It was a rainy and overcast day with a gentle drizzle. I found myself a seat under the shelter of the bus stop. The streets were completely deserted. I had completed my last lecture and was ready to head home. A few minutes in, waiting for my bus, I suddenly heard footsteps approaching me. Before I could lift my head, a desperate voice called out to me, "We need your help, quick!".
I raised my head to see Karishma. Her face had turned red.
"What's wrong?" I asked cluelessly.
"There's no time, follow me" she said, tracing her way back, without waiting for my reply.
Feeling both intimidated and concerned, I followed her shielding myself from the rain with the help of my thin bag. She ran into a narrow dust road that led deep into nowhere. She kept running until she reached a huge wall. The wall was the back of St. Carlos International school, the school Karishma and Malika studied in. Karishma halted and waited for me to reach the wall.
"Come from here." she said, opening a small rusty gate that made a creaking noise.
I did as she said. We stepped into a huge lawn with overgrown grass covered with a million dried leaves, now wet from the rain. In the center, there was a huge statue of St. Carlos covered with creepers and had seen better days. It had a perimeter of tall trees that were green and gorgeous. The lawn was surrounded on three sides by an abandoned building which used to be the very first of St. Carlos. The lawn was divided into two halves by a concrete pathway which was also covered with dried leaves. It led to a huge opening that was the entrance to the main corridor. We started walking towards it.
"What the hell are we doing here?" I asked, stepping into the corridor.
"Thank God I found you. It's Malika." she said with distress in her voice. She started pacing towards a classroom. I continued to walk after her. She looked at me with a changing look on her face before she entered the classroom. I followed her in.
As I got in, I saw Karishma standing with a suppressed laughter. The door behind me slammed shut. I turned around to see Malika bolting the door shut and laughing. Before I could ask anything, I felt Karishma grab my legs from behind and pull them. Losing my balance, I fell straight into Malika's arm and she pinned to the floor swiftly.
"Quick!" said Malika with laughter in her voice.
I felt Karishma tying something tightly around my legs. I struggled but Malika's pin was too strong for me to even move.
"What are you doing?" I asked, struggling to free myself.
"You will see." said Karishma, tightening the final knot of her school tie which was a make-shift bondage for my legs.
"Give me the tape." asked Malika as she crossed my hands behind me. Karishma passed her a thick roll of duct tape. She fastened my hands with it. I was now completely immobile.
She picked me up on my feet and slammed my back on the wall.
"What is this!?" I asked again.
"What does it look like? You are our hostage now." said Malika as she dusted the dirt off her knees.
"What.. Wh.. Help!!" I shouted, feeling like an idiot.
"You can shout all you want, not a soul can hear you." said Karishma, checking her fingernails.
"Help me! Somebody help!" I continued my helpless pursuit.
"Oh god, what an idiot," said Malika, taking her left shoe off. "Just so you know, I have had a very rough day." she added as the stench from her sock filled the room. She peeled the sock off her foot and stuffed it deep into my mouth. My mouth was filled with pungency and acidity. The strong smell from it was tantalising for my nostrils. I could only shout with a muffled voice now with the gag in my mouth.
"You are here because you are a pussy." said Malika as she put her elbow beside me, holding the back of her neck and leaning against the wall.
I looked at her from the corner of my eye.
"My friend is getting horny to be raped." she continued, "But I see, you are too good a boy." she added air quoting the 'good' and 'boy'.
"Let's find out." said Karishma as she pulled out her phone.
Malika unbuttoned my pants and pulled it down. I struggled but it was in vain. She then pulled my underpants straight down to my feet.
"There it is." said Karishma with a grin on her face as she pointed her camera straight at me.
The stinky sock of Malika, soaked with her sweat and foot stink, made my dick swell up.
"So tell me, don't you want to rape this bitch?" asked Malika taking a step back. All the response I had was involuntary and south of my body.
Malika smiled.
