0 comments/ 33054 views/ 1 favorites Escape for the Holiday By: 1000dreams Chapter 1 The envelope remained unopened on the table for days. It's size and origin were an intrigue. When Jeannie finally opened it she recalled the long forgotten contest and discovered that she had won the grand prize. What a surprise! The holiday season really sucks when you are single. Finally she had a legitimate excuse to get away. Recently, the pressure from her friends and family to find her a match had grown out of proportion. She understood. They were concerned, and truth be told, so was she. All the concerned feelings came from the right place, the gestures were nice and heartfelt but sometimes it was just overwhelming. It would just be easier to be away during the Christmas Season. She was now on a road trip to her destination. The adventure had begun! Earlier, she had been in a rush to leave. She had packed, confirmed her date and placed a few calls to tell friends and relatives that she would be gone for two weeks. Everyone had been surprised to hear the assurance and the joy in her voice. Jeannie was very shy; so shy, that even buying a loaf of bread at the local bakery was a torturous task. So when she had called everyone to let them know of her trip they had all been thrilled to hear such determination. She sounded like another Jeannie. She needed an adventure and a road trip would do her some good. She was already feeling the freedom that complete anonymity brings to people traveling to foreign places. She would be bold and outgoing. That's what she had promised herself and this unexpected escape from reality would be her opportunity to conquer her handicap. That decision had led her to pick the car and the road trip rather than the complementary flight that came with the free vacation. To keep the mystery she had refused to tell anybody where she was headed; this way no one would show up unannounced. There would be no one to surprise her for sure! She had taken the road early that morning and had driven all day. That was then and this is now. It starts to snow as she is making her way up the small mountain road. The snowfall is soon too dense and the roads are getting slippery by the minute. It's now too dangerous for her to drive safely. At an intersection, she notices an old sign for a small inn a few miles off the road. She turns in that direction hoping to make it before her car gets stuck in the snow. She follows the deserted road through the thick curtains of snow and advances in the darkness that is now surrounding her. Anxious, after a drive that feels like hours, she finally reaches the inn. To her relief the lights are still on. Unbeknownst to her, in the back of the building, a truck is backed-up and men are busy loading up some furniture. She notices that the parking lot is empty but the small glass lobby on the first floor of the old house has an old sign that says open. She enters and a bell chimes to signal her presence. Timidly she steps in and approaches the reception desk. She waits by the desk; no one seems to have heard her step in. She sees a bell and decides to ring it. "I have to be bold," she reminds herself. Finally, a man comes through a door behind the reception desk. "May I help you young lady?" "I... I am looking for a room for the night. I cannot drive with all the snow and I need to rest. I am also looking for some place to have something to eat tonight." "We can help you out in both cases. Do you want to step into our dining room?" "Sure... Do I need to register first?" "No, that's fine we can take care of that tomorrow." In the empty dining room she sits in a remote corner and waits for the menu to be brought to her. The man from the reception brings her a glass of wine on a tray from the kitchen. "You'll have to excuse us we were not expecting any guests until tomorrow. It will take a while to get the kitchen going. Won't you enjoy this wine while we get ready?" She smiles and accepts with a nod as the man retrieves into the kitchen. Jeannie starts to drink her wine as she waits patiently in the cozy wooden dining room. Suddenly she feels very sleepy, her vision seems to be getting blurry. As she gets up, the man comes out of the kitchen. "You won't need to prepare any food after all. I feel very sleepy all of a sudden. I think am going to skip dinner," she explains. She manages to get up to her room and falls backwards on the bed leaving the room ajar. A second man has joined the man from the reception as they walk up to the room behind her. When they see her fall on the mattress, they hold the door open. They step in and turn the light on. The room is bare and there is only a bare mattress on the floor, no linen, and no pillows. "I don't know what you put in her wine but it worked! She is out cold man!" "Take her suitcases, take everything, and help me take her cloths too." They undress her. In her drugged sleep she does not react to their touch. Shoes, pants, sweater, shirt; everything is removed slowly so as not to wake Jeannie up. "What a body! You would not know it from the way she dresses... She is hot!" "Hurry, we don't have time!" Says the man from the reception. She moves in her sleep. They stop for a second and soon start again. She is only wearing her bra and panties now. "Take everything off" "Everything?" "Yes, we'll leave her here without a stitch of cloth. It will