Kidnap - Part 1 of Scouting Hell

Having turned the key to lock the door I snapped both padlocks closed; one at the top and one at the bottom to ensure the Scout Hall was secure, before I turned to walk home.

I had walked this way dozens of times, so many in fact that I no longer worried that the route took me along a dimly lit wooded path. I was lost in thought as I walked; reflecting on the successful activities that night at the Scout Hall, so I didn’t register the fact that people were walking behind me.

The first I knew was when something hit me on my back pitching me forward onto the path. I grazed my face as I hit the gravel surface and then, without warning, several boots stamped on my back and legs. I rolled into a ball to protect myself and cried out in pain.

Hands pulled me to my feet and a clenched fist sank into my stomach, driving all the air from my lungs which stopped my cries for help.

I tried to fight them, I had no idea how many there were, but I was dragged off the path into the dark woods. My attackers seemed to be either youths or young men but I couldn’t be sure in the dim light. The fact that they wore dark clothes with hoods over their heads and were wearing face masks leaving just their eyes visible made identification impossible.

I had recovered enough breath to call out again but that was rewarded with a fist slamming into the stomach once again. Something was stuffed into my mouth and I smelt the cheesy smell of a used sock. I heard the familiar sound of duct tape being torn and a piece was stuck over my mouth preventing me forcing the rancid sock out.

As both my arms were held tightly I wasn’t going anywhere and things got worse when another piece of tape was stuck over my eyes.

Things had happened so fast that I had no idea what was going on. As I struggled I felt hands unbuckle my belt and then my trousers were unzipped and pulled down to my ankles followed by my boxers.  I felt the cold night air on my naked groin and I suddenly felt very exposed.

A finger flicked my limp penis and then my scout neckerchief was grabbed pulling my head forward; I smelt the perfume of a woman; ‘so’, she asked, ‘is it to be the easy way, or the hard way?’

I shook my head, but I couldn’t reply with the sock in my mouth. A hand grasped my balls and I squealed in pain as the scrotum sac was stretched as far as it could go; but that was nothing to the pain caused when something, a fist presumably, hit my unprotected testes.

The wave of pain almost made me sick.  A second hit on the same area caused bile to rise in my throat but the gag meant I had no choice but to swallow it back down again. I could taste it despite the pervading taste of sweaty sock in my mouth.

‘Let’s go somewhere more private’, she whispered and I felt my wrists being tied together in front of me and then I was pulled forward. I stumbled as I couldn’t see and with my trousers around my ankles walking was more of a shuffle.

After a few minutes we stopped and I heard a door open and I was pulled inside. After a few minutes the tape was torn from my eyes taking some of my eyebrows with it and I recognised the inside of the Scout Hall.  The lights were on but the curtains had been drawn and the door was closed.

There were two young men, still anonymous in their dark clothing, hoods and face masks and standing next to them was a woman dressed in a full length black leather coat with a black woolly hat and black facemask.

‘We won’t be disturbed in here’, she said and I detected a slight Irish lilt to her voice. The two men pulled me over to a chair and I was soon secured to it with the rope.  My wrists were tied to the arms of the chair and more rope secured my chest to the back struts. 

I watched as the woman went into the office area and after a while she came back carrying several plastic wrapped packages from our store room.

She nodded to one of the men and he bent down and yanked my loose trousers and boxers off before removing my shoes and socks. Once he bound my ankles to the legs of the chair I wasn’t going anywhere.

The woman then ripped the tape from my mouth and pulled the sock out. My mouth was so dry that I found it impossible to speak.

I watched as she opened one of the packages and pulled out a new Scout neckerchief, the twin of the one still around my neck; ‘useful things these’, she said and I wondered what she meant. I soon found out when a powerful hand gripped my jaw forcing my mouth open and allowing her to jam the crumpled cotton material inside. One of the men pressed his sweaty hand over my mouth preventing me forcing the huge wad out.

