OCs-Torture-Group

“Well, this is another fine mess.” Tara looked at her stepsister Kara and rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I planned for this to happen, sis.” The red head looked back at Kara and struggled against the bands holding them. The restraints were massive, much larger than one would have though necessary to hold a pair of nineteen year-old college volleyball players. But then, Tara and Kara Bishop were far more than that. Far more, and clearly whoever had attacked them at their hotel was aware of that. “We’ll just spend some time in the hot tub,” Tara went on, looking over at her stepsibling. They were still dressed in the bikini tops they had been wearing in the tub, Tara’s a bright pink and Kara’s a shimmering electric blue. The skimpy outfits were made even more daring by the way the machine claws holding their arms had them pulled out wide, stretching the material over those perfectly shaped orbs and so that the nipples beneath were outlined against the fabric. Below the