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Chapter 8 by BronzePlaceWriter BronzePlaceWriter

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Time To Get Undressed

Natalie heard Stephanie gasp as the blindfolds were taken off them. The two of them were standing in an old warehouse, so they had to be on the outskirts of the city. That made sense; Natalie had thought the car journey was pretty long, but given how distracted she'd been, she hadn't known for sure.

"Are you okay, Nat?" Stephanie asked, as soon as the two of them could see again. "The sounds you were making. Did they touch you?"

"Y-yeah..." Natalie said, almost embarrassed by Stephanie's concern. "They teased my chest a little bit, but I'm fine. We're probably gonna take worse before this is over, so let's not get carried away with it now."

Stephanie nodded, the colour in her face had gone, and her skin was pale. Natalie was acutely aware of the glistening saliva which coated her nipples, showing just how much more than teasing had been done to her in the car. Thankfully, Stephanie didn't make a big deal of it.

The men came up behind them then. Natalie braced, but they only unlocked the handcuffs, allowing the women to move their arms freely again. Natalie winced, rubbing some life back into her wrists.

"Welcome to the secret base." The leader of the men said with a grin. "It's not much, I think you'll agree. Just an empty old warehouse. Yesterday, it was totally forgotten, and tomorrow, it will be as well. But tonight... ah, tonight it is important. You see, I have some associates coming in from out of country, and I promised to provide entertainment for them. But you see, the girls I got quit at the last moment. I was really in a bind up until I saw you two at that restaurant. I thought to myself, those are the girls you want. They've got the cute, innocent look that your clients will love, and they're already going to be hiding themselves from sight, so they'll be easy to take too!"

"And you know what? I was right."

He grinned at the two of them.

"Don't forget you promised to let us go." Natalie said.

"I will." The man responded. "When we've had our fun. I'm a man of my word, you see, and I promised you your freedom, hell, I'll even pay you for it. So long as you cooperate, anyway."

"What exactly do you want us to do?" Stephanie asked, a note of concern and trepidation in her voice. Yet Natalie sensed a rising arousal in her that nearly matched her own. The world had become sharper, as if the colours were more bright and vibrant, and she could feel her heart hammering. In that moment, she felt alive, like she rarely did except when she was on one of her adventures.

"That depends." The man said. "I haven't really thought that far ahead yet. But we'll know for sure in a minute. Before that, I need the two of you to strip totally."

"You want us naked?" Natalie gulped.

"That's right. Totally naked, the two of you. I want to see the sort of goods I am going to be putting on display."

Being described as ''goods'' was hardly flattering, but now probably wasn't the time to pursue the issue. Natalie looked at Stephanie, the two cousins sharing a half second of silent communication. Then, Natalie bent down, her hands working on the laces of her shoes. By the time she'd undone them, Stephanie had kicked off her high heels, and was taking off her tights, her dress rustling as she did. Natalie's hands fumbled with the button on her jeans, undoing the zip a moment later.

Stephanie's skirt hit the ground, and the taller woman bashfully stepped backwards, now standing in just her panties. Natalie felt a spike of arousal, she couldn't help it, the situation was hitting all of her buttons, and Stephanie seemed to feel the same way. She was trembling, her face red, but there was a conspicuous wet spot on the front of her black panties. Reluctantly, she hooked her fingers into the elastic band, and drew them down her legs, revealing her sex to the men who were watching, as well as to Natalie herself.

Stephanie was shaved down there, her womanhood was clearly already aroused, her lower lips parted to reveal her core, she shivered as every pair of eyes on the room locked onto her, her face pointing towards the floor.

"Please don't look." She murmured, but no one - not even Natalie - followed her request.

As soon as she could tear her eyes away, Natalie kicked off her jeans as well, her slender legs bent as she hooked a finger into the waist of her panties and began to draw them down, just as Stephanie had. Now, it was her turn to be the centre of attention. Every single gaze turned on her, even her cousin. Natalie felt like screaming, her heart hammered, and she felt the heat of the attention burning against her skin. Everyone was seeing her now, everyone was seeing her absolutely naked.

No, it was worse than that. Thanks to the fact that she had been treated more badly than Stephanie, the wet spot on her panties was even bigger. Natalie flushed with humiliation, cringing as she was **** to stand up straight, with her legs wide, her pussy open to the world. Unlike Stephanie, Natalie wasn't shaved, though her bush was not particularly thick. Maybe it was because of her enhanced state of arousal, but her pussy was more lewd than her cousin's, her lips engorged and spread, and liquid glinting between her inner thighs, showing the world just how much she enjoyed the whole situation.

"Well, well, well..." The leader said. "A masochist, eh? Or maybe an exhibitionist? Either way, you seem to be enjoying yourself... Natalie, wasn't it?"

Natalie nodded, her voice not very strong at that moment.

"Well, you seem to be quite satisfied with the treatment that you've been getting." He said. "Given how much you clearly want more."

Natalie flushed with humiliation, feeling the gaze of every man in the room on her body. Their thoughts were hungry, lustful, desirous of her. One of them was thinking of what it would be like to bend her over right now, while the other was picturing herself and Stephanie kissing, grinding against one another...

The leader of their kidnappers had the two of them pose several times. His voice was clinical, cold, though his thoughts were tinged with desire. He made them cup their breasts, run fingers over their nipples. He made them sit with their legs spread as wide as they could go, and hold open their pussies. All the while, everyone watched, seeing the two women **** themselves on command.

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