Wanting My Pussy Raped, Bound Naked to the Bench
While I remained bound naked to the bench in The Park, every muscle tight with tension because I wanted my pussy raped, the sharp click-clack of high heels reached me through the headset. There had been no one here when I arrived, so why now of all times…? What was I supposed to do? Maybe she would just walk past…? No. The bench sat directly beneath a streetlamp; there was no way she could miss me. So what about me? Did I really have to show her this? Tied completely naked to a bench with my bare pussy and breasts on full display… She would definitely think I was some kind of freak. …What if she called the police? I wasn’t sure about the exact laws, but I knew there was something like public indecency or obscenity that made this illegal. If the police came, they would see me like this, naked and helpless. …Then maybe they would lecture me about how I shouldn’t expose my precious body so carelessly? Or… perhaps even the officers she summoned would get dark ideas. Seeing me already in this perverted state, they might assume they could do whatever they wanted. Unlike the fantasies I’d had before being tied up, or the remote exposure through photos and videos, being seen in person like this meant anything could happen to me.
Ah, damn it…! I should have just refused the whole Test and been done with it…. I kept regretting it inwardly, turning the dilemma over and over, until the click-clack of heels came to an abrupt stop right beside me. My voice shook as I forced the words out.
“U-um… excuse me. Could you please just keep walking? This is… there are circumstances. I’m not doing this because I want to…”
I realized how that might sound and quickly added, “I-it’s not a crime or anything, so there’s no need to call the police. I can handle it myself…. …Hello?”
The woman said nothing. I kept babbling, trying to fill the terrifying silence while desperately attempting to close my widely spread legs. Despite claiming I wasn’t doing this willingly, I could feel thick strands of arousal dripping from my pussy. The truth was written all over my body: with my freedom stolen and my naked form shamelessly displayed, I was ecstatic.
She remained motionless for a long moment after I finished speaking. Then the click-clack started again, slow and deliberate, coming closer. What was she planning to do? Had she even understood me? My heart hammered as she drew nearer, paused right in front of me, then… began walking away again. What…? She was really just passing by? Well… I suppose it made sense. Women don’t usually touch other women sexually. It just happened that the people around me kept doing it. Wait. What if a man came instead? I hadn’t considered that. I had been touched by girls so constantly that I’d stopped thinking about men entirely. …Even if a man saw me like this, could he simply walk past? Probably not. Since part of me was still mentally a man, I knew exactly how my body would look to one. So what should I—
Just as I began worrying about how to handle a male stranger, the fading click-clack reversed direction and started coming back toward me. W-what? Why was she returning? She wasn’t coming for me, right? She had already walked past once! But against my silent pleas, the heels stopped with a precise click right in front of the bench.
The unexpected situation sent tension crackling through every nerve. My senses stood on a razor’s edge, excitement surging to its peak at the thought that something was about to happen. I opened my mouth to speak to the eerily silent woman—
“U-um, ah, ngh…!”
The instant I tried to call out, a hand seized my breast in a firm grip. I hadn’t wanted this. I had prayed for her to leave. Yet the moment that touch landed, pleasure exploded along every over-sensitized nerve as if my body had been desperately waiting for it. A sweet sigh slipped from my lips while sticky nectar poured from my pussy.
Because my legs were forced open in an M-shape, the fluid didn’t run down my thighs. Instead it dangled in mid-air, stretching in a glistening thread before falling with a wet plop.
“Haaangh… huu, uht…!”
I offered no resistance at all. I simply thrust my chest forward and panted quietly. Any struggle might draw the attention of people nearby, and attracting attention would only increase the chance of being raped even harder. It definitely wasn’t because I wanted to feel more. The stranger—whose face I couldn’t see—handled my breasts with practiced confidence, squeezing and kneading without hesitation. Then, when my arousal had climbed to its limit, she placed the sharp tip of a fingernail against my swollen nipple. The moment I let out an expectant gasp, she dragged that nail across the hypersensitive bud.
“——————!!”
