I screamed as the big black bear bit into my calf. I had tried to climb a tree to get away from him but he just followed me up like it was nothing. My fiancé started whacking the bear on the back with a big stick. Thankfully, the bear let go of my leg, and bounded off the tree to my fiancé. My fiancé tried to spray it with the bear spray, but the bear just got more enraged, and grabbed my fiancé by the shoulder in his horrible jaws.
My fiancé screamed, and I heard the crunching of bones as the bear robbed him of his life.
The bear shook my fiancé's now lifeless body, and then growled in triumph. He stood up on his hind legs and stared right at me. I could see my fiancé's body, with its mangled shoulder and missing throat laying on the ground, next to the victorious bear. The bear's muzzle was a dark red color, from all the blood.
Time stood still. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I had never felt fear like this before. My bladder released its contents in fear. I wet my pants. I didn't even feel my mangled leg. I feared for my life.
Suddenly the bear looked in the other direction. A shot was fired and the bear took off running through the forest. A man in his fifties, with a big beard, dressed in furs and buckskin, like the mountain men of old walked up to my fiancé's body. He looked down at him, quickly noticing that he was beyond help.
He switched his rifle from one hand to the other and grumbled, "It's safe to come down now."
I slid down the tree and fell onto the forest floor. Now I felt the pain in my leg from the vicious bite. It was bleeding bad and I fainted.
When I woke, I found myself hogtied naked onto a large log in a cave. The log was probably four feet in diameter. A deer hide was thrown over it. I was bound over this soft hide, on my stomach. Rawhide straps bound my wrists and ankles to the sides of the log. Other straps went completely around the log, securely lasing my waist, shoulders and neck. My knees were bound in a bent fashion so that they were forward of my ass and almost under my tits. This made my round ass jut out obscenely over the end of the log. I could not move.
There was a fire roaring off to the side, and there was some sparse furniture. Overall, the cave had a warmth to it, unlike the cold foreboding in my guts.
My fiancé and I had decided to trek the Appalachian trail. We were both twenty-six years old and had met in college. In the four years since graduating, we had done well professionally. Both of us quit our jobs to do this four-month trek. It was the adventure of a lifetime until that bear charged us.
"I see that your awake." The mountain man grumbled, "I patched up your leg. You would have bled to death if I had not. I also bandaged it with a salve to prevent infection. Bear saliva is filled with bacteria."
I kind of wish that I had died. This was very creepy.
"A hospital visit would have been expensive." He explained, "you can pay me back, by letting me fuck you. It's not like you have a choice."
I started begging and crying. Panic welled inside of me and I thrashed against the bonds. The rawhide straps did not budge.
Mountain man walked up to my side quietly and just started stroking my naked body in a soothing fashion. Bile came up into my esophagus, I was so petrified. He quietly started telling me how pretty I was and how he had not had sex in over twenty years.
I was balling now. I told him that the search party were sure to find me.
He laughed and said, "Your man is dead. When you passed out, I dragged your body through the brush to the stream. Where I washed the piss and shit out of your pants. Even, if the search parties use dogs, they will conclude, that your body washed down that fast-flowing stream. No one has ever found my cave."
