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This story, unlike my other story, A Trip to the Adult Theater goes wrong, is totally fiction. This one is loosely based on a long held fantasy of mine. Something like this has been one of my biggest fantasies for many years. This is my attempt to share my fantasy with all of you.
James looked to be the typical mid south gentleman in his early 60's. He was about 6 feet in height, had a slight beer belly and was balding in back James was divorced for some 6 years and lived alone on the out skirts of town. He worked an 8 to 4 job, and was pretty much a homebody, although he did go out on a date occasionally, but dated no one on a regular basis. James was always careful to not get too close to anyone as he was scared his secret life might be found out and become public knowledge. This almost happened a few years back and he had to lie and say the room was his late sister's and he just couldn't bear the thought of changing it. Truth was, James really had no sister.
To look at James, you would never in a million years guess, but James loved to dress up in women's clothes. One of his bedrooms was completely devoted to Misty, which was the name James went by when dressed as a female. He had a wardrobe to rival most real women, a closet full of dresses, tops and skirts, and a chest of drawers devoted to lingerie. Even though James was a masculine guy, he made a pretty convincing woman at first glance, at least, but wasn't 100% passable if you looked closely. He struggled with make up and for some reason, seemed as though he could do better one time than he could the next.
A few nights per week James would get all dolled up, and go to one of the adult theaters in the area or one of the Trans friendly clubs. Once James dressed, he was an entirely different person. As James he would never consider anything sexual with another man, but as Misty appeared she was a total slut. James had been diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, which is a term used for people with multiple personalities. James and Misty had different mannerisms carried themselves differently, even his voice changed to a more feminine one when he dressed and Misty took over. James even went so far as to fix up his spare bedroom with a soft pink paint, and canopy bed. Misty's room even had very feminine pink curtains with lots and lots of lace. Normally, James kept this door locked to make sure no one entered accidentally, as Misty's room was next door to the bathroom.
While James was a bit shy, Misty was everything but shy. She wore low cut tops, and really short skirts and loved to show off, as she called it. Many times in the Adult Theater she often visited, she would strip down to just a g string and bra, that is if some man didn't do it for her before she had the chance to strip down, which they sometimes did. Misty was often heard making a remark, I'm all about seeing how many dicks I can make hard.
One night Misty got all dolled up to go to the Adult Theater as she had done many times before. On this night she wore a white top with lace in front, a denim mini skirt, black 4 inch heels and her blond wig. While Misty had several wigs, the blond one was her favorite, and the one she wore most often. Misty ended up stripping to her bra and panties as she did on many occasions there, played with and sucked off a couple of guys. Misty loved to let men cum on her. She always took a pair of bikini panties and would often slip into one of the booths and take off the g sting and put on the bikini panties. When she did this, all the men there knew exactly what she wanted. She would make her way back to the Theater, get on her hands and knees and invite all to cum on her panty clad ass. Though she always had several other pairs with her, she never changed panties before leaving as she loved the thought of having to wear those cum soaked panties home. Once she arrived at her house she went in to the spare bedroom, undressed, then went and showered and put on one of her baby-dolls and went to bed.
At just before sunrise, she was awakened by a very loud noise in her kitchen. She had just started to get out of bed and investigate the noise when her bedroom door flew open. In walked this giant of a man, at least 6 feet 6, and a good 250 pounds. What's worse is he had a gun! Behind him was an average looking guy, maybe 6 feet and around 185 and a petite woman, around 5 feet 3, brunette and at least D cup tits. Misty couldn't shake the fact that she was sure she had seen the two men somewhere before.
All 3 began approaching Misty and told her if she obeyed their commands and cooperated fully with them, no harm would come to her. The woman seemed to be in control and the leader of the 3, and told Misty to get dressed. Misty complied and put on the clothes she had worn to the Theater the night before since they were handy, and she was too shaken to try and go through her closet anyway. Once she was dressed the big man walked over to her and told her to put her hands behind her back, and when she complied, he snapped on a pair of handcuffs. Just as the cuffs snapped shut the brunette said, “Come on slut, we are going for a little ride!”Since you seem to like to tease men so much, we are going to give you a real opportunity! The big guy took Misty's by the arm and guided her to her car, then demanded she give him the keys. Again, Misty complied.
