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I do not own Daphne Blake or her friends. Some OCs included too. This will be Multi Part
'Kidnapped again. Why did it always happen to me,' she thought to herself. 'Seems like just about every case we take these days I end up playing the damsel in distress.'

After solving hundreds of mysteries with her friends, and all before they had even graduated from high school, one would thing that Daphne would have learned a thing or two about how to avoid being kidnapped. Sure, she had decided to take self defense classes, and she was quite good at defending herself, if her attackers tried to take her from the front. Generally, they always seemed to somehow sneak up behind her.

It's also not like they were exactly the same. If they had been, she knew she could have stopped a majority of them from happening. Maybe she needed to let one of her friends tie a rope to her waist or wrist or something when they were solving a mystery.

Anyway, so they all were different in some way. Take this one for example. It happened in a shoe store, one she visited almost every week and bought something almost as often. She was investigating the back aisle while Fred and Velma were in another part of the store, and then someone grabbed her from behind, pulling her through a rack of shoes. She saw the rack close back up and then the wall slid down enveloping her and her assailant in darkness.

This situation shouldn't have presented much of a problem though. She had trained for something like this. It was when a shoe, a womens ballet flat, had been pressed over her mouth and then cloth wrapped around her head and the shoe, trapping her chin where a person's heel would normally have gone and mashing her lips and nose into the insole, that things had gone wrong. It had that new shoe smell, so she didn't think it had been used yet, but who put shoes on other people's faces anyway? Jeepers!

While Daphne was busy trying to remove the shoe from her face, her attacker was joined by a friend who held Daphne's arms down at her side by wrapping his arms around her middle. The first man then began wrapping her legs, trapping them together. He wrapped her calves and then her thighs. He then wrapped her hands and hips together while his friend shifted so he could wrap her arms next. Soon her forearms had been wrapped with her waist and her biceps with her chest. Daphne struggled to free herself, making muffled pleas from behind the shoe.

Now that Daphne could only hop around in the dark, one of the men picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder. She really hated it when they did that. For one thing, it was demeaning. For another, it made her butt an easy target, and there was very little she could do to protect herself. At least this time, neither of the men tried to take advantage of her. The man carrying her dropped her into a small box with cushions in it, and then she felt shoes being piled in with her before the box lid was lowered and nailed shut.

Okay... So they probably weren't just trying to get her out of the way. That meant they were trying to distract her and her friends. If her friends were busy trying to find her, they couldn't focus on the case. The problem was usually that the bad guys took her right to where she and her friends needed to be to break the case or at least move it further along. Though she was stuck, she wasn't terribly worried. She just had to wait for her friends to rescue her now.

Daphne felt the box being lifted into the back of a box truck, and then she felt the vibration of the engine as the truck started up. Though she was well cushioned in the box, between the padding and the loose shoes all around her, she still felt the jolt as the truck began to move forward.

It wouldn't do her any good to well at this point. The truck's engine was too loud, so there was very little chance anyone would hear her over it. She also couldn't move enough to turn around so she could try to kick the lid off.

The truck drove through the city for about an hour before it stopped and Daphne's box was unloaded to another box truck which also drove around the city for another hour. They did this to her four more times, she thought, before whatever vehicle she was in now picked up speed considerably and stopped making so many turns. It was very dull in the box, and it was difficult to keep her mind from wandering. Eventually, she even fell asleep.

When Daphne finally woke up, she didn't feel the box vibrating anymore. There was also no light at all getting to her. She started struggling and screaming . Daphne was able to keep it going for about 10 minutes before she gave up. She ended up going back to sleep, secure in the knowledge that her friends were looking for her. They hadn't let her down yet, and there was no reason that they would this time. She felt sure she would wake up to them breaking the box open.

Daphne awoke to the sound of splintering wood. The box was being opened! Her friends had found her!

When the lid finally opened and the shoes on top of her were cleared away, she saw that it wasn't one of her friends. It was a man a few years older than her. He was rather handsome and looked well built from what she could see. He also looked surprised to see her.

"Well, gosh," he said, scratching his head in confusion. "You're not a shoe, are you?"

"No shur," she said, shaking her head.

"What's that?" he asked. "I had a little trouble hearing you there."

Daphne tried to shift around in the box so she could get a little closer to the stranger. He picked up the shipping receipt that had been stapled to the box.

"Huh," he said. "Says here 150 womens shoes, size 6. That's my order, alright." He peered in the box again, looking like he was counting. "148. The pair on your feet make 148, and the one on your face makes 149 and a half, so I guess that makes you 150. Guess you are a shoe after all. How 'bout that?"

What? She looked around at all the shoes around her. Sure enough, they were all womens shoes, though she couldn't be certain of their sizes. Size 6 was her size though, so it made sense for her own shoes to be part of the count. She was not a shoe though. He could see that, right? She was a human girl, not a shoe.

"Now let's see, what's your name?" he said, looking at the receipt again.

"Daphne Blake," she said. It was really uncomfortable trying to speak with a shoe tied to your face.

"Daphne Blake?" he said. She nodded. "No, that's what those are there on your feet, and you're clearly not one of them. The one on your face is an Ollio, so that must be what you are."

