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I thought this would be a big score. I'd had the old house under surveillance for about a week and it looked ripe for the picking. Large, detached and isolated with only two middle aged female occupants who went to bed early every night. Easy pickings I thought. How wrong I was. Gaining entry in the early hours of a moonlit morning had proved easier than even I could've imagined, a carelessly left open back window, and quick as a flash I was inside and rummaging around silently in a large living room, the two women safely tucked up in bed, looking for anything valuable whilst using the moon instead of a torch to aid my search. I didn't even notice the two figures hiding in the corner shadows watching my every move. I still didn't notice them as my search carried me towards their position, only at the last moment did I see them but it was already too late. A fierce jolt of pain shot through my body as it convulsed helplessly and I collapsed in a heap on the floor. I lay there stunned and unable to move when the lights came on. I saw two middle aged women wearing jet black Lycra cat suits and knee length black stiletto boots standing over me with satisfied smiles on their faces. One of them was holding a wicked looking stun gun and aimed it in my direction. "I'll shock him again just to make sure he won't give us any trouble, and then we can move him down to the playroom. You're right, he'll do nicely," and shocked me again until I passed out. I didn't know how long I was out for, but as my head cleared and I became more aware of my surroundings I knew I was in a hell of a lot of trouble. The room I was being held in was pitch dark except for a spotlight shining above me and another spotlight shining on an old antique triple lens mirror. I could also make out several small red LED's dotted about in the dark. I stared straight ahead, horrified at the reflection in the 3 mirrors that greeted my eyes and because I could do little else. It was obviously positioned in such a way as to maximise the view of my predicament. I was sitting bolt upright on a large solid wooden chair, held tightly in position by numerous sturdy leather straps. I had been strapped into what felt like a straight jacket that was made of leather and my arms were folded across the front of my body and secured somewhere behind, a strap disappeared down between my legs crushing my manhood and painfully splitting my ass cheeks. Leather straps also secured me to the upright of the chair and held me firmly in their relentless grip, one across my chest and one across my stomach. Shockingly adorning my legs were sheer and shiny black stockings and on my feet were opened toed high heeled sandals. Each leg was strapped tightly to separate chair legs at ankle and below knee and were completely immovable. All I could do was twist my sandaled feet as they dangled inches from the floor, the rest remained perfectly immobile. My head was completely covered by what smelt like a rubber hood. It only had holes for my eyes and I assumed for my nose as I could only breathe through my nostrils. My mouth was packed full of foul tasting silken materiel and what felt like a large strip of adhesive covered it under the hood. Over the top of the hood was a head harness which covered my mouth and chin up to my nose in a solid leather pouch with straps running either side of my nose, over my eyes and up over the top of my head. The straps restricted my vision but I found I couldn't move my mouth or jaw at all. The reason I looked straight forwards at the mirrors was because a strap had been placed over my forehead, securing it to the chair. My whole world was reduced to the restricted vision of the hoods' eyeholes and whatever was in front of me. I tried moving my head but it was useless. I could only stare at the reflection of my thoroughly bound and gagged self. I repeatedly strained against the straps and the straight jacket but they held me completely still and the soggy packing in my mouth combined with the hood and the harness reduced my shouts to mere muffled grunts. The only audible noise was the creaking of the leather used to restrain me and the rushing of blood in my temples combined with the whistling of air as I tried to breath. All I managed to do was make me breathless and sweaty so I had to stop struggling against the bondage until the white stars cleared from my vision due to lack of oxygen. After a while I gave up struggling and I sat there completely immobilised taking stock of my situation. The women, who shocked me and now held me prisoner, were they punishing me for breaking into their house if so why they didn't call the police. They very obviously knew about how to restrain someone because I couldn't move a muscle so how did they know how to do it and where did they get the restraints. Also what did the one woman mean when she said I would do nicely, what did they have planned for me. They obviously wanted me to stick around but why would they put stockings and high heels on my, to humiliate me perhaps, well it was working. I was humiliated. During my struggles I also became aware of something else crushing my body, other than the straightjacket