Bound On The Town
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When I awoke I was again wearing all of the garments that Becca had
removed--the dress, the pantyhose, the panties, the bra, and the shoes.
I was strapped to a table with a gag in my mouth. I saw a light bulb
dangling from the ceiling and realized that I was no longer in my
house. I pulled at my restraints in a vain attempt to remove myself
from them--but to no avail. The more I struggled, the more pain there
was in my chest. I thought that perhaps this was due to my overexertion
or due to lack of sleep or possibly just the stress of this situation.
I was wrong.
Ben entered the room after only a few minutes. I had only just regained
consciousness and barely had time to assess my situation. He turned on
an overhead light and blinded me. I instinctively tried to cover my
eyes with my hand, only to have my restraints prevent it. The pain my
chest became greater still.
Ben pulled out a knife. "Do you like them?" He asked, not mentioning
about what he was referring. "I figured you to be the type who would
like a little larger size. It's very attractive, really. Now, they
won't be so big once the swelling goes down, but I still think you will
be pleasantly surprised."
Suddenly, it all made sense. Breast implants! They had given me
breasts! I began to cry and pull against my restraints again, only to
have Ben's hand land squarely across my face.
"We can't have you pulling the staples out. Then we'd just have to redo
the surgery again, wouldn't we? Besides, you are only causing yourself
undo pain by pulling. Try to relax."
With that, he took the knife and sliced down the middle of my dress,
effectively removing it from me, but I will lay on top of it. He
unfastened my bra and examined the work.
"The nipple placement is perfect. The scars are barely noticeable. You
are going to be a knockout when we're through with you."
He then refastened the bra and produced three locks. They were placed
on my nipple rings and on my scrotum ring, just as before, and locked.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a ruckus in the next room. The sound of
metal hitting the floor and screaming came wofting through the
corridor. Was I the only one to whom they were doing this?
Ben ran from the room, knocking over a table of surgical instruments on
his way out. A scalpel, still uncleaned and covered with dried blood,
fell between my legs, missing me by only inches and stuck into the
table. I turned my head to see what was going on, and could only make
out shadows. Ben reemerged into the room, holding his abdomen, and fell
to the floor. He began rifling through the surgical instruments and
produced a saw-like device. Once again, he ran from the room through
the corridor. I heard the sounds of both male and female screaming and
the obvious sounds of a fight. Then silence. As I lay on my table, I
wondered if this was part of the game. Maybe they were trying to break
me mentally as well as physically. I wondered if they had other
"experiments" that were going awry. I wondered if they were all dead
and if I would die on this table. Then I heard footsteps and groans. I
was momentarily relieved. At least someone else was there with me.
James entered the room with another table. He placed it beside mine,
heeding me no mention, and left. Then both he and Robert returned,
carrying with them what seemed to be a female body. She was clad only
in a sheet that covered her whole body. They walked to the other side
of the new table and Roberts removed the sheet. James placed the body
on the table and left again. He returned with another table and, later,
another body. This repeated twice more until there were three bodies
lying beside mine. I turned my head as far as I could to try to make
out who the bodies were and if they were still alive. Squinting through
the bright light above me, I couldn't make out their faces. Presently,
James and Robert were busying themselves with securing their new
victims to their tables, and supplying them with gags.
Robert stepped over to me. "You may have been the best ass that I've
ever gotten from a dude in a dress, but I still prefer good, old-
fashioned women...and good, old-fashioned money." With that, he covered
my eyes with a blindfold.
Through the next few hours, I realized that the three bodies were,
indeed, very much alive. They tried to scream through their gags, but
only made noises. What felt like days later, I was placed on an IV unit
that provided nourishment and a catheter that provided a means for me
to relieve myself. One by one, the other victims were removed from my
room and wheeled into another, only to be returned a few hours later.
After what must have been months, James entered my room and removed my
blindfold. "I think it's time now. We have some plans for you.
Cooperate, and this will be painless. Don't cooperate, and you may be
here for another few months, recuperating from your injuries. Do you
understand?" He asked. I nodded feverishly. I wanted this nightmare
over.
He removed the restraints from my feet. Then he turned his attention to
my arms. First, he placed a pair of handcuffs over one wrist and the
other end to the bed. He did the same for the other wrist. He moved my
arms around so they circled around the head of my table and were
completely under and behind me. Then her secured them together with a
third pair of cuffs and removed the first two--effectively handcuffing
me behind my back. He sat me up for a moment and then pulled at the
cuffs to get me on my feet. I was really shaky standing up, especially
in heels, but he guided me into the next room. There, he sat me on
another table and cuffed me to a metal bar.
He produced a large needle. "This is a tracking device--similar to GPS.
With it, we will always know where you are. If you go somewhere that we
don't want you to go, or if you decide to try to run, we will find
you." With that, he injected me behind my left ear. "You have a lot of
money," He went on to say, "But not enough. We had trouble negotiating
with Ben, so we had to do away with him. Becca, Sue, and Denise were a
little easier to persuade. We just put them in the same situation you
are in. You see, you are going to be a prostitute. James and I are
going to be your pimps. You turn tricks, we make money, we keep you
alive. It's a pretty easy deal. All you have to do is stand on the
corner and solicit sex for money. I figure you will do nicely with the
alternative folks. Unfortunately, Ben died before he could tell us
where the keys are to your locks, so I guess you'll have to keep them.
Becca, Sue, and Denise have already been on the job for about two
months, and they're doing great. Becca tried to run, so when we found
her, we injected her with what we call a "dog collar" device. It only
allows her to move within a given area, and if she goes too far, it
shocks her to the point of unconsciousness. Rest assured, if you fight
us, we will find you. If you go to the police, we will find you. If you
resist, we will find you. And if you think having tits is bad, just
imagine what else we could do. There's one last thing that I want to
give to you." He then secured a steel collar around my neck which was
bolted shut in the back. "Almost done." He said. "Now don't move." He
then took out a tool that looked like a grinder and began to work on
the bolt on my collar. "There." He sighed. "Now it won't come off.
Inside your collar is a radio transmitter. I can hear everything you
say. The other girls have one too. Now it's time again for lights out."
The injection came quickly, and so did sleep. When I awoke, I was lying
on a corner with Becca, Denise, and Sue standing above me. They helped
me to my feet and began to explain all the rules of what to do.
So now I'm a gay male prostitute who looks like a woman. But at least I
get to see Becca everyday.
End
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