Chapter 04, The cabin door slammed?

For several minutes Shaggy was pounding her ever harder as she asked. Then he lowered himself so he could reach for her tits. He grabbed them and then told her “It’s time I serve your favorite dessert.” He came hard in her pussy.

“Oh, Creampie. Yes, I LOVE THIS!” She screamed as she came on his cock.

A minute later the cabin door slammed closed.

“Hello” a cultured voice was heard asking.

Mindy turned to look at him.

It was clear that Shaggy had a choice.

Or did he?

Mindy’s eyes told him there was only one move to make. Forget about any possible people watching them. She wanted fucking.

Shaggy knew he really only had one choice he could live with. That voice had sounded full of worry and fear. It was not some voyeur sneaking a look at their passion. And Shaggy was not one ignore that.

“Hello?” The voice came again. “Anybody there to help?”

Shaggy separated from Mindy. “Mindy, somebody needs help. You know how we are here about that.”

Mindy did know. She just was not happy with the timing at all. But she knew. And to be honest, she liked to help as much as the next person. She started separating their clothes. “We’ll be right there.”

A few minutes later they were both dressed and in the front room.

Standing in front of them was a red head. She looked like she belonged more in a fashion boutique than standing in a cabin in the hills of California.

The three stared at each other.

Shaggy spoke first. “Like, I am Shaggy. This is Mindy.”

“I am Daphne.” She took a closer look at them. Shaggy was a thin, lanky male with dark hair. his outfit was not at all stylish. More rumpled. But it worked for him. Mindy on the other hand was dressed in better clothes. Nothing fancy. Or in fact likely to have seen the inside of a store recently. Oddly enough, they too were rather rumpled.

Perhaps she should feel a little guilty for interrupting something. Then she remembered. Daphne took a deep breath to center herself. “Normally I’d apologize for burst in like this or say it was nice to meet you. But I have a big problem. A bunch of scary guys are after me.”

“Where is that slut? Let’s find her and use her. Its why we are here after all.”

Mindy glared at that. She hated guys like that with a passion.

“Oh god. They will find us.” Daphne cried out.

Mindy glared. “Them.”

She nodded.

Shaggy started to frown.

“Look, a cabin. If she’s not in there, some other slut probably is.”

Daphne could not believe her parents ever trusted these people.

Mindy turned to her. “Shaggy is the best at improv. He can easily bluff and confuse them.”

“Well…”

“I know” Mindy interrupted. “You usually have Scooby with you and you are used to team performances. But we both know you are not going to let that happen.” She waved her hand in the general direction of the voices.

Shaggy nodded. “That is right.” He turned to Daphne. “Can you trust me?”

“You have not tried to grab me, rip my clothes off and use me like some free use sex toy, so you are far easier to trust than them.”

“Okay. No matter what I say or do, do not react. Mindy. Take her into your room. Hide her someplace men would not want to look.”

“You got it.” Mindy took Daphne into the back room. She moved a few things around to create a quick hiding space. “Quick, duck behind here.”

Daphne did.

Mindy, grabbed some clothes, then tosses her bedding on top. It occurred to her that it was still soaked with the sweat of her sex with Shaggy. Then it occurred to her that it made the illusion that it was just a pile of dirty laundry even more convincing. Then she quickly put on fresh bedding. Then Mindy also hid.

The stage was set just in time.

The cabin door was kicked in three moments later.

In came three men. And most surprisingly, a woman. They were all dressed in a preppy fashion. Stuff Shaggy would only be caught dead in. but only if they were about to bury him in them. These were clothes they were not worn in, comfortable. More like they were pressed this morning. Not meant to be lived in.

The sight that met them had them wondering exactly was in the local air.

For one thing, they knew they were in a cabin. One located in what they would, if they bothered trying to be polite, was a hippie commune. Not a place they would usually go. But they thought they knew enough about the area to take that spoiled brat someplace around here and teach her her place in society.

What they expected was not what they were looking at.

The walls still showed that rustic cabin feel. But that was the extent of it. It looked more like an office than they had any right to expect, or expectation for that manner. There was a desk with a chair behind it. There was assign on the wall behind that that said “S.S.S.” and had a picture of a man in a Sherlock Homes outfit with his magnifying glass out. He was following footprints that led to a naked girl hiding behind a bed.

In that chair was a thin man with a very slight beard. His outfit you would also never have expected in this place. While not exactly copying any particular detective costume, it somehow reminded the three of every detective. He was reading something when they all came in. “Afternoon gentleman. Can I help you?”

Daphne listened from her hiding place. She knew it was an act. But she almost believed it.

“Yes. We are looking for someone.”

“Finding people is our specialty at the Slut Seekers Service. All the better if it is a slut we are looking for.”

“Oh she’s a slut alright.”

Daphne was amazed that she did not just jump up and attack them. Instead she demonstrated self control nobody who knew her would believe she had. She stayed put and waited.

Shaggy took their response and almost literally ran with it. “Great. Then the Slut Seekers Service can help you. Our motto is ‘Sex is too fun to let her run from it’.”

“Too right.”

Shaggy also was exercising massive self restraint. Their behavior challenged everything he truly believed. But he could not allow himself to give the reaction that they deserved. He could not even allow himself the dramatic sigh he wanted. So he just got on with it. “Let’s get seeking.” He left the cabin.

“But she came in here!” one of them exclaimed.

Shaggy shook his head sadly. “And now you see why you need the professionals. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. She opened the door, closed it just hard enough to be suspicious, and ran off into the woods.”

“Really? They do that?”

“More often than you believe. Can you describe our target? Would not want to trap the wrong one.”

“Can there be such thing as the wrong slut to fuck?” One asked.

We promised Megan we would help you take Daphne tonight.” The other said.

The female nodded at this.

“Teach her her role in life was to please men.” The second answered.

“She had her chance.” the third announced. “She would not accept her family setting us up for marriage. She obviously has no standards and will accept cum from anybody. Our target is Daphne Blake. She is a thin red head with small breasts and is weird. She is always doing weird stuff.”

“She was never demure.” The last of them spoke. She continued. “Or successful in a respectable way. She refused the Blake mold. So we need to break her and reshape her into the proper mold for a Blake.”

“Well I will not be the one marrying her anymore.”

Shaggy led them deeper into the woods. Choosing path after path. It was as if he was absolutely certain he knew where Daphne was. Finally he reached a clearing. “Why you want her so much if you decided you did not want merry her.”

Her frustrated would be date all but growled. “Because she needed to be fucked so that she would stop her attitudes. Maybe some **** man would have pity and marry her then.”

Shaggy had moved away quietly. Once out of the clearing, he turned the light off and hid. The bastard spoke of pity. It would be the only pity he had that he did not try to lure them into a truly dangerous fate. Often since meeting them he thought they deserved it.

It took a few minutes for them to notice Shaggy was gone.

And so was the Blake girl that had travelled with them.

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With Shaggy having ditched the abusive group in the woods, we should check in on Daphne.

We left her under a pile of sex soaked laundry hiding as a group of people came in and were led out. Frankly she was amazed that the distraction worked. She had always heard that some men were stupid when they had sex on the brain, but this was just crazy.

Mindy waited a few minutes, then made a slight noise.

Nobody came charging in.

Mindy stood up. “Okay they are gone.”

“Good. Now I need go get help.”

“Daphne, we were told to stay until he got back.”

Daphne has a choice. Does she stay or does she go?

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