An Ollio? She was wearing an Ollio?

"Now, you're probably wondering what I would need with 150 size 6 womens shoes. They're for my sister, but I get to keep any back that I choose, for whatever reason I want. Buying in bulk makes the individual price go down, so I spent about $30 on each pair even though some would have been a bit more if I bought them by themselves."

Jeepers! He thinks he bought me for $30? There's definitely something wrong with this guy.

"Now, what do you say we get you out of there, Ollio?"

"Yesh, pleash," she said. "And my namesh not Ollio, itsh Daphne."

"Well, we'll see about that. All shoes have a manufacturer's mark on them. We'll just have to see what yours says."

The man took hold of her and hauled her out of the box. He set her down on her feet. With her limbs still tightly wrapped to her body, all she could do was stand there and look around. Her vision was somewhat impaired by the toe of the shoe on her face still, but she could still see around it.

Pulling her out revealed to the man that she was a red head, standing about 5'6". She wore a dark purple long sleeve dress with lighter purple trim on top of pink pantyhose. She had accessorized with a green scarf tied around her neck and a light purple headband in her hair. The shoes she'd chosen were another pair of purple flats with a bow on the toe.

Being trapped in the box of shoes and trying to move about in it had left her a bit disheveled. The headband had come loose and would have fallen out if not for the cloth wrapped around her face and the shoe. Her dress was a little rumpled, but it was otherwise fine. Her pantyhose were a wreck though. They had long runs and tears in them. She had obviously managed go keep her shoes on though, and they looked to be fine.

"Well, you still don't look like a shoe, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of a doubt on this one."

She was getting angry with him now. "I am not a shoe!" she said, bouncing in her fury. "I'm a girl! Now, can you please untie me?"

He picked her up, putting her over his shoulder. Jeepers.

She saw that he was carrying her inside the house from the garage where she'd apparently spent the night. They entered the house through the kitchen and then went into a hall. He carried her up a flight up stairs. Down another hall and he finally put her back down. She landed on her butt on a large bed.

"You are certainly a strangely shaped shoe," he said, "but let's get you unwrapped so we can get a better look at you."

She huffed into the shoe on her face. At least he was saying he would untie her. She would deal with getting him straight on her identity later.

The man was very careful as he freed one of her arms. Whatever the men back at the mall had used to bind it, it was very sticky. Even after cutting through the stuff on one side, her other arm was still trapped down at her side. With one arm now free, the man pulled her back a bit farther on the bed, and then he wrapped her wrist in a padded leather cuff. She saw too late what he was doing.

"Hey!" she shouted. "Whatsh the meaning of thish?"

"Well, you're a very active and mobile shoe, and I don't want you getting away. I paid good money for you. Besides, if I can't examine you, how will we ever know for sure what your brand is?"

"I'll tell you! I'm not a shoe! I'm a girl! Now let me go!"

He ignored her. He freed her other arm and then fastened that wrist to the opposite corner of the bed via another padded cuff. She fought against him, trying to resist, but he had the upper hand still.

He now re-positioned her on the bed, pulling her feet towards the foot of the bed, and then he set to work removing the bindings on her legs. He straddled her body, sitting practically on her stomach as he worked on the bindings kn her thighs, and then he slid down her body and legs as he worked until her ankles were free. Then, he reached for and found another padded cuff attached to the corner of the bed and wrapped it around one ankle and another to her other ankle.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, lying in a loose spread-eagle on the bed. The cords attaching the cuffs to the four corners of the bed had not been pulled taut, but they were not slack enough to allow her to sit up or bring her hands or feet together.

The man had retrieved something from the bedside table. She didn't see what it was. He now climbed back on top of her, straddling her stomach again as he began working on removing the shoe stuck to her face. This was at least partly what she wanted, so she stopped struggling for the moment.

The shoe finally came off. She could breathe fresh air again, not air that had been filtered through a shoe.

"Thank you," she said. She had to will herself to be calm. Getting angry or worked up wouldn't help the situation at all. "Look, I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding. If you just untie me and let me use your phone, I'll call someone to come get me."

"Then where does that leave me?" he asked. "Then I'm out $30 and I have to explain to my sister why she has to settle for only wearing one shoe. Now open wide so I can check under your tongue."

Daphne rolled her eyes but opened her mouth wide for him. He leaned in, peering inside her mouth, and then he suddenly slipped something between her teeth! It pushed her mouth open even further, and now she couldn't close her mouth anymore. He pulled a pair of straps attached to either side of the thing around the sides of her head. She couldn't fight him as he buckled the straps together.

What had just happened and what is this thing? How could she have been so stupid? Now she couldn't close her mouth. With it stuck open like this, she couldn't talk anymore either.

Apparently, he wasn't done. He had a pair of rubber coated pliers in his hand now. She could barely see them out of the bottom of her eyes. He was still peering into her mouth. Putting one hand under her chin to hold her face still, she watched in wide-eyed horror as he stuck the pliers in her mouth. She screamed when they closed around her tongue and began drawing it back out.

"Now, now, Ollio, is that really necessary? Your tongue just seems really loose, like it's not attached securely or something. I've got just the thing, and then I can check it for your brand."