They instructed Misty to get in the back seat, and the bigger of the two men got in beside her. The Brunette got in under the wheel. The third of the 3 tormentors walked to a white Ford Van that was parked across the street. The brunette headed Misty's car down the street toward the south end of the city limits closely followed by the white van. In reality, they only went about 25 miles, but to Misty, it seemed like a hundred.
The brunette pulled the car off the roadway when she came to an area that was suitable to do so. The pull off area looked to have been created by semis trying to turn on to the narrow blacktop from an old logging road that was directly across from it. The brunette exited the car, followed by the big man. He helped Misty exit as well. This was a rural area, woods on both sides of the road and no houses in sight, nothing but the woods and a two lane blacktop, and about a 20 foot area between the pavement and the woods that was badly in need of mowing on each side of the road and the weeds and grass was about waist high. About the time Misty got out, the brunette threw Misty's car keys in an area of weeds and tall grass just beyond where she had parked the car. The Brunette looked at Misty and said, “Come on cunt, we are going for a little walk, it will do you good.” They escorted Misty into the woods beside her car. They walked and walked for what seemed like 10 miles as she was wearing the 4 inch heels she had worn to the Theater the night before. The brunette kept reassuring Misty that if she cooperated, no harm would come to her, and seemed concerned that Misty was so frightened but still calling her every derogatory name in the book.
They finally came up on another old logging road and they followed it. After walking maybe 15 more minutes, Misty could see something white in the distance and thought it was the white van. After walking a bit further she could see she was right. Once they got up to the van Misty could hear an occasional car pass on the two lane road so she knew she she was close to the road. The van was parked in such a matter as to block the view down the logging road from the two lane beyond it. About 10 feet in front of the van stood a tree about 10 inches in diameter. It was out in the logging road much further than any of the other trees. The brunette looked at Misty and said, “Okay Bitch, Strip to your bra and panties and back up to that tree and face my van.” Misty did as she was told after the big man unlocked the handcuffs. He then took Misty's hands and tied them behind the tree. As he was doing this the Brunette said, “Not too tight now, we want her to be able to work herself free in a few hours. He then tied her ankles to stakes driven on each side of the tree which prevented her from sliding around behind the tree out of view. He made sure she wasn't able to work her body around the other side if the tree. Once they had her tied securely, the brunette came up and blindfolded her. Then the Brunette turned picked up Misty's clothes and tossed them inside the van.
The Brunette walked back to Misty and said, “Since you like to show off so damn much, we decided to give you a little assist. The highway is about 30 feet directly in front of you, and guess what, whore? You're in plain view of anyone who drives by. Don't worry too much little cunt, to see you, someone has to look down the logging road as they pass it, as the trees and vines near the road block the view unless you look directly down the road. I'm sure John did the knots so you will be free in 4 or 5 hours, at most. Oh! One more thing, Bitch, since you like to show off so fucking much, your panties is going to be down to your knees!” She then pulls the little white g string Misty is wearing down to her knees. As she did this the Brunette laughs and says, “Hey John, look, she just missed being a real girl by about an inch!” They all laugh and get in the van and drive away.
Misty paused a moment and tried to collect her thoughts. She knew, or at least thought, that her 3 tormentors had gone. From what the brunette told her, she also knew this had one of four endings. 1. Some good Samaritan would see her and come free her and maybe even take her back to her car. 2. She would eventually free herself and could get dressed and walk back to her car and go home. 3. She would be found and freed by searchers or 4. die of thirst still tied to the tree. She did remember the brunette instructing the big man to tie her in such a way that she could work herself free, so this gave Misty some hope. Misty hoped the big guy was an expert at tying knots so she could get free.
