Sorry for the late next part! Got a bit tied up
Will continue again ASAP
I wriggled around in the tight space of Cheryl’s boot, praying that my hard-on would go down and the makeup would come off by the time we arrived. Rubbing my head against the floor was doing no good, since it was covered with tarpaulin. I could hear the girls chuckling at the front of the car and whispering to each other, probably discussing what they were going to do to me when we got there.
“Hellllphhhh!” my tight gag left little noise coming out, but just enough for the girls to hear.
“Huh? What was that honey?” Laura mocked. I grunted some more, in a desperate plea that they’d let me out of the boot. “I can’t tell what you’re saying. Is there something in your mouth?” No such luck. The girls continued to giggle and joke about my predicament. “How do you feel about being kidnapped, honey? I thought men were supposed to be all big and strong, not weak and helpless. I guess I was wrong!”
“Ooooh, Jack’s gonna be at the bar!” Cheryl squealed.
“Shush, Cheryl!” Laura responded. Based on some muffled grunts I assumed she handgagged her. My heart shrunk. If they were meeting with Jack that meant I was gonna be introduced to Jack’s gay friends all bound and gagged. I had never been more nervous.
I made one final attempt to escape. I struggled as hard against the duct tape that bound my wrists and legs as I could. It pulled on the hair on my skin and I grunted in pain.
“Is he trying to escape?” Laura clearly picked up on what I was doing.
“I think we should find out,” Cheryl responded. Soon after, I heard the car come to a slow halt. The doors were opened and the girls came round and opened the boot. The daylight blinded me and I squinted up to see the couple inspected my bonds, pleased that I had made no progress. Additionally, my erection hadn’t gone down even slightly.
“Hmmm, maybe we should take him out of the boot?” Cheryl suggested, to which I shook my head yes. She untied the cleave gag from the back. I gasped for air. “Please!” I pleaded.
“Oooh, yay! And then we can show him to all of the people on the way in!” Laura said. I groaned as the two girls lifted me out of the boot and sat me straight in the backseat. Laura sat with me, cuddling my helpless torso as Cheryl drove off.
“Look guys, I’m here now. I’ll go pride with you. Just please don’t take me there like thi-mmph!” Laura’s hand blocked off my sentence.
“Aw, but where’s the fun in that!” Laura said as she slid her free hand around my face and proceeded to playfully pinch my nose.
Cheryl looked at me through the rearview mirror “haha, she’s psycho! You should see what she’s like in bed!”
“Maybe you’ll get to find out,” Laura said with a wink. I was beginning to question whether or not the pair were actually lesbians.
The rest of the car journey carried on like that, basically. Laura covered my mouth with her hand and found plenty of ways to taunt me. She’d poke me or tickle me or add more makeup while Cheryl and her laughed at my helplessness.
The car eventually pulled into the town centre, at which point the girls rolled down their windows, blasting Eurythmic’s ‘Sweet Dreams’ and waving at all the groups that passed by. Many of the groups noticed me, all tied up with makeup on and laughed at me. I felt myself blushing.
“Don’t be embarrassed sweetie,” Laura grabbed my face and looked into my eyes, “today’s a day about being proud of who you are. And you’re someone who gets very turned on being a girl’s helpless prisoner.”
Before I could respond, she pulled out a roll of purple duct tape and wrapped it all around my mouth, rendering me silent.
“We’re here!” Cheryl said as she parked the car up.