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Otis stood up and walked around Trudy. "Well now ain't that something? You out camping in my woods with a fucking step father you hate, dressed like a little fucking slut, silk panties and all!" Trudy gasped and shook with fear as Otis ran the knife down the back of her shoulder blades. "Take off that top and hand it to me!" Otis bellowed from behind her.

Trudy jumped. Her hands trembled and her heart raced as she reached for the bottom edge of her tank top. All she knew was she didn't want to die, and if giving up all her clothes to this madman kept her alive, she would do it. She pulled the top up over her midriff slowly, then bent slightly forward and pulled the top off over her head. She was sobbing hysterically now as Otis continued to circle her like a wild animal, ready to pounce on her. She handed Otis her top, almost dropping it in the process she was trembling so bad.

Otis toyed with Trudy some more as he ran the knife point around the small of her back, and underneath her panties down the crack of her ass. He circled around to the front of her again. This time he toyed with her nipples as he lifted each one up with the knife blade, and gently sucked and licked them. "Very nice, Trudy. Now take those panties off, and hand them to me. It's time to get a good look at your slut box. Let's see if you're a real blonde."

Trudy hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them down over her hips, and to the floor. She stepped out of them and handed them to Otis. Now she stood before Otis completely naked. she held her hands crossed in front of her soft, blonde mound. "Drop your hands, Trudy" ordered Otis. Trudy dropped her hands. Otis put a hand on Trudy's cunt mound. He slid his hand down between her legs and felt the roundness of her soft labia, then wiggled a finger up into her moist slit.

Trudy gasped as she felt Otis' large calloused finger enter her. He worked it in and out of her, causing her to suddenly moan with pleasure. Then his finger hit her most prized possession, her hymen. Otis looked up at her, surprise written all over his face as he smiled that all too familiar evil grin.

"So my little wood nymph isn't a slut after all. You're a fucking virgin! Now ain't that something? A fucking virgin in this day and age!" Otis laughed like a man possessed.

All of a sudden, the front door burst open. Two dark figures stood there in silence. One was slumped heavily on the shoulder of the other.

Trudy screamed.

Otis looked up, smiled and said...