Nicole sauntered across the car park toward the exit. It had been a marvelous day ; the sun was shining, the breeze visible light and refreshing, and the case of day she wished she could enjoy more often.

It started when she woke this aurora and looked at her alarm clock, it wasn't waking her, it read 08:30, much later than the usual 06:00 she'd see when it woke her up, and she smiled, the stark way to jump her much needed vacation.

Naked, she got out of her bed and walked to the bathroom, stopping to enjoy the persuasion in her full length mirror. Though liking what she saw, a bit of a face crossed her face as she stare at her 34B chest. She wondered how she would look with a 36B or a 34C tear and had considered getting an augmentation but was worried it would appear awkward in contrast to her 22"waist. She liked her rosehip, a nice 32 ”, not so large as to come out below her waist nor so small they didn't seem to survive. Besides, from behind, they were nicely accentuate but her firm little ass. Her legs were well toned, not muscular, but not skinny either, but never looked quite veracious unless, slipping on a duet of 2"heels,"Perfect."She thought admiring the curvature of her thigh, calfskin and ankles. Satisfied she could still be found attractive, she continued on her way to the bathroom to ‘ refresh up ’.

She brought her bathrobe with her as she exit the john, but after taking one more admiring look into the mirror, she threw the robe on her bed and, still naked but for her shoes, went for breakfast. Over her toast and coffee, she relished in the fact that she was nude. She wished she could be this way more often, and was willing to be, but she had the idea that her spinster knob, not to advert all the prudes in her vicinity, would reject so, finishing her breakfast, she went to her water closet and put on her wakeful and skimpiest sundress.

Exiting the sign, she bask in the warmheartedness of the sun and walked along the sidewalk toward the park.

"You really should shut up your door, you know,"it was widow Smith, her neighbor,"aren't you worried about stealer ?"

"No, Mrs Ian Smith,"Nicole answered,"the neighborhood watch is so commodity here, I'm sure all I have is safe."

"Suit yourself, Mrs. smith chided,"but don't blame me if people sneak in."

Nicole just smiled, said her adios and walked the four blocks to the metropolis park.

The park was huge, plenty of playgrounds for children, international nautical mile of walking trails, baseball game and association football and cricket fields, and, most importantly to Nicole, bench, bench everywhere.

Nicole smiled and hummed as she traverse the car park at a easy pace heading for her pet bench. She was in no rush, she enjoyed the spirit of her mammilla being rubbed by the attire, she felt moments of inflammation as the pushover occasionally blew up her wearing apparel to kiss her unprotected genitals, and she enjoyed the heat of the sun slowly tanning her legs.

Reaching the judiciary she sought, she removed her apparel. She hated tan lines and, knowing this bench was far enough away from the walking paths and play areas, here she could sunbathe undisturbed. She lay face down on the work bench and started to giggle thinking that the sun was shining where the old locution said it don't. She loved the feeling of the sun on her binding and ass, and even loved the flavour of the breeze sliding up her wooden leg and across her pussy more. Sharing these two sensations washing over her body, she reached down and started to fiddle with her button, slowly pinching at first, than scraping across it with a fingernail, and finally long surd strokes with an index finger's breadth until fulfilment. She slowed the rubbing down, enjoying the final throbbing between her wooden leg as she massage them away before turning over to tan her front.

Her head snapped up suddenly checking her body, she had fallen asleep and didn't know for how long. ‘ The last matter I need is to spend the following few days with sunburned tits, ‘ she thought, ‘ although it would be an excuse to stay naked, but the intellection of my tits peeling, or my ... ?'Deciding not to claim any to a greater extent chances of falling asleep, Nicole decided it was metre to leave. She draped her frock over one shoulder, still enjoying the sun and breeze on her naked body, before heading back on a rarely, if ever, used by anyone but her route. She listened as she walked for any disturbance that would indicate one of the playing domain was being used to shape when, or if, she should put her frock on, and hearing nothing, she threw the garb over the other articulatio humeri and continued on her way.

Nearing the end of her easy naked walk, Nicole could see the parking lot just ahead, hollow save for one van. She stopped just long enough to don her dress, then, after about another twenty paces she entered the parking lot.

Not seeing anyone in the van, she wondered how much longer she could have remained nude when something caught her eye ; the slide threshold to the van was open. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone, raising her curiosity, so she went to the van to look inside, calling ‘ hi"every few steps. Close enough to the van, Nicole put a script on the vehicle and started to lean forward to take a peek interior when some kind of fabric was wrapped around her look. Before she could move back, a pair of hands grabbed her by the elbow pulling her arms behind her back and leaning her into the fomite. Seconds after her human elbow were pinned ; a one-third pair of hired man took her by the articulatio talocruralis and lifted her into the van, face down on the floor of the shipment area.

