Holiday - Part 4 of Scouting Hell

In the morning, and it was Sunday already I realised; the men untied us and ushered us down to the kitchen.

After breakfast the woman said; ‘Today I have arranged a nice trip out!’ We were handed some clothes and when we looked at what we have been given it was as if we each had the other’s outfit, however when I remarked on that she slapped my face hard and told me just to get dressed.

Helen ended up wearing a bright blue striped t-shirt, tight white shorts and white knee length socks whilst I had to wear a pink gingham blouse and a short pink skirt along with knee length white socks. A blond wig completed my outfit.

After warning us not to call out or to try to escape – there were three of them after all – we were escorted to their car and after a short drive we pulled up in the car park of a rundown looking hotel overlooking the sea.

The three of them shepherded us through the main door into the reception area. It seemed odd that there was no signage at all. After ringing a bell on a dusty reception desk an elderly woman in a maid’s outfit appeared. ‘You are expected in the lower salon’, she said waving us down the hall. ‘Off you go’, the woman said pushing us down the long corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a short flight of stairs and two doors. I was pushed towards the left hand door and Helen to the right.  As I opened my door and stepped through into a darkened room something rough was thrown over my head before I had time to react. As I was wrestled to the floor I heard Helen cry out next door but there was nothing I could do as cold metal snapped around my wrists.

I was pulled to my feet and whatever was over my head was removed but the room was dark so it didn’t help me seeing anything and to make matters worse a blindfold was tied tightly over my eyes.

‘What the hell’s going on?’ I cried out and the reply was; ’such language from a little girl. Clearly you will need to be taught some manners!’

‘What have you done with Helen?’ I asked and there was a laugh close to my right ear; ‘don’t worry your pretty head about her, she is being looked after!’

The voice continued; ‘some people come here to act out their fantasies and of course we oblige their every whim. Others are bought here and have no choice in what happens to them. Guess which category you two fall into!’

‘I don’t know who you are, but please let us go’, I pleaded; ‘those people who brought us here have been holding us hostage.’ The woman’s voice laughed; ‘they all say that darling! When they can speak that is!’

I was about to reply when my mouth was forced open and something soft was forced in. My mouth was forced painfully wide until I felt a click and then my jaws wouldn’t close no matter what I did. Whatever was in my mouth was strapped tightly in place before the blindfold was removed.

The lights had been turned up a little and I could see three ladies all dressed in tailored green outfits. Opposite was a mirror and I saw what was in my mouth was a ring gag.

One of the women stood in front of me and unbuttoned the blouse and gripped both nipples between her manicured nails. As she squeezed I cried out but although the gag stopped some sound it didn’t prevent a drool of saliva.

‘Not nearly sensitive enough’, she said stepping back and adding; ‘yet!’

I was taken over to the side of the room and strapped to a black wooden cross before the blindfold was tied in place again. I have no idea how long the torment or torture lasted but their target was solely my nipples.

My voice was hoarse from crying for them to stop which of course they didn’t. I have no idea what they used other than there were periods of intense cold, heat, sharp things stabbing the skin and finally weights hanging from them.

Eventually the torment stopped and the blindfold was removed. When I looked down both nipples were bright red and much larger than normal and there was some blood on the surface. The same woman stood in front of me and grabbed them between her nails and this time I shrieked with pain; ‘much more sensitive now!’ she said with a smile as she held up a tool for me to see.

I had no idea what its purpose was until she explained it was used to insert rings into ears, noses or indeed any other part of the body! As she applied the jaws to my left nipple I shook my head and tried to plead with her not to continue.

She hesitated and smiled and just when I thought she was going to show leniency she knelt down, lifted my skirt and there was a bang and an intense pain in my genitals.

She sprayed the area with something cold and lifted the skirt to show me that there was now a steel ring through my scrotum sac and it wasn’t a small one!

‘The good thing about a ring gag is that we can feed you whenever we want’, one of the others said as she held up a spoon full of a white substance. The food was shovelled in and I had to try and swallow or risk choking.

Several pots of the horrible stuff later and they switched to syringing liquid into my mouth. Eventually they seemed satisfied and I was released and taken to the opposite corner of the room where an old school desk resided.

I was forced to lie across the desk and held in place by a couple of hands on my back. The skirt was lifted and I felt warm air on my naked backside before I experienced severe pain as a strap cracked down on my buttocks.

After 5 hits she stopped; ‘that’s just a taste of what you get for defying us’, she said breathing heavily.

I felt a hand on my warm buttocks and then a finger invaded my rectum. I tried to wiggle free but the hands on my back held me down. Something else invaded my arse and then I heard the sound of a pump and whatever had been inserted grew in size until it was painfully large, at which point the pumping stopped.

‘Now you are fully plugged and it’s not coming out until we say so’, the woman said as she removed the pump. I was allowed to stand and I found that the invader was painful no matter what I did.

