Becoming Chastity Ch. 01

By this time, I began to feel little tingles in my limbs. She hadn't noticed, but i was at the point where i could wiggle my fingers and toes again. Alicia went over and called for Harley at the door. She then came back over to my chair and produced a set of handcuff keys from a drawer. Harley came in and gave a snicker at me.

"Ain't you a pretty little thang?" he said. I'm glad to see that they are having fun at my expense, but I had to get the hell out of here.

I couldn't be sure how much of my strength had returned, but i though this might be my best chance for escape. The door was wide open, Harley had moved to the other side of the room, and Alicia was busy undoing my restraints. I quickly planned that when the last cuff was off, I would dash for the door and find my way up and out of this hell hole. I heard Harley move into another room in the back. Alicia had already undone my two ankle restraints and my left hand. She was now finishing with my right hand. This was it, I had one chance and I had to make it a good one. Harley was just stepping out of the little room when the last cuff was released from my hand.

With everything i had, I threw myself out of the chair. I heard Alicia gasp as I took off. I had indeed gotten control back of my body. My strength had not fully returned though. I got all of two steps before my legs went to Jell-O and i collapsed to the floor. It was a hard fall, but I couldn't give up. I tried to crawl out of the door. I made it a few inches before Harley stepped around me and slammed the door shut. I couldn't help it; I let out a sob as my escape attempt had failed.

"I don't know what the fuck this is, but I just want to go home." I blurted out. I felt the large muscular hands of Harley warp around me as he pulled me off the floor.

"Well, seems like you movin' and talkin' again. Bad move trying to get away though. I should beat you just fer that, but I think boss will be wantin' to do that. Try that shit again though, and I'll be more than happy to do it." Harley said taking me to the back of the room.

I was put down on my feet in a standing position. I swayed a bit, but was able to keep from falling down on my own. I didn't dare try to run. I had to hope a better escape window would open up. I just had to ride, whatever this was, out. He pulled my arms behind me and restrained them with a pair of handcuffs. He then took a cable that as hanging from the ceiling and attached it the chain on the cuffs. I heard some kind of squeaking and felt my arms being pulled up toward the ceiling. There was a winch on the wall that was pulling the cable through a series of pulleys, pulling my arms up. It was very painful, and I was thinking he wasn't going to stop. He finally cut off the winch as I was almost on my tippy-toes.

"Why the hell are you doing this to me?" I screamed at him.

"Alicia, find me somethin' fer this bitches mouth." he said to her.

She began searching through one of the drawers on the table. She finally produced a black strap with a bright pink ball in the middle of it. It was a ball gag, and I knew where it was going. I clamped my jaw shut as she moved to put the gag in my mouth. She told me to open up, but I didn't obey. Harley wasn't having any of that. He took my jaw in his hand and squeezed until i opened my mouth. Alicia slid the gag in and moved the straps behind my head where she secured it in place. I tried to use my tongue to push the gag out, but it was pulled too tightly around my head. Harley then moved to my back side and he slid my cheeks apart. I then felt pressure against my hole. He was trying to shove something up inside of me.

"This will be easier on you if you just relax. Either way, this is gonna happen, so it's up to you." The pressure kept increasing. I didn't know what he was trying to shove up there, but I sure as hell wasn't just going to give in. I tried to keep it closed, but it eventually gave up and i felt something slide inside me, filling me up. "Now, this is a special solution." he said holding a clear bag of fluid up so i could see it. "I just put a tube in you and soon this stuff will be in you too, cleanin' ya out." he said moving around behind me.

As he worked, he told me that I would soon begin to feel extremely full and it would probably cause me to feel cramping. I was to keep the fluid in me for a few minutes and was not allowed to push it out of me until i was told to. Just as he said, I began to feel the pressure of the fluid. It didn't seem like much at first. However the slight discomfort became just pure pain. Tears appeared in the corners of my eyes. I sobbed into my gag as i was continued to be filled up. Those ten minutes took forever. I thought i was going to explode. He finally lowered my arms from the ceiling and i was lead to the bathroom in the back. He sat me down on the toilet and I pushed the fluid out of me. It hurt so badly, but it felt so good to not have that stuff inside of me anymore. Still being handcuffed, he bent me over the counter and removed the tube. He then preceded clean that area before leading me back out to the main area.

"Now then, time to get you dressed." he told me.