Daphne felt like her tongue would be pulled from her mouth. She kept her head still, not wanting to rip it out herself. When he'd pulled it out as far as it would go, she felt something else close around it. The pliers were then removed, but she couldn't draw her tongue back in her mouth more than just a little bit. At least it didn't feel like it would be ripped out anymore.

"Hmmm," he said. "I don't see any markings. How odd."

He got off her, and she turned her head to look at him. She wanted to plead with him to release her tongue from its trap, but there was no way she could talk like this. She could only hope he would take pity on her.

"You know, I don't think you look like an Ollio at all. There must have been some kind of mix up back at the store. You do look familiar though."

She watched him, tears creeping out the corners of her eyes now. Suddenly he snapped his fingers and left the room. He returned a moment later with a pair of purple pumps in his hands. One had a broken heel.

"My sister was wearing these yesterday and nearly broke her ankle when the heel snapped off as she was coming in from the garage. That was of course after she'd worn them all day in her office." He held the one that hadn't broke on the palm of his hand to show it to her. "What do you think? Did we find a match?"

The shoe was a dark purple to match the color of her dress. It had a very high heel, higher than she had ever worn. Generally, she wore either flats or something with a heel of only 2 inches at most. Often, if it had a heel, it was a wedge. This shoe, in fact, had a 5.5" heel with a 1" platform.

"Uuuuhnn," she said. "Uuuhhhnnn!"

He got back on the bed and straddled her again. She felt him wrap something around the back of her head. Then he put the shoe over her mouth and nose with the rounded toe under her chin. He made sure to open the sides of the pump to accommodate her face as much as possible. A strap was then pulled tight around the sole and her head. The stiff quarter on the back of the shoe ended up pressed to the middle of her forehead.

He'd strapped a new shoe to her face, and this one had been worn, supposedly all day. She could taste salty sweat on her tongue which she couldn't pull back into her mouth. Her tongue was stuck, pressed against the insole of the shoe. She was forced to smell the other woman's foot, unable to shake the shoe free. The smell and taste of the unknown sister's foot made Daphne's eyes water.

"Yes, I think we found a match," he said. "Turns out you were right, you're not an Ollio. You're a Just Fab Shayla. You don't mind if I just call you Shayla though, do you?"

"Uuuhn!" she whined. She tried to shake the shoe off her face, desperately needing fresh, clean air. Air smelling and tasting horribly like sweaty foot was all she could get though. The shoe was stuck. She started struggling again against the cuffs.

The man approached her with more padded cuffs. He took one and wrapped it around her right bicep, just above her elbow, and then she felt him wrap another cuff around her right thigh, just above her knee. She felt her elbow and knee being drawn closer together as he tightened the cord connecting the two cuffs. She didn't like the way it pulled her legs farther open. He repeated the binding in her left arm and leg. With this done, he took up the remaining slack in the cords on her ankles and wrists.

"There you are," he said. "Now let's get the rest of these wrappings off so we can see if you really are a Shayla."

Daphne, unable to defend herself at all now, was forced to watch and endure as he began removing her clothes.

Daphne froze on the bed, looking up at him as he knelt beside her. She trembled in fits as he brandished sharp looking box cutter. He first untied her scarf and then he used the box cutter to remove her dress. He cut around her sleeves, leaving them intact for now. With the dress slit down the middle and the sleeves cut off, he pulled the dress off of her.

He gazed down at her beautiful body. Her breasts lay trapped behind her pink bra. Her pantyhose, ripped in places on her legs, covered her belly button, hips, legs, and feet. They colored her skin pink, making it appear smooth beneath them. He could see her panties through the hose.

The man moved between her legs now, making the bed shift beneath him. She tracked him, trying to keep him and his hands in sight. He saw tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, making tracks to her ears with her mascara. She tried to look down her body at him, but if she looked too far down, the toe of the shoe pressed uncomfortably on her throat.

He hooked his fingers in the hem of her pantyhose. She shook her head, but he ignored her. He pulled her hose down, off her butt and hips, and then he used his box cutter to separate them into a right and left piece. He then rolled them down her legs, separately and pulled them and her shoes off her feet.

Now he used the box cutter to cut through the material between the two cups of her bra and then through the shoulder straps. Her breasts jiggled slightly as he separated the cups, releasing the tension between them. He then pulled her bra completely off her, revealing her pert young breasts. Her nipples quickly became erect in the cool air in the room. They were soon pointing straight up at the ceiling. Daphne moaned, wanting to cover her chest.

Finally, he pulled the sides of her pink panties out from her sides. The box cutter came back out and he slit through them. In a moment, he had pulled them out from under her, leaving her naked on the bed but for the borrowed shoe stuck to her face. She moaned and writhed uncomfortably on the bed, hoping he would take pity on her.

Jeepers! What happened? How did things come to this? Most importantly, where are my friends and when will they get here?

She could only stare up at the stranger as he looked down on her naked body. He saw the way her breasts jiggled on her chest as she trembled. He saw the way her downy red pubic hair seemed almost to vibrate with her shaking.

"Hmmm," he said. "You know, I have just the thing. I'll be right back."

Again he left the room. She began struggling in earnest, grunting with effort as she tried harder than before to get free. When he returned a couple of minutes later, she slumped her head back on the pillow behind her head.

