Faye and Nicole were making their way along Richmal Road by the park when a large car drove past them and then slowed to walking paced as it drew into the curb some way ahead. It was a convertible with its top folded down revealing four shirt-sleeved men inside. They leaned out of it and began trading playful remarks with a gaggle of girls who looked as though they were heading for some rendezvous at a bar or club.

Apparently the exchange did not go well, however, and the girls recoiled with exclamations of disgust and walked on, while the car halted and the men inside it conferred. Meanwhile Faye and Nicole jogged closer. They now saw it was a red Buick: an American nineteen sixties classic, with left hand drive, gleaming silver trim, white walled tyres and a soft blacktop.

Its occupants broke off their discussion as they saw them approaching and leaned out to look Faye and Nicole up and down with all the subtlety of inspectors in a meat market. They were four men in their twenties. They were clean enough and exuded a heavy tang of male grooming products, but they were not particularly attractive, being variously skinny and chinless, pug-nosed, overweight or sporting pink jug ears.

The driver, with a paunch in his lap covered by a garish Hawaiian shirt, called out cheerfully, 'Hallo ladies. Are you looking for a good time, because we're all packed and ready to party!' The men in the back indicated a large portable CD and radio player and box of assorted bottles and cans on the seat between them.

It was a crude attempt at a pickup by a carload of no-hopers and might have explained their earlier failure. In normal circumstances it would have been a total turn off. But right then Faye and Nicole were not feeling normal.

Their pace faltered as they drew level with the car. They knew it was stupid to take any notice of them but they could not help themselves. The very crudeness of the invitation and the appearance and attitude of the men making it was perversely irresistible. Of course it was madness even to consider such an offer from total strangers by the side of a street at any time. Even if they were only after innocent fun to begin with, in their current condition Faye and Nicole would not be able to resist if it became more serious. But that very possibility only made it seem more appealing. They could not simply pass on by.

Licking her lips, which had suddenly got very dry, Faye asked, 'Where's this party then?'

In that shrinking part of her mind still trying to cling to some semblance of rationality, she hoped it would be somewhere so dull or else so ridiculous it would be possible to reject it. Then they could jog on.

'Oh, we know somewhere very special and private,' the driver said with a grin. 'Exclusive even. But it's a secret. We don't tell anybody where it is. So if you want to see it you'll have to be blindfolded first.'

'And have your wrists taped if you get too fidgety,' his companion added.

'And mouths gagged if you make too much noise,' one of them in the back suggested.

'Or maybe we'll do all of them to you anyway because bound chicks are hot,' said the last guy, beaming as though he'd just made the wittiest of conversational sallies.

'I can't imagine why you haven't picked up a dozen girls already with chat-up lines like that,' Nicole said, trying to sound sarcastic and contemptuous and failing miserably.

Faye gulped. Why did they have to say such crude and wonderful things? Her stomach felt hollow with need as her pussy throbbed wetly. Her nipples were showing through her top. She looked at Nicole who was gazing at the men and the car in helpless fascination. It was madness to say yes. But that meant turning down the prospect of blindfolds and bondage... and who knew what more? If there was a chance they could get their fix right now instead of jogging for miles and miles to Nicole's flat to use a mere machine to give them half satisfaction at best... then why not?

'That sounds like... fun,' she said faintly. She struggled to ask one sensible question, however naively. 'But how do we know we can trust you?'

'We solemnly promise to bring both of you back here when were all partied out,' the driver said solemnly, raising his right hand as though taking an oath. The other's copied him, smirking.

'All right... let's party,' Faye said.

'Looks like we've landed us a couple of hot ones!' the jug-eared man exclaimed.

Yes, they were hooked all right and there was no turning back.

They slid into the big seats, the men making room for them between them, Faye in the front and Nicole in the back, so they were sandwiched between male thighs.

Reece, Tony, Ash and Ned introduced themselves. Faye did not take much notice of who was who. All she wanted was her release from need and reward of ultimate pleasure. If these men could not give it to her then they really were losers.

The big car pulled smoothly away into the night. With a whir of motors its top unfolded and closed back into place over their heads, shutting them in.

'Now we've got to tie and blindfold you,' Reece the driver said.

His companions produced strips of cloth and reels of silver repair tape.

