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Meaningless
By Yukiko Tsukashima
I was starting to feel pretty dizzy...pretty dopey. This party seemed so
wild and fun when I took those pills...that girl in the pink and white mini
dress seemed so beautiful and interested in me when she smiled that
luscious smile...sweetly talking me into taking them. Where was she now?
I don't see her.
How many drinks have I have? It couldn't have been more than two or
three...I shouldn't have felt as tired and lightheaded from the alcohol
alone. I feel myself just sinking back into this chair...no one seems to
be paying attention to me at all...
...
My eyes hurt a little. I feel my head aching a little between my eyes, and
maybe at the back of my neck too. It's maybe a little too hard to breathe
through my nose too...my right nostril feels like I need to blow it out. I
want to open my mouth take in a few deep breaths, but something is in my
mouth.
Why is there something in my mouth? I think about slowly trying to open my
eyes, but do try to raise my hand to wipe my eyes, but my hand only moves
up a couple of inches before is can't move any higher, and I hear the sound
of metal rubbing against metal.
What the hell is this? I pop open my eyes and quickly try to move my arms
and legs to sit up, but I can't move any of my limbs more than a few
inches. Something is holding my chest and stomach in place on what I think
is a bed too. I can't see much more than pink fabric when I raise my head
up as far as I can to look down...I can't seem to raise myself up enough
to see what's happening down there. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God--I'm in some
serious trouble...what the hell is going on here? I jerk my body against
my bonds, fighting there hold on my body, but Instead of making way against
the restraints, my body just kind of sinks and rises into the semi-soft
mattress I'm apparently laying on. The restraints are solid. Trying with
everything I have to yell out for help, I find that thing in my mouth is
muffling my throat sounds. I stop fighting for a moment and just roll my
head back.
There's a mirror over the bed. Oh my God, what the hell is this? I'm
handcuffed to a hospital bed...which explains why I can't move my arms and
legs, and there are straps across my chest, stomach, and thighs as well to
hold me to the bed...that much I had already guessed. But I can see also
that the blur of pink I only nominally noticed before is some kind of baby
dress or nightgown. It's a...light-toned pink thing with a ludicrous
amount of ruffles and lace. Below the ruffles at the hem I see I'm wearing
what looks like pink plastic pants that bulge out a bit...I'm guessing
there's a diaper under those pink pants.
I can also see what looks like the end of a giant pacifier in my mouth,
harnessed over my head to keep it in place. I try to slurp for a moment,
but the...soft part(?)...of the pacifier--it isn't soft and pliable like I
would think the "sucking piece" of a pacifier would be. My jaw won't open
any more or less than it does now either. Wedged into place? I can't tell
from the view.
The weirdest thing--no, take that back, it's not the weirdest thing by far,
but it's just another bizarrely weird thing--the hair on my head looks like
big ringlets of blond, highlighted hair. I can't tell if it's my hair or a
wig in the mirror, but I think it's my hair that's been redone.
I scream and scream muffled screams. What the hell is this? No one comes
when I make my muffled noises, so after quite a few shrieks, I stop.
So I can breathe with less trouble, I try blowing out hard through my nose,
and I think I got some snot out--but some of it landed on my face. Well at
least I can breathe a little easier.
Wait-wait-wait...Where in God's name am I? Rolling my head to the left and
right to see where I am, and then raising my head as far up as I can to see
as far down as I could--over the top of those damn ruffles--I saw I was in
what looked to be a master bedroom-sized, windowless room. Of course the
walls were pink...some kind of patterned wallpaper. What little furniture
there was in the room all was two-toned pink, with the exception of the
white floor lamps...somebody really liked pink!
I would have to guess that this was a room in some renovated basement,
although there was no way of knowing for sure. The lack of windows told me
that...well...where else would you have a room in a house with no windows?
Assuming this was a house...God, I had no idea. Wherever it was, it looked
like there is no point of yelling or screaming anymore...obviously, no one
was going to hear my muffled yelling here. The room itself was too well
premeditated for the designer not to have thought about noise suppression.
I just lay there. I wouldn't say I relaxed, but I wasn't thrashing about
or trying to make noise. I figured whoever did this to me had a plan, and
I was going to have to just wait to see what it was.
...
I don't know how long I laid there--I had no clock to help me gauge the
passing of time. It seemed like quite a while though. I needed to piss
something fierce, but I was not going to piss on myself if I could help
it--God, my head hurt.
I would have sighed if I could have opened my mouth. I hated looking at
myself in that damn mirror, but I was bound to the bed face-up, and
couldn't help seeing my strangely dressed self there. I thought it was a
depressing view that needed at least one sigh.
