As Evie came to, she first gained awareness of a stiffness in her back. Then, the sensation of a cool breeze flowing over her backside. Then, the unmistakable throbbing of a hangover headache. She blinked her groggy eyes open to unfamiliar surroundings. The last thing she remembered, she and her friend Dana had been on the dance floor of the sixth bar on a crawl route, several tequila shots in. Too many to count.
They'd both decided they wanted to really let loose tonight, get really fucked up, flirt with strangers, be each other's wing-women. Eventually they were absorbed into a group of guys celebrating a bachelor party and partied with them through several stops of the bar crawl. They raucously exchanged stories and bought each other drinks until the locations started to blend together. Those men-- could she and Dana have gone with them back to their hotel? She groaned as she realized she couldn't really remember, and it began to dawn on her that she might have flown a little too close to the sun this time, and taken her friend with her.
She glanced around to assess her surroundings. She was on her stomach on a bed, her tits squished up underneath her. She laid eyes on a camera pointed at her face. If it led to some kind of screen, it wasn't one she could see from her current position. The big black lens was larger and closer to her face than a security camera would be. It wasn't trying to be discreet. She tried to wriggle out of its line of sight and the full weight of her situation sunk in-- she was immobilized. Her back half stuck out behind a wall that she seemed to be trapped in. She was on her feet, but bent over forward, and her wrists were strapped to the bed in front of her, too. She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.
"Dana?" Evie called, and her friend answered with a muffled cry. Evie managed to turn her head enough to look over, where Dana was also midway through a wall, supported by a bed. Her position looked just as uncomfortable-- an overhead camera pointed down at her face as she laid on her back with her legs in the air. There were two small holes in the wall forcing her ankles wide apart, with her spread pussy protruding from a larger hole below her bare feet. Straps held her waist and wrists tightly to the bed.
"Evie, my head..." Dana strained to say. "What happened?" She turned her head, but realized her body couldn't turn with her. "Hey wait, I'm stuck!" She tried to push her legs against the wall to free her hips from the hole, but she couldn't use her feet to get any leverage. "OhmyGod..." she said through gritted teeth. "What the fuck is going on?"
"I know as much as you do, hon," Evie said. "I...I guess we went a little hard last night and got ourselves into something here."
"Yeah, into a fucking wall!" Dana cried, still squirming against her restraints in vain. "What the shit?!"
"Let's try to stay calm," Evie suggested. She often had to give her friend this reminder, but this time it rang hollow under the circumstances. Regardless, she took a few deep breaths. "We don't want to hurt ourselves trying to get out of this. Maybe now that we're awake, we can talk to someone about it..."
"Talk to who, the camera?"
Evie bit her lip. "Maybe." She looked up to the shiny lens, in which she could just make out the reflection of her distressed face. "Is...is there anybody out there?"
"Evie, why would you try to get someone's attention right now?" Dana whispered harshly. "I think that is very far from what we need!"
"Well, we don't know what's on the other side of this wall," Evie reasoned. "Maybe it's a public place and someone will be walking by and..."
"And what, take pity on us and try to rescue us? I think the best case scenario is that they assume we
want
to be here and they leave us alone. And the worst case..."
"Ugh, shit, enough said!" Evie groaned. "This isn't good."
Dana's heartbeat quickened as she felt a new draft hit her exposed bottom. "You've fucking done it now, Eve," she whispered. "Someone's out there..."
Evie tried to move once more, hoping to find some kind of remedy to their predicament. She wished she could pound on the wall with her hands. Instead of freeing her body from its prison, all she accomplished was a wiggle of her hips that she suspected would attract attention, but for the wrong reasons.
A warm, calloused hand running up against her thigh confirmed her suspicion.
"Oh fuck, Dana, someone's touching me!" Evie struggled harder and received a slap across her ass in return. She shrieked at the sudden pain.
"Mhmm...me too..." Dana groaned. Fingers were lightly trailing up and down the soles of her bare feet, making her tremble and squirm as the tickle set off her nerve endings like firecrackers. Another hand began on her with the lightest touch of a fingertip, targeted directly at her sensitive clit. The finger applied gentle pressure in small circles on the head of her clit and despite her worry she felt herself begin to grow wet. Before she could fully relax, whoever was playing with her feet flicked the soles, hard, and made her cry out in surprise. The video feed on the other side of the wall showed her assailants her face as she writhed on the bed, biting her lip in discomfort at the wave of discordant sensations. She dizzily remembered the best man of the bachelor party, who had been all over her from the start of the night. If she had to bet money on it, she thought that might be the man playing with her clit right now.