'You really have come prepared,' Nicole said in a faint voice.

'Regular boy scouts, that's us,' Reece agreed.

As, with thudding hearts, Faye and Nicole meekly extended their arms with their wrists pressed together, Faye thought: they actually travelled round with the materials at hand on the wild chance that they might lure girls into their car with their sparkling personalities and the offer of blindfolding, gagging and binding them to take them to a party at a secret location! They were self-deluded idiots...

The blindfold closed over her eyes. Tape bound her wrists. A strip was pushed across her mouth, sealing her lips. Her pussy pulsed and exuded more juices into her pants.

On the other hand they'd picked them up, hadn't they? Maybe they were not so crazy after all. Had they learned that Avingdon was a good place to hunt for desperate, vulnerable women who could literally be picked up off the street with the right kind of offer? If that was true then they knew they could do anything to them. Oh God, what had they got themselves into?

A flush of panic sized Faye and she began to moan and struggle. A hand took hold of her throat and squeezed a warning until she stilled. Another hand rubbed between her thighs. From behind her she could hear Nicole moaning and a rustle of fabric.

'Got some lively ones here,' one of them said. 'This is going to be a fucking good party!'

There came the ripping sound of more tape being torn off rolls. Fingers pinched through Faye's thin top about her swollen left nipple until she whimpered with pain.

'Hold still, slut!' a voice said in her ear.

Faye felt her bound wrists pulled down against her bare knees and then a strip of tape was roughly wrapped around them both, pinching her knees together and forcing her to hunch forward. She strained at her new bonds but she could not pull free.

A hand returned to her breast and began to squeeze and fondle it. 'Now you just hold still or you'll get hurt,' a voice warned. 'We'll soon be there and then I can have a proper look at these lovely big tits of yours...'

The journey only took about ten minutes. When the car pulled up and they were bundled out the sounds of the city were now at a distance, replaced by the whisper of the breeze through trees. There was gravel under their feet. Hunched over with their wrists still bound to their knees they were compelled to shuffle awkwardly along a winding stone flagged path. They felt low bushes bush their bare legs. Then there was a pause while a door was opened with a squeak. They stumbled up a few steps and they were inside, walking on an echoing woodblock floor.

The door closed behind them, a bolt was thrown across followed by the swish of a curtain being drawn. There came the thud and clink of the CD player and the box with the drinks in it being set down. Faye and Nicole were pushed together and held by one of the group with a fistful of their hair in each hand.

'Let's get some lights on and see what we've got,' came Reece's voice. There were shuffles of feet and the zip and the sulphurous smell of matches being struck. After a moment they smelt hot candle wax. Then their blindfolds were pulled off.

They were standing in what might have been the dusty abandoned ballroom of the country house, lit by a few dozen candles in improvised holders. Large, curtained windows ran along one wall. Assorted junk was stacked about the rest of the room: an array of worn or broken chairs, the heavy iron frames of old-fashioned bedsteads, a trunk with ravelled lengths of rope hanging out of it, an old serving trolley, a couple of old booms, a few lengths of gardening bamboo and an antique carpet beater. Propped up against one wall was a big, faded green felt notice board with many pins stuck into it from which hung yellowed sheaves of paper held together with bulldog clips.

But Faye and Nicole spent only moments taking all this in. They were blinking in fear at their captors, who were standing in a ring about them each holding a knife of some description.

Garth had used a knife on them in the video, but that had been acting and working to a script. This was a plunge into the unknown. These men might do anything with them. Faye felt the sick taste of genuine alarm in her mouth even as her lust fed off it. Even in the midst of danger, she was learning that fear was an incredible aphrodisiac to a SIMEON sufferer.

Reece's chubby face split into a malevolent grin. 'Now we're going to have a party and you're going to be the entertainment. So to get us in the right mood, we want to see you naked!

The men ripped the strips of gag tape off their mouths, making them wince.

'You can scream all you like now,' Reece told them. 'There's nobody to hear you out here...'

Faye and Nicole bit their lips but they said nothing. They were balanced on knife edges of their own between true fear and the desperate desire for the suffering that would grant them release from their terrible need.

The knives sliced through the tapes that bound their wrists and knees and the remains were pulled off them. Miserably Faye and Nicole straightened up.