and the straps and I wondered what that was. I could see in the mirrors' reflection the suspender straps disappearing under the straight jacket so what were they attached to. Also the strap from the straightjacket between my legs and spreading my ass cheeks was agony but some of the pain was coming from within, it felt like I was sitting on an egg so had they put something up inside my bottom. All these questions and no one to answer them. Just the constant pressure of the straps around head and body, the foul tasting silken wad in my mouth, the silken caress of the stockings, the high heels painfully forcing my feet into an uncomfortable position, and the numbness of my butt cheeks from being forced down onto the hard wooden chair. But no answers. Just when I thought my predicament couldn't get any worse I heard a mobile phone message tone. Beep-beep. Beep-beep. This triggered a vibrator to activate inside my arsehole. If I wasn't so tightly strapped to the chair I would've jumped up but the straps did their job well and I remained firmly seated whilst the vibrator continued its torture. It continued it's buzzing with increased intensity driving me mad as I struggled against the bondage with zero hope of being able to dislodge it until it suddenly stopped after about 60 seconds. I was panting heavily and groaning into the gag until my breathing eventually returned to normal but even with my increased vigour to try and get free I still barely moved a muscle. Beep-beep. Beep-beep. And of it went again. On and on this torture continued for hours on end. I lost count at fifteen and nearly lost consciousness a dozen times. Each time the vibrator was remotely activated by a mobile phone text message I went mad with struggling and grunting but the bondage held firm and defeated me every time. Sometimes minutes would pass and sometimes it would be hours, but the threat and the bondage remained constant. As soon as I heard that dreaded noise the torment would start again. Whoever these women were they knew how to plan, how to capture, how to restrain, how to torture, physically and mentally, and they clearly enjoyed doing it. I had definitely picked the wrong house to rob and was deeply regretting my decision. Obviously they knew I was watching the house so that means they were watching me, they then allowed me to enter the house to trap me and strap me up and keep me prisoner but for how long and for what reason remained to be seen. The house was set back from the street with no close neighbours so privacy for them was ensured, and any help for me was impossible. All these thoughts were going through my tormented mind when I heard a noise above my head. It sounded like the click click of stilettos on wooden floor boards. The two women had returned and were moving about, I followed their movements with my eyes for several minutes as my head remained immobile because of the straps. The click of the heels moved behind my position and I heard a door unlock, open and then two sets of stilettos descended down some steps and then move towards me. My heart quickened and my body tensed, restricted by the restraints of course, as the women moved closer. Suddenly lights were turned on around the room and I grunted into the gag as the strap restraining my head to the back of the chair was removed. My head fell forward and I growled into the silken packing at this sudden painful movement. I gingerly raised and turned my head to examine my surroundings and stretch my neck muscles as both of the women moved the antique mirror off to one side. Before me stood two visions of dominant beauty. Dressed in matching outfits, white satin shirts, wide waist belts, elbow length black leather gloves, black leather knee length skirts, sheer black stockings and killer high heeled pumps, they looked at me with broad smiles on glossy red lips. "Welcome to our home, now your home for the foreseeable future. I bet you have lots of questions about who, what, and why but don't worry about that. All you need to know is that you are now ours. End of story. You made a very grave mistake thinking you could break in here and steal from us. We've been watching you from the first moment we saw you scoping our house and planned this to perfection. Nobody will think of looking for you here, you covered your own tracks well which helped us no end. But you are not as clever as you think. As to what we have planned for you, well, I don't want to ruin the surprise." "But be warned. We know you will try to resist or escape, which does make it a little bit more fun for us, but we will only tolerate so much. You will be kept in tight bondage at all times from now on, and tightly gagged, but it's up to you just how extreme we go. If you play ball we may be gentle and you may even enjoy it, but if not we will let our imaginations run wild and you will suffer. But consider this. If you become too much trouble we have no problem with killing you and dumping your body dressed in women's clothes. Keep this in mind and think of the implications before you try anything stupid." "This tazer will help us elicit control and you already know how effective and painful that is so don't make us use it. The house is