little_golden
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The plan was failing and he just kept driving. She even opened her legs slightly to turn him on more but it didn't work. He was horny and she could see his throbbing bulge but he had a plan and she just couldn't deter him.
Wiping the tear from my cheek made me realize this guy was nuts - psycho. He'd been stalking me and planning this for some time. Of all the bad luck I had walked into his plans.
Seeing my plan wasn't working I began to cover up. With effort I got one of the two clasps working so that breasts were partially covered. The panties were ripped but I put them on anyways. They didn't hide much - but they were on. My hairy pubic bush was everywhere. I could see him peeking at it in mirror. He had hungry eyes.
I didn't feel reassured as he spoke:
"Dont worry Im not going to kill you. Ah look there is your new home" the stranger tells me as he points to an old rustic looking cabin. To me it's more of a shack than a cabin. I can see an old chimney running up the side. It had shutters on the outside amd it doesn't look so warm. There is an outhouse and I see a hand pump near the back door. Also at the back door is a small pile of freshly split wood. Behind the house is a large mountain that blocks out the background. Looking to the right I see a small path leading to a decrepit looking dock and an ancient looking red rowboat. It looks so old with its peeling paint and worn gunnels.
"This can't be happening" I whisper to myself.
"Look mister I'm married, my husband will be so worried. You have to let me go. It's all a mistake - I won't tell the police. Just let me go please" I beg.
The car stops and I'm not sure where we are. We have taking so many turns and dirt roads I'm thoroughly lost. We've been traveling at night in the dark. We are simply in a dark forest, near a mountain and a lake. It could be anywhere. It seemed like we had driven a while. Were we hundreds of miles away or were we simply driving in circles and more like 10 miles away from town I just didn't know. But I was tired, hungry and more than a little cold.
You lead me into the cabin. I'm too tired to run tonight. I'll try to escape tomorrow I tell myself. You lite a small oil lamp with a wooden match. No electricity I think to myself. No running water. No indoor plumbing for washing and the toilet. We are way out in the middle of nowhere! Despair sinks into me as I have an urge to run. But to where? Half dressed, exhausted, cold and hungry I'd die from exposure in the cool night. The bastard probably knows that too - I think to myself.
I look around the cabin. The furniture is mostly hand-made from nature. A few chairs of twisted wood, a table from a cross-cut from a tree trunk. On a counter I see wooden bowls, plates and cups. There is also a big earthen looking jug marked XXX. I see a deck of faded playing cards too.
"Moonshine" I whisper as I read it. Probably a stile nearby I think to myself. We are definitely in the backwoods.
There is a big fireplace on one wall and a wood stove for cooking on the other. It's basically one big room with a big double bed in a corner.
Seeing the length of rope on the floor I take a few steps backwards but you grab me and start to tie the rope right to my neck......
"Look is tieing me up really necessary?" I ask in disbelief.
"I need water and food. I need something to wear and a blanket..."

Wiping the tear from my cheek made me realize this guy was nuts - psycho. He'd been stalking me and planning this for some time. Of all the bad luck I had walked into his plans.
Seeing my plan wasn't working I began to cover up. With effort I got one of the two clasps working so that breasts were partially covered. The panties were ripped but I put them on anyways. They didn't hide much - but they were on. My hairy pubic bush was everywhere. I could see him peeking at it in mirror. He had hungry eyes.
I didn't feel reassured as he spoke:
"Dont worry Im not going to kill you. Ah look there is your new home" the stranger tells me as he points to an old rustic looking cabin. To me it's more of a shack than a cabin. I can see an old chimney running up the side. It had shutters on the outside amd it doesn't look so warm. There is an outhouse and I see a hand pump near the back door. Also at the back door is a small pile of freshly split wood. Behind the house is a large mountain that blocks out the background. Looking to the right I see a small path leading to a decrepit looking dock and an ancient looking red rowboat. It looks so old with its peeling paint and worn gunnels.
"This can't be happening" I whisper to myself.
"Look mister I'm married, my husband will be so worried. You have to let me go. It's all a mistake - I won't tell the police. Just let me go please" I beg.
The car stops and I'm not sure where we are. We have taking so many turns and dirt roads I'm thoroughly lost. We've been traveling at night in the dark. We are simply in a dark forest, near a mountain and a lake. It could be anywhere. It seemed like we had driven a while. Were we hundreds of miles away or were we simply driving in circles and more like 10 miles away from town I just didn't know. But I was tired, hungry and more than a little cold.
You lead me into the cabin. I'm too tired to run tonight. I'll try to escape tomorrow I tell myself. You lite a small oil lamp with a wooden match. No electricity I think to myself. No running water. No indoor plumbing for washing and the toilet. We are way out in the middle of nowhere! Despair sinks into me as I have an urge to run. But to where? Half dressed, exhausted, cold and hungry I'd die from exposure in the cool night. The bastard probably knows that too - I think to myself.
I look around the cabin. The furniture is mostly hand-made from nature. A few chairs of twisted wood, a table from a cross-cut from a tree trunk. On a counter I see wooden bowls, plates and cups. There is also a big earthen looking jug marked XXX. I see a deck of faded playing cards too.
"Moonshine" I whisper as I read it. Probably a stile nearby I think to myself. We are definitely in the backwoods.
There is a big fireplace on one wall and a wood stove for cooking on the other. It's basically one big room with a big double bed in a corner.
Seeing the length of rope on the floor I take a few steps backwards but you grab me and start to tie the rope right to my neck......
"Look is tieing me up really necessary?" I ask in disbelief.
"I need water and food. I need something to wear and a blanket..."

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