Part 1

About once a month my friends and I would go fishing at a local lake or river. It was our time to get away, and we looked forward to it. This month we were at a local river, with myself and 6 others. There were both boys and girls on our group.

I informed the group that I was going to go down river a little bit. This was my usual course of action, I liked to be by myself sometimes and I would find a quiet place and then set up shot. After a few hours I return back to my friends and get a beer and a dog from our grill.

I was wearing a pair of camo pants; they were a little baggy on my but fit pretty well, as well as white socks, a pair of high ankle water proof brown boots, a black t-shirt and a black baseball hat. About ¾ of a mile from my friends I found a fallen log next to the river, and sat down on it to start my day.

It was an old river, and I was deep in the woods. Being around only myself was nice, as I could watch the animals, and in general relax. Also, I wasn't made fun of for the small fish I was catching.

I heard the crunching of leaves behind me, and I turned around to see a forest preserve cop walking towards me. I thought nothing of it and began to stand up and remove my wallet, to show him my fishing license.

"Howdy buddy", he said politely.

"What can I do for ya officer", was my response.

Oh you kids, you know the drill", he said with a slight laugh. "License and registration."

While he was not a cop I had seen before, we often were asked for our licenses by cops and this was nothing out of the ordinary. We made small talk until he interrupted the conversation about the local football team with "Your bobber's down".

I turned around and began to real in a small bluegill. It was fun, but by no means impressive.

"Is that your bait?" the cop asked with a laugh.

"Oh ha ha," I replied.

I un-hooked the fish and went to toss it into the water. In the process though it flopped out of my hand and into the bucket.

"Sir, that is a very undersized fish," the officer said, "What the hell do you think your doing?"

"I'm sorry officer, it just slipped," I replied.

"Hands up, you little jerks are keeping undersized fish I know it," the officer said calmly.

"Is this your idea of a joke?" I asked, raising my hands to shoulder height.

"I said hands up, now!" The officer said more firmly.

With one hand he removed his handcuffs, and with the other he spun me around effortlessly. I only weigh 130lbs, and he was well into the 200's, muscular and not un-attractive. He forced me to bend over the fallen log, and then swung my hands behind me. I heard clicks, and felt cold metal encircle my wrists.

"Sir is this really necessary?", I asked, "It was a simple mistake."

"Shut up," was all he said.

He leaned over me, and I felt his hips wiggle. There was a click, and I was trying to figure out what was going on when his hands went past my face.

"What the hea.....mmmm....mmmmphmmm" I mumbled as out of no where a red ball filled my mouth.

What the hell was a cop doing with a ball gag?! It filled my mouth and stretched my jaws to the open position, forcing my tongue down.

Once I was gagged, he leaned onto me, and his hands slid down my slim body. I was so confused and so scared, but as his hands slid over my athletic ass I felt an erection poking into the wooden log. Soon he was moaning slightly from atop me as my body was groped and roamed by the officer's hands.

"Stand up girly", he ordered.

"girly?" What the hell is that?

He pushed me forward, and I began to walk down the river with his hand in the small of my back. I knew that gagged and with my hands useless, there was no chance for escape so I went wherever he pushed me. Over branches, through bushes, and farther from my friends. Occasionally his hand would come down hard on my butt. Soon, we approached a small wooden shack. The cop ordered me to stand still, and then opened the door. Standing in the doorway, he grabbed my crotch and pulled me inside. Once inside, he smiled, and continued to hold my crotch. He was firm but not painful, and soon my cock began to grow despite my moans and please to stop.

"You're going to do exactly as I tell you, correct girly?" the cop said.

My eyes were closed from the pleasurable massage I was getting, so I slowly nodded my head in the affirmative.

"Good girl", he said quietly.

I felt his other hand now unbutton my camo pants, which fell to the floor. As they fell, a dramatic gasp left my lips which made the cop chuckle. Now I stepped out of my pants which the officer folded neatly next to me. He then removed my socks and boots, so that from the waist down I was only covered in my tighty whiteys.

The officer next got on his knees, and began to use his lips on my cock. This gay cop had me in his power, and my cock was soon obeying his every caress. As my knees grew weak, he bit onto the lip of my waist band, and bending at the waist slid them down until they were off, folded on the floor.

He now walked behind me and I could hear the tinkling of chains. Soon there was weight added to my handcuffs, and the officer pulled on a long chain that was connected to the ceiling. This pulled my hands up toward the ceiling, and as he pulled, I was bent over at the waist until my head was parallel with the floor. The officer went into a closet, and returned with a shinny pair of pants. As it turned out, they were latex, black leggings. I was forced to lift one leg and then the other and the officer then lifted his latex leggings up my body, smoothing them out as they went up. They were so tight, and restricted me, covering my legs in black from the ankle to the waist. I heard a loud zip, and hot humid air grazed my rear end. It was now that I realized that these leggings had a zipper crotch.

I smelled something, and then a cool gel touched my rear end, as something was being squeezed into my ass. With one hand the cop slid the butt plug into my ass, and with the other he massaged my butt cheeks. Soon my ass slid down onto the intruder and my muscles tightened around it with my face clenched tight.

Next the officer pulled out a pair of black leather shorts. They were really thick leather, and had buckles and locks from them. He ordered me to lift one leg at a time, and I obeyed. They slid past the latex with ease and then were at my waist. The officer paused to zip up my rear flap, and then pulled them up. There was a belt around the waist and when it was tight, he padlocked it. Then he pulled a belt tight across my thigh and locked it, then again on the other thigh.

"That's a chastity device slave, it is a tight leather shorts that will allow you some feeling, but not enough to get off girly", he said.

I had a huge hard on, and he massaged my pants. Sure enough, his sensations were just barley enough to keep me unsoft, but he could not manipulate my cock enough to make me cum.

He walked away with a smile, and came back from the closet with an evil grin. He held up a pair of high heels, they were black with a strap that would go around your ankle. I was terrified. I knew nothing about high heels, but they were well over 5 inch heels, stiletto pumps.

Forcefully he lifted my left leg, making me balance on my right. Soon he let go and the left foot hit the ground hard, encased in the heel. He then did the same with my other leg.

Next he released the chain from my hand cuffs, and walked me back a few steps, my hands still behind me. There were chains on the floor, and attached to them were leather ankle cuffs. Man this guy was prepared.

My legs were spread wide and then cuffed to the floor.

"I'm going to release your hands slave, I suggest you don't do anything stupid", he said.

I nodded looking into his now cold eyes.

My hands were released, and then he went to his closet, and pulled out a top made from the same latex as my leggings. He ordered me to put my hands up, and it slid over my chest. It had short sleeves that stopped at my biceps and like the leggings it was very tight. Once it was on, the officer pulled out matching opera gloves, which he skillfully slid down my hands.

Now dressed, he lowered chains from the ceiling with matching cuffs, and attached them to my wrists. I was now spread eagle.

He removed my cap, and then my gag. I did not say a word as a dildo gag was pulled from his closet, and flew directly into my mouth. It was secured behind my head, and I had to adjust it with my tongue so I wouldn't choke. This made the Master laugh, as I assume the movements made him think I was sucking on it.

"Whore", he said with a laugh.

Finally, he pulled out a hood again made of the shinny black latex. I had no choice, so I lowered my head to let him put it on me easier. He smiled, said good girl, and then placed it on my head. It had a mouth a nose opening, but apparently there were no eye wholes. The mouth hole was useless thanks to the gag though.

There was a click on the side of my face and the Officer pulled off the blindfold.

