Captive Till Dawn

It had already been a long drive as it was, but as Sharon turned the Jeep onto the dirt road, she knew she was now at least more than halfway towards her destination. At thirty-five, single, and reasonably attractive, Sharon was what most of her friends called a carefree spirit. She'd been looking forward to this vacation/camping trip for months, something she'd been doing now for the past ten years. Her girlfriend Jayna was supposed to have driven up with her, but at the last minute had had to postpone coming up until the weekend. And though she would be alone and all by herself for two more days, it was something she had in fact done before.

Sharon was fairly tall for a woman, nearly six feet. She was in great shape, athletic, and loved the out of doors. Her mousy-brown colored hair was long, though she kept it braided most of the time, hanging all the way down to her waist. Dark brown eyes, a natural olive colored complexion which she knew was in part to her Indian heritage, Sharon looked every bit the part of a woman that was comfortable by her self, especially out of doors.

Though she was now on a fairly well traveled dirt road, she knew that before too much longer she'd be traveling off that. And that's when the four-wheel drive would really come in handy. She'd found this place several years ago while out on another adventure with her then sometimes boyfriend. They'd gone off road, picking their own path until suddenly finding themselves in a near Garden of Eden type of paradise. Rich green meadows, a wide clear water stream, and a perfect bluff overlooking the valley from one of the highest peaks around. It had been simply beautiful, and Sharon had returned to it nearly every single year since then. And in all that time, she had never seen another single solitary soul up there at the same time that she had been.

Eventually the road became severe enough to travel on that she was finally forced to put the Jeep into four-wheel drive. But that also meant that she would soon start looking for the "secret" doorway into her own exotic little world of beauty, peace, and total relaxation away from the busy humdrum lifestyle she was forced to live and work in.

And one again, like nearly every time before, she nearly missed the turn off. It was nothing more than a deer trail really. It seemed to head straight down a very steep embankment, towards a gorge that seemed choked with tall evergreens and pines. But truth was, once down inside the area, a rocky dried out riverbed served a little like a roadway that wound up and along side of the mountain into yet another wide open meadow. Straight across from this, was Paradise as she called it. No roads had been made or came anywhere near the area she'd discovered so many years ago now. And though she was sure there had perhaps been hunters up in these woods in times past, there was nothing to suggest by what she had seen so far that anyone had come up anywhere near here.

As she slowly coaxed and fought the Jeep along in deep ruts, jagged crags of rock and dirt, Sharon inched the Jeep along which though distance wise was the shortest leg of the trip, was also the longest as the time required to actually make it down. She'd have to leave early enough two days later in order to meet Jayna on the road. They'd agreed to park her car up there, and then once again take the Jeep back down together.

Though it was certainly much cooler in the mountains, it was till hot. And as Sharon was prone to do when she was finally off and alone by herself, she removed her tank-top all together, freeing her breasts and enjoying the sensation of the cooler mountain air caressing her newly exposed and bare flesh.
It took Sharon as usual nearly two full hours to traverse the "Rocky-Road" highway, as she'd affectionately come to refer to it. Reaching the edge of the first meadow just beneath the tall overhanging pines and fur trees, Sharon once again hesitated. The meadow she needed to cross looked once again as pristine and beautifully untouched as she remembered it. She almost hated driving across as she trampled down the tall high grass that obviously many, many years before had been apart of some small hidden away lake. She had managed to figure out that the topography had all changed because of an earthquake that had possibly occurred hundreds of years before, and had left the lake dry and barren.

Crossing the meadow Sharon then reached the last remaining hill that she and her trusty Jeep needed to climb before she'd reach the Plateau that would serve as her campsite and retreat for the next full week. Reaching it, she found the exact same spot she had camped at the previous year. Not a single rock had been disturbed from the campfire she had built and carefully watched over to ensure that no glowing embers had remained before she'd left it. A small cropping of tall pines served as a natural shelter in the event of inclement weather. And she had brought along a small two-man pup tent as well, though she left it inside the Jeep with no intention of using it unless she had too. Spreading out her sleeping bag and a few necessary items she had brought along with her, Sharon quickly had secured her camp and was now ready to take up her fishing pole and head down to the river below in an attempt to catch something for dinner.
So secure in her solitude and privacy, Sharon didn't even bother putting back on her tank-top and merely wore the cut-off Levi shorts she was wearing along with a pair of thick knee-high socks, and her hiking boots. She did take a bandanna, which she tied around her neck in order to wipe off the sweat with, but beyond that, she took very little else besides her pole and a small bag which contained some fishing gear.

Carefully she made her way down the steep incline towards the river, which wound itself in and out of the thick tree line below. There was her spot where she had never failed yet to catch fish in, and she headed towards it, already looking forward to laying back and relaxing, and waiting for the fish to literally jump on her line.

It was still early afternoon by the time she had found her spot. Casting her line in, she then positioned her pole on the bank so she could watch it. A nice patch of wild-grass would serve as her bed as she lay back to nap, think, perhaps even dream and enjoy the rest of the afternoon ahead.

Had Sharon known what lay ahead of her, she would wish immediately after that she had never ever discovered this place that she had come to think of as her Paradise, her own personal Garden of Eden.

As relaxed and sleepy as she'd become, she had twice failed to notice her line, losing two fish in the process which had managed to slip her line and get off. Giving up, she had decided to lay back and take a short nap, enjoying the comfortable and seemingly safe surroundings, which she'd become all too familiar with over the years. Slipping into a nice restful deep sleep, Sharon would soon awake to a real live nightmare.

