A branch snapped behind him and the hunter turned, raising his rifle. He was startled to see a person covered in mud from head to toe carrying a knife and running at him. "Stop right there mister and drop the knife." The muddy man skidded to a stop.

"I don't want to hurt you, I just need your gun. I need it!" It was a woman underneath all that mud!

The hunter pulled the trigger, sending a bullet into the ground at her feet. He worked the bolt action with a fluid motion and aimed at her chest. The deafening roar of the hunting rifle took all the fight out of the woman and she dropped her knife.

"Now kick it away from you and turn around." She reluctantly obeyed. He could see now that her hands were cuffed, her muddy clothes were prison orange and the "knife" was more like a shiv. There was a prison on the edge of the forest but that was easily a 50 miles as the crow flies. "How did you get here?"

"I rode a unicorn. What do you think? I walked." She snapped sarcastically.

"Why?" He asked but she remained sullenly silent. There would be time to get to know her story. The hunter had hoped to bag a buck today, instead he caught himself an escapee. Maybe there was a reward? Although he enjoyed the solitude of the forest and spent all his vacation time at his small hunting cabin, this visitor would make a nice diversion. He prodded her back with the butt of his rifle. "Walk."

He was content to walk in silence but his prisoner's resolve soon cracked. "Please just let me go. I'm innocent but I couldn't afford a lawyer and my ex pinned me with his tax fraud. I'm too young to spend the next ten years in prison. Please let me go?"

The hunter didn't respond. She babbled on, "Please? I won't tell anyone about you. I'll do anything you want if you let me go." Still the hunter held his tongue.

Soon they came to a small creek, "Wash that mud off." He ordered bruskly.

She stepped into the water and pulled back. "It's freezing!" She protested. He pushed her into the water and she came up sputtering and cursing. "What the hell?" She tried to get out of the water on the other side of the stream but the hunter was on her. He was fast and impossibly strong for her to resist. After two weeks on the run, foraging in the forest she was thin and weak from hunger.

The hunter pulled his knife and sliced the muddy clothes from her body, leaving her shivering and wet in her bra and panties and cheap prison shoes. "Take those off and bathe." He ordered again.

With her hands cuffed she could not reach behind her back to unclasp the bra. She tried to lift it over her head but struggling with the handcuffs and trembling from fear and cold she only managed to flip the cups up exposing her small breasts. The hunter finished the job with his knife leaving her bra and panties a tattered ruin along with her orange prison jumpsuit on the rocky bank of the creek. The prisoner crossed her legs and tried to cover her modesty with her hands.

"Wash that mud off." He said for a third time. The edge in his voice threatened dire consequences for refusal so she plunged back into the cold knee deep water and did her best to rub the mud from her skin and hair. She started shivering uncontrollably and the hunter had to go into the water and pull her out. "That's good enough." With the mud gone, he could see that her medium length hair was blonde and she had a pretty face.

His prisoner was shivering too badly to walk so he threw her over his shoulder and carried her across the meadow to his hunting cabin. Inside he set her down on the floor near the wood stove and kindled a fire. He locked the gun and his hunting knife in the cabinet, wrapped a warm blanket around her shoulders and went back outside. He retrieved the tattered ruins of her prison clothes and returned to the cabin. The fire in the stove was blazing now, and it crackled and hissed when he threw the wet clothes inside.

The prisoner watched him warily, still shivering slightly. "What is your name?"

"M-m-megan." She answered through chattering teeth.

"M-m-megan, this is my mining claim and you are trespassing."

"Ha! Call the cops. You got me." Sarcasm dripped from her voice.

"Where were you going?"

"I don't know." She admitted. "I escaped from the prison yard and ran into the forest. I got lost the farther I ran... I got lost."

"The first autumn snows will probably fall this month. You might have lived long enough to die of hypothermia if a bear or mountain lion didn't find you first."

"I was so cold and hungry and scared."

The hunter gazed at her for a while. He got up and took a piece of jerked venison from a jar in the cupboard. "Eat this, slowly."

She took the offered jerky and bit off a large chunk, chewing enthusiastically. "Thank you." She said with her mouth full. The light from outside was fading fast. It was too dark to go back out hunting for fresh meat today. The hunter opened a tin of beans and ate half of it, the other half he gave to Megan who had finally stopped shivering.

While she ate the hunter thought about the situation. Megan set down the can of beans and looked up at him. "Thank you. You saved my life." She paused nervously. "What is your name? What are you going to do with me?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet. You are a fugitive." He said bluntly. "Harboring you is against the law." He didn't think it was very risky given the remoteness of his mining claim but she didn't need to know that. "My cabin is well stocked for a two week hunting trip but I don't have enough provisions to support you and me. I can take you back to town and turn you in..."

"Oh no! Please don't! Just let me go."

"If I send you away you will die from exposure or a predator." He saw the desperation on her face and let the thought of being torn to shreds by an animal or dying alone in the cold and dark sink in. The sun had set and the only light in the small cabin came from the flickering glow of the wood stove.

"Please don't let me die and don't turn me in."

"Stand up and let me look at you."

She stood and reluctantly dropped the blanket. Wearing only steel handcuffs he admired her body. She was short and slender with narrow hips and small breasts, not the body shape he preferred, but he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass. The hunter guessed she was 25 or maybe younger. Her blonde hair was matched by blonde curls between her legs. "Are you going to rape me?" She asked with a trembling voice.

"Just think of it as earning your room and board. Are you on birth control?"

"No. They won't give us birth control in prison." Of course not. He had no condoms in the cabin because his ex wife never had any interest in the great outdoors.

"Come here." Reluctantly she approached him. The hunter grabbed the short chain of her handcuffs and padlocked her to the foot of his small bed. "Ass or mouth?"

