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WEDNESDAY:
I woke again and again all through the night.
I woke in pain…
I woke trying to catch my breath…
I woke as my penis throbbed again, some dream vanishing from thought as I pissed myself and shot come over my bound legs.
I moaned into my gag and fell asleep again. A fitful, unrestive sleep that just seemed to drag on and on…
And on…
I jerked awake again to hear the upper door opening. I looked about, totally lost and trying to remember where I was and what was happening. I recalled shortly that Christy- my sister- had kidnapped me and bound me to the support pole in the cellar, and that I was fine with that. I had encouraged it actually, little knowing what would happen. It was all a game to us- to both of us. At least it started out that way…
Christy stepped through the dividers and stood there looking hot as she looked me over. She was dressed in her long football jersey and sports sandals, her long brown hair in disarray about her shoulders as she considered me while eating a banana. She smiled and stepped forward, casually checking my bonds again-
"You okay?" she asked as she chewed about the banana, swallowing. I moaned into my gag but she ignored me, putting her foot on my thigh as she ate, looking down at me with mock concern-
"That doesn't look very comfortable," she remarked as she rubbed her sandaled foot over my leg. I moaned and squirmed at her touch. I needed water. She finished the banana and tossed the peel to the dirty cellar floor right beside me. "Long as you're okay, I'm gonna do a bit of cleaning upstairs. Mom'll be pissed if she comes home to a sty."
Christy smiled and turned, strolling away and back upstairs. I cried into my gag that I needed water and food. I had to take a piss again, and shit as well, but she ignored me shutting off the light and locking the door. I heard the vacuum start up not too long after…
I had no idea as to the time. I saw that the sun was already in the basement windows and it was starting to get warm so it had to be midmorning Tuesday I tried to recall. Mom had left on Sunday, so it had to be Tuesday now. Day two of my captivity, my kidnapping. I moaned, squirming in the dirt and tugging at my bonds again, uselessly.
The mud had dried under me but sometime during the night I had done Number Two and was now sitting in my own feces, my piss. I had had another wet dream as well, and my bound legs stretched out before me were sticky with my cum. I was dirty, filthy with sweat and starting to smell in the heat. This was nothing as I had imagined it would be-
I had imagined a constant state of excitement being bound and gagged for days on end but in truth it was boring as all hell- except for those times when my sister came downstairs for a visit. There was nothing to do really; count things, hum songs, watch the sun run its course. Occasionally there would be a fly or an ant, a cockroach to capture my attention for awhile. I saw the basement mice once or twice as they came out and nibbled on the decaying banana peel that Christy had dropped earlier. I hated mice though and caused enough ruckus to drive them back to their hole, at least for a little while.
I imagined that it was about noon when I heard the basement door unlock again and Christy came back downstairs. She flicked on the light and I could hear the sound of her thongs flopping on the steps, across the concrete beyond the dividers and finally over the packed dirt as she stepped into view. She was dressed in flare leg blue jeans now, the frayed hems almost hiding her pretty feet and thongs. She had on a tee shirt, her sandy hair tied back in a tail and her sunglasses perched atop her head. She had a bag slung over her shoulder, which she let fall to the floor as she approached me and checked my bonds again- as though anything had changed.
"I spoke to your mother," she said as I felt her picking at the knots binding me to the support column. I could feel the ropes loosening as she undid the weave of rope lashed about my body. "I told her that I had kidnapped you and had you tied up in the basement, but she didn't seem to care." Christy undid the leash wrapped about the pole and I almost fell forward with the limited freedom-
"Phew…" she said, wrinkling her nose and waving at the air. "God, you stink."
"Mmmn…" I said, moaning into my gag as I fell to my side in the dirt at her feet.
"Oh, God…" she said, realizing that I had pooped all over myself. She clucked her tongue then trotted away for a time, beyond the dividers while I stretched and flexed. I heard the water running in the sink. She came back with the full bucket and dumped it over me, cleansing the mess I had made. She set the bucket aside and squatted down beside me, running a soft hand over my bound form-
"You need to be punished for this," she said and I moaned into my gag, shaking my head 'no'.
