The Hunt
Hunter
The mist lingered among the trees, the soft morning sun had yet to reach the depths of the bush as it rose over the horizon. The hunter pulled his hat a little lower over his ears and slung his small pack over his shoulders adjusting it until it was comfortable. He was hunting...but to capture not to kill.
In the early morning before in the half light of dawn his prey had escaped her bonds and disappeared into the bush. All that remained was the loops of rope pegged to the ground near where she slept. She was wearing little, a longish shirt that barely covered her bottom and hiking boots, no bra and no panties he didn't allow those. She would be rather chilly, he smiled thinking of how the cool morning air would be causing her nipples to harden painfully. This was a new game. He had slipped a narrow band around her ankle before they left of their adventure, containing a GPS tracker. Not that he would be using it just now it was only for emergencies. He opened a snack bar and took a bite chewing thoughtfully, she would be getting hungry by now too. He surveyed the campsite taking time to stack a little more wood near the fireplace and haul the food bag into the tree to keep it way from scavenging animals. Also, he wanted to give her a little more of a head start. He stood, adjusted himself in his warm olive-green trousers thinking briefly of what he was going to do with her when he captured his little slut.
He walked the boundaries of the little clearing of their campsite searching for the sign of which way she had gone. After almost walking three quarters of the circle he saw it. A fresh boot print in the softish soil. The hunt began.
Prey
She shivered in her sleeping bag. The shirt was not nearly warm enough though her toes were toasty in her socks. The small band hidden beneath, and the rough rope tied on top and threaded through a small opening in the side of her bag. The bird song began as the darkness of night began to lighten into dawn. She saw her chance as the Hunter still slept soundly nearby. She slipped her foot out of her tether and slid silently out of her sleeping bag. She had no other clothes so would have to go as she was. She found her boots and put them on quietly lacing them tight before tip toeing across the clearing and into the forest. Though the sun had yet to rise she could see clearly enough to move through the trees. She had a vague idea of her direction. As she walked, she pondered the merits of trying to outrun the pursuit of the Hunter or finding a hiding spot to wait him out. He had promised to allow her to wear more clothing if she could evade him until dusk. Though she knew the odds were against her and she was sure she would more than enjoy what he would do to her if she was found. She was determined not to make it easy for him.
She looked up from her thoughts and realised her mindless wandering meant she was lost. In this case though she was certainly not going to wait quietly until she was found.
Her nipples ached with hardness from the chilly air and the small bumps on her arms and legs were testament to the temperature. She plodded along further into the bush taking care to step over fallen logs and roots. She tried not to break branches or make too much noise. Every now and then something invisible in the undergrowth caught her boot and sent her hurtling forward onto the damp ground. Leaving smears of dirt and green stains on her bare legs.
In the distance she could hear the tinkle of water, listening carefully she walked towards the sound. Thinking to cross to perhaps throw the Hunter off. As she stepped out of the bush, she was disappointed to see how large the stream was, wide and deep this was a dead end. She had to decide quickly to head upstream or down.
She chose up. Picking up a fallen branch she dragged it behind her to muddy her prints as she made her way upstream. A crashing up ahead alerted her to a small waterfall. As it revealed itself to her as she walked, its beauty took her breath away. This place felt almost magical. Following the edge of the pool she noticed a small cave off to the side, merely an indentation in the rock face but enough. Looking around she also noticed a huge tree presiding over the scene. She looked at it in wonder, she walked its girth finding a nook filled with leaf litter big enough for her to hide in. She snuggled in and despite trying her hardest she fell asleep.
Hunter
He followed her path through the bush carefully. He was a skilled hunter and while he could tell she was trying extremely hard to leave little sign he could see where she had been. A faint boot print here and there, broken twigs and freshy disturbed leaf litter. She appeared to have no direction initially and simply wandered almost aimlessly. He could not wait to find the wench. Every now and then a larger area of bush was disturbed, and he could see where a knee had impacted the ground causing davits, or a hand a reached out to save herself had crushed moss and exposed the dirt beneath. He heard the stream before he could see and knew instinctively, she would have headed towards the sound so he set off in the direction rather that continuing to follow her bush path he would be able to find it again easy enough. Emerging from the bush he saw the size of the stream and hoped she had not tried to cross he didn't want to lose his prey permanently. He pondered a moment deciding which way she went. There was no evidence nearby. He decided to first head down stream a way to see if he could see her path. After about 100 metres he turned and headed upstream, he had seen nothing of her yet and then, a faint boot print just emerging from the trees. He looked further upstream and noticed the brush marks on the stream bank. The wily little minx had tried to cover her tracks, very clever. He picked up his pace. It was just past noon and he would have her for lunch, he felt she wasn't far away. The beauty of the pool struck him, and he knew she was here. Noticing the depression in the rock near the fall of water he quietly approached peering in to see an empty space. He stepped back to think and look around again. Eventually he spotted the tree. As quietly as he could he stalked around the huge trunk and there she was, curled up asleep. Perfect.
Silently he took he backpack from his shoulders and removed the items he had hoped he would need -- a coil of rope, a thick blindfold, a tube of lube (not that he thought it would be needed hot little slut that she was) and his favourite cane.
