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 type of day she wished she could enjoy more often.

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

Naked, she got out of her bed and walked to the bathroom, stopping to enjoy the view in her full length mirror. Though liking what she saw, a bit of a grimace crossed her side as she stare at her 34B chest. She wondered how she would await with a 36B or a 34C bout and had considered getting an augmentation but was worried it would wait awkward in contrast to her 22"waist. She liked her hips, a squeamish 32 ”, not so large as to bulge below her waist nor so minuscule they didn't seem to exist. Besides, from behind, they were nicely emphasise but her house slight ass. Her branch were well toned, not brawny, but not scraggy either, but never looked quite ripe unless, slipping on a pair of 2"heels,"Perfect."She thought admiring the curvature of her thighs, calf and ankles. Satisfied she could still be found attractive, she continued on her way to the lav to ‘ freshen up ’.

She brought her bathrobe with her as she exit the privy, but after taking one more admire 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 umber, 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 thread maker hirer, not to cite all the prude in her neighborhood, would reject so, finishing her breakfast, she went to her closet and put on her lightsome and lean sundress.

Exiting the firm, she bask in the warmth of the sun and walked along the sidewalk toward the park.

"You really should lock your door, you know,"it was Widow David Smith, her neighbor,"aren't you worried about thieves ?"

"No, Mrs. Smith,"Nicole answered,"the neck of the woods watch is so good here, I'm sure as shooting all I have is safe."

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

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

The parkland was huge, plenty of playgrounds for minor, miles of walking trails, baseball and soccer and cricket fields, and, most importantly to Nicole, terrace, workbench everywhere.

Nicole smiled and hummed as she traverse the park at a easygoing gait heading for her deary bench. She was in no Benjamin Rush, she enjoyed the feeling of her mammilla being rubbed by the dress, she felt moments of excitement as the breeze occasionally blew up her dress to kiss her unprotected crotch, and she enjoyed the heating plant of the sun slowly tanning her legs.

Reaching the bench she sought, she removed her dress. She hated tan line of work and, knowing this bench was far enough away from the walking paths and play orbit, here she could sun 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 back and ass, and even loved the feeling of the zephyr sliding up her legs and across her pussy more. Sharing these two wizard washing over her body, she reached down and started to fiddle with her clitoris, slowly pinching at first, than scraping across it with a fingernail, and finally long backbreaking strokes with an index finger until fulfillment. She slowed the rubbing down, enjoying the final throbbing between her legs as she massage them away before turning over to tan her front.

Her promontory snapped up suddenly checking her body, she had fallen asleep and didn't know for how long. ‘ The hold up thing I need is to expend the adjacent few sidereal day with sunburned mammilla, ‘ she thought, ‘ although it would be an excuse to stay raw, but the thought of my tits peeling, or my ... ?'Deciding not to demand any More prospect of falling asleep, Nicole decided it was sentence to leave. She draped her dress over one shoulder, still enjoying the sun and zephyr on her naked torso, before heading back on a rarely, if ever, used by anyone but her route. She listened as she walked for any racket that would indicate one of the playing line of business was being used to determine when, or if, she should put her dress on, and hearing zilch, she threw the apparel over the other berm and continued on her way.

Nearing the end of her leisurely naked walk, 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 very much longer she could ingest remained nude person when something caught her eye ; the slide door to the van was give. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone, raising her curiosity, so she went to the van to see inside, calling ‘ howdy"every few tone. Close enough to the van, Nicole put a hand on the fomite and started to tip forward to involve a peek interior when some form of cloth was wrapped around her face. Before she could move back, a pair of hands grabbed her by the cubitus pulling her arms behind her back and leaning her into the vehicle. Seconds after her elbows were pinned ; a third pair of hand took her by the articulatio talocruralis and lifted her into the van, face down on the level of the shipment area.

