A NANCY BOOTS ADVENTURE
AUTHOR'S
NOTE:
This work is a collaborative effort between Rita Chante and Booted
Nancy. The
overall inspiration for this semi-fictitious tale comes for the most part from
Booted Nancy.
Dear Monica: I find myself writing to you again after and
event that happened to me last month. I seem addicted to getting into these
situations and need some advice as to how to stay out of them. Maybe if I tell you the story you can figure
out what I need to do. It seems many
people get wedding invitations from people they know or past friends, seldom
from vengeful enemies. After the wedding, there usually is a big reception
where everybody eats, drinks and gets merry. I’ve heard of many guys getting
“too” merry, and one of the drunken pranks they pull will be to “kidnap” the
Bride. Usually her disappearance will drive the Groom nuts looking for her on
the first night they have a chance to try their “sex-techniques”. The tale I am
about to relate to you in detail is of one such event gone terribly awry.
I
had received a fancy white envelope in my mail. I didn’t quite recognize the return address or postmark. Later on
in the evening, when things settled down, I decided to open it. Inside I found
a fancy white card with silver decorations and engraved printing. It was a wedding invitation, but it had me
perplexed, as I didn’t currently know of anyone getting married. I read it
over, and it said:
You are cordially invited to the wedding of
Miss. Nancy Boots
To
Mr. D.
Hertz
On Friday evening at 5pm July 28, 2001
Reception will follow at 6pm at the
Hilton Hotel
We ask that men assemble in the
Hilton Hotel
Carlisle Room Lounge beforehand
RSVP
The
more I read it, the less I understood. I didn’t even know any Nancy Boots and I
never met anyone at work or otherwise named D. Hertz, but I figured I had
nothing to do that weekend so why not go to a freebie for some food and drink.
After all, when the party gets going, nobody pays attention to who is there and
how much drink you’ve had. Everybody gets sloppy and all the inhibitions stop,
the hijinx among the guys and fights between couples begin. As the day grew
closer, I still kept pondering what this was all about. It was like being in
some all night café sipping coffee with a gorgeous blonde on your mind you
couldn’t forget. It was an itch you couldn’t scratch that even itched
more…..but I’m getting into some Sam Spade novel which is getting away from my
story.
I
decided that if I was going, it really didn't matter whose wedding it was as
long as I made a good impression. The day before, I went to a formal store and
rented a complete outfit so I could look my best. The night of the wedding
finally came, and I spent hours getting ready, as by Friday afternoon, my
curiosity had peaked as to WHO this
was. First I put on fresh white jockey shorts, then came the ruffled white
dress shirt which I buttoned up to the neck and fastened at the wrists with
cuff links. I pulled on the black tuxedo pants and carefully slid them over my
hips and smoothed them at my waist. They were form fitting after I had buttoned
and zipped them at the waist. I took the red satin cummerbund and pulling it
around my midriff, snapped the ends together in the back. Next I took the
matching red satin bowtie and placing it under the collar of the shirt fastened
the ends together in a bow. After I struggled a couple of times with the tie, I
then slipped my arms through the matching black vest and carefully buttoned it
down the front so as not to wrinkle my shirt. Finally, I slipped the patent
leather dress shoes on each of my feet and walked over to the mirror. As I
passed the bed, I grabbed the black tuxedo jacket and slid my arms into the
sleeves. When I reached the mirror, I buttoned the jacket and began to admire
how elegantly I was dressed.
Several times I walked back and forth
“strutting” and showing myself off, as I played with my penis, which was really
getting aroused at the fancy clothes I was wearing, I grabbed the black top hat
that went with the outfit and put it on my head. Then I took a couple more passes at the mirror. I figured that would
be the best-dressed guy at the wedding.
Little did I know what the center attraction was really going to be at
this wedding? As the time was growing short, I stopped prancing in front of the
mirror like some “Downtown Hooker” in her sexy costume, and went to my
closet. Since it was cold, I decided to
wear my calf-length black leather trench coat over my tuxedo. I figured the black leather would really
look sharp against the formal suit. It was now time to head out for the Hilton
Hotel reception and find out what this was all about.
As
I drove downtown, I continued to ponder what this invitation was really about,
but I still couldn't come up with any answers.
I know that probably would have made you kiss the whole thing off right
then and there, but to be honest, the mystery was the biggest part of the
initial come on for me. The night was
really cold, too cold for a half-naked bride running around, but I was glad I
was well dressed in my formal clothes with the leather trench coat to protect
me. I found the hotel easily, and had the valet park my car. He looked around,
stared and winked as he got in the car, but I couldn’t figure it out. Was he
amazed at my formal attire or did my coat with some leather fetish turn him on?
I
walked thru the hotel lobby and got directions to the Carlisle Lounge from the
Reception desk. The desk clerk also had a peculiar look on her face, but was it
my attire or the leather coat that turned her on too? I found the Lounge at the back of the hotel, but other than a few
people, mainly conferencing businessmen, and stray couples, nothing looked like
any type of pre-wedding reception to me. I took a seat at the bar and ordered
my favorite Rum and Coke and drank away.
After a half-hour and two more drinks, the Lounge started its "live
entertainment" as a “Short” gentleman in a tuxedo appeared on stage with a
romantic, Broadway medley act. He
played the piano mechanically. His tunes were lively, but after 2 hours and
several more drinks, every entertainer degenerates to playing “Feelings” and I
had about had it with cocktail lounge music. I realized the time was now
slipping away later and later as the bar emptied out for the night. The only
others there besides the bartender and myself were two businessmen who were
trying to finish their meeting. I figured this wedding invitation was a hoax by
now, so I ordered another drink, which I took to a table, to close out an
unsuccessful night. Whoever sent the invitation by now had the last laugh as I
had been stood up after all that preparation.
As
I finished the last of my drink, and I was about ready to pack it in, a strange
sight greeted me standing next to my table. I was so inebriated that I couldn’t
stand up, but my penis in the tuxedo pants did just fine in my place. Unnoticed
by me, two women had entered the bar and were coming over to my table with 4
drinks they had just gotten from the bartender. They were real sexy drop-dead
gorgeous with shoulder-length pageboy style red hair. Their make-up and skin
was flawless, as they had luscious red lips, a hint of blush on their cheeks,
bright green eye shadow to match their staring green eyes, and very long black
mascara covered eye lashes. What really made them stand out was their attire.
Both of them were dressed identically in
BLACK LEATHER DRESSES that
ended just around the calf with a slit over the left leg that revealed a small
amount of thigh. On their hands they wore matching black leather elbow length
gloves that went up their arms to the dress sleeves. Finally, they were both attired in spike-heel knee length black
leather boots that went all the way under their dress skirts and concealed
their shapely legs.
I was quite taken back by these two gorgeous
creatures and even more so when both of them sat down on each side of me and
placed the drinks on the table. I figured by now the wedding was a bust, but
with two leathered up women, I still would score for the weekend anyway. They
didn’t talk very much as they spent most of the time sipping their drinks
through straws, though I did find out they were named Monica and Veronica. They
also encouraged me to drink with them as each placed a gloved hand on each
glass they had bought and they each placed the other gloved hand under the
table on the crotch of my tuxedo pants. I was now in heaven, as they massaged
the hard-on I was getting from their leather attire, but as I drank, I failed
to notice how the drinks were taking their toll and slowing me down.
The
girls didn’t fail to notice. The minute I felt like I was going to pass out
they each grabbed one of my arms, and slid me out from the booth we were seated
at, and bracing me upright between them, started to innocently escort me out of
the bar. To the bartender, it looked like we were the last to leave, but that I
had made a successful “score” with two gorgeous, redheaded, leather-clad women.
