Surprise - Part 3 of Scouting Hell

My “feeling” proved to be correct, but not for a couple of months. During that time all my injuries healed and Helen and I experimented with the various items I had been left wearing. We made love with me wearing the newly washed Girl Guide skirt and Helen got a thrill out of being gagged with the ball-gag.  

She said that her climaxes when tied with rope were some of the most extreme she had ever experienced and being gagged allowed her to express those feelings without fear of disturbing the neighbours.

One Friday I returned from work at about 9pm looking forward to a meal and a quiet weekend as I wasn’t due to work again until Monday. I opened the front door and as usual called out; ‘I’m home!’ I was surprised when there was no reply, after all the lights were on so Helen hadn’t gone out.

She wasn’t in the lounge or the kitchen but I found her in the conservatory. The reason she hadn’t answered me was immediately obvious; she was gagged with the red ball-gag. Its harness was so tightly buckled around her head that the straps seemed to be cutting into her skin. Duct tape covered her eyes.

She was wearing her work nurse’s uniform and she clearly couldn’t move.  Ropes fastened her wrists to bolts in the ceiling that I couldn’t recall being there before and her ankles were tied to the legs of two chairs which had been positioned to pull them as far apart as possible.

As I took in her position Helen let out a muffled scream and I noticed a large vibrator was taped to her thigh with its head lodged deep between her thighs. Judging by her sweat stained uniform this wasn’t her first climax.

I went to release her but was stopped by a voice from behind me; ‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you!’ I recognised the Irish lilt in the voice even as I turned around. She wore the same black coat as before and this time she had covered her head with a balaclava. The two men stood behind her, dressed as before all in black.

‘What have you done?’ I shouted and she didn’t respond at first and then without warning her fist connected with my jaw and I was knocked to the floor.

As I lay there dazed the two men stood over me and set to work pulling my clothes off and in no time at all I was naked. ‘I told you I might return’, she explained, ‘and I particularly wanted to meet Helen. She and I have had a little fun since she got home from work as you can probably tell.  She can’t hear you by the way as her ears are plugged. You might be interested to know that was her tenth orgasm.’

‘Let her go!’ I shouted and then added more softly; ‘please.’ She shook her head; ‘that’s not the way this works.’  She nodded to the two men who hauled me to my feet; ‘we have all weekend and I have a list as long as your arm.’

‘Please; leave Helen out of this’, I said desperately but she shook her head; ‘from the time I found out she was a Girl Guide leader I knew she would have to be punished for the ordeals I faced growing up in the Guides.’  ‘But she didn’t have anything to do with that!’ I cried. ‘She wears the uniform and will bear the responsibility!’ was the reply.

‘First things first’, she said; ‘let’s get you prepared.’ The two men dragged me up to the bathroom and once in the shower sprayed my naked body with a foam solution. After a few minutes they washed it off using the shower and when I looked down I saw that the shower tray was covered in hair from my body.  Shaving foam was sprayed onto my genitals and one of them took a firm grip of my cock whilst the other used a razor to remove the last of the hairs. Sensibly I kept very still!

More foam was massaged into my scalp and after a few minutes that was rinsed off and yet more hair ended up in the tray.  The razor was used over my head and when I looked in the mirror I saw that I was now completely nude; not a hair anywhere on my body.

A towel was used to roughly dry me and then I was dragged back down to the conservatory. ‘That’s better!’ she said laughing at my appearance. I was in no mood to laugh; ‘why are you doing this?’ I demanded and the reply was; ‘I told you that last time.’

She bent down to a bag and produced what turned out to be a blond wig. As I was held once again in a vice like grip by one of the men she sprayed something cold on my bald head and then pressed the wig in place.

There was no mirror in the conservatory so I couldn’t see the result. After combing the artificial hair she used an eyebrow pencil and lipstick before taking a photo which she showed it to me.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; long blond hair cascaded down to my shoulders and I now sported thick arched eyebrows and pouting red lips.

