Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Caught by Hector part 3.

   This is the third part of a three part story.  Parts one and two should
be read before reading part three.



   I watched his face as Tomas untied the rope binding my knees and then
the one around my ankles.  It was scary.  He was beyond fucked up from
drinking, smoking pot, and sniffing and smoking cocaine with his friends
all night at his "bailout" party.  As the party wound down he bid his
friends goodnight and took me to his bedroom or at least a room with a bed
in it.  The room was in the basement of an apartment building owned by my
landlady Felina Lopez and maintained by her son Hector.

   The night before Hector and his friends Marco and Juan broke into my
apartment while I was crossdressing.  I tried to fight them off but they
overpowered me, tied me up and raped me.  Then they took me to the basement
where I was forced to suck dick for money, all night, by them and their
friends Maria and Gina.  When they made enough money, or ran out of
customers, I was taken back to my apartment and held prisoner until Hector
and Gina returned from bailing Tomas out of jail.

   I was then cleaned up, dressed like a policewoman, returned to the
basement, tied to a chair and forced to wait while they partied.  To keep
me under control through all this, I was always tied up and kept in a fog
of heroin smoke.  To keep me quiet I was gagged most of the time.  In fact
the only times I wasn't gagged, I was either smoking heroin or cock so
there was always something in my mouth.

   Tomas was bigger and a lot stronger than me so he was able to hold me
down on the bed with one hand.  Unable to yell with a knotted blue bandana
in my mouth, or to move away, I whimpered and waited as he untied my legs
with his free hand.  When he finished, he stood me up and grabbed the back
of my head.  He put the fake police hat back on my head and lifted me up a
little by my hair.  It hurt like hell, but I still started walking when he
hissed, "now march bitch", and proceeded to walk me around the room,
banging me up against the walls several times.  Each time he did it he
would unbutton two or three buttons on my light blue blouse until it was
completely open and he was fondling my "tits" from behind.  With my wrists
and elbows still tied tightly behind me, I really had no choice in the
matter.

   When he finshed, Tomas sat on the bed and forced me to kneel on the
floor in front of him.  He let the pressure off my hair but didn't let go.
Instead he pulled out his dick and said, "okay faggot, let's get the first
one out the way." It was huge and I was afraid I would choke on it when he
took the gag out of my mouth and pulled my head towards his crotch.  I felt
like someone was ramming a giant kielbasa down my throat and my eyes teared
up from gagging as he raped my face.

   He wasn't kidding about being backed up for months.  When he finally
blew his load in my mouth I thought I was going to drown in his cum there
was so much.  After swallowing most of it I looked over at a mirror mounted
on the back of the door.  My mascara had run, my lipstick was smeared and I
had jizz running from both sides of my mouth.  Tomas noticed this and wiped
it away with his fingers.  Grabbing my hair, he slurred, "you missed some
faggot", and made me suck his fingers clean.

   "There, it's all gone Tomas, can I please go now", I asked, praying he
would untie me and I could go back to my apartment.

   "You're a funny faggot, faggot.  I'm still backed up, so you ain't goin
nowhere yet", he laughed and pulled me to my feet by my hair.  Before I
could get my bearings, he threw me back onto the bed, rolled me onto my
stomach and straddled me.  "Funny as you are though, faggots should be seen
and not heard", he said as he looked around for the blue bandana.  When he
couldn't find it he simply shrugged and took a green bandana out of his
left pocket.  From his right pocket he pulled out a rubber ball, wrapped it
in the middle of the bandana, savagely forced it into my mouth and tied the
ends behind my head gagging me for the millionth time in the last two days.

   I mmphed into the gag and tried to wiggle away but he was still too
strong and after a few minutes I resigned myself to my fate and stopped
struggling.  Tomas got off me and stood.  He removed his clothes and got
back in bed.  Moments later I was stood on my knees and then bent over so
my face was on the mattress and my ass was in the air.  I felt the chilly
basement air on my ass as my navy blue skirt was pulled up and my blue and
white striped string bikini panties were pulled down and then off.  Seconds
later I felt his lubed fingers readying my asshole and I began to quietly
cry into my gag again.