It happened fast, violently, and long before she was fully aware or able to comprehend what was happening to her. One moment she was asleep. In the next, she felt strong powerful hands pinning her to the ground as someone sat atop her keeping her from getting up or trying to roll away. Another set of hands had immediately blinded her from being able to see who or what her assailants were. Seconds later she was forcibly turned onto her stomach, only then realizing as her bare breasts were roughly pressed into the dirt that she was vulnerably exposed to who ever it was that had accosted her. Almost immediately the thought of being raped entered her mind, and she found herself more frightened and afraid than she had ever been before in her entire life.

Blind as she was, her hands now bound tightly behind her back with her own bandanna having felt it untied from around her neck, and then roughly and tightly retied around her hands, she struggled even then against it. Sharon finally felt the weight of one of her two attackers lift off her, and she kicked out wildly in some hopeless effort to somehow injure him or warn him off. It was at best a futile and feeble attempt.

"She's a wild one aint she?" She then heard for the first time one of the two, she could only suppose, men who must have come across her.

"An would ja look at em tits of hers? I don't remember ever seeing purtier tits an hers afore...have you?"

Sharon could tell almost immediately that one of the men at least had the intelligence and speech of someone who'd gone without a great deal of education. Almost immediately the image of stumbling across two wild, dirty-filthy hillbillies' or something alarmed her even more. If this was in fact her fate, she had no idea what they might do, or how they might end up doing it. The thought of dying fueled her fears as well. She imagined herself being violently raped, sodomised, and then having her throat slashed and left to bleed to death here where she now lay.

"We gonna fugg her? I've never fugged anyone that looks as good as she does. Damn. You gonna fugg her first? Huh?

For Sharon, there was no mistaking the intent or the desire that was being excitedly expressed by the illiterate moron who she could actually hear swaying side to side, lifting one foot and then the other in anticipation and hope of burying his hard filthy prick inside her. The thought repulsed her, and without thought as to the consequences, she screamed.

Sharon screamed as loudly and as long as she was possibly able to do. She expended every ounce of her strength, expecting at any moment to feel someone slap her, or worse knock her unconscious, though at this point that might not have been such a bad thing. Finally, almost hoarse from her screaming, her throat actually raw from the effort, she fell silent.

"You through doing that?"

The man's voice was gravely, rough, completely different sounding than the other's. And unlike the other man's voice, more like a boy's voice really, this one was far more educated in his tone and accent.

"Please, please...let me go." Sharon pleaded with him, with them. Still unsure of the relationship between the two men, or what it might mean as far as she was concerned.

For a few unbearable minutes neither man said anything.

"We gonna fug her now?"

"Shut up. Let me think."

Sharon waited, daring to at least sit up straining against the binds that had bound her hands behind her back and finding them not loosening in the least.
"Please let me go." Sharon attempted once again saying. "I promise...I won't tell anyone about this, if you let me go now, I'll leave immediately, and I won't ever return!"

"I can't do that." Gravely voice said almost sadly.

"Why...why not?" Sharon asked, her voice cracking and wavering in obvious fear.

"Because I don't trust you. Can't trust that you won't bring somebody else back up here looking for us."

"Why would I do that? You haven't done anything to me really. Not yet anyway. And if you let me go now, before anything happens, then I don't have any reason to bring anyone back up here!" Sharon thought her argument sound, hoped against hope that whoever these men were that they might be reasonable enough to at least consider it. But her hopes were suddenly dashed.

"Because I haven't made up my mind about NOT doing something to you...it's been a long time...for both of us. Willy..." Gravely voice began speaking, "Help me lift her up and tie her up to this tree."

Hearing one of them named wasn't much help. In fact, if anything it made it actually worse for her. Now...if she ever did in fact have, or get a chance to get away, she could at the very least name one of them. And with a name like "Willy", the odds of someone at least recognizing the name, or knowing who they were, was heightened, but the odds for her own welfare and safety, had now of course been lessened.

"Wadda we gonna do wid 'er?" Willy questioned once again. As they lifted her up from her sitting position, and led her a few feet towards a tree where she then felt her belt being pulled from around her waist.

"Take off your belt too." Gravely voice ordered. And Sharon heard Willy quickly unbuckle his belt and hand it to him. Seconds later, she was once again securely held to the tree with both belts fastened together, linked through her wrists and wrapped around the tree.

"I'm going back for the horses. You stay here and keep an eye on her until I get back."

"You're not leaving me alone with...with him are you?" Sharon said, panic filling her mind, her voice near screaming as she pleaded once again for them to let her go instead.

"Don't you lay a finger on her Willy, unless she tries to escape or get away...you hear me? Not a finger!" Gravelly's voice was threatening, firm...and frightening. Though it had been a warning to Willy not to touch Sharon, it had also been a warning to her as well that cautioned her about trying to escape or get away. Because then...Willy was basically free to do whatever he wanted to do. She listened as the faint sounds of the other man slowly faded away and then disappeared altogether. She could hear Willy pacing around back and forth in front of her, stopping occasionally to look at her and comment on her bare breasts.

"Those is really some great tits you got. I bet youse really likes em sucked on too don't you?" Willy asked her.

Sharon remained silent, not wanting to inadvertently antagonize him, or give him any ideas about actually doing anything.

"I bet your pussy's as purtty as youse tits are." Willy went on again. "Anyone with tits like dose has gots ta have a purty pussy too!"

Sharon was getting more and more nervous and worried by the moment. Left alone with Willy for not even ten minutes yet and already he seemed to be getting more and more worked up over her. As is to confirm her concerns, she heard him approach her then as well. He stood directly in front of her, so close she could hear as well as smell his foul breath as stood there silently, obviously looking at her.

The sound of steel reached her ears then and she knew by the sound of it that it was a knife as it left it's sheath.

"Willy...he...he said that you couldn't lay a finger on me!" She threw that out at him hoping to remind him that he wasn't to touch her. And she made no movement to even hint or suggest that she was making any attempt to escape or run away.

