NEW: A Walk in the Park [3/3] (emb voy exh nc)

[Peter the Grate]

Story : A Walk in the Park
Author : Peter the Grate
Released : 22 Nov, 1994
Description : A young lady encounters fierce weather and gang members in
: a rather embarrassing, compromising day at community college
: and the evening walk home.
Themes : embarrassment, voyeurism, humiliation, panty-fetish, mild
: violence (no hitting or rape (but close)), non-consentual
: exhibitionism (the best kind :^).

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looking through an ether.

She flicked the igniter. It popped into flame immediately.
Two tears descended her cheeks, as she held the flame to the
cotton dress. A moment later a flame was growing at the bottom
edge of the material, licking hungrily and destructively up one
side.

Cathy held her skirt for another ten seconds, almost burning
her tender forearm, before dropping it to the ground in front of
the gang. The leader crushed the fabric with his foot, moving it
into a more compact pile, and ensuring that that fire had taken
control of the skirt's destiny.

They all watched, Cathy truly forlorn, as her skirt was
reduced to a smoldering pile of ash. It only took a minute or so;
the dress was very thin, and there wasn't much to burn, and, too,
it was all cotton.

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After a short pause, the leader announced, "There. Now let
that be a leeson, oaky?"

Cathy just looked at him.

"Don't be wearin' stuff like that around in public." He
smiled, relishing his power over her. What to do now, what to
do...

"C'mere," he said, motioning her down off the roof. "Let's
talk."

"Please," Cathy cried. "Don't hurt me! This is bad enough.
Can't you just let me go?" She begged for her release, arms
draped in front of her shimmering pink bra and panties.

"Get down, bitch," he ordered, pointing to his feet,
motioning for Cathy to get off the car. His violent nature was
showing through the thin veneer that he had been using to keep
Cathy from panicking.

"Please," she pleaded, slowly sliding off the car to the
dirt. "Don't hurt me." Realizing her predicament now, she looked
deeply into his eyes, in an attempt to appeal to his better
nature.

"Walk with me," he ordered. "Oh, and don't forget your
shoes," he added. "Gotta be properly dressed when you're out in
public like this, ya know."

Cathy, slient and pliable, stepped into the shoes that had
fallen by the side of the car when this adventure all began. And
as the leader slowly walked away from the car, she followed.

"Up here," he told her, motioning her to his side, "I said
walk with me, not follow me." And Cathy, wearing only brown pumps
and her provocative underwear, quickly ran to accompany him, arms
wrapped around her as best as she could.

"One more thing," he added, "When you're with me, I can't
stand to see you coverin' yourself up like that, so just knock
that shit off right now and walk normally."

He looked at Cathy, intimidating her. She haltingly lowered
her hands to her side, revealing her pink satin bra and panties
to him. The other two, following behind them, had been staring at

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her ass the whole time, delighted to be in the company of such a
pretty girl so scantily clad. As they passed under a lamp next to
a park bench, the light shone brightly off of her panties.

"That's better," he said. "Don't let me catch you doin' that
again, or you're gonna be sorry."

They continued walking, the four of them. Through the park
that Cathy knew well, she strolled nearly naked.

"God," she thought inwardly, "I feel almost totally nude. I
feel so vulnerable. Where are we going. What does he want. How am
I ever going to get away, or get home. I don't have any clothes
on. GOD!" She started to cry softly. She felt as a captured
animal.

"Look at that ass, man," one of the others mentioned to his
friend. "I just want to fuckin' grab it, ya know?"

Cathy, fearfully reacting, unconsciously raised her hands
up, covering her bra cups. She didn't know what was in store by
listening to them, but she was getting more and more scared.

They had proceeded another several hundred yards, when he
stopped. He turned and looked at Cathy.

"What is this?" he asked, gesturing toward her arms.

"I..," she started, "I don't.. I couldn't help it. I didn't
realize.."

"What did I tell you!" he yelled. "Didn't I tell you not to
do that?"

"Please!, I...," she tried.

"Enough," he said, flatly.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked him. She looked
straight ahead, unable to meet his eyes. She could not imagine
being more humiliated.

"Don't change the subject," he warned her. "You deliberately
did what I told you not to," he said. "You covered covered
yourself up."

"No, I...," she stammered, "please!"

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"I can see I can't trust you to do what I say, huh?" He
sneered, stopping and staring at her.

Cathy couldn't seem to control her hands, one minute
shielding herself with them, and the next, dropping them to her
sides.

