Nicole sauntered across the park toward the exit. It had been a wonderful day ; the sun was shining, the breeze light and refreshing, and the eccentric of day she wished she could savor more often.

It started when she woke this morning and looked at her alarm clock 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 unadulterated way to set about her much needed vacation.

Naked, she got out of her bed and walked to the can, stopping to enjoy the view in her full length mirror. Though liking what she saw, a bit of a grimace crossed her case as she stare at her 34B chest. She wondered how she would look with a 36B or a 34C bust and had considered getting an augmentation but was worried it would count awkward in direct contrast to her 22"waist. She liked her pelvic girdle, a nice 32 ”, not so large as to bug out below her waist nor so modest they didn't seem to exist. Besides, from behind, they were nicely accentuate but her firm little ass. Her peg were well toned, not powerful, but not penny-pinching either, but never looked quite right unless, slipping on a yoke of 2"heels,"Perfect."She thought admiring the curve of her thighs, calves and ankles. Satisfied she could still be found attractive, she continued on her way to the john to ‘ refresh up ’.

She brought her bathrobe with her as she exit the bathroom, but after taking one More admiring face into the mirror, she threw the gown on her bed and, still naked but for her shoes, went for breakfast. Over her goner and coffee berry, 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 boss, not to mention all the prude in her neighborhood, would disapprove so, finishing her breakfast, she went to her closet and put on her unclouded and skimpiest sundress.

Exiting the house, she bask in the affectionateness of the sun and walked along the sidewalk toward the park.

"You really should lock up your door, you know,"it was Widow metalworker, her neighbor,"aren't you worried about stealer ?"

"No, Mrs. David Smith,"Nicole answered,"the neighborhood watch is so ripe here, I'm trusted all I have is safe."

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

Nicole just smiled, said her good-byes and walked the four blocks to the city park.

The commons was huge, spate of resort area for children, nautical mile of walking trails, baseball and soccer and cricket study, and, most importantly to Nicole, benches, benches everywhere.

Nicole smiled and hummed as she traverse the park at a leisurely tread heading for her favorite bench. She was in no haste, she enjoyed the feeling of her nipples being rubbed by the dress, she felt moments of excitement as the breeze occasionally blew up her dress to kiss her unprotected privates, and she enjoyed the heat energy of the sun slowly tanning her legs.

Reaching the bench she sought, she removed her wearing apparel. She hated tan line of credit and, knowing this bench was far enough away from the walking path and play areas, here she could sunbathe undisturbed. She lay face down on the Bench and started to giggle thinking that the sun was shining where the old saying said it don't. She loved the feeling of the sun on her rear and ass, and even loved the flavor of the child's play sliding up her legs and across her kitty more. Sharing these two sensations washing over her physical structure, she reached down and started to fiddle with her clit, slowly pinching at first, than scraping across it with a fingernail, and finally long hard strokes with an indicator finger until fulfilment. She slowed the rubbing down, enjoying the final examination throb between her legs as she massage them away before turning over to tan her front.

Her straits snapped up suddenly checking her body, she had fallen asleep and didn't know for how prospicient. ‘ The last thing I need is to spend the following few day with sunburn mammilla, ‘ she thought, ‘ although it would be an excuse to stay naked, but the opinion of my nipple peeling, or my ... ?'Deciding not to have any more chances of falling asleep, Nicole decided it was time to leave. She draped her attire over one articulatio humeri, 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 noises that would suggest one of the playing arena was being used to find when, or if, she should put her dress on, and hearing cipher, she threw the dress over the other shoulder joint and continued on her way.

Nearing the end of her leisurely naked walking, Nicole could see the parking lot just ahead, empty 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 sloping trough door to the van was open. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone, raising her oddity, so she went to the van to look inside, calling ‘ howdy"every few steps. Close enough to the van, Nicole put a hand on the vehicle and started to slant forward to take a peek inside when some kind of cloth was wrapped around her face. Before she could move back, a pair of hands grabbed her by the elbows pulling her limb behind her backrest and leaning her into the vehicle. Seconds after her elbow were pinned ; a third yoke of hands took her by the ankles and lifted her into the van, face down on the flooring of the payload area.

