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Richie had been the youngest child and only son, normally you would
expect him to have been spoiled by his mother and his older siblings, but
an upbringing under female rule with no father and an aggressive bullying
sister had made him grow into a nervous, shy, soft and submissive young
man. That upbringing had left him with a dreadful yearning to wear female
clothes which had been created by the evil programming of his dominant
sister who had forced him into girls' clothes as he grew up. She had
created the terrible submissive sissy feeling that dressing gave him and
now when he gave in to that inner need those feelings burnt deeper and
deeper into his very being.
For all that, Richie was a clever young man, he adapted to his own shy
loneliness doing his best instead to focus on his education and when he
left school, hiding himself in his work. He eventually became a telephone
engineer, primarily working on his own and quickly progressing to become
a maintenance linesman covering a remote area of Wales.
He enjoyed his job and was good at it, meeting a variety of people who
were nearly all pleased to see him, glad of his expertise in fixing their
communication problems. He was also learning his way around the area and
finding all the quiet hidden spots. It was these hidden spots that he
carefully explored, building his confidence in finding somewhere he could
give in to his foolish yearnings in quiet privacy, when the desire proved
too great for him to ignore.
It had been a busy difficult month, Richie had been working almost
nonstop after the severe weather had caused so many problems, but today
at last he seemed to have caught up and had time to relax a little. Of
course it didn't take long, his mind free of the problems he'd been faced
with over the last month, now strayed to his old suppressed yearning and
in a foolish one tracked mind he had ended in a particularly quiet hidden
spot. It was a place that he had found a few months previously and which
he had visited twice before. It was the site of an old wartime camp and
its broken buildings and weed chocked concrete roads were intermingled
with overgrown rubble mounds and a maze of old quarries. It was literally
in the middle of nowhere, yet he still sought out a well hidden spot deep
within the camp, in a clearing surrounded by trees behind the mounds of
spoil and here he stopped. His heart was in his throat, the familiar
nervous excitement as he began to change into the female clothing that he
kept concealed in a bag behind the seat of his van.
Richie had stood trembling half hidden behind the open van door as he
stripped naked, then starting with his sheer pink nylon panties and
matching pink bra he hurriedly dressed, each item of clothing making him
feel more and more of a submissive sissy. Eventually he was dressed; he
wore his denim skirt with soft red cardigan over his white tee top. Hold
up stockings clad his shaved legs, black ankle bootees on his feet.
Feeling that throbbing sissy sexiness course through him, he sat back in
his van. Closing the door to further his secrecy, but leaving the window
open so that the warm spring sunshine could stream in, he quietly began
to eat his sandwiches buzzing in the rush of this secret naughtiness.
The man's voice was sudden, it made him jump, his heart leaping at the
sound, fear immediately gripping him, his instant reaction to try to hide
himself, hide the way he was dressed.
"What the hell you doing here? This is private property."
The man came right up to the van window as Richie cringed down inside
blushing, a red flush across his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry sir, I didn't know, I was just eating my lunch," he
babbled huddling down in his seat and trying his best to cover the skirt
with the sandwich wrappings.
"I've seen you ere before, trespassing on my private land, what are you
at doin ere?" The man was mature and wiry, his teeth yellow and broken,
his face whiskered, coarse and weathered.
"I, I only stopped to eat my sandwiches sir." Richie felt really scared
now, his voice trembling in his fear. He tried to grope for the van keys
to start it up wanting to drive off as fast as he could. But the old man
noticed his surreptitious action and he suddenly had the door handle,
pulling it open.
"Git out, git out now or I'll call the police, I got your number, we got
ways of dealin with trespassers round ere, now git out."
The old man's hand was on Richie's arm, his grip suddenly fierce as he
dragged him out of the van, the sandwiches and paper falling to the floor
as Richie struggled to free himself, until the old man finally had him
pinned against the side of the van.
"Wot we got ere then?" The old man was looking him up and down as Richie
squirmed in his embarrassment. "Wot sort of girly are you then?" His eyes
gleamed as he grinned a lewd teasing, frightening grin and he closed the
van door standing between Richie and it, making it obvious he was taking
in everything that he was wearing as he looked him up and down.
