I stared at the objects on the table, my mind searching for a way out of this nightmare, but I could not come up with one. Porn sex “Strip” she ordered me. I heard the vehicle stop and doors opening and closing and footsteps on the gravel. I sensed that whoever he/she or they were that they were now looking at me…at my shaved body, and only the small black pouch covering my genitals. Then the hood was pulled off my head and I squinted at the glare of the headlamps shining at me. I heard laughter at whoever was causing my pain and was relieved that whoever it was released the grip on the claws and instead slowly started pulling the chain to again bring me to my tiptoes, and as I was in that position arms raised and chained to the branch above me I felt that persons other hand feel my covered groin. I placed the note on the table and slowly started to go through the contents of the box. I tried to tighten my arse hole but he just pushed his finger slowly into me further and further. …it was me, but was not me. He too stood on the spreader rod to keep me planted in place as he started rubbing his hairy body against my smooth shaven
