I had left early, so no one had arrived yet. Debbie and I unpacked the
car and carried everything in. The cabin had a slight musky smell from being
closed up for several weeks. There was one big room, a combination of living
room and kitchen, and a smaller room with a big brass double bed. Taking her
suitcase into the bedroom, Debbie mumbled something about “getting ready”. I
worked on the bigger room, checking on the supplies and storing the food and
beer I had brought. I carried in some firewood, for the nights get a little
cool, and set up the fireplace with kindling and wood, ready for the touch of
a match to set it blazing.
I had just finished when a car pulled up. I looked outside and saw John
and Dave getting out. John was a tall, muscular ex-football player, while
Dave was shorter and slightly overweight. They were working the cramps out
of their bodies from the drive up, and were talking and laughing.
Debbie poked her head out of the bedroom and asked who was here.
“John and Dave,” I said.
“Don’t tell them I’m here yet, and don’t let them in here. Yell when
everyone is here and I’ll come out and surprise them. O.K.?”
“You got it, sex slave!” I agreed.
The Sadist punished the poor Badger, forcing her to submit 5 times. With fingers in her pussy most the match, The Badger never had a chance.