Out of the blue--no, make that pink--I heard the door to the room open.
Over to my side came...a woman(?). I couldn't tell the gender for sure.
The "woman" wore a latex mask of a made-up woman's face, and also what I
guessed was to be a long, blond wavy haired wig perched on her head. For
clothing, she wore a dark pink, shiny jumpsuit zipped to the neck, and
latex surgical gloves. I couldn't see "her" feet.
I don't know why this thought popped into my head, but "she" didn't have
ample bosoms, or particularly small bosoms either. With a latex outfit, I
would think that the cups would be filled with something double-D sized or
better. Normal sized breasts just didn't seem to fit this strange scenario.
Well of course I writhed and vocalized some urgent sounding noises right
after I saw her. I knew almost as soon as I started doing this that it was
absolutely pointless, but it seemed like the...expected(?)...thing to do.
So I kept trying to convey that I didn't like this experience at
all...which kind of sounds stupid when I think about it. If someone took
the time to create this kind of bizarre set-up, I think that "they" would
already know I wouldn't like the experience.
God, I'm like over-thinking everything since I woke up in this room--but
thinking is basically all I have the ability to do at the moment.
"She" just stood there at the side of the bed until I stopped writhing and
making noise. I was looking at "her" face, but "she" never caught my eyes.
Shortly after I stopped, this person, whom I am now going to label a she
for lack of any clues, moved her hands to the pacifier, did something I
couldn't see, and then pulled out the center of the thing. She walked then
sort of behind the head of the bed, out of my line of sight, where I guess
there was a small cart or something. Before she walked away, I could see
that the "soft part" of the pacifier she'd removed was shaped like a small
penis--this was all so weird! Why the hell would a pacifier have a penis
center? I took notice with my tongue that now I had a hole opened up to my
mouth--my mouth was wedged in place just as I'd thought.
After doing something on the cart outside my line of sight, she came back
to my bedside. She kept whatever she had had retrieved from the table too
low for me to tell what it was, but I was guessing that whatever it was, it
was going to plug up my mouth hole. I started writhing and making noise
again...I wasn't going to get something new put into my mouth without a
fight.
She, never catching my eyes or saying a word, took that whatever she had
back behind the headboard--I heard her put it down. Then she came back into
my line of sight. In her hand was a Tazer, or at least a Tazer-like device.
She just held it up so I could see it for like 10-seconds or so. I got her
crystal clear message that I better behave "or else."
Out of my view again, she exchanged items on the table, and again came back
with whatever it was with which she was going to fill up my mouth hole, and
again kept it out of my line of sight so I couldn't see what it was. I
kept very still while she inserted it. This one went a little deeper into
my throat than the "penis," to the point I experienced a gag reflex. (She
didn't seem to mind that, thank God. I did not want to get shocked!)
Then, she did something with the "pacifier," which I assume was securing
the new center piece in place.
Again, out of my line of sight, she started doing something. All of a
sudden, I felt liquid going down the back of my throat. I had another
gagging reaction, but it didn't matter...the liquid was still going down so
far in the back of my throat that I couldn't even taste it--or stop it.
Something else happened too...when I gagged this time, my bladder let
loose, and I started urinating in what I now knew was a diaper. I just
gave up and just let it go--I stopped trying to hold in my urine.
After a few reflex gags, I stopped almost choking while the liquid just
kept coming down the back of my throat. I was hoping this was some kind of
blended up food or shake to keep me healthy, but again, I had no idea. Two
minutes? Three minutes? The liquid finally stopped coming through the
"nipple." The woman(?) unsecured the liquid dispenser from the pacifier
and slid it out from the hole. She didn't hide it from my view this time,
and I saw it was another penis shaped center piece. I could see it was an
inch or more longer than the first nipple, had a tube connected to the back
of it, and that it had a hole at the tip of it. Useless information now.
She reinstalled and secured the earlier penis-shaped pacifier nipple, and I
didn't fight it. What was the point? Plus I didn't want to get shocked.
Then, she did something else out of my sight at the cart, and as suddenly
as she came, she left.
No eye contact, and not a word spoken. Why? I don't get it!
This was sooooo strange, and getting stranger and scarier all the time.
For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why this was all going on,
and--in a darker frame of thought--why it hadn't escalated to the point of
physical torture. That Tazer told me it easily could escalate to torture
in the future though, and I couldn't do a thing about it.
After another indeterminate amount of time, I started feeling gassy, and
also like I needed to take a dump. I also was beginning to feel very
sleepy. I guessed I'd received some kind of laxative and some kind of
narcotic in the liquid she fed me--so much for the healthy food thought.
As I was getting sleepier, I lost control of my bowels and soiled myself.
