A security guard. And she brought her handcuffs

The woman stands above you. With her standing directly in front of the headlights, you're treated to the silhouette of a curvacious woman as she crosses her arms and taps one of her boots against the ground. She says something in Italian to you.

"I'm sorry, uh," you stutter as you cower on the ground with your hands over your throbbing erection, "I don't speak Italian."

She shakes her head. "I am here about a noise complaint," she says in an Italian accent. "And instead I find a streaker."

"Noise com-?" you stop when you see the word "Security" on the front of the golf cart. "Oh no no no." You awkwardly get up while keeping one hand over your dick. "I'm not a streaker."

"Oh?" The security guard's brown eyes slowly travel over your body before she makes eye contact with you again. "If you weren't a streaker, wouldn't you be wearing... clothes?" She accentuates the last word by pulling the hip of her black spandex shorts out an inch before letting them snap back into place.

"You're right. You're right. Listen. This is just a misunderstanding. I'm not some pervert or something." You turn back to the villa gate and lift one of your hands to point at it. "I was just swimming with - hey!"

You feel your hand get drawn behind your back, then suddenly you're being dragged away.

"I'm going to need some back-up to deal with you."

"Hold on. Back up? I don't think that's-" your voice catches in your throat as you feel a handcuff snap around your wrist. "Wait!"

Too late. The other hand is pulled back and your erection springs up. Something cold and metallic touches your back, and the second handcuff is snapped into place. Before you even realize what has happened, you're totally immobile. It takes you a second to process, but when the reality of your situation sets in, your jaw drops.

You are handcuffed to a lamp post. You don't have a stitch of clothing on you. Your hands are locked behind your back. And on top of all of that, you have a rock hard erection that casts a shadow from the light above you.

"Hm," the security guard says as she walks around you and touches your tricep. "With all those muscles I thought you'd put up a fight." She gets to the front of you and her eyes bulge at the sight of your throbbing erection. The black-haired woman blinks to compose herself before saying, "You say you aren't a pervert. That you aren't streaking because it gives you pleasure." She nods at your cock. "Your friend says otherwise."

"I'm not getting pleasure out of this," you say. "I promise. This has been the most embarrassing day of my life."

"Well then maybe I should leave you here for the night. Is that how you will learn your lesson?"

"Holy shit. I'm begging you, please don't-"

"Caterina!" a voice calls from the villa gate.

The security guard turns around. She's standing between you and the gate, and you have to lean around her to see who called out. Alice is walking out of the villa. She has a towel wrapped around her and sheepishly waves.

"Alice!" the security guard says. "I'm so sorry to bother you. I was called here for a noise complaint. If I had known it was you -"

"It's no problem," Alice says.

Your heart races. You forgot that Alice's father ran this complex of villas. She could get you out of this!

"Is this a friend of yours?" Caterina, the security guard, asks as she steps aside.

Alice takes in the sight of you and she freezes in place. She gasps and nearly drops her towel. You look down and remember your predicament. Your nudity, which you had been trying so desperately to hide, was now on full display. With the street lamp up above, you might as well be beneath a spotlight.

You shuffle sideways and hold up one of your legs to try and hide your rock hard cock. The sight of you fidgeting away snaps Alice back to reality.

"I, um," she runs her hand through her long, dark hair in an attempt to regain her composure. Then she tightens her grip on the towel around her. "Yes. Sam is a very good friend of mine."

"And a good friend of mine," another voice says from the doorway.

You already know who it is. Bianca struts out of the villa. She pulls her strapless green one-piece a little higher over her bust before asking, "Come stai, Caterina?"

"Bianca," Caterina says as the two women greet each other with a kiss on each cheek. "Now everything is starting to make sense. Are the twins back there, too?"

The giggling gives them away. They peek out from behind the villa gate before emerging. They didn't bother to find towels. With their hands over their breasts, they look both ways to make sure that no one else is out on the street before they tiptoe out to join the group.

While Caterina greets the twins, you catch Bianca's eye. She's giving you a look you do not recognize. This was far from the first time she had humiliated you today. And every time she had, she'd always watched your embarrassment with a soft smile on her face. This time, she is not smiling. Her jaw is hanging open. Her green eyes are wide, and you can tell from the way her breasts surge against her strapless swimsuit that she is breathing fast.

"I didn't know that you ca... that you carried handcuffs," Bianca says to Caterina.

Did Bianca just stutter? You'd never heard that before.

"Of course," Caterina says. "You never know when you might have to deal with criminals. Like your friend who enjoys public nudity."

"Uh oh," Layla says, tightening her grip on her own chest. "Does that mean Lucy and I need to find a towel before we get handcuffed, too?"

Caterina laughs. "You're only topless, ladies. That isn't nudity."

"Well!" Lucy says. "Then there's no need to be shy, Alice!'

With a quick lunge, Lucy jumps forward and yanks Alice's towel away from her pale body. The suddenly topless woman stands frozen in disbelief, and your heart stops at the sight. If it weren't for the pole behind you, you would've fallen over. Alice has the largest breasts you've ever seen. She jumps in embarrassment, and her chest bounces with her. She shrieks Lucy's name in embarrassment before throwing an arm over her chest and reaching out for the towel. Lucy tosses it over the villa wall but, unlike you, Alice isn't embarrassed enough to chase after something to cover herself with. She blushes, obviously embarrassed to be so exposed, but reluctantly laughs at her friend.

"Oh my god, Lucy!" she says as she puts one hand on her forehead. "This is so embarrassing."

"Speaking of embarrassing," Layla says, eyeing you.

The rest of the group turns to face you. You give up on your futile efforts to hide yourself with one leg but, unfortunately, the only alternative is to pull at your restraints. Your muscles bulge with the effort, but you don't stand a chance at escaping. Alice puts both arms over her breasts and bites her lip at the sight.

"Well," Lucy says, "there goes my theory about it being small."

Your dick twitches at the comment.

"So, ladies," Caterina says. "What have you been up to tonight?"

"Ask Bianca," Alice says.

"Bianca?" Caterina asks.

Bianca doesn't hear the question. She is biting her lip and twirling her hair, completely hypnotized by the sight of you struggling in vain to break out of your restraints. Suddenly, it all makes sense to you. This is her fetish. She'd certainly gotten plenty of pleasure out of humiliating you today. But this was something else. The handcuffs was driving her wild.

"Bianca?" Caterina asks again.

"Hm?" she asks. "Oh. Um." The bombshell reaches up to touch her hair. Or is she wiping away sweat? "We were just.... we were just having a little fun."

"Quite a bit of fun," Layla says.

"Maybe seven inches.... eight inches of fun, I'd say," Lucy says as she walks closer to you.

The twins lead the way, walking toward you with their hands on their hips. Caterina and Alice follow close behind.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with a little bit of fun," Caterina says. "What do you think, Alice? Have we had enough fun and games for one night?"

"Um." Alice is chewing on her thumb. Her elbow has slipped a bit too high and one of her large, pink nipples is exposed. If she is even aware of it, she doesn't seem to care. She's completely hypnotized by the sight of you defenseless against the street pole. "Well, I suppose maybe we've had enough games. Unless anyone can think of another?"

Bianca clears her throat. "I have an idea for a game."