"What? No please don't do this. Please!" The hunter undressed in front of her while she pleaded uselessly. He looked to be in his mid 40s with short brown hair shot through with gray. But his body was strong and his cock stood stiffly at attention.

"Ass or mouth?" She refused to answer and looked away from him. He kept a jar of lard in the cupboard for cooking and took a bit on his fingers. Megan struggled to get away but he grabbed her roughly by the hips and spread the fat over her anus and pushed inside with a finger. She was crying and begging him to stop. With his finger in her ass he asked, "Have you ever had anal sex before?"

She nodded miserably. "Did you like it?" Her only answer was sobbing. The hunter removed his finger and pressed the tip of his penis against her anus and pushed. She clenched hard but the lard made it impossible to resist. He groaned with pleasure as he buried himself in the helpless girl's ass. She fought to get away but a few sharp slaps on her butt calmed her down.

He rested his chest on her back and grabbed a tiny pink nipple in each hand then he started thrusting inside her. She screamed in outrage at the violation and with each thrust he tugged against her nipples. Her cries only excited him to continue his onslaught. The hunter hadn't had sex in years and his desire brought him to climax too soon for his taste. He sighed with satisfaction as his penis swelled and shot hot come deep in her bowels.

He let go of her nipples and pulled out. It surprised him to see that his penis was not covered with her filth, she must not have eaten in days. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped the lard and ass juices off and threw the towel in the fire. Leaving her naked, violated and bound to the foot of his bed, the hunter went outside to relieve himself. The air was cold on his naked flesh but he relished the sensation. He wasn't due back at work for ten days, he would take his time enjoying her body before he had to decide what to do with her.


Chapter 2

He awoke with the first rays of sunlight and got dressed for hunting. He took the rifle and knife from the gun cabinet, jerky from the cupboard and looked at his sleeping prisoner. She was curled up naked at the foot of his bed with her wrists handcuffed to the bed frame. Her delightful ass was still shiny from the lard used as makeshift lubricant. His penis stirred to life in his pants but he put those thoughts away. He needed to catch a deer soon or all his stores would be eaten up.

The nearby creek was a popular watering hole for deer and other forest critters but there were none this morning. He checked several known deer trails and finally spotted a doe with two older fawns. They were yearlings, old enough to fend for themselves, but the hunter decided to keep looking. Finally he spotted a young buck with only a fork and horn rack. The buck was upwind and hadn't heard him, it was an easy shot and the buck took two staggering steps and fell.

He field dressed the deer, burying the blood and internal organs, and carried it on his shoulders to the cabin where he hoisted it up with a winch to let the blood drain. He peeked inside the window and saw Megan had dragged the bed to the far side of the room probably looking for the key to the padlock. "Good morning!" He greeted her as he entered the cabin.

"I have to pee really bad." She said right away. The hunter nodded and stooped down to unlock her. Megan had a steak knife from the drawer hidden under the bed and pulled it against his throat. "Let me go you fucker!" She screamed.

"I am." He replied calmly, unlocking the padlock. She stood, holding the knife toward him.

"What did you think to accomplish with that? That you might kill me? I promise you won't survive the winter alone. Go outside and pee, there is an outhouse over there."

She was confused at his calm response but her need to urinate overrode everything else and she dashed outside, still carrying the steak knife. The hunter started to make breakfast on the wood stove. Bacon, potatoes and coffee. It was possible Megan would run for it, but he thought the odds were better the smell of bacon would draw her back inside. He was halfway through breakfast when she proved him right. The naked girl came into the cabin and asked meekly if she could have some breakfast.

"When I am finished you can have the leftovers if you put the knife away." She immediately went to the kitchen drawer and dropped the knife inside. "Good girl. I can take care of you and keep you warm and fed. If you don't want that you can leave."

"Does that mean you won't rape me any more?"

"No." I said bluntly. "It's up to you to leave if you don't like it."

"I can't leave. You know that."

"And so do you. Here, you can eat the rest." He handed her the plate with a few bites of bacon and fried potato left. She ate them and looked at him with hungry eyes. "You won't get any more until dinner, but if you are still hungry you can eat whatever you suck from my dick."

"I'll pass." Her voice dripped with resentment.

"As you like. I am going to butcher the deer I got this morning. You will clean the cabin, understood? Fetch water from the creek, there is a bucket and soap and rags under the sink."

The hunter butchered his kill and burned the carcass to not attract mountain lions or scavengers near the cabin. He set aside the fattiest cuts for sausage, a few steaks for cooking and the rest for preserving as jerky. He stored the best cuts wrapped in butcher paper in a cold box built into the ground near the cabin where the earth was always cold even on the hottest summer day. They would last a week without spoiling. The rest of the meat he would smoke, cure with salts or season as sausage.

He watched with satisfaction as his prisoner made trips back and forth to the creek for cleaning water. Her naked body kept distracting him from his work. It was careless of him to be caught off guard by her knife this morning. She could have killed him but she needed him and she knew it.

He finished his butchering by early afternoon and set about splitting wood. He already had enough split and stacked in the shed for several weeks of normal cooking use. He slept under warm blankets and spent the days outdoors so he didn't need the fire but his naked companion would require more fuel to keep warm.

The axe split though the log with a satisfying crack and sent the halves flying. He wiped the sweat off his brow and looked up to see Megan staring at him from the window. "Come on out here!" He called. She obeyed and came outside. "Are you finished cleaning?" She nodded. "Good, help me by taking the split pieces and stacking them in the woodshed on the right side."

They both worked for another hour until the hunter called a halt. "That's enough to last us a while. Get a bar of soap, a bucket, towels, and a washcloth and meet me down by the creek." The hunter stood in the knee deep cold water enjoying himself as his prisoner bathed him and poured water from the bucket to rinse the soap away. When he was clean he returned the favor and bathed the blonde girl from head to toe, paying special attention to her privates and her hair. She didn't protest but she was shivering again by the time he finished.

