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Wanton lust - The Disappearance (Yami X QB)

Sylvia was the very personification of things he could never attain: silver hair always gleaming into the distance, with those verdant green eyes he would be mesmerized, watching her walk down the hallway chatting with her acquaintances about subjects ranging from homework to TV shows. Despite the fact that he himself...was quite handsome, not once had he worked up the courage to even talk to her for more than a second before cowering away. To this effect, they teased him as 'No-good Atwood' for this precise reason!

He wasn't able to find Wallace anywhere. Apparently he had track practice to attend. Having stayed behind to go help polish up a few brass instruments (His Trumpet required some tuning) , he found himself running off at 5 o'clock. Not again, the metro was going to be jam packed! He had heard all about the transportation in places like Tokyo during the rush hour, apparently on how people were stuffed tighter than a can of sardines...but also of about...gropings that seemed to affect Japanese women as they would take the transportation...

He thought nothing of it until he found...what looked like Sylvia barely squeezed in. She looked rather pressed for space, given her bag and her rather...impertinent chest. Slowly was he able to move closer, noticing just how she wasn't paying attention. Eyes were well above to her head level, so...no one would notice...right? With that his cheeks flustered, with a businessman busy chatting in front of him, his hand immediately reached out, softly pressing his fingers around her breasts. He hoped she wouldn't notice him, yet he became more and more brazen as his other finger then began to work up her lower parts, softly lifting up her skirt with one hand as a finger gently stroked her pussy vertically...

H-he couldn't believe it! He, the shy and No-good Atwood, groping and molesting the loveliest girl in his class! Despite that the man didn't seem to notice and all others paid attention to other things...save for a few who believed that she was a sick girl who fingered herself with such indecency!
 
Sylvia was the prettiest girl in school, something she knew very well and flaunted. She was gorgeous! Her big breasts, her lean body, how the boys drooled when she walked by, oh yes, she was beautiful!

She hated riding the train home, the uniform she wore just made her a prime target, what with the skirts and everything. But, because Sylvia knew what the boys liked, her skirt was barely regulation, meaning it was short enough to get the attention of the boys, but long enough to not get her in trouble. She'd been minding her own business, squished in the corner when it happened. Some cheeky pervert was groping her breast! Before she could do anything, she froze as she felt fingers rubbing her pussy.

Now Sylvia wasn't a virgin, but it had been a while since she had sex. Seeing the stares, she glared at them, and shifted, as if trying to discourage her molester while both hands clung to the hand rail, showing them that she wasn't fingering herself. However, the movement only seemed to help trap the fingers rubbing against her pussy. Freezing, she jerked a bit as she felt herself becoming wet from the fingers rubbing her. Squirming her hips a bit, she hissed "Quit it you pervert!" But she didn't look back, shifting her hips to try and get away instead.
 
The people within the Metro seemed to care less about the trivialities of a girl like Sylvia. Yes, a few eyes did seem to ogle the girl's beautiful form, but given how she was at the corner, it didn't seem like people paid much attention to her. That gave Johnathan all the pretense to continue. The man he was using as a 'shield' that half-concealed his form really paid no mind to the girl, instead talking about income taxes. When he did hear her words, Johnathan withdrew his hands away, leaving him to glare at a flustered, yet beautiful schoolgirl. He simply sighed exasperatedly, instead going over to continue his speech, other hand reaching into his pockets. For some, this was pretty much the alibi he needed as his hands continued to stroke her lower bits, having stopped fondling her impertinent chest after almost being seen.

It was clear that the pantyhose she wore did block entry to her plump lips. So, what he did instead was softly tear at the nylon, softly snaking right to feel onto her silken soft panties, gently pushing it aside as his fingers gently pumped in and out, fingerfucking the beautiful Sylvia as she stood in the train. He made sure to slow down just to ensure that she wouldn't moan out, especially near the train stations he would stop just to make sure the person wouldn't fidget and move on.