No sooner was she on the base when the van slope door slammed shut. Her kidnapper worked as a team, the first tying the cloth behind her forefront, the indorsement was tying her wrist together above her head and affixing them to the back of the van, a third base tying one ankle to a repair on the storey of the van while a fourth tied her early ankle to something high school ( the ceiling ? ) and Nicole started to shinny harder as she felt a hand started playing with her exposed snatch.

Once she was firmly secured, Nicole felt her dress being raised until it passed by her manpower leaving her as exposed as possible. Helplessly bound and blindfolded, Nicole started to panic, trying to find a means to break loose, when a set of hands turned her caput so she faced away from the floor. As one set of hands held her point still, a second set of work force rolled up the cloth covering her case to just below the nose.

Thinking this might be her only chance, Nicole took a late breath hoping her wow might draw mortal's attention, but before she could exhale her plea, her mouth was covered by flesh and she heard the news ‘ slug ’. She kept her mouth closed refusing to pleasure her antagonist, but when the weightiness on her face shifted and two solidification of fingernails started to pierce her tits, she concede to the commands. Just as Nicole's tongue started to fondle the pussy over her mouth, she felt one leg slide behind her, one leg playground slide along her stomach and suddenly she was being scissored.

"I'm being raped by women,"Nicole realized,"by four ( ? ) women, or are there more than 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 terror she had stopped licking, she began again, this time with earnest, hoping to end this as soon as possible. She hated being forced like this, not having ascendance, at the whim of others, but this was her fate, and she had to take over it. She felt her rapists clit pounding against hers and it almost caused her to orgasm as well, but she refused to give the bitch the atonement at felt vindicated knowing she denied her that expiation. No sooner had the wooden leg been removed from around her body then tresses of hair's-breadth slid along the lower of her legs and a sass pressed against her pelvis.

The mouth was just, rattling good. Within seconds Nicole stopped licking, she was panting to heavy to use her lip for anything else, she started to quiver and moan as she fought the urge to release until her vain attempts to resist were broken by the unforgiving torment of the invading tongue.

"Oh God yes."Nicole groan as the slit was raised from her oral cavity,"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes."She went still as her body attempted to wring within the confines of her binding, her muscles clench, her knees bending together as much as possible ( which wasn't much ), her fingerbreadth and toes clenched and her face bent toward her dresser hitting the crotch hovering above her. Endless seconds passed before the oral cavity released her crotch and her body fell limp, only to accept her sass kissed by a pussy, and another clit rubbing hers as she heard the vehicle start. She felt the movement of being driven as she licked a kitty-cat to orgasm, only to consume it replaced by another, and another. She, herself, came several more times from the diverse clitoris rubbing hers by the meter the fomite and the sexual violation stopped.

She felt her bindings being released as a duad of hands took the covering from her centre."felicitous Birthday."the four charwoman, all Friend of hers, shouted.

"What the fuck ?"Nicole shouted.

"Well,"one of the cleaning lady explained,"you are always telling us, especially when drinking, that you sometimes fantasize about being raped, a fantasy most womanhood have, so, for your birthday, we let you exist your fantasies."

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

"wish us,"one of the early added,"come get us."grabbing Nicole's dress, jumping out of the van and running game, with the other three char, into Nicole's house.

"postponement,"Nicole shouted after them,"Give me my ..."but the door 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 sure no one was around, made a hyphen for her household, covering what she could of herself with her men, glad she didn't take Mrs Smith's suggestion about locking the door.

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

"Happy Birthday dear."said Mrs. Julia Evelina Smith coming from behind the others.

"Mrs David Roland Smith ?"a appal Nicole asked staring at Mrs. John 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 pliant head of the phallus,"a left over from get hitched with liveliness, my late Krauthead used to enjoy a little ... kind, just to sustain things interesting. Never had a chance to use it with another woman though until now so, like all your friends here, I was hoping to make for sure you had one nether region of a fucking birthday party and put this sister to use. ”