Hillbilly Halloween Hoedown

The following story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read. All characters are 18+.

"W-What...what happened?" I groan a deep groan, my head feeling like toxic waste as I wake up. My eyes are closed and my body sore as I come out of my deep sleep. And I do mean deep. It feels like a struggle to force my conscious mind to resume and come out of the darkness. The sort of sleep that feels like coming out of surgery.

"Come on Jim, wake up," I tell myself. Using all of my concentration, I will my 43-year-old mind to pop out of whatever daze I am in. It's a harsh haze too, making me feel like I was drugged or knocked out. It very much feels like trying to climb out of a giant pit.

My eyes aren't open yet, but I feel the air blowing on my face. A lot of air too. Along with this air, I hear the unmistakable sound of a car's engine. A loud car engine. Like so loud that the car must be really old. I...I think I'm in a car and wind is blowing in my face.

Finally my eyes open and I see where I am, not that I understand it. I am indeed in a car. I'm in the back seat of a very old car that happens to be some sort of convertible. Only I don't think it was meant as a convertible. This car looks very old and junky in which I think someone removed the top portion of it. For lack of a better world, it's a super-redneck looking thing that looks made of all different parts. No way could it be legal.

"What in the hell?!" I groan as I still feel very tired and groggy. My entire body hurts, especially my head. It feels like a horrible hangover, only it's not the same as a hangover. It must mean that I've been drugged.

I then look down at myself as I'm lying in the back seat of this redneck car. I'm not strapped in by a seat belt or anything, just laying across the bench seat. Actually it looks like I was haphazardly thrown back here.

"W-Why I am in a d-dress?" I ask out loud upon seeing what I'm wearing. I'm literally wearing a dress. It's a yellow/orange sun dress too. A dress that some young innocent thing from the country would wear around the house to do chores. It's not something a 40-something man like me would ever wear. So why the fuck am I in a dress? And where are my clothes?

My concern and confusion grows even more when I see that my wrists are tied together. They are tied together with old brown rope, with a series of serious looking knots keeping my hands pressed together tight. Pulling on my wrists, it is clear that whomever tied me knew what they were doing.

Looking down more, I see my ankles are bound...and I'm barefoot. There is the same sort of brown rope, but there's like a foot and a half of loose rope between them, so I'm able to move my legs some. I just can't spread my legs too wide.

Regaining more of my mind, I look forward at the front seats of the car. There's two men there, one in the driver's side, one in the passenger's. Only these guys are country. Like serious deep woods, redneck country. To the point that both are even wearing coveralls. Instantly every backwoods horror movie I've ever seen comes to mind.

"Hey, look who's up," the hick in the passenger's side says with a thick country accent showing he's missing teeth. He's looking back at me with a very knowing smile that makes me uncomfortable.

After he says this, the driver looks back for a moment, revealing him to be a very large man with a huge gut as compared to the skinny guy in the passenger's seat. They look like total opposites, with one huge, one skinny.

"Happy Halloween little darlin'!" The driver says, causing both of the hicks to laugh. They go back to looking forward, clearly not worried about me at all. But I sure hell am worried as the tone they used isn't a friendly one.

"What...what...the fuck?" I try to say but can't as I am still so out of it. If I wasn't so drugged I'm not sure what I would do as I'm not exactly a fighter, but this isn't a normal situation so who knows what I would do. I do know I would do something.

I fight to try and remember how I got here, but everything is so hazy. I was traveling home from a long work trip. I decided to drive instead of flying this time to take some time to myself. Driving gives you the chance to do a lot of things you wouldn't do, such as find unique shops and meet people you normally wouldn't meet. It seemed like a lot of fun as I'm a fan of small towns, but clearly something has gone wrong.

As my mind clears more and more, I vaguely remember being hungry. Really hungry. That's right. I wanted to stop somewhere for food. Then I saw the sign for a place called the "Halloween Haunt," that was serving food. That's where I went.

It was a BBQ place on the side of the road. It was more like a dive bar than a restaurant, but those tend to have the best food. The last thing I remember is going inside and ordering some food and a beer. After that, I can't seem to recall anything.

