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After a torrid few hours of sexual madness Richie finally dropped off to
sleep in his exhaustion, sleep a blissful escape from the ongoing and
deepening terror of his imprisonment. When he awoke again it was quite
early in the morning, his wakening moments punctured with that
reawakening sexual demand of his body. Forcing himself not to succumb
and touch his hungry erogenous body he sat up in bed trying to focus his
mind, his breasts seemed bigger still today, heavily bouncing as he
moved, his nipples screaming for his touch. He moved his hands to slide
over them then stopped himself just in time, this was no good, he
mustn't, couldn't, he just had to get out of that place, he had to get
out of there today. He knew he was on the edge of losing his mind and if
he didn't escape this day he would be trapped there perhaps for ever at
the mercy of these evil people.
Fighting his senses and desires he forced himself to shower, a plan
firming in his mind, if he could get out of that house, he could run up
the path through the woods to his van. He had put his male clothes in a
bag in the passenger seat well when he had changed. God it seemed like
ages ago. He would change then praying the van would start, it should,
he would drive up out of that old camp onto the country lane, then he
would race up over the mountain road and head for his home. There he
would go to the police. He stopped himself, thinking hard, the trouble
was he would have to admit trespassing on the old man's farm and even
worse admit that he had dressed up in female clothes as he had sat in
his van eating his sandwiches, it would all come out that he was a
closet crossdresser and they would never believe a word of it. So
perhaps no police. He would have to see the doctor to do something about
these breasts, these dam, ever growing, heavy, demanding, terrible,
terrible, unhideable, life changing, embarrassing, wonderful sexy
breasts. Oh god it was a nightmare.
He went through all these things in his mind as he washed then dressed.
New underwear had been laid out for him, the white satin silky thong
making him feel totally vulnerable as he put it on, the lace balcony
bra, scarcely holding his breasts, effectively presenting his swollen
needy nipples over its top lacy hem. The suspender was wide, much wider
than before, more like a corset than a suspender belt. He had to heave
hard at the white satin elastic material as he struggled to fasten the
double row of clips at the back. Knowing that he was expected to dress
in it or suffer the consequences, perhaps another spanking from Elwyn,
stupidly his penis, somehow shrunken and small in his thong, tingled
madly at the thought. What were they doing to him, what was the matter
with him? The white sheer stockings clipped tightly to the six dangling
metal suspenders he had led beneath his thong, encasing his legs in a
body clinging bondage that made him quiver in a building sexual tension.
The stiff white lace petticoat only enhanced the whole appearance as it
encircled his waist, the stocking tops and suspenders clearly visible
beneath it, every small movement revealing the curving cheeks of his
near naked bottom. Finally pulling on the stupidly obvious French maids
dress, without even looking in the mirror, the sissification and blatant
sexualisation was clear.
Struggling mentally not to let himself get carried away by the whole
thing, he sat on the stool in front of the mirror. In his plan he
believed that if he made his face up as best as he could, then perhaps
the disgusting old man wouldn't make him suck his ever stiff cock that
morning. Taking a deep breath he made his face up applying the
foundation, weirdly putting on the deep blue eye shadow, before
carefully doing his eyelashes with thick black mascara and painting his
slightly bruised seemingly swollen lips with the bright red shiny
clinging lipstick.
He had not long finished, hardly daring to look at himself in the mirror
when he heard the dreaded footsteps approaching along the landing. He
stood up facing the door, his hands together just below his waist and
waited. Elwyn unlocked the door and swung it open, for a second he was
taken back seeing his sissy all dressed in this most sexy of outfits, he
had actually put on makeup and was ready for him.
"Hmm," he grunted not willing to show his pleasure too much, even though
the sight made his cock stiffen in his canvas trousers.
"Wait."
He disappeared from Richie's view for a minute leaving him feeling
nervous yet tensing wondering if he could run now. Elwyn was back
quickly though, in his hands a pair of shoes, he held them out to
Richie.