Back in the cabin she sat in front of the roaring wood stove while the hunter prepared dinner. The smell of the venison steak, baked potato and grilled carrots had Megan salivating. She was very hungry and her heart dropped when she saw it was only enough for one. She watched the hunter eat slowly, savoring each bite, finally she asked, "May I have something to eat?"

"You may have whatever you can suck out of my cock. If you do that, you can have my leftovers."

Megan was revolted at the idea of eating the hunter's sperm but she was so hungry. "OK I'll suck your dick."

Wordlessly the hunter turned in his chair and spread his legs. He ate slowly while the handcuffed escapee pulled his pants open and drew his penis out. It was semi hard when she put it into her mouth. The faint smell of soap lingered in his salt and pepper pubic hair and she was glad she bathed him earlier.

She held the tip in her mouth and rubbed the shaft up and down with her cuffed hands. The hunter stopped her, "Mouth only. No hands." She groaned with frustration but put her hands down and used her lips and tongue to stimulate him. The hunter relaxed in his chair and enjoyed the long forgotten pleasure of a woman's mouth on his cock. He had been divorced five years, but it was much longer than that since his ex was willing to give him a blowjob.

Megan took the full length of his erection to the back of her throat and began bobbing up and down. The hunter groaned as his orgasm erupted and sent a hot stream of semen down the naked girl's throat. She sucked earnestly, licking up every last drop of his load. "May I have some more to eat?" She asked through sticky lips. He gave her the plate with a fatty corner of steak, half a potato and a small carrot. She ate the meager food without complaint and did the dishes without being ordered.

She sat at his feet in silence as the last rays of the sun disappeared behind the trees, the flickering firelight barely lit the small cabin. Megan spoke up. "I wish you would tell me your name."

"Why?"

"I told you my name. It would be easier to talk if I knew your name."

"I come out here every year so I don't have to talk to anyone."

She leaned back against his legs. "What are you going to do with me?"

He didn't answer for a long time. "I'm going back to town for more supplies tomorrow. I won't be back until the next day. I will make sure you have enough food to get by until I return."

"You need more supplies because of me?" He nodded. "Are you going to turn me in?" He shrugged. "What do you want me to do until you get back?" He shrugged again. A man of very few words.


Chapter 3

She awoke in the early morning light, stiff from sleeping on the hard floor. The hunter was sitting on the side of his bed lacing his boots. She yawned. "Good morning."

"Morning." He grunted. "Go get a potato and three slices of bacon from the cold box and make me breakfast."

The early morning air was cold and still. First she ran naked to use the outhouse then to cold box to retrieve the food. She cooked breakfast for the hunter while he packed his bag. She gave him the plate when it was ready and he ate quickly.

He gave her the last few bites of his breakfast which she wolfed down. When he started talking it was a string of directions. "You know where the cold box is, there is jerky and a few cans of beans in the cupboard, keep the fire going throughout the day so you don't have to light a new fire. Predators generally don't come close to the cabin so stay on this side of the creek. I'll be back tomorrow evening or maybe the day after tomorrow. Any questions?"

Megan shook her head no. He reached out and grabbed her by the handcuffs, dragging her outside to the winch he used to hang the deer carcass. He hooked the winch to the handcuffs and lifted her up until her toes could not reach the ground. The steel cuffs bit cruelly into her hands as she dangled. The hunter spread a finger full of lard between her cheeks and rubbed around her anus. He pushed inside her and gripped her hips with his strong hands to keep her from swinging away from his urgent thrusting.

She dangled from her wrists and watched the sun rise as the hunter enjoyed her ass. Her cheeks were red with shame. Not shame from the forcible violation but shame because she wanted to come so badly. On the first day the hunter asked if she liked anal sex and she had just screamed with rage as he raped her. The truth was she very much enjoyed anal and was so horny she wanted to come even with this cruel stranger..

She bit down a curse as he roughly grabbed her small breasts and tugged on her nipples while fucking her from behind. Despite his hot breath on her neck, the painful position she was in, and the harsh treatment of her tits, Megan felt her orgasm building. She squeezed her legs together to get just a bit more stimulation when he suddenly groaned loudly and stopped thrusting. Shit! He finished too soon. Another twenty seconds and she could have come too.

He pulled out and left her hanging from the handcuffs while he washed himself in the cabin. She hung there disappointed and ashamed of herself while the hunter's come dripped from her ass. Finally he returned and let her down. She rubbed her wrists to make the pain go away.

Without a word he turned and hiked up the valley. Megan took soap and a washcloth to the stream to clean herself from the morning's ordeal. She sat in the cold water washing her body and feeling confused and ashamed. For the last three days the hunter had raped and abused her, but at the same time he had saved her life and was sharing his food and shelter.

Back in the cabin she added another log to the fire and warmed herself from her cold bath. Later she stripped the sheets from the bed and gathered the towels and other linens and carried them to the creek to wash them. There was a clothesline outside where she hung everything to dry. She started to feel hungry and imagined herself sucking the hunter's cock. She forced the disturbing images from her head and went to make an early dinner of venison steak and roasted carrots. She made the bed and put away the dry linens. Now everything around the cabin was clean but she still felt restless.

She stoked the fire and crawled into the hunter's bed but she couldn't sleep. Her cuffed hands wandered between her legs and fondled herself. Unbidden fantasies of the hunter raping her swam through her mind. This time she let the images stay and fingered herself to a screaming climax.

Months in prison left her lonely and horny, then she had escaped and wandered lost through the forest for weeks. If she hadn't chanced across the hunter she would still be starving and cold and maybe dead. Her fingers continued to rub her tiny clit while her other hand squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples as the hunter had done. Megan started to come again, her mind filled with confusing images.


