Mitchel

As her scattered thoughts finally coalesced, the shock of identification struck at the exact same moment that Rachel proudly pulled away their blindfolds. As light from the room streamed in to overwhelm Tanya's eyes, she squinted through the searing brightness to see a familiar figure bound to a chair in front of her.

The man looked back at her in similarly shocked recognition. "Tanya?!" Mitchell said, as his own eyes adjusted to having a blindfold removed without warning. In front of him, he was stunned to see his girlfriend bound in tape, gagged, and sporting degrading words plastered over her breasts and tummy, with only a tiny and inappropriate bra to provide anything approaching modesty.

"What... what the hell are you doing dressed like that?! Why... why are you doing this?!"

'What am I doing?!' Tanya thought, wide-eyed in amazement as she tried to shout through the stifling restraints of the gag. 'How about you tell me what the hell you're doing here?! Why the fuck did you just say you loved being blown by a 'guy'?!'

As Tanya and Mitchell just sat back and stared in horror at having being "discovered" by the other in this way, Rachel began a long, cold and self-congratulatory laugh. The laugh echoed around the room, burning the ears of the couple she had in front of her.

"Oh my dear friends, the question isn't so much 'why are we doing this', but 'what fun are we going to have together from now on'!"

As Rachel dropped to knees and looked them both squarely in the eyes, she quietly added "... and we're going to have lots... and lots... and lots of fun..."

Even through the gag, Mitchell could hear Tanya gulp.