The woman took another Scout scarf and carefully folded it into a strip before tying a double knot in the middle.  She pushed the bulky knot into my mouth and tied the scarf around my head.  As she pulled the scarf tight the knot forced the packing deeper into my mouth and I almost choked.

‘That’s a nice gag don’t you think?’ I didn’t, but I thought it best not to say anything; not that I could! To make things even more uncomfortable for me she tied the loose ends of the scarf to the back of the chair pulling my head back in the process.

‘Now that I have your undivided attention let me explain. My Associates and I don’t like the Scout movement. My Associates were mistreated in their youth by Leaders just like you, and I wasn’t allowed to join at all. Instead I was forced into the stupid Girl Guides when what I really wanted was to be with the boys; but the Scouts didn’t want girls joining in those days as apparently we weren’t “good enough”. Now it’s time for revenge!’ she said and the tone of her voice suggested this wasn’t a game.

As she talked she twirled another scarf into a thin strip of cotton and made a loop in one end.  I glanced down as she pulled my balls through the loop and tightened it before tying the loose ends to the bar under the seat stretching my scrotum in the process. My penis was erect by now and straining upwards.

She pulled up another chair and sat in front of me. She reached for the scarf around my neck pulled it from the woggle and shook it out into a single layer of cotton. ‘There are so many things you can do with these!’  she said as she wrapped my own necker around my erect cock, encasing it completely in soft cotton; ‘I bet you’ve done this yourself haven’t you?’

I shook my head but she saw in my eyes that like many Scouts I had indeed used my neckerchief in this way.  There was however a world of difference to jerking yourself off and being jerked off as I soon found out.

She played with my cock stroking it gently at first and then moving into a rhythm and whilst I tried to sit still my body automatically joined in thrusting upwards as far as the rope bonds allowed. Her firm grip ensured the cotton rubbed both the shaft and head of my penis.

It wasn’t long before I could feel a climax building and whilst I might have stopped had the scarf been in my own hands I had no choice in what happened. She took me over the top, laughing at my groan of pleasure as my penis spurted its load into the cotton scarf.

Once she had squeezed every last drop of semen from my cock she sat back and refolded the soiled necker.  When she held it up I could see that the middle part was now wet with milky semen.  She walked behind me and tied it over my nose and mouth leaving me to inhale the smell and feel the semen dripping down my cheeks.

She sat back on the chair and bent her head to my limp cock and after dropping her mask she licked it clean. Once the mask was back in place she looked up at me; ‘I bet that was humiliating’, she said and I nodded and then shivered, partly because it was cold in the Scout Hall with the heating off and partly because I sensed this ordeal wasn’t over.

‘We haven’t started yet!’ she said reading my thoughts. She held out her hand and one of the men handed her a small knife which she used to slice through the buttons on my shirt.  She pulled my shirt apart exposing my chest and placed the tip of the knife on centre of my right nipple. I cried out in fear that she might actually stab me and she laughed; ‘fear is a great leveller’, she said touching my cock with the knife and I realised it had already grown erect again despite the recent climax.

‘You have absolutely no idea what we are going to do, and your mind is creating lots of bad scenarios.’  As she said that she applied the knife to the left shoulder of the shirt and sliced through the material down to the cuff. After doing the same on the other sleeve she was able to pull the torn shirt off leaving me completely naked. ‘Even more humiliating for a man to be naked don’t you think?’ she said tossing the remains of the shirt on the floor.

The knife returned to my right nipple as she drew the blade across the skin. I couldn’t see if the skin was broken but the result was very painful.  She repeated the process on the other nipple before switching to using her finger nails which felt even sharper than the knife.

My nipples were extremely tender by the time she stopped; but that proved to only be a pause whilst she rummaged in a bag. Eventually she produced two pegs; like clothes pegs but metal in construction. I screamed in pain through the gag when she opened one and clamped it onto my right nipple. She simply laughed as she did the same to the left one.