Chapter 4

The hunter's jeep was parked on an abandoned logging road several miles from the cabin. The hike over rough terrain took the whole morning and he arrived around noon. The ancient logging road was so deteriorated he stayed in first gear most of the trip. The nearest town was 20 miles in a straight line but the road was hardly straight. When night fell he ate jerky from his backpack and leaned the chair back to sleep.

In the morning he drove the last few miles into town and purchased the supplies he needed from several stores. While refilling the jeep's gas tank he saw a wanted poster for his prisoner and took it as a souvenir before setting out for his cabin. He arrived at the parking spot for his cabin as sun was setting behind the trees. The hike would be too dangerous in the dark so he again slept in the jeep.

As was his custom he rose with the sun and set out immediately. His cock ached to once again violate the young woman who had fallen into his hands. His pack was heavy with food and supplies as he hiked down the valley toward his cabin. The whole time he thought about the possibility that she might not be there. He knew logically that she couldn't hope to make it on her own, but women can be illogical, especially when you promise to keep raping them.

Late in the morning he caught sight of smoke rising from the chimney of his cabin. She was still there. He smiled and picked up his pace. The cabin was empty when he went inside, so he started unpacking the provisions. The door opened and Megan stated the obvious, "You're back." She was carrying a pile of unfolded laundry.

"Did you miss me?"

She dodged his question. "I cleaned all the linens and scrubbed the floor." She started awkwardly folding the towels with her cuffed hands.

"Come here, I got something to help with that." The steel bolt cutters made quick work of the handcuffs. In a minute she was free.

"I've been locked in those things for weeks. Thank you."

"I got something else for you." He unfolded the wanted poster. "You're worth $25,000."

"That's bullshit. My ex's tax fraud was over 200k. I'm worth more than that."

"That's enough reward to have everyone looking for you."

"Is it enough for you to turn me in?"

"Maybe." He shrugged.

"Please don't. I can't pay you anything but I can pleasure you however you want. Whatever you want I'll do it. Anything."

"You have no choice in the matter. I already take you however and whenever I want you. Enough talk, make me some lunch."

Megan quietly prepared a salad with the fresh vegetables he had bought and served it with some sausage. When she handed him the plate she knelt between his legs and reached for his zipper. The hunter stopped her, "Save that for later. You can have the rest."

She ate the leftovers quietly. Her offer to give a blowjob was not because she was hungry but because she wanted to please him. The hunter watched her clean the dishes, appreciating her naked form and the curve of her small breasts. Her butt was small but had a nice roundness to it. When she was finished he took her outside. He wrapped a blindfold around her eyes and began to bind her with ropes. To support her weight he carefully looped ropes around her upper thighs, waist, stomach, chest and shoulders. Then he bound her ankles and wrists to separate branches so they would be spread wide when pulled tight. He hoisted her up horizontally so her belly was facing the ground and her arms and legs raised apart so her privates were at the right level for penetration.

Megan silently accepted this new bondage. The hunter cut a switch from a bush and stripped the leaves and branches. He tested it out against her bare bottom. She screamed in pain and struggled uselessly to escape. A red line appeared on her cheek where the switch had struck. The hunter left crisscrossing red lines all over her pale body causing the blonde girl to scream herself hoarse. No longer struggling, she sobbed and choked whenever he struck her.

"Are you sure you don't want me to turn you in?"

"Yes!" She cried out.

"You would rather stay here with me?" He struck her belly and breasts.

"Yes! Please let me stay with you!"

"Do you like the way I treat you?" The switch landed on the poor girl's vulva.

"Aiiiiieeeee!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"You must like it if you would rather stay with me than return to a safe prison." He focused on the soles of her feet and she screamed until she could no longer breath.

"You must like me fucking you anywhere I please." He plunged into her cunt, working in and out. "I haven't fucked your pussy before. Do you want me to fuck your pussy?"

"No. Please! I might get pregnant. Please."

"Do you want me to turn you in?" He shouted, still thrusting against her tight box.

"No don't turn me in. Do whatever you want with my body. It's yours." She was choking with sobs while the hunter fucked himself with her body, swinging from the tree branches.

Finally the hunter pushed deep and she felt his cock pulsing its fluid deep inside her. When he pulled the blindfold off she saw that the hunter's penis was wrapped in a condom, its tip full of the semen she feared would impregnate her.

Her whole body was on fire from the whipping leaving her too exhausted to say anything, but she was deeply relieved that he had not risked causing pregnancy. She couldn't imagine bringing a baby into this situation. The pain and humiliation mixed with her unsatisfied desire for an orgasm confusing the exhausted girl.

The hunter untied her, starting with arms and legs, while her body remained suspended horizontally. Her limbs dangled limp as the hunter slowly slipped the ropes over the branch, lowering her to the ground. The next thing Megan knew the freezing cold water of the creek was washing over her. The shockingly cold water soothed the burning pain from the whipping. She relaxed and let her rapist's rough calloused hands wash her from head to toe.

She was vaguely aware of the hunter carrying her back from the creek and putting her in his bed. The next thing she knew was the crackling sound and fragrant smell of frying sausage. The cabin was dark except for a single candle burning on the table next to the woodstove. She could still feel the pain from his whipping but it was mostly faded to a tingling sensation. Warmly tucked in his bed, she tried to get up but found herself loosely bound by her hair, her arms, and her legs.

The hunter looked up when he saw her move but he said nothing and turned his attention back to the fry pan. She watched him eat the venison and potato hash with the rest of the fresh salad, then go outside to relieve himself. When he returned, he sat down to methodically sharpen his long knife. He set up a small mirror by the candle and poured steaming hot water from the kettle on the woodstove into a basin. She watched fascinated as the hunter lathered his face and shaved a week's worth of brown and gray stubble. When he was finished she thought he looked ten years younger.

He ran the blade repeatedly over a leather strap then moved the candle and the hot water basin to the table beside the bed and pulled the blankets back. The room was toasty warm from the merry fire but Megan shivered as her vulnerable nakedness was exposed.

