Chapter 1 - Dreams

 

I had stayed up late reading the book; it was good, exciting and riveting. It was all about sexual encounters with a dominatrix. How she made her slaves do, as told, making some of them into females. Not fully, almost, she liked cock, so didn't remove it, but they had to keep it hidden, when cleaning, her castle.

It was set on an island, and there was a village of females, like Amazonian women hard, tough, and sexually active, as long as they didn't, become pregnant.

Boy, some of the antics they got up to, made me wonder if they were, possible. I mean, I like to try new positions, and to see how many orgasms the woman I am fucking, can take, but these women demanded fifteen orgasms, and it hurt, when the male failed.

Her dungeon was a torture chamber, and her cells were dire, locked in the dark, with straw for a bed, and well a corner, instead of a bucket. Talk about taking a person down a peg or two, she lowered them right down to a base material, to be rebuilt, as she wanted.

I went to sleep thinking about being taken, by these women, and made to be, their stud, nightly satisfying one of them. I had a hard on going to sleep, thinking about, the adventure. I fully expected to wake to a wet bed, the book was so sexy, and in your face.

I went to sleep thinking of the reason for them to take me. I wasn't married so infidelity was not a reason; what the fuck could, it be? I didn't want to have committed a crime like sexual assault. But it needed to be something bad, or did it?

What if I hadn't done it, but someone who looked like me, and they got the wrong man, for the crime. Now that, had legs, but what about the name, wouldn't they check that, hum, why, did they, take me?

It was perhaps something to consider, in the morning. I closed my eyes to the vision of a pair of watermelons closing in, blindfolding me with them, as she crushed my face into her massive tits.

 

Chapter 2 - The Regime

 

"Madam, it has come to our attention that in the lower lands a male has been treating females as a toy, a means to their satisfaction, and not the satisfaction of the females, they were forcing themselves, upon.

This is a dastardly act upon females, and as is our duty we suggest that they be brought into line by your efforts, if that is your wish?" a female in uniform asked.

"You say that they use females, is this by consent, or by force?" The woman she called Madam asked.

"It is hard to decide, the females seem to me complicit, but then seem to object," the officer said.

"I see, so they say yes, and then change their minds, is that the case?" The Madam asked.

"So, it would seem, Madam, yet they don't seem to object. It is more as if they are doing as expected, rather than objecting," the officer said.

"Would you say that the male forces themselves, upon the female?" The Madam asked.

"Erm, yes, but the females do not seem to object, once they are contained, erm, controlled," the officer said.

"OK, bring the male in for questioning," the Madam ordered her.

"It is just as you wished Mistress, bring the male in, and you can question him," the officer said to another woman in uniform, outside of the office.

"Do we have a fix on the male, I am interested in?" the other officer asked.

"Yes, he is in bed asleep, Lieutenant," the officer looking at her screen, said.

The lieutenant left her, and went into the squad room, and smiled.

"You, erm, you, erm, you, and you come with me; we have a male, to collect," the lieutenant said, smiling.

"About time, I was getting board, sitting here waiting for one of them to fall foul, of us," one of the officers she had selected said.

"Is it a juicy one?" another asked.

"I know you are all keen, but let's wait, and see? I get to question the male, it has, well, shall we say, transgressed, but to what degree; I have yet, to find out," the lieutenant said, "Ladies, it is asleep, so shouldn't cause us a problem, let's keep it that way. Corporal, remove the door, quietly, you take the car out of the garage, and reverse our van in. You two are with me," the lieutenant said, organising her squad.

As the one told to change my car for their van, started to do as told; the others made their way around the back, and the soldier told to; removed the patio door. She put the crow bar under it, to lift it out of the channel. One of the others helped her lift it out of the frame, and stand it to one side.

They entered, and crept up to the bedroom, to see the sleeping form in the bed, fast asleep, as expected. The lieutenant smiled, so far so good, now the feathers would fly, as they took him.

The lieutenant motioned to her soldiers.

It's my dream, so fuck you lot, they can do as, I wish.

One of the soldiers moved silently, and rolled me over onto my back, and as I began to wake, she planted her clit on my mouth, covered, as expected, by her panties.

She then moved a fraction, and I was being suffocated, "Lie still, and she will stop, suffocating you," the lieutenant said, I did, and she moved back, as I began to lie still.

"We can do this the hard way, or the easy way, you decide. I prefer the hard way, I enjoy it far more, but the person suffering at my hands tends to regret, picking that way. The soldier, sitting comfortably, will now rise up a fraction, and we will gag you, and then blindfold you. Move your hands, and I will accept your decision for it to be, the hard way," the lieutenant said.

