A WALK IN THE PARK

BY THE ONE

It had been a long time since Holly had been abused by her field hockey teammates. She had almost forgotten about it. Almost. She still shivered when she looked at the locker that had been her prison that night. It had been over a month ago, but the sight of it still brought back memories.

Normally, though, she didn’t give it another thought. She had gotten revenge on Stephanie, who had planned the treatment, so there was no need to hold a grudge. They were friends again, and Holly had learned her lesson; she didn’t treat the other members of the team so badly anymore.

If fact, they had all enjoyed a team picnic in the local park. Holly had just arrived back at her house a few minutes ago. It had gone from 4:00 until 9:00 that night. She was tired and ready to go to bed. As she moved to undress and put her pajamas on, she reached for her cell phone to call a friend. But with a shock, she realized her phone wasn’t there. She had left it on a table in the park pavilion!

Holly had a small panic attack as she tried to think of how to get it back. Tomorrow was Saturday, and she was supposed to go to the mall with Stephanie and four other girls, and she would need her phone. They were leaving early, so her parents wouldn’t want to take her back to the park to get her forgotten phone. Besides, she didn’t want them to get mad at her for leaving it. They might say she couldn’t go to the mall. So she formed a quick plan in her mind.

She didn’t live too far away from the park; it wouldn’t take that long to walk there. She would wait until her parents went to sleep, then take her flashlight and walk over to the park, get her phone, come back, and go to bed. No one would ever know!

In an hour, her parents were asleep. Holly waited only a few minutes more before putting her sneakers on, turning off her bedside lamp, grabbing her flashlight, and tiptoeing downstairs. She slipped out the front door without a sound.

The night air was cool and crisp, and smelled nicely of spring flowers. The half-moon shone brightly, and the slight breeze ruffled her hair. Holly took a deep, excited breath and started off into the night.

Holly’s family lived on a back road outside of town, but they were close to the edge of the town where the park was. So, for the first ten minutes of Holly’s walk, she didn’t see a single car. Soon enough she reached the town limit. Now she would have to be careful; there was a curfew for kids under eighteen to be off the streets by 10:30. Holly knew it was still earlier than that, but on her way home she would be breaking the curfew. It didn’t matter though. The town only had two police officers on duty each night, and they were usually stationed deeper into the city to catch drug dealers and the like. They didn’t care so much about a lone girl taking a nocturnal stroll.

Upon reaching the park, Holly set off directly for the pavilion where the team picnic had been held. She wound her way between tables until she found where she had sat with her friends. There was her cell phone, just where she’d left it. She said to herself, “Mission accomplished!”, and slipped the device into her pocket. She turned to leave, but stopped. An idea had crossed her mind.

Under her plain jeans and tee shirt were light blue lacy French panties, along with a matching bra. She was alone in the park. She was horny.

It all added up to a crazy idea. Holly slipped her clothes off and stood in the deep shadows of the pavilion, getting more and more excited.

She stepped out into the moonlight wearing only her lingerie. Cautiously she looked around, examining every shadow and shape for movement. There was none.

Emboldened, Holly stood more erect. She looked around herself one more time, then set off on a walk around the park. She got a huge rush from walking out here in the open, wearing only lingerie. It was very erotic! She put a little bounce in her step, admiring how her breasts bobbed up and down with her stride. So free, so vulnerable, yet so unknown to the world! The feeling was incredible! She didn’t need clothes here, now. She could admire herself in total privacy; parade her beautiful body around for an imaginary audience. She smiled wickedly to herself as she continued her walk.

At least twenty minutes later, she reached the pavilion again. She had made two full trips around the park, wearing only her lacy blue lingerie, and no one would ever know! It was so perfect! She’d have to do this more often! Her only regret this night was that she hadn’t had her high heels with her.

Returning to her table, she looked for her clothes. They were gone. But there was her cell phone, lying on the tabletop. She had put it in her pocket! And her clothes had been right there! Suddenly, she felt fear. Her missing clothes implied that someone had been here, unless dogs or another animal carried them off. But what animal would take all her clothes? And why had her cell phone been left?

