Chapter 56, Slave Hunters & Mercenaries
Ross didn't know how long he had been out. He slowly woke up, feeling the hot sunlight baking his exposed skin. The sun had been up for awhile; he estimated that it was around mid morning or even later. He really didn't know. He found himself lying out in the open, wearing only the soiled loincloth. Left out in the open, it suggested that his captors weren't afraid of him being discovered. It was obvious that they thought no one would be around this area. Looking around, he didn't see any signs of roads or anything that would even give him a hint as to where he was. As far as he could see, there was nothing that even suggested civilization. He lay there for a minute, trying to clear his head and get his bearings. As he rolled over he suddenly remember what had happened as pain shot up into his lower abdomen.
"Ahh, shit," he moaned as he lay still, frozen in pain. He had been lying on his side, now attempting to roll over onto his back. Remembering what had been done to him, he immediately knew what the pain was coming from. He slowly spread his legs to relieve some of the pressure on his tortured balls. He sat up cautiously, spreading his legs and leaning back. Looking down, he was surprised to see that the loincloth had been put back on him and was tied at the hip. They had taken the time to dress him. His loincloth was now smeared heavily with sperm and small spots that looked like blood. He remembered being tied and nude before Ronni hit him that last time. He barely remembered that. He didn't remember ever cumming that would result in sperm being on the loincloth.
He crawled over to a large tree, resting as he propped himself up against it and getting out of the hot sunlight. He untied the loincloth and let it lay open as he examined himself, trying to determine how bad his injuries were. It was obvious that Ronni had done a number on him, both balls swollen. He reached down and eased his sensitive cock off of the bloated sack. The sack was dark red and bruised with what looked like small puncture marks on the skin. It was obvious that the left ball was swollen more, its oval shaped pushed forcibly out against the thin skin of the sack. With the oval ring still encasing his trapped organs, it didn't help the swelling any. It was obvious that it wasn't going to come off in the near future.
He was still wondering where the small droplets of blood had come from. In examining his balls, there were no obvious injuries that would bring blood. Having seen the smears of sperm and blood on the loincloth, he focused his attention on the now very fleshy and fattened cock. Lifting it up, he noticed that the mouth appeared moist, a slight drip oozing out of the mouth. It was obviously pre cum. That struck him as odd, since he had just woke up and was far from being aroused. Gingerly, he grasped the base of his cock and used his thumb and middle finger to squeeze the top and bottom of it. He then ran his fingers down the shaft, milking the inner tube outward. It wasn't too bad, he found that he was very sensitive but not in any real pain. What did surprise him was the sperm and small amount of blood that came out in a large drip as he milked outward. Sperm? Blood? Both of these were not good signs. It would have been surprising to see pre cum, since he was not aroused in the least. But to actually see creamy thick sperm coming out of him was definitely a bad sign. The blood could have been from several different things, any of them indicating a possible medical problem.
Under the shade of the tree, he got comfortable and did a further exam on himself. On the underside of his cock, he found scratches and bite marks. He then suddenly remembered Tawny biting him several times. The worst ones were right under the cock head, where the foreskin met with his cock head. They were more than sore to the touch and looked reddened and inflamed. He figured that all in all, his injuries weren't that bad but might require some treatment. But for the moment, his problems were not medical as much as they were survival.
Looking around, he surveyed the area. He was in what appeared to be a tree shrouded valley, surrounded by canyon walls. Obviously he wasn't trapped there, due to being able to still see the tire impressions where Tawny had driven the SUV into that area. He saw that they had not spent much time there, having pulled up and dumped him right next to the vehicle. He figured that if he followed their tire tracks, he'd at least be able to make his way to a road. But for the moment, he needed to get to higher ground to see what was around the immediate area.
