This story is not intended to cast aspersions on peace loving, gentle transvestites who
desire little more than acceptance and some new shoes.

This is a nasty, misogynistic story. Fiction of unremitting cruelty and horror.
Avoid it if you are sensitive or under eighteen.

Synopsis He had been searching for a victim. He wanted a wife, a sex slave.
Yes, he sought a victim who might become a wife and love him.
Categories Bondage Submission
Keywords High Heels Appliances Machines Piercing Ballet heels

Captured -- Three
By Janet Baker

Work Week………

Oh shit, I have to get up and go to work. Worst yet, I have to leave my baby behind. Oh well, I’d better feed her… and me. I wanted to pierce that other nipple today but I’ll have to wait ‘till evening. Maybe I’ll bring in some ‘Chinese’ so I won’t have to cook. It’ll give me more play time. Gotta go get ‘er. What’ll I wear? French maid costume, heels, half mask.

“Girl! Up! Breakfast!” Her collar chain allows her access to the toilet facilities. She’s chained so she has to squirm to do bathroom stuff, wiping and all that. I’ll fix that sometime, give her a little slack. I left the gag and blindfold off -- not to be nice, I wanted her to gaze about her room to enjoy the ‘pleasures’ awaiting her. When I return I’m going to put her in the cage standing on her tiptoes with a vaginal -- oh maybe anal -- hook keeping her up on her toes. Oh wow! Maybe two hooks. I have them both. Naa,
It might be uncomfortable but not really painful. Anyway it’ll pleasure her. No, better not. No, this evening it’s just the other nipple. That’ll be enough for one night. What else would scare her, hurt her? Ahha! I’ll suggest that I put rings in her labia. She’ll shit!

“Who are you?” She doesn’t recognize me? Huh!

“I’m the maid, miss, I’ll make breakfast for us and we’ll eat.”

“Oh God, now I know! It’s YOU, you evil bastard. I know your voice.”

“It’s me, shut up or I’ll take you to the bar for some electrical education.
Is that what you want?”

“You’re wearing women’s things. You’re a real pervert.”

“Yeah well, I like it! I stalked you while dressed, grabbed you while dressed, pierced you while dressed and I might just damned well fuck you while dressed. So shut up! Aren‘t I real cute as a maid? How do you like my heels? Very high ankle strap heels. Aren‘t they erotic? Cute? Sexy?”

“Please… no more shocking… it‘s so bad, sirrrr…. Please.”

She shakes her head in disbelief.

“My heels? My dress? Aren’t they darling?”

“Humph! You‘re crazy!”

“Yup! I’m crazy, crazy in love and this evening I’m going to put a ring in your other nipple. Think about it today… think of it as a wedding ring… Enjoy… Bye darling,
See you this evening!”

That evening….

I’ll pierce her before I feed her. I don’t want her throwing up a full meal. What’ll I wear?
Ahha! My wet look dress, bullet bra, forms, stockings and heels. Wig of course. She’ll like that I think.

“Girl!”

Silence.

“Hey Girl, wake up, get up!”

“OK, Ok, I’m getting up.”

She sits on edge of bed. I get her ready for piercing. Strap her arms behind her, at the elbows, real tight, she’ll howl. Put the head harness on, wait for the bit gag. She knows now that pain is coming. She’s shivering, shuddering, starting to cry.

“Shut up!”

“Oh God, please don’t. Please don’t. It hurt so much. Please, please please. I’ll do anything you ask but please don’t hurt me like that again.”

“Shut up!”

Drag her to the bondage bench. She’s really dragging her feet, resisting, pleading.
Strap her in place, she knows what’s coming. God is she scared! I’ll seat her, strap her and then jack off. My cock needs relief. Walk away, get tools. Left boob this time.
Smile at her. She can’t see me through her tears. Take your time, build suspense. I forgot. I was going to suspend and flog her today. Oh well, first we pierce, then we flog.
Strap her arms up as before. Slowly, drag out the tension. Check the head harness. Wait for the bit. Hee hee hee. Look at her. Smile. Walk away. Jack off. Carry tool table to her left side. Set it down. She’s watching, terrified, crying now. Put the bit in her mouth, strap it tight. She’s shaking with fear. Oh damn! I have to jack off again. Her fear is such an aphrodisiac. Put on latex gloves, smile. Wash needles, rings in alcohol. Whistle. ‘Whistle while you work, da de da da da’. I think she’ll pass out. Smile at her. Hmmm, I must work from the right side, I’m right handed. I’ll reach across her chest, cup the left breast, pinch the nipple. Pinch it harder.

