A sissy called Jezebel Part XXVIII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XXVI- Jezebel is sissynapped, a fairly
common and often light hearted tradition in the Matriarchy, but this
'napping' takes a serious turn.
My wrists are tied behind my back and I am led away. I am picked up
and go over someone's shoulder, as I am taken down steps to the parking
lot. I grunt with each step. Of course I don't resist, sissy-napping
is pretty common. It is the moral equivalent of driving ten miles over
the speed limit. I've been napped a dozen times. Some sissy-nappings
are quite elaborate, but most of the time, it's just getting nabbed by
the womyn's lacrosse team or the wrestling team, and being dragged
under the bleachers, for some rough house and some oral sex. Since
sissies are slaves it is treated as a property crime, just like
'borrowing' a neighbor's hedge trimmer, and promptly returning it,
perhaps not 'unused', but undamaged. Certainly the consent of the
'property' aka the sissy, is a meaningless concept, so it is considered
by the police to be a victimless crime, so long as the sissy-napped
sissy, is returned relatively undamaged (say something that would keep
the sissy from doing hir chores, like a broken bone) and in a
reasonable timeframe.
It usually ends in sexy/bondage play time, but not always. Rival
schools are constantly sissy-napping the other school's cheerleaders
before the 'big game.' Usually for a paddling of said abductee at a
pep rally, or running the gurl naked, literally, up a flagpole, or
painting hir in the rivals teams colors with 'you suck' written across
hir forehead (a classic.) Last year's game with Sackler got so out of
control, both sides ran out of cheerleaders to 'nap' and even I got
'napped' in a retaliatory 'napping' since I am the majorette, (or
merely available. At the point the 'nappings' were coming fast and
furious.) The administrations of both schools shut things down, after
videos were posted threatening to shave the heads of the opposing
school's head cheerleader. Daisy, head cheerleader and full time 'mean
gurl' was returned to fair Templeton, unshorn. It would have been a
crime to shave that gurl's gorgeous, fabulous blonde hair, also that
stunt would have been taking things 'too far.' Parents would have gone
ballistic. I was returned as part of the 'hostage exchange', actually
untouched, except for the words 'loser' written across my forehead. (I
mean I was felt up a bunch of times, but I kept my hair.)
I enjoy being napped, I mean, most of the time. The complete loss of
control, the restraints, the sex. I'm into it. Sure there's always
that feeling you might end up dismembered and your corpse left in a
trash dumpster somewhere, but 99 out of a 100 times, the kidnappers are
womyn you already know. In fact sissy-napping is considered by the
authorities to be a societal 'release valve' that tends to 'tap down'
on that kind of aberrant behavior, which is why the Matriarchy has such
a low homicide/violent crime rate. Hey, if completely dominating a
sissy for a few hours 'rocks your boat', just go for it. No harm, no
foul. It almost always ends up being men, 'invading' our special
femdomme 'world' that ends up being responsible for the 'psycho
killing' of any sissy that goes missing. (Womyn just seem to go off
the 'deep end' less.)
After the steps are navigated, I am put down and guided into a car.
Val, I mean it's Val's voice, says something that I find disturbing,
"we've got the McCarthur." Not "we got hir", or even "we got the
fairy", the word choice is something that sounds .....menacing, or
almost political. My arms are tied behind the car seat. I hear
another voice, not Val's. "I hacked the bitch's video camera when you
were on the terrace. It's completely jammed sergeants-major. It will
just feed back to your prior dancing and show the bitch as still at the
dance."
"Excellent Corporal."
The car starts and I can feel us leaving the country club. So they are
using each other's rank, this is clearly a Pioneer thing. I'm
concerned, but not completely terrified. I think they intend to do
something humiliating to me, in order to discredit or embarrass my
family, but a whole ballroom of potential witnesses saw Val and I leave
together and not come back. I may get slapped around some, but Val
knows she's suspect 'numero uno' if I get really hurt. Just as I get
'comfortable' with the scenario that I am just a helpless 'pawn' in a
power trip involving the militia, something else happens that just
blows my mind away.
The car pulls over. "Corporal, get in the van if you please and tell
(Val must have mouthed the name so I couldn't hear it), to come
over for the inspection of the prize." The Corporal departs and
someone else enters the car, and speaks, "very good hunting, Sergeant
Major."
'I know that voice. Dang it, I recently heard that voice. OMG! It's
Beth! Freakin Beth. I try not to gasp, or react in any way. Am I
breathing rapidly? Stay cool, don't give a 'tell,' I think to myself.
'But the whole night, the entire stinking night, it was a set up! The
turn down for the date was intentional, I mean part of the plan. Beth
couldn't sissy nap me without any accountability, my mother could have
called it off with a phone call to Mistress Johnson, 'where the hell is
my spawn?', I could see my mother screaming. It certainly confirmed
that I was going to the dance, and already dressed for said dance, and
therefore likely going 'hind', since I would probably not going to have
a last minute date, and that would make me 'available' for Val. Val,
who is very attractive, I mean she might be warped, but Val's hot, and
even though a sissy isn't supposed to turn down any offer to dance,
Val's certainly attractive 'bait' for this little 'fishy.' I probably
didn't look like I was 'available', if some other womyn at the dance
had taken an interest 'in cutting' with me, while sexy Val and I were
doing the cha cha.
This means that they really planned this out. Okay that's scary.