   The quiet crying turned to screams of pain when he jammed himself into
my allready sore ass.  Hector, Marco and Juan were all big but it felt like
Tomas was fucking me with a bat.  For a while he pumped away as I laid
there with my face pushed into the mattress, then he pulled out and had us
change positions.  This time he sat me on his lap facing away from him,
held my hips and bounced me up and down on his cock.  Without my face in
the mattress my cries of pain echoed the room even with the gag in my
mouth.

   After a while in this position, Tomas untied my hands and elbows and had
me get on all fours on the bed.  Then he proceeded to fuck me doggystyle,
all the while pulling my head back by my long brown hair and reaching under
my falsies and twisting my nipples.  Occasionally he would punch me in my
kidney to make my sphincter tighten around his massive dick.  When I was
starting to think the pain wouldn't end, Tomas finally blew his load and
collapsed on top of me.  Any thoughts of that being the end were dismissed
a few minutes later when he got up and called for the other three guys to
come in and join us.

   Marco came in first.  followed by Hector and Juan.  "What's up Tomas?",
Hector asked.  "You need to get high again?" As he nodded I saw Marco start
to roll a joint with cocaine in it for the four of them.  Juan on the other
hand was sprinkling heroin onto some foil which he brought over to me and
handed me a straw.  "Get that bandana out your mouth and smoke this before
I kick your ass, faggot." Not wanting to get hurt anymore I complied and
sucked the smoke through the straw when he heated the foil with one of the
candles.  After a few hits I had nothing left and just laid on the bed
while the four of them smoked their joint.

   As they finished smoking, they huddled up and whispered to each other
for a few minutes then they turned towards me.  While Juan and Marco stood
me up, Hector busied himself removing the back of the office chair I was
tied to earlier.  Tomas, meanwhile started removing my clothes, starting
with my skirt and shoes and finishing with my blouse and falsies so I was
standing there in just my lacy white bra and blue kneesocks.  After
throwing my clothes over in the corner next to my panties, they had me lay
over the chair and roll over to Tomas, Juan and Marco who sat next to each
other on the bed after removing their pants.

   "We just wanna share our faggot", Juan hissed at me.  "So while you suck
my dick, give my homies here handjobs.  And you fuckin better be gentle if
you don't want a beating", he said as he pulled my head towards his lap. 
To avoid upsetting him, I took his hardening penis into my mouth and began
stroking Tomas and Marco's dicks at the same time.  "That's right just like
one of those porn sluts", Tomas laughed and I felt a new low.  As this new
humiliation set in I felt someone opening my legs and spreading my
asscheeks.  Before I could react Hector was inside me again, thrusting away
while the other three laughed.  "Just keep sucking and stroking", Juan told
me as he held my head by the hair.

   For the next half hour or so, they would change positions every couple
of minutes, and after a while I had all of them in my mouth, ass and each
hand several times.  Suddenly, they all stood up and flipped me off the
chair and onto the floor so I was laying there on my back looking up at
them.  "Thanks for the good time faggot", Marco spat out as the four of
them blew their loads on my face, neck and chest, "now get the fuck out of
here before you never leave." Fearful, I gathered my clothes and started to
leave when Hector grabbed my shoulder and spun me around so I faced him.

   "We have members everywhere in town, so I wouldn't go to the cops about
this, faggot", he said and escorted me from the room to the stairway.  "Bye
bye Miss cutie pie", Marie and Gina sang together as Hector pushed me out
the door into the stairway.  I went up to my apartment and put a chair up
against the back door so they couldn't get in again.  My nightmare had
lasted nearly forty hours so, after showering, I slept for twelve hours.  I
spent the next couple of days locked in my apartment sitting on bags of
ice, nursing my bruises and rope burns and hoping it was all over.  I also
had marks on the sides of my mouth from hours of being gagged so I couldn't
go out anyway.

   After a few days I had no choice and had to leave the apartment or risk
losing my job.  Luckily my mouth had healed and long sleeves and pants
covered the other marks so I was able to return to the video store.  IT WAS
HELL!  For the next two weeks I was forced to relive that night over and
over as people I had blown came in to rent videos.  They would smile or
laugh at me.  Some even asked me to blow them in the back room where the
adult movies were kept.  I refused.  Going home was no better as Hector,
his friends or some of the other tennants I had been forced to pleasure
were always there, laughing at me.  No matter where I went, I was always
reminded of what had happened to me.

