It's late and totally dark. I'm holding onto your arm as we walk home. I've had that nice amount to drink; a little fuzzy but I still know what I'm doing. We're laughing, talking about God knows what. Half way home and we get to the little short cut through the woods. You grab my hand and pull me down the path. We don't usually use the short cut at this time of night, but it's ok, I'm safe with you.
We walk quickly; you've still got tight hold of my hand. I have to jog to keep up with your long strides. Then you push me off the path towards a bench. One hand still grips mine, the other grabs my hair at the back of my neck. Reaching the bench you keep pushing, scraping my knees against the rough wood. The force of your hand on my neck bends my body forwards. I haven't screamed. I'm barely remembering to breathe.
You lean over me, whisper in my ear; "Stay there bitch". Even if you didn't say it I don't think I'd be able to move right now. I stay frozen as you take my scarf from round my neck. You pull it in front of me and tie it around my wrists, binding them to the bench. "Kneel on the bench". I do as you order. I'm scared of you right now; dripping wet, but scared.
It's only now I realise that you've planned this. You pull two lengths of cord from your jacket pocket. Each wraps tightly around one ankle and the bench; I can't move. You complete your preparations: pushing up my skirt around my waist, ripping off my underwear, shoving it in my mouth to gag me. I try to catch your eye but you're not even looking at me. You move behind me, I can't even see you now. I close my eyes, try to breathe deeply. However turned on I am being under your total control, bound and gagged, unable to stop you from doing whatever you like, knowing more than anyone else the danger of your mind, my mind is thinking only of the outside dangers; being seen, being caught. The way you've tied me I'm completely exposed to anyone who might pass by, half naked, my legs spread. I've never felt so vulnerable; and yet I've never felt so hot in my life.
I shudder as you softly bring your fingers to my pussy. You laugh as they sink easily inside me. I know what you're thinking: what will it take? How far can you push me before I break?
As quickly as they entered, you remove your fingers. I'm almost disappointed. Seconds later however you plunge your cock mercilessly into me. I moan into my gag. You continue relentlessly. One hand grips tightly onto my hip, driving you further, deeper inside me, the other wraps around a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. Every inch of my body screams in protest at my position except deep in my cunt, where every thrust you make shoots pleasure through me.
I'm practically fainting with pleasure by the time you cum. You pull back from me, slapping my ass hard. You walk a few yards off. Your cum drips slowly down my thighs.
