Chapter 3

It would probably help if you read the first two installments. They kind of explain how our young, naïve couple found themselves in this mess.

Barbara started for the door and the big blond put her hand on her chest and firmly pushed her back a few steps.

“Ya know?” The woman started “You people really piss me off!

You come in here in your designer clothes, shaking your ass in the guys faces. Not even caring that their wives and girlfriends are sitting right there.

You probably think it’s amusing to come down from your ivory tower and play with the riff-raff. Don’t you?”

“I. Uh, No” Barbara stammered.

“Shut up bitch! Don’t you know a rhetorical question when you hear one? Or maybe they didn’t teach you that in private school.

Tell you what. You get off on showing your goodies to the boys. Well, now you have our undivided attention. Let’s see ‘em.”

“What? What are you saying?”

“The clothes bitch! Take ‘em off!”

In the men’s room Kenneth had followed the instructions the waitress gave him and his left wrist was cuffed to an overhead pipe.

He thought for sure she was there to rob him and figured if he just went along with it, everything would be ok and no one would get hurt.

As expected, she had him reach around to his back pocket, remove his wallet and toss it to her.

She didn’t take any money out of it though. Instead, she removed his driver’s license, stuck it in her pocket and placed his wallet on the edge of the sink

Then she removed her phone from the clip on her belt. It was a smart phone and the screen had to be at least 7 inches.

She dialed a number and spoke into the phone.

“Yeah. We’re almost ready in here. How’s it going on your end? Cool. Gimme a second.”

She took the phone and propped it up where Kenneth could see the screen

“You know what Skype is don’t you?

“Yeah. It’s like a phone call with video.”

“Very good. Now you’re going to do what I tell you or your wife is going to watch you get hurt live, via Skype.

Now, turn around and face the wall and don’t do anything stupid.”

Back in the pool room, the bartender ended the phone call, opened the app and asked Barbara the same question about Skype that her sister had asked Kenneth.

She held up her phone so that Barbara could see her husband in the men’s room, helpless.

He was turned with his back to the camera as the waitress approached him, reached around to his belt buckle and removed his belt.

She unzipped his pants and in one swift motion pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

She told him to turn around and face her.

The pants and underwear around his ankles hobbled him so as he rotated his penis flopped around as it protruded from the front of his shirt.

“You can’t do this!” Barbara cried. “It’s illegal and completely crazy”

“Oh we can and we will” said the bartender “The only question is will you have clothes to wear home or will we cut them off of you and toss them in the burn barrel out back? Either way, your clothes are coming off.”

“Kenneth?” She asked “Are you ok? Have they hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine Barbara. It’s you I’m worried about.”

“Holy shit!” Said the blonde. “I don’t believe it. We actually have Ken and Barbie here. How cute!

Now Barbie, this is your last chance. You can take your clothes off or we’ll hold you while one of us cut them off of you and you go home in your birthday suit.”

“Barbar...” Kenneth started, until the waitress smacked him on the side of the head.

“Barbie” She instructed “From now on, you call her Barbie. Every time you screw up, I’m going to spank your ass with your own belt.”

“Barba ... Um Barbie, Just do as they say and hopefully we can get out of here in one piece.”

With shaking hands, Barbara reached for the 4th button on her blouse. The first three were already unbuttoned.

She was resigned to the fact that she was going to be naked in a room full of strangers. Most of them men.

She tried not to think about what was sure to happen once they had her naked.

“Hold it!” Yelled the blonde. “We need some music if she’s going to give us a proper striptease.

Bobby, Find us something she can dance to.”

One of the men, presumably Bobby pulled out his phone and scrolled through his iTunes library.

He selected one and Led Zepplin’s “Kashmir” started playing.

Stiffly she began to move her hips back and forth and reached for the collar of her shirt, sliding her hand down until she encountered the first closed button.

The blond waved her arms and got her attention. She pantomimed “Watch me, do what I do” and began to sway to the music and pretended she was unbuttoning her shirt.

Barbara watched her and followed suit. If she focused on the big blonde, she didn’t have to look at the rest of the group who were leering at her, waiting to see her undress.

Kevin couldn’t see the blonde on the phone screen and he was amazed at how easily Barbara seemed to take to stripping.

He was suddenly aware that his penis was erect, sticking out under the tails of his shirt.

The waitress zoomed in on his hard on and told her sister to show “Barbie” how excited her husband was watching her strip in front of her new friends.

Following her “mentor”, Barbara raised her arms straight up above her head and clasped her hands together. This caused her blouse to fall open exposing her bra.

She lowered her arms and slid her top down each arm, finally dropping it to the floor.

She couldn’t believe that Kenneth was aroused by her situation. Especially considering what was almost certainly guaranteed to happen before the night was over.

Would he be excited watching her get gang raped? She wondered if they’d all jump on her or take turns. “Don’t think about it.” She told herself. “Just get through it alive.”

She turned around completely and then squared, facing her tormentors. With her heels together, the put her hands on her knees and spread them apart, giving everyone a view of her white, lace panties under her short black skirt.

Then she picked up her blouse, stood and tossed it off to the side, into an empty barstool.

Kenneth watched Barbara spread her legs and give the room a crotch shot. Not knowing that she was receiving instructions from off camera he just assumed she was really getting into it. He had no idea how terrified she was.

He wanted to touch himself or better yet, have the redheaded bombshell touch him.

Would she show his wife again? He almost didn’t care.

In all their years together, he had never fantasized about being with any woman other than Barbara but right then, he just wanted relief from his aching cock.

Barbara continued to sway to the music. She moved her hands up and down her torso and thought about the men in the room touching her with theirs.

Would the women help their husbands and boyfriends violate her or worse, would she be expected to do something to the women too? She shuddered at the thought and then tried to put it out of her mind.

The blonde motioned to her that she was doing fine and to just keep going. She was on her own but pretty much had a good idea of how to proceed.

She unsnapped the clasp at the waist of her skirt, reached around the back and lowered the zipper about half way.

Holding her hands above her head again, she started to rotate her hips while slowly turning around in a tight circle.

She recalled learning to do samba rolls when they had taken Latin dance classes a few years ago. They were usually done with a partner but she knew how sexy they looked when done properly.