Patti walked with a haughty jaunt toward her car in the parking lot. She was making her body bounce and jiggle in all the right places. She walked by placing one long, lean leg crossing over the other. The effect caused her body to bounce and rounded ass cheeks to jiggle. The men in the large green van licked their lips in anticipation. On this warm summer day, Patti was showing off her 20-year-old body. She wore a tight, short, red skirt and matching sleeveless red blouse. The skirt came to mid a thigh. The neck of the blouse was U shaped and dipped tantalizingly low on her chest showing off the tops of her very large breasts. In fact, the business school that she was enrolled in asked her to wear something more appropriate next time since they felt that having her tits hang out was inappropriate. They did not say it that way, of course, but you knew what they meant. The material of the blouse was so sheer that the outline of the lacy design of her large 38 D cup bras was plainly visible to all who cared to look. The men in the van were looking very closely. They would be getting a much closer look in a matter of seconds. Her legs were long, smooth, slim, but muscular. The black high heels she was wearing helped to emphasize the youthful smoothness of her calves and helped shape the outline of her ass cheeks against the fabric of the skirt. Those cheeks moved delightfully as she walked. Her face was beautiful with large wide blue eyes, small nose and pouty red lips. Her straight blonde hair was parted in the middle and its length ended in a slight outward flip at her shoulders.

The men watched her nubile breasts bounce and sway with each step that she took as she walked rapidly toward her car. The van inched closer toward her and before she knew what happened she was swooped up and shoved into the van's interior. She screamed, but the van door was already closed and the interior was sound proofed. Three hooded men looked at her while she was on the floor with her skirt up to her thighs and her long legs well exposed to their searing glances. She began to struggle, from outrage and growing fear, but was no match for the three strong men. Her delicate wrists were cuffed behind her back and her pretty ankles were also cuffed together. A blindfold was placed over her eyes and a sponge gag was stuffed into her large mouth. She struggled on the van floor, but all she did was hike up her skirt and lower her blouse showing more luscious skin. One of the men saw her blouse lower revealing more cleavage and thought he could make out just the barest hint of the areola of her right nipple just below the bra cup, but it proved to just be just a shadow. How disappointing, he thought. He was, however, treated to about half of an exposed tit well mounded over the bra cup rim. He dearly wanted to rip off her blouse and bra and suck on those luscious breasts, but the boss always wanted to be the first one to do that.

Patti shivered with terror and fear as she lay on the floor. She felt her long legs exposed and she knew her short skirt did not hide them from their lewd glances. She also felt the downward tug on her low-cut blouse and sensed that her upper chest was bare. Why did she have to show herself off today, she thought? She tried to remain still, but she was quivering. She became embarrassed and even more fearful when she heard one of the men exclaim, "Christ, look at the nice boobs the bitch has got, they're tremendous. I'd love to suck 'em and fuck her right now."

She was really frightened now and tried to struggle out of her bonds, but quickly stopped when another of the men observed, "Look at those tits bounce!" Patti realized that she was in deep shit. She read about girls being sexually tortured. She hoped she wasn't going to be one of them. Just two weeks ago she read about a girl named Janice who was missing and had not been found(see the "Perils of Janice.") While she had a dynamite body and showed it off, she didn't have all that much experience with sex. One boyfriend actually felt her up, but only outside her clothing. Another actually got to remove her bra before she ended it. It was very dark and Patti did not think he had gotten to see anything. She did enjoy the attention she got when she dressed the way she did. Men stared at her chest, almost asking if those jutting globes were for real. No surgeon touched those melons. Unfortunately, she had attracted the attention of the wrong people and now she was about to suffer the consequences. She almost wished she had small breasts like some of her friends.

The van ride was long and the air inside was stifling. She started to sweat. Her blouse was clinging as sweat dripped from her body. The light material molded itself to her torso and that just accented the big bar encased breasts. She still felt the hem of her skirt above her upper thigh. And dreaded that her panties were surely exposed. She couldn't see so she didn't know if they were staring at her, which they were, so she didn't know which way to turn. She started to cry. She felt a hand on her exposed thigh and another on her ass. Then she heard, "The boss doesn't like'em crying, so you better shut up!" She tried to control herself, and then the hands were removed from her body, after a knowing caress on her thigh.

The van finally stopped and hands lifted her out and she was dragged into a room where she was made to stand up. Her blind fold was removed and she quickly blinked and looked around wildly and sitting at a desk was the fiercest man she had ever seen. His face was dark and angry looking and his eyes were deeply penetrating and right now they were pointed at her and looking up and down her body. He made no pretense about what he was looking at and licked his lips several times. He must be the boss, she thought. He turned to his workers and said, "Thank you gentlemen. You've brought me another great set of tits. As usual you'll be paid well." The men left and Patti stood before this monster. He kept looking at her while she was standing in front of him.

