Blackmail: Try to make your way home without help.

From Create Your Own Story

Being a young teenage girl is tough!

You look around, trying to figure out which way to go. Before you have a chance to move, you hear a clicking sound and feel something metallic press against the back of your neck. It's a circle of hard metal.

"Don't try and be a hero, bitch," comes a voice in your ear. "My partner is covering me even if you move fast enough to get this gun away, which I doubt you can."

Forget moving fast. You're too scared to move at all. Your arms are drawn behind you and your wrists tied together with something soft but strong. Hands propel you back into the basement you just emerged from.

"This nerd your boyfriend?" comes a voice. "Dispose of him." You're shoved to the ground. You see what looks like a man and a woman, masked and with guns drawn.

BANG!

The noise of the shot echoes in the basement. T falls to the ground, dead before his body hits the floor. The woman retrieves the spent casing.

"Strip her," she tells her male partner. The man slices off your skirt and panties with a knife. The woman searches the basement and destroys both your cell phone and T's.

"Tie her down." Your legs are spread and you're bound securely to the couch.

The next couple of hours are spent with the couple abusing your body for their pleasure. The man fucks your pussy and ass, but doesn't cum in you. The woman makes you suck her strap on before pounding your cunt from behind. The man is apparently fucking her from behind as she does so.

Finally, they finish. "Gag her," the woman says, and the man fashions what's left of your shirt into a gag. You're still bound to the couch with your wrists tied behind your back.

"Burn the body," the woman instructs. T's body is removed from the basement and they leave. You're bound, gagged and scared. Because of the masks, you didn't get a good look at either the man or the woman.

More importantly, how are you supposed to get out of here?




Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.

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