be days before she will venture out in the buff" The first man unsnaps her braw and soon she is topless. "Hhhh..." Jeannie lets go of a small moan of comfort when her cleavage is released. The second man approaches the bed to remove her panties. He kneels at the foot of the bed his armed stretched out to pull the elastic of her garment down. She moves again and as she does so she grabs one of his arms between her thighs. He does not move. Is she awake? No. Yet he is trapped, his hand now squeezed between her thighs. "Wait a second and then slowly remove the panty and then we go." The sleeping girl does not relax her hold of his hand. Instead he feels her pelvis moving and soon the man feels a wet spot on his arm. "You are not gonna believe this, she is dry humping me and getting wet on my hand!" "I don't care for it, as soon as she lets go we go! We are going to be trapped by the snow if we don't hurry. "Ok then I'm gonna enjoy this... I'll get her off fast and then she'll release me." "WHATEVER! Just hurry!" The man whose hand is still trapped moves closer. He slowly shifts the body of the sleeping girl so that she is lying on her stomach. With his free hand he pushes on the small of her back thus increasing the pressure between her legs on his trapped hand. The added pressure and friction stimulates the girl who is dry-humping the man's hand and forearm. Her hips move in rhythm with the pressure that the man is applying with his free hand. Soon her hips gyrate on their own; he accelerates the back and forth that he applies between his two hands. The man finds the engorged pleasure nub and rubs her harder a few more times before a small "Oooh!" escapes her lips. She is done and releases the man's hand still deep in the drug-induced sleep. "You see it did not take long at all! Can we take her with us?" "No! No kidnapping! And no raping! I am not sure that the rest of the crew can abide to these rules so we have to go now!" The man finally slides the panties off and puts them to his nose inhaling her scent. She is now naked on the bare mattress. "Man you are sick! Let's go!" Chapter 2 By the time Jennie wakes the day is almost half gone. It is still lightly snowing and a thick heavy blanket of snow covers the grounds. It has snowed so much since the events of the previous night that the truck has left no tracks behind. The building is surrounded and the snow reaches over the handles of the doors. The building is completely snowed-in. Jeannie opens a heavy eyelid; everything is foggy and bright. The daylight is reflected of the snow and onto the bare white walls of the room. She is still lying on her back weighed down by the stupor inflected by the drugs. She covers her face with one of her forearms. She feels cold and curls up into a ball. She is still groggy but she suddenly realizes that she is bare and sits up in a panic. She has never slept nude before and she pulls her knees to her chin and looks around. "Where am I?" she whispers. She does not remember. The room is bare with nothing to help her cover-up. She gets up and goes to the bathroom still trying to hide herself utterly uncomfortable in her own skin. Nothing here to use, not even toilet paper. She is really uneasy. As she moves her hands and arms to cover her body, she looks around the room. Is there nothing to hide herself with? She looks at the door leading to the hallway and puts an ear to it. No noise. Only silence, emptiness and the muffled sounds of the snowy landscape can be heard outside. The hallway is deserted. Jeannie sits motionless. Seconds turn into minutes, and minutes into hours. She screams intermittently for help through the door and never an answer. Hunger tortures her stomach. She has gone without food for too long. She again puts an ear to the door and still there is no movement. She tries to open the door, it is not locked and opens up easily, in a panic she slams it shut. Now she is trembling in fear. She is bare and cold and it seems that she might have to step out into this unknown place in her birthday suit! She waits and tries to prepare for what she is about to do, but the build up is unbearable. She cracks the door open and yells for help through the crack. No answer. Will she really need to go out like this? This fear suddenly agitates her. Her breathing increases, her face feels red, her heart beats faster. What if someone sees her like this? She passes her head through the opening, her body still hidden by the door, and yells again. There is still no answer and nothing to be heard from behind the door. After some time Jeannie finally steps out of the room painfully, timidly, bent in half, stuck to the door to hide herself. She screams louder than ever and jumps back in the room clearly scared. Still no noise, still the same deafening silence. She is burning up with the strain that this situation puts on her. She is hot; her face is crimson and her breathing completely erratic. She decides to make another attempt and ventures out in the hallway to scream her head off. However, this time the door slams shut behind her and to her horror it is locked. "No!" "Oh! No!" She is out of her refuge bare as the day she was born. She panics and sticks her body to the door her head frantically looking around to make sure she is not seen. The door is definitely locked. She releases the handles and tries to cover herself with her