Meeting your Kidnappers.

You try to fight yourself free, but you’re out numbered. There are the two large men who dragged you into the van then there is another guy in the back, the driver is female, and beside her you see a beautiful blonde in the passenger seat. One of the men **** burlap sack over your head, then they handcuff you to a bar on the side of the van.

“Who are you people!” you demand, but the sound of your voice is muffled by the sack on your head.

You take a deep breath, finding it increasingly hard to breathe through the material. The van jerks to the left then to the right as it speeds through the night streets. After what you judge as a half hour, the van comes to a complete stop. There is silence for a few seconds, then you hear the van’s occupants talking amongst themselves. You hear one of them say something about your pants, then you feel hands grabbing at you. Your belt is quickly pulled loose and tossed aside. Then the hands are on your pants, the zipper is pulled down then your pants are jerked down around your ankles. You feel those hands return to your boxers, and they work quickly to pull them down too.

Suddenly the sack is ripped from your head and everything comes into view. The 5 kidnappers are kneeling around you, shoulder to shoulder. Your eyes scan the men, then focus more on the women. The woman you saw driving the van is a sassy looking redhead. She has long flowing red hair, pretty green eyes, a slim figure with big perky breasts. The other woman who was riding shotgun has medium length blonde hair, she is a little taller than the redhead and has a very athletic, tanned body. Your eyes notice her breasts too, you estimate that the woman wears a b cup bra.

“I’m up here,” says the blonde pointing to her face. It was pretty clear that you were starring at her tits.

“Ugh… sorry,” you tell her.

“So here’s the deal,” she starts, “we are rescuing you from Dr. Jones and that tramp Signora Rodriguez. My name is Brianna, and this is Trixie,” she motions to the redhead. “Who we are isn’t important right now. You have been implanted with a tracking device, it was inserted into your penis,” says Trixie.

“Oh shit, what’s going to happen to me?” you asked a little frightened.

“Nothing, but we need to get the tracking device out of you right away. Otherwise they will find us and it will be the end of all our freedoms,” answers Brianna. “Now listen carefully…” she pauses, “there is only one way to get the tracker out.”

You are scared to hear the answer, but interested at the same time. “How?” you ask.

“It has to be sucked out by a mouth,” says Trixie, “which one of us do you want to handle this task?” she asked.

Trixie, the foxy redhead?
Brianna, the gorgeous blonde?
One of the dudes?