Matt guided the car off the narrow two-lane road onto a twisting dirt one, slowing rapidly and shifting the car into second. The jouncing of the automobile was starting to excite Kathy. All the teen sensed was the subtle rubbing of her cunt-lips against one another, her clit starting to spring up from the surrounding pulsing flesh. Kathy chewed down on the gagging rag, tasting her own sour spit as they rambled down the path. In the distance she could see those very cabins she had spied on earlier. A chill rushed through her veins, her hairs standing up on end.

"Inside. We're gonna make sure you don't go around and blab what's happenin' here."

Matt tore open the door, grabbing her by the hair and jerking her from the car. Kathy screamed through her gag, feeling herself losing balance and tumbling from the seat onto the ground. She scraped her knees painfully against the door, pitching head-long into the darkness. Again she screamed through the gag, feeling herself twisting, her wrists and ankles struggling against the binding tape keeping them together.

She felt the sharp shock of her head and arm slamming against the pound, her legs shooting up over her head from the force of the sudden stop. The young blonde teen rolled awkwardly head over heels several times before coming to a stop several feet from the car. Matt was up behind her in an instant, pressing one foot against her cheek, pushing her face into the dirt. Kathy gasped, her nose flattening against the soft pound. Field grass made her nostrils tickle.

Now her arms and legs ached as bruises began to break out on her body. And now she felt the killing pressure against the side of her face. He was wiping his filthy shoes against her skin, laughing at her as she lay there helpless, her wrists and ankles bound cruelly by the sticking tape.