Oh well, she thought, Just get out of here! She grabbed her phone and started off at a quick pace to get out of the park. Just then, her phone rang. She jumped with surprise, but then realized it must be one of her friends calling her. She flipped her phone open and said, “Hello?”

A strange, maniacal voice said from the other line, “I see you, pretty girl!” Then, whoever it was cackled evilly and hung up.

Holly was stricken with terror. It could just be some weirdo making a prank call, but how had he gotten her number? Who had taken her clothes? Things were adding up to very bad news. Holly took off sprinting toward the entrance of the park. As she passed under a tree, a net fell down over her. She stumbled and careened forward, sprawling on the ground as she scrabbled to get away. With horror, she felt hands on her and the same insane voice that she’d heard over her phone.

She felt handcuffs clicking around her wrists, binding her arms behind her. The net was pulled off her face and a large ball gag was stuffed between her teeth and strapped behind her head, taking away her words. On top of that, a leather mask was pulled over her head, cinched tight and tied around her neck. It had no eyeholes and only a tiny opening for breathing. Holly panicked even more as she was plunged into the suffocating darkness. She felt the net pulled shut around her, and then she was dragged off. To where, she knew not.

Holly heard a door creaking as it slid open. She was dragged a few more yards before the bag was opened and she felt herself being dumped out onto a dirt floor. Her hands were freed, pulled around behind a pole of some kind, and cuffed again. Her panties were pulled down and off. She felt her ankles being locked in manacles, and when she discovered her legs were held wide apart, she realized the locks were connected to a long spreader bar. Next, a rope was wrapped around her stomach and around the pole. The knot was tied in front of her. Her fingers were grabbed and forced together, then wrapped in duct tape. With her bondage complete, Holly gave a desperate moan through the gag and mask, and pulled valiantly against the cuffs and rope. She didn’t gain an inch.

The man, who’s face Holly had not yet seen, laughed hysterically and pulled Holly’s bra cups off her perfect breasts, and applied alligator clamps to her firm, raised nipples. She screamed more frantically and wiggled back and forth to dislodge the clamps, only making the pain worse. Tears flowed from her eyes but just coated her face as the mask kept them from falling.

As her nipples became more used to the pain, Holly’s screaming quieted. Silence ensued except for her shallow, panicked breathing through the small air hole in the mask. No one touched her again for some time, and she didn’t hear the man’s voice. Until,

“Now! Do you know what I’m going to do to you, pretty girl?”

Holly shook her head.

“I’m going to give you the boning of your life!!” He laughed wildly again.

Holly screamed and tried to beg him not to, but her gag only allowed garbled noise to escape. She struggled hard as she felt him pick her up by her spreader bar. He must have hooked it onto something, because her legs remained elevated as she felt both his arms picking her body up. He held her suspended in the air as his cock invaded her.

Screams and cries of pain tore from Holly’s throat as he fucked her harder and harder. She had never had true sex before, and the hockey stick Heather had used on her the night she’d been rescued had been thin compared to this man’s penis. Holly felt as if her poor cunt was going to be split open.

As he thrust harder still, Holly’s head banged against the pole she was bound to. Her breasts bounced in all directions in response to the pounding he was giving her, and so the pain from her clamped nipples increased.

Just as she thought she could take no more, he withdrew. He hoisted her up farther, then resumed fucking her, only this time up the ass. Now Holly was in worse pain than before. Her pussy had managed to survive, but her asshole was completely inexperienced. She felt the membranes inside her being strained to their limits.

Her attacker began thrusting harder than ever, and soon she felt his load exploding inside her ass. He pulled out, and Holly thought, At least I won’t get pregnant!