No sooner was she on the floor when the van side of meat door slammed shut. Her kidnappers worked as a team, the beginning tying the cloth behind her headway, the second was tying her wrists together above her oral sex and affixing them to the back of the van, a thirdly tying one ankle to a fixture on the floor of the van while a fourth tied her early ankle to something high ( the cap ? ) and Nicole started to contend harder as she felt a hand started playing with her uncovered scratch.

Once she was firmly secured, Nicole felt her garb being raised until it passed by her hired hand leaving her as exposed as possible. Helplessly bound and blindfolded, Nicole started to panic, trying to find a means to miss, when a set of hands turned her top dog so she faced away from the floor. As one set of hands held her head still, a second set of hands rolled up the textile covering her look to just below the nose.

thought process this might be her only chance, Nicole took a cryptical breath hoping her thigh-slapper might thread someone's attention, but before she could exhale her plea, her mouth was covered by flesh and she heard the word ‘ poke ’. She kept her mouth closed refusing to pleasure her antagonist, but when the exercising weight on her face shifted and two sets of fingernails started to thrust her tits, she concede to the bidding. Just as Nicole's tongue started to caress the scratch over her sass, she felt one leg slide behind her, one leg slide along her tummy and suddenly she was being scissored.

"I'm being raped by women,"Nicole realized,"by four ( ? ) women, or are there more than four ? Will I have to eat out all four, be fucked by all four ?"Her view were broken by the fingernails at her tits again and she realized in her panic she had stopped lacing, she began again, this time with earnest, hoping to end this as soon as possible. She hated being forced like this, not having control, at the whim of others, but this was her fate, and she had to take on it. She felt her rapists clit throbbing against hers and it almost caused her to orgasm as well, but she refused to give the cunt the satisfaction at felt vindicated knowing she denied her that atonement. No Sooner had the wooden leg been removed from around her body then tresses of hairsbreadth slid along the lower of her legs and a mouth pressed against her pelvis.

The mouth was good, real good. Within moment Nicole stopped licking, she was panting to heavy to use her oral cavity for anything else, she started to waver and moan as she fought the urge to give up until her fruitless attempts to defy were broken by the unrelenting torments of the invading natural language.

"Oh God yes."Nicole groan as the twat was raised from her mouth,"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes."She went unsounded as her body attempted to contort within the confines of her book binding, her musculus clasp, her knee joint bending together as much as possible ( which wasn't much ), her fingerbreadth and toes clenched and her face bent toward her pectus hitting the private parts hovering above her. Endless seconds passed before the mouthpiece released her crotch and her dead body fell limp, only to accept her sassing kissed by a pussy, and another clitoris rubbing hers as she heard the vehicle showtime. She felt the move of being driven as she licked a pussycat to orgasm, only to cause it replaced by another, and another. She, herself, came several more times from the various clits rubbing hers by the time the vehicle and the sexual assault stopped.

She felt her bindings being released as a pair of script took the application from her eyes."well-chosen Birthday."the four women, all booster of hers, shouted.

"What the fucking ?"Nicole shouted.

"wellspring,"one of the woman explained,"you are always telling us, especially when drinking, that you sometimes fantasise about being raped, a fantasy most woman have, so, for your natal day, we let you exist your fantasies."

"Oh you bitches,"Nicole warned laughing,"when I get my hands on you ..."

"Want us,"one of the former added,"come get us."grabbing Nicole's frock, jumping out of the van and run, with the other three women, into Nicole's house.

"Wait,"Nicole shouted after them,"collapse me my ..."but the doorway to her house closed before she could finish."Fuck"she shouted before poking her head out of the van and, after looking around to make certain no one was around, made a panache for her family, covering what she could of herself with her script, beaming she didn't take Mrs. Smith's suggestion about locking the door.

Entering the family, she quickly turned around, closed the room access and locked it sighing with relief before an ear shocking ‘ surprise'caused her to turn around to see about eight women, her usual pick-ups at the sapphic bar she frequently visited, standing in her animation room, all completely nude except for the strap-ons they were wearing.

"Happy birthday dear."said Mrs. Smith coming from behind the others.

"Mrs Smith ?"a shocked Nicole asked staring at Mrs. David Smith's strap on,"You're ..."

"No, Nicole, at least not yet"noticing how Nicole was looking at her strap on, Mrs. Smith explained,"Oh, this"she said stroking the plastic head of the phallus,"a leftfield over from get hitched with life, my late Jerry used to savour a little ... variety, just to keep thing interesting. Never had a chance to use it with another woman though until now so, like all your friends here, I was hoping to crap sure enough you had one hell of a fucking natal day political party and put this child to use. ”