Yes it was all innocent to the “naked” eye, but in my drunken state I could
hear them whispering to each other “We’ve got him”, “She’ll be ready for this
catch” “It’ll be payback time for him”. To passers-by it looked like they were
bent forward and pretended to be kissing my cheeks as lovers smooching. I felt something strange about their skin
when we touched. It was smooth, cool
and “artificial”. I knew I should be
able to, place why this was, but I was too muddled to do so. As we walked out of the hotel bar, they
tightened their grip on me to make sure I couldn’t break free.
We
reached the lobby of the hotel, still not arousing anyone as to what might be
going on with two gorgeous leather dressed women and the guy they now had in a
tight arm-lock. The valet was holding the back door open to a stretched white
limousine. Once again I caught him make a wink of the eye at us, but what drew
even more attention was the way he was now attired. He had changed to a 3 piece
suit of black leather and I now saw him pulling on a pair of matching black
gloves as one of the girls pulled the black leather trench coat off my arms
while the other held me even tighter.
She then tossed the coat to the valet, who began to put it on. I saw he
really admired the way it looked, but it infuriated me, it was MY COAT! I had little ambition to fight or chance to argue as the leather
women quickly shoved me off balance and onto the floor of the limousine. Quickly
two pairs of booted legs disappeared inside the back of the limo as the leather
clad valet now raced to get into the front seat, and start the car. Before we
pulled away from the hotel, I saw the valet take something out of the car’s
glove box. I then remember seeing him pull a matching black leather hood over
his head. He looked through the divider panel and what I saw still “creeps” me
out. The hood was rather sinister looking, with a silver zipper across the
mouth and just two eyes “staring at what was going on in the back seat”.
Inside
the back of the car I struggled in my drunken state to crawl up on the back
seat and I even had thoughts of trying to knock out one or both of my captors
so I could escape. As I finally made it up on the seat, I realized the windows
all around the car were heavily tinted, so nobody outside could even see my
struggles for help, much less the now masked valet driving this prison like a
wild man. This idea was short lived anyway as one woman once again grabbed me. The other took my arms behind my back and
snapped handcuffs on each wrist. Next she bent down and took a matching pair of
leg cuffs and snapped them around each ankle. The first girl then took
something out from the seat cushions of the limo, and I could see it was a pair
of woman's panties. She quickly rolled
them up and deftly forced them in my mouth. Before I could think fast enough to
realize what had been done so that I could spit them out, she taped my mouth
closed with wide Duct Tape. I couldn’t budge the gag, yet as it remained in my
mouth it left a taste that was vaguely familiar.
The
other woman took her gloved hand and slid the zipper of my tuxedo pants open.
Both women took turns at teasing my now rampant sex-starved penis to the point
of orgasm but both denied me release each time. Next they took cocktail glasses
from the limousine’s bar and poured each other a drink. Naturally, since I was
now tightly panty gagged, they NEVER thought I would want a drink too. When
they had finished their toast, they tore off two strips of the Duct Tape and
pasted them across my eyes, blindfolding me, so I had no idea of where I was
going. As the limousine sped onwards, I
felt them push me off the seat and back on to the floor of the car, and then I
felt the toes and heels of their boots playing with my penis which was hanging
out of my tuxedo pants.
The
limousine began to slow down. I think we were underground as the echo of the
car noise became louder. The car
stopped. The two girls had finished
their little game of “boot rape”, as they once again pulled me off the floor
and up onto the car seat. While one of them zipped my tuxedo pants, the other
girl started to stretch something over my head. It was soft and cool and I
could tell it was a rubber head mask, obviously to hide my gag and blindfold,
as we had to be in some public place. I heard the car door open and the muffled
voice of the valet as I was pulled from the back seat of the limo and stood up.
As
the girls held me, I felt the valet bend down and unlock my ankle cuffs so I
was able to walk, and then he draped my leather coat over my shoulders so my
hands which were cuffed behind my back would be hidden. Had I been able to see
what I was going on, I would have realized I was now in the underground parking
garage of a tall apartment building. The hotel valet had also pulled a male’s
face rubber mask over his black leather hood, so he now looked like my
identical twin brother. In fact to anybody who could have seen us in that
garage or in the apartment elevator or hallways, it looked like two brothers on
a date with identical twin sisters. (and
readers, no Doublemint Twin jokes either!) Having completed this
transformation so we could “pass”, I was “escorted” by the ladies across the
garage and we all crowded into the elevator. After going up a number of floors,
the elevator finally stopped, and I was grabbed tightly by the valet who
forced me down a
hallway while the girls followed.
I
waited a minute while one of the girls took out a key and opened the door to
one of the apartments, then I was quickly ushered inside and forced to sit down
on a couch. In a few seconds, I heard a voice that said, “Well, you got him
here finally, and I hope he’s undamaged, as I have plenty in store for him
after all these years”
It sounded like the valet who then said,
“yes, the girls took a long time in the bar to get him drunk enough so he
wouldn’t fight back if he didn’t like what was going on. I was getting worried I would be discovered
as the real valet was tied up and stuffed in the trunk of some couple’s Lexus.
Boy are those Yuppies going to be surprised when he comes to.”
Then this strange voice, which was hauntingly
familiar, said “Enough of the detail chatter, let’s get him ‘unwrapped’ so he
can see what his hosts have in store for him.”
With
that, I felt one of them pull the rubber mask off of my head, then another
pulled the tape from my eyes. I could now see I was sitting in the living room
of some luxuriously furnished high rise apartment. The valet, who had removed
his male mask and was once again clad head to toe in the black leather hood and
suit, stood next to me. I also noticed there were THREE, (no there were two???)
leather clad redheads staring at me. I squinted my eyes again, there were two
(no it was THREE) redheads who all looked identical, and wore the same matching
black leather midi dresses and black boots. Under these ominous conditions, I
couldn’t have died and gone to heaven? But there were three gorgeous girls,
could they be triplets?? But I still couldn’t understand why I had been brought
here under these strange circumstances and certainly what was in the future.
After all, this was supposed to be a wedding reception, not a come-as-you-are
leather kidnapping party??
It
seemed the only way to tell the three beauties apart was that the newest
addition had a black-leather silver-studded collar around her neck as well as
leather bands with studs around her wrists and she seemed to be the one who now
took charge of the others. “Hurry up girls, get him undressed fast, time is
going and we have a lot to do, but don’t wrinkle his suit!” She barked in a
muffled voice I still couldn’t place but was vaguely familiar.
Next I was forcefully stood up from the sofa,
and while the leather valet held me in an arm lock, both of the girls began
undressing me. First they stripped off the jacket, next the vest and then they
unzipped the tuxedo pants. One bent down to untie my shoes and slipped each one
off along with both socks. At the same time, the other girl loosened my tie and
after pulling it off, unbuttoned my shirt then ripped it off too. I now stood
there only in my jockey briefs in front of all these strangers. That was short
lived, as the valet held me with one hand, and massaged the front of my shorts
with his other leather gloved hand, so my penis now stood erect. Quickly the
third girl, who I now assumed to be the leader of what ever was going on, came
over and quickly and forcefully pulled the jockey shorts off my waist and let
them fall at my ankles. “Leather Man” now grabbed me under both arms, then
lifted me off the floor, while her booted foot kicked the shorts across the
room. I was now unable to make a dive for the lost underwear so I could restore
my modesty. “Hmmmm, Just as I
remember” she said “the size is still puny, but when we are done he wont have
to worry about using that. Ok Robert, take our guest to the bathroom and give
him the shower” was her next muffled command.
