Jeannie and I were just hanging out around the pool like most 18-year olds do the first summer after they leave high school, but before they land a job or run off to college for the next four years. Jeannie and I had plans for Berkley. Together. We did everything together and had since we were children. We even wore the same clothing. Perfect size 10s in a world that valued size 4s. Not that we didn't get more than our share of ogling. What was there not to ogle about? We both had nice hourglass figures with amble matching 36DD boobs. The boys took notice and had since we both hit puberty.
We took different approaches to guys, though. Jeannie was saving herself for marriage, but I wanted to do a little sampling before I tied down for the rest of my life. I'd only sampled one so far, but it was a nice sampling. Tommie Glibbon. Hard, muscular body with what I imagined to be nice equipment. It was hard to say whether his equipment was exceptional since he was my first, but the experience was nice, and Tommie and I hadn't split under bad terms.
"You want some more lotion?" Jeannie asked.
I took the lotion from her outstretched, lotion-slicked hand and shook it for a second to get the white goo to the top. Then I started smearing across my stomach when I noticed a pair of old men watching. They were probably in their mid 40s or so, but they sure looked as though their tongues were about to lap the concrete watching Jeannie lean over to pull the towel out from beneath her feet.
I smacked her on the arm.
"Hey!" she yelled at me, tossing her hair back and giving me a hard look. That was the big difference between us. I had short, silky blonde hair while her hair was so dark it was nearly black and it hung past her shoulders in thick waves. I had light, what people called icy blue eyes, whereas she had startling smoky gray eyes. We were like salt and pepper when it came to appearances, even though the shape of our bodies matched perfectly.
I rolled my eyes over toward the men. She waited a minute and looked. They were now sitting in the pool chairs with their legs spread open. One of them had his nuts slightly exposed at the edge of his swimming trucks.
"Ewww," Jeannie said.
"I don't know," I said. "The blonde one's sort of cute." He was, too. Tan, lean, but not too lean, just enough to give him a solid build, and he had a soft brush of hair across his chest, swirling down around his belly button and disappearing down the waistband of his swim trunks. It made me squirm a little just thinking about what might be at the end of that hair.
"Too old," Jeannie said. "Plus, don't you think they both look a little familiar?"
I looked at the other guy, the one with his nuts showing. Olive skinned, almost Italian looking. Shorter than his friend, maybe even a tiny bit shorter than Jeannie and me at our rather tall 5'8" stature, but still a nice solid build. A lot of hair on his chest and thick, curling black hair although it was receding a little. He also had a definite sprinkle of hair on his nuts.
"No," I said.
Jeannie held her hand to her eyebrows and squinted. "Yes, the dark-haired one is Davey Treman's father, isn't he?"
I shrugged and rubbed the lotion slowly up my legs, keeping my eyes on the blonde, who gave me a long slow smile. "I don't know. I never met his father."
"Oh well, you didn't miss much," Jeannie said, flopping back against the lounge.
I looked around the pool area. Only the lifeguard left. Another half-hour and it would be closing time. What next? Maybe they'd go down to Hank's Diner, hang out, and flirt with a few boys. At least it was something to look forward to.
Adequately slathered with lotion, I leaned back against the lounge chair and let the sun bathe my face. I couldn't resist letting my legs spread a little so the old farts have a good look at the young, perky stuff they couldn't have anywhere except their dreams.
It didn't take me long to drift off into a light sleep, dreaming about Tommie and what we'd done last summer. He'd taught me nearly every sexual position imaginable and how to give decent head to boot. I felt myself getting a little wet right before a pair of rough hands grabbed me and forcibly rolled me off the lounge chair onto the concrete facedown.
"What theβ?" I struggled to get up.
"Shut up," a voice said. "That is, unless you want to get hurt," and a small knife blade met my cheek as a knee pinned my buttocks.
I heard Jeannie shouting until another voice said, "Quiet, bitch!" followed by a hard slap and light, muffled crying.
The next thing I heard was the sound of duct tape ripping. Several long pieces got wrapped around my wrists. The hands jerked me to my feet, and the voice told me to walk. That's the first time I could see Jeannie. She was duct taped in the same position, and being let by the dark-haired man we'd been looking at earlier. I assumed the blonde was the one who had a hold of me.
"Looks like we found what we looking for," the dark-haired one said.
"Should work out okay," the voice behind me said.
I looked around for the lifeguard, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. No one was. Not even in the parking lot as they drug us out to a nearby van and shoved us in the back. Then, more duct tape rips and they taped our feet together. It was the first time I could see the blonde plainly. A slow leer spread across his lips as he yanked the top of my bathing suit aside to expose one of my breasts. My nipple immediately hardened against the feel of his fingers. He leaned forward and suckled it a minute before letting it plop away from his lips.
"Look here, Rocko," he said. "This one's already ready."
They both laughed before they slammed the side door of the van closed and climbed into the front seat. Jeannie leaned over and whispered, "What do you think they're going to do to us?"
Rocko turned around from the passenger seat and said, "We're going to fuck the shit out of you. What the hell do you think we're going to do you? Just ride two sweet pieces of ass like you around for a while and then let you go?" He turned and looked at the other man, who had his eyes focused on the road. "She isn't very fucking bright, is she, Steve?"
"The don't need to be bright," Steve said. "They just need to be fuckable. The boys have to learn from somewhere, and I think this pair will work just fine."
Rocko turned back around and said, "Yeah, you're right. Fuckable. That's all they need to be."
About twenty minutes later, we turned off the main road onto something bumpier. Probably a dirt lane. Another five minutes and we jerked to a stop. Rocko and Steve climbed out, yanked open the side door, pulled us both out, and carried us into a cabin.
The cabin was decent sized with a large area downstairs with an open loft above. They plopped both of down on a bear rug, probably fake, in the center of the room. Five faces appeared above over the railing of the loft.
"Would you look'a that?" one of them said. "Chicks. All tied up, too."
"Quit standing there pissing around," Rocko said. "Come on down and help us get them strapped up."
The next thing I knew, Jeannie and I were both had a leather strap around our waist held in place with a small metal pad lock. It had nylon ropes attached on both sides and looped across a ceiling beam with a pulley contraption that looked as though it could hoist us up. Jeannie and I could both move around maybe ten foot in any direction. We could also probably lie on the floor, but it was doubtful we could roll around much since the cords would catch us up.
They cut the tape on our hands and feet and ripped it off. I rubbed at my wrist to get the adhesive off and ease the stinging sensation from the tape. The fight was pretty much out of both of us by this point since we were wiggling and kicking both of our legs the whole time they jerked us around to get the leather straps around us.
"Okay," Steve said. "Time to get rid of the clothing." He took the knife, stepped forward, and slit the ties on my bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. Next, he reached down and yanked my bikini bottom down. I kicked and yelled, but all he said was, "Good, a fighter. That's what I like."