Bound By Blackmail Ch. 04

*Hello Readers. Here is the fourth installment in this series. Please be sure to read any previous part. Just to forewarn, this series contains aspects of forced feminization, blackmail, BDSM, and sissy slavery. If this doesn't sound like your brand of tea, you may want to back out and find another series to read. As always, I really appreciate any feedback regarding how you think the story is written and how it is progressing. Please feel free to write a comment expressing your thoughts. It is appreciated!*

I stood there like a deer in the headlights. The drunken guy stood still; studying me curiously and trying to figure out what he was seeing. Perhaps all the alcohol in him was slowing down his response time. Not that my response time was any better. By the time I got ready to turn and flee, he found his voice again.

"Holy shit guys! Get over here and check this out!" Barely a second passed before the other two popped back into view. They looked feverishly, wondering what their buddy was so excited about. It didn't take but just a few seconds for their eyes to land on me.

"Whoa," one of them said. "Where did you come from?" Obviously, I couldn't respond. I didn't have to as the one who'd spotted me chimed in to answer.

"She looks like she came from some kink party," he said. I couldn't help but notice the pronoun he used. Either they were too drunk to notice I was a guy merely in drag or they just didn't care. His finger continued to point. "Look what she's got in her hands."

He had noticed the cuffs I was carrying. Even amid the cold, the metal of them seemed to make me have sweaty palms.

"You looking for someone to play with?" The guy who was pointing asked. He began to approach me like a person would if they were approaching a wild animal that they didn't want to scare away. Just like a wild animal, I was concerned with what would happen if they did get a hold of me. I shook my head no and tried to give them a muffled answer as well. That caused them all to begin laughing.

"Being all dolled up like that with those toys, surely someone has had their fun with you tonight. Why don't you come back with us. We won't hurt you. Maybe we just wanna play too."

He began moving towards me just a little bit faster. The two behind him were on his heels. There was no telling what three young, drunk guys would do to me in my current state. If the managed to get my gag off, I was terrified as to what they may try to fill it back up with. Also, what if they tried to remove the expanded plug in my ass? They'd likely hurt me in doing so and then I'd probably have to go through the humiliation of being fucked again. It was easy to see in their eyes that they would be more concerned with having their fun than my well-being.

I had to get out of there!

I turned and began to run. Almost immediately, I heard their sneakers squeak on the cold concrete as they bounded after me. With the hood on, I couldn't look back to see how close they were. I just had to hope I could out run them.

I barreled out of the cut-through and turned towards the stairs. I had to do a one-eighty to begin descending down them. As I approached, I grabbed a hold of the rail and let my momentum spin me around so as to not lose speed. The guys had been right on me. As I took the second step, I felt one of them grab my pigtail. The force caused my neck to whip to one side. Luckily, I'd been moving fast enough and the hair was just slick enough that it easily slipped from his grasp.

"Come on, girl! You don't need to play hard-to-get. Clearly you're a freak!" I heard one of them yell. "We'll play nice!"

The hell they would! I jumped the steps two at a time, trying to descend as fast as I could. After three, I was on the landing and I used the same trick to spin myself around. I glanced up to see one guy basically on my heels. The other two were still in pursuit but looked to be holding back. Again, my pigtail was yanked as he reached down to try and grab me again. Luckily he had no better grasp this time around and the lock of hair slipped away.

I jumped the last three steps and landed on the sidewalk. It hurt my bare feet but I pushed past it. My car sat less than a hundred feet away. All I had to do was get to it and drive away. My feet hurt like crazy and running on frozen asphalt didn't help, but I pushed through the pain. I had my key in hand, ready to slam it into the door lock. I didn't have the luxury of electric locks and keyless entry. I had to rely on the old-school technology of actually sliding the key in the door to unlock it.

I pushed myself with all my might until I felt myself slam into the side of my car with full-force. My hands trembled for multiple reasons and I didn't get the key in right away. My frigid hand fumbled for a moment until the key slid into the lock. I twisted it and the lock popped open. I began opening the door only to have the guy who'd originally spotted me slam full-force into my door. It was more than enough for it to force it closed.

