Nicole Gets Chained To A Picnic Table

You all pile into Sarah's mom's minivan and drive out to a camp sight at the edge of town. There's a nervous energy to the group, with you and all of your accomplices talking about whether Nicole will cum or not and how loose her asshole is going to be after 20 cocks have ripped her open. Nicole sits in the back silently staring out the window, letting out an occasional sniffle and trying to hide the tears occasionally streaking down her cheeks.

Once you're at the camp sight you all pile out, finding it completely empty, an unsurprising fact given that it's the off season. "So are we going to use the van?" Nicole asks.

"Fuck no!" Sarah snaps. "My mom is going to kill me if we bring it back and its full of cum stains again."

"Again?" You laugh, which just makes Sarah grin sheepishly.

Frowning Nicole whimpers, "Then where will we...do it."

"Don't worry, I have an idea." Miranda says, digging through Sarah's bag of supplies. "Boys, would you mind putting her face down on that picnic table over there?"

Without hesitation you and Matt grab her arms and lift the light girl off her feet, whisking her over towards the table. "Wait, please." Nicole whines, losing her courage as she's manhandled but her begging is once again ignored.

In her new position Miranda and Sarah tie her wrists to the attached benches. She's bent over, feet dangeling a few inches above the ground, face and chest pressed against the wooden table. The short dress pulls up just enough for her panties to be visible and conforms tightly to her ass, making look incredibly appealing. "Look good boys?" Miranda asks.

"Incredible." You answer instantly, completely corrupted by your lust and new found sadism.

Then, as Sarah puts a bottle of lube on the table next to Nicole, the first carload of horny football players arrive in a pickup truck, the four in the bed announcing their arrival with hoops and hollers.