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Chapter 2
I woke gradually; very gradually and with a blinding headache. I was
aware that I was lying on my back and that I appeared to be on something
reasonably soft, probably a bed. Wincing at the bright white ceiling, I
was sure I didn't recognise it, particularly the lampshade and certainly
not the quite ornate ceiling rose above it. Moving my eyes a little -
even though it hurt to do so - I didn't recognise the wallpaper or the
curtains either. I came to the gradual conclusion that I just didn't know
this room and I certainly didn't know why I was there.
There were other things which seemed wrong as well, but I hadn't yet
achieved a high enough level of consciousness to be able to work out what
they all were. I really didn't have the energy to do much for the moment
so I just lay there and allowed my headache to gradually subside. I had
experienced the occasional hangover, but this seemed to be the tail-end
of an absolute lulu! I couldn't understand it. Apart from anything else,
where could I have got the money in order to get so thoroughly plastered
and being only fifteen, where could I have got the drink in any case? I
only ever drank at home and then only occasionally and with permission.
I suppose it must have been about half an hour before I did much more in
the way of thinking. My head was feeling slightly better and I began to
assess my overall situation. My vision was still a little blurred. My
lips felt slightly greasy, my face a little tight and somehow I felt a
little heavy. I realised I could smell a perfume I had noticed before,
although I couldn't, as yet, place it.
I made a concerted effort to move. Not much happened. I was still very
weak and making any effort seemed impossible. I realised at last that I
was restrained in some way.
"She's awake, Mother."
I heard this young female voice clearly, although I couldn't see anyone.
Whoever it was seemed to be behind me somewhere.
Who was awake? Was there someone else in a similar situation to my own? A
woman or girl, I thought, giving careful consideration to what had been
said.
"At last!"
I knew this voice, didn't I? Suddenly, I realised I recognised both
voices. It was the couple from the ferry. I didn't have time to think of
anything else before she started speaking again as she appeared at the
foot of the bed.
"I think you made the dose too big, Sarah. It's been nearly five hours
now and she's obviously still somewhat groggy."
I still didn't get it. Who were they referring to? I hadn't heard anyone
else in the room although I couldn't see very much with my head buried
deeply in a rather soft pillow.
So, mysteries! Why was I lying on this bed? Had I had an accident or
something? Why did I appear to be restrained and who was this other
person who had just come round?
Oh! And what dose? Of what? Had I had one as well?
I tried to think back over the day and work out what had happened.
I remembered finishing the day's work after my earlier encounter with
these two women. Several more crossings had cleared all the prospective
passengers back to the Woodbridge side of the river. I had cleaned up the
boat and ensured that it was properly moored against a rising tide and
then gone to see the owner for my day's pay. Not very much, but it was
the fun of doing it as much as anything else so I was happy with some
extra pocket money while the owner was happy with having Sundays off!
I had collected my bike and started wheeling it down the narrow alley
away from the wharf-side and towards the main road behind... and then I
came round here and now!
There seemed to be a chunk missing in the middle somewhere. How long had
I been unconscious and where was here? Not only that, but what had
happened to me and why was I now lying on a bed unable to get up?
Questions! Nothing but questions ran through my head as I continued to
stare at the ceiling in this slightly dazed condition.
"I thinks it's time she sat up and started taking some notice of what is
going on around her. Start putting some pillows behind her shoulders"
More conversation about the other person, this woman, I couldn't see, I
thought, before I realised that it was my shoulders that were being
lifted up with my head leaving the pillow!
She? I'm not a 'she'. What was going on?
My shoulders were gradually raised as several pillows were inserted
behind me until I was sort of half sitting up. I still couldn't raise my
arms and it took some effort to hold my head up rather than letting it
loll back over the pillows.
I could now see that I was indeed lying on a bed. More worrying was the
fact that I appeared to be stark naked and that both arms and legs were
tied to the bedstead by what looked like scarves.
I could now also see the two women that I assumed were my captors
standing alongside the bed, dressed as they had been earlier in the day
except that their gloves, scarves and handbags had disappeared.
The older woman spoke.
"We could see how much you enjoyed our little show earlier this
afternoon. We thought you might enjoy it and we were right, weren't we?"
I think my jaw had dropped a little at that comment. Of course I had
enjoyed it! I was a normal boy, wasn't I and hadn't I been given a rather
nice display of what is not normally on show?
"Which did you enjoy most? My daughter's teen fashion with all the lace
and silk over nylons and suspenders or my nice straight skirt and more
motherly underwear?"
I couldn't help it, but even in this situation, Little Henry started to
rouse himself and point straight upwards while my face changed from pale
to a full blush red! They both seemed to ignore that and made a show of
raising their hemlines to show off a lot of nylon covered leg. Henry
upped his game further and hardened to the point where it started to
become painful.
"What? No answer? What do you think, Sally? Which outfit did she like
most?"
"I'm really not sure, Mother. She hasn't made a choice so I assume she
liked both."
'She' again! What is going on? Apart from the huge embarrassment factor
of being fully on display with no hope of hiding anything, why did they
keep referring to me as 'she'?
Mother turned to look at me again, glaring at Henry who stood there
throbbing and impotent. She reached out and gently cupped my balls in her
hand, not hard enough to hurt, but certainly enough to worry me as to the
possible consequences of a wrong move on my part.
In other times, I might have enjoyed this, but the effect of the implied
threat under these circumstances was the almost immediate collapse of
Henry into a soft little heap! If anything, this was even more
embarrassing that the previous erection!
Sally then passed a small satin bag to her mother. She quickly fitted it
over my collapsed member and balls and then tied a drawstring tightly
round the bag neck imprisoning everything inside. I could feel that the
inside was lined with some sort of rubbery material.
"Now let's see what happens!"
Both women raised their hemlines even further, stroking their legs which
sounded fantastic as their hands ran over their nylons.
Needless to say, Henry tried to stand up again but couldn't, of course,
but the pain of a really fierce erection was still there.
"Well, that should keep matters under control for the time being. At
least until we can sort things out in a more permanent manner."
A more permanent manner? How long was this going to go on for?
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