Tormented by Teens

Just as Heather was going to scream for help, two teens came down the path. One was a boy with sagging jeans with holes in the knees. He had on a white tank top with an anarchy symbol on it. He had tattoos on his arms. His blonde hair was cut into a mohawk. A cigarette dangled from his mouth.

The other teen was a girl with long black hair with blue highlights. She had on lipstick the color of black cherries, similar colored eye shadow and pale base makeup. She wore a short tartan skirt, military style boots, and a black halter top. Like the guy Heather assumed to be her boyfriend, her arms were tatted up. She had a Blow Pop sucker in her mouth.

The boy looked at Heather and took the cigarette out of his mouth. "Well, well, well," he said. "What do we have here?"

"Please help me!" Said Heather. I was robbed!"

The girl bent down and picked up the keys. "These yours?"

"Yes, just please help me!" said Heather.

The girl hit the horn feature on the key fob. She heard the horn and looked and saw the lights blinking on Heather's car. "Nice ride," she said.

"Please, just help me, for god's sake!" said Heather who was growing irritated.

"Don't you fucking yell at us!" said the boy. He leaned in close, took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke into Heather's face.

Heather coughed. "No smoking in the park," she muttered before realizing what she was saying. Her eyes went wide. She looked at the boy and knew she had antagonized him.

The boy stepped back and looked down. "Did you know there's a fire ant nest under that bench?"

Heather looked down. Through the bars of the bench seat, she could see a mound of red dirt.

"What's...why..." Heather stammered. "Please, just help me."

"Help a rude bitch like you?" asked the boy.

"And one who is about to give us her car?" asked the girl.

"HELP!" Screamed Heather.

The boy reached behind him and took a black bandanna out of his back pocket and shoved into Heather's mouth. He walked over to the girl and whispered into her ear.

The girl laughed. She started sucking on her Blow Pop with gusto. She pulled it from her mouth. It was covered in saliva. The girl walked behind Heather. The boy then grabbed Heather's ankles and lifted her body off of the bench. Heather's hands were still tied, so she was held parallel to the ground, completely off of the bench. As she was held up, the girl swabbed Heather's rectum with the wet, sticky Blow Pop then inserted the stick of up up Heather's anus until the candy part was pushed up against her rectum. She then wiped her fingers in Heather's hair.

The boy dropped Heather's feet and she fell down on her ass, pushing the Blow Pop a little further in.

"Don't worry," said the boy. "You won't be alone for long. The ants will soon find that tasty sugar!"

"HHHHMMMPPPHHHH!" said Heather.

"Thanks for the ride, bitch!" said the girl. "We'll take real good care of it" she added with dripping sarcasm. She put her arm around the boy's waist, and the teens walked off leaving Heather struggling to get the gag out of her mouth and her arms free.