"What the fuck did y'all do to me?" I demand, now seeing that my fingernails have been painted. Someone actually painted my fingernails a bright pink color, making my hands look very feminine. Looking at them you would think they were a females due to my hands being so small.

Checking, I look down at my feet to see that they too are painted. The bastards painted my toenails as well. They actually painted my freaking toenails.

"Oh, you bastards," I grunt as I check my lips, thinking that if they dared to put nail polish on me, then they might put make up. Sure enough, I find they put lipstick on me. Bringing a hand to my lips, I press against it and look to see a red smudge on my finger.

Why? Why would they do this to me? I'm a guy. A man. And I know I was wearing slacks and a button-down shirt when I entered that bar. So why would they dress me like a damn woman? Why am I tied up? What the fuck is going on?

A sigh comes out of me as I notice something I hadn't before. It's more like the topping on this nightmare sandwich. They've put a wig on me. A long, blond hair wig, with the hair whipping all about in the wind. I'm not sure how I didn't notice this before, but now I do. And I'm assuming since it hasn't flown off, they pinned it down or something.

"We'll be at the Halloween party soon baby. So keep your panties on," the skinny hick in the passenger's seat tells me.

I think about trying to climb out of the side of the car to fall onto the moving road, but I can't really move. There's no doubt they drugged me as my body is just so sluggish. It feels like I'm moving and thinking in slow motion.

Fighting to at least sit up instead of laying down, more memories come back to me. I recall sitting on a stool in that bar/restaurant thing. Sitting there, drinking beer, talking with the locals. We were talking about dumb stuff, like football and who was sleeping with who's wife.

Wait a moment. I...I remember the skinny guy in the passenger's seat. He was sitting next to me. I remember him asking what I was doing today for Halloween. If I had any plans. And if I liked to dress up.

Yeah, I remember more now. I remember him telling me about some Halloween party. Said I was invited but that I needed a costume.

But what I remember most is how he asked a lot of personal questions. Where was I headed, when was I supposed to get there. I remember telling him that I did have time to go to a party, but I would need to know more about it first.

Oh shit. I remember the joke. My joke. It was because I was on my third beer that I made that stupid joke. Where I said that I didn't have a costume, unless one of the ladies that were in the place wanted to switch clothes with me. It was a dumb joke not to be taken seriously.

"I...I'm being kidnapped," I say aloud. The two men chuckle at this, finding it very funny. This confirms that I'm right. I'm really being kidnapped by hicks. I'm in the deep woods, taken against my will. I'm actually living a Halloween nightmare. I'm in "Wrong Turn By Hicks Part Nine".

As hard as I try, I don't remember anything past being at the bar. Like an idiot, I did go to the restroom multiple times without my drink, making it easy for them to spike it. The skinny fucker must have drugged my beer. Hell, for all I know the bartender could have done it. Who knows in this part of the country.

"Just keep those real nice lips of yours closed tight dear, we almost to market, I mean, the Halloween costume party," the fat bastard driving tells me.

I feel my face redden at his comment. He's calling me feminine, which is something I've been called before, not that I can help it. I've always been a little shorter than most guys, as well as very lean. It's just the way my body is. It's not like I can help it. I have a runner's build thanks to my marathon running and I like to groom myself. This is the reason why many people think I'm a woman from behind.

"W-wait...m-m-market?" I ask, thinking how that sounds really strange. I doubt these assholes are driving me to the local Wal-Mart.

Again, this makes both of the fuckers laugh which only serves to make a tingle of fear move over me. The fear I feel is very strange, no doubt thanks to the drugs they gave me. It makes me feel helpless, but in a fun way. I can't really explain it. All I know is that I think my dick is starting to get erect from all this.

"We going to the Halloween party! The costume party!" The skinny guy exclaims, trying to pretend the fat one didn't say "market."

"Only yous going to be in costume," the skinny guy says, to which both men laugh. I keep looking at him, not fully understanding what that means. And being laughed at by both of these assholes only fuels that strange feeling inside me.

