You're SUCH a pussy, Daniel!

The door of the redneck bar opened and several of the local cowboys looked up.  A tall, well-built, good-looking scholarly gentleman walked in, his arm protectively around a tall, leggy blonde.  They all dropped their jaws when they saw her.  She was wearing a ton of makeup, and probably false eyelashes, thick mascara, eye-shadow, and deep, dark, shiny red lip color.  She had on a very short, very tight, shiny wet-look minidress that barely covered her ass. 

There was a big, silly-looking bow in her hair and a red scarf tied around her neck, about where the adams apple would usually be......on a man.  On her feet, she wore, sky-high red patent-leather platform stiletto high-heels. 

The rednecks noticed that not only did her shoes have a sexy thin ankle strap on them, but each strap had a little red bow on it and little brass padlocks fastening the shoes on her feet.  Her legs were long, muscular, and shapely.  She was so sexy that each man was instantly aroused.  Everyone stopped playing his game and drinking his beer to look at her.  You could tell she wanted to go back home.  She tried to turn and go back out the door, but the man with her, who was much bigger and stronger, gripped her arm forcefully and pulled her back in.  In her high-heels, she did not stand a chance getting away from him.

"Aw honey", Dwight said, lifting his cowboy hat a little.  "You ain't gotta be skeered of us.  We're just a bunch a good ol' boys here.  Ain't hurt a fly", he drawled.  The girl flicked her eyes up at him and then looked back down demurely.  "Tell me yer name, purty thang", he continued.

"Go on, Danielle, tell him your name, sweetheart", the man ordered her.  By this time, it was a moot point, but she did it anyway.  "Danielle", she answered in a voice much deeper than any of the cowboys had imagined.

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The well-dressed man wasted no time ordering beers for both of them.  Danielle seemed to just want to find a booth and sit in the back, but the "Professor", as he wanted to be called, insisted she be with him.  The cowboys immediately took him to be very dominant and they noticed how submissive his girlfriend was to him.  They liked that.

The professor started up a pool game with Larry, the local favorite and soon they were playing for real money.  In no time at all, Randy's last paycheck, all $400 was on the table.  The professor matched it with an IOU, which Larry was foolish enough to accept.  But everyone figured, given the Mercedes he drove up in, he was good for it.

They were all distracted watching Danielle as she strutted around in her short, tight minidress and highheels.  Every step she took, that skirt rode up and down on her hips, making all of them want to bite their hand.  If they didn't get some of that, they thought, they were going to have to go home and take a cold shower.  A very, very cold shower.

No one imagined the professor would be as good as he was.  "Go over and get me another beer, precious", he said to Danielle.  She got up sulkily and strode toward the bar.  She had consumed three beers already.  To be such a tall girl, she really had little tolerance for alcohol.  The men all imagined it was because she had so low body fat.  She was really in very nice physical condition, they all noticed.  They licked their lips, watching her bend over the bar.  Larry missed his shot.  "That's it", the professor said.  "I win.  Now pay up Larry!" he laughed, towering over the cowboys.  He was much bigger than any of them.  Larry was almost as big, but he was also fat and stupid, so it wouldn't be much of a fight.

Danielle was still standing there as the bartender opened a bottle and gave it to her.  "May I use your little girl's room", she asked huskily, dancing back and forth on her high-heels.  It was kind of a sexy dance, but the bartender realized she had to go.....really had to go.

The professor gathered up the money on the table, seeing all the cowboys were pissed off.  He could take them one at a time, but together......he knew he wouldn't stand much of a chance.  He didn't see Danielle around, so he figured she must have stepped outside. 

The professor headed out the door.  C'mon Danielle, we gotta go....NOW!" he yelled.

The door flew open behind him.  "Get him", Larry yelled.  The Professor didn't have time to think about where Danielle had gone.  He just took off.  "Shit", he swore to himself.  "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!!!!!"