Without warning, her nipple clamps were removed. She tensed as pain surged from them, then dulled. There was a pause, then she felt her mask being untied. It was whipped off her head, but before she could focus on his features, the rapist pulled Holly’s own panties over her head to obscure her vision. She shook her head to try and dislodge them, and the man saw that this plan wasn’t going to work. So, leaving the panties on her head, he replaced the mask on her and tied it tighter than before. This meant bad news for Holly: She had had trouble breathing before. Her panties had fallen over her nose in her struggles. Now, she had to suck in air through the tiny hole, then through her panties as well. She rapidly felt herself getting dizzy and lightheaded. Calm down! She screamed to herself, Calm down! Calm down! She knew the only way she’d be able to live on the little air she could get was to force herself to calm down, and therefore take slower, more even breaths. She forced all thoughts and instinctual, deep fears of suffocation from her mind, and closed her eyes for whatever good it did. She couldn’t see anything anyway. She leaned her head against the pole and relaxed her body, drawing deep, even breaths. Her dizziness slowly went away.

She suddenly felt something cool and hard rubbing up her arm, then across her breasts and down her stomach. She heard the man’s voice,

“Do you know what I’m touching you with?”

Holly shook her head.

“It’s your cellular phone! I suppose if you hadn’t been so careless as to leave it here, none of this would’ve happened?” Holly groaned.

“Well, we’ll make sure you won’t ever forget it again, though I don’t think you’ll be needing it again.”

Holly made an inquiring noise through her gag, panties, and mask.

“You see, I’m leaving you here! Never returning, no I’m not! I’ve had my way with you, and now you’ll stay bound here nicely while I get as far away from this place as I can!”

She gave a pleading, confused cry.

“I’ve left a false trail of bribed witnesses to lead police far, far away from here. I’m afraid you’ll be slightly dead before anyone finds you. It’s a shame, really. You’re so beautiful I wish I could take you with me. But as I must stay on the move constantly, you’d only be a bother. Thanks for the use of your body, though. I’ve been needing a little slut like you to fuck for a long time.”

With that, he jammed Holly’s cell phone into her cunt so far that her pussy lips closed behind it. He then sealed it in with a strip of duct tape. She begged and screamed for release, trying to say that she’d never tell anyone. Of course, he couldn’t understand a word of what she was saying. “Goodbye, pretty girl. If anyone calls, you know where your phone is!” He gave his cackling, maniacal laugh one last time, then Holly heard the door slide closed. All was silent.

The implications of what he’d said began to sink in. She was definitely not going anywhere, and if what he’d said about the false ‘witness’ trail was true, no one would search for her here.

I’m going to die, she thought, I’m really going to die!!

She began twisting her body around, furiously bouncing up and down and clawing at her crotch, trying to get the tape off and her phone out to call someone for help. But with her fingers cocooned in duct tape, it was no good.

She didn’t give up, though. For hours she battled, until the skin around her private area had been rubbed raw. Still, the tape held on. Holly began writhing and pulling at her bonds in desperation, screaming at the top of her voice. Maybe someone would hear her…maybe. But what good would it do? She was bound with handcuffs and a locked spreader bar; anyone who found her wouldn’t be able to free her. Oh well! They’d be able to get this torturous mask off, and give her food and something to drink until someone could bring bolt cutters or a locksmith or something. Just keep screaming…just keep fighting…

Finally she had no energy left. Five hours after being bound. Five hours of constantly fighting for her life. Five hours had left her drained. Sweat and tears coated her face and hair inside the mask. Exhausted, out of tears, out of voice, and out of hope, she collapsed feebly, curling into a ball in the dirt. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. Her struggles had made her have to breathe faster, resulting in more lightheadedness. She was still as bound as ever despite her toils. Holly knew it took three weeks or so for a person to die of starvation. It took only three days, though, to die from dehydration. First, her mouth and throat would dry up. Then her eyes would start to get irritated from dryness. With continued sweating inside the stuffy mask, her water stores would deplete faster than normal. It would begin to hurt to pee, which she might not even be able to do with her entire crotch sealed behind duct tape. In that case, as she dried up she would poison herself as well. Her kidneys would fail. All waste would be released into her body. Her lungs would break down, slowly suffocating her. Finally, her heart would cease to beat…

NO!! No! Don’t think like that! Stop it! Holly shook her head to ward off the thoughts of what was in store for her. But as she fell into a nightmare-infested sleep, she knew she was in for a long, painful, terrible death, all alone bound to this pole.

And all because she had forgotten her cell phone…

Concluded in "Kristin's Discovery", but read "The Great Nikki Exchange" first for all the details...