Pleasure lanced from my nipple straight to my brain like a white-hot needle. At the same time, goosebumps raced across my entire body and violent shudders ran through me. My mind went completely blank. I tilted my head back and screamed without sound. Saliva trickled from the corner of my gaping mouth. My pussy, burning so fiercely its shape seemed visible, fired jets of clear fluid like a water pistol. Deep inside, my womb throbbed with need, pulsing as if it wanted to make a baby even though I wasn’t ovulating.
It wasn’t just my womb. Even though my mind screamed that this was wrong, my body… wanted more. It wanted to be raped. After months of being touched and violated by countless friends, my flesh had been thoroughly conditioned. A nipple orgasm was no longer enough; it already anticipated the next step—pussy climax. My mind, acting on pure instinct rather than reason, prepared itself so that no matter when penetration came, I wouldn’t be surprised.
“Huu, ah… haa, haaa…”
I want my pussy raped. Fingers, a dildo, anything at all—I wanted it stabbed deep inside me, pushing me to an even higher place. I want to be dirtied more.
I shoved that whispering voice into a corner of my mind and leaned back against the bench, savoring the lingering waves of climax. Then I heard a small click, like a cap being taken off a pen. Immediately afterward, something hard yet slightly damp began sliding across the skin just above my lower belly. It felt like… writing? I could make out the characters for “pussy,” but the rest was impossible to read. After finishing her message on my stomach, the woman moved lower and carved a few more letters on the soft inner flesh of my thigh beside my pussy. Then, as if keeping score, she drew one long, deliberate horizontal line.
A light thump vibrated through the bench as she set something down beside me. From the context, it seemed she had placed the pen there. …Was that it? She hadn’t touched my pussy once.
A wave of instinctive disappointment rose in my throat; I swallowed hard. The woman, utterly composed, simply clicked away on her high heels and slowly receded into the distance. Should I be relieved that I had only been molested and not raped? Or… I bit my lower lip and began rolling my hips in the air, trying to soothe my burning pussy as if I were riding an invisible dildo. I drew slow circles, then shifted into lazy figure-eights, sometimes rubbing back and forth. The night air kissed my drenched folds, sending a cool shiver across my exposed sex and driving home just how vulgar I looked—naked and shaking my hips so shamelessly in a public park.
That realization, instead of cooling my arousal, only poured fresh fuel onto the flames. The heat that bloomed inside me flooded every corner of my body until even the last scraps of reason trying to resist the pleasure were dyed the same obscene color.
“Heu, hek… hek, hek…”
Like a dog panting to cool down, I let my tongue hang out and breathed raggedly. Remembering the kiss I had shared with Eun-jung, I swirled my tongue lewdly in the empty air. The hollow feeling that followed only made my chest ache more. Before I could stop myself, the words spilled out.
“Please touch my pussy…”
Once that single plea escaped, the dam inside me shattered.
“Anyone is fine—just touch my pussy. This sloppy, dripping, lewd cunt… thrust into it however you want. Grab my breasts roughly, tear at them…”
Please rape me. I got excited just from showing my body to a stranger. I came from having my breasts played with, yet it wasn’t enough—I want my pussy raped too. Please rape this hopeless slut. Even after realizing I had been raped by my friends all this time, I still tried to push them away to regain a normal life. Yet here I am in an outdoor park, tied in this degrading position, unable to pass up the chance to expose myself. Please rape me for that weakness. Even my refusals today… weren’t they actually because I wanted to be handled violently? Please ravage this doubting, dripping pussy of mine until it’s a complete mess. Have sex with me until thoughts like these can’t even form anymore.
“Haa, haa… haa… haaaak…!”
My own moans excited me so much that my chest clenched painfully tight. Just when I thought my body would burst from the pressure, I heard the distant bark of a dog—woof, woof—followed by a high-pitched woman’s voice trying to restrain the excited animal. The voice cut off sharply the moment she seemed to spot me. With my eyes covered by the blindfold, I curved them into happy crescents and gladly welcomed the new opportunity that had arrived.