Wait for her to pass and surprise her from behind

You loop out what seems to be a good amount of rope and ready it in your hands, standing quietly behind your tree. You hear her footsteps come closer, closer, by the tree and then walk right by. Jumping out, you fling the rope around her, wrapping it around her arms and torso. She screams and almost falls over as you tighten the loop, half dragging her towards you. She catches a glimpse of you before collapsing on her knees at your feet, rope tightly coiled holding her arms in place.

"What the fuck?? Let me fucking go!!" she exclaims, her cute little face getting redder by the second with anger.

"Hi Brittany. So glad you remember me. Now, here's the deal. You are mine. I own you. I own your .. "

She interrupts you (so rude!) angrily.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Your patience, of which you have none, has run out. You wind up your right arm and unleash a quick slap across her right cheek, sounding a distinctive smack and leaving an imprint of your hand on her face. Dazed, she looks up at you, unable to find any words as her mouth works up and down silently.

You tighten your grasp on the rope, yanking her closer towards you.

"Do I need to repeat myself? You are my ****, and you will do as I please."

Her eyes dart about wildly, trying to find anyone, anywhere to help her, and she flinches as you wind up your arm again but stop just short of slapping her once again.

"Today, Brittany, you are going to take a cock, my cock, down your throat deeper then you ever have before." You drop your pants as you continue your monologue, getting the feeling that maybe you are going to use this little speech again. You progressively yank on the rope, squeezing her arms tighter and tighter to her side as she yelps in pain. "I am going to teach you how to be a submissive ****. You are going to learn how to pleasure my deepthroat fetish."

With the final tightening yank of the rope she is unable to keep her balance and falls forwards, crying, directly into your crotch. You grin perversely at the range of emotion running across Brittany's face as you grab hold of her head and straighten her back on her knees. Anxiety, concern, dismay, fear...What a sight to behold. You can hear her breathing nervously as you try to decide what would would be the most fun way to destroy your teenage masturbatory dream's fuck holes tied up at your feet.