No, this write up is not about groupie plaster castor at a glam rock concert getting the hammer and balls in plaster of a rock 'n' roll star they fucked. Nor is it about going backstage at a theatrical execution of a highly sexual play, although elements of such dramatic play are in this story.

It was a simple sign of the zodiac in the woods,"offstage pass ”. I had cycled to the end of a timber trail, an old track bed, and found a gate blocking the trail, presumably erected there by a property proprietor jealous of his privacy. The gate was flanked by barbed wire fencing material that stretched away into the mixed hardwood Dubya on both sides as far as the eye could see.

However, off to the right of the gate, nailed to a sapling, was the sign :"Backstage offer ”. Intriguing. Mysterious. Beside the sapling was a trail : specialise, grow over, and covered with autumn leaves, but a discernible trail. Was this another way into the common soldier attribute of the gate possessor, a inside opening into a special world buried deep in the rolling hardwood vales ? Was the"qualifying"like a quite a little pass, a gap in the ridges of solid ground covered with timber that ran away from the cycle trail on both side of meat, a pass that led to something wizard ?

It was too lots for my rummy nature. I mounted my motorcycle and set off on the trail through the Grant Wood. For a way, it ran parallel to the barbed wire fence along the valley. But the demesne began to rise, and I was forced off the bike and into a steep paseo up the scent course, slipping on the wet leaves, around trees and through crack and over rocks covered with moss.

A winding descent to the valley floor led me back to the fence again, and there on the other slope was a clutch of little building. Two cabins of scratchy planks, one tumid than the other, faced each other at slant across a flat candid place. Behind the building were two outhouses, also of rough board. Set in the hill behind the building were broad wooden board that served as seats. It was a little dramatics in the woods.

Intrigued, I leaned my cycle against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and took photos of the buildings beyond the fencing with my cell phone. Then I heard the voices.

I froze, listening. Men's voices, coming from up on the ridge beyond the construction, getting louder. If I retreated up the ridge behind me, they would surely spot me. I grabbed the bicycle and wheeled it into a cedar thicket near the fencing, laying it flat in the silent acerate leaf on the ground. Crouching behind an old oak at the bound of the cedar copse, I could see the slight building clearly.

Into the clearing came two men carrying between them a canvass litter like the ace used for wild rescue when someone has broken a leg and needs to be carried out to safety. Strapped to the litter was a girl of about eighteen with foresighted embrown rippled hair and dressed in a navy blue track courting. She was asleep, or unconscious, grueling to say which. She certainly was not moving, center closed, but I heard the occasional moan so I knew she was alive.

"Let's get her inside and stripped,"one said."I want to do her at to the lowest degree twice before the sun goes down and we have to take her back and dump her."

"Yeah, good programme,"agreed the other one."We won't even wait for broadside to get back."He guffawed and started to unlace the strap that held the girl to the litter.

I had just started to work the fact that there was another man out there, Bill, when a twig snapped behind me. I whirled around to ascertain the muzzle of an reflex pistol pointed at my cheek. Behind the gun was the yammer face of a man about my age, sixtyish, tall, well built and well dressed in outside clothing, but good in demeanour.

"Who are you and what are you doing here ?"he said calmly but loudly enough that the others heard. They set down the litter and walked toward the fence.

"Who's there, Bill ?"the one asked who wasn't going to expect for Bill.

"A snoop,"said Bill shortly and waved the gun barrel at me, indicating I was to get up and go toward the fence where the others waited.

When I got there, I found the early two also had weapons pointed at me."O.K.,"said Bill."starting time talking. Who are you and why are you here ? ”.

I was scared and could see no stage in trying to make up a story to bluff my way out."I'm a cyclist, out for some drill, that's all,"I said, making eye physical contact with handbill so he could see how sincere I was."I saw that sign,"Backstage strait ”, and took the track just to see where it led. I didn't mean to nose. I was just scared when I heard you coming so I took cover."

"Why didn't you just keep riding when you heard us ?"one asked roughly.

It was a good question, and again I felt that honesty was the only way I was going to get out of this. I dug deep into my nous, took a breath, and said,"Out here in the woods, away from prying eye, I get turned on. My libido goes into overdrive. I have all these depraved and orgiastic sex fantasies about what I would do to a woman in a piffling cabin like that."I nodded to the cabin across the fence.

flyer stared at me for a long moment, then lowered his weapon as he raised his brow."Really ? ”, he said."And what, exactly, would you do to her ?"

I knew then that I was on the the right way course, so I kept on being honest."Oh, anything I wanted, I guess. I'd tie her up and fuck her, then whip her mamilla and puss, then fuck her again. I'd take lots of telecasting so I could have mass of dear wank when I got home."

"Why don't you do that, then ?"he asked.

"Practical problem,"I answered."I don't know anyone who would assist me snatch her and I don't know what I would do with her afterward. I wouldn't want to vote down her to close her up. It would be nice if she liked it and wanted to keep doing it, a sort of Mother Nature fuck bunny rabbit, but women aren't built like that these days. Feminism and all that crap."

The man who was going to wait for Bill guffawed at that and tucked his arm into his scoop. He was of medium stature, sixty-five I'd guesswork, and somewhat heavy. His spectacled aspect below a bald pate was jowly and his paunch hung over his belt a bit. I learned later his name was Harold."A mother Nature fuck bunny girl,"he repeated."I like that, flyer. I think this guy is OK."

The other man, slight of form and also balding with a Charles Grey trimmed beard, picked up on this."I don't know, Harold. Can we trust this guy ? What do you consider, placard ?"

Bill looked at me carefully again."What's your name ?"he asked.

"It's Phillip,"I said."I live over in Lyndhurst, and I'm a retired college professor. I go out on the bike around the county because I have a heart term and have to exercise."I scuffed in the parting a bit."Besides, I like riding the bike and I like to explore new seat, hide places, only this time I got myself in a jam."I looked up at Bill."What are you going to do with me ?"

Bill looked over at the other two. Harold nodded, a leer on his face. The other one with the face fungus frowned and shook his head slightly."Can we swear him ?"he asked.

flier looked at me and back to Slim."I don't know,"he said slowly,"but he sounds like he could be one of us. But there's an light way to find out. We have a muffin here now, so let's get Phillip on camera doing her, fucking her and beating her tits. Then he can't go the cops without implicating himself, can he ?"

I found later they liked calling the daughter they abducted"muffin ”. The muffin on the litter started to moan and roll her center under the lids."She's coming out of the anesthetic agent. We have to hurry,"said Slim, whose public figure I found later was Alastair.

Bill turned to me."Are you in ?"he asked shortly with a aim stare.

"And if I don't do this ?"I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"We'll have to allot with you, won't we ?"said beak.

Harold on the other position of the fence scuffed the ground with his toe and said,"We've had to do it before, but it's no fun."Looking at me, he said,"If you really want to do grime hooey in the woods, show us. Now."

I nodded. I had all the answers and all the motive I needed .