I had loaded my 4-wheeler with my camera bags and tripods, made sure it was full of gas, and then headed out from my house into the forest. I was on my yearly quest to locate two of the native wildflowers that grow around here. I had tried for several years but had been unable to find them. I felt that this year might be special and I would at last get some photos of them.
As I traveled the back roads left over from logging that was done about forty years ago, I noticed that there were some tire tracks that were not supposed to be there. I own all the land around here and don't allow people to come onto my property. I started to follow them and see where they went. As I rounded a turn, I noticed that someone had pulled off the road and had tried to hide their truck by pulling under some low hanging tree branches. I got off my bike, grabbed one of my cameras and started down a path that I had never seen before. I guess I had walked about a quarter of a mile when I began to hear sounds coming from behind some old downed trees. I slowed up so as not to make any noise and quickly peeked around one end of the tree. I was absolutely shocked by what I saw.
A young woman was bound to an old, dead tree. She was totally nude, with her legs tied to two stakes driven in the ground so that they were held wide open and her arms were tied above her head, to a rope thrown over a higher branch. There was a gag of some sort in her mouth and she was blindfolded. I looked around but didn't see anyone else nearby. She was in her late twenties with shoulder length blonde hair. Her breasts were round and firm looking, with her nipples standing out proudly. Between her legs was just a hint of pubic hair and I could see her pussy lips protruding slightly from her slit.
I was just going to announce my presence to her when I heard a noise in the brush behind her. I pulled myself closer to my end of the tree and eased myself down into a crouch. A man walked out of the woods and over to the girl. He grabbed hold of the rope holding her arms and tested it. Satisfied, he then squatted and checked the ropes holding her legs open.
He stood and said to her, "Sarah, you've brought this all on yourself. You should not have tried to run away from me when I was filling the truck with gas."
He leaned down and stuck his tongue out, licking the side of her face. She turned her head away from him quickly. He grabbed her hair in his hand and pulled her head forward towards his face.
There was just a breath of distance between them when he hissed, "Sarah, you just don't understand how serious your present situation is; that you are completely at my mercy, and mine to do as I see fit. If I want to touch your tits," he grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard, making her body flinch, "I will. If I want to touch and play with your cunt," he said, "I will. If I want to stick my fingers in any of your holes, I'll do that too."
He placed his other hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy several times then raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them off.
"In other words, Sarah," he spit, "you fucking belong to me, totally!"
He pushed her back against the tree she was tied to, walked over to a small stump and sat down, just staring at her.
She started to make noises into her gag and I assumed that she was trying to say something. After several times of trying, she quit and slumped against her ropes. After a while the man got up and walked over to her and asked if she wanted to have the gag out of her mouth. She shook her head yes. He reached behind her head and started to remove it.
"If you cry out or in any way try and attract any attention," he said, "I will slap the shit out of you and make you wear the gag forever. Do you understand me?" he asked.
Again she nodded her head yes. He finished removing her gag, then walked back to his stump and sat down again.
Sarah told him, "I have to go to the bathroom."
"So go," he replied laughing.
"But I can't go here," she cried, "take me to use the bathroom, right now!"
He jumped off his seat, stood in front of her and slapped her face, hard.
"Don't you EVER tell me what to do," he said. "I tell YOU what to do!" He then slapped her face again. "Now I'm telling you that if you want to go to the bathroom, you fucking better do it right here and right now!"
Sarah started to cry and her face turned red both from the two slaps and her coming humiliation of having to piss in front of this man, right where she stood. The man squatted and looked between Sarah's legs as she started to relieve herself. It started as a small trickle and, as her pussy lips were stuck together, it splashed against her legs and then finally down below her feet. She pissed for several minutes it seemed, then finally stopped. She had her head down and was still silently crying.
"See, Sarah, he asked, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" She said nothing. "I said was it?" he screamed at her. He slapped her pussy with the back of his hand once, and then stood. He grabbed her hair again and shook her head back and forth. "Answer me you fucking bitch," he shouted at her.
Sarah said, "No, it wasn't so bad."
I guess that at this point I decided that I had to do something about this situation. Because of the rattlesnake problem in these woods, I have made it a habit to always carry a pistol and I had it with me today. I wondered just exactly what my options were. I was too far from being able to call the law for any help as my cell phone won't work here in the mountains. I didn't really know what to do but I had to do something and soon. I looked around the tree again and saw that he was leaning with his back against the old tree behind him. I stepped out from my hiding place and drew my weapon. As I pulled back on the hammer, the gun made an audible click. He looked up and saw me standing there holding a gun on him. The blood left his head and he looked as white as a sheet.
"Just what in the Hell is going on here?" I asked. "Why are you doing this?"
"M... M... Mister," he said, "this is not what it looks like."
Sarah spoke then. "Troy, what's going on and who is that?"
I turned to her and asked, "Lady, do you know this guy?"