Heather looks for help across the street

Heather looked continued looking around her, still trying to work out where she was and where the closest help might be. She used the park regularly and had a good idea of its layout, but she wasn't certain exactly where she was, beyond the fact that she was standing next to a road at the edge of the park.

She was amazed. A park full of people, and no one had spotted the bound blonde in need of help. There were no cars on the street, and she couldn't hear voices nearby.

Heather's train of thought was derailed just then as the vibrator inside her brought her to the brink of orgasm. "Guhhhh!" She involuntary let a moan of pleasure escape from her mouth. The intense orgasm brought her to her knees, gasping and moaning, her breath coming in pants.

It was some time before Heather could regain control of herself. The first thing she had to do was to stand up again. She tried to will herself to ignore the eruptions in her pussy and work out the matter of standing up. Heather managed it by standing rocking her butt back onto her heels, then using momentum to raise herself to her feet.

She was sweating very heavily now. She could feel the sweat rolling down her face and over her belly, and off her breasts. She could feel something else, too, dripping onto her thighs, that wasn't sweat. She choked back a sob at the thought.

Okay. Playground, softball diamonds, park entrance, all were too far away. The closest of them might as well be in Siberia for all the effort it would require to get there.

Just as Heather began to despair of any hope of rescue, she heard something. Music. Someone was playing a radio from a house across the street. From more or less directly across the street. That would take a bit of effort to get to, but it was still easier than any other part of the park.

Heather's despair disappeared. She slowly began to hop across the grass toward the street. She stopped when she felt empty air under her toes; the curb. She thought for a few seconds about what she could do, how she could get from the curb to the street.

She finally decided she had ****. She couldn't move her feet; the tape kept them together and meant she couldn't even shuffle along. She took a few seconds to gather her nerve, and then she hopped off the curb and onto the street.

She felt her feet land on the asphalt of the road. The curb was touching her heels. She looked both ways, then began to hop across the road.

The whole process was excruciatingly slow, and Heather was crying from frustration by the time she was halfway across the street. She kept her ears and eyes open as best she could for cars, but none came. The street wasn't very heavily used. It had only a half-dozen or so houses on it, and several were empty.

As she reached the far side of the street, Heather began to worry about the curb on the other side. Hopping up, she was certain, was going to be harder than hopping down. Fortunately, she didn't have to. Without planning it, she had hopped to the driveway of the house with the radio playing, and she was able to hop up this with little effort.

From the driveway, Heather hopped into the yard. Then she looked around, and listened for the radio. Her vision had cleared somewhat by now, although things were still blurry, and her eyes still hurt.

After a few seconds, Heather figured out that the radio was coming from the backyard. Wondering why this couldn't be easy, she hopped around the side of the house and into the backyard.

She had wondered how she could announce her presence when she was gagged, but she didn't need to. The person in the yard saw her immediately.

"What have we got here?" he said.

Heather gladly stopped hopping and stood, letting the man come closer to her. She still couldn't see him too well, but she could tell that he was at least six inches taller than she was, had short dark hair, and was wearing a blue shirt. He appeared to have a slender build.

"Looks like a damsel in distress," the man said. "Are you looking for a gentleman to help you, miss?"

"Mmmmm," Heather replied.

"Well, too bad, you got me."

"Mmmmm!" Heather reacted as she realized the implications of what the man had just said.

She felt his hands as he grabbed her breasts.

"You have great tits, princess," he said.

Heather had D-cups so full they were almost DD-cups. They were firm and full and round. She had large pink nipples and even larger aureoles. The man grabbed her breasts and started squeezing and fondling them.

"Let me know if you want me to stop," he said. He laughed.

Heather tried to tell him to stop, but it came out "Mogguh."

"Well, I don't hear you telling me to stop, so I guess you don't mind."

The man didn't stop until his strong fingers had explored every inch of her proud round orbs. Finally, he decided he' had enough and took his hands away.

Heather wondered if this was some sort of price, of a payment, and maybe he would now help her. She quickly learned that no help was going to come.

"Do you know what day it is, honey?" the man said. "It's laundry day. Do you know what that means? Yes, it means I have lots of clothesline."

The man wrapped clothesline around Heather's left arm, then ran the strand around the side of her body. He wrapped it a dozen times around her left breast, binding it tightly, pulling the rope tighter and tighter until the pain was blinding. He did the same to her right breast, then looped the clothesline around her right arm before using the last of it to bind her arms together.

Heather sobbed as the man bound her breasts, trying to ignore the pain.

"Do you know what else I have here, it being laundry day? That's right; clothespins. I also have some Superglue because I was doing some repairs earlier."

Heather shrieked as the man squirted Superglue onto the first of two clothespins. He tweaked her right nipple, pulling it taut, and clamped the clothespin onto it.

He did the same for her left nipple.

"That'll do," he said, when both clothespins were in place. "You have a good day now."

He turned and walked away. Heather heard a door slam. She was now alone in the man's backyard, her ass still hurt from the fire ant bites, the vibrator up her pussy had her on the brink of more orgasms, and now her tits were in agony from the rope that bound them, and the clothepinson hernipples were driving her mad with pain.

She began to cry again.