The Substitute Scarecrow

Diane Rosales groggily woke up, blinking her eyes as she adjusted to the harsh morning sun.

She felt a soreness on her back and arms, and tried to move them only to realise she was stuck in place.

Her eyes suddenly widened in a panic while her mind snapped awake. Her arms were tied good with thick rope behind an upright metal rod which she was tied to standing up. She tried to move her legs only to notice they were also tied to the pole.

Diane felt pain in her nipples, looking down at her big fat breasts to realise she was naked, her erotic voluptuous body exposed while pegs clamped her nipples.

She tried to scream, only to find out her mouth was gagged. With her own white, scrunched up panties, no less.

After a few minutes of struggling, Diane stopped her futile efforts and tried to recall how she ended up in this situation.

OK, let's see... Last night she was out with friends celebrating their college graduation...

They went partying in a nice bar...

Then they became extremely shitfaced, thinking it was a good idea to go out to the countryside and screw around...

They drunkingly **** their designated driver to bring them to a nearby farm...

Where they drank some more and caused trouble, attempting cow-tipping and mistaking the scarecrow for a person which they attacked...

When the farmer ran out, face red and steam practically pouring out the ears as he yelled at them for their mischief...

So it was time for the gang to make their escape, driving off in their car...

And mistakingly leaving her behind, extremely drunk and lying near the smashed scarecrow.

Some friends, they are! Diane fumed in anger when she realised that she was abandoned and left to fend for herself at the first sign of trouble.

So this is my way of making up to that old bastard, huh? Become his scarecrow? Diane had never felt less dignified in her entire life. She hoped it would be over soon.