"Yes…" she hissed, rolling me onto my stomach and grabbing the ropes that held my ankles together. She grunted, pulling my legs and folding them up and over until my heels were touching my hands. I felt her wrapping rope about my ankles again, lacing it through the tape that still held my wrists together, knotting and binding until I could barely move. She had hog-tied me, leaving me lying in the dirt with my face just a few inches from the mess I had made-
"Your mother doesn't seem to want to pay your ransom," she said as she started to pick at the tape surrounding my face. "Too bad for you, boy, because every time she says no, I figure I have to take out my frustrations on you." Christy started to unwrap the duct tape from my head and within a few painful seconds she had ripped it all away from my skin. I lay there in the dirt and mud, gasping for breath as she held a water bottle with a straw to my lips-
"Drink…" she said, and I did. After a bit she pulled it away and I strained after it, whining and begging as she pushed the stopper in and set it aside-
"You've had enough, boy. Time for a new gag-"
With that Christy produced a bit of wadded up cloth and told me to open my mouth. I was defiant- that's the way the game went, but she just grabbed my nose as I pressed my lips together and all too soon I was gasping for breath as she shoved the wadded material into my mouth. It did not take me too long to realize that the material was the scraps of my cut-up boxers still crusty with piss and cum. She poked them in deep, then started to wrap my face in duct tape again-
Within seconds I was thoroughly gagged again and Christy stood, dropping the roll of duct tape back into her bag. She stood there towering over me, her pretty pink painted toes just an inch from my face. I writhed and squirmed, testing my new bonds and she just giggled, knowing that I could not get free-
"I'm going to the Mall for awhile," she said matter of factly. I felt her foot on my back, pressing down. "Me and Glenda are going to do some shopping, hang out for awhile, maybe get something to eat. You be good while I'm gone, and maybe I'll bring you a treat," she laughed, rubbing the sole of her thong across my back. I moaned, writhing at her touch but all too soon she stepped off of me, scooped up her bag and walked towards the dividers. I stared after her helplessly, realizing that she was going to leave me alone in the house. She glanced back, smiling, biting her lip. I could see that she was excited to look at me hog-tied there in the dirt-
"Be good," she said with a wide grin, then stepped past the dividers, heading up the stairs. The light went out and I heard the locking bolt slide home. I was alone again…
***
The sun moved on, flashing through the tiny windows in the basement, beaming in on me as noon approached and passed me by. I watched with nothing better to do, squirming in my bondage, rolling about in the dirt and feces beneath me, testing my bonds. Christy knew her knots too well and I knew that there was no way that I would be getting free, but I had to try. That was the way the game worked.
I don't know just how much time passed, but after what seemed hours of struggling I was still as fully bound as when this had all started. I sighed, moaning into my stifling gag as I laid my head forward into the dirt, defeated again. Christy's hog-tie was far too good and secure for me to wiggle out of. Worse, after a time it started to hurt-
I looked up at some point, hearing footsteps on the bit of cement up outside the basement windows. I moaned into my gag as I saw the shadowy blue pants of the mailman walking past my prison. I screamed to hear the mail box slam open and closed, a second later seeing those legs pass by the window again. I screamed again, but he did not stop, whistling some happy tune as he went about his rounds oblivious to my captivity…
I planted my forehead in the dirt again listening as the mailman walked out of earshot. I had missed my chance, but I knew that he would be back tomorrow. I would be ready…
It was growing dark again when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I knew that it had to be Christy coming home from the Mall, but as I craned my neck, watching and listening I heard another female voice. I saw shadowy legs pass by the basement windows, four legs at least. I strained to listen as the front door to the house was unlocked and the voices and legs moved inside. I heard them walking about overhead for a time, but they finally settled down. I heard the TV and the stereo come on, muted sounds of music seeping through the floor. I writhed in my bonds, wanting to be free.
The music plated on for some time as I lay there face down in the dirt. I heard movement occasionally upstairs, feet thumping across the floor, the TV growing louder and softer as the night progressed. Christy was obviously entertaining someone, and I couldn't help but wonder who it might be. She was being really bold having a friend over with me bound and gagged and helpless down in the basement. I hoped to hell that she wouldn't invite whoever it was down to see me. I hoped it was not Steve…
I jerked awake to here the door unlatch overhead and the basement light click on. I craned my neck, but the dividers prevented me from seeing who was coming down the stairs- in turn blocking me from their sight. I lay there silently, holding my breath as I heard the soft footfalls padding down the old wooden steps-
"Where is it Christy?" I heard a female voice call out, a voice I recognized. I shuddered, putting my forehead to the dirt, trying to hide. It was Christy's friend, Glenda.