Richie's face burnt bright red in embarrassment, he was near tears in his
shame, trembling all over, the fear making him feel weak, his voice lost
in his humiliation.
"What a pretty thing ya are girl aren't ya?" And the old man cackled at
the effect of his teasing taunt. "So what my gonna do wiv ya? I'll tell
ya what girl." He stressed the word girl each time he said it. "First you
gonna be punished for trespassing on my land, that's what. Then, well
we'll ave ta see what appen then, depends if ya learns your lessin girl."
With that he grabbed Richie's arm and began dragging him along after him
as Richie struggled, trying weakly to resist the old man's surprisingly
powerful strength. Now in near panic Richie whimpered and pleaded for
the old man to let him go.
It seemed that Richie had been dragged along for miles, he was
struggling and begging as he stumbled along the path a rough twisting way
through the trees until they emerged in an untidy farm yard. The old man
hustled him up to the door of a huge farmhouse, pushing it open and
pushing him inside as he did so. He paused a second, locking the door
behind them, the key a big rusting relic almost too big to fit in the old
man's pocket. Before he knew it, Richie found himself thrust into a large
shadowy, dark and dingy farmhouse kitchen.
The old man pulled a big heavy chair out from the huge table, never
relinquishing his grip he sat on it and at the same time pulling Richie
forward over his knees. It happened so quickly that Richie in his scared,
embarrassed state didn't have time to prevent it, not that he had the
strength left to stop the old man after his struggle down that rough
rooted path.
Richie's arms were suddenly free; his reaction to try and save himself
from falling forward onto the slate paved floor, but the old man had him
gripping him tightly around his waist.
"The only way to punish girls for trespassing is a good spanking." And he
began to pull Richie's skirt up over his hips.
Richie almost squeaked in fear and embarrassment begging the old man to
stop whilst his reaction as he began to struggle in renewed fervour was
to reach behind him to prevent the old man from doing it. But the old man
had anticipated his reaction, he'd obviously done this many times before.
The cord was looped around Richie's right wrist and pulled tight in an
instant, the left wrist grabbed and another loop tightened, the two cords
tied swiftly and roughly together, disabling Riche completely.
"Now keep fucking still, ya little bitch or by fuck you'll regret it,"
the old man spat in an evil vehemence.
Richie froze and the old man chuckled in a crude gleeful dribble noting
the passive effect of his words. Then slowly, he continued to pull
Richie's skirt up over his bottom, teasingly revealing his sheer pink
panties clinging to his soft round cheeks.
Excited now, his eyes shining brightly the old man slid his hand over
Richie's warm sexily clad bum, his cock swelling in his dirty trousers
beneath Richie's hips.
Richie's quiet whimpered begging was soft, tearful and full of fear.
"Shatup, or I'll fuckin gag ya too bitch," the old man hissed, his
vehemence laced with arousal as he continued sliding his bony hand over
and around Richie's sheer pink panties. "Yea I reckon gaggin is wat ya
need next time, to shut up ya miserable whimperin."
The spanking when it suddenly started took Richie by surprise, the old
man was indeed strong and the stinging pain of each blow quickly reducing
Richie to whimpering tears until eventually his wriggled struggling
attempts to escape stopped and he lay there sobbing across the old man's
knees in broken submission.
The old man's erection was full and painfully stiff now, he was excited,
triumphant, this sissy's fight was broken, he was his to have and he
would never let him escape. The thought made him chuckle, his erection
growing even bigger at the thought.
He stood up then, dragging Richie's limp sobbing quivering body up with
him, thrusting him over the big oak kitchen table. He breathed deeply
relaxing himself, he was used to being patient and he knew from
experience that the next half an hour would be critical to the plan he
was hatching in his mind.
Elwyn Hughes was a bachelor, he had been born and bred on this farm, his
mother and father first cousins had had him at a late age, his father an
ignorant bullying man. He had left school at the age of fifteen, never
enjoying it there, usually in trouble for fighting and once or twice
accused of sexual assaults on other boys, but that had been hushed up.