   Then, one night right before I was getting ready to close the store for
the night, my boss Mr.  Williams called and asked me if I would do him a
favor.  "Just go in my desk, grab the DVD marked 'fishing trip' and bring
it to my house", he said, "and hurry up." I got the disc, locked up the
store and hurried over to his house.  When I got there, he took the disc,
put it in his player and asked me to sit.  When he hit play, I was
horrified.  On the screen of his sixty inch TV set was a short video of me,
dressed in my miniskirt and tube top, on my knees, sucking the dick of a
teenage boy from the neighborhood.  Maria or Gina must have filmed it with
his phone for him.

   "So that's your thing, sissy boy?", he asked as he pulled a shopping bag
from behind the couch and threw it to me.  Inside was makeup, a leg razor,
Nair and some hair products.  "The boy with his tool in your mouth is my
fifteen year old nephew.  Now unless you want this video sent to the
police, I suggest you shower in the guest room upstairs, pretty yourself up
and get into the outfit I left on the bed for you." I was stunned so I
started to cry and begged him to let me leave.  "You're wasting time", he
replied coldly and pointed towards the stairs.  Unable to think of a way
out, I took the bag, went up the stairs, showered, shaved and Naired.

   After I dried off and did my hair and makeup, I found the clothes he
left for me and began to dress.  I started by putting on the pink strapless
bra with a little bow in the front followed by the matching panties.  There
was a hole cut out in the ass of the panties as well as the white pantyhose
I put on over them.  Over my lingerie I slipped on a light pink cocktail
dress.  The dress had a right shoulder strap and a loose skirt that hung a
couple of inches above my knees.  A pair of white heels completed the
outfit.

   "What the fuck's taking so long, sissy boy", Mr.  Williams yelled up the
stairs, "get your pansy ass down here, now." When I came down the stairs he
whistled and hooted at me like I was walking past a construction site.  He
was wearing a black silk bathrobe, black slippers, an evil smile and
nothing else.  Then he came over and stood behind me kissing my neck and
rubbing me all over, especially my thighs.  He must have liked the feel of
the pantyhose because I began to feel his stiffening cock against my ass.
"You know you want this", he whispered in my ear with breath that reeked of
liquor.

   "Please don't, Mr.  Williams", I pleaded and tried to pull away from
him. That angered him and he pushed me up against the wall and stood me
there with my hands on the wall like he was a police officer about to frisk
a suspect.  When I started to protest again he pulled a huge silk
handkerchief out of his pocket, wadded it up, stuck it in my mouth and held
it there with his left hand.  With his right hand he lifted the back of my
dress as he kicked my feet apart.  Then he spit into his hand, rubbed it on
his rigid cock, which he forced up my ass and began to fuck me, standing
against the wall.  Once he got a rhythm going, he reached around into my
panties and stroked my penis until I came a few minutes later.

   "I knew you wanted it, you little bitch", he huffed into my ear as he
continued to fuck away.  This was more humiliation than I could bear and I
screamed in anger and shame but the handkerchief muffled the sound.

   Finally, Mr.  Williams finished and pulled out of my ass.  He quickly
spun me around, held me against the wall by my neck with one hand and
grabbed my balls with the other.  "Okay sissy, here's the deal.  Anyboby
ever finds out about this, I'll snap your fucking neck, got it?" Unable to
speak with his handkerckief still stuffed in my mouth, I nodded.  "Good,
and when I tell you to get pretty and come over, you drop everything and
get your pansy ass here, got it?" Again I nodded.  Then he relaxed and let
go of my neck.  When he pulled his handkerchief out of my mouth, I asked if
I could leave.  "No problem sissy", he laughed and pushed me out the front
door still dressed in the cocktail dress and heels.

   "Please don't make me walk home like this", I pleaded to him through the
door, "can I at least have my clothes back?".  "No sissy, walk home like
that", I heard him say through the door.  "I need my keys to get into my
apartment, Mr.  Williams", I begged, "at least give me them and my wallet."
I stood there for a few minutes but heard nothing on the other side of the
door.  When I gave up and started to leave he opened the door and threw me
a small pink purse with my wallet and keys in it.  "Now get the fuck out of
here", he said as he shut and locked the door.