Christy and Glenda had been friends since grade school and I had known her as well almost as long. Glenda had grown into a Hippie type of girl, letting her long blonde hair go kinky and wild and always wearing baggy flared jeans with halter-tops and Birkenstocks. She was always willing to try something new it seemed, getting into trouble with the cops for her political beliefs and always espousing free sex types of views. I had had a big crush on her for the longest time, but she always scared me just a little too as I didn't think there was anything that would make her blink. I was wrong-
"Look on the table by the pegboard on the wall," I heard my sister call out. She was directing her friend in my direction, knowingly I imagine, probably hoping to embarrass me at least. I looked up to see Glenda pass through the dividers, strolling casually towards the pegboard. She looked gorgeous, trim and thin in her raggedy blue jeans and a sports bra with a peasant's shirt draped loosely over her shoulders. She had her well-worn Birkenstocks on her feet like I figured.
She did not even see me as she stepped up to the pegboard and picked up a roll of duct tape. I wondered briefly what they might want with that, but at that point Glenda turned, about to head back to the stairs. I heard her gasp and looked up to see her standing there staring at me, her pretty mouth open wide in an 'O', her arms slack at her sides. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling as she looked me over, not quite certain what to make of me, bound and gagged, hog-tied there in the dirt on the basement floor. Finally she stepped forward, tentatively, almost stumbling until she stood towering over me, her pretty toes wiggling right by my tape swathed face-
"Christy…" she called out weakly as she stared down at me. "Christy! Get down here! NOW!"
Glenda barely moved, seemed frozen as she raked her gaze up and down my body. She seemed fascinated now, the initial shock fading. I saw her lick her lips as I looked up and moaned into my gag for her to set me free, to help-
"Mmmmn…" I said and I saw her mouth twitch, almost a smile. Then we both flinched to hear Christy thumping down the stairs and across the cement, her thongs flopping loudly as she stepped through the dividers. Glenda turned and I craned my neck to see her standing near my feet, her hands on her hips again as she glanced down at me, then to her friend.
"I see you found my hostage," Christy said with a smirk, nudging my bare foot with the toe of her thong.
"Hostage?" Glenda asked incredulously, staring down at me again. "What… You did this to him?"
Christy nodded, "Mmmm-hmmn…"
"And you didn't tell me?"
My eyes went wide to hear that and I saw Glenda stare at me again almost voraciously. She licked her lips again, and I could see the slightest blush to her cheeks in the dim light but I could see her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath from excitement. Her hand slid across her crotch, pressing slightly and I knew she was getting hot, ready to burst.
I didn't understand at first, couldn't figure why she might expect Christy to tell her, but as she dropped to her knees in the dirt and stared even closer I realized. She was into it too. I could only imagine that while Christy was playing tie-up games with me that she must have been doing the same with her best friend. I had never known, never even suspected. All along I had thought Glenda was just really cute in a Hippie, retro kind of way, little knowing that she would probably have been more than willing to help make my dreams come true, had I simply asked.
"I thought maybe he had done it to himself at first," Glenda said, her smooth hand gliding over the ropes that were wrapped about my legs. "Or you guys got robbed. I should have known. How long?"
Christy was circling us now, like a great, sleek cat circling her prey. "I kidnapped him yesterday. I told his mother I wanted a ransom, but so far she doesn't want to pay up."
Glenda giggled, "Cute," she said, her hand resting on my ass. It was soft and cool. "He looks hot like this. I've pictured him all tied up y'know?"
"Not like this, I imagine," Christy snorted, placing her sandaled foot on the back of my head and forcing my face back into the dirt. I moaned as I fought her, failing of course, and I heard Glenda's coo of lust. "I know what you want."
Glenda smirked, her hand kneading my butt cheek now as Christy rubbed the gritty sole of her flip flop across my cheek. I saw Glenda trying not to blatantly smile, biting her lower lip as she glanced up hopefully at my sister.
"Could we?" she asked, and I saw Christy shrug lightly.
"I don't see why not. He's my captive after all, what's he gonna do? If his 'mommy' doesn't want him back, I figure we can have a little fun."
"Cool!" Glenda almost squealed, her delight apparent. I had no idea just what they were talking about, but I knew it could not be good for me. I moaned as my sister pressed on my face a little harder, then lifted her foot off and started back towards the stairs.
"Keep him company then," she said over her shoulder as she started back upstairs. "I'll be back in a minute. Take off the hog-tie if you want."
Glenda could barely contain her glee as her fingers started picking at the knots and rope that held my ankles locked to my wrists. I could feel her fingers flying, deftly undoing the cord with little trouble at all. Within seconds I felt her grab my legs and ease them back to the dirty floor as I moaned in relief. She rubbed my legs a bit, trying to get the circulation going again I imagined, little realizing that her touch was making me hard. Before I had a chance to enjoy the feeling however I felt her weight as she straddled my back.
