Ania was standing in front of the mirror brushing her long hair and admiring herself. She often thought she was slightly round as she was 5ft 4in tall with 34C tits. As she turned sideways she looked at looked in the mirror as she ran her hand along the curve of her arse. It's too big she said to herself. I walked in and said it's not too big and gave I a slap as I walked past. That's what it's great for pulling her onto my lap and giving her a kiss. I wondered down stairs to watch the news as she got ready to go to our friends for the evening.
A few minutes later she came down wearing her jeans and tee shirt. The jeans showed the contours of her shapely body, and the tee shirt showed of her tits beautifully. It was a warm evening so there was no need to wear anything else. We jumped into the car and drove of towards our friends. As we drove down the country road we listened to some music which we both sang along to. We weren't driving fast when all of a sudden we turned the corner and there in front of us was a car with an guy under the bonnet. As he heard us coming he waved us down to stop and help him. We stopped and I got out to see what I could do. This car is past repair he said and slammed the bonnet down. He asked if we could you give me a lift to the farm down the road. No problem I told him, as he walked over to the car. Ania got out and said sit in the front and direct us, it will be easier. I could see the guy looking at Ania as she got out. He told us his name was Gavin, Ania introduced herself and said my name was Robert. We chatted as we drove down the lane to the farm where he said he lived.
As we got to the farm we pulled up outside and as he got out he said would you like a drink for your trouble, Ania asked if she could use the loo please. Of course up the stairs the door on the left. She went in undid her jeans and sat down. On the wall was a large mirror, she thought it was strange as it seemed too large for the size of room. As she finished she got up and stood in front of the mirror to do her jeans up after smoothing her thong to prevent any lines in her jeans.
What she had not realise behind the two way mirror was Gavin's brother, Robin and his black friend James, there are both healthy 18year olds. They nudged each other while they watched Ania in the bathroom. Ania heard Gavin shout out if she was OK, of course she answered. I got out of the car and was wondering around just looking at the land and farm buildings.
As Ania came out of the toilet Robin and James came out of the room and stood in her way, she walked up to them expecting them to move so she could get past. They didn't they just stood there and each held an arm and pushed a dirty rag into her mouth. She started to struggle but James produced a knife and told her to stop or he would cut her. They dragged Ania into a room, quickly tying her to a chair and going down stairs. The left the house by the back door and made there way behind me. They grabbed a wrist pulled them behind me and quickly tied them together. There is no point shouting Ania is OK and no one will hear out here. They pushed me into the large front room where they had a video camera set up, lights and various ropes hanging from the ceiling. The pulled me over to a frame, untied my hands, spread my arms and legs and tied me to it.
A few seconds later I saw Ania slung over James' shoulder, as he walked into the room. He put her down in the middle of the floor and told her not to move. Ania looked over to me with terrified look in her eyes. Gavin said that he had been asked to make a video of a young woman being bound, beaten and raped and it looked as tough Ania was going to be the lucky one. If you do as asked you will walk away with some money, a video for memories and maybe a sore back, cunt and arse. Of course as insurance we will send a copy of the tape to your work place and have someone come around and fuck you again, and again, and again. One girl tried to tellteh police and ended up whoring for us, tied up when she wanted to sleep and fucked the rest of the time.
