"The Engagement" - Chapter 1
"Oh yes, my love!" Mary looked deep in John's eyes as he slipped the
diamond engagement ring on her finger. He had just proposed, and she had
immediately accepted. His lips found hers and they kissed tenderly.
John's tongue tentatively probed inside her and she allowed it for a
moment before breaking off the kiss. They were going to be married,
after all, but their strict religious upbringing meant neither of them
would let things get out of control until their wedding night. They were
both devout young Christians from good families, and although they had
been highschool sweethearts for years, neither had seen each other
naked. Aside from the one time they got a little carried away and
actually French kissed while John nervously stroked Mary's firm breasts
for a few moments, the pair really were saving themselves for marriage.
"Come on, we'd better try and find our way home. Our families will be
getting worried.." John spoke, and started clearing the remains of their
picnic. They had gone for a drive in the countryside on a lazy
summer's afternoon, it was a Saturday, and very peaceful. They had not
seen another soul for hours.
They took a few wrong turns, and drove down endless country roads for
nearly two hours before realizing they were completely lost. They had
seen no living soul, nor even street signs to help them out. Finally, to
make things even worse, the car broke down. The engine made some funny
noises and slowly died. John tried to restart the car, to no avail. It
eventually coasted to a halt and the young couple looked at each other.
John spoke first. "We'll have to see about getting to a telephone. There
must be a farmhouse or something around here." She nodded agreement,
they locked the car and looked around. The woods were thick here, and
they could see no sign of civilization. John shrugged and lead the way
in the direction they had been traveling.
About half a mile up the road, they came across a mailbox by what had to
be a driveway leading into the forest. It was a long driveway, a few
minutes later their spirits lifted as a large, rambling mansion with
several outbuildings came into view. They walked up to the front door
and knocked.
A few moments later, an attractive blonde opened the door, she was
wearing a traditional maid's costume. She looked John and Mary up and
down and raised an eyebrow. "Yes? How can I help you?." she enquired.
John cleared his throat and explained that their car had broken down, he
asked to use the telephone to call the nearest garage. The woman didn't
react, she just stared at him blankly. John was starting to get uneasy, but
couldn't quite put his finger on what caused his concern. The woman
stepped aside and waved John and Mary into the large tiled entrance
hall. Majestic twin staircases swept up to a large mezzanine where a
tall man stood, a glass of champagne in his hand. Wearing a tuxedo, he
was ruggedly handsome, about forty years old. His temples showed just
enough grey hair to look distinguished.
"Welcome to my humble home. What a pleasant surprise! I was just
entertaining some friends. Come, you must join us for a cool drink." He
beckoned with one hand. John and Mary glanced at each other and shrugged.
"Thank you, that would be nice." John accepted on their behalf and the
young couple mounted the stairs. John shook the man's hand and
introduced himself and Mary.
"Charmed." the man murmured as he bowed and brushed his lips on Mary's
hand. "My name is Robert Stevens III." He turned and led the way through
beautifully paneled double doors and they found themselves in a large living
room. There were perhaps twenty men and women standing and sitting
around, drinks in hand. They were all dressed to the hilt, and Mary felt a
little uncomfortable in her plain sun dress. Standing in each corner of the
room were large, muscular black men, obviously man servants by their dress.
The man snapped his fingers and another maid appeared instantly.
"June, please fetch our guests some lemonade." She too was wearing a
maid's costume, with a very short skirt, petticoats, seamed stocking, high
heels and a little apron. The look was completed by a little starched cap.
John tried not to stare as she sashayed toward a wet bar.
"I'm sorry - we didn't mean to interrupt your party." he apologized to
his host. "Nonsense. You're most welcome to join us, this is just an
informal little gathering to celebrate the engagement of two friends."
He glanced at an attractive young couple seated nearby. They smiled and
nodded at John and Mary. Mary gushed. "Congratulations! As a matter of
fact, John proposed to me today!" She raised her hand and displayed her
engagement ring.
The maid returned with a silver tray and served them tall, frosted
glasses of lemonade. Mr. Stevens noticed John's eyes staring at the
collar she wore, made of black velvet, it had a small golden padlock
dangling from it. A sly little smile played on the man's lips. "She's
quite lovely, isn't she. One of my favorite little slaves, and quite
exotic. The lock is of course symbolic, she couldn't imagine a life
without her Master. Could you, dear?." The maid spoke for the first
time. "No, Master." Their host dismissed her and waved a hand at the
other guests. "She is not alone, as you can see, my friends share my
proclivities." They could now see that scattered among the other guests
were several women with similar collars to the maids, each with a little
padlock.
John and Mary were dismayed. John found his voice first, and handed his
drink to his host. 'That's enough. We're leaving now. You people are a
bunch of sick perverts. Come on, Mary." He took his fiancee by the arm
and steered her toward the door. Their little scene had been noticed by
all the other guests, who watched silently.