She ran her fingers through my filthy hair, tousling it and pulling a bit, then drifted her touch down and about my face. She smoothed down the edges of the duct tape gag, scratching lightly with her long nails before cupping the palms of both hands over my gag. It was as though she was hand-gagging me in addition to the tape, and within seconds I realized that I could not draw a breath as her fingers pressed up against my nose, blocking my air. I squealed, starting to squirm and buck but she just laughed and pressed all the harder. I shook my head, but she had a good grip and I could not break her grasp-
"This is so hot," she whispered leaning closer. I felt her long hair tickling my back as I writhed under her weight. "I could kill you now," she hissed, actually pinching my nostrils closed. My sight started to gray and dim. "But where's the fun in that?"
She released my face and I sucked air through my nose as best I could as her hands started probing my body again. I felt her scoot back behind my butt and her fingers pried at my ass cheeks and I felt her fingernail scratching. "Still a virgin?" she asked with a giggle, slapping my ass as her hands quickly moved on. I felt her fingers at my ribs-
"Ticklish?" Glenda started lightly scratching along my sides, her nails digging into my ribs as she started to tickle. I squirmed at first, but the giggles quickly came, turning into loud hissing laughs as I fought for breath. She was relentless and without mercy as tears started to flow from my eyes and my nose clogged with snot. I was bucking under her as I tried to gasp breath, but she kept on without let up-
"Glenda!"
I felt my tormentress actually jump at my sister's voice and thankfully she abruptly stopped her tickle torture. She was sweating, I could smell her now, and breathing as hard as I was, but she did not climb off of my back.
"Easy, Glen," my sister said as she strolled up beside us and dropped her carryall bag on the dirt beside us. "Don't kill him, for god's sake. Mommy won't pay for a corpse." Both girls chuckled as Glenda finally climbed off of me. I was still heaving as I lay helpless at their feet, sweating bullets and trying to get comfortable on top of my enraged penis.
"C'mon," Christy said, stooping down and flipping me onto my back before moving by my head and getting a grip under my shoulders. I saw her face twist in disgust as she felt my sweaty armpits. "Eeew," she grimaced, then, "Let's get him over on the other side. Grab his legs."
Glenda complied, bending and getting a solid grip about my knees and together the two girls lifted me with a grunt of effort and carried me through the dividers. They dumped me none too gently onto the cement on the far side of the basement- ass first luckily. Glenda wiped sweat from her brow and frowned as she looked at me-
"That's it?"
Christy glanced at my crotch and smirked. "Yeah, kind'a disappointing, hunh? Near as I can tell that's as big as it gets. A fantastic four…" Both girls laughed as they mocked my penis. It was fully erect, but Christy was being generous saying that it was four inches long. I blushed, looking away from their leering faces, staring at their feet instead. I saw that Glenda had on a little silver toe ring on her second toe.
"Undo his arms," Christy said after retrieving her bag and producing a coil of white nylon cord. I watched as she unwound it, then tossed one end over one of the stout rafters that criss-crossed the basement near the ceiling. Glenda was on her knees beside me again, her fingers picking the knots away and pulling at the last of the tape still binding my hands behind my back-
"Love the collar," she said, her soft fingers slipping under the leather as she fingered the old dog collar that Christy had locked about my throat. "Maybe we can take him for a walk later," she giggled, and Christy joined in.
"It was the simplest way to lock his head to the pole before. I like it too though, puts him in his place," she laughed and I started to steam. Glenda had my hands free but she was still holding my wrists crossed behind me. Still, even with my legs still bound this was the freest I had been in well over a day. I knew I might not get a better chance, so I took it.
I struggled, flailing my arms until I writhed out of Glenda's grip. She yelped and backed away at my sudden fit of violence and that was all I needed. I didn't want to hurt them, but it was part of the game to try and get away. I wondered though if this was still a game.
I never realized that I would ever be thankful for all of those squat-thrusts they made us do in Gym, but I did that and got my legs under me. They were screaming in pain at the sudden flurry of movement, but I ignored the agony as I reached out and shoved Glenda back. She toppled over as I planted my hands on the ground and squatted to my feet, standing on tottering, bound legs.
Christy gasped and started at me, but I shoved her back as well, my hands pressing into her breasts and causing her to squeal as she stumbled and fell on her ass. By then I was hopping to the stairs as fast as I could. I had to get away- get free! I realized that this was turning for the worse now, with Glenda involved. They were planning to do things to me that I wanted no part of.