The soldier sitting on my mouth lifted a fraction, and pulled her panties down, and off carefully, avoiding lifting, too high. She then slipped her hand under her skirt, and put her panties to my lips. I went to move her, and I felt a hand on mine holding it down, as she lifted fully. A hand gripped my balls, and began to squeeze hard; I opened my mouth to shout out, as the panties were stuffed in, quickly.

Her skirt was still covering my eyes; she had just rocked forward, to allow her panties to be stuffed in my mouth, and the tape put over it. That was when I went to remove the tape, and a hand gripped my arm.

Hands seemed to go under her skirt, and plasters were put on my eyes, blindfolding me.

Then they rolled me over, how many of them there were, I had no idea, but at least six, from the feel of hands pushing my arms up my back, so that they could put the handcuffs on me.

Now they pulled the bed clothes back, and stripped me naked. I wondered what they thought about the erect penis standing proud, as they stripped me.

I was now naked, and lying face down on the bed, as they began to truss me up for the journey. They tied my ankles together, and then used the rope to go to my knees, and tie them together. On up to my thighs, and again once around them, and under the rope around them, ready to carry on up to my waist, where they tied it off, around my waist.

They took another rope, and tied it around my elbows, there must have been a loop in the end, they pulled it tight, pulling my elbows in, and then took the rope down to my wrists, where they wrapped it around, and then on down to my knees where they tied it off.

Next the put a plank, I presumed, on my back, and stood me up, holding me up while they tied the plank to me, my ankles, knees, hips, waist and chest, making it impossible for me to get free.

I did wonder why they hadn't tied my wrists together, using the handcuffs, now I understood, they removed the cuffs, and lay one on each side of the plank, and tied them, to the plank, they now lay me face down on the floor.

They rolled me onto my back, and gathered around me that was what it felt like.

"Hum, interesting, do you stuff that, up a female?" she asked, examining my dick.

I nodded eagerly.

"Really that, does it enter her, or just open the gates?" she asked, belittling me.

"Lieutenant, did you know that a flea's cock is longer than its body, it sticks out forward of the head, pro rata to size; it is the longest cock known to man. It doesn't fuck the partner, it is like all males, it stuffs it up as it jumps, and squirts, making the female pregnant, well fertilises the eggs, hence the length. Let's face it, like all males up, shoot, and off, just like our males, the only difference is, if it fucked the female; she would need to open her mouth to allow the excess, out," a soldier said, mocking me, again.

"Talk about deep throat that, says it all," a soldier said.

"I don't believe you, but I liked the story," the lieutenant said.

"Part is true, they have the longest penis of any species, at two and a half times the length of the body, somewhat like him, having a two-meter penis, and they don't copulate, as we do. The male is on the back of the female, and the penis is located part way down the body. So, it needs to be that long, but I liked the idea of chewing on the end, it gives you something to do, while they satisfy themselves, doesn't it?" The soldier asked.

"Now we don't want any puddles in the van, do we? So, for you two new officers on collection detail, we now insert what is called a catheter; it drains the bladder, ensuring, no puddles.

The other end can be inserted in the mouth, perpetual motion, a complete cycle in and out, and back in, or as with this one, into a bag, it hasn't annoyed me enough yet, to put it in perpetual, motion. Temper the degree of discomfort, with the degree of annoyance, the more the subject annoys, the nastier they travel, and more painful the journey is, or disconcerting, for the subject. What did we do first, you?" the lieutenant asked.

"We, erm, we put the gag in," she replied.

"No, have you been taking notes, this will be in the exam?" the lieutenant asked, and then asked the next one.

"We sat on the subjects face, suffocating them into compliance," she replied.

"Good, you stand a chance of passing the exam. It is very important that you watch; what we do. Yes, my sergeant sat on the subject's face, placing her clit on the mouth, close enough to move a fraction, and block off the air supply, if necessary. In this case it wasn't; also remember that it is important that you keep reminding the subject that once they lie still, you will clear, the airway. It is not usual for the subject to pass out, from the lack of air, they usually comply once they realise you mean, what you say. It is very important that once they are still, you clear the airway, quickly," the lieutenant said.

'Fuck me, this was a training exercise, or a lesson in capturing a subject, and I didn't know it. Nor did I volunteer to be, the subject, OK, you have completed the exercise, you can release me now,' I thought.

"The mask please, this goes over the head, to ensure the subject cannot see where we are taking them, and it has a mouth piece, which presses against the gag, ensuring that does not come out. The last thing we want is a wailing male in the back of the van, so make sure you put it on, correctly. You got the question right, so you put it on," the lieutenant said.

I felt the leather mask going over my head, and I felt her adjust it to make sure the gag, and blindfold parts, were positioned correctly, then I felt it tighten, as she tied the draw strings at the back, I presumed, but then the ends were fastened to the plank at the top.

