The following story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. 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.
In a daze I stare forward. This is not how I thought the night or my dare would go at all. I pictured it as me going into my dark backyard, flash everything for the world to see, then run back inside while giggling. Yet I find myself naked, my hands stuck over my head to this tree and sexually used. Like...both holes used. Not how I thought it would go at all.
I've long since stopped trying to free myself. My watch strap and Harley Quinn bracelet make sure that I'm stuck as they are tangled in the tree's branches. If I could see the branch I'm sure I would be able to snake myself free, but in the complete dark like this, there's no chance.
I shouldn't say complete darkness. Since the stoners that double teamed me left, they left the back gate open. Due to this, a dim ray of light from the street lamp on the street shines back here and on me. Because of it, I get a nice shot of my bare right boob as well as my right side. At times, just to feel sexy, I turn my hips some to see how that dim light makes my womanhood look.
Oh, how my womanhood aches. The Stoners did double team me good too, as both holes are still very much tingling. My womanhood feels sore from the fucking, but my ass feels still wide open. Both actually feel good, believe it or not. Sure, in the morning I may disagree, but right now in this weird version of the world I am in, it feels good.
The stoners left me with something else, believe it or not, and that's a contact high. I've never been high in my life, but I'm pretty sure I'm high now, or at least partly high. They smoked so many joints near me that it was bound to happen.
Being high is a weird feeling, like time has slowed down, yet my heart has sped up. My thoughts seem slower now, while time matches it. It's a very strange feeling. It feels at times that I have to force my thoughts to move in real time or else they will lag and too much time will escape.
Not to mention that I feel both laid back like I want to go to sleep as well as a bit scared. I'm completely relaxed in the sense that I'm not scared of anything more happening to me. Like normally I would be scared that the murderer from a horror movie would surely find me, but right now, no. Just relaxed and finding all of this a bit...funny.
But I am a bit scared. Not scared but paranoid? Maybe that's the right word I keep turning to look at the back gate as I'm sure there's going to be some 7 foot rapist to come and fuck me in half. That the entire world knows I'm helpless and naked here. Like my helplessness sends signals to all the bad people for them to start searching for me.
Each time I do start to think I may freak out with these thoughts, I'm able to calm myself. Not sure if it is because of the fact that I'm high or that I'm just able to think clearly. For my slow thoughts tell myself that I'm safe. And that it's so late I doubt anyone else is up. The fact that the two stoners came here was a miracle as they got themselves lost, then thought I was a friend who wanted to be fucked. In a weird way, it's sweet what they did, only if it meant they double teamed someone else, and not me. At least I can say I've joined the odd community of those that tried anal sex.
"HEY!" I try to say, but my own necklace is still firmly pulling back the corners of my mouth to gag me. I cry out because someone puts something over my eyes. A large dark cloth is flung around my eyes and pulled.
In my high-mind, it takes me a while to figure that someone has put some sort of soft cloth around me and are tying it to the tree...to blindfold me. A strange person is blindfolding me!
I keep trying to tell them to stop, even once they finish trying my blindfold. My fear level shoots to the moon now, as this is bad. Really bad. I didn't even hear whomever this is coming, which means they couldn't have come from the gate, right? I heard the stoners walking on the street, so I would have heard anyone else. The only other option is if the person came from over the fence, but I should have heard that too.
I groan as humiliation pumps in my veins instead of blood as I feel hands on my breasts now. Each breast is grabbed and groped by hands that are rough and wrinkly. Those hands feel totally different than the stoners. It's obvious that whomever this is, it's an older man. Or should I say an old man. I'm being groped by an old man. My tits are being groped by an old, dirty man.
He doesn't say anything as he feels my breasts. He grabs each one, rubs, then lifts. Then he runs his fingers over both nipples, which feels insanely good even if I'm terrified as my nipples are still hard from the cool night air. He runs each finger over the nipple over and over, making sure they aren't going to go soft any time soon.
"Such a dirty little whore, aren't you Maddie?" the voice whispers, but I can tell they are changing their voice. Like when you try to make it deeper or higher sounding. In this case, I can't be sure but I think the guy is trying to sound...sexy?
"Going into other's yards now like this? How dirty. How nasty. Love it when you make yourself all bound up for me. Ohhh, you deserve what you are going to get Maddie," the voice continues. It takes my high mind much longer than normal to realize a few things.
The first and most glaring is that he called me "Maddie." That could only be Madeline, who lives two houses down from me. She's a home schoolgirl that celebrated her own eighteenth birthday about 6 months ago. I don't know much about her as I have had much interaction. I just know she is homeschooled and supposedly really good at computer programming.
The man pinches both nipples, hard. Pinches them and makes me go to my tiptoes from the pain. Then he lifts, making me go as far as I can on my tiptoes while whimpering. He's lifting my breasts by the nipples like this, which is extremely painful on my nipples. As if making a point, he holds my tits like this, damn near lifting them to my own face.
I just whimper a soft whimper to show that he is in control. That I'll be good as I have no other choice. That is until I can knee him in the balls and make it count. That if he gets his face within the space of my knees, I'll pound him into monkey-butter. Until I can, I'm sort of helpless and have to play by his rules.