Wrong Turn 5

It all happened when my big sister Kim and I went for a drive to a nearby lake. We had planned to spend the day swimming and sunning ourselves in our new thong bikinis, but we got lost on a back road. The two of us decided to stop at a remote cabin and ask for directions. The ramshackle building was at a dead end, on a deserted dirt road. The house was dilapidated, and creepy, with a real "Texas Chain Saw Massacre" vibe. It was really spooky, but I insisted it would be fine. I even joked with my big sis, "I promise were not going to wind up, tied up in some creep's basement."

The man who answered the door looked like the definition of a "Red Neck". He was large, with a big beer belly, a bald head, and strong hairy arms. He had ugly rotten teeth and a dark shaggy beard, shot through with grey streaks.

The old man looked us over like cuts of meat, then grinned like he had just won a raffle. I felt a twinge of humiliation under his gaze, and wished my sibling and I had more on than just denim short shorts and bikini tops. He clearly enjoyed our slim legs, pierced navels, and perky young tits.

"So, what can I do for you lovely young ladies?"

Kim pipped up, asking if he might direct us to the lake.

"Of course, come in you sweet young things, the roads around here can be tricky. Just wait a moment, I have a map you can take with you."

As he spoke, he drew my sister and I into his cluttered living room, and shut the door behind us. I should have suspected something, when he locked the door behind us with several bolts and chains.

The old hermit wasn't in much of a hurry to get us the map, and seemed to be enjoying having two young hotties in his cabin. "You really are a beautiful pair of girls, or should I say young women? You both have such pretty green eyes and red hair. Your sisters aren't you?"

Wanting to get out of this dirty old man's place as quickly as possible I replied. "Yes sir were sister, 2 years apart. But about that map..."

The old man cut in. "You sisters look very young to be out by yourself. I bet you two girls are still in high school? Your playing hooky aren't you?"

This was a common thread, people often thought Kim and I were younger than we were, probably because were both short and very petite. A little peevishly Kim answered. "No sir, as a matter of fact were not in high school. Im 20 and my sister is 18. I go to the city collage, and in the fall she'll be starting there as well."

"Is that so?" He replied. "You both could pass for younger, maybe because your both so small, and petite... cute, a little underdeveloped. It's ok though, your still very sexy young woman."

This creepy talk was too much for both of us, and for a moment my big sister and I stood gape mouthed. Before we could respond he went on, addressing me directly. "So sweetheart, do you ever wear that pretty red hair of your up in pigtails?"

After a shocked moment I replied. "No. No way. I haven't worn my hair like that since I was a little girl."

"That's too bad sweetheart, I think you would look really adorable in pigtails."

Thankfully, Kim cut in to rescue me. "Excuse me sir, what about the map?"

Her tone was a little rude, but it seemed to break the red neck out of his horny trance. "All right, all right girly. I'll be right back. Please forgive a lonely old man. Very few folks come by this way." And with that, he shuffled off to the back of the building.

I was really spooked and ready to just leave, and find our way on our own. Looking at my sister I asked. "Should we just split, this old dude is a total creep?"

"No." Kim replied. "He's a scumbag, and he keeps staring at our tits, but were totally lost. We'll get the map, and then get the hell out of here ASAP. I promise." Years later reflecting on the turn my life took that day. I wished I had dragged my sister out the door then, when we had a chance.

Looking around the living room my apprehension grew. The room was full of hunting implements, rifles, ammo, and skinning knives. The walls were covered in posters of bikini girls, pelts, and animal heads.

On a side dresser Kim noticed a stack of strange magazine, and beckoned me over. I approached to see they were dirty magazines, the kind with pictures of tied up and gagged ladies. The covers showed girls in costume, tied, and partially if not entirely stripped. The girls looked terrified and stared up at the camera with big pouty fear filled eyes, there bare bottoms, tits, and pussies, on display for all the world to see. Some of the damsels had their tits tied so tightly they were turning purple, some had ropes yanked through their vaginas, and some had vicious looking clips on their nipples and even their clitorises.

On a wild impulse I started pulling open the drawers of the dresser. What I saw almost made me faint. The drawers looked like something out of a horror movie.