I
was led, totally naked and embarrassed into the bathroom where I was forced to
step into the bathtub as Robert took a pair of handcuffs from his leather
jacket and snapping them on my wrists then secured them to a chain hanging
above the shower head. Next he removed his leather gloves, then taking a bottle
from the sink counter, began to smear a gooey liquid all over my body. He
started at my neck, then worked it down under my armpits, across my naked back
and chest, then below my waist and my private parts and finally down both of my
legs. Man was I embarrassed, but I couldn’t free myself as much as I struggled,
and I couldn’t even scream as I was still tightly gagged. Had I gotten loose, I
probably never would make it past the “Leather Warehouse” out in the living
room anyway. Finally he took the rest of the bottle and dumped its contents
over my head and worked it in as he delighted in massaging my entire body,
especially what was aroused between my legs. As I again squirmed to break the
chain and handcuffs, he put his gloves back on, then left the bathroom and me
alone in my helpless plight. I guess after about a half-hour, the door opened
and he returned finishing the last of the drink from the glass he held in his
gloved hand. Putting the glass down, he once again zipped the mouth opening in
his leather head mask closed laughing as he did it. I would soon find out why
he began laughing, as he then turned the shower on that I was standing in. The
full force of the water now washed ALL
the hair off my body, including my head. I was totally bald on every part of my
body. Turning the shower off, he next began to towel my body dry, then released
me from the chain, then led me back into the living room to the others.
Standing
in front of the stud collared mistress, I felt her gloved hand first caress my
naked hairless manhood and testicles, then my cheeks as one of her gloved hands
quickly ripped the tape gag from across my mouth. I was glad relief was coming
from that ordeal, as I quickly spit the foul tasting panties at her, but they
landed on the carpet at her booted feet instead. This action immediately raised
her ire as she grabbed my penis in a vise-lock with her gloved hand and pressed
her face against mine. I now felt a strange “coolness” similar to the skin of
the other two leather dressed girls when they picked me up in the bar. Despite
her anger, her face remained calm and expressionless but I heard her growl at
me, “It’s useless, don’t ever try that again. You had better get used to this
as in a little while, you’ll be MY BITCH to do as I say, so what you are,
have been and done to me in the past will only be a memory, tonight is pay-back
time. Now it’s time for a treat for you so you can begin the new life I have
planned for you.”
Quickly
she dragged me, with the help of the other two girls into the apartment’s bedroom,
and over to a dresser. She then opened
one of the drawers and looked for something.
I noticed several of the walls had full-length mirrors, and marveled at
how this leather dressed beauty looked good in her black outfit from any angle,
but why so many mirrors? Finally she found what she was searching for in the
top drawer, then rapidly turned around to face me. Grabbing the back of my head
with one of her gloved hands, which now felt erotic on my bare skin, she used
the other hand to force something into my mouth. After she stepped away, I
could see in the mirror behind the dresser that I was once again gagged but
this time with a strange looking device.
It was a red rubber ball but it had a long thin clear tube coming out of
the center of it. She now took a roll of adhesive tape from another drawer, and
quickly tore off a number of strips of the wide two-inch material. In rapid
succession she applied each one over my mouth above and below my lips to
conceal and hold the ball in my mouth. When she was done, only this strange
plastic tube was hanging down from where my mouth had been. Finally, she tore
off shorter strips of tape, and I watched in the mirror as she began to tape
this tube to my shoulders and securely to my naked body down it’s left side.
The tape stuck so well to my freshly “shaved” body that I knew it would be
painful if I could ever get it off.
Going
to a closet in the room, she came back with something odd draped on a clothes
hanger. From the looks of it, I thought we were going to the beach, as it
resembled a pair of long leg white shorts. Taking them off the hanger, she came
over and as she bent down, both of the girls lifted my body in the air so she
could slip the pair of “shorts” up my legs. I soon discovered, they weren’t shorts
at all as she pulled them up my thighs and struggled to get them over my hips
to my waist. She just about had me imprisoned in some type of extremely tight
fitting white rubber “girdle”. Finally she succeeded in getting the garment
over my thighs, a task made difficult by my shaved smooth skin. Before she
pulled it up to my waist, one of the other girls came over and used her leather
gloved hand to massage my penis fully erect (boy did I love THAT feeling), but
quickly slid my now excited cock into a tight fitting tube that was molded into
the crotch of this strange girdle I was about to wear. The other girl came
behind me and massaged my anus, but was concealing what she really was doing
with her hands. Next the three girls struggled and tugged until they finally
got this contraption up to my waist. I again looked in the mirror and saw I was
wearing a white rubber garment that looked like a long leg panty girdle, but
had the oddest thing at the crotch were my penis used to be. There was a white
sack with another clear tube coming out of it. From what I saw, it looks like I
was now sealed in this thing and my only means of urinating or sexual relief
was through this bladder bag and tube attached to it. But worse than that,
there was something that was penetrating my rectum when the girdle was pulled
tight. As I discovered the other girl had inserted the dildoe that was part of
the girdle into my rear end as she toyed with my behind.
I
had little time to wonder what was next, as the diamond collar girl now took a
pair of huge soft rubber “tits” from another dresser drawer. She put them on
the bed next to me as she now had two round patches in her hands. They each had
wires coming from inside them, and one at a time, she peeled off a backing
paper then stuck them one at a time over my nipples. Next she took each of the
artificial rubber boobs and putting glue on them, stuck them to my shaved chest
over the patches. The ends of the wires that hung down were also taped to my
body, as one of the other girls reached behind me between my legs and plugged
them into the bottom of the girdle. I now saw in the mirror, I had huge tits
hanging from my once flat hairy chest. It was now obvious they were beginning
to femininize me into some sort of woman, but why?
Another
trip to the dresser drawers brought the controlling female back with a white
corset. They quickly stretched it around my waist and middle as I discovered it
was made of a heavy white rubber. It was really tight with boning that made it
unbearable as they forced the clasps closed and began pulling at the laces in
the back. Over and over again both girls pulled the laces tight, then tighter
then tighter still until I almost passed out. Finally they had it closed, and I
noticed my hips were forced outward and my false tits upwards as my waist was
squashed in. I had the curviest feminine shape I had ever seen on a woman, of
course had I been one, I certainly would have raped me!
Next,
while one girl took a white garter belt and slipped it around my hips and fastened
it in the back so the 6 garters hung down my legs, the other stood behind me
and placed my arms through the straps of a white long-line bra. As she adjusted it to cover my bulging tits
in front, she pulled the ends together and attached the clasps in the
back. Then I was pushed backwards on
the bed. The two girls then landed on
top of me so I was pinned down as they each grabbed a leg. The leader of this
whole wedding reception gone awry then handed each girl a white lace stocking
which both of them carefully slid up my smooth silky shaven legs. After they
attached the stocking band to the garters on the belt, I was once again stood
up as the both girls held my cuffed hands in the air while the diamond girl
lowered something over my head. As it fell down covering me, I noticed it was a
white satin slip. Though it was sexy looking, it was also tight fitting, as
they pulled the hem down so it ended at my calves, yet covered all my
undergarments and the strange tubing attached to my body. Finally, they took a
dark blue satin and lace garter, and slid it up my right leg to my thigh under
the hem of the slip.
I
was led over to a chair and made to sit down as the head girl in this “gang
rape” went looking in another closet for something. She now returned with the
kinkiest thing I had ever seen. It was a pair of boots that she held in her
hands. They were made of white patent leather and came to mid-calf in height,
with laces up the front, as well as a quick-zip up the inside of each leg. The
oddest thing about them was they had a 4-inch platform sole and 8-inch sculpted
block heels. As she held out the boots, she advanced on me being held down by
the girls, and I had the distinct impression she now intended for me to wear
those boots. This had gone far enough, being bad enough dressed in these
“sissy” undergarments, now I was being forced to have these skyscraper heel
boots be put on my feet. I would be at least six-foot seven in them. What was the purpose of that? I tried to squirm and break free, but she
dropped the boots and landed squarely in my lap pinning me tight to the chair.