I actually had my hands on the banister of the cellar stairs, in mid-hop to the first step when I felt the collar about my throat tighten sharply and I went sprawling backwards. I choked and gagged as I fell ass first onto the cement, gasping for breath as Glenda charged forward, the lead of my leash in her tight grip. I tried to rise as she stepped right up onto my prone body, quickly planting the sole of one Birkenstock in my throat, the other slamming into my stomach making me gasp again and almost gag. She jerked on the leash as I whined, drawing in the slack in loops about her fist-
"Bad dog!" she shouted, grinding her heel into my Adam's Apple, causing me to choke. I reached up and grabbed at her leg, trying to throw her off of me, but I was too weak from lack of food and water over the last day and a half that I could not budge her. She jerked the leash again as Christy stepped up by my head-
"You okay?" Glenda asked and Christy nodded, rubbing her ass as she stared daggers down at me. She kicked me hard in the shoulder-
"You are so dead," she snarled, then to Glenda, "C'mon…"
Together they dragged me back to where I had started my bid for freedom and dumped me back to the ground. Christy dropped onto my belly and grabbed one of the cords that had bound my wrists behind me and started to criss-cross the rope between my wrists again, this time in the front. After several turns and knots she grabbed at the dangling cord she had tossed over the rafters before and knotted that between my wrists again. She then got up-
"Help me get him up," she said, taking the other end of the line with Glenda and together they started pulling, forcing me to stand. It was hard work on their part as I was not helping at all, but eventually they got me to my feet and kept pulling until my arms were stretched over my head, reaching for the rafters. Christy held that rope and told Glenda to undo my legs. Glenda was only too happy to comply.
When my legs were totally free of rope they hoisted me even higher until I was standing on my toes, straining and in agony as my already abused muscles stretched in new ways. Christy held the rope taut as Glenda tied it off, in the end leaving me stretching for the ceiling and standing on tiptoe.
I moaned at this new form of torture as they both stepped back to enjoy their handiwork. I squirmed and stretched, trying to reach unreachable knots while trying my best to ease the strain on my arms and shoulders. I was at my limits though, and I knew that I could not escape as Christy knew her knots well and how to tie them just tantalizingly out of reach. I moaned again, staring at the two girls who were grinning widely at my helplessness.
"God he's hot," Glenda said, her hand drifting to her crotch again. "I love the way he squirms and moans. Can we dress him up now?"
"Not yet," Christy said as she strolled out of sight back to the far side of the cellar, still talking. I heard some strange noises as she rummaged about in the junk piled up at the wall. "My little hostage needs to learn his place," she said from out of sight. I heard a whooshing noise, but could not imagine…
"He's overstepped the bounds, the rules of the game," she said stepping back through the dividers. I saw that she was carrying two long, thin rods that had once been planted in pots outside when our mother had tried to grow some tomato plants. They were painted a dark green, thin and flexible and long. "I've never hurt him yet, but he attacked us. He needs some discipline I think.
Christy sauntered forward and handed one of the thin bamboo sticks to Glenda. My sister's friend looked as though she might orgasm then and there as she started waving the rod through the air, swishing it with all the force she could muster. She was grinning widely, biting her lower lip as she eyed me. Christy just looked pissed-
"Nnnn…" I moaned into my gag as I writhed in my bonds. They were going to beat me, whip me! Christy was kicking our game up another notch, and though I had fantasized about getting a spanking at her hand before, I knew that this was going to hurt.
Christy swished the thin flexible rod through the air a few times as she circled me, testing it. I felt her fingers tracing lines on my back, her nails scratching my belly lightly as she strolled around in front of me again. "Ten I think," she said with a smirk, "from both of us. For now at least."
Christy stepped behind me again as Glenda stepped before me. She wanted a good view of my face as I writhed with every blow. I heard the wind whistle a few times as Christy got the feel of the implement. I winced, cringing at the sound and the breeze so close to my exposed ass. I whined into my gag, begging her to change her mind, apologizing-
WHACK!
I leaped forward in my bonds, actually swinging for a quick moment until I found my feet again. The pain was intense, like nothing I had ever imagined. I screamed and she hit me again, laying a stripe over my ass-
WHACK!
The bamboo bit deep, burning my ass with another vivid stripe. I screamed again and tried to scramble forward, trying to get out of reach of my sister and her weapon. Glenda laughed and stepped before me, pushing me back in place-
WHACK-WHACK-WHACK!