"Don't hurt me," she gasped.

"You disobeyed me, didn't you?" he asked.

"Please, don't..," she started.

"DIDN'T YOU!" he pushed.

"Yes," she admitted, "I'm sorry." She started to sob. "I
couldn't help it!"

"I can see that you need help keeping your hands in place,"
he observed.

Cathy simply looked at the ground.

"Take your bra off," he commanded her.

"Oh God, no, come on. Don't make me!", she moaned. But,
seeing the glare in his eyes, Cathy realized that she had no
choice.

She lifted her fingers to her chest and nervously fiddled
with the plastic clasp between the cups. Her bra popped open, her
luscious breasts bouncing candidly free into the night air.
Embarrassed, she quickly, concealed them with one arm, while
wriggling out of her bra, which was left dangling in her hand.

"Please, don't hurt me," she again pleaded.

"Give it to me," he ordered, holding his hand out.

Cathy reached forward, surrendering it reluctantly into his
grasp. She stood now in only her sexy petite panties, arms
crossed in front of her nude breasts.

"Well, now," he teased, "don't you look nice now." Cathy was
miserable. She looked extremely small and helpless, exposed so
completely in the company of her fully clothed captors.

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"Show us those cute little tits you're hidin'," he said.
"You know how I get when you cover yourself up like that."

Cathy sighed softly to herself. It was no use crying. She
couldn't run away - not dressed like this. Her only hope was to
comply and try to avoid being hurt, or... worse. Maybe if she
cooperated she could get them to give her something to wear to
get home.

Slowly, she dropped her arms down, first to her sides, and
then in front of her panties, exposing to all three punks her
lovely, firm, full tits. Her nipples, the size of half dollars,
were red and swollen from the fear and anxiety that was coursing
through her body. She wore a D-cup, and her young, blossoming
breasts filled her bras to their bursting point.

"Yo, nice jugs, man," one unecessarily announced to the
group. "Jeez." Indeed, they all stared lustfully at Cathy's
plump, pink breasts. Self-consciously, she drew her hands back up
to cover them. She was beginning to think that they didn't intend
to allow her to leave.

A filthy, carnal lust glazed the otherwise minimally
intelligent facial expression of the leader.

"Turn around," he grunted.

Cathy continued to beg for her release, staring mournfully
at the two subordinate punks, while their leader stood with her
bra behind her.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Her arms were suddenly jerked back from behind, and she
shrieked in surprise and terror, realizing finally that they
intended to rape her. She struggled against the two that were
holding her, clad in only her panties, her milky tits freely
leaping from side to side. But they quickly had her arms tied
securely together behind her back.

The leader pulled her to the ground, Cathy moaning with fear
and anguish. She wanted to cry, but was too scared to do anything
except lie there, whimpering. He glared at her, relishing his
position of power. Slowly, he reached his hand to her, caressing
her left breast, and slid it slowly down to her waist.

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"No," she groaned, feeling his fingers on the edge of her
underwear. "Please," she begged, "not my panties". But he didn't
stop. "It's all I have left.."

Roughly, he jerked them down to her knees, and she watched
him stare at her pubic hair. Cathy whimpered, feeling the cool
dirt on her naked body. He reached to his pants, and started to
unzip his fly.

Suddenly, she detected the unmistakable sound of a car
approaching. The gang members also heard it, and looked up
anxiously. Soon she could see approaching headlights through the
trees. It was likely to be a police patrol, and the maggots knew
it.

"Quick, get in the car! Let's get outta here, it's the
cops!" one shouted excitedly. The other two scrambled toward the
car, while their leader quickly jumped to his feet, pulling his
pants up.

"You're fuckin' lucky, bitch," he yelled at Cathy. "But I'm
taking these." And with that he reached down to Cathy and tried
to yank off her panties, which were still at her knees.

She screamed, spreading her legs widely apart to keep him
from getting them. She knew her pussy was aimed directly at him,
but she was too involved with saving her panties to care.

He realized that he could get them off her if he had the
time, but he knew the others weren't going to wait for him.
Abandoning his effort, he ran to the car.

"Fuck you, cunt!" he yelled at her. "I'll get you next
time." And with that, he started toward the car, which was
already revving up, abandoning Cathy on the ground tied up
helplessly, with her panties pulled down.

"Wait! Give me my clothes!" she screamed. "Don't leave me
like this!" She thrashed about on her back, trying frantically to
get to her feet. But she saw them hurrying to escape before the
car arrived.