He had another pair of shoes in his hand. This pair were purple Mary Jane pumps. They had a high heel, about as high as the shoe on her face, and they had three ankle straps.

As he tried to put one of the shoes on her foot, she kicked, trying to free her foot. He held her ankle more tightly and soon had her foot in the new shoe. He then got the other shoe on her other foot.

Daphne didn't like the way the shoes held her feet and toes in awkward positions. They felt soft, and she wondered if she could maybe get used to them. They were cute. She didn't want them from him though.

"There we go," he said. "Sometimes a new pair of shoes just need an additional decoration."

Daphne glared at him. She was not a shoe. She didn't care how often he said it, it wasn't true.

"One last thing," he said. Again he disappeared, but this time it was through another door. When he reappeared a moment later, she saw that he had a towel, wash cloth, a cup, shaving cream, and a razor in his hand. He climbed on the bed, placing the shaving cream, razor, and wash cloth on her bare tummy. The towel was pushed under her hips, and then he held the cup between his legs.

"Now, you'll want to remain as still as you can. I would hate to ruin a new shoe by cutting it."

Daphne knew what he was about to do. Though she really didn't want it done, she also knew she didn't want to get cut. She'd cut herself plenty of times while shaving to know how painful and annoying it could be.

The shaving cream was cold and she shivered involuntarily as he rubbed it into a lather between her legs. He waited for her shaking to stop, and then he pulled the razor through the lathered cream, scraping it away. He repeated the scraping until all the cream had been removed. As he worked, he was very careful, working around the folds of her womanhood. Soon, he took the wash cloth and wiped the remaining cream away. He peered closely at her and decided he was satisfied.

Daphne did not like this. He was shaving her. Only women of questionable repute shaved themselves down there. She took pride in her own purity. It was bad enough that he was touching her down there. Why did he have to do this to her?

"There," he said, getting up from the bed and taking the towel and shaving supplies back to the bathroom.

When he returned, he pulled off his shoes and socks and then joined her on the bed again, sitting between her legs. "You are a very strange shoe," he said. "I've seen some weird ones before but none like you. Now, let's see if we can find where one would put their foot, shall we? I mean, we gotta know how you're supposed to be worn, right?"

He began touching her with his bare feet, putting them all over on her body. He put them on her legs and tried to put each of his toes on one foot in her belly button. He then sat again on her stomach and put one foot on her chest, between her breasts. He tried mashing them together around his foot, using her nipples to hold her breasts together. He then tried putting both feet on her breasts. It was her face next, putting his toes in her eyes and ears. Finally, she decided, it was a good thing she had the shoe covering her mouth and nose. He, no doubt, would have tried to put his foot in both places if he could.

"Huh," he said, climbing off her.

She groaned in relief. All through his attempts to stick his feet where they clearly didn't belong, she squirmed and writhed on the bed. It was already hard for her to breath with the smelly used shoe on her face, and it got even harder with him sitting on her stomach.

Please let him be done! I just want to go home. Where are my friends?

"Huh," he said again, looking at her and scratching his chin. "Well, there's one other place we can try. I guess it makes sense. I mean, a shoe as big as you are would definitely need laces to keep you on ones foot."

What was he talking about? Oh, jeepers, he's getting back on the bed.

He climbed back on between her legs. He surprised her then by trying to stick his feet between her legs. Whether he would pick her butt hole or her vagina seemed unclear as he tried both of them. Daphne squealed and fought hard to get away. Her bonds held her tight though and she had very limited room for movement. She writhed, twisting and turning her hips as much as her bondage would allow in an effort to escape his probing toes.

"Well, it doesn't fit," he said.

She breathed a sigh of relief again.

"But I think it can be stretched."

What?

"And, I guess I am forgetting that you're only a size 6, so I doubt I'll ever be able to wear you. My sister, on the other hand... Anyway, I think even for you, you'll need to be stretched just a bit, and I have just the thing."

Jeepers! What was he talking about? Was he crazy or something? He could see that she wasn't really a shoe, couldn't he? He didn't really expect anyone to be able to wear her on their foot, did he?

"We need to stretch you out if we're ever going to find out if you make a good shoe or not," he said, starting to unbuckle his belt. "I've got just the tool to do it too."

Now he was undoing his pants and pulling them down. Daphne's eyes went wide in horror. She knew now what he meant to do, but she had no desire for it.

Jeepers! Where are you? Now would be a good time to rescue me!

With his pants down around his knees, he pulled down his boxers, revealing a large penis to her terrified eyes. No! He couldn't mean to put that inside her! It was too big! Besides, she was still a virgin!

Seeing the look in her eyes, he said, "Ah, now don't you fret, Shayla. A good stretching's just what you need. You'll feel better for it too. Shoes were made to be stretched a little, so you needn't worry about this hurting."

Her eyes followed him as he reached across her to the draw in the bedside table and reached inside it. His penis was mere inches from her naked flesh, and she didn't want it any closer. He then found what he wanted and sat back down between her legs. She let out a warm breath she hadn't been conscious she was holding.

