"What...do you want?" Harper cried again only to feel a pair of rough hands reaching around her from behind, holding her in place as her attacker's large, firm breasts slammed up against her backside, her mouth suddenly muffled by their hands. Yet she tried to struggle, tried to fight off her assailants, a fight that quickly became a vain task.

From the way they grouped around her, the way they held her at bay she knew there had to be more than two of them around her, and possible others watching. Yet she fought on, biting down on the hand that held her screams only to quickly be rewarded with a smack across her face, a slap so hard that it knocked her back against the ground. Harper knew then, in that moment, in the second as she lay there that she was going to be taken... she was going to submit to their wills, their desires, their needs and wants.

"You do that again Harper and you're going to pay even more," she heard a familiar voice scream out towards her, which forced her to call out the name of its possessor.

"Nyla is that you? Why are you doing this to me?" She asked as she began to fight the ropes around her body once more, knowing that Nyla knot tying skills still needed a lot of work, only to quickly hear the disgruntled gasps of the others around her, the others who circled her like beasts ready to pounce, ready to feed on their prey.

"Damn it... there goes the surprise," she heard Nyla say only to have it followed by another familiar voice.

"Nyla didn't tie those knots by the way," Harper heard another of her closest friends call out.

"Tama too... let me guess that means Isis is there too somewhere as well," Harper said as she named all three of her abductors, her would be assailants now known as her closest and dearest friends.

Realizing the sex of her would be aggressors sent waves of unease through her body. Harper began to question what they were going to do to her and why they had brought her here of all places. Why they had stripped her of all her clothing? Why they had bound and blindfolded her and why they had brought her here so deep in the forest under the cover of night. What could they intend to do with her she wondered as answers to her questions began to feather through her mind. "Perhaps embarrass me to the guys I like in class by tying me up and stripping me naked or maybe...," a thought of uncertainty ran through her mind. "No way," she thought, as a sudden jolt of cold fear mixed with the excitement of the unknown, ran through her entire body, "No f-ing way," the thought built up in her mind until she could no longer contain it without finding out more.

"Nyla, what are you girls going to do with me?" Harper asked only to feel a sudden, hard, intense, open palm slap against the round of her ass, causing her to gasp in array of fear mixed with intense pleasure.

"Don't worry bitch," she heard Isis whispered deeply, "We know you like this, and we know you've wanted this for some time." Harper heard Isis moan deeply in her ear as a warm breeze rushed through her and in her embarrassment, she felt her nipples harden to the callus words, causing her pussy to wet in response.

"I told you," Nyla whispered in Harpers other ear as she felt her soft, small breasts scrapping across her own, "I told you not to worry... just let us take care of you, just submit and let us feast upon your virgin flesh." She hissed before brushing the tip of her tongue over the tip of Harpers hardened nipples, dragging her tongue back and forth over it.

"No... No...," Harper fought the desire to give in to the feelings quickly consuming her. "No... don't, I like men... I like men," she cried once more as if trying to convince her own body to fight the urges, to fight the pressure of Nyla's lips rolling over her breasts as Isis, continued to slam her open palm against the back of her ass, causing her taut ass to glow a bright shade of red.

"Shut up you stupid bitch...," Nyla said in a short harsh voice, "after this night you come to love both" Nyla hissed as she reached for a knife, quickly cutting the bindings around Harpers arms and the blindfold over her eyes. "Since you know who we are you might as well see us too... besides the best part of this is always gazing into the eyes of the victim," Nyla hissed only to hear Isis and Tama laugh in the background.

"Why... Why," Harper asked again as small tears fell from the corner of her closed eyes, "why are you doing this to me...," she cried.

"Are you really that stupid?" Tama answered from the tree line as she felt her bindings slacken and the blindfold around her eyes give way. "Remember the other night when you asked us why we don't include you in our nights out; well what do you think we are doing now?" Tama asked not really expecting or waiting for Harper to give an answer. "Shut up and enjoy yourself damn it... enjoy the idea of being taken by your best friends... by three hot women who all desire a taste of your body." Tama hissed as her body began to tingle to the idea of what they were doing to her and the possibility of a fierce, gripping orgasm that would come from taking her closest friend for the first time.

"Now open your eyes and look at me," Nyla insisted. Slowly... ever so slowly, Harpers eyes fluttered as she sighed lightly as if giving in to what was going on around her, giving into the situation. "Open your eyes damn it," Nyla insisted once more as Harper's eyes slowly drifted open and took in the full adult view of her best friend in the nude. The beauties that befall her eyes amazed her. Harper became oddly enchanted by Nyla's glowing blond hair, which strands draped erotically over her shoulders and down across her small yet pert round breasts like an early morning sun beaming its rays over the mountain peaks. Enticed to continue on, Harper's eyes drifted further down Nyla's body, impressed by the tightness of her stomach and the vibrant tanned glow of her long slender thighs only to roll her tongue over the contour of her lips as her eyes merged slowly over Nyla's pubic mound. Harper took a deep breath as she felt sensations deep inside her grow, boiling to the surface as she gazed upon the slight "V" shape curves of Nyla's tightness.