A snowy encounter

I watched closely as she started to come round. I had just brought her into the cottage and the temperature indoors would have at least been more suitable for recovery. Who knew what possessed her to go hiking in the woods at that time of year when we were cut off from civilization like that. I guess some folk just see that as the ultimate tranquility. Anyway, I hadn't meant it, but I had knocked her down with my snow-sled.

I couldn't dodge her she just stepped out from behind a tree and I smacked right into her sending her up into the air in a graceful somersault hen landing awkwardly on her head.

Naturally, I have been doing survival training for some time now and leapt to action. There is a fold-out emergency stretcher under the sled and I quickly but carefully slotted her into it, then tied her down and dragged her through the snow back to my cabin.

I had only just got her inside, and began removing her clothing carefully with my hunting knife to check for injuries, and checked once more that her pulse and breathing were steady, when she started to come round.

She was still strapped to the stretcher, though laid out on the bed, across the arms, chest, torso, thighs and calves, with the rags of her clothing around her, essentially naked but for her white cotton bra and panties. In addition her head was held rigidly to attention between two blocks of blue foam in case of neck injuries

'Whu, where am I?' she started and began trying to get up, though unsuccessfully.

I stood watching her closely. She seemed to have no neck injuries, judging by her struggles. She must just have been knocked out by a slight blow to the head. I would have let her up once she had settled down except a strange thing happened. She stopped, looked at me a couple of times, her eyes widened, she looked terrified for a moment as she scanned the room with her eyes only, head held still, then she relaxed a little and her head sunk back onto the stretcher and she looked at me passively.

I said nothing, but unshouldered my rifle and put it in the cupboard, waiting for her to say something first really. I guess I must have looked intimidating in my black outdoor clothing and ski mask. I had forgotten I was still wearing that. Her eyes focused for a few moments on the hunting knife and then she spoke.

‘Please’, she begged I must say in a remarkably calm voice, ‘please don’t hurt me’. I’m not the most talkative of folks myself so I let her carry on without interrupting. ‘Please, you can do anything you want to me, I don’t mind, just please don’t hurt me,’ she begged.

I looked at her for a moment, and thought, well she if she says so, and reached inside her unzipped salopettes and squeezed her left breast roughly.

Simone had always been headstrong and had decided to go for some off piste ski-ing away from her main group. She had more confidence than ability and was trying to test herself. However, she had gotten lost and a couple of hours later with no idea where she was going, her ski hit a rock and snapped. She quickly discarded them and began walking downhill as quickly as possible. As it turned to dusk, she was heading through group of trees when she heard a noise. Before she could turn to see what it was, the lights went out.

She had awoken to find herself in a terrifying position. She was strapped down and couldn’t even turn her head. Above her what she could only think of as her assailant stood with an enormous knife and was unzipping her salopettes. She was good at thinking fast though and realized she could either let herself be violently attacked and he could do whatever he wanted or she could use her skills as a politician to try to get the best outcome she could. She decided on the latter and began talking as if her life depended on it. Better she