Tara and Samantha realized that they were in serious trouble.
It was a cold,rainy October day when they decided to go on a road trip. Both were under age but Tara had a friend buy them a Bottle and a case of beer.
Samantha drove them around all day up in the Blue hills in Wisconsin. It was getting near dusk and both were feeling no pain.
Samantha missed the turn on the muddy road and lost control of the car. The car settled in the ditch on the other side of the road.
Both were shaken, but all right. Tara tried to call her boyfriend on her cell phone but there was no service available. They were just too far from any transmitter.
Samantha tried to drive out of the ditch, but the tires would just spin. Tara got out of the car and tried to push Samantha. The car would rock and almost get out, but not quite.
The temperature had dropped to near 40 degrees and the rain had not let up. If anything, it was raining harder.
Samantha got out and let Tara drive. Tara was a year older than Sam, but both had only been driving for two years. Again, the car would move, but not get out of the ditch.
By now, the girls were scared, cold, muddy and very wet.
They had not seen anyone on this road for hours. Tara had seen a house off the road just on top of that last hill. Maybe they had a phone, or maybe the cell phone would work up there.
Both girls took off running in the pouring rain until they reached the dwelling. It wasn't much, just a hunting shack.
Tara again tried her boyfriend but her cell still had no signal.
Samantha grabbed a rock and pounded on the hasp and lock until it was free of the door and jamb.
Both girls hurried inside out of the weather. Upon entering, the girls looked around the small shack to find two small beds and a fireplace. That was about it. There were some empty cupboards, except for a couple rolls of toilet paper and a small table and chair set in the corner.
Tara and Sam immediately tried to light a fire in the fireplace. There was plenty of wood just outside the door if they could get it to light. After about fifteen minutes, and anything that would burn in the shack, Samantha was getting a good fire going. In no time at all, the shack began to warm.
The girls knew they had to get out of those wet muddy clothes and soon. Samantha pulled the mattresses off the beds and set them on the floor near the fireplace. One mattress had a green wool blanket on it.
Tara and Sam removed their clothes and hung them on the back of the chairs and on the end of the beds. Both girls were down to just their bra and panties. They huddled together wrapped in the wool blanket in front of the cozy fire.
Sam and Tara were exhausted from their day. As their bodies warmed, the alcohol and exhaustion kicked in and they were able to relax and sleep, for tomorrow was another day.
Tara awoke suddenly the next morning finding the cold steel of a handcuff being collapsed around her wrist. Her screams woke Samantha realizing that the were cuffed together.
Tara and Samantha held each other as the stranger towered above them. He was dressed all in leather, even a hood and was holding a small whip. He spoke in a deep stern voice telling them that they would not be hurt, but they were his slaves.
He cracked the whip against his leg and told them they were to do as he said, or they would be punished. Tara looked around the room and noticed that all their clothing was gone.
He grabbed the blanket and tossed it to the side, "you won't be needing this."
Tara and Sam sobbed holding each other as the whip found Tara's ass and told them to be quiet and lay face down on the mattress.
The girls found it hard to lay down while handcuffed to each other, but still managed to comply.
Tara felt the weight of his body on her back, then her bra straps being cut away. He pulled her bra from her body and threw it in the fire.
Samantha was still shaking and trying to hold back tears as he sat on her ass and cut off her bra. He again ripped it from her body and threw it in the raging fire.
Tara begged him that she had to go to the bathroom.
"Please Sir," she asked,
She knew the outhouse was located outside and this would be a chance to escape.
He smacked Tara across her little panties with the whip. "You aren't thinking of running away now, are you?"
"No Sir," she sniffled.
"Let's make sure," he said as he grabbed Tara's ankle.
Tara tried to kick him and fight him off but he bent her knee back and slapped her again across the ass with the whip.
"Stay still or I will punish your friend."
Tara just lay there as he strapped some kind of leather shackle to her ankle. She watched as he padlocked a small chain to her restraint. He grabbed the end of the chain and slapped Tara on the ass.
"You may now go to the bathroom."
Samantha and Tara struggled to their feet realizing they were only wearing their panties. The hooded stranger opened the door pulling on Tara's chain. He handed the girls a roll of paper and led them out into the cold air. The temperature was only 44 degrees and the ground was cold and wet to their bare feet.
The outhouse was old and smelled very bad. As Tara opened the door, the chain was pulled and Tara fell to her knees.