The last thought I remembered having before I passed out was "Great! I'm
laying in my own filth!"
...
My head was aching again. It felt like I had sinus headache just behind my
lightly throbbing eyes. Something was in my mouth.
Oh God, that wasn't a dream. I tried to move my arms and legs, and
experienced the same restrictions again. I was afraid to open my eyes, but
I did anyway.
I was wearing what I would call a "toddler" dress. It was pink and white
with a high waist, full skirt with a lacy...petticoat?...I think that's the
right word...and puffy sleeves, as well as a "Peter Pan" collar. I noticed
that there was a tube running from under the skirt to the foot rail, and
felt something on my penis.
I tried to move my butt around to raise the skirt. I wanted to see if the
tube was attached to my penis like I thought, but my left cheek stung when
I moved it against the mattress. When I looked as closely as I could at
the translucent tube, I thought I could see patches of yellow in it. Not
100% sure on the yellow, but I was sure enough.
Oh yeah, the tube was attached to my penis. It was there to drain me so I
wouldn't piss on myself. I wondered if there was any plan for any future
shitting I might do.
Same hairstyle, I saw. Well, at least something was stable. I let out a
sort of giggly snort. Stable--now that was funny thought given my
unbelievable circumstances.
I just lay there. I thought about that the placing of the mirror and cart
were pretty thought out. I couldn't see the cart with the mirror--that
means someone probably laid in this bed while another adjusted the angle
and placement of the mirror specifically so I couldn't see behind the bed.
The person or persons behind this had thought this out fairly thoroughly.
That amazes me...why the hell were they doing this to me, and with so much
thought put into the scenario? I had absolutely no answer to this thought.
After laying there some lengthy amount of time while thinking about that
Tazer, "She" came back in the room. Same mask, same wig, different shiny
outfit. It was a white, mock nurse's dress, complete with a white, shiny
hat. Instead of red crosses, it had two pink crosses on the normal sized
bosom (why normal sized?), and one pink cross on the hat. Was the nurse's
outfit indicating she was going to do some sort of procedure on me?
Again to the cart. No, that's not right. I hear a sound like a
refrigerator opening and closing--can't see anything back there though,
damn it!
I hear something being set on the cart. Again, wordlessly and without
catching my eyes, she removes the center piece of the pacifier. She
returns to the cart, and comes back with a giant baby bottle with a penis
nipple about the size of my "normal" pacifier penis nipple.
I feel tears welling in my eyes. I know this probably has some sort of
narcotic in the liquid, and I don't want to drink from a baby bottle--let
alone with a penis nipple--but the alternate choice is to get electrically
shocked, and then probably giving in and drinking the bottle anyway. I
angle my head for her to put the bottle in my mouth while feeling a tear
run down my cheek.
In went the nipple. I wondered how I was going to suck on the bottle with
my jaw stuck in one position, but the nipple was so soft and pliable that
just tonguing the nipple caused liquid to come out.
It tasted like sweetened milk. My "nurse" held the bottle, and I "sucked"
a penis on a baby bottle for the milk. I tongued the nipple until most of
the milk was gone. She pulled the bottle out, and did what she needed to
replace my pacifier's penis and secure it in place. She took the bottle
off the cart, and left the room with it. Again, not a word spoken through
the whole episode.
I just wept until I fell passed out from the drugs.
...
My head was aching again. This time I knew it was from the drugs. I felt
the penis pacifier in my mouth again.
There was no point in crying anymore. Whatever was going to happen was
going to happen. I was just going to have to take it until "they" were
done.
I opened my eyes, expecting to see another sissy girl's dress, only to see
that I'm wearing a pink leather corset, and a short, white, net skirt. The
skirt looked very, very full. Now that I saw the corset, I could feel its
tightness across my stomach and chest.
I also saw an IV was now in my arm, and there was no tube coming from under
my skirt.
What the hell are "they" doing? Am I supposed to be a Sissy girl, or a
sexy woman? Even my hair was restyled into some new tousled looking adult
style.
I feel angry now. This is making less and less sense, and I'm tired of it.
I struggle against my restraints and let out what would be loud yells if I
could undo this thing from my mouth, but I know I'm not going anywhere, and
no one is going to hear me. My left butt cheek still hurts when I move it
against the bed, but not as much as before.
I start crying again. If I could let sounds loose from my mouth, I'm sure
I'd sound like a bawling girl.
I don't know how long I cried, but I stopped after awhile. I just lay
there again, waiting for the next nightmare to begin.
Sure enough, "she" came through to door again. Same mask and hair, but
this time in a pink shiny jumper over a white shiny mock turtleneck. She
went straight to the cart this time, and when she comes back into view, I
see she has a TV controller looking device in her surgically gloved hand.