But to her horror, all she heard was Willy's almost insane laughter.

"Yea...Pa tole' me that...but he dint say nothin about touchin ya with anything else!"

Sharon felt the sharp pointed steel tip of the knife just graze the skin of her breast. She felt Willy draw it across her flesh, though had he of cut her, she was sure she'd have felt that as well. She involuntarily sucked in her breath, fear coursing through her in waves of panic and horror as she thought momentarily that he might at any moment chose to use it on her and take her life with it.

Willy did take the knife tip then and pry away the button of her Levi shorts, which had held them together. As sharp as it was, it cut through the material like butter and Willy near expertly cut away her shorts so that they slipped and fell away from her. She had worn white cotton panties beneath, but these too were soon sliced away as the edge of the knife was slipped between the fabric of her panties and skin. He lifted the material, moved the knife he held in his hand only slightly, and she suddenly felt the material easily give way in his hand as he pulled it from her, baring her entirely to him then.

"See?" Willy laughed happily. "I never tuched ya, not even once with my fingers. Not once!"

Mortified, Sharon now stood bound against the tree with nothing but her socks and boots on. Willy was obviously looking at her, violating her with his eyes if nothing else.

"Wow..." He moaned then almost breathlessly. "I knew you'd have a purty cunt...I knew it!"

Sharon sensed him actually get down on his knees close to her. Though she couldn't see him, his hot breath was obviously only inches away from her femininity, as he breathed her in, looked at her, and examined her most private intimate feature.

She thought briefly of kicking out, trying to hit him sufficiently to knock him unconscious perhaps. Then she could maybe find a way to undo her self and get away, get away for help. But she thought too of the warning...realizing if she failed, then Willy would be free to do to her whatever he wanted to do. Sharon's indecision was decided for her however as she heard Willy stand up once again, the opportunity, if there had even been one now lost.

"I know!" Willy said laughing, half-cackling to him self once again. "Where'd I put my hat?" He said then asking himself.

"Hat?" Sharon wondered. "What does he want his hat for?"

"Ah...there it is!" He announced gleefully. And Sharon once again took alarm in the obvious excitement and joy that could be heard in the tone and sound of his voice.

"What's yur name anyway?" Willy suddenly asked Sharon then.

"Sharon." She slowly offered him, remembering having read somewhere that if you made things a little more personal on some level with some people, then they found it harder to hurt or injure someone once they had gotten to know them, or knew who they were.

"Sharon..." Willy said, mulling her name over for a moment. "Purty name too...purty name for purty tits...for a purty pussy."

Knowing her name now obviously wasn't going to help. If anything, it had only made it worse. Now Willy felt even more attached, more interested in her than he had been before.

At that moment she felt something reach out and brush across her left nipple. It wasn't Willy, she knew that. Though he was standing close to her, he wasn't that close. And then whatever it was, it brushed her again, but this time against and over her right nipple. A feather! Willy was using a feather on her! That's what he must have been looking for when he wanted his hat.

"Willy...please. Please, don't do that. You promised!"

"Never promised not to touch you with this." He said, dragging the feather once again across her bare breasts and then down her stomach towards her now lewdly displayed cunt.

Sharon struggled briefly against the onslaught of the feather. Though not aroused, her body, particularly her nipples did respond involuntarily to the stimulation.

"You trying to get away?" Willy questioned her.

Sharon froze, unmoving. "No...No I'm not Willy, it's just that the feather tickles, that's all."

Willy laughed. "Tickles huh? Feels good then." And once again he placed it against her flesh, circled her nipples with it, drawing on them like he had paint brush, swiping the feather against her in broad flat strokes so that she felt it caress her breasts, encircle them and tease them. Shivers took her, though not pleasurably so, still...the stimulation although involuntary was both teasing as well as non threatening. "That's something anyway." Sharon considered. If allowing Wally to amuse himself like this, perhaps he would do so long enough to allow his "Pa" as she remembered Wally saying, to return.

And Wally did amuse himself in this way for quite a while. But he began to want and seek more from it as well. And Sharon was trying to buy herself some time. She felt him stab at her pussy with the tip of it, felt the soft feathers rub up her slit. She clenched her legs tightly together trying to discourage Wally from continuing.

"Ah uh.! Open...open yer legs!" Wally demanded.

Sharon stood motionless, but she didn't open her legs up to him either. That was until she felt the cold press of steel resting flatly against her labia.

"Choose!" Wally said menacingly then. " The feather? Or the..."

Sharon opened her legs, moving her feet slightly apart and revealing herself even more fully to him.

"Wider than that." He coaxed

And as she did so, she once again felt the soft tickling feather floating up and down her slit. To her utter dismay, she felt her lubrications building as well as the tickling tip of it danced and caressed her clitoris. It had taken time...too much time perhaps. But eventually the stimulation overcame her body, her anger and determination to withstand his repeated onslaught.

"Willy?

"Yea." He responded, obviously lost in thought, still amusing himself as the feather once again returned to her hardened nipples.

"I gotta pee." She announced, hoping that perhaps this would dissuade him from continuing this weird form of mental torture.

"So pee." He responded matter- of -factly.

"I can't. Not like this. Not with you watching me."

Willy didn't respond to her and went back to using the feather on her even more determinedly perhaps. Once again he brushed it against her pussy lips, used it to probe her cunt with. Once again found the nub of her clitoris, and then flicked the feather back and forth against it nearly as fast as it was humanly possible for him to do.

Again...Sharon found her own body beginning to betray her emotionally. The feather's intimate caress of her was beginning to pleasure her as well, her clitoris was responding, and as such, her nipples were now sending out their own signals of erotic stimulation no matter how hard she fought against acceptance of it that way.

"Wally please. I really do have to pee!" And she found that she did too, sometimes a lot of stimulation caused that, especially if it had been a while, as it was becoming now.

