My best friend, Sharon, and I were standing in front of our favorite restaurant waiting for a cab. We'd enjoyed an excellent meal, and chatting over drinks. We didn't pay much attention, when a van pulled up in front of us. We should have.
The side doors opened, and before we knew it, we were in the van and it was speeding away. The two men holding us, covered our mouths with their hand, muffling our screams. While two others blindfolded us, they told us we wouldn't see tomorrow if we didn't stop screaming and kicking. When we settled down, they tied our ankles and wrists, and forced ball gags into our mouths. We were helpless and at their mercy.
The two men let go of us, and all four began cutting our clothes off. When I screamed, through the ball gag, one slapped my face and told me to shut-up or the next one would really hurt. Considering how much that one hurt, I shut-up. They moved fast. I was already nude when I decided to be quiet. I felt defenseless, vulnerable, humiliated, and most of all, scared. These men were not going to make love to me, or fuck me. They were going to use me, and probably abuse me.
Eventually, we arrived at our destination. I don't know how long it took to get there, but I know it wasn't close to home. They untied our ankles and helped us out of the van. A hand grabbed my right tit and guided me until my legs touched something that felt like wood. I thought it might be a workbench. They untied our wrists and told us to bend forward over the bench. I heard scraping noises and felt movement in the wood. When that stopped, we were told to let our arms hang down. There was more movement and I felt the bench rise up and support me, off the floor. It wasn't a solid bench. There was a small section supporting my shoulders, between my arms and my chest. There was another, larger, section supporting me from my stomach to my hips. My tits were hanging down in the gap between them.
When we were in position, they tied our wrists and ankles to something below us, which held us in place. My head was pulled back by my hair, while a strap was placed on my forehead and secured to something behind me. I was laying face down on some type of table, with my arms and legs tied, spreadeagle, with my head held back and a ball gag in my mouth. Every opening in my body was accessible and defenseless.
I sensed movement under me and hands on my tits. Rope was wrapped around the base of each tit and tied tightly. I was adjusting to the discomfort I felt a sharp pain in my right nipple. I screamed through my ball gag, unable to get away from what they were doing to my tit. I heard Sharon scream when I felt that same sharp pain in my left nipple. I was crying now, mumbling around my ball gag, begging them to stop and let us go. They held my tits as I felt something slide through my nipples. They'd pierced our nipples and inserted some object through them.
They, either, practiced all this, or were experienced, because they hadn't said a word sense telling us to bend over.
I sensed them moving out from under me. They moved to my pussy. They were done with my tits, at least for now. They rubbed some kind of lotion all over my lips, around my opening, and in my hole. They knew I would be dry, and were preparing me for the next phase of their plan. I heard Sharon gasp, as they prepared her. Both of us were only whimpering now. Crying was useless, but we were still scared.
