The woman resting her bare knee against the side of your face pulls a pair of handcuffs from her belt. They are pink, the chain links are heart shaped, and the restraints themselves have ornate little flowers embedded into them. The laughs, dangling them in front of your face to humiliate you before she moves down, straddling your ass. One at a time, she pulls your wrists behind your back, the characteristic ratcheting sound of the handcuffs fastening your hands together. Triumphantly, she dons some latex gloves and begins to feel your chest and arms, patting you down as though giving you a quick search. You can feel your groin area expanding as the woman clutching your jewels begins to fondle you. She hops off, pulling a swiss army knife from her utility belt. She squats down so that her face is close to yours, then slips the blade of the knife into the collar of your shirt. She begins to cut it off as she speaks.
"Okay, why'd you run, hmmm? You out to make some trouble tonight?" She rips the remnants of your shirt from your body, then selects a serrated blade from the Swiss knife to saw through your belt. After cutting that, she pulls it through the belt loops and starts working on your pants.
"The--the bus broke down!" you say. "I was just walking home!" The woman shook her head.
"You can't be out this late alone," she says. "Where's your Mistress? Do you even have one?" She continues working on denuding you, slicing your pants down each of the seams, tossing them aside. She then cuts off and tosses away your underwear, leaving you completely nude except for your shoes and socks.
"I don't need no Mistress!" you sputter. "I don't need some woman telling me what to do!" She laughs at you, standing up.
"Well, now you're going to have lots of women telling you what to do." She addressed the other women. "Let's get him turned over. I want to see what he's got here."
They turn you over onto your back, continuing to hold down your legs so that you can't run. You squirm uncomfortably in the handcuffs, watching helplessly as your cock seems to expand to its full potential all on its own. You are naked surrounded by at least six women, all of whom are staring down at you. One of the women giggles slightly, then boldly extends her boot and starts to fondle your cock with it.
"That is a nice one!" she coos. "See how it bends back and everything? I think he likes us." The other women titter as the woman strokes you. She is an attractive olive skinned brunette, her wavy hair framing a pretty, wickedly grinning face and a tight petite body. You begin to squirm.
"what-what are you going to do?" You look at them, eyes widening a bit. They giggle, as if on cue.
"Well," the woman who cuffed you spoke, squatting down to stroke your face. "You ran from us and resisted us, so I'm afraid you will be going downtown with us without any clothes tonight. It's for your safety as well as ours." The other girl stops fondling your cock, then begins to disrobe.
"I'm going to fuck him first," the girl says, carefully removing her uniform, getting naked before your eyes. Your heart begins to pound, with your cock twitching at the mere sound of the words. The first woman pulls on your hair a bit.
"Leslee, he ran. We can't be rewarding that kind of behavior by fucking these bad boys when we get them!" Leslee just grinned, straddling your naked body, preparing to lower herself onto your manhood.
"Oh, it's not a reward, not in the least. I'm going to be the one fucking him hard, not the other way around!" |