Brad moved away for a second, coming back with a roll of white masking tape. There was the ripping sound of tape being pulled from the roll. And then Anna felt the sticky substance being plastered around her skull, wrapped tightly around her face to keep those awful-tasting shorts embedded in her mouth!

"Ummmmmfffffffff!"

"Man, she's a feisty slut," Ed commented, tossing the roll of tape to the floor.

"Get her fuckin' legs. Then we can get a good tap on the little bitch and find out if she was tellin' the truth about bein' a virgin," Brad suggested, checking the ropes around her wrists, then pulling her arms back until they stretched over her head. "What you doin'?"

"Makin' sure this one gets the full effect," Ed answered, picking up a two-foot piece of half-inch line. Looping the rope around the rope binding Anna's wrists together, Ed tugged the piece back, affixing it to one strong leg of the bench.

Anna grit her teeth together, grinding them as she felt the muscles and tendons pull back and stretch from the move. The backs of her legs scraped painfully over the splintery wood as she twisted helplessly, still trying to break away from these animals.

"Ohhhh yeahhh, nice, nice…" Brad grinned.

Ed stood up from his crouching position behind her, staring down at her full thirty-four-inch tits, the hard red little flubs capping them, the gentle, sensuous swells of her belly and thighs.

Even on her back Anna's firm, round asscheeks pillowed out to either side of her hips. She was a devastatingly lovely girl, a young woman whom men looked twice at. Now she was roped in a small garage in South Pasadena, helplessly tied up while two men were going to rape her!

The spit wadded up behind the shorts, making her twist her head to one side and swallow her saliva. She knew she would drown if she weren't careful. Forcing down the terror, Anna took deep, calming breaths, wriggling her fingers to insure circulation in spite of the tight bonds.