Charles, from his position behind a dense clump of bushes, heard the approaching heels, and risked a quick look along the street. It was her. Denise. All had gone as planned, and soon he would be able to enjoy her. Quickly, quietly, he readied the items he needed. When he moved, he needed to be both swift and silent.

She was halfway along the park boundary, now, and felt that the danger was beginning to pass. Her fears were fading rapidly as she saw the blinking crossing light which marked the end of the park and the place she crossed the main road to get to her own street. Nearly safe, she even risked slowing a little, and this was the opportunity Charles was looking for. He moved swiftly out of his hiding place, came up behind Denise, and had a hood over her head before she even realised he was there. Capitalising on the surprise he had achieved, he took her firmly by the arm and turned her into the park. By the time Denise had recovered her wits sufficiently to think about screaming or struggling, they were away from the road and far enough into the park for it to be unlikely anyone would hear. Charles stopped, and quickly pulled Denise off balance. He stopped her from falling, and lowered her to the ground. She felt his hands deftly fasten soft rope around her wrists, binding them together. Then he pulled the hood from off her head, and placed his hand firmly over her mouth.

"Make a sound and I'll kill you!" he whispered. "When I take my hand away you will open your mouth. Otherwise no noise, no struggling. Understand?"

She nodded as best she could. His hand was removed and after taking a welcome deep breath, she opened her mouth. It was quickly filled by a ball of soft fabric, and then a scarf or similar item was wrapped around the lower part of her face, covering her mouth and holding the gag in place. Denise was terrified, now. Her situation was horrific - she was slowly being rendered totally helpless, bound and gagged, all by a man she could not see, but who was considerably stronger than she was. But what horrified her most of all was her own reaction. She knew that her panties were wet with her pussy juices. She was responding to the danger in a way no decent woman should.

Charles paused. Things were going well. Denise was gagged and her hands were tied. There was little chance of her being able to attract attention now, and it was only 11pm - he had 6 hours of darkness to take his pleasure. He could relax a little. Perhaps ... yes ... he deserved a little amusement now. Why wait any longer? He unfastened the buttons of the blouse Denise was wearing. He knew, even in the dark, exactly what he would find - exactly what she was wearing, because he had specified it to the last detail.

The front of the blouse was open now, and he could feel her breasts through the lacy material of her bra. He felt in the rucksack he had been carrying and which he had dropped to the floor. Finding his knife he cut the flimsy material between the two cups, and pulled the bra apart, allowing her fine breasts to break free. She shivered as she realised what was happening to her, but otherwise showed no reaction. Charles felt in the rucksack again and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps, joined together by a length of chain. He felt Denise's breasts gently, lovingly, teasing the nipples, pinching them gently. Finally he bent his head and sucked on each nipple, which by now were firm and upstanding.

The nipple clamps were cold, and as he applied them, Denise inhaled sharply from the shock of their touch. Not knowing what had been used, they felt to her like cold fingers, applying firm steady pressure to her nipples.

Charles adjusted the screws on the nipple clamps again, making the pressure they applied increase slightly. He continued to do this, little by little, until her saw Denise's face begin to frown, and he knew, then, that the clamps were hurting. He waited, patiently, gently stroking her breasts, until after about two minutes, he quickly removed the clamps and put them away in his rucksack.

Denise felt the pressure on her nipples suddenly cease, and to her relief the pain went too ... for a few seconds ... until the returning blood flow brought a pain far worse, and she moaned. Charles smiled, and kneeling beside her again, he lifted her skirt and pushed his hand between her legs, feeling the flimsy patch of silk over her pussy. He removed his hand and smiled.

"My dear," he said. "How wet you are. You are really enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He took her hands and pulled her roughly to her feet. ......(cont)