"Like ah said...so pee."

"Ok...ok Willy, but please...no more feather or you'll stop me from being able to go."

Right now, any excuse, any reason to make Willy stop teasing her with the feather was worth any other kind of humiliation he could come up with. As much as she hated it...as much as it did humiliate and embarrass her, if she allowed him to continue using the feather on her without stopping him somehow, even for a while at least, she'd end up having an orgasm. And right now, that was the last thing she wanted or needed. Especially that.

She was grateful that he no longer was touching her with it. But it had become suddenly just as difficult standing there thinking about peeing as actually doing it.

"Well?" Willy asked her. "Ya gonna pee or no?"

Sharon grimaced, actually closing her eyes beneath the blindfold and concentrated with all her might to allow herself to go. She felt a faint release, a dribble really.

"That's it? That's all?" Willy asked her, obviously looking at her trying to pee.

Another hard strenuous attempt, and whatever the mental block was, or had been finally gave way. With a sudden almost pleasurable sensation, she felt the pressure finally give way, felt the hot stream of urine burst out and splash against the ground between her legs. Without thinking, she moved her feet apart even further, unable to see, and not wanting to get anymore than what was necessary on herself or on her shoes and socks.

She had just finished relieving herself when she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down then.

"No Willy no!" Sharon frantically begged, and then she did struggle against her bindings, hoping against hope that somehow one or both of them would suddenly break free.

"Not tuchin ya!" Willy said.

And Sharon did quit struggling then, for indeed he had not. But as she stood there quietly, the obvious sound of Willy standing near her fisting himself became obvious. His cock was lubricating, and he began making frothy-slick sounds as his hand continued pumping his cock up and down. Willy was breathing hard as well now too, the sounds of his need matching the tempo and intensity as his hand busily flew up and down his cock as he stroked it. Faster and faster he pumped himself, and Sharon knew by the sounds she was hearing that Willy was getting close. Very close.

There was a split second of total and complete silence then. And Sharon couldn't hear a thing for a moment. Then a sensation of a warm thick slippery substance hitting her breast, her stomach and arm made her aware that he had climaxed. Only then did Willy allow the breath he'd obviously been holding as he found his orgasm to release itself in a low deep-throated groan of pleasure.

"Willy! You didn't!" Sharon couldn't see anything of course, but the sounds of a very startled and surprised "Willy" suddenly whipping around at the sound of the other man's voice had obviously startled him.

"I didn't...I didn't touch her... Did I Sharon? Did I?" Willy now urgently asked Sharon in hopes that she would confirm his story and assure his "Pa" that he hadn't done anything to her. But all Sharon could do was lean against the tree, relief flooding her mind and spirit, weeping, softly crying and surprised that she was actually glad that Willy's Pa had finally returned.

"Sharon? That's great. Just great!" Now we know your fucking name! Gravely man was angry. And that confused Sharon, and once again frightened her. Obviously this wasn't one of those situations when knowing some one a little more personally was a good thing.

"Did he touch you? Do anything to you?" Gravely man asked her. And the sound of his voice once angry was now mellowed, almost sad as he asked her if anything had been done, or had happened to her.

"No...just the feather. Only touched me with the feather." She said trying to once again regain control of her self.

There was a sense of relief in the man's voice as he turned back to once again address his son. "Bring the horse's over here Willy while I untie...Sharon."

"I'm sorry about your clothing." He told her. "Nothing I can do about it, they're ruined. But you can at least put on my shirt if you want to." He added.

"You'll need to untie me, free my hands at least for a moment so I can put it on." She replied.

"O.k. But no sudden movements, or you'll ride as you are until we get to where it is we're going." He warned her then.
Sharon felt him fumble with belts and then finally the bandanna which had secured her wrists. She rubbed them slowly for a moment, working the circulation back into them, shaking them out for a moment, and then felt him offer her the shirt off his back.

"Here...put this on."

She accepted the shirt, put it on though it merely covered her breasts. She was still butt- naked as she considered it, and actually almost laughed as that image played itself out in her mind. Obviously her own sense of relief was playing games on her emotionally as she almost had laughed at her own insane predicament.

Willy came over leading the horses. "Can she ride with me Pa?" He asked.

"No!" He said firmly. You're horse isn't strong enough to handle both of you. She'll ride in front of me." He announced.
I heard Willy climb up onto his own horse then.

"Here...put your foot up in the stirrup, I'll help you up." Doing so, there was no help for it as she felt his large strong hand rest against her bare ass. But he merely pushed her up then, and she easily came down on the saddle, though the feel of leather pressing against her exposed and bare pussy wasn't exactly comfortable. He handed her a piece of cloth, and though her hands were once again bound, in front of her, she was able to take it and place it down between her legs, cushioning her self against the leather of the hard saddle.

"Is that better?"

"Yes. Thank you." Sharon said honestly.

Blindfolded as she was, Sharon lost all sense of time and direction as they rode up and down hills, and switched back and forth constantly following what she could only assume were often used deer trails. She could have been riding for an hour or two hours, she had no way of knowing or being able to tell. But there was a much more nagging problem facing her. Though grateful for the small wadded up piece of cloth she'd been given, the direct contact and pressure of her cunt against the saddle was once again giving her undesired and unwanted stimulating sensations.

Sharon was getting more and more uncomfortable as they road along. It was similar to the sensation she'd once experienced as a teenager when she and her boyfriend had dry- humped themselves to orgasm together. But then, unlike now, she had worked just as hard as her boyfriend to achieve it. Here, it was something that would happen sooner or later whether she wanted it to or not.

"Please...how much farther? I really need to stop and get off this horse for a moment."

"Just a little further now." He told her. "Hang on."

And Sharon wondered if she'd be able to.