"Stop..fucking..running!" he said, clearly out of breath. That, plus his intoxicated level caused him to sway. He placed one hand on top of my car to steady himself. "I don't know..why you..runnin'. Clearly..you like to play..rough!"

By this point, his two buddies were at a walking pace but had reached the bottom of the stairs. In a moment's time, the three of them would be on me and there would be no way to fight all three of them off. I would be at their mercy. Perhaps, though, I had a chance with just one of them. That is if I could catch him off guard.

Acting defeated, I nodded my head in submission and took a step towards him. A grin splayed across his face as he continued to try and catch his breath. I watched him remove his hand from the car. Now was my chance! He reached out to take me by the arm. Before he could grab me, I did something I wouldn't normally do to another guy, but this evening had been so fucked up that normal was long out the window. Moving forward, I brought my right foot up as hard and as fast as I could and kicked him square in the balls.

"AAAAHHHH!" He screamed. The blow, plus his inebriated stability, caused him to quickly fall to his knees and keel over into the next parking spot. He lay there with both hands covering his crotch to protect it.

"YOU FUCKING CUNT!" He yelled through gritted teeth.

I looked up to see his buddies now barreling towards us. No time to waste! I swung my door open, hopped in, then shut and locked it back. The two guys hurled themselves into my car. One started beating on the windshield while the other was rapidly yanking at my door handle. When the door didn't budge, he began pounding on the glass.

"Come on, you fucking freak! Get outta the car and show us what you got," the guy by the door said.

By this time, the other one had rolled over my hood and was trying the opposite door. Luckily, it was locked too. I knew it wouldn't take them long to break in and haul me back out again. If that happened, I'd be in for a world of hurt. I had to go! Trembling, it took a second to get the key in the ignition. When I finally got it there, I turned the key and the engine roared to life. This caused both guys to further their efforts to try and get in. I threw the car into gear and took off.

I must have ran over the feet of the one on the driver's side. I heard him yell and felt the car slightly lift both in the front and in the back. In the mirror, I saw him topple to the ground next to his buddy. The one on the passenger side tried to grab ahold and ride along on the outside. Luckily, he never had a good grip and quickly fell off. I screeched out of the parking lot, barely stopping to see if traffic was clear.

Thankfully away from the horrid motel, I was still trembling immensely. I had to calm myself. As much as I wanted to speed away from that terrible place and get home as fast as possible, I couldn't attract attention to myself. If I got pulled over, it would be difficult, in more ways than one, to explain to a cop why I was dressed the way I was with these bondage items locked to my head. I took a few deep breaths, at least the best I could, and turned off onto a back road.

I was extremely happy to get away from there and those guys, but also happy and relieved that I was in my car and could now get warm. My tearing away from there and the few minutes I'd been driving had warmed up the motor. I reached down and turned the heater on full blast; at least I thought I did. My frigid hand came up to the air vent to feel the hot air escape from it, but there was nothing. Again, I tried to get the heater to come one, going as far as to twist every knob on the control panel. Nothing! It was like it had just died.

My shivering intensified. As I continued to drive, my mind whirled and came to the conclusion that a man putting me through pure hell and the fact that my car's heater was now busted just seemed too big a coincidence. I concluded while I was chained in the bathroom getting cleaned out, he had to have sabotaged my car where I would drive all the way home with no heat.

If my anger could generate actual heat, I could have been the surface of the sun. I screamed as loud as I could through the gags and pounded my fists on the steering wheel. In my fit of rage, I partially ran off the road. I yanked the wheel to the left to pull back onto the highway. During this process, there was a great deal of jarring that quickly reminded me of the plug in my ass. That quickly reminded me of what it was holding in; that bastards cum!

I tried to reposition myself to get some relief down there, but there wasn't much I could do. I collected myself as much as I could and continued on towards my house. Each car I passed, I couldn't help but feel like they could see right in to me and the ridiculous get-up I was in as well as the shameful acts that were forced upon me. The ride seemed to take forever; like it would never end!

