DISCLAIMER:
All characters engaged in sexual situations are at least 18 years old.
I'm a recluse. I hate being around others with their inane chatter assaulting my ears. I have tried my best to get away from the rest of mankind and to a certain extent, I have succeeded.
Oh, by the way, my name is Colin Smythe. I am thirty-three years old and live inside a mountain, exactly where isn't important to my story. I have a blazing red head of hair and blue eyes. I am five foot seven in my stocking feet and weigh in at one hundred sixty-seven pounds of semi-hard muscle--I say semi-hard because I don't work out but, thanks to a decent diet, I have maintained a decent weight and the work I do around what I call my house keeps my muscles toned. I was once married but Erin decided to literally run off with the postman.
Once the divorce was final, I pulled up stakes and moved into what I call my wilderness. The land itself had been left to me by my grandfather. There I built myself a primitive hut that would provide me with shelter from the elements during mid- to late-spring. Once the hut was done, I started using my rather large inheritance from my grandfather to create my fortress and a fortress it was to become.
An entire hillside was scraped off the side of my mountain and the beginnings of my home started to take shape. Concrete slabs formed the bottom floor and all four sides of the house which ended up being three stories high. Inside the four walls, a framework of steel uprights and girders supported the upper two floors. When I was done, I would have running water, electricity, and heat built into a mountain side. Finally, the heavy stuff was done and I was left alone to install all the amenities that would turn the place into my home away from mankind.
Spring turned to summer and I decided that I was more comfortable working totally naked. By August most of the necessary items had been installed. With the weather cooling, I decided that clothing was once again necessary but dressed in as little as possible. By this time, the work was mostly inside and I stayed as naked as I could.
From the outside, you would never guess that there was a house built into the side of the mountain--it all looked like a jumble of rocks.
Spring came and all traces of the vehicle traffic delivering bits and pieces of my home were gone. I stayed inside amused by my porn collection and as naked as the day I was born.
About the beginning of May was when it happened. I was sitting at the breakfast table eating my bacon and eggs and looking out my window at the outside world when I heard a scream and then a soft thud. That was followed by a man's voice yelling at whomever had screamed.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch! When we get done with you, you will wish we'd killed you."
I head a weak response and grabbed a pair of shorts and my rifle. I went upstairs to my living room and peered through my gunport. What I saw made my blood boil with anger. Two men were standing over a half-dressed woman. They were naked from the waist down and her clothes had either been torn to shreds or cut off her. One of the men edged his way into position to rape the poor girl who could not have been more than twenty years old while the other threatened her with a nasty looking knife.
I aimed to miss, but not by much. The bullet hit about a foot from the jerk trying to rape the girl. Let's just say that his dick got awfully soft in a hurry. Both men looked around in vain for where the bullet had come from. My next round hit about a foot from the second jerk and his dick shrunk back into his scrotum. By the time my third shot was fired they had lost all interest in the girl, pulling up their pants and leaving the scene in hurry.
I went back downstairs and opened my outer door stepping out to fetch the girl into the safety of my home.
"Who are you? Where did those two go?"
"My name is Colin. I don't really care where they went. Now, what's your name?"
"Susan. Susan Meyers."
"I'm sorry but I don't have any women's clothing at hand. I'll find you something inside that you can try on." Truth be told, I doubted that I had anything that wouldn't fall off her.
"You live inside a mountain?"
"Yes, I do. I built it myself. Well, I did have some help, but most of the inside work I did on my own."
"Why?"
"I don't like what passes for civilization these days so I built myself a fortress to keep people out. I do take exception to those who would use my front yard to rape women. How did you ever end up in that position, anyway?"
"I went out with my girlfriend last night and the next thing I knew, my clothes were in tatters, my panties had been ripped off and I saw two hard cocks that looked like they were ready to fuck me."
"Oh, they were ready. I just persuaded them to change their minds."
"Where did you learn to shoot like that?"
"I was a sniper in the Army."
"Well, thank you, Colin, for scaring them off."
"You're very welcome, Susan. Now let's see if I have anything small enough to fit you." I had to admit that her semi-nudity was causing my cock to harden inside my shorts. I guess I stared at her pussy hair and tits too long and was caught staring.
"Colin, I think you have a problem. Can I help?"
"Yeah. Let's find you something to cover your tits and ass, OK?"
"OK." Her smile was to die for and I hadn't fucked anybody for well over a year. Then she did the unexpected: she pulled the remnants of her dress over her head leaving her in a torn bra and nothing else. My cock hardened even more as she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "Does that help any?"