Daphne watched him closely to see exactly what he was doing. He had a bottle of some kind filled with a clear liquid. He squirted some on his fingers, and then he reached forward to touch her vagina. Daphne tried her best to pull away from him, but there was only so far that she could go which wasn't far at all. His hand contacted her warm, smooth flesh, and she felt him wipe the stuff from his fingers on her skin. He then withdrew his hand and squirted more of the stuff on his fingers.

Whatever the stuff was, it felt slick. His fingers slid much too easily down her labia. It also felt like her labia were getting warmer instead of colder from having liquid there in a cool room. His fingers returned to her vagina, and he wiped more of the stuff on her. He then began gently rubbing it on her. He began rubbing it into her skin.

"You're probably wondering what I'm doing, aren't you, Shayla?" he said, making small-talk. "No need to worry. I wasn't entirely truthful when I said it wouldn't hurt. See, you have to treat the shoe nice to stop it from cracking. This'll help it."

She moaned involuntarily. It felt good what he was doing. She wanted it to stop, and she couldn't stop watching even though the toe of the shoe was pressing into her neck. Daphne wanted it to stop.

Her skin was heating up. His fingers felt cool by comparison, and she tried to press her burning skin against his cool skin. It was a small gesture, and she stopped as soon as she realized what she was doing.

The tip of one of his fingers dipped between her labia, probing inside her. He watched as her breathing picked up. "We've got to lube up the upper so we can stretch the throat a little," he explained.

Daphne shook her head. She didn't want to be stretched. His fingers felt so good though. Why did it have to feel so good? And where were her friends?

Now the finger was joined by another. Her breath caught in her throat as he began rotating the two digits, only up to the first knuckle, inside her vagina. All she could think was, 'Please stop. Jeepers, please stop. Stop, please stop.'

He didn't stop. In fact, a third finger joined the two. He kept rotating them. It felt so good. Please, he needed to stop what he was doing. Then he pulled out.

"Okay, time for the stretcher," he said, scooting up closer to her. He leaned over her, placing his hands on either side of her head.

Daphne felt the head of his penis touch against her labia, and then she felt it part them. She froze, afraid that any movement on her part would drive him in deeper and she wanted to prevent that as long as possible. The burning in her womanhood was incredible, and his penis felt cool like his fingers had. It took everything she had not to move.

'Please, please, please, please please,' she kept saying over and over in her head. If her friends were going to rescue her, they needed to get there right now.

The stretching between her legs was a whole new sensation. Her muscles had never done this before, so she didn't know how to deal with it. Waiting seemed to help her body acclimate to what was being done to it. He let his weight down on her a little at a time, spreading her labia by millimeters. Soon her labia didn't need to spread any further, her vagina just needed to stretch deeper now. Problem was that if it stretched, her virginity would be torn away. Torn away by a man that thought she was a shoe while she tasted and breathed some woman's sweaty foot.

NO! It couldn't happen like this! She was saving herself! She and Freddy were supposed to graduate, date, get married, and then she would give herself to him. This wasn't the plan! It wasn't supposed to happen this way!

He slid his penis in deeper and she felt herself stretching. Then she stretched too much and she felt something tear. It was a sharp pain, kind of a burning feeling like a urinary tract infection. She shook her head, trying to deny what had just happened, but it was now too late. He had pushed too deep and now she wasn't a virgin anymore.

Her parents had been right. She should have quit the mystery business before one of her captors did something series, something irreversible. Now it had happened. There was no going back to the way things were.

Now he slid in all the way. Because he had played with her and the heating effect of his lubricant, her body started producing its own lubricant, and now he had hit it. He was all the way inside her now, and he let his full weight rest on top of her. She tried to wriggle out from under him, but he had her pinned. She felt like she was a bug and he'd just pinned her to his wall.

No! Please get out! Stop, please!

She shook her head, but then he hugged her, using his elbows, pressing down on her shoulders, he had her good and stuck. He started kissing her face, her cheeks, her ears, and even her eyes. Whatever she presented to him, he kissed.

He then began grinding his hips against hers. His pubic hair scraped along her labia and even found her clitoris. She tried to pull back from him, but she couldn't move under him.

Daphne felt him start pulling back out, and she felt her tight vagina grip him. Though it was lubricated, it felt almost like he was pulling her inside out a little at a time, and she arched her back against him to try and push her hips deeper into the bed. It made him pull out a little faster, but then he stopped. He now started going back in, but he didn't go all the way, maybe only a third to halfway. It was hard to judge. The full length felt so huge down there, like a baseball bat. This was somehow more bearable.

He kept kissing her, and he kept only going in a little bit and then pulling almost all the way out. Then he suddenly drove himself all the way in again and started grinding his hips. It knocked the breath out of her, and she had to gulp in huge mouthfuls of tainted sweaty foot air before her diaphragm would work correctly again.

He pulled almost all the way out again and only went shallowly into her. It didn't feel quite so much like he was pulling her inside out this time, but she felt her entire vagina getting feverishly warm now as her heart sent more and more blood down there. He stayed shallow for a couple of minutes this time before he went all the way in again.

She realized that he was establishing a pattern. He would go into her as deep as he could and stimulate her by pushing his hips against hers and rubbing his pubic hair on her labia and clitoris. The grinding also caused the angle of penetration to shift around which was at first extremely uncomfortable but was starting to feel good as he did it more and more.

