Kidnapped!

Michelle Williams and Katie Holmes

By Blizzard

“Damn, it’s snowing hard!” bemoaned Michelle Williams as her eyes strained to prevent being mesmerized by the furious snowfall illuminated by the rental car’s headlights. It was a downright blizzard.

“Try low beam, Michelle. They say it’s better during a snowstorm.” suggested her passenger and castmate from ‘Dawson’s Creek’, Katie Holmes.

“Are you sure this is the way to the resort?” asked the blonde haired driver with a hint of uneasiness. “They haven’t even plowed this road yet, and we haven’t met a car for a long time!”

Katie fumbled with the overhead courtesy light, finally switching it on and unfolding the road map for the umpteenth time. “I think so.....but......” she mused.

“But what!” snapped Michelle as she gripped the steering wheel tight and peered over it nervously, trying not to focus on the heavy snowflakes intent on hypnotizing her.

“Well...........maybe we shoulda stayed on the interstate highway. These little maps are a pain in the ass to understand.” answered the 5’8” slender brunette.

Michelle groaned, corralling her temper for the time being and concentrating on staying on the snowy road. Their ‘get away’ ski weekend in northern New England was not going as planned. They flew into Boston and rented a car for the weekend, heading north brimming with anticipation. It hadn’t been snowing when they’d left Boston, but then again it was another world where they were headed. Apparently they were taking the ‘long route’ to their destination, thanks to Katie’s navigational incompetence. They were in the middle of nowhere at the moment.

Katie flicked off the light and stared forward. “There’s got to be another town up here somewh....LOOK OUT!”

Michelle shrieked and she locked up the brakes as a huge moose suddenly appeared in the road ahead through the blinding snow. The car immediately went into an out of control skid, sliding past the moose and barely brushing it as it continued into a sideways skid and blew through the snowbank at the edge of the road. As the two actresses screamed in horror, the car slid over the roadbank and came to a sudden halt, buried in the 3 foot deep snowcover. The solitary bull moose nonchalantly plodded through the snow behind the car and disappeared into the dark woods, unconcerned by the sudden events.

“Holy shit!!!” exclaimed Michelle as her body trembled. “Are you O.K., Katie?!”

“Yes.....I think so.” responded the brunette. She looked out the front windshield into the snowy wilderness. “My God, Michelle, what are we gonna do?!!!”

“We got any beer left, Skeeter?!” asked Bud as he flew down the snow covered road with one hand on the wheel of the pick-up truck, digging for a radio station with the other.

“Yup.” answered Skeeter with a toothy grin as he cracked open a can, raised it to his lips and took a healthy swig. “This one here!”

“Peckerhead!” snapped Bud as he shot his buddy a nasty look.

The two men drove along through the storm for several moments in silence. They’d been down at the local Moose Club, drinking beers and pulling tickets for an evening’s worth of fun. They had lived in this area all their lives, and the heavy snow falling and covering the road was nothing new to them.

“I’m tellin’ ya Bud,” piped up Skeeter, breaking the silence, “like I said before, in a real fight my girl Teri Hatcher would kick that Charlie Therrien’s ass!”

“Bullshit, Skeeter!” snarled Bud. “Charlize would whip that little bitch raw! Her name is CHAR-LEEZ THEE-ROAN, not Charlie Therrien you dumb ass. Charlie Therrien sharpens mower blades and chainsaws down on Hornpout Road.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right.” said Skeeter, taking a hit off his beer.

“Whoops.....Whadda we got here, Skeeter?!” exclaimed Bud as he came upon Michelle and Katie huddling beside the road and waving in their direction. “Looks like a coupla snow bunnies!”

The two girls jumped up and down excitedly as Bud slowed the truck and edged over toward them.

“Son of a bitch, Bud, that’s them two chicks on ‘Dawson’s Crik’!” said Skeeter excitedly.

“So it is.......” marveled Bud as the truck slid to a stop beside them. “Let me do the talking.”

Bud rolled down the driver’s side window and peered out at the girls. “Hi ladies.......Got some trouble?”

“Our car’s off the road!” explained Michelle, motioning behind her. “Could you please pull us out?”

