I had been watching the young couple, that were following a beautiful stream up the mountains, away from the Appalachian trail. He was tall and muscular. She was average height but had the best hourglass figure I had ever seen. Her ass was just so full and round and her tits jutted out in such a perky manner. I also saw the black bear approaching. He smelt the food they were carrying and bounded out of the woods into the glade.
She screamed in fear and ran towards a tree that was leaning at an angle. The man screamed and waved his arms in a threatening manor, but the bear chased after the woman. He started ripping at her leg. Didn't she know that black bears, unlike Grizzlys, were excellent tree climbers? I was surprised that she managed to hang on as I saw the man grab a stick and start beating the bear.
The bear, now enraged, left the woman, who had wet and shit her tight pants, and turned to face the man. He held the stick up in a menacing way but the bear pounced on him and clamped down on his shoulder. I heard the snapping of bones, over his screams of pain, as he fell backwards onto the ground pinned by the bear. The bear shook him violently, released his shoulder, and tore his throat out.
The bear stood up on his hind feet and growled in triumph. He looked at the woman and I knew he was going to attack her too. I stepped out from behind the bushes and the bear sensed me turning to look in my direction. I shot my gun into the air and the bear took off running. He knew what guns were and respected them. I walked over to the couple and looked down at the man. He had his throat torn out and was beyond help.
I switched my riffle over to my other hand and told the young woman that it was safe to come down. She slid down the tree trunk and fell onto the forest floor. I guess her mangled leg couldn't handle her weight. Approaching her I noticed that she had passed out. She smelled something awful in her piss and shit filled pants.
I grabbed her arms, and dragged her, to the nearby, fast flowing stream, that they had been following. The water was freezing cold, but she did not wake up. I took her soiled pants and panties off and wiped all the mess away from her ass and pussy.
When she was clean, I dragged her to the shore leaving her legs in the water. I cleaned out her mangled leg. The flesh was torn but the bones were not broken. She was bleeding heavily. I ripped some leaves off some nearby Goldenrod plants. I ground them into a poultice between two rocks and stuffed it in her wound. I then wrapped her mangled calf tightly in strips of buckskin, that I cut off the top of my backpack. I washed her soiled pants and panties out in the water. After wringing them out, I inserted them into my back pack.
It would get cold at night and I could not leave her alone by that stream. She would not survive. I hoisted her up, and balanced her on my broad shoulders. I picked up my gun and started making the long trek back to my cave. I was originally planning to camp down here by the Appalachian trail, where hunting was better, but this woman would not survive out in the elements alone. I would come back to get my gear from my hidden campsite, at a later date.
It was way past dark by the time I got to my cave. My cave was a good fifteen miles away from the Appalachian trail, in one of the most remote areas of the eastern United States. In the twenty years that I had been living in it I had never seen a person in the area.
I was exhausted from carrying her plump body. I laid her down, on a pile of deer hides, and lit the fire. I then ate some dried venison and blackberries. After I ate, I changed her makeshift bandage, applying some better herbs that I kept in case of such an emergency. Her leg had scabbed up nicely but was hot with infection. Once she was taken care of, I went to sleep in my bed.
The next day I cleaned her leg twice. She woke up briefly but did not seem to be aware of her surroundings. The infection was not spreading and the swelling seemed to be going down by that evening.
I still had not redressed her in her now dry and clean pants and panties. The pants only had a few puncture holes in them from the bear bite and were in good shape. The panties were made of satin and were lace trimmed. It had been over twenty years since I had seen panties. I couldn't help myself. I sniffed them and jerked off. They just felt so nice.
By the second day, the leg was feeling much cooler, and the swelling had gone down significantly. I knew that she would wake up soon. She stunk from sweat to I removed her college sweatshirt and wiped her down with soft wet buckskin. God was she gorgeous. Such a round voluptuous ass! Her skin was soft and pale without a blemish on it. Her tits were big and her waist was thin.
It had been over twenty years since I had experienced female companionship. I don't know what came over me but I couldn't let this chance pass over.
I had brought a big maple log into my cave. I was planning to carve a chest out of it in the cold winter months. Now I would put it to better use. Standing at its end, on a little stool, my cock was about six inches higher than the log. This would do nicely. I threw a couple of tanned deer hides over the log and then laid the naked lady on top of it. I draped her arms and legs over the side of the log. I tied her wrists and ankles to the two poles on the floor under the heavy log. I was planning to roll the log back and forth on them as I worked on it. Now they would serve as the perfect place to bound this hot woman.
Her arms hung straight down, but I bent her knees pulling them up almost to her tits. This splayed her ass and gave me great access to that perfect pussy. It also made her round firm ass jut out with an obscene curve. God was it gorgeous! I made sure to strap her waist, shoulders and neck securely to that big log with long straps of rawhide.
I knew what I was doing was so wrong. The society that I had once been a part of, that I had forsaken long ago, viewed raping almost as bad as murder. I just couldn't help myself. I yearned for her gorgeous pussy and I was going to have it. Fuck society! Now, I just waited for her to wake up.
I added logs to the fire and cleaned up my cave. I had made it very comfortable in the years that I had spent here. Lodged in solid limestone rock, my cave was warm in the winter and cool in the summer. The fire warmed it even more and gave it a cozy romantic ambience.
