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Sylvia's Revenge Part 2
I struggled for awhile with the bondage that Sylvia had so effectively
applied but it was immediately apparent that she had done her homework.
I could barely move any part of my body. After a time I gave up and
shortly thereafter I fell into a restless sleep.
When I awoke Sylvia had returned and was watching me from the foot of
the bed. "It's time to move you to our little hideaway," she said. I
hoped that there would be a chance to overpower her and escape.
Sylvia began by untying the cords at my elbows and knees. She then
opened the closet and pulled out a sort of stretcher like you see on
medical drama shows on TV when somebody has suffered a back injury.
She shoved it underneath me and then undid the rope on my right leg.
I tried to kick out at her but she grabbed me by the ankle and
quickly strapped it to the stretcher. My left ankle soon followed and
I realized with a sinking heart that Sylvia would soon have me
secured to the stretcher without ever freeing more than one limb at a
time.
She quickly tightened the stretcher's built in straps at my knees,
waist, and chest. Finally the rope connecting my collar to the
headboard was untied and a strap was buckled around my forehead,
holding my head firmly against the stretcher. Sylvia left the room
and returned shortly pushing a dolly. Maneuvering my stretcher off
the side of the bed she stood it on end and got the dolly underneath.
Further straps secured the stretcher to the dolly.
Sylvia pushed the dolly easily out of the apartment and into the
parking lot. I looked anxiously around hoping for assistance. I could
barely move my head, so my efforts were reduced to swiveling my eyes
and making quiet grunting noises. Sylvia pushed me around behind my
Suburban and unlocked the door with my key. She must have seen my
outraged look because she chuckled and said, "We don't want anyone
wondering why your car is at my apartment, do we? Heaven forbid that
you be seen with the likes of me."
Sylvia leaned the dolly against the tailgate, then bent over and
heaved me inside. I heard the driver's door open and close and the
engine started. We were on our way.
We drove for about half an hour before stopping. Try as I might I
couldn't figure out which way we went. As Sylvia dragged me from the
car I could see that we were outside of town in the yard of a small
cottage.
Once inside Sylvia laid me down on the floor. She unstrapped my
ankles and legs and opened a box from the table with a flourish.
Inside were a pair of ladies black high heeled sandals. She pushed
them onto my feet and locked the ankle straps in place with tiny
padlocks. "There," she said, "even if you do get out of your bondage
you won't get very far in those shoes. Those are 5-inch heels on your
feet. I'd have a hard time walking in them and I've worn heels for
most of my life." As Sylvia bound my ankles and then my knees
together with white cord I watched helplessly, again noticing the
polish on my toenails through the sheer nylon. I found myself
wondering if there was polish on my fingernails as well.
From the table Sylvia picked up a leather strap with a small box
attached. "I hope that I'll only have to demonstrate this once," she
said as she replaced the collar on my neck with the new one. "This
collar was inspired by the ones that dog trainers use. We use them at
the hospital to control especially unruly cases." She secured the
collar with another padlock and pulled another box from her pocket.
This small box was black and had two buttons on it's face, one blue
and the other red. "If you are doing something I don't like, I will
warn you like this." So saying Sylvia pushed the blue button and a
buzzing noise began coming from the box on my collar. "But if you
fail to heed my warning or if you displease me then there is always
the red button." As Sylvia pushed the innocent-looking button my
whole body exploded with pain. I began to thrash about uncontrollably,
my mouth tasting of tin.
Sylvia put the device back into her pocket and began to unstrap me
from the stretcher. As the last strap fell away she made me sit up as
she said, "I'm about to take the straitjacket off. When I'm finished,
you will untie your legs and stand up. If you give me any reason to
worry I'll give you another shot of the collar."
I'd been cramped in that thing for hours and so it was a real relief to
get out of its embrace. As I reached down to untie my legs I noticed
that my fingernails were indeed painted to match my toenails. I also
saw that the hair had also been removed from my arms, armpits, chest,
and belly. I looked odd, almost feminine without hair.
Once my legs were free I raised myself unsteadily to my feet. Sylvia
pointed towards a chair and told me to go and stand behind it. She
laughed merrily as she watched me wobble towards it. I briefly
considered trying to wrestle her to the floor as I passed but my
collar buzzed it's warning making me jump. I looked up to see Sylvia
staring mockingly at me. "I can see those wheels turning sweetheart.
You just do what I told you... NOW !!"
At this last I ran the last few steps, almost falling and grabbed the
chair for support. "You can take that gag out for awhile," she said,
"No one will hear you way out here."
I pulled the ball out of my mouth and worked my aching jaws. Sylvia
handed me a glass of water with one hand while holding the remote for
the collar threateningly in the other. I drank greedily. As I finished
and handed the glass back Sylvia exchanged it for a paper sack.