Bud glanced at the slab taken out of the snowbank where the car had left the road. He shrugged his shoulders and replied “Four wheel drive’s busted. We can give you a lift to town if you’d like...........you can get Fred Dupuis on the horn, and he’ll come out with his wrecker and yank ya out.”

“Great, thanks!” said Michelle. She glanced over the embankment toward the car and said “What about our skis and stuff......”

“Nobody’ll bother it out here, hun. Most of ‘em are home chucking wood to the stove.” said Bud.

Skeeter piled out of the truck and into the accumulating snow and tipped his cap to the ladies as they squeezed into the center of the bench seat. He slithered back in and yanked the rusty truck door shut as Bud started back up the road. Bud instigated a bit of small talk, learning about Michelle and Katie’s ski weekend plans. Finally he revealed to them that he recognized them as actresses. They verified his statement, hoping he wouldn’t start acting like a starcrazed lunatic.

“You guys have T.V. up here?!” asked Katie insultingly.

“Hell yes! We’ve got a satellite dish that pulls in all kinda shit, including your show.” answered Skeeter proudly. He was dressed in quilted overalls and a red and black checked wool jacket. Bud was dressed pretty much the same. The girls realized they were in the presence of a couple of good ol’ boys, but at least they were being nice and helping them out of their predicament.

“You girls being actresses and all....” spoke up Skeeter, “maybe you can settle an argument me an’ Bud got goin’. In a real fight, who wins.............Teri Hatcher or......Char-leez Thee-roan?”

Michelle and Katie looked at each other in astonishment. This was.......odd.

“Charlize would kick her ass!” piped up Michelle.

“There ya go!” agreed Bud with a grin. He glanced over at Skeeter and smirked.

“No way.” said Katie. “I’ve met Teri, and she seems like one tough lady. I say she can beat that big blonde.”

“We think alike!” exclaimed Skeeter, looking at her with a goofy grin and making Katie cringe.

The truck ambled down the slippery road, the occupants silent as Jerry Jeff Walker drifted from the dash speaker, singing about Sangria wine. Bud eventually broke the silence.

“All I know is.......it sure would tickle me pink to see it.” He looked over at Skeeter and raised his bushy eyebrows as his eyes motioned toward the two girls. Skeeter looked at him with a blank expression initially, and then as if a light came on, he smiled and nodded his head in agreement.

“Why don’t you dig the.....map.....outta the dash, Skeeter.” he asked. “Show these poor girls where they are so they can get headed back in the right direction when they get back on the road.” He finished by giving his buddy a slow nod.

As Skeeter opened the dash, Michelle glanced at the instrument panel of the truck and noticed a ‘4WD’ symbol glowing orange.

“I thought you said your four wheel drive was broken.” she said to Bud. “How come the lights on?!”

Just then Skeeter pulled a short barreled .357 magnum out of the dash and casually pointed it in the girl’s direction. “It only works once in a while,” he said, “same as us.”

“What the hell is this?!” shrieked Katie in fear as she nearly jumped onto Michelle’s lap.

“Calm down, girls,” said Bud firmly, “we ain’t gonna do you no harm. We just wanna see you two get in a tussle.”

“Fuck off!” screamed Katie.

“Shut up!” hissed Michelle, jabbing the brunette in the ribs. “Don’t piss ‘em off!”

“Yeah, don’t piss me off!” mimicked Skeeter with a smile as he waved the pistol at Katie.

“You won’t get away with this!” she growled, looking at Skeeter. “You’ll go to jail!”

Skeeter howled with laughter. “Shit, honey,” he said, “I bet they cook a helluva lot better down at the jail than Bud does. And I know for a fact they get Cinemax on their T.V.’s!”

Michelle grabbed Katie’s leg and squeezed it, a hint for her to pipe down. They had to obey for now........until an opportunity presented itself. ‘Keep a cool head, Mish.’ she thought.

“I told you I didn’t want to fucking come up here!” snapped Katie at the blonde. “I can’t believe this is happening!”

Michelle’s dagger stare temporarily silenced the brunette, who stared down at her feet and quietly whimpered. Soon the snowfall began to ebb, and as Bud downshifted the truck near a small woods road, he announced “Welcome to Catfight Cabin, ladies!”

