Abigail in Trouble Ch. 04: Nightclub Nightmare

She struggled in his hold, not strong enough to push him away and not able to turn her heed to break the kiss. She writhed in his grip, squeaking frantically at him, but her movements just rubbed her breasts and groin against him more, making him press into her more urgently.

His right hand stroked firmly down from her waist over her pert young bottom, and she squealed again as his hand firmly run down the groove between her cheeks, his fingers pushing deeply between her legs through the flimsy dress. Then his large hand started firmly cupping and squeezing her peachy bottom, each cheek in turn, feeling the firm flesh yield under his fingers' squeezing through the thin dress material.

Whilst this was going on, Brad had shut and locked the door, removed the key, and now stood near the massage table. He was gently rubbing his erection from outside his trousers while admiring the view of her bottom being squeezed firmly by his friend. When Josh needed some air, he suddenly released Abigail and she broke away taking a step back, clattering her shoes on the floor and gasping for air, making her wonderful bosom rise and fall.

She didn't have long to regain her breath because Brad swooped in on her. She squealed as he spun her around to face him and his hands snaked around the back of her neck and bottom as he pulled her close and started kissing her deeply. She mumbled into his mouth as he snogged her, but his exploring tongue stifled her protests. He held her soft body firmly against his, pushing her into his growing erection. She could feel the long shape of his hardness sticking up the front inside his trousers, and poking against her abdomen.

She tried pushing against his sides to no avail. His lips covered hers and his tongue explored her mouth. He moved his hand across from the back of her neck, but only so that he could hold her head more firmly in the crook of his elbow, so that her lips were trapped against his. His tongue was deep inside her mouth as his lips clamped over hers, ensuring she couldn't wriggle free.

She was breathing quickly and deeply through her nose as he sucked at her mouth, his tongue fighting with her tongue and licking around inside her mouth. Meanwhile one arm held the back of her neck, and his other gripped her arse firmly, squeezing her into him, ensuring that her heaving breasts were firmly squashed against his chest.

His lower hand was patting and squeezing her pert bottom. She squealed into his mouth as she felt him grip her bottom cheeks in turn and mould and fondle them firmly through the dress. He held them and lifted them in his strong palm, making the cheek jiggle and stretch. Josh was taking his turn enjoying the rear view and stroked his expanding hardness through his trousers.

Brad became bolder and he squeezed her bottom and drew her up, holding her firmly up towards his mouth. He started sliding the thin skirt of her dress up over her bottom. The back of the short dress rucked up each time he grasped her bottom again.

Once she realised what he was doing, she moved her hand to his wrist and tried prising it off her bottom or at least stop them moving her skirt up. This tactic didn't work. Not only was she not strong enough to prevent him, but moving her arms back like that arched her back a little and thrust her nice breasts further up and against his chest.

Brad could just feel the shapes of her nipples pressing out through her clothes. As the skirt hitched up at the back, more of her lovely thighs in their nylon covering were revealed to Josh. He bobbed down to watch more of the backs of her legs appear as Brad continued to squeeze her bottom firmly and hitch up the skirt bit by bit. Josh chuckled in delight when the lace tops of her hold-ups came into view.

Brad's fingers brushed the backs of her legs over the lace, below the edge of the hiked up skirt and she squealed loudly into his mouth as she felt him placed s firm hand onto her lace clad thigh. As he slid his hand up the back of her leg, pushing the skirt up as he went, she still tried to budge his hand off her arse with her dainty hands on his wrist. His hand slid onto the smooth flesh of the back of her leg above the stocking top and it wasn't long before his large squeezing hand found the curve of her bottom cheek and cupped the near naked flesh, squeezing firmly.

Josh, still bobbed down behind her chuckled anew as he saw the narrow shape of her lace thong wedged between her arse cheeks while his friend's hand moulded and kneaded the lovely round shapes. Josh reached out and helped lift the back of her skirt up and out of the way, wolf whistling quietly at the round shape of her bottom held in Brad's large palm, and the delicate triangle of black lace crowning the top cleft of her buttocks.