"Put em on," he grunted.
Richie took the shoes, they were black, a shiny patent, the heels were
stupidly high and thin and there appeared to be two long straps dangling
from the upper part. Richie sat on the stool, he couldn't stand to put
shoes like these on, then he obediently, following his plan of avoiding
confrontation with the old man, slid his feet into them. They fitted
perfectly except for the awkward angle of his feet and those stupid
towering heels.
"Foot up." The old man held out his hand and Richie nervously lifted his
left foot up to the old man's hand. Elwyn took the straps and buckled
them around Richie's ankle before taking a small padlock from his pocket
and fitting it onto the buckle, effectively locking it in place. Richie
gave a small gasp of realisation as he did so, too late to withdraw his
foot from the bondage.
"Other one," Elwyn grunted, looking at Richie as if daring him to argue.
Trembling, Richie lifted his other foot to the old man's hand and half
whimpered as Elwyn locked that in place too.
"There now git down stairs and git my breakfast sissy."
Richie stood wobbling on the heels and cautiously tottered out of the
door ahead of the old man who was eyeing every curve of his sissy's
body, his hand rubbing his cock through his grubby brown trousers. "Oh
fuck yea," He thought, he couldn't wait to take Richie over the kitchen
table again.
In the kitchen Richie focussed on making the evil old man's breakfast,
in reality he liked cooking and was quite good at it and right now it
gave him a focus to take his mind off his madly demanding body, his
clothing, those dam crippling shoes and even worse the disgusting old
man.
The old man ate with gusto, he knew he had a full day today, with luck
he would balance his work on the farm and his fun with his sissy.
Hurriedly finishing his food, with only half his tea drunk he turned and
grunted at Richie.
"Git over here sissy, over the table."
Richie tried his best to turn and run, head for the stairs, but the
shoes made him totter in a slow motion movement that made the old man so
much quicker.
"Come ere bitch, git over the table wen I says, you gota learn to
satisfy yor Master wen I wants girl."
He roughly bent the wriggling, fighting Richie over the kitchen table,
gripping him tightly with one strong hand behind his neck, his hips
forcing him hard against the table as he pulled his already stiff cock
out of his brown canvas trousers. Richie began pleading.
"Please, please."
"Or do ya want a dam good spankin first girl?" Elwyn spat in his ear.
Richie's little penis was suddenly tingling, leaving him feeling weak,
the words a trigger, Elwyn pulled his thong to one side, the hot head of
his stiff cock already wet with precum from his building excitement as
he had watched his sexy sissy.
"I needs cock breakfast lunch tea an supper sissy, so ya better git used
to givin it to me."
With a thrust and holding Richie's hips tightly, he entered him. Richie
squeaked in pain but Elwyn's hands were already sliding around him, up,
up, following the curves of his trembling breasts, pulling the
elasticated neckline of his dress down, revealing, freeing his buzzing
begging nipples. Elwyn's fingers enclosed around them, squeeze, grip
pull, squeeze grip pull, he knew the milking motion of his fingers would
drive his sissy wild and it was.
Elwyn glanced over at the kitchen clock and half sighed, bloody time. He
increased his speed thrusting into the whimpering moaning sissy, until
in a sudden buttock tightening thrust he came deep inside him. He held
him there for a few minutes, Richie still wriggling against him as his
fingers still gripped his sissy's madly wanton nipples.
Sated for now he wiped himself on a kitchen cloth and tucked his snake
back into his trousers.
"Git yoself cleaned up, then clean the place up, make me soup for my
lunch, I'll be back by twelve an I wanna see you looking specially
pretty for me, we got unfinished business hant we girl? Now I got work
to do, don't fuck about you better behave or else."
Elwyn went out to the hallway, to the back door, taking the big iron key
with him as he went out, locking it behind him.