In no time I was back on the desk this time on my back and I had to watch as one of the women grasped my cock and squeezed the end open. She forced some clear gel into the urethra and then, ignoring my cries of pain, she forced a yellow pipe down my shaft until it seemed to go no further but she pushed harder and the pipe went in another few inches.

She then connected a syringe and pumped water down the pipe. ‘The catheter is now sealed in your bladder by a bulb full of water’, she explained; ‘the only way it comes out now is by deflating the balloon. Whilst it is in place you cannot pass urine unless the tap on the other end is opened and it won’t be until we allow it!’

One of the other women pulled me to my feet and smoothed the skirt down, ‘now you’re plugged tight you can entertain us. But first I think you might like to catch up with the lovely Helen.’

I was led from the room up the steps, down the corridor to another room where Helen stood tied to a cross just as I had been and was missing her shorts. She was gagged with a ring gag like mine and blindfolded and I could see a yellow catheter tube hanging between her legs.

‘Her ears are plugged which is why she doesn’t acknowledge our presence and like you her rectum is fully sealed’, the woman explained and just then there was a scream from Helen and I started forward but was held back by two pairs of hands. ‘Just another orgasm from the extremely powerful vibrator lodged in her vagina’, the woman explained with a laugh; ‘she will soon be worn out!’

‘Now that you have seen she is well, if a little pre-occupied with her own pleasure we can leave her!’ I was dragged from the room and the door closed just as Helen reached another orgasm.

Back in the room we started in I was strapped back against the wooden cross and the blouse unbuttoned. The three women gathered round and one of them played again with my sensitive nipples whilst another added a weight to the newly installed ring in my scrotum.

The ring gag was removed and replaced with a large rubber ball on a leather strap which did nothing to stop the drool dripping from my mouth.

The woman on the left took control of my left nipple whilst the one on the right grasped my right one. I was forced to suffer them being sucked and bitten. After a while they moved on to using a pinwheel and then some wicked looking clamps were applied.

Throughout all this my cock twitched against the soft material of the dress and occasionally the middle woman caressed it which drove me mad as I couldn’t climax with the catheter in place.

Sweat dripped from me as I was tormented for what seemed like hours. My nipples were now incredibly sensitive, very red and very large. Pain was ramped up when a chain was linked through the two metal clamps and two weights hung from it and an additional weight added to the scrotum ring. The women left the room leaving me to suffer.

As I stood motionless I was aware that my stomach was churning and soon wave after wave of cramps hit me, but there was nothing I could do because every movement added pain to my nipples and scrotum as the weights swung about.

Eventually they returned and the clamps were removed which proved more painful that when they were in place as blood rushed back to the tips.

‘I imagine by now your stomach is probably quite painful’, one of the women said and I nodded. The gag was removed and she asked; ‘what would you do to gain relief?’ ‘Anything!’ was my immediate reply just as another wave of pain hit me.

‘That was a bit too quick an answer’, she said with a smile; ‘I think you can wait a little longer!’ ‘Please’, I wailed but she shook her head. ‘I think before we allow you any relief you can watch Helen getting her relief.’

I didn’t know what she meant but I was untied, gagged again and my wrists handcuffed together before being taken back to the room where Helen was held. She was no longer tied to the cross and no longer wearing the same clothes. In fact she was wearing her own Guide Leader uniform – nicely cleaned and pressed including the necker I observed.

A matching necker was gagging her. I noticed that ropes were attached to cuffs around her ankles and in no time she was hoisted into the air by an electric winch. She was now upside down with her head a few inches from the floor dangling over a large piece of plastic sheeting.

I watched as one of the women deflated the catheter and the rectal plug and as she removed both I released what was going to happen. Helen knew too but clearly there was nothing she could do.

Eventually and inevitably her bowels gave way and shit cascaded down over her followed by a long lasting stream of urine. I noticed it was all being filmed; why I had no idea.

Helen’s uniform was covered in brown liquid as was her face and hair. The women laughed and lowered her into mess on the sheet of plastic and rolled her over and over ensuring she was fully covered. They then tied her to the wooden frame screwed to the wall.

I was stripped and soon I was wearing my own Scout Leader’s uniform. My arms were hoisted into the air using the same winch system and I was gagged with a matching necker. One of the women pulled my trousers down and after deflating the catheter and anal plug she removed both and then zipped my trousers up again.

Everyone in the room knew how this would end and embarrassingly, as with Helen, the whole thing was filmed. I tried hard to prevent the inevitable but once a small amount was released the floodgates opened and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My trousers were soon soiled and a large puddle of brown liquid formed around my feet.

The women disappeared for what seemed like ages leaving the two of us to endure the mess we had made.

Eventually they returned, each of them wearing plastic aprons. We were released one at a time, stripped and cleaned.

One of the women said; ‘as neither of you seem to be able to control yourself you clearly need to wear a diaper.’ Helen was made to lie on the floor and a large white towelling diaper pushed under her bottom. Cream and talc was applied to her genitals and the diaper pinned tightly in place. A second one went over the top followed by plastic pants and then it was my turn only I ended up wearing three layers.

