She looked unarmed. "STOP!" he ordered using his falsely deepened authoritative voice. It was a girl, Young, maybe late teens, battered and dirty. Likely half his age. "My parents are dead." So was much of the World's population. The end had come swiftly. But a girl, out here, alone? He couldn't help himself.
The Kaiser family could not have known that the purchase of a cabin on Black Bear Mountain would result in sexual slavery for the three of them. But how could they escape?
What do you call four girls lined up on a platform getting their asses fucked while another two kneel and take care of the cocksucking, ball-licking and asshole-tonguing chores and two more with big boobs get their butts spanked with rubber paddle fins? Well you certainly don't call it a plot. Katie calls it a stroke story (as she makes that universal motion for jacking off with her thumb and fingers in the shape of an O) and suggests you male readers have some tissue nearby to catch your wads.