I decide to make a trip to you since it is easier for me to travel than it is you. I inform you that I will be arriving in Santa Fe around 5pm on Saturday. After I rent a room at the Eldorado Hotel I quickly grab a shower and get dressed for our evening out.
You arrive in Santa Fe around 7:30 and excitedly make your way down W. Alameda Street. The parking lot of the hotel is not crowded at all and you quickly park the car and grab your bags from the trunk. You rethink if you should do this and then decide "Hell yes!!" As you approach my door, you pause there for a minute. Then just as you lift your arm to knock the door is swung open, inside reaches an arm to grab you, and it throws you to the bed.
You are in shock but you think this is part of the night's festivities. As you regain your bearings, you notice me sitting in the chair. My wrists are tied to it and I am completely naked. It is then you see that we are not alone.
When you look around the room, you can make out the silhouettes of 3 other people in the room with us. A man yells out to strap him down and you here me yell out "No! Stop this now! Leave him alone!" The man strikes his fist across my face and knocks the chair and me over. I am knocked out cold.
You are forced down on the bed and stripped out of your clothes by the men. The person who hit me lifts the chair back up and slaps my face to wake me up. "Wake up you Bitch!" I start to come to and I feel the ball gag being put into my mouth. I try to fight it but I can only do so much. It is secured in place very tightly and I cry out in pain.
The guys finish stripping you down and then lock the cuffs around your wrists. You kick and yell "What is going on here! Who in the Hell are you guys?"
The laughter is almost deafening as the one guys say "We are the ones that follow this pretty little number from the airport to rob her but we decided to have a little fun before we left. You are our bonus prize. So sit back and enjoy yourself, boy!" The man looks away and says "Hey Paul, grab his feet and cuff them together. This Bitch brought all kinds of shit for us to use." Digging through the bag he says, " Hell, I don't even know what half this stuff is."
Paul, a big 6'2" about 250 pound guy with dark hair and blue eyes, walks over and grabs your left ankle and sits on it holding it in place as he goes for your other foot. You notice that he is young, maybe 25. "Is there anything else I should do Mike before I move?" You look to see whom he is talking to and it is the ringleader of this little group, the one giving the orders. "Yeah gag him with some tape. Here you go. " Mike tosses it to Paul at he quickly secures a wide piece over your mouth.
You get a good look at Mike. He looks a bit older than you, maybe 40 or so. He is about 6' tall and around 180 pounds. His dirty blonde hair and brown eyes are unmistakable that he has had a rough life. If the circumstances were different, he would have been an acceptable partner.
Then Mike yells out "Ed, what in the hell are you doing in there?" From the bathroom a voice comes through saying "Finishing filling' up the bathtub. We want them clean for us don't we?
The use of the word "them" sends a chill down your spine. Paul starts to go through your pants to find your wallet and then hands it to Mike. He begins to flip through it and comes across your Drivers License.
"So, Patrick McKinney is it. Well what brings you to Santa Fe?" He looks back at me and starts to laugh. "You drove for over an hour for a piece of ass? My, my. I wonder what Mrs. McKinney would say about that." He lifts up your family picture and shakes his head at you. "Shame on you big boy. Your hormones are going to kill you someday you know that?"
It hits you that now these guys know where you live and what your family looks like. You are speechless from the fear of what they might do to them. You look around the room for anything to get an advantage over these guys but there just isn't anything close to you.
Ed comes out of the bathroom, uncuffs my wrists and ankles, and lifts me into his arms. I am still a bit out of it as I try to fight him the best I can. He laughs and drops me to the floor. Grabbing a handful of hair, he drags me the rest of the way into the bathroom. The splashing of water indicates to all that I have met the water rather roughly. Ed starts to laugh saying "She doesn't like the water much. Can someone give me a hand here?"
Paul takes off to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. Mike sits in the newly empty chair and stares at you. It makes you feel very uncomfortable and you try to hide some of your nudity. However, the way your ankles are connected it is nearly impossible. Mike laughs at you and says "Stop trying to cover yourself. You are ours to look at and play with."
Your heart rate increases and you start to panic as Mike gets up out of the chair. He grabs something off the dresser and walks over to you. As he gets closer, you see that he has a Polaroid camera and he takes a quick picture of you tied to the bed. You try to look away but he takes it before you can.
Mike leans down and tell you "I am going to take the tape off of your mouth so don't scream. Or this will be sent to your wife!" He holds the developed picture in his hand and tosses it to the nightstand.
He then removes the tape from your mouth and begins stroking your lips. You are some what aroused by his actions but you fight against your feelings. You try to bite him as his finger passes your lips again and Mike slaps you. He then takes a step back and takes another picture. "This one I will send to your supervisor. Lets see how happy they are to have their Captain in such a predicament."
"No!" You plead to him. "Please! You can't do that to me I will lose everything!" Mike bends down to your face and asks "Then we have an understanding, don't we?" You look away from him and nod your head. You know that you have no other choice but to do what he says.
He unzips his pants and removes his cock. When you hear the zipper, you instinctively look to see what is going on. When you see his cock only inches from your face you know what he wants from you. You turn your face away and close you mouth. You hope that he is only joking but once Mike grabs your hair and turns your head to his waiting cock, you know he means business.
You open your mouth and allow his shaft to slide into your mouth. Mikes cock is not large but it does gag you when he shoves the entire length into your mouth. His scent is almost addicting and you become excited from this blowjob. Fighting against the moan that is deep in your throat, you look for something to take your mind away from here.
You hear the laughter from the bathroom as Paul and Ed continue with my bath. You start to concentrate on what is going on in there than what you are being put through out here. The sounds of whimpering start to eminent from the bathroom and you know it is I. The splashing and thrashing of water sounds as if the ocean is behind that door. You can only imagine what is going on in there.
The flash of the camera brings you back to your own situation. This new picture shocks you and then Mike does something unexpected. He reaches down and beings to stroke your cock as you blow him. Mike starts to pump your face harder and faster as his orgasm approaches. You feel your own arising and you try to hold back. You are so turned on by now that your just can't seem to control yourself.
You explode in a matter of minutes and you feel his hot cum sliding down your throat. His still shooting cock shoved deep into your mouth muffles the moan you let out. Mike holds your cock so that your cumm is laying on your tummy and chest. He withdrawals his rod from your mouth and scoops up some of your juice from your stomach. He puts it to your lips and forces you to taste your own semen. When you try to turn away, you notice Ed, Paul and myself standing there. We have just watched the tail end of your sexual act. Your face turns flush.
"Get him off the bed and strap her down! I am through with him." Mike shouts his orders in an almost military way. Ed moves toward you and takes the cuffs off your wrists. He leaves the ankle cuffs on as he lifts you and sets you in the chair, strapping your wrists to the chair. Paul throws me on the bed and I struggle to get up. I am slapped across the face and Mike then sits on me to hold me down. "She sure has some fire in her. I like that in a woman! Make sure those cuffs are tight around her wrists, Paul. I don't want her to get free." Paul's only response is "Yes Sir!"