He was standing in front of me, with a stern look. There was a wood furnace in the corner, and it was burning brightly. He picked up my neatly folded male clothing, opened the door to the furnace, and threw them all in, making the fire roar to life.

"You won't need that stupid male clothing anymore. Not a bad job for only a morning of hunting. I think I can bag another one though, so I am going back out after one of your friends, or two. Wish me luck!" he said, picking up the ball gag, and walking out the door.

Hours later the door opened and I was startled as I had not heard the officer coming. I heard the cop moaning slightly, and then female screams and moans. I strained to see what was happening.

Suddenly a body came flying into the shack. It was Samantha!

Samantha was a good friend of mine, only 20 years old, she weighed about 90 lbs. She was very athletic; I had met her playing hockey. She was very nice but not someone I wanted to mess with.

Samantha was wearing very tight jeans; they showed off her athletic heart shaped ass well. She also had white socks on, and low top brown hiking boots. Her chest was covered in a brown shirt that said "get hooked" on it. It was tight, and her ample chest was well shown, as well as her tight abs.

The cop walked in, out of breath and shut the door. It was only now that I noticed that Samantha was also handcuffed, and her mouth was filled with a ball gag, the same one I had had.

Samantha looked at me, and I could see a look of fear in her eyes, even though she did not know it was me.

While she was distracted, the cop grabbed her and harshly pulled her into him. One hand choked her around the neck while the other roughly grabbed her left tit. I was helpless to help her as he talked to her.

"You have no chance of getting away," he said, "If you don't stop right now you are going to be brutally, and I mean brutally raped and hurt. Understand?"

Slowly Samantha stopped fighting back, and with a light moan, she said ok.

With that settled, he threw her to the ground, and straddled her doggy style. He reached around her, and unsnapped her pants. He slid down to her ankles, and with 3 or 4 hard pulls, yanked off her pants. He then turned her over, and sat on her stomach, his back to her face. He bent at the waist and untied her boots throwing them to the corner. Her socks were soon to follow.

He roughly played with her pussy, threw the red cotton panties. She squealed and rolled side to side under him, kicking her legs. Finally he removed her panties, and she was naked from the waist down.

My cock strained to break free of its leather prison as she was ordered to stand. He made her spin, and model her naked ass to humiliate her. He then ordered her to bend over at the waist. I knew what was coming, but could not stop it. She was first blindfolded, and then he walked behind her. The moment the big black butt plug touched her ass she jumped. As he increased pressure, she resisted him. A loud slap on her ass made her stop fidgeting, but nothing could stop her whining from beneath the gag.

Once it was in, he did the same to her exposed vagaina. The big black dildo was huge and it looked as though it would tear her in half. Finally it was in, and she stood up.

"Those legs are just too damn sexy to cover," he said.

With that, he removed a pair of black latex hot pants from the closet, and ordered her to lift her legs one at a time. She was slid into the hot pants, and they kept the plug and dildo in tight.

The officer then pulled out a pair of black leather knee high girls boots; they had spike high heels of about 6 inches. He laid them in front of Samantha. He then reached behind her, and removed her cuffs.

"You need to know who the boss slut is", he said.

He ordered her to put the boots on, and she grimaced in agony at the idea. She looked into my eyes, and I nodded that is the right thing to do. She sat down on her rear, which made her jump when the plug slid in farther. She slid her legs, one at a time into the boots, zipped them up, and then stood.

"Loose the top slut", the cop said.

Samantha blushed in shame as her large boobs were displayed after her brown shirt was lifted off her. She quickly unsnapped her lace bra, and slid it off, throwing it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

"Gooood", he said.

He ordered her to come to him, and lift her arms. Nervously and scared she walked to him and did as ordered. He slid on a long sleeve latex top much like mine. It was then that I noticed that it had two small wholes in the front. With her arms still in the air, he manipulated her tits until her nipples stuck out of the two holes. She moaned and grimaced as he played with them, and then she was ordered to lower her hands behind her. First he added opera gloves to her wrists, overlapping the long sleeves. Next a black leather armbinder was added, pinning in her arms and forcing her ample chest out. The straps went over he shoulders and she was helpless.

A posture collar was added next, black with red ribs. It was made of latex, and her head could not move once it was on. He then roughly had her step into a matching waist corset. She was so slim to begin with, but once he had roughly tightened the straps, her waist was even smaller. Every pull and knot made drool and moans come from Samantha's mouth.

He then pulled out a long sheet of leather with buckles. He wrapped it around her legs, from her hips to her ankles, and began to buckle it. I realized it was a hobble skirt. He pulled it tightly around her, and buckled it as tight as possible. She could now only take very tiny, mincing steps.

He then pulled out a hood. Hers was identical to mine, but had a hole in the back of the hood, which he pulled her long blond hair through. She now had a ponytail that went down to her wrists.

Finally, severe nipple clamps were added to her exposed nipples. He informed her, this was the treatment she would get for resisting. Samantha gasped and moaned as she was led to the wall. He pulled a short change from the wall and connected it to her collar. He then reached in the back of her hobble skirt, and moved his hand around. There was a click, and suddenly Samantha moaned loudly as a humming started in her butt. He continued to group her, and a chorus of moans left Samantha's gagged mouth as her crotch hummed. He played with her face as even more humming started, now from her head, then left her, walking to me.

"You however have been a good girl," he said.

I nodded as he unchained me. He held my waistband and led me behind Samantha. I was forced on to all fours and he made me look down. I heard loud clanging and metal on metal, which got closer to me. I was told to turn around on all fours, and a large dog cage awaited me. It was on the floor, and I crawled into it.

Once inside, the cop made me stick my hands out through the cage bars, and added black thick mittens much like the shorts I wore. Damn, now I couldn't get these heels off.

He locked the cage with a huge padlock.

"Enjoy the view slave", he said as he walked out of the shack, slapping Samantha's ass on the way.

He was right; the seam of Samantha's hobble skirt allowed me a great view to her sexy rear entrance. It was all too much, and with my mittened hands I tried to get myself through the chastity shorts. I failed though, and since I could lay down, I fell asleep. Samantha unfortunately was forced to stand the whole night, on her 6 inch heels, with the plug, gag, and dildo all vibrating, undulating, expanding and contracting.

I woke up the next morning as the officer, now dressed in jeans in a t-shirt, opened my cage door. I saw Samantha; she was breathing hard, sweat pouring down her body and juices running down the back of her legs.

I was led out, and ordered to stand. A one foot chain was attached to the ankle cuffs that the officer had left on my ankles. Then my wrist cuffs, also from the night before, were padlocked behind my back. A posture collar, identical to Samantha's, was placed on my neck and I was forced to look ahead. I was led behind Samantha, and a chain was connected from my collar, to a ring at the end of her armbinder, where her fingers would normally be. The chain was about 4 feet long.

The cop now unchained Samantha from the wall, but held the short chain in his hand. With a solid smack on her ass, he forced her, and in turn me, to follow him out the shack. With the hobble skirt, he had to lift her down the stairs outside the shack. We then headed north down a path, even farther from where I was captured. We walked two miles, which would usually take me about 45 minutes. With Samantha's hobbled skirt, I was forced to walk behind her as she shimmied down the path, constant humming and moans coming from her body. We had to walk through mud, rocks, bushes, branches and everything. Finally, 5 and half hours later we came to a dirty road where a white van was parked.

Samantha was hoisted into the van, as I was ordered to stand still. She was carried into the back of the van, over the cops shoulder. There was a bench I could see, and I knew she would be on it. The cop slowly and tenitivly removed her arm binder.

I thought this would be the cue for Samantha to take a swing at him, but instead she slowly pulled her hands in front of her, and rubbed them.

