Escape for the Holiday

Chapter 1

Jeannie just received an envelope.

She is intrigued by its size and shape.

She opens it and discovers that she has won the grand prize to a contest that she had forgotten about.

She is happy, the Christmas season is in full swing and she now has an excuse to be away for the holidays. The timing is perfect being alone for the holidays is a bore. Friends and family always feel obliged to invite you; the gestures are nice and heartfelt but sometimes it's just easier being alone.

She calls her mother and a few friends and tells them that she will be gone for two weeks.

She walks around the streets before her departure. She looks at other couples with envy. They are kissing. The girls smile. She is alone and she feels it even more during this season. If only she had someone to cuddle with...

But Jeannie is very shy; she has always been very shy. So shy, that even buying a loaf of bread at the local bakery is complicated.

She needs and adventure; a road trip would do her some good.

She decides to drive to her vacation rather than take the plane.

She refuses to tell anybody where she is headed; she does not want to be bothered by anyone. She takes the road early one morning and drives all day. Some time during the night it starts to snow, and the snowfall soon becomes too much for her to drive safely. Eventually, she notices an old sign for a small inn a few miles off the road. She decides to try it. It has gotten very dark by now and the side-road towards the refuge is not lit. She finally finds the inn in the middle of a valley deep in the forest. To her relief the lights are on.

Unbeknownst to her, in the back of the building, a truck is backed-up and men are busy loading up some furniture.

She notices that the parking lot is empty but the small glass lobby on he first floor of the old farmhouse has an old sign that says open.

She opens the door. A bell chimes to signal her entrance. Timidly she steps in and approaches the reception desk. She waits by the desk; no one seems to have heard her step in. She sees a bell and decides to ring it. Finally, a man comes through a door behind the reception desk.

"May I help you young lady?"

Shyly:

"I... I am looking for a room for the night. I cannot drive with all the snow and I need to rest. I am also looking for some place to have something to eat tonight."

"We can help you out in both cases. Do you want to step into our dining room?"

"Sure... Do I need to register first?"

"No, that's fine we can take care of that tomorrow."

In the empty dining room she sits in a remote corner and waits for the menu to be brought to her. The man from the reception brings her a glass of wine on a tray from the kitchen.

"You'll have to excuse us we were not expecting any guests until tomorrow. It will take a while to get the kitchen going. Won't you enjoy this wine while we get ready?"

She smiles, accepts with a nod as the man retrieves into the kitchen, and starts to drink as she waits. Suddenly she feels very sleepy, her vision is getting blurry.

As she gets up, the man comes out of the kitchen.

"You won't need to prepare any food after all. I feel very sleepy all of a sudden. I think am going to skip dinner," she explains.

She manages to get up to her room and falls on the bed.

A second man has joined the man from the reception as they walk up to the room behind her. When they see her fall on the mattress, they hold the door open.

They step in and turn the light on.

The room is bare and there is only a bare mattress on the floor, no linen, and no pillows.

"I don't know what you put in her wine but it worked! She is out cold man!"

"Take her suitcases, take everything, and help me take her cloths too."

They undress her.

In her drugged sleep she does not react to their touch. Shoes, pants, sweater, shirt; everything is removed slowly so as not to wake Jeannie up.

"What a body! You would not know from the way she dresses... She is hot!"

"Hurry, we don't have time!" Says the man from the reception.

She moves in her sleep. They stop for a second and soon start again. She is only wearing her bra and panties now.

"Take everything off"

"Everything?"

"Yes"

The first man unsnaps her braw and soon she is topless.

"Hhhh..." Jeannie lets go of a small moan of comfort when her cleavage is released.

The second man approaches the bed to remove her panties. He kneels at the foot of the bed his armed stretched out to pull the elastic of her garment down. She moves again and as she does so she grabs one of his arms between her thighs. He does not move. Is she awake? No. Yet he is trapped, his hand now squeezed between her thighs.

"Wait a second and then slowly remove the panty and we go."

The sleeping girl does not relax her hold of his hand. Instead he feels her pelvis moving. Soon the man feels a wet spot on his arm.

"You are not gonna believe this, she is getting wet on my hand!"

