The following story has themes of extreme humiliation, non-consent sex, fear and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. All characters are 18+. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Ummm, hi?" I ask after reaching the picnic area on this trail and seeing what I see. I say this after looking all around the empty area for several long moments. I do this because I fully expect someone to pop out and start laughing, or maybe to burst forth and shove a camera in my face, but nothing happens.
With this in mind, I try to spot any camera that might be on one of the trees or elsewhere. When I can't spot any, I try to see if there's any people hiding in the bushes. Being very mistrusting, I keep looking around as no way this isn't a setup of some sort.
In front of me, tied to a tree, is a woman. My guess is that she is in her mid-twenties, in good shape, blond and well, almost naked. Yeah. Her shirt and bra have been yanked to behind her head where her large breasts are fully exposed. And her jeans and panties have been yanked all the way to her ankles, allowing me to see her shaved womanhood.
A bit taken back by such an unbelievable sight, I just stare at the woman. I notice that her arms appear to be tied somehow behind the tree while over her head. Not sure if they are cuffed or tied, but it's pretty obvious that she can't bring them down as she struggles to do just this and is unable.
Now that I've come to terms with what I'm seeing, I hear the woman's muffled yells. Looking closer, I see that there's something in her mouth. Whatever it is, it's keeping her mouth open and preventing her from talking.
"Ummm, not sure what's going on here. Not sure if you need help, or if this is some sort of viral sex video to make fun of me," I tell the woman as I slowly walk towards her, still not trusting her. As I walk, I keep looking around, still expecting something to happen.
The woman keeps trying to talk to me, though I have no clue what she's trying to say. Whatever it is, it seems really important as she looks frantic. From the way she looks, I get the feeling this isn't some sex game gone wrong. I think something bad has happened here.
The closer I get to her, the bigger her tits are. Man, they are super huge. It's all I can do to not stare at them and how they jiggle and move as she struggles. But I manage to keep looking her in the eyes as I approach...somehow. All I can think to do is try to see if they are real or fake.
"Just, well, excuse me here," I tell her as I step right up to her. I'm so close that I can feel the heat coming off her nearly naked body.
I reach out and grab the rubber ball that's in her mouth. The thing is clearly a ball gag, through I've never seen one in person. It's a large black rubber ball that's been shoved in her mouth with a rubber strap that keeps it tight around the back of her head. But I manage to pull it out and let it rest on her chest, even if the thing is still tied to her.
Drool and spit pour out of her mouth, causing me to back up so none of it gets on me. Somehow she manages to release all the drool without it landing on her, but in front of her. As crazy as all this is, there's a part of me that sort of wanted her drool to go right on those tits to make them nice and shining.
"T-T-Thank you. Thank you," the woman says, breathing hard. After this comes out, she spits a few times as if trying to clear her mouth.
"It's my asshole, fucking loser, dipshit motherfucking, limp dick, shit eating, father fucking, crack-meth-head dumb ass boyfriend that did this," the girl curses frantically with a great deal of hate. The way she says this, I half-except her eyes to turn red due to all the hate and venom she says along with it.
"Oh," I say, understanding somewhat what is going on now. It's some sort of couple-issue between her and her boyfriend.
"OH!" I say with great concern, knowing that if there's one thing that never ends well, it's getting pulled into a domestic dispute, especially one with people that look like they live in a trailer park like she does.
Then it hits me how badly this would look if her boyfriend found me like this. If he walked up to check on her, or maybe try to talk their issue out and ended up seeing me in front of his exposed girlfriend. Man, that would not be good. If a guy could do this to his girlfriend, then I'm sure he would no doubt try to kill me. Not to mention I have a feeling the guy is either on drugs or may be just plain crazy if he's done this to someone he cared about.
"Is he, is he here? Your boyfriend. Is he dangerous?" I ask, very concerned as I look around, expecting a crazy man to suddenly pop out of nowhere. My hands ball into fists and I start to prepare for the realization I may have to fight.