Despite that, he could tell she was getting quite aroused: her nipples peaked beneath the cloth of her bra and blouse, her nether regions extremely moist darkening the pantyhose at her thighs and of course, dampening her panties. When the crowd moved softly, Johnathan found himself very close towards Sylvia. There, he whispered "I have a picture of your wet pussy...if you want people to see this picture, scream and I'll let the teachers see just how indecent you are!" He did make a picture of her pussy, with the cloth of her panties pushed aside, her moist juicy lips exposed and wet, from the bottom that showed her quite aroused features. If she did go against him...he would have the pictures to use and frame her.
 
Sylvia shuddered as she felt the fingers fucking her pussy, she wasn't by any means a virgin, but she wasn't a slut either. It had been awhile, which was why she was so wet so fast. She hadn't masturbated in a while either, so she was sensitive. She bit her lip to hide a moan, but a breathy noise of need escaped her lips as he moved his fingers in and out slower. Grinding her hips into the fingers shamelessly, she fidgeted a bit, trying to get more. Her nipples were indeed hard, like tiny pebbles as they strained against her bra, and shirt, the material of her bra only made her nipples harder.

As the crowd moved pushing Jonathan against her back, Sylvia heard what he said. Reactively, her pussy clenched even tighter around his fingers from fear and anger. She hissed "I'll tell them you raped me!" Sylvia hissed "I'll tell them you forced me to do it! Besides, you can't do much else here, you freak! The only way you can fuck me in this place is if you shove your phone up my pussy, but you can't because you need it for blackmail!" Actually, because Sylvia was wearing a skirt, Jonathan could fuck her, he wouldn't even have to flip up her skirt. He'd just have to unzip himself and thrust in. She was already wet, and he could use the train movements to not only fuck her, but for added stimulation as well.

She added with a hiss "Besides, we're nearing my stop!" Oh yeah, Sylvia was definitely challenging Jonathan to do something more, even if she didn't want it.
 
It seemed like she was pretty much...doing all she could, from her compromised position to maximize the sensations that he was forcing onto her. Feeling her hips grind against his fingers, slowly two, then three began to thrust in and out of her now moist and utterly warm lower regions, he became convinced that she...despite the annoyed look that she was enjoying it very much so...after all, the body would never lie about what it wanted! "Kihghnn~" he moaned, feeling her pussy clench around his fingers within her snatch, possibly giving away his identity. The train did stop, giving them time to converse about while the bustle of the train as people went in and came out. "Good suggestion..." he whispered, softly pushing aside her panties then cramming the phone within her juicy, almost wanting groin. "Wow, that slid in pretty well..." he whispered in a voice that was rather...half-teasing in a way.

But of course, there was a twist: he dialed his friend's number, possibly prompting him to call back. Of course, with that he tore a portion of her pantyhose, this time using one hand to cover up her mouth and the other to grab towards a hand that tried to push him away. Using her skirt as a cover, he unzipped his zipper, revealing his manhood as he plunged into her puckered rosebud, violating her tight anus with his hardened cock. With her mouth gagged by his hand, he muffled what moans she had made. Despite the fact she was being penetrated, he couldn't make too much movement. Only when they went into tunnels did he thrust, using the movement of the train as rhythm as he continued to thrust in and out, in and out.

Pressing her against the glass, her clothed breasts mashed against the display glass, feeling her puckered ass slowly accommodate his manhood as he thrusted in and out. Suddenly, the phone crammed within her pussy began to vibrate, possibly a call back from his friend acting as a pretty powerful vibrator...
 
Sylvia jerked as she felt the phone crammed into her. Letting out a soft noise of outrage, she struggled faintly. Before she could even do anything, she felt a hard cock slide into her ass. Her eyes widened in shock and she went still. She'd never been fucked in the ass before. As she struggled to fight back, the phone in her pussy began to vibrate. Letting out a muffled moan, she writhed on Jonathan's cock, the vibrator and her stuffed ass turning her on even more.

Sylvia was so angry! She wanted to fight back and opening her mouth to curse him, at a particularly dark point in the tunnel, she orgasmed, her hips bucking wildly as she came, feeling her juices slide down her legs as the phone vibrated in her dripping pussy, her ass clenched tight around Jonathan's cock. Her grip on his cock never let up, even as she came down from her orgasm, her ass just pulled at Jonathan's cock, milking him for his orgasm. Sylvia could feel the phone vibrating in her pussy, and the cool glass smashed against her breasts, keeping her wet, her panties and stockings soaked with her orgasm.