"Put on everything in this bag," she said as I looked inside to find
women's clothing and underwear. I didn't protest. Looking warily at the
remote I put on a red padded bra and pulled the panties over my
pantyhose. Then I donned a black miniskirt and a pink sweater. Finally
I smoothed on a pair of black gloves that reached almost to my
shoulders.
"Turn around and put your hands behind you," said Sylvia as she
approached carrying several coils of rope. Meekly I complied and felt
the rope coil around my crossed wrists and tighten there. Sylvia then
put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees. Once
there she looped ropes around my thighs and underneath my ankles,
keeping my legs doubled over on themselves.
As I sat uncomfortably on my haunches I watched as Sylvia kicked off
her heels and reached underneath her nurses uniform to daintily peel
off her white pantyhose. Smiling wickedly she then pulled off her
panties and approached my helpless form. As I began to twist my hands
in their bonds and shake my head in hopeless denial she bunched her
skirt around her hips and stepped close, standing with her bare feet
on either side of my bound legs with her crotch level with my chin.
"Do a good job or you'll be sorry," she said as she wrapped her hands
around the back of my head and began grinding her pussy against my
mouth.
I did the best I could under the circumstances, just wanting the
humiliation to end, and soon Sylvia was quivering and quaking before
me. She came loudly holding my head tightly against her so that I
could barely breathe.
She stepped back, panting from her exertions. Then she wiped my messy
face with her panties before stuffing them in my mouth. She wrapped
her pantyhose tightly around and around my head, the stretchy nylon
pushing her nasty panties deeper into my mouth and holding them
securely there. Retrieving a roll of duct tape from the table Sylvia
tore off several pieces and used the tape to seal the pantyhose over
my mouth.
Ignoring my muffled protests Sylvia knelt behind me and began wrapping
rope around my arms just above my elbows. I groaned into the gag as she
cinched the wraps, forming a solid tube of rope from arm to arm. She
then tied my arms to my torso above and below my padded bust as well as
around my waist. After I was tightly bound Sylvia turned and padded
barefoot from the room.
In the short time that she was gone I quickly realized that I was
bound very effectively and would not escape without help. Sylvia came
back into the room wearing a fresh pair of pantyhose and slipped back
into her white pumps. Then she slowly approached me. Smiling at me
she carefully balanced on one high heeled foot and raised the other
to the height of my shoulder. Then she very slowly pushed me sideways
until I was overbalanced. She laughed delightedly as I fell awkwardly
onto my side and then rolled onto my belly.
Grabbing me by the feet she pulled me across the polished wood floor
towards a low table and wrestled me up onto it so that I lay on top
of it from the waist up. My knees rested on the floor. Sylvia hiked
up the skirt I was wearing and pulled down my panties and pantyhose.
From a pocket of her nursing uniform she pulled a penis shaped
vibrator and a small bottle of lotion. As I began struggling
frantically and yelling into my gag she calmly applied lotion to the
dildo and began working its length into my anus. I resisted at first
but she persisted until I gave in. I relaxed as much as possible,
tears of pain and humiliation running down my cheeks, as she pushed
the whole thing up my ass.
There was a cord running from the base of the vibrator to some kind of
control box. Sylvia attached the box to the ropes around my waist using
duct tape. While she was doing this I had been working to expel the
obstruction from inside me. By the time she noticed what I was doing I
had managed to push most of it back out.
"If I'm going to show you what it's like to be female you're going to
have to be fucked," she said as she shoved it back into place and
pulled my pantyhose and panties back up. Sylvia tied a rope to the ones
around my waist in back and, forcing it underneath me, pushed it
between my legs and under the waist ropes in front of me. She fed it
back between my legs and as she pulled and yanked on it I felt my
pantyhose being pushed rudely into the crack of my ass. Finally she
tied the crotchrope off behind me.
I felt her fumbling with the control box and then suddenly the dildo
came to life. Vibrating, pulsing, and thrusting itself deeper inside
me. Painful at first, I found to my shock and dismay that I was getting
an erection! I soon forgot everything but the sensations raging within
me. I whined and moaned into the panties in my mouth as I rubbed my
penis on the table edge. In between the silky nylon, the table and the
vibrations it didn't take long to push me over the top.
As I thrashed around and grunted through my gag I managed to push
myself off the coffee table and land heavily on the floor. I slowly
came down, moaning softly as the dildo continued its work. Looking
around dazedly I saw to my horror that Sylvia was just turning off a
video camera! She smirked and said, "Who's going to believe I forced
you into that dress and those ropes after seeing this?"
Putting the camera into her purse, Sylvia adjusted the dildo so that it
no longer thrust in and out but still vibrated. Then she attached a
cord to my collar and tied the other end to the coffee table leg.
Standing once more she crossed to the door and turned back long enough
to say, "I've got to check the ward. I won't be any longer than I have
to be. And I'll be thinking of some more games we can play."
She scooped up her purse and left me lying there bound, gagged,
feminized, and violated.
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