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   CAUGHT BY HECTOR



   I guess it was my own fault, in a way.  I've been living in the same
apartment for almost seven years and had known Hector since he was nine
years old.  He was a rude little piece of shit back then, but since he was
my landlady's son I just put up with it.  Besides, a rude kid wasn't reason
enough to give up the apartment.  It's perfect for me.

   This would be a good time to tell you about myself.  I'm about five foot
nine and weigh one hundred and fortyfive pounds.  In addition to being
thin, I'm also fair skinned and not so hairy.  I have green eyes and long
brown hair that is one length and I wear in a pony tail that hangs down to
the middle of my back.  I work full time at a video store and I like to
crossdress.



   That's the reason I love the apartment.  In the living room one of the
walls is all mirrors and I love dressing up on Saturday nights (my night
off) and looking at myself for hours.  I keep an oversized black leather
chair and ottoman on that side of the room just to sit on and pose while
I'm dressed.  I love to pretend I'm a movie star or a model posing for a
magazine spread.



   As I was saying, I've lived here for six years and every year Hector
seemed to get a little worse.  At first he just said rude things or made
faces, but as he got older (and bigger) he got more agressive.  Sometimes
he would push me and run or throw things like snowballs or waterballoons at
me.  When I had enough I complained to his mother.  She dismissed it as
boys being boys and told me, if I wanted, she'd let me out of my lease. 
This isn't the biggest town and I couldn't find a place as nice for the
price so I just put up with Hector.



   As time went on and Hector got older his mother started having him
perform handyman duties at the apartments.  By the time he was sixteen
Hector wasn't quite as tall as me but was much stockier.  Maintaining the
place by himself for the most part gave him a great physique but left him
little time to bother me.  I still endured the occasional name calling or
dirty looks but the physical harrassment stopped.  Figuring he had simply
outgrown that sort of behavior I no longer worried about him.  That turned
out to be a costly mistake.



   It started when I was home alone, last month, getting ready for my
weekly crossdressing.  I started by showering and removing what little hair
there was below my eyelashes by shaving and Nair.  Once I was clean and
smooth, I used a curling iron to add a little bounce to my hair.  Then I
applied a little makeup to my cheeks, eyes and lips so my allready girlish
face looked even more feminine.  Deciding it was time to get dressed, I
started with my undergarments.  After slipping into a light blue thong, I
put on a matching bra complete with c-cup falsies and a pair of black thigh
high stockings.  I then paraded and posed in front of my mirrored wall for
a few moments before putting on the rest of my outfit.  A grey mid-thigh
skirt and white silk blouse along with a pair of black open toe shoes and
some jewelry and I was ready for the world.



   That's just a little joke.  While I looked comepletly feminine and
probably could pass myself off as a woman, I had no desire to test that
theory.  Dressing up and playing around in my house was one thing, risking
discovery by going out into the real world was another.  At thirty years
old, I'd been crossdressing since I was a teenager and for nearly twenty
years was content to stay in the closet.  For that reason I make sure the
door to my apartment is securely locked and chained before I change.



   Anyway, since I wasn't going anywhere and had no plans of seeing anyone
that night, I smoked an entire joint which is much more than I normally
smoke.  Higher than a kite and without a care in the world I put on some
music and danced in front of the mirrors, all the while flashing myself by
lifting my skirt or opening my blouse and jiggling my "tits".  I was
dancing for a while when the music suddenly cut off.  Thinking that the
disk had jammed or something I turned toward the stereo and to my horror
realized I wasn't alone.  Standing there was Hector and two other teenage
boys I didn't recognize.



   The first boy was much bigger than Hector.  He stood about six foot one
and looked like he weighed about two hundred and twenty pounds.  THe
smaller of the two was about my height but looked like he weighed about one
hundred and eighty pounds.  All three were wearing black jeans and white
t-shirts which seemed to be just tight enough to show how built they were.
I felt like a stick figure in comparison.

   "See guys, I told you he was a faggot."



   "What the hell are you doing here Hector?", I yelled hoping to
intimidate him and the other two latino boys, despite my appearance.



   "I'm glad you asked faggot.  I was in here fixing your hall light for my
mom a while back and I was curious so I looked around a little and found
your stash of faggot clothes.  After that I started spying on you.  Once I
figured out that you dressed up every Saturday I told my boys here about
you and we decided since you want to be a girl we should fuck you like one.
I figured we'd just let ourselves in..."



   "First of all I'm not gay, secondly who the fuck do you think you are
just coming in here?", I said trying to sound as fierce as I could.



