Chapter 2

It felt like they were devouring me with their eyes. "Hmmmm ... I wonder what we should have her do next." Chris and Joe discussed in front of me as if I wasn't even there. I could tell they were treating me like the fly caught in a web and they wanted to take their time, just to mess with me. They made me stand in the middle of a patch of long field grass that had been trampled down, probably by a heard of sleeping deer. The area couldn't have been more than 15'x15'. I was just so cold. I'm naked and I'm chilled to the bone. I stood there with one arm trying to cover both breasts, my legs are squeezed as close together as possible, with the other hand held in front of my groin to shield it from their perverted eyes. I couldn't keep from shaking if my life depended on it. In the north, even in the summers when the high gets in the 80's and 90's during the day, the low can get into the 60's, 50's and even the 40's at night. I know it's not quite that cold, but I'm freezing, which adds a whole other element to my torture.

I wasn't past begging so I interrupted their debate. "Please can I put my clothes back on, just to warm up?"

Chris and Joe responded first with surprised looks that I had the audacity to even speak, which was immediately followed by snickers.

"What about if I promise not to fight? Or how about I won't scream? I'll do whatever you tell me."

Joe was the first to reply. "Oh, I think we got you pretty good under control as it is, Sarah. You're not screamin' now."

Chris interrupted. "I'll make a deal with you. Let's play another game and I'll let you win back each piece of clothing." Joe looked at him as if he's nuts. "But you can't have your panties. That's ours now." I don't care what he wanted me to do. I needed to win back my top and jeans. Plus I figured I had more of a fighting chance of getting through this evening untouched by these assholes if I were clothed.

"You're gonna perform for us." Chris walked toward me. "You can have your pants back, but you gotta masturbate for it." He closed in on me, circling me like a predator, dragging his rough, calloused hand lightly over my smooth, unblemished skin as he talked. I remained still. "Touch yourself..." he said in a low voice with his lips next to my ear, "stick your fingers in your pussy until you cum." What?!?! "And we need to hear sound effects plus proof that you got wet."

They told me to lie down and I did. I wasn't about to disobey when Chris still had his gun and Joe was holding his big hunting knife. If I'm going to earn back my clothing,