   I walked the three blocks to the apartment building as fast as I could
hoping to avoid seeing someone who might recognize me.  This was the first
time I had ever been outside in drag and I was terrified.  I didn't know
what would be worse, running into the police or someone who knew me.  I
found out.  As I turned the corner of my street, I ran into Hector and some
of the other tennants who were in the gang.  As soon as they realized it
was me, they surrounded me and began to paw at me.  I tried to walk past
them but Hector wouldn't let me.

   "You have to pay the 'faggot tax' if you want to walk around like that",
he said and grabbed my hands.  Before I could yell the other two grabbed
me, clamped a hand over my mouth and picked me up.  They carried me to the
side of the building and into an old delivery truck that didn't run.  There
one the other two pulled out a knife and held it by my face.  "Blow or
bleed, faggot?", he asked me.  At that point I stopped fighting, knelt down
and sucked all three of their cocks.  "That's more like it bitch", the
other one laughed, "you can go now." I got up and ran to my apartment
before they changed their minds.

   That night I realized that I had completely lost control of my life.  I
couldn't undo the past few weeks so the only way to regain control was to
move away and start over.  It was that simple.  I had no close friends or
relatives in the area, I lived an hour or more from all of them so I
wouldn't have to worry about suprise visits while I was dressed in drag. 
As for my job, I never really cared for it and now I hated it with a
passion so quitting was no problem.  I had enough money in the bank to hold
me over until I got myself a new job in another town.  For the first time
since all this started I slept a good sleep knowing that it would all be
behind me soon enough.

   The next day I woke up and began packing.  Once all my stuff was
consolidated and ready to go I went down to the U-haul and rented a small
truck.  When I got back I quickly began to load my furniture and then my
other belongings.  I was so scared of Hector or his friends finding out
that I moved like the wind on crank.  Luckily, nobody was around and I got
all my stuff into the truck without any problems.  I had just finished
packing the truck when I heard a woman's voice behind me.  "So you're just
moving out without saying anything to me about it?  I turned around and
standing there was Hector's mother Felina.

   Felina Lopez was an imposing woman.  Unlike Hector, she was statuesque
standing five foot eleven and built, looking like a cross between she-hulk
and an amazon warrior-princess.  I'd heard rumors over the years about her
occassionally beating the shit out of guys but dismissed it as them not
wanting to strike a woman.  But I still didn't want to upset her so I
simply said, "I got a better paying job but have to start in two days.  I
was going to stop in to see you after I finished packing up."

   "Well it looks like you're done packing, so come by my office and we'll
discuss your security deposit" ,she said as she turned and walked back to
the building.  I had forgotten about the five hundred dollar deposit I gave
her when I signed the lease.  It would definitely help me with the move so
I locked the back of the truck and went to her office.  It was a small room
with nothing in it but a desk with two chair in front of it and a small
file cabinet on the side.  I knocked on the door and Felina told me to come
in and sit as she took my file out and opened it.

   "I can't give your deposit back until I collect next month's rent from
the other tennants, sweetie" she said matter-of-factly.  "Can I mail it to
249 Pinetop Lane in Peterton like it says on your license?" I nodded and
told her that my parents still lived there so it would be no problem. 
"Okay then, just let me see you all dressed up and I'll get that out next
month", she said and I sat there stunned.  How much did she know?

   "Please don't make me dress up, Felina", I pleaded ,"you can keep the
money." "I can keep the money anyway, sweetie", she laughed and put some
pictures of me sucking dick on the desk, "now let's go to the truck and
pick out an outfit for you before I mail these to your parents." Something
in me said enough and I made my move.  I grabbed the file with my parents
address and ran for the door.

   She was a lot faster than she looked and before I could get the door
open she was on me.  I tried to push her off but she was too strong.  Then
I tried to hit her but she blocked my punch and countered with a left hook
to my liver which dropped me instantly.  She rolled me onto my stomach and
twisted my arm up behind my back.  I struggled to get away but she twisted
my arm harder with one hand.  With her other hand she pulled my head back
straining my neck until I cried from the pain and begged for mercy.

   "I'm gonna let you up now", she said calmly.  "When I do, we'll go get
something pretty for you to wear.  Otherwise I'm gonna fuck you up real bad
and still mail the pictures, okay?" "Yes ma'am", I replied softly and stood
as she let go of my arm and head.  After she let me have a minute to
compose myself we went to the truck and she picked out some clothes for me.
"Now let's get you pretty for our little party", she giggled and led me to
her apartment.