Tears were streaming down my face now as I screamed and squealed into my gag. It hurt! It hurt worse than anything I could remember short of the Dentist drilling away into my teeth. It was agony, but for some reason I could feel my penis growing again-
WHACK!
WHACK!
Christy paused then, strolling around in front of me once more. I could see that she was sweating, and more than a little hot as she circled, pausing, looking me over.
"He likes it," Glenda said, staring at my dick.
"Figured he would," Christy agreed as she flicked the tip of her rod across the head of my prick. I squealed like a pig as they laughed.
Christy whipped off two more quick blows before I knew what had happened. I was twisting in my bonds, almost spinning as I tried to get my footing again and my sister laid one more vivid stripe across my ass-
Whack!
I screamed, sagging forward. That was ten, and I had survived my sister's assault. I looked up through bleary eyes as I saw Glenda swishing her rod through the air, getting the rhythm. It was her turn-
Where my sister was all finesse, laying on my whipping with an evil authority, Glenda was all about the pain. She walked right behind me and laid on five quick blows that had me writhing in my tethers. I squealed and squirmed at her blows, twirling about as I tried to touch ground and she just kept hitting me. My eyes met hers at one point and I could see an almost fanatical glee staring back at me. She was loving this-
WHAP!
Glenda brought the rod down on the back of my thigh, then the other…
WHAP!
She whipped right down the crack of my ass…
She let me spin about and slapped the rod across my penis, which sent me writhing in a new form of pain.
She hesitated, pausing before her last blow whipped across both my butt cheeks. I leaped forward at the pain, my legs falling out beneath me as I hung there, my wrists in agony as well as the cord bit deep under my weight. I swayed and twirled as she strolled about me, admiring her handiwork. Through teary eyes I saw her lay her switch atop the washer as she pulled her peasant shirt up and over her head, revealing the sports bra beneath. I was hard as a rock, harder to see her as she pulled her sweaty hair back into a tail tied off with a rubber band.
I hung there, moaning in agony as the two girls stared at me with huge grins, enjoying my pain. Christy finally laid her rod aside and went back to her bag. Glenda seemed disappointed-
"More?" she asked, but Christy shook her head.
"Tomorrow maybe. Don't worry, he'll fuck up again. He's my brother…"
That seemed to say it all…
***
I watched as Christy pulled bits of clothing from her carryall, moaning as I realized what they were up to now. Christy had stuffed several items of female clothing into her bag and as she drew out each one she held them up both for myself and Glenda. Glenda seemed much more excited than I was.
Christy held up a training bra in front of me with a smile. It was of a gold, satiny material and I saw that she could attach it with a series of snaps and buckles without taking me out of my bondage-
"It's darling," Glenda said with a smile as she held up a pair of matching panties. They looked way too small to fit me, but Glenda seemed confident as she crouched down in front of me and started working them up my legs. Christy moved behind me to attach the bra, which seemed to stretch tightly about my miniscule breasts as she tugged the straps to their tightest.
"Lucky his hair's so fine on his body. I'd hate to have to shave him," Christy commented as she hooked the bra in place then stepped in front of me to adjust the breasts.
"I like hairy guys though," Glenda said as she jerked the panties up my legs and pulled at the elastic until she was satisfied. "and girls…" They laughed at that.
Christy went back to her bag and handed Glenda a short leather-like skirt dyed pink. Glenda gushed as she took it and forced me to step into it, pulling the thing up my hips then forcing the zipper up. It was tight.
"Nice," she said, then oohed as Christy produced a pair of flat black Mary Jane's from the bag. "God," she said as she took one of the shoes from my sister, "I wondered why you bought these things. They're so ugly- little girl shoes…"
"Now you know," Christy mused as she crouched down and forced my left foot into the tight shoe. As she buckled the strap I felt Glenda guiding my right foot into the other. Within seconds my feet were in tight leather agony as I strained to take the weight off of my cramped toes. The two girls stood and stepped back-
"God, he's hot," Glenda gasped looking me over head to toe. "He's prettier than me."
"He makes a good little girl," Christy agreed, crouching down at her bag again, "but you've got that tall model's body to die for, Glen. Don't sell yourself short." I saw Christy stand and hold up her digital camera. There was a flash of light-
FLASH!
FLASH!
FLASH!
Christy circled me taking pictures of me in my girl clothes. Occasionally Glenda would step into frame, grabbing my face or tit or crotch, never getting her face in the shot. I imagine Christy filled a disk of pictures before she put the camera away again.
"I'll download these tonight, add 'em to the site with the others-"
"Others?" Glenda said as she adjusted my bra.
