Message Request: Unknown Player [F,F,M] [20s] [fictional CNC] [other CW listed]

POSSIBLE CW: "stranger" meetup, cnc, rope, knife play, rough play, masks/costumes

I logged into FetLife. I see a new message request from an account titled, "Unknown Player". With not much activity lately, I decide to read it.

"Meet me at Chatsworth Oaks Park at 8PM. Park outside the gate. Wear clothes you do not care if you ever wear again. Text two friends the address and tell them to call the police if they do not hear from you by 1AM. Do not tell them anything else. Follow the trail promptly at 8:05PM."

what. the. actual. fuck.

I start a list of current and past play partners in my head. Who do I know that is this level of insane? To make a whole new burner Fet account just to message me this. I immediately rethink my list: not just who is this insane, but also who knows that Iam equally this insane, considering I haven't denied the message or deleted it.

The message sits, glowing on my laptop screen.

I sit with it. Back and forth between the pro's and con's of meeting with this potential psycho. I feel the heat between my legs while I stare at my screen. Great. Now my pussy is involved. I reach over my desk and grab my Magic Wand, refusing to break eye contact with this fucking insane message while I let the vibrations take me closer and closer to orgasming at the thought of meeting a strange person at the park for nefarious activities that could end up with me, what exactly? Going home naked? How far does this person plan to go? The idea of being forced to drive home naked after they do whatever they're going to do to me sends me over the edge and I cum hard as the message sits still - staring back at me.

Fuck this. I close my laptop, angrily. The hours of the day pass slowly as I consider my options. To go or not to go? Except I'm not some ancient philosopher. I'm a horny 20-something-year-old who is clearly fucked in the head because I STILL have not blocked or deleted the message, not that it would matter as I have the whole damn thing memorized. Whoever sent it has to have known me. Know MY obsession with nature and being toyed with. The odds of this being a complete and total stranger is slim. But the odds are never zero. Especially in Los Angeles.

I can't eat, I can barely keep water down as I watch the hours continue to pass. It's 6PM now. I have one and a half hours to decide what the fuck I am doing with my life. I re-open my laptop and login to see that the account has deleted itself. Poof. Gone. Like it never even fucking happened. I slam the stupid laptop shut again. Now I'm questioning my own fucking sanity. Well, questioning it more because now I have to go. The message being gone has made me completely make my mind up. If I go, and no one is there, I will simply just leave and check myself into the psych ward where I belong. Also, now that I have committed to myself that I am going... the park is fucking huge and it didn't say what trail. I can't fucking message them to clarify so what the FUCK. I pace back and forth so long I barely hear my roommates come home at 7:30.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, with traffic I need to leave in 5 minutes. I grab my purse and grab a flashlight from the laundry room. I stop in the bathroom and grab bandaids and bactine spray - not knowing what the fuck I am walking into. I feel a little better thinking back to my early days in the scene and learning about preparedness and nearly choke as I laugh because this whole thing is absolutely insane. If they try to kill me what the fuck are band-aids going to do?

The drive is surprisingly fast given the timeframe for a Friday night. I pull up outside the gate and decide to park across the street. As I approach the gate, I realize it's already been locked. Awesome. I climb the fence and begin my journey into the park. Within two minutes I see a trail highlighted with blue and orange glow sticks. Either this is for me, or I am about to crash a proposal or something. It feels eerily magical.
The trail leads on for so long that it's approaching complete darkness outside. As I come to the last of the glowsticks, I realize that it has led me to a completely empty clearing. I almost wish I was crashing someone else's event as I hear rustling in the bushes.

I rush to find my flashlight as the glow stick lights are not nearly bright enough to see my surroundings anymore. I try to point my light where I heard the sounds. For a few moments, it is completely silent except the wind shuffling the trees and my breathing.

Then, I see them. Two beings pop out of the bushes. One is dressed as a wolf. The other I can only describe as some sort of sea witch. Either these are kink people - or random wood folk that I just happened upon and disturbed.

I don't have long to dwell on it, because within seconds the Wolf's hands are around my neck guiding me backwards to a tree and slamming my flashlight out of my hands. The second my back is flush with the tree, the Sea Witch has rope that is tying me to to it. While my brain is fighting with it's lack of knowledge of who the fuck is touching me, my pussy seems to have no objection given how wet my fucking panties are.

They work in silence. I see the Wolf hand his accomplice something. As I notice this, I realize I cannot move at all. It's at that exact moment I realize that what the Wolf man handed off was a blade. I open my mouth to tell them I brought Band-Aids - but nothing comes out as I feel the gentle tugging of my clothing and look down as the Sea Witch is now cutting the cloth away from my skin. She starts with my top, a slightly tight white v-neck. I listen as the threads come apart. She then carefully removes my top from the delicate rope work. Then she continues her way down, to my short A-line black skirt. I feel myself dripping down my leg, hoping she doesn't notice as she takes the fabric out from the rope.

Now in just my bra and panties, I stand there attached to a tree with these two still unidentified people admiring their work. My legs are shaking, from adrenaline, from horniness, from I have no idea but fuck I hate how into this I am!

I barely have time to finish that thought before both their hands are on me. Soft at first, then harder. Grabbing, tugging, pulling. I feel the desire coming off of each of them. One of them slaps my cunt as the other pulls my hair. I let out a deep moan as I cum and then feel a fierce slap across my face. One of them hushes me through another orgasm. They keep playing with me at varying degrees of harshness. Being the good girl I am, I keep my enjoyment to myself.

*RING RING RING RING *

"Oh fuck that's my birth control alarm!!!!!" I yell in surprise as they leap back from me. I realize they tied my bag next to me on the tree. I feel a deep thuddy punch in my arm.

"Well, tell me how to fucking turn it off then" a deep british voice says.

I realize I take a deep sigh of relief as I now know who I'm with.

"Yes, on my phone, just swipe it up and it will turn it off. I'm so sorr-"
Another deep thuddy punch to my arm silences me.

The alarm is silenced, and I realize the ties on me are loosened but the hands on me make it clear I am not in control of where I'm going next.

I am guided to a blanket near the tree and laid down. The hands keep exploring my body and remove my panties and bra, leaving me completely exposed to the elements.

I feel the wind, as I feel four hands all over me. The sensations are too much for me to handle, especially quietly. They're progressively getting harder with each touch. The larger, rougher hands are on my nipples. The smaller, softer hands are on me alternating between my pussy and my most sensitive areas on my inner thighs. There has been no penetration here, and yet I am so fucking cum drunk as I feel another orgasm coming. In unison, they each grab their respective areas as hard as they can and I let out a feral moan as the waves take over me and I am a useless quivering blob of human underneath their touches.

They have done exactly what they have intended to do. Now, their hands are still exploring, less curiously. Calmly. Grounding me. Caressing me. Reminding me exactly how good giving up control can feel.

They sent me home in a hazmat suit, the plastic thin kind you get from Lowe's. I felt so seen and loved, with these equally insane friends of mine. I got home just after 11PM, and let my other friends know not to worry, it was nothing they would understand anyways.

I sink into the amazing sub space feeling, knowing that this was exactly the kind of orgasms I needed, nay, deserved for being such a good girl.

After all, good girls get everything.