From the bag she pulled out some clothes that I recognised immediately; a Girl Guide polo shirt and skirt. I was soon dressed in both along with white socks. A gold necker with a blue trim held in place with a leather braid woggle completed my outfit.

The skirt was lifted and white sticky tape wrapped around my waist and through my legs crushing my cock and balls between my legs; ‘Sumo wrestlers can push their testes into their body’, she remarked as she stuck the tape down. 

‘Stand over there’, she commanded and I moved to the end of the conservatory and stood whilst she took several photos.  ‘You look quite sexy as a Girl Guide; but looking the part is not the same as acting it. So for the next photo you will act the part convincingly’, she said. I had no idea what she meant; but I was about to find out.

She took a firm hold of my hand and dragged me from the Conservatory into the lounge. My wrists were tied together behind my back using thick blue rope. More rope circled my chest pulling my arms tightly against my spine.

I was forced over the arm of the settee and my ankles were bound to the legs with rope.

She pulled a blue satin cover over one of the cushions and placed it under my head. I asked what she was doing but there was no answer; instead I watched as she opened out a necker that matched the one I was wearing.

She spread it out on the carpet, rolled it up and tied a knot in the centre. I knew what she intended so I didn’t fight her.  She pushed the knot into my mouth and bound the scarf tightly in place. I was gagged but I knew from previously that it wasn’t a great gag; but for some reason it didn’t seem to bother her.

My head was tilted to one side on the cushion and she combed the blond hair of the wig to her liking and then stepped back and took a photo. ‘That’s the next one for the calendar’, she said.  

‘The first photo I took of Helen earlier that will be Miss January and your first one gets to be Miss February’, she explained. ‘Helen’s current bondage position will grace March and this one will be April.  Each month the photo will reflect a more serious bondage position’, she said putting the camera away before continuing; ‘I may sell the calendar in aid of my favourite charity; me!’

As I took in the idea she said; ‘as you are tied in a vulnerable position it would be a shame not to take full advantage!’  I felt her hands working on the tape between my legs and then, without warning something was pushed into my rectum.

Once deep inside it sprung into life and I gasped as it started to rotate.  I felt my constrained cock respond and I tried humping the arm of the settee to generate relief but she slapped my bottom; ‘stop that’, she commanded.

A piece of tape was stuck between my legs to hold the invader in place and I was untied from the settee and led back to the conservatory.  Helen’s muted scream as we walked in signified yet another orgasm.

The woman lifted my skirt and pulled the tape from around my waist freeing my cock which was fully erect and dripping precum; ‘you are disgusting!’ she exclaimed.

I was soon tied next to Helen suspended from another set of bolts in the roof.  My legs were pulled painfully wide by rope which was tied to bolts they had set in the floor.

I watched helplessly as they untied Helen. They removed her uniform leaving her just wearing her panties which were clearly very wet.  The vibrator was removed as was the duct tape covering her eyes.  She blinked in the harsh light and then saw me tied and gagged.

She tried to speak but they had left the gag in place, instead she tried to break away from the man holding her but the woman stepped forward and slammed her fist into Helen’s stomach.  Helen collapsed to the floor and I shouted through the gag to stop; but to no avail.

Helen was hauled to her feet and the woman stood right in front of her whilst one of the men gripped her arms firmly behind her back; ‘let’s get one thing straight young lady; what I do to the two of you is my decision.  You will both suffer and there is nothing either of you can do to stop me.  So far you have had it easy, some might say it was even pleasurable; but that ends now!’

She reached down and yanked Helen’s panties off and I saw there was a pad of cloth tucked inside.  The woman saw me looking and held up the pad to show me it was actually a folded Scout scarf and one clearly soaked with Helen’s cum. ‘Every orgasm captured for your pleasure’, she said and I wondered what she meant.

She handed the soiled scarf to the other man and I soon found out when he untied my gag and forced the wet scarf into my mouth before retying the knotted necker in place driving the soiled cloth deep into my mouth; ‘Enjoy!’ he said.

