Chapter 1 - Being Nosey

 

I was blinded by the light as they switched it on, after being in the total darkness, they had left me in. I squinted, screwing my eyes up to allow them to adjust to the brightness.

"Good day," she said smiling as she approached me, in a mild Texan drawl, "You have been co-operative, but I am not sure that you have been totally, co-operative," she said, drawing a long talon like nail, down the side of my face.

I looked at her, a slim tallish woman in her late thirties early forties, a very trim figure, held firmly in a tight figure hugging black, leather cat suit. Sufficient cleavage visible to make you want to see more, yet not over done, down to a trim waist, and very shapely legs, all gripped by the cat suit. Under different circumstances I would consider her a very attractive woman.

She was flanked by two more women, one on each side with, the inquisitor, who was stood in front of me, and just to my left, she was smiling, which I didn't like, it made me feel uncomfortable.

Allow me to explain how I came to be in this nasty predicament, I was fastened to the cross naked, and with electrodes hanging from my nipple and my scrotum.

It all started about six months ago, I was working on an expose. I should first of all tell you, that I am a journalist, an investigative journalist. I had heard of some rather nasty goings on at a Senators office, sexual harassment, sexual innuendoes, casting couch scenarios, and such like.

I asked a woman I knew, a friend, to apply for a secretarial job that I understood was available. She did, and was asked to use the casting couch scenario; she refused, and didn't get the job, not unsurprisingly. After further investigations, I found other women who would come forward, and support the claim, my story was building, nicely.

I handed it to my Editor, and he liked it, running it as a spread in the Friday edition, with photos, a nice piece, which I was justifiably proud of.

The senator handed in his resignation, and several of his senior staff, were removed from their positions.

One woman in particular, she was the one who had help start the investigation, and she was one of the women who had disappeared. I decided to try and find her, I felt I owed her that much.

My investigations led me to a sanctuary for women, or so it was shown to the outside world, but I had a feeling that there was more to it, than that.

The property was an estate of some three square miles, originally a township, which after a short boom time, had withered and died into a ghost town.

Early in the nineteenth century a wealthy businessman had bought the land, and built a castle in the style of an old English castle, with dungeons, a keep, an outer wall with a walkway around it, a portcullis, and drawbridge over the river that surrounded three sides, like I said, just like a Medieval castle.

When he died he left the estate to his only son, who liked to gamble, and lost everything, unable to sell the estate to clear his debts, he disappeared, and it fell into disrepair.

That was until a group of women came along and bought it, some ten years ago now, and turned it into a sanctuary for women, yet each weekend, several men would turn up, and work on it. They would stay for the weekend, some for a week, and some for two weeks at a time, and all of a sudden, the women had money for furniture.

There was speculation that the men, all wealthy business men, were paying for shall we say, services. They would enter through the drawbridge, and not be seen till they went home. I went onto the internet, and low and behold, I found a site on my computer advertising, Female Domination.

'COME TO FEMLAND, AND TAKE UP YOUR TRUE POSITION IN THE SERVICE OF THE SUPERIOR SEX.' It had said in bold type.

Then the advert went on to expand on the services offered. 'Femland offers the true slave the wholesome feeling of being a slave. We have dungeons, classrooms, recreational areas, and for naughty boys, the cane.

You can be educated in how to behave when with a lady in our strict class rooms, where Mistress, will make, you listen. Do you desire to be elevated, to a superior position, think again, women occupy it, but we can make you feel elevated, in our fully equipped cross dressing room, and for the sissy maid, we are always willing to sit back, and make sure you clean properly, and serve us drinks. You would be expected to serve the ladies in residence as a maid. We are always looking for maids to clean, keeping the castle clean, and tidy.

Now don't be shy, if you can't use a paint brush we will teach you, fancy building walls, again call, and we will teach you. Please remember this is not for the feint hearted. To use and abuse you, will be our pleasure.

Please note we are in Texas, the only holiday that you do not need to pack for, what little clothes you will need, are provided, no entry without, a visa. To apply for a visa, click on the link below, and remember to bring with you, your passport.

We have our own currency, and will exchange dollars at a rate of ninety cents per dollar, no charges.'