"What happens at the Halloween costume party?" I ask, wondering if they are going to be honest.

"We gonna sell ya," the fat man answers, not even looking back at me when he does. The way he says this is as if it's not that big of a thing at all. Just a normal, everyday occurrence. And there's no doubt in my mind that he's telling the truth.

"

Sell me?!

" I exclaim, not expecting to hear that. The two men laugh again at my reaction. They seem to find the enslavement of an adult male by their hands very funny for some reason. And it's such a cruel laugh too, like they find me pathetic and stupid.

"Happy Halloween girl!" The skinny one boasts, and both of the assholes laugh again. They laugh and laugh, leaving me to just stare at them. My mouth is still dropped open from shock as I never thought I would be trafficked. Of all the people...why me?

"Almost there," the fat one comments a couple of minutes later as he makes the makeshift car turn down a dirt path.

We are out in the middle of nowhere, where there are farms and grasslands as far as the eye can see. I don't even think this is a real street, but something the people out here made into a street. From the looks of it, I doubt Google or any GPS could locate this backwoods twilight zone.

The car drives on the dirt road/driveway until we come up to a homestead where I see a huge house, a barn and a few other buildings which all look farm related. My knowledge of farms and backwoods weirdos is very limited so I have no clue what these buildings could be.

Again, this all seems like something out of a back woods' horror movie, but the buildings aren't what worries me. What does worry me is that there are about eight farmers hanging out in front of the house like they are having a conference or something.

As the car gets closer, I can see the group much better. They are all men, and they look like the inbred family and friends of the two hicks. All wear close to the same thing, overalls, hats and dumb, unintelligent expressions. Each and every one of them could play the bad guy in whatever country horror movie Hollywood makes next.

The only thing I do spot that is different is one of them has on a pair of cat ears, as if this is his Halloween costume. I then notice another one is wearing what I think is a cat's tail, which is stuffed into his belt.

"Happy Halloween boys! Ready for the party?" The fat bastard greets as he slows the car down upon approaching the group. The group greets him, but they seem far more interested in looking at me. Each and every one of them stares at me. The looks on their faces is the same look I see people have on Thanksgiving right before they eat.

"Here's the new ass. She got a nice little body too," The fat man tells the assembled crowd as if telling them to be calm.

It takes me a moment to understand he's talking about me. Why is he addressing me as a female for some reason. That scares the holy hell out of me. Why? I'm a guy. I have a dick. Why would they think I'm a female? Why would they dress me up as a female?

Looking at the group who are looking at me is surreal. The looks on their faces is very clear to read. They are horny. I've seen looks of lust like that before, and it never ended well. And it's all directed at me. I really think they believe me to be a woman.

My heart pounds and my breathing is very fast due to the fear I feel. I've never felt this helpless, nor scared. I never thought I would be tied and bound, about to have who knows what done to me by horny farmers.

As horrible and crazy as this is...I think I'm horny. Feeling like this has made me feel very strange. Now that I'm able to think clearer, a part of it is from being forced to wear this female stuff. It makes me feel a way that I can't really describe. Scared, helpless, but excited. Like, being forced to do this is what makes it arousing. Like it is forbidden.

It's really, really weird, but despite it all, I can confirm that my dick is hard. I tell myself that they might have drugged me with something that would do that. Like they gave me one of those sex drugs to make me hard. But something inside me knows it isn't from drugs. I don't know what it is from, but I feel a dark tingle in me that lets me know it isn't from drugs.

Oh me. As my cock gets hard, it rubs against my underwear. That's when I discover they took my boxers. Instead of my normal cotton boxers, I can clearly feel my dick rubbing against...panties. Smooth, silky feeling panties. They put women's underwear on me. I'm wearing panties. This makes my cock throb, sending a wave of arousal over me. Never in my life have I even thought about wearing panties.

"Party starts in five, boys!" the fat bastard exclaims to which the group hoots and hollers. The way they do this shows just how insanely excited these weirdos are. I then see many of them move about as if setting something up.