   "First of all I'm not gay, secondly who the fuck do you think you are
just coming in here?", whined the bigger of the other two boys in a girlish
imitation of what I said.



   "This has gone far enough", I said, "just get the hell out of here."



   "Don't think so, faggot", the smaller of Hector's friends said, "in fact
I think we'll stay a while and prove you're a faggot."



   As he said this the three of them started to spread out and come at me
from different sides.  I thought I could handle the three of them, after
all they were kids, but I was stoned and wearing shoes with smooth bottoms.
I lunged at Hector only to have my feet slip out from under me which sent
me to my knees.  Kids or not, Hector and his friends knew how to scrap and
in a second "bigger" boy plowed his full body weight into my side and I
sprawled face first onto the floor.  Hector quickly sat on my back and
pulled my arms behind me while "smaller" boy pulled out a length of rope
and tightly tied my wrists together.  As they did that, "bigger" boy pulled
out a second length of rope and tied my ankles together.  Then the three of
them pulled me up and sat me on the ottoman rubbing my ass, thighs and
chest the whole time.

   I was terrified at this point and told Hector if they untied me and left
I wouldn't tell anyone what happened.  The smirk on his face told me that
it wasn't going to be that simple.  So I begged them to let me go before
things went too far but this only annoyed Hector, and he decided he had
heard enough.

   "Marco", he said to "bigger" boy, "shut this faggot the fuck up,
please?"

   "Happy to", Marco replied and proceeded to go behind me.

   I started to say something when I saw a flash of red pass by my eyes and
suddenly felt something pull into my mouth.  I looked at the mirror and
watched as he finished tying the ends of his bandana together behind my
head gagging me.  At this point panic really set in and I started to
struggle and mmph into the gag.  This angered "smaller" boy and he grabbed
me by my face and looked me in the eyes.

   "I fucking swear to God, I'll crack your skull if you don't stop that
shit, faggot."

   "You better do what he says faggot, Juan don't bullshit", Hector said as
he sat down on the ottoman and put his arm around me.  I tried to pull away
but he held me tight and put his other hand on my knee and ran it up my
thigh under my skirt and rubbed my upper thigh gently.

   "Now as I was saying before I was interupted, I figured we'd just let
ourselves in.  When I spied on you, I noticed you locked the front door and
put the chain on but you never secured the back door."

   The back door.  In my apartment there was a back door by the bathroom
that led to a tight dingy hallway with doors to the other apartments and
stairs to the basement.  They were all kept locked since the hallway was
only for emergency purposes and it was easier to enter and exit the
apartment from the front door which led directly outside.  There was a lock
on the door but no bolt or chain.  I didn't think to put additional
hardware it and Hector exploited my carelessness.

   "When you were at work I stopped by and oiled the lock and hinges so you
wouldn't hear us come in when the you had the music on.  And now we're
gonna have a little fun", he said and gave my balls a squeeze.  I doubled
over and he turned me over and pushed me down face first onto the ottoman.
I struggled to turn back over but Hector and Juan held me there and lifted
my skirt exposing my thong clad ass.

   "Marco, I think the faggot needs a little spanking."

   "Happy to Hector", Marco said and I watched over my shoulder in horror
as he removed his thick leather belt and walked towards me.

   While I do enjoy crossdressing I never considered myself a sissy but
after ten or eleven solid shots from his belt I started to cry into my gag.
This made my three captors laugh and mock me.

   "Jesus faggot, crying after a few licks, you'd never last a day in my
mom's house.  Right Hector?"

   "Got that right Juan.  Anyway, here's how it's gonna work faggot, we're
gonna untie you and you're gonna strip for us real nice or Marco'll beat
welts into your ass.  Got it?"

   Not wanting to piss them off, I nodded.  Marco stood over me with his
belt while Hector untied my wrists and Juan untied my ankles.  I rubbed the
spots where the ropes had been for a few seconds and went to remove my gag.
A swift blow on my back came from the belt.

   "Did anyone tell you to touch that faggot?", Marco growled as I shook my
head no.  "Then leave it the fuck alone."

   Juan went over to the stereo to put on some music while Hector and Marco
stood on both sides of me preventing me from running away.  When he found a
disc he liked Juan came back over and the three of them backed off but
blocked any way of me escaping.  I stood there for a few seconds but when
Marco started to raise the belt I began moving to the music.  I started by
removing one shoe then the other.  Then I twirled around and started
opening my blouse revealing my light blue bra.  I didn't take it off yet.
Instead I danced in front of each of them for a second or two and unzipped
my skirt.