He grabbed low gear and the truck plowed up the road through the fresh snow, the antenna slapping snow laden softwood limbs hanging over the road and plopping snow across the windshield and hood. Bud precisely guided the truck up the private road for about a quarter mile until the forest canopy opened up to reveal a large log cabin surrounded by assorted piles of snow covered junk and wrecked cars. Shangri-La this was not.

The truck dieseled and shook briefly before belching out a sharp backfire when Bud turned the key off. “Get your asses inside.” he ordered as he climbed out of the truck into the deep snow. Skeeter hooted as he jumped out of the truck and stepped back, scratching his head through the top of his cap as he trained the pistol on Katie and Michelle.

“You heard the man.......inside!” he bellowed.

The two young women slid out of the truck and were hustled up the steps and onto the front porch. A bluetick hound, shackled with a chain, wandered out of a shoddy doghouse and plodded over to the guests. He immediately buried his nose in Katie’s crotch and snorted, forcing a scream from her.

“Duke likes ya!” exclaimed Skeeter with a guffaw. “He’s got a nose for good pussy!”

The brunette trembled, sniffling as she and Michelle were ordered inside the cabin. “Sit over there.” ordered Bud as he lit a gas lamp. “You watch ‘em, Skeeter.”

Michelle and Katie sat on a tattered couch as Bud lit a few more lamps, bathing the cabin in soft light. He opened up the pot bellied cast iron stove and stirred up the coals left over from the fire that had been burning when he and Skeeter had left earlier. Soon he had several birch logs blazing and crackling inside the stove. Slipping out of his wool jacket, he said “We’ll let it warm up a touch before we git to the fun.”

Bud went over to a gun rack hanging on the timbered wall and pulled down a single shot 12 gauge shotgun, checking the chamber to make sure it was loaded. He moved across the room and plopped down in a wooden chair next to the cluttered table. With the shotgun cradled under one arm, he grabbed a nearly full bottle of bourbon from the tabletop and watched the girls as he swilled from it. Skeeter joined him, sitting nearby and picking up his bottle of vodka from beneath the chair. Both men downed their booze as the two actresses watched them. Katie’s fear was obvious.......she was softly crying and terrified by the mess she was in. Although frightened as well, Michelle disguised it skillfully as she tried to comfort her delirious friend. She was carefully taking note of her environment, searching for anything that could aid her in ending this nightmare. With two firearms poised in their direction, now was not the time for heroics.

“Toss that big maple chunk in the stove, Skeeter.” said Bud finally as he slammed his bottle down on the table. “Let’s git this show on the road!”

“Yeah!” cheered Skeeter as he sprang from his seat and fed the log to the hot stove. He returned to his seat and rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt, his eyes dancing as he gazed at the two young women.

Bud motioned toward Michelle and Katie with his gun barrel. “Get up.” he ordered.

Michelle got up and had to lift her blubbering friend to her feet. She held Katie firmly about the waist and looked over at Bud. “I want you two girls to strip each other........reeeealll slow. Down to your undies.” he said slyly.

“God-damn! A WWF bra and panty match!” hooted Skeeter arousedly.

Michelle sighed and turned to face her emotional castmate. She took her by the shoulders and looked up into her teary eyes. With a solemn nod, she reached for the front of Katie’s red silk blouse. The brunette suddenly grasped Michelle’s wrist and she shook her head vigorously.

“Katie.......” said the blonde soothingly, “we have no choice.”

The tall dark haired girl began to sob as her friend slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse, exposing her deep red satin brassiere. Michelle gently took Katie’s wrists in her hand one at a time, unbuttoning the blouse cuffs. She tenderly squeezed the girl’s hand and then slipped Katie’s blouse off her shoulders, guiding it off her arms and then tossing it onto the couch.

“Step out of your shoes.” whispered the blonde.

Katie looked down at her with a quivering lip and slipped her shoes off. Michelle used her foot to brush them aside, and then placed her fingers at the front button of the brunette’s jeans. Katie whimpered as her friend unfastened her jeans and unzipped the fly, running her hands around the girl’s hips and loosening her jeans. The denim slowly slid off Katie’s hips and down her long legs with coaxing from Michelle.

“Yahoooo!” screeched Skeeter with a wide eyed expression. “I LOVE red panties!” he exclaimed as Katie stood in front of the men with her red satin thong revealed. Bud chuckled as he raised the bourbon bottle to his mouth and took another shot.