Brad's encircling arms reaching around her, held her tightly against him as he molested her, but even so, her resisting hands were becoming a drag and starting to get in the way. Josh spotted this and closed a hand around each of her narrow wrists, prising her hands away and moving them out to the sides. Brad now had better unrestricted access to her barely covered smooth bottom and took advantage of her, squeezing and occasionally slapping the round globes, making her start at the sharp feeling, and squeak into his captivating mouth.

As Brad leaned sideways to deliver one particularly sharp slap, she managed to break her mouth away from Brad's and moved it to the side to gasp and catch her breath. Brad moved his arm from behind her neck down to also place is on her bum cheeks, so that he held her there in both hands. He leant back to admire her, giving him a great view of her round breasts and moved his loins firmly into hers whilst both his palms grasped her young and tight bottom cheeks firmly. He started dry humping her front with his bulge.

Once she had caught enough breath to actually speak, Abigail shouted at Brad to get off her and let her go and pushed against his chest. When he ignored her, she shouted for help, but she then realised that the walls were pretty thick and insulated, and the noise from the Nightclub would probably drown her out. She didn't quite have enough breath yet to scream, so in the meantime she pleaded with her eyes for him to let her go, but instead Josh moved up to her back.

While Brad squeezed her nearly naked bottom, leaning her backward a little as he ground into her mound, Josh snaked an arm around her waist and the other around the front of her shoulders above her chest.

Josh pulled her back onto his chest while Brad pulled her groin into his, bending her back in a vulnerable way. Josh's head went over her shoulder, and his cheek brushed alongside hers, as he hooked his chin over her shoulder blade.

His arms moved again and suddenly both his hands were cupping under her magnificent breasts. His large hands weighed the lovely shapes, as they were tightly held and pushed up and together by the strapless bra. His hands moved up and closed over the soft orbs, squeezing them with his long fingers and pressing them up and in.

She gasped as they played with her body, unable to speak for a minute. Her hands tried to prise Josh's hands off her boobs. She was just about to draw a deep breath to scream, when Josh found the shapes of her nipples, and rubbed across the tips firmly. This made her catch her breath sharply and she lost her concentration.

Josh began to squeeze her breasts firmly from behind, rubbing her nipples firmly with his thumbs and teasing them to grow and stiffen under his touch. As the throbbing tips became more erect, they pushed out further against the material of the dress and he captured them between thumb and fore finger, and tweaked them firmly. She squealed as pangs of pleasure tugged at her pussy nerves inside. He squeezed her breasts and tweaked and rolled her nipples through two layers of material, until her swollen tips were extended, sensitive and throbbing under his touch.

Josh moved his left hand upward and off her left breast, moving his right hand across to capture it and fondle the stiff nipple, with his right arm hugging under her right breast. His left hand slid up over the bare skin above her breasts, dipping along under the top of her dress, stroking over her cleavage and the nice round tops of her boobies, so that they were squeezed from above and below.

Then his left hand slid over her skin upwards to her throat, and holding her chin firmly, turned her head towards his waiting mouth. She moaned as he held her cheek sideways so that he could snog her firmly, his wet lips exploring hers again and his tongue licking in and around her mouth and wrestling with her tongue.

Although her arms were free, she couldn't prevent the two strong young men from fully molesting her lovely ripe young body. Nevertheless her squirming and increasingly desperate tugging of her hands at Josh's did start to annoy him. He released her face and she broke the kiss, again gasping for air. Then he extracted his hand from her breast and, seeking her arms grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms up her sides and above her head.

He held her arms firmly up in the air and surveyed her body from behind. Her upraised arms made her beautiful breasts lift up on her chest. Josh held her wrists together and clamped a large strong hand around both her wrists, pinning her arms above her head with only his left hand. He moved against her back again. His right hand slipped around her narrow waist and up to her breasts to squeeze each in turn quickly, before sliding down the front of her.

Brad withdrew his body a bit more, leaning back so his hardness no longer contacted her front, but he still kept his hands on her bottom, while Josh pressed his hand flat on her flat tummy and headed south.

