Yeah. Yeah it is.

You are jostled awake by the man who fucked you last night. He is saying something to you but you don’t really understand him, still groggy from everything that has gone on in the last few days.

“-so I’ll say it one more time. Im going to ungag you. If you scream, you’ll be gagged again. Otherwise you can get some food in your stomach”. At the mentioning of actual food your stomach roars loudly and your mouth salivates. Gently he cuts off the massive cock gag. As he removes it from your throat he lets out a whistle, “well damn girl. No wonder you passed out, this thing must have been in your stomach!”

Not sure if he is okay with you talking you just nod your head. And try to act nonchalant about still being handcuffed in a strangers cabin, naked, and sore from being pounded.

He looks you curiously, “so now that you can speak. Where’s the keys to the cuffs? I’m sorry I had to cut your gag but, girl. I wouldn’t have been able to understand anything.”

Hesitantly you respond, “umm. I don’t have a key…”

“What do you mean? Your saying you were just running around the woods at night, naked, gagged, with a single hand cuffed. Then wandered into someone’s cabin trying to rob them?”

“Well no… I snuck in here looking to find a way to remove the gag… my neighbor kidnapped me and was going to **** me… but i guess you beat him to it. I escaped one man to end up with another.”

He looks at you like he doesn't believe you, “wait. You were kidnapped and escaped?” He flips on his small tv to the news and sees if there’s any articles or anything about a missing person. “How old are you?”

“I’m 19… home from college for the summer. My parents are out of town right now so it’s just my brother and I at home… he’s prolly partying it up and won’t realize I’ve been missing for a day already. Will you take me home?”

The man looks at you and you can clearly see conflicting emotions cross his mind.

“Here’s some breakfast. I’ll have to spoon it to you since I don’t have a way to break those cuffs. We will need to figure something out.

He spoons you some oatmeal and it tastes amazing. All the running and fear and fucking has you exhausted. After you finish eating the man sets about tidying the cabin up and looks like he’s preparing to leave.

You stand there trying to be out of the way as you sit on the end of the bed hands cuffed behind you.

His eyes linger on you, “you know you are super hot right? Like mad win a factory type hot.”

You don’t like where this is going, “I’ve been told that before…”

“Well my time at this cabin is up, another group of hunters will be here in about twelve hours. You can come with me back to my place where I will treat you right. Or I can leave you here and let them deal with you. Choice is yours”.

“What do you mean by ‘treat me right’ you won’t take me home?”

“Not a chance. I won’t miss an opportunity to have a smoke show live in maid. You’ll be mine. But again, I won’t hurt you. You’d enjoy it, if last night was any indicator”.

You ponder over his words they do sound enticing…