Once Michelle had removed Katie’s jeans, she stood back up and held her arms out slightly from her hips. She gave the frazzled brunette an understanding look and beckoned her to begin. Katie finally grasped the bottom of the blonde’s knit sweater and pulled it off over her head, causing Bud to squirm in his chair when he saw Michelle’s sheer white bra with her erect nipples clearly visible beneath. Katie sniffled as she worked at the button on her castmate’s canvas pants, finally freeing it and swiftly yanking the pants down Michelle’s legs and off.

Both men let out a catcall as they gazed at the blonde’s full ass and dark pubic patch through her sheer white bikini panties. After a stern demand and more reassurance from Michelle, the two girls were forced to kiss. Katie’s emotional state was deteriorating quickly, and her shoulders shook as she sobbed after locking lips with her friend.

“Now, you tall skinny whiner........kiss that darlin’ blonde’s pussy.” demanded Bud devilishly.

“I’m not kissing her pussy, you fat fuck!!!” screamed Katie.

Michelle sank to her knees and slowly pressed her lips into the soft satin covering her friend’s mound. She gently kissed it, pausing to look over at Bud, and then kissed it again.

“Don’t!!!” gasped the brunette, staring down at Michelle in disgust.

“Shut up, Katie.” snapped the blonde. She looked back toward the men as she rose to her feet. “Did you like that, you fucking woodchucks?!”

“Oh yeah!” buzzed Skeeter, beside himself with delight.

“That’s enough lovin’ for now........there’ll be more of that later.” announced Bud. “Now you girlies are gonna fight for me ‘n Skeeter.”

Katie’s terror bubbled over and she began sobbing uncontrollably, covering her bra with her arms folded across her chest. Michelle embraced her and tried to calm her. “Keep it together, Katie.” she whispered. “We’ll put on a show and I promise I’ll get us out of here.”

“What the fuck are you two talkin’ about?” asked Skeeter suspiciously.

Michelle suddenly gave the brunette a firm shove, sending Katie stumbling backwards and crying out. “I just told her I was gonna kick her bony ass!” she growled.

Both men’s reddened, intoxicated eyes lit up. “My money’s on the blonde!” yelled Bud excitedly. “I’ll take that tall brunette!” countered Skeeter.

Michelle stepped toward Katie, who looked at her in disbelief. The dark haired girl yelped as her friend suddenly grabbed hold of her long mane and yanked her toward her, sending her stumbling across the floor until she tripped and went down on her hands and knees with a shriek. The blonde pursued her whimpering friend and placed her foot on Katie’s ass, shoving her face first to the floor. Bud howled with pleasure as Skeeter frantically shouted encouragement to the brunette.

“Strip her!” yelled Bud, taking a quick slug off his bottle as his overalls became increasingly tight as his pecker stiffened.

Michelle used her foot to roll Katie onto her back and then plopped down on the distraught brunette, employing a schoolgirl pin.

“Don’t!” pleaded the panic stricken brunette as she grabbed Michelle’s wrists and looked up at her through her puffy eyes.

“Lemme tell you what the stakes are here at the Catfight Cabin.” announced Bud loudly. His speech was beginning to slur. “Winner gets ta walk outta here..........loser stays and becomes mine and Skeeter’s little teddy bear!”

“Yeah!” added Skeeter delightedly. “One with a fuzzy pussy I can call my own!”

Rage welled up in Katie’s eyes and she abruptly hammered a punch into the side of Michelle’s face, knocking the blonde off her and to the floor. She jumped to her feet as her blonde friend rubbed her jaw and moaned as she lay on her side. Without hesitation, Katie rammed her heel into Michelle’s gut, jarring her into convulsions as she groaned and clutched her belly. She peered up at the brunette with a look of utter shock.

“What the ...fuck...are you....doing?...” she gasped.

Katie answered with a brutal heel strike to Michelle’s pussy, eliciting a sharp yelp from the battered, agonized blonde. “I’m getting out of here, Michelle! I’m not going to be their fucking whore!”