For what felt like an hour she pulled and stretched both nipples.  I could feel my cock straining and it was clear there was a direct connection to the pain I was experiencing.

‘That should have warmed them up a bit’, she said removing the clamps without warning.  I cried out once more as blood flowed back to what were by now very sensitive nipples.

If they were sensitive then the pain got a whole lot worse when she produced a stapler from the bag and gripped my right nipple between its jaws. I tried to say no but she laughed and punched a staple right through the tender flesh. Another staple went through the left nipple.

She nodded to the two men and they untied the ropes freeing me from the chair. ‘As you seem to be cold it’s fortunate that I have brought something for you to wear’, she said rummaging in the bag once again.

I caught a glimpse of blue material and although initially I didn’t know what the clothes were once they dressed me I realised I was wearing the blue and red polo top of a Girl Guide along with the blue patterned uniform skirt. 

I watched as she picked up the discarded woggle and carefully folded a yellow neckerchief from the bag which then went around my neck. ‘Time for some fun’, she said and the men seemed to know what to do.

I was forced to lie on my back on the floor. My ankles were tied together with rope and then more rope looped around my shins and thighs.  A long rope was then attached to the ankle rope and passed under my left arm, across my back, under my right armpit and back to the ankle ropes.  As the two men pulled the slack from the rope my upper body was forced down to meet my legs,

I didn’t think I was that flexible but after some heaving and straining my face touched my feet and the rope was secured with several knots. More rope went around my torso and legs to hold everything in place. 

I was rolled onto my side and my wrists were bound together in front of my legs.  That rope was secured to the rope around my thighs. More rope looped around my upper arms only to be tied tightly to the ankle rope. I was now completely unable to move and the position would, I thought, become very painful quite quickly.

More rope went around my bent body created a cradle and before I knew it I was hoisted in the air supported by a single rope thrown over one of the roof beams. The length of the rope was adjusted until I hung about three feet off the floor. My body was horizontal and I was staring at the floor.

She disappeared for a few minutes and I heard the sound of running water.  When she returned she was holding a dripping wet necker.  ‘My colleagues recount how they were subjected to ritual humiliation during their first camp.’

I had seen this myself, but of course I hadn’t sanctioned it, so I knew what she was about to do.   She tied a small knot in one end of the wet necker and twisted the cloth into a tight strip.

I felt the skirt being pushed back to reveal my naked bottom and I tensed as she stepped to one side.  There was a wet slap and the knot hit my bottom stinging the skin. Over several minutes she built up a rhythm and the pain built to a point where I couldn’t stop the tears. Each of the men took it in turns to carry on the humiliation.

Eventually the pain stopped and I could hear them all breathing heavily.  Without warning my rectum was penetrated and automatically I tensed my muscles. ‘That’s not going to save you’, she said. Whatever was inside me pushed deeper and then started to move in and out.

After a while she whispered in my ear; ‘the ultimate humiliation is to be violated just as some Scouts have been by their elders.  They will carry that trauma for the rest of their lives and like them you can’t prevent that happening to you.  Perhaps it will happen, but then again perhaps it won’t!’  She laughed as she tied the wet necker over my eyes leaving me to wonder what would happen next.

The pain of being bound in this position built into a cramp that became unbearable and I was soon crying and trying to beg to be released. It seemed they understood despite the gag because I was quickly lowered to the floor and untied.  The blindfold was removed as was the gag. It was painful to stretch my legs out.

‘What do you say?’ she demanded standing over me. I averted my gaze and croaked out; ‘thank you for releasing me.’ ‘I didn’t untie you’, she said; ‘my colleagues did and they demand a reward for doing that.’

I turned to look at them and saw both had their trouser zips open and their erect cocks were poking out. I turned back to her; ‘I can’t do that!’ I said horrified at what was clearly expected. ‘You can and you will; otherwise things will get very bad for you very quickly’, was her response.

