The Redneck Carries Her to His Cabin Deep in the Woods

Katie got part of her answer when he scooped her up in his arms. Holding her tightly, he carried her off the road and into the woods.

Katie closed her eyes and tried not to think of her pain, her feelings of disgust, or her nervousness. The man was very strong, and easily carried her. Chained and gagged as she was, she could do nothing to prevent it. The only thing she could hope was that he might, at some point, free her.

Katie had no idea how long the man carried her, or how far. Suddenly, they stopped. The man put her down. Katie opened her eyes. It was still dark. She couldn't be sure, but estimated the time was somewhere around one o'clock in the morning. In front of her was a small,run-down cabin. It was dark and scary.

"Like it?" the drunken redneck said. "It ain't much, but it's home. I think we'll have a lot of fun here."

The man pressed his body up against hers, which, among other things, pushed the dildo a little further up her butt. Katie gasped as she felt it slide deeper into her body. Then the man was squeezing and fondling her breasts. Once again, he ended his crude breast play by squeezing her nipple clamps. Once again, Katie screamed.

"Eager to get at it?" the man said. "I don't blame you. So am I." He opened the cabin's front door, then led Katie inside.

Inside, the cabin was small and crowded, with very crude furniture and a rough wooden floor. A single small bulb over the cheap bed cast a dim light that, frankly, illuminated almost nothing.

Katie waited, hoping the man would have a change of heart, knowing she could do nothing to stop him from doing anything he wanted.