This time he would pay, Jaci swore to herself. The bastard boss of hers. She had tolerated a lot from that guy in the last four years since they had started working together, but this was the final drop. She recalled long trips through the jungle with one ill-tempered and ill-mannered brute that had no tolerance for women being weaker when carrying 20 kg of equipment, or spending far too much time in the bathroom – especially the way he considered it.
She had tolerated it all, and only smiled when he stated for the billionth time that women were too weak to manage on their own and that it was a miracle they had survived beyond the Stone Age. From experience she knew the fruitlessness in pointing out the fact that males would not have survived either since they were incapable of locating their own socks, not to speak of where they put their gear last evening.
But this was the final straw. That job was hers. She had withstood loads of insults, and still that bastard boss of hers had nominated someone else for what she considered to be
her
future job. She was practically glowing with rage.
But now was not the time for raging. It ruined her aim. She tried to calm down, clasping the tranquilizer gun to her chest while hiding behind a large rock. Her target would soon come into sight, and then..... She smiled just by the thought of giving this stupid jerk a taste of his own tranquilizer-dots. Usually they where used on far larger prey like elephants and lions, but she had estimated the dosage to fit a male of about 100 kg. That should do it, she thought. No fun in killing the guy. Or perhaps she should leave that for later.
Finally he was in sight. He was stamping through the bushes as if he owned the whole forest. She recollected his few positive traits, like a firm and muscular body and his friendship with her older brother Stan. "We males have to stick together," Stan always said. "Otherwise you females will take over the world, and then we might have to start thinking. A dreadful idea," he always laughed easily.
Boom. The gun fired strait on the target and hit him in his left buttock. Great shot, she congratulated herself. Her prey turned around. Total shock was visible on his face, before the tranquilizer started working and he collapsed on the spot. She almost yelled with joy. Those firing lessons had really paid off. In triumph she moved closer to her prey.
He was definitely out cold, but breathing easily. The dosage was fine. So, on to the next step of the plan. Getting him into the cottage. Finally it dawned on her. There was a major leak in her plan. How could she move a 100 kg male 300 meters? Drag him? She tried pulling on one of his feet. Not a chance. For God sake, how could she forget something so trivial? That's what happened when you were too impulsive, she thought. Damn.
Ok, there was only one thing to do. She picked up her mobile phone. "Stan? I need some help up here. Gray has caught the tranquilizer in his but, and I'm unable to move him. Could you give me a hand? Oh, and bring Craig as well, will you? He's quite heavy."
***
"And this was all an accident, is that right, sis?"
"Of course," she replied. "What? Do you think I did this on purpose?" she asked innocently.
"Definitely yes," Craig laughed, and mumbled something about desperate females walking around with shotguns. Her brothers were obviously not fully convinced of her innocence. But apart from laughing, they only helped her carrying her immobilised prey into the cottage.
"I didn't think you would become this desperate," Stan said. "The ordinary thing is to invite the fellow home and cook him some dinner. You should try that next time," he chuckled. "You're not that bad looking, you know." Great, now they thought she had the hots from Mr-high-and-mighty here. Could this farce become any worse, she wondered.
"Undress him also, will you?" she asked, when they carried him into the small bedroom.
"What are you planning to do?" Craig asked with a horrified expression.
"Tie him to the bed and rape him, of course," she instantly replied. They just gaped at her. "Just joking, you dolts. We're putting him to bed so he can sleep it off. He sleeps naked, remember? I figured that out when last we had a fire in our camp." Lucky me, she thought, while contemplating the sight that had her drooling for days afterwards. The incident had also provided fuel for an endless amount of fantasies afterwards. No matter how she disliked him; she still had eyes, didn't she?
Finally they did as she asked and covered him with a blanket. She was not allowed to watch the process. Gee, did they really think that she had never seen a naked man before. Women were born caretakers, weren't they? She couldn't wait to get rid of them.
"Be careful, sis", Stan said. "He will be really pissed when waking up. Are you sure you don't want us to stay?"
"No, I can manage", she replied. And it wouldn't be much fun if they stayed. She had some major plans for this bastard and that didn't include some overprotective males. As for the angry part, she meant to ensure he was angrier than he'd ever been before. It was time to get even.
As soon as she heard their truck pull away, she brought out her gear. She had "borrowed" Stan's entire collection of sex-toys. Hopefully he would not make the connection, she laughed. What on earth were all these things for, she wondered. But first the most important thing: the bindings. She pulled out 4 long leather strings, and tested their strength. Yes, they might contain her victim.
She started dragging both his arms upwards and tying them to the bed posters. Goody. Now, the legs. She spread his legs and tied them to the bottom bedposts. Very nice. She checked the knots, and tried to pull the strains. They should hold. She looked at his face. He was still breathing quietly as if sleeping. Well, wonder when he'll wake up. According to the dosage, I have another half-hour I think. Unless she had miscalculated his weight. She turned up the heater and waited for the next stage to begin.
