I awoke with a sudden start and a striking feeling of icy water. Gasping for air I thrashed about in a panic before I noticed that I was bound by ropes at my wrists and ankles to the wall.
As my mind began to clear, I noticed my surroundings. I appeared to be in a dingy and darkly lit building. The walls were made of corrugated metal but highly worn and cracked in some places. The floor was coated in a thick layer of dust which seemed to have been years in the making.
As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I noticed what looked like very old gym equipment gathering dust in the corner. And the final most striking and terrifying point I noticed: I was completely naked.
I began to remember the horrors that had happened to me that had caused me to pass out and I struggled against my bonds. The icy splash of water had quickly worn off and I could feel the temperature rising. The hot summer day and the metal construction of the old sports equipment shed had turned my prison into an oven which seemed to have an unrelenting heat.
Despite my attempts to break free from the ropes they were still held secure. I then turned as I heard that all too familiar sound of Hannah's laugh. Seeing her emerge from the shadows caused me to give one last powerful struggle against the ropes but alas, it was to no avail.
I was suddenly hit again with that feeling of ice water as Hannah threw another bucket over me. As much as I hated it, the cold water caused my nipples to harden and I could sense that Hannah noticed it too.
"So," said Hannah, "What do you think of my little hideaway? I used to come here all the time whenever you and your cronies would bully me. I would spend all my time sitting here crying and hating myself."
She then turned to me and said in a chilling voice:
"Now it's your turn to cry. It's your turn to hate yourself..."
She began to peel off her uniform that was sticking to her by the vast quantities of sweat she was exuding. I could already feel beads of my own sweat rolling down from the nape of my neck, down the curvature of my ample breasts and gathering in my nooks and crannies. Hannah was infamous for being highly sweaty at the best of times; I could hardly imagine the horror that was flooding from her when we were trapped in this bake-box.
She had reached her bra and panties. With an evil smirk she strolled over to me and unhooked her bra allowing her mountainous breasts to tumble out over the top of my face. I was being smothered underneath those sweaty sagging monstrosities again.
"Lick my titties!" Hannah commanded, "Lick and suck all the sweat off of my huge delicious tits!"
Struggling for air underneath those fatty mounds I lapped away heartily at the salty fluid, hoping for a reprieve. My tongue circled the curve of each breast, gently flicking against her nipples and sucking tentatively at each one. The nipples rose and hardened to the touch of my tongue and all the while I was forced to lick their sweaty surface.