If I'm going to snatch you it's not going to be without a lot of preparation beforehand. My bag would be draped over my shoulder and as I'm about to pass you on the running path I would surprise you with a clean punch to the solar plexus. Doubled over and gasping for breath you would be easy to lift over my shoulder and carry you off the beaten path.

The mix of dirt and gravel is such an appropriate place to dump you, as in just a few minutes you will be my dirty cunt to explore. I drop my bag and unzip the contents. You can see what I'm doing but you still haven't drawn enough oxygen in your lungs to cry out.

I roll you onto your stomach and wrench your hands behind your back. I take my time wrapping and cinching the knots until your wrists are useless behind you. I take note of how relatively close your elbows bend together but I'll wait for later to explore this particular development.

The hunting knife I like to show off works beautifully as both an intimidating prop that demands obedience and as a wicked fast way to remove the clothes of my victim. In this cast it's easy snipping away your glorified sports bra and your tiny jogging shorts. I collect your panties into my bag and begin groping your tits. You can now kind of breathe but any legitimate screaming is still a few moments away.

I drift down to your pussy and force a few fingers inside you. You squirm beneath me but it's of little use. I work your cunt until you become more than a little moist. I remove my sticky wet fingers and jam them into your mouth. I make sure to coat your tongue with your juices before sliding to the back of your mouth.

You've regained your regular breathing pattern by now so I now have a sense of how sensitive your gag reflex is. I pull out my fingers and force you to your stomach again. I wrangle your ankles together and bind them so they are crossed. Makes opening your legs a tad bit easier. But that's later, this is now. I yank you to your knees, place the serrated edge to your throat and pull out my cock.

I plaster your face with my sweaty ball sack, a sort of foreplay if you will. Then I pull back slightly and shove my cock balls deep into your throat. The gurgling sounds and your wretching as I pump in and out is delightful. I buck my hips as if fucking you from behind. My violent thrusts increase in intensity and speed. Soon enough I reach the end game and I fill your mouth with my slimy filth. Drool, froth and cum leak down the corners of your mouth. The rest slowly slides down into your stomach.

All told, it's only been fifteen minutes of depravity but darkness will soon drape us in cover from prying eyes. Once again I rummage through my bag and find a nice big ballgag. It should keep you quiet enough for our getaway. The last ropes I pull out, will bundle you up into a small enough package that you'll fit into my oversized shoulder bag. It will be a tight fit, but I'm pretty sure you'll look rather sexy as I zip you up.