(Link to part one in comments)
“Bring her to the bed, let’s get started.” Mike’s voice interrupts the two men, and they both reach for your restraints. Your wrists are free first, but not for long. As soon as you bring your hands together and start trying to get the leather straps unhooked, Mike grabs your fingers and squeezes them. The pain in your hands is almost unbearable as you hear him say “Don’t do anything stupid, Heather.” You regret giving him your real name as the sound of him saying it is like being stabbed in the gut.
As soon as your ankles are free, the three men work together to lift you. Mike shifts his grip from your fingers to your shoulders as George pushes your upper half forward. You feel him and Paul each take a leg, and you’re suspended in their grip, looking down at Mike’s cock and the ground past it. They move quickly, carrying you to the mattress in the middle of the room. They strip what’s left of your clothes off of you, then basically drop you on the bed. You instinctively pull up your knees and double over into the fetal position.