The two men offer help

"Hey babe," said a voice from behind her.

She turned around and sighed. It was the two white men from earlier who'd gawked at her. The fat man was grinning, and was the one who had spoken to her. The fat man was tall, easily over six feet. Reddish mustache, balding. "Looks like you need a ride out of here. My name's Baxter by the way, and this is Steele." He gestured to the thin man.

Steele licked his lips. He was thin, and shorter, but still way taller than her. He was fully bald, and had cold grey eyes. "Nice to meet you, what's your name?"

"Go fuck yourselves, I can't possibly get in a car with you two!"

Baxter shrugged. "Doesn't look like you have a lot of options, baby."

She hung her head. "Ok, but I need to go home. Nowhere else."

Baxter nodded. "Fair enough. Where do you live?"

"The Greenway community. Do you... do you know where that is?" She stammered, unable to believe that she was having a conversation with these two men completely naked.

"Yeah it's not far from here. Well babe, you got yourself a deal!" The two men grinned and grabbed her by the shoulders, and led her to a silver van. It was quite spacious, though the middle row had been removed. There was only a driver in the van, another white guy. He smirked at her nakedness.

Baxter got in first, followed by Yisel, then Steele. Steele slammed the door shut and the van drove off.

Baxter gestured to her. "Come sit on my lap, babe. It's not safe to stand in a moving vehicle." Reluctantly, she obliged and sat so that she was facing away from him. She tried to avoid eye contact with the driver in the rear-view mirror. My bare ass is sitting on his lap! To compensate, she sat with her legs tightly crossed, and folded her arms across her breasts.

Baxter placed his large hands around her uncovered hips, holding her against his body. "There you go, that's not so bad is it? Now, what's your name?"

"Yisel," she murmured. She felt ****, like a naughty girl who was about to be punished.

"Yisel, nice to meet you." He whispers in her ear. Then he said, "Steele, give me a hand will you?"

Steele smiled eagerly, and tied a cable around each of her ankles and her wrists. He took the four cables attached to her and put them through four loops bolted to the top of the van, which are about three feet apart, equidistant. Pulling on the cables, he was able to manipulate her limbs like some bizarre, nude marionette.

"Hey!" Yisel shrieked, unable to fight back. She was still sitting on Baxter's lap, but with all four limbs spread apart. She felt like a naked puppet on strings. She tried to fight back but the two men were too strong. She was completely exposed, including her bare pussy.

Baxter licked his lips. "You look good. Real good." Using his index finger, he traced the muscles along her inner left thigh, from her crotch to her upraised knee. "Great legs too. You work out?"

"I... I..." Her heart was pounding a million beats a minute.

"Well do you or do you not work out?"

"Yes," she said finally.

"Betcha do a lot of squats eh? That's how you get your lower body looking so nice?"

"Yes," she said. "I take care of myself."

"She sure does," Steele agreed. "She even shaves down there."

Baxter nodded. "Yeah, a lotta Latina chicks tend to shave that area clean, which I'm cool with." He then paused and sniffed the air. There was a lingering odor, a wet, cloying smell. It was organic and damp, slightly musty, though not entirely unpleasant. "You smell nice too. Although I think you're a little sweaty, perhaps a little dirty from your run in the nude?"

She knew what he was talking about. Because of her exertion and anxiety, she had sweated a lot in her private area. That was the light scent that was now filling the car. Additionally, she'd picked up a bit of grime and soil along the way. And while she didn't want to admit it to these creeps, she was a little turned on, not because she wanted them, but because of the sexual nature of this situation. Her pussy was now understandably leaking a bit of natural lubricant. Despite what she wanted, her body was preparing for the inevitable.

She felt self-conscious. Yisel always kept herself clean, but in these circumstances, there wasn't much she could do. "Yes," she admitted. "I'm a little sweaty."

Steele grinned. "I smell her too."