Meanwhile the woman took a new Scout scarf and fixed it around Helen’s neck using a leather woggle. ‘Useful things these for keeping a grip on someone’, she said grabbing the free ends with one hand, pulling Helen close to her whilst her other dived between her legs and I saw Helen’s eyes bulge as clearly she was being invaded.

The woman knew what she was doing because in no time Helen climaxed; her body shuddered with the strength of the orgasm, however her moan of pleasure turned into a scream of pain as the woman’s fist slammed into Helen’s left breast at the precise moment of orgasm.

Helen fell to the floor writhing in agony and after a few minutes the woman motioned to the two men and they hauled Helen to her feet and dressed her in what I recognised was a Cub Scout uniform and clearly one correctly sized for her frame.

Leather cuffs were buckled around her ankles and ropes tied to shackles on each. The ropes were passed through bolts in the ceiling and Helen was unable to prevent herself being hauled up into the air feet first.  She cried out as all her weight was taken on her ankles and blood rushed to her head.

Once the ropes were adjusted she dangled in front of me with her mouth level with my crotch.  Her ball gag was removed and my erect cock pushed into her mouth.  The ends of her necker were tied around my waist binding us together and holding my cock in her mouth.

An enormous vibrator was forced between her legs and when it was turned on Helen’s body twitched with the power that even I could feel and she almost bit my cock. ‘I think you know what you have to do’, the woman said standing back and taking some photos.

Helen did indeed know what to do and I could do nothing to help or resist as her tongue and lips worked on my cock until I climaxed and so did she. ‘That position makes a nice calendar photo; we can use that for June’, the woman said as Helen was lowered to the ground her face red with both the exertion and the blood flow from being inverted.

‘I think for the next photo we should reverse your roles’, she said emptying more clothes from the large bag.

Helen was stripped naked. As she stood trembling she looked over to me and asked; ‘why are they doing this? What have we done to them?’

The woman laughed; ‘he knows why; and anyway I get a kick out of doing it!’  In no time Helen was dressed in an extremely tight fitting school uniform.  Her breasts were straining to break through the white cotton blouse which showed her erect nipples whilst the gingham skirt only just covered her bottom. Knee length white socks and a straw boater completed her outfit.

Then it was my turn; after they had untied me I was told to remove the Guide uniform and put on the Cub Scout uniform recently worn by Helen; which proved to still be warm!  A new Scout scarf replaced the Guide one around my neck to complete the uniform.

The woman pulled my cock through the zip in the shorts; There was no way I could climax again so soon but amazingly my cock was still quite hard!.

‘I could just take a photo of you raping a schoolgirl. But where is the art in that?’ she said before answering her own question; ‘and anyway I promised each photo would have a more extreme level of bondage.’

My hands were forced behind my back with my palms forced up towards my neck into the same reverse prayer position I had been made to suffer in the Scout Hall.  Rope around my arms and my chest secured them in what like last time quickly became a very painful position. When I cried out she smacked my face playfully; ‘that’s nothing to the pain you will feel later!’ she said.

Helen was made to kneel on the floor and her ankles were bound together.  The woman tied a longer rope to her ankles and circled her chest above and below her breasts. When that rope was pulled tight Helen was forced backwards and she was her turn to cry out in pain. 

‘You really are a noisy pair’, the woman said as she forced a large sponge ball into Helen’s mouth and then secured it in place with a strip of duct tape wound round her head several times. She then wrapped in a white scarf around Helen’s head to cover the grey tape.

She turned her attention to me and soon I was gagged by a large rubber plug forced into my mouth and secured with a leather collar around my head from the front of which protruded a large dildo.

I was pushed to the floor on my back and my ankles tied with rope. It was a painful position lying on my bound wrists but it got a whole lot more painful when the two men picked Helen up and held her over the phallus.  The woman guided it into Helen’s rectum and pushed her down onto my face impaling her on the dildo. Her scream of pain was muted but I knew she was suffering.

Photos were taken and then the two men took Helen’s arms and lifted her off the phallus before plunging her back down driving the rubber dildo deeper inside her.  My head was forced against the floor by the force of her body slamming down. At the same time someone - I assume the woman - began to lick my erect cock.