The tall dark haired girl, revitalized by the prospect of freedom, grabbed a handful of Michelle’s golden mane and hauled the gasping girl to her feet. Skeeter howled with pleasure as he watched his girl ram her knee into Michelle’s belly, folding her at the waist where she remained wheezing and clutching her gut.

“You....stupid..bitch!!!....” grunted Michelle between breaths. “They’re not...gonna..let you..go!!!...”

“They will if I win!” snarled the brunette as she stepped back to measure her castmate for another kick.

Michelle watched her, still bent at the waist and suffering, but suddenly with a building animosity toward her naive “friend”. Katie drew her leg back and delivered a kick labeled for the blonde’s head, but Michelle sidestepped and caught the girl’s leg at full extension as it flew by her side. She held Katie’s leg securely, staring into the bouncing girl’s eyes briefly before she gave it a mighty yank and sent the brunette falling to the hard floor with a thud. Bud and Skeeter were acting like they’d just won the lottery, inhaling their booze and cheering as the two actresses engaged in heated battle.

Michelle unleashed her fury upon the flattened brunette, straddling her and windmilling slaps to Katie’s face, driving her face back and forth as she cried out. Her blonde castmate was on fire, and once Michelle’s switch was thrown, it was prudent to get the hell out of her way. Unfortunately for slender Katie, that wasn’t an option.

The little blonde powerhouse plunged her hands into Katie’s mane, spun her around and began dragging the squealing, kicking brunette across the dirty floor on her back. She finally yanked the overwhelmed girl up to her feet so her back was to the men and immediately buried her knee into Katie’s taut belly. The brunette’s eyes bugged out as her mouth opened in a breathless grimace before she collapsed to her knees, her forehead thumping onto the floor at Michelle’s feet.

“C’mon, baby!” lamented Skeeter with a pained expression. “Your pretty panties is all grubby! Hit that bitch!!!”

The fire blazing in the woodstove was fully engulfed, and the temperature in the room was pushing 90 degrees or more by now. Both girls showed the effects from the sweltering heat, with perspiration covering their half dressed bodies. Michelle dropped to one knee and grabbed Katie’s mane, pulling the groaning girl backwards over her outstretched knee. She jammed her left elbow into the brunette’s pubic bone and pressed the heel of her right hand under Katie’s chin. Applying excruciating pressure, the backbreaker hold had Katie quivering and screaming for mercy.

“You think you’re gettin’ out of here now, bitch?!” hissed the blonde as she exerted severe pressure upon Katie’s arched back. “You aren’t going anywhere!”

Katie screamed out as she languished in the paralyzing hold. She desperately reached toward the blonde, her fingers finding one of Michelle’s bra cups. They frantically clawed at it until the cup was yanked down and the blonde’s tit flopped out above it. Katie’s fingers felt the soft fleshiness of her opponents breast and instantly attacked it, clawing and gouging it savagely. Michelle shrieked as her tit was tormented, unwilling to release her backbreaker hold.

“Uh oh....” mumbled Bud as he witnessed Katie’s counter-attack.

“Git her, baby!” screamed Skeeter. “Tear that tittie off’n her!”

Michelle retaliated by lifting her left elbow and driving it into Katie’s pubic bone. The brunette’s feet left the floor and her tit attack instantly ceased as she howled in agony. She was thrown to the floor where she landed face down and sobbing, her hands thrust under her and clasped onto her cunt. The brutal blonde mounted her on her knees and yanked her left arm out from under her body, grasping the elbow joint and painfully folding it behind Katie’s back in a chicken wing. Michelle snaked her free arm under her castmate’s throat and cinched a chokehold around it, lifting Katie’s face above the floor. The dark haired girl was defenseless and in bad shape.

“I...always knew.........you were a......barbaric....SLUT!!!” gasped Katie, sweat rolling down her face.

Michelle’s face exhibited a nasty smirk and then she released the holds, smacking the back of Katie’s head and bouncing the girl’s face off the floor. She swiftly unhooked the brunette’s bra and wrestled it off the weakly struggling girl, drawing cheers of pleasure from the two horny spectator’s. She rose up, holding the now topless girl by her mane and lifted her to her feet. She spun Katie around so her back faced the couch and then grabbed her by her bare breasts. Katie whimpered sharply as the blonde painfully squeezed her tits.

“And I always knew you were a gutless pussy!” snarled Michelle.

