This is my first attempt at story writing, I hope you enjoy it! Feedback and comments are appreciated.
A huge thank you to my editor fisteris, I couldn't have done it without you.
For those of you not fortunate enough to live in Australia or New Zealand, certain terms in this story might not be familiar to you. "Ute," for example, is a utility vehicle with an open back. Think Chevrolet El Camino. A "tray" is what you call a truck bed. "Gaffa" is a type of adhesive tape. You're welcome.
I'm tied down on my back in the tray of a four door Ute. My arms are spread above me and my legs spread to the corners of the tray. I'm wearing nothing but a sexy bra and a pair of panties. We have been driving for I don't know how long. I know we are out of the suburbs and heading inland, because it was at the edge of the city limits that You put me in the back of the Ute. We've stopped along the way a few times but I don't know what's happening because You have put industrial headphones over my ears and no one has walked into my line of sight. The sun is starting to set and I can feel us slowing down. We turn onto what is a dirt track, the ride gets a little bumpier and dustier for about 20 minutes before we finally come to a stop.
The sun is nearly set as You walk above me. Smiling down at me, You reach down and run your hand along my side. It tingles. It's the first time anybody's touched me all day. You open the tray door and step up onto the tray so You are standing directly above me. Is this it? Have we reached our destination? You crouch down and stroke my face a few times before reaching back and untying my legs; You reach forward and untie my arms, pulling me up as You lean back. You pull me toward You, holding me in a sitting cuddle, before You take the headphones off. "Don't turn around" is all You say as you give me a bottle of water and a snack bar. As I'm eating and drinking the water You rub my back and legs down, the stiffness that's been building up over the drive slowly dissipating as You do.
When I finish drinking You stand up and jump down from the tray holding your hand out to me. Taking care not to turn I start to stand. You grab my hand as You pull me down to You, catching me in Your arms, putting me down gently on the ground. "You've been such a good girl; everyone is so impressed" You say to me as You spin me around. I feel my stomach tighten and I know whatever You have in store for me will push my limits above and beyond where I think they are.
You tell me to keep my eyes closed, then take me by the arm and walk me maybe thirty feet across rough, grassy ground. "Stop, turn around, and open your eyes," You almost whisper. The second I turn around, I'm suddenly blinded by ten car lights shining into my eyes, as if they were all instantly turned on by the same switch. I can't see anybody. There's five cars including the Ute all with lights shining in a semi circle around a slightly grassed area of about 30 square meters. How many people came in those cars? I know our car stopped at least five times; did someone get in each time or was that You trying to unsettle me? That's potentially the five people who drove the cars here, which is more than I've ever had before at one time. Are they all men? What if one of them is a woman?
My mind clears as You give me a little push toward the centre of the clearing and I start walking barefoot away from You. I've walked maybe 10 meters when suddenly someone grabs me around the mouth and the waist roughly. I'm forced to the ground, the dirt digging into my knees as I fall, hard, the person's hands still on my body as I start to struggle. I feel another set of hands grab onto my flailing arms, pulling them behind my back. I start to struggle again and I try to scream but nothing comes out of my throat as I see someone, a complete stranger, emerge from behind the wall of the car lights with rope twirling between his hands. The stranger reaches me and he smiles a wicked, unpleasant smile when he sees me looking up at him, I know he can tell how scared I am, knowing I will be tied up with at least three strangers fondling and touching me. Is that all they will do? Will You stop them before they go too far, or is the plan to completely terrify me as these men, possibly more, fuck me?
I can no longer see the stranger with the rope as he has walked behind me, and I can feel him grab my hands and try to tie my hands together. I keep struggling and suddenly I feel a slap on my ass, hard. "Stop struggling, slut!" a different voice says in my ear, followed by another hard slap, making me flinch forward. This gives the stranger with the rope the chance he needed to secure my hands tightly behind my back. The men quickly tie another length of rope around my ankles. I'm kneeling down with my hands tied behind my back and my ankles tied together on the ground. I can't move. I can't move!! I can't run away, I can't even stand up. What is going to happen now? I can't see You! Are You still here? I know the Ute is still here because the lights are still shining on my side. I start to turn my head to the side; two pairs of hands grab the sides of my head and turn my head back to the front. "Don't turn around!". The relief I feel at hearing your voice is instant. I relax and accept that You have organised this for me.
