Bonded with your friends

You swim up to consciousness with your mind still dazed and befuddled with the remnants of your seismic orgasms. You're face down, bent over a padded bench that supports you from waist to shoulders. You turn your head and see that your friends are beside you, each of you tied wrist to ankle to your neighbour with plastic zip ties. Steph is on your left. You recognise her white knee socks and shoes, which seems all that remains of her schoolgirl costume. Her ass is striped with red welts. On your right is Brianna, her heels still on her feet, but a gaping hole torn in her dark tights to expose her pussy and ass. Next to her you see Amy sobbing softly.

You pussy is still glowing with warmth and you squirm against the bench. Your movements draw your attention to the fact that your ankles are similarly bound, leaving you free to squirm but not much else. You give a despairing groan as you realise your plight, and are answered by a chorus of laughs.

Raising your head you see your tormentors standing in front of you toasting each other with glasses of wine. You stare at them with wide **** eyes, wondering what they have in mind and knowing they aren't finished with your ripe young bodies.