"From the other day, after I had Steve help me tie him up."
"You never told me that!" Glenda squealed in excitement. "Give, girl!" Christy laughed, standing and draping her bag over her shoulder.
"Sure, Glen. It all started when he cursed me out," Christy began, starting up the stairs. Glenda took a final glance before she started up the stairs after her friend. I watched, listening as Christy told her story until the basement light went out and I heard the bolt slide home in the door upstairs. I sagged…
I was hanging by my wrists from the rafters in the basement, bound and gagged. I was dressed in a bra and panties, a short leather skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Glenda said I was beautiful- hot. My ass and legs were burning from the whipping I had received from my sister and her best friend. I was dressed as a girl, a damsel in distress, and a captive until they chose to let me free again.
That would be never, days away…
I started to cry…
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I did not exactly fall asleep, but I must have passed out. Lack of food or water, the strain in my arms and toes, I don't know. I had tried, as there was little else to do except hang there in the cellar like an old bag of rags, but every time I managed to slump the inch or so in my slack my shoulders started to ache and my wrists started to throb. My hands were already numb, and if I strained up on my toes then my feet started to hurt in the tight girl's shoes that my captors had strapped onto my feet and my calves started to give way to cramps.
My ass and the back of my legs were still burning and throbbing after the switching I had received. Twenty harsh stripes blazed on my backside; welts rising vividly I'm sure. The constant pain drilled into my backside and my brain; made all the worse if I shifted ever so slightly. Sleep was impossible, so as I said I must have passed out at some point-
I jerked awake as the overhead light came on in the basement. Immediately the pain renewed at my fitful movements and I started dancing around trying to ease the agony as it shifted from wrists to calves, toes to shoulders. My butt seemed to be throbbing as I craned my neck, my eyes growing wide to see Glenda padding down the old wooden steps.
I had not expected to see her in the middle of the night- as I knew it was by the lack of light coming through the basement windows. She was dressed in a football jersey and her Birkenstocks, the prior looking like one my sister might wear to bed and I realized by her appearance, her flushed skin and wild hair that she must be spending the night. She was staring at me as she eased slowly down the stairs, chewing on her lower lip with a half smile and a dreamy look in her eyes. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and just stood there watching me for a bit, licking her lips, occasionally glancing back up the stairway towards the basement door.
Finally she stepped forward, right up to me and reached out tentatively, her soft cool hand brushing across my exposed belly and making me tense and cringe. Her touch was electric as she skimmed her sharp nails over my skin and I danced from foot to foot, whining into my gag-
"You are so hot like this, Billy," she whispered, her fingers snaking up under the bra that my sister had strapped onto me. I felt her nails flicking at my nipples, making them hard. It felt fantastic and I whimpered, wanting her to stop- wanting her to do more. It was not fair.
"You like that, don't you?" she cooed, taking a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and giving it a tiny squeeze that sent me writhing. She giggled, increasing the pressure and joining in with the other nipple as I danced for her like a marionette. Her hands drifted down, running softly along my ribs and sides, along my hips-
"You're beautiful," she hissed, leaning in close, her breath sweet and minty. She licked at my ear. "A beautiful girl," she said, her voice growing deep and husky as she traced her tongue down to my neck, her hands still stroking my sides. She started licking and kissing me about the throat, her warm body pressing closer as she drew me into her grip. I felt my penis growing again as I tiptoed forward in my tether, pressing up against her crotch. She started sliding up and down as she dug her nails into my ass, still kissing my throat.
She dropped to her knees suddenly, her hands trickling down until her fingers snaked into the elastic of my panties. She tugged lightly, pulling down my underwear until my dick popped free and bobbed right in her face. She laughed at that, looking up at me with wild eyes of wonder before she licked her lips again and eased her head forward.
I felt her hot, soft lips as they closed about my penis, her tongue already whipping about the head of my dick as it was lost within her mouth. It was hot and moist, and her tongue felt wonderfully strange as it circled about my dick, sliding along my short shaft as she sucked. I felt her teeth scraping my soft skin, nibbling as she moved her head forward and back. She giggled as her face pushed into the slight bush surrounding my groin, and I felt her tongue as she spit hairs.
I was not so naïve to know that she was giving me one hellacious blowjob. It was my second actually, though the first was nothing to brag about and I have actually tried to forget it ever happened. It was at a school dance, which my mother had all but ordered I should attend in order to develop a social life. Grudgingly I had asked a few girls to go, and only got laughed at a few times for my efforts. This was the second year of Junior High, so I was still considered fairly cute- if soft, and eventually I found a girl that smiled and said yes.