   After my usual ritual of showering and hair removal, she led me to her
bedroom and had me put on the outfit she picked.  A pair of white bikini
panties with little purple flowers and a purple bra to start followed by a
white short sleeved blouse, a short plaid green skirt and a matching tie.
Green kneesocks and saddle shoes completed the ensamble.  After Felina put
a little makeup and pink lipstick on me, she braided my hair into two
pigtails and had me look in the mirror.  I looked like a tall schoolgirl.

   She pulled a camera from her dresser and told me we were going to do a
little photo shoot.  After she shot some pictures of me in a variety of
poses, I asked if we were done but she just laughed at me.  "You'll know
when I'm done with you", she hissed and put the camera on her dresser.  I
wondered what was next when she reached into the drawer and pulled out a
pair of handcuffs.  She cuffed my hands in front of me, dragged me over to
her bed and attached the cuffs to the headboard.  Then she got some rope
and tied a length around one of my knees.  After passing it behind the
headboard, Felina tied the other end around my other knee so my legs were
open and up in the air.

   While I laid there squirming and trying to get loose Felina took off her
pants.  When she took off her black panties, she jammed them in my mouth
and tied a yellow silk scarf around my head to hold them in.  I tried to
spit them out but the scarf was too tight.  "That'll keep you quiet while I
get ready", she said and proceeded to set up video cameras on tripods on
each side of the bed.  Then she set up a third one at the end of the bed.

   Then she reached into the dresser drawer, pulled out a huge black
strapon dildo and put it on.  After starting the three cameras she turned
and smiled a cold smile.  I tried to yell but my mouth was packed tight so
I whimpered while she lubed the dildo and got on top of me.  Seconds later
she was inside me, fucking my ass like a man would and forcing me to make
eye contact with her.

   This was the first time I had to look anyone in the face when they raped
me and I felt more humiliation than all the other times combined.  Like Mr.
Williams, Felina masturbated me while she fucked me and when I came she
pulled her panties out of my mouth, wiped my jizz off of my stomach and
made me lick it off her palm.  Then she replaced the gag and continued to
fuck me.  Occassionally she would turn my head and force me to look into
one camera or another so whoever watched would be able to see my face
clearly.

   After an eternity of her ripping me in half, Felina got up and went to
the bathroom to shower.  When she finished she came out and began putting
on clean clothes.  I wondered when she planned on untying me.  After she
got dressed she opened her front door and yelled, "Julio, Jose get up
here." Moments later the two guys who made me blow them and Hector the
night before appeared at the door.  "Get this little bitch off my bed, tie
him up good and put him in the back of the U-haul outside", she ordered.

   "Yes Cat", Julio replied and motioned for Jose to follow him.  I knew
that the gang was headed by someone named Cat but never made the connection
until then.  A short while later, my wrists were tied behind my back and
rope was wrapped around my upper torso and waist to hold my arms still.  My
legs were tied at the ankles as well as above and below my knees and
Felina's panties were replaced with an orange ball gag, forced into my
mouth and buckled behind my head.  Then the guys carried me to the truck
and put me in the back.

   Later I heard the truck start and begin to move.  I struggled to get
free but to no avail.  After a couple of hours the truck stopped and I
heard them leave in another car honking as they pulled away.  I began to
wonder where I was when I heard familiar voices outside.  Seconds later the
door was opened and looking at me were my parents and younger brother,
Kyle. To make my nightmare worse, Kyle was holding the pictures Felina had
shown me before.  Having my family see me bound, gagged and dressed like a
Catholic schoolgirl after seeing pictures of me sucking cock was too much
and I sobbed uncontrollably.

   "This is what you do these days?", my father asked and took my mother
inside.  She tried to say something but couldn't so she just went with him.
Kyle untied me but wouldn't let me into the house.  "Just go you fucking
freak", he spat out and threw the U-haul keys and pictures at me, "and take
your gay porn with you!" I changed into my regular clothes, wiped off my
makeup and left knowing I'd probably never see them again.  My father was a
minister and was too old fashioned to forgive this sort of "perversion" and
my mother and brother were the same.

   I drove for a few hours and got a hotel room.  Two or three days later I
was looking at CD sites on my computer and came across some of the pictures
Felina had taken before she raped me.  The site said a video of me would be
available soon.  God, I hope nobody recognizes me wherever I end up.

   THE END???