"I don't care for it, as soon as she lets go we go! We are going to be trapped by the snow if we don't hurry.

"Ok then I'm gonna enjoy this... I'll get her off fast this way maybe she'll release me."

"WHATEVER!"

The man whose hand is still trapped moves closer. He slowly shifts the body of the sleeping girl so that she lies on her stomach. With his free hand he pushes on the small of her back thus increasing the pressure between her legs on his trapped hand. Sure enough it works; the added pressure forces the girl to dry-hump the man's hand and forearm. She is enjoying this and her panties get wetter by the moment. Her hips move with the pressure that the man applies with his free hand. Soon he feels her hips gyrate; he accelerates the back and forth that he applies between his two hands. She rubs the nub at the center of her pleasure a few more times and a small "Oooh!" escapes her lips.

She releases the man's hand still deep in the drug induced sleep.

"You see it did not take long at all! Three minutes and she is done!"

He Slides the panties off and puts them to his nose inhaling her scent.

She is now naked on the bare mattress.

"Man you are sick! Let's go NOW!"

Chapter 2

The day is almost half gone. It is still lightly snowing. A thick blanket of snow covers the grounds. It has snowed so much that the truck has not left any tracks. The building is surrounded and the snow reaches over the handles of the doors. The building is snowed-in.

Jeannie opens an eye. Her lids are heavy; everything seems to be in a fog. Yet, the room is bright with the reflection from the snow and of the light in the bare white walls of the room.

She is lying on her back. She covers her face with one of her forearms. She feels cold and curls up into a ball.

She is still groggy from the drugs.

Then she realizes that she is bare and sits up in a panic. She has never slept nude before and she pulls her knees to her chin and looks around.

"Where am I?" she whispers. She does not remember.

The room is bare with nothing to help her cover-up.

She gets up and goes to the bathroom still trying to hide herself.

Nothing there to use, not even toilet paper.

She is really uncomfortable. As she moves her hands and arms to cover her body, she looks around the room. Is there nothing to hide herself with?

She looks at the door leading to the hallway.

She puts an ear to the door.

No noise. Silence and emptiness; the hallway is deserted.

She screams for help through the door.

Puts an ear to the door and still no movement.

She tries to open the door, it is not locked and opens up, she slams it shut hastily.

Now she is trembling in fear. She is nude and it seems that she might have to step out into this unknown place in her birthday suit!

She waits and tries to prepare for what she is about to do, but the build up is unbearable.

She cracks the door open and yells for help through the crack.

No answer. Will she really need to go out nude?

This fear suddenly agitates her. Her breathing increases, her face feels red, her heart beats faster. What if someone sees her like this?

She passes her head through the opening, her body hidden by the door, and yells again.

There is still no answer and nothing to be heard from behind the door.

After what feels like hours of this screaming and hiding Jeannie finally steps out of the room painfully, timidly, bent in half, stuck to the door to hide herself. She screams louder than ever and jumps back in the room clearly scared. Still no noise, still the same deafening silence. She is burning up with the strain that this situation puts on her. She is hot; her face is crimson and her breathing completely erratic.

She decides to make another attempt and ventures out in the hallway to scream her head off.

The door slams behind her.

"No!"

She jumps back to open the door but it has locked behind her.

"Oh! No!" She is thus forced out of her refuge bare as the day she was born.

She panics and sticks her body to the door her head frantically looking around to make sure she is not seen.

The door is definitely locked. She releases the handles and tries to cover herself with her hands. One hand attempts to cover her generous cleavage while the other reaches down to her sex. Shock and confusion ensues. She is wet, hot, and sticky down there! She had been too scared to realize what had been happening to her body. She had been frigid all of her waking life and now she was wet? She knew that during her dreams she had felt something like the heat that was currently between her legs; it had even woken her up once. But she had never known anything like this in all of her waken memories. Why now, why during the most humiliating and embarrassing of circumstances? She is soon to enthralled by the desire building up within her for the first time to control herself.