I found all this very interesting, and decided to investigate further, after a couple of days I was ready, one of the women involved in the Senator scandal, had told me that the woman responsible for the Senators downfall, my friend, had disappeared, and that she had, had no reason, to leave the area.

She also told me about a place the senator had visited, and as far as she knew he still did, she also told me that judges and other senators, and the like visited the place, all wealthy people, and most in prominent positions.

"How can a judge pass sentence on a woman for prostitution, when he uses them?" She asked me, "It's alright for him to use them, but no-one else, two faced that is what I call it. Senators make it illegal, and then pay for sex. As you stated in your expose, he got the vote on being a clean wholesome family man, and he is spending weekends at a place like that. I don't say it is wrong, I mean we are all different, and if you like that sort of thing fine; that is up to you, but don't decry it, call them sluts and whores, and then go yourself. What does that make you, two faced, is too timid a name," she told me,

If that was the case then perhaps I needed to continue, my investigation. But at two thousand a weekend I couldn't afford it, and my Editor would not pay, he would see it as paying for my entertainment, and I didn't really want to give him that impression, so I would have to do it, another way.

Someone inside, as I had used with the senator, would have helped, but who, and how? Perhaps first of all I should pay them a visit, on the quiet. Sometimes you just had to, not break the law, I have never broken into a place, but a willing secretary leaving confidential documents on the side, or the door unlocked for a short time, is not breaking in, is it? As long as the door is open, well what harm can it do, if you enter? Like I said there was nothing illegal about my actions, but improper, perhaps?

I drove down to the area, and spotted a sign that stated that Femland was two miles ahead, and that unless you had a visa you were advised to take the next turning, on the left. I ignored it, as I did the next sign stating that you were about to enter Femland, and to turn around unless you had a visa, or were invited.

A little further along I came to a dirt track on my left, and turned down it for about half a mile, until I came to an area where I could park the car, and hide it off the road. I parked, and pulled a few branches over the rear of the car, and took out the rubber dingy I had brought with me. I knew that knocking at the front door would get me no-where, so I intended to try, and gain access via a lichgate, the woman had told me about.

Apparently it was just a small gate that she had heard wasn't locked, from the senator, who had sneaked in once, as part of his scenario to be caught, and punished. I did wonder if it had been left unlocked, for him. She had found the scenario whilst checking his computer, hence the start of my original investigation, and the response was attached to his E-Mail.

All I wanted to do was have a look around; the telephoto lens on my camera would give me access, a method I had used several times before to get evidence. I had climbed trees, or shot the photo evidence from a distance. Once I was clear of the trees that surrounded the moat, keeping it totally private, I would assess the situation, climb a tree or enter if that gate was open.

I rowed across the river, it wasn't fast flowing, and I found it very easy to row across, and to find a hiding place for the dingy, again once I had put some branches over the dingy to hide it from view. I went up the bank, and through the trees, till I was close enough to see the lichgate, and yet still be hidden.

I settled down for the wait under a rhododendron bush. Darkness fell, and I ate my sandwich. As predicted by the woman, at seven thirty the gate opened, and a woman came out. She was a bit over weight, rotund I think it is called, made more obvious by her small stature, being quite short. She was off to town now for a few drinks; they were a lot cheaper in the town, ten dollars for a glass of wine, and not good wine, was what they charged, so it was, expensive.

She worked there, and she was an alcoholic, hence her nightly trips into town, she would have been dismissed, had the owners known, of her trips.

I stayed hidden, and then when she was out of sight I made for the gate, it was open, so I opened it carefully, looking around to make sure I was clear, and entered. There was a sign saying that it was private property, and anyone entering was subject to Femland laws, it was posted on the gate.

I have seen that before, and done as I did now, ignored it, there was little they could do, I had not broken in damaging the gate; it was not locked and slightly ajar.

What I didn't know was what was going on, in the castle, or their security measures.

"Ma'am, we appear to have an uninvited guest, Ambrose has gone out again, and that is how they gained entry," the woman sat at the video screens said to her superior officer, who came in and looked at the screen.

"Corporal, meet me at the side door, east wing, in five minutes with two others," the person referred to as Ma'am said, into her radio.