As they gunned the engine, she screamed hysterically one
last time. "Please! I need my clothes!"

But it was no use. They were in much too big a hurry to
escape from the area, and held no misgivings about abandoning her

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in public, as good as nude and tied up. They were soon
disappearing in a cloud of dust.

The car approached about fifteen seconds later, and through
the trees she saw that it was indeed a city police car. She
struggled to get to her feet and enlist their help, despite the
obvious humiliation, but, on her back she could barely move. So
she rolled onto her belly and spread her legs to get some
leverage.

In a last effort, she lay back down on her back and stuck
her legs in the air, crisscrossing them in a way that she hoped
would let her panties fall back to her hips. But it was no use.
They just wouldn't slide further than her thighs.

She concluded, though, that to flag down the police car
would at least help her get home. As she expected, as soon as she
stood up, her panties fell to her ankles. Now utterly nude, she
looked helplessly between them and the police car.

But she decided to risk all and, in a desperate attempt to
obtain assistance, she began chasing their departing car, leaving
her crumpled panties on the sidewalk behind her. Her tits bounced
wildly as she ran, specks of dirt flying off into the air. She
was quite a sight, dashing through the park, stark naked.

But after about fifty yards she realized, with great dismay,
that they hadn't seen her. And they were too far off now to
notice her in their rear-view mirror, and she thought she heard
them accelerate, possibly in response to spotting the gang
members.

Panting, alone and her arms lashed together behind her, she
stood under a street light, trying to come to grips with her
situation.

She looked up above her head, squinting at the streetlight
that was flooding her. She gasped, recalling that she wasn't
wearing a stitch of clothing and jumped off the little through-
road and scampered into a more heavily wooded area to try and
figure out how to get to her apartment, a full mile away.

"God," she thought to herself. "I have to get out of these
ropes." She crouched behind a thicket of bushes and struggled
against the tightly tied hemp.

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Suddenly, she froze. She heard approaching voices. "Oh
shit," she thought, "that's all I need - to get caught like this
by a bunch of people." She very cautiously peeked from behind the
bush.

"Oh no," she muttered, spying her panties on the sidewalk in
the distance. She could tell, by their voices, that they were
guys and that they were too near for her to be able to even try
to run out and retrieve her last grasp at modesty. She hoped that
they would either not notice them, or take no interest if they
did.

Then she saw them turn the corner. She jerked back behind
the bush, lest she be seen, and listened intently. She
desperately wanted to get her panties back, as she felt fairly
sure that she could wriggle back into them if she tried hard
enough.

"Hey man," she heard one of the guys say, "check it out.
Somebody got lucky tonight, it looks like." Cathy's hopes dimmed.
She knew they'd spied them. She heard them laughing and joking
about finding her underwear, longing for them to leave them
behind.

Within a minute or so she listened to their voices grow
fainter as they continued on their way. Waiting to be sure that
she was once again alone, she gingerly peeked out from behind the
bush. She was safe.

Cathy swallowed hard, suppressing the butterflies in her
stomach. She popped up from behind the bush and ran out into the
road again, her tits bouncing crazily as she ran. She knelt down
and snatched her panties from the ground. Scampering back out of
the lit street, she ran for cover into the trees.

As far as she could tell, she was still safe. Listening for
sounds of people, she heard only distant traffic. She carefully
sat down and worked her feet into her panties. Leaning back
painfully onto her arms, she stuck her legs in the air and her
panties fell toward her thighs.

But that's as far as they would go.

"Fuck," she whimpered. She squirmed, twisting her legs in
the air, but she couldn't get them past her thighs. When she got
back onto her feet the simply fell to the ground again. "God
dammit!" she moaned, exasperated.

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But she was determined to get back into the panties. She got
back down onto her back and carefully gyrating her hips for a
good five minutes, finally maneuvering back into them.

If she could just get out of the ropes she might be able to
scrounge something more to cover herself with. As it was, she was
reduced to sneaking through the park wearing only a pair of dirty
panties, with no way of being able to conceal her nudity if she
got caught by someone.

So, for about thirty minutes she quietly and carefully made
her way through the underbrush of the park, managing to avoid
contact with everyone she heard coming. She kept a hopeful eye
out for a girl or girls who might be able to help her out of the
ropes and lend her something to wear.

She stubbed her toes a few times, and got a few scratches
from some bushes, but didn't get any serious injuries.

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