Here’s a taster…
…before Annabel was able to re-act two men appeared from behind the neighbouring parked car and pounced on her. Annabel had her arms pinned by one and the other almost nonchalantly smothered her mouth with his hand. In the palm of his hand was a damp facecloth and as Annabel instinctively cried out the soaking wet cotton was fingered firmly into her mouth.
‘This is fun isn’t it?’ taunted Melanie as she slipped her silk scarf from her own neck. Sliding up behind her friend she calmly drew the silk across Annabel’s mouth whilst the man kept his hand held over the remains of the cloth that protruded from between Annabel’s glossy lips and now snarling teeth.
‘Hurry it up, the bitch is kicking like mad,’ cursed the man pinning Annabel’s arms.
‘Okay you can remove your hand,’ Melanie had the silk across her friend’s mouth now. The man quickly slipped his hand away from under the silk and then Annabel felt it tighten between her jaws, pinning the soaking gag firmly in her mouth. Even as she shook her head vigorously in protest Melanie drew the scarf around her friend’s slender nape and tied it fast. Wide eyed with alarm Annabel looked around frantically for help but the car park was deserted. Dozens of rows of cars away though a lift door opened but even as some people emerged Annabel was already being bundled onto the back seat of a large car parked alongside her own.
‘Hush now darling,’ Melanie stroked her friend’s hair clear of her anguished face. She was knelt before one of passenger doors which remained open. She glanced over her shoulder. She could hear distant voices and then a car engine started. Annabel’s gagged protest was virtually incoherent and wouldn’t be audible beyond a few yards. As the men had promised the thick wet cloth was ruthlessly effective. They had Annabel stomach down along the length of the back seat and one of the men was crouched over their prone victim binding her wrists at the small of her back whilst his accomplice sat across Annabel’s legs effectively pinning her.
Melanie looked thoughtfully at her friend. Annabel was crying now, despondency sweeping over her. It must have been the realisation that her wrists were now securely bound and there was now no escape.
‘Shop? You want to go shopping again?’ Melanie taunted, knowing full well Annabel was begging them to stop but with her pretty young mouth filled by the gag the pleading for them to “stop” had sounded like “shop”.
‘That’s her ankles done too,’ announced one of the men, ‘strap her in with the safety belts and let’s go.’
‘Annabel darling, you can go shopping later. Right now I’m taking you to have some fun. It’s wish fulfilment time.’
Annabel tried to ask what was going to happen to her but her words were no more than groans and moans that the gag made incoherent and well muffled.
‘Wait and see…’ Melanie blew her an insincere kiss, stood back from the door and then closed it. Annabel gazed up forlornly at the darkly tinted glass. A moment later and all the car doors were closed and the car was moving. They had strapped her onto the length of the back seat with the safety belts and the two men were sat in the front. Unbeknown to Annabel, Melanie had taken her friend’s car and was following behind.
At the house Melanie parked alongside the guy’s car and examined her friend’s shopping. The lingerie was gorgeous, Melanie conceded, glancing up to see Annabel being carried like some big game cat trophy by the two men into the house. Annabel, her arms still bound behind her back and her ankles tied together could do nothing more than curse in objection.
Once indoors Annabel gazed around her disconsolately. She was in a kitchen, large, expensively furnished and dominating the centre of the room was a large, stout oak table that seated eight people spaciously. The table now though was almost bare and the chairs drawn well clear of the sides. The only items on the table top were a black draw string cloth bag; some cord straps, what looked like numerous broad leather dog collars and what at first glance Annabel thought was a squash ball. Then as Annabel had time to think and assimilate what she was staring at she realised she was looking at wrist and ankle-cuffs and a ball-gag, the likes of which she’d seen on plenty of occasions when browsing websites for lingerie and sex toys. Fear tightened like a fist in the pit of her stomach as the two men dragged her across to the table.
Once her slender waist came into contact with the edge of the table she was then forced to bend face down over the table. Both men were tall, their bare arms powerfully muscled. They both exuded an air of ruthless physical strength. Annabel knew that once she was tied to the bench she would be at their mercy and they were certainly going to fuck her senseless. That Melanie was involved in this was a crumb of comfort. Forced belly down over the bench, her wrists were freed from behind her slender back but only so that her arms could be pulled tautly in front of her and her wrists bound to the far corners of the table. Belts were then bound around each of her legs the leather closing hard and tight around the softness of her thighs. The tie around her ankles was removed. She glanced around her as wave of despair washed over her. She jerked her arms but the wrist-cuffs held her arms at full stretch. The men were each side of her; they pulled on the thigh straps and her slender legs were drawn sideways then forced wide.
‘Uhhh…’ Annabel grunted through the gag.
Her thighs now spread the men fastened the straps to the bench legs. They then fastened cuffs around her ankles and these too were bound to the legs of the sturdy table over which she was held down. Hands pushed her little skirt up her rump and over the small of her back. Her dainty briefs were lifted clear of her smooth skin and subjected to scissors and the severed fabric discarded. Annabel twisted her head and glimpsed her naked and exposed rear thrust out and invitingly exposed. Standing behind her too was Melanie, smiling smugly as she watched Annabel being tethered to the bench by the men.
Annabel pulled her legs against the pressure of the belts but her thighs remained spread vulnerably wide. She jerked her arms frantically against the cuffs they’d bound around her wrists. The leather was snug about her slender wrists, the straps were broad and strong and her arms remained tautly spread-eagled.
The men slowed down now, relaxed and calm because they knew they had her at their mercy. There was no hurry; they wanted her sense of helplessness to build. A hand smoothed down her back and along her flank. She trembled. The hand caressed her pert arse. Annabel swallowed against the knot of fear that filled her throat and tightened in her stomach. One of the men stroked her hair affectionately. She was breathing fast. Her eyes looked up at him wide with fear. She felt him tighten his fingers in her mane of hair and then her head was drawn back. The other man showed her the ball-gag.
‘Your friend tells us you’re desperate for this?’