Supplied with only a water bottle, I started walking down the street towards the park where I usually stopped to rest. I gradually went into a jog, then a run, then a sprint, then back down to a jog again until I got to the park. Stopping at a bench in the park, I put down the water bottle and walked out into the trees and bushes, taking a trail I always took to cool down while I walked. As I started to jog again, having been thoroughly cooled off, I looked down at my breasts. I watched them jiggle and bounce as I ran, and noticed the way that my breasts ended and directly under, my stomach went flat. Shortly after, I was sticking my hand in my top and pinching the soft nipples. Hold on a sec. Virgin doesn't mean Virgin Mary, okay? Oh, how bad I felt, how incorrigible I was! I had gotten a little more than half way through the trail, and had just started back when I heard a rustling in the bushes to the left of me. I quickly pulled my hand out of my top, and tried to look normal. "Hello?" "." "Anyone there?" ".*rustle*." I was starting to get really freaked out. I started running, sprinting, faster and faster until finally I was back at the bench, where all of the other people were walking around on the sidewalk. Everything was normal in their worlds, and everything was safe now. I grabbed my water bottle and took a big slug of it, having tired myself out by now. I started walking farther, passing the park, reaching a relatively deserted part of town. I stopped again and stood for a second. I took another big slug of my water. By now it was almost all gone, but for some reason I was still really thirsty. I stood, soaking in all of the beautiful trees and plants in this part of town. Then I looked at my water bottle. There, on the back of it, printed in big, bold, written letters were the words, "NAUGHTY LITTLE SLUT". All of a sudden I felt groggy.everything was getting darker, and the few noises that I had been hearing, of the frogs, and the birds, died out. All I heard were footsteps.footsteps, and then someone's voice.humming? Then the sound of someone hitting the wet, soaked ground.and then it was gone.

The first time that I opened my eyes after that, I faced up, towards a ceiling. What the fuck.? I thought. I sat up.or, tried to at least. I realized that I had been tied down, and I started to really freak out. I started to shake and wiggle, desperate to escape my bonds. When I knew for sure that I couldn't get out of them, I stopped, laid still, and gathered my thoughts. I inspected my ties for the first time, leaning as far as I could to see what I was tied with. Crude ropes, harsh against the skin. I also realized at that minute that I was gagged with one of the rubber ball gags that were featured on the websites I liked to look at. I knew that I must have been in some sort of basement.possibly a.*cringe*.dungeon? But for sure no where that I recognized, and no where that could have been close to my neighborhood.

I inspected my surroundings. The.let's just call it a basement for now.was cold, and dark, but obviously highly used, although once I saw what the evil basement consisted of, I wished that it hadn't been. Straps, ropes, handcuffs, and bonds of all kinds were hanging off of the walls. The highly stocked shelves possessed every kind of bittersweet sex toy known to man. I laid back down, and closed my eyes, not wanting to know who or what owned these things, who or what owned this house. I opened them again, and my eyes met the small windows. I saw the pouring rain coming down upon these small windows, and I knew that the rain must have gotten worse since I was last out there. It must have been several hours that I was out, I thought. When I started my run, it was still quite light out, and now it was midnight dark, as far as I could tell. I looked up at the entrance to the basement, and saw that the lights were off in the house. I knew that it was going to be a long night. I laid down and fell asleep thanks to pure exhaustion.