hands. One hand attempts to cover her generous cleavage while the other reaches down to her sex. Shock and confusion ensues. She is wet. She is hot and sticky. She had been too scared to realize what had been happening to her body. This was new to her. She had considered herself frigid all of her waking life and at the most embarrassing moment she was aroused? Now that this was happening she recalled the sensation from old dreams. She had felt the heat that was currently between her legs in the past and it had even woken her up once. But she had never known anything like this in all of her waken memories. Why now? Why here? The sensation is intense. Unaware of her action, her hand presses into her sex as she presses her body into the door. This new feeling is enthralling and this carnal desire is building up within her for the first time. She loses control. It feels hot, and it feels good. What is going on? As she is standing in the middle of a hallway where anyone could see her, her hand starts to rock back and forth. Heat and moisture and fever overtake her. Hot liquid flows between her fingers. Deeper, and stronger she pulls herself by the fingers between her legs. More, she needs more. She is in pursuit of a release. Her chest is constricted, her heart is about to explode, and her face is hot. This is too much! All these bottled-up feelings surge to the surface. Only desire is important now. Her palm is building up the pressure on her sticky lips and against her engorged clit. "Hhhhh!" Her body is changing in her hand. Standing is complicated and she holds herself up with her shoulders, she rubs her face and her erect nipples against the cool surface of the wooden door. Her hips are sticking out as if waiting for someone to grab hold of them. Her second hand caresses her flat stomach and slowly makes its way to her sticky fingers. She slowly drops to her knees, her face still stuck to the door. She parts her legs further, she parts her labia with her moist index finger and middle finger. With the index of the second hand, she slowly starts to rub herself more profoundly. Wetness, humidity, heat, the index traces the opening of her slit. Slowly and timidly, the first phalange of her index presses into her. She applies pressure and stops to enjoy the new sensation. She can feel her heart beating around her finger. In and out, in and out, over and over, it's hot, it's liquid, it gets hotter, and it feels better. Another finger joins the dance; the sensation of being parted amazes the girl. What if someone came into the hallway now? That thought does not linger long as a new wave of hot, bursting lust grips her mind and starts pumping a feverish rush of blood through her. "Hhhhh!" "Hhhhh!" It's so good. Her fingers go deeper and deeper. The first hand is now soaked with her juices. With the tips of her fingers she starts to rub the area around her clit while she is digging deeper into her pussy with her other hand. She discovers the engorged nub of pleasure between her legs and a new wave of pleasure overtakes her. She starts to move her hands rhythmically. "Ooooh! Ooooooh! Oooooooh!" Jeannie reaches her first orgasm. Chapter 3 She comes down from her orgasmic high quickly. What has just happened? The heat that has overtaken her is followed by a hollowed cool, an emptiness of sorts. She panics and tries another door, and another, and another. All the doors are locked in the hallway and there is nowhere to hide. She is stuck to the walls advancing slowly towards the stairs always terrified of her own nudity. She does not comprehend the dampness between her legs. It does not diminish. "Help! Help!" She screams every so often. Yet her mind keeps on wondering, "what if somebody did see her now?" She would not know what to do, or how to react. She is tensed. She makes her way down to the first floor, and continues her explorations stuck to the walls. She finds the dining room where she was to have dinner the night before, aside for the booths lining the walls it is completely empty, but she now remembers the events of the night before. She passes her head through the entrance leading to the small glass reception and there is still nobody to be found. She is now confident that the inn is empty. It has been hours, and she is now comfortable enough to walk without having to stick to the walls. Yet, her arms are still attempting to hide her body. And the heat and dampness is ever present between her legs. She valiantly attempts to ignore it forcing her arms to her sides. She is on edge and hyper sensitive and any accidental touch would bring her over the edge. The day reaches to an end. She is tired emotionally and physically. The only thing that she has found through her explorations of the building is a half empty bottle of whisky and a roll of toilet paper. She lies down in one of the booths in the dining room. It is the only room in the building that still has furniture. It is the only furniture that was stuck to the walls and floors; the only furniture that could not be lifted into the truck. She is agitated and cannot fall asleep. She reaches for the whisky and takes two large swigs. It relaxes her somewhat and one of her hands reaches for the damp, hot stickiness that she has felt all through the day. She touches herself without any timidity. She lies back down on her back and spreads her legs, one stretching