She turned towards me, and I could see her thumb hit a button. All of a
sudden, I felt a vibrator rapidly pulsating in my ass. I felt a wave of
pleasure rip through my body, and a wave of loathing and fear ripple
through my brain. Oh God, this is a nightmare!
My real penis (not the pacifier one in my mouth) attempted to rise, but it
was constricted...it hurts when tries to widen and harden! What the hell
did they do to my penis?
I writhed, restrained to the bed for what felt like hours, but I'm sure
were only excruciatingly confusing minutes. The pleasure that I didn't
want to feel throughout my body (but felt anyway), the pain I felt in my
penis and ass cheek, the intense emotions I felt inside--I can't think of a
better word than nightmare. God, what a nightmare this was!
The woman must have turned off the vibrator with the controller, as I felt
it stop. I didn't want to, but I immediately started weeping. I didn't
want this shiny, evil person at my bedside to see me crack and crumble, but
I cracked and crumbled anyway.
Through my tears, I saw that she was messing with the IV. I knew what was
coming...I was about to pass out again. This time, she stayed in the room
while I passed out.
...
I started moving my arms and instinctively move to wipe my eyes, when it
dawned on me that my arms were free. I moved my legs, and they moved! I
sort of sat up and opened my eyes.
I think I was home in my apartment's bedroom, I think I am anyway, but now
it's all decorated in shades of pink and pink floral patterns. The
furniture was that two-towed pink like in that nightmare dungeon, the walls
were covered with pink and white patterned wall paper, and pink floral
curtains that coordinated with the wallpaper.
I looked down, and I was wearing a long, powder pink nightgown. I tried to
stand up to as a step to taking it off, but I couldn't get flat footed on
the floor and fell back on the bed...noticing a constriction about my waist
as I fell.
Oh, God, what is going on now? I lift the nightgowns skirt, and see I'm
wearing high heeled pink shoes with little straps and locks to hold them on
my feet. I have socks on beneath the shoes...little white socks with fold
downs and lace. I carefully stood up on the heels, and slowly lifted the
nightgown over my head, taking it off. I'm wearing a pink, leather corset.
The cups on the corset are filled, but I don't think they're mine. God, I
hope they're not mine!
I need to see a full length mirror quickly.
I very carefully walk to the mirror in the hall (pink walls), turn on the
light with my...pink, long nailed fingers?
I see I'm wearing make-up. My hair is a mess, but I can see blond bangs
and a highlighted, blond tousled hair on my head, ready to be brushed into
the same hairdo I saw on me at the dungeon. I twist about--almost falling
over in the process--and see that the corset is laced-up and locked in the
back with three little locks. I also notice that there is a roughly 3-inch
wide, pink, lace-edged heart tattoo on my left butt cheek, with the word
"Cutie" written across it at an angle in curvy handwriting.
Shit. I saw in profile, a metal tube over my penis, curved the wrong way
for an erection. It's held in place with a locked handcuff loop encircling
the base of my balls...
I literally had one of those experiences where my mouth literally went
slack-jawed. That couldn't be me in the mirror, but it was.
Nightmare. That's the word. A total, fucking nightmare.
I go through my apartment (pink-pink-floral pink patterns-white-more pink)
looking for my phone...I think I'm going to need a locksmith and an
explanation from hell, only to find I have no phone. My captor or captors
set this up so I'm going to have to leave my apartment to make a call for
help.
I slowly walked back to my bedroom, to check in the pink dresser drawers
and in the closet for something to wear.
I opened the closet first...pink and white--Pink and white clothing filling
the closet, and all of it incredibly feminine looking. I check the dresser
drawers, and there's nothing but pink and white ruffled underwear.
The most masculine pair of pants I found was a pair of pink pair of
bellbottom jeans, with rear pockets shaped like hearts, and decorated with
rhinestones and white lace.
The tops were just as bad. Everyone of them with lace, bell sleeves,
embroidery...something incredibly feminine about all of them.
I don't know what to wear. After a long cry (that didn't affect my
make-up?--How is that?) I got dressed in the pink "heart" jeans and a
lacey, renaissance looking white top. Teetering on my high heeled shoes, I
was mentally preparing to leave the apartment and call one of my friends.
It dawned on me that I couldn't find my ID, credit cards, or any cash. I
don't know which friend to call, and my God, what is he or she to think?
I can't figure out what this all means, and why me? What the hell did I
do? I'm at a total loss...and I know that I have continue the nightmare a
little longer to permanently get out of this hyper-feminine clothing.
I guess it's about time to leave the apartment to make a collect call...Oh
God, oh God, oh God...
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