Nothing around you

You wake up, drool coating the side of your head that was on the dirt. You slowly reach up to remove the gag and after a few moments of fumbling with it you realize there’s a small lock on the back… you could probably cut the rubbery band around your head but you need a knife of sorts. the handcuff is still on your wrist and you are cold. It’s a cool morning and your nap in the dirt has your nipples extremely hard. You try to gain your bearings but you’ve never been out in the woods. Your parents always said you can’t go out in the woods so you never did.

You get up, light headed due to a lack of oxygen. And begin walking in the direction you think is home… you stumble on a cabin in the woods, it’s nice looking although very much secluded. You don’t even see a road leading to it… maybe a hunters cabin?

You sneak up towards the cabin and see smoke climbing out of the chimney. Someone must be here. Carefully you sneak onto the small porch, there are two rocking chairs sitting on either side of the door near a large window. You peek up over the side of the window and can’t see anyone. It’s dimly lit inside, but it looks warm and inviting.

Gently you grab the door and find it’s unlocked. Yes! You sneak inside and give your eyes a moment to adjust to the sun light. Still you see no one so you go over to the kitchenette area (it’s a tiny cabin) and start looking for a knife. You have got to get this gag out of your throat. As you frantically search you fail to hear the door open behind you. You hear the the sound of a shotgun being cocked and freeze.

A calm yet authoritative voice speaks to you, “hands up where I can see them. Do not turn at all. Do not turn your head or you. Will. Be. Shot.” He emphasizes the last few words causing you to yelp and throw your hands straight up. The cuffs on your left wrist clatter as you try to control your breathing. Your nipples are painfully erect (because you are cold. Obviously) and your pussy feels very warm despite the cool air.

You hear his footfalls approach, “slowly place your hands on your back and cuff yourself”. You do as you are told and still looking straight forward you hear the metallic cuffs ‘click’. Trapped. Again.

“Bend over the table there. All the way,” you comply. “That’s a good girl, keep looking forward at the wall. Left your right leg up onto the table as well”. It takes you a moment but you are able to stick you leg on the table that you are bent over on. Your ass and pussy are on full display and you are looking forward with your throat still invaded. “Good. Stay just like that. Do not move”.

You hear the butt of the shotgun being placed on the floor. If there was a moment to escape this might be it.