The top one held cuffs, rope, gags, collars, chains. The second paddles, whips, clips, and clamps. The third held a wide verity of dildos, plugs, and vibrators. The final draws only held pictures. The pictures looked just like the ones in the dirty magazines, except for one difference. All the girls in the pictures being bound and molested were in the very cabin we were in at that moment.

We both snapped out of our trance at the same second, and our eyes met. "We need to get the fuck out of here." Whispered my big sister.

We bolted to the door, and began undoing the many chains and bolts. It took forever, and the noise drew the attention of the old man. We heard him running from the back of the building, yelling. "You're not leaving yet you little sluts, not till Iv'e had my fun."

We jumped into the car just as he came out the door, and I gunned the vehicle to life. Tires squealing I made a U-turn, but it was too late. He was standing in the middle of the road, blocking our escape, a big revolver leveled at the windscreen.

For years after I would curse myself for stopping the car then. I was too scared of getting shot at, and too afraid to intentionally hit a human being with my car. I should have though. I should have flattened him. I should have let him shoot me, or Kim, or both of us. Anything, would have been better than falling into the hand of that sadistic psycho, and the people he sold us to.

Humiliated, we were marched back into the cabin, the old man chuckling, and poking our round little bottoms with the long barrel of his gun.

First he bound Kim, cuffing her ankles together and wrists behind her back. He put the restraints on very tightly. I could see the cuffs digging into her pale skin, it looked really painful. The old man then forced a big red ball gag between her teeth, and finished off by putting her long red hair up in high school girl pigtails.

The creep then systematically groped his helpless prisoner, running his claws over her smooth legs, plump ass, upturned tits, and young pussy. I saw tears welling in Kim's emerald eyes as the man methodical took her dignity.

He left her standing there unsteady in her restraints, looking comical in a dark way. Seeing her like that felt unreal. She looked like something out of a detective movie, or men's magazine. I was bound next. My hands were cuffed in front of me, then a long chain with a slip knot was tossed over my head. Looping the chain over a handy rafter, our captor yanked the noose tight. Then pulling my hands up high above my head, he locked the end of the chain to the handcuffs. I had to remain standing up very straight, and keep my hands well above and behind my head to keep from choking myself. My arms almost immediately started to feel tired, and the noose tightened.

Next I was ball gagged, and my shorts ruffly yanked down. A spreader bar was cuffed to my ankles, keeping my feet wide apart. I felt extremely ashamed and vulnerable, bound and spread like this in nothing but my skimpy string bikini.

The little bathing suit had been my first thong. My sister having worn a thong the summer before, encouraged me try it. At first, I had been terrified to wear a g-string outside, but slowly I got used to showing off my bare bottom. All summer I had been secretly thrilled, and not a little aroused by all the attention I got from the boys, and not a few dads as well. I had started to really enjoy flaunting my little 18-year-old ass at the pool and the lake. However I wasn't feeling very proud of myself at that moment. I was experiencing deep shame for my former slutyness and boldness. I wanted more than anything to be able to cover up my bottom at that moment, but it was hopeless.

Then he touched me like he had touched my sister. It was disgusting. The lecherous old perv ran his hands over every inch on my young body. He groped my ass, and spanking me, leaving big red hand prints on my pale bum. He felt my firm tits, pulling them out of my bikini top, and yanking my pink nipples. I truly regretted the skimpy bikini I had chosen earlier that day, hoping to tease the older men at the lake, I had been a tease, and now I was getting what I deserved.

I felt hot tears of shaming welling in my eyes as he slid his hand into my bottoms, and I felt his dirty fingers invading my vagina. He was molesting me, and in spite of my terror, I almost instantly started getting wet. "You're a tight little thing aren't you?" He hissed into my face, his liquor breath stinging my nostrils. "And your so wet...You love it."

He lubed up a huge, spiked, vibrating dildo, and pulling my bottoms aside, pressed it into the entrance to my vagina. I tried to squeeze against it, but with the spreader bar, I was defenceless. I gasped as without ceremony, he forced the toy all the way up into me.

Even though I liked to dress provocatively, and I flirted with older men a lot, I had very little actual experience with sex. The few boys I had played with had been immature and shy. So when that red neck shoved that huge toy in me so nonchalantly, I suddenly experienced how it really felt to be treated like an object. It was degrading and totally dehumanizing, but I have to admit, it really turned me on.