After a while the men tired of their work and Helen was dumped on the floor next to me.

‘Halfway through the year’, the woman said putting the camera down; ‘time for a new location and I have the perfect place in mind!’

We were both untied and pulled to our feet. ‘We’re going for a drive’, the woman said removing our gags. I started to say something and was rewarded with a slap to my face; ‘if either of you try to draw attention to us the other will suffer and I think you know I mean what I say’. We both nodded.

With one man holding onto each of us we were led out to their van and made to lie in the back. The men rode in the back with us and the woman drove. The drive didn’t take long and when the doors opened I recognised where we were.

She had obviously taken the keys to the Scout Hall because in no time the door was opened and we were pushed inside. After closing the curtains the lights were turned on and the door locked. ‘There are no activities this weekend so we won’t be disturbed’, she said. I knew that was true, but I wondered how she knew.

I watched as she went to the store cupboard and in no time she returned with a box that I could see contained the Scout Troop scarves we had recently received in preparation for the new intake of Cubs moving up to Scouts.

‘This may be an isolated location but we can’t afford to take any chances’, she said pulling out several new scarves. ‘You first’, she said standing in front of me; ‘open wide!’ I did what I was told; there was little point in resisting.

One screwed up scarf was forced into my mouth followed by a second.  She rolled a third scarf up into a strip and bound it through my teeth. A forth scarf was carefully folded and tied over my mouth and this time it was a proper gag. Helen was then gagged, but her gag was a simple cleave gag.

‘That’s nice’, she said, ‘matching gags and ones that look right at home in this place; however Helen is not really dressed for the photos.’ Helen was stripped and the woman brought some uniforms from the store.

Helen was soon wearing the uniform of a Girl Guide leader; navy skirt and white top. A neatly folded scarf around her neck held in place by a leather woggle.

A chair was placed at the end of the hall underneath the Scout flag and in no time I was bound tightly to it with a lot of rope. ‘You really are a bit of a mess’, the woman said as she smoothed creases from the uniform I wore and adjusted the scarf so that the ends were identical length.

She then unzipped my shorts and pulled my semi-erect cock out. ‘I think a photo with the flag would look good’, she said picking up her camera.  Helen’s cleave gag was removed and one of the men made her kneel in front of me. He pushed her head down so that my cock was forced into her mouth.

The woman clicked away and I saw she couldn’t resist a smile as Helen began to suck me and soon I was hard. ‘Enough!’ she said pulling Helen off me.

Helen was turned around to face away from me and after her skirt was lifted she was made to sit on my cock; it slipped easily inside her as she was clearly wet and yet more photos were taken. The woman kept making sure both out uniforms were presented properly.

I watched helplessly as Helen was gagged and this time in the same way as I was and then she was stripped except for her neckerchief. A leather belt that had a large rubber dildo attached to it was buckled around her waist.

The ropes holding me to the chair were untied and I too was stripped down to just the scarf and then I was bent over a table and my ankles tied to legs with rope.

One of the men pulled the ends of my scarf over the other end of the table and knotted them to the bar underneath effectively pinning me to wooden top. I watched as the dildo was greased and then Helen was moved behind me and I could do nothing to prevent her forcing it deep into my arse.

Once enough photos had been taken our positions were reversed and it was my turn, but first the woman tied a necker around my balls; ‘just to add a little to the photo’, she said with a smile as I moaned as she tightened the knot. 

The woman positioned the head of my cock against Helen’s rectum and I had little choice but to drive my cock into it. Its warmth and tightness excited me but before I was able to climax the woman pulled me away; ‘easy Tiger!’ she scolded.

Although neither of us was restrained we both realised with the door locked we couldn’t escape so we stood and watched as one of the men pulled the Scout flag down. He knotted it around Helen’s neck and then bound her wrists tightly to her body with white rope before tying her legs in the same way. If Helen moved it was likely she would fall.

