No, this narrative is not about groupie plaster caster at a glam sway concert getting the cock and balls in plaster of a rock star they fucked. Nor is it about going offstage at a theatrical performance of a highly sexual play, although elements of such dramatic play are in this story.

It was a childlike sign in the woods,"Backstage walk ”. I had cycled to the end of a timber trail, an old rail bed, and found a logic gate blocking the trail, presumably erected there by a holding owner jealous of his privacy. The gate was flanked by barbed conducting wire fencing that stretched away into the mixed hardwood Vannevar Bush on both sides as far as the eye could see.

However, off to the right of the logic gate, nailed to a sapling, was the sign :"offstage Pass ”. Intriguing. Mysterious. Beside the sapling was a track : narrow down, overgrow, and covered with autumn leaf, but a discernible lead. Was this another way into the private property of the gate owner, a privileged opening into a special public buried thick in the rolling hardwood vales ? Was the"pass"like a heap passing play, a gap in the ridges of land covered with woodland that ran away from the bike trail on both side, a pass that led to something sorcerous ?

It was too a great deal for my curious nature. I mounted my bike and set off on the trail through the Grant Wood. For a way, it ran parallel to the barbed wire fence along the vale. But the land began to rise, and I was forced off the bike and into a steep walk up the winding path, slipping on the wet leaves, around Tree and through gaps and over rock and roll covered with moss.

A tortuous descent to the valley floor led me back to the fence again, and there on the other side was a clutch of footling edifice. Two cabins of uncut planks, one expectant than the other, faced each other at slant across a flat open outer space. Behind the buildings were two outhouses, also of rough board. Set in the hill behind the buildings were broad wooden planks that served as seats. It was a little field of operations in the woods.

Intrigued, I leaned my bicycle against a tree and took pic of the edifice beyond the fence with my cellular phone phone. Then I heard the voices.

I froze, listening. Men's voices, coming from up on the rooftree beyond the construction, getting louder. If I retreated up the rooftree behind me, they would surely spot me. I grabbed the bike and wheeled it into a cedar coppice near the fencing, laying it flat in the mute needle on the footing. Crouching behind an old oak at the border of the cedar tree copse, I could see the trivial construction clearly.

Into the glade came two men carrying between them a sheet bedding material like the unity 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 18 with recollective brown wavy hair and dressed in a navy racy track suit. She was asleep, or unconscious, knockout to say which. She certainly was not moving, heart closed, but I heard the periodic 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 subscribe 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 shoulder strap that held the female child to the litter.

I had just started to march the fact that there was another man out there, eyeshade, when a twig snapped behind me. I whirled around to see the muzzle of an reflexive shooting iron pointed at my nerve. Behind the gun was the grizzled font of a man about my age, sixtyish, tall, well built and well dressed in outdoor clothing, but serious 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, notice ?"the one asked who wasn't going to wait for card.

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

When I got there, I found the former two also had weapons pointed at me."Okay,"said poster."Start talking. Who are you and why are you here ? ”.

I was scared and could see no point in trying to make up a narration to bluff my way out."I'm a cyclist, out for some exercise, that's all,"I said, making eye contact with Bill so he could see how sincere I was."I saw that sign,"backstage Pass ”, and took the trail just to see where it led. I didn't mean value 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 question, and again I felt that money plant was the sole way I was going to get out of this. I dug deep into my psyche, took a breathing spell, and said,"Out here in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, away from prying center, I get turned on. My libido goes into overdrive. I have all these depraved and bacchic sex phantasy about what I would do to a charwoman in a little cabin like that."I nodded to the cabin across the fence.

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

I knew then that I was on the right on track, so I kept on being honest."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 Lot of video recording so I could deliver 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 assist me abduct her and I don't know what I would do with her afterward. I wouldn't want to kill her to close her up. It would be dainty if she liked it and wanted to save doing it, a kind of Mother Nature fuck bunny, but women aren't built like that these days. women's liberation movement and all that crap."

The man who was going to wait for Bill guffawed at that and tucked his weapon into his pocket. He was of medium stature, sixty-five I'd guess, and somewhat overweight. His monocled boldness below a bald poll was jowly and his paunch hung over his belt a bit. I learned later his public figure was Harold."A mother Nature fuck bunny,"he repeated."I like that, peak. I think this guy is OK."

The former man, slight of build 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 reckon, account ?"

poster 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 kip down college prof. I go out on the bike around the county because I have a philia condition and have to exercise."I scuffed in the leaves a bit."Besides, I like riding the motorcycle and I like to explore new place, hidden billet, only this time I got myself in a jam."I looked up at Bill."What are you going to do with me ?"

visor looked over at the early two. Harold nodded, a leer on his face. The other one with the beard frowned and shook his head slightly."Can we desire 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 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 teat. Then he can't go the cops without implicating himself, can he ?"

I found later they liked calling the girlfriend they abducted"muffin ”. The muffin on the litter started to moan and cast her eyes under the palpebra."She's coming out of the anaesthetic agent. We have to hurry,"said Slim, whose name I found later was Alastair.

government note 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 sleep with the response.

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

Harold on the other side of the fencing 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 begrime stuff in the Natalie Wood, show us. Now."

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