After about 4 ½ hours of trying she finally worked the knots lose enough to get her left hand free, and that freed her right one as well. She then took off her blindfold, pulled her panties up and untied her ankles. It wasn't until then that she noticed, her skirt and top was gone! Misty looked around, hoping they had just got covered in leaves or they had hidden them somewhere close by, but after searching for about 15 minutes with no luck at all, she came to the conclusion she was going to have to try and get home dressed as she was. It wasn't until now when it dawned on Misty where she had seen the two men. They are the two guys from the adult theater, that was always giving her the eye, and acting really creepy. She thought that maybe if she had just invited them over to sit by her or offered them a nice blow job, that might have prevented all of this. With that, Misty began the long walk back to where they left her car dressed in just a white g string and white lace bra. Misty followed the trail they left walking to the tree, the leaves were deep and thick and with them walking, it left an easy to follow trail. Misty's feet were killing her, walking so much in those conditions wasn't what 4 inch heels was designed for. After about an hour, she spotted her car, but then thought in horror that the brunette had thrown her keys in the grass. She knew she had to get out here in full view of everyone and search for them and hoped she would hear a car in time to get into the woods before it passed.
After another 45 minutes and 9 very quick trips to the woods because of a passing cars, she found her keys. Misty jumped in her car and headed for her house, going the back way, as there was less traffic and less chance someone might see her. She had made it about half way to her house when a horrible thought hit. She had a door key to her house on the ring her car keys was on but there is the 100 foot walk from the car to the door. After thinking a bit, she decided she was just going to have to risk being seen and try to come up with some explanation if she was. Misty pulled in her drive, and to her surprise saw no one, so she decided that was the time to make a break for the door.
She was almost sure no one saw her when she made it to the door and unlocked it and walked inside. She had just closed the door behind her when she noticed something. It was a Manila envelop held on the wall by a thumb tack directly in front of the front door. The envelop was plain with the exception of the word Misty on the front. Misty noticed something else too, the top and mini skirt she had worn that morning was neatly folded and laid on the chair just to her left of the envelop.
Misty walked over to the envelop and took it off the wall. Inside was 3 photos. One was her walking through the woods on the way to the tree, one was her with her panties down to her knees and tied to the tree, and one was her bent over searching through the grass for her car keys. Also in the envelop was a letter which said,
Hi Cunt, glad you made it home safely! Bitch, I guess you have looked at the 3 photos with this letter, and guess what? We have over a hundred more taken from the time you exited your house this morning until you closed the door behind you just moments ago. Now Whore, here's the deal, you can do nothing and all those photos go on the internet with your real name, fem name, address, phone and email. Of course we will also add our personal comments to each one as well. We have kept our word on everything we have told you, and we will on this as well. No matter which option you pick, once completed, you will not hear from us again, ever! Now for the other option. Next Thursday morning at precisely 7 AM, you will be dressed and sitting in the passenger seat of your car. No, I don't mean 7:01 AM either. If you choose this option, it will go exactly like this time with the exception that you will strip naked. You will only be left your wig and heels to wear back. Since you were so cooperative, we might give you something to cover up that tiny little disgusting thing with. I could take a pair of my skimpiest panties out of my panty drawer and have John and Dave to cum on them. Once they do this I will piss in a cup, put the panties they just shot their load on in a Ziploc bag and fill it with my piss from the cup. Since today is Friday, they should have a very potent aroma by Thursday. Yes, all your clothes you take off will be gone but the Ziploc bag containing the panties may be left in their place. It's your choice cunt! You can open the bag and put on those panties or make your way home naked. That is if I choose to give your worthless ass that option.
Once you get back home, you will find the clothes you took off on the chair, and another envelop in the same spot this one was containing all the photos. We will keep out word provided you do as you are told, and follow our instructions to the letter. You will never hear from or see us ever again, and we will keep none of the photos.
