A game they liked to play. Handcuff her to a tree. Pull down her dress, just enough to expose her, embarrass her if anyone came by. He'd hide in the bushes, spying on her.
After an hour or so, if no one came by, he'd take her, as if her were a stranger. But then sometimes, a stranger would happen upon her first. Sometimes they would stare and walk away. Sometimes they'd take a picture. More than once, a man came up and copped a feel of her small, but firm breasts. One sucked on her puffy nipples. And one reached up under her dress, discovering that she wasn't wearing panties, and was already wet.
That's as far as it had gotten. She'd never been raped on the tree. But she was hoping.
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