Abigail in Trouble Ch. 05: School Nurse, Work Experience

They admired her looks and figure. She was very pretty, with her innocent, young, 18 year old face, now gagged. Her wavy brown hair was mainly held up under her nurse's cap, but some tendrils and bangs had worked loose and hung down the sides of her face. The tunic front gave a little hint of her cleavage and bulged out over her breasts and then cinched tightly into her narrow waist.

The mid-thigh skirt flared out. Her shapely legs were in-cased in sheer white tights (or were they stockings?) and her simple white flat-soled shoes wiggled as she tried twisting her arms free. After a few minutes it became obvious that she could not free herself and she stopped struggling and just stood there demurely with her cute, frightened eyes watching the lads checking her out. They had obviously planned this in advance. She wondered what else they had planned for her. She hoped they just wanted to ogle her a bit, then would let her go. Fat chance.

A couple of lads moved to her sides and she mumbled behind the gag as they held her arms and walked her over to the door leading to the adjacent hall. They took her through and stood her back against the wall bars. The other guys filed through.

They wound some rope around the tops of her arms, and pulled her back before tying it off on the wall bars. They held her ankles and spread them slightly and tied each one back to the wall bars.

Because of the position of her arms; her elbows and wrists tied behind her, and her shoulders tied back to the wall, her chest was thrust up and out even more, making a wonderful, almost lewd display of her breasts which were thrust out towards the young men and seemed to beg for attention.

They stepped back, again to admire the view, joking and making lewd comments about her.

"She's hot isn't she?"

"Look at those tits!"

"Can't you see she's begging for it!"

"What a nice tight package she is!"

Abigail stood there, whimpering and squirming meekly in her bonds.

Then they started to approach her. One man stood to her side and started stroking up and down her captive arm. The nurse's tunic had short sleeves and he stroked the side of her arm all the way up to her shoulder.

Another man stood to the other side and placed his hand on her neck. He kissed the side and stroked his fingers over the skin, delving down, following the edge of the tunic, over her chest, stroking along the top edge of her breast to the middle button.

A third man came and knelt down in front to one side and held an ankle, stroking the soft skin of her calf. Yet another knelt next to him and together they looked up her legs as they both started stroking her legs through the tights.

The first guy moved his hand to her waist and started pressing it round her narrow waist from one side to the other. He pressed more firmly and then moved his hand up to cup underneath her left breast. She made a muffled noise from behind the gag. He cupped under her lovely breast and squeezed gently. As he realised she could do nothing to prevent him, he became bolder and soon his palm fully cupped over her large, young breast and hefted it and squeezed it more firmly, eliciting another protest from behind her gag, this time at a higher pitch.

His counterpart on the other side saw what he was doing and followed suit, first cupping, then squeezing her right breast firmly. Soon, the two of them were firmly pawing her out-thrust breasts in two hands each, squashing and, kneading and squeezing them in their large hands.

Meanwhile their two friends were busy stroking up and down her shapely legs, with two hands each. Their warm, soft palms slid over the sheer nylons, feeling her beautiful legs underneath. They stroked up and down, starting at the bottom. With each upward stroke, they climbed higher, soon reaching her knees and then past to her thighs.

Each man had a hand on the back and the other on the front of her leg as he gently squeezed her muscles between his hands as they stroked up and down. Soon they were squeezing her thigh and reaching the hem of her skirt. She squealed a protest as their hands started disappearing under the skirt, feeling up her soft thighs further.

After 3 or 4 strokes, each getting further up under the short skirt of her tunic dress, they glanced at each other and remarked "What have we here? There seems to be some lace here. These aren't tights!"

They had encountered the deep lace stocking tops and were delighted with the discovery. She wasn't. With one hand each, they lifted the hem of her skirt a little, bringing into the view beautiful deep lace detail circling each of her soft thighs. With their other hands, they stroked up her legs, dipping to the inner side to stroke over the lace to reach up to the ultra-soft flesh of her inner thighs.