"Not so fast, young man." The man's voice was harsh, commanding. John
turned. "I think you need to learn a lesson or two, you are very quick
to judge my friends and I - in my own house, no less." John snorted in
disgust and turned to leave. The man snapped his fingers and suddenly,
strong arms seized the young couple from behind. Mary screamed in fright
and the black manservant quickly clapped his hand over her mouth. He
held her wrists pinned easily behind her. John struggled fiercely but
the two burly servants holding him were far too strong, he surrendered
as their master walked up.
"I think you'll be enjoying my hospitality for quite a bit longer than
you expected. I shall enjoy instructing you in the ways of the real
world. Your self-righteous hypocrisy angers me, when I'm done with you,
it will have disappeared. Count on that!" John tried to hide his terror.
His voice shook as he spoke. "You must be crazy. You can't just hold us
prisoner here!"
The man chuckled wryly. "Oh, but I can you see. And quite easily. He
turned to the other guests, who had gathered in a large circle and were
watching the proceedings with great interest. "Don't you all agree?"
There was a ripple of laughter that sounded very sinister to John. These
people were all in on some little secret, and John didn't dare imagine
what that might be. "Listen mister, you're all crazy!" John got no
further before the man struck him hard in the stomach and left him
gasping for air.
"Your first lesson, young man is that I am not 'mister'. In fact, I am Master,
and you shall address me that way from now on. You will only speak when
spoken to, and you will show proper respect at all times. The same applies
to you, young lady."
He spoke to the servant holding Mary. "Take them away. You know what to
do." He turned away contemptuously and rejoined his other guests as the
three strapping black servants led John and Mary from the room. The
fourth, a man named Charles who was the Major Domo in charge of the
other servants, remained and listened carefully as his master issued
detailed instructions before rejoining his guests.
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MARY
Mary had never been so scared in her life, and she had to fight to keep
from wetting herself, as the big black man dragged her away from John.
He took her to a bedroom and locked her inside before leaving. She
looked around the room. It seemed to be a fairly average room, with a
king size bed and nice furnishings, except that the windows were all
barred, suggesting this house had held reluctant guests before.
Mary turned at the sound of the door. One of the black men entered,
along with the submissive maid she had seen earlier. "My name is
Charles, and I believe you've already been introduced to June. We're
here to get you ready for the Master. Please undress."
Mary stared at him. "Do as you're told, miss. Either way, you will strip
naked, but if you cooperate, it'll be a lot easier on you." He stared
back, and it was obvious to her that he meant it. Behind the man, June
looked at her and nodded, as if to warn Mary of what would happen if she
did not comply.
Slowly, she stripped down to her bra and panties. "All of it." Charles ordered.
Humiliated, she obeyed and stood before them. Charles now turned to June.
"You know what to do. Prepare this girl for the Master." Leaving Mary in her
expert hands, Charles left to attend to other business, locking the door behind
him. It didn't take him long to find the couple's abandoned car and hot wire it,
a trick he had learned in his youth, spent in city slums. He parked the car in a
large barn behind the house and closed the doors. Tomorrow, he would push
the vehicle over a cliff into a nearby river, making sure it exploded. When the
police found the wreck, they would assume the occupants' bodies had been
washed away. It was not the first time he had helped his Master make people
disappear.
Taking Mary by the hand, June led her into the bathroom and ran a hot tub for
her. She made Mary immerse herself in the musky scented water and began to
shave her legs, arms and armpits. Finally, she shaved between Mary's legs and
around her anus. Mary knew better than to protest, and when the woman was
finished Mary's body was completely hairless.
Drying her off, the woman led Mary to the dressing table, where she fixed
Mary's face and hair. As Mary watched her reflection in the large mirror,
she saw herself gradually being transform into a rather slutty-looking
woman, the kind of woman she and her religious friends scorned, with big
hair, and heavy make-up. She had never worn makeup in her life, and she
found it hard to believe how the thick coat of bright red lip gloss made
her lips seem fuller.
Finally, she was made to dress in a lacy white garter belt, matching seamed
stockings, opera-length silk gloves and very high heels. She could barely
maintain her balance in her shoes, the heels were so high. She looked around,
but could see no other articles of clothing. June guessed her thoughts and
confirmed them. "That's right honey, these are all the clothes you'll be needing."
Charles had returned from his errand and had been watching impassively.
He now stepped forward and handed Mary a glass of water and several
pills. She looked at them. They were all different shapes and colors.
"What are these?" she asked the man with a tremor in her voice.
"Think of them as vitamin tablets, they'll make things easier for you later,"
he intoned, "So just take them, and shut up."
Reluctantly, she did as she was told and was then led from the room. She
had barely taken a dozen steps before she started feeling dizzy.