Just when she was just about ready to swing herself down off the horse no matter what happened, they finally arrived.

"We're here. Stay there until I get off and then I'll help you."

"I almost did!" Sharon silently thought to herself, still surprised that she could be thinking sexual thoughts of any kind under the circumstances, and once again attributing it to the fact that she was emotionally drained as well as exhausted beyond all reason. Giddiness was obviously setting in, and unless she was careful, she'd actually start liking the two madmen who had now added abduction to their list of crimes.

"Now what? She boldly asked. Exhausted and tired as she was, she was also still angry and stubborn enough to show them she was still full of fight too. If they were going to doing something to her, she wanted to know about it so she could at least make a decision one way or the other how she was going to deal with it. Either fighting in whatever way that she could, or in some last final act of desperation that she could at least feel good about her self in having done it, regardless of what happened.

"I'm sorry...Sharon." He said once again having difficulty actually saying her name. "But I'm going to need to tie you up again for a little while. We ate the last of the Rabbit yesterday, and I need to go out and check the snares to see if we've been lucky enough to have caught anything else."

"I'm not hungry!" She stated.

"I am!" Willy spoke up suddenly joining in. "I'm hungry...hungry, hungry, hungry!"

Once again the sound of Willy's voice, his tone and his boyish actions reminded her of someone that definitely didn't have full control of his faculties.

"How old is he anyway?" She asked her self.

"Willy will stay here with you while I check the traps."

"But..." Sharon began to argue.

"He won't touch you. He won't hurt or do anything to you unless you try to get away. So just remember that!" Once again the tone of his voice had changed from one of compassion, She had thought he'd actually begun to feel something towards her. And then suddenly his tone changed to one of a near threatening anger.

Once again her bindings were checked to make sure she couldn't do anything or go anywhere. Bu this time at least, she wasn't tied to anything. Her legs were now lashed together making it impossible for her to walk, but at least she had enough freedom of movement to sit up or stand up if she needed to. Sharon wasn't happy about being left alone with Willy once again either. She was still very much afraid of him even though she had been assured that he wouldn't touch or harm her in anyway..."Unless you try and escape!" She remembered being warned.

Though she could hear Willy sitting somewhere nearby, surprisingly he hadn't said a word to her or made any move towards her either.

"Willy? What is you're fathers name anyway?" It was a gamble, she wasn't sure if Willy would be on guard against telling her or not.

"Why ya wanna know?" He said.

Sharon thought quickly. "Well because you and he know my name now, and I know yours, but I haven't been introduced to him."
Willy was silent for a moment obviously attempting to think this through.

"Bill". He said simply then. "Sorta like me, somes call me Billy Jr. After him, but I like Willy best."

Sharon was on a roll here, and decided to gamble one more time.

"Willy? You know I don't have any idea where we are now, and I certainly couldn't find my way back without help."

"Yea?"

"So...I've had this blindfold on nearly all day. I can't go anywhere, or do anything, but it would be nice if you'd take it off for a few minutes at least so my eyes could adjust."

Once again he seemed to be thinking that over a little bit.

"Ok, but only if ya show me yours tits again." He countered.

Now it was Sharon's turn to think. Doing that, would she rile Willy up again and make things even harder on herself. But being able to see, if even for a short time was worth the price.

"Ok." She said somewhat hesitantly, but then added. "But like Bill said...no touching ok?"

"Ok."

She heard him get up then and move towards her, she felt him fumbling with the scarf which was securely tied around her head, over her eyes. And then suddenly it fell away. For a moment, Sharon had to continue to squeeze her eyes shut. Though it was already early evening and the sun was already beginning to go down, it was still light enough and bright enough that she had to squint momentarily until her eyes once again adjusted.

"Thank you." She said then, only now opening her eyes fully and looking up to where Willy sat on a nearby log across from her.

Being able to see him now, she judged him to be in his late twenty's, even early thirty's which surprised her by the way she had heard him speak and act. Obviously there was something wrong with him to, and it wasn't just a mental incapacity that seemed to be affecting him, there was something else horribly wrong with him too. He honestly looked to her like he was dying or something. Had he been healthy, he might have even been attractive looking. But as it was, his face was pale, drawn almost sunken. Perhaps it had something to do with living here like this. And then, Sharon looked around for the first time.

Off to her left and behind her were the remains of a very old log cabin. So old and so run down that she realized it had to of been here for well over a hundred years or so at least. Obviously Bob and perhaps Willy had made some attempt at repairing the roof with tree branches and the like, and though crudely fashioned, it did appear that it would at least hold up under any kind of inclement weather. Several enormous tall trees protected it as well, having overgrown it, and effectively blocking the harsh effects of wind, rain, possibly even snow.

"How long have you been here?" She ventured.

"Year, maybe a little less."

"You've been living here all this time?" She asked incredulously.

She could see Willy was getting uncomfortable now with all her questions though. And he once again stood up holding the bandanna in his hands.

"I think I should put this back on ya. Pa might get mad I took it off ya."

Sharon thought fast. Really fast.

"Aren't you forgetting about my tits?" She said, stopping him in his tracks.

Sick as he was, he still grinned suddenly remembering.

"Yea...show em to me agin."

Bound as she was, she still had enough movement in her hands to allow herself to once again unbutton the shirt that Bill had given her to wear. Having done that, she parted it slightly allowing her breasts to once again be revealed. Willy perked up at that and smiled.

"Ya sure does have purty tittys...Sharon." He said calling her by name.

She began to cover herself back up then but he stopped her, scaring her in the process.

"NO!" He yelled. "Don't... till I says so."

He just sat there for a few minutes looking at her. And Sharon was beginning to get worried and once again thinking she had started something that she was soon going to regret having done.

