FIRST TIME/LAST TIME

Wannabe sissy Jeffrey, alias CD ‘SissyDiana65’ had a secret kidnap fantasy. Sissy had been talking for some time to a guy online, calling himself Steve. They’d met on an adult site and had discovered a mutual interest in bondage games. Steve claimed he was a dom, sissy of course was a crossdressing sub. They’d been chatting for weeks, swapping fantasies, kinks and interests and Steve showed particular interest in the slut’s kidnap scenario. They discussed it for ages, sissy masturbating her little clit constantly as they chatted, until one day Steve suggested they act it out, sissy slut could go in the boot of Steve’s car and they’d drive back to Steve’s for a fun session. Steve didn’t live too far away after all. Sissy accepted the offer, though in ‘real life‘ her experience was WAY less than she had claimed in their online chatting, crossdressing a secret she kept very much to herself. Steve seemed genuine and sissy could tell he was no psycho, she knew she was a good judge of character. So eventually they arranged to meet at sissy’s place, Steve arrived in the early afternoon and drove his car into the garage.

Sissy met Steve there, dressed as a sissy slut of course, lingerie, stockings, suspenders, high heels, makeup, studded leather collar, chastity cage and a blonde wig. Her phone, wallet, house keys and the key to her chastity cage she had in a little handbag. Steve turned out to be a very handsome, well built man. He straight away said he loved the way sissy slut looked, so hot and sexy and was sissy still ok to go through with it? If not she could back out, no problems. Sissy said she was very keen, but a bit scared. Steve reassured her it was just a bit of role play, nothing to worry about, it’ll be fun, limits and ‘safe’ word respected. Sissy was reassured, so as they had discussed, Steve ballgagged the sissy slut and tied her arms behind her back, at wrists and elbows. Steve also put a blindfold and loose hood on the sissy and gently helped her into the car boot. To make it feel ‘authentic’, Steve then tied the sissy at the knees and ankles and went to close the boot, rendering her helpless in the dark. "You OK like that Diana?" Steve asked. Sissy nodded in respose. "Cool. Won't take long to get there", Steve assured her. The car boot slammed shut. Sissy was nervous, scared and totally sexually aroused by this time, her little sissy clit straining at the chasitity cage.  Total darkness enveloped her as they drove off. A long-held masturbatory fantasy was happening! At last! Finally she’d had the courage to do it! This was gonna be fantastic!!

 She didn’t realise that Steve had taken her handbag and found her phone…

However, after a while something did not seem quite right. Steve had said he lived about half an hours drive away, but surely more than an hour had passed, though it was hard to tell in sissy’s condition. The more time passed, the more the sissy started to worry, especially as the car seemed to now be on very winding roads. And worse, now it was bumpy and it sounded like they were on a dirt track. Sissy was seriously panicking by this time, but helpless to do anything. Eventually, after what seemed like more than two hours, the car finally pulled up and she heard the drivers door open and close. For five minutes there was silence. Then sissy heard footsteps approaching, and the boot lid was flung open. Sissy was glad of the fresh air but in a state of high panic, shaking her head and trying to say ‘stop’ and ‘please’ and ‘no, no’ from behind the tight ball gag. Sissy felt hands on her legs as the ropes were untied and strong hands helped her out of the car boot, her wrists and elbows still tied tight. After she stood on weak and wobbling legs the hood and blindfold were both whipped from her head. Sissy was shocked to see Steve standing there with another guy in a black balaclava who had a hand held video camera trained on the gagged slut. “Mmmm, ya caught a real nice one this time old mate” the cameraman gloated, “this sissy bitch is perfect! No one saw you take it?” “Nope” Steve replied, “Dumped its phone and its laptop. Disappeared the stupid cunt without a trace”. “Oh man, that is fucking PERFECT!” grinned balaclava man.

They appeared to be deep in the bush, hill country. Ahead was a cabin of medium size, very isolated. Miles from anywhere, smoke drifting from the chimney. Steve fixed a chain leash to the sissy’s collar and yanked on it, growling “come on cunt” and dragged her, tottering on her heels, towards the cabin, while guy no. 2 kept filming the action. Steve opened the door and dragged the terrified sissy into the cabin, dimly lit from the fireplace and dusty windows, only for sissy to see ANOTHER balaclava wearing guy standing there. Three of them! Oh fuck! And they were all big men.

As sissy’s eyes grew accustomed to the dim light she was horrified to see that the large room in which she stood was part dungeon, part torture chamber. There were racks of whips, floggers, crops, canes and paddles. Suspension frames. Hooks from the ceiling. Hoists. All sorts of benches and bondage chairs, some with stirrups, some with shackles. There was a smallish metal cage in the corner and near it a big iron framed bed, covered in what looked like rubber sheets. A huge selection of vibrators, plugs and dildos and other sex toys was arrayed on a large shelf on the wall, the anal devices ranging from big to massive, some spiked wickedly. Sissy could see several scary looking hoods, and coils of rope and chains, steel cuffs and slave collars and what appeared to be a selection of appalling gags. To her left was a cluster of electrical equipment, control boxes with knobs and dials, wires, cables and clamps; metal cock cages, cattle prods and all manner of electric sex toys and torture devices. In front of her was a table containing what looked like several full hypodermic syringes, lots of long needles, fish hooks, boxes of pills and many shiny medical tools, including speculums, long steel urethral sounds and enema kits. Oh god and scalpels and drills!. Over further to the right was a long rack of frilly sissy outfits, outrageous rubber and leather fetish apparel, hoses, gas masks and funnels and god knew what else! And were those branding irons in the fireplace??? To top it all off there was set up some very professional looking video recording equipment and laptops, apparently set up for live streaming. All this the sissy took in over several terrified seconds, there seemed to be much more there, hidden in the shadows.
 
“Well cunt, welcome to your fantasy, and your home for the next fortnight or whatever” gloated Steve, also now wearing a balaclava, as he and the other men began to undress. Sissy’s bulging eyes observed with horror that all three of them had enormous cocks, long and with massive girth, and all fully erect and rock hard. Sissy felt her heart hammering out of her chest in terror, hyperventilating, eyes bulging, with tears rolling down her cheeks, shaking her head wildly in denial. “Oh and by the way, you fucking dumb cunt” hissed Steve into the terrified sissy’s ear, as his grip tightened hard on her balls, “That ‘safe’ word, and the limits we discussed? They don’t apply here. No limits. No mercy. Ever. Welcome to hell”

Sissy began screaming through her gag, piss running down her legs as the men closed avidly in on her...

Epilogue:

The fate of poor SissyDiana65 has never been established. Footage of her prolonged and harrowing destruction at the hands of her three kidnappers became legendary on the dark web. The screams still echo. A rumour surfaced that eventually she was sold to a wealthy cabal of extreme sadists in the Middle East. The only certainty is that “SissyDiana65” was never seen in public again.