He said, "Well, my men brought me a winner. My penis is already getting hard just looking at you and thinking about what I'm going to do to you." With that, she started struggling with her bonds and began to whimper. He quickly moved toward her and slapped her face back and forth. He shouted, "I hate bitches who cry. If you don't want me to slap you around, shut up." She again tried to control herself, but her body wouldn't stop shaking. "You look nervous," he exclaimed. "You should be, since you don't know what's going to happen. Well, I'll tell you a little. You and I are going to become very good friends, I mean intimate friends, like I am going to have intimate knowledge with that great body of yours," he informed her. She cringed and reddened. He laughed.

He put his hands on her smooth calves and traveled up and down her legs. She tried to move away, but since both her ankles were tied together, she couldn't. His hands glided up and over her knees to her silky thighs, and then under her skirt which rode up as he continued his examination. When his hands stopped, they were almost to her waist and the skirt was bunched above his hands. He had a very nice view of her dainty, black lace bikini cut panties. He stared at them for a few seconds. His finger glided around to her round ass cheeks and he squeezed. She groaned and trembled. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She desperately tried to pull away from his hands, but she wasn't able to move away. This man was gazing at her exposed panties and was squeezing her ass cheeks and she was helpless. And, she didn't even know who he was.

Patti felt the pressure end on her ass as he took his hands away from her body, but only for a moment, since he now put them on her waist, in the front, just over the panties. By this time her red U shaped, sleeveless blouse was out of her skirt and his hands were on her bare skin and moved upward under the blouse. She fought, but he just grabbed and his hands moved up to her large breasts. He squeezed and fondled her large breasts for a second or two and was rewarded when he felt her nipples become somewhat erect through the bra. He then removed his hands from her breasts. The blouse stayed above her bra and he made no effort to hide his staring. Her black lace bra was large and was a heavy contrast to her white body. He moved around to her back and read the label, "38 D cup! That's great!. Your tits are tremendous and, I'm a tit man. I love big boobed bitches. Yours are rather nice," he chortled. "I see your nipples got hard from me squeezing them. Soon I'll see what they look like! I hope they're pink, and large. I love big nipples that respond when I lick and suck and tug them!" She became light headed. He took a set of tissues and removed the cap from a bottle, poured a little of the substance on the tissues and pressed them over her mouth and nose. She held her breath as long as she could, but when she inhaled, she started to see black. The last thing she felt was both his hands holding on to and squeezing her breasts as she fell.

When Patti awoke she couldn't willfully move her body. She also felt stiff and her legs and shoulders hurt. She was hanging by her wrists that were fastened to leather cuffs which in turn were fastened to chains going up to and disappearing into the ceiling. Her wrists were about two feet apart. Her arms, however, were crushing her ears and head. There was a leather strap that held those arms against her head, preventing her from any movement. The strap also passed through the large ring gag that kept her mouth impossibly open. The ring was behind her teeth and she felt as if her jaw was about to break. Her ankles were about four feet apart held by leather cuffs attached to chains disappearing into the floor. Her shoes had been removed and her toes just barely touched the floor. If she strained and stretched she was able to touch the floor relieving the pressure on her shoulders. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs and the bottom of her panties covering her quivering ass cheeks could just be seen. Her breasts were pushed high on her chest from the position of her arms. Thus, she was helpless, with her arms tied tightly against her head, preventing it from moving. Her shoulders supported most of her weight since she was not always able to reach the floor. Patti felt fear and anxiety and some anticipation about what was going to come. She knew she was going to be naked soon and worse, was probably going to be raped. The fear traveled down her belly and into her crotch. She also felt very warm. There were two bright spot lights that illuminated her body. They were hot and she felt herself sweating. The moisture dripped down her armpits, down the side of her body, only to get absorbed by the material of the blouse. Patti also felt the sweat dripping down her forehead. She frantically squinted about the room by moving her eyes and saw the boss, sitting at his desk just smiling at her in cruel anticipation about what was to come. She realized that she couldn't close her mouth and try as she might, she was unable to swallow the saliva her glands were producing. She was disgusted with herself because several globs of spit starting drooling out of her mouth. She felt the thick liquid drip down her chin and onto her chest. The drool landed right in her exposed cleavage. Her boobs were getting a saliva bath.

She felt the wetness drip into the space between her large round breasts and down into the lacy, frilly material of the bra. It also became absorbed by the material of the blouse and slowly a large wet spot spread across the large protuberances of her tits. Try as she might, she was unable to swallow fast enough to prevent the drool from leaving her wide open O-shaped mouth. The sweat was also contributing to the wetness of the blouse material. Slowly, but surely, her blouse was becoming transparent allowing him to see her bra and some extra hints of flesh! At least he hadn't taken her clothes off, yet!