Her fears were immediately confirmed as Willy stood up and once again unzipped his fly and fished his enormous erect cock from inside his pants and began stroking it.

"Willy...I don't think..."

"Shut up!" He commanded her. And Sharon fell silent as he sat back down on the log, though still slowly masturbating as he continued looking at her.

"Do you." He suddenly spoke up.

"What?"

"Do yurself while I watch."

"No Willy. I can't. I won't!"

"Then I will." He threatened coming towards her with his cock sticking out in front of him.

"You're Pa...Bill, he could come back any moment, he told you...remember? You can't touch me Willy...he told you not too!" Sharon was desperate as he moved to just a foot in front of her.

"Won't touch you...with my hans..." Willy said leering down at her as he once again held onto his cock and waved it in front of her face.

Sharon's mind raced, but she gave into her fear as well as all sense of modesty or inhibitions.

"Ok Willy...I will, but you have to go and sit back down then ok? OK?" She said louder grabbing his attention finally.

He continued looking at her but she reached down then with her hands dropping them into her lap and made some pretense of starting to touch and play with herself. Willy seemed pleased at this however and moved back to sit down on the log, once again watching her, playing with himself.

Sharon went through the motions for a few minutes, hoping against hope that Willy would soon cum and then perhaps lose all interest in her. Perhaps, if it was necessary she could even fake her own orgasm if it was something that Willy might end up expecting or wanting her to do.

"Open up...I wanna see you do it better." He spoke in a ragged husky breath. Obviously he was very aroused, and watching her, now wanting to see her even better than he had been once again put her into a very precarious position.

She did manage to spread her legs a little wider however, and though she was trying not to actually touch herself too much, it was evident that he could see what she was...and wasn't doing.

"Tuch it. I wanna see you tuch it!" He demanded.

And Sharon knew he was referring to her clitoris. She had no choice but to touch herself directly there, and did so though with no design of enjoying it in any way shape or form. But if it could pacify Willy...then she would do it and hope that Bill would once again return before anything serious happened.

Even going through the motions for him, the even slight stimulation of actually masturbating in front of him was inadvertently causing her to lubricate and actually become stimulated. Perhaps it was in combination with the horseback ride along with everything else. But her body once again was betraying her as it responded to this bizarre set of circumstances that had been forced upon her.

Across from her, she watched Willy's face contort, grimace, and then as he let out a long slow deep groan, he began to ejaculate, his cum shooting high up into the air, and then landing on the ground before him.

Sharon groaned then too...mimicking his orgasm, hoping that by seemingly having had one herself, that he would lose interest in her as well as having spent now himself.

"Ya cum too?" He looked at her curiously. Not quite sure he was ready to believe that she had.

"Oh yes Willy. I did...yes."

He grinned slightly, still not quite sure. But then zipped his pants up once again putting his now flaccid cock away.

"Ya can put yur shirt back on." He told her then. And Sharon did, though not wanting to hurry in doing it, afraid that such an action would give doubt to her lie of having climaxed.

A short time later they both heard Bill return to their camp. She watched him approaching holding onto a stringer of fish. Bill was carrying her fishing pole as well, and it was obvious he had taken it with them when they had left the place they'd first found her.

He stopped short however as he came within a few feet of her, realizing that Willy had for whatever reason removed her blindfold.

"Willy! He demanded. "What have you done!" Willy glanced at his father with a surprised and confused look on his face.

"I din't do nuthing Pa!" He exclaimed defensively. "As her...she'll tell ya! I din't tuch her!"

"That's not what I meant." Bill said lowering his voice. "I meant about the blindfold."

Though Willy seemed relieved he was still in a fugue as to why that would be of any importance.

"She knows what we look like now Willy. You remember what happened to you're mother? Now because she knows who we are...it could happen to her too!"
Willy looked almost sad now, even a little frightened perhaps. And Sharon was once again in fear of her life, now more than ever before. She had no idea of what they were talking about of course, but she feared that she had now somehow forced Bill's hand, and that her own fate was suddenly sealed.

"It wasn't his fault." She said. Having no intention of telling Bill what else had happened between the two of them either. There was no telling how he might react to hearing that on top of everything else.

"I know..." Bill said slowly. "But it just makes everything worse...much worse."

Throwing the cleaned and gutted fish down by the carefully constructed fire pit that was prepared and ready to light, Bill came over and stood before her looking down at her and obviously considering to himself what it was he should do about her.

"You really don't understand anything. And I'm sorry you've gotten mixed up in all this. I really am." He turned to walk back to the campfire and begin fixing their dinner.

"Bill?"

Once again he spun around to look at her.

"Guess I shouldn't be surprised. It was only a matter of time before that slipped out anyway." He added.

"Why don't you tell me what really is going on here. I think I at least have the right to know that now."

Sharon watched him remove a single match from the matchbox he had taken out of what appeared to be a well stocked first-aid kit. He'd already prepared a small pile of thinly shaved wood, having another stack of only slightly smaller twigs and branches ready to add to that one. Lighting the single match, he carefully held it to the small pile of tinder until it caught, then he nursed it, adding the only slightly larger pieces until he had a small sized fire actually burning.
"It's a long story." Bill said suddenly.

"That's ok...I'm obviously not going anywhere."

He threw her a quick knowing look as though to confirm the truth of that for her.

"My sons dying..." He began. "...Obviously, you can see that."

She wanted to ask him why on earth he would bring him here then if he was dying, why he didn't, or hadn't taken him to a Hospital for help, but she allowed him to continue on explaining it instead.

"He's been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Frankly, I'm surprised he's even lived this long. The Doctor's gave him maybe six month's even less to live."

Sharon did finally speak up then.

"That still doesn't explain why you've come up here. Why not seek out some other kind of help, something..."

His look cut her off though.