I think about the pictures of Beth partying it up, that I saw on
Irmy's phone. I was concentrating on Beth, my prospective date, but
what were the other kids doing, some of them were flashing signs, I
didn't look closely, Irmy's screen is just regular phone sized, and I
had only zoomed in on Beth, I presumed that they were just 'party on'
signs, but when I look back in my mind's eye, those could have been
militia signs. Yep. I am now pretty sure they were.
"Okay McC-trash, we are going to untie you and let you out of the car.
So you can strip. Totally naked. Nod if you understand."
I nod.
"Don't try to take your hood off, or we're going to beat the shit out
of you, understand McC-trash."
I nod. I hate the insult. I am proud of family, but there's nothing
I can do about this situation.
"Don't try to run, or scream, same result."
I nod.
'If you don't strip, we'll just cut off your clothes, right. You don't
want your pretty dress ruined."
I nod.
"So you'll be a good gurl?"
I nod.
My hands are untied, and the car door is opened. As I get out of the
car, I hear a van door slide open and a number of people walking
towards me. Of course I strip. As I undress, I hear wolf whistles,
and 'take it off' from my 'audience.' It sounds like there are a
'pack' of them. I take off my dress, and put it on the car seat.
After that I take off my bra, my waist cincher, and my garter belt and
stockings. I strip off my panties, and stand, still hooded, in the
cold. My hands are tied, tightly behind my back with rope. The wind
whistles by, and I shiver. The insults fly at me. "Rich bitch."
"McC-trash." "McC-slut." And so forth. They continue to scream, at
me, just inches from my face. They shove me. They have formed a
circle around me and push me from person to person. They continue to
scream insults at me. At random, they 'miss' catching me, so I fall to
the ground. I fall 'hard' of course, because my hands are tied. I
scream as I fall, which causes them to laugh. When I am on the ground,
they all scream at me, to get up or they will start kicking me. I can
stand up just using my legs, it's not easy, but I get myself back up,
and the whole 'circle of abuse' starts again. I am crying, of course.
"Look at the stupid sissy crying."
"You want your mommy."
Those insults fall flat, they must be used to insulting recruits,
calling a womyn a sissy is a horrible slur, but I am a sissy, so of
course I am crying, and of course I want my mommy.
They go back to insulting my family. Then they stop pushing me, and
letting me fall. Instead, I get slapped in the face. Of course I
didn't see it coming. I stagger but I don't fall. "Stand up straight,
I am going to slap you harder." I stand. Nothing happens. Then,
after what feels like an eternity, the slap strikes. The whole squad
or platoon or what you call this group howl in laughter.
I hear another car approaching. It stops. I can hear the entire troop
come to attention. I hear from the direction of the car several people
approaching, and then, "at ease." I hear the troop move as one in
response to the command.
"Aha, very good, very good, and we are sure it is a McCarthur?"
'Affirmative , Patrol Commander."
"You, fairy, you are a McCarthur?"
I nod.
"You, lift the hood over its mouth, but leave its eyes covered."
"Yes, Madam." My hood is raised. I breathe in the fresh air. Oh it
feels so good.
"You, sissy, stick out your tongue."
I stick out my signature forked tongue.
"Very nice. Very nice indeed."
"Are you branded? Where?"
I nod, I speak, I am afraid to, but it was a direct question. "My ass,
mistress."
I am immediately spun around and bent over. The platoon commander
caresses my brand with her fingers, and then pats it. "McCarthur,
clear as day. Very good job, the colonel will be pleased. Sissy-
bitch, submit!"
I fall to my knees, the platoon commander's leather gloved fingers are
jammed into my mouth. I fellate like I have been trained to so, my
entire life. Never had an act that is supposed to cause me so much
comfort instead makes me feel so dirty, so disgusted. "You see how the
male is weak, so inferior. Soon we will crush them, eliminate them all
as a threat."
'The number of diehard militia womyn is in the tens of thousands, no
one knows the exact number. How are they going to take on three and a
half billion men? There were probably seven thousand more males born
this hour, worldwide,' I think to myself, but I find still the
statement chilling and the hatred behind it, even more disturbing..
"Let's get some pictures then. Pioneers put on masks and take off
identifying citations." My hood is pulled off. Oh my goddess there's
like twenty maybe almost thirty of them here. A blindfold is wrapped
around my eyes, so I remain blinded, but you can tell it's me. They
take hundreds of shots. Of me, up close, and then with me surrounding
me, and then with them placing their boot on my neck as I lay on the
grass. They want to make it clear that they are in control. I am pushed
to my knees again. I feel something hard and metal being pushed against
my forehead. 'Oh fuck, it's a gun barrel.' More photos are taken. The
gun barrel moves, it's pushed to my lips. "Suck it McC-trash, or we'll
use it." I hear a 'click'. 'Oh shit, that's the safety.' I start to
suck on the barrel of the gun. I hear laughter. "Make love to that
Ar-15 Bitch!" My head bobs up and down on the barrel. More photos are
taken. I am pushed to the ground, my hips are pulled up, so I am bent
over. I feel a gun barrel poking my ass. More laughter, more insults,
more photos. Finally, I pushed to the ground I feel several gun
barrels placed against my body. Including to the back of my head. More
posing and photos are taken. I can barely breath, I am so scared. 'No
one takes a million photos, and then shoots a person in front of a
crowd of thirty,' I think to myself. 'If that was going to happen, I'd
be dead already.'
"So you three, you spearheaded this project, as your well earned
reward, have some fun with it, and leave it somewhere nearby. Here,
you can have the keys." I hear jangling keys. The hood goes back on,
and I am led away, back to a car. 'I know where there is going,' I
think to myself. 'At least I think I do.'
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