Richie, his body buzzing and aflame from the assault, mindlessly
followed the old man's instructions, it took him more than an hour
before he stopped himself, his head clearing a little as he drank the
coffee he had found in the cupboard. Looking out of the small dirty
window panes in the kitchen he couldn't see any sign of the old man, he
tried the window, it was painted shut, it had probably not been opened
for years. Slowly he made his way round all the ground floor windows but
they were all the same, the windows were old fashioned with panes that
were about nine inches square, so even if he broke one he couldn't
squeeze out of one. He checked the back door but Elwyn had indeed locked
it, exploring he went through another door finding a corridor to what
must have once been the front of the house. The door there looked stout
with rusting bolts and hinges. He tried wriggling the bolts open but
they were so rusty, on the floor was an old iron used as a doorstop. He
used it as a hammer and slowly tapped the bolts back. Grabbing the door
knob he turned it and heaved, but there was no movement. He was almost
in tears, it was nearly eleven already, he couldn't stand the old man
taking him like that again, he couldn't it was terrible, horrible and it
just seemed to make him loose his head, he was as terrified about what
it was doing to his mind as what it did to his body.
He leaned against the wall sobbing in frustration, when he noticed an
old key hanging beside the hall stand. His heart was pounding as he
picked it up and quivering he tried it in the lock on the old door, it
fitted. Whimpering aloud now, he struggled to turn it, wiggling it back
and fore in an attempt to free it, until with a grinding squeaking sound
it finally turned. Richie grabbed the knob again and turning it he
heaved as hard as he could. The door creaked, then opened an inch.
Richie's fingers slid around the edge of the door and he pulled as hard
as he could. He knew he was weak, his muscles seemed to have shrunk and
his body weight half of what it was, but he persisted. Slowly he managed
to open the door almost a foot on its screaming rusty hinges. Richie
wriggled into the gap, wriggling and squeezing until all at once he was
through, outside, in the sun shine, free.
Tottering along as quickly as he could in the heels he made his way to
the side of the house and peeped round, no one was in sight, he knew he
would have to cross the farm yard to get to the pathway through the
wood, the path the old man had dragged him down on that fateful day.
Looking and listening carefully he took a deep breath, it was now or
never. He went as fast as he could, those terrible towering heels
forcing him to wiggle his bum in mincing footsteps as he tried to
balance in them. Gratefully he gained the relative security of the path
into the woods and slowly, hindered by the heels, yet also terrified of
meeting the old man, he made his way up through the woods. In his mind
he was telling himself, he would soon be there, not far to go. He had
changed his plan a little, now he thought he would just jump in the van
and drive, he would find somewhere to change later.
He was two thirds of the way up the path when he heard an engine, it was
the tractor, through the trees he could see it approaching along the
lane over the hedge from the woods. He hid behind a large tree, his body
trembling all over, a whimper escaping his shiny red lips, please oh god
please no.
The tractor drove on past, Elwyn oblivious to his sissy hiding in the
woods so close to him. Richie waited until the tractor had disappeared
then trying to calm himself he hurried on to the clearing at the top, to
his van, his van? Where was his van, he was sure that this was where he
had left it, he came right out into the clearing looking around, his
heart pounding, close to tears. Suddenly he noticed a track leading off
from the far side of the clearing, it seemed obvious something had
travelled along it fairly recently. Carefully he followed it along,
around a bend over a slight hill until he came to an open area which
seemed like a cliff, he was puzzled, perhaps the van wasn't here after
all, he was beginning to feel very emotional and upset. He walked to the
edge of the cliff, he didn't really know why, it was a stupid place to
search and then glancing over the edge he saw it. It took him a few
minutes to realise what the burnt out wreck was, then it hit him and he
nearly fell over the edge himself in the horror that almost made him
faint.
The sound of the tractor's engine brought him to his senses, he had been
in a daze since he had seen the wreck of the van, feeling all was lost.
