Caitlin was exhausted. She'd been running for over an hour now, and wasn't sure she could take another step. Sunlight flickered through the dense forest as she frantically looked for a place to hide. There, just under that fallen down tree was a carved out niche in the dirt. She could crawl in there and hopefully not be seen. Breathing harshly, she situated herself in the niche so she could see out the front.
When the two men had broken into the isolated cabin she was vacationing in, she was shocked. Caitlin had taken one look at the long, black haired, muscular Indian and the tall, rugged cowboy, turned and raced out the back of the cabin into the forest.
They were still hunting her she knew it. She strained to listen but only heard the forest sounds. Her heart rate slowed; maybe she'd lost them.
Suddenly long, dark hair fell in front of her face, and then a tanned smiling face looked upside down at her. "Gotcha."
Caitlin screamed. The Indian jumped down and pulled her out struggling and cursing the whole way. In short order, her wrists were tied behind her back and her ankles were tied together. She was hefted over the cowboys shoulder and hauled to where their horses waited. She continued cursing until a sharp slap to her ass and an order to shut up had her quieting.
The bonds around her legs were released and she was lifted up to sit in front of the sinfully handsome Indian. Next her hands were released and then retied to the pommel in front of her.
When the cowboy was seated they headed back towards the cabin.
Caitlin's shoulder length blond hair was pushed away from her right ear. "Did you really think you could get away from us? Sweet thing, we've been tracking varmints since before we were teenagers." His lips brushed her ear with each word, sending shivers through her.
"Hey Jared," The Indian began, "I think we should take a little look see at what we caught. What do you think?"
"Hell yeah. That shirt she's wearing is practically see-through, but I want to see the real thing. Why don't you start with that?"
She tried to avoid the hands that reached for the buttons on her shirt, but her captor shoved a hand in her hair and jerked her head back.
"No. No. You're not allowed to fight. Now be still," he growled.
Her hair was released and both hands grabbed a side of her shirt. A quick jerk and buttons flew everywhere. She hadn't bothered with a bra this morning giving the two men a clear view of her firm breasts.
"Jesus." The cowboy moaned.
Caitlin felt the hard erection pressed against her ass. The Indian cupped her breast, squeezing, brushing the nipples with his palms. "Jare, let's get back to that cabin, I can't wait to have a taste of these beautiful morsels."
"Right." The cowboy agreed.
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Caitlin tugged at the ropes that secured her arms and legs to the plush armchair. There was no way she was going to get loose; the knots were just too strong. They had given her just enough slack to allow her arms to raise about four inches.
Her two captors sat in a chair on either side of her. Their wicked grins showing how pleased they were with the situation.
"Now you be real still, sweet thing. We're going to open our present and we don't want to cut you." Jared, the cowboy warned.
She held still as they finished destroying her torn blouse. Her shorts and panties were worked on next. A slit to each side and they were done.
"Lift your ass, sweet thing." Devin ordered.
The material slid across her skin as the last remnant was removed, leaving her naked and open to anything they chose to do.
Caitlin closed her eyes in embarrassment as hands caressed her breasts and fingers slid into her pussy.
"She's not nearly wet enough, Jared." Devin complained.
"Well we'll have to remedy that situation." Jared smiled in anticipation. They stood up and pushed their chairs back. Boots were taken off and set under the chairs, then shirts, then jeans. Huge bulges pushed against their lowering briefs. Her eyes flitted back and forth as two beautifully inflamed cocks came into view.
"Rock, scissors, or paper for who goes first?" Jared asked.
"Fine with me." One, two, three, Jared had paper, Devin had rock.
"Lucky shit." Devin grumbled.
Jared grinned in response and walked behind the chair Caitlin sat on. Devin leaned over Caitlin and slammed his mouth over hers. His tongue forced it's way in for a thorough taste while his arms encircled her and lifted her up as far as her bonds would allow.
Caitlin barely registered the shuffling noises as Devin kissed her. Her tongue was forced to duel with his as the kiss continued. When it was over she was lowered down. Skin came in contact with skin as she settled not on the chair but on top of Jared. His erection was cushioned in the crack of her ass and his arms wrapped around her. Devin grabbed her thighs and positioned them over Jared's, opening her pussy even more.
Jared pulled her hair aside and nipped her ear. "Sweet thing, you're going to watch everything we do to you. You keep those beautiful blue eyes wide open or we're just going to have to use one of those knives on that beautiful skin. You understand?"
She nodded.
"Good." Jared's hands came up and cupped her breasts while Devin started at her legs, biting and nipping his way up to her knees. "You have beautiful breasts, they like my touch. Look how hard your nipples are, sweet thing."