The small puddle between her legs was easily ignored as she clenched around the phone and the cock, her body starting to recover and become aroused again.
 
He felt a brief squirt onto his pants when he drew in closer, feeling the exhale form her mouth in the form of a weak, trembling moan as she, predictably, came. Oh how he wanted to see the look on her face: slightly glassy, eyes hazy as she rode through cloud nine during the afterglow of the intense orgasm. Only one person elbowed him for winding up too far; he wanted to thrust, only to push in very deep every so often. Her hips bucked wildly, pretty much doing half the work for him. In fact, he felt the arm he grabbed slowly weak in it's attempt to squirm away. Was she slowly accepting this? Soaked all over, a small puddle of her sticky feminine fluids forming beneath her.

Then, biting his tongue, he came. Unlike her, he had never had penetrative sex, so he filled her anus with his jizm, pushing semen right into her puckered, now violated hole. Drawing back, he was quick to hide his shaft within his clothes. She stank of arousal, in fact she was so aroused that whether her love tunnel grew too slippery or she lost her will to hold the phone in that it fell to the ground, wet with her juices and sticky with her arousal. He took a picture of her pathetic frame; it showed foremost her ass hole dripping with her juices and semen from her anus, her nipples hard against her clothes and of course, her face displaying true ecstasy.

Without her noticing he pulled away her panties, pulling it away from her ankles. With her skirt that high, it would just be embarassing showing off her semen-wracked snatch if she took the elevator up! And then when her stop came, even a little girl passed by and asked her mommy why the girl seemingly wet herself. Then, a small note tagged at her back said "If you don't want people to find out what a willing slut you are, come to the Schwartz park bathroom. Alone. Otherwise, I'll upload the pictures to email and send it to your teacher!"
 
Sylvia felt humiliated, and angry. She'd found the note and after cleaning herself up in the train stations bathroom, she pushed her skirt down low on her hips to hide her lack of underwear. However, because her skirt was so short, it showed off her hips instead, starting an inch above her snatch as she made her way to the Schwartz park bathroom. Since she was at her stop, she'd swung by home to drop off her bag quickly before heading to the park.

Once she was in the bathroom, she hissed angrily "I'm here, now delete those pictures, you pervert!" Oh she was angry and seeing her naked, humiliated and angry was a sight to see. Sylvia was cleaned up now. Even though she still reeked of sex, she no longer had semen dripping out of her anus, her thighs and pussy were no longer wet with juices, instead, she was angry, still in her uniform, wearing her bra and no underwear underneath her uniform, oh yes, she was just begging for some abuse.
 
Surprise, surprise, the boy named Johnathan emerged. The bathroom was recently cleaned thanks to a decency initiative, though he had locked the doors to the bathroom to ensure that they wouldn't be 'disturbed'. "I'll delete them all right, if you play with me a little." he whispered, softly dropping a duffel bag onto the floor. This wasn't the Johnathan she would know: nowhere was the bashful, timid and shy young man. There was only a pervert. A handsome one, mind that, but a pervert nonetheless. Showing her the picture, even the phone still smelled of her sex. He noticed how flustered she looked and no matter how she tried to hide it, her nipples were still rather hard. Who knew that the virtuous and kindly young Johnathan was secretly a perverted devil, the same one before her, all along?!

"Well, firstly, we'll get through with a little bondage. And perhaps, if you act right, I'll let you go home tonight." he whispered, smiling as he pulled from the corner what looked like a rather large briefcase with a handle and wheels. It looked very big, perhaps big enough for... Opening the duffel bag, he threw aside what looked like rope, a few sex toys, a ball gag and of course, a vibrator. "So, put your hands behind your back and lets' get to playing." he whispered throwing her panties her way, perhaps for her to wear, smirking as he approached her with ropes held open. He first started with her hands, tying her elbows at roughly ninety degrees, opposite hands touching her elbows. Then, he wound some ropes around her waist, stopping near the middle as he took a doubled rope, knotting it on the line and then pressing it over onto her clit, the knot resting right at her labia, pressing between her lips. Every bit of movement would tease her, the knot especially would make this feeling all too arousing. After removing the slack onto her crotchrope, he made what looked like a 'leash' onto the crotchrope, pulling on it.

