She was sorry now, sorry that she thought it was a good idea to hang around the little gang.
It was just four men she'd been drinking and partying with. There was a little sex, but mostly they were into getting high. But three nights before, cruising around in the woods, they'd all found the man in his cabin in the mountains and forced him to give them his bank information so they could drain his checking account. Over three days, while the man sat, tied up in a chair and almost naked, they'd extracted around 12 thousand from his account. They couldn't find any more money, but by then they were very happy with what they'd gotten and decided to get while the getting was good. They were a little afraid of getting caught at this point, and they finally decided to go to Mexico. But they were leaving her behind.
"Look, bitch. We're leaving you 500 bucks even though you didn't do a fucking thing. But don't let him go for two days, at least, not until we get to Mexico. He'll get over it. We don't want him to die. Just keep him in that chair for two days, then untie his hands. He'll be able to get loose, and you can just jump in the car and leave. He'll have a hard time walking back to town with no clothes on, but he'll make it." The man grinned and the others thought it was pretty funny.
She was pissed off, that was for sure, but the 500 dollars was going to come in handy. They hadn't even beat him up. It was amazing what four guys with knives and guns could inspire a person to do and he'd gladly given then his account information at that point just to avoid being beaten senseless.
The door slammed and soon they drove off in the truck they'd been using. She sighed. There was no way out and they knew where she lived. She didn't have a choice and she didn't know all of their last names or anything about them, really. She'd fucked up, a fuck up in a long line of bad decisions. She resolved to stop making them at this point. She certainly didn't want to be an accessory to any more crimes. She'd let this guy go and hightail it back to town and it would be over.
She drank a beer and sat there for a while. It was hot out and she was wearing just shorts and a tank top. Sweat ran down her brow and she opened the front door for a while, looking out, hearing nothing in the forest around the cabin, then she sat back down, thinking.
She got up and went to the back of the cabin. She opened the bedroom door and there the man sat, brown hair, in his thirties she guessed. He was tied in a chair with a gag and a blindfold, naked except for his briefs. His ankles were tied to the chair legs too, just for good measure. They really wanted to put the scare into him, and they had succeeded. He'd peed himself at one point. She was a little disgusted with that.
She didn't feel sorry for him. He was alone in the woods, no weapon, and a lack of common sense, she thought. But she was worried about him dying. That was just a bridge too far.
"Look, I'm going to make some food. I'll feed you, but I don't want to talk to you. And I'm going to gag you again after that. Do you think you can just shut the hell up if I give you some something to eat?"
The man nodded vigorously. She went into the kitchen and found some cans of hash, then dumped the contents in a pan and heated it over the stove. Then she went back to the room with a small bowl.
"Okay, I'm going to feed this bowl of food to you, but if you start talking or whining I'll just gag you again and you'll be hungry. Understood?" He nodded again.
She undid the gag and he said nothing, then she spooned the food into his mouth until it was gone, then she replaced the gag.
"Good boy. I'll feed you again if you follow the rules."
She was bothered by something else at this point. He stunk. His pee soaked shorts were the problem. It was disgusting and she didn't want to smell that for two days.
"Okay, I'm going to cut these nasty shorts off of you. I can't take the smell. And I don't want you pissing on the floor either. I'll just get a jar and you can pee in that."
She found a pair of scissors in the kitchen, then went back and cut his underwear off, then pulled them out from under him and tossed them in the back yard behind the cabin. She went back in and looked at him. Now he was naked. He had an unremarkable physique, really, but there he was, his penis fully exposed.
She smirked and went into the kitchen and got another beer. She listened to some music on the crackly radio for a while, then turned it off, thumbing through some field and stream magazines. Then she was bored with that. Suddenly she had an idea.
She went into the bedroom and as he sat there in the chair, she pushed her hands under the mattress. Sure enough, there were several magazines and books in there, so she drug them out. It was his stash of porn.
She giggled a little and went back to the living room. This wasn't just girlie magazines she soon realized. Her eyes got wide as she saw high resolution pictures of full penetrative sex, oral sex, wide spread pussies, spurting cocks, anal sex... almost everything she could think of, there it was. She was getting horny, she realized, and she started masturbating to one picture in particular that she liked, a large penis in a woman's asshole. She groaned, climaxing hard with the magazines around her.
With a great deal of will, she put the magazines under the couch cushions so she didn't have to see them all the time. That left one item, a book of stories. Sighing, she started reading the graphic depictions of a man and three women and all the things they would do with one another. It was quite erotic, even better than the pictures, and she started masturbating again, a huge orgasm owning her this time as she read. She gasped, then finally stuffed the book under the cushion too, embarrassed. She'd never masturbated to porn before, but here she was.
"Fuck," she said out loud. Her mind was racing though, all over the place. She sat there for a long time, thinking, fantasizing, then she stood and went back to the bedroom and opened the door. Then she got a chair and just sat there, thinking some more, looking at him.
"I found your stash of naughty books." She just left it at that, but soon the man began to get an erection and it grew until it stood tall. It was quite big at that point. Her eyes were glued to his cock now. She gulped, then took a long drink of her beer, thinking and thinking.
She stood and went into the living room. They'd all been wearing masks when they dealt with the man, including her. She put her mask on now, one that just covered her eyes like the 'Lone Ranger'. She smiled, then walked back to the room, her mind racing.
His cock was still huge and she looked at it for a while. Then she walked forward and took his blindfold off. He blinked and blinked, seemingly glad to be able to see. She stood there for a while, not saying anything.
"You have a big dick. I bet you've jerked off a hundred times looking at those books."
He didn't move or do anything much. He just looked at her, his penis twitching.
She kept thinking. Then she took off her tank top and stood there in her bra for a while.
"I'm going to show you my tits," she said, and she unhooked her bra and let her breasts out, jiggling. Her nipples got hard. She realized that this was a lot of fun and she shook her torso, her breasts flopping back and forth. She laughed, still looking at his cock.
She stood there for a few more moments, drinking her beer, then she unsnapped her pants and let them drop, standing there in her panties. She was making herself very, very horny, she realized.
"I bet you want to see my cunt, don't you?" He said nothing, his rigid member releasing a clear glob of fluid that dripped down the shaft.
She rubbed her vulva, pushing her panties up inside of her vagina, letting them soak up some of her juices. Then she pulled them down and stepped out of them. Smirking she stepped forward and placed the crotch against his nose.