She freed up her right hand and unloaded a hard right cross that grazed Katie’s chin as the brunette defensively jerked her head away at the last moment. The tall girl staggered backward, stunned by the grazing blow. Michelle’s punishment, combined with the unbearable heat of the nearby woodstove had totally drained her, and she wavered to and fro on wobbly legs, her arms dangling uselessly at her hips. The little blonde confidently tipped back her opponents head with a finger under her chin and scoffed.

“Sweet dreams, baby!” she hissed and then drilled Katie’s chin with a devastating punch that sent her sailing onto the couch. The brunette fetched up in a seated position, her chin on her chest and legs spread wide, out cold.

“Yes!” celebrated Bud as he jumped to his feet and looked over at a dejected Skeeter. “My girl beat yours like a rented mule, boy!”

Skeeter gazed at his fallen princess sadly and then tipped the bottle of vodka up, draining the rest of it. Bud brandished the 12 gauge and stepped toward Michelle. “In there, my queen!” he ordered, motioning the barrel toward an adjacent room.

He staggered behind Michelle as she nervously entered the bedroom. Forcing her to lay face down on the hand hewn cedar log bed, he grabbed a pair of handcuffs out of a dresser drawer and cuffed her wrists around one of the posts at the head of the bed. With a couple lengths of rope, he tied Michelle’s ankles splayed out wide to posts at the foot of the bed, leaving her legs spread wide and vulnerable. He lit a small table lamp which cast a soft yet ominous glow about the room.

“I hope you’re comfy, honey pot.” he slurred as he patted Michelle’s fanny. “Your prince will be back in just a minute.”

“Bastard!!!” snapped the struggling blonde.

Bud chuckled and staggered back into the other room. He glanced over at Skeeter who was collapsed in his chair. “Skeeter!” he hollered. Skeeter lurched and mumbled incoherently.

Bud shook his head in disgust and went over to the unconscious Katie. He lifted her limp body up and slung her over his shoulder, uneasily stumbling into the bedroom with her. He laid her beside Michelle face down and lashed her to the bed posts in similar fashion as Michelle cussed wildly.

“Wheewww!” he sighed as he stumbled back against the wall, catching himself. “I do believe I’m shitfaced! Pretty soon I’m gonna have some of your sweet honey on my face, though!”

He haphazardly made his way back to the table where his buddy lounged in an intoxicated slumber. “Skeeter!!!” he yelled. He flopped into his chair and tipped his head back. “We got two of the...sweetest piece’s of tail......we’ll ever...see..in the bedroom........an’..... you’re..... friggin’......passed...........out.......” he groaned just before passing out himself.

Michelle lay in the bed, searching for any means of extrication but finding none. She waited for the nightmarish arrival of the two slobs, but soon she distinctly heard two different pitched snores coming from the other room. “Thank God....” she sighed.

A few moments later Katie began to stir as she roused from her unconsciousness. The brunette grunted and her limbs began to struggle, finding themselves secured to the bed. “What the fuck?!” she mumbled and then turned her head to the side to see Michelle staring back at her.

She opened her mouth to speak but was abruptly cut off by the blonde.

“Don’t say a fucking word, you cunt!” hissed Michelle angrily.

Eventually the exhausted, frightened girls could no longer keep their eyes open and they both dozed. It was dawn when they were both awakened by the baying of the hound dog from outside.

“BANG!!!” came the report of a shotgun blast, causing both of them to shriek. They heard the front door slam and footsteps as someone entered the cabin.

“What the hell are you shootin’ at, asshole!!!” screamed Bud as Skeeter kicked the snow from his boots. He had been immersed in a deep sleep when Skeeter had fired the gun from the porch.

“That son of a bitchin’ coyote was back nosin’ around the chicken coop! Didn’t you hear Duke?!” whined Skeeter.

“No!” growled Bud. “But I sure as hell heard that 12 gauge!”

From inside the bedroom, Katie started another hysterical whimpering fit. “Wwhat are wwee gonna ddooo?!” she blubbered to Michelle. The blonde shot her an icy glance. “‘Don’t say a fucking word’ still applies today you sniveling bitch! Shut the hell up!”