Alicia was busy sorting through various clothes. It looked as if she had chosen a tight little pink mini dress. My hands were released, but I was once again warned not to try anything stupid. Harley moved back across the room and took a seat on the couch next to the door. Alicia brought over some of the items she had chosen. She laid them on a chair next to me and then went back over to the make-up table. She opened a drawer and pulled out a small box. She brought the box over to me and she dropped down to her knees. I couldn't tell what she was up to. Harley just gave me a cold stare to remind me to behave.

Alicia opened the box and removed a small metal tube and ring. The ring hinged open on one side. She took it and wrapped it around my cock and sac. Next, she slid the tube over the shaft of my dick and then it was secured to the ring. Finally, she produced a small padlock from the box. It slid into a tiny hole on the device which would ultimately secure it to my private area until the lock was removed. She put the lock in and snapped it shut, taking the key and putting it back in the box. She explained that this was called a chastity belt. Its purpose was to prevent me from playing with my 'clit' without permission.

Now it was time for my outfit. She explained what all she was making me wear. A white garter belt was put around my waist and a pair of white stockings was slid up my bare legs. Straps on either side were attached to keep the stockings from running down my leg. A special pink bra was placed around me that was designed to give the appearance that I had a set of tits. A skimpy pair of laced pink panties was slid up my legs. She gave my imprisoned cock a little pat as she slid them into place. Next, she placed the mini dress on the floor and i was told to step into it. I did as I was told and she slid it up my body and positioned and secured it around me. It was a tight dress, and it was so little that it barely covered my ass.

She then pulled a pair of white high heels out of a box. They looked every bit of five inches. I couldn't see how anyone could walk in something like those, but I was about to be forced to try them out myself. She made me lift my left foot where she secured the shoe to me, and then she did the right. I thought she would have been done after she fastened the straps, but she then produced four little white pad locks. Two locks for each shoe. With the locks on, it would be impossible to remove them. My legs were already starting to hurt just standing in them. I couldn't imagine walking. She then produced one final box. She opened it up and pulled out a glossy white hoop less than a foot wide. I wasn't exactly sure as to what it was for until she moved behind me and placed the device around my neck. It was some sort of collar. After she placed it around my neck, I heard the sound of another lock snapping shut. Seems I'd be unable to remove this as well as the heels and cock cage.

Harley got up off the couch, and Alicia moved around to stand next to him as they looked at my transformation. It appeared they were both happy with what they saw. Alicia grabbed me by the arm and led me to a full length mirror. I was shocked at what i saw. With all this junk on, it was hard to tell it was me. I couldn't believe the lengths they'd gone to pull this off.

"You look just the part, you little slut." she said giving my back side a playful slap.

Harley moved next to me and attached a leash to my collar. I guess no more carrying me around. I was now going to be led around like a dog. That would be so much less humiliating. Alicia went over to the table and grabbed a small bottle. She then spritzed me with it, some kind of girly perfume. I guess that was like adding the cherry on top.

"Time to go see boss." he said moving around to my backside. My hands were re-cuffed behind me and then I was led by my leash towards the door. Before I made it completely out, Alicia gave me one final smack on the ass. Then Harley was out the door with me in tow. It was absolute hell trying to walk in these damn heels. I tried to keep up with him, but he took bigger strides than i could. The leash would jerk me at times. I think it was Harley's way of hurrying me along. My heels clacked away as i was led down the hallway. We walked for about five minutes from where we left Alicia. Through various corridors and rooms, we finally came to a door at the end of the hall. Harley took his keys and unlocked the deadbolt. I was led inside where he shut and relocked the door.

The room was very dark. It seemed the corners of the room were shrouded in darkness. I was led to the middle the room and told to stand still. He undid my cuffs only to re-cuff them in front of me. Just like in Alicia's room, a cable was hanging from the ceiling. He attached it to my cuffs and pulled my arms above me. He then took a bar that was around three feet wide and put it between my legs. On each end of the bar were more cuffs that were secured to my ankles, forcing me to keep my legs apart. Once that was done, he secured the bar to the floor so that I would be able to move anywhere, like I would be able to anyways. With that done, he did a final tension on the cable. I was pulled further into the air, stretching me more than I had been. I was now completely helpless and unable to move. Before Harley left me stranded there, he leaned in and told me Marshall would be with me after a bit and to just relax. He then gave my behind making me yelp into my gag. He then left me alone to wait for Marshall.