   "That's it faggot nice and slow", Hector said as he rubbed himself a
little.

   I let the skirt drop to the floor and kicked it away.  Then I slowly
peeled off my blouse, shoulders first.  I let it slip slowly to my elbows
and then completely off me and onto the floor.  That left me in my bra,
thong and stockings.  I danced around for a few more seconds then reached
up took my gag off.  I twirled the bandana around for a few seconds and
then I threw it out the window.

   "Hector this has gone far enough", my voice trembled,"I did what you
wanted now please just take your friends and leave."

   "Nobody said you could speak faggot!", Juan yelled as he grabbed my neck
and pushed me against the wall.  The back of my head hit hard and I stood
there dazed for a moment.

   "Faggot here don't get it guys.  I guess we better tie him up again",
Hector said and picked up the ropes from the floor.  As he did that Juan
and Marco grabbed my arms and sat me down on the ottoman.  This time my
wrists were crossed and bound in front of me and Hector had them tie my
knees together and not my ankles.

   "I smelled weed when we came in faggot, where is it?", Marco asked me. I
told him and he disappeared into my bedroom returning a few seconds later
with my pot and papers in his hand.  I didn't like the look on his face. 
He sat next to me and squeezed one of my "breasts".  Then he threw the bag
and papers to Juan who sat at my kitchen table.  With both hands free, he
started rubbing my neck and ass a little.  I was terrified of him so I just
sat there and shuddered as he touched me.

   As Juan started rolling a fat joint he looked at me and remarked, "I
like your taste in smoke.  Hope you don't mind if I roll one up." When he
was done rolling, he lit it and the three of them sat on my couch on the
other side of my living room and smoked after warning me to sit still and
be quiet.  After it had gone around a few times, Juan came over to me and
told me to take a couple of hits.  Not wanting to upset him, I took a few
hits but instantly tasted something besides marijuana.

   "Figured a little smack would keep you calm faggot", Juan hissed.  "I
just put it in the end and saved that part for you.  It's gonna happen
whether you want it to or not, so my advice to you is to relax and let it.
Fighting it only makes it hurt worse."



   As I felt myself getting woozy from the heroin, I asked them again to
just untie me and leave before things got too out of hand.  Marco looked
over at Hector and said, "we should gag him, I'm tired of hearing him
whine."

   "Good luck finding your bandana in the dark, asshole", I mumbled,
"remember, I dropped it out the window before?" I smiled thinking I finally
got one on them, but Hector quickly proved me wrong.

   "Did you really think we only brought one bandana, faggot?", He laughed
as he pulled a huge black bandana out of his pocket, rolled it up and
pulled it between my teeth.  Again I looked in the mirror and watched
helplessly as I was gagged for the second time.

   "We also brought more rope", he said, standing up and tying one end
around my wrists and holding the other end like a leash, "but I think we
should move this to the bedroom." He pulled my leash and in my weakened
state I stood and followed him, shuffling along with my knees tied, into
the bedroom.

   My bedroom, like the living room, has a wall completely covered in
mirrors.  When we were all in there Hector grabbed me by my hair and made
me look at myself.  What I saw was a very girly boy, dressed in stockings,
panties and a bra, trussed up, gagged and powerless to do anything about
it. This realization humiliated me beyond belief and I started crying
again.

   "Don't cry faggot", Juan said stroking my hair softly.  "Wait til we
give you something to cry about", he joked and led me to the bed.  Then he
made me lie on my stomach and face the mirrored wall.  He pulled the rope
tied to my wrists over the side of the bed and tied the loose end to the
bedframe.

   "This way you can watch yourself like you always do faggot", Marco
chipped in.  He grabbed my legs and lifted me up while Hector put my
pillows under my abdomen, leaving my ass elevated when I was put back down.
They untied my knees and tied the rope to one ankle and tied it to the
bedframe.  Another length of rope tied to the bedframe and my other ankle
and I was tied down and spread open with my arms and legs hanging over
opposite sides of my bed.

   By this point I started yelling into my gag until Marco pulled my head
back by my hair and warned me to be quiet.  My yells were reduced to light
crying as Hector came up behind me with a jar of vasaline in his hand and a
sick smile on his face.  I struggled to get away as he pulled the back of
my thong aside exposing my asshole but the ropes held me tight.  "Trust me
faggot, you'll enjoy this a little more with some grease", he said as he
dipped two finger into the jar and then into my ass, spreading it all
around.  I looked into the mirror and saw him drop his pants and use the
rest of the vaseline on his fingers to lube up his hardening cock.  I felt
his penis head push up against my rectum then with a thrust he forced
himself inside me.

