"Poor little thing," I said, my voice dripping with false sympathy as I saw her wake. She struggled hopelessly against her restraints, her hands cuffed behind her back and her ankles tied. She tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. The van ran over a pothole and she realized that we were travelling.
She looked across at me, terror in every line of her face. I merely smiled as I stared at her, a pretty blonde looking for the world like a damsel in distress. She struggled furiously again with as little result the second time as the first. She gave up after a moment and looked around the back of the non-descript van we used, presumably hoping for some way to escape. I followed her eyes and as she looked back at me I shook my head.
"There's no escape. We don't allow mistakes like that with the ones we've chosen."
She struggled for a third time and I let her, waiting until she understood the futility of her attempts to free herself.
"I expect you'd like to know where you're being taken. That's reasonable."
I paused for effect as she stared at me.
"You're being taken to our headquarters. Or perhaps you might describe it as a lair? No matter. You're being taken to be used. You'll be brought before them and they will strip you and inspect you, your tits, your legs, your arse, your pussy. You'll struggle but they won't care."
I looked to see the effect of my words. Her eyes were wide in fear and she stared at me, unable to look away.
I knelt next to her on the flat cardboard boxes I'd laid down earlier. Reaching out I took the top button of her blouse between my forefinger and thumb and twisted it open. A hint of perfume escaped from between her breasts and I breathed in deeply.
"Delightful."
I flicked open the second button on her blouse, then continued, "they will touch you everywhere, twisting and pulling at your nipples, running their hands up the inside of your thighs. You'll beg them to stop but they'll ignore you."
I undid two more buttons and pulled the bottom of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. She tried to pull herself away from me as I reached out and stroked her chin.
"Poor, poor little baby. You'll struggle but they'll hold you still as they strap you down, your legs wide, your fragile cunt available to them to use however they want. You'll be helpless as they make you suck them. You'll want to bite down on their stiff cocks as they violate your mouth but you know if you do you'll suffer a terrible punishment."
To reinforce the point I ripped open the remaining buttons on her blouse and she gasped. I smiled as I gazed at her breasts encased in the gauzy black lace of her bra. I reached forward and took them in my hands, caressing her nipples and feeling them stiffen.
"You like it. We knew you would."
I paused before continuing, "you'll suck them all until they're hard. And you'll feel their fingers touching you, stroking you, pushing inside you; a little pain, a lot of pleasure. You'll try not to moan. You'll try not to give them that satisfaction but you won't be able to stop yourself. Your pussy will be flooded with your juices, desperate to feel them inside you. But you'll be embarrassed, too, because they'll know how much you need to be treated this way."