How was I supposed to know they had the whole area covered with CCTV cameras? I was inside, and that was what mattered, wasn't it? I also didn't know that they knew about her escapades, and turned a blind eye, to them.

"Good evening Sir, allow me," this woman said, she was dressed in some sort of uniform, and had her hand out for my camera.

"Good evening, is this the way to Dallas?" I asked, being the only place I could think of. The fact that it was like almost a thousand miles away never occurred to me.

"You can get to it this way, yes, but not on foot, it is rather a long way away, now allow these ladies to assist you, please, put your hands behind your back for them, won't you?" She asked me politely enough.

"Thank you, but I think I had better go this way," I said turning to make for the gate.

"Now we don't want to have to hurt you, so if you will, please, the camera, and your hands. It will save these ladies having to force you to do as told, won't it? So your hands behind your back, and hand me the camera, please?" she asked nicely enough again, but there was now a commanding tone, in her voice.

The fact that there were four women behind me, and three to each side, plus two in front of me and her, and all armed with sticks, erm, truncheons, rather dictated that I do, as told.

I turned around, and did as told, I handed her my camera, and put my hands behind my back. They put the handcuffs on me; then I was about to object, as they blindfolded me, and she took hold of my arm, and led me away, I presumed the others followed on.

"Where are you taking me? I am lost, and I am trying to find someone to ask directions, I have done nothing wrong," I said.

"Sir, please, am I to presume the directions were for Dallas, as you said, or was that a lie? The gate you came through has in bold letters, that to enter, you are subject to Femland laws.

As a senior security officer in Femland, I impose those laws, and you entered, and so you are now subject, to them. Just be quiet whilst we process you. OK, it is quite a distance to the processing room, so we have a van, to take us. Be careful, we don't want you to hurt yourself, up that's it, now sit down, good," she said as she helped me up a step into the van, and directed me to sit. She put a collar around my neck, which had a chain attached, it rattled as I pulled on it to test it, but it was fixed to the side of the van, there was a clang, as a cage door closed then click, as they locked the door.

"Hey bitch, enough is enough, now you have had your fun release me, at once, this is illegal," I shouted.

My reply came as someone grabbed my hair and pulled my head into the bars and then a hand went under the hood, and a foul-tasting gag was stuffed in my mouth, and tape put over it, keeping me quiet.

It took not much more than five minutes to get to where we were going. The cage door was opened, and the collar was removed. I was helped out of the van, and into a building where I was led into a room.

"What have we here Lieutenant," A female voice asked.

"I have yet to ascertain that Captain, will you watch as I find out?" She asked, and I felt a hand going into my pants pockets.

"One set of keys, six in all including a car key, two dollars in change," she said, and then it was my back pocket, and my wallet.

I tried to object, but handcuffed, gagged and blindfolded what could I do, apart from mumble?

"A wallet, with a credit card in, a oh interesting, a press card, and fifty dollars in notes, and a drivers licence, two pens, a roll of film, a note pad and that is it, so we have one, Brian Simpson, a reporter for the Dallas gazette, of Dallas. Captain, you can fill the forms in name and address from his contents, and age, unlawful entry, is the charge we will hold him on, but I would like the opportunity to interview him, tomorrow?" the lieutenant asked.

"I see no reason why not, it does seem strange, perhaps there is more to this than meets the eye. Cage four, and at this moment in time consider him as violent. We had one the other day, and he blacked a guard's eye. So the rule is that until we know different, they have to be considered, violent.

Plus it is night time, well early evening, but it is dark so robbery has to be considered, as a possibility, and sexual assault," the Captain said.

I was pushed and shoved down some steps, down, down, and further down, into the depths of the building, along a corridor and into a cage, I presumed, because we stopped, and they slipped my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms. There must have been more than one of them, because as one was doing that, another took my tie off, and at the same time, my shirt was being pulled out of my trousers. Once they had my jacked and shirt down my arms, they undid the handcuffs, now I was most dangerous, apart from being blindfolded, and they all seemed to get hold of, my arms. A shackle was put around my wrist, and then the other one, they now removed my jacket and shirt, and then the chains attached tightened and pulled my arms out to the sides, and held them tight.