Finally, Forty-five minutes later, I pulled up outside my home. I studied the house the best I could from the illumination of my headlights. It didn't look to have been disturbed or disrupted by anyone, but the man had my house key. Part of me hoped that he hadn't been here, though a bigger part of me reluctantly hoped he had. If he hadn't, I wouldn't have the keys to finally get out of my damn hood and gag.

I got out of my car and hurried to the door. My head whirled around to check for signs of anyone around. I wasn't overly concerned about being seen since it was nighttime. Also, my neighbors were a fair distance away and our homes were separated by thick brush and wooded land on either side; though I was nervous just the same. The blonde pigtails whipped around while I checked my surroundings, getting in my eye each time. I nervously checked the door, knowing good and well I'd locked up before I left. The door was unlocked! My heart sped up, not knowing exactly what to expect inside.

Everything seemed quiet and in its place. I closed the door and locked it; as if that would keep someone out who'd already taken my house key and had been inside it. My living room area looked in order. So did the kitchen, but there were items left on the counter that caught my attention. I found my laptop opened with the screen on. When I walked around to view it, I was horrified to see what was displayed. It was an ad; an ad that had a very personal message and photos along with it. The ad was headlined with 'Sissy girl looking for a good, rough time. Come play with me'. Under the headline was a photo of me dressed in the nightie looking in the mirror from the motel. There would be no denying that it was me.

There were also other photos of me hooded and gagged. My face turned crimson as I saw one of me being fucked. Unfortunately, the man who had taken the photo, and also the man having his way with me, had made sure to get little of himself in the photo so no one could identify him, including myself.

The ad continued with supposedly me telling how much of a slut I was and how I was never satisfied unless I was completely covered and filled with cum. It told how I loved for men, and women, to treat me rough and use me any way they please. I couldn't believe it, but the page he created and the pictures he used looked like it was me who had indeed made it and that I'd enjoyed myself.

Next to the computer was a note. On top of the envelope were two keys; neither of which was my house key. I slid the keys off and removed the note to read it.

'Welcome home! I'm sure the events of the evening were no doubt adventurous for you and I'm sure you quite enjoyed yourself. Your ad was very inviting. I'm sure next time you'll have guys lined up around the building to use and abuse you the way you love it.'

I could feel my blood boil. It wasn't me who had created this horrible ad! Right then I wanted to tear that fucking letter up, but I kept reading.

'I hope you didn't get too cold on the ride home. It is awful chilly tonight and those old cars like you've got just are not reliable'.

That said it all! I knew he'd tampered with my car; the sick fucker!

'Here are the keys I so absent-mindedly forgot to leave for you. Though I'm sure you didn't mind wearing it all home. You're welcome to sleep with everything locked on if that's your fancy. As for your house key, I will drop that back off to you another time. I left something for you in the spare room across from your bedroom. Something that I'm sure you'll really enjoy with your kinky ass. I'm sure it'll be extremely late when you get home, but I look forward to chatting with you later. I've got your new number. Get a good night's sleep. I'll be seeing you soon.

-M'

I wadded the note up and threw it across the room in disgust. I then grabbed the small key that looked like the ones for the padlocks. When the key slipped into the lock for the gag, I was scared that it wouldn't turn and that he was just toying with me again. I was so relieved when I heard it pop open. My hands feverishly unbuckled the gag and let it fall from my face. I then pulled the wadded pair of panties from my mouth. They were completely soaked in my saliva.

I tossed them both in the corner of the kitchen and continued on to remove the hood. This lock also popped open and I was able to unzip and snatch it off my head. As cold as I was, the cool air felt great on my face. A layer of sweat covered just about all of it. I then tossed the hood into the corner with the rest of it.

Looking down at the pink nightie and thong I still had on, I became angry all over and proceeded to rip them both from my body. The spaghetti straps snapped at the shoulders and I tugged and pulled until I had the rest of it torn off. The thong I tried to tear off, but it was causing the plug to dig deeper into my ass. I instead pulled them off and threw them into the corner as well as the tattered nightie.

