All characters who appear in this story are fictional and of legal age (18 years of age or older). If you're not comfortable with the depiction of rough and non-consensual sex, there might be more suitable reads for you on this website than this one. This is the last part of a threepart story. I'd like to recommend reading parts one and two first.
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Buck
A cry for help interrupted the quiet of the morning. It was a woman's cry. Warily I changed my direction. I'd been on the run for three fucking days. Someone had tried to steal one of my hookers. When I stopped by him we had some serious discussion during which he was killed by a bullet. The police would certainly pin the blame on me.
That woman screamed again. I groped my way through the bushes. The body had lain in an ugly pool of blood. I'd left the place in a rush. When I was hurrying down to the river I heard the wailing of the police sirens. I hurled the gun into the water and leaped into a small rowing boat that I found nearby. Slowly drifting down the river I switched my cell phone off and removed the SIM card.
Pretty much the only thing I'd found in my pockets other than my wallet was a tube of lubricating gel, sort of basic tool in my field of business. In a small backwoods town on the banks of the river I bought some camping gear, outdoor equipment, and food for a couple of days. There wasn't enough cash left for a bowie knife and I mustn't use my bank card. Poorly equipped I continued my way downstream.
Now I heard the woman weeping close by. Cautiously I sneaked up to a clearing. When I peered from behind a bush a bizarre scene unfurled before my eyes. A naked woman was suspended from a tree in a tangle of ropes, with her back pointing at me. A guy was taking photos of her.
The smart thing to do was to leave the scene as secretly as I'd come. No one had seen me yet and I really didn't need a witness. On the other hand, I could hardly take my eyes off the slut. I hadn't had a cunt in a couple of days, let alone one like this. The guy was now taking close shots of her snatch.
While I was considering the options he turned round and walked away to my surprise, leaving his chick behind.
'What a bitch,' I heard him murmur. I was suspicious though and waited for about half an hour but he didn't return.
Slowly I approached the slut from behind. There was a cracking sound when I stepped on a branch. She winced. 'Hello? Is there anybody there?'
I didn't answer. I was within arm's length now. Appraisingly I pinched her round yet firm ass. She cringed and screamed. I slapped her across the backside and walked around her.
'What a sight,' I thought and whistled through my teeth. The chick began to sob. She reminded me a bit of Nell, a thirty-year-old who was working for me. I couldn't help feeling the naked and defenseless woman's tits up. She'd certainly be fun but I'd have to get her to a more private venue. This place was like Grand Central Station.
Bewilderedly I looked at the mess of ropes. The guy who did this must've been a pervert. I rummaged in the bag that lay nearby. There were enough ropes to rig a four-master but no knife.
'What's your name?' I asked when I untied all the knots but she didn't answer.
I let her slowly down, freed her from the remaining tangle of ropes and hauled her up to her feet. Instantly she tried to run away but her legs didn't carry her. I seized her and slapped her in the face. She looked at me in despair, covering her nipples and pussy as if she hadn't been exposed to me for quite some time already.
I reckoned that we'd be a lot less suspicious if this chick didn't walk around naked by my side, in case we met someone. That's why I pushed her towards the pile of her clothes.
'Get dressed!' I commanded.
Trembling she put on her dress. The slut didn't even wear panties. Impatiently I pushed her forward. I stuffed all the ropes into the bag though I'd hardly need more than one to tie her up. I grabbed her by the arm and led her away from the clearing.
After what seemed like an eternity we arrived at the bank of the river where I'd hidden the boat in some blackberry bushes. I pulled it into the water and shoved her into it. With a rope from the bag I tied her hands to the bench and started rowing. Apathetically she squatted on the floor and looked up at me.
I hadn't come as far as a yard or so when I suddenly heard distant shouts in the wood. 'Vivian!' a desperate voice was calling, 'Vivian!...Vivian!'
In the wink of an eye I put my hand over her mouth. 'Is that you?' I asked and grinned maliciously, 'Vivian? Nice to meet you, Vivian!'
Her eyes were filled with tears. I couldn't make sense of the chick. For some reason she seemed to hate the voice in the wood more than the guy who was just taking advantage of her predicament. Warily I lifted my hand from her mouth. She didn't try to scream. I caressed her cheek but pointed my finger threateningly at her to keep her quiet. She bit her lips, bristling with rage.
I continued rowing until the voice in the wood died down. After a mile or two we arrived at a long, densely wooded island. I pulled the boat up the river bank and led my booty to my little makeshift camp.
'Be a good girl,' I said gently, 'raise your arms!'
She complied as if she were used to submitting to men. I pulled her dress up and slipped it over her head, revealing her naked beauty again. From behind I cradled her tits, a handful of sheer luxury each, and kissed her neck.
I'd had some experience in bringing women to heel. Broadly speaking, it's a fine balance of humiliation, punishment, and tender loving care rather than brute violence that did the trick. Nell for instance had to serve topless at Lou's bar for a couple of weeks with all the guys groping and touching her. She'd been like putty in my hands ever after. I wondered how I could possibly humiliate a slut I'd found naked in the wood, bound and dangling from a tree.
Suddenly she pulled away from me and started running. Approvingly I gazed at her ass. She was athletic and a speedy runner. Yet she'd soon have to realize that there was no escape in that direction. The river described a long arc with a smooth current in the east while there were steep rocks and impassible rapids on the western side.