Secured I thought they would leave, but no, they undid my trousers and pulled them down, removed my shoes and socks, and then my trousers and underpants, and shackled my ankles and pulled my legs apart. Now they were happy, they left and closed and locked the door, leaving me shackled uncomfortably, and naked, gagged and blindfolded.

I suppose it was wise to remove my trousers it saved them getting wet when I needed to go, shackled I had to do it where I stood, I couldn't go to the toilet.

I was like that till morning, how do I know? Simple, the door opened, and then I felt one hell of a slap, and she said, "Good morning," so I knew I was like that, all night.

"You know up outside, the sun is as bright as ever, the start of another beautiful day dawning, but you won't see it, will you, hey? You were a naughty boy, don't worry; we know just what to do with naughty little boys. Oh my, couldn't you wait? Now, well no you don't know the rules as yet, do you? If you did, you would know that you would now have the floor to lick clean, the whole floor, all of it. Guard this cage needs swilling out later. Do it once I have my prisoner where I want them, they are to be interviewed. Is interview room two free?" She asked the answer was affirmative, "Good, book it for me will you?

Now Mr Simpson, breakfast, it is very nice, a full breakfast, but there are rules, you cannot eat and talk at the same time, so I will give you a moment to decide which, you want to do. Right, time up now do you want to eat?" she asked me, I nodded, "Good, you need to keep your energy up, for later. So if you speak when you have told me you want to eat, and knowing that you cannot do both. I will stop feeding you, now isn't that simple, you eat, great, you talk, naughty, no food. I do so hope that is simple enough, for you? I am about to remove the gag, so; do not, talk," she told me, and she was talking down to me.

I was starving, and because of the way they had treated me, I decided that to eat was the best idea, so I ate the lot I think, she said that I had. It was good ham, and eggs with hash browns, lovely, and coffee which I sucked up a straw, fed and watered I decided to speak, I am not daft.

"Right bitch, what the fuck is going on? This is false imprisonment, I'll have you, for kidnap," I said foolishly, she slapped me, and another foul-tasting gag was pushed in my mouth.

"Now, you can't talk, and that is going to prove a problem in a few moments, as you will find out. The slap was for what you called me, and the gag, well she wore them all day and night yesterday. Yes they are panties, or knickers, you have a big mouth, so they needed to be big to fill it, enjoy the taste, until we begin. Oh you do now know the rule, you relieve yourself in any way, and you lick it up, no matter what it is, this teaches our guests, self control. I am looking forward, to later," she said, and left closing the door, and locking it.

Did you know that black coffee is an enuretic? I didn't until a few moments after she had left, and then it occurred to me, as I wanted a toilet, and then I needed a toilet, and then I was aching for a toilet, and then I was desperate for one, and did it on the floor. I am sure the bitch was watching me through the door just waiting until I did it, and then came in.

"Oh my, oh my, what have you done? And after me reminding you about the rules, well I can see we will have to train you, before the court case. I can't have you going into court and emptying your bladder on the floor, can I? You dirty, little boy," she chastised me.

Why did I feel humiliated? They were the ones that had me fastened so that I couldn't use the toilet, yet I hung my head in shame, why is that?

"Ladies, be careful where you tread, this dirty, little boy has emptied his bladder on the floor. Now Mr Simpson, I have some questions to ask you, and some form filling to do. I also need to explain certain things to you, so be a good boy, and do as told. These ladies, do not mess about, they have been specially trained by me to handle violent, and vicious prisoners," She told me.

They relaxed the wrist shackles, and pulled my arms behind my back. They put the handcuffs back on them, and then relaxed the ankle shackles, and put shackles on them as well, and pushed and shoved me out of the cell, and down the corridor.

We turned left as we had done when I was put in the cell, which means that it would have been on my right, as we entered, I was pushed along, and then turned. They undid my wrists and put fresh shackles on them, and then my arms were pulled up and out, in an 'X,' and they did the same with my ankles. Why didn't I fight them, I was blindfolded, and there were at least three of them, so if I had, by the time I had got free, and removed the blindfold, they would have been on me. It also occurred to me that I was inside, and the very place I needed to be, to find out more.