Abigail in Trouble Ch. 10: Bridesmaid Ambush

Abigail was delighted to be asked by her cousin Silvia to be the head bridesmaid at her recently announced wedding with Steve. Abigail loved the thought of dressing up for the special occasion, and helped her cousin choose the wedding and bridesmaid's dresses. The bride wore a light cream off the shoulder number with burgundy trims and details. In contrast, 18-year-old Abigail and the two much younger bridesmaids were to wear the opposite: strapless burgundy dresses with cream lace trims and details.

The underwear was all cream, the main piece being the expensive strapless lace corset. This fitted tightly around Abigail's shapely body, cinched her narrow waist in tightly with many strings up the back, and the lacy cups above the tight boning of the corset thrust her already impressive breasts up and out, giving her a good cleavage peeping out from under the dress. The corset had a lace trim around the bottom and garter straps attached to the deep lace cream stockings.

The high cut lace panties plunged low at the front but rode high over her thighs and delved deeply between her firm bum cheeks in a lace thong at the back. Cream high-heeled strappy shoes lifted her legs and made her bottom tuck in. Abigail's dark brown hair was done up in a bundle at the back with lots of tendrils and loose wavy strands cascading forward and over her shoulders.

When the dress was shimmied and zipped into place, she looked stunningly beautiful, almost outshining the bride.

The wedding in a country church went smoothly. The two young bridesmaids under Abigail's charge behaved themselves for her, and she looked radiant, smiling and looking gorgeous. Many of the men and especially the single ones (including the Best Man), gave her longing looks as she swished along behind the beautiful bride.

Once the wedding ceremony was over, everyone moved down the lane to the large country manor house hotel where the reception was being held. After drinks, chats and the sit-down meal the boring speeches ensued. During his speech, the Best Man, Roger, while thanking Abigail for agreeing to be a bridesmaid, mentioned that she looked stunning and was currently single, with a glint in his eye and a wiggle of his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes up at the cheesy hint, but otherwise took it well.

After the speeches, toasts and end of the meal, a band started playing and the guests started dancing, led by the happy couple. As per tradition, the Best Man approached Abigail, the head bridesmaid and asked her to dance. Roger was a tall, relatively handsome chap in his mid-twenties and Abigail for sake of appearances, accepted his offer.

At first, he held her at a respectful distance, one arm resting on her shoulder and the other held her arm, during the early formal dances. Then as more people joined in and the music got a bit more poppy, he held her closer, one arm around her waist and the other to her shoulder, trying to tug her into him further to look down her cleavage.

Abigail was a little nervous and, wanting to keep a bit of space between them, kept resisting his pulling. However, during a slower number, he managed to draw her closer and squeeze her lovely body against his front. She looked to the side, trying to avoid his gaze. He could feel her bosom move against his chest as they moved more closely together.

He moved his arm down from her waist just over the top curve of her bottom. The lights were dimmed and the dance floor crowded so he took the opportunity to squeeze around her upper back with one arm, squashing the lovely shapes of her tightly cupped breasts against his shirt, while his other hand grasp her bottom firmly and squeezed.

She gasped in his grasp and tried pushing him away, but he held her firmly and smiled to himself as he continued to move them in the dance and feel her bottom in his hands. He also enjoyed the feeling of her breasts pressing into his front. His hardness grew in his trousers, nestling against her front.

He grinned over her shoulder at the three other groomsmen Phil, Bert and Jason, who were watching them from the side, aware of what was going on. Abigail was trapped against Roger, feebly trying to push back against him, but certainly not wanting to make a scene. He drew her tighter, squeezing her more firmly.

She was relieved when the second groomsman, Phil came up to them and insisted he take the next dance to prise Roger away from her. She thanked Roger politely (but not sincerely) for the dance, who went back to the others and relaxed as Phil took her arm and waist at a respectful distance (at first) to dance with her. But if anything, he was worse.

It didn't take Phil long to have pulled Abigail close to him, squeezing her curvy body against his front. He was slightly shorter, but stockier and he held her tightly, both hands on her waist then snaking them round to her rear. Each of his large hands firmly held a globe of her bottom and squeezed up and towards him, making her jump slightly and squeal quietly on the noisy and crowded dance floor. He trapped her against him while he copped a good feel of her young body, especially her bottom. He held her close, even when the music tempo increased.