She started a little as they stroked her thighs above the stocking tops, again with each upward stroke getting higher. Then they lifted the skirt even higher and there were a number of wolf-whistles as first the white garter straps, then the soft shape of her delicate white lace panties was finally revealed. Many of the young men chortled with delight at the wonderful sight of this hot nurse exposed to her panties.

The two leg strokers tucked her skirt into her white plastic belt, leaving her low cut panties and the lace garterbelt exposed to their prying eyes. This meant that they now had two hands free to roam over her legs, paying special attention to the soft thighs above her lace stocking tops.

Because they had tied her ankles slightly apart, she could not close her legs to stop them stroking and squeezing her thighs, far up the tender flesh and brushing dangerously close to her lace panties.

Meanwhile the two men firmly fondling her breasts were enjoying the soft pliable shapes and they squeezed them out into peaks through the tunic dress and mashed them around her chest, making her squeal and her breathing quicken. She closed her eyes in the shame of her helplessness and exposure to these eight students.

The other four not currently touching her, were becoming impatient, stroking themselves through their shorts so that obscene bulging shapes pressed against the fabric. Sure enough, one of them called "Time's up. All change" and they moved in on the helpless teenager.

She watched as the new four displaced the original four who, disappointed that their fun had been cut short, moved back to ogle and stroke their cocks in turn. The fresh foursome took up positions in a similar pattern to their predecessors, two standing to each side and two kneeling down.

The two on each side started cupping and hefting her breasts through the tunic, quickly building up their boldness to squeeze and mould a breast each as they looked at her face for a reaction. She was blushing deeply now and mewling slightly as she just stood there, tied to the wall with her arms cinched behind her while they mauled her wonderfully soft breasts.

Meanwhile the two new leg-strokers had gone to town on her lovely, stocking-encased legs. They stroked up and down over the nylon, then graduated to the lace tops and skin of her bared thighs. As they held each thigh in their hands, they gently stroked the ultra-soft flesh up and down, with one hand on the outside and one on the inside of her thighs.

Her flesh trembled a little under their erotic stroking. Then, brushing a little higher, both their inner first fingers brushed against her soft, delicate lace-clad pudenda. She started and her eyes opened wide and she gasped behind the gag as they started firmly brushing up to and pressing against her delicate softness, alternating between them.

They became bolder, nudging the side of their hands firmly up to her panties and pressing in between her legs. They could feel the shape of her slit through the delicate lace. Then one lad turned his hand and cupped her pudenda in his palm, pressing gently into her and letting his middle finger press further, feeling her trembling body yield slightly as his finger rubbed into her crease.

She caught her breath as she felt him feel her there, cupping her soft pussy between her legs. He held her firmly and rocked his hand against her, feeling her intimate part through the thin lace and groping her gently.

His friend for his part moved his outer hand round the back of her leg over the garter straps and slid it up to cup and hold the firm shape of her semi-clad bottom. He patted, stroked and squeezed the nearest cheek firmly, feeling the delicate lace panties as they delved between her legs from the back.

The pussy-stroker pressed more firmly at the softness between her legs, worming his finger into the opening of her slit, and pushing the lace material into her slightly. He ran his fingertip up the front, along this groove and brushed over the tip of her clit. She squeaked mildly and closed her eyes as he diddled her there, trying to get her clit to swell and stick out.

Meanwhile, back at her chest, the two standing molesters had undone one button and as well as cupping and squeezing her breasts with one pair of hands from below, were starting to stroke the other hands down over the exposed skin of her chest. Their large warm hands stroked over the slight exposed curve of the top of her breasts and under the edge of her uniform.

The fingertips encountered the frilly lace top of her bra cups and they ran the fingertips across the shapes of her breasts. The fingers worked lower, between the soft lace and the uniform, exploring her body. Then, as the hands explored further under the top of her uniform, they encountered the shapes of her nipples, pushing against the lace bra cups.

She juddered a little as the hands covered the top half of her breasts from under the uniform, whilst the bottom halves were being squeezed from the outside. Her nipples were pressed firmly into the palms of the two young men through the lace, as they closed their large hands over the lacy mounds. They could feel her nipples swelling and stiffening as they rubbed their palms across the sensitive nubs.