He'd worked on the farm all his life, he and his bullying father buying
up smaller neighbouring holdings, the old camp and the quarries all
increasing the size of the land they owned. He was never popular with
women, he was too rough, abusive and abrasive for them and anyway if the
truth was known he harboured his thoughts elsewhere. At the age of fifty
he had discovered his fun on the Internet, becoming more and more
involved in his fantasies through it. His life became focused on his
perversions and the farm, it becoming such a focus of his mind that he
even ignored the ill health and eventual death of his parents.
Finally living alone he felt free to do as he wanted, immersing himself
deeper into his internet fantasies, finding and eventually meeting a
group of people with similar likes and involvements. This group often
came to visit him on the farm for their fun, loving the huge rambling
farm house and delighting in its remoteness and secluded secrecy.
As time went on and as a few of them retired from their jobs deciding
to move closer to their friend, all tied together by the sexual
perversions they shared, perversions which grew and grew. To such an
extent that the top floor of the big farmhouse was even turned
completely over to "playrooms" where unsuspecting guests were imprisoned
at weekends feeding the fantasies of their captors.
However, Elwyn was in his mid sixties now and he wanted more, some of
his friends had grown old and some had even died, he wanted to really
further his excitement now before it was too late.
It was pure luck that he'd happened upon the young man in the van, he'd
watched him that first time, surprised and intrigued at what he saw,
exciting thoughts growing as he watched. He didn't go near, not too
close, just watching, wondering, taking it all in. He thought it might
have been just a one off. However the second time, he was delighted when
he saw the van again, he crept closer to watch studying the young man
as he was dressing up and playing with himself as he watched.
It was at that last time that he thought this might hopefully be a
regular thing for the young man and excited by that thought he began to
develop a plan for the next time he visited. Ideas and fantasies mingling
and cultivating in his mind, oh yes, the next time he would trap him,
have him, imprison him, yes this could be better than his wildest dreams
and what's more, his friends would be overjoyed to see what he'd got.
Elwyn secured Richie's wrists to the far side of the table so that he was
tied over it with his hips just over the top on the opposite side, his
legs dangling. Sliding his hands over the sheer, softly fine material
covering Richie's quivering bottom, he slipped his fingers between his
legs, pulling the elasticated hem to one side revealing that cleavage
that protected his tinglingly fearful rosebud. Spitting on his finger he
slid it between those heated ruby cheeks, to that vulnerable spot and
slowly, gently, teasingly began invading the whimpering young man's body.
Elwyn took it slowly even though he was on fire with excitement, he took
his time, at first gently using one finger to measure his captive's
tightness, then guessing that the young man must have used a dildo on
himself, using two fingers to open him, listening to the whimpering
groans and gasped begging no's, yet no obvious squeaks of pain just a
fearful tensing of his buttocks.
Elwyn unbuttoned his greasy trousers and pulled down his greyed over
washed y fronts releasing his stiff throbbing erection which leaped out
of his pants. Resisting the instinct to instantly thrust it into Richie,
he began the slow process of teasing the young man with it. Rubbing it
over his quivering puckered rosebud, entering slightly, retracting and
stopping at each and every sign or sound of pain from the young man. He
wanted this rape to humiliate and embarrass rather than hurt, he wanted
Richie to be aroused against his will, he wanted him to cum even though
he knew that mentally Richie would struggle and try reject him as he
broke down his defences forcing him to give in to his forced climax.
And so it was, Elwyn's engorged mushroom head eventually pushed through
Richie's twitching spasming ring, entering deeper and deeper into him,
cleverly moving over, massaging the young man's prostate until his
groaned whimpering no's turned into feminine moans and Richie's twitching
penis still trapped between his legs in his sheer pink panties began its
limp non erectile ejaculation.
It was then, when Elwyn saw Richie's unwanted dribbling climax soaking
the gusset of his panties that he knew he'd broken the young man, smiling
triumphantly to himself he increased the strength of his thrusting
fucking, increasing its fervour as he finally allowed himself release to
satisfy himself. Fully thrusting his engorged manhood into him, his
swollen head excitedly opening its breeding mouth deep within the young
man as with a final deep thrust it began to jet his clinging sperm inside
him.
Elwyn ignored Richie's whimpering moans as he held his hips, pulling
himself completely into him as his invading army of semen possessed him.
