Oops! You're Naked!/Secluded Pond/Try to grab the miscreant's knife

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Status: Naked, caught, and held at knifepoint

You try and grab for the knife, but the stranger was expecting that. He grabs your wrist and twists your arm behind your back. "Not smart, lady," he says. "I've done this before." He turns you around, and you register his fist speeding towards you just before he knocks you out.

When you come to, you're spreadeagled on the ground, wrists and ankles tied to tent pegs - he must have had them hidden in the bushes. You're tied so tightly and stretched out so far, you can't move anything except your head. Seeing that you're now conscious - apparently he was waiting for this before he had his fun - he mounts you and starts jackhammering away into you, his hands crushing your breasts in their grip. You scream, cry, and beg, but he keeps pumping into you. Finally he climaxes, and you're relieved that it's all over.

But instead of letting you go, he returns to the bushes and comes back with a bottle of what looks like vodka. He pours the vodka over your body, and your nipples stiffen at the cold liquid on your breasts and pubis, unable to take any pleasure in the cold after the relentless heat of the day as you see what's in his other hand - a lighter!

"You shouldn't have tried to run away, bitch," he snarls. "And you 'specially shouldn't have gone for my knife. Usually I'd cut you up like a piece o' meat, but a fantastic body like yours, I got somethin' special in mind."

You scream even more frantically, but all you do is end up causing your breasts to bounce around, making him smile more. He opens the lighter, kneels down, and touches the flame to your alcohol-soaked pussy hairs. The flames quickly spread across your body, causing you to scream even louder. The pain of the flames slowly consuming your body is agonizing, you you writhe frantically on the ground. You have plenty of time to appreciate the irony of burning to death on the hottest day of the year before you finally expire.

THE END

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