If she dared resist and the slack went by, the ropes would constrict, further pushing into her pussy and causing arousal. Basically, like a leash, he walked her around. He made sure to flip her skirt a bit to show off her slightly dank panties. "Walk, walk~" he whispered.
 
Sylvia glared at the other male and said "Delete them, now!" She practically stamped her food with the demand. She struggled as her panties were yanked on and he tied her up. Gasping in shock as she felt the rope digging into her clit. Struggling, it only made her wetter, her breasts jiggle, and made her realize that there really was no way for her to get away. She staggered after him, cursing and pulling at the rope, even as her panties and the rope became soaked with her juices from her arousal.

Sylvia cried "You bastard! Stop it! Let me go! It feels weird!" Lies. It didn't feel weird, the rope underneath her pussy was wet with her juices. Stopping, she tried to pull back, only to stagger steps forward, her expression contorted in pleasure, even if she wanted to escape. Finally, she planted her feet down square and tried to forcefully pull back only to cry out in pleasure and walk. Moaning, she could only cry out insults as she kept walking, a steady trail of pussy juices leaking down her legs and hitting the floor as she followed after Jonathan, a little more docile now, but still struggling.

She tried again. "I said stop!" But this movement as she struggled and pulled caused a bigger puddle to grow under her before she finally settled down and continued walking again.
 
Oh, how feisty! Despite that, he simply smirked and led her on, walking her as a jockey would lead around a Philly that needed training. It would be the first introduction to predicament bondage: even if she followed along, she'd feel arousal and torture. But if she resisted, it would only make her suffering that much more torturous. And besides, trying to keep herself in the comfortable position would stress her more and more. There was only pain to be found in every position, as demonstrated when she tried to stop, only for the ropes to soon get it's way as she was forced to move along, like a docile animal save for all the insults and the moans that came her way. "Feels weird? Don't worry...I'm sure you'll get used to it, for sure!" he whispered, "After all...you have the body of a slut. Why not stop thinking like Sylvia Smith would...and simply...enjoy it..."

The very same fingers that drove her insane on that train ride soon fondled her still-bound body, feeling up her D-cup breasts with his hands. "These are real! That's amazing!" he said, softly feeling up her juicy mounds as he pulled the rope upwards instead of forward, instinctively forcing her to her tippy toes if she wanted to keep up the slack. "How does it feel...for your control to be taken away, to be pleasured by another man...how does it feel?" he asked, softly...kissing her, as one would romantically. For a moment he had forgotten about the ropes, yet he could not put his tongue inside in danger of her biting it out.

Afterwards, he took out what looked like a red wiffle ball with two leather straps. Without hesitation he pressed her nose shut, trying to force her to breath through her mouth as he placed the ball gag inside of her mouth, pushing it all the way behind her teeth. Strapping it tight, he then took the end of the rope, pulling it along. When it became apparent she got the relative gist of it, he turned on his cellphone and opened the door. "Come, come on now, Fido!" he said, smiling as the camera recorded every moment, "Come, walk with me!"

A nice stroll down the forest path ought to clear her head! Leaving the large suitcase nearby, hidden within the bathroom area he led her out, or at least tried to, pulling along as she was to be exposed to what little people walked in the park at this moment, with the sun almost setting...
 
Sylvia glared at him. She said "You bastard! I hate you!" She struggled as she felt him fondle her breasts, writhing and fighting. She screamed as she was forced on her tippy toes, her juices spurting out in response. Struggling and thrashing, she tried to keep her mouth shut, trying to avoid the gag, only to find it forced into her mouth. Screaming around the gag, she shook her head, side to side, trying to get the gag off. When he started trying to pull her outside, she pulled back, sweat making her clothes stick to her body in random places.