This four-way molesting continued for a while, both her breasts and her panties (front and back) were being fondled, stroked, squeezed, teased and molested by eight warm, firm hands and she could do nothing to prevent it except squirm and whimper.

Then, at a word from one of them, they all reluctantly stopped. They untucked her skirt and let it fall down again. They untied her ankles and shoulders from the wall bars, and two of them held her firmly between them and walked her back through into the training gym.

Several of the others had come through already and were gathered around a low padded bench, waiting for her. She was beginning to feel as if they were going to let her go, but the two men holding her walked her up to the bench and turned her so that her back was to the end of the padded bench. They backed her up to it until the backs of her stocking-clad knees touched the padding and she was forced to sit down on the end with her short skirt around her.

The two men held her steady whilst they scooted her bottom back a bit, forcing her to part her knees on either side of the wide benchtop. Then two others knelt down, and grabbing an ankle each, started tying them to the feet of the bench. Once her ankles were secure, they untied her elbows and her wrists.

Holding her arms to the side, and supporting her back, they leant her backwards until she was lying along the bench with her head near the other end. They pulled her arms back and down the sides of the bench and tied her wrists to the feet of the bench. They also ran a weight training belt over her waist and around underneath the bench, cinching it tightly underneath to hold her firmly to the padded bench.

When she was totally immobile and fully at their mercy, the excited lads knelt down around her helpless body. One sat above her head and cupped the sides of her face gently, holding her head still, but also stroking and caressing the sides of her face, perhaps to calm her or give her assurance.

Two strapping lads knelt on either side of her shoulders. They squeezed her breasts firmly through the uniform for a while, making her squeal, then started to unbutton her tunic. She protested as they unbuttoned it down to her waist, where the new belt strap stopped further progress. Her cleavage and the inside edge of her bra came into view.

As she lay strapped down on her back, her large breasts heaved up towards the ceiling as they started to pull the uniform open and to the sides, further exposing the white lace push-up bra, which cupped and held up her lovely tits, proud and together to form a lovely cleavage. The lads generally whistled and approved of the sight.

Meanwhile two more knelt on either side of her knees. They both placed both hands on her stocking clad legs and stroked them up and down the soft skin, pulled taught by how her legs we spread to the sides by the bench top, and tied to the feet underneath. They stroked up to the hem of her skirt, and brushing higher, moved her skirt up and out of the way as their hands stroked first the lace stocking tops, then the soft naked flesh above.

They stroked the full length of her exposed thighs, from near her panties, the edge of which was now visible, all the way down to her spread knees, stroking caressing, squeezing, rubbing over the flesh, the lace and the sheer nylon. Their fingers slipped under the garter straps as they were in the way in places. They could feel her body tremble as they stroked her.

Another pair of lads knelt down at her waist in between the others. They rubbed their hands over the skirt, but then lifted it up to her waist and out of the way. They folded it over the belt strap. Her beautifully delicate white lace panties we displayed in all their glory. Her soft, hairless mound was cupped gently by the thin material, scooped low over her abdomen, but riding high over her hips.

Her thighs were spread by the width of the bench. The shape of her pussy was evident from the material pushed into her slit slightly. The two waist guys started stroking her hips and panties, taking it in turns to rub over her sensitive pussy through the lace. She gasped a bit as fingers slid past her clit and fondled the lips of her pussy. They delved and stroked and rubbed and pressed at her, exploring her womanhood.

They found the budding hood over her clit and rubbed their fingertips across it, trying to tease her clit to expose itself under the lace, which it eventually did. Abigail whimpered and they could all feel her quiver as they played with her pussy firmly through the thin lace of her panties.

The chest guys grabbed her lace-clad breasts in two large hands each, one above and one below. As their soft hands squeezed and fondled her yielding breasts, they pinched the buds of her nipples between them, causing her to yelp. They rolled her nipples between finger and thumb, teasing her sensitive buds into harder, swelling little peaks that throbbed to the touch and poked up at the lace as they grew more extended. Her breasts and especially her nipples were supersensitive and as they tweaked them more firmly, pangs of pleasure shot down to her inner pussy, making her jolt slightly.

