I awake to find 3 masked men in my bedroom who have just uncovered me and were starting to tie my feet. I react and one of them grabs my hands while the other quickly finishes tying my feet together. With their masks on, I can't tell who they are and when the one tying my feet finishes, he helps the other one tie my hands then the third one slips a hood over my head. I feel myself lifted off the bed and placed gently on the floor. I feel something cold about mid-thigh and I hear the sound of snipping as I start to feel air moving up my body until I feel something, a glove perhaps, faintly graze against my pubic hair.
As the sound gets closer I realize they are cutting my nightgown off and now are between my breasts. I can hear no other sound besides the clipping and now they have clipped my garment all the way through the neck line and 2 quick snips and it is off of me and I am completely naked. I try to protest but before I can make much more noise they slip a piece of tape over my mouth then I feel a little pinch in my neck and they being rolling me up in a rug. I don't understand what is happening and things start to get fuzzy.
I don't remember anything after that until I find myself bent at the waist over a padded table. I am naked and my legs are tied at the ankles wide apart and with my toes barely touching the ground. I lay across a small table with my hands tied stretched out to the side of me and my head is at the edge of the table. It is padded and lifting my head slightly. There are bright lights, so bright I can't see anything. They are shining straight into my face. I can hear a low noise like conversations all around me but nothing discernible.
As my level of consciousness continues to rise I feel a strange itching in my nipples and my pussy that I have never felt before. It's a kind of heat, but not hot, a buzz but not a noise. Just a slight itch that gets a little more noticeable with each passing minute. I try to move my breasts against the table but now notice they are poking through holes in the table and dangling down freely below me. The itching continues to build in my erogenous zones and I start to squirm on the table trying to see if I can alleviate some of the feeling. My breasts just jiggle in the openings and I can't pull my pussy up far enough against the table to do anything.
The itching continues to build and now I am about to get desperate.
I ask in a voice I almost don't recognize, "Can something be done about this hot itching I am feeling?"
I don't hear any response for a moment but then I hear someone in front of me say,
"She is ready."
I hear chair legs sliding all around and the sound of movement closer to me.
The voice announces, "The number you drew is the order you may proceed. Those with the colored numbers can come around to the front of her first."
The sounds of movement began to come around to where I could see a bit and now and then the light was blocked and I could see shapes, people shapes.
"You may begin." was the next thing I heard, followed by,