"About five month's ago Willy witnessed a murder. Someone high up in the Government, he...actually we...were supposedly given police protection. We were also told that if Willy testified, he'd be given the best medical attention possible. Anything that could be done...would be done for him, especially as time was against us, and the State had a weak case without his testimony. After the trial, and after whatever medical attention could be given him, we'd then be put in the Witness Protection Program...Willy, myself...and my wife."

Sharon could hear the trembling in Bill's speech as he fought to continue telling her the story.

"But they got to her first...killing my wife, and almost killing Willy and I at the same time. We managed to get away, taking what little money we did have with us, and simply disappearing as fast as it was possible for us to do. At first, I wasn't sure where it was we could go without them finding us, and they nearly did find us once again, but we were lucky enough to have seen them first as they burst into the motel room we'd been staying in. Willy and I ran then. Kept running all night long until we stumbled onto this small ranch. Whoever owned the place had gone out for some reason, so no one was there when we robbed the place, took what we could, what we needed. Including two of the horses that we'd found there.

Sharon sat mesmerized as she continued to sit listening to his story. It sounded almost unbelievable, but she also knew he was telling her the truth.
"We rode up into the mountains after that, with the horses it made traveling a lot easier, and also allowed us to get up into areas that most people wouldn't be able to do themselves. Eventually, we stumbled on to this place. Remote, and from everything we'd seen, uninhabited and certainly near inaccessible. Finally, we felt safe. And as time went by, we did fairly well for ourselves. There's enough game here to allow us to eat, especially after what little food we'd stolen and taken with us had run out. And I didn't think that Willy would last even this long anyway. Since there wasn't anything that really could be done for him, I wanted to keep him with me, keep him safe, and take care of him and be with him when the time did come."

"But why me?" Sharon asked him then. "Obviously you must have known I wouldn't have anything to do with any of this. Why on earth did you do what you did to me?"

"I'm sorry about that." Bill said glancing over to where Willy was now laying down asleep on an old blanket.

"We'd gone out to check the traps. Though I was close by, Willy spotted you and began moving off in your direction. I couldn't yell at him, I didn't want you knowing we were even there. I was sure he wasn't going to hurt you or do anything to you, just curious to actually see someone, especially a woman...a nearly nude woman at that, laying there on the grass. Bu then...I saw him racing towards you and I realized then that he'd somehow gotten it in his mind that you were possibly there to hurt us, or were perhaps one of those who were still out there looking for us. Willy reached you just a split second before I did, and I had no choice then but to try and keep you out of this as much as possible until I could figure out what to do with you."

Sharon considered the story he'd told her for a moment, and decided that he really had been telling her the truth of it after all.

"Why didn't you simply tell me all this in the beginning? I wouldn't have told anyone who you were, or even where you were."

"Because I couldn't trust you. I was pretty sure you weren't looking for us, but one of the people who showed up at the motel...was a woman. And she did look a lot like you. And because of that, I think Willy thought you were her initially."

Bill had finally placed several strips of fish over a wire meshed screen he'd laid over the fire and began turning them.

"The tumor is having some kind of affect on Willy's memory, his actions. As you can see, he's mentally deficient. He might be twenty-eight, but he's acting like he has the mind of a thirteen year old. And he's been progressively getting worse each and every day. Especially lately. And I've noticed that whatever is happening, is happening quickly now. He's been sleeping longer and longer, his mood swings back and forth, and he seems to drift in and out of reality and fantasy. I'm beginning to think he doesn't have too much more time."

Sharon was looking over in his direction then too. Watching him sleeping all curled up in a fetal position.

"After he dies, I'm going to go back, turn myself in and make myself available to testify to the few thing I do know myself. I'm not sure how much good it will do, but maybe describing the people that killed my wife, and tried to kill us at the motel will give the Police something to go on anyway. I don't care if anything actually happens to me now, but I wanted to give Willy whatever time he had remaining free from fear, and certainly free from death by someone else's hands."
Turning the fish over one more time, Bill stood up and walked around the fire, came over and then sat him self down beside her. To her surprise he reached over then and undid her bindings.

"I had every intention of letting you go. I hope you now know that. I wanted to keep you from knowing who we were, from being able to describe us, or know where we were exactly until I could have a chance to decide what to do. They really are out there, still looking for us. Only a week ago we spotted a party of men...and one woman up here in four-wheel drives scouring the area. They had guns...and it isn't hunting season. Now I guess, it really doesn't matter any more. It's too late to try and take you back. In the morning, we'll take the horses and get you back to your campsite. But you need to promise me you'll leave. Promise me you won't say a word to anyone that you ever saw us, or that you know anything about us."

Sharon shook out the tension in her arms and legs, standing up then and stretching as she pondered over everything that Bill had been telling her.

"I can help you." She said. "If you'll let me. Maybe there is someone we can talk to, someone we can convince that will protect you, and more importantly...help Willy."

"It's too late for that now." Bill said, shaking his head no. "Nothing anyone could have done for him anyway. Like I said, inoperable. The tumor has spread too far, grown to big, especially now. No...he's dying, and it in all likelihood will happen any time now. After that...after I've buried him and taken care of him, then I'll go back...then I'll see if I can do anything to put these bastards away that killed my wife, ruined our lives..."

They ate dinner after that. But it was obvious that Willy had grown worse. He refused to eat, preferring to sleep, unwilling or perhaps not wanting to respond to anything even when Sharon tried coaxing him to sit up and take some nourishment from her.

As the night grew dark, they kept the campfire small. Tucked away inside the small little cove of tree's protected as they were by the surrounding hills, Sharon found herself sitting next to Bill huddled up together in one of the few remaining blankets they had left after ensuring that Willy was comfortably covered himself.

