Pain screaming inside her head bought her to her senses rather violently. A hand over her mouth to deafen the squawks being emitted as the haze of sleep lifted. Her eyes wide only caught a brief glimpse of black coming towards her as a blinfold was roughly placed over her eyes. A ball gag quickly followed suit, pushed into her mouth before she could protest.

“Shut it bitch. No talking. Do as you are told and well, I might be forgiving, but then perhaps maybe I won’t. ” The voice not quite clear in her half awake haze.

Rope is roughly tugged around her wrists, brought through her legs and pulled tightly across her cunt,  behind her, around her breasts and back behind her back and tied tightly. No room for movement unless she wanted a reminder of rope rubbing across places that burned wet and wanting.

Her brain trying to digest what the fuck was going on. What time was it? Was it him? Or was it a stranger? Panic sets in. Heart beats. Cunt twitches. Skin shudders, goosebumped.

Her nipples harden as she feels cold air assault her skin. She feels vunerable, small. Rough hands push her forward. She can feel grass beneath her feet, still wet and cold from the early morning dew. She is pushed into a car and told to stay down. Footsteps walk around the car and she hears him get in, door slams, the radio turned on with some crappy 80′s pop playing. Is it a nightmare? Is it real or is she still sleeping?

It seems like eternity, he doesn’t say a word. She lies on the backseat of the car whimpering, cunt still twitching. The rope digging in and causing her to moan partly with discomfort, the other desire. The car stops, he gets out, she can hear him opening the door next to her, a muffled yelp as he drags her by the hair, out of the car and impatiently over gravel which digs into her soles causing her to groan a little more.Then grass and what feels like fucking sticks poking and prodding the soles of her feet causing her to jump about and remind her of the rope digging into her clit with every movement.

She loses balance as her pushes her forward, unable to put her arms out she panics. Rough wood greets her breasts and knees. She is bent over some form of table from what she can work out. She feels cuffs being attached to her ankles, hears chain and feels it being looped and pulled tight, legs apart. The rope is loosened and replaced with more cuffs and chains and her arms are pulled forward over what she now assumes is some form of picnic table, pulled tight she cannot move. A hand fists itself in her hair, head yanked back, hot breath in her ear a voice whispers.

“We are going to play my little whore, I am about to give you one of your wishes right now.”

A finger runs down her back, nail digging in, she groans again as it finds it’s way down to her wet, wanting cunt. She grunts as the finger is removed and replaced by a hard cock, slamming into her. The blindfold is ripped off. Sunlight peering down through the canopy of trees blinds her. She blinks inbetween the violent thrusting, disoriented, horny, drooling she looks up to see a secluded area in the forest, no living soul about.

Just her chained to a picnic table in the middle of nowhere and him having his wicked way with her.