Heather decides to go to the road

Heather staggered to the road. She was in pain from the ant bites in and on her rectum, and the Blow Pop was forcing her to walk in an awkward, hunched over way. She was afraid to walk too fast, but was afraid to be seen like this.

It seemed like hours, but in fact was only a very few minutes before she reached the road. She saw no one else in all that time. She couldn't believe it. Normally, the park was full of people. Now, when she needed someone to help her, the park was as empty as the surface of Mars.

She reached the road just as a car rolled into view. She couldn't tell much about it. Her vision was still blurred from her mascara and tears, and it was a shapeless mass more than anything. Nonetheless, Heather was aware that it stopped, more by sound than sight. She heard the doors open and someone get out.

"Oh, thank God," Heather said. "You've got to help me. I was robbed and **** to strip and tied up and left in the park like this and --"

Her words trailed off as the driver of the car spoke. "Hey, look," he said, "it's the rude bitch from the park bench." Heather recognized his voice. He was the boyfriend of the girl who had shoved the candy up her rectum and left her for the ants.

"How'd she get out of there so quickly?" the girl's voice said. "That's no fun."

"I don't know," the boy replied. "But this time, we'll things a little more secure." Heather had tried to back away from the two teens, but the boy grabbed her arms and held them tightly. "You got another bandanna?" he said to the girl.

"No," she said, shaking her head. She feached into her purse. "I've just got this tampon."

"Perfect."

"No, please no," Heather said, but the girl pushed the tampon into her mouth, pushing it deep until it rested against the back of her throat. Then she reached into her purse again.

"We don't want the bitch getting this out like she did the bandanna." She pulled a roll of tape out of her purse. She peeled a strip off the roll, tore it loose, and pressed it tight over Heather's lips, ignoring her moaned protests and her attempts to move her head away from the tape.

The girl look Heather in the eyes. She was smiling. I've got a big bag. I keep all sorts of interesting things in it. Like this." She pulled a vibrator out of her bag and held it up as she spoke. "It's a top of the line model, one of the most powerful on the market."

"How long will it work?" the boy said.

"I put fresh batteries in it last night. Even at its highest setting -- and this rude bitch gets maximum -- it should be good for at least twelve and possibly as many as twenty-four hours."

"Good."

"Mmmmmph! Mmmph!" Heather said, shaking her head as the girl adjusted her vibrator to the highest setting. She bent down, teasing the vibrator into Heather's puss, then shoving it as far as it would go once she had it in.

"Mmmm!" Heather shuddered as the incredibly powerful tremors from the machine hit her trembling body.

"And just so you don't get it out," the girl said, "I'm going to use the tape one more time." She bent down and peeled more tape off the roll. She wrapped it several times around Heather's ankles, pulling it tight, tying her legs securely.

"Let's see how long it takes you to hop home, bitch," the girl said to the moaning, shaking Heather, who seemed to quiver each time a wave of sensation from the vibrator inside her hit her.

The boy let go of Heather's arms then, leaving her standing up. The boy and the girl got back into Heather's car and drove off, leaving the moaning, shuddering young woman behind them.

Heather choked back a sob and looked around. What options did she have now? Could she hop someplace for help?

She shook her head. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. It was so hard to think with this vibrator inside her, tormenting her with its sweet motion. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what the girl had said, that the vibrator's batteries wouldn't run out of power until well after it was dark. Even at its most powerful setting, the fresh batteries she'd put in were good for at least 12 hours, possibly more, possibly as much as 24. She knew it was going to be a long 12 hours, at least.

God, it was hard to think. But she was going to have to do something. She tried hopping on her bound feet. One hop, two hops, three hops. She moved a few inches each time. She looked around her at the park. Softball fields, playground, park entrance, all were a long way away. Which was closest?

Not that it mattered in a sense. Where ever she went, it was going to take hours to get there.