"I...I don't know. My cell. Get my cell, it's in the pocket of my jeans," the woman says, seemingly as concerned as I am. Her concern does nothing to make me feel better. In fact, it only makes me even more worried. What if the asshole has a gun?
"O-Ok," I say, looking down at her jeans which are still pooled around her ankles. Doing this makes me unconsciously look at that pussy of hers, where I find myself getting stunned again. Seeing what I'm seeing is something you don't see every day, and it makes it so weird. I feel like this is like the Twilight Zone or something.
Feeling weird, I kneel down, where I become eye level with her womanhood. Unable to stop myself, I look at it for just a moment, noting how nice and clean it is. How she has an innie and that her pussy looks, for lack of a better word, classy, even if she most likely lives in the trailer park.
Finally I reach out to her jean's pockets. There I feel on the outside of all her pockets, trying to see what pocket her cell is in. The first thing I find is yet another surprise, but something that isn't really not odd given how she is. What I find is a vibrator in her back pocket. It's a pink vibrator, not really that big but probably enough to get the job done for her. I take it that she brought it thinking that her boyfriend would use it once she was secured.
Feeling around more, I feel her cell in her front pocket. There I reach into the pocket and pull it out. When I do, I see a cheap looking smartphone, complete with a cheap case.
Now that I have her cell, for a moment I consider pulling her jeans up, or at least her panties to give her some modesty. But then I decide against it. Why should I pull them up? I mean, she didn't ask me too, and I rather like having her naked like this. Let her pussy stay out. I mean, she got herself like this, not me. This can be my reward for helping her like I am.
"H-Here," I say as I stand up, showing her the cell. Again I want to do nothing more than stare at those huge tits, but somehow I manage to look at her in the face. I have to remind myself to try and be at least a decent human being instead of the scumbag that I get called. That this woman needs help.
"My PIN is five, four, seven, five. Unlock it, and open the maps app," the woman tells me. She still seems extremely worried about her boyfriend's whereabouts, which makes a cold pit form in my stomach. I hate to say this, but if some crazy asshole does appear, I'm taking off. Screw whoever she is and whatever crazy shit she got herself into. My life and physical health is worth more than saving some freaky bitch that got herself stuck looking like a stupid whore.
"Alright, let me see," I say, tapping her PIN into the unlock screen. Once it unlocks, I go to Maps where I see a huge, exploded view of the city.
"He's Daniel. He's the icon that says Daniel, where is he? Daniel," the woman says, her voice getting higher and higher pitched. She's trying to lean over to look at the cell as I do this, but as I'm in front of her with the cell pointed my way, she can't see anything. The way she says all this really annoys me for some reason.
"He's...he's..." I say, trying to find the icon of Daniel. Whomever this chick is, she has a lot of people's whereabouts on her maps. All over the city map are those icons of people I assume are her friends. There has to be at least two dozen of them.
Oddly enough, the Maps app doesn't seem to know where we are. In fact, I think her GPS has been turned off or something, as it gives that error at the top, saying it can't detect her location. If that is true, that means none of her friends can see where she is. That's pretty dangerous.
"Oh, he's not even in the city. He's currently moving north on the freeway," I tell the woman, finding that this makes me feel so much better. That cold pit in my stomach seems to ease up, knowing that a crazed boyfriend isn't about to appear and kill me. It allows me to untense and relax, where I don't worry I may need to take off running as fast as I can in the next minute.
"Motherfucker. He really did it. Fucking asshole," the woman curses, clearly remembering some conversation or something. She repeats this several times, going on a rather intense cursing rant.
"Did what?" I ask, confused as well as amused once she's stopped.
"The asshole said he wanted to spice things up. Was talking about some video he watched that he said was hot. Some dumb fucking video where a girl was tied to a tree in a park and was, well, you know," the woman starts to explain, but not in any way ashamed or embarrassed about the sexual topic.
