Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

"Yes, I do like you," she said, and blushed uncontrollably. "But there are lots of ways a person can express their affection. Do you understand that, Buck?"

"I don't understand nothin'," he said, slapping the top of his head in frustration. "I understand I like your pretty hips and I wanta suck them titties. That's all I wanta know."

Jane felt relieved for a moment. At least she had gotten him talking, and had made him comprehend that she did not want to be treated just as an object of lust and nothing more. He looked puzzled and moved back to the bottle and lifted it off the ground. He took one long swig and then another, and Jane began inching away from him again. Now that she had bought some time she meant to use it prudently. It was confusing and almost painful to have to deal with him like this, but the others would be returning shortly and if she were to make her break the moment had to be now.

"I always wanted somethin' like you," he said thoughtfully, setting the bottle down and lighting a cigarette. "I get girls, but they ain't nothin. Just tramps ya pick up in Calder on Saturday night. Me, I want somethin' special, somethin that makes me feel like a man."

Against her resolve, she warmed to him. There was something brutally honest about Buck that she liked. There was no surface gloss, no shallow sophistication – only a direct assertion of his needs that had been perverted by a society that had passed him by and left him in another more primitive world, a forgotten century where men fought like animals to attain what they got, and battled more viciously to defend their meager holdings.

"Yeah, they ain't no cause for me to carry on like this," he smiled, his face turning red with embarrassment. "Ya know what I been talkin' about and now I want ya to put out for me."

Then he was lurching across the grass towards her. She spun around and directed her eyes into the woods and began to run. The distance between the clearing and bushes was greater than she had first imagined, and she felt her heart beat violently in her chest as she dug her feet into the soil. She could hear him panting behind her, and she turned her head to see his burly form reared up a few yards away, his hands outstretched and clutching wildly.

"Just wait til I get you, you bitch," he screamed. "Man, am I gonna fuck those big hot tits right off 'a you!"

She rushed on, the wind driving against her tear-streaked face, and still he was behind her, staggering and falling like a clumsy bear lumbering with drunken persistence. Now she had reached the bushes. Low hanging branches thwacked her face and tangled her hair, ripping the material of her dress. She tripped, losing her balance for a moment, then pressed on into denser foliage. A maze of razor-sharp leaves struck her face, and she pushed the branches aside, running into thicker branches that slowed her down. Behind she could hear Buck crashing through the brush, his voice crying out. Through the thicket she saw him heading off to the right into a clump of saplings well off her path. She rested, panting with deep painful gasps and attempting to regain her breath. He had lost her momentarily, and she paused, hoping he'd exhaust his strength before he caught her trail again.

She pushed the thick screen of brush aside and headed toward the rock precipice not more than a hundred feet in front of her. Then she made her misstep, falling across a stump and raising a racket as she lifted up and struck her head on dead overhanging pine branches that came down with a seething rush on top of her.

"You Goddam little bitch," she heard coming closer, and she beat the thicket of brush off of her and broke into the open again. Buck was behind where she had fallen, and she had some distance to go before she reached the cliffs.

"I'm gonna put my cock in your pussy deeper than your husband ever did, honey," he roared. "And man, it's gonna feel real good up in that hot little belly of yours!"

His obscene shouts drove her forth with more energy than she knew she had. She had misjudged his position, thinking he was directly behind, and she saw him bursting through a triangle of green to the side and she changed direction. Her movement had slowed her down as she turned and measured his distance from her, and she tripped and fell, the full milky whiteness of her breasts nakedly spilling out of her blouse when she struggled to raise herself again.

"Gol-lee, them titties sure look good," Buck hissed, coming at her through the open space of grass.

He was only a few feet away from her now. She put forth a violent burst of energy, spinning around when his opening and closing hand sprung out in an attempt to grab her leg. At such close distance she could see the veins puffed out on his face and the twisting clench of his mouth straining with total effort. His face was bestial looking, inflated into a maddening leer by the alcohol he had consumed and his mounting lust, and she shuddered as he fell down onto the soft pile of leaves beside her, grabbing her arm.

She slid slowly backwards on her buttocks across the open patch of ground, and his hand tightened on her arm. There was no place else to go, she could move no further. They were sitting in a small clearing in the middle of the forest, surrounded by trees. There was no shade here, and Jane noticed that her bare trembling thighs were smudged with dirt, and small beads of sweat covered his forehead. Her own hair was damp with perspiration and she lifted a loosely falling lock from an eye with a free arm, feeling the tension in her muscles relax. There was no use struggling against his superior strength anymore; the battle was over and she had lost… lost everything!

For an endless moment they stared at each other through the sun and dirt. The crazily maddening look of lust on his face had been replaced by an expression of confusion, as though he also were shocked at the lengths he had gone to in bringing her to this position of subjugation before him. He almost looked frightened, as though their struggle and the predatory emotion she had brought out in him, were primitive, even by his standards. But then, like a man who had decided what he should do, he resumed his threatening expression and fumbled for something in his pocket.

Jane's eyes bulged in disbelief when he pulled a knife from his pants. It didn't seem possible that this was happening to her. Once again, she had the feeling of standing outside herself, looking at the two of them objectively, and she waited like a spectator at a play for the curtain to drop, ending the drama. But it didn't. The knife was sunk in a long leather sheath, and, keeping his fingers dug in her arm, he fumbled to loosen it with his free hand. He snapped the clasp with his thumb and the leather covering sheath nudged slowly downward until it fell abruptly to the ground, raising a feeble swirl of dust. For another long moment, they both studied the long silver blade extending fiercely from his hand and glinting threateningly into the sun.

Still watching her closely with a menacing expression on his face, he released her arm and slowly stood up. "Get up on your feet," he commanded down at her.

Jane rose on wildly shaking knees to her feet, and once again he stepped closer and grabbed her by the arm but with such a light touch that it almost seemed for a second that he was helping her. He stepped behind her, wrenching the arm with him, and pointed to the brush ahead. He was close enough that Jane could feel his hot breath on her neck and see in her mind's eye the glinting of the knife at her back, and she stepped forward without hesitation.

Together they stumbled a path to the trees like hopelessly uncoordinated Siamese twins. Jane moved as best she could; her heart had stopped pounding and she no longer felt any particular fear. She didn't believe he was actually going to use the knife to kill her, it was merely a symbol of how much he wanted her and how determined he was to take her. Instead, her mind slipped into a dazed condition of shock; as though in a dream, she accepted what she had to do and the only thing she looked forward to was getting it over with. She heaved with relief as they stepped into the shade. He nudged her forward until they stood next to a tree, then spun her around until she faced him.