also more secure than you think and very private with no prying eyes. All doors and widows are locked, alarmed and electrified. Not too much voltage, just enough to stun and incapacitate. Now that you know the ground rules we have enough time for a quick play session before your appointment." With that they both advanced on my helpless body and began unstrapping me from the chair. I was hauled to my feet where I teetered unsteadily on aching legs and towering heels. The two women supported me and helped me shuffle off to a raised platform, the heels clicked and the stockings on my legs rasped together noisily as I was positioned in the centre and ordered not to move A Wide collar was fastened around my neck, and chains clipped to rings in the front back and sides of the collar. Next my heeled feet were spread about three feet apart and a bar was attached by leather cuffs to the ankles, keeping them separated. The chains attached to the collar tightened and I was balanced precariously on heels trying to keep the pressure of the collar off my throat. I was breathing noisily through my nostrils and mmmphed into the gag in protest but the women just laughed at my predicament. They busied themselves by setting up video cameras around the platform and I saw the familiar red LED lights, they had been filming me all along. I saw a couple of computers on a desk off to one side as they switched them on and managed to get a look at my surroundings for the first time. I was in a large room, probably the basement, and it looked like a fully equipped dungeon, shackles on the walls, unidentifiable furniture of all sorts of shapes and sizes, cages, a large four poster bed, racks of clothing, shoes and bondage equipment and a massive vanity mirror with tons of bottles of perfume and all sorts of make up and dummies heads with wigs. Cameras were dotted all around the room as well as the computer workstation. The chair which I was strapped to was off to one side as were tailors dummies garbed in outlandish looking leather, rubber and PVC outfits, the heads of which were covered in masks and hoods of all shapes and sizes. I shuddered inwardly at the spectacle before me and wondered how much of this stuff I would get to know intimately. I knew I had to escape these two psychotic women but also heeded their warning. If I was caught how bad would things get for me, and if I annoyed them enough for them to kill me would they carry out their threat. I did have family and even though I was missing I couldn't put them through that sort of hell. The newspapers thrived on this kind of story. No. I would bide my time. Wait for them to make a mistake. If they ever would. Mind you. If they carried out their threat to keep me in tight and inescapable bondage would that chance ever arise? I would have to endure and wait and see. I was interrupted from my reverie by the two women returning, activating the video cameras by remote control and then proceeding to circle my helplessly bound body, strategically swatting my most sensitive areas with crops. Each stinging blow made my body twitch in the confines of the restraints, the loud slaps they made followed by a muffled grunt and an explosion of air from my nostrils, followed by frantic inhalation. But the straightjacket kept my arms firmly wrapped around my waist, the spreader kept my legs widely apart and the heels ensured imbalance which caused the chain attached to the collar to pull tight, further restricting my breathing. I had no choice but to endure, what choice did I have. My legs quivered because of the position they were in and kept giving way momentarily increasing the pressure around my neck. The swatting continued mercilessly and expertly. Buttocks, inner thighs, calves, outer thighs then back to buttocks, over and over and over. All caught by the cameras. Through my tearful eyes I saw one of the women produce a mobile phone, key in some digits and then the vibrator in my ass exploded into life. I screamed into the gag, nothing but muffled sounds escaped the silken packing until I mercifully passed out and collapsed into the restraints. Sweet oblivion enveloped me. When I came to confusion reigned supreme. It took me several minutes to realise that I was in a car and we were driving somewhere. It took me longer to understand how I had been restrained. I was lying face down on the back seat with my hands cuffed behind me, my elbows were cuffed and even my thumbs didn't escape restraints. My ankles had also been cuffed and were pulled up behind me and attached to the cuff chain of my elbows. Judging by the fact that my toes were pointing skyward I guessed that my feet were in high heels. Stockings also adorned my legs and my waist was being crushed by some garment. My head was encompassed by a tightly fitting leather helmet with holes at the nose for me to breathe through and a large object inserted into my mouth, after exploration with my tongue I realised to my horror that it was a penis shaped rubber wedge. Naturally I tried to expel the object but the tightness of the leather hood meant that was impossible. I tested the confines of my restraints for several minutes but stopped when I realised the helplessness of my current