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you to get away. But if the hunters were all as experienced as they were supposed to be, wouldn’t they know how to take down a struggling woman? It might be…interesting to find out.
    She found herself growing aroused as she let her mind wander. Almost without her realizing it she reached down, unbuckled her belt and unsnapped and unzipped her jeans.
    They would probably strip her naked. They might be very rough about it, one of them holding her tightly while the other tore at her clothes. If there were two of them, would they still tie her up anyway? They might. No, they almost certainly would. She’d seen a lot of ways to bind women in those videos. She could almost feel the ropes biting into her wrists, rendering her helpless as rough male hands ran all over her body.
    She realized that the rough male hands she was imagining were actually her own, and stopped for a moment, surprised at how strongly she was reacting to this new, unfamiliar and exciting fantasy. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let her hand slide under her jeans, under her panties. She imagined herself being manhandled, spanked, forced to yield, to submit. It would be rough, and brutal, and right now she almost wished that one of the hunters was with her right now. She had such a head of steam up that she knew she wouldn’t really put up much of a fight if he stripped her and tied her up so that he could use her body. There was one particular scene she remembered from the videos. The woman had been lying on her stomach, held down by her neck by one of the men while the other first tied her wrists, then bent each of her legs double and tied them separately calf-to-thigh. She’d wondered how that was supposed to work until the men flipped their prey over onto her back. The woman laid there, her bound hands under her, and her knees raised and parted, in a perfect position for the hard and vigorous fucking that followed. Alexa’s fingers worked at her pussy, faster and faster, as she kept replaying that scene over and over in her mind until she came.

Chapter Three
    It was the flickering light that woke her. Alexa stirred and groped for the pillow that wasn’t there, groped for the nice, soft comforter that wasn’t there either, and finally sat up, yawning. She looked around, disoriented, wondering where she was for a moment, and then remembered.
    She had no way of telling what time it was, but the sun seemed to be pretty low in the sky. There was just enough of a gap in the foliage for it to shine through in places, and just enough of a breeze moving the branches to cause the flickering light that had awakened her. She stood up, stretched and looked around. She didn’t see anyone, and she didn’t hear anyone. She did hear some birds singing, and the faint sound of the wind in the trees sounded soothing. What would be more soothing was hot coffee. At home she had a coffeemaker with a timer set so that when she woke up the pot was almost ready and she could smell it in her bedroom. She couldn’t smell much of anything now, except for the pine trees. She had water, and some freeze-dried coffee, but she didn’t feel like going to all the trouble of heating up the water and stirring those brown granules into it. And once again, she missed her bathroom. A nice hot shower would do wonders for her right now, but there was none to be had, and the tiny creek was too small for a bath, even if the water hadn’t been too cold for her comfort.
    She changed into fresh underwear, feeling singularly vulnerable about doing it outside. She took a look at her jeans and sweatshirt and decided she could wear them again today. Laundry was another thing she hadn’t thought about beforehand. She supposed she could wash out some things in the creek, but wasn’t sure just how effective that would be. It would probably have to do, though, since there weren’t any laundromats out here.
    The last thing she did before setting out to explore was tidy up her little