   I have never felt anything as painful as that in my entire life.  My
asshole felt like it was tearing, burning and being stabbed all at once.  I
tried to follow Juan's advice and just relax let it happen but it only
helped a little.  After an eternity of him pumping away, I felt something
warm gush into my ass and Hector pulled out and sat down on the bench at
the end of my bed for a minute.  After he caught his breath, He pulled his
pants back up and grinned at his friends.  "Holy shit, faggot here is
tighter than virgin pussy.  You guys gotta take a ride."

   Marco was next.  I watched in the mirror as he came up behind me and
dropped his pants.  Hector was a decent size but Marco was hung like a
rhino.  It looked about two inches longer and a lot fatter.  Again I
struggled to get free but to no avail.  I screamed into my gag as he
entered me.  Luckily he didn't have the stamina Hector had and was done a
few minutes later.  I still felt like he'd split me in half and layed there
quivering and whimpering into my gag when he finished fucking me.  He
pulled up his pants and high fived his friends.  "You're next Juan", he
said and smacked my ass as hard as he could.  "I hope I didn't stretch him
out too much for you."

   Juan got behind me to take his turn but seemed to be having problems.  I
hoped he felt bad and was going to spare me from being raped a third time.
The other two began to rib him about not being a man as I layed there
pleading with my eyes to be left alone.  Suddenly his eyes flickered a
little and a transformation took place.  Juan's face turned red and his
cock hardened as he took off his belt and whipped my back a few times.

   "I'll show you two assholes who isn't a man", he snarled as he forced
his cock into my ass.  He wasn't as long as Marco but he felt like he was
thicker.  Pumping away furiously, he whipped my back a few more times then
took his belt in both hands and choked me from behind with it.  As much as
my ass hurt I still felt like I was going to pass out and everything
started to go black.  Part of me was terrified but part of me was so beaten
at that point I almost welcomed death until I felt him ejaculate in my ass
and let go of the belt.  Air flooded my lungs and I realized that I wasn't
dead yet.

   Juan pulled out of me but hit me with his belt a couple more times for
good measure, I layed there bruised and sore with their sperm dripping out
of my ass.  I sobbed but the bandana muffled most of the sound.  I hoped
that they were done and would just leave me alone.  When they started to
untie me I thought that it was over but Hector told me otherwise.

   "Okay faggot go take a shower and get back here in two minutes or else",
he said so I went to the bathroom accompanied by Marco and showered to
avoid more punishment.  The hot water on my skin made me feel better and
cleaning out my ass made me feel human again.  When I was done he took me
back into the bedroom where Juan and Hector were waiting with another joint
of my pot.  Hector lit it while Juan gave me orders.

   "Make yourself pretty again before I whip your ass faggot", he said,
"and put on different cloths.  Hector says you got plenty of them." He was
right.  Years of crossdressing had allowed me to accumulate a lot of
women's clothing.

   With Juan right behind me to prevent me from running, I went to my
closet and picked out a new outfit.  Before dressing however, I went
through my normal ritual.  I started with my hair then added some makeup to
my eyes cheeks and lips.  As my three captors smoked the joint, I got
dressed.  I started with a grey thong and a beige strapless bra.  After
slipping in my falsies I put on a pair of tan thigh high stockings.  Then I
put on a red tube top and a blue denim mini skirt along with shoes and
jewelry.  As I stood there, the three of them finished the joint and stood
around me.

   "Looking good faggot", Hector laughed and motioned to Marco.  "You're
gonna be a big hit at the party."

   "What party Hector?", Marco asked as he pulled my hands behind me and
pinned my wrists together.  I was too tired, sore and scared to resist.

   "The party we're throwing tonight.  Right Juan?", Hector chided as he
tied my hands together and led me back into the living room.  Once we were
in there, Juan got a chair and sat me down on it.  A few minutes later my
ankles were retied and I waited to see what was going to happen next.

   "You can't have a party here Hector", I said.  "Your mother will hear
the noise."

   "Actually, I soundproofed the basement years ago so she won't hear
shit", Hector retorted and pulled out a white bandana.  I watched in the
mirror as I was gagged yet again.  "But we still have to get you down
there."

   "Don't worry I got it", Juan said and went to the bedroom.  He came out
with a large throw rug and spread it on the floor.  Then they picked me up
and layed me down on it.  Using the remaining rope he tied my knees
together then tied my arms to my body so I couldn't move them.  Then they
rolled me up in the carpet and carried me bound and gagged, out the back
door, down the stairs and into the basement.



   TO BE CONTINUED.....