It was dark outside. I couldn't see a light in the limited view I had. A faint breeze stirred, cooling the already chill air around me, making me shiver slightly at the gooseflesh it caused. The tears that stained my cheeks caused me to feel cooler than I was, and the breeze accentuated my nakedness. The ropes around my wrists chaffed roughly as I hung suspended from the tree. I'd already been hanging there long enough for me to tire of trying to call for help through the cloth that was tied around my head, gagging me. My arms were exhausted from holding my weight.
How did I get here? Who would do this to me? I didn't know of anyone who would be so deluded as to hang me from my wrists, bared for any passerby that may chance to wander by. Although if someone happened to be walking through woods like this at this time of night, it should be someone I fear, rather than count on for help. I was going to die that night. Passing coyote, raving lunatic, or left and forgotten... I was never going home. The last thing I remember was walking to my car, relieved to be going home after a long night at work... and then nothing. I woke up in this tree, no sign of life anywhere I could see.
Through the trees he came. I heard the crunch of his boot on leaves before I ever saw him. Tears started to stream out of my eyes, as much as I willed them not to. A primal instinct to survive took over, and my body deemed it tears to appeal to this stranger. He was dressed all in black, a duster flowing around him, his long dark mass of hair concealing his face. He crept behind me, and I could feel his body as it pressed against mine, accentuating my nakedness to his clothed contrast. His rough hands started its route down my body, starting at the ropes around my wrists to test its' tautness, down my arms, caressing my jawline and travelling to my throat, momentarily tightening and then moving again. Brushing my breasts, feeling my stomach, and down to the warm wetness that was growing betwixt my legs, much to my shame. How could this man, this man that abducted me, be arousing me in such a manner? I smelled the leather of his duster, felt his hair tickle my shoulders and neck as he rubbed his face along my skin.
"Mine," he growled out a whisper. "You have always been mine, should have never belonged to anyone else." My fear heightened as my brain strained to identify his smell, the sound of his voice, and despaired at the lack of a match. The soft touches of his calloused hands grew harder, and he slipped his fingers over my clit, his other hand roughly squeezing my breast. I cried out, and gasped for the air that left me with this mixed sensation of fear and pleasure. "These tits, this warm little pussy; these are mine. How dare you think you could give them to anyone else?" He sunk his teeth into the flesh at my throat, not hard enough to draw blood, yet hard enough to make me whimper. If I hadn't been suspended from the tree, my knees would have collapsed at the sensations. My brain numbed, and the expanse I had been staring at narrowed to just my captor and I.