Like all cute girls, I sometimes fantasized being taken advantage of, about being a prostitute, or of being a sex slave. However I was being taught very quickly that the fantasy of being raped, was quite different from the reality. Shocked and grossly violated I let out a loud moan, that to my everlasting shame was as much of pleasure as of pain and humiliation.

Next he showed me an oiled up metal butt plug with a little red jewel on the outside. I shook my head vehemently no, blubbering into my gag, "I had never had even a finger in my tushy before." But all that came out was garbled moans and slobber. I felt the cold tip pushing up against my virgin anus, and I clenched with all my might. I became aware that I was drooling freely, and saliva was wetting my bare breasts. I felt filthy and full of shame. I tried to resist, but with the spreader bar, and my neck chain, almost any movement I made choked me.

The plug moved inexorably into my body, and my eyes popped out as it spread me at its widest point. "Good slut, good. I love it when you clench. Make me force it into you." Then the toy popped all the way in and I gassed in pain and humiliation. Fifteen minutes ago I had been in the car with my big sister, singing along to the radio, out for a fun lake day. How I was sobbing, red cheeked and ashamed, bound, and gagged, with toys stuffed into my most sensitive nooks and crannies.

Next the creep wrapped a cord around my waist. Pulling my bikini back into place, he yanked the cord hard up between my butt cheeks, and into my crotch, tying it tightly in the back. I knew from looking at naughty bondage videos, that it was called a crotch rope. Now no matter how much I tried to push out the objects invading my body, the rope held them tightly in place.

My ass clenched over and over trying hopelessly to expel the plug, and soon it was pleasure I was feeling from that opening and not pain. He activated the vibrator with an app on his phone, and I shook with involuntary ecstasy. The delicious vibration of the big spiked toy against the walls of my hole, was transferred to the rope activating my clit. I had never felt anything like it, my hips bucked, and my tight pussy quickly became dripping wet. My pale cheeks burned red, and tears rolled from my eyes.

He finished by putting my hair up in high pigtails, just like Kim's. Then with a few hard slaps across the face, he left me to squirm, returning his attention to my big titted sister.

Securing a long rope to Kim's wrists behind her back, he looped it over a rafter and jerked the cord tight. I recognized this one from cruising bondage sights as well. It was called a strappado tie.

As the bad man pulled up on the rope Kim's wrists were forced higher and higher, until they were above where her shoulders should be if she was standing comfortably. She was forced to bend her knees slightly and lean forward, sticking out her perfect young ass. Her hips were a little wider than mine and she had a noticeably bigger booty. My eyes met my sister's and I could tell even through her gagged mouth she was screaming. "Help me!"

Next the red neck tied Kim's legs above and below the knees, as well as cruelly roping her elbows, joining them and forcing out her already ample chest. Kim was 2 years older than me, but her boobs and curls had come in more quickly than mine. In fact, in the last year, she had gone up to a D cup, while I still had perky little girl B cups. Elbows joined and bent over as she was, her tits hung down in front of her looking firm and lushes. For an insane moment I was even delouse of her big boobs.

Standing behind her, our captor unbuckled and slowly lowered her denim shorts, enjoying the view as her firm young ass popped out. Pulling the knots, undid her bikini top letting her big tits flop out, and yanking hard on her pink nipples. For a wile he simply played with her big breasts, squeezing them so hard that later small bruises appeared were he had groped the hardest.

Stepping back, the creep produced a flexible wooden switch. He took a few practice swings, Kim shuddering at the sound the switch made as it sliced the air.

The first blow landed on my big sisters fat ass, forcing her to scream. I then watched with horror as he beat her black and blue. Every time the flexible wooden stick made contact with her, I cringed. In not time my beautiful, confident, rational, sister was transformed into a quivering terrified animal.

Kim tried to escape the vicious blows by turning away, but the red neck simply took the opportunity to beat other parts of her body. When she turned her back to him, he whipped her ass, legs and back, when she faced the other way, he hit her belly, tits, pussy, and thighs. He went on until he was sweating and panting, and didn't stop until he had exhausted himself. After the flogging my pretty sister was covered in marks and bruises, a few of the cruelest welts leaking a few drops of bright red blood.