Our wrists were tied behind our backs with pink ribbon and then we were led from the room down the corridor to a new room.

Two high chairs were set out facing each other and once we were strapped in and bibs tied around our necks two of the ladies began to feed us. The food that was shovelled in was pureed but was very spicy. Once the various bowls were empty we were made to consume large bottles of warm milk by sucking the contents through silicon teats.

The straps were removed and both of us were dressed in new clothes. We could have been a baby boy and girl I thought; although Helen was dressed as the boy and I got a pink girl’s outfit.  Helen’s shorts and my skirt did little to conceal the bulky towelling diapers and plastic pants. Surprisingly both of us were given shoes to wear and the reason became clear almost immediately.

‘Time to get some fresh air’, one of the women said and when I protested my mouth was filled with a large silicon dummy held in place with a pink ribbon. Helen got one too although her ribbons were blue.

We were led from the building out onto the seafront and down onto the sand. I contemplated making a run for it but the three women ensured I never had the chance. Fortunately the seafront seemed deserted.

Once on the sand we were both made to kneel down and given a bucket and spade and told to make sandcastles. Our efforts were filmed and once we had finished the bucket was filled with sand by one of the women and after my pink dress was lifted the contents the plastic pants were pulled open along with the diapers and the sand emptied in.

I was pushed down on the sand on my back and Helen was commanded to rub my diaper.  Inevitably my cock sprang to life and whilst the soft terry towelling diaper created a pleasant feel the abrasive sand did not, but Helen followed the woman’s insistent commands and carried on rubbing ignoring my muffled cries of pain until it was clear I had climaxed.

We then made to continue the walk down the beach and as we did so I heard Helen’s bowels rumble and soon felt mine do the same. Clearly what we had been forced to eat contained some additional ingredients! Helen gave in first and she squatted down and it was clear from her pained expression she had soiled the diapers she was wearing.

My turn came soon enough and the explosion was loud enough that had there been any people near us they would have heard it.  I felt the warmth between my legs which was compounded when the bulky diapers were rubbed by one of the women.

Our return to the hotel was more of a waddle than a walk. Every step was filmed adding to the embarrassment. Fortunately both our plastic pants ensured there was no leakage.

Once back inside the women cleaned our groins. As I lay on a changing mat I squealed as a needle entered my thigh. One of the women removed the hypodermic; ‘A little going away present’, she said. ‘It will ensure you remain totally incontinent for some time.’ A similar dose was administered to Helen.

As we were both taped into new disposable diapers, which seemed very thick, our captors entered the room; ‘time to say good-bye’, the woman said and we were dragged out to their car and driven back to the cottage.

Instead of going inside we were forced into the back of our own car. Two of the gang sat in the front whilst the other followed in their own vehicle.

We drove for about and hour and then turned off the main road down a track and into a car park. It was late and the parking area wasn’t lit so when the headlights were turned off everything went dark.

We were told to get out and the woman led us into the woods at the end of the parking area. ‘Strip down to your diapers!’ she commanded and we complied as we knew we had no choice.

Our neckers were crumpled and forced into our mouths and held in place by several turns of a black type of tape.  As the woman smoothed the tape in place around my head she said; ‘this is much stickier than your normal duct tape and it’s also self amalgamating so unpicking it you’re your finger nails will be impossible!’

Helen’s wrists were handcuffed behind her back and I was tied to a tree with my wrists behind my back with rope. ‘The keys to Helen’s handcuffs will be on your kitchen table and your suitcases will be in the hall’, the woman said.

‘Obviously Helen can’t drive with her hands behind her back so it will be up to her to free you as clearly you won’t be able to do that yourself’, she continued with a laugh. ‘To make it more of a challenge Helen will be blindfolded’. She wrapped more of the tape around Helen’s head covering her eyes.

I watched helplessly as they led Helen away and then walked off leaving her standing unable to see where she was or indeed where I was and gagged as I was I couldn’t call out to her.

I heard them drive off and my “mmphing” finally brought Helen towards me and soon she was working away at the knots by feel. After what seemed like hours I was free.

I helped her back to the car but try as I might I couldn’t unpick the tape so we had no choice but to drive home; both of us gagged and naked apart from the diapers and Helen still blindfolded.

Part way home the diapers proved useful for both of us! The clock in the car said it was the early hours of the morning when we finally arrived home. The front door was unlocked so we were soon inside, but it took another hour to get the tape off and then both of us showered.

A pack of disposable diapers had been left with our suitcases and they would prove essential for the next few days until the drug wore off.

Eventually we retired to bed exhausted.

As before, we saw no point in calling the Police. We agreed to say nothing to anyone about our ordeal; hoping we had seen the last of the three tormentors. Although I didn’t say anything to Helen I wasn’t so sure; and I was proved correct once again!

Later I did ask Helen to try and remove the ring piercing my scrotum but it proved impossible and I didn’t want her trying a saw! As it would be too embarrassing to go somewhere and ask for help cutting through it, I left it in place.