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Daniel sat on the toilet in the women's room.  He had brought his little red purse in with him and had his cell phone out.  He tried calling Casey for the twentieth time that day.  She had stopped talking to him.  As soon as she had seen what he and the professor were doing, she cut off all communication with him and would not answer his calls. 

He didn't know if the professor was playing with him or not, but he told Daniel that he and Casey were still seeing each other and that she hadn't decided yet how she felt about having a crossdresser for a boyfriend.  Daniel tried texting her when he voice mail inbox was full.

Finally, he finished peeing, stood up and pulled up his pantyhose.  He tucked his penis back down into his pantyhose between his legs so that it did not make an unsightly bulge on the front of his short dress.  The dress was so short and tight, it would surely show.

Before Daniel was finished, the door squeaked when it opened.  Booted footsteps entered the room and there was a knock on the stall door.  "Just a minute!", he answered, as femininely as he could.

When Daniel opened the stall door, there was a welcoming committee of cowboys from the bar.  He was the only "girl" in there at the time and was not feeling very welcome at the moment.

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"Well, hey there sugar-tits, how ya doin'?" Dwight asked.  "You lookin' awful sexy tonight, sweet-cheeks!" he added. 
"Shut up Dwight", Larry shouted impatiently.  "Ask the little bitch where her boyfriend is.  He got all my money.  My wife's gonna dee-vorce me!"

"What?" Daniel asked, but it came out in the wrong voice.  The men looked at him a little funny.  "I meant....what?!" Daniel corrected himself.
"I said call your boyfriend, slut-bitch!" Larry shouted at him.

"Okay okay", Daniel agreed, his hands trembling as he got out his phone. 
"Gimme that!" Larry said impatiently and grabbed the phone. Daniel made a grab to get the phone back and Larry shoved him.

For a moment, Daniel forgot that he was dressed as a woman and wearing high-heels.  He shoved Larry back and Larry pushed him down.  Daniel lost his balance in his high-heels and fell onto the hard, rough unfinished concrete surface of the floor.  He skinned his right knee as he fell. 

He got up feeling anger and the burning sensation in his knee.  He doubled up his fist and punched Larry.  It was a pretty good punch, but not good enough.  Larry was a little wasted and he hit Daniel back......HARD.

This time, Daniel went down again, but much harder.  His dress came up over his hips when he fell.  He got up and tasted blood.  He wiped his lip with the back of his hand and saw that he was bleeding.  So was his knee, this time. 

One of the cowboys put out a hand chivalrously.  It was Dwight.  "Dammit Larry, now you done went and hit a lady", he said, looking up into Daniel's pretty blue eyes.  "That's not a lady", Larry grinned.
"The hell it ain't!" Dwight argued. 

"Pull up her dress", Larry challenged them. 
"I'll do no such thang!"
"Then I will", Larry said, pulling up Daniel's dress.  The small tuck was there between his legs.  He was wearing sheer to waist Legg's and you could see right through them. 
"Gawd-dayum", Dwight swore.  "She's a boy!!!!"

Suddenly, everyone was talking at once.  Daniel felt hands grabbing at him and he made a move to pull his arms free and rushed for the door, but did not make it.  Suddenly his arms were pulled behind his back.  A rough hand was over his mouth.

"What are we gonna dew with him", one of the men asked. 
"Take him out back.  Who's got some rope?" another one asked.

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The cold night air chilled Daniel's legs and arms.  The cowboys dragged him over to a big wooden light post in the alley behind the bar.  One of their trucks was nearby. 
"Did you find some rope?" Larry asked.  A cowboy shrugged.
"C'mon on man, somebody's gotta have some rope!" Larry whined.

"I got this", a man stood up in the back of his pickup truck, and Daniel's knees went weak when he saw what the man was holding.

"No", he said.  "Please don't.  Just let me go!"  he begged.  "I'll never come back again", he said.  "You don't have to do this.  You don't have to tie me up!" he begged.