I was given a pair of leather pants that turned out to be more of a posing pouch and a small one at that as it hardly enclosed my erect cock. I was also made to wear a pair of knee length leather boots. My gag was removed and the woman rearranged my necker properly before handing over a small leather whip.

I realised what she wanted me to do and I shook my head; ‘I can’t do that?’ I said just before collapsing on the floor as her lightening fast punch drove into my stomach. She followed that with a kick to my balls and I was almost sick with the pain. ‘You can, and you will!’ she hissed as I was hauled to my feet and handed the whip again.

I looked Helen in the eye; ‘sorry’, I said as I raised the whip. As it cracked against her naked chest she cried out through the gag at the pain caused. A livid red mark was left. The woman was behind her camera and she shouted; ‘more!’ so I flexed my arm again and a different part of Helen’s flesh received a red mark. Five more times I did this until the woman thankfully put the camera down.

‘It’s only fair to reverse the roles!’ the woman said with a grin. The leather pouch was removed and I was tied just as Helen had been and then cleave gagged with a necker. The flag was tied around my neck and once Helen had been freed she was handed the whip.

Whether Helen meant to inflict pain or not she proved a natural in wielding the whip. The first strike was across my nipples and the rest on my cock and balls which the woman seemed to appreciate even if I didn’t. The red marks left by the leather were very painful!

The Scout flag was removed from around my neck and the woman held it in her hands; ‘clearly you both revere this’, she said and as we nodded she tore it in two, much to our horror.

I was pushed back onto the table and tied over it. The torn flag was draped over my stomach and the woman added another scarf to my gag and flicked my erect cock which was dripping precum onto the flag. ‘He clearly needs relief!’ she said, ‘but I think a little pain first.’

She opened a sterile package and handed Helen the steel sound it contained. Helen didn’t know what to do so the woman helped her place the end into my urethra; ‘all the way in and then pump it until I say stop’, she commanded.

I nodded to Helen that she had no choice and then cried out in pain as the rod was forced remorselessly down my urethra. ‘All the way!’ the woman shouted when Helen stopped. I was raped by the sound for several minutes and was close to a climax when Helen was told to stop and given the other half of the torn flag.

As the cotton material was wrapped around my cock I could see blood on the head of my cock. Helen began to rub me slowly and the cotton material felt quite sensual and I knew I was ready to climax.  The woman whispered something to Helen and she lifted my penis whilst continuing to pump the shaft until sperm erupted in a great fountain.  The milky liquid landed on the flag draped across my chest, a scene that was captured by the woman’s camera.

‘You might say that was the ultimate in defiling the flag!’ she said laughing as she put the camera down. ‘I think we have most of the photos we require for the calendar’, she said; ‘so the only question now is what we do about you two!’

As I was gagged I couldn’t answer, but Helen said; ‘you could just let us leave; we promise we won’t say anything, will we?’ I nodded my head; I just wanted this ordeal to end. The woman seemed to think for a minute; ‘a nice idea; but we only have your word for that’, she said, ‘and anyway we need to make good our escape.’

She seemed to consider the problem for a while and then said; ‘we will leave you somewhere where you won’t be found for a while.’ At least, I thought, that meant we were going to get free at some point.

We were taken from the Scout Hall back to their van and quickly secured in the back with rope.  Helen was gagged with duct tape and one of the men stayed with us whilst the other two returned to the Hall.  They were gone for what seemed like ages but when they returned we drove for about an hour and then the vehicle stopped.

When the van doors opened we were pulled out and saw that we were in a dilapidated barn.  There were holes in the roof and the doors only just hung from their hinges. ‘No-one comes here’, the woman said.

‘Let’s make you comfortable before we leave’, she said nodding to the men.

First Helen was dressed in a new Guide uniform they had clearly taken from the store.  After a new necker was put around her neck she was bound on her back over a rusty bench that was next to one of the vertical posts supporting the roof.  Her wrists and ankles were tied to the frame with lots of rope. The duct tape was then removed and her mouth packed with two neckers that were held in place by two more tied around her head, one through her mouth and one over the top. Duct tape was wrapped several times around her head ensuring she couldn’t rub the material from her mouth. More tape covered her eyes and then two vibrators were inserted into her vagina and rectum and held in place by more tape. Finally I watched as two clamps were placed on her nipples which judging by the muted squeal were painful.

