sex in the middle of the road and began to think about how to proceed. On the one hand, you can sit out here, wait for another car and ask the borrow phone to call Vlad. However, if any man finds me in the shower in the nude, then another rape cannot be avoided. And if they will be two or three? Soon the dawn and the probability of all this increases. Can he walk to his habitable places on his own two feet and steal at least some rag to wrap in?

I made up my mind and left my refuge ... Yes, so unfortunate! As soon as I moved away from the toilet room, as if on a platform, several motorcycles jumped out, roaring with engines. My legs buckled - there were four of them! Yes, even the two were sitting behind the girl!

I was shocked by the fact that I was once again caught in the wrong shape, frozen in a pillar in the middle of an open space, as if purposely showing off their charms, and when I came to my senses, it was too late: the bikers were already spinning around on their atrocious motorcycles.

Finally they stopped, encircling me with a ring and making it impossible to escape.

Where do you run on heels or barefoot in the woods? - cheer Natasha. - Better get ready for the next series of adventures in the nude!

Rockers in bandanas with skulls, black jackets with fringe and stripes “Steppe soldiers” did not hesitate to look at my body, despite the fact that I was trying to hide behind their obsessive looks with palms and elbows.

- Well, here is a gift from the local lands! Let's write a girl for four?

I prepared for the inevitable, but then one of the girls in a similar biker outfit jumped:

- Well, no, you two - it seems like with friends! Pick up something else from this whore!

The second “bachelor”, trying to penetrate the gaze under my palms covering the elastic flesh, snapped:

- Well, then - for two!

- Yeah, right now ... You will fuck, and we watch?

- And while you can have sex with your chicks ...

- No, that won't do! The woman is painfully good, it will envy us ...

- Wait! - cried the second "chick" ...

I stood, feeling that I was moistening again from only one situation - I was standing naked, and the males gathered around, not hesitating to consider me, arguing at the same time how to use me - together or four together ...

Meanwhile, the second girl was broadcasting:

- Have you forgotten that Vedmed is already in the city? And is his birthday today? So give him this slut! Hike neat, not shabby ... a gift will fit ...

- And what an idea! I just here stole a piece of transparent fabric, also we will pack a present, gee-gee ...

I am relieved, and Natashka sighed with disappointment - right now they will not rape me, but in the city you can escape and somehow get to Vlad.

But it turned out to be not so simple: my legs were tied up, my arms were tied behind my back, and then wide bows were nailed to the bust and ass. Alas, the fabric was transparent, and all my charms — and the fullness of the breast, and the darkening bulging nipples, and the cleft at the bottom of the pubis — were completely distinguishable, not to mention the buttocks. The one wrapped with just one layer of fabric was surely in full view ...

After my packaging, as a gift to an unknown Vedmed, I was seated in a wheelchair, which turned out to be adapted to one of the motorcycles, and we set off.

It was already dawn when we arrived at the gas station, where Vedmed was waiting for the rest of the bikers. Cars and passersby appeared on the street, even if they were hurrying along their early business a little to the side. But still, I am terrified, and Natashka, with delight, argued whether they would give me to my friend right here in the open and viewed space.

The bikers stopped a little away from the gas station and began to confer about something, and I looked with trepidation at the person sitting back in the summer open-air cafe to whom they were going to give me something like a thing. As far as could be judged from a distance of 50 meters, he was hefty, like a real bear. Unlike the rest, he was wearing a sleeveless vest, revealing thick, pumped up arms, almost completely covered in tattoos. True, as far as was evident, he did not have such an attribute of a power biker, like a stomach ... Besides, Vedmed was bald, and when he turned his head, a robber red beard and black glasses on the face of the face were visible.

My captors finally finished the meeting, and one of them, going up to the wheelchair in which my gift body was, said:

- We want to make Vedmedy a surprise. Now we will bring you to him, he is still deaf after a concussion, and you will offer yourself, and we will take it all off to the phone. I really want to pozyrit on his face when he gets such a luxurious gift.

I wanted to resist such humiliation, but who would ask me! Two bikers easily pulled me out of the stroller and quickly carried my hands to the canopy of the cafe. On the way, I was still instructed, but I barely perceived it, in panic peering into passing cars and people wandering in the distance: would they not see bikers on their hands like an amazingly folded brown-haired woman wrapped only in a semi-transparent fabric with bows at different places? Maybe they won't pay attention? ... Alas, it was obvious that one of the passersby raised his hand with a black rectangle ... I groaned with despair, and my dark angel cooshed:

Well, here: be you a star of YouTube!

Meanwhile, they put me on my feet behind Vedmed’s back, on which it was written “If you read this inscription, it means that my bitch fell off the bike”, and Natasha giggled:

You are his bitch now, so make sure no one reads this inscription.

And I was in a daze standing with my arms and legs tied and wondering how I could get Vedmed's attention. And the fact that it would have to be done did not leave doubts - at last they whispered to me: “If you don’t do it, as they said, we’ll let go in a circle”

Burning from the humiliation that I have to do this, I jumped a little step forward, almost falling off my tall heels onto the man’s broad back. And what should I do next? It was necessary, crushing a huge bow over the bust, to stick with the breast, feeling how sweetly the nipples whipped along the rather hard chiffon. I pushed through to the perineum, but maybe not even because of the swollen nipples, but because of the feeling of helplessness that I attract the attention of a man in this way.

The Vedmed turned and raised an eyebrow complacently over the edge of his glasses, as if he had not been disturbed by a practically naked, bound, luxurious woman. I rattled, with an effort recalling the instructions:

- Your brothers congratulate you on your birthday, wish you either bumps or a rod and give you to me. I am your present, enjoy your health!

- Great gift! - Vedmed boomed thick bass and suddenly grabbed my chest. I howled because it seemed to me that, in spite of the chiffon that clothed the bust, my flesh would now splash a huge paw between the fingers. - Nishtyak! I like! Turn around and bend down.

I carried out the order, trying not to look in the direction of the street, where before that the flying cars were now trudging like a dead traffic jam.

I think in YouTube today there will be a lot of commercials with you in the lead role.

I wanted to scream at the dark angel who had gagged in my jokes, but instead squealed into my voice — Vedmed, not caring about my feelings, lifted the edge of the cloth and sharply inserted a finger into the vagina. Several forward movements, and my body responded quite unequivocally - it vibrated, rapid breathing escaped from my throat, my ass obligingly swore upwards, and my hips swung a couple of times from side to side ...

- Set off, definitely, - I heard the roar from behind. - And wet, and hot, you’ll probably have great fun!

Damn-damn-damn, what am I so dragged something? I am examined, tested, as if the goods in the shop window, tied, packaged in gift wrapping, and even in front of everyone, and I'm so rudely excited .... Read more →