#theblacksite

“On your toes, cunt!” She obeyed, and in an instant there was another click as the cuffs clipped onto something unseen. The arm around her throat released its grip, leaving her alone and standing on her toes. She pulled at the unseen restraint above her head, putting her body weight into it, but there was no give at all. Rough hands slid underneath her t-shirt, caressing her sides. Ella stiffened as she heard the characteristic flick of a knife. “Let’s unwrap our new toy.” Hands suddenly grabbed her left leg, pulling it backwards and roughly slipping her shoe off her foot, then rolling the sock right off. The process was quickly repeated, grabbing her other leg so abruptly that she lost her balance for a moment and her whole body weight hung painfully from the handcuffs. “Mmmmf!” she protested into the tape gag. They paid her no attention, leaving her standing on her toes on the cold concrete floor. The hands went to her leggings, grabbing the waistline and pulling the fabric down over the curve of her hips and down to her ankles. "Step out of them, one foot up, then the other," one of the men ordered curtly. She hesitated for a moment and was swiftly reprimanded by a stinging slap across her butt. "Now!" Reluctantly Ella obeyed, lifting one foot first, then the other so the man could slip her leggings off of her completely. The sharp, cold tip of the knife touched Ella's waistline, providing only light pressure against her bare skin as it snagged on the hip band of her panties. She felt the fabric catch against the blade as it continued to trace down her hip, pulling her underwear down with it until the thin fabric passed over the curve of her hips and fell straight to her knees. Ella shivered in terror, half-exposed to the gaze of her abductors. Her t-shirt was next. The man behind Ella tugged her hair, pulling her head back so the sharp blades wouldn’t risk slicing open her throat as the thin fabric was sliced through and ripped away. She whimpered as a black sports bra became her last piece of clothing. She tried to lean back and shy away as the sharp tip of the knife teased across her nipples through the fabric. “Mmmf!” she protested. “Shut up cunt,” her captor ordered, jerking her closer by the bra. With a single smooth motion the man behind her unclasped the hooks, allowing his counterpart to tear it away. There was a brief pause as he whistled appreciatively. "Very nice, we're gonna have a lot of fun with you. Are these big titties sensitive?” Ella lurched backwards as his fingers brushed her bare skin, but the man behind her moved up so her back pressed into the coarse fabric of his own clothing. He pushed her forward, back to the man with the knife. She went wild with panic as they touched her, writhing in place as rough hands groped her breasts, rolled and twisted her nipples, gripped her hips, and pinched her butt cheeks. Pinned helplessly between them, Ella could only whimper and cry as they thoroughly inspected her naked body with intrusive hands. Finally a powerful hand forced its way between her thighs from behind and painfully gripped her sex between calloused fingers. “Alright bitch, listen up,” the man in front of her ordered gruffly. Ella went still, and the grip loosened slightly. “You know what happens to naked women in basements with strange men.”