Once
again she pressed her face against mine, and in a voice I had heard from
somewhere before, said “Give it up cock sucker, you had better get used to
being the WOMAN we intend to make
you. There is even more planned for you that will teach you the lesson I’ve
waited all these years for. Stop fighting, you might just enjoy it, and if you
don’t, you’re my captive so there’s little you can do about changing it.” With
that both girls took a boot and carefully slid it on each foot, then pulled
them up my lace stocking covered legs, and pulled the zippers up to the top of
the boots which stopped at my calf.
I was made to stand up again, but this time
it was not so easy in the tall platform boots. Walking in those sky high boots
was not even a consideration, and running was far from any plan of escape now.
For the third time this Mistress of Leather went to the bedroom closet
searching for something while the other two girls held me up so I wouldn’t fall
in the boots. She emerged after a long search and I couldn’t believe what she
carried out of the closet on a hanger this time. My eyes squinted several times
as she now held up a beautiful long white lace and satin WEDDING GOWN ! Just what
was she going to do with this, and most of all WHY ??…0h no, it couldn’t be…...
She carried it over to where I stood.… Was I going to wear that over all
these undergarments they had dressed me in?
I tried to struggle again and break free, but that was as useless as the
screaming against the ball gag that was taped into my mouth.
The
gown looked beautiful. It was made of white satin with a lace covered bustier
top and a high neck Victorian style collar. The gown was floor length with an
equally long train and buttoned all the way up the back from the waist to the
neck. Under any circumstance, and especially on my girl friend, it would have
looked elegant and sexy, but not on ME!!
No way in hell would I ever don one
of those things, or even have the desire to. She put the gown on the bed, and
quickly slapped my face with her leather gloved hand putting me back to reality
and in effect saying I WAS going to
wear it.
She
bent down next and lifting the hem of my white satin slip, poked and reached between
my legs until she found the end of the clear tube hanging down. To the end of
the tube, she connected a small bag that resembled a hot water bottle, then
with elastic straps fastened the device to my left leg. I now surmised that my
penis had been forced into a bladder elimination system, so if I had to
urinate, it would do so into the tube between my legs and would flow down the
tube until it would fill the bag that was now attached to my booted ankle. They
had planned that I would not be able to use the bathroom, but WHY????
With
this kinky little addition done, both girls once again lifted me off my
platform boots so my legs hung in the air, while the leader of this “party” now
slipped the long gown under my feet. As
I was let back down, she worked the gown from the floor up to my waist. Each
girl then, one at a time, took one of my arms and rapidly thrust them into the
tight sleeves. The sleeves covering my hairless arms felt slinky being made of
satin from the shoulders to just above the elbows, and then made of white
patterned lace to my wrists, which ended in white leather cuffs …huh ????……I
couldn’t believe it, there was a stiff white leather cuff about 2” wide at the
end of each sleeve, which when they were done with my hands, they wrapped each
one tight around my wrist and kept it closed with a small white padlock. The
ends fit into a metal loop, and the lock held them together so I couldn’t
remove my arms. The head “slut” in this game now fussed with the gown around my
waist, and reaching inside, I felt her take the clear tube that had been taped
in my ball gagged mouth, and shove the end through a hole in the left side of
the gown around where my hips were. This device still raised my curiosity as to
what it was for, but as I pondered my fate, she now began to button the rear of
the gown closed from my butt up my back finally ending just below my neck. She
left the last 4 buttons opened, another thing that made me wonder why. Very
quickly I felt her pulling on two ends of a white leather belt which was about
6” wide and sewn as an integral part of the gown around my waist. As I was able
to see behind me from the reflection in the bedroom mirror, I saw her cinch the
ends of the belt tightly together in the buckle that was attached to one end. When
she had squeezed the breath out of me, she pulled the end a couple of notches
even tighter. Finally, she snapped two small white locks, similar to the ones
on my wrist cuffs, into the belt to prevent its removal. She then attached the
long train to the back of the gown so the buckle and locks were concealed.
I
had little time to wonder what this was all about, as each girl now took my
elbow, and as they did, I noticed where the lace ended and the satin began,
there was another stiff white leather band about 2” wide. On the inside of each
band was a clasp which when the girls pulled my arms tight to my side, were
snapped into two “D” rings sewn onto the waist belt. Quickly, they snapped the
clasps into the rings, and my arms were pinned to my sides. I could only
attempt to scream as I frantically gestured my hands, but they didn’t go very
far, tied to my side. I wished I could have punched out this woman for what I
had been suffering up until now. I just couldn’t raise my arms, no matter how
hard I tried to even get close to her. The two girls from the hotel bar just
laughed at my futile attempts, while the head mistress just stood there with
her gloved hands on her hips thinking of …..what next??….What WAS next anyway, I wondered???
I
couldn’t believe what would unfold in front of me next. As I stood there,
helpless and imprisoned in this “formal” straight jacket, looking totally
ridiculous as my bald male head was surrounded by all this white satin, lace
and leather, not to mention the lace stockings and those high heeled platform
boots I was wearing. The one with the leather-studded collar, who acted as the
leader throughout all of this, went into the bedroom closet. She quickly came
back with two long dark blue satin gowns on clothes hangers, which she hung up
on the closet door.
“Okay GUYS”,
she said (GUYS????) “You have
done a good job. You might be able to
keep your jobs after all. Now it’s time
to change for the next phase.” With that, both of them pulled the red wigs off
their heads, and reaching behind their backs, struggled with a zipper, pulling
it open, they then reached into the neckline of their leather dresses. Quickly they pulled their heads upward, as I
noticed both were now men, one with a beard, the other with a moustache, and
they had been wearing rubber female masks. The masks were so real and
life-like, even I was fooled that they REALLY were females when they picked me
up in the hotel bar.
“Whew,
Bill, that was hot wearing that thing” one of them said.
“Yeah Mike, but it was kind of kinky fun
being dressed like that. I really got off on you in that leather dress and
boots” the other said, “Now help me unzip this dress, then I’ll do yours”.
“Okay
guys” the third girl said “ time to get undressed and into these”, as she
handed each one a hanger with a blue satin gown. Quickly, both guys slipped off
their leather gloves, the black leather midi-dresses, and their boots. Both of
them now looked just as odd as I once had, being clad in a black bra, garter
belt, dark nylons, and back panties which each bulged with their unmistakable
manhood tucked in the front.
“Hurry
up guys, we haven’t got all day” she said. “I need you dressed as Bride’s maids
in the gowns. The proper underwear, blue corsets, stockings as well as silver
shoes and satin gloves are all laid out in the next room for you. Come back in
here when you’re dressed, as I need you to help me ‘accessorize’ our little
Bride Slut here!”
While
they had retreated to get dressed, I noticed the leather-clad chauffeur/valet
from the hotel came back into the room. “Well, Mistress,” he said, “how is it
going?”
“Everything
is according to plan, Robert, which I think, since she’s so helpless now is the
time to let poor Dougie in on.” This evil woman said back to him.
“I’m
going to need you to put the outfit on that is left in the closet, after all,
our newly wed here is going to need some spiritual support, eh?"
Could
you stop wearing that damned leather hood?" said the female leader. "You know it creeps me out.” With that,
I saw him emerge from the closet carrying a hanger with a lot of black and
white items, that looked like parts to a long gown in some soft material. As he
passed me, I caught the unmistakable odor of rubber. Now what was this all
about?