I'm still thinking about what might happen as I see a piece of black fabric being lowered in front of me. It's pulled over my eyes and suddenly, I can no longer see the cars around me; I can only feel the heat of their lights, still shining onto my body. I feel somewhat calm and ready, but for what? Another piece of fabric is pulled over my head, and pushed into my mouth and what I can only assume is gaffa or duct tape is pulled along my mouth to keep me quiet. I can hear things being dragged along the ground and the unmistakable sound of beers being cracked open. Then their voices start up. Conversations start, men talking about the footy, the cricket, work, and life in general. What!!?! There is no mention of the practically naked girl, tied, silent and immobile kneeling on the ground in front of them! Bastards!
This goes on as more voices join in conversations. I can't tell how many there are, 10, 15 an even dozen? This is driving me insane! The drinking continues, more beers cracked, drunk, and crushed against the ground and even as the talking gets rowdy and loud, nobody mentions me as I kneel there on the ground.
I have little choice but to keep kneeling on the ground, squirming, silently begging to be noticed, mentioned, touched, anything!! I suddenly realise how wet I am. Knowing that everyone can see me and how uncomfortable I am is quickly turning me on to the point where I am soaking through my panties.
Then, I realise that this is your plan. Completely ignore me as I become insanely turned on and wet and ready for whatever You have in store for me. You know me well and the anticipation is killing me when, apparently at an unseen signal, everything falls silent. All I can hear now is the night, the crickets, the small amount of wind rustling through the trees that are behind the cars and the occasional shuffle of feet on the ground.
I hear slow footsteps getting closer and closer, then as the unseen person reaches me, stops, and leans over, I can feel his breath in my ear. "Good slut". It's not You! It's a stranger. A man. "Isn't she a good little girl?" the stranger says louder. There are cat calls and jeers and laughs from the crowd, it must be at least fifteen people!! "Sitting all pretty and quiet and on show, waiting for someone to notice her."
"Look! Look how wet and ready she is already." He leans back down and I flinch a little as his hand touches my pussy through my panties. I blush a little, knowing he can feel how excited I am. "You good little girl, all ready to be fucked" he whispers in my ear. Suddenly he rips the panties off, exposing me to the crowd gathered around. His hands travel up my stomach to my chest and his hands grope me through my bra which was flimsy to begin with. I know he can feel my tight, hard tits through the material, which he suddenly grips and rips apart. I am now naked and wet in front of people I don't know, watching me being humiliated by this stranger who is still feeling my tits and breathing loudly in my ear.
His hands slowly assault my body, all over. He moves his hands across my back, gently rubbing between my shoulder blades. His big hands feel good against my skin and he soon moves across to the front of my chest rubbing and pulling, teasing me. He's making me squirm as his hands slowly move down my body, lightly tickling my stomach making me squirm even more. I hear chuckles from the people around us. He does it again, harder this time and when I squirm around I know my tits are bouncing. He laughs out loud this time, tickling me again and again, my breasts moving freely when suddenly a new hand slaps down on my breast. "You're not meant to enjoy it, whore," a voice says very loudly. "You're meant to entertain us". I stiffen immediately, but it's impossible not to move; the first person is still tickling me and I can't resist moving a little. As I'm moving, there are four slaps to each of my breasts. They sting, but it doesn't stop there, it's followed by four more slaps to my ass. These hits are harder and I know it is You who has hit me this time. You wouldn't let anyone else hit me that hard. I know it shouldn't, but it makes me even wetter.
Suddenly, every hand touching me stops. I feel bare, left alone. Will they start ignoring me again, or will this be it? A hand suddenly touches my head, pulling my blindfold off. I am momentarily blinded by the car lights, which are still shining brightly. You grab my hair and pull my head up so I'm looking up at You. Leaning over, you whisper in my ear, "You are making me so proud. Look how they are all enjoying themselves." You push me down off my knees onto my stomach, holding my hair as you make sure I can see as I start to make out figures standing around me. 1, 2, 5, 10, 18! Eighteen people standing around watching, some with their cocks out, stroking them slowly as they watch the show.
You rip the duct tape off my mouth and it stings, a lot. You pull the fabric out of my mouth and You slap my ass, hard. Very hard. So hard I cry out it's so unexpected. "That's good man, I wanna hear her scream," someone to my left says, loud enough for me to hear. "You like that?" You ask as You slap my ass again and again. I'm crying out now, unrestrained and loud as You rain the blows down before You push me to the ground. "Ok, who's first?"