Without realizing it the hand that covered her sex has been pushing down on the mound between her legs. It feels hot, and it feels good. What is going on? She does not seem to have any control over herself. As she is standing there, in the middle of a hallway where anyone could see, her hand starts to move back and forth over her sex. She is discovering a heat and moisture that she had only read about. Her chest is constricted, her heart is about to explode, and her face is hot. This is too much! All these feelings that she has never known are overtaking her. Only the desire is important now. Her palm is building up the pressure on her sticky lips and against her engorged clit. "Hhhhh!" Her body is changing in her hand. Standing is complicated; she leans over to the closest wall. While she holds herself up with her shoulders, she rubs her face and her erect nipples against the soft fabric of the wall. Her hips are sticking out as if waiting for someone to grab hold of them. Her second hand caresses her flat stomach and slowly makes its way to her sticky fingers. She slowly drops to her knees, her face still stuck to the wall. She parts her legs further, she parts her labia with her moist index finger and middle finger. With the index of the second hand, she slowly starts to rub herself more profoundly. Wetness, humidity, heat, the index traces the opening of her slit. Slowly and timidly, the first phalange of her index presses into her. She applies pressure and stops to enjoy the new sensation. She can feel her heart beating around her finger. In and out, in and out, over and over, it's hot, it's liquid, it gets hotter, and it feels better. Another finger joins the dance; the sensation of being parted amazes the girl. What if someone came into the hallway now? That thought does not linger long as a new wave of hot, bursting lust grips her mind and starts pumping a feverish rush of blood through her. "Hhhhh!" "Hhhhh!" Its so good. Her fingers go deeper and deeper. The first hand is now soaked with her juices. With the tips of her fingers she starts to rub the area around her clit while she is digging deeper into her pussy with her other hand. She discovers the engorged nub of pleasure between her legs and a new wave of pleasure overtakes her. She starts to move her hands rhythmically. "Ooooh! Ooooooh! Oooooooh!" Jeannie reaches her first orgasm!

Chapter 3

She comes down from her orgasmic high quickly. What just happened? The heat that has overtaken her is followed by a hollowed cool, an emptiness of sorts. She panics and tries another door, and another, and another. All the doors are locked in the hallway and nowhere to hide. She is stuck to the walls advancing slowly towards the stairs always terrified of her own nudity. Yet she does comprehend the dampness between her legs. It does not diminish....

"Help! Help!" She screams every so often, but what if somebody did see her now? She would not know what to do, or how to react. She is tensed. She makes her way down to the first floor, and continues her explorations stuck to the walls. She finds the dining room where she was to have dinner the night before, aside for the booths lining the walls it is completely empty, but she now remembers the events of the night before. She passes her head through the entrance leading to the small glass reception and there is still nobody to be found.

She is now confident that the inn is empty.

It has been hours, and she is now comfortable enough to walk without having to stick to the walls. Yet, her arms are still attempting to hide her body. And the heat and dampness is ever present between her legs.

The day reaches to an end. She is tired emotionally and physically. The only thing that she has found through her explorations of the building is a half empty bottle of whisky and a roll of toilet paper. She lies down in one of the booths in the dining room. It is the only room in the building that still has furniture. It is the only furniture that was stuck to the walls and floors; the only furniture that could not be lifted into the truck. She is agitated and cannot fall asleep. She reaches for the whisky and takes two large swigs. It relaxes her somewhat and one of her hands reaches for the damp, hot stickiness that she has felt all through the day. She touches herself without any timidity. She lies back down on her back and spreads her legs, one stretching over the table of the booth, the foot of the other leg hooking over the back of the couch. She is opened to the world. She starts to touch herself; the excitation that has built up since her last orgasm needs release. Back and forth, in and out, she digs her heels in and tenses up, her back arches. She lifts her hips in the air; her shoulders carry the weight of her heated body as her hips start a frenzied gyrating motion as if making love to an invisible lover. "Hhhhh!" "Hhhhh!" "Ooooh! Ooooooh! Oooooooh!" She quickly, reaches a thunderous orgasm and collapses on the leather couch of the booth.

With her remaining energy, she uses the roll of toilet paper to make a makeshift skirt and bra after some failed attempts. The roll is completely gone when she is done. She falls asleep in the booth. As she sleeps, the makeshift toilet paper clothing falls apart.