She whimpered and started meekly complaining and asking them to let her go. Josh's hand delved down over her abdomen, then delved further, sliding down over her soft mound and between her legs. At the last minute, he could feel lace under the dress material, and he cupped her pudenda through the dress and held her there. He curved his hand to follow her shape as he started squeezing and rubbing up and down over her covered and lace clad pussy.

Abigail squirmed anew and pleaded with them some more to stop and release her, she tried squeezing her thighs together to restrict Josh's hand, but he already had what he wanted. Brad was getting tired of her complaining and released her completely, letting her skirt drop down and to allow Josh to hold her on his own, with one raised hand holding her arms stretched above her head, whilst his other explored her body between her legs. Josh moved his erection snugly into her bottom and rubbed himself into her crack through the dress as he pressed his hand against her pussy.

Brad moved away to his bag and came back with a short rounded plastic tube attached to a leather strap. It was a red penis gag. When Abigail saw this started panicking and struggling anew and her voice raised in pitch and desperation as she realised what they wanted to do.

"No! Please! Don't put that on me! I'll be good! Please just let me go! What have I done to you? No! You can't touch me there! Let my arms go! You're hurting my arms! Please don't! No don't push it in! Plea...uuuurgh!"

She was silenced as Brad held her chin and pushed the gag firmly into her lovely kissable mouth. It filled her mouth and pushed her tongue down. He lifted up her wavy brown hair and strapped it tight behind her head before letting her hair fall down again.

"Now that's better!" he stated.

Josh left her pussy alone and went and grasped a wrist in each hand. He brought them down, then around her back and crossed them over. She struggled and squealed from behind the gag which muffled the majority of her noises, as Brad wound some soft white rope over and around her wrists so that they were tied crossing in the middle of her back.

Next he produced a thin black metal pole about 2 foot long. There was a metal loop in the middle and a fur lined leather strap at each end. While Josh held her steady by holding onto her tied arms, Brad knelt down and positioned her legs about 2 feet apart and attached the leather straps tightly around her ankles amid annoyed and increasingly panicked squeaks from behind the gag. Then they both stepped back to admire their handiwork.

"Sorry we had to do this to you, Babe" Josh explained. "But you weren't cooperating with us very well."

She mumbled an angry but frightened defiance through the effective gag. The two young men prowled around her like circling lions as she stood there, bound, gagged and teetering on her heels. Her hands drawn behind her thrust her superb breasts forward and as she struggled to get air through her nose and the gaps around the gag, her breasts heaved up and down with each breath.

"Doesn't she look gorgeous?" Brad remarked to his friend.

"She sure does" Josh agreed. "Just look at those tits and that arse!"

The two men circled her for a bit, gloating over their prize and rubbing their impressive bulges that stuck up in their trousers.

Then Josh came behind her and holding her waist, steered her waddling feet towards the side of the massage table set across the width of the room. She tried to resist but knew she had to move her feet to prevent herself from falling forward. Once she was close to the table, Josh held her tummy and back and bent her forward, further and further until her breasts touched the padded table top and she was leaning over it at the waist.

Her breasts were squashed against the surface. Because of her heels, her bottom stood out proudly. She kept her head facing forward, to the back wall and made pathetic little noises from behind the gag. Her arms tugged at the ropes binding her wrists together, but Brad knew his knots, and they wouldn't budge.

Josh squatted down behind her and placed his hands on her ankles just above the straps holding her legs apart and stroked his palms all the way up her stockings up the back of her legs. She wriggled as he stroked to the back of her knees and started lifting the skirt of the dress as he slid higher. Her wriggling only managed to make her bottom jiggle provocatively but she didn't know that.

Josh's hands reached the lace stocking tops and continued up the smooth backs of her shapely legs, revealing the bottom of her narrow lace thong panties in the cleft of her bottom. He cheekily squeezed her bottom, then bunched up the back of her skirt and tucked it under her tied arms holding it out of the way. Her young, out-thrust bottom was presented to him. He patted and squeezed and stroked the smooth globes, occasionally giving her a playful slap to see the shapes quiver and redden a little.

