Captives in The Wild

In the wake of the rising sun, five people were revealed in the forest clearing. The three men, standing, two with shotguns, Junior and Eli. Slim stood behind them and their prisoners, glancing back at the trap the man in the bag had laid the night before, falling their cousin Clyde after a few taunts to make off with the woman. She had interrupted them, looking for the man who had come here after his sister.

It had all started. it was the routine of the family. Boats at night would fall on their log trap in the river, they would board, loot, and kill, but this time, they had found prime pussy to go with, his sister. What they didn't know was who the man was. Jack Kelly, a former soldier. But, bad news for him, he had been caught, and The Kid, the woman's nickname around the docks where she worked, along with him.

They both hung in front of the three brothers, their bodies encased, save their heads, in sleeping bags. Soldier's was an ugly tan brown, due to his large size, the rope to hang him had to be tied around the small of his back and supported with the other rope tied around the top of the bag. The Kid's was a light blue vinyl, this style was different, the zipper was at the bottom of the bag, and had been tucked inside along with her body. The blonde tussels on her head were mussed up from the leaning against the top part of the bag, which tented around the back of her head and was tied above her over the branch. She was next to Soldier, but because of the closeness of her ropes, she was halfway in front of him.

Thick ropes kept them inside, tied in near-identical fashion at their ankles, shins, knees, thighs, waists, stomaches, and chests. Save two differences; the ropes around Soldier's chest were straight. Those over Kid's bag-chest were in a X fashion over her shoulder.

"Why don't we let the bear at them, Junior?" Eli snapped, angered over what had happened to Clyde.

"Nah." Junior answered, running a hand over the stubble in his chin. "Bear's done his work for the night." They were referring to what made the area infamous. The so called 'Bad Ass Bear' that left hikers and men violently killed. It was Junior, who had acquired a bear claw and kept a fake arm he had crafted from cheap fake fur over his own at night. But now, both his arms were uncovered and in the heat, he wore only a dirty white sleeveless shirt and straps. But heat would be nothing compared to what Soldier and the Kid would face. "These two.." He said, formulating his plan. "They ran away from the bear."

Soldier and Kid took this oppurtunity to struggle. Soldier squirmed to the side and moved a bit, causing the rope hanging him across the clearing to snap and waver a bit but hold strong. "What do you mean?" Eli asked as they calmed.

"A few days." Junior said, stepping closer and reached up and took The Kid's chest ropes in his hand, making her let out a muffled grunt through the red bandanna that had been wadded into a thick knot between her teeth and around her head. "And those bags will sweat the water right outta their bodies.." His hands went to the ropes around Soldier's stomach. "They'll die of thirst." Soldier's lips formed into a grimace over the thick black cloth gagging him in a similar fashion. The camoflauge paint leftover on his face was now a slathered, brown mess coating his cheeks, baking in the sun. "Then we'll cut 'em down, take them out of the bags, and drag them deep into the woods." Junior tugged on the ropes briefly just to taunt them. "They'll look like they.. ran away from the bear. Got lost, and couldn't find no water.. we'll leave the mark on them.. it's BETTER than they deserve."

Slim, meanwhile, looked back and shook the thick black hair from his eyes, straightening his hat and gazed at Soldier's bag-covered legs for one moment before looking up at Kid with a glance, his hand rested on the hilt of the large combat knife in a sheath on his thigh.

Junior parted his teeth, raised his head, and spit on Soldier's face, leaving flecks on his cheeks, shoulder, and gag. "Hey, big man!" Soldier took another oppurtunity to grunt. "Lemme leave you with this thought.. I'm gonna go back and screw your sister." He pushed Soldier back and they walked off. Eli stole one more glance back as the two were left suspended helplessly.

Hours passed. The sun rose higher in the sky, beating down and forcing the two to sweat. Soldier moved his head back, then down onto his bag-covered chest, blinking to clear the sweat from his eyes. He looked over, his blurry eyes focusing on The Kid. She was asleep, the whole front of her blue bag now a dirty black/green from sweat stains.

Time soon slipped to afternoon. The sun hid behind clouds, giving the two a few moments to draw air into their noses. They were already weak, they longed for food, and most of all, for water. But none came.

Soldier finally closed his eyes, nothing better to do and heard the small stretching sound as the ropes moved again, spinning him to face the tree and Kid to face the clearing. She raised her head.

And there was Slim.

"Junior got his woman." He said. She widened her eyes as he unclipped his sheath and unzipped his pants. "Now.." the knife was drawn out. 7 1/2 inches of gleaming steel. "I got mine." He snickered and walked over to the sapling where the ropes hanging the two were tied. They both stared. He sawed through the thinner one. The Kid fell to the ground, bag rolling and she landed on her back, raising her head. Soldier began to scream muffled protests, trying to kick back and forth in the sack, the black straps used to wrap up the bag swung on the ground as he kicked. "Wait your turn, big man." Slim hissed to him before straddling Kid. He caught a sour whiff of sweat as he took out his canteen and took a loud sip to taunt her and reached out, trickling a few drops onto her bag-covered chest. She whimpered and struggled from side to side.

"If you're any good.. there'll be more of that." He said to her, reaching for his knife and cut her ankle bonds. She breathed in and out slowly, but soon intensified to hysterics as the bag was unzipped to her thighs, the hot wind was a bit refreshing to her bare legs and sandal-clad feet. He reached past her shin ropes and grabbed for her legs. Behind him, Soldier began to swing on the spot, grimacing through his gag, moving his head, droplets of sweat going to and fro.

"I may do it twice!" Slim yelled. Nobody could stop him now, nobody. He could do whatever he wanted. He began to feel aroused with his sense of power as his fingers found the belt to her white shorts, but her feet continued to push at his chest. Suddenly, she pushed and he went back, the back of his head met Soldier's bound feet and he moaned once before he was knocked out.

The Kid sat up, still hearing the rope sounds as Soldier began to swing uncontrollably and moved around until the bag was completely unzipped. Her hands went to the gag, pulling it from her mouth and down to her neck. There was no time to untie it. She whimpered again at what had nearly happened and pulled herself from the blue cloth cocoon that had been her prison. She got to her feet, feeling a bit weak and took Slim's combat knife where it lay and moved to free Soldier when Slim shot up and grabbed it by the blade. "Whoa!" he yelled.

Kid whimpered again. Slim stopped for a moment, feeling blood run from his fingers as he grabbed for the knife blade, it sank into his fingers and he grimaced and squealed. The Kid let go. Too soon. The knife sank into his chest by the hilt and he gave a final moan before he fell back dead.

She lowered her head, looking away as she pulled the blade from his chest. It was red to the hilt. She looked down at the mountain man one last time, then went to free her savior.