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.