It was hot for October and I was wearing a skirt and half-shirt.  On my way home
from my friends, as I passed through a park, I heard someone walking behind me,
but when I looked back, I didn't see anything.

I continued through the park.  As I got to the bathrooms, someone put their hand
over my mouth and around my waist.  I was being pulled backwards and I felt hot
breath on my cheek.

I grabbed at the hand over my mouth, but he was too strong for my pulls on his
arm.   He pushed me against a wall and locked my wrists in one hand behind my
back.  I felt something being wrapped around my wrists, tying them together.  He
leaned his elbow against my back and pinned me against the wall.  A rag went over
my eyes and I couldn't see any light.  Another rag went into my mouth, stopping
my screams.

He turned me around at the waist and pushed my back against the wall, pressing
against me with his hips.  I felt his hands on my legs, going up my thighs.  He
pushed my skirt up to my waist and rubbed my pussy through my underwear.  I heard
tearing and then my panties were off.  He put his hands between my thighs and
tried to push my legs apart but I struggled.  He pushed his knee between mine and
grabbed my legs from behind.  I couldn't keep my legs together and he got his
knee between my legs.

He ran his finger through my slit, pausing to massage my clit.  He pushed his
finger in my cunt trying to get me wet.  He spread my pussy lips with one hand
and began rubbing my clit hard with his other hand.  I could feel myself getting
wet from the stimulation and he slid his finger in my cunt again.  I tried not to
pay attention to what he was doing to me, but I couldn't and my clit started to
swell.

He pulled me away from the wall and lead me toward the lawns.  He stopped a
couple feet away and pushed me down, forcing me to kneel.  I felt wet grass under
my knees and sounds behind me.  I heard unzipping and some movement.

He grabbed my wrists and I felt his legs between mine.  I started struggling
again but he gripped my wrists harder and the fabric started biting into my skin.
 I stopped thrashing and he moved closer, his chest against my back.  I felt his
fingers between my pussy lips, rubbing my clit again.

Still holding my hands he slid in all the way and started pumping hard, slamming
against me.  "Come you dirty slut, come,"  he whispered in my ear, fucking me
faster.

I shook my head back and forth but he pinched my nipple and I stopped moving to
scream from behind the gag.  "Oh yeah," he said as he squeezed my nipple and
cupped my breast through my shirt.

I was getting wetter and he was sliding in and out easier. I could hear his moans
and grunts by my ear and his breath on my shoulder.  He pushed my shirt up and
pulled down the cup of my bra to pinch my bare nipple.  He reached around and
started fingering my clit.  I tried to scream but an orgasm hit me and I arched
my back.  He felt my cunt grip his cock and his thrusts got harder. "That's
right, come for me,"  he breathed in my ear.  "Fuck yes,"  he said as my orgasm
waves gripped his cock.  He was still rubbing my clit, driving deeper and deeper.

He changed his rhythm, re-entering me with each stroke.  My juices were starting
to drip down my leg and I tried to get loose from his grasp but he just held my
wrists tighter when I struggled so I stopped and tried to picture myself
somewhere else.

He was still fingering my clit when I came again, stronger this time.  I could
feel my cunt muscles grab his cock and he bottomed out as he came.  "AAAHHHH," 
he screamed as his hot cum leaked down my legs.  He started going in and out
again, harder this time, really slamming into me.

He was playing with my nipple, the juices from his hand chilling my skin in the
night air.   I tried to pull away from him, to stand up, but he wrapped his arm
around my waist, making it hard to breath.

He pulled me closer and slammed into me as hard as he could, coming again. 
Willing myself not to, I came again, screaming in time to his thrusts.

He finally slowed down and pulled out.  I could hear his heavy breathing and a
zipper again.  I felt his hands on my wrists again and the restraints got looser.
 He stopped and I heard some footsteps, quick and fading away.  The rags hadn't
come loose all the way and I struggled out of them. I lifted the blindfold but
saw only the dark and deserted park.  I took the gag out and spit loose cotton on
the ground.

I got up, straightened my bran and pulled my shirt down.  I found my torn panties
close on the ground, but they were unwearable.   I pulled my skirt down and took
the panties with me.  I went to the water fountain and gulped as much as I could,
letting it run down my neck.  I stood up and started slowly home.