He was pulling out again. This time, he also lifted his chest up off of her and she watched as he put on of his big hands on her chest. She tried to throw it off, but she couldn't move very far. As he started moving inside her, shallowly again, he began gently but firmly mashing her breast, gripping her nipple between two of his fingers.

Daphne closed her eyes, trying to block him out, but then her eyes shot back open when she felt his mouth close over her other nipple. 'No! No, don't do that!' she thought, groaning behind the shoe. 'That's not for you! That's for babies! Oh! Stop it, please!'

It all felt so good, even as he went all the way back into her, he kept playing with her breast with the one hand. He wasn't flexible enough to keep his mouth on her other nipple though. Instead, she felt him kissing her neck.

He suddenly plunged all the way back into her after having pulled most of the way out again, and then he hugged her really tight, almost crushing her between his hips and his arms as he squeezed her hard. Then she felt his penis throbbing inside her, and he was grinding his hips again, trying to push as deep into her as he possibly could. She knew what was happening, and she wanted to cry, but it all felt so incredible, so amazing.

It felt like her body was on fire, like all of her muscles were singing. Part of her wanted this to last as long as possible, but a much larger part knew that this was wrong. It hadn't happened anything like she'd planned. It was with the wrong guy, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

When he finally finished his climax, he slumped on top of her, exhausted. It pushed her deeper into the soft bed, and all she could do was lie there beneath him and wait. She again felt like a bug with his penis pinning her to the bed.

He pulled out of her and sat up after about a minute. Now she felt empty. After the fullness of having him in there, this was unexpected, and she felt a sense of loss. She didn't want to admit it, but she almost wanted him back in there. She had to take deep breaths and push that thought out of her mind.

"That was good," he said, " real good. I think you could make a great shoe yet. I think I need to take you into the bathroom to get you cleaned up a bit though. I think I went a little too far with the lubricant at the end there. No need to worry though, you can't make baby shoes from a little lubricant."

'What is he saying? Pregnant? Oh great. That's just what I need. Not even out of high school and pregnant already. And why won't he quit it with this talk of me being a shoe! I'm a woman!'

He started untying her, but her was careful to do her arms first and make her sit up. He then brought her arms together behind her back, joining her elbows painfully together before he used a cuff around both at the same time. He then joined her wrists in similar fashion.

The bondage forced her shoulders back and her chest out. It made her breasts stick out more prominently, and she couldn't pull them back. As she sat on the bed, her legs still spread wide, she felt thick stuff leaking out of her vagina almost like she was trying to pee jelly. She couldn't tell if anything had actually emerged yet, she felt it sliding along her entire length.

Now he was unbinding her ankles. It would be awkward trying to walk in the strange heels. When she was finally able to close her legs, it felt awkward doing so. He helped her off the bed, avoiding her foot when she tried to kick him, and then he helped her stand. She looked back at the bed and saw a wet spot in about the place she'd been sitting.

Now she could feel it on her thighs. It felt sticky. Staying on her toes, she took quick steps to the bathroom, and he stayed right beside her. He helped her sit on the toilet, and then he grabbed first one ankle and then the other and joined them together with a new set of cuffs around the back of the toilet.

"Uuuhnnn!" she said, glaring at him.

"It's fine," he said. "You just sit right there and let that extra lubricant drain out of your throat there. I've got a few things to prepare real quick and then we can resume getting you stretched. You do want to be a good shoe now, don't you?"

More stretching? Jeepers! Wasn't it enough that he had already raped her once? Did he have to do it again?

As he left, closing the door behind him, she had no choice but to sit there while his sperm continued to leak slowly out of her.

*****

She heard voices outside the bathroom. One of them was definitely his, and the other belonged to a woman. It didn't sound like anyone she knew, so it wasn't her friends rescuing her. All she could do was hope this woman would take pity on her and set him straight.

The door opened and in walked her rapist and his twin sister. She was shorter than he was, probably very close in height to Daphne, and she had long blond hair. She wore a business suit and had already taken off her shoes.

"Oh my," said the woman. "Is this the new shoe? How much did you say you paid for her?"

"Well, it averaged out to being only $30."

"Right," she said. "That's a pretty good deal. I think you're right though that she looks more like a Shayla than an Ollio."

Oh no, not her too! What was wrong with these people?

"Why don't you get her back in your room while I get changed," said the sister. "We can then try her on and see if she fits. Maybe I won't have to buy a replacement for the one that broke."

She can't be serious! She was actually going to try to wear her like a shoe? Jeepers! That sounded painful!

The man approached her again while the woman left. He knelt in front of her, and she groaned at him. She wanted to plead with him to let her go, but she couldn't get a word out. Then he picked up a wash cloth and wiped it between her legs, rubbing it against her labia. When he withdrew it, her vagina felt cold.

The man undid the cuffs on her ankles, and then he helped her get to her feet. The path was clear between her and the door. She didn't know if she would have another opportunity like this one to try and run, so she took it. The hard soles of her shoes made a lot of noise as she ran across the wood floor. She was only halfway across his bedroom when his sister appeared in the doorway, blocking her exit.