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JOHN
My mind reeled as I was carried away by those two silent gorillas. I
struggled when the other guy led Mary away, but there was nothing I could
do. I called out to her. "Be brave honey, remember I love you!" Her
eyes pleaded silently as she was firmly marched around a corner.
I was to find out later what these weirdos were all about. Basically,
they liked to play sex games. Kinky sex games. Robert Stevens was a very
wealthy man. Semi-retired, he had the time and resources to dedicate to
his hobbies, and a network of like minded friends to play with. Bondage/
Discipline and Sadism/Masochism featured prominently in their sport,
although they were all basically dominant. Their slaves were not
considered part of the group as such, they were mere playthings, not
humans in their masters' eyes.
The two man servants took me down to the cellar of the house and into a
special room. When they turned on the light, I saw that it had been fitted
out like some kind of weird dungeon.
They locked heavy leather cuffs around my wrists and attached them to a
hook hanging from the tall ceiling by a heavy chain. I pleaded for my
freedom, but my only reward was to have a red rubber ball gag forced
between my teeth and buckled into place behind my head. One of them
walked over to the nearest wall, where some kind of pulley arrangement
connected to the ceiling hook. He started cranking, and I winced as my
feet left the floor and my wrists and shoulders took all of my weight.
One of them produced a switchblade and I froze. My mind whirled
terror-struck as he approached me again. My relief was almost tangible
when he only used it to cut all my clothes off, although I wasn't
exactly thrilled at hanging naked from the ceiling before two strange
black men.
The other man opened a small refrigerator in a corner of the dungeon and
removed a small metal case. He opened it to reveal a hypodermic syringe,
with which he carefully drew some kind of clear liquid from a small
vial. He tapped the syringe to clear it of any air bubbles. What was that
stuff? I was helpless to resist as he deftly plunged it into my buttock
and injected me with the drug. It took effect almost immediately, and I
lost consciousness.
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As soon as his body slumped to hang motionless from the ceiling hook,
the two black men prepared him for what was to follow. One of them
carefully shaved John's groin and swabbed his penis with alcohol while
the other sterilised some surgical instruments. He went over to a chest
of drawers and studied the contents of the top drawer. Satisfied, he
removed a tiny padlock and what apeared to be a stainless steel sheath
of some sort, about three inches long, one inch in diameter and lined on
the inside with sharp little studs.
He fit it over John's now shaven, flaccid penis. One end fit smoothly
against the base of his cock, and the other sat snugly under the crown.
The man had to stretch John's cock a little, but that was the whole
idea. It was a perfect fit. He pulled a bit of flesh from below the head
John's penis, where there was a small gap in the shining cylinder, and
asked his comrade to hold it, stretched into place with a pair of surgical
tongs. Finally, he produced a thick needle and carefully ran it through
the stretched fold of flesh. He threaded the hasp of the padlock through
the newly pierced penis and clicked it shut. John's was now locked into
a steel sheath that would prevent him from gaining a full erection, and,
in fact, the studs lining the shaft would torture his poor cock if he
started to become erect.
Finally, they lowered John from the ceiling and dressed him in a larger
version of the maid's costume that June wore, complete with a garter belt,
sheer seamed stockings and 5" black patent leather, stilettoed high heeled
shoes. His humiliation would be complete.
Their work done, they waited patiently for John to regain consciousness.
That didn't take very long, and they laughed out loud at the look of
horror on his face when he realized what they had done to him. "Well my
boy, there'll be some cocks spewing later on, but your's won't be one of
'em! The Master will only remove that sheath for his pleasure and
amusement, not yours!"
They were still chuckling as they fastened his cuffed wrists together
behind his back. They took him back to the living room where his fiancee
was on her hands and knees in the center of the floor.
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MARY
They took me back to the living room. I was hideously embarrassed. I
mean, I wasn't wearing any clothes! The outfit they'd made me wear left
my private parts and breasts totally exposed, and they'd even shaved
away what little modesty my pubic hair would have afforded me.
But I soon forgot about that, in fact, I soon forgot about everything. I
didn't know what was in those pills that they gave me, but it must have
been a pretty powerful cocktail as it was impossible to think, or
concentrate on anything. I felt strangely docile and I felt an unfamiliar
moisture between my legs and my body was very relaxed. My escorts
didn't need to hold me or anything, I went obediently where they told me,
like an mindless sheep. When we entered the living room, all the men
and women, and my Master, were still there, except that they had changed
their clothes. None of the men wore anything, and it was only the mind
numbing effects of the drugs that kept me from shutting my eyes at the
spectacle. The women were all dressed much like I was, like sluts. I was
told to get on my hands and knees on the floor, which I did. That's pretty
much the last thing I remember before my mind blacked out completely,
but Master later showed me a videotape of what happened next.
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Chapter Two contains the following themes: M+/f, FF/f, M+/m,
M+/ts, wife, nc, mc, b&d, M dom, forced transexualism, voyeur
