It all started a few days ago. I had just finished paying for my stuff at the corner store. I left and was headed right back home, just down the street. I only had a couple of bags so my walking was fast paced. I was halfway home when this van slowed down and was following behind me. I had moved to the far side away from the road and started walking quicker. This wasn't enough. A person grabbed me from behind; I dropped my bags and tried to fight. As I kicked and screamed, I was lifted and thrown into what I could only assume was the van that had been following me. My back hit the floor of the van hard. I didn't get the chance to look at anyone because a blindfold was put over my eyes. My hands were then bound behind me, when I started to kick again my ankles were tired together.
"Come on, let's go!" I heard a shallow voice say. At that the van picked up speed.
"Alright missy, stay calm." It was someone else, a baritone voice.
Someone was next to me; the cologne was heavy like the person had bathed in it before going out. I felt them move and their arm was around my shoulder, their hand sliding under the collar. I started to pull away to only feel their finger nails dig into my skin. I sat still and waited praying that they wouldn't kill me. It felt like hours passed that I was in that van next to that person when the van finally stopped.
"Biggs lift her up," said a shallow voice.
The person next to me must have been this Biggs because I was lifted by the person who was wearing the cologne. I was put over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, his arm at my knees. I heard what sounded like a garage door going up. The A/C in that place was freezing! Going from the humid air outside into wherever I was, was a very drastic change. I was dropped down hard on my ass onto what had to be a very thin cushion. I heard at least three other voices that were there from the two that I had heard earlier.
"Alright missy, I'm going to take the rope off your hands and you're going to stay very still, understand?" it was Biggs, I had one name to a voice.
When my hands were free, I rubbed my wrist, the ropes had been tight. I stayed put and didn't move since I didn't know if any of them had a gun or not.
"Okay now for your ankles, once the ropes are off you are to stand." He starts to work on the rope. "Oh, and don't try to remove the blindfold and run. You'll only get hurt if you try."
I nodded and sighed; it was exactly what I was thinking of trying to do. Once the rope was off, I stood. Biggs hands were like dinner plates on my body. They traveled down my backside, up my front and through my hair. Suddenly another pair of hands joined in. Slowly they began to undo the buttons on my blouse and unzipped the back of my skirt.
"Please, stop." I said fearfully.
"No missy, you'll stay still and let us do what we want."
I started to protest when something was shoved into my mouth. I felt my hair brushed down as the object was secured behind my head. They continued taking my blouse off and then helping me step out of my skirt. I hadn't put a bra on when I had left to go to the store; you know one of those purpose runs. When Biggs' fingers pinched my nipple, I smacked at his hand. I was getting pissed over this.
"Oh, feisty, well missy we will just have to take care of that. Hey bring over the cuffs since she didn't wear a bra, we'll go ahead and hook up her arms."
I tried to back up to only be caught by the other guy that had been touching me. Thick leather straps went around my wrists and a metal bar was in each palm. I could feel that a leather strap went up the back of my hands, cold metal smacked into my knuckles. My arms were pulled above my head and I heard a click. The cuffs had been attached to something above me. I tried pulling my hands loose from the restraints but that wasn't going to happen. I was on the balls of my feet, closing my hands on the bar. I noticed it took some stress off my wrists.
"We'll see how long you fight missy." Biggs said, smacking my ass.
I did my best to stay on my feet and not move. I've always been into the submissive lifestyle but this was ridiculous! Picked up off the street, bound, then stripped and restrained, no this was just too much! I gripped the bars in my hands and kicked forward. I connected with someone because I heard a grunt beside the fact that my foot hurts now.
"Like to kick huh," came the shallow voice from behind me. "Hey Biggs, what about the spreader bar?"
"Yeah, that'll work just fine." He patted my ass. "I'm going to love taking you missy, and I'm not going to be gentle." He laughed. "You shouldn't have kicked me; I was going to be nice."
He chuckled and walked away, his steps falling heavily. I felt cold metal on my left ankle and jerked. My leg was grabbed roughly and was locked into a cuff that had to be the spreader bar I heard the other guy speak about. My right leg was grabbed and pulled roughly. This caused my legs to open up wide enough to show whoever was doing this a great view of my shaved cunt. When the metal touched my ankle, I tried to fight to only have my ass slapped hard.
"You really should learn to stay still missy." Biggs' hands stung my ass. "Bring me the other gag; I want to be able to hear her screams."
Just a moment later I feel hands working on the strap for the gag. "You better keep your mouth open when I pull this gag out so I can put the other in."
As the gag is pulled out, I quickly close my mouth. "Oh dear, well let's see how you like this missy."
His fingers grab a hold of my nipple with a hard twist. "Oh fu..." The gag is shoved into my mouth. I sigh as the new gag is fastened. This gag is different; I can fill these little holes with my tongue, I'm able to breathe through my mouth now. I try to bite into the gag and it wouldn't bend. I was left alone for only a few minutes to get adjusted to the position I was in.
Then I heard this soft voice whine, "Come on Biggs let us have a taste of her."
"Yeah, come on Biggs." said shallow.
"Alright guys, go ahead, just remember tongues only." Biggs said sternly.
