Autumn didn't respond, instead averting her eyes and burying her head in her arms, shaking softly. When Tabor took her by the hand he saw that her eyes were wet. He resisted the urge to roll his, pulling her onto himself, then rolling over onto her, pinning her arms. He watched the fear come and go from her eyes, once she realized he wasn't going to continue. It took her a while to work up the courage to murmur, "So... is... is this it? You're going to take me to wherever you live and keep me there? Or are you just going to take the easy way out and...and... and kill me...?"
"Oh no, no," he chuckled, "I wouldn't kill youu. Friends don't kill friends, right?" he smiles jokingly before continuing, "Wouldn't you like to live with me, though? We would have a grand old time."
"I have a family." She said. "You can't just pick me off the path like some stray. I have a home, a life of my own! I love them... And they would comb this forest for me."
"Well I can't just let you go, can I? And even if I did, how could you be sure you'd come back to visit me?"
Autumn shut her eyes in disappointment, flinching a bit as he kissed her. She cursed herself for thinking he may have given her a choice. "I... I guess that makes sense." Autumn was surprised when he rose off of her, taking the time to put his clothes on while absentmindedly gazing into the distance. She looked inquiringly to where he was looking before he motioned,
"Get up now. We're going."
She attempted to stand, but it felt as though her pelvis had recently been introduced to a battering ram -- which wasn't entirely untrue in the slightest -- and found herself unable to walk.
"Well. Damn." Tabor said, surveying what he'd done to his catch. "I guess the only thing I can do is carry you home."
He leaned down to pick her up, noting her melancholy expression.
"Don't forget my clothes! Ohh gog... What am I to do about clothes?"
Tabor picked them up, tossing them over her. "What do you mean? You will do what I do. You'll live off the land. If you really need new clothes, you'll make them."
But Autumn was already a thousand miles away, thinking about all the things she'd miss -- showers, soft beds, soap... Before she realized it she found herself crying softly, trying not to alert him. But eventually he noticed her quiet sobs, "Are you still feeling sorry for yourself? Because that's not going to help anything." He snapped.
"Really now! Be-because you're not the one d-doing this to me? I was fine until y-you came along." She cried brokenly.
"I don't know how that matters. This is still happening, whether or not you like it. You're only making it harder on yourself."
"Oh yes, kidnap and rape isn't traumatizing or anything..." she said, trailing off.
"Well if you're going to be like that about it," he growled, placing her down, "then I'll just leave you here and you can walk home."
Realizing that this was her first and likely few chances at escape, she shakily and painfully rose to her feet and ran brokenly into the trees. As expected, he followed her easily, catching her possessively by the arm. He pulled her close, "Woah, wrong way. I meant my home. You aren't going anywhere, love. But now that I know you can walk, I don't need to carry you any longer."
Her gaze dropped to the ground as she followed slowly and uncomfortably.
"Why are you so mean to your new friend? I'm trying to give you a wonderful new home, and you just run away from me!" she glared at him, unfathomable hatred seething through her. He ignored it, instead grabbing her by the arm and pulling her along side him. Autumn winced as she was forced to walk at a faster, more painful pace, but otherwise didn't complain. They eventually approached an inconspicuous house among a large camphor -- a treehouse, really. Autumn surveyed the quaint home, wondering what sorts of things her captor would do to her there.
"What do you think? Kinda nice, isn't it?"
Autumn made a noncommittal noise, and he took her inside. She observed the small interior, opened only by a door in the floor that a ladder hammered into the great tree led up to. There were only bare necessities here. A large glass jug of water in one corner, a stovetop, a chest, two chairs, a quaint bed in another -- a couple cabinets and drawers with thick glass windows fitted on three of the four walls. Worn, but comfortable looking rugs were along the floor, and curtains on the window.
"You will of course, sleep with me," he said, for it was nearly nighttime by this time. "and if you don't cooperate, there are places on the bed and walls you can be tied to." He says, pointing them out. Autumn realized with much disturbance that he must have prepared this place for her. The hooks in the walls, the lack of sharp corners or useful tools... She was a prisoner here, even if it was cozy. Tabor continued, noting her stricken silence,
"I have to go get food now, but you'll just be a hindrance." He walked over to one of the drawers, producing a length of handling rope. "Do you have a preference for where you'd like to be tied to?"
Autumn shook her head, backing away, "You don't have to do that! I -- I don't even know where we are right now - I won't run, I promise."
Tabor laughed, "Uh, no. Not gonna happen."
He tied her wrists together with a complicated looking knot, and fastened her to the far wall. As he went for her legs, she quickly folded them underneath her,
"What if I have to pee???" she blurted out, before he could punish her.
"Then you will wait until I get back." He growled, seizing her legs and binding them as well. Autumn sighed hopelessly, wishing she had her clothes, at least, as the tears streamed down her face. Tabor left wordlessly.
She was found shivering and broken-looking, hanging from the wall, her eyes red and her cheeks wet from the tears, not to mention her wrists and ankles pink and raw from the friction of trying to escape. Tabor approached her expressionlessly, untying her arms and placing fruit into them. He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, staring at her quietly.
Autumn tried to ignore his gaze as she bit into an apple, absentmindedly rubbing her wrists. When Tabor finished eating, he stood and approached her. He took her wrist, turning it,
"Your wrists are red. Trying to escape, were you?" he growled. He moved closer to her, "That won't do. I think I'll have to punish you!" he exclaimed with a gleam in his eye. Autumn burst into tears, sobbing, begging,
"N-no! Please no! You - you just tied the ropes too tight! I promise! Please don't, oh gog-"
He pushed aside her resisting limbs and untied her, picking her up and tossing her not-so-gently on the bed.
"What? What was that? You're not disagreeing with me, are you?"
"Pleaase, Tabor! What- what did you expect me to do? You have m-me tied up like I'm some sort of pet!"
She tensed, backing away as he moved closer, his eyes drinking in her pleading form as he tied her limbs away from her, spread eagle. Her struggles were shrugged off and pushed away as if they were nothing, "Nooo, please... please don't... not again..."
He stood above her, his cock already engorged. Autumn squirmed, attempting to protect herself, but her limbs were held steadfast. Shaking with terror, she closed her eyes and simply waited. She felt his weight upon her, his heat, his pleasantly earthy, boyish scent, and drove into her. Autumn let out a half-strangled cry, and Tabor a pleased growl as he penetrated her much more easily than before. Autumn gasped at the cacophonous combination - the aching pain and the sharp agony of reopening a wound in a place so intricately nerve-filled - or wounds in her case - but noted that this wasn't nearly as bad as the first time.
Tabor came at her with horny vigor, holding her by her forearms as he fucked her, digging into her skin with his nails.
"O-oh! Easy, easy! Pleaase!" she cried, inadvertently bucking back with her struggles.
Tabor regarded her amusedly, "Oh? And who gave you the power to order me around?"
