There is violence in this story and so far not any sex. I'm building up to that. Right now I'm trying to set the scene. I'm trying to decide if it's worth writing. I've been pulling this out of the file about once a month and writing a few pages and then file it away again. Now I know the grammar police will hate me so if you have a degree please don't even read this. I'm not writing to show how smart I am I'm writing to entertain with a story. And all the legal crap of how this is my story and no one has permission to use it or even the idea of it.
She'd been running for 3 days now, and just about ready to give up. Maybe they will just kill her and then this would all be over. Some of the other girls seemed to accept if not enjoy being raped repeatedly but not her. She would never allow her mind to give in, fighting is not a game, it's life or death.
She killed the last guy and ran with the only weapon she could find, a small knife maybe 4 inch's long. Naked, not even any shoes, she ran and ran. No idea which way was which she just knew distance was her only friend. Crossing a small stream with some moving water kept her from dying of thirst. She followed the stream one way, leaving plenty of prints in the mud then when she saw some gravel she stepped out and made a large half circle and came back to the stream above her previous spot and then followed it parallel.
After another night of travelling in the dark she ended up running into a fence. Been awhile since she had seen a fence this tall. Sharp wire circled the top which made climbing over nearly impossible especially bare foot and bare assed. She followed it for what seemed hours looking for a way through. Noticing what looked like a small trail going through the fence she stopped. Finally noticed that something had burrowed under the fence, maybe hogs or deer. She laid down and skimmed under then found a branch of a cedar tree she could cut off she used it to try to erase her tracks. She then turned and followed the small trail through the trees. Maybe that would throw off the men behind her. She finally felt like she could take a breath without fear. Walking around a small clearing, trying to always stay in the brush she heard something.
Stopping and listening she waited as long as she dared. She would not get caught standing like a scared rabbit. But right before she decided to start moving again a voice, male voice, whispered "If you move you will die! Not because of anything I will do to you, but you have triggered a trap." Now she has heard ever lie a man can say and at this point in her life she has just about decided than men can't tell the truth. Every word out of their mouths is a lie but still she hesitated. What if he's telling the truth? The one time a man tells the truth and she dies because she doesn't believe him. Is that not irony? Then he whispers again, "Not that it matters, I'm probably going to kill you anyway, but I don't want the trap to release, it's a lot or work to set back up. If I get you out, then I can feed you to the hogs and save a lot of work." Now that wasn't what she wanted to hear; she's screwed no matter what! Her mouth moved before her brain could kick in, "Well if you gonna kill me anyway then I ought to set the trap off just so I can at least know I caused you a small amount of trouble."
Now the man behind the voice snickered, "OK, how about this, I allow you an hour to convince me of one good reason not to kill you. After we get you out of this trap and in a safe place." Giving her just a small chance at life, couldn't imagine anything she could possibly say would make a difference. It was just easier to feed her to the hogs than clean the trap.
She knew he was lying, he was a man, but then again it gave her a chance. "Ok ", she says," I know you will probably kill me anyway, but just know this, the only way I'll ever give in is after I'm dead. So, don't think just because I'm naked I'm easy. I'll fight to the death before I'll give in. I will not be raped again, so if that's your plan to rape me before you kill me then you might as well go ahead and kill me."
Silence stretched out for what seemed like hours, when he again whispers, "I don't exactly know what rape is so I can't say but lets get you out of the trap, into a safe spot and you can try to convince me that you aren't a scout for a raiding party. I let you under the fence in order to keep the sign of a struggle hidden. Give me just a minute to clear out your trail and then I'll get to moving you." Then a naked man walked out of some brush, jumped up and grabbed a rope and disappeared into the trees.