over the table of the booth, the foot of the other leg hooking over the back of the couch. She is opened to the world. She starts to touch herself; the excitation that has built up since her last orgasm needs release. Back and forth, in and out, she digs her heels in and tenses up, her back arches. She lifts her hips in the air; her shoulders carry the weight of her heated body as her hips start a frenzied gyrating motion as if making love to an invisible lover. "Hhhhh!" "Hhhhh!" "Ooooh! Ooooooh! Oooooooh!" She quickly, reaches a thunderous orgasm and collapses on the leather couch of the booth. With her remaining energy, she uses the roll of toilet paper to make a makeshift skirt and bra after some failed attempts. The roll is completely gone when she is done. She falls asleep in the booth. As she sleeps, the makeshift toilet paper clothing falls apart. Chapter 4 In the deserted snowy forest, a man walks towards the hotel. He is adequately equipped for the weather with fur coat, snow boots, walking stick, snowshoes, and a backpack. He has the keys to the hotel and once inside he removes his snow gear. He looks much like a hermit, a no-nonsense man. He is tall, strong, rugged, and thick bearded, a real mountain man. As he walks in the building he notices the theft. He walks around the building, as he opens some of the rooms, his anger builds up. The doors open and slam close with more energy as he makes a mental inventory of theft. He gets to a big metal door. When he opens it with his set of keys he manages a smile. The thieves could not get in and the room is full and untouched. His personal belongings are still there. He closes the room and keeps on looking through the building. Once in the dining room, he passes by the sleeping girl before noticing her out of the corner of his eye. He is surprised, but rage quickly overwhelms him. He grabs her sleepy face with one hand and lifts her off the leather cushion as if she were a doll; he slaps her with the other hand. "Wake-up! You bitch! Wake-up!" Jeannie opens her eyes. Terrorized. Her mouth opens but the fear paralyses her vocal cords. No sound comes out of her mouth. He slaps her some more, her face quickly turning pink, then hot, then red. She curls up on the bench, the fear causing her to lose control of her bladder; she lets herself go on the bench. He keeps on slapping her. "Stealing is not enough! You have to ruin what's left by peeing on it too?" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Everything is gone, I don't even have insurance" "Stop! Stop hitting me!" she manages to say. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "I did not steal..." He hits her some more. "Shut up! Don't lie to me!" "Stop! Please, STOP!" She is trapped with no escape and has to suffer his wrath. She is all too aware of her weakness against this man twice her size and so much stronger than her. She is all too aware of her nudity. She cannot look up at him as she is curled in a ball and does not know where to expect the next slap. Thigh, butt, feet, back, head, the hits are random. Each hit leaves a red mark and her skin tingles where the hand made contact. The marked skin then heats up. Jeannie tries to shift further into the booth away from him. When she moves her hips under her, her butt and pussy make contact with the leather pillow of the couch. Shock and confusion ensues, again... The heat and the dampness are there! Why? Yesterday, she thought that she had reached the limits of embarrassment. A quiver runs all over her as the tingling sensation of the slaps accentuates. Why is her body reacting this way? Escape for the Holiday She does not have time to find out. She backs-up against the wall out of his reach for an instant. The hitting stops but he climbs in the booth after her. "Where are your friends?" "Who?" "The ones who left you here. Are they out playing in the snow?" She rises to her feet on the couch attempting to escape away from him. As he reaches for her, she backs up against the wall as far away from his hands as possible. "Stop hitting me, Please!" "They thought they would return to open my room and left you behind..." "Stop..." "Please, Stop!" He is not listening to her and continues his reaching motion into the booth. As he bends forward to grab her or slap her, she manages to jump-up on the table and leaps over his back. She runs away, but he follows. He knows that she is walking into a dead end. She is trapped in a hallway with no exit. All the rooms are closed. She backs away, trying to cover her body. She is all too aware of her nudity, of her vulnerability. She backs into a corner and tries to argue with him. "I did not do anything! I did not steal from you!