Without a word the hunter lifted her body and put a towel underneath her, then straddled her chest and lathered her armpits. He didn't have to tell her not to move a muscle as he carefully shaved her underarms, then her legs and wiped them clean with a steaming hot washcloth. It felt so good to be smooth again. She hadn't had a good clean shave since she went to prison, and hadn't shaved at all since she escaped nearly three weeks before.

He dipped the washcloth in the basin and lay it over her crotch. It took all her willpower to stay perfectly still while the hunter lathered her pubes and started shaving. He pulled on each labia to get at every last hair between her legs. The golden curls peeled back on the knife, leaving baby smooth flesh and pink puffy lips. She breathed a sigh of relief when he put the hot wet washcloth back over her crotch and wiped it clean.

The hunter pulled the towel out from underneath her and dabbed her dry, then the most unexpected thing happened. He knelt between her legs and tenderly kissed her lower lips. His smooth cheeks caressed the inside of her thighs as his tongue parted the folds of her vulva. She moaned, unable to control her desire, and thrust her hips forward against his hungry mouth. He wrapped his arms around her hips and held her while forcefully running his tongue over the entrance of her pussy and grinding his upper lip on her clit.

Megan's body responded eagerly to this sudden unselfish gesture. She had masturbated several times while the hunter was away but masturbation is never as satisfying as the real thing. Breathing rapidly, she moaned with excitement as her body built up toward climax. Her back arched and her toes curled with bliss as the orgasm shook her body.

The hunter untied her and handed her a drink of water. When she had drank her fill he lightly slapped her ass and pointed at the woodstove. She got up and stoked the fire while the hunter crawled into bed. He blew the candle out and soon he was snoring softly. All this happened without either them speaking a word.

Megan wrapped her blanket around herself and lay down on the hardwood floor, trying to sleep.


Chapter 5

The sound of a gunshot startled her awake. A second gunshot and a third sounded in rapid succession allowing Megan's ears to determine which direction they came from. She ran outside wearing her blanket against the morning chill. A short distance away the hunter was pointing his rifle at a large brown shape on the ground. She stopped at a distance, this was close enough, she could see it was a mountain lion. The hunter aimed carefully and put a fourth shot through its head. He knelt and sliced the cat's throat with his razor sharp knife.

"They know this is my territory. I don't know why it came here." His body was trembling from adrenaline and his ears were still ringing from the gunshots. He didn't realize he had shouted.

She ran to him and instinctively hugged him. He continued speaking, to himself or to her she wasn't sure. "It came at me from the trees, I barely got the shot off in time. Just barely."

"Are there any more out there?"

He shook his head. "Cougars are territorial. This one probably got chased off by a bigger cat."

"Bigger?" She sounded doubtful.

"Go back inside. I am going to deal with the body so it doesn't attract bears looking for a big meal before they hibernate." He told her there were bears and mountain lions in the area, but until now she thought the threat was exaggerated to keep her voluntarily imprisoned.

Megan went inside and started cooking breakfast for the hunter. Although she had unfettered access to the food stores she made only one plate of food, allowing the hunter to choose how much to feed her. Sausage and fried potatoes and a strong cup of coffee. She called out to him when breakfast was ready and he came inside to eat. As was his custom he gave her the last quarter of the plate. She suggestively asked for more food but he refused and went back outside to continue working.

Megan told herself that she was behaving this way to survive and avoid prison, but she wasn't sure she believed herself. She was scared of the hunter, scared of how cruelly he sometimes treated her, scared that he might betray her at the end of his hunting trip. But she was attracted to the older man. He could live off the land and his gruff masculinity demanded obedience. She respected his rugged strength and quiet intensity.

He carried armload after armload of firewood, stacking it in a great pile. He hefted the cat's carcass on top and set a bonfire. The fire lasted late into the afternoon leaving nothing but smoldering coals and ashes. Although the cat was dead and the hunter assured here no more were nearby Megan was afraid to go outside. She watched him from the cabin.

Suddenly he looked back at her and made a careful 'get down' gesture. She ducked out of sight, but soon her curiosity got the better of her. Peeking outside with the shaving mirror she saw two men in uniform talking to the hunter. They pointed at the fire and at the cabin but he crossed his arms and shook his head. She couldn't hear what they were saying but they talked for a long time and Megan's heart was beating like a drum.

Finally they left and she could breathe again. The hunter stayed outside as night fell, tending to the dying bonfire. Megan wanted to run out to him and ask who the men were. Were they looking for her? What had he told them? But she was too afraid to venture outside and risk being seen.

She huddled in the corner under the blanket, not daring to stand up to make dinner or even to stoke the woodstove as its fire went out and the single room cabin got cold. She jumped in fright when the door opened, but it was only the hunter.

"Start a fire and cook these for my dinner." He handed her two small brook trout.

"Are they gone?" She moved to the stove and started a fire as he had taught her.

"Hours ago."

"I was afraid to show myself. Were they looking for me?"

"They mentioned you, but they came to investigate the smoke from the fire. A forest fire spotter called it in this morning and they drove out to check on it."

"What did they say about me?"

"No more questions."

She continued cooking in silence. The hunter ate quietly then handed over his leftovers for her to eat. All the while terrifying questions ran through her head. What if they saw her? What if the hunter told them about her?

The firemen drove there. She hadn't crossed any roads while she was on the run. Did the hunter drive in also? Could she find his keys and escape? If it took them most of the day to get here the road must be very long. What if she went the wrong way or got lost or ran out of gas. She would be mountain lion food for sure. The day they met he said he was on a two week hunting trip but she didn't know how far into it he was. She had been here six days. How much beard growth did he have before he shaved?

Her reveries came to an end when the hunter grabbed her wrist and dragged her naked into the dark night. The air was cold but her shivering was from fright. She knew the firemen were out there watching. She knew another hungry cougar or bear was out there watching.