After
he left to go to the other bedroom, this black leather fetish garbed slut went
over to the dresser and took out three identical rubber female head masks.
These were different than the ones the “red head” impostors just took off. She then approached me holding one of the
masks along with a long blonde wig. As
she got closer, I could now tell the reason her face was identical to the other
two was that it was also a rubber mask. No wonder they felt so smooth and cool
to my skin when they kissed me at the hotel bar. I also saw the mask she now
held was finely detailed in it’s skin tones, baby blue eyes and fluffy sensuous
eye lashes. The eyelids also had a silvery-blue shimmering eye shadow as well
as big sensuous dark pink, almost red, painted lips.
Holding the mask and wig up to my face, she
screamed, “Do you recognize it, Dougie Doodoo?” I shook my head violently
indicating NO, but somehow it was hauntingly familiar, though I couldn’t place
the face and blonde hair. “Well, maybe THIS
will change your mind, just watch.”
With
that, I watched as she unbuckled the studded collar and removed it from her
neck. Next, she removed her red pageboy wig. Was this another GUY too? Maybe this was rather sick joke at a Bachelor Party I wondered to
myself. She also took her gloved hands
and reaching behind her head, slid the zipper to the mask open. Like the
others, reaching
inside the neckline of her leather dress, she also peeled away the mask and
pulled it over her head. When she had fully removed the rubber head, I stood
frozen in complete shock. This impostor WAS
actually a woman, in fact it was Sheila Frankel, whom I hadn’t seen since I
graduated college many years ago. It all fell into place, the leather dress,
her short red page-boy wig, the horrid taste of her sex in the panty-gag, the
mask and wig she held in front of me moments ago was a duplicate of HER! But HOW and WHY? I suddenly remembered
that Sheila was one of the sorority pledges, and I remember my buddies and I
always used to tease and screw with her during class, as she was a nerd at
school work and was a bitch to try and get a date from on Saturday nights. We
always used to abuse her and make her suffer our fraternity practical jokes
while we laughed and carried on even more. Now many years later I was standing
face to face with this “prom butterfly”.
That is why they had locked those sky-high boots on my feet. She wanted me to be unusually tall. We always kidded Sheila because she was the
tallest girl on the campus. Actually
she was the campus volleyball star and stood six-four in her stocking
feet. I suddenly realized that SHE was now in control, since I was
imprisoned in what I suspected was her Wedding Gown, though this wasn’t a Vera
Wang original, even though as I saw there were some things that had been
specially “designed" for it’s unusual purpose.
“Well,
well” she said “hasn’t it been a long time since our college days? I’ve waited many years for this moment. You
and the guys from your fraternity who abused me every day at school seemed to
think it was fun when you messed with the "bean stalk". There were all the practical jokes and
wicked barbs that I had to suffer, while you all laughed. It was one laugh after anther for you
guys. There was the time you set fire
to the books in my locker; the constant stealing of my dresses, coats and boots
during swimming class in the winter, so I had to walk home in my underwear;
hanging my panties up as the banner at the Senior Prom. I grew tired of it but
couldn’t fight back then. But guess
what, now I’ve come out on top, and it’s MY
turn for revenge. You see, that wedding invitation was just that, a fake, so I
could lure you into a trap. I had to punish you, and what better way than to
create this wedding. Actually, I am going to get married, to the D. Hertz that
was on the fake invitation tomorrow morning. You do remember HIM, don’t you?? Your schemer buddy,
Dick Hertz? Well, I really couldn’t
stand him either. Actually, I’m going to screw him too, just like I am doing to
you, because when I finish with you, HE
will be marrying YOU not me! You
will take MY place at the
wedding. In fact to make sure of your
cooperation, Bill and Mike will go along with you in the limousine as your
Bride’s Maids. You will be masked as
Nancy Boots, but the mask I have created is a replica of my face. Since you
guys picked on me, I devoted myself to my studies, and my best friend Mary Kae
helped me along to develop some of the devices you’re wearing. In fact, she
used her business resources to help me develop making these rubber masks in any
likeness. When Dick sees you in the gown, and the veils covering your face, he
won’t be able to detect even close-up that you are an impostor. By then it will
all be too late as the ceremony will be over. Naturally, on your wedding night,
when he lifts your gown and slip, he’ll be in for a surprise. You see, the
rubber body sheath you’re wearing is designed for penis penetration, and it
will allow him to enter your rectum as many times as he wants, but there’s one
hitch. You see, when his cock fully penetrates you, it will set off an electric
device already planted in your rectum that will give him a jolt to the end of
his dick. At the same time, it has been wired to the patches we pasted on your
nipples under the tits, and will give you a nice jolt in your chest. You’ll
each be constantly reminded of the pain both of you have caused me, and knowing
how horny Dick always got after those football games, he should still have that
rampant urge for constant sex."
Sheila
went over to the bed and picked up the mask and blonde wig, and bringing it
back, held both up for me to see. “Take a last look in the mirror at what you
were. These will change you forever and make you become a submissive pitiful
excuse of the rotten man you used to be. Take a good last look, as I now have
my revenge, and you will be all but a memory. You are now my oversized,
femininized slut and through you, I am about to “fuck” over the people who have
been cruel to me. I hope you like your new face Bitch, because now it’s time
for you to wear it. The Dougie Doodoo you used to be will cease to exist, and
in his place will become the silent and humble Nancy Boots, who will be one of
the tallest, exotic brides to ever exchanges her vows.”
Sheila cracked a sadistic smile as she walked
behind me. She smeared my baldhead with
what smelled like super glue. Then she
quickly pulled the tight rubber mask over my glue soaked, shaved head. Almost immediately I felt the mask begin to
bond with my skin. Its soft feminine
looks covered my rough facial features and the taped in ball gag-tube
device. She smoothed all the air
pockets out of the mask. Then this sadistic, vengeful woman started to yank the
mask's laces tight, then tighter and then tighter again until the latex
literally molded to my face. I couldn’t move my chin or lips or even struggle
to shake it off my head. The best I was able to do was stare ahead through the
blue contact lenses that were used as eyes in the mask.
When she had finished with the laces, she
closed the last 4 buttons at the back of the gown that been left open. Now I realized why the neck of the dress was
high. It not only provided cover for
the bottom edge of the mask, it also hid a white leather collar that was sewn
into it, which she tightened by buckling the ends together. I realized I was
being sealed into the wedding gown when she pulled a zipper up from where the
train was attached at the base of my spine to the neck collar. The zipper
closed a cover, which hid the buttons up the back, and it was then secured with
another small white lock to the leather collar, so it now became impossible to
remove the gown without an intricate set of keys. Sheila squirted some more super glue onto the bald head of the
mask and glued the blonde wig to it while simultaneously sealing the
laces. She stood beside me, smiling at
her revenge. She took pride in creating her oversize duplicate.
When
she had finished, Bill and Mike re-entered the bedroom. Both were dressed in the blue satin gowns,
silver opera length gloves and silver high heel pumps. Though both looked
strange in this formal attire sporting male faces. “Wow, your amazon bride
looks perfect,” said Bill.
“Yeah”,
said Mike. “Nobody would ever guess you had an oversize twin sister. She looks just like you”.
“In
fact”, replied Bill, “nobody could ever guess who is under there even though
its a mask. Your amazon bride is so
life like.”
“Okay
boys, enough of the chatter, we have to get the rest of the “accessories” on
her and then get “her” into the limousine.
It will be waiting in the basement garage to take her to the
church," said Shelia.