The woman lifted the skirt and patted Helen’s genitals; ‘you will endure many orgasms before you are freed, so enjoy each one!’ she said with a smile Helen couldn’t see.

‘Now it’s your turn’, she said turning to me. After I was stripped I too ended up wearing a Girl Guide uniform. My gag was replaced with one identical to Helen’s except she didn’t apply duct tape on top and nor was I blindfolded.

I was pulled over to the post in front of Helen and secured to it with rope around my chest and waist. My legs were pulled apart using rope tied between my ankles and hooks in floor. My left hand was tied to post but my right hand was wrapped in duct tape and left free which seemed strange but no explanation was offered.

One of the men then lifted the uniform skirt and nailed it to the post ensuring my cock and balls were on show.  A ring vibrator was pushed over the head and down my erect shaft until it was lodged on my balls.

The woman stood in front of me and removed another steel sound from a sterile package. I shuddered at the prospect of her inserting it and even more so when I saw it wasn’t the same as the previous ones. She held it close to me allowing me to see it was much thicker and all the way down its length were small spikes. This was going to hurt I thought.

Sure enough it did and the gag proved effective as I struggled and screamed in pain as she forced the spiked sound deep inside reaching my bladder. After rotating it many times she withdrew it and I could see blood on the steel surface.

She wasn’t finished; she dipped it in a bottle of red liquid and forced it back down my shaft; ‘that should warm you up nicely’ she said as she withdrew it and picked up a thick branch of a tree which lay on the floor. It must have been 3cm in diameter.

I watched as she dipped it on the red oil and then she knelt down and forced it into my exposed rectum. I gasped in pain as some of its length was driven inside me and I thought I was being split in two. Eventually she stopped and taped the rest of the branch to my leg to hold it in place.

She still wasn’t finished!. She unzipped the top I was wearing and screwed some clamps onto each of my nipples. I cried out in pain as she tightened screws on each on causing teeth to dig into the sensitive flesh.

The ring vibrator was turned on and then she said ‘we’ll leave you now. You should be able to free yourself in time, although it won’t be easy to get the tape off your fingers first. I would imagine the vibrator might distract you from the pain of the chilli oil, but I’m sure you will manage in the end.’

As they returned to the van she turned and said; ‘remember we know all about you so don’t say anything to the Police when they come calling.‘ I couldn’t think why the Police would be interested, but gagged as I was I couldn’t ask.

They got into the van and the last I saw was one of the men closing the barn door and then I heard the van drive off.

I immediately joined my hands together behind the post and tried to unpick the tape using the restricted movement of my bound hand, but it had been carefully stuck down and there were several layers to pick at. As I concentrated I heard Helen’s muted cry as she climaxed.

Not long after that I too climaxed and my red sperm splattered down on her head. That climax was the most painful I had ever had but I tried to think only of freeing myself.

Helen would have several more orgasms before I got the tape off and I came again as well. Once my fingers were free I made short work of the knots and soon we were both free.

We had no idea where we were, but we made a choice when we reached the lane and set off walking in the dark. Eventually we came across a road sign and finally we knew where we were. It took another hour to walk home. Fortunately we had a spare key in an outside key safe so we were soon inside.

We had both showered and changed and I just had time to get the wig off my head when the doorbell rang and it was the Police. They had been called to a fire at the Scout Hall and as we were the key holders we were asked to accompany them.

I was self conscious about my bald head, but the Police didn’t comment - I realised comments would come later from friends and work colleagues!

The Hall was a ruin and of course we knew who was responsible but we feigned ignorance and it was eventually put down to mindless vandalism and an insurance claim was submitted.

A few weeks later a copy of the calendar arrived in the post along with a memory stick.  It contained a video taken by a concealed camera in the barn. There was no note, but the inference was clear!