The woman had changed into a t-shirt and very short skirt. Daphne backed away from her, and then he grabbed her from behind. He picked her up easily and carried her to the rug at the foot of the bed. He knelt behind her and freed her elbows, but it was only to put the cuffs on both wrists. He then pulled her down to lie on her back with her arms above her head. He locked the cord joining her wrists around the leg of a sturdy desk.

The woman then joined him. She took the cuffs that had locked her ankles to the foot of the bed during her rape, and she reattached them. She then pulled the slack out, stretching Daphne's legs into a wide V. The woman then positioned herself between the bed and Daphne's butt.

"You said you'd already stretched the throat a little, right?" asked the woman. "I think I'm going to need some lube still. Did you bring my shoehorn?"

Daphne looked on in wide-eyed horror as it became clear that this strange woman would indeed try to stick her foot in her vagina. She looked down her body, trying to see the woman's foot, but the toe of the shoe kept digging into her throat. She just hoped the woman had small feet. If the size of the shoes she had been packaged with was any indication though, the woman had the same size of foot as she did. She couldn't imagine trying to stick her own foot in her own vagina though.

The woman had rubbed lubricant on her foot and was now rubbing it on Daphne's vagina, stimulating her labia and clitoris. Daphne moaned, shaking her head. She really didn't want them to go through with this, but it appeared that was exactly what they intended to do.

"Thank you," she said, accepting the shoe horn from her brother. It was attached to a long handle so one wouldn't have to bend down quite as much as they were trying to get their foot in a stubborn shoe. "Hey, why don't you..."

Daphne couldn't hear the last part since they were now whispering. She knew it had to be something about her, but she had no idea what it could be. She only hoped it wouldn't prove to be too horrible. The day was already going horribly enough without anything new.

The woman kept up rubbing her foot on Daphne's vagina and had started dipping her big toe between her labia on every couple of passes. She felt her groin warming up again just as it had prior to being raped. Daphne couldn't concentrate sufficiently on anything but the warmth and stimulation of her vagina, so she was surprised when the man came back through the door. She hadn't even realized he'd left.

The man joined her at her head, and he got between her arms, holding her head in his crossed legs. His sister kept rubbing her foot on Daphne's vagina, only stopping to squirt more lubricant on her foot. He freed one hand from its cuff, and she tried to pull it free of his hand. He pulled a sweat soaked sock over her hand, and then he pulled a black knee boot on her hand, zipping it up and then closing the cuff over her wrist to trap her hand in the boot. Her other hand was treated similarly, and then the cuffs were joined together behind his back.

More shoes? Who were these people? She tried to pull her arms free of the sweaty socks and the boots. She knew the woman had worn the socks that day, and now her sweaty, smelly foot was masturbating her vagina. She could literally taste that foot on her tongue now.

The woman was applying more pressure now, and she parted Daphne's labia with the end of the shoehorn. Daphne jumped and gasped as the cold metal contacted her burning flesh. Then the woman started pushing her toes in the opening. She used the shoehorn to open Daphne's small hole even more. Slowly, the woman pushed her toes into Daphne.

Sitting against her rapist, she had a better view now of what the woman was doing to her vagina. The toe of the shoe on her face was pressed against her neck still, but it wasn't uncomfortable yet. Daphne struggled to close her legs, but she was sitting far enough from the bed that her legs were held rigidly straight.

The toes disappeared in her vagina, Daphne gasped as she was forced to stretch around the ball of the woman's foot. Her foot then narrowed, and the woman pushed it slowly in. Daphne felt her wriggling her toes inside her, and she moaned into the shoe over her mouth.

Jeepers! It was happening. She was really doing it. Her vagina was being used like a shoe for this woman's foot. Her eyes gaped in wonder and her face and chest flushed in humiliation.

The woman began working her foot in and out, pulling her foot out almost to its widest point before sliding it back in. Daphne felt her breathing increase as the woman abused her vagina. In and out, in and out went her foot.

Then the woman pushed her foot back in, only this time she kept pushing. Daphne groaned as her vagina was forced to stretch again, this time around the woman's heel. As the woman tried to get her heel inside Daphne, she angled her foot up, and Daphne could clearly see its outline in her belly. She experienced a moment of lightheadedness as the woman wriggled her toes against Daphne's belly and Daphne could distinguish each toe.

With one final push, the woman's heel slid in. Daphne sighed in relief as her vagina closed back up around the woman's ankle. The man stood back up, looping the cord joining her booted hands around the leg of a nearby chair, and then he went to his sister's side.

"Alright," he said. "How does it feel?"

He knelt next to Daphne and pressed on her stomach. Daphne groaned, breathing shallowly.

"It feels good," replied the woman. "I think it's a good fit. Took a little stretching, but I think it fits fine now."

"Let's tie the laces and then you can try walking around a bit."

The man stood and unhooked the cuffs on her ankles from the bed corners. He then did the best her could to wrap Daphne's legs around his sister's leg, but they were stiff and didn't bend easily. He ended up putting her feet together, the backs of her heels pressed against his sister's hip and belly. He then used his sister's belt to trap Daphne's feet, and wrapped Daphne's ruined dress around Daphne's legs and his sister's one.