Bud rose from his chair and stretched his aching back as his head pounded from the prior evening’s drunkfest. “Get some coffee boilin’.........make yourself useful!” he barked at Skeeter. “I’ll go get our sweethearts.”

He grabbed the pistol from the table and shuffled into the bedroom. “Mornin’ girls!” he greeted lewdly. He freed Katie and made her free Michelle while he cautiously watched them with pistol in hand. The two scantily clad actresses were marched into the main room as Skeeter began perking some java.

“Look,” whimpered Katie unashamedly, “let us go and we’ll never say a word, I promise!”

“Darlin’,” answered Bud, “me and Skeeter didn’t get to have our fun last night. But my fuckin’ head’s pounding like a drilling rig right now. I think I’ll put some coffee to me while I watch you two girls go another round. You do want a rematch, don’t ya skinny girl?!”

Katie burst into sobs once again. Michelle sighed and looked over at Skeeter. “Can I please have something to drink first? Do you have any water here?!”

Skeeter grabbed two plastic cups and filled them under the faucet. “You have running water here?!” asked Michelle incredulously.

“Hell yes!” answered Skeeter proudly. “Whaddya think, we’re a coupla hillbillies or sumthin’?!”

The blonde rolled her eyes as he presented the cups of water to them. They gulped down the water and savored the liquid as it entered their parched bodies. A few moments later Skeeter and Bud were back in their chairs, enjoying their cups of coffee.

“Get it on, girlies!” commanded Bud with a wave of his hand.

Katie moaned, seeing no escape out of this horrific nightmare. Michelle’s mind raced as she took notice of her surroundings, searching for a weakness in Bud and Skeeter’s armor. Skeeter now had possession of the pistol, and he thrust it out in front of himself toward Katie.

“My trigger finger’s gittin’ itchy again........go on baby, get your revenge!”

Both girls stepped back and faced one another, becoming locked in an intense staredown. Katie was hell bent for revenge, and since this second fight was being forced, her mind concentrated on getting that revenge. Michelle had seen the brunette’s true colors fly the night before, and dishing out another beating to the spineless bitch was going to be a pleasure.

Their eyes flashed anger simultaneously and they slammed together, grabbing each other’s hair and commencing a grappling hairpulling session. The men cheered as the combatants shrieked and struggled, shuffling back and forth across the floor. Katie freed up a hand and suddenly sunk it into Michelle’s crotch, brutally clawing and raking it. Michelle howled in anguish, surprised by the brunette’s dirty attack.

“Now I’ve got you, bitch!” hissed Katie as she yanked Michelle’s hair.

The dangerous blonde glanced down at her foe’s feet and abruptly stomped one of them with her heel, forcing a scream from Katie’s lips. Another heel stomp broke Katie’s crotch claw as she bellowed in pain, her hands grabbing at her foot. Michelle slammed her hand into the brunette’s silk covered mound, administering her own version of the pussy claw. Katie yelped as her foe roughly abused her womanhood as she forced her back against the wall. The brunette pried at Michelle’s wrist, desperately trying to break the hold. Michelle persevered, and used her other hand to inflict damage to Katie’s naked breasts, gouging and squeezing them sadistically.

“Please!!!” begged the brunette between shrieks. “Stop!!!”

Bud hooted and hollered as he watched the smaller blonde dominate the dark haired girl.

“Dammit! My girl is 100% sissy!” groaned Skeeter in shame.

Michelle was relentless with her punishment, determined to destroy her traitor castmate. She let go of Katie’s abused pussy and ripped a punch into the girl’s belly, knocking the wind from her diaphragm. Katie’s torso lurched forward, her mouth twisted in a frozen gasp with her tongue protruding from it.

“Pathetic bitch!” snarled the blonde, delivering a heavy slap to Katie’s face and staggering the overmatched girl.

She pulled the whimpering brunette away from the wall and snapped her face to the side with a backhand slap. Katie was staggered across the room toward the couch with a barrage of forehand and backhand slaps, until she tottered to and fro on her failing legs, nearly out on her feet.

“The skinny girl is done for, Skeeter!” yelled Bud as he watched the brunette bobble to and fro, her chin on her chest.