Chapter 4

In the deserted snowy forest, a man walks towards the hotel. He is adequately equipped for the weather with fur coat, snow boots, walking stick, snowshoes, and a backpack.

He has the keys to the hotel and once inside he removes his snow gear. He looks much like a hermit, a no-nonsense man. He is tall, strong, rugged, and thick bearded, a real mountain man. As he walks in the building he notices the theft. He walks around the building, opens some of the rooms, his anger building up, the doors opening and closing with more energy. He gets to a big metal door. When he opens it with his set of keys he manages a smile. The thieves could not get in and the room is full and untouched. His personal belongings are still there.

He closes the room and keeps on looking through the building.

Once in the dining room, he passes by the sleeping girl before noticing her out of the corner of his eye. He is surprised, but anger quickly overwhelms him.

He grabs her sleepy face with one hand and lifts her of the leather cushion as if she were a doll; he slaps her with the other hand.

"Wake-up! You bitch! Wake-up!"

Jeannie opens her eyes terrorized. Her mouth opens but the fear paralyses her vocal cords. No sound comes out of her mouth.

He slaps her some more, her face quickly turning pink, then hot, then red.

She curls up on the bench, the fear causing her to lose control of her bladder; she lets herself go on the bench.

He keeps on slapping her.

"Stealing is not enough! You have to ruin what's left by peeing too?"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Everything is gone, I don't even have insurance"

"Stop! Stop hitting me!" she manages to say.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"I did not steal..."

He hits her some more.

"Shut up! Don't lie to me!"

"Stop! Please, STOP!"

She is trapped with no escape and has to suffer his wrath. She is all too aware of her weakness against this man twice her size and so much stronger than her. She is all too aware of her nudity. She cannot look up at him she is curled in a ball and does not know where to expect the next slap. Thigh, butt, feet, back, head, the hits are random. Each hit leaves a red mark and, soon after, her skin tingles where the hand made contact, and the mark then heats up. Jeannie tries to shift further into the booth away from him. When she moves her hips under her, her butt and pussy make contact with the leather pillow of the couch. Shock and confusion ensues, again... The heat and the dampness are there! Why? Yesterday, she thought that she had reached the limits of embarrassment. A quiver runs all over her as the tingling sensation of the slaps accentuates. Why is her body reacting this way?

She does not have time to find out. She backs-up against the wall out of his reach for an instant. The hitting stops but he climbs in the booth after her.

"Where are your friends?"

"Who?"

"The ones who left you stranded here."

She rises on her feet on the couch to move away from him as he reaches in, moving against the wall as far away from his hands as possible.

"Stop hitting me, Please!"

"They thought they would return to open my room and left you behind..."

"Stop..."

"Please, Stop!"

He is not listening to her and continues his reaching motion into the booth. As he bends forward to grab her or slap her, she manages to jump-up on the table and leaps over his back. She runs away, but he follows. He knows that she is walking into a dead end. She is trapped in a hallway with no exit. All the rooms are closed. She backs away, trying to cover her body. She is all too aware of her nudity, of her vulnerability. She backs into a corner and tries to argue with him.

"I did not do anything! I did not steal from you!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He is now within reach and slaps her again.

"Don't lie!"

"I did not..."

He slaps her again.

"The more you lie, the more I'll hit you! Shut up!"

He grabs her by the hair. Jeannie screams and tries to pull away. They wrestle for a while, his arms grabbing hold of her chest, of her breasts, as she tries to walk away from him. She is so much lighter than he is that she does not stand a chance. Her movements just create a friction between them; she is moving and rubbing against an immovable force. The contact with his body is a catalyst. Could she be hotter? She does not give in and still tries to escape. But the more she moves, the more she is aware of her naked flesh brushing against the man. Soon, she gets tired; too tired to fight anymore.

Once the man feels Jeannie give in, her grabs her from the back of her neck, seizing a handful of her hair in the process. It hurts, so she rises to her feet and gets lead at arm's length in front of him, completely subdued. As they pass-by the hallways, she notices the heavy fur coat that the man was wearing.