Take her to the bushes.

You decide it’s too risky to do it here, and that the bushes would be more fun anyway. The girlfriend is tiny, at least half your size, and the boyfriend would be out of hearing distance by now, probably doing his business right this moment.

You go the long way around the bench, so that you can come up behind the chick and surprise her. Out of one of the pockets of your jacket, you take out a long cloth, white in color. You’re quiet, very quiet, as you slowly make your way up behind her. She doesn’t hear you, doesn’t notice you…until it’s too late.

Moving quickly, she doesn’t have time to do more than gasp as you move the cloth over her entire face, eyes unseeing, mouth muffled as you tie it tightly around the back of her head. She struggles, her hands instantly moving up to take the cloth from her face, but you grab her arms and push her to her feet, this time taking a fine, strong thread out of your pants pocket, binding her hands behind her as she screams behind the cloth. It’s not easy, the bitch is bouncing and fighting more then you thought she would, but once the arms are securely bound you smack her in the back of the head, not as hard as you can, but hard enough to knock the bitch down and show her you mean business.

You pick the girlfriend up and throw her over your shoulders, ignoring her as she struggled and squealed as you watch for a moment the path the boyfriend had gone down. He wasn’t running back, so clearly the cloth was doing its job, though she sounded unnervingly loud right beside your ear. Not wasting any more time, you secure the prize and run, heading down the path that would lead you further and further into the park, and finally, to the sanctuary of your secret bush.

You push yourselves inside before dropping her onto the ground, taking a moment to catch your breath as you look down at your catch. You lean over and take the cloth from your face, and the lamb stares up at you with wide, frightened, disbelieving eyes. She’s cute as a button, with large brown eyes and brown hair that falls to her shoulders. She wore a pink shirt that showed off her arms, and small, tight brown short-shorts with white tennis shoes.

Her stunned, quiet disbelief seems to wear off once you take a step over to her, and she suddenly shouts, “Oh god, someone help! Help me!” you watch her patiently as she screams herself hoarse, and when you notice her eyes were growing wet with tears, start to rub yourself through your jeans. She looks at where your hands are and then back up at you, “W-what do you want from me!?”

It’s a stupid question. Considering that with every rub the crotch of your pants is getting thicker, it’s obvious what you want…but how to take it? Just dive right in? Foreplay? Hell, maybe you want to just kick the bitch around for a bit. How to begin…