She was then lifted onto the bench, and laid on her back. Her arms were pulled above her, and leather cuffs soon imprisoned her hands above her. Leather straps were then placed on her elbows, over her armpits and upper chest, just below her tits, over her hip bones, her thighs, below the knees, and then over the ankles. She was thoroughly immobilized.

"For being good this time," he said, and reached under her.

Soon, the humming stopped, and then he completely removed her gag.

I was then lead onto another bench, opposite of Samantha across the van, head to toe. My hands were briefly uncuffed, and then re-cuffed in front of me. I was laid on the bench, and then tied in an identical way to Samantha, with the straps holding me down tightly. I wiggled slightly only to learn that escape was impossible. The officer removed my gag.

"You're a very good girl," he said "You're going to do fine for the company."

I expected him to walk out, but he bent at the waist, and his lips touched mine. My eyes closed and my face grimaced, but soon, I found my lips accepting his tongue. I couldn't help it, and my cock grew from under the leather shorts. My moans of fear slowly turned into heavy gasps as he made out with me. He slowly then pulled away from me.

"Very good." He said.

With that he turned around and walked out of the van shutting the door and locking it with about 15 locks. I heard the front door open, shut, and then the van start and we were on our way.

I heard Samantha whimper, and struggle alittle. I was nervous about her, she was always a hard ass girl, but I knew her very well and when pushed she rarely pushed back.

"You ok Sam?" I asked.

"Da...Danny?" She asked, "Is that you?"

"Yes," I replied, "I was kidnapped about an hour before you were."

"I was fishing, and then suddenly some cop came out of no where and handcuffed me saying that I was wanted for possession. I kicked and screamed, but he kept grabbing me and before I knew it, well, you saw. What are we going to do? I'm scared!"

"We are going to do exactly what he wants, understand?" I asked.

"Yea..." she said, "Yea I guess that's right. Are you...scared?"

"Yes," I replied.

After a few hours and short small talk between Sam and me we stopped. There was a pause, and the back door opened. With my posture collar I couldn't see, but I heard the cop's voice say "The male one first".

Soon a very large and muscular naked black man entered the van, and clicked something onto my collar. He then removed all my straps, and told me to keep my hands in front of me. A large padlock connected the handcuffs to my chastity shorts as he stood up.

I was led out of the van where the cop waited, grabbing the collar's ring and holding it with his index finger. I heard moans as Samantha received the same treatment. The black man carried her out of the van, and a chain was connected to her collar, as was one to mine.

It was now that I saw the huge mansion in front of me. Green plants surrounded it, and the place seemed to have a million rooms and windows, with huge white columns in front of the light green and white house. It was beautiful.

We were lead inside, and for the first time Samantha and I were separated. The black man lead Sam's moaning and squealing body down one corridor as I was led by the officer down another. Every once in awhile he would caress a nipple, slap my ass, or squeeze my crotch.

Soon I entered a room with the cop, and he began to remove all of the things that bound me until I was standing before him wearing only my chastity shorts and collar. Being naked before him gave me an erection, which I could not satisfy with the stupid shorts on.

"You have exactly two seconds to kneel before I punish the hell out of you", the officer said.

With a "Yes Sir", I immediately knelt before him, with my hands on my knees. He laughed as he walked behind me.

"Well well, you learn quickly don't you? One days hunting and I know I have at least one good slave." He said. "Keep this up slave you are doing well. The same can not be said for your friend. You will want to please me slave, me being pleased means good things for you. You will do what your told, or suffer the consequences. Understood?"

"Yes Sir". I replied.

"You will enter the shower and change. Once done, shower and clean yourself. There will be clothes waiting for you on your bed. Get dressed and then await my return," he continued.

With that said, he walked out. I looked around the room; it was just like a cheap motel room. I tried the door and it was locked. The room was plain and poorly lit. One queen size bed, lamp, dresser and night stand, that was about it. There were rings all over the walls and I bet you can guess what that was for. The bathroom had a toilet, and a shower. That was about it. There was a small sink too. Deciding I didn't want to upset the officer, I got in the shower and cleaned my self through the flickering light with soap and water. The soap smelled very feminine, like flowers or something.

Soon I got out and dried myself off. Things looked no different in my room, besides a new pile of clothes on my bed.

In terror, I looked at the pile of clothes, and immediately recognized them as a school girl's uniform. White blouse, red plaid skirt, high white socks, and Mary Janes, they were all there.

I slid the skirt on first. I had no undies because pf the chastity shorts. I then put on the top. It was a white button up blouse that was a bit too tight for a female's chest, probably built with a male in mind. For me however if fight snuggly and showed of my chest. Soon the long white socks slid up my slim legs. I had somewhat hairy legs, but had seen nothing that would allow me to shave in the shower. I sat on the bed, and placed the shoes on. Man alive they were so tight and high!

Then I waited on the bed, legs crossed...


Part 2 (added: 03/05/2010)

About once a month my friends and I would go fishing at a local lake or river. It was our time to get away, and we looked forward to it. This month we were at a local river, with myself and 6 others. There were both boys and girls on our group.

I informed the group that I was going to go down river a little bit. This was my usual course of action, I liked to be by myself sometimes and I would find a quiet place and then set up shot. After a few hours I return back to my friends and get a beer and a dog from our grill.

I was wearing a pair of camo pants; they were a little baggy on my but fit pretty well, as well as white socks, a pair of high ankle water proof brown boots, a black t-shirt and a black baseball hat. About ¾ of a mile from my friends I found a fallen log next to the river, and sat down on it to start my day.

It was an old river, and I was deep in the woods. Being around only myself was nice, as I could watch the animals, and in general relax. Also, I wasn't made fun of for the small fish I was catching.

I heard the crunching of leaves behind me, and I turned around to see a forest preserve cop walking towards me. I thought nothing of it and began to stand up and remove my wallet, to show him my fishing license.

"Howdy buddy", he said politely.

"What can I do for ya officer", was my response.

Oh you kids, you know the drill", he said with a slight laugh. "License and registration."

While he was not a cop I had seen before, we often were asked for our licenses by cops and this was nothing out of the ordinary. We made small talk until he interrupted the conversation about the local football team with "Your bobber's down".

I turned around and began to real in a small bluegill. It was fun, but by no means impressive.

"Is that your bait?" the cop asked with a laugh.

"Oh ha ha," I replied.

I un-hooked the fish and went to toss it into the water. In the process though it flopped out of my hand and into the bucket.

"Sir, that is a very undersized fish," the officer said, "What the hell do you think your doing?"

"I'm sorry officer, it just slipped," I replied.

"Hands up, you little jerks are keeping undersized fish I know it," the officer said calmly.

"Is this your idea of a joke?" I asked, raising my hands to shoulder height.

"I said hands up, now!" The officer said more firmly.

With one hand he removed his handcuffs, and with the other he spun me around effortlessly. I only weigh 130lbs, and he was well into the 200's, muscular and not un-attractive. He forced me to bend over the fallen log, and then swung my hands behind me. I heard clicks, and felt cold metal encircle my wrists.

"Sir is this really necessary?", I asked, "It was a simple mistake."

"Shut up," was all he said.

He leaned over me, and I felt his hips wiggle. There was a click, and I was trying to figure out what was going on when his hands went past my face.

"What the hea.....mmmm....mmmmphmmm" I mumbled as out of no where a red ball filled my mouth.

What the hell was a cop doing with a ball gag?! It filled my mouth and stretched my jaws to the open position, forcing my tongue down.