Looking down, I saw for the first time the pink cage that had been locked onto my crotch. There was a similar padlock securing it. The sight of it reminded me of the sound it made; tapping in a rhythmic fashion on the tube as I was forcefully fucked. I took the key and tried to unlock it but the key didn't work. Frustrated, I walked naked to my bathroom with both keys in hand.

In my mirror, I was able to turn and see the plug slightly protruding from my backside. On the end was a key slot. It looked too large for the tiny padlock key, so I tried the larger key. It was a bit awkward, in more ways than one, but I was able to twist the key that allowed the end to twist. As I turned it, I felt the device inside of me shrink down. When I felt it low enough, I pulled it from my now sore and gaping hole.

I held the device up once it was removed. It looked like a tripod when it was expanded. The three legs spread out inside the victim that would make it near impossible for it to be removed in that configuration. It was a simply ingenious device of a deviant nature. Another thing I noticed, unique to this one in my situation, was what looked like a white substance speckled over the ends. A trickling sensation down my leg reminded me again that this plug had been inserted to hold the man's cum inside of me when he was done fucking me.

Immediately, I fell to the floor and crawled to the toilet. I barely made it before I hurled what little bit was in my stomach up. Just the thought of what had been forced inside of me was causing me to be physically ill. After about the third time, I knew I had to get cleaned up. I turned the shower on scorching hot and climbed inside. I scrubbed my ass and my legs where the cum had dribbled out of me, crying the whole time. Even when it didn't seem like any more was coming out, I still had the sensation of feeling the his filth flow out of me. The hot water was just about all gone before I pulled myself from the shower.

Again, I looked at myself in the mirror. The only thing left to remind me what had happened and of my place, besides my body hair being chemically burned off, was the chastity cage. The man had told me not to touch or tamper with it. Standing there with the thoughts and memories of just a few hours prior again made my blood boil. He couldn't do this to me! I wasn't going to be his sex doll or his sissy slave!

I went back to the kitchen, naked, and to a tool drawer I had. There was a pair of cutters I had that I'd hoped would be able to get through the tiny lock. I put the shank of the lock in the snips and bore down on them as hard as I could. While I did make an impression on it, the snips and I were just not strong enough to cut through it. I tried pulling and yanking, but that did little more than causing me to hurt myself. By that point I was frustrated, furious, and exhausted. I didn't want it on another second but I would do better at getting it off after a good night's rest. I could get up, go to the hardware store and get something that would remove it without being anymore hurt or harmed. Walking past the pile of torment that was still in the corner of my kitchen, I slumped off to my bed, vowing that what had happened at the motel would not happen again.

I had a restless night; tossing and turning endlessly it seemed. My body was so sore from the hell it'd been put through. My wrists and ankles had marks and some bruising from where I'd pulled at my cuffs so hard while being fucked as well as trying to maneuver through the room. I had marks where I'd been whipped; not deep, permanent ones mind you, but ones that would remind me for a few days of what had happened. My jaw was still sore from being filled to capacity and forced open for so long. Last but not least, my hole that the man wanted to call my pussy still burned from its intrusion. All of these were the physical remnants of my ordeal, but I think it was the mental ones that caused the most torment.

The sun had not yet peeked over the horizon when I got out of bed. I had a task to do and it wasn't like I was sleeping anyways. I got up and put on some clothes; some comfortable male clothes that were warm and practical. My boxers felt so comfortable and normal verses the thong I'd been forced to wear. My goal was to get the ridiculous thing off my cock and then figure out how to best get out of the situation I was in. Though much sleep had eluded me, it was a new day and I felt like I could get a grasp on the situation; or so I hoped.

As I came out of my bedroom, my eyes laid upon the spare room adjacent to it. In my frustration last night, I had actually forgotten to see what had been left for me. Whatever it was, I wanted no part of it. Despite that, it didn't stop my curiosity. I walked over and opened the door. The room was one of the three in the house and I had been using it for storage. There was an old computer desk, a TV I didn't use, and a couple of boxes of random junk I'd never found a place for. All of these I had knowledge of. I did find one item tucked in the corner under the window that was foreign to me. It was fairly large and quite noticeable. In the vacant corner of the room sat a steel cage.