Lie still and stay quiet

You decide to quietly wait it out, and soon spot three figures walking along the main park path a distance away. Your heartrate quickens, but luckily they don't seem to spot you and walk right on by. Their voices fade away and you are alone once more, provided nobody is watching you from the office buildings.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply through your nose, trying your best to remain calm. Completely restrained as you are, there's little you can do anyway - besides slobber uselessly on your gag and try to get the spinning in your head to stop. But each time you feel like you've slowed it down somewhat, it speeds up again the moment you stop focusing. You're pretty sure it's just making you more dizzy, but perhaps the feeling is not entirely unpleasant.

You give up the fruitless endeavor and try to focus on your surroundings instead; the chirping of the birds and the sweet fragrance of flowers; The wide variety of wonderful sparkling colors that you can see even with your eyes closed. Every aspect of reality has become distorted in some way, and it's as if the grass has started singing you a lullaby while butterflies surround your body - ready to lift you up to the heavens. You're tripping heavily now, and in a bright flash you've completely forgotten where you are. You squirm and moan, your senses overwhelmed.

But despite all this, a distant dark worry still grips the back of your mind. You know something is going to happen soon if you stay here. Something that you're slightly dreading, although you suddenly can't remember what it is. In a burst of panic you consider testing your restraints, but you already know it's no use. All you can do is ride it out while you continue to bake in the bright sun, your skin surely glowing red hot by now.

The heat is getting to you in more ways than one. By now you've noticed you've been rubbing your legs together for a while, the brushing of your skin oddly stimulating. In fact; you can feel your cunt all slick and sensitive down there. When you try to find an explanation for how this can be, you quickly conclude that it was recently used. Oh right, you were moments away from getting gangbanged. The recollection makes you moan in your gag, and you shiver in hesitant anticipation.

Suddenly a voice. You quickly open your eyes, just in time to notice multiple people stepping out from the bushes to your left. You hastily try to focus your gaze enough to identify them, but the sunlight is blinding and you can immediately feel tears well up in your eyes again. Still, it's easy enough to identify Candy in the crowd. "There! I told you she was kinky. She's all tied up and ready for round two", she says as she steps over towards you. You squirm in the grass as you watch her bare legs come to a stop right in front of your face. She leans down, and you stare up at her with wide, tear-stained eyes as you let out a soft gurgle. She frowns at you, before dangling a piece of cloth in your face.

"Oh wow. Alright, I admit that's pretty hot", you hear one of the approaching men behind her say. The voice is vaguely familiar, and you try to look past Candy to identify the source. But suddenly Candy extends a hand towards your head and everything goes dark. It takes you a moment to figure out she is applying some kind of blindfold over your eyes. Gagged and tied down, there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop her even if you wanted to. But you quickly notice that it's actually comforting to be visually deprived; your senses were on the verge of being overloaded.

"Sure, let's roll with it", a different man says. You can't see their faces anymore, but their voices still emit a distinct color in your mind. The one currently speaking is overwhelmingly brown. "But we can't really film here. It's too open", brown says.

"Well, she obviously won't be able to walk like this, so someone will have to carry her", Candy says in a green tone close to your ear, as she finishes tying the cloth around the back of your head. Perhaps the darkness is a blessing; it shades you from the sunlight and now the men won't see your eyes all glazed over and you tripping balls. Candy seems to be doing her utmost best to hide this particular detail from them all.

"Sure, I'll sling that cutie over my shoulder", a blue voice replies. You hear footsteps approach, and then heavy breathing as someone seems to be leaning down next to the left of you. "Did you really leave her out in the open like this?", you hear brown ask with a hint of concern. You feel a hand placed on your back. "Is she alright?"

"She's fiiiine", you hear Candy reply dismissively, but you're not sure if she's speaking the truth. By now your senses have started to try and convince you that you're actively on fire, but logic dictates that this can't be the case. Perhaps you're just in heat, in a manner of speaking. Everything just feels so sensitive, making you squirm at the very sensation of being lightly touched. But you're so hot you feel like you could melt at any given moment.

"Take the gag out", the brown voice says, sounding firm. "She needs to be able to let us know if she gets uncomfortable. Besides, we're going to need access to that mouth of hers in a minute".

You hear Candy hum hesitantly in response, but then feel a hand brush up against your cheek. Fingers swiftly pull the makeshift gag out of your mouth and a shower of drool immediately runs out between your lips. You sputter slightly, knowing you're not making the most elegant impression. Then again, being all tied down like this you don't see how you can be expected to.

"Here, Marcy. I got you some water before we start", you hear the brown voice to your right. In a brief moment of clarity you realize it might be Jimmy. You feel a bottle raised to your lips, and you open your mouth to take greedy sips from the cool liquid. You continue glugging it down as Jimmy tilts the bottle further to aid you. While the water is certainly refreshing, it barely seems to extinguish the heat you feel. It's as if you could burst into flames at any moment, and rubbing against something is the only cure - if not outright humping it.

"Honestly? I admire your spirit. You're kinky for a new girl", you hear Jimmy tell you. "But it's going to get very rough, even without the restraints. Are you really sure you want to do it like this?", he asks, lowering the bottle from your lips to let you answer. It's probably a good thing that your expression is mostly obscured by the blindfold now, because you doubt you'd otherwise be able to hide exactly how ᴴᴵᴳᴴ you're currently feeling. The word 'kite' comes to mind.

Your heartrate quickens as you realize you have to form a coherent reply; desperately hoping that you still remember how words work. Your brain goes into overdrive trying to think of something sensical to say, but nothing comes up. A small part of you wants to draw attention to the colorful lights again, but luckily you refrain yourself from doing so. You start to panic internally; fearing you won't be able to formulate a convincing response in your current state.