Once I was gagged, he leaned onto me, and his hands slid down my slim body. I was so confused and so scared, but as his hands slid over my athletic ass I felt an erection poking into the wooden log. Soon he was moaning slightly from atop me as my body was groped and roamed by the officer's hands.

"Stand up girly", he ordered.

"girly?" What the hell is that?

He pushed me forward, and I began to walk down the river with his hand in the small of my back. I knew that gagged and with my hands useless, there was no chance for escape so I went wherever he pushed me. Over branches, through bushes, and farther from my friends. Occasionally his hand would come down hard on my butt. Soon, we approached a small wooden shack. The cop ordered me to stand still, and then opened the door. Standing in the doorway, he grabbed my crotch and pulled me inside. Once inside, he smiled, and continued to hold my crotch. He was firm but not painful, and soon my cock began to grow despite my moans and please to stop.

"You're going to do exactly as I tell you, correct girly?" the cop said.

My eyes were closed from the pleasurable massage I was getting, so I slowly nodded my head in the affirmative.

"Good girl", he said quietly.

I felt his other hand now unbutton my camo pants, which fell to the floor. As they fell, a dramatic gasp left my lips which made the cop chuckle. Now I stepped out of my pants which the officer folded neatly next to me. He then removed my socks and boots, so that from the waist down I was only covered in my tighty whiteys.

The officer next got on his knees, and began to use his lips on my cock. This gay cop had me in his power, and my cock was soon obeying his every caress. As my knees grew weak, he bit onto the lip of my waist band, and bending at the waist slid them down until they were off, folded on the floor.

He now walked behind me and I could hear the tinkling of chains. Soon there was weight added to my handcuffs, and the officer pulled on a long chain that was connected to the ceiling. This pulled my hands up toward the ceiling, and as he pulled, I was bent over at the waist until my head was parallel with the floor. The officer went into a closet, and returned with a shinny pair of pants. As it turned out, they were latex, black leggings. I was forced to lift one leg and then the other and the officer then lifted his latex leggings up my body, smoothing them out as they went up. They were so tight, and restricted me, covering my legs in black from the ankle to the waist. I heard a loud zip, and hot humid air grazed my rear end. It was now that I realized that these leggings had a zipper crotch.

I smelled something, and then a cool gel touched my rear end, as something was being squeezed into my ass. With one hand the cop slid the butt plug into my ass, and with the other he massaged my butt cheeks. Soon my ass slid down onto the intruder and my muscles tightened around it with my face clenched tight.

Next the officer pulled out a pair of black leather shorts. They were really thick leather, and had buckles and locks from them. He ordered me to lift one leg at a time, and I obeyed. They slid past the latex with ease and then were at my waist. The officer paused to zip up my rear flap, and then pulled them up. There was a belt around the waist and when it was tight, he padlocked it. Then he pulled a belt tight across my thigh and locked it, then again on the other thigh.

"That's a chastity device slave, it is a tight leather shorts that will allow you some feeling, but not enough to get off girly", he said.

I had a huge hard on, and he massaged my pants. Sure enough, his sensations were just barley enough to keep me unsoft, but he could not manipulate my cock enough to make me cum.

He walked away with a smile, and came back from the closet with an evil grin. He held up a pair of high heels, they were black with a strap that would go around your ankle. I was terrified. I knew nothing about high heels, but they were well over 5 inch heels, stiletto pumps.

Forcefully he lifted my left leg, making me balance on my right. Soon he let go and the left foot hit the ground hard, encased in the heel. He then did the same with my other leg.

Next he released the chain from my hand cuffs, and walked me back a few steps, my hands still behind me. There were chains on the floor, and attached to them were leather ankle cuffs. Man this guy was prepared.

My legs were spread wide and then cuffed to the floor.

"I'm going to release your hands slave, I suggest you don't do anything stupid", he said.

I nodded looking into his now cold eyes.

My hands were released, and then he went to his closet, and pulled out a top made from the same latex as my leggings. He ordered me to put my hands up, and it slid over my chest. It had short sleeves that stopped at my biceps and like the leggings it was very tight. Once it was on, the officer pulled out matching opera gloves, which he skillfully slid down my hands.

Now dressed, he lowered chains from the ceiling with matching cuffs, and attached them to my wrists. I was now spread eagle.

He removed my cap, and then my gag. I did not say a word as a dildo gag was pulled from his closet, and flew directly into my mouth. It was secured behind my head, and I had to adjust it with my tongue so I wouldn't choke. This made the Master laugh, as I assume the movements made him think I was sucking on it.

"Whore", he said with a laugh.

Finally, he pulled out a hood again made of the shinny black latex. I had no choice, so I lowered my head to let him put it on me easier. He smiled, said good girl, and then placed it on my head. It had a mouth a nose opening, but apparently there were no eye wholes. The mouth hole was useless thanks to the gag though.

There was a click on the side of my face and the Officer pulled off the blindfold.

He was standing in front of me, with a stern look. There was a wood furnace in the corner, and it was burning brightly. He picked up my neatly folded male clothing, opened the door to the furnace, and threw them all in, making the fire roar to life.

"You won't need that stupid male clothing anymore. Not a bad job for only a morning of hunting. I think I can bag another one though, so I am going back out after one of your friends, or two. Wish me luck!" he said, picking up the ball gag, and walking out the door.

Hours later the door opened and I was startled as I had not heard the officer coming. I heard the cop moaning slightly, and then female screams and moans. I strained to see what was happening.

Suddenly a body came flying into the shack. It was Samantha!

Samantha was a good friend of mine, only 20 years old, she weighed about 90 lbs. She was very athletic; I had met her playing hockey. She was very nice but not someone I wanted to mess with.

Samantha was wearing very tight jeans; they showed off her athletic heart shaped ass well. She also had white socks on, and low top brown hiking boots. Her chest was covered in a brown shirt that said "get hooked" on it. It was tight, and her ample chest was well shown, as well as her tight abs.

The cop walked in, out of breath and shut the door. It was only now that I noticed that Samantha was also handcuffed, and her mouth was filled with a ball gag, the same one I had had.

Samantha looked at me, and I could see a look of fear in her eyes, even though she did not know it was me.

While she was distracted, the cop grabbed her and harshly pulled her into him. One hand choked her around the neck while the other roughly grabbed her left tit. I was helpless to help her as he talked to her.

"You have no chance of getting away," he said, "If you don't stop right now you are going to be brutally, and I mean brutally raped and hurt. Understand?"

Slowly Samantha stopped fighting back, and with a light moan, she said ok.

With that settled, he threw her to the ground, and straddled her doggy style. He reached around her, and unsnapped her pants. He slid down to her ankles, and with 3 or 4 hard pulls, yanked off her pants. He then turned her over, and sat on her stomach, his back to her face. He bent at the waist and untied her boots throwing them to the corner. Her socks were soon to follow.

He roughly played with her pussy, threw the red cotton panties. She squealed and rolled side to side under him, kicking her legs. Finally he removed her panties, and she was naked from the waist down.

My cock strained to break free of its leather prison as she was ordered to stand. He made her spin, and model her naked ass to humiliate her. He then ordered her to bend over at the waist. I knew what was coming, but could not stop it. She was first blindfolded, and then he walked behind her. The moment the big black butt plug touched her ass she jumped. As he increased pressure, she resisted him. A loud slap on her ass made her stop fidgeting, but nothing could stop her whining from beneath the gag.

Once it was in, he did the same to her exposed vagaina. The big black dildo was huge and it looked as though it would tear her in half. Finally it was in, and she stood up.

"Those legs are just too damn sexy to cover," he said.

