The Meadow Snare

"Those are some cute panties you got there, Jennie. Pretty flowers. But not as nice as those smooth legs," I cringed as he reached out and brushed his hand against my outer thigh. " Smooth as a newborn, with just the right amount of meat on them. He gave my thigh a playful slap, and I cried out in surprise. "Sure are jumpy, aren't we? I stared at the ground. I couldn't really believe this was actually happening. It felt like it was happening to somebody else.

"Answer me, Jenny." Jason growled

"Yes, I am jumpy." I looked up at his eyes through my tear-blurred vision. Then he slapped me. Hard, across the face. The slap resounded across the clearing, and I fell over, entirely taken by surprise. I stayed on the ground, stupefied, then I began to sob.

"It's yes-sir to you! Don't you dare disrespect me, woman!" He ordered me to get back up, and so I did. "Now, take everything off except your underwear. Now." His voice was cold, no longer mocking, but full of threat. I didn't want to be hurt again.

"Yes, sir." I replied in my girl voice, and stepped out of my boots and jeans. I removed my t-shirt quickly and flung it on the ground. The cool air felt bizarre against my exposed skin, and I shivered as I stood before my captors in just panties and brassiere. I decided to just play along with these sick fucks and get it over with. But they were just beginning.

"Good girl, that's a good girl. Now, from now on you'll do as you're told. Any lip and Bryan here is going to grab a switch and we'll make sure you regret it. Understood?" I winced at the thought of being held down and thrashed. I remembered my painful childhood punishments.

"Yes, sir." Jason stepped back, admiring my body. He nodded his approval, then reached out to grasp my left breast. I flinched. His hand cupped it firmly, squeezing. I whimpered, because they were still growing, and so very sensitive. "So small, but, god, you really do have boobs." His voice was gentle now, almost filled with awe. His squeezing continued, and I squirmed uncomfortably. "How did you hide these for so long?" He looked up, and it took me a minute to realise that the question was not rhetorical, but of genuine curiosity.