She quickly lost sight of the dim light from the cabin window. She was soon totally lost in the dark and every sound from the forest frightened her. "Where are you taking me?" He walked on in grim silence. The sharp pine needles poked her feet but she was used to that, having walked barefoot since the first day.

They stopped suddenly and the hunter began to bind her with ropes. He tied her wrists together and threw the end over a high tree branch. He pulled on the rope and tied it off so she was was dangling a few inches off the ground. Her eyes had adjusted to the moonlit darkness and she could see him working with the ropes for a minute. He threw the rope over the same branch and the knot dangled in front of her face. She saw the noose and panicked. "No! What are you doing?" She screamed and kicked her feet, unable to escape as he slipped the noose over her head and pulled the rope an inch shorter than the one holding her wrists.

She did a pull up to loosen the rope on her neck. "Please no! I can't hold this. Don't kill me!" She begged and wept, thrashing her legs about while the hunter watched her dispassionately. Her arms began to weaken and shake and she lowered herself back down where the rope was strangling her. After gagging for a moment her fear gave her strength and she pulled her body up again. "Please I don't want to die. I can't hold on any longer! Why are you doing this?" She begged pitifully.

The hunter watched her struggle but said nothing. An erection strained against his pants. He had heard about erotic asphyxiation, how strangled people sometimes experience an intense orgasm the moment before they pass out. Megan's strength gave out again and her weight again hanged from the noose. It was a little longer before she could pull herself up again and this time she didn't have the strength to beg or thrash her legs.

Her trembling arms failed quickly and she again dangled from the noose. He judged the time was right. Moving between her legs he pushed his hard cock into her soaking wet pussy. She instantly realized she could use her legs to hold herself up now and clamped them desperately around his hips. She lifted herself and took a gasping breath.

The hunter pulled on the noose rope, forcing Megan to lift herself a little higher to keep breathing, then he let it go and she slid farther down on his achingly hard member. He pulled the rope several times until she was riding his cock. Each time she came down she strangled herself, then lifted back up to catch a breath, then back down. He felt close to coming but he could feel her legs weakening.

Megan clung desperately to consciousness, riding the hunter's dick with all her strength. The terrified girl felt all her muscles trembling and about to give out. If only she could make him come he would let her down. He had to let her down! She was sure he would let her down?

She couldn't hear the hunter's satisfied groaning over the sound of her own blood thundering in her ears. She didn't know how close he was to climax when the dark forest when completely black. The last conscious feeling she had was an orgasm that seemed to swallow her whole body. Her legs and arms slackened and she at last gave up.

Her body went slack and her legs fell loosely at the hunter's side. The poor girl's body hanged limp but her cunt began to spasm wildly, pushing the hunter to a knee buckling climax. He held on to his prisoner's wrist rope to keep from falling. As soon as he could see straight he pulled his knife and cut the rope that was strangling Megan, then lowered her to the ground.

He pulled the noose from her neck and felt for a pulse. Her heartbeat was strong and he could feel a very faint breath. When her breathing normalized he lifted the slip of a girl across his shoulders and carried her back to the cabin.


Chapter 6

Her first thought was to close the shades because the sun was too bright. Her second thought was that she was alive! Megan sat bolt upright in bed. Her hands shot to her throat but there was no noose. Had it been a dream? No her neck was tender where she touched it. She found the shaving mirror and looked at herself. A red line circled her throat just below the jaw. It had been real. The hunter had actually hanged her in the forest last night.

She remembered desperately holding him with her legs and being forced to strangle herself while she fucked him. Her arms and legs still felt weak and sore from the extreme exertion. She remembered finally giving up and then coming so hard the world passed into darkness.

Where was he? Crack! The sound of wood splitting answered her question. Her fear from last night was still too fresh to face him so she snuck out to use the outhouse and snuck back inside. He spent an hour splitting wood, no doubt to replace the wood used the day before to dispose of the big cat.

Finally he came inside, shirtless and drenched in sweat, "Come out and stack wood." She shrunk away from him in fear, covering herself with the blanket. "You can stack wood or you can leave." His voice was calm despite the threat the words carried.

After a while she went outside and started carrying wood. She was too angry and too afraid to speak to him or even look at him. She felt numb while she worked, stacking load after load of wood and gradually filling the covered shed. Suddenly she noticed there was no more wood to stack and the hunter had been watching her work.

She crossed her arms, covering her small breasts. "What?" She shouted at him. "Are you thinking of some new way to scare me to death?" Mocking his deep voice she said, "Oh you can leave whenever you want but you'll just freeze to death or starve to death or be eaten by a fucking lion! I have done everything you asked of me while you raped me and beat me and tortured me and made me think you were going to murder me! You might turn me in! Who knows? No promises and you won't even tell me your fucking name!"

The outburst of rage left her trembling and panting for breath. The hunter didn't seem to respond, which was all the more enraging. She was about to launch into another tirade of abuse when he said, "We leave tomorrow."

She was stunned by the news. One way or another this would all be over soon. "We? What does that mean? What are you going to do with me?"

He deflected the questions by changing the subject. "Come bathe me."

Megan shook her head in disbelief but obediently went inside to get soap and towels for her... her what? Savior? Rapist? Tormentor? Lover? He was all those things. Would he be her betrayer as well? She followed him to the creek in silence and dutifully washed him from head to toe, paying special attention to his scalp and crotch as he seemed to like it. Why was she worried about what he liked when he was so monstrous to her? She couldn't answer that question.

The one area he was always tender to her was bathing. He carefully washed her hair and lathered soap all over. He washed her crotch which was still smoothly shaven. He scrubbed her legs and back and poured buckets of cold water to wash away the soap and dirt then handed her a towel to dry off.