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He is now within reach and slaps her again. "Don't lie!" "I did not..." He slaps her again. "The more you lie, the more I'll hit you! Shut up!" He grabs her by the hair. Jeannie screams and tries to pull away. They wrestle for a while, his arms grabbing hold of her chest, of her breasts, as she tries to walk away from him. She is much lighter than he is and she does not stand a chance. Her movements just create a friction between them; she is moving and rubbing against an immovable force. The contact with his body is a catalyst. Could she be hotter? She does not give in and still tries to escape. But the more she moves, the more she is aware of her naked flesh brushing against the man. Soon, she gets tired; too tired to fight anymore. Once the man feels Jeannie give in, he grabs her at the back of her neck, seizing a handful of her hair in the process. It hurts and she rises to her feet. Jeannie lets him push her forward at arm's length completely subdued and exhausted from the fight. As they pass by the hallways, she notices the heavy fur coat that the man was wearing. He brings her into the kitchen area still holding her by the hair. He throws her on the floor and turns on a hose. She stinks of piss and he hoses her down to wash out the smell. "You stink! You filth!" She feels the cold water reenergizing her, but she is motionless at his feet still bunched up in a ball. He grabs her hair again and pulls her to her feet. He is so tall that when he raises his arms she is forced to her toes. He spins her like a doll hosing her down. The spray of the water has an electrifying effect on her. The force of the water pushes on her sensitive skin; under other circumstances she would have thoroughly enjoyed the contrast between the cold water and the burning sensation that the slaps left on her. The jet of water will soon reach her sex or her butt as he spins her. Panic overwhelms her. She is still so aroused that any contact could be embarrassing. Will he notice the dampness? All of a sudden he drops her and bends her over a kitchen stool. What is this? She is too shocked to move. He pins her to the bench with his knee as he hoses her butt and sex. How long does the stream of water stay there? She does not know but the jet of cold water has parted her lips. Her head spins. She feels like a puppet in his grasp totally under his control. She is too weak and tired to move and she needs to conserve her energy. On another level, even if she could muster the strength, her body is betraying her yet again by succumbing to the tormented pleasure of this humiliating bath. She is completely at his mercy. She closes her eyes, thankful not to be in a position where the man could see her face. She knows that the pleasure running through her at this very moment would be read on her face. Is the man aware of the heat between her legs? She does not know. If this keeps up she'll soon be panting in front him and there won't be any way of hiding her building desire. Mercifully, the gush of water moves down her legs. Soon this very degrading shower will be over. He relaxes his grip on her for a second to turn off the hose. This is the opening she was waiting for! She uses this lapse in attention to breakaway and runs towards the room where she saw the coat. She needs to get out of here! She grabs the coat and puts it on as she runs towards a door. As she opens the door, he is right behind her. Jeannie tries to step outside in the snow but he grabs her by the coat. His grip on the fur is strong. Her only way to escape is to wiggle out of the coat and to run for it in the snow. As she leaps away, she notices that he closes the door behind her. The snow is high and she is bare; it reaches up to her hips. The adrenaline keeps her moving despite the cold but she moves very slowly. She keeps on turning back waiting to see him. He does not seem to be following her. She slows eventually down to a crawl. The lack of food, the fight, and the emotions of the day have all taken a toll on her. The struggle to keep on moving in hip high snow is too much. The cold and the efforts to walk are draining the little energy she has left. She stumbles and gets up several times. She knows that she needs to keep moving; the cold is biting her now and is starting to numb her senses. He is not far now. He had taken the time to put his full gear on. He knew that he would not have any problems tracking her down in the snow. His snowshoes allowed him to quickly catch up to her. "NO!" she screams. She is delirious with fear and exhaustion. "I did not do it! I did not do it!" she repeats as he gets closer. She eventually collapses and passes-out. He comes up to her, opens a blanket and rolls the girl into it before heading back to the hotel. Chapter 5 As he carries her back on his shoulders she keeps on mumbling. The blanket muffles the words. Once inside, the man heads back into the kitchen. He needs to act fast for her sake! The cold could kill her. He lights all the burners on the stove. He then goes over to his room and grabs a few things, all the while carrying the rolled-up girl over his shoulder. The girl is light, and he moves about with ease. Back in the kitchen, he puts the blanket on the commercial kitchen table and opens it. " I did not... I... did not..." She is delirious from exhaustion and cold. He gags her with some rags to prevent her from biting her own tongue. He then ties her hand to the feet of the kitchen table. She is not conscious now but he does not want to take the chance that she would run again. She is in and out of consciousness rambling incoherently. He puts some vegetable oil on his rough hands and starts to rub her body. She is lying on her stomach and he rubs her back energetically trying to heat her up. He then flips her over, and rubs her stomach and breast. Her hands, her fingers, her feet, her toes; he tries to warm up every frozen bits of her body. He flips her over and over again and kneads the oil into her skin some more. He works quickly, and