At last, you arrive at your cabin in the Adirondacks. It was a warm day for autumn; the falling leaves floating in the small breeze.
You step out of the car and slam the black door shut. You cross to the other side and open the passenger door. Although she had been ungagged the entire trip, Amber had been silent the whole time. She was now whimpering and shaking in her bonds. You quickly untie her feet and haul her out of the car, setting the young actress on your feet.
Looking into her brown eyes, you say, “Welcome to my ranch Ms. Tamblyn. You are in for the role of the lifetime.”
Judging from her face, Amber appeared to preparing a scream for help. You chuckle.
“Go ahead and yell, missy. No one around for miles. Might make my ears hurt, though,” you say grinning, your voice turning grim. “Might not want that though. I’d have to take it out of your hide.”
Amber’s jaw dropped. She hesitated for second and closed it. Her eyes began to shift side to side, looking into the surrounding trees.
“Don’t want to go running now, do ya?” you laugh. “Bear traps out in the woods. Get caught in one and you die slow, maybe serve as dinner for wolves or something worse. I won’t get ya, you won’t be worth anything then.”
The young actress gulped in fear.
“Now, now,” you say, taking her shoulder in your hand. “Nothin ta worry about. Be a good girl and you’ll be fine. Learn plenty of things by my hand, you will.”
You spin her around and prod her to the door of the cabin. You follow her slow steps, pushing her along, your eyes on her firm bottom, her white thong wedged in her but crack. You recall how embarrassed she looked as she was pulling on a pair of dark blue jeans when you had entered her dressing room.
She shivered under your gaze.
“Don’t worry,” you laugh. “You’ll be warmer in the cabin, I promise.”
Eventually, you and Amber were resting in the cabin before a roaring fire. As you enjoy your pipe, you see that Amber is sweating in her chair by the hearth.
“Warm are ya?”
Amber nodded, her perspiration falling from her chin.
“Don’t be modest girl. If yer hot, take off yer shirt. Only way to cool down. That fire’s goin nowhere.”
Gulping, Amber took the hem of her turtleneck in her newly freed hands and pulled it over her head, revealing her firm perky breasts clad in a white lacy bra.
Clasping her turtleneck to her chest, Amber stammered, “What do you want me to do with it?”
“Throw it in the fire. Won’t do you any good no more.”
Taking a deep breath, the young actress threw her shirt into the fire, sparks jumping as it landed among the flames.
“Born in ’83, weren’t ya?”
Amber nodded, tears forming at the edge of her eyes.
“Come over here and sit on yer master’s lap,” you say. “Might as well get all the water works over now. Let loose on my shoulder. You’ll feel a lot better afterwards.” |