Back in the cabin she stoked the fire and started cooking dinner with the last of the perishable food. While dinner was cooking she brushed her hair and looked at the red marks on her neck in the mirror. They were fading and looked unlikely to bruise.

She served him dinner and submissively waited for him to offer her the leftovers. He ate in silence then gave her the plate and watched her eat. When she was finished she seductively asked for more, looking at his crotch. He refused, as he usually did, and gestured for her to clean the dishes.

The tension of not knowing her fate was driving Megan crazy. She cleaned the dishes and put them away. When she finished the chores she wrapped herself in the warm blanket and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for hunter to unleash whatever fresh hell he had in mind for her tonight.

For a long time the hunter ignored her, running a sharpening stone over the edge of his frighteningly sharp knife. The hunter continued to ignore her while packing his gear in a hiking frame, setting his boots by the fire and otherwise preparing the cabin for their departure.

Megan could no longer bear the silence, "Is there anything I can do to help?" He just shook his head no. The candle burned low and she moved to replace it but the hunter gestured her back to the bed. He stoked the woodstove and approached her in the soft flickering glow of a single candle.

She flinched as he softly touched the tender marks on her throat. He pulled the blanket away from her, leaving her sitting naked before him. Grabbing the blonde's hair he yanked her over to the small table and leaned her backwards over it.

The narrow rectangular tabletop was so small her shoulders hung off one side and her butt from the other. He tied her wrists and ankles together, wrapping the elbow and knee joints around the table legs, forcing her back to arch painfully and the rough corners of the table to dig into her flesh.

Her legs were spread the width of the table, exposing her vulnerable privates. Megan cringed and blushed when he sunk a finger into her pussy, feeling her wetness. Oh God why does this painful humiliation turn me on? She asked herself, not for the first time.

With her head hanging upside down Megan watched the hunter undress, admiring his muscular middle aged body. He approached her and put her hair into a ponytail, tying it off to the rope between her ankles. Tightening the rope pulled her hair and feet together under the table.

The hunter squatted down, bringing his semi rigid penis to her mouth. She opened her mouth, taking the glans between her lips and suckling it to life.

As it hardened he began to thrust against her upsidedown head, already pulled backward painfully by her hair. She had no choice to silently endure his pleasure with his cock filling her throat. He took his time fucking her throat in slow deliberate motions. After what seemed like forever she heard the hunter's breathing quicken and his penis swelled in her mouth. His seed rushed into her mouth but she could not swallow due to the extreme angle of her neck. When he pulled out it spilled out of her mouth, mixed with drool, ran up her nostrils, over her eyes and into her hair.

Megan sneezed to clear the come in her nose. Her arched back was very uncomfortable and made deep breathing impossible so she hoped the hunter would untie her now that he was satisfied. He was outside her field of vision but the shadows began to move when he picked up the candle. She screamed as the hot wax splashed across her tiny pink nipples. It cooled almost instantly but another painful splash of molten wax landed on her belly.

His fingers again explored the depths of her vagina, stroking the inner walls, making her forget the pain and fear of the hot wax. The hunter's rough calloused thumb rubbed his prisoner's clitoris while fingering her with deliberate slow motions. Her body's desire betrayed her, unconsciously pushing her crotch against his fingers. Megan's arousal grew, her discomfort and humiliation forgotten, thinking only of the pleasure building deep within her. More searing hot wax poured on her hairless pubis, she tensed but didn't scream, her orgasm was too close to be distracted by a little pain.

Her eyes were open but unfocused, staring at the floor. All her attention was focused on the hunter's thumb caressing her most tender and sensitive spot. The climax became inevitable and Megan's body began to shake but the hunter's pace was maddeningly slow. It seemed she was on the edge for an eternity before the orgasm began. Once it started there was no stopping it. Every muscle in her body hummed with pleasure, on and on.


Chapter 7

The sound of boots stomping around the cabin startled Megan awake. It was cold in the cabin because the fire was out but she was covered with her warm blanket. She rubbed crusty dried come from her eyes and forehead and sat up. "Do you want me to make breakfast?"

"No. Go take a bath. We leave in 30 minutes."

The air outside was even colder. She could see her breath as she hurried to the creek and took a quick bath to wash the hunter's come and hot wax from her hair and body. She towelled off and ran back to the cabin to warm up. The hunter pointed to a pair of socks and hiking boots by the bed. "You bought me boots? Thank you." The boots were used, probably from a second hand store, but that meant they were soft and comfortable. Megan was grateful to have them but they made her feel acutely aware of her nakedness.

"Put your hands behind you." Megan submissively complied and the hunter bound her wrists together with rope. Next he looped a knotted piece of twine over each nipple with a short leash. Her nipples were already hard from the cold bath and the rough twine held them firmly. Lastly he tied a piece of cloth over her eyes and led her outside by the nipple leash. She heard him lock the cabin door and with another pull on the leash they were off. Their path twisted and turned but the land was smooth and sloped upward gradually. The hiking kept her warm despite the chilly morning air.

An hour into the hike the hunter called a halt and removed her blindfold. "From here on you will need to be able to see. Eat this." He put a thick piece of jerky in her mouth and she chewed thoughtfully. Will he turn me in for the reward? Will he let me go? Will he keep me as his rape slave forever? She wanted to ask him but she knew he wouldn't tell her. A slight jerk on her nipples signalled it was time to start hiking again. There was no path to follow but the hunter clearly knew the way. The ground was steeper and rockier now and they had to climb over fallen trees frequently. Soon she was breathing hard from the exertion of the climb but the hunter, who was carrying a heavy pack and rifle seemed unfazed by it.