Now Daphne wanted nothing more than to be able to open her legs so the sick woman could pull her foot back out, but now she couldn't spread her legs anymore.

"Here," said the man, putting a brand new JustFab Shayla pump down beside his sister's foot. With help from him, she put her foot in the new shoe, settling most of her weight on the new pump. Very little of her weight was pressed on Daphne's hips.

She took a step, and then she stepped with Daphne, using her brother for support. Daphne felt the woman's foot moving inside her and then she was slid on her back on the floor. Daphne shook her head and tried to plead with her not to do that again, but she was ignored. The man freed her hands from the chair but kept them in the boots, and his sister took another step in her new shoes.

She was doing it. Jeepers! They had really done it. The woman was walking around using her like a shoe.

The woman took step after step, dragging Daphne along the floor as she did. She tried to put as little weight inside Daphne as possible.

The woman returned to the foot of the bed. "Yeah, I don't think she makes a good shoe. Will you help me take her off now?"

Daphne groaned in relief and didn't fight them at all as the man and woman pulled the foot out of her vagina. Her mind was still reeling by what they had done to her. When the foot was out, she curled into a ball and cried.

The siblings left the room to converse about their next move. When they left the room, Daphne slid along the floor to a corner where she continued crying. Where were her friends? Why hadn't they come to her rescue? Did they even know she was missing? Did they care?

Now that the strangers were gone, she also tried to remove the shoes they'd placed on her, starting with the one on her face. The contraption holding it over her mouth and nose consisted of a main strap that encircled her head, a strap joined to the heel by a ring that went over her head to the main strap, and a strap that went under the toe and her chin, up the sides of her face and over the top of her head. The three straps were all interconnected, and she realized that she would need the use of her hands to get it off.

Her hands were trapped in the boots by the cuffs circling her wrists. The cuffs were different than what he'd used on her on the bed in that they had a strap that went under the heel of the boot meaning that she would have to take the cuffs off first in order to take the boots off. The cuffs were too tight for her to slide her hands through, and she needed the use of her hands to open them. Her hands were stuck in the boots.

That left the pair of heels on her feet. They were very well fitted, not loose at all while at the same time not being uncomfortably tight. She would have to undo the three ankle straps in order to take either of them off. Daphne looked at the boots on her hands and thought she might be able to use the heel of the boots to pull the straps loose. She tried for a couple of minutes though and couldn't even do one of them.

She sat back against the corner in defeat, crying again. They were stuck. She was stuck.

*****

The twins returned to his bedroom after about twenty minutes.

"Shayla," he said, walking to her and standing over her, "we've decided that you aren't a shoe."

Daphne could only stare at him in disbelief. He had raped her and his sister had stuck her foot inside her, and he was saying she wasn't a shoe. How did she respond to that?

"I know, we gave it our best go, but we just don't think you're a shoe. If you are, you're very impractical. I mean, we had enough difficulty just wearing you. Your laces are too stiff, and you're heavy and awkward."

Daphne still wasn't sure how to respond.

"But not to worry," he continued, "we'll figure out a use for you yet. I mean, I still own you. I'm not going to let good money go to waste."

Daphne shot to her feet and tried to hit him with one of the boots on her hands. The sister was too fast for her though. They'd been expecting her to do something, so they were ready for her when she finally did.

"Now, now," she chided, grabbing Daphne from behind and taking a firm grip on both her nipples. "Is that any way for you to act? We're just trying to help you. Nothing should go through life without a purpose."

Daphne squealed as her nipples were crushed in the vise-like grip of the other woman. She was then pulled back down to the floor where she was forced to sit with her legs crossed and the other woman wrapping her legs around her from behind. Her arms kept Daphne's down as she hugged Daphne, squeezing tight.

"Now, here's what we've worked out," he continued as though there had been no interruption at all. "We're going to keep you for a full week. We'll try something new each day, and if by the time we reach next Sunday we haven't found a satisfactory use for you, we'll have to declare you useless and return you back to the store for a refund.

"We've come up with a schedule for the different things we'll try starting tomorrow. Maid Monday, Tutu Tuesday, Wheels Wednesday, Thorough-bred Thursday, Feet Friday, and Sit Saturday."

The woman squeezed Daphne's nipples again, making her squeal again. "We'll put you back in your box like a good little shoe for the night though. Tomorrow morning we'll give you the chance to either prove you can be a good shoe, or we'll begin with the other stuff. Maybe spending the night among other shoes will inspire you on how to clean up your act."

They didn't give Daphne a chance to respond. Instead, the man picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder again, and then he carried her out of the bedroom, down the stairs and back to the garage. He lifted her up over the edge of her box, and then he dropped her in. The sister was there too, and as soon as she was in the box, they both began dumping and piling the shoes on top of her. They then lifted the lid and put it back in place on the top of the box. Daphne started crying again when she heard a power drill come on to screw the lid on tight.

"Sleep tight, little shoe," called the man.

The last thing Daphne heard before the light was turned off was the door closing. It was going to be another cold night in the garage surrounded by shoes. The difference this time was that she was now naked except for the heels on her feet, the socks and boots on her hands, and the heel on her face. She was also hungry, having not had anything to eat in more than 24 hours. She also had several new aches and pains to get used to.