“Yoewwowowowoww! Pleaseeee!”

“Darling, that was nothing, I’m just getting your nipple ready.”

Walk around to other side, suck on nipple, be the last time. Oh well! “Good darling?”

“Damn you, please don’t torture me like that! You’re evil!”

Go back, pick up needle, she’s watching, shuddering. Pull nipple. PUSH!

“Aghrrnneowwww! Oowwowowo! Wowwwwww! Owwwwww!”

Twist needle, push through, follow with ring, screw ends of ring together.

“eeeeyyaaaahhhh! Ghannggjh!”

“Did it hurt darling? It won’t hurt for long. Just like the last time, the pain goes away.”

Retching sounds. Take the bit out. She may throw up. She’s hyperventilating… wait.
OK, she’s recovering.

“Oh my God, you sadist! You beast! You fucking bastard!”

“Here girl, a pain killer, some water.”
“Girl, be a little more pleasant or I’ll have to reeducate you… remember? You can go to bed now… enough excitement for tonight. Lets go, I’ll lock your chain to the floor ring. You have enough chain to reach to toilet. I’m giving you a little slack in your wrist chains to enable bathroom stuff. Ya know I been thinking… I saw pictures of a porn girl with rings in her labia. I wonder how they’d look on you. H’m, think about it.”

“Noooooooooo!”

“Maybe no, maybe yes. Whatever I want!! Girl, I‘m going to sleep with you tonight. I want to hold you, caress you, kiss you. We‘ll put something around your breasts to protect them, to protect the piercing.”

“Fuck you, you’re sick you bastard!”

“Yes, I am, but that’s irrelevant to your situation. You’re mine darling girl.”

“You don’t even know my name, you shit!”

“Miss Sue, you are becoming tiresome, come with me to the bar for some reeducation. I sense that this will take much time.”

“Please, no! I’ll be good.”

“Missy, where do good girls belong?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Good girls belong on their knees practicing their oral skills. Which will it be girl? On your knees or over the bar?”

She dropped to her knees…..

“That was good girl. Twice a day, maybe three times a day you will drop to your knees. A week from now or so your nips will heal and we’ll play nip games. Think about it.”

I’ll put her in the cage, tie her nips to the cage bars, strap her arms behind her, stand in front of her and jack off. I know! I’ll tie her nip rings to her collar, pulling her tits up. It’ll be so cute. I’ll make her walk and see if they bounce at all. I have it! I’ll put a hook in her cunt, pull the rope up through her collar and lead her that way. I still want to hear the bells tinkle. Next week I’ll hang bells on the rings and we’ll walk together with our heels clicking and her bells ringing. Her tits will stick out with her arms pinioned behind her -- my favorite restraint. Ya know guy, maybe I’ll squeeze her tits so they bulge out.
Oh shit, I gotta jack off again. One of these days I gotta start fucking her. No hurry! I’m having fun now.

Time passes………

That was a fun week. The ballet boots and machine have arrived, nips have healed. She didn’t like me leading her on a leash hooked to her nip ring. A twitch on the leash and she yelped. I changed it and hooked both rings. She still yelped when I jerked the leash. She’s worse than a dog on a leash. Damn dog behaves. She bitches and whines. I may have to do some more electrical education to remind her who’s boss. OK now, first the machine, then the ballet boots.

“Girl!”

“My name is Sue!”

“It’ll be mud if you don’t shut up!”

“Listen up. See this machine? I’ll demonstrate its movements, its speeds. You’ll sit on it, enjoy it. Stand on these blocks, lower yourself onto the dildo. Kick the blocks away. I’ll shackle your ankles to the machine supports and turn on the machine. Slow then faster. Faster….. Faster.”

“Oh my God that is so intense. I can’t stand it master, please stop, please! I’m getting sore master, it hurts master, it really hurts! Please….!”

“Oh shut up! It’s only been on for a few minutes. I don’t believe it’s hurting you. You’ll get it again. I paid too much for it to not use it. I think I’ll try it -- looks like fun. I could jack off while it’s pleasing my ass.”

I wonder how long it will take for her to fall in love with me so we could go shopping like two girl friends. It should be fun. I really should have been a woman but at least I can dress like one. Actually I look pretty good. So far, nobody has ‘made’ me.

To be continued.

 © 2009 Janet Baker