An Impromptu Rescue
My name is Eddie and I live in a small farm, located a few miles out of the city, that I inherited from my grandparents. My parents unfortunately died in a plane crash while I was in the army. I did fifteen years and went on two tours to the Middle East (the second Gulf War and one in Afghanistan).
The doctors tell me that I have PTSD and offered medication and counselling, but I prefer to live here on my own. I have enough sheep and chickens to feed myself with meat and sell some to keep the farm running.
My military pension gets paid directly into my bank account and any correspondence from military sources like requests to go to reunions goes in the trash. My service medals, ribbons and commendations are lying in a box in the attic, gathering dust.
I grow my own vegetables in one of the smaller fields, which provides enough root vegetables and potatoes to store in one of the barns to last me all winter as well as beans and cabbages. There are plenty enough potatoes to make my own moonshine, something I learned from my Grandpa.
I have no financial worries, as my grandparents owned the farm outright and the ten acres it stands on, plus a hundred and fifty acres of woodland surrounding the farm. I have upgraded the interior with more modern fixtures and fittings, mainly the kitchen, my bedroom and the living room.
I also hunt in the woods around the area, preferably with a high-tech bow and arrows (another of my few concessions to the outside world). There is electricity, provided by a wind turbine which I bought and installed when I first moved in.
I also installed a few solar panels on the barn roof with a cable that runs to big storage batteries inside and then by cable to the house. It gives me light at night and keeps the radio going for occasional news and music, but I have no other services like Wi-Fi or internet which suits me fine.
I was tracking a deer near the small road that goes to the suburbs, when I heard voices. I stood still, unseen to the men as I was wearing jungle camo shirt and pants. I watched as three young men were forcing a young woman to drag a large concrete block along a drainage ditch.
She was oriental, with long dark hair and wearing a very short white dress that was caked in mud and slime, from having frequently fallen over. The rope was tied in a complicated way, it went around her neck, down her front, between her legs and up her back and around her arms.
Her bare feet were bleeding, and she looked exhausted as she fell again, they prodded her with electric probes, making her cry out and one kicked her to get her to stand up. They started arguing in Spanish, I guessed they were gangbangers by that and the guns and tattoos, I know a little Spanish, so I listened.
After a short discussion two of them left, passing quite close to me and complaining about the mud they had gotten on their new white trainers, the third stayed to guard her but as soon as he was alone he started to abuse her. He got his hard cock out and waved it at her, but she wouldn't suck him, so he started to hit her.
I normally keep to myself, but these thugs were acting like the Taliban, so I acted too. I crept up behind him, as he was sat on the block taking a rest, he never saw the incoming butt of the forty-four as it connected with his head from behind.
First I stole his gun and ammo, then cut the woman free from the block before cutting her totally free, but she just lay there staring at me. I had an idea and picked up a good-sized rock, hit and rubbed it into the wound on the unconscious man's head and dropped it next to him.
I slung the cut rope over my shoulder, thinking that when the other two returned, they might think that as his cock was out, he had untied her for sex and she had surprised him, and run away.
She could not stand, let alone escape, and did not resist as I picked her up and gave me a worried smile as I carried her into the woods and back towards the farm. After a few minutes she actually fell asleep, even though I wasn't following a path and the going was rough, she must have been exhausted.
I was stepping carefully and as quietly as possible, listening for any pursuit from the two remaining gangers. A few minutes later, I had heard the roar of a modified exhaust and then some shouting, then the roar again as they left.
They would either report that they had her, and she escaped or more likely keep their skins safe by not saying anything. I didn't know if I had killed the guard or not and didn't care, they either took him to a hospital, dumped the body somewhere else or left him there for the wild animals to find.
About a mile from the scene I stopped for a break, she was not that heavy, but it seemed a good time to stop and ask a few questions, as she had woken up. I put her down on a mossy stump, offered her some water from my water bottle, then sat on a rock to talk.
She drank eagerly, I asked who she was and why they were treating her that way. She told me her name was Azumi and that she worked in a club in the rougher part of the city but one night after they had closed, her boss had killed one of the lap dancers whom he thought was keeping a lot of her tips from him.
Azumi had seen it happen and that he had seen her there and was a witness. She had run out of the club as she was, dressed in the small white dress because if she went to get her coat she would probably be caught and killed too.
She couldn't go back to her apartment for the same reason, it would be the first place that they would look, so she tried to get out of the city, but the boss had the local gang out looking for her with a big reward for bringing her back alive.
Three of them in a car had spotted her so she ran, breaking the heels of shoes that were never meant for running. As she kicked them off, she overbalanced and had fallen down the bank into the big drainage ditch.
She heard the car's roar stop and voices, so had got up and run along falling into the mud a few times. Finally they caught her and tied her up, making her drag that big concrete block until she collapsed.
She saw that two had gone to get their car, leaving one to guard her, then I rescued her. She was still very weak, so I carried her back to the farm and ran her a bath, while I made some food.
When I'd finished, I knocked on the door and she called me in, she was wearing a big towel, but said she wanted to thank me for saving her life, then she dropped it and pulled down my pants before giving me a fantastic blow job, totally unexpected but I wasn't going to stop her.
A few minutes later, we were eating stew in the kitchen.
"You didn't have to do that Azumi, I saw you were in danger and just helped you out" I told her.
"I know, but if they take me back I killed, so I thank you my way" she replied with a tired smile.
"Do you have family where you can go and be safe?"
"No, only very old grandmother in Japan, she in... hospital for old people to die."
"A residential care home?"
"Yes, she die soon, happy to join husband with ancestors" she said sadly.
There was a pause in the conversation while we finished the food, then Azumi asked nervously.
"You have family... wife, children?"
"No, parents dead, no wife or kids, I prefer to live here alone."