tirelessly. He flips and rubs, flips and rubs; like a chef kneading dough. She is again on her stomach. He is now covered with sweat because of the workout and the heat and he has slowed down his movements. He is still touching her body, but the rubbing has turned to a massage. Her body is warm now. Jeannie is fully awake. She had awoken from her delirium to the man handling her. His weight and the amount of the pressure he was putting on her had immobilized her. There she was nude and exposed. This was the first since early childhood that anyone else had touched her and she had never been bare before any man until then. He had touched her where no one had and she did not know how to react. Distraught and embarrassed she had decided to lie still and motionless with her eyes closed pretending to sill be knocked out. She thought that he would have to stop sooner or later. She would just need to wait for the rubbing to stop. His hands are now at her feet and are moving up along one of her legs. The shame forces her to discreetly move her head in an attempt hide it underneath her armpit. He does not notice the slight motion of her head. He keeps on working his way up her leg. As his hands moves up her thigh she starts to panic. Should she move away or let him proceed. Is it better for him to think that she is still out cold? As he proceeds up her thigh, the back of his hand accidentally brushes against her sex. A damp heat surprises him. Is she awake? He is intrigued and stops all movement. She does not move. He gently passes his finger on her wet flesh and stops. He stares at her for a few seconds and detects that she is breathing faster. Jeannie is lying there anticipating his next touch. The massage has provoked a further humiliating arousal in her body. She has completely succumbed to this new pleasure. The sensation of being touched by another tingles her skin. Her body is now his to do as he wishes and even if she was not tied to the table she is not sure whether she would want to escape. Intrigued he continues his exploration of her pussy. This time as he does so he notices a slight movement of her head as she sinks her head due to the further embarrassment. Abruptly, he puts a hand on the small of her back. There is still no obvious reaction from her part. He pushes her down with the hand that is on her back to pin her to the table. With the oil-covered index finger of his free hand he invades her sex quickly, abruptly, and without delicacy. "Mmmmph!" She is startled and shouts in her gag. Her head comes up as she arcs her back. She tries to escape this invasion by trying to kick her legs. He is too strong. "You are wet and awake!" he exclaims victorious. She is still trying to get free from his finger. Tugging on the ropes she squirms and pulls her body away from the invading digit. He is too strong and she cannot escape from his hold on her sex. "Oh! You are dripping wet!" The words are like a whip lashing out at her. Shamefully, she tries to hide her head back into her armpit. She is humiliated, but she can also feel the pulse of her heartbeat around his index. He starts to wiggle his fingers and her hips respond immediately. Despite herself, she feels her sex rubbing against the blanket. Her head sinks lower, but there is nowhere to hide. He moves his finger and with each of his moves her hips grind into the wet fabric of the blanket laid out on the kitchen table. She moans and groans. He overpowers her and quickly dictates her movements. With his lone finger he controls her like a puppet once again. There is nothing she can do. What is going on? "Hhhhh! Hhhhh!" She had lost control of her body when she woke-up to his rubbing, but she is now also losing all her will and reason. She can only think of his index touching her at her core. The moisture, the heat, one of his fingers in her fills her more than two of hers... and it feels so good. He is hypnotized by her reaction and by her lust, and he keeps on going in and out, in and out, in and out... He feels her move in response to his digit; her body, her pleasure, and her hips grinding into the table seem like a direct extension of his hand. One slight movement from his hand sending ripples of movement to her entire body. "Hhhhh! Hhhhh! Hhhhh! Hhhhh!" The gag gives her the freedom to pant and groan without shyness, she reaches orgasm several times under his touch. He is curious now. The power that he seems to have over her is intoxicating. How much manipulation will she take? The man rotates his wrist; he puts his thumb at the wrinkled opening of her anus. A new wave of panic overtakes her. Again, she tries to move away from his grip. She tries to fight this new invasion without success. The vegetable oil that covers her body and his hands eases the intrusion into her ass. His thumb presses into her; he squeezes in to meet the index in her sex; he is pressing on the soft partition between her ass and her pussy. She stops moving prisoner of his fingers. If she moves up the thumb is there to hold her down, if she moves down the index is here holding her up. Yet, she is still as excited and she is startled when she realizes that she is enjoying this new sensation. "Mmmmph, Mmmmph, Mmmmph, Mmmmph!" He rolls his index and thumb together, squeezing and pinching her at her core. She is only aware of the soft tissue between his fingers, nothing else matters. Slowly, he