Reluctantly you pull yourself out of the water. You can feel your swim-suit tight against your body. It is fairly new, a tight squeeze, and your nipples are perking up. Steph is easily the most beautiful girl in the town, and lucky for you, she’s bisexual. You decide to hang-out with her and the other lifeguards for a while. There aren’t any guys who work at the small pool; there aren’t many guys in the area to begin with. This of course, isn’t one of your biggest worries, for obvious reasons.

You follow Steph over to the others, as she shakes her now wet shoulder-length brown hair. Vanessa and Janice are the other guards on duty. Vanessa is the oldest, nineteen, and easily the fittest of the four of you. Her muscular body is strangely attractive, as she still has her feminine form. Girls only have to worry about going “butch” if they take all that steroid crap. Janice is your age, eighteen, but two months younger. She’s attractive, but not really an eye-catcher.

For some reason, all three of the girls seem to be suppressing giggles. You’ve known them all for a while, and something is most likely going on that you don’t know about. “Is everybody gone Vanessa?” Steph asks. “Yup, there weren’t many swimmers left anyway, they’ve all gone home. We’ve got full access to all the change rooms and the storage area now. The janitors won’t be around for a couple hours.”

You give the three a quizzical look. Vanessa puts adjusts the bottom of her two-piece blue suit, smiling to herself. “I’ll be right back.”

You turn to Steph, “So, you want to go back to your place or something…the pool is kind of a boring place to hang out in…” “Sure, but lets wait for Vanessa.”

Suddenly you realize that Janice has disappeared. She’s always so quiet! As soon as the thought forms in your mind, that all three girls are playing a trick on you, a hand is covering your mouth. You feel Janice pressing up against you from behind, holding your arms to your side and keeping you from making any sudden noises. Technically, it would be simple for you to throw off your attacker, but you’re in too much shock, and deep down, you know you’re going to like what happenings next. Vanessa is back on the scene, and now your on the hard pool deck. Your three attackers have things far too planned out to even bother resisting, and in no time you’re under their control.

Some old swim suits have you effectively gagged, with some electric tape keeping it all in. Your wrists are lashed together with a bit of tape, and the same for your feet. Not the most elaborate job, but just enough for them to cart you away. Janice walks ahead of the group, with Steph holding your legs, and Vanessa holding you by the arm pits. You don’t even bother trying to talk, everyone always does that in the stories and movies, but you know it’s pointless. The whole affair is so like that cheesy bondage literature you’re always reading. You’re in heaven.

The three set you down in the storage room, which has a grid of criss-crossing black pipes overhead. You watch from the floor as Steph starts throwing long pieces of nylon rope over one large pipe. Meanwhile, Vanessa is cutting the tape keeping your feet together. “All right Jen, stand up now.” You wobble about trying to get up without the use of your arms, and eventually succeed with a bit of help from Vanessa. Once upright, you are led over to where Steph has successfully attached that piece of rope to the large pipe. Janice brings a back of unknown contents over to the gather, setting it down in front of you. “We need to make sure you are presentable Jen.” She says, speaking for the first time that evening. The silent abductor pulls out a pair of black five-inch high-heel shoes, and without argument gets you into them. While Vanessa starts to untie your wrists, Janice and Steph bring out a spreader bar with leather cuffs. They attach the cuffs to your ankles, forcing you to spread your feet an uncomfortable two-feet apart—especially uncomfortable with the heels, which force you to take on a rather unnatural posture.

Vanessa gives your ass a sharp pinch, “Arms over your head, slut.” You obey her command, wincing a bit at the insult, even though it turns you on. Vanessa ties your wrists together, palms facing each other, with a separate piece of rope that is then tied to the rope dangling from the ceiling. Vanessa takes hold of the loose end, pulling until your arms are strained and you are almost being forced on to your tiptoes. While Vanessa holds the loose end, Steph takes a pair of scissors out of the bag. You feel yourself getting wet. In a moment, you will be naked in front of three girls, all of which you are attracted to. With three quick cuts, your bathing suit is in pieces around your feet, and you’re totally exposed. Now Janice steps forward with a long piece of rope. She walks right up to you, almost touching your naked flesh. She smiles contently as she wraps the rope around your chest just above your breasts, and then again below your breasts. She makes a knot connecting the two at the center of your chest, and then runs the rope down your front and between your legs. Vanessa reaches down and takes the rope end from Janice, brushing against your bottom. She then pulls up sharply, causing the rope to penetrate your moist cunt. Vanessa connects the end to the loose rope from the pipe, fully completing your bondage. You moan softly through the gag, trying to get comfortable. Every moment moves your body over the crotch rope, sending shivers through your frame. What could possibly come next?

You wait for the girls to do something, anything to you. The licking, the teasing, the kissing, you wait for it to happen, now that you are in their clutches. Nothing. They just watch you. Janice looks around, like she is waiting for a bus. Then you see what she’s waiting for.

Three guys, all guys you know from school, come striding into the storage room in their regular clothing. And here you are, completely naked, gagged, and tied up with kinky heels and with a generally embarrassing situation on your hands. Justin, Rick, and Patrick, all recently graduated, were obviously invited. “She’s all yours boys,” Steph proclaims cheerfully. “Jennifer is completely at your service, a perfect sex-toy, waiting to stimulate your hormonally charged, young bodies. Enjoy!”

And with that, the three girls leave. Were they attracted to you at all? Why did they do this? Sure, maybe you'd cheated with Vanessa's boyfriend that one time a while ago, but they'd only been dating for a year or so. Weren’t you her friend? Oh, and Janice’s as well, but nobody paid any attention to that one…right?

You mind drifts to more important matters, though, like the three near-men licking their chops in front of you. Rick walks right up to you, running his hand from your throat, down over your left breast, and down to your increasingly wet spot, where he plays a bit with his forefinger. “Don’t give us any trouble, okay Jen? Vanessa and Stephanie said you’d be a “good slave girl” for us, especially me.” Well, he isn’t exactly sexy, but what are you going to do about that?