"Excellent did you see her check that the gag, and blindfold were positioned correctly, well done, officer. Now we just need the bag, and coffin. They lifted me up, and I felt the cloth as they slipped me inside a bag, and then they lay me down, and I heard an electric screw driver, as they screwed the lid on the, what did she call it, a coffin? That was the point I almost, disgraced myself.

I felt the lift, and being carried, I didn't hear any moans or grunts, so they must be strong, to carry me, without any apparent, effort. Even down the stairs it felt effortless, and then out into the van, and being dumped on the base. I heard the doors being closed, and the engine start. We moved a short way, and then stopped, just ten feet perhaps. Then we waited, and then we were off, and it wasn't a short distance, we drove on and on, and being sleepy any way, I thought I would have slept, it wasn't that uncomfortable, and I was warm. I didn't, perhaps the anxiety kept me awake, or excitement.

I was between excitement, and fear, looking forward to the domination perhaps, yet dreading it. I mean what had I done that was so wrong, to be kidnapped in the middle of the night, bundled into a box called a coffin, loaded into a van, and taken for a long ride, a very, long ride.

Air holes in the lid of the box would probably have allowed me to see the sun rise, the journey felt so long, then again; I had no idea of what the time was, when the collected me. Or to be honest when the sun rose, but it was not an hour-long journey it was a lot, lot longer.

Then it was slower, and less straight, more like normal roads say, before it must have been a motorway.

We then went through a period of stop, and start, a town perhaps, with traffic lights. On and on we drove, now the road was even more twisty, and bumpy.

Finally, the van stopped, and I heard the doors open, and close. I waited and waited, it must have been a good half hour or more, before I heard the van doors open again, and then we drove off again; a toilet, stop, but not for me, then again, I didn't need, to go.

Another good hour-long drive, before we stopped again, and now I could smell the sea breeze, the ozone from being close, to the sea.

We waited again, and not for a short time, until the van moved off, and we mounted a ramp. I heard the metal clanging of driving onto a ramp. Then we stopped, and there was a general hubbub, of people in perhaps a car ferry, yet they all seemed to know, each other.

"Hi Mavis," one said, "June did you," I heard, "Babs, the concert was," short sentences of greeting, but nothing in depth, and they faded, as if they were talking as they walked past, the van.

I felt the rock of the boat, and it grew as we left, the harbour, I presumed, and then there was a steady rocking motion, as the waves crashed against the bow. An hour later, and we slowed, I heard the rush of the propellers, as they were switched into reverse, to slow us.

There was a bump, and then the voices, "Yes, tomorrow at seven, great, a girl's night out," One was saying.

"I can't be bothered now, it can wait till later," one said, and a door opened.

Another door opened with a creek, then a moment later both doors were slammed shut.

We waited, and then we drove off, now the road was definitely not a normal road, it was rutted, uneven, and I was bounced around, at one point the coffin left the base, and we landed with a thump.

The van stopped, and the doors opened, I lay there waiting, and waiting, they were in no hurry, to get me out of the van. After quite some time, the back doors opened, and I was dragged out, and I was being carried. We entered a building, their heels clicked now on stone flags, rather than the gravel drive.

I was tilted, which meant that we were going down stairs, lower and lower, then we turned, and along a short way; then a sharp turn, and I was dumped unceremoniously on the floor. I heard a door close, and a lock turning, and then nothing.

The hours slowly slipped by, one after the other, long, slow hours with nothing to do, to take my mind off, my situation.

Eventually, I heard the lock turning, and then the squeak of the door opening, and closing again.

There were two, or more in the room, and then an electric drill started up. It was a hammer drill from the sound, they were drilling a solid wall from the sound of it, and not once they drilled several holes, then noises of something like chains. The drill started up again, but now it was a screw driver. Then they left, closed, and locked the door, and I was alone again. Later the door opened again, and this time it was, for me.

The electric drill started, and the screws were removed, the lid lifted. I felt hands lifting me, undoing the ropes holding me, and then lifting me, and carrying me. They stood me up, and while one held me against the wall others released my ankles. They had cut the bottom of the bag to get at my ankles. They fastened straps around my ankles, and from the sound attached chains to the straps. Then they pulled on my legs, they undid the bindings to my ankles, and pulled on my ankles again, lifting the bag as my legs got wider and wider, until they were wide apart, uncomfortably, wide apart.

They removed the bag, and then untied a hand, after putting a strap around it, and attaching the chain. They now eased my hand out from behind me, and began to pull it out sideways; they did the same to the other hand, and then removed the wood from down my back.

They made sure I was fixed securely, and then left; I heard the door squeak, and the lock turning.

I stood there naked, shackled to the wall, which was cold, blindfolded, and gagged, waiting, but for what?