I knelt down and put my mouth around the first cock and closed my eyes.  I had no idea of the technique but the man didn’t wait, he forced his cock right down my throat and as I gagged I felt him massaging the shaft and balls.  Without warning sperm fired down my throat which I had no choice but to swallow. The taste was disgusting.

The second man forced himself into my mouth, but he took his time and although I did little to help he rotated his shaft on my tongue and lips until finally he shot an even bigger load into my mouth.

The woman was laughing when I opened my eyes and I saw the video camera in her hands; ‘that’s priceless; you a Scout Leader dressed as a Girl Guide sucking two men off with no hint of restraints whatsoever.  You could almost have been enjoying it, you little tease!’

‘Please don’t use that’, I begged but she simply laughed; ‘not your decision’, she said putting the camera down.

‘Clearly the cramps have gone so I think you are ready to be restrained again.’  I shook my head but I knew with three of them I couldn’t do anything to prevent them doing whatever they wanted. Escape seemed impossible.

As my arms were forced behind my back I wondered how this ordeal would end.  My arms were twisted so that my hands were held together at the base of my neck which was a painful position. Several loops of rope went around my wrists and more coiled around my elbows with a loop going around my chest. ‘This position is called a reverse prayer if you’re interested. It does put a lot of pressure on the arms as I imagine you are already beginning to feel’, she explained.

I started to reply but she grasped my balls in an iron grip and hissed; ‘I didn’t ask you to speak!’ Her tone of voice caused me to close my mouth as I tried to manage the pain in my balls.

I watched as she picked up the damp neckerchiefs that had until a little while ago gagged me and I realised they would be gagging me again very soon.

This time however she packed my mouth with the semen soaked scarf before picking up the one with a double knot still tied in the middle. She added two more knots to increase the size and forced the large knot into my mouth. Once she tied it around my neck the semen soaked scarf was forced to the back of my throat and I tasted my own cum this time.

Using a roll of grey duct tape she wrapped several layers around my head sealing my mouth and completely covering the scarves.  The grey tape was then covered with a new necker; one that matched the one I was wearing around my neck.  She arranged it so that a small triangle of cloth covered my chin. ‘That makes a very pleasing gag’, she said; ‘but I wonder; is it effective?’

Without warning she grabbed my balls with one hand and the stapler with the other. I struggled but she drove a staple into my left testicle. My scream was inaudible. ‘Yes I think we can safely say it works!’ she said tossing the stapler away.

‘So picture the scenario; we have a Girl Guide, hands bound and well and truly gagged. What could possibly happen now?’ As she said that one of the men bound a scarf over my eyes. ‘Now you can’t see what is about to befall the trapped Girl Guide’, her voice whispered in my ear, her hand caressing my cock through the soft material of the skirt; ‘I wonder what that could be?’

I stood for quite some time, trapped in my own world.  I didn’t want to move in case I fell and yet it was so quiet even though my hearing was hypersensitive given I was blindfolded.

My brain created all sorts of ideas about what I might be about to endure and I felt my cock stiffen at the prospect.

Without any warning my sensitive nipples were rubbed through the cotton polo shirt. I twisted away from the torment and fell backwards.  With my hands bound I could stop myself hitting the floor hard and it hurt.

Hands pulled me back on my feet and then I was spun around disorientating me.  As I was spun hands brushed my cock.  Eventually the movement stopped and she whispered; ‘it’s very naughty to stain your skirt with leakage from your cock. As a good Girl Guide you should know how to behave and especially to be proud of your uniform! You will of course receive a punishment for this misdemeanour.’

I heard and felt the zip of the polo shirt being pulled down and after a few minutes an intense cold hit both of my sensitive nipples simultaneously. More cold was applied to my balls; it was so cold it was almost like a burning feeling. As the cold feeling was rubbed across the skin, my brain computed that she must be using ice cubes from the freezer.  We had a stock that we used in the drinks in the summer.

