Jamie changes without problem, but then encounters the weirdos

Once in the dressing room, Jamie quickly changed into her sexy bikini. When she was done, she took a moment to admire herself in the mirror over the sink. She smiled in narcissistic pleasure as she inspected her proud, firm rack and the way it seemed to burst out of the scanty cups of her top. She then turned around and inspected her butt, highlighted rather than covered by the narrow cloth strap of her tiny thong bottom.

When her vain inspection was done, Jamie threw her shorts, tank top and flip-flops into her bag then went back out to the beach. The weird-looking men, four of them, were still standing around outside the dressing rooms, but they didn't seem to be a threat, apart from being a little creepy. Jamie paid no attention to them, and they didn't seem interested in her.

But she was wrong. As she walked past them, she heard one of them say, "That's a very pretty bikini you're wearing, miss. It looks awesome on your beautiful body."

Jamie stopped and looked at him. He was a little over six feet tall, and very skinny, with ugly plastic framed glasses and a pasty complexion. Not her sort of person at all. Nonetheless, Jamie decided to be polite; it couldn't hurt. "Thank you," she said with a mechanical smile.

"Of course, you'd look a lot better if you weren't wearing it."

"What?" Jamie said.

Before she could react, two of the men standing behind her snatched her bikini off her body, one taking the top, the other taking the bottom, and took off running.

"Hey!" Jamie said. She turned and ran after the men. She didn't realize that she dropped her beach-bag in her haste to chase the men. She also didn't realize that one of the other men picked it up and started following her.

The men ran over a small hill and into a grove of trees, with the naked and furious Jamie chasing them. She was young and fit, and angry, and she caught up with the men as they entered the treeline.

"Give me back my bikini," Jamie said. That was when one of the men coming up behind her tripped her.

Jamie fell hard onto the ground. Before she could get up, two of the men grabbed her arms, pulled them behind her back, and bound her wrists with her bikini top. Jamie fought as much as she could, and might have been able to deal with one of the, but, together, they were much stronger than she was, and she was unable to prevent them from tying her wrists very tightly.

"What are you doing," Jamie said, outraged. "You'll never get mmmph." Her words were muffled into incomprehensibility when one of the men shoved her bikini bottom into her mouth.

Jamie tried to plead with the men, and tugged futilely at her tightly bound wrists, as the men ripped her towel into several long strips. They used one of these strips as a gag, tying it between her teeth and knotting it securely in back of her head. They used other strips to bind her elbows, her ankles and her knees. Then they used more strips of her towel to bind her arms to her body.

The whole time, Jamie screamed and cursed at the men, or, rather tried to. Because of her gag, she could make no legible sounds. All she could manage was a sort of muffled grunting protest. The four creepy men ignored her anyway.

Then suddenly, they were gone. Just like that, they left Jamie, alone, naked, bound, gagged. Looking around, Jamie realized that they had taken her beach-bag with them.

When the men were gone, and she was alone, Jamie struggled with her bonds. She did so for quite a long time, only stopping because she was starting to get tired. She was frustrated; she hadn't realized how tightly she could be bound with her own bikini and a towel.

What could she do? Jamie thought. Was wasn't certain she could get free by herself, so she would have to try something else. Could she wait for rescue; would someone find her? Or should she hop back down to the beach like this and find someone who would help a hottie in distress?