'Now strip!' Reece commanded.

The CD player was switched on, blaring out some dated disco beat. Cans of lager were distributed and popped open. The men began to clap and stomp in time. 'Strip, strip, strip!' they chanted.

And Faye and Nicole stripped, peeling off their running gear with trembling fingers. When they were naked they automatically clasped the hands behind their heads, displaying their bare bodies meekly. It was impossible to conceal the hardness of their nipples or the glistening streaks about the lips of their sexes. Their stained panties lay on the floor reeking with their excitement.

The men crowded round to examine their prizes. Breasts were squeezed, nipples were snapped, buttocks were patted and spread and sexes were probed. They used their knives to intimidate them, sliding the flats of the blades across their nipples and watching them spring up again. They tugged at tufts of their pubic hair and each man cut one tiny spray off for himself.

'Mementoes of what we're sure is going to be a memorable night,' Reece explained.

It was crude and cruel and Faye and Nicole trembled and stifled moans of disgust and shameful delight. When the men were done they were pushed down onto their knees before them. Their arms were pulled behind their backs and their wrists were taped together once again.

'You are two quality pieces of girl flesh,' Reece said generously. 'We are going to have so much fun with you. Now, what we start with? I think maybe you ought to suck us all off. Do you want to do that? Will you beg to suck us off?

Whether it was from a shred of lingering pride or a sense they had to play the game, both Faye and Nicole shook their heads.

'You revolt us!' Faye spat out, entirely truthfully.

'Then it looks as though were going to have to persuade you...'

Two battered old armchairs were pulled over to the centre of the room. Taking hold of Faye and Nicole they were lifted up, twisted about and turned upside down and laid in the chairs with their heads hanging over the front of the seats and their haunches resting against the chair backs with their bare bottoms up tilted. Their legs were pulled painfully over their heads, bowing their backs, and spread apart until their ankles were pressed against the ends of the chair arms. Lengths of tape were bound across their backs, holding them in place.

Two large thick half-burnt white candles were brought over and pushed deep into their vaginas, so that a few centimetres were left jutting up into the air.

Faye and Nicole shook their heads in horror. 'No, please don't!' they begged. But they were ignored and the candles were lit. After a minute wax began to trickle down the sides of the candles and flowed into the moist valleys of their vulvas, stinging and burning their sensitive flesh.

'Please! We'll do it! We beg to suck you off!' Faye and Nicole pleaded together.

'All of us?' Reece asked.

'Yes, all of you!'

'The candles don't get put out until we've all spunked in your mouths,' Reece told them.

Faye and Nicole opened their mouths wide.

The men unbuckled their belts and pulled down their trousers, exposing their hardening cocks. Taking turns they knelt in front of the chairs, took hold of their captives' heads and rammed their cocks deep down their throats until they bulged. Desperately, trying not to gurgle, with the men's balls rubbing in their faces, Faye and Nicole sucked them off, gulping down their sperm as they ejaculated into their mouths, fearfully aware of the candles burning down moment by moment in their pussies, spreading their rivulets of wax through their soft furrows and into their pubic curls.

By the time the last man came inside their throats the candles were had burned down to wax-rimmed pools that seemed to fill their clefts. The girls could feel their parted pussy lips singing, protected only by a wet film of their exuded juices that was now starting to steam away.

'Please, please!' they begged through their sperm-smeared lips.

Grinning, Reece pinched out the candle flames and the girls sighed with relief. Then he took hold of the melted masses of candle wax filling their clefts and yanked them out viciously. Fay and Nicole yelped and sobbed in pain as the wax tore great tufts of their pubic hair away with it, leaving them depilated about the rims of their soft pink clefts.

While they cried softly, Reece rubbed his hands together. 'Now what shall we do with you next...?'

***

Nicole was bent face down over the old rattling serving trolley. Her arms were still bound behind her back. More tape went across the back of her neck and waist, holding her in place. Her legs overhung the rear of the trolley, allowing her to push herself along with her toes. She kept her legs wide for fear of upsetting the broom that trailed between them. The end of its handle was plugged into her anus, held in place only by the grip she had on it. She had been warned what would happen if she dropped it.