Two men held Daniel's arms behind his back as a piece of wire was cut off and his hands were tied behind his back with it.  Now Daniel was helpless to escape, tied to the post, but the cowboys weren't done yet.
They took their time wrapping Daniel up until his arms, upper body and legs were all tied to the post.  The men twisted the wire until it was brutally tight. 

"Please stop", Daniel begged.  "You're hurting me", he cried until one of the men pulled out a navy blue bandanna, which he used to gag Daniel with.

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Poor Daniel stood there, helplessly bound and gagged as the cowboys went through the contents of his purse until they came up with his phone.  "What's the man's name who was here.  I don't see a Professor on here anywhere!" 

The truth was that Daniel and the Professor were in such constant communication that there was no need to call or text.  But they noticed on his history the twenty-something calls he had made that day to Casey.

"Who's this Casey person?" Larry asked.  "She's kinda purty", he said.  "Maybe we'll call her.  She your girlfriend, boy?!"
Daniel refused to answer.  The last person he wanted called tonight was Casey.  The last time she'd seen him, he'd been dressed to the nines and tied-up.  He was afraid if she saw him tonight, she'd never speak to him again.

"Answer me, you little sissy-faggot".  Daniel nodded.  "Hey boys!" he called.  "Let's make a sign and put it over the faggot's head when his little girlfriend comes to rescue his pretty ass!"

Dwight came over with a sign he had made using a small rectangular piece of wood.  He scrawled the words "SISSY FAGGOT" on them.  He stood up on a box and nailed the sign over poor Daniel's head. 

"You sure are a pretty little slut, aintcha?!" he whispered in Daniel's ear.  "Got them long pretty legs.....a nice ass.....and a real pretty face, boy!" Dwight said.  "You look good all dolled up in that short dress and them 'fuck-me' high-heels you're wearin'"  Daniel shivered.  It was one thing being sluttified and molested by the professor, but being gang-raped by a group of cowboys at a bar had not been part of the evening's entertainment plans.

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Casey felt the phone vibrating.  She hated to turn it off for the night because the professor might call, but there it was.  She decided she'd just tell Daniel she needed some time.

"Listen Daniel", she began.  "I don't want to talk to you right now.  I just need to be left alone.  I need time to process.  Not every girl wants a boyfriend who's prettier than she is--"

"It ain't Daniel", a man's voice cut in.

"Who's this?" Casey asked, immediately alarmed.  "Has there been an accident?!  Is Daniel all right?!  Is he hurt?!"  She was surprised to see how her emotions could be manipulated.  Was he doing this on purpose?
"Daniel's just fine", the man said sarcastically.  "But he's in a bit of a bind here". 

Casey was immediately suspicious, but still quite alarmed.  "Who is THIS?" she asked.  "Is this some sort of a gag?"
"No, Missy", Larry laughed.  "It ain't a gag, but your pretty little boyfriend's got one in his sissy mouth right now."

"What have you done with Daniel", she demanded to know.
"Daniel is going to be our guest for awhile.  Your little sissy boyfriend and HIS boyfriend were here earlier tonight.  His boyfriend hustled me in a game of pool and won $500 off me and I want my money back", he lied.

"I-i-i-I don't have $500", Casey said, truthfully. 
"Then you get it, bitch", Larry said and hung up.

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Casey's hands were shaking.  She was trembling all over.  She wanted to call the police, but where would she send them?  She had no idea.  She tried calling the professor, but he wasn't answering.  "Damn that professor straight to hell", Casey said aloud to herself.  She was terrified.  Daniel was in the hands of a bunch of rednecks and they were angry with him!

Most likely, Casey imagined, he was dressed-up in high-heels and wearing a lot of makeup.  She licked her lips.  Maybe......she thought.....he was all tied-up and helpless.  A poor helpless sissy-slut in peril.
Casey realized she was quite worked up imagining sissy-Danielle in peril.