She was now tied down helpless, surrounded by seven horny young men who were stroking her face, molesting her breasts and nipples through the bra, stroking and squeezing her thighs through the sheer nylons, and fondling and groping her pussy through her delicate white lace panties.

The eighth man, Shaun, had wandered off to collect some items from about the place and returned as his friends were well into their molestation of the helpless, young, teenage nurse. He stood at her feet, admiring the view and her predicament. Her eyes were now closed in shame under the relentless fondling she was receiving from fourteen hands! Her body quivered and jerked and she let out a little squeak each time an erogenous zone was tweaked.

Shaun knelt down at the bottom of the bench, put some objects down on the ground and leant forward. His friends moved their hands away from her pussy and to her abdomen, hips and bottom (or what they could reach of it).

Shaun lowered his head, and his open mouth came down over her pussy. She opened her eyes and squealed in surprise as his warm moist mouth cupped over her warm, moist pussy, through her lace panties. His lips pressed firmly against the soft flesh, nibbling and moving over the edge. Then his tongue came out and licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy lips, all the way up her groove and up to her sensitive clit.

He swirled the tip of his tongue over her clit, before his tongue made the return journey. Her eyes rolled in her head and so she shut them tightly as he started tonguing her sweet young pussy firmly. His wet tongue slid over the lace, but still managed to press into her soft flesh. Her clit throbbed to the touch.

After some tongue-lashing, he drew his face back, remarking "She tastes fantastic! Nice and warm and juicy!"

Meanwhile his first finger hooked under the gusset of her panties and he ran the knuckle up and down her slit, feeling her moistness in the crack. He tugged the material to the side and his warm, wet lips came down onto her smooth pussy lips.

Abigail shrieked and her eyes shot open at the erotic stimulation that his wet mouth caused on her young pussy lips. He stretched the flesh wider apart with his hands and his tongue darted out and slurped up and down her slit. She was wet in the folds of her pussy. He opened up her petals, revealing her little pink hole to his gaze, then he bent down and started tonguing her in earnest.

She squealed loudly as he licked her aroused pussy, slurping up and down her length and fondling her ultrasensitive clit with the wet tip of his tongue, ensuring that it was well coated in their combined juice and saliva. On each downward stroke, his tongue probed a little deeper into the crevice of her pussy, licking her inner walls where they were exposed.

She was helpless to resist as he wound her up, teasing, toying, slurping and licking her teenage womanhood. The rest of the guys were going mad, egging Shaun on and raising their own game regarding teasing her body. She was being overwhelmed by the multiple sexual stimulations all over her body.

As Shaun drank in the taste of her, his hand left her already open pussy lips and fumbled under the bench for a couple of items he had collected earlier. Handing them forward he lifted his head from her pussy to make a suggestion "Use these on her nipples" before diving back to her wet pussy.

The chest guys released her breasts and took the two plastic sprung clips and tested them. They opened quite easily, but they could see how they might apply a nice pressure on her nipples. They each opened them and rolling her nipples between finger and thumb through the lace to make them stiffen and throb as much as possible, moved them over her sensitive red teats.

She cried out behind the gag as they released the clips and they applied pressure as they clamped onto her stiff buds. The clips squashed her nipples, making a sharp ache seep into her breasts from the exposed tips. The lace only slightly softened the ache as her nipples were squeezed.

Shaun again fumbled under the bench between slurps and next brought out the body, wires and pads on a TENS machine. It was an electronic device that used mild electric current to stimulate muscles and relieve tight and aching tension and sometimes pain. He wanted to see what effect the stimulation would have on her sensitive flesh.

He handed the TENS device to one of the waist guys. They quickly placed the two electrode pads on the top of her thighs and turned on the power. She could feel a tingling on her thighs, but didn't know what it was. They turned up the power but that just increased the tingling a bit, and they could see that it wasn't having much effect.