Bill,
as one of the Bride’s maids, took my left hand and slipped a white satin glove
over it. The glove covered the padlocked leather cuff and ended a couple of
inches above my wrists, so that it showed a bit of lace on my forearm. As he
struggled with getting the other glove on my right hand, Mike took a white and
brocade purse and slipped the strap over my left shoulder. He reached on top of
the shoulder, for sewn into the sleeve of the gown was another leather band,
which when buckled to the purse strap, secured the handbag so that I now had to
carry it with me as part of the gown. Another strange thing happened, as he
then took the clear plastic tube, which was fitted inside the ball gag taped to
my mouth originally, and pulling it through the waist hole in the gown,
inserted the end into a nozzle at the bottom of the purse. Though its purpose
was unclear, I was sure I was to find out the hard way what it was for.
Sheila
now came over with a small velvet covered jewelry box, and opening it said
“Congratulations Bitch, I hope you’ll enjoy your new life, and with this ring I
thee wed” as she took out a rather large gold ring with several diamonds around
the top. Quickly she took the ring and forced it over my gloved middle finger
of my left hand. Harder she pushed the ring until she had it immovably jammed
on my finger. I guess now I was really “bonded” for life to this Dick Hertz.
“Now” she said “ Girls, it’s time to toast the bride, if you would get the Moet
out of the refrigerator Mike?” With that, Mike had returned with a chilled
bottle of Champaign, but I noticed he had brought no glasses back. Next Sheila
reached down my left side, and as quick as she opened the clutch on the top of
the purse attached to my gown, she said “Mike, pop the cork and pour it
in.” What was actually going on is that
the purse was specially designed to be a drinking flask that was attached to
the gown and carried around in my helpless plight. Naturally the tube stuffed
into the ball gag under my mask served as the straw, but HOW??
I
was only to wonder a short time, as Sheila then approached me, and staring
straight into the blue lenses of my face mask screamed at me “Well, Bride’s
usually get emotional at their own weddings, and are prone to cry quite a bit.
We have taken care of that, and here is something to help dry your tears, and
of course don’t forget to blow your nose, nobody likes a sniveling bride!!!” With that she took a
white satin hankie and held it over my nose and the nostril holes in my mask,
which along with the ball gag served to instantly choke off my breathing. The
only natural reaction I could manage underneath the mask was to try and suck
for air, and through the straw inserted in the ball gag was my only recourse.
Along with this action, I naturally gulped down a large quantity of the Moet
Champaign that was in the purse flask.
“My,
my, she must really be thirsty or she’s a natural lush, Mike, if you would top
off the lady’s drink” said Bill. With that, the purse was opened, and another
quantity of the Moet was poured into the liner that served as the flask. Again,
Shelia, in her rising glee, sadistically held the hankie over my nose and once
again forced me to suck the drink through my gag. A third time the purse was
refilled, but this time the bubbly was catching up to me. I did not realize it,
but this was no ordinary bottle of Moet, they had laced it with a diuretic
medicine, which weakened my kidneys, and now I had the extreme urge to let go
and pee myself. They sensed my discomfort, as Bill lifted the hem of the
wedding gown and the white slip underneath. All three of them watched amusingly
at what was taking place, for you see I couldn’t control my elimination, so I
began to urinate in the bladder bag that my penis had been forced into. This in
turn emptied into the tube and clear bag they had attached around my booted
left ankle.
“Your
Amazon Bride is such a party slut, Sheila.
She can’t even control herself.
Thank goodness she’s wearing this incontinence protection, now she can
party on and not miss a thing," shouted Mike as Sheila had another big
laugh at my expense.
Bill
then grabbed my gloved hands as I frantically tried to gesture for help. Mike then took a short length of white
Venetian blind cord, and wrapped it around my wrists. Shelia brought over a
small bouquet of roses, which she placed in my gloved hands to hold, as Mike
then took the loose ends of the cord and wrapped them around my fingers and the
base of the bouquet, so I was forced to hold them in my hands. The small white
cord blended in with the white gloves, so I was unwillingly made to carry them,
while all the time keeping up the façade of being “the happy bride”.
“The
last touch, guys,” Sheila said, “is the veil and blusher for our bride” which
she began to attach the head crown with pins to my blonde wig and mask. When
she had pulled both down and smoothed them out so they hid my face in a white
“haze” as I stared from the eye lenses of the mask. “See,” she said, “NOBODY could ever tell she wasn’t a
real woman, much less there is any resistance to this whole plot. The mask
makes her look so peaceful and happy in her unwilling plight, and the veils
hide any hint that her face is a fake.” Looking at my completed self in the
mirror, all I could see was this gorgeous bride in white, not the tuxedoed
playboy who had received a “fake” wedding invitation a few days earlier. Sheila
then lifted the hem of my gown so she could check out all the details. She enjoyed seeing that the blue garter was
still on my thigh, the seams on the white lace stockings were perfect, the
boots were properly laced, and the incontinence bag was doing it’s job.
“Come
on guys, time to finish getting ready, remember the masks and wigs have to be
put on perfectly, make sure they’re laced tight, and the wigs are on
straight”. She handed each of them a
long blonde style wig and identical facemasks to the one I wore, which was in
Sheila’s image. Each of them fussed
with pulling the mask on over their heads, then pulling and tying the laces in
the back. Before they put on the blonde wigs, they tucked the bottom of the
masks into their gown necklines, so the edges were carefully hidden. Both of
them looked like perfect copies of this madam of terror in their disguises,
except for their blue satin formal gowns, rather than leather dress attire. It
was hard to tell any of them apart. It was like one of Chante's Masking Experience Novels, as I was
loosing consciousness as to who was who. “Where is that damned Marti,” Sheila
quipped as she paced and grew impatient looking for the missing person who I
remembered as the leather clad valet.
Just
then, her question was answered as Marti had now entered the bedroom. I was
horrified at what I saw, but the “dressed” Marti now shot back at Sheila “well
this f%*#ing outfit takes forever to put on”.
He had entered the room, and all there were quite surprised at what they saw.
Marti was now attired in a full nun’s habit, but this was no ordinary costume.
It was made of black and white latex. From a distance, he….er she now, looked
like any ordinary nun as he finished pulling the covering and veil over his
head. From close-up however, one could
see he was wearing the most garish of make-up on the part of his face visible
through the hood, as well as the entire outfit being made of latex so it looked
rather shimmering and not your ordinary wool or cotton nun’s habit.
Upon
closer inspection, his outfit consisted of a black latex, floor length gown,
black latex-gloved hands, which were in constant clasping in a praying position
as they emerged from the long sleeves. Over the black gown, he wore a white
latex, floor length vest, emblazoned with a black cross on the chest that
looked almost like an apron. Over this, he wore a white latex collar at the
neck out of, which extended a full head-covering hood with waist length veil in
the back that was also made of black and white latex. His transformation was
stunning, and from what I could hear, our “wedding party” was now complete, as
Sheila urged everyone to start “escorting” the bride from the apartment to the
waiting limousine. "After all
boys, Nancy Boots has an appointment with her destiny and we would want her to
be late for it."
Marti
paused for a minute to ask Sheila what she thought of the outfit. While Sheila turned around to inspect it,
Marti lifted the hem of "her" gown and vest. I could see she was wearing white leather
thigh length boots under the skirt. “You see Shelia, the outfit is perfect,
though there’s one thing I don’t like.” As Marti said this, "her"
latex gloved hand slipped into the top of "her" left boot, and from
inside the thigh, "she" quickly withdrew a silver gun and pointed it
at Sheila. “Quick Guys, cuff her to her bride.
