My heels clacked on the pavement as I was ejected from the van. I stumbled, flailing my arms to balance me, so that I did not fall on my face. The height of the heels and the restrictiveness of the tight dress that I wore made regaining my balance difficult, but somehow, I didn't fall on the rough tarmac. Lucky too; I really didn't want to be wandering about with grazed knees.
The cackling from behind me drew my attention. Only moments before the van had come to a sudden, screeching halt when Zoe found, what she called, 'the perfect spot to abandon the little slut'. Charlie had quickly opened the sliding door and, along with Alex, easily forced me out into the cold, dark street. I couldn't really be expected to put up much resistance. After all, I was in rather restrictive clothing, whereas my would-be kidnappers were not. Also, the two of them were far bigger and stronger than me.
The night was not going the way I had thought. I had finished work early; perks of working from home. My plan was to try on some cute outfits that were delivered earlier in the week and then experiment with some makeup looks. A nice way to kickstart the weekend, I had thought. Initially things were going well. I had a cute pink floral lacy lingerie set on and some black fine fishnets. I had already started the basics of my makeup when they burst into my bedroom. I gasped loudly, dropping the brush I was holding, as the door swung open revealing my worst nightmare; my flatmate and her two best friends looking at me dressed like a sissy.
I had no idea they were even home. Usually when one of us gets in we call out. It benefits me because I know when it's safe to 'play'. Today was different though. She hadn't done that. In fact, she had been as quiet as possible so that I wasn't aware she was home. She knew that I planned to dress up and wanted to catch me. The question was how. How had she known there was something to catch? I was always so careful with my clothes, makeup, and toys.
They were smirking mischievously as they slowly entered my room.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Alex said playfully.
Alex was my flatmate. She was around five foot eleven on bare foot. She was an avid gym goer and worked in marketing. We'd been renting together for the past three months. So far things had been going pretty well. I preferred having a female flatmate for obvious reasons. We got along okay, and she didn't spend too much time inside; good for me as I could dress up more. Little did I know that she was aware of my dressing since we moved in together.
"It's not what it looks like."
I can't believe I just said that. How cliché. Of course it was what it looked like.
"Really?" Charlie asked. "Because it looks like you're dressing like a little sissy for some fun."
Charlie was Alex's childhood best friend. They'd known each other for around 20 years and were inseparable. He'd always intimidated me as he was much taller and stronger than me. He also constantly over shared and was very handsy around me. Since he was around six foot seven and I was 5 foot six; he dwarfed me. It didn't help that he was very muscular and very gay. I had no problem with someone's sexuality, but he obviously had a crush on me and had a problem taking no for an answer.
I remember how he would brush up against me so that I felt his cock. Or how he would pick me up despite my protests. The humiliation I felt when he picked me up and pressed himself against my butt was overwhelming. The lewd comments by Alex didn't help.
"Gotta admit though Nicky, you look really cute."
I blushed when he said that. I hated his nickname for me. My names Nick not Nicky! I didn't say anything in protest though. I was frozen in fear.
"I agree, Charlie," Zoe teased. "If I couldn't see that little thing between your legs then I'd swear you were a real girl."
I followed her gaze and realised, in horror, that I was still wearing my chastity cage. The device poked through my crotchless bodysuit. I had forgotten I was wearing it. I just hoped they wouldn't ask where the keys were.
Zoe was a friend of Alex's from University. They had been in the same classes throughout and had become great friends, joining the same company after university. She, like Charlie, was around the flat almost every weekend. Zoe was nice but had a mean streak in her; she enjoyed teasing me about being smaller than the three of them and made obscene comments. I liked her though. She dressed provocatively but not slutty. She seemed to love leather as she was always wearing it, no matter what the weather. Zoe was the reason Alex and I were flatmates.
I sat there frozen to the spot, waiting for them to say something. I couldn't speak. I sat before them, in my pink lingerie, chastity cage and makeup with, unbeknown to them, a plug in my butt.
"Well stand up Nicky! You've worked hard so far. Let's see what we're working with."
I remained sat on the floor, determined to ignore Alex's request.
"You ignoring me, slut?" Alex asked teasingly. "Do I need to ask Charlie to pick you up?"
I saw wicked smiles emerge on Charlie and Zoe's faces. They wanted me to be defiant and see me humiliated, albeit for different reasons. Resentfully, I stood up.
"Better slut," Alex said.
I stood, in my pretty lingerie and accessories, before the three of them. Zoe and Charlie circled me, admiring me. I felt awkward but strangely flattered and turned on.
I gasped softly as Charlie started caressing my body. He ran his hands up and down, enjoying the feel of the lacy lingerie on my chest and stomach from behind. I felt his hands squeeze my butt and I silently prayed he wouldn't explore any further. I wished I could run but Zoe was standing in front of me, also admiring me. Alex was standing to my side with her phone pointed directly at me.
Great, I thought. They're taking evidence.
Zoe squatted down to examine my cage. She cupped my balls in her hand and turned them in every direction. I felt her tug on the lock that secured the cage to me and then tugged at the tube part. She rose back to look down at me; even at five foot ten she was taller than me.
"That thing is really locked on isn't it?" Zoe asked.
I bit my lip and remained silent. I really didn't want to engage with them and risk giving them more ammunition to use against me. I didn't have much of a choice either way though as I was soon to find out. Zoe cupped my chin in her hands and looked down at me menacingly.
"Things will go better for you if you behave," she said threateningly.
I could see that mean streak in her eyes again. Forgetting Charlie for a moment, I knew that both Alex and Zoe could overpower me singlehandedly if they wanted to. All three of them were the definition of gym bunnies; strong, toned and muscular. I wasn't unfit by any means. I kept myself slim and in shape obsessively, but I had no strength to compare to any of them. If I tried to fight them, I'd be embarrassed quickly. Alex and Zoe also had a couple of years each worth of self-defence training to combat me with. So far all they had done was humiliate me a little. It was probably best to keep them happy.
"Ye - Mmmmm," I moaned, cutting off my answer. Charlie had found my plug and his investigations were pushing it deeper, intensifying my pleasure.
"What was that?" Alex asked.
"This little slut has a butt plug in," Charlie responded.
Both girls burst into giggles while Charlie had fun playing with my plug. He grabbed the flared base between two fingers and started to push, and pull, the plug in different directions. This sudden sensitivity had me moaning like a slut inadvertently.
"You like that you little slut?" Charlie taunted me. "Maybe if you're a good slut, I'll shove something bigger up there."
His insinuation snapped me back to reality and I moved to try to get away. Charlie, sensing my reluctance, wrapped a thick, strong arm around me and held me still. Pulling me tight against his body, I felt the warmth emanating from his groin and smelt his lavender scented skin. With it established that I wasn't going anywhere, Alex stepped up and clarified a few things for me.
"Let me tell you how things are going to go slut. I have pics of you dressed like you are. We want to have some fun with you now. As Zoe said, things will go easier for you if you behave and do as you're told."
She took a pause from her monologue. I started to have questions. What kind of fun? How did they know I would be dressed up? What would they do if I misbehaved?
"To simplify things, I will allow you to ask a few questions before we begin."
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, fearfully.