Michelle stood confidently before her battered castmate, watching her struggle to remain upright. When Katie’s legs could stand no more, she moaned and began to collapse, only to be caught under the armpits by the blonde and held sagging in Michelle’s grasp. The blonde wildcat grunted as she turned her limp foe around, grabbing her by her hair and the back of her panties. She dragged the lifeless brunette to the couch, firmly wedging Katie’s panties deep into the crack of her ass as she went. With a heave she tossed the girl forward, draping her over the back of the couch. Katie emitted no sound as she folded over the top of the tattered piece of furniture, her ass pointing provocatively at the drooling men. She was out cold.

Michelle smirked as she looked at the destroyed girl. She casually grasped the waist of Katie’s wedged panties and peeled them down to her knees, hearing the men gasp. She turned to face them with a coy smile.

“You boy’s do alot of dirt roadin’ around these parts, don’t you?!” she asked. Licking her index finger seductively, she slowly circled Katie’s asshole with it as the guy’s breath caught in their throat. “You wanna go for a cruise?!” she asked with a wink.

Bud and Skeeter were mesmerized by the wondrous vision before them. They jumped out of their chairs and hustled toward Katie, their eyes locked on her bare, inviting ass. Michelle stepped aside and as Bud neared her, she suddenly shoved him hard, sending him staggering off to one side. Before Skeeter could react, she hit him low with a shoulder tackle, sending him toppling to the floor. His head rapped against the floor, stunning him as the pistol left his grip and skittered across the floor. The blonde swiftly scrambled over to it, picking it up and pointing it at the quickly approaching Bud.

“One more step and I’ll blow your balls clean off, asshole!” she hissed.

Bud halted and held up his hands nervously as Skeeter struggled to his feet beside him. The blonde ordered them into the bedroom to retrieve the handcuffs that still lay upon the bed. She snatched them out of Bud’s hand and marched them out onto the front porch.

“Down to your drawer’s, boys.” she ordered.

“Aw come on!” protested Skeeter.

She pulled back the hammer of the pistol and stared at them malevolently. They stubbornly stripped to their tattered boxer’s, commencing a shivering fit in response to the crisp winter morning. Positioning the men on either side of a heavy vertical cedar support pole for the porch roof, she made them face one another and put their hands around the back of each other. Using the handcuffs, she secured them around the pole and around each other, in a perverted hugging posture.

“You don’t mind if I borrow that piece of shit truck, do ya?!” she asked.

“You can’t leave us here! We’ll fuckin’ freeze to death!!!” sputtered Bud.

“Don’t fret, douchebag.” snapped Michelle. “We’ll be back with the sheriff soon.”

She went back into the cabin and got dressed. Gathering Katie’s clothes, she piled them on the couch beside the unconscious brunette, shoving the pistol under one of the cushions. “I ought to leave you here, you pitiful bitch.” she spat. With a sigh she pulled the limp girl into a seated position on the couch and eventually slung her over her shoulder and stood, adjusting her load to a balance point. Picking up Katie’s clothing with her free hand, she labored to the door and stepped out onto the porch with her near naked castmate draped over her shoulder.

Duke’s chain rattled as the hound padded across the porch and began to lap at the brunette’s face dangling within reach at the back of Michelle’s knees. “See you soon, boys!” announced Michelle as she descended the steps carefully and proceeded to the truck. She opened the creaky passenger door and flopped the unconscious brunette onto the seat, tossing her clothes atop her and slamming the door shut. She jumped in the truck and fired it up in a puff of blue smoke and spun it around in the snowy drive, disappearing into the woods as she headed for the main road, the horn blaring.

“Lordy, Skeeter........the boys at the Moose Club are gonna bust our balls for this!” moaned Bud.

“Ta hell with them!” snapped a shivering Skeeter. “What about all them bad-assed motherfucker’s at the State Pen?!!!”

After a few moments, the two cuffed, chilled rednecks heard Michelle accelerate as she hit the now plowed paved main road. They struggled in vain, having no way of escape without the cuff keys, which Michelle had left in the bedroom. Skeeter looked at Bud with a sheepish expression.

“Bud?!”

“What?!!!” growled his angry buddy.

“I gotta piss!” groaned Skeeter.

“Skeeter, if you piss on me I’m gonna cut yer...AAAARRGHHH!!! YOU ROTTEN SON OF A BITCH!!!”