"Come on," the fat bastard grunts after he pulls me out of the car. Now that he's out of the car, I see he really is a fat bastard. The man has to weigh more than 300 pounds. And he's got at least a foot on me in terms of height.

Seeing him lets me know there's no way I'm going to overpower him. Hell, if I punched or kicked him, I doubt it would do anything but make his fat jiggle. I think one of his arms could weigh as much as I do.

"Hey!" I yell out as the fat bastard reaches over and grabs me right by the throat. His huge hand takes hold of my neck where he pulls me towards him. He is able to easily move me like this, showing he has a great deal of strength, no doubt from working on a farm.

"N-Now wait a second. This...this isn't..." I try to tell the fat bastard, but he starts to walk while still holding me by the throat. I try to put my feet down to stop this, but he easily overpowers me. In fact, he drags me along and no matter how I try and break free from his grip, I can't. In fact, trying to get free makes many of the others laugh.

"I'm not...I'm not a woman," I try to tell them, but the fat bastard's hand is squeezing my throat, making it hard to get any words out.

I'm dragged not to the group of farmers where I feared they would start to stomp and wail on me, but to the side of the old house. The fat bastard pulls me there and then shoves my back against the wall. He easily holds me there off my feet, choking me.

Being so easily overpowered does something to me. It hits like a physical blow, but to my emotions. Never did I think I would be so easily dominated. Especially never thinking it would happen while in a fucking dress. It causes me to feel a weird fear sort of feeling. A feeling where I want to be helpless and do as he wants, as crazy as that is.

The skinny hick comes up with a happy smile now, laughing like an idiot. Instead of helping me or trying to get his friend off me, he reaches up and grabs something that is over my head. Like a horror movie or maybe a bad porno, the skinny one grabs my tied wrists and lifts them over my head.

Knowing I have no choice, I don't pull or struggle with my hands but let him do this. There I feel him hook the rope around my wrists to something. Finally the fat bastard lets go and backs up, very pleased with himself as I hang against the wall.

Now able to breathe, I try to move but I can't. I'm far too stretched out. Looking up, I see my wrists are connected to a big metal hook. And looking down, I see my bare, toenail painted feet are barely touching the ground. Only the tips of my toes do.

"Let me go! I'm not a woman," I yell in panic and confusion as I finally start to struggle as I hang here.

Of course, this just gets laughter. Not just from the two that kidnapped me, but from all of the farmers from hell. They all look at me with the same sort of look. That look where they view me as less than human, as something to laugh at.

Something about a group of rednecks laughing at you, about people you think are lower than you believing YOU to be the pathetic one...well that's humiliating. Very humiliating. And it causes my dick to twitch again, not to mention make me feel that dark tingling sense of submission which I try to push away.

"Welcome to our annual Halloween party! Happy Halloween boys!" The fat one yells after turning to face the others, to which all of the group cheers.

These seem to be the magic words as all of them rush about to finish setting up. They pull coolers out from somewhere, tables are set up, tablecloths are put down and they all grab a beer. The fat bastard actually gets two, one in each hand. One of them turns on a radio and horrible country music starts to play.

Looking at the scene in horror, I notice that there's actual Halloween decorations. All about there are cheap Halloween decorations like fake skeletons, black stuffed cats and zombie-dummies. There's even paper decorations taped all about, not to mention cheap plastic body parts strung around. Hell, there's even streamers hung about.

The look of it makes me think of a Halloween party at a school or church. A non-offensive setting that lets you know it is Halloween without being too scary. It's very much doesn't seem like the sort of thing these assholes would be at, but they all look like they having the best time ever.

The group start to talk to each other in a joyful manner, as if this really is a party. There's even laughter and dancing, showing they are all having a great time as they leave me strung out here like a piece of meat. The submissive and helpless feeling only gets stronger as it dawns to me they are having a party...with me stuck here as some sort of slave.

If my head wasn't so foggy, I know I could think of a way out of this. But at the moment, I just can't. Each time I try to think hard, I get a bad headache. Doesn't help that I am insanely aroused at the moment. As it doesn't help to lie to myself, I know it's the humiliation and fear. It has a powerful effect on me.