With that, he removed a pair of black latex hot pants from the closet, and ordered her to lift her legs one at a time. She was slid into the hot pants, and they kept the plug and dildo in tight.

The officer then pulled out a pair of black leather knee high girls boots; they had spike high heels of about 6 inches. He laid them in front of Samantha. He then reached behind her, and removed her cuffs.

"You need to know who the boss slut is", he said.

He ordered her to put the boots on, and she grimaced in agony at the idea. She looked into my eyes, and I nodded that is the right thing to do. She sat down on her rear, which made her jump when the plug slid in farther. She slid her legs, one at a time into the boots, zipped them up, and then stood.

"Loose the top slut", the cop said.

Samantha blushed in shame as her large boobs were displayed after her brown shirt was lifted off her. She quickly unsnapped her lace bra, and slid it off, throwing it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

"Gooood", he said.

He ordered her to come to him, and lift her arms. Nervously and scared she walked to him and did as ordered. He slid on a long sleeve latex top much like mine. It was then that I noticed that it had two small wholes in the front. With her arms still in the air, he manipulated her tits until her nipples stuck out of the two holes. She moaned and grimaced as he played with them, and then she was ordered to lower her hands behind her. First he added opera gloves to her wrists, overlapping the long sleeves. Next a black leather armbinder was added, pinning in her arms and forcing her ample chest out. The straps went over he shoulders and she was helpless.

A posture collar was added next, black with red ribs. It was made of latex, and her head could not move once it was on. He then roughly had her step into a matching waist corset. She was so slim to begin with, but once he had roughly tightened the straps, her waist was even smaller. Every pull and knot made drool and moans come from Samantha's mouth.

He then pulled out a long sheet of leather with buckles. He wrapped it around her legs, from her hips to her ankles, and began to buckle it. I realized it was a hobble skirt. He pulled it tightly around her, and buckled it as tight as possible. She could now only take very tiny, mincing steps.

He then pulled out a hood. Hers was identical to mine, but had a hole in the back of the hood, which he pulled her long blond hair through. She now had a ponytail that went down to her wrists.

Finally, severe nipple clamps were added to her exposed nipples. He informed her, this was the treatment she would get for resisting. Samantha gasped and moaned as she was led to the wall. He pulled a short change from the wall and connected it to her collar. He then reached in the back of her hobble skirt, and moved his hand around. There was a click, and suddenly Samantha moaned loudly as a humming started in her butt. He continued to group her, and a chorus of moans left Samantha's gagged mouth as her crotch hummed. He played with her face as even more humming started, now from her head, then left her, walking to me.

"You however have been a good girl," he said.

I nodded as he unchained me. He held my waistband and led me behind Samantha. I was forced on to all fours and he made me look down. I heard loud clanging and metal on metal, which got closer to me. I was told to turn around on all fours, and a large dog cage awaited me. It was on the floor, and I crawled into it.

Once inside, the cop made me stick my hands out through the cage bars, and added black thick mittens much like the shorts I wore. Damn, now I couldn't get these heels off.

He locked the cage with a huge padlock.

"Enjoy the view slave", he said as he walked out of the shack, slapping Samantha's ass on the way.

He was right; the seam of Samantha's hobble skirt allowed me a great view to her sexy rear entrance. It was all too much, and with my mittened hands I tried to get myself through the chastity shorts. I failed though, and since I could lay down, I fell asleep. Samantha unfortunately was forced to stand the whole night, on her 6 inch heels, with the plug, gag, and dildo all vibrating, undulating, expanding and contracting.

I woke up the next morning as the officer, now dressed in jeans in a t-shirt, opened my cage door. I saw Samantha; she was breathing hard, sweat pouring down her body and juices running down the back of her legs.

I was led out, and ordered to stand. A one foot chain was attached to the ankle cuffs that the officer had left on my ankles. Then my wrist cuffs, also from the night before, were padlocked behind my back. A posture collar, identical to Samantha's, was placed on my neck and I was forced to look ahead. I was led behind Samantha, and a chain was connected from my collar, to a ring at the end of her armbinder, where her fingers would normally be. The chain was about 4 feet long.

The cop now unchained Samantha from the wall, but held the short chain in his hand. With a solid smack on her ass, he forced her, and in turn me, to follow him out the shack. With the hobble skirt, he had to lift her down the stairs outside the shack. We then headed north down a path, even farther from where I was captured. We walked two miles, which would usually take me about 45 minutes. With Samantha's hobbled skirt, I was forced to walk behind her as she shimmied down the path, constant humming and moans coming from her body. We had to walk through mud, rocks, bushes, branches and everything. Finally, 5 and half hours later we came to a dirty road where a white van was parked.

Samantha was hoisted into the van, as I was ordered to stand still. She was carried into the back of the van, over the cops shoulder. There was a bench I could see, and I knew she would be on it. The cop slowly and tenitivly removed her arm binder.

I thought this would be the cue for Samantha to take a swing at him, but instead she slowly pulled her hands in front of her, and rubbed them.

She was then lifted onto the bench, and laid on her back. Her arms were pulled above her, and leather cuffs soon imprisoned her hands above her. Leather straps were then placed on her elbows, over her armpits and upper chest, just below her tits, over her hip bones, her thighs, below the knees, and then over the ankles. She was thoroughly immobilized.

"For being good this time," he said, and reached under her.

Soon, the humming stopped, and then he completely removed her gag.

I was then lead onto another bench, opposite of Samantha across the van, head to toe. My hands were briefly uncuffed, and then re-cuffed in front of me. I was laid on the bench, and then tied in an identical way to Samantha, with the straps holding me down tightly. I wiggled slightly only to learn that escape was impossible. The officer removed my gag.

"You're a very good girl," he said "You're going to do fine for the company."

I expected him to walk out, but he bent at the waist, and his lips touched mine. My eyes closed and my face grimaced, but soon, I found my lips accepting his tongue. I couldn't help it, and my cock grew from under the leather shorts. My moans of fear slowly turned into heavy gasps as he made out with me. He slowly then pulled away from me.

"Very good." He said.

With that he turned around and walked out of the van shutting the door and locking it with about 15 locks. I heard the front door open, shut, and then the van start and we were on our way.

I heard Samantha whimper, and struggle alittle. I was nervous about her, she was always a hard ass girl, but I knew her very well and when pushed she rarely pushed back.

"You ok Sam?" I asked.

"Da...Danny?" She asked, "Is that you?"

"Yes," I replied, "I was kidnapped about an hour before you were."

"I was fishing, and then suddenly some cop came out of no where and handcuffed me saying that I was wanted for possession. I kicked and screamed, but he kept grabbing me and before I knew it, well, you saw. What are we going to do? I'm scared!"

"We are going to do exactly what he wants, understand?" I asked.

"Yea..." she said, "Yea I guess that's right. Are you...scared?"

"Yes," I replied.

After a few hours and short small talk between Sam and me we stopped. There was a pause, and the back door opened. With my posture collar I couldn't see, but I heard the cop's voice say "The male one first".

Soon a very large and muscular naked black man entered the van, and clicked something onto my collar. He then removed all my straps, and told me to keep my hands in front of me. A large padlock connected the handcuffs to my chastity shorts as he stood up.

I was led out of the van where the cop waited, grabbing the collar's ring and holding it with his index finger. I heard moans as Samantha received the same treatment. The black man carried her out of the van, and a chain was connected to her collar, as was one to mine.

It was now that I saw the huge mansion in front of me. Green plants surrounded it, and the place seemed to have a million rooms and windows, with huge white columns in front of the light green and white house. It was beautiful.

