No, this story is not about groupie sticking plaster castor at a glam rock concert getting the cock and orb in plasterwork of a rock virtuoso they fucked. Nor is it about going backstage at a theatrical performance of a highly sexual play, although elements of such drama are in this story.

It was a simple signal in the woods,"Backstage straits ”. I had cycled to the end of a woodland trail, an old rail bed, and found a gate blocking the lead, presumably erected there by a place owner jealous of his privacy. The gate was flanked by barbed wire fencing that stretched away into the mixed hardwood shrub on both sides as far as the eye could see.

However, off to the right of the gate, nailed to a sapling, was the augury :"Backstage passport ”. Intriguing. Mysterious. Beside the sapling was a trail : narrow, overgrow, and covered with autumn leaves, but a discernible track. Was this another way into the private property of the logic gate owner, a privileged chess opening into a special world buried recondite in the rolling hardwood vales ? Was the"pass"like a mountain crack, a gap in the ridges of ground covered with forest that ran away from the bike lead on both sides, a passing play that led to something sorcerous ?

It was too much for my rummy nature. I mounted my bike and set off on the track through the woods. For a way, it ran parallel to the barbed wire fencing along the vale. But the kingdom began to rise, and I was forced off the motorcycle and into a steep walk of life up the hoist path, slipping on the wet leaves, around trees and through gaps and over rocks covered with moss.

A tortuous extraction to the valley storey led me back to the fence again, and there on the early side was a clutch of little buildings. Two cabins of rough planks, one great than the other, faced each early at slant across a matt open place. Behind the edifice were two outhouse, also of rough planks. Set in the hill behind the buildings were broad wooden planks that served as seats. It was a little theatre in the woods.

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

I froze, listening. Men's vocalism, coming from up on the ridge beyond the edifice, getting louder. If I retreated up the ridgeline behind me, they would surely spy me. I grabbed the motorcycle and wheeled it into a cedar copse near the fence, laying it matt in the silent needles on the dry land. Crouching behind an old oak at the edge of the cedar copse, I could see the little building clearly.

Into the clarification came two men carrying between them a canvass litter like the unity used for wilderness rescue when person has broken a leg and needs to be carried out to safety. Strapped to the bedding was a girl of about eighteen with long brown wavy hair's-breadth and dressed in a US Navy depressed runway causa. She was asleep, or unconscious, tough 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 interior and stripped,"one said."I want to do her at least twice before the sun goes down and we have to get her spinal column and dump her."

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

I had just started to process the fact that there was another man out there, poster, when a twig snapped behind me. I whirled around to observe the gun muzzle of an automatic pistol pointed at my face. Behind the gun was the yawp expression of a man about my age, sixtyish, tall, well built and well dressed in outdoor habiliment, but severe 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 fencing.

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

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

When I got there, I found the other two also had weapon pointed at me."okey,"said Federal Reserve note."first talking. Who are you and why are you here ? ”.

I was scared and could see no point in time in trying to make up a tarradiddle to bluff out my way out."I'm a cyclist, out for some drill, that's all,"I said, making eye contact with invoice so he could see how solemn I was."I saw that sign,"Backstage crack ”, 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 beneficial inquiry, and again I felt that satin flower was the simply way I was going to get out of this. I dug deep into my psyche, took a breath, 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 phantasy about what I would do to a womanhood in a little cabin like that."I nodded to the cabin across the fence.

circular stared at me for a tenacious 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 true."Oh, anything I wanted, I guess. I'd tie her up and fuck her, then whip her tits and pussy, then fuck her again. I'd take lots of video so I could have lots of full jacking 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 abduct her and I don't know what I would do with her afterward. I wouldn't want to pour down her to shut her up. It would be nice 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 circular guffawed at that and tucked his weapon into his sac. He was of metier height, sixty-five I'd supposition, and somewhat heavy. His bespectacled face below a bald pate was jowly and his paunch hung over his belted ammunition a bit. I learned later his epithet was Harold."A Mother Nature fuck bunny,"he repeated."I like that, Bill. I think this guy is OK."

The other man, rebuff of build and also balding with a Lady Jane Grey trimmed beard, picked up on this."I don't know, Harold. Can we trust this guy ? What do you retrieve, beak ?"

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 crawl in college professor. I go out on the cycle around the county because I have a heart condition and have to exercise."I scuffed in the leafage a bit."Besides, I like riding the wheel and I like to explore new spot, hidden topographic point, only this metre I got myself in a jam."I looked up at Bill."What are you going to do with me ?"

invoice looked over at the other two. Harold nodded, a leer on his face. The former one with the beard frowned and shook his pass slightly."Can we bank 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 easily way to find out. We have a gem here now, so let's get Phillip on photographic camera doing her, fucking her and beating her tits. Then he can't go the fuzz without implicating himself, can he ?"

I found later they liked calling the girls they abducted"muffins ”. The gem on the bedding material started to groan and revolve her eyes under the lids."She's coming out of the anesthetic. We have to hurry,"said Slim, whose name I found later was Alastair.

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

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

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

Harold on the other 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 want to do dirty poppycock in the woods, show us. Now."

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