Bert, the third groomsman finally came forward and asked for his "turn" to dance with the pretty bridesmaid. Phil reluctantly stood aside and let Bert grab her instead. She protested, wanting to stop and go and sit down, but he was having none of it. He turned her around during a slower song, holding her narrow waist tightly and rubbing her bottom against him. Her arms went to his hands on her waist as she tried to prise him off her, but he was too strong.

The rubbing of her bottom against his front grew a bulge in his trousers which he rubbed into the crack of her bottom. They "danced" like that for a while, Abigail pushing only meekly against him, half-accepting her current fate. She knew that she was probably expected to dance with the fourth groomsmen as well, and just wanted to get it over with.

Meanwhile the other 3 were starting to form a plan for Abigail. After a few minutes' discussion, during which they observed Bert trying to molest the beautiful object of their desire, they put their plan into action. Roger, who was staying at the hotel, went off to reception to change his room booking. He swapped it for the honeymoon suite, another large room similar to the bridal suite currently booked by the happy couple. Phil went to his car and fetched a bagful of "equipment" and then helped Roger move some of his stuff.

Jason meanwhile, got out a pill and secretly dropped it into Abigail's wine, before going to her "aid".

He feigned concern at what Bert was doing and walked straight up to the dancing couple with confidence.

"C'mon Bert. Give the young lady some space. I'm not sure she's enjoying your style." Abigail thought her knight in shining armour had arrived. After catching Bert's eye and winking at him, Jason continued.

"Is Burt giving you a hard time Abigail?" Jason asked. She wasn't sure if she had imagined an emphasis on the word "hard" or not, but she nodded meekly.

"Go on Bert. Clear off. The lady doesn't want to dance anymore." Bert grumpily stomped off. Jason, acting the gentleman led her back to her table where her drink was waiting, and pulled out a chair for her which she took gratefully. He moved her wine closer to her and she took a sip.

"Thank you for rescuing me...er?" she said quietly.

"Jason. My pleasure to aid a damsel in distress, m' lady." He gave a fake bow and she giggled at him, fully relaxed now. "Bert's OK when sober, but when he's had a few drinks, he gets a little 'grabby' in the presence of a stunningly beautiful young lady". She blushed at the compliments. She was pleased he hadn't asked her to dance and appeared to be quite friendly, so she chatted with him for a while.

She started to feel a little woozy and at one point she left to "powder her nose" and this gave the groomsmen the chance to finalise details. The other three left to go upstairs while Jason agreed to continue with his "front" and steer things from here. When she came back, he offered her a fresh drink.

"I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of fetching you another drink." She trusted the friendly gentlemanly figure and so didn't think twice about accepting it and taking sips. In truth Abigail hadn't drunk much at all that evening, wanting to stay alert, but even the small amount she had drunk seemed to be gently taking its toll. Little did she know that Jason had spiked this drink as well.

The evening was drawing on; the happy couple had already left to "retire" upstairs, and others were starting to drift away. Abigail was starting to feel quite good inside. A strange warmth filled her up from the inside, and every compliment from Jason seemed to make her tingle a little deep inside. She started feeling a little horny and she could feel her nipples throbbing gently and poking at the lace of her corset.

This was an unusual unbidden feeling for her. Had she drunk more than she thought? Was she getting turned on by Jason or perhaps the romantic situation of the wedding, or was it just the tight bodice of the corset constricting her airways? She risked remarking on this last possibility to Jason.

"I think this corset is too tight and cutting off my air supply", she whispered to him.

"Would you like me to loosen it a bit for you?" he softly joked with a comic wiggle of his eyebrows. She'd walked into that one for sure, and laughed him off. But he was hooked. "I'd like to loosen it for you if you'd let me. We can't have you fainting at your cousin's wedding, can we?" She wasn't sure if he was now being serious or not.

"I'll be fine thank you" she confirmed. "Maybe I'll just pop upstairs and do an adjustment".