Misty knew she had no choice but to take option 2 and go through this horrible ordeal once more, and hope she would be as lucky as she was this time.
James looked to be the typical mid south gentleman in his early 60's. He was about 6 feet in height, had a slight beer belly and was balding in back James was divorced for some 6 years and lived alone on the out skirts of town. He worked an 8 to 4 job, and was pretty much a homebody, although he did go out on a date occasionally, but dated no one on a regular basis. James was always careful to not get too close to anyone as he was scared his secret life might be found out and become public knowledge. This almost happened a few years back and he had to lie and say the room was his late sister's and he just couldn't bear the thought of changing it. Truth was, James really had no sister.
To look at James, you would never in a million years guess, but James loved to dress up in women's clothes. One of his bedrooms was completely devoted to Misty, which was the name James went by when dressed as a female. He had a wardrobe to rival most real women, a closet full of dresses, tops and skirts, and a chest of drawers devoted to lingerie. Even though James was a masculine guy, he made a pretty convincing woman at first glance, at least, but wasn't 100% passable if you looked closely. He struggled with make up and for some reason, seemed as though he could do better one time than he could the next.
A few nights per week James would get all dolled up, and go to one of the adult theaters in the area or one of the Trans friendly clubs. Once James dressed, he was an entirely different person. As James he would never consider anything sexual with another man, but as Misty appeared she was a total slut. James had been diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, which is a term used for people with multiple personalities. James and Misty had different mannerisms carried themselves differently, even his voice changed to a more feminine one when he dressed and Misty took over. James even went so far as to fix up his spare bedroom with a soft pink paint, and canopy bed. Misty's room even had very feminine pink curtains with lots and lots of lace. Normally, James kept this door locked to make sure no one entered accidentally, as Misty's room was next door to the bathroom.
While James was a bit shy, Misty was everything but shy. She wore low cut tops, and really short skirts and loved to show off, as she called it. Many times in the Adult Theater she often visited, she would strip down to just a g string and bra, that is if some man didn't do it for her before she had the chance to strip down, which they sometimes did. Misty was often heard making a remark, I'm all about seeing how many dicks I can make hard.
One night Misty got all dolled up to go to the Adult Theater as she had done many times before. On this night she wore a white top with lace in front, a denim mini skirt, black 4 inch heels and her blond wig. While Misty had several wigs, the blond one was her favorite, and the one she wore most often. Misty ended up stripping to her bra and panties as she did on many occasions there, played with and sucked off a couple of guys. Misty loved to let men cum on her. She always took a pair of bikini panties and would often slip into one of the booths and take off the g sting and put on the bikini panties. When she did this, all the men there knew exactly what she wanted. She would make her way back to the Theater, get on her hands and knees and invite all to cum on her panty clad ass. Though she always had several other pairs with her, she never changed panties before leaving as she loved the thought of having to wear those cum soaked panties home. Once she arrived at her house she went in to the spare bedroom, undressed, then went and showered and put on one of her baby-dolls and went to bed.
At just before sunrise, she was awakened by a very loud noise in her kitchen. She had just started to get out of bed and investigate the noise when her bedroom door flew open. In walked this giant of a man, at least 6 feet 6, and a good 250 pounds. What's worse is he had a gun! Behind him was an average looking guy, maybe 6 feet and around 185 and a petite woman, around 5 feet 3, brunette and at least D cup tits. Misty couldn't shake the fact that she was sure she had seen the two men somewhere before.
All 3 began approaching Misty and told her if she obeyed their commands and cooperated fully with them, no harm would come to her. The woman seemed to be in control and the leader of the 3, and told Misty to get dressed. Misty complied and put on the clothes she had worn to the Theater the night before since they were handy, and she was too shaken to try and go through her closet anyway. Once she was dressed the big man walked over to her and told her to put her hands behind her back, and when she complied, he snapped on a pair of handcuffs. Just as the cuffs snapped shut the brunette said, “Come on slut, we are going for a little ride!”Since you seem to like to tease men so much, we are going to give you a real opportunity! The big guy took Misty's by the arm and guided her to her car, then demanded she give him the keys. Again, Misty complied.