raises the hand that is holding her most intimate flesh. She does not have any choice but to follow his lead, she is at the mercy of the movements that he dictates. He raises his arm and she ends up on her knees. This total control of her body drives her insane with pleasure. "Mmmmph, Mmmmph, Mmmmph, Mmmmph!" she voices into the gag as she orgasms with intensity in response to the movements that he forces on his fingers and to the rolling and rocking that force her to move her hips. He releases his intimate grip, her knees give way but before she gets a chance to collapse onto the table, he flips her on her back. Her face is now exposed to the cool air, she panics and frantically tries to hide it, turning it away from the man. Her face is red with shame and she does not have the blanket to hide with anymore. He now inserts his index in her ass, and his thumb in her sex. Her hips betray her once more and go up to meet his touch. She is once again a victim of his control. Again he rolls his index and thumb together, squeezing and pinching her, driving her insane with craving. "Mmmmph, Mmmmph, Mmmmph, Mmmmph!" She exhales one last orgasm as tears pour down her face, her hips shaking with this last release. He leaves the room, leaving her tied to the table. She is so exhausted that she falls asleep before he gets back. Chapter 6 She wakes up on some animal fur laid out at the feet of his bed. Her hands are tied behind her back, her gag still in place. He is standing over her staring at her naked body. She tries to curl up, tries to hide. She cannot look at him; she feels too much shame as she remembers the events of the previous day. He reaches for her sex, but she moves away. He puts a knee down on her back restraining her again and touches her sex. "Already wet!" He rubs her sex compelling her to swing her hips towards his touch. Jeannie cannot control herself. The heat of arousal is already there, and she pushes back to meet his strokes. She wants more and crushes her labia on his fingers. He releases her and rises to his feet. Without awareness to her actions, Jeannie raises her butt in the air to meet his hand. Wiggling in the air she holds-up a chick to him. "You want it?" He spanks her once and she moves away. But she wants more, she needs contact, any type of contact, she craves it. She raises her hips again. He now gives her a generous amount of slaps on the ass. He then touches her sex again, and her hips move yet again to meet his touch. He stops and pulls her to her feet. He reaches down and hooks his index into her soaking pussy. She stares at him hypnotized by the feeling in her sex. "You are something else. I am going to untie you and you are going to listen and obey." He continues. "We are stuck here until the snow melts and you cannot go anywhere. Your friends will probably try to come back for you and for the belongings that they could not get out of my room. The phone lines have been cut. I cannot call for help but I'll be ready for them when they show up. As for you, if you play nice until then, I'll play nice with you too. Node if you agree." She nodes yes. Right then, she would have done anything to keep his digit stimulating the heat in her sex. He knows it too; he can feel the throbbing of her heart on his finger. Chapter 7 After these events the girl surrenders completely clearly enjoying her captivity. With the passing days the snow slowly melts. He remains convinced that the crew will attempt to come back to get to his belongings behind the door. After all who could have returned to the inn in this snowstorm? He would be waiting for them but nobody shows up. The man eventually collapses from lack of sleep trying to keep watch for the thieves. She lets him sleep for a full night and goes to prepare some breakfast. While she cooks, she does not hear that the thieves are back. They quickly move through the building and find her in the kitchen. They grab her easily and bring her to his closed metal door. Their banging wakes him up. "You like the present we left behind? Did she warm up your cold winter nights?" He is shocked and unprepared. She was telling the truth; she was not part of the crew. "If you don't open up we'll hit her a few times" He opens up right away. They rush in, beat him, tie him up and grab everything including the girl. This time the leader cannot hide the nude girl from the rest of the gang. The police come in after a short while and untie him. They are in full pursuit of the crew that has been robbing the area. They have also been looking for the girl for a few days since she never showed up to claim her prize. Their investigation led them to this small inn off the road. They set up camp at the hotel and apprehend the crew who did not have time to escape. They quickly find the gang, the girl, and all the stolen goods. The girl is brought back to the hotel. For some reason, she remains quiet as to the events that occurred at the hotel after the robbery in her report to the police. The police leaves, and she decides to stay behind saying that she would rather drive home on her own. Once the last car has left the parking lot, she goes to him. He opens his mouth to apologize for not believing her but she kisses him before any words are spoken. Then she steps away from him and undresses before kneeling down naked on the cold stainless steel of the kitchen table.