Her name was Beth, and she was a mousy kind of girl that had a social life just a few rungs above mine. She was cute but thin and wore some thick glasses and straight brown hair parted down the middle. Still, she was nice, if not quiet, and I had been looking to a pleasant evening; a few dances, some small talk, etc. She floored me when out of the blue she said she wanted to 'see' it.
I had gasped and stuttered and stared for a bit, but eventually we left the Gym and found a quiet corner where we traded secrets. I saw hers, she saw mine. She said that she was worried about intercourse without protection so that was out of the question, but she said she'd blow me if I licked her out. It was her first time too, I assumed, but I got to go first. I loved it as she settled against the wall and hiked her denim skirt, lowered her cotton panties, which were lacy black by the way. I got down on my knees before her without a bit of hesitation, thinking that was what kids did. It was great, I had to admit, as she was clean and fresh and smelled wonderful. I licked my heart out as she slammed back against the lockers, her hands gripped in my hair and moaning so loudly that I was sure we would get caught. It didn't take too long before she screamed and pushed me to the floor at her feet. We were both panting and sweating, but she looked to be in heaven for a time as I stared at her black leather boots as I picked pubic hair off my tongue.
Finally we traded positions, me with my back to the wall and her on her knees in front of my open fly. I could tell she was a bit disappointed as she pulled my tiny cock out and rubbed it between her fingers, but a deal was a deal and she finally leaned forward. Lightning shot through me as her lips brushed the head, her tongue slobbering about the shaft. I tensed and started moaning, feeling the cum building quickly as she sucked. As I was about to burst I felt her back away, standing up and not wanting to take in the cum. She scampered backwards as I throbbed, but she was too slow and my penis exploded, my orgasm spewing out in a great glob that splattered on the leather of her black boots. I moaned and she twisted her face in disgust-
"Eeew gross," she sneered, watching as I spent my load, my back against the lockers, my eyes clenched shut in ecstasy. After a time I fell to my knees and started to take deep breaths. I opened my eyes and saw her standing there before me looking flustered and embarrassed with my cum dripping down her boots, puddling at her feet. I had cum in like ten seconds, so she was looking a little disappointed as well.
"You have a handkerchief?" she had asked, and I barely heard her. I had licked Christy's feet by that point, so I thought nothing of bowing down and cleaning up the mess I had made. I fell forward and eased my head towards the toe of her boot and started licking. She gasped in shock and started to back away, but then just as abruptly she hesitated. Her foot slid forward as I licked the leather clean, then she shoved the other one under my face.
It took just a minute or so, and when I looked up hopefully I saw her staring at me with a queer look. Beth seemed to stare at me for a moment, then her foot shot out and slammed into my balls. I screamed at the sudden pain and fell face first onto the dirty tiled floors of the hallway, clutching my crotch and gasping for breath-
"Pervert!" she shouted as she started to back away. "Fucking sicko!" Beth turned and ran as I rolled about in the empty hall, her heels clacking, fading into the distance. I heard a blast of music as she slammed back into the dance, the doors echoing as they shut behind her with a definite finality.
I was dateless ever afterwards of course. Word spread around the school like wild fire that I was a cock-sucking fag that liked to lick feet. Girls used to wiggle their toes at me in class, or kick their legs, twirling their feet. I heard their whispers, and their guys beat me up more than once. Oddly, I liked the attention the girls gave me, even though it was mocking and taunting- teasing. I hated to get beat up of course, but what are you gonna do?
I blinked as Glenda pulled back with a huge grin. She licked her lips as my cock bobbed and jittered but did not quite cum. She had stopped just in time to leave me wanting and I moaned in a new form of agony as she smiled up at me.
"Nnnnhh…" I moaned into my gag trying desperately to rub my legs together and get off. Glenda chuckled and scooted back a bit before rising gracefully to her feet. She reached out and gave my nipples another painful pinch before tugging my bra back down.
"That was great," she said breathlessly. "This is great!" she raked her nails hard down my sides and laughed as I writhed in my bonds, screaming in agony.
"We'll do more Billy, but later," she whispered as she leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. Then she backed away. "I can't wait."
I moaned as she turned her back to me and strolled back up the stairs. I thrashed in my bonds as my swelling went down and I felt used and unfulfilled. She had played me and left me wanting. She glanced back a final time as she stood in the doorway, blowing me a quick kiss. More to come.
Then she shut off the light and locked the door behind her.
I remained wide awake and in frustrated agony the rest of the night, needless to say…
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