situation and the cuffs remained tight and dug painfully into whatever appendage they were attached to. My thighs, calves, and buttocks were very sore after the attention they had received and my limbs were all crying out with cramp from the position I was forced to endure and every bump in the road the car ran over brought fresh agonies and I grunted into the penis gag. After what seemed like an eternity the car finally stopped, doors opened and closed and I felt hands unlocking the chain that was hogcuffing me. Pain shot through my legs as they were forcefully straightened and I groaned and bit down on the rubber phallus in my mouth as I was hauled to my feet. I was held up and swayed unsteadily on towering heels that I wasn't accustomed to and I felt the cuffs removed from my ankles. I shivered in the cool air as something was draped over my shoulders and I was ushered to some unknown destination, guided by arms holding my cuffed arms as I shuffled along in the heels. The leather helmet kept me blind, silent and docile, almost disciplined, and I finally understood its use. When we stopped walking I felt hands unlacing the discipline helmet then it was loosened and pulled up over my head. Cool air covered my face where only seconds before it was covered by suffocating, tight and restrictive leather and bright light blurred my vision, momentarily blinding me. The rubber penis was removed from my mouth with a loud plop and drool dribbled down my chin. The relief of being ungagged for the first time in ages was short lived as a large red rubber ball was wedged firmly behind my teeth and strapped tightly in placed. As my vision cleared I took stock of my new surroundings. I was dressed in what looked like a corset. It was red in colour with lots of frilly lacy parts made of satin and laced very tightly around my waist. This held up very sheer black stockings and high heeled stilettos adorned my feet. A raincoat was draped over my shoulders but was removed leaving me standing there like some cheap hooker. I was in what looked like a beauty salon. There were numerous people having all sorts of treatments and haircuts looking at me and smiling but no one bothered to help me. This was very troubling. A man corseted, stockinged, heeled, cuffed and gagged and standing in full view in public and nobody cared. My two captors started unlacing the corset before removing it, the stockings, heels and restraints except for the thumb cuffs, leaving me standing there naked except for the gag and a large erection. This brought giggles and smiles from the patrons but angered my captors who dragged me off to a vacant cubicle. I was forced into a padded chair where they proceeded to strap my arms to the arrests with my hands hanging over the ends at wrists above and below elbows and one across my waist and stomach. One of my captors grabbed my erect penis and squeezed and whispered in my ear. "You will pay for this later. I promise." And flicked the tip with a perfectly manicured finger. She then proceeded to assist strapping my legs to specially positioned leg restraints. I sat immobile in the chair completely naked except for the gag. A curtain was pulled around the cubicle and a machine was wheeled in by a tartily dressed large breasted woman wearing a shiny pink top, short leather miniskirt, shiny black tights and knee length stiletto boots. She had blonde beehive hair, long red nails, large hoped ear rings and entirely too much make-up. She also looked slightly manly due to her height, build and facial structure but I couldn't be sure. Dials were turned on the machine and electrical wand was produced. She started rubbing it over my arms, legs, chest and crotch and a crackling sound was emitted followed by a mild burning, I groaned into the rubber ball wedged in my mouth and drool dripped down my chin. Hair proceeded to fall away from everywhere the wand touched and straps were undone and refitted so nowhere was missed. Even a hatch in seat base was removed to gain access to my arse which soon became as hairless as the rest of me. My face was next and my stubble chin was soon as smooth as an egg. When she had finished she planted a silky covered knee in my groin and said in a deep husky voice, "There you go my dear, as hairless as the day you were born. Except your head of course which we will sort out soon." And planted a kiss squarely on my gagged mouth before licking the drool off my chin and running her tongue around my stretched and dry lips. I was hard due to her ministrations but again I had doubts this was a woman as something didn't seem quite right about her. My two captors and this other woman disappeared for a few minutes leaving me strapped tightly to the chair whilst staring at myself in the mirror. They returned with some attachments and began fitting them to the chair. First was two hand shaped plates fitted on the end of the arms and my palms were laid flat against them. Small leather straps were used to secure each finger just after each knuckle joint. Next to be fitted was a headrest with a large red rubber ribbed and tapered object attached by a pivot arm, the ball gag was un strapped and removed from my mouth and the rubber object was positioned