Chapter 2

~The part we’ve all been waiting for~

Rick led Sarah to a groundskeeper's shed in the park. Demonstrating his manliness by assuring her no flimsy shed door would stand in his way.

Sarah was used to going along with what he told her without question. She was in bedroom mode now and was eager to see what this “new Rick” had planned for her.

“You’re going to strip,” he commanded.

Sarah’s eagerness turned to slight hesitance. Right here? In a shack? In the public park? Her face began to heat up.

“Th-There’s—“

“Take them off now Sarah.” His hand gently stroking her hair made this feel like less of a demand and more of an instruction. It was kind but firm.

Sarah trembled as her heartbeat began to rise faster and faster. She definitely didn’t want to do this. But she also felt compelled to obey Rick. This was what she truly missed, and there might not be another chance.

Her shaking hands unzipped her jacket, but exposing her sports bra like this was nerve-racking enough. She found it difficult to continue. Her eyes were begging Rick for mercy.

He waited until she at least attempted to remove the rest of her jacket to intervene. And he sped the process up by immediately taking whatever she had at least partially removed.

She barely got her pants down to her knees before Rick pulled them the rest of the way off. He didn’t even bother with her boots, the pants were loose enough to be taken off over them.

Then came the hardest parts. Sarah still gave nonverbal pleas for mercy as she gently shifted out of the sports bra.

Rick wasn’t in a generous mood. As soon as it was half off he pocketed it. Leaving Sarah completely topless as her trembling arms quickly retreated to her chest. It’s not like Rick never saw her breasts before, but it was definitely different when outside the security of her home.

Lastly came the panties. The slowest and most arduous task she’d been faced with yet. It was like she was willingly walking into danger. And once again when they reached her knees, Rick took care of the rest.

He was also not as gentle with the panties, as they nearly got ripped off when being pulled past her boots.

There Sarah was. Naked. Exposed and **** to its highest degree. She squirmed in place as Rick made a makeshift clothing bag out of her jacket and slung it over his shoulder.

He stopped to admire the tattoo of a rose on her ass, branding her as his own once more.

Sarah had never felt so nervous in her life. She had just surrendered her clothing and only had the flimsy security of a groundskeeper shack in a public part hiding her from the rest of the world, and total humiliation.

She dreaded what Rick had planned next because there was no going back now.

In her haze of trying to process it all, she didn’t notice at first that Rick had grabbed a rope off the tool rack. And before she could object... he grabbed her arms and tied them behind her back.

“Rick?!” this was the last thing she could say before the tightness of the ropes binding her arms made her squeal. She was completely helpless now. And Rick took the opportunity to get a nice feel of things to get her squirming even more.

Her mind was rational, this was NOT what she should be doing, but her body wasn’t cooperating at all. It was basically showtime as far as it was concerned.

“You are LOVING this,” Rick said with his most confident grin in years. “You’re going to REALLY love this next part.”

Sarah’s eyes went wide with fear as he opened the door of the shack. With little effort thanks to the bindings and the shock. She was pushed outside into the blinding sunlight and the fresh air she came to this park to get.