We were lead inside, and for the first time Samantha and I were separated. The black man lead Sam's moaning and squealing body down one corridor as I was led by the officer down another. Every once in awhile he would caress a nipple, slap my ass, or squeeze my crotch.

Soon I entered a room with the cop, and he began to remove all of the things that bound me until I was standing before him wearing only my chastity shorts and collar. Being naked before him gave me an erection, which I could not satisfy with the stupid shorts on.

"You have exactly two seconds to kneel before I punish the hell out of you", the officer said.

With a "Yes Sir", I immediately knelt before him, with my hands on my knees. He laughed as he walked behind me.

"Well well, you learn quickly don't you? One days hunting and I know I have at least one good slave." He said. "Keep this up slave you are doing well. The same can not be said for your friend. You will want to please me slave, me being pleased means good things for you. You will do what your told, or suffer the consequences. Understood?"

"Yes Sir". I replied.

"You will enter the shower and change. Once done, shower and clean yourself. There will be clothes waiting for you on your bed. Get dressed and then await my return," he continued.

With that said, he walked out. I looked around the room; it was just like a cheap motel room. I tried the door and it was locked. The room was plain and poorly lit. One queen size bed, lamp, dresser and night stand, that was about it. There were rings all over the walls and I bet you can guess what that was for. The bathroom had a toilet, and a shower. That was about it. There was a small sink too. Deciding I didn't want to upset the officer, I got in the shower and cleaned my self through the flickering light with soap and water. The soap smelled very feminine, like flowers or something.

Soon I got out and dried myself off. Things looked no different in my room, besides a new pile of clothes on my bed.

In terror, I looked at the pile of clothes, and immediately recognized them as a school girl's uniform. White blouse, red plaid skirt, high white socks, and Mary Janes, they were all there.

I slid the skirt on first. I had no undies because pf the chastity shorts. I then put on the top. It was a white button up blouse that was a bit too tight for a female's chest, probably built with a male in mind. For me however if fight snuggly and showed of my chest. Soon the long white socks slid up my slim legs. I had somewhat hairy legs, but had seen nothing that would allow me to shave in the shower. I sat on the bed, and placed the shoes on. Man alive they were so tight and high!

Then I waited on the bed, legs crossed...


Part 3

After what seemed like hours, I got bored. I walked around the room a bit and poked at different things. The bed smelled like sweat and smoke, the floors were dirty, but not disgusting. I became aware of the fact that my skirt was a bit too short, and when I bent over my chastity shorts were clearly visible.

Suddenly, a voice boomed over an un-seen loud speaker.

"Danny", said the voice, "you have done well so far and if you value your body you will do as told. Remove your shoes."

I looked around nervously, and then sat on the bed. Shyly, I lifted my leg and removed the shoes. With my hands wrapped around me, I nervously looked around.

"Place your shoes under the bed", said the voice, "and replace them with the shoes that are now under the bed."

I reached under, and discovered a pair of shoes that widened my eyes. The previous shoes had a brief heel; these had a massive 6 inch stiletto. I looked at them afraid, and looked around the room for an answer. No way could I walk in these shoes.

"Now Danny", said the voice", Time is wasting."

Slowly, I slide my right leg into the heel. My foot arched painfully and groaned as it adhered to the shoe.

The shoes were black stiletto pumps with a single ankle strap that went above my ankle. Without being told, I slid the strap around my ankle. I then switched feet and did the same to my left foot. Once finished, I adjusted my skirt, and looked around.

While waiting for, well, anything, there was a loud "snap!" I jumped, and looked at the source of the sound. The ankle straps, which I had myself buckled, were now locked with a practically microscopic lock that I had not seen before. A few soft pulls and I knew that there was no way they were coming off

"You will now law on the bed, on your stomach. Reach under the pillow, and pull the straps out," boomed the intimidating voice, "the small ones go on your ankles and the big ones go around those delicious thighs of yours Danny."

I jumped, then nodded, and then rolled onto my stomach obediently. With my legs straight out, I pulled out a set of four black thick padded leather straps. I was unsure if I was allowed to lay on my side or roll over, so while on my back, I lifted my leg as close to my waist as possible. I reached behind myself while on my stomach, and one at a time applied the ankle cuffs to my high heeled legs. Once they were on, I exhaled and lowered my legs. While still on my stomach, I applied the thigh cuffs, which attached to me just below my small skirt. I crossed my legs at my ankles, put my head in my hands, and awaited the next order.

"In the drawer to the nightstand Danny", the voice started, "There is a ball gag. Lick it, kiss it, and then insert it. You will lock it around your head, the ball behind your teeth."

I whimpered a little, then moaned and nodded. While not getting off my stomach I reached into the night stand drawer and pulled out a bright white ball gag with black straps.

As I inspected it, there was a slight hum. I glanced over my shoulder as all the leg straps tightened slightly. Again I moaned.

"Stay on task slut!" the voice boomed.

I looked back to the gag as a snap signaled that the locks on the leg straps had engaged. Slowly, my tongue tentatively licked the gag, and then kissed it as I tried to contain my tears.

Slowly I pulled the straps behind my head, which inserted the circular orb into my mouth. A few soft mews escaped my lips as the gag slowly slid behind my teeth. When it could slide no more, I closed the clasp on the strap. Almost instantly there was a loud snap. My eyes closed and my breathing picked up from the fear. For a few seconds, on my stomach I laid there.

"We have a treat for you slut," the voice said in particular delight, "That gag was sprayed with a very effective Afrodzciak. Your going to be very aroused in a few minutes my dear..."

Oh how I wish he would stop calling me that. This had to be a bluff, I mean, there is no way I could get now, was there?

There was a loud, sudden pop, and my chastity shorts loosened. I looked down and saw the lock was free. In seconds I slid them off my legs and kicked them to the corner.

"I'm glad you removed those baby", said the voice, "You can replace them with the pair that is under the other pillow."

I quickly reached under, and found a pair of purple, lacey thong panties. With a frown and a moan of displeasure, I slid them up my legs. They did not hold my penis well, and the stiff hunk of meat bobbed inside the thong sensually.

"The dresser over by the far wall, in the top drawer is a pair of black leather objects you have probably not seen before." said the voice, " Go get them, and then sit on the edge of the bed."

Terrified, I got off the bed. It was then that I noticed two things. The first was that my cock was actually a little stiff. I groaned in frustration and then whined. I whined again as I took my first step. I almost lost my balance and had to hold my hands out to the sides.

I wobbled, and teetered on my unbalanced legs until I practically fell on the drawer. I slumped against it, took a few breaths, and then opened the drawer and pulled out what was inside. The first was a pair of padded leather cuffs not unlike the thigh cuffs. The other was...something like a pair of padded leather boxing gloves.

The pain in my feet made me desperate for the bed, and I quickly put the gear in my hands, and hobbled over to the bed. I sat on the edge, out of breath and in pain.

I looked around, still gasping for air awaiting my next test.

"The two straps will go just above your elbows slave. Put them on now," boomed the voice."

This was a pretty easy order, so I slid them on. With fear and anticipation I looked at the weird gloves.

"Now slave, this will be difficult," said the voice, "You are to put on both of the gloves. The first will be easy, the second one will not be. You can use your mouth to help you. Hurry slave, no time for wasting."

As the first one went on my left hand, I came to a terrifying truth; this glove was designed to force my hands into a small fist. Once locked, there was not room for my hand to move in any way.

Still, I knew that I had no choice. With a moan, I put on the left glove. It seemed to suck in my hand, which was instantly crushed into a tiny fist. It had a built in strap that covered my wrist, and I locked it.