Elwyn held it there, held himself inside the young man until slowly,
eventually his engorged manhood had finished its ejaculations and began
to wilt. Then pulling himself from him and smiling in triumphant
satisfied glee he pulled his less than clean clothes back up, buttoning
his trousers and fastening his big leather belt. Slapping Richie's still
quivering bum, he pulled his pink panties back in place, leaving him
still tied there whimpering as he left the room.
After a short while Elwyn returned with a bottle of pills in his hand and
he went to the tap above the sink at the end of the kitchen where he drew
some water into a glass. Placing the glass and pills on the worktop he
unhooked Richie's wrists from the tie holding him across the table and
pulled the weakened young man back onto the kitchen chair where he
squirmed on his stinging and ravaged bottom. Elwyn took two tablets from
the bottle and presented them to Richie with the glass of water.
"Pain killers, come on take them," he grunted.
Hardly daring to look at the old man in his embarrassment, his face tear
stained and fearful, he reached out his trembling fingers, taking the
pills from the old man's big calloused hands he swallowed them.
Elwyn watched carefully to see that the pills had been taken properly,
but he could see that the young man hadn't suspected anything, he smiled,
a wicked smile, triumphant that he'd drugged Richie so easily.
"Good girl," he snickered. "You've just taken some strong sleeping
pills, they'll knock you out for at least twelve hours, so now we'd
better get you upstairs into bed before they take effect, hadn't we?"
Richie sat up aghast, shocked at his words, his heart thumping, yet a
tiredness in his head was already beginning to dull his reactions. The
old man took him by his arm and pulled him upright, then half dragging,
half cajoling, he brought him out through the hallway and up a wide
stairs to a landing. Richie was almost leaning on him now, dragging his
feet, yet in his mind he knew this was bad, he knew he shouldn't allow
this cruel pervert to get him upstairs, he wanted to push him away and
run and he feebly tried. The old man hardly noticing Richie's struggle
opened a heavy door revealing a further steeper stair, he was trying to
hurry now and almost pushed Richie up it. The upper landing, dim and
silent somehow exuded an almost erie, ominous fear, it was lined with
old heavy dark oak doors with burnished brass doorknobs and big black
keys protruding from large gleaming locks.
Elwyn opened the first door and heaved Richie into the room beyond. It
was deceptively large with a mixture of old furniture and gleaming
stainless steel cabinets scattered around the walls, right in the centre
of the room was a large iron bedstead. Dragging the almost limp Richie
across, the old man almost threw him onto the bed.
As Richie lay there struggling with his weakness, battling to clear the
enveloping tiredness from his head, Elwyn quickly began to remove
Richie's clothes. He roughly pulled them off him, yet cleverly still
leaving him in the bra and panties to remind and enforce his sissy
femininity. Richie didn't offer any resistance he was almost asleep and
was then far too weak to prevent it. The old man, showing his strength
manoeuvred Richie into the middle of the bed, then reached for the cuffs
which were dangling from chains welded to the iron corner posts of the
bed. Taking his time now as he saw that his captive had succumbed to
sleep, he fixed the cuffs to his wrists and ankles, adjusting them to
prevent him from being able to free himself. Satisfied with his work and
with a thought to protecting his captive, he threw a duvet over the
young man's prone tied sissy form and went out locking the door before
returning hurriedly to the kitchen. He had much to do.
Taking the tractor up through the farm lane and across the fields Elwyn
soon arrived back at the old camp driving straight up through the old
weeded roads to the broken entrance gate that Richie had managed to
squeeze his van through earlier. Stopping he used the front lift on the
tractor and proceeded to drag the gate fully shut, working swiftly to
close off the access to and from the country lane outside. Satisfied that
no one could now enter his land, he drove back down through the site to
the concealed spot where Richie had left his van. The key was still in
the ignition just as it had been left, he got in and started it up, then
he slowly took it along a rough rutted lane leading from the old camp
past some piles of scrap metal, the lane finally ending in a cliff edge
above the small overgrown quarry below. This was a spot he and his
father had long used to dump their rubbish, old machinery and scrap, a
natural hidden land fill. Carefully he drove the van to the edge of the
precipice before getting out and pushing it, the engine still running,
the last few feet. The van suddenly seemed to rush forward and Elwyn
stopped, watching as it roared forward over the edge, disappearing as it
plunged down in a huge crash to finally burst into flames, the petrol
tank eventually exploding with an enormous blast.
