Head outside for a cigarette

I decided that maybe I was in too crowded an area, and if I wasn't there might be some more action, so I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and popped one in my mouth. I didn't smoke often but was glad I had never quit, as it gave me an excellent excuse to head out the back, more isolated, more ****. I stepped out the back and pulled out my lighter. There didn't appear to be anyone else out here.

As I went to light my cigarette, I heard a voice behind me say, "Smoking's bad for your health."

I started and turned around, and as I did, I felt a hand grab my throat. I half screamed, half moaned as he pushed me against the alleyway wall with enough **** to knock the air out of me. "Stupid slut, you should never be on your own in an alleyway. Something could happen," he sneered.

I reached up to try and push him away, but she was a lot stronger than I was, and his arm's length meant I couldn't slap him. Even as I struggled, I was getting more aroused. I was thinking, this is it. He will be my first culprit. He's going to **** me. Then I heard the sound of a car breaking as a small van reversed to right in front of us.

As the door was pulled back, I moaned, I could see at least two others in the back, and someone was driving. The guy who had grabbed my throat turned me around and shoved me into the van. I hit my shins and fell forwards as the two guys in there grabbed me. One of them was a larger guy, quite fat, and the other one was a skinhead and sickly thin.

As they dumped me into the van, I propped myself up with my arms and tried to kick them away. After all, this was a **** fantasy app, and suddenly the fat guy backhanded me. He didn't hold back. My vision swam, my eyes had lights in front of them, and I struggled to focus or move.

I felt, more than I saw, myself being manhandled and then felt handcuffs locking my wrists. A few moments later, a rope tied my ankles to my throat, and any time I struggled, the rope around my neck would cinch tighter. A bag was shoved down over my face preventing me from seeing.

As the van started to move, I shivered. I was restrained, hooded and surrounded by at least four men intent on abusing me, and I had never been so turned on in my life.

One of the guys, I think the larger guy, reached up my skirt, and I felt him poking his finger at my cunt. I struggled, but I could do nothing with my wrists and ankles bound. "Shit, guys, she's fucking dripping."

Someone else laughed, "Well, I guess we have to get her to the warehouse so everyone can have some fun."

"Everyone?" I asked in an aroused and panicked squeak.

There was a round of laughter before I felt a finger push into my cunt. I arched, and the restraints tightened around my throat. As I shuddered and shook, I heard someone else say, "Shame to ruin such a pretty outfit."

Moments later, there was a reply, "Just cut it off, the cunt."

I felt something cold against my skin. At first, I thought it was a pair of scissors, but then I realised it was a knife pulling against the fabric of my top. I shuddered again. Whoever was cut through the material with a knife, all I could think about was what would happen if they slipped. But soon enough, both my top and my skirt had been stripped from my body, sliced off with a knife.

"We'll be there in five. Try not to break her before we get there," I hear the driver say.

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