Hurrying, his heels sticking in the soft soil he made his way through a
gap in the hedge, there was a small field and across it over another
hedge he spied some roofs. Perhaps there was a small village, some
cottages, a phone he could use. He went on as fast as he could, the
sound of the tractor drawing ever nearer, he headed for a broken gate
and stepping over it he suddenly realised that he was in the deserted
old camp. Looking about him he saw the buildings windowless like blind
men staring at him, doors off grinning mirthlessly at him, overgrowth
everywhere. He looked into one, the roof had half collapsed, a cold wind
blew lifting his dress caressing his near naked bottom making him quiver
even more. The tractor sounded really close now, the terror was building
more and more inside him and almost unknowingly he found himself
whimpering loudly, begging inside his head to escape. Near the top end
of the row of buildings, one looked a little more sound than the others,
at least there was a door on it. Opening it he squeezed inside and
closed it behind him, was there somewhere to hide in here, please god
there was. It was a basic building with a couple of rooms and a stairs
tucked away in the corner of one. Richie made his way over to it and
carefully climbed up the rotten rickety structure to a storage attic, at
least his loss of weight helped him to avoid breaking the old steps. In
the gloom he could just about see that the attic seemed to contain a few
old cupboards and desks and tiptoeing to the far corner he hid behind
one. There seemed to be a little light coming through the roof here and
going up close he spied through to look down at the roadway in front.
Elwyn had stopped the tractor halfway along, with him was a large black
dog, the sight of which chilled Richie to the bone, he was afraid of
dogs at the best of times and the sight of this one heightened his
terror, weren't they trained to hunt? Omg.
Elwyn and the dog slowly worked their way along going from building to
building, Elwyn regularly calling.
"Where are you sissy? You know you can't escape me you naughty girl."
And then talking to the dog and whistling after it.
Richie cowered in the corner behind the cupboard, praying they wouldn't
find him, praying they'd give up. After a few minutes things seemed to
become quieter and Richie looked out of the little peephole again, Elwyn
and the dog had worked their way right down to the bottom of the camp,
closer to where the clearing was that Richie had originally parked his
van. Now was probably his last chance, tiptoeing to stop the heels from
noisily clicking, he made his way back down stairs to a door he had seen
at the back. He tugged it and it almost fell off in his hands with a
loud crash, he could have screamed, but he just ran as fast as the heels
allowed him. Up the hill he went, the gate and wire had closed the
opening to the road, but a small gap at the side was still there. He
heard a shout as he got there, but he didn't stop, suddenly he was out
in the lane. Which way, which way? He whimpered to himself, the farm was
down the hill, but it was the way back towards the nearest village, up
the hill was just wilderness as far as he was aware. He opted for down
hill, he knew he wouldn't be able to run far in the heels and anyway he
felt exhausted already. Sobbing as he wiggled along, his little dress
flicking over his bum with every step, his breasts bouncing heavily in
the bra which barely contained them, his nipples rubbing on the material
driving him to distraction as he went.
Suddenly in the far distance he heard an engine, a car, it was coming
down the hill, he knew it wasn't the tractor, knew it wasn't Elwyn, it
must be someone on holiday perhaps exploring thank god thank god. The
car came around the corner slowing down as it saw him, he stopped,
flushed in embarrassment at the way he appeared, yet forcing himself on,
he waved frantically at it.
"Stop, stop, help, help me," he shouted his voice small, breaking in
emotion.
The car passed him, he was unable to see the lone driver, the windows
appeared tinted. Richie shouted again, his voice breaking in distress.
"Help, help me, please."
The car finally came to a stop a hundred feet in front of him and the
back door swung partially open. Richie trotted as quickly as he could,
wiggling like a slut in those awful heels, hurry, hurry, quickly,
quickly, the heels hobbling him as a prisoners chains until he finally
reached the car. He opened the door fully and threw himself in, a tangle
of arms and legs, satin and lace, bare skin and boobs, slamming the door
behind him.