Laying the stick aside, the dirty old man took hold of Kim's hair. Tied and bent over as she was, he easily pulled her face to his crotch. Unzipping and pulling out a fat penis he spoke to Kim, "Now listen little girl. Im going to give you a choice. I can take that gag out of your pretty mouth, and you can give me a nice blow job. Or I can leave the gag in and just keep beating you. So do you want to suck my weiner little girl?"

Her green eyes welling with moister, Kim nodded her ascent. He took out the ball gag and quickly replaced it with his cock. I watched in terror as she enthusiastically licked and sucked the old man's hairy penis. The toy between my legs kept vibrating, and despite the horror of what I was seeing, I was as turned on as I had ever been in my life.

He let her suck and lick at her own pace for a short time before getting fed up, and fucking her face in earnest. The fat creep took her by the pigtails, or "handle bars" as he called them, and forced his dick down her throat till his balls slapped her chin.

My arms were felling numb and getting tired, and I felt the chain around my neck slowly growing tighter. I tried with all my might to keep my hands above my head, but it was hard keeping my footing with the toys jammed into my holes. As I gently strangled, grinding on my crotch rope, I watched and listened as my curvy sister chocking on a hard penis.

Finally, the predator came, forcing his cock to the back of her throat and holding it there as he squirted. My inexperienced sister couldn't keep up with this assault, and after swallowing the first few pumps, she chocked, gagging and spitting up semen. There was a sticky mess all over her face and mouth, and as he regagged my big sister, I saw a little cum had even come out her nose.

Pulling Kim's head up by the hair, the creep made her look into my eyes. "See that little girl. That's how fast I turned your sister from a stuck up, high class, prissy young women, into a cocksucking slave girl. That's how easy it is to break you little princesses."

He forced a dildo and butt plug into her just like mine, holding them in place with another cruel crotch rope. Now we were like twins, except I still had my thong on, and she had bigger tits, a bigger bottom, and a strappado tie, while I had my arms up and my neck in a noose.

He then took off to "Make our car disappear."

Left alone in the cabin, we looked deep into each other's eyes, and I was touched by the shame I saw in Kim's face. I could tell how humiliating it had been for her to have to suck that man's dirty dick in front of me. I wept, knowing very soon, I would have that same broken look in my eyes.

Dangling facing each other, we both compulsively ground on our crotch ropes. The vibrations from the big spiked dildos was just too much for our young bodies to resist, and despite our shame and terror we couldn't stop humping the air. I really didn't want to cum like that, especially with my big sister watching, but the vibrations were relentless. I could hear my sister gasping, trying to hold in her orgasm.

Our gaze met again, and I heard her breath in sharply. Then I watched as Kim's eyes rolled up into her head, and her girlish body was racked with orgasm. Seeing my sister cum, I realized suddenly there was an inexorable glow growing in my own downstairs. Then I was cumming too, and it was all I could do to keep my feet, and keep from choking myself out.

He was gone a very long time. I had no way of telling how long, as the place had no clock or windows.

All I knew was my arms were getting very tired. As hard as I tried, they kept dipping down and forcing me to choke myself. My legs were tired and cramping, and my back was sore from standing as straight as possible. I hoped desperately that the creep would come back, and let me down before I ran out of strength and strangled. I prayed he wouldn't just leave me here like this to die.

After a long wait, the old man returned. My already exhausted arms were by then on fire, the noose was getting tighter. I prayed he would let me down soon. I was bitterly disappointed.

The old creep paid me little notice upon entering. Instead he gave his attentions to my poor marked up sister. Ruffly squeezing her big tits and laughing at her squeals of pain. Untying her crotch rope, the predator pulled the spiked dildo out of my big sister's vagina, and tossed it on the floor. The toy was soaked in her girly goo, and left a wet patch on the filthy carpet.

Rotating Kim so she faced me, he lowered his pants, and took her by the hips. She was wet and helpless, and bent over by the strappado, she was unable to resist in any way. I saw the look of terror in Kim's pretty eyes as he entered her.

"That's right little sister. Watch me do it to her. Watch well, because every thing I do to Little Miss. Big Tits over here, Im going to do to you with your cute little girl tits and pert little bottom."