I crunched the dirt under my feet beneath my toes, and shivered in response to the chilly November breeze. I bet my teeth would've been chattering had I not been so perfectly gagged.
That was the least of my worries though. I was lost, drunk, and in my underwear in some park. I worried about less than noble men discovering me and doing who knows what-it might not have been their intention, but by putting handcuffs on me and gagging me the fuckboys that were trying to haze me or whatever made me ripe pickings for anyone that wanted to have their way with a freshly 18 year old coed.
At the same time it was crucial no one saw me, I couldn't deal with that humiliation. I had just gotten to this school. I couldn't bear the thought of being known as that girl who's into BDSM stuff or something for four years.
I found my way through some brush and onto a tree enclosed dirt path. It was kind of difficult not being able to brush branches out of the way. I panickedly checked both ways and saw no one. I picked a random direction and ran, not too fast though to keep my balance and to listen as closely as I could for footsteps.
I felt a tingle in my vagina as I paid attention for any hint of strangers. There was something about this situation that was slightly exciting, I had to admit; being in my underwear where I normally never would be gave me a bit of an exhibitionist rush. But it was only because I would NEVER do this... the choice was made for me. However, had I made the choice myself, I wouldn't have gagged myself or put handcuffs on. The more I thought about it I quickly realized this was more than I could handle. I wouldn't do this for a billion dollars.
The path started to curve ahead so I stopped running and slowed down only to hear murmuring and steps ahead. My mind buzzed as I ran back into the bush again, scratching my exposed midriff on some sharp branches but ignoring the discomfort as I tripped and fell into the leaves and dirt. I begged god that whoever it was couldn't see me, and remained perfectly still.
I'm very much a neat freak and a girly girl so I hated lying in the dirt like that. I felt things tickling my skin all over but told myself it was November, and hopefully there weren't that many bugs out. I made sure to lie perfectly still until I was sure the people were gone, despite how hard it was.
Getting up was difficult while handcuffed but I managed, getting myself dirty in the process. I found my way back to the path, carefully listening to the leaves and twigs fall off my underwear. It was an eerily quiet night which aided in my ability to hear people coming but also forced me to take my time and be quiet lest someone else hear me.
I stumbled finding my way back on the path yet again, cursing my decision to have fruity drinks at the bar. I always failed to taste the alcohol and overdid it. I didn't drink any water and now I could barely think straight. I couldn't formulate a plan. I could only focus on literally putting one foot forward. My brain felt like it was swimming in a vat of alcohol, stress and fear.
As I carefully rounded the curve of the trail a strange feeling of nostalgia hit me. Feeling everything under my bare feet, the dirt, leaves and woodchips... I hadn't walked around barefoot like this since I was a child. I was worried about cutting my feet. It was hard to see in the dark.
Well, I didn't have to deal with the dark for long. Soon I came out of the trail into a residential area, dimly lit by streetlamps. I was instantly wary of being seen, and could hear several voices though they were in the distance and I couldn't make out where they were coming from. For all I knew there could have been more people on the trail behind me.
I looked down at my body and flinched, and screamed silently into my gag. There were at least three or four bugs on me, and I hadn't been imagining the crawling. There were a couple spiders and some longer legged things I couldn't identify. I freaked the fuck out and shook around like I was spastic trying to shake them off me. I then inspected my body and when I couldn't find any I calmed down. Freaking out like that had helped warm me up a little. The temperature was dropping fast, or at least it felt like it. Maybe my tolerance was simply dropping.
I took an extremely anxious moment to gather my bearings and carefully stepped forward onto the sidewalk, crouching and darting my gaze everywhere I could trying to figure out where I was. No luck. I was completely lost.