"Thank you, thank you," he gasped in quivering fear, peering out of the
rear window expecting Elwyn to appear any minute.
"Well you have been a naughty little sissy haven't you? Your Master is
very very cross with you, you know you're going to be punished for this
don't you?"
Richie froze as he heard Alfred's voice, his blood turning to ice
"Nooooooo ohh god please noooo."
Turning, as the car started to move, Richie reached back grabbing the
door handle again, he had to get out of there quick. He pulled it moving
to jump as it opened, but nothing happened. He bumped his shoulder
against it as he frantically tugged on the handle, a little whimper
escaping his lips as he did so.
"Don't worry sissy, child locks, after all we don't want you falling out
and hurting yourself do we?" he laughed.
Richie resorted to begging and pleading for his release, but unknown to
him his every word only served to fuel Alfred's excitement, he couldn't
wait for the punishment.
It didn't take long before they drove into the farm yard and there was
Elwyn, hands on hips, looking pleased. Alfred stopped the car and got
out.
"Well done darling let's get her inside and quick about it." He smiled
at Alfred then turned on his heel into the farm house.
Alfred pulled the quivering tearful Richie out of the back of the car
and dragged him back into the house, the house he hoped that he would
never see again. He pushed him in front of him into the kitchen, there
Elwyn was already sitting in the kitchen chair central to the room.
"Git over my knee you bad girl."
Alfred pushed him forward and Richie, tottering to prevent himself from
tripping, was unable to stop himself from landing in front of the old
farmer. Elwyn grabbed his wrists and had him across his knees in
seconds, his dress rucked up around his hips. Elwyn held him there a
second in the familiar position, one hand on his near naked bum, the
other slipped into his thong over his soft but tingling penis.
"You're a very naughty sissy and you are going to be punished for this,
but first you need to be spanked don't you?" Elwyn was stroking Richie's
little penis as he spoke, making Richie quiver as he lay there across
his knees.
"You've been very naughty haven't you sissy? Haven't you, eh?" Richie
was whimpering as Elwyn teased him, while Alfred watched hawkishly
licking his lips.
"You've been a very naughty girl haven't you?" Elwyn went on with his
teasing driving Richie crazy
"Ys," he eventually whimpered.
"And you deserve a spanking don't ya girl?" Elwyn's tone was soft, his
hand sliding over and around Richie's bare cheeks as he teased his
penis.
"Yss," Richie mumbled, his little penis throbbing
Elwyn began slowly, the spanking interspersed with teasing of Richie's
penis until he was on the edge of cumming and begging for release.
"Which hand do I stop sissy, your little clit or your soft bottom, which
sissy which?" Elwyn continued mixing his words and repeating them over
and over again until he had his sissy confused and ready to accept
anything
"Clit, clit," said the quivering sissy, he was so highly aroused,
thinking that Elwyn would continue bringing him to his desperate climax.
The ensuing spanking had him on edge wriggling, sobbing and begging
ready to do anything to stop it all.
"Right sissy, now strip." Elwyn pushed him off his knees. "Come on sissy
get em off strip naked."
Still sobbing Richie slowly did as he was told, he felt so humiliated,
but scared too, what was going to happen to him. Elwyn hurried him up
and Alfred watched silently, licking his lips as Richie slowly took all
the sexy clothing off. When he was almost naked Elwyn ordered him to
lift his feet up one at a time to unlock his heels and so that he could
remove his stockings too. Eventually he stood there naked before them,
his breasts bouncing, his nipples erect, his body smooth and hairless
whilst his penis looked tiny at his pubis.
"Come on Alfred, let's show her, her new home." Between them they herded
Richie out of the house, across the farmyard to a large barn like
building. He walked painfully avoiding the little stones under his bare
feet, the wind cool against his naked skin. The barn in the main was a
place that Elwyn kept his cattle in the winter, but towards the back
there was an almost hidden building within the building. Elwyn unlocked
the door and they pushed Richie inside, he expected a dungeon but it was
confusing and he didn't really understand he just sensed that something
awful was going to happen.
