We're going to your place now, lead the way."He placed the gun under her shirt, aiming it directly at her spine as she led him back to her apartment w...ile shaking in fear. As they turned the corner, they spotted a group of teenagers sitting on the porch of the building next to Rachel's. She hoped they would notice something was wrong and help her, but the smell that surrounded them indicated to her that they were too stoned to even notice. They entered the building and made their way upstairs. It wasn’t painful, just different.“Wow!” Ryan said, “You’ve got to see this.” Ryan said.“Untie me then.” I said.He did, and I sat up.“Where’s the bottle?“ I asked, knowing full well where it was.Ryan untied my ankles as I put my hand on the half inch of bottle that wasn’t inside me.“Can you stand up?” Ryan asked.I slowly moved to the edge of the bed and asked Ryan to help me up. With a few ‘aaarghs’ and ‘ouches’, I (we) managed to get me to my feet. The bottle started to slide out, but I. Her ankle was encased in an iron shackle that tethered her via a heavy chain to a metal loop in the middle of the floor. This week, she was wearing a sports bra that hugged her breasts tightly, and a matching pleated miniskirt. She never had understood the cheerleader fantasy, although she had to concede that the revealing outfit showed off her athletic figure.Her boyfriend, Rob, chose a different outfit for her to wear almost every week, but one familiar item had returned this evening: the. She felt the cool air on her stomach, she knew they could see her bra. The bondage prevented her from seeing what they were doing to her, she could only see her captors staring down at her. She knew her mother was brought in and placed near her. A hand moved under her bra and pulled it up, her breasts pulled free, the cool air making her nipples hard and erect.“MMMGGHHH,” she cried in the gag as rough hands grabbed her naked nipples and began to pull and twist them. “MMMGGHH, GGRRR,” her body.