Now she will never admit that she spent more time looking at his body than his face. She has seen plenty of naked men, so the sight of some guys junk isn't that odd, but he was tan all over, had hair way down his back and built like a god. He had climbed that rope straight up into the tree as if it were nothing. She had never tried to climb up a rope but somehow knew that it wasn't that easy. He was back after a few minutes it seemed. Not near as long as she expected. Then before she could react, he was on the ground right in front of her. He then threw her over his shoulder like it was nothing then fumbled with something in the trees and then started climbing a rope. Straight up into the tree he went with her looking at a naked back. Now his back had muscles that seemed to bunch up with every move he made. He had the rope wrapped around his legs and it seemed he lifted with his legs and arms. Never had she ever seen a mans ass muscles bunch up like that. The fact that her bare ass was inches from his face finally came to focus but somehow with the view she had it didn't seem all that important.
Next thing she knew she was standing in what looked like a tree house made of leaves. How is that possible she wondered, then the wall just opened up and he stepped out on a ledge, wrapped another rope around is leg and they were flying. If it wasn't for the shoulder in her stomach making it so hard to breathe, she would have screamed. As it is all she saw was a naked ass flying while the ground flew by. It wasn't but a heartbeat or two and they stopped, and he set her down in another treehouse. This one didn't have as many leave and she could see it was lots of small limbs, like a raft. It had lots of vines growing all through it so that explained the leaves. You would never notice it from the ground. Unreal. Who and what is this guy? Before she could open her mouth to speak, he turned her and with a small push she found herself on a rope bridge?
They were up in the air; she had no way to judge how high, but she knew if she fell, she was dead. He patted her on the butt and gave he another light push. He expected her to just walk out on a rope bridge to who knows where? She sucked in a breath and was about to give him a piece of her mind when he said "Hush and walk, we still aren't safe. Sound carries and we have a way to go so move steady and keep a good grip on the side ropes."
As if he expected me to keep a loose grip! Not on her life was she letting loose of that rope. Each step she had to force herself to loosen her grip enough to slide it forward for the next step. Every time she slowed down, he would pat her on the butt and whisper, "You can do it, you can do it." Now didn't seem the time to mention to him that there was nothing she hated more than some guy patting her on the butt. Especially has hers was bare as a newborn and she could feel the heat of his hand with each touch. He must have been in a hurry because before she could scream, she was back to looking at his ass and he walked at a lot faster pace and barely touched the side ropes.
What was the deal with throwing her around like she was a child? As soon as she could breathe again, she was going to suggest a better way of traveling. Then they entered another treehouse. This time he knelt and told her to climb on his back. He told her to wrap her arms around his neck and cross her ankles in the front and hang on as if her life depended on it because it did. Then he started climbing another rope. She could feel the muscles in his back twitching back and forth with each pull of his arms. Her naked breasts were pressed hard into his back and each twitch was like an electric shock going through her.
She hated men touching her, touching her while she was naked was worse but somehow this was different. I guess it was difficult to think about raping her while climbing the ropes. She would wait and see what happened after they stopped in heaven or wherever they were going. What else was up this high in the sky?
Finally, they stopped in another treehouse and it seemed like he was at least breathing a little hard. Maybe he was human after all. She slid down his back, her breast feeling every inch and then she was free. Free a million miles up in the trees where a fall was death and no way could she climb down the rope. He unrolled what looked like animal skins and sat down. Gave her a look that said to do the same and then he just sat there and stared at her. She was lost, what was he waiting for?
"You have an hour to convince me to let you live. I suggest you get started" he said. She was lost, this guy who could fly from tree to tree and carry her up like a child on his back, was... what? He wasn't kind but then he never raised his voice or hit her other than the butt taps but that wasn't really mean just rude. Was he really that cold hearted? Would he really feed her to the hogs? Up here in the trees? Surely there weren't flying pigs up here? Her mind was too busy trying to figure out how they got to wherever they were. Did trees really grow this tall?
"Where are we" she asked, as if somehow that would help her come to grips with what ever this was. Did he really expect her to just lay down and be his fuck toy? Was this how he expected her to convince him to let her live? It was odd but she noticed that not once did he look at her body, just her eyes. He was staring into her eyes, as if he could see something in her head.