Above them the night sky twinkled with a billion tiny white pin-pricks of light. Huddled together, Sharon finally felt herself growing drowsy. Exhaustion finally catching up to her along with the realization that she wasn't in any danger, never really had been. And even more strangely, that she felt some sort of affection to this man, a man who looked a lot like Willy though only a slightly older more mature version of him. She felt safe now, comfortably wrapped in his strong supportive arms, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the beat of his heart and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Sharon awoke a short time later. It was still late, still dark. But Bill had somehow managed to get up without disturbing her. She looked towards the shack, if one could call it that and saw a small candle light burning inside. She realized then that Bill must have carried his son inside and made him a little more comfortable if that was possible. She walked over towards the door and saw him sitting by the bed of soft fur branches that had obviously been made some time ago. Bill sat stroking his son's head, running his fingers through his hair, watching him sleep. Feeling her presence perhaps, he glanced up and saw Sharon standing in the doorway looking at them.

"How's he doing?" She whispered.

"I don't know." Bill said shaking his head worriedly. "Just asleep I guess...but he seems different somehow."

Sharon saw the tears filling Bill's eyes then and walked into the room towards him. He watched her approach, but also saw her shiver involuntarily as she did.
"You're cold." He noticed. Besides the thin blanket, all she had on was the denim shirt that Bill had given to her to wear earlier.

"Come on...I think it's late enough...and safe enough to build up the fire a little bit."

Bill led her back outside then, and quickly got a much hotter stronger fire going.

"Oh...that does feel good." Sharon admitted sitting down on the ground. Bill had placed one of the horses saddle blankets on the ground next to the fire so that they would have something to sit on at least.

"Better?" He questioned her.

"Much!" She responded. But she saw that Bill still had a far away look in his eyes as he sat there beside her.

She reached over without thinking and touched his cheek. Turning his head towards her, she leaned over and kissed him.

Startled, Bill started to move away from her, but in the next instant, pulled her towards him wrapping her once again within his arms and hungrily, urgently kissed her back.

Sharon began to lean back, pulling him with her as she did. It was crazy, even insane perhaps, but he needed comforting, and she needed to comfort him. Bill fumbled briefly with the buttons of her shirt, but then as the wild frenzied need and desire for her overtook him, he simply tore at it, popping off all her button's with the effort and finally revealing her breasts.

Sharon placed her hand behind his head and guided him to her, she felt his lips brush and then tenderly kiss her rapidly hardening nipples. He began to devour her with an urgency that was fueled by month's of abstention and loneliness, the likes of which she could not even begin to imagine.

With her hand she reached down between them, felt his hardness beneath his pants as it quickly stiffened even more so at the touch of her hand. She caressed him through the material as he continued nipping and sucking her nipples alternating back and forth between them. Sharon fought at his zipper then, but Bill sat up, and then stood up removing his pants for her entirely. Now, nude as she was, his stiff erect cock so wonderfully, so erotically displayed before her, she reached up, clasped him, and drew him towards her where she gingerly licked at the tip, licked away the little droplet of juice that she had squeezed out, and then produced another as she continued to squeeze him and lick at the fleshy spongy head of his cock.

Sharon continued to suck and lick him until Bill grew too weak-kneed to allow her to continue. She pulled him onto the ground then, and rolling him over onto his back, she slid herself up atop him, and slowly eased himself into her where she enveloped him, and surrounded him with her velvety softness.

They sat rocking together with one another for what seemed like an eternity. Sharon felt Bill's hard smooth cock sliding in and out of her with a slippery teasing thrill of passionate desire and need. She found herself warming to him rapidly. Realizing that all the unexpected, undesired teasing, had actually been building her up towards this moment. As Bill toyed with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and gently pulling on them, she began thrusting herself against him more forcefully, feeling his cock filling her pussy and filling her with unbridled desire and passion for this man. She moved herself so that her clitoris was stroked, touched and caressed expertly. Sharon felt the first trembling twinge of her orgasm begin then, and this time welcomed it as it suddenly took her by surprise and washed over her in a near overpowering surge of ecstasy and pure raw emotion.

Even as her first orgasm slowly diminished, she felt Bill's begin. She could feel his thick hard cock suddenly throbbing inside her, felt it as his first powerful jettisons of cum began to fill her and bathe the inside of her cunt in a glorious display of hard felt wondrous joy. Bill's still ongoing orgasm then triggered within her a second, and she joined him then on the sea of orgasmic ecstasy that they floated on together.

The sun was just starting to come up when they awoke, still laying comfortably and secure within one an other's arms. A second later however, Bill bolted up off of the ground and dashed towards and then inside the crumbling shack. Sharon sat up staring in his direction, and just as she was about to get up herself and go in after him, saw him remerge, carrying the body of his son through the door.

"He's...?" She couldn't quite finish saying.

Tears streamed down Bill's face as he carried Willy past her and down along a nearby deer path. Sharon quickly followed him and moments later saw Bill as he lay his son down on the ground next to a previously deep and well dug out grave.

"Willy even helped me dig it out." Bill said sobbing. "Actually picked out the very spot where he wanted to be buried."

"It's beautiful." Sharon offered, still unsure of what she could say or even do as she watched Bill carefully place his son down into the pre-dug grave.

"As soon as I'm done here...we'll leave." He announced. "I'll get you back to you're own campsite, its really not that far away from here. After that, I'll head into town and give myself up to the authorities."

"I'm going with you." Sharon told him, not about to take no for an answer. "I'll be with you, no matter what." She told him adding. "And no matter what else happens, after everything we've been through together now, I'll be with you afterwards as well."

Bill looked at her with hope filled eyes, but concern, worry and doubt easily seen there as well.

"Bill...my father is the Governor. I really will be able to help you. Trust me."

And for the first time, Bill felt like there really was hope, and that perhaps with Sharon, a future ahead of them both.

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