Dating App Victim

‘I think our prisoner needs to experience the full range of punishment to serve as a warning to the others’, one said and the other laughed and said that was a good idea. I had no idea who the “others” were or what territory I was meant to have invaded.

From a box under the table one of them produced a large amount of rope and I was soon bound tightly to the chair.

‘Girl Guides are sissies compared to Boy Scouts’, one of them said and the other looked at me and added; ‘but this one doesn’t look sissy enough, so we will have to change that before we start the punishments!’

My head was held firmly by one of them whilst the other applied a cream to my face. Once it was rubbed in she applied another one on top. Mascara and eyeliner were carefully applied to each eye followed by lipstick to my lips.

They weren’t finished. A blade scraped around my eyebrows and then something was sprayed on my bald head and after a minute or so a wig was positioned and pressed in place.

‘One more thing every trendy Girl Guide wears these days’ one of them said and whilst my head was held tightly by the other a pair of pliers drove something through the septum in my nose and I cried out in pain.

A mirror was held up and I saw what they had done. The white make up and black eyeliner made me look like a china doll whereas the bright red lipstick, gold ring through my nose and pink wig told a different story.

As I took in my appearance I felt a sting in my arm and when I looked down I saw one of the Tinas holding the syringe which she had inserted into a vein on my forearm.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ I cried. She laughed; ‘not the language I would expect from a Girl Guide!. It is just a little something to help you enjoy this experience a little more!’ she said pushing the plunger all the way to the end. I felt cold liquid enter my bloodstream but to begin with nothing changed