over my head and in front of my face ready for insertion. "Open wide my dear" said the wo/man and pinched one of my nipples hard. I opened my mouth to shout in pain when the tapered rubber object was pushed forcefully into it. I gagged and wretched as it approached the back of my throat and it forced my jaws open as wide as they would go. Finally my teeth settled over a rib in the gag and they seemed satisfied that it was in far enough. They locked the pivot mechanism off so I couldn't expel the monster, not that I could anyway, and a strap was fastened over my forehead, further locking my head into position. I gakked and choked silently swallowing the drool that crept down my throat. The three bitches laughed evilly at the noises I was making and how I was so helplessly restrained but they hadn't finished yet. They disappeared out of view and I suddenly felt a finger probing my anus through the hatch in the seat base. The finger continued its ministrations before entering painfully and probing inside. I twitched within the leather bondage and squirmed as much as the leather straps would allow, which was not at all, and gakk gakk gakked into the gag. The finger was removed but returned seconds later this time massaging cold lubricant into my already sore opening. I then felt something bigger being pushed up inside and I wailed into the rubber gag as it was pushed deep. My poor anus was being stretched beyond belief as I felt the monster pushed deeper and deeper inside of me. It only stopped inserting when I felt a something press between my hole and my balls which suddenly sprang vibrating into life. I sat helpless as a baby strapped to the chair for the next few hours, with the object inserted up my arse and the object vibrating against my balls. My fingers, strapped immobile to the hand plate, were treated to manicures and moisturises and had bright red false nails glued to each tip. They then released each arm and pulled satin opera gloves up my arms all the way to my shoulders before strapping it back down. The women and wo/man took great pleasure explaining to me what they were doing as I sat helpless and gagged in the chair, drool dripping from my distended jaws. Next my feet were pedicured, pampered, dusted and moisturised before the nails were painted red as well. Each leg was released in turn and moisturised until they shone and had finest nylon stockings pulled up each one, all of which was explained to me as they went along, all the while the vibrator buzzed away. My head was reeling, spinning hazily from their expert ministration and the vibrators' constant attention. The high heels I wore earlier were refitted to my feet and strapped tightly on. Each leg was then re-secured. Next my eyebrows were plucked into a high arches and my body jerked when each hair was yanked out. At last they removed the horrible gagging device and I cried in agony as my jaws were forced closed. My relief again was short lived as a couple of pairs of lace and silk panties were stuffed into my mouth. These of course were soiled as I found out much to my distaste and they took great pleasure from letting me know. Still the buzzing continued. Semi permanent lipstick and lip gloss was applied to my lips and my eye lashes were extended and curled. Foundation and eye shadow were next followed by ages of face make-up application. I sat there and endured, tightly strapped and helpless to prevent my continued feminization. Customers would come over and chat to my captors, offering advice and having a poke, a prod or a feel, taking photos on their phones and not one saw fit to help me. Just complimented the women and went about their business. With my face finished and my features unrecognisable they set upon my hair. They added blonde, shoulder length extensions and dyed, washed and set my hair, all the while soiled panties were crammed in my mouth. At one point I was wheeled to one of the driers and sat helplessly strapped amongst the other customers who sat under their driers and gossiped or read magazines. The humiliation was incredible. When finally enough was done to me so that I was completely unrecognizable to the poor schmuck who was brought in, the vibrator and the anal intruder were removed, the panties were pried out of my mouth and the ballgag was strapped tightly back in. I was released from the chair and dragged to my high heeled feet. Cuffs were fastened around now satin clad wrist, elbows and thumbs. The corset was wrapped around my waist and they all took it in turns to tug at the lacings seeing who could get it tightest, much to my breathless dismay. The wo/man obviously won, which reinforced my belief that it was a man, but they had to undo the laces slightly as the colour drained from my now heavily made up face and I nearly fainted from lack of air. It was still incredibly tight and I still struggled to breath but at least I was conscious. Their conversation turned to payment and the wo/man asked if I had any cock sucking experience. They said they didn't know as they had only just acquired me. I stood there helplessly cuffed and gagged, dressed in a corset, finest nylon stockings, heels and satin opera gloves, tarted up to the nines with a very sore