Don’t let either of them get away.” You see” said Marti, “the thing I
don’t like is the way you’ve been treating us, ever since school and now at
work. You think you’re the spoiled little rich bitch, and all you do is come-on
to men and make yourself a giant cock-tease. Once you get something that sticks
up when you pass a man in your seductive outfits, you lead us on then desert us
flat, or just play one more of your traps on the next hapless victim like Nancy Boots here. We
played along with you to mess over this amazon bridal fool because it suits our
overall purpose. Your time is over,
whore, we have a little surprise ready for you before we all take that limo
ride. You’ve been in command too long, now it’s MY turn. Okay guys, undress her. I want her stripped
naked”, said Marti.
But,
as they went for the zipper on the back of her black leather midi dress to take
it off, she quickly threw Bill to the floor knocking him out, and began to
wrestle with Mike, attempting to rip the mask and wig off of him. The only
thing that was slowing Sheila's athletic ability down was being cuffed to
me. Even so she seemed to use my weight
to gain leverage on her would be captors.
In a rapid turn of events, both of them tussled and spun around the room
as each tried to knock the other out, but succeeded in crashing into furniture
and me as they went. Marti frantically
spun around trying to aim the gun at Sheila, but was unable to be successful
due to her rapidly changing position. At that moment, the masked Bill regained
consciousness and tried to pull himself up from the floor, but found it
difficult in the long gown and high heeled silver shoes. Marti screamed at
Bill, “Quick, get up, get to the bathroom and bring the brown bottle from the medicine
chest and a wash cloth, hurry, do it now, Mike can’t fight off this mad tigress
much longer.” Finally Bill stumbled to his feet, then running back from the
bathroom, took the cap off the brown bottle, and poured some of the liquid onto
the washcloth.
“Damn
it” shouted Mike, “Chloroform her NOW, get
the rag over her nose and mouth and hold it there, make sure she’s out
cold.” With those words, Bill finally
was able to get behind her, and grabbing her off guard, was able to press the
rag to her face. Gradually her struggles subsided until she fell unconscious to
the floor.
“Wow,
what a bitch, she really put up a fight” said Marti. “It is a good thing we had
her anchored to Nancy or Sheila might have escaped. Quick, let’s get the leather dress, gloves and boots off her
guys, I want to teach the cunt a lesson she wont forget.”
Both
of the gowned Bride’s maids dragged the unconscious Shelia and me over to the
bed. In a matter of a minutes they had
stripped off all her of clothes and underwear. “Nice work guys, now let’s get
her dressed in these things I managed to bring up from the back of our
limousine,” said Marti as he held up a shopping bag. The latex nun then took
the items out and spread them on the bed next to the passed out Sheila. In my
helpless condition, I stood there as I recognized the contents of the bag to be
the tuxedo and formal clothes I had rented for this supposed wedding. But WHAT was their plan???
Marti
spent time rummaging in the dresser draws and found some things Sheila had made
in her masking experimentation with May Kae, and decided it was finally time to
test them out. First they slipped a
thick black rubber corset looking device that looked like some kind of tube top
over her torso. The dark rubber garment went from her neck down to her waist.
All there of them began to pull and tug on laces at the sides of the corset,
and when they had it cinched in tight, her tits were squashed flat, so it
looked like she had a muscular chest like a man.
They
also found another one of Sheila’s “toys”, this one resembled a double ended
penis in flesh colored rubber. On one
end of the dildoe was a metal tip with wires coming out of it that were
attached to a smaller silver “egg shaped” module. At the base of the other end
in the middle of the dildoe hung a pair of rubber balls that resembled
testicles attached to a round flange that had rubber straps coming from it. As
the guys looked it over, they realized what it was for as they played with a
small pocket transmitter-control box they found in the same drawer. As Bill
spread her legs apart, Mike came back from the bathroom with a tube of K-Y
Jelly, and as the latex nun held the strange device, Mike applied some Vaseline
to the metal tipped end and the “silver bullet” hanging from the wires. “Quick,
before she comes to” screamed Bill, “Insert it in her pussy” and with that,
Marti thrust the metal end of the device deep into her snatch. He then took the
straps around her thighs and through her legs so that when the ends were
buckled, this contraption would stay inside her. Mike then took the silver egg
shaped device, and seeing that the wires stretched just long enough, rammed the
little bullet into her rectum. As she lay there, Shelia, along with her
muscular flat chest, now had a huge 12” long penis sprouting from between her
legs. As Marti held the control box, he pushed the red button on it, at the
same time, a buzzing noise emitted from the device within Shelia. They
discovered that the penis implanted in her pussy was a vibrator as well as the
silver egg in her rectum. She began to moan in ecstasy as the vibrators began
buzzing inside of her and worked on getting her aroused. “Quick, take care of
her, we have to get her dressed yet” screamed Marti, as Bill pressed the
Chloroform soaked rag over her mouth and nose once more making her pass out.
Quickly
the “impostor females” set about getting the unconscious Sheila dressed in MY formal clothes. With rapid speed,
they pulled, on the black dress socks, then the white Jockey shorts. When they
had them pulled up to her waist, the artificial penis was tucked inside so it
bulged rather obviously giving no mistake it’s owner’s sex was male. Next she
was dressed in the white ruffled shirt and the red satin bow tie, as they
carefully buttoned it closed over the rubber chest corset, and inserted the
links to hold the cuffs together at her wrists, but for now they left the neck
collar open. There was no hint now that she ever had such a voluptuous figure
with huge 44D tits. Next they slipped the tuxedo pants up her legs, and holding
her up from the bed, buttoned and zipped them closed, as they attached the
suspenders to the waist. Next they wrapped the red satin cummerbund around her
waist and buckled the ends together. Her look was almost completed as they
slipped the black patent dress shoes on each of her feet, and put her arms
through the sleeves of the tux vest. Her dressing was just about completed with
the addition of the matching tuxedo jacket, which they finished buttoning
closed. Because of her height and athletic build, Sheila now resembled any man
on his way out to a formal event. That is except for one small detail they
forgot in their haste, her female face and long blonde hair!
“We
have one last detail to take care of,” said Marti as "she" found what
"she" was looking for in another dresser drawer. “Mike, gag her so
she can’t talk” and with that he raised the hem of his gown, and pulled off the
blue satin panties he was wearing. Rolling them into a ball, he then shoved
them in Sheila’s mouth. Picking up a roll of 2 inch adhesive tape and tearing
off several strips, he pasted them over her mouth above and below her lips, so
the whole lower half of her face was covered in white. He then took a long
strip and ran the tape from ear to ear under her chin. At this moment, Sheila
began to regain consciousness, and tried to lift herself up from the bed. She tried to speak to find out what was
going on, only to find her mouth stuffed and her jaw could not move due to the
strip of tape attached to the ones across her mouth. All that was heard was a
feeble grunt. “Good, I like my women that way” Marti said, as he approached her
with the item he found in the dresser. It was another rubber mask, but this
time one that was made up to look like ME.
That’s right, somehow in her experimentation with Mary Kae, Sheila made a
rubber mask of Doug. “What’s this?” Marti the Nun asked as "she" held
up the mask. “Experimenting with a lesbian scene? What were you thinking of, becoming a man in your masking
fantasies too? Well, bitch, you’ve got
your wish. How does it feel?”
With
that Marti took the rubber mask and forced it over Sheila's head, covering her
gagged face. Quickly "she" zipped the back of the mask shut, tight
against Sheila's face. Bill tucked the
ends into the collar of the dress shirt, and finished the last buttons up to
the neck. Finally, he adjusted the bow tie up around the collar, and with the
addition of a blonde toupee over the head of the mask, Sheila had now been
transformed into my groom in MY rented
suit!!!