In all, Casey found $350 in her dorm room.  She called back Daniel's phone.  She lied and told Larry that she had $500.  "You say the professor hustled you in a pool game?" she asked, fumbling open he latches on her case.  She drew out a beautiful sculptured pool cue that was her own personal possession.  "Have you considered a double or nothing bet?" she asked.

Casey waited in Daniel's car in the Kroger parking lot near the campus.  After awhile, a pickup truck with two men inside, both wearing cowboy hats, arrived.  The driver spat out a stream of tobacco juice.  "Foller us.  We aim to be sure you ain't being follered yerself."

Casey let in the clutch on the Shelby and started after them.  The men drove all over the county, Casey taking every turn they made.  Finally, they came up on a bar that was long since closed.  It was, by now, 3am.

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Casey pulled up behind the pickup truck, but another man came out and said, "No, don't park here.  Follow me."  He walked and Casey drove slowly behind him, letting in the clutch in quick jerks, then disengaging it again.  The engine revved.  Finally, her headlights shined on something red.  It was Daniel!!!!

Casey's heart leaped.  He seemed to be all right.  He was standing up at least.  And he was tied-up!!!!

She parked the car and got out, her pool cue in her hand.

"You got the money, bitch?" Larry demanded. 

"You can have it if I lose", Casey told him.  "Otherwise, it stays right here in my pocket!"  She patted the inside pocket of her black leather jacket.  She was wearing tight blue jeans and lace up boots with a chunky high heels.  She felt she looked tough and in charge.

Pool cue in hand, she walked over to Daniel.  His pretty eyes rolled in her direction.  He looked tired.  He had probably been tied-up for a couple of hours already.  Then Casey saw that he was not tied-up with rope!  It was barbed wire!

The wires had been twisted behind the post to which Daniel was tied and they were now brutally tight.  She could see that he must have been trying to get away.  The sharp barbs had, by now, penetrated his flesh and dark rivulets of blood were running down his arms and legs.  There were drops of blood on the ground around the post.  And Casey saw that Daniel's knee was bleeding as well as his lower lip.  He had been roughed up by the barbarians before they tied him up.

She felt for him, but at the same time, she was incredibly aroused at his peril.  "Oh Daniel!", she whispered, "You're bleeding!  Have they hurt you?  Have they.....have they....""  She left the question open.
Daniel shook his head no. 

"Don't worry, darling", she said.  "I'm here now and I'm going to rescue you.  Just play along okay?"

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Casey turned toward the men who had kidnapped Daniel.  To her boyfriend she said, "Oh Daniel.  You are SUCH a pussy.  First, you let the professor dress you up.  Then you get beat up and let these bullies tie you up and gag you.  What in the world am I going to do with your sissy-ass!?" she scolded him.

Daniel hung his head in shame and the men laughed at him.

"Now, I'm going to have to play these REAL men a game of pool for double or nothing.  I'm afraid that if I lose, not only do they get my money, but they also get to keep you as their sissy-slut prisoner.  Besides", she said, "I think the big one likes you!"  Daniel looked and the big one was Larry, who he didn't think liked him at all, but Dwight was eagerly watching Daniel standing helplessly tied to the pole with his arms behind his back and his legs together, eagerly rubbing his crotch.

To the cowboys, Casey said, "Gentleman, shall we?"

Larry led the way.  "I like yo' style, little lady", he said.  "Them jeans sure fit you nice and tight".

"Well, thank you", Casey said, looking over her shoulder.  "Aren't the rest of the men coming in?" she said.

"Nope", Larry told her.  "They's stayin' outside to keep yer sissy-boyfriend company, so don't get any ideas!" he hissed.

"Why would I get any ideas?" Casey shrugged.  "She's not my boyfriend anymore anyway.  I needed a real man.  Would you like to break?" she asked him as she screwed the chalk onto the tip of her pool cue.
Larry grinned at her and Casey smiled back.  She hoped that this was going to work as Larry sank the first ball effortlessly.

Otherwise..........