Elwyn picked up a wide pink leather collar and as Alfred grabbed
Richie's arms behind him he fastened it around his neck. At the front of
the collar was a little bell and it tinkled as Elwyn fastened it.
"Pass her leash love," Elwyn said to Alfred and in seconds Elwyn was
fastening a thick rope leash onto the collar.
"Hands sissy," he spat.
Alfred poked him from behind and Richie whimpering reluctantly,
eventually held his hands out to him. Alfred passed Elwyn two, what
looked a little like large mittens, he made Richie slide his hands into
them.
"Make a fist bitch."
Richie, trembling fearfully, did as he was told and the gloves slid up
over his wrists and were buckled above them, the curious gloves fastened
on securely. Richie saw that they were leather with what seemed like a
wooden block making a flat solid bottom to them.
"Sit down on the floor bitch."
Richie overbalanced as pushed him until he was sitting with a bump and
realising that the floor seemed to be made of a solid rubber covering.
Both men then grabbed his legs, fitting similarly coloured black and
white bootees on his feet and again buckling them this time around his
ankles.
Before he could move or try to get back up, both men held him down and
continued by fastening a wide black and white corset around his body,
lacing it tightly about him. From the corset dangled four leashes, two
at the top, just beneath his breasts and two at the bottom, they secured
the top ones to rings on the bootees at his ankles and the bottom ones
to rings on his mittens by his wrists. Leaving him there Alfred began to
go through some other things on a wide laboratory bench along the wall,
whilst Elwyn began to adjust a set of support bars set on a raised
platform in the corner. Richie sat, then went to stand up eyeing the
open door, only to find he could no longer stand up, the leashes
effectively forcing him to stay on his hands and knees.
"I think our little milk cow is getting the picture love." Alfred was
smiling,.
"She soon will darling, she soon will." Elwyn seemed highly excited.
Richie began to beg, promising to be good, pleading as he quivered in
fearful suspicion.
"I've had enough of her whimpering love, lets get her muzzle on her
shall we?" Alfred lifted a open lipped gag from the bench and Elwyn
smiled in enthusiasm. The lips fitted over and in Richie's mouth forcing
his mouth open for access, but stopping his speech. They both worked on
fitting it to him, one holding his head as the other fixed it in place.
"I think she needs milking now don't you darling?" Elwyn gave an
experimental tug on Richie's leash, then between them they dragged him
over forcing him to climb onto the platform on which the support bars
were placed. Before Richie knew it he was helpless, his arms tied to the
front bars, his legs to the rear ones, he struggled and wriggled, but he
was totally helpless and it was then he saw the milking machine and
Elwyn's ecstatic face. Richie gurgled and whimpered through the gag,
dribbling insanely as he tried to speak. The machine suddenly started
making lots of sucking clinking noises and Elwyn approached him with two
clear plastic rubber lined cups in his hands, tubes connecting them to
the machine.
"Milking time little cow." He was smiling an evil excited smile, he
brought the cups closer and closer to Richie's breasts then reaching
beneath him he began to stroke his nipples. Terrified as he was, yet
still they grew unstoppably full and erect in an excitement he was
unable to quell, driven by the drugs Alfred had been injecting into him
against his will.
Suddenly the cups were over his nipples, and suddenly his nipples were
being sucked down into them. His nipples were being gripped by the
insatiable vacuum as it pulled them further and further inside the evil
cups manipulating and elongating them into the chamber. Trapping them
there in its inescapable grip the rhythm started and it began to pull
and suck his throbbing nipples over and over in a slow maddening
unstopping milking. All too soon he was moaning wriggling, giving in to
the erotic ecstasy it was demanding.
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