There was no true way of telling how long that bastard left me hanging there like that, but I'd guess it to be close to two hours. My arms had gone numb from hanging from the ceiling so long. My jaw was sore from the gag that was still shoved in my mouth. The damn hells were complete torture, and the way they made me up was completely humiliating. My head was drooping. I was exhausted, but couldn't sleep because of how I was trussed up. Finally, I heard footsteps approaching. I couldn't see anything. The sounds I heard were coming from a dark corner in front of me. The footsteps stopped and then I heard the sound of a door opening and closing. A moment later, out of the shadows, was the man who gave me the application, it was Marshall.

He didn't say anything immediately. He walked in and began circling around me, checking me out. After making a few revolutions, he walked up behind me and began to feel me up. He leaned down and began rubbing up my stocking. He then slipped his hands under my skirt, feeling my bottom. Then he pulled his hands out and continued to explore the rest of my body. He rubbed up my back and then he wrapped his arms around me. He gave my fake tits a squeeze, and then he moved south and began to rub my stomach. Once done there, he moved down to my private region. All I could do was moan into my gag as he assaulted me.

"My, what an excellent job they have done on you." He said putting his mouth right next to my ear. He then put his nose next to my neck and began to sniff and smell my perfume. All I could smell was the stale cigarette smoke radiating from him. I know he had to feel me trembling. He then released me and moved around to the front of me. I watched as he knelt down and then he lifted my skirt up. Just like Alicia, he gave my privates a little pat before he pulled my panties down to inspect the goods.

"Oh my god, this thing is tiny. Alicia wasn't kidding. It does look like an oversized clit." He teased.

I wanted to knee that bastard right in the nose, but of course my restraints kept me from that. He then lifted my sac and began slapping the underside of them. I moaned and cried into my gag as he played with me. After a minute of that little torture, he pulled my panties back up and lowered my skirt. He then pulled a chair from the wall and placed it a few feet in front of me. From his jacket pocket he produced a pack of cigarettes and a sliver lighter. It was actually a zippo lighter that he used to light his cigarette with. He clicked the lighter closed and took a seat in the chair. He didn't do anything at first. He just sat there and watched me as I was on display for him. I moaned through my gag at him to let me down, to let me go. He just sat there puffing his cigarette. He then reached into his back pocket and produced what looked like a wallet. Once in the light, I could tell that it was my wallet he was holding. He must have gotten it from Harley after my stuff was taken from me.

"Well, I guess you're wondering why you are here." He said flipping my wallet open. "The simplest way to put it is that you are now mine. Or in other words a piece of property." He then stood up from his chair. Did he just say that I was his property? He walked up to within inches of me. The cigarette hanging from his mouth billowed smoke in my face. I could only turn my head so much to get away from the smell. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him pull an item from my wallet.

"You see, I don't think the name Martin is a very suitable name for a little slut like you." It was my driver's license he was holding. He then slid it back into the wallet and put back into his pocket. With one hand he retrieved his cigarette from his lips. With the other he grabbed ahold of my crotch again. I tensed up, not knowing what he was planning. I felt him roughly massage my caged member. "I think the name...Chastity will suit you well, slut." He said blowing more smoke in my face. He then released me and turned to walk towards a table next to the wall. He began pushing it towards me.

"Now Chastity, I understand this is all new to you. You're unclear of all the rules right now. However I do know Harley told you not to try any shit. Isn't that right, bitch?" Marshall asked.

I didn't try to respond. I just stared at him as he positioned the table right in front of me. It was butted up against my waist. He removed a remote from his pocket and a moment later I felt my arms descending. They were lowered enough so that he could release them from the cable. My cuffs were not released; instead I was forced to bend at the waist and lay across the table. On the other end of the table was another cable. He attached it to my cuffs, forcing me to stay stretched across this table with my backside in the air. Once I was secure, he turned and began walking to a cabinet. While he wasn't looking, I tested my bonds. Of course they were not going to give. He reached into it and produced a board of some sort. When he brought it closer to me, I saw that one end was shaped like a baseball bat. The other end was very flat and wide with holes drilled in various spots. It then dawned on me that I was staring at a paddle. Not the kind used for ping pong, but for punishments. His smile grew big as my eyes grew wide. He began to softly batting it across his palm.

"You see, I hear from Harley and Alicia that you tried to run away. I'm afraid that was a mistake on your part. Now my paddle and I get to teach you not to try that anymore." He said as he began moving towards me. I couldn't believe it. Dressed like a whore and bound to a table. Now I was threatened by this insane guy and his paddle. I had to hope that someway he wouldn't actually hit me with that thing. That maybe I could get out of all of this somehow. However, he gave my head a pat as he moved around behind me. I pulled and struggled with my bonds, but they didn't give. All I could do was wait to feel the bite of the paddle.

To Be Continued...