He cupped his hand and his fingers led the way as he stroked down the narrow strip of lace in her bum cleft. He pushed his hand down over the soft flesh between her legs. She squirmed as his hand firmly stroked over her pussy through the narrow triangular strip. His middle finger tried to bury between her lips, pushing the middle of the material inwards. He reached forward between her legs and she jumped and gasped as his fingers brushed over the hood of her clit. Drawing his fingers back he pushed the material into between her pussy lips.

Holding her down onto the table with one hand, with his other, he worked his fingers up and down her pussy from behind, worming the material in between the lips and slightly into her. Her hands struggled in her bonds and she tried to get up, but she was overbalanced and could not find purchase to push against his hand so she gave up.

Josh left her back and hooked the first finger of his left hand up into the middle top of her panties where they flared out into a narrow lace triangle. He drew his finger down the lace, rubbing down her crack with the back of his finger as he tugged the lace away from her skin. He nudged the finger knuckle across her round bum-hole and continued south.

As his finger knuckle rubbed into the groove of her pussy, it delved along the sensitive pliable skin, peeling the lace material away from between her lips, the sensation making her coo quietly. He ran his knuckle all the way along her pussy, rubbing it firmly across her clit, making sure the panties were pulled away from her body. Then he tugged it to the side, over her left cheek and held it in place, exposing her naked pussy to his gleeful gaze.

He licked his right forefinger and ran it up and down her crack. He kept licking it and applying the wetness into her crack, each time running his finger deeper in between her pussy lips. As he delved deeper into the entrance of her pussy, he detected a different moisture and the new fresh smell of arousal. He chuckled and licked his finger again and wormed it between her petals into the moist tunnel entrance.

His finger started sliding further into her warmth, her wriggling bottom actually helping its progress. She whimpered loudly as he started pumping his long thick finger into her from behind. Just as she was starting to get used to this, he slid a second finger into her and started working it in and out. He wiggled and curled his fingers inside her as he pumped her pussy gently with his long, firm fingers.

He could feel her juicing up around his fingers despite her predicament. His left hand left her thong stretched sideways over her round globe, and then slid around the front side of her leg. The fingers on his left hand found the hood of her clit he worked it free as he played with it, making her gasp. He continued to play with her clit and pussy, winding her up and getting her wetter and making her whimper under the sensual assault.

Then he bobbed down behind her, and spreading her pussy lips from behind with both hands to expose the sensitive wet flesh within, extended his tongue and wetly slurped all the way up her pussy. She jumped at the sudden wet contact and squealed into the gag.

He tongued her for a while, lapping up her tasty juices and making her quiver from the erotic feel of it. Her slurped his warm wet tongue firmly up and down her opening before stiffening it and squeezing it into her moist hole. Her hands wriggled feebly in their bindings and her head went flat on its side and her eyes closed as he tongue-fucked her firmly with his stiff, long wet tongue.

He reached under her again and placed a finger over her clit, rubbing and teasing it into an erect little red throbbing bud. His other hand started pumping two fingers into her pussy alongside his tongue which kept everything coated in her slippery juice. When he twisted his hand and delved in again, she jumped noticeably and gasped. He presumed he had found her G-spot, so he strummed the tips of his fingers across the tight spot, making her quiver all over. He was sure she was slowly building up to an orgasm, so he played with her body for a while, stopping before she got too close.

As Josh withdrew his tongue and fingers, she made little cooing noises as her senses slowly came down from the arousal he had generated, and her body recovered.

Brad had other ideas. He grabbed her arms and pulled her around so that she was leaning over the end of the table rather than the side. In the process, her skirt became untucked and it fell back over her bottom. Then Josh stood on one side and Brad on the other. They held her arms near the shoulder and a thigh each and lifting her slightly, slid her up the table, lifting her knees and legs in the process until she was lying on her front fully on the table.

Her legs were spread by the bar so that her feet were near the side edges of the table. They slid her up until her head was close to the other end and her feet were resting on the surface. After a couple of pats on her nice bottom covered by the skirt, they held her shoulders and lifted her top half, bending her knees so that she was pulled up to a kneeling position in the middle of the table.