Dating App Victim

My wrists were bound behind my back with soft rope and I watched as several scarves matching the one around my neck were laid out on the bench.

‘Time you were gagged’, one of them said taking one of the scarves and forcing it into my mouth. It was dry cotton and I choked on it as it was forced inside. I tried to push it out but her hand clamped over my mouth whilst her sister picked up another scarf and rolled it into a tube and tied a knot in the middle.

The knot was forced into my mouth and the scarf was tied tightly behind my head preventing me from pushing the material out; although believe me I tried.

They weren’t finished; another scarf was folded into a strip and tied across my open mouth and finally another one was folded to match the one around my neck with a proper triangle and that was tied over my lower face concealing the gag.

My balls were twisted causing a cry of pain but nothing passed my lips and the sisters nodded; ‘that seems to work quite well which means we can move on to the first punishment!’

I was tied over the same bench recently vacated by the man, only I was on my back. I realised how vulnerable I was when my legs were tied as far apart as they could manage.

‘It’s picnic time!’ I heard one of the sisters say. ‘What shall we feed our captive first?’ ‘Let’s start with soup’, was the reply as one of the sisters held up a huge syringe full of red liquid. I gasped as it was driven into my arse and as I felt liquid flooding in one of the sisters informed me that it was tomato soup with added chillies and cod liver oil.

‘What about some sausage rolls?’ I saw her holding up two large ones. Her hand disappeared between my legs and I felt the pastry forced inside me. ‘Fruit to finish off with?’ the other sister said holding up two peeled bananas. After they were rammed home she forced a canister of squirty cream in and filled every available space with it.

The other sister held up a large butt plug gleaming in lubricant and it was soon embedded inside and there was no way I could force it out. ‘Enjoy your lunch!’ they said sitting at another table to eat their own food.

My bowels were churning when they finally untied me and the feeling wasn’t improved when I stood up. I bent over with the pain from the cramps but apparently there was to be no rest bite.