The bondage felt strange against my skin. Never had I been so thoroughly bound or manipulated. Never had I ceded power to another. Never had I been...so utterly helpless. Strung up against the corner, my legs spread, my sex exposed, I began to cry. That is what it had come to? The men started just as I had. They tortured me, and they enjoyed every minute of it. First came the clamps, stuck not only to my clit and nipples and but also my pure and unmarked skin. I screamed and swore. It was her wig, the one she wore to church when the cancer begantaking her hair. Just holding it made Rick want to cry, but with a burst ofwill he pushed it back. He needed to be strong ... and he couldn't afford tostart again on his makeup this late.With the raven black wig adjusted correctly, he was now, to all eyes thatwould seem him, a beautiful young woman. Smiling at the thought, he saw inthe mirror that the smiling, made him even prettier."Ricky! Richard. Hey you up there."It was. The main difference between them was one had pink hair the other purple. Pink girl was slightly plumper than purple girl and I thought of her as Miss Piggy. I mentally tagged the girl with purple hair Lady Barney, like the purple dinosaur BarneyWhile the homosexual man was setting up at the vanity the two young females stripped me of my robe. They laughed when the paw print on my mound and they quickly pointed it out to gay boy.He gave me a snarky smile and said. “Leave the decorations to me. She continued. "I'll give these movies to the cops. Trust me on that, in a second! But not before publishing them on the Internet!"I burst into tears. Mrs. Johnson said, "Unless... unless you do EVERYTHING I tell you to do. And I mean EVERYTHING. Any hesitation will result in your arrest and public humiliation. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good. Now, let's begin."Mrs. Johnson showed me how to operate their entertainment system. "I want you to transcribe everything you said." She instructed me.