The men sat in a row with their penises hanging out, recovering from their earlier ejaculations. They were laughing, drinking and commenting on her progress. The music was still playing. Faye lay on the floor at their feet with her wrists and ankles bound, so they could rest their heels upon her.

To make Nicole's task more painful they had pulled a few of the old drawing pins from the pinboard and laid them face up on the trolley top beneath her breasts. She tried to keep her shoulders up but the rattle of the trolley and its vibration was steadily driving the tips into her soft hot flesh. Already she could feel warm trickles flowing out of her and smearing across the polished wooden top of the tray. She cried softly as she swept.

The worst thing was she that although she was being aroused by her maltreatment she was still no nearer coming and easing some of the terrible tormented inside her. Her pussy, much to the amusement of the four men, was still dribbling freely, making trickles on the edge of the serving table and drips on the floor which the broom smeared after her. She could see that Faye, being used as a living footrest, was in no better state and had a puddle of own unrequited lust forming beneath her own hips. But there were totally at the mercy of their captors, who were in no hurry to use them while they recovered from their earlier ejaculations. After all they had the whole night in front of them...

And then what? Would they return them as they promised or simply keep them? They may have traded away their freedom in their desperate desire for pleasure.

Then, as she made a turn at the end of the room, Nicole felt the broom handle sliding out of her anus. Horrified she clenched at it more tightly with her anal ring but it popped out of her and dropped with a clatter to the floor.

Reece got up and came over to her as she cowered with her head hung low. He had a length of bamboo in his hand. Without saying a word he swiped it half dozen times across Nicole's upturned buttocks, driving her and the trolley in jerks across the floor even as he imprinted sharp red and purple stripes across her cheeks which she clenched inward in a futile attempt to protect herself. Every blow made her flinch, driving the drawing pins under her breasts even further into her flesh.

When he was done, Reece picked up the fallen broom, pushed it back inside Nicole's rectum once more and then returned to his seat. Sobbing, Nicole resumed her cleaning duties.

When she finished, she replaced Faye as their captors' fleshy footstool while Faye took her turn cleaning the floor with drawing pins in her breasts and a broom handle up inside her bottom...

***

Fay and Nicole were hung side-by-side on the iron bed frames that were propped up against the wall. Their arms were pulled up over their heads and their wrists were crossed. Their legs were pulled up on either side of them and splayed painfully wide so the backs of their knees and feet touched the frames. This caused their pubic mounds to bulge outward unnaturally from between their straining thighs, while the outward twisting of their hips also exposed the puckers of their anuses. Many lengths of old rope and loops of tape had been bound about their wrists and elbows and across their chests and over their thighs and knees and ankles.

Lengths of bamboo had been tied above and below their breasts and pulled tightly together until they made their breasts bulge out between them. Strips of tape were stretched across their foreheads, keeping their heads facing forward. They were bound so tightly they could only roll their eyes and wriggle their fingers and toes. The strips of cloth that had been their blindfolds had been knotted in their middles and forced into their mouths and tied tight to serve as gags. This at least gave them something to bite on as they screamed and sobbed in pain.

The men were taking turns beating them. They used bamboos and the old carpet beater, which swished through the air and smacked the interlocked looping design of its flat head into their skin even as it made their battered flesh ripple and the bed frames shake. They beat their soft, spread inner thighs and the mounds of their sexes and the bulging trapped hemispheres of their breasts. Soon the fronts of their bodies were simmering rosy red. Whenever there was a pause, one of the men who had recovered sufficiently from his earlier efforts stepped up to them and rammed his penis into their vagina or anus as he chose. The floor beneath them was stained with drips from their overflowing sexes and the men's sperm while the dusty heavy air of the ballroom now smelt of raw sex.

When the pain of their beatings became too much they lost command of their bladders and spurted across the floor. The men laughed uproariously at this. When they were finished they pulled their gags open enough to pour more drink down their throats, filling their stomachs up for their next shameful display.

And then, when two of the men were inside them at the same time and they could feel of the shake and rattle of the bed frames as they were each roughly shafted, they came. Full SIMEON Mega-orgasms tore through them and at last they had their reward. For a time they floated somewhere beyond the reach of their dominators in perfect peace. It was a lovely place to be...