Even though she pulled back, more of her juices spurted onto the floor. Slowly but surely, she took one step, and then two steps forward, her juices leaking onto the ground as she struggled against the restraints, her skirt lifted up enough to expose a bit of her damp underwear, the dripping cunt juice would be obvious when she walked, seeing as she'd leave behind a trail. Glaring around the gag, drool trailed down her chin, staining her blouse, slowly revealing her nice white bra in certain places.
 
She was just secreting so much love fluids that it occurred to him she must have been a squirt! Leaving behind some sex juices, her pantyhose was permanently darkened by the moisture, her pussy dripping wet and her panties permanently ruined, soiled by her arousal. She smelled of sweat, rope and sex as she was continued on, forced to move along in a steady pace, dripping like a leaky faucet as she was forced to cover ground. There were a few people along, many commenting on how slutty she was, a woman shielding the eyes of her child and of course, a few men who ogled at the girl. Exhibitionism was in technicality prohibited, but he was sure she'd be the one charged with it, especially with the story he gave a concerned mother that the two were lovers...and that her moans that followed were merely to confirm that.

Drooling, he took some of her saliva and smeared it right where her pebbled nipples seem to rise the most. "Loving this, so far? It seems like people enjoy seeing you like this!" To be humiliated before others, it was a fate worse than death! Thank goodness no one familiar with her saw Sylvia's bound form being led along the park. A woman, one who identified herself as a dominatrix even asked him if she was new to this. He replied "Yes, she actually still plays along as someone unwilling." The Domme chuckled then spanked her thighs until she stopped fidgeting, kissing the girl's cheek and sending the two on their way.

And so, he made her stand, with what looked like a playground in the distance. Her body bound, her knees pressed together, drooling onto her cleavage her panties were pretty much darkened, her pantyhose even darker with all the juices that fell. She was led away from the playground, not wanting to offend anyone as she was then forced to lean against a tree, behind him as he fingered her. "Don't cum...yet. If you do, I'll tie you up here and leave you until tommorow."
 
Sylvia was humiliated and that only made her wetter, much to her horror. Fighting the ropes, she whimpered as she was dragged along, her clothed pebbled nipples straining against her bra and shirt. Thrashing, she tried to fight the other male when she thought he was taking her to the play ground, her love juices oozing even more. Whimpering, she yelped as she was pushed against a tree and fingered. The more he fingered her, the wetter she got and the more her cunt clung onto his fingers. Sylvia thrashed, muffled noises from behind the gag escaping.

Sylvia got an idea then. Bastard! She couldn't help but think 'See how you like this!' as a small stream of urine escaped her, purposely coating his hand. She hoped it would turn him off and he'd release her. She hoped anyways, even as her pussy sucked his fingers in deeper, bringing her orgasm all that much closer. Struggling underneath the ropes and the fingers, she continued to try and get free.
 
He felt an acrid splash of a liquid, only to realize that it was a slightly yellowish color. It was then that a fury brewed within him. Despite that, his fingers seemingly continued to pressure her towards an orgasm, but his hands immediately left soon after, with him wiping his hands onto her blouse to try and remove that icky sensation of urine upon his fair skin. "Oh...you'll pay dearly for that. Very, VERY dearly." he whispered, taking yet another picture of her helpless frame, taking note of the slightly wetness on her panties and her pantyhose. "Pissing yourself like that...how disgusting." he said, pushing aside the ropes and her panties as he made her spread out her legs, just as people walked past. "Urinate. Now." he commanded, wanting to humiliate her with the act of a bound girl being forced to urinate in public. If she really wanted to harm him with that...she'd sure get what's coming to her!

When she was done, he then took a new round of rope, instead taking the 'leash' she was bound to and extending it, throwing it above a branch and tying it to the ground the moment she was on her toes. "If you cum, I'm going to leave you dangling like that!" he said, smiling. Then, he took the duffel bag, walking back towards the bathroom. It didn't look like anyone else noticed her, but a few kids looked her way and what looked like a couple was busy talking about her. Eyes did turn, but very few paid much attention to her aside from the fact she was rather indecent tied up like that, struggling to free herself...

