The Kidnapping
Chapter 1
As I ran along the length of the station to catch my departing train, I didn't notice my pants start to fall as my belt loosened. As I hopped through the closing train doors, I didn't notice that the pink panties I had worn to work that day were now exposed. And as I walked down the aisle of seats looking for somewhere to sit, I didn't notice the large man eyeing me up and down with a smirk on his face. Maybe if I had spotted even one of these things, that day could have turned out differently. But as it was, I had no clue that my life was about to change.
Unable to find a seat I made my way back towards the doors to look for room to stand. In the packed train car, the only space I found was directly in front of the large man. Seeing no other choice, I made my way over to him. At 5' 3" I was already shorter than most guys, but this man really towered over me like a giant. He was at least a foot taller than me, and with a big bushy beard and an immensely broad chest, his looming figure reminded me of that of a lumberjack. I attempted a quick glance up to his face and was met with a pair of cold grey eyes, sending a shiver down my spine and stirring the cool metal plug planted in my ass.
Yeah, I'll go ahead and admit it; I was into some kinky stuff. Of course, at the time it was only a fetish, something I'd always planned to keep completely to myself. If you haven't guessed by now, I was a sissy, or at least as much of a sissy as one can be without any major lifestyle changes. Throughout the years I'd personally explored my fetish down many of its avenues, ultimately deciding that it wasn't something I'd ever actually want to act on. I just didn't think that I'd ever be able to go through with it, at least not on my own volition. But that didn't stop me from buying clothes and toys, wigs and makeup, and even shaving my entire body from time to time. I would daydream all the time about my different sissy fantasies, many times wishing they could actually happen. Like most sissies my enthusiasm for the fetish would come and go, with me sometimes wanting to fully embrace it, and other times wanting nothing to do with it.
It so happened that this day coincided with a renewed enthusiasm for my fetish; I had shaved my body from the neck down the night before, leaving me super smooth and feminine (not like I had a ton of body hair to begin with). I had decided to wear one of my favorite sissy sets to work that day under my uniform, consisting of a thin pink bra and matching panties, a metal plug with a pink heart on the end, and a cute pink chastity cage to top it all off. I thought that I was sneaky, that no one could possibly see what I had on underneath, and the pleasure that I would get from that excitement was always very intoxicating. How unaware I was of the life that this would sentence me to.
As I stepped into the space next to the very large man, I turned away from him, not wanting him to see his intimidating effects on me. I gulped as I became aware that my pants were a little low, and I attempted to discreetly adjust them. Hoping that no one had seen anything I tried to stand as still as possible, desperate for my stop to come up so that I could escape this increasingly awkward situation.
We were only two stops away when I felt his hand on my lower back. I froze on the outside, unsure of what was happening, but on the inside both my mind and my heart were racing. I could feel his rough fingers lightly caressing my back, working their way down towards my upper ass. I could feel the bottom of my shirt being lifted slightly, and an eventual tug on the lacy waistband of my panties. I wanted him to stop immediately. I wanted to turn around and yell at him, expose him as a pervert to the rest of the train car. Any willpower I had though was frozen within me, and as the fabric of the panties was slightly pulled over my cage and sensitive asshole all I could manage was a shudder. Something else was happening, something I was trying desperately to ignore; my little cock was straining against its cage. While I wanted this to stop more than anything in the world, I was undeniably aware of (and slightly aroused by) how turned on I was.
Suddenly the train jolted to a stop as we reached the station before mine. I wasn't ready for it, and as a result was thrown slightly back into the beast of a man. Instinctively I held my hand out to brace myself, and of course with my luck missed the railing, instead slightly grazing the crotch of the man currently playing with my panty line. I gasped, not able to hold it in as I felt the slight warmth emanating from his obviously growing bulge. I heard him chuckle as my face turned a bright red. As the train started back up, I tried to calm myself, thinking I was only one stop away from freedom. How wrong I was.
Eventually I felt his hand move away from my panties, and a small sigh of relief escaped from my lips. At this point I didn't even care that I had basically been groped, I just wanted to get out of there. And as my stop get nearer and nearer, I started to feel that everything would be fine. This feeling was shattered however, when I felt his heavy hand plop down onto my shoulder. It clamped down right on my collarbone area, very close to my exposed neck, and I could feel the grip start to tighten ever so slightly. I couldn't think or breathe, the stranger's hand on my shoulder being the only think I could focus on. This time I hardly even noticed how hard my caged cock was, or the fact that I wasn't even really trying to move away. My face turned bright red once more as I just stood there, with no idea of what to do.
The train finally arrived at my stop and the doors began to open. This momentarily awakened me from my trance, and I took a small step towards the doors. The hand grasping my shoulder tightened, in a clear message of don't take another step. I wanted to scream and yell so badly, beg someone to help me with this monster. But I couldn't get my mouth to form any words as I stood there in shock, until eventually the doors closed. I felt sealed in, like a prisoner; if only I knew then how accurate that sentiment was.
The train tumbled on, stop after stop going by until I was positive there couldn't be many more. I stood there petrified, the stranger ever so often adjusting his grip on me. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Finally at one of the stops I felt the stranger stir, and a rough whisper escape from his lips. "Go" he ordered me, and in my trance I obliged. I stepped forward and through the train doors, his hand still firmly planted on my shoulder. The station was small and rundown, and no one else from the train got off. I listened as the doors closed themselves once more, and eventually the train rattled off. As I was being led towards the station's exit, I finally found my voice.
"S-sir, p-please... I don't have any money on me. But... I can get you some if that's what you want. J-just please, le-let me g-"
"Shut up sissy" he replied, his grasp on me tightening. "You know what I want. And from the way you were practically throwing yourself at me I think you want something too, whether you admit it or not," he said, leading me down a dark alleyway. More tears started to build up in my eyes, and all I could do was curse myself for wearing these stupid sissy clothes.
I replied, holding back my tears. "It's not... it's not what you think, sir, really... I-I didn't m-mean to do, or imply anythi-" I was interrupted by a slap from his free hand, a striking backhand that stung my cheek more than it actually hurt. I was completely caught off guard though, and it was enough to release the tears I'd been trying to hold back. I stumbled forward a bit as they started to flow, his strong hand the only thing keeping me upright. I decided not to say anything else as I cried quietly to myself.
Eventually we made it to a secluded house, a small one-story building that didn't seem to have any signs of life. As we walked up to the porch and made our way to the front door the stranger released his hand from my shoulder as he attempted to dig the house key from his pockets. Without even thinking I took this chance to flee, launching myself off of the porch and running as fast as I could back the other way. I ran as fast as I possibly could, but the plug in my ass made that slightly more difficult. I risked a glance back, hoping to see that I'd put some distance between us, but what I saw only made me to lose the last bit of hope I had. This huge beast of a man was moving faster than I thought even possible, gliding across the ground as if he weren't even touching it. In no time he had already caught up to me.