I felt the liquid from the melting cubes run down my chest and legs.  My legs were then forced apart and the ice was rubbed from my scrotum across my rectum and then I gasped as it was pushed inside.  The ice quickly cooled the sensitive rectal lining.  A finger pushed the cube further inside and then another cube followed and then several more.

The ropes securing my arms painfully behind my back were untied and I was pulled across the room and soon I was sitting back on the chair. The necker blindfolding me was removed and I found myself staring directly into her eyes.

She held up the front of the skirt and I looked down to see a large wet mark. As I watched she dragged the material over my erect cock which increased the size of the wet patch even more. ‘Any mark on my uniform earned me a punishment’, she said and I wondered what punishment she might have suffered.

I soon found out what mine would be. She gripped my cock in one hand and started to pump it, slowly at first and then with an increasing rhythm. I shook my head but she laughed and carried on.  I tried really hard to think of other things but the climax was going to happen no matter what I did.

Just before the climax she said; ‘their first action was to make whatever had been done worse.’  I climaxed almost immediately firing a jet of sperm all over the front of the skirt. She spread it out with her hand and then dried herself on the cotton material.

She removed the necker from around my head and pulled off the tape off ignoring the pain it caused. After plucking the wad of scarves out she unclipped the skirt and forced the soiled part into my mouth; ‘lick it clean!’ she commanded and once again I tasted my salty semen.

 Of course there was no way whatever I did was going to produce a clean uniform but this was all about using psychology as a punishment. Eventually she pulled the skirt from my mouth and I was hauled to my feet and finally the ropes around my arms were untied.

She tossed the rumpled skirt to me; ‘put it back on’, she commanded and I fiddled with the clip to secure it around my waist once more. I looked down and saw that the polo shirt was wet from the melted ice and the skirt had a large damp patch on the front; “when would this ordeal end?” I wondered.

‘You must be thirsty by now’, she remarked and before I could stop myself I nodded and she produced a bottle of clear liquid. Only when it was held to my mouth did I realise it was vodka.  My head was tilted back and most of the liquid went down my throat, although some did spill on the uniform adding yet another stain.

‘One punishment we all dreaded was “hide and seek” although as you will no doubt be aware it was not the normal game as it involved lots of duct tape.’

Two crumpled scarves were forced into my mouth and several layers of duct tape ensured they were there to stay. ‘You will have a 2 minute head start and if you evade capture you will go unpunished; however each time you are captured whoever finds you determines the punishment metered out.’

Ear plugs were forced into each ear and more duct tape wrapped around my head ensured they would stay in place.  Silence descended on my world as my arms were pulled behind my back and secured together with yet more tape. I was then led to the door and after it was unlocked I was pushed outside.

I couldn’t hear what she said, but I assumed I was being told to make a run for it, so I did. I didn’t get far before I tripped and fell; it was dark so seeing the roots and rocks was difficult. I scrambled to my feet and carried on into the trees hoping to put some distance between me and the Scout Hut whilst looking for something vaguely sharp that I could use to cut the tape around my wrists. Maybe that way I could escape I thought.

I didn’t find anything, instead one of the men found me long before I could make the footpath I knew ran a few hundred metres or so away. He pushed me to the floor on my back and stamped hard on my left ankle. I didn’t know whether he had broken it but he repeated the assault on my right ankle. I watched helplessly as he duct-taped my legs together above my knees and then he disappeared.

I got unsteadily to my feet; both ankles hurt but it was clear they weren’t broken, just bruised.  Running with my thighs taped together was not easy so I walked slowly in the direction I thought would lead to the footpath but before I got there I ran straight into the arms of the second man.

His fist drove into my stomach expelling all the air from my lungs. After kneeing me twice in the groin he applied tape to my eyes and then I rolled onto my back and my legs pulled off the ground.  Something hard rammed into my rectum and I screamed as whatever it was penetrated me.

After several insertions I heard him get up and walk away.  I got unsteadily to my feet but now as I was blind I had no idea which way to hobble.  As I stumbled along I was suddenly pushed by an unseen hand and as I changed direction a few moments later I was pushed from the other side. 