She smiled at him and he stood politely as she rose to go up to her room, taking her tiny bag with her. Jason watched her tight body and wonderful arse sway across the room in the burgundy dress and head towards the lift. He quickly polished off his drink and followed, a little way back.

Abigail wandered down the corridor swaying slightly looking for the lift. Meanwhile, Jason pegged it up the stairs to the second floor, knowing the hotel lift was quite slow. He knew that Abigail's room was on the same floor as the honeymoon suite and he went to warn his friends who were lurking in the corridor. They hid around corners and pillars, waiting for an opportune moment.

When the lift doors finally pinged open on the second floor, Abigail, the only occupant exited. She was looking flushed and was a bit wobbly on her legs, but managed to orientate herself towards her room. It wasn't that she felt drunk, but she did feel horny and this somehow had affected her balance.

She was making good progress until she felt an arm go tightly around her waist from behind. Before she could react or scream, a hand closed over her mouth and two more grasped her wrists from behind. Her eyes went wide in fright and she tried to scream, lash and kick out. Her scream was largely muffled by the hand clamped over her mouth and the music coming from downstairs. She couldn't budge the hands on her wrists and her kicks flailed uselessly into thin air since her assailants were behind her.

She did manage to stamp down with her heels and must have caught a foot because somebody swore loudly in her ear. But she was no match for them and they held her tightly as she suddenly felt a funny smelling face mask held over her nose above the hand clamped over her mouth. In her fright she was breathing fast and deep, and so quickly succumbed to the incapacitating agent. She fainted and was carefully caught by strong eager male hands.

The four men quickly removed the cloth and carried her to the honeymoon suite and laid her on some cushions on the sofa, locking the door. They knew the effects of the gas would wear off very soon, but what would not wear off soon was the effect of the pills Jason had slipped her. These would increase her arousal and make her very sensitive to physical touch.

The four young men worked quickly, making sure they were ready when she woke up. They arranged and secreted some objects around the room. Jason and Phil got some soft white rope and approached the unconscious teenage bridesmaid lying on the couch.

They pulled her arms up above her head and tied her wrists firmly together, leaving a long length of rope free. Then they hauled her upright and lifted her limp body over to the centre of the room. One of the others hoisted the length of rope over a fitting in the ceiling and hauled on it, so that her hands were raised high over her head. Her head lolled forward.

Once the rope was tied off and her hands were secure, with her feet only just touching the ground in her high heels, they fetched a spreader bar. They fitted a tight ankle cuff to each of her dainty stocking-clad ankles, over the straps of the shoes, and buckled them in place. Then they spread her feet apart about 2½ feet and fastened the spreader bar to her ankles, holding her feet apart.

The four men finished making their arrangements and Phil passed around some blue pills which they each took. Then they prowled around Abigail, waiting for her to wake. They had agreed to take it in turns with her, but before the first man had his turn with her, they were going to have some fun with her.

They closed in on her and started stroking her and squeezing her breasts and bottom. Bert bobbed down beside her and started stroking up and down her lovely spread legs, up to just above her knees, lifting the hem of the dress slightly. Jason stood in front of her and held her soft breasts in his hands, squeezing them through the thin burgundy dress and the lace underneath. He could just feel her nipples through the material.

Phil stood behind her and grasped her pert bottom. He caressed it and squeezed it firmly in his strong palms through the dress. Roger stood to the side and leaned over, cupping her face, lifting her head and kissing her soft lips. It was this attention that revived her.

Abigail gently came to, gradually realising that someone was kissing her and that a number of other hands were groping her young body. She squealed and her eyes flew open as she felt the face in front of her prising her mouth open and a warm, wet tongue invading into her mouth and exploring.

Meanwhile her breasts and bottom were being fondled through her clothing. She felt stretched up with her hands tied above her head and her ankles spread. Even worse, she could feel a pair of hands stroking up her legs under her skirt. She struggled against her bindings and squealed into the mouth kissing her as she realised the vulnerable situation she was in.

The four men continued molesting her, enjoying the fact that she was now awake and conscious, but helpless to resist. Somehow it made her body feel better to touch, knowing it was uninvited, and the effects were now being felt by her.