The next time they stopped to rest, he offered her water which she gratefully accepted. "How much farther?" Unsurprisingly he didn't answer. They hiked on until the sun was high in the sky and the day was growing warm. Coming to a clearing, Megan spotted a jeep. The hike was over at last. She watched while the hunter unloaded his pack and rifle in the passenger seat. He offered her more water and another piece of jerky, removed the twine from her nipples and then lifted her into the cargo area behind the seats,

He bound her ankles together and pulled them up behind her back to her wrists in a hogtie then covered her with a tarp. Soon they were bumping along. A folded up blanket provided some padding but the trip was long and uncomfortable. Occasionally there would be a smooth stretch and Megan would start to doze off, but it never last long before ruts and potholes took over and she was bouncing around like forgotten cargo.

Megan had to pee. She called out to the hunter several times but he didn't hear or he ignored her. She was getting desperate and the bouncing of the jeep was adding to it. Finally the jeep stopped and the tarp was pulled back. She blinked up at the bright sun. The hunter untied the hogtie, but left her hands and feet bound. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the side of the 'road.' It was more like two deep ruts grown over with grass and small trees.

He leaned her against a tree and stepped back. She awkwardly squatted and let loose a long stream of urine while he watched. When she was done the hunter bent her over and wiped her with tissue which he threw on the side of the road. "Can I sit up front with you?" It was worth asking. The hunter just picked her up and carried her back in the cargo area.

They were close to the main road but it was getting too dark to continue so the hunter stopped the jeep and got out to stretch. His naked hogtied prisoner probably needed to stretch and pee again. He lifted her out of the cargo area and untied her. She went to relieve herself. The hunter typically bundled up and slept in the driver's seat when he had to spend the night on the logging road, but it would be too cold for the slender girl to keep herself warm, even under a blanket. Not wanting to attract forest service attention by lighting a campfire, he laid out a bedroll and sleeping bag on the flat ground next to the jeep.

She was shivering when she returned to the jeep. "Take your boots off and get in the sleeping bag." She curled up in the sleeping bag, her teeth chattering, and he handed her a bottle of water and more jerky. "Eat."

The hunter leaned his gun against the jeep, within easy reach from the sleeping bag, and got undressed. The sleeping bag was not meant for two people but Megan was small and eager to press herself up against him for warmth. After a while her shivering stopped, but she continued to hug him tightly as they drifted off to sleep.


Chapter 8

There was a light frost on the ground in the morning. Megan's nose and ears were cold so she put her head under the sleeping bag and cuddled tight to the hunter's hairy chest. She put her leg over his waist and noticed he had stiff morning wood. In the confines of the sleeping bag she straddled his erection and slid herself down on it. It felt so good to have his hot hard penis inside her, she rocked against it and moaned softly.

She couldn't explain, even to herself, why she would voluntarily pleasure the man who had been raping and abusing her for the last 9 days. She was grateful to him for keeping her alive, knowing she would not have survived much longer on her own. At the same time she was afraid of his brutal way of having sex. He terrified her sometimes, but he also seemed to care for her wellbeing.

The hunter awakened. Rather than smile or show any gratitude he threw her off and pushed her naked into the freezing air. "Are you trying to get pregnant?" He roared.

"No!" She shouted, abashed and confused. "I didn't think of that. You were hard and I wanted to please you. I'm sorry!"

"The condoms are in my pack, the small pocket on the right." He said more softly.

Megan found the condoms and the hunter welcomed her back into the sleeping bag. She ripped the foil package and rolled the rubber over his rock hard cock. Again she straddled him and impaled herself on him. Laying on his chest she grinded her hips against his erection. The hunter's hands gripped her butt and pulled her tightly against him. Their breath puffed in the cold morning air. For the first time they were making love rather than the young woman being tied up, tortured and fucked.

The hunter came easily, grunting his satisfaction. He stayed hard inside her as she ground her clit on his pubic mound and enjoyed a slow rhythmic ride to ecstasy. Megan relaxed on his chest, listening to his heart beat and enjoying the feeling of his cock still inside her. "What are you going to do with me?" She asked again, hoping and praying he would answer her this time.

He slapped her butt and lifted her off of his softening member. "Stow the bedroll and sleeping bag." He got dressed while she rolled up their bed and loaded it in the jeep. They shared a breakfast of beans and bottled water then he hogtied her, gagged her, and threw her in the back, again covered by the tarp. She wanted to cry from frustration and fear.

Their bouncing journey continued for perhaps an hour then Megan became aware that they were moving much faster and the road was suddenly smooth. She heard the sounds of traffic around them, and panicked when she heard a siren. Oh God no! He's going to turn me in. The jeep pulled over and stopped, the siren passed by, and they continued on.

Finally the jeep stopped and the motor turned off. Megan shook with fear as the tarp pulled back. They were parked inside a small metal building, it didn't look like a jail sallyport. The hunter was holding his knife, then he cut loose the rope tying her wrists to her ankles and dropped it. "Goodbye." He got into another car and left.

Her fingers groped behind her back and found the knife handle. Carefully Megan worked to cut the ropes binding her wrists and free herself. She got out of the jeep and explored the dimly lit garage. There was a gun locker near the back where the hunter's equipment was likely stored. The jeep was empty except for her blanket, the tarp and her boots. In the driver's seat she found a brown paper bag. There was a note taped to the outside.

"Megan, in the bag you will find clothing, cash, ID and keys to the jeep and this rental garage. I hope you can drive stick shift. Look in the newspaper for an elderly couple or a widow renting a basement room and jobs that pay in cash. Good luck.

Laughing with amazement Megan rushed to get dressed. The panties were new, but the rest of the clothes were second hand. She was amazed to find $2,000 and a cold deli sandwich in the bottom of the bag. The ID was for a chubby 35 year old woman named Jackie but at least she had blonde hair. It wouldn't stand up to close scrutiny but it wasn't bad.

There was a shopping list and another note at the bottom of the bag. "October 25 next year I expect you to be here waiting with the items from this shopping list packed up and ready to go up to the cabin for two weeks."

She let out a hissing breath then opened the storage door and drove out into the bright afternoon sunshine.