Elwyn walked away smiling without a backward glance, now that he'd
covered the tracks, he had a few phone calls to make. He arrived back
at the farmhouse with a nonchalant feeling of job well done, he crossed
to the telephone, knowing the numbers off by heart and picking up the
receiver he dialled. The two calls were to two kindred spirits and he
could hardly contain the excitement he felt in telling them what he'd
done and what he now had. Hearing his news they keenly agreed to come
straight over, enthusiastic to see his captive and to suggest, discuss
and plan with him.
Elwyn felt more alive than he had felt for years and he was almost
humming merrily to himself as he began to prepare for his visitors, his
mind already in overdrive, perverted plans and ideas feeding his
euphoria.
Alfred had been a doctor and a surgeon for more years than he cared to
remember yet he was still doing a little private work on the side even
since his retirement, it helped keep him alive and it subsidised his
hobby. Often those private jobs were for his friends, particularly those
operations that gave him the few perverted thrills that helped break the
monotony of his now mundane life. The call from Elwyn was a surprise but
hugely welcomed in a particularly long period of recent boredom. It gave
him a sudden rush of energy and he quickly found himself dashing around
his house filling his medical bag with all the immediate requirements
that sprang to mind. He glanced at his watch, if he hurried he'd be at
the farm in twenty minutes, he could hardly contain his excitement, it
had been such a long time since he'd felt like this.
Diana was in a grumbling mood, she had nothing to hold her interest and
felt depressed. She had become snappy and impatient with all the stupid
ignorant young shop girls she came across and she was just plane rude to
the few tradesmen who she had inevitably had to employ. Today she felt
grumpier than ever and was testily trying to read a book when the phone
rang.
She answered it in a loud arrogant annoyed, "Yes."
Elwyn's voice immediately lifted her mood and his quick conversation soon
had her beginning to buzz with excitement. It had been so long since
she'd been able to practice her own perversions, it seemed like a long
forgotten fantasy, but now this brought everything back and within
seconds of hearing Elwyn speak her eyes were gleaming brightly.
Questioning him on each part of his news she felt an almost forgotten
inner arousal growing as she was carried away on the wave of his
enthusiasm.
Alfred arrived first, carrying his bulging doctors bag into the house
with him. Elwyn greeted him with a wide smile embracing him after he
had put his bag down, the two kissing in a gentle show of male
affection. Then after their exchanged words of being too long apart,
Alfred couldn't contain his curiosity anymore and began with a barrage of
questions. Elwyn gave a smile, telling him he'd have to wait until Diana
had arrived then he'd answer both their questions and the two men went
into the kitchen where Elwyn began to make tea.
They didn't have to wait long before her black mini pulled into the farm
yard parking beside Elwyn's tractor and even now as she emerged from it,
a plump, mature woman yet looking the picture of dominance, a sadistic
arrogant character. She strode across to the front door of the farmhouse
and entered without a pause, calling Elwyn's name loudly as she made her
way down the big hall into the kitchen.
The greeting between the three was not one of friendly joy, but more of
challenging excitement fuelled by suspense and they all sat, the tea
almost untouched as they heard Elwyn's step by step tale of the kidnap
and rape of his sissy captive. Each part seemed to excite and thrill them
more and more until with gleaming eyes they couldn't wait any longer,
demanding to see the captive for themselves.
Elwyn smiled at them. "Patience," he grunted. "First I want to tell you
my ideas wot I'd like to do wiv her and I want to know wot you think,
then you can see her."
Containing themselves they began discussing the situation, their thoughts
becoming more and more wild and fantastic in the slow realisation that
this wasn't just a weekend thrill where the subject had to be agreeable
and returned to their home unharmed by Monday morning. Oh no in this case
this would be against his will and this was forever, no come backs, no
lines to draw.
It was there that their imaginations began to grow, that thought which
suddenly made them think, the realisation that this could be the
achievement of their wildest fantasies. They each brought their own
expertise, each adapted to their own perversion, each excited by the
prospects of their own particular fantasies. The discussion lasted over a
half an hour, until they agreed a starting point, then smiling hungrily
Elwyn stood, finally ready to lead them up the stairs to the top floor.
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