No Sooner was she on the story when the van side door slammed shut. Her kidnappers worked as a team, the first tying the cloth behind her promontory, the second was tying her carpus together above her heading and affixing them to the back of the van, a third tying one articulatio talocruralis to a fixture on the floor of the van while a fourth tied her other ankle to something highschool ( the ceiling ? ) and Nicole started to skin harder as she felt a hand started playing with her exposed slit.

Once she was firmly secured, Nicole felt her dress being raised until it passed by her hands leaving her as exposed as possible. Helplessly bound and blindfolded, Nicole started to panic, trying to ascertain a means to escape, when a set of hands turned her foreland so she faced away from the floor. As one set of script held her head still, a indorsement set of helping hand rolled up the cloth covering her brass to just below the nose.

Thinking this might be her sole chance, Nicole took a deep intimation hoping her screams might draw somebody's attention, but before she could exhale her supplication, her mouth was covered by bod and she heard the Holy Writ ‘ lick ’. She kept her mouth closed refusing to pleasure her antagonist, but when the system of weights on her face shifted and two set of fingernails started to pierce her titmouse, she concede to the commands. Just as Nicole's tongue started to fondle the twat over her mouth, she felt one leg slide behind her, one leg slide along her stomach and suddenly she was being scissored.

"I'm being raped by woman,"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 thoughts were broken by the fingernails at her tits again and she realized in her scare she had stopped licking, she began again, this sentence 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 circumstances, and she had to accept it. She felt her rapists clit pounding against hers and it almost caused her to orgasm as well, but she refused to afford the squawk the atonement at felt vindicated knowing she denied her that atonement. No Oklahoman had the wooden leg been removed from around her eubstance then tresses of tomentum slid along the lower of her leg and a mouth pressed against her pelvis.

The mouth was good, real number unspoiled. Within s Nicole stopped licking, she was panting to heavy to use her mouth for anything else, she started to quiver and groan as she fought the itch to resign until her sleeveless attempts to protest were broken by the unrelenting torments of the invading tongue.

"Oh God yes."Nicole groan as the kitty-cat was raised from her mouth,"Yes, yes, oh shtup yes."She went mute as her trunk attempted to contort within the confines of her ski binding, her musculus clench, her articulatio genus bending together as much as possible ( which wasn't much ), her fingers and toes clenched and her face knack toward her chest hitting the genitals hovering above her. Endless seconds passed before the mouth released her crotch and her body fell limp, only to have her mouth kissed by a snatch, and another clit rubbing hers as she heard the fomite starting line. She felt the movement of being driven as she licked a pussy to orgasm, only to have it replaced by another, and another. She, herself, came several more clock time from the versatile clits rubbing hers by the time the fomite and the sexual Assault stopped.

She felt her binding being released as a dyad of script took the covering from her oculus."Happy Birthday."the four charwoman, all friends of hers, shouted.

"What the fucking ?"Nicole shouted.

"Well,"one of the women explained,"you are always telling us, especially when imbibing, that you sometimes fantasize about being raped, a fancy most women have, so, for your birthday, we let you live your fantasies."

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

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

"postponement,"Nicole shouted after them,"grant 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 surely no one was around, made a dash for her house, covering what she could of herself with her hands, sword lily she didn't take Mrs. Smith's hint about locking the door.

Entering the house, she quickly turned around, closed the door and locked it sighing with relief before an ear shocking ‘ surprisal'caused her to move around around to see about eight cleaning lady, her usual pick-ups at the lesbian bar she frequently visited, standing in her living room, all completely bare except for the strap-ons they were wearing.

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

"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth 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. Ian Smith explained,"Oh, this"she said stroking the plastic head of the phallus,"a left over from conjoin life, my tardily Jerry used to enjoy a piffling ... variety, just to keep things interesting. Never had a luck to use it with another woman though until now so, like all your friends here, I was hoping to make for certain you had one snake pit of a fucking birthday political party and put this baby to use. ”