Men Leading A Crowd Of Bound & Leashed Women

A crowd of people marched down the park path. At the lead were four mean, all wearing the military like hunting gear that Nina had seen so many of the men, and some of the women, wearing. Had they been alone, the scene would not have been quite so strange.

But, they all had a number of chain leashes in their hands. Each leash led behind them to a nearly naked woman. The women all were totally nude, with except of the BDSM collars that the leashes were afixed too. Each of them had her arms cuffed behind her back by a pair of law enforcement-grade handcuffs. Their mouths were all filled with bright red ball gags to silence theme. The size and severity of the gags was so intense that drool ran freely out of their mouths, dripping on the pavement or their exposed breasts. Half of the men held four leashes while the other two held three, making for a total of fourteen naked women following along behind them.

The bound women were a menagerie of shapes and sizes. They ranged as old as their late thirties, to one or two who couldn't have been older then 18 or 19. Two or three had to be shorter then five foot. One was taller then the man who held her leash. She saw a black woman, an Indian woman, three Asian women, and two others with an olive skin toned that suggested they might be middle eastern or Latin American. They had different hair colors and styles, including down below. One of the girls was a redhead so freckled that a line of freckles ran from her shoulder blade all the way down to her feet. One of the asian girls kept her pubic hair in a bush so thick, that a cock could get lost in it without finding her pussy.

They were all joined in one factor. Their eyes were filled with fear and uncertainty. They didn't seem to be resisting their captors, but to a woman they all watched the men with **** uncertain eyes. A few of them were moving at a stow stumbling pace, but they were quickly corrected.

A fifth man stood behind the rest, holding in his hands a plastic wand. Nina was confused by what it was until he pressed it against the back of the thigh of the indian girl when she was starting to fall behind. Zap. One shock later, she was moving at a better pace. It was a cattle prod.

Who were these people and what were they doing? Nina wasn't sure if she walk up and ask them, or if she should run and hide.