Erin gazed into the fire and nudged closer to Todd, the man she married twelve hours earlier. Outside could be heard the howling winds of a winter storm that threatened to bury the cabin and surrounding woods in a foot of new snow. Erin could care less.
"This was a wonderful idea," she mewed. "And if we get snowed in, all the better."
"I'd say this storm put an end to any ideas my friends at work may have had of following us and playing tricks," Todd said. "No phone. No visitors. I like it."
Erin leaned over and started a long, passionate kiss. Todd ran his hands through her thick, blonde hair and pulled her on top of him as they stretched out on the couch. Their legs intertwined while they rolled onto their sides. Erin instinctively reached down for Todd's crotch and he sought out her full, firm breasts.
They were both fully dressed, but that didn't stop the frantic search for the known hot spots that had long initiated many of their sexual encounters. Erin could feel the beginning of her husband's erection and he detected her hard nipples, even through her clothes.
At twenty three and just out of college, they rarely had opportunities to have sex without some fear of interruption. Just the thought of their honeymoon at the remote cabin had caused them arousal for many months preceding the actual day. Now, totally alone with only a fire looking on, they were more than ready for a week of bliss.
Erin caressed Todd's lean, athletic body with her own, using the combined friction to awaken every sensual nerve they had. Her tongue found his. They moaned together and Todd rolled on top of her. He kissed his way down her neck and into the deep v-neck of her sweater. His lips felt the supple skin of her cleavage and he licked her, watching the sweater rise where her nipples were hid.
Her hand was between his legs, clutching at the ever-hardening cock she needed so bad. Erin knew what it would feel like; how long and hard it would be and how it would bring her to a never-ending climax. She wanted to rip off his pants and suck on the cock until Todd begged her to fuck him.
His hand was on her sweater, ready to pull it away from one of her tits so he could...
Suddenly, a log noisily tumbled from the grate and rested against the screen, just inches from the throw rug in front of the fireplace.
"Shit. I've got to put that back, hon," Todd said with disgust. "And I should get some more firewood while I'm up. That will last us the rest of the night."
Erin smiled as he rolled off, the bulge in his pants more than obvious.
"Hurry back," she said.
"Don't worry."
Outside the cabin, two men stooped behind a large woodpile, less than twenty yards away. A long walk through the woods from a secluded parking spot left them covered in snow and very cold. Lights from the cabin cast soft shadows on the white ground.
"This better be worth it," one of the men said in a hushed voice. "I'm fuckin' freezing."
"Trust me," his companion answered. "When I saw them register for the cabin, I knew they were the pair we wanted. You'll be hard the moment you see this blonde."
Jeff and Adam had planned the assault for weeks. A solitary backpack was filled with all the supplies they would need. Adam, a part-time employee of the people who rented the cabins, had the job of picking out the ideal victims. Jeff, a long-time friend of Adam, knew that little stood in their way if they could successfully get into the cabin. They were both in their early thirties and agile enough to overtake an unsuspecting couple like Erin and Todd.
"Now remember," Jeff said. "I'll knock on the door. You take out whoever answers. I'll go after whoever is left. We've got to get them quiet as soon as possible, but there shouldn't be anybody else around for several miles. We should be OK, but let's not allow the girl to scream for too long."
"OK," Adam said.
Jeff rose into a hunched over position and started to step out from behind the woodpile.
"Let's move...oh shit."
He dove back into place as the cabin door opened and a young man hurriedly moved towards them. Jeff and Adam heard the door slam shut and the sound of footsteps in the snow quickly approaching them. Todd shivered out loud as he got to the wood, reaching for the nearest log as soon as he arrived. Before he could grab a second one, Jeff pounced on him from behind the pile, rapidly followed by Adam.
"Don't make a sound," Jeff told Todd, with a gloved hand over Todd's mouth from behind. "Drop the log."
A switchblade in his face, held by Adam, convinced Todd to do as he was told.
"We're going back inside. If you're good, nobody will get hurt. Make a sound or attempt to run and the girl pays. Understand?" Jeff said.
Todd nodded, his eyes wide with fear. The three men took the short walk to the cabin, Jeff's hand remaining firmly in place over Todd's mouth.
"Adam, I want you to open the door and get the girl quiet," Jeff whispered.
Adam nodded, waited a couple seconds, and then burst into the cabin. He saw Erin standing by the couch and was on her in three long strides. Erin managed a single shriek of terror before Adam had her flat on the cushions, on her stomach, with his hand over her face.
"Shut up!" Adam told her. "Don't move or your hubby dies."
Erin froze at the words. Jeff closed and locked the cabin door with Todd standing next to him in shock.
"Let's get this straight from the beginning," Jeff announced. "There will be no screaming, or attempts to escape, or lack of cooperation. Do you both get that?"
Erin and Todd nodded and Adam rolled off the couch, standing guard over the frightened girl. The two intruders threw their coats onto chairs around the kitchen table and Todd moved towards Erin.
"Oh, no you don't," Jeff warned him. "We'll tell you when it's OK to move and where to go. Nothing you do from now on will be without our orders. You don't speak. You don't budge unless we say so. You already met Adam's little knife. He's really good with it. Don't tempt him."