No, this story is not about groupie plaster caster at a glam rock concert getting the cock and nut in plaster of a rock music star they fucked. Nor is it about going backstage at a histrionics performance of a highly intimate gaming, although factor of such drama are in this story.

It was a elementary mansion in the Natalie Wood,"Backstage laissez passer ”. I had cycled to the end of a woodland track, an old rail bed, and found a gate blocking the trail, presumably erected there by a place owner jealous of his privateness. The logic gate was flanked by barbed wire fencing material that stretched away into the mixed hardwood George Walker Bush on both sides as far as the eye could see.

However, off to the right of the gate, nailed to a sapling, was the foretoken :"Backstage passing game ”. Intriguing. Mysterious. Beside the sapling was a trail : narrow, overgrown, and covered with autumn foliage, but a discernable trail. Was this another way into the individual property of the gate possessor, a privileged orifice into a special world buried mystifying in the rolling hardwood vales ? Was the"bye"like a mountain pass, a gap in the ridge of commonwealth covered with forest that ran away from the cycle trail on both sides, a pass that led to something magical ?

It was too a good deal for my rum nature. I mounted my bike and set off on the lead through the woods. For a way, it ran parallel to the barbed wire fencing along the valley. But the land began to rise, and I was forced off the bike and into a outrageous walk up the voluminous way, slipping on the wet leaves, around trees and through gaps and over rocks covered with moss.

A tortuous blood line to the valley flooring led me back to the fencing again, and there on the other side was a clutch of piffling edifice. Two cabins of rough planks, one larger than the other, faced each other at angle across a matted open space. Behind the buildings were two outhouses, also of raspy planks. Set in the J. J. Hill behind the building were broad wooden planks that served as rump. It was a little dramaturgy in the woods.

Intrigued, I leaned my bike against a Tree and took photograph of the construction beyond the fence with my cell sound. Then I heard the voices.

I froze, listening. Men's voices, coming from up on the ridge beyond the buildings, getting louder. If I retreated up the ridge behind me, they would surely spot me. I grabbed the bike and wheeled it into a true cedar thicket near the fence, laying it monotonic in the silent phonograph needle on the ground. Crouching behind an old oak at the edge of the cedar copse, I could see the little buildings clearly.

Into the clearing came two men carrying between them a canvas litter like the one used for wild saving when soul has broken a leg and needs to be carried out to rubber. Strapped to the bedding was a young woman of about 18 with retentive brown wavy hair and dressed in a navy downhearted track suit. She was asleep, or unconscious, toilsome to say which. She certainly was not moving, centre closed, but I heard the occasional groan 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 pack her back and dump her."

"Yeah, good plan,"agreed the other one."We won't even wait for Bill to get back."He guffawed and started to unlace the straps that held the girlfriend to the litter.

I had just started to process the fact that there was another man out there, vizor, when a twig snapped behind me. I whirled around to notice the muzzle of an automatic handgun pointed at my font. Behind the gun was the whine face of a man about my age, sixtyish, magniloquent, well built and well dressed in outdoor vesture, but sober 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, banker's bill ?"the one asked who wasn't going to hold off for Bill.

"A snooper,"said neb shortly and waved the gun bbl 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 artillery pointed at me."OK,"said Bill."starting time talking. Who are you and why are you here ? ”.

I was scared and could see no point in trying to establish up a narration to bluff out my way out."I'm a cyclist, out for some physical exertion, that's all,"I said, making eye contact with poster so he could see how sincere I was."I saw that signboard,"Backstage passport ”, and took the trail just to see where it led. I didn't mean to pry. I was just scared when I heard you coming so I took cover."

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

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

invoice stared at me for a long moment, then lowered his weapon system as he raised his brow."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 good."Oh, anything I wanted, I guess. I'd tie her up and fuck her, then whip her knocker and pussy, then fuck her again. I'd take band of video so I could have fortune of unspoilt jerking off 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 nice if she liked it and wanted to keep doing it, a kind of female parent Nature fuck bunny girl, but charwoman 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 weapon into his air hole. He was of medium height, 65 I'd supposition, and somewhat overweight. His spectacled face below a bald pate was jowly and his paunch hung over his knock a bit. I learned later his name was Harold."A female parent Nature fuck bunny girl,"he repeated."I like that, Bill. I think this guy is OK."

The other man, slight of human body and also balding with a grey trimmed beard, picked up on this."I don't know, Harold. Can we trust this guy ? What do you cerebrate, Bill ?"

notice looked at me carefully again."What's your epithet ?"he asked.

"It's Phillip,"I said."I live over in Lyndhurst, and I'm a hit the sack college prof. I go out on the motorcycle around the county because I have a heart condition and have to exercise."I scuffed in the folio a bit."Besides, I like riding the bicycle and I like to research new stead, hidden piazza, only this metre I got myself in a jam."I looked up at banker's bill."What are you going to do with me ?"

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

placard 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 easy way to find out. We have a muffin here now, so let's get Phillip on television camera doing her, fucking her and beating her mamilla. Then he can't go the cop without implicating himself, can he ?"

I found later they liked calling the lady friend they abducted"gem ”. The muffin on the litter started to moan and wave her eyes under the lids."She's coming out of the anesthetic. We have to speed,"said Slim, whose figure I found later was Alastair.

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

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

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

Harold on the other English of the fence scuffed the basis 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 require to do dirty stuff in the Natalie Wood, show us. Now."

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