1. Don´t Go Into The Woods


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    of those Ôsissy’ girls. Right?” These words came out of a big fat beer belly man. It was hard to figure out how tall he was but his girth was substantial. He was wearing a plaid lumberjack shirt and a pair of dirty overalls. All I know was my 5’6″ paled next to him. My backpack was still strapped to my shoulders since I hadn’t set up camp yet. Everything I carried was for a woman camper. At my car was my change of clothes. I had become bolder each year and this year I had decided to go all the way. I even had a summer dress packed as well as a week’s supply of panties. There was a makeup kit. And, I can’t think why I had brought a box of tampons. “Pull up your panties and shorts pussy,” he commanded and then said. I started pulling up my shorts and panties but he said, “Wait, turn around and let me see your ass first.” There wasn’t much I could do with a gun pointed at me. “Sweet cheeks,” he whistled. And before long we were hiking away through the woods. Not on a path. We must have wandered onto the federal land since the over brush was quite dense. However, he seemed to find each turn that kept us from being caught in the brambles or stopped by other natural barriers. Finally we walked into a small clearing completely surrounded by trees was this cabin. It looked pretty make shift from the front. Like something you’d see in old pictures and wonder Ôwho could live there?’ Chapter Two Ð The Shack The inside smelled of stale smoke and it was very messy but it was not as ...
    makeshift as it looked from the outside. As you entered there was a very large room with a good kitchen tucked into the far corner. One cabinet door was missing and another one was hanging down from a broken hinge. They were made of the cheap orange stained looking wood. The floor was a wide rough-hewn oak plank oak. The sink was stainless steel and had dishes, pots and pans all stacked up. The counter tops were plain white, well now faded and chipped, Formica. A round dining table sat sectioning off the kitchen/dining area from the rest of the room with eight captain chairs surrounding it. The table had a ceiling light with fan above covered in dust. One of the bulbs was burned out. On the table was an ashtray filled with butts. There was also a mason jar with what looked like tobacco chew spit. However, the inside of the house seemed to have been ready for all seasons since there was both a huge fireplace in the living room and an air-conditioner through the wall to the left of the fireplace. Dick had me take off my backpack and then handed me one of those plastic handcuff things you see on crime shows. Once my wrists were in the loop and I had pulled the plastic tight with two fingers Dick checked with one had while he held the gun with the other to make sure the plastic strap was well secured. Next he had me get down on the floor and roll onto my back. He knelt over me putting the gun down. I so wanted to escape but I wouldn’t be able to either get him off me or get the gun, ...
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