My head was aching from the alcohol and I started to panic when something brushed my face and then a hand in my back pushed me forward and I felt myself falling, but instead of hitting the hard ground I fell into something soft and sticky.  With my wrists bound I wasn’t able to pull myself out.

As I floundered about I ended up completely covered in whatever it was and I found myself suffocating as the foul smelling stuff filled my nostrils. I thought I was going to die but eventually I felt hands on my ankles and I was dragged backwards out onto firm ground.

The tape was painfully removed and once they turned a lantern on I could see in its soft light that I had fallen or been pushed into a mud pit and I was completely covered in slimy brown mud. The woman laughed at my condition; ‘now your uniform is a real mess’, she said with satisfaction; ‘you need cleaning up.’

The tape around my arms and legs was cut and the filthy uniform removed before I was dragged back to the hut.  They used an outside hosepipe to wash the mud off; the water was extremely cold.

I was then made to bend over and the next thing I knew the hose was forced into my rectum and immediately I felt water invading me. How much I didn’t know but eventually the pipe was removed.

I was dragged back inside the hut and on the floor was a larger version of a child’s disposable nappy. They forced me to the floor on top of it and soon it was taped tightly around my waist.

Rope was then tied to my wrists and I was suspended from one of the ceiling beams. ‘I think we will just let the water do its job before we continue’, she said adjusting the mud covered necker; the only bit of clothing I still wore, before sticking more tape over my mouth.

In no time at all my stomach started to cramp. The waves of pain became more and more unbearable until I had no choice but to expel the water from my arse. The diaper contained the waste but I could feel its warmth between my legs. As I looked up I saw she was recording me on her camera.

They knew as I did that I had soiled myself by the smell and she made it worse by rubbing her hand between my legs forcing the mess against my skin.  After a while she stopped and I was untied and taken outside and hosed down once more with the cold water.

‘I think it’s time for you to go home now’, she said and I must have looked relieved because she laughed; ‘that doesn’t mean releasing you; it means we will take you home.’  Clearly my ordeal hadn’t ended.

Back inside the hut and after the door was locked she removed several things from the bag they had brought with them.  One of the men began to clean all the surfaces with a bottle of bleach. ‘Just ensuring there is no forensic evidence left’, she explained. 

I didn’t like the sound of that but I soon realised she wasn’t going to elaborate; instead she stepped close to me and placed both hands on my chest and without warning dragged her nails down across my nipples leaving 10 red lines that after a few moments had spots of blood on them.

She ignored my cry of pain as she forced my cock and balls into what looked like a soft red velvet bag. However when she pulled the drawstring tight and it became clear the inside was covered in sharp spikes which were driving into my cock and balls.

 I was then made to bend over the chair and after some cream was applied to my anus something large was forced in. Once it was fully inside me I was made to stand up and a Y shaped strap was buckled to the strap that went around my waist.  The Y shape went either side of the bag enclosing my cock and between my legs where it was buckled to the waist strap at the base of my spine.  As she tightened the buckle the intruder in my arse was forced deeper inside.

Leather cuffs were applied to each wrist and padlocked together behind my back. A broad leather strap went around my chest covering up my nipples. The strap had spiked which were driven into the sensitive flesh when the strap was tightened.

A soft leather helmet was then pulled over my head and laced tightly in place.  It had eye holes along with holes for my nostrils and mouth. After a stiff leather collar was buckled tightly around my neck I was unable to move my head at all.

A large red ball was then forced into my mouth.  The ball was attached to a head harness.  As she tightened various buckles it was forced deeper into my mouth.  My tongue was crushed underneath it so all I could do was grunt.

After putting a Scout necker back around my neck secured with my own woggle she took a photo; ‘you make quite a good S&M model; a Scout one at that’, she remarked putting the camera away. Once the other man had finished cleaning and everything was back in the bag she declared it was time to go.