Meanwhile, Johnathan washed his hands and brought the briefcase along. If she was going to fake her incontinence, he was surely going to torture her severely for this deed! Instead, he began to haul everything over, walking back towards his slave who remained tied up in semi-visible area. where some COULD see her if they passed by the road.
 
Sylvia snorted around the gag at him, as if that would make her piss herself!. She put up a struggle, even as her legs were spread, doing her best to hold it in. It didn't last long, and she was peeing on the ground, shame having her even wetter from arousal. Although when she was tied up and standing on her tip toes, she thrashed as he walked away, muffling her screams as she saw people looking. Still, that didn't stop her from thrashing. Although, it led to an orgasm, her whole body shaking as she came.

When Jonathan came back, she was struggling anew again, and just as Jonathan came close, another orgasm rocked her frame, causing Sylvia to squirt a bit as she came, her whole body thrashing and shaking as her abused and sensitive clit helped with her orgasm. Panting, she struggled to remain on her tip toes, glaring at the other male as she stood there, her legs quivering from exhaustion, the rope and her panties were completely soaked now, as was her clothing from sweat. More of the outline of her bra was obvious now.
 
If Johnathan showed you a picture of Sylvia before this all happened, you'd be convinced that the platinum-silver haired girl was an orderly, dignified woman with a bright future. In contrast to that, she looked haggard, messy, wet and utterly embarrassed. With a picture of her wide-legged, ball gagged, bound and urinating, her hopes for a bright future would end almost instantly when he would release the photos he had taken of her. Orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, this time she pretty much burst from orgasming yet again, her hypersensitive body sweating and pretty much leaking pussy fluids. He took a few pictures, despite her weak resistance the snapshots were taken, displaying her tired frame, sweating and reeking of erotica.

He watched as her little tip toes tried to keep to the position lest she grind against the ropes and the knot at her crotchrope. He pulled at the rope, forcing her up and even lifting her tip toes half an inch off the ground, shoes leaving their contact on the floor was, momentarily, all of her weight was supported onto her crotchrope. "Man, you're leaking like a faucet! Who knew that your slutty body was also a squirt?!" It was like...she WAS born to become a masochist, a man's plaything.

By now, it was getting dark so he had to get towards the final part of the so called-session. Taking her blouse, he tore it up extremely rudely, letting her bra free. Her arms must be getting sore, her clit hypersensitive, her drooling mouth held ajar for too long...he absolutely loved it watching a stream of spittle settle onto her breast. Taking another shot, he removed the rope that held her up, shortening the leash as he removed the ball gag, letting it hang onto her neck like a pendant of her shame. "Now, you have disobeyed me by not only cumming once, but doing it twice without my commands. Now, I have a little proposition to make: either you'll spend all of tonight in rough bondage or I'll stay over at your room for even more kinky fun. If you report this to the police or anyone I'll be sure to ruin your life permanently. Am I clear?" he asked, smirking as he knew he had the upper hand. He did delete that picture...but surely, not the rest of it!
 
Everything was sore now, even when he pulled her up onto her tip toes and off the ground, her pussy could only drool in response. Thrashing, she felt her aching sore body twitch. She glared at Jonathan, her blouse torn open, revealing her barely restrained breasts as the bra held her breasts back. She glared at him, the proposition sounding horrible either way. Her legs had pretty much given out now, so she half sat, half leaned against the tree as her legs felt like jello. She said, her mouth still sore "Fuck you, I don't want either of those options. Howabout I castrate you instead?"

Struggling some more, she said "I'd rather walk home in my bra and skirt, than deal with you." Of course he could always make interesting by spreading her open with a giant vibrator spearing her in both holes. Hell, he could even remove her bra and put painful clips on her nipples to act like pasties and use them along with the crotch rope to lead her home. So many options for him. Either way, Sylvia wasn't going to accept the rough bondage, so he'd get to follow her home for kinky fun and to use and abuse her body as he saw fit.
 