They instructed Misty to get in the back seat, and the bigger of the two men got in beside her. The Brunette got in under the wheel. The third of the 3 tormentors walked to a white Ford Van that was parked across the street. The brunette headed Misty's car down the street toward the south end of the city limits closely followed by the white van. In reality, they only went about 25 miles, but to Misty, it seemed like a hundred.
The brunette pulled the car off the roadway when she came to an area that was suitable to do so. The pull off area looked to have been created by semis trying to turn on to the narrow blacktop from an old logging road that was directly across from it. The brunette exited the car, followed by the big man. He helped Misty exit as well. This was a rural area, woods on both sides of the road and no houses in sight, nothing but the woods and a two lane blacktop, and about a 20 foot area between the pavement and the woods that was badly in need of mowing on each side of the road and the weeds and grass was about waist high. About the time Misty got out, the brunette threw Misty's car keys in an area of weeds and tall grass just beyond where she had parked the car. The Brunette looked at Misty and said, “Come on cunt, we are going for a little walk, it will do you good.” They escorted Misty into the woods beside her car. They walked and walked for what seemed like 10 miles as she was wearing the 4 inch heels she had worn to the Theater the night before. The brunette kept reassuring Misty that if she cooperated, no harm would come to her, and seemed concerned that Misty was so frightened but still calling her every derogatory name in the book.
They finally came up on another old logging road and they followed it. After walking maybe 15 more minutes, Misty could see something white in the distance and thought it was the white van. After walking a bit further she could see she was right. Once they got up to the van Misty could hear an occasional car pass on the two lane road so she knew she she was close to the road. The van was parked in such a matter as to block the view down the logging road from the two lane beyond it. About 10 feet in front of the van stood a tree about 10 inches in diameter. It was out in the logging road much further than any of the other trees. The brunette looked at Misty and said, “Okay Bitch, Strip to your bra and panties and back up to that tree and face my van.” Misty did as she was told after the big man unlocked the handcuffs. He then took Misty's hands and tied them behind the tree. As he was doing this the Brunette said, “Not too tight now, we want her to be able to work herself free in a few hours. He then tied her ankles to stakes driven on each side of the tree which prevented her from sliding around behind the tree out of view. He made sure she wasn't able to work her body around the other side if the tree. Once they had her tied securely, the brunette came up and blindfolded her. Then the Brunette turned picked up Misty's clothes and tossed them inside the van.
The Brunette walked back to Misty and said, “Since you like to show off so damn much, we decided to give you a little assist. The highway is about 30 feet directly in front of you, and guess what, whore? You're in plain view of anyone who drives by. Don't worry too much little cunt, to see you, someone has to look down the logging road as they pass it, as the trees and vines near the road block the view unless you look directly down the road. I'm sure John did the knots so you will be free in 4 or 5 hours, at most. Oh! One more thing, Bitch, since you like to show off so fucking much, your panties is going to be down to your knees!” She then pulls the little white g string Misty is wearing down to her knees. As she did this the Brunette laughs and says, “Hey John, look, she just missed being a real girl by about an inch!” They all laugh and get in the van and drive away.
Misty paused a moment and tried to collect her thoughts. She knew, or at least thought, that her 3 tormentors had gone. From what the brunette told her, she also knew this had one of four endings. 1. Some good Samaritan would see her and come free her and maybe even take her back to her car. 2. She would eventually free herself and could get dressed and walk back to her car and go home. 3. She would be found and freed by searchers or 4. die of thirst still tied to the tree. She did remember the brunette instructing the big man to tie her in such a way that she could work herself free, so this gave Misty some hope. Misty hoped the big guy was an expert at tying knots so she could get free.
