The maintenance men take advantage of you

From Create Your Own Story

Status: Topless & Bound

The men gape at you.

"What happened to you?" the taller of them says. "How did you get in here?"

You shake your head and moan into your gag.

The man grins sheepishly. "Sorry. Let me get that." He pulls the gag out of your mouth.

You lick your lips, cough once or twice, then tell him the entire story, holding nothing back. So pleased are you to be safe again that you fail to notice the way the two men are exchanging glances.

When you finish talking, the shorter of the two men, who is about fifty, heavyset and balding, says, "Sounds like you've had a bad couple of days."

You nod. "Yes, I have."

"Too bad for you things aren't going to get any better."

"What?" you say, alarmed for the first time. You've just realized the men haven't untied you yet.

For answer, the taller man yanks your bikini bottom off.

"Hey! What do you think you're mmmmf."

The quickly shoves your bikini bottom into your mouth, pushing it deep, then reties the gag, making sure it's even tighter than before.

You mmmmf into your gag as the shorter man walks around behind you and tightens your bonds. When that's done, the taller man says, "Sorry, honey. This is just too good to resist."

"Mmmmm" The men ignore your protests. They both take off their overalls.

The taller man goes first, fucking you hard while the shorter man fondles your breasts. Then they switch, and the shorter man takes turn.

When they're done, the men put their coveralls back on. The shorter takes a roll of tape out of a pocket. He uses the tape to bind your ankles and knees to the pole, then wraps some around your body and behind the pole.

"We'll keep you here for a while," the taller man says. "You'll be safe. We'll put a padlock on the door."

"Mmmmmm!"

"We'll be back later. For now, we have to decide if we're going to keep you to ourselves, or share you with some friends."

The two men leave the booth, shutting the door behind them. Click. They fasten the padlock. You listen as their footsteps and their voices fade.

You struggle with your bonds for a while, but finally realize it's hopeless. You're even more tightly bound then before, and even more securely gagged.

All you can do is wait for the men to come back.

Finally, after hours, you hear the sound of the padlock being removed.

You wait to see who it is.

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