The right glove took several minutes to put on. It was easy to get my hand in, but with my other hand bound in a fist, and my mouth gagged, I really struggled. Eventually, I worked it on and the buckle finally slid home. I sat on the edge of the bed, my erection growing and my breath quickening.

"You're doing very well my little male tart", the voice taunted, "Now the really fun part. Lie on your stomach again."

With a moan and a whimper, I rolled onto the middle of the bed, on my stomach. My face was near the head of the bed, my painfully arched feet dangling off the edge.

"Now slut, you are to do exactly as I tell you. If you comply, you will receive a treat," the voice continued, "Reach your ankles back, until they are touching the thigh cuffs. I know it hurts, but I think you do it."

I groaned and with closed eyes lifted my feet into the air. I felt my quads strain as my heels finally poked my rear end.

"Good slave, very good!" the voice reassured. "Now hold that pose, one more thing and you will get your reward I promise. Put your hands behind you. I need you to try to hold your fisted hands with the opposite hand. All you need to do baby is make those fisted hands touch."

I clenched my eyes shut as I reached behind me. It was hard to not loose my balance on the bed. I wasn't allowed to move my legs, but had to put my hands behind me. I groaned and struggled, but soon got my hands behind me. I placed one fisted hand on top of the other.

Several things happened very fast. There were two loud, simultaneous snaps and my body jerked. In horror, I realized that my hands were now bound together painfully behind my back. Even more painful was the realization that somehow my ankles were cuffed to my thighs. While my legs were not cuffed together, I could not separate my ankles from my thighs.

I groaned loudly, moaning in pain. I tried to separate my wrists, and pull my legs back flat to the bed but it was hopeless.

A loud humming drew my attention, and I realized that my elbows were slowly drawing close.

With moans, and my body rolling on side to side I tried to stop it, but inch by inch my elbows drew close until they eventually touched.

Despite the pain, my cock was rock hard. I was whimpering like a whore, struggling and fighting as best as my bound body would let me.

With a loud thud, the door opened. As best I could I looked over my shoulder. The black man was standing there, butt naked. A huge black dick was standing at full attention, pointing at me. I tried to scream, and inch my body away as he stood there with his hands on his hips. The man simply starred at me with a smirk.

"You did very well young lady", the voice started, "This is your reward. Meet Thor. Thor is a worker here and has worked very hard lately. He needs a reward, and I couldn't think of a more perfect one then you baby. Thor, have fun with her."

"Yes Sir", the Thor said with a deep, booming voice. He smiled, and walked over to me. I watched as he very casually crawled onto the bed. He lay on his side, and stroked my blond head as if I was a pet cat.

"Have fun lil girl", the voice interrupted.

I lay on the bed motionless, staring straight ahead.

His hands were, I must admit, quite talented. They soothed me, and aroused me. Soon, he leaned into me and began to nibble on my ear.

He chuckled when a slight moan escaped my gagged lips. He sucked and nibbled on my ear as his hands slowly massaged my back. They were huge; it felt like they could encase my entire ribcage in the palm of his hands.

His hands massaged my cares away, but did not massage my erection away. From whatever was sprayed on the gag, and the touching of this man, my cock was begging for realize. I was so aroused; I offered no fight as his hand spread my legs apart.

"Oh how I love the frog-tie", Thor said as he climbed on me.

My whimpers created a chuckle from him, and they grew more intense as I felt a hand push the little thong out of my butt crack.

I began to struggle, my straight mind fighting a losing battle as Thor spread my legs and climbed between them.

I screamed as his huge, un-circumcised cock slid into my anal passage. One could see it had been awhile as he lost his previous tender nature. Within a dozen pumps, his cock was pounding into my ass. I was not gay, and this hurt. His cock was huge, pounding into my rear like a jack hammer. His moans of passion met my moans of pain to make a one sided love chorus.

My cock despite my mind's dislike was rock hard. With the sensations from my rear, and the pushing of my lace covered cock into the bed, I could feel a heat building in my balls.

I screamed and shook my head side to side. It was too much for us both. Thor saw me plead for this to stop and the dominance over me that I am sure he felt set him over the edge.

Cum splashed into my ass as he screamed and gritted his teeth. He dug his hands into my ribs and pounded into me deeper then before. He filled my anal passage, and this set me over. My cock erupted, spraying cum all over the inside of the lacey prison and onto the inside of the skirt. I screamed, my heart rate and breathing at a frantic pace as the cum shot all over my lower body.

Thor collapsed onto of me, his cock still in my ass. He slowly caught his breath, never pulling his cock out.

Finally, after about 15 minutes he moaned and got up, his cock pulling out of me with a pop.

He reached into the dresser draw and pointed what looked like a remote for the TV at me.

It beeped, and my legs jerked together. Now pinned, I couldn't even separate my legs. I moaned loudly, but a second beep released my ankles from my thighs. At least now I could straighten my body out.

Thor, still naked, hoisted me to my feet. He chuckled as he saw the cum on me, which made me blush. I tried to hide it, but Thor adjusted my skirt nicely and smiled.

"It's ok sexy," he said, "that happens to a lot of you slaves. Wait till you see your friend."

With a hand on either side of me, he walked behind me and guided me as I very, very slowly bunny hopped out the door. What was in the hallway shocked me.

I noticed three dominant people, and ONE submissive person.

The first Dom was a Mistress. She had the most beautiful legs, encased in a set of black leather high heeled boots...and that was it. Were large round breasts and bare pussy were on full display, and were amazing.

Next to her was another Mistress. I stared at her body, starting from the feet which were encased in black, 6 inch pumps, stilettos. Her beautiful legs were encased in nude pantyhose that went up to the hem of her micro mini patent leather skirt. Her torso was covered by a sleeveless white sheer button up blouse, her black lace bra clearly visible beneath. Her brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders to the small of her back.

Next to her was the same cop. He had a wicked smile on his face

The submissive was Samantha. She was standing in the middle of a device which could best be described as one of those things that hotels have to carry in luggage. She was facing away from me, but her head was turned and with the look on her face I knew that if she had not been tied spread eagle (standing) the way she was, she would have set a mile distance record. She was dressed in the exact same outfit as me with two acceptations. Her small belly bearing school girl blouse was torn at the neck line, revealing a touch more of her cleavage. Her skirt was also rolled up in the back. Since she was facing away from me, I could see several angry red marks that criss-crossed her ass. I stared at them.

"Someone has not been so willing to comply as you slave," The officer said. "My name, to you is Master. You see, I run this business as I am sure you have guessed. A business you ask? Well, it's really very simple."

I stood looking at him still bound.

"This is a sex slave business, and if you weren't a slut before you came here," he said pausing, "Then you will be one when you leave. These are the doctor's I employ, Miss Stevens, and Miss Kovolev. They are...specialists."

There was a pause, and then he turned slightly and with an open hand slapped Samantha so hard on her rear that I heard her moan and her bound knees buckled.

"This one first ladies," he said.

With his order, the two domme's bowed to him, and then wheeled Samantha out of view. I watched, wide eyed as she traveled down the hallway and around the corner, a chorus of moans slowly fading away.

The officer, or Master, winked at me, and then turned and walked away in the opposite direction until it was just Thor and I.

Thor showed some kindness and allowed me to sit.

"I would recommend that you obey little one," he said calmly. "I am almost triple your size, and Master has my complete devotion. I hope you don't think that came easily. Physically, I could crush him with ease...but I suck his cock the same way you will."

Thor sat across from me in the hallway, his muscles rippling like an ocean. How? Why? I mean, he was big enough to beat up anyone in the U.F.C., why was he so submissive to the officer?