After about 4 ½ hours of trying she finally worked the knots lose enough to get her left hand free, and that freed her right one as well. She then took off her blindfold, pulled her panties up and untied her ankles. It wasn't until then that she noticed, her skirt and top was gone! Misty looked around, hoping they had just got covered in leaves or they had hidden them somewhere close by, but after searching for about 15 minutes with no luck at all, she came to the conclusion she was going to have to try and get home dressed as she was. It wasn't until now when it dawned on Misty where she had seen the two men. They are the two guys from the adult theater, that was always giving her the eye, and acting really creepy. She thought that maybe if she had just invited them over to sit by her or offered them a nice blow job, that might have prevented all of this. With that, Misty began the long walk back to where they left her car dressed in just a white g string and white lace bra. Misty followed the trail they left walking to the tree, the leaves were deep and thick and with them walking, it left an easy to follow trail. Misty's feet were killing her, walking so much in those conditions wasn't what 4 inch heels was designed for. After about an hour, she spotted her car, but then thought in horror that the brunette had thrown her keys in the grass. She knew she had to get out here in full view of everyone and search for them and hoped she would hear a car in time to get into the woods before it passed.
After another 45 minutes and 9 very quick trips to the woods because of a passing cars, she found her keys. Misty jumped in her car and headed for her house, going the back way, as there was less traffic and less chance someone might see her. She had made it about half way to her house when a horrible thought hit. She had a door key to her house on the ring her car keys was on but there is the 100 foot walk from the car to the door. After thinking a bit, she decided she was just going to have to risk being seen and try to come up with some explanation if she was. Misty pulled in her drive, and to her surprise saw no one, so she decided that was the time to make a break for the door.
She was almost sure no one saw her when she made it to the door and unlocked it and walked inside. She had just closed the door behind her when she noticed something. It was a Manila envelop held on the wall by a thumb tack directly in front of the front door. The envelop was plain with the exception of the word Misty on the front. Misty noticed something else too, the top and mini skirt she had worn that morning was neatly folded and laid on the chair just to her left of the envelop.
Misty walked over to the envelop and took it off the wall. Inside was 3 photos. One was her walking through the woods on the way to the tree, one was her with her panties down to her knees and tied to the tree, and one was her bent over searching through the grass for her car keys. Also in the envelop was a letter which said,
Hi Cunt, glad you made it home safely! Bitch, I guess you have looked at the 3 photos with this letter, and guess what? We have over a hundred more taken from the time you exited your house this morning until you closed the door behind you just moments ago. Now Whore, here's the deal, you can do nothing and all those photos go on the internet with your real name, fem name, address, phone and email. Of course we will also add our personal comments to each one as well. We have kept our word on everything we have told you, and we will on this as well. No matter which option you pick, once completed, you will not hear from us again, ever! Now for the other option. Next Thursday morning at precisely 7 AM, you will be dressed and sitting in the passenger seat of your car. No, I don't mean 7:01 AM either. If you choose this option, it will go exactly like this time with the exception that you will strip naked. You will only be left your wig and heels to wear back. Since you were so cooperative, we might give you something to cover up that tiny little disgusting thing with. I could take a pair of my skimpiest panties out of my panty drawer and have John and Dave to cum on them. Once they do this I will piss in a cup, put the panties they just shot their load on in a Ziploc bag and fill it with my piss from the cup. Since today is Friday, they should have a very potent aroma by Thursday. Yes, all your clothes you take off will be gone but the Ziploc bag containing the panties may be left in their place. It's your choice cunt! You can open the bag and put on those panties or make your way home naked. That is if I choose to give your worthless ass that option.
Once you get back home, you will find the clothes you took off on the chair, and another envelop in the same spot this one was containing all the photos. We will keep out word provided you do as you are told, and follow our instructions to the letter. You will never hear from or see us ever again, and we will keep none of the photos.
Misty knew she had no choice but to take option 2 and go through this horrible ordeal once more, and hope she would be as lucky as she was this time.
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