anus, absolutely exhausted from hours of being strapped up, tied up, gagged and vibrated and they were talking about my cock sucking experience. My two captors agreed that the stylist could bust my oral cherry in return for not paying for my makeover which he readily agreed. They all told him that I had best remain ring gagged just in case, whatever that meant. I shuddered in disbelief and bolted for the door when they turned their backs. The clip clip of my heels and the customers warning gave my escape plan away. I actually made it to the door but my cuffed wrists and thumbs and the smooth and shiny materiel of the satin gloves made it impossible to grip. The three bitches just casually sauntered over grabbed my arms and dragged me off through a door to the cheers of the watching female crowd. We entered a storeroom with a stout support pillar in the middle. I was manoeuvred over to it , forced down onto my knees, had my stilleto'd feet placed either side of the pillar and then cuffed together. My wrist, elbow and thumb cuffs were all removed and refastened behind the post. One of my captors rummaged inside a large leather hand bag and pulled out a strap with a large ring in the middle of it. She approached my helpless form, reached behind my head then unbuckled and removed the ball gag. Grabbing a generous handful of my now ample extended, dyed and styled hair she forced the ring behind my teeth before strapping it tightly in place. She released my head and stood back, reaching into her bag again and pulling out a compact video camera. My mouth was now held invitingly open for payment to commence. That came in the form of the drag queen that now stood before me. S/he unzipped the leather mini skirt and let it fall to the floor, rasping against the shiny tights as it went. Before my eyes was a massive erect cocked trapped by the tights and busting to get out. He hooked manicured thumbs under the elastic waistband and slowly pulled them down and freeing the monster. It was about eight inches long, heavily veined but not too wide that it wouldn't fit through the ring holding my mouth open. It jutted straight out and pointed right at me as he stepped forward, high heeled knee length boots creaking as he went. I tried to back away but had nowhere to go. Helplessly cuffed to the post I turned my head away in disgust. He, now most obviously a he, just grabbed a handful of my now luxurious mane to hold my head steady and pressed the shiny tip of his cock through the ring holding open my mouth and kept pushing , inch by agonising inch until it reached the back of my throat and I retched. He then withdrew and repeated the process. Each time he pulled back drool exited my abused mouth and ran down my chin, hanging in threads as gravity dragged it towards the floor. In and out, in and out. Faster and harder all the time holding my head steady, pumping away ignoring my gurgling and retching until he tensed, gripped my head tighter, rammed his cock deep down my throat and exploded buckets of hot, salty, stick sperm into my mouth. I choked on his discharge trying not to swallow but helpless to stop it. Down it went as I choked and gagged on his cock which had now stopped depositing sperm and was rapidly going soft. My two captors clapped and shouted bravo, all of this captured remorselessly by the video camera. One of them threw him a pair of satin panties and said, "Clean yourself off and leave them stuffed in there, she can enjoy your taste for the rest or the night." With that he pulled his now flaccid cock out of my mouth, drool and sperm forming tendrils between us, and wiped himself off with the panties. He then wiped my chin and crammed them into my mouth. "You're a good little slut, can't believe I was your first. Hopefully I'll get to bust that other cherry of yours too." He pulled the tights back up, wriggled back into the leather miniskirt and zipped it up. "Ladies, it been a pleasure. Come back very soon and bring the slut too. Maybe we can arrange a deal for me to pop her other cherry too." And walked out laughing. I tried to push the sodden and soiled panties out of my mouth but one of the ladies saw what I was attempting to do and stepped forward, "Oh no you don't, they are staying in there for the rest of the evening and possibly the night too." And pushed them back in with her thumbs. The other woman pulled out the leather discipline helmet, removed the large penis gag attachment and readied it for fitment, my newly extended hair was braided into a pony tail and pulled through a hole in the top as the helmet was tugged and adjusted to fit. The laces were pulled tight and the leather conformed to the contours of my face, stifling and blocking out all light. It also kept the panties in my mouth from being expelled thus keeping them trapped in their for the duration. I was released from the post, dragged to my feet and quickly and tightly re secured I was then woman handled blindly back to the car, put face down on to back seat and hogcuffed again. A few hard slaps on the ass to check I was properly restrained then they closed the door, got in the front, gunned the engine, cranked up the music and drove me back to their home to a very uncertain future.