For 30 minutes we sat in the hallway. I leaned against the wall; my legs stretched out and bound together. He sat Indian style. If it wasn't for what I wore, we looked like two dudes in a dorm room watching a game.

The ladies returned, and Thor greeted them. Immediately I noticed the missing Samantha.

Mrs. Stevens, the one in the Stiletto pumps, calmly grabbed the ring of my collar and stood me up. She looked into my eyes as if she was breaking me down into parts. Mrs. Kovolev, the one in the boots let her hands roam my body. It wasn't sexual, I was defiantly being examined.

Thor stood, and then groped my ass, kissed my ear, winked, and walked away the same way the officer did. While I looked at him over my shoulder, there was a click and slight weight on my collar. Mrs. Stevens had attached a leash, and began to walk away.

We walked down the hallway, Mrs. Stevens leading the way as her ass undulated before me. I bunny-hopped behind her, the beautiful Mrs. Kovolev walking behind me with her hands on my ribs so I didn't trip and damage their property.

After what seemed like several hours of hopping we entered a room. It looked like a room where surgeries are done, and in the center, around a plethora of dials and devices that all had lights and beeped, was a chair. It was, unfortunately for me, not just a chair but one of those chairs that you see at a gynecologist's place, with the stirrups for the woman's legs. As I was led to it, my eyes opened very wide as I noticed a large butt plug that extended up from the middle of the chair.

"Two wayz do do dish un," said Mrs. Kovolev, "Da easy way, wand da hard way."

Her accent, noticeably Russian was hard to understand, but the look on her face was understood in every language. I think, she almost wanted me to run.

There was a soft pop, and although all my cuffs stayed on the released and I was no longer bound. Confused, I looked at Mrs. Stevens who had a remote in her hand not unlike one used for a T.V.

She smirked at me, and I could tell that she had seen the expression I was giving a million times before.

We walked to the base of the chair, and stopped. It was then that Mrs. Stevens pointed the remote at the plug and pressed a button. The plug hummed, and the solid grey metal of the plug slowly turned into a soft pink glow, a slight humming come from the cruel protrusion. After she hit a second button, a small drop of clear liquid emerged from the head, and then dripped down the base. Soon, there was a steady stream of it, coating the now pink plug. Mrs. Kovolev walked from behind me, and with her hand pumped it a few times to make sure the liquid coated the plug evenly.

"You're a smart kid," Mrs. Stevens started, "So you know where that's going, don't you baby?"

I nodded to her, un-cuffed but still submissive to the predicament.

"Good, and I can tell that your going to comply, "She continued, "because if you didn't."

"You should see ma angry side," Mrs. Kovolev interrupted.

"Yes, yes my esteemed associate is correct." Mrs. Stevens continued, "You would see us not so nice. And a rear as pretty as yours, I would hate to see it marked like your friend's."

With that, Mrs. Kovolev clapped her hands in my ear, startling me for emphasis.

Slowly I nodded.

"Ok then," she started, "Up you go baby."

With that, Mrs. Stevens took my hand and led me up onto the chair. As my rear lowered near the plug's tip, Mrs. Kovolev pulled my thong aside.

VERY slowly, I lowered my hips as the plug easily entered me. I wanted to go millimeter by millimeter in an effort to ease the pain.

I yelped into my gag as Mrs. Kovolev put both her hands on my hips and slammed me down. I thought for sure that the plug would come out of my mouth. I clenched my face and whinned as the plug expanded my rear.

"No time fer washing", Mrs. Kovolev said with a glare. "Now, hands bewind you."

With a tear in my eye, I agreed and put my hands behind me, which was under me since the chair sat almost horizontal.

"Legs up sweet thing", Mrs. Stevens said.

I lifted my legs, and tenderly set them into the stirrups. As I did, Mrs. Stevens pressed a button and the magnets in my cuffs activated, pinning me into the stirrups.

The two ladies walked to the head of me, and it was then that I noticed the soothing feeling that the plug was giving me. My rear, which Thor had practically burst open, felt as if it was cool, healing, and relaxing around the plug.

As I thought of this, there was a mechanical sound from above my head. With each woman holding an end, a ring was lowered over my head. The ring was easily wide enough to go around my head. It lowered past my eyes, until it settled around my neck. Mrs. Stevens, who was on my right, reached around and removed my collar. I flexed my neck and rolled my head happy it was off.

The happiness was very short lived as Mrs. Kovolev pushed a button on the side of the ring and it snapped around my neck with violence. Within one second it had gone from almost a foot around my neck in all directions, to wrapped around my neck so tightly that this metal collar made me breath in short bursts.

Though I could not see it, a small L.E.D. screen on the left side read... "Slave's body detected...Situation normal...Ready for upload."

Mrs. Kovolev read the screen, and silently nodded to Mrs. Stevens.

The two of them caressed my chest, and then left the room. I was left there looking up at the ceiling, very exposed and very confused. My breathing was in short breaths, and coming very fast. The door shut with a loud ominous thud.

I stared up at the ceiling as the L.E.D. screen, which I could not see read "Uploading starting".

As it did, my body rocked into a trance as all of my muscles froze in a tight grip. My body stayed rigid and frozen in the chair as two things happened.

My brain was flooded with a wave of images. Though my eyes were closed, I could see images of woman pleasing men. They were always beautiful men and woman, pationatly making love. Usually the women were bound, and always in some form of lingerie or some other form skimpy clothing. No matter the clothing, the women were always submissive, always caring only that their man was pleased.

Then my mind went blank as the plug took over. It physically moved, a microscopic wire traveling through my anus, through my intestines until it was near my back. It then popped through the intestine wall, but with a small enough hole to not cause damage. It then connected with the back of my spine, attaching at the last vertebrae. A small orb traveled through the wire, and then latched onto my spinal cord. When it was connected, the wire retreated back into the plug.

The L.E.D. screen then read "Upload complete, slave ready...Have a good day."

I snapped out of my trance, breathing heavily, but calm. I looked around the room, my home. I really have to admit, even though it was a doctor's office Master did decorate it quite well.

Mrs. Kovolev and Mrs. Stevens walked in, and very casually released my bindings, and removed my gag. The plug and my lovely metal collar stayed on me. That pleased me, I mean, what would I do with out my favorite of Master's many gifts?

We calmly walked, with each Mistress holding one of my arms at the elbow, until we entered a room.

Standing there casually was my beautiful slave sister Samantha.

"Danielle!," She screamed the moment she saw me.

Like a scene from the sound of music, we ran to each other and embraced. We hugged warmly as the two Mistress left the room.

"How are you?" I asked.

"I am wonderful, and you?" she responded.

"Great grand and wonderful", I started, "I am so glad to see you! Aren't you glad Master found us?"

"Oh yes," she continued, "I could not be happier. So strong, so smart, so handsome. Wow are we lucky! I can't bel..."

There was a loud thud, and Master entered.

Without a sound, we fell to our knees in a calm stance.

Master calmly lifted a remote and fidgeted with buttons. Invisible to us, our collars both read "Slave status...Bimbo."

"Come here girls," he started, "I have a lollipop for you."

With that he dropped his pants, and his HUGE rod stuck out at us.

In perfect unison, we both said "Um...Like a lollipop? I love Lollipop's! Can we lick it like a lollipop?"

We ran over to him, and both licked the side of his cock. Our heads moved up and down his rod as with great pleasure we teased his dick.

"Mmm, tastes like peppermint", we said in stereo.

Master thumbed the remote, and our collars read "Slave modes offered...Bimbo...Maid... Prostitute... Puppy...Pony..." And the list went on.