“I
think the wedding party is now ready to proceed” Marti said, as the both
Bride’s Maids readjusted their masks and wigs, and straightened their gowns to
look neat after the struggle. The girls then grabbed the semi-conscious Shelia,
and forcing her to stand up, one of them pulled her hands behind her back,
while the other snapped a pair of silver handcuffs around her wrists. The first
Bride’s Maid then slipped my floor-length black leather trench coat over her
shoulders to hide her bound hands. With the two girls supporting the
transformed Sheila as if she were drunk about to pass out, and the latex clad
nun pointing the gun at me, we all made our way out of the apartment door and
into the hall, just as the morning sun was about to rise.
As I was herded down the hall, we passed two
little old ladies, who barely glanced at the goings on, except to make the
comment “What a pretty bride”. I couldn’t even reply back, being gagged so
well. I also felt the poke of the gun barrel being held by the rubber nun
against my ribs, and any thought to request help or gesture my bouquet tied
hands and arms was likewise discouraged. They didn’t even detect I was wearing
a mask under all the lace veils or else it was SO real they couldn’t tell. The
old women just shook their heads and assumed the Bride’s Maids were supporting
a drunken groom who had a too wild Bachelor Party the night before. NO ONE in
the elevator on the way down to the underground parking garage was aware of the
crime being perpetrated. Here were two people being held against their will,
fully disguised and being kidnapped in broad daylight right under the view of
security cameras and all the activity of people in this apartment building.
We
all made our way off the elevator and across the underground parking garage, to
the white limousine that was waiting for the “wedding party”. The chauffeur stepped out. Like the valet who joined the original
kidnapping from the hotel bar, he was also clad in a black leather pants suit
and trench coat. His black gloved hand
held the back door open for us. I was
pushed through the door and landed on the back seat of the car as I missed my
step in the white, lace-up, sky-high platform boots. In the same manner, the transformed Sheila was dragged into the
limo by the impostor Maids who deposited her on the back seat next to me. The
two gowned women, along with the latex nun seated themselves on the couch
facing us in the back of the car. The leather clad chauffeur then got in the
front seat, and raising the divider panel between us, started the car and
pulled out of the apartment building.
While
the nun still kept the gun trained on the two of us, the other two girls opened
the bar and began to pour themselves drinks. Marti then said “Don’t be rude,
offer our bride another toast”. With that, one of the girls opened the purse
still attached to my shoulder as the other poured in more of the “laced”
Champaign. Again I was forced to suck the contents of the bag down my throat or
suffocate, and then had the desperate urge to urinate into the attached bladder
bag under my gown. After their drinks, each girl then took a gun from her
silver purse and kept it trained at the two of us, while I heard the nun relate
a story to them.
I
gathered from what Marti said, that we weren't going anywhere near a church or
wedding. I heard "her" say
that the chauffeur was a friend of "hers" who worked at the hotel.
When he wasn’t driving errands (and full time kidnappings, I thought to myself)
he quite frequently wore a mask and dressed as a female so he could be the
clerk at the hotel Reception Desk (was it the one who winked at me, I
thought??). This way he had a chance to see who was registering at the hotel
and their personal status and finances. This way, as a seductive female “she”
would be able to single out the potential “clients” for Marti, Bill and Mike.
Somehow, I surmised, there was a well-organized “network” of something going on
here. As the limo sped onto the highway out of town, I learned there would be
no Dick Hertz.
It
seems that he also ran afoul of these people when he had dressed for the
wedding that Sheila had sent him an invitation to where I was to take her
place. I heard Marti the Nun say to the others that "her" chauffeur
friend had picked up Dick under the guise of taking him to the church, but he
never made it. “You see”, she said, "my friend here has a modified black
limousine that he uses for these maneuvers. The passenger compartment, when the
windscreen divider is raised behind the chauffeur’s seat electrically locks the
doors and windows preventing them from being opened from the inside. The
compartment is then air tight, and the driver just opens the valve to a small
tank of sleeping gas that floods the back. Naturally escape is impossible and within
a matter of minutes, the rider passes out from being gassed unconscious. Also,
since the windows are heavily tinted, nobody can see from the outside the
victim’s futile struggles to escape or summon help. Kind of neat eh, girls?”
“Yeah,
said one of the Bride’s Maids, “All dressed up in your neatly pressed formal
tuxedo and nowhere to go!” The other "girl" just laughed wildly under
her mask.
“Enough
girls,” Marti commanded, “You see, after he passed out, the driver shot right
for the airport cargo terminal. We have a ‘deal’ with a couple of the airline
employees. Our tuxedoed Dick Hertz was dumped into a shipping crate and loaded
onto one of the outbound cargo planes that night. When he came to, he found
himself in a third world country at the mercy of his new captors. You see,
ladies, a polite word for what happened was ‘white slavery’. Now with those
thoughts, just keep the guns on our Bride and Groom here and enjoy the
ride."
Soon,
as I feared, the limousine turned off the expressway and entered the airport
circular road. We were headed for some obscure part of the place, though not
exactly for the cargo terminals with a white limo and wedding party. We finally
pulled over at a hanger where private chartered jets were kept. The car
stopped, and I heard the chauffeur get out to come back and open the door of
the limousine for us. Marti the Nun and two Bride’s Maids got out and one at a
time pulled Sheila and myself, the groom and bride, (or was it bride and
groom?) out of the back seat to our feet. We were herded across part of the
runway looking like some wedding party being sent off by their friends to our
honeymoon if seen by any innocent passersby. Walking on the concrete in the
high-heeled platform boots was difficult as the long gown and train as well as
the limited vision I had through the blue eye lenses of the mask obscured my
steps.
Shortly,
we reached the stairway of a small Gates Learjet-35, which was revving its
engines. I knew these were fast long-range corporate planes, so I feared the worst
that we were in for a distant journey, and not a quick honeymoon in the
Caribbean. Both of us were forced up the stairs to the plane at gunpoint, where
we were shoved into the back of the passenger cabin by the two flight
attendants. Each of them forced us into the seats that were in the center.
Behind us, Marti, the latex nun boarded the plane waving her gun so we were
made to sit down. The flight attendants then took special straps placed all
over the seats and belted us in tightly at the chest, waist and legs. We were
tied in so tight we couldn’t move. Naturally I felt ridiculous dressed in my
wedding gown in this situation, though secretly I felt aroused under all the
garments I was made to wear. Of course Marti told the stewardess about the
“special” purse flask and to make sure it was kept filled during the flight.
Through
the plane’s window, I saw Marti the Nun and the Bride’s Maids return to the
back seat of the limousine, as the chauffeur closed the door, then got in the
front seat and drove the car away. When would be the next time they would
spring this vicious trap on the next unsuspecting male to enter that hotel?
During this time, the flight attendants closed the plane door, as the pilot
taxied the small jet down the runway for take-off. The Flight attendant then put on typical Muslim female
dress. They were totally covered except
for their eyes. One of the attendants
approached and said, "You should relax and enjoy the trip as we are headed
for the Middle East. Women in Moslem
countries are not allowed to show their faces. They must remain covered at all
times. You two will bring a high price
in any country, as white brides and blonde hair, blue eyed men are very much in
demand. Consider they will get a little extra ‘treat’ when they discover what
you two REALLY are!”
The
next couple of days were a blur of events, Monica. I eventually came to in Hasim's harem. It was a guilded jail in the middle of nowhere, from which there
was no escape. I don't have any idea as
to what became of Sheila or Dick Hertz.
Once Hasim discovered how he had been defrauded, I became more valuable
to him as a tool of revenge on Marti, Mike and Bill, and the other members of
the white slavery ring, but that is another story. Eventually I gained my freedom and got back to the States. Hasim was a big help, but that is also
another story.