Chapter 8
by CAboy1
HOw does Heather's day get worse from here?
Two men arrive
Heather helplessly struggled against her bonds but they were too tight. Slowly, she began to cry. After what seem like forever she heard people walking towards her. She was conflicted at first, she was frightened that people would see her like this. Then she realized that there was nothing she could do about it.
She heard voices before she could see anyone. “Whoa, dude, look at this. A chick taped and bound to a street lamp,” a male voice said.
“Damn, you don’t see that every day,” another male voice replied.
Heather saw the two men walk into her view. They were wearing jogging pants and t-shirts, and sweating from having recently exercised. One was tall and blonde, the other was only slightly shorter with black hair. The blonde looked at his buddy and said, “Cool, look at the sign. Fuck me as much as you want to. This slut must have one of those public sex fetishes. Always wanted to try that.”
Heather desperately shook her head, how could anyone believe that. Why would anyone do that? They can’t believe that about me, can they? She tried to shake her head but they didn’t seem to notice.
The black haired man looked at the sign and then at Heather. After a moment her pulled the tape off her chest and started fondling her breast. “Nice tits, I will give the slut that.”
“Her legs are nice too,” the other man said. “I wonder how she likes it.”
“Let’s ask,” he replied, and tore the tape off Heather’s mouth.
Quickly, Heather said, “Please you have to help me, I was robbed and they took everything including my clothes. Then I came up her chasing a boy who took some pictures and then someone tripped me and tied me up her. Please help me, I am not some slut with a thing for public sex.”
“Dude, that is a sad story,” the blonde man said. “I was looking forward to some sex.”
“It is a sad story, sounds like you had a really bad day,” the other man replied.
“Please you have to help me,” Heather begged.
“We don’t have to do anything. In fact we could do anything, considering the sign around your neck. No we don’t have to help you.”
“Please, help me, I will do anything to get some help.”
“Dude, she said anything,” the blonde said.
“Yes, she did. So, do you really mean it?”
“Yes, please, yes,” Heather said, in desperation.
“Well, in that case, I will tell you what I want.”
What does he want?
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