Standing up, he checked himself to find that he was not injured, with the exception of the obvious ones he had already seen. He began walking, making his way toward the top of the highest canyon wall. From there, he would be able to get a better idea of which way to go, once he reached a roadway. Covered in only the loincloth and barefooted, he slowly made his way up to the top, carefully picking his way through the rocky terrain. Within an hour, he had reached the top. Standing at the top he looked around in all directions. To his dismay, he could see nothing that even gave a hint on which way civilization was. He could see nothing except more canyons and horizon. He immediately came back down and began following the tire tracks left by Tawny's SUV.
Being barefooted made the walking slow almost unbearable. But having been at the facility and barefooted for the past months, his feet had become more adapted to the rough surface. He walked for hours, following the tracks till he could no longer see any signs of them. He still had no idea of where he was or which way to go. About the only thing that he did know was his sense of direction and that he was in trouble. He was sure that Dr Sherry would send out people to start looking for him. He also was sure that Mistress Francesca would do her part to find him. But if he didn't know where he was, it was almost certain that they didn't know where he was either. Where would they even begin to look? It was safe to assume that the kidnappers wouldn't be volunteering any information. Ross correctly figured that Dr Sherry would have security looking for them also.
As the sun began to set in the west, it at least confirmed what direction he was traveling. But that was small consolation considering that the temperature was beginning to drop as darkness began to fall. He found a covered area along a rock wall that he could sleep in, using branches and leaves to cover up with, keeping warm. It wasn't that cold but he knew it wouldn't be comfortable. He slept fitfully that night, wondering if this was to be his final days and nights. Life had changed drastically in the past few years.
For two days he continued moving, trying to find any sign of people. Not having any knowledge of where the doctor's facility was, he had no idea if he was in National Forests or just some outback area of the state. He figured that he would by now, have seen some sign of a town or at least a house or road. He hadn't had anything to eat, but was fortunate to have running streams all through the area. Several of the streams ran into clear pools of water that he used to clean his wounds and drink from. At least he wouldn't dehydrate, he thought to himself as he began to daydream about cheeseburgers and pathetic meals that he had eaten during his life. Now, all of that seemed like a feast.
On the third day he rested next to a large pool of crystal clear running water. He knew that sooner or later, he would run across someone. He had walked for miles but had seen no roads or even a hint of civilization. He knew he was quickly growing weaker from lack of food. The berries that he found to eat weren't enough to keep him going. He kept wondering if Dr Sherry or Mistress Francesca were still looking for him or if they had given up. He laughed as he thought how Dr Sherry would probably be looking for him, since he was an entertainment slave and making large sums of money for her. He laughed when he thought about how it was actually his cock that was making large sums of money for her. He found it sad to know that his cock was his singular value at this time. But he also knew that they would be looking for him without ever notifying any authorities. Notifying the authorities would put the facility and Dr Sherry's income in a precarious position. He was slowly giving out and giving up.
"I've never seen a bulge that big on a male. Look at the way his loincloth sticks out. I don't think that a slave would have an erection while wandering lost in the canyons," the slave hunter said as she watched Ross through her binoculars. She kept her binoculars trained on the male as he rested next to the clear natural pool.
"His cock doesn't look too small either. Every once in awhile he moves just right and you can see it hanging down," the other one said with a laugh. "I wonder how he got all the way out here. It's a little far off the beaten path for a hike," she said with a snicker.
They both lay in the brush, watching the solitary figure down below them. With the worldwide change in laws and ruling authorities, slave hunting had become a hugely profitable business. Women with former military training, especially military trackers, had become a lucrative profession. Also, in this day and age, there were more than enough escaped slaves that were loose, each with varying degrees of bounty on their heads. A hunter could make a fortune by finding the 'more expensive' or more sought after slaves and bringing them back to their owners. There were companies that excelled in finding missing or escaped slaves, and then there were the freelance hunters. Their methods and ethics weren't anywhere near the standard of the legitimate professional companies that tracked and returned slaves.
"I do believe someone might be looking for this one," the one hunter said quietly as she gazed through the binoculars.