Oh this girl, defiant until the end. How cute! If she liked digging her own grave, then this was going to be a very good time he'll be having with her. "My, that option is rather unappealing and you don't seem to be co-operating. I feel that mouth of yours needs to be really needs to be shut tight." he said, smiling as he took the ball gag once again, telling her kindly "If you resist, you'll make things worse for you. If you simply submit and follow my words, I'll make things easier for you." he whispered, "So, feel free to resist, it'll make things ALOT more interesting for me!" he said, gently fitting the gag against her will, pushing it in behind her teeth to get her drooling once again. It looks like she'll be walking home in bondage, then! But first...he should wait until it becomes suitably dark!

Well...he ought to get back to work! It was almost dark out, so he had a few things to mind before walking her back home! Pulling the crotchrope along, it forced her to either continue walking and loosen the slack or resist, forcing the rope to rub and slide against her engorged pussy lips. Given how soiled and wet her panties were it served only to stick to her soaked pussy like a second skin. When he managed to force some movement onto her they walked deeper and deeper into the forest. It was a place some students go to take drugs or perhaps get some quick pussy before going back. No one could hear them here...which must be precisely why he went there!

He walked towards 'Crackpot Clearing' , a place with a small stone pit where vandals would either hang out late at night or people would share a communal smoke. He chose a tree just behind the main treeline: enough to hide her, but enough to expose her if someone looked close enough. Throwing her to the flooring, he took the ropes, throwing some above a tree. There, he attached some rope onto her box-tied arms. Gosh, how sore and how numb are they getting?! Tying her up, he made it so that she hung by the ropes, yet used the crotchrope to leverage her up, applying constant pressure there. Afterwards, he tied her knees together, making sure all the ropes were taut and tight.

Then, as the finishing touch, he added what looked like a rope bra around her breasts, making it so that her tits were well accentuated. Then he tied each ankle to her thighs, to complete the bondage. The ropes were extremely tight and unyielding. "At around the night hours, crackheads and goons often come along here...maybe they'll enjoy seeing you!" he chuckled, smiling as he walked away, but not after pinning what looked like a letter near her tattered blouse. He walked off to grab some dinner, leaving his captive Sylvia trapped in bondage near a place some may see her...
 
Sylvia fought the other male, shrieking behind the ball gag, her words sounding more like muffled grunts and cries. Struggling against the ropes some more, she screamed into the ball gag as she was lifted off the ground. God it hurt so bad yet felt so good! She continued to struggle, not caring about the puddle forming beneath her.

Fifteen minutes later found her exhausted, having orgasmed again. Now, it just hurt, everything hurt. When she heard voices, she struggled harder, keeping as quiet as she could so as to not be discovered.

Another fifteen minutes later found her completely lax and submissive in her bonds, too tired to put up a fight, her body too sore to move, and circulation to most of her body had been cut off. Now, when she heard voices approaching, all she could do was twitch, and go as still as possible, even while knowing that she was going to be seen. All she could manage to do was glare around the ball gag, drool continuing to pour out of her mouth as she looked helpless in this bound and gagged position, her body completely sore and boneless from the ropes tying her up.
 
For dinner, he had himself a little Panini. He was in the mood for something different, so he stopped by an Indian restaurant. He was running half an hour, though he had every right to be concerned given how the tight bondage might start putting her limbs to sleep. Despite the dangers of leaving her there bound and free for all to abuse, he was willing to take that risk to break her in. This was to be the most strenuous bondage position she was to take yet. And to think this all started from a wanton grope in the subway...he felt so very guilty doing this to an otherwise innocent and seemingly pure girl. Yet, as he browsed through the images he found himself almost...stroking his manhood, how awkward it was because he was standing in line. Yes...there was no turning back now.

She dangled there for what felt like forever until voices could be heard. Yes, feel walked as a group of students walked down the path, barely missing her. She was, literally, exposed past the foliage. These were some underclassmen, though they took a smoke, joked about and took some alcohol with them. "Man, you know that girl, Smith? Yeah, Sylvia? I really want to fuck her." said one, flushing slightly from the effects of the alcohol, throwing some into the fire as they gathered up, talking tales and such, "Y'know, I just wanna go...boomboom boom on that ass!" "Yeah, she wears that pantyhose too...what a prissy slut. I bet you she's real tight down there. A virgin too!" "No way! I heard she banged this guy like, awhile ago!"