They groped her more firmly. Bert stroked higher and higher up her legs, reaching high up under her skirt and stroking up and down her soft thighs, squeezing gently and almost reaching the lace at the top of her stockings. He encircled each captive leg in his large palms as he slid his hands up and down each leg, switching between them.

Phil, the arse man stood behind her and more firmly squeezed the round cheeks of her bottom, firmly moulding his palms around her flesh. He delved his fingers below her cheeks and down the backs of her thighs, feeling the top edges of her stockings. He delved between her cheeks, seeking out, through the thin skirt of the dress, the minimal edges of her tight lace panties nestled in her crack.

Jason stood in front and slightly to the side, to allow Roger to kiss her. He held her young but full breasts in his strong hands, moulding, fondling and squeezing them lovingly through the dress material and her underwear. He managed to tease across the front where her nipples were starting to stiffen under the touch of his fingers. Occasionally he stroked across the naked flesh of her lovely cleavage and the top swell of her breasts that were above the dress.

She was startled and moaned into Roger's mouth as Jason's fingers found her nipples and closed around them through her dress and lace underneath. He squeezed and tweaked them, trying to draw them out and make them more erect.

The men all knew that Jason's pills had made her body supersensitive and they exploited the fact by touching her gently and sensually. After kissing her deeply and allowing his friends to molest her, Roger broke the kiss and stepped back, letting the others continue to roam their hands over her body.

----- Roger -----

She panted as she caught her breath and had a chance to assess her situation. She was shocked to see all four groomsmen around her. There was a large four poster bed and some plush furniture in the room, but what she realised most was that she was tied and helpless to the molestations of four healthy young men who obviously liked the look of her. Roger smiled at her in a lustful way.

"Hello beautiful. You look wonderful all tied up like that". She overcame her shock and started to protest.

"What are you doing? Please stop. Let me go!" Roger chuckled.

"Now, now gorgeous. We're not going to let you go until we have made you feel really good. A kind of 'Thank you' for being bridesmaid to our good friend Tom." Abigail didn't like the sound of where this might be going and protested.

"What? What are you going to do? Please let me go. Stop touching me!" They ignored her pleas.

"Actually" Roger went on, "I think you are OUR 'thank you' from the bride, for us being Groomsmen to her new husband."

While Abigail was figuring out whether this was worse or not, Roger signalled to the others who drew back from her body. She thought this was some respite, especially when Phil untied the rope holding her arms up and released it. She lowered her hands in front of her, but Bert and Jason (whom she previously thought was the gentleman) grabbed her on either side.

Roger indicated the pouf over in front of the large sofa. Bert and Jason walked her over to it, allowing her to shuffle across the room because of the spreader bar, and knelt her down facing it. She looked about her, wondering what they wanted from her.

"What do you want? Let me get up! Untie my hands! I'll scream!" she whined.

Then Bert grabbed the loose rope still connected to her wrists and pulled from in front, forcing her forward until she overbalanced and lay forward over the pouf.

"Hey!" she protested. "Let me go!"

Her pert bottom stuck up in the air. The flimsy burgundy material of the dress shifted over her legs, exposing her calves in the stockings. Bert sat back in a large chair and tugged at the rope, keeping her pinned on her front over the pouf. Phil and Jason lounged back in the large sofa to her side and relaxed to watch the show.

She cried out "No!" when Roger knelt behind her to one side. "If you touch me, I'll scream!" she threatened. Phil sat forward at that remark and reach over to pick something up. He was poised to pounce if required.

Holding her down onto the pouf with one hand, Roger held her strapped ankle with his other and slid his palm up her leg. His hand moved upwards and under the skirt of the dress, smoothing up the back of her stockinged, spread thighs. His fingers delved a little towards her inner thigh between her legs, feeling the softer and more sensitive skin through the white sheer nylon.

She gasped as his hand, delving higher reached the deep lace tops of her stockings and explored the soft bare skin there, nudging past the frilly garter straps. She whimpered and meekly protested as his hand reached higher up under her dress. He reached her hips and ran across the brush along the side of her lace panties, running his fingers along the edge across to the small of her back where the lace swooped down into the parting of her lovely pert bottom.