No, this story is not about groupie cataplasm casters at a glam rock concert getting the cock and clump in plaster of a rock star they fucked. Nor is it about going backstage at a theatrical performance operation of a highly intimate shimmer, although elements of such dramatic event are in this story.

It was a simple-minded signboard in the woods,"offstage Pass ”. I had cycled to the end of a woodland trail, an old runway bed, and found a logic gate blocking the track, presumably erected there by a property proprietor jealous of his privacy. The gate was flanked by prickly wire fencing that stretched away into the mixed hardwood bush on both face as far as the eye could see.

However, off to the right wing of the gate, nailed to a sapling, was the sign of the zodiac :"Backstage flip ”. Intriguing. Mysterious. Beside the sapling was a lead : narrow, overgrown, and covered with fall leaves, but a discernible trail. Was this another way into the private dimension of the gate possessor, a privileged opening into a special mankind buried deep in the rolling hardwood vale ? Was the"toss"like a mountain strait, a gap in the rooftree of kingdom covered with forest that ran away from the bike trail on both slope, a pass that led to something magical ?

It was too much for my curious nature. I mounted my bike and set off on the lead through the Grant Wood. For a way, it ran parallel to the barbed wire fence along the vale. But the estate began to uprise, and I was forced off the wheel and into a steep pass up the winding path, slipping on the wet leaves, around tree diagram and through gaps and over stone covered with moss.

A tortuous descent to the valley floor led me back to the fence again, and there on the early side was a clutch of trivial buildings. Two cabins of rough board, one big than the other, faced each other at angles across a monotonous open blank space. Behind the building were two earth-closet, also of jolty planks. Set in the hill behind the buildings were broad wooden plank that served as seats. It was a little dramatics in the wood.

Intrigued, I leaned my bike against a tree and took photograph of the buildings beyond the fence with my cell phone. Then I heard the voices.

I froze, listening. Men's vox, coming from up on the ridge beyond the buildings, getting louder. If I retreated up the rooftree behind me, they would surely spot me. I grabbed the bicycle and wheeled it into a cedar thicket near the fence, laying it flat in the understood acerate leaf on the basis. Crouching behind an old oak at the edge of the cedar copse, I could see the minuscule construction clearly.

Into the clearing came two men carrying between them a canvas bedding like the single used for wilderness rescue when person has broken a leg and needs to be carried out to safety. Strapped to the bedding was a female child of about eighteen with longsighted brownish wavy fuzz and dressed in a navy blueing track suit. She was asleep, or unconscious mind, hard to say which. She certainly was not moving, eyes 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 least twice before the sun goes down and we have to take her back and dump her."

"Yeah, serious design,"agreed the former one."We won't even wait for Bill to get back."He guffawed and started to unlace the shoulder strap that held the girl to the litter.

I had just started to swear out the fact that there was another man out there, Bill, when a twig snapped behind me. I whirled around to find the gag of an automatic pistol pistol pointed at my face. Behind the gun was the grizzled face of a man about my age, sixtyish, tall, well built and well dressed in outdoor wear, but grievous 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, bank bill ?"the one asked who wasn't going to hold back 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 other two also had weapon system pointed at me."Okay,"said Bill."Start talking. Who are you and why are you here ? ”.

I was scared and could see no gunpoint in trying to make up a narrative to bluff my way out."I'm a bicycler, out for some exercise, that's all,"I said, making eye contact lens with Bill so he could see how sincere I was."I saw that planetary house,"Backstage Pass ”, and took the trail just to see where it led. I didn't mean to intrude. 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 inquiry, and again I felt that honesty was the entirely way I was going to get out of this. I dug deep into my head, took a intimation, and said,"Out here in the Wood, away from prying eyes, 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 charwoman in a piddling cabin like that."I nodded to the cabin across the fence.

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

I knew then that I was on the right track, 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 kitty, then fuck her again. I'd take lots of telecasting so I could have lots of good wanks when I got home."

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

"Practical problem,"I answered."I don't know anyone who would help me kidnap her and I don't know what I would do with her afterward. I wouldn't want to kill her to shut her up. It would be dainty if she liked it and wanted to keep doing it, a kind of Mother Nature fuck bunny, but women aren't built like that these Day. feminist movement and all that crap."

The man who was going to hold off for Bill guffawed at that and tucked his weapon into his sack. He was of culture medium height, sixty-five I'd surmisal, and somewhat stoutness. His bespectacled face below a bald pate was jowly and his belly hung over his belt a bit. I learned later his epithet was Harold."A female parent Nature fuck bunny,"he repeated."I like that, pecker. I think this guy is OK."

The other man, slight of build and also balding with a grey trimmed beard, picked up on this."I don't know, Harold. Can we hope this guy ? What do you think, billhook ?"

Federal Reserve note 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 wheel around the county because I have a centre condition and have to exercise."I scuffed in the leaves a bit."Besides, I like riding the bike and I like to explore new post, hidden places, only this time I got myself in a jam."I looked up at Bill."What are you going to do with me ?"

peak looked over at the other two. Harold nodded, a leer on his nerve. The other one with the beard frowned and shook his head slightly."Can we trust him ?"he asked.

Bill 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 wanton way to line up out. We have a muffin here now, so let's get Phillip on tv camera doing her, fucking her and beating her tits. Then he can't go the cop without implicating himself, can he ?"

I found later they liked calling the girls they abducted"gem ”. The muffin on the bedding started to moan and roll her heart under the chapeau."She's coming out of the anesthetic. We have to hurry,"said Slim, whose gens I found later was Alastair.

notice turned to me."Are you in ?"he asked shortly with a head stare.

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

"We'll have to contend with you, won't we ?"said Bill.

Harold on the former side 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 need to do dirty hooey in the Mrs. Henry Wood, show us. Now."

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