Yes, their words did seem abrasive as they partied out, chuckling and talking all about their school: the teachers they hated, the subjects they sucked at and all sorts of experiences. Meanwhile, the bondage continued to hold her steady...was she really going to be discovered by these people, helpless and completely tied up?
 
Sylvia started to squirm as she heard voices and her name. No! No! They couldn't discover her like this, nearly naked, drooling and looking like a wanton slut, tied up the way she was! She'd never live it down. She clenched her pussy painfully, horrified, that even while in pain, she was still wet. If they discovered her now, she couldn't put up a fight. Her limbs had long since gone numb which meant she would essentially be boneless, a helpless mound of flesh for them to fuck, to grope, molest and abuse.

Sylvia prayed long and hard that they didn't notice her, knowing that if they discovered her, her life at school was over. She'd have to move schools, change names, start a whole new life! She couldn't imagine it! Even as she panicked, she dripped pussy juices, the fear, the shame, the humiliation, all served to turn her on, even if she was embarrassed.
 
Their raucous laughter continued on, well into the night. Even one student tore off his shirt and threw it into the fire, running around with a burning shirt. Such recklessness...just what would happen if she was discovered by this crowd?! Forced to take drugs, raped repeatedly pregnant with their deviant children...such a future! One student popped open a cork of vodka, vomiting into the fire pit as they continued to drink and talk away their problems. One even pulled down his girlfriend's skirt, immediately licking away her pussy as they laughed, drank and even had sex in the woods.

One man slouched over and continued to hobble over, holding a bottle of vodka. He stank heavily of alcohol, leaning over to take a piss beside the tree she hung from. He was half-muttering the lyrics of a song he was mumbling out, only to barf just a few steps away from her, on the tree she hung from. It was clear he was so drunk that it was hard to tell what he would do next. "Ughhmm...W-who the fuck are you?" he asked, his hand reaching out to the soft peachy flesh of her breasts, tearing away her bra callously. "Mhmhmm...soft...aren't they...euhuguhguhu~" he began to lick away at her tits, softly reaching over to her pussy as he tasted her salty-sweet juices. It was clear that he was drunk, probably thinking she was just a hallucination, but the orgasm that came was all too real.

"Hey Albert, are ye masturbating over there?!" "Noo...t-there's pussy...here..." he said, as the others followed along. They were all drunk out of their minds, but...their eyes did behold her bound form. "W-whhhaat the fuck? Is she like...flying?" asked one, as he drew his knife and cut the rope that she hung from. There, she was thrown to the ground, her bound and helpless form completely exposed. When they got a closer look, their said "Ahhh...i-ishh an angel..." he said, surprised that she couldn't talk as their tongue and hands began to fondle her. The girlfriends, still rather horny, grew jealous. "You remind me of that bitch over at our school!" she said, taking a branch that was sawed off and pushing it into her pussy as they cut away her crotchrope, "How that does feel, bitch?! Huh?! Huh?!"

Their laughter continued on, in their drunken haze they abused what they thought a woman who was hazed, unaware that it was the very pretty girl named Sylvia Smith. The branch was taken away when they noticed it was rather wet. "What a shlut!" cried one as he immediately whipped out his dick, threatening to put it inside of her...
 
Sylvia was absolutely horrified when she was discovered. Struggling, she tried to make a sound around the gag, unfortunately nothing came out other than noises that sounded more like animalistic grunts than words or even formation of words. When her bra was ripped away and her breasts groped, she screeched around the gag, writhing as she tried to get away. Her horror and humiliation only increased when she was discovered by more people.

She cried out around the gag when she was cut down and fell to the ground. Struggling weakly, her struggles not even a struggle because of how sore her body was and she had no feeling in her limbs. She squirmed as they fondled her, wanting to get away but unable to move. When the branch was pushed in, she screamed, her body convulsing around the branch as her juices coated the branch. Letting out a muffled shriek as the branch was removed, her shriek changed into a cry of terror as she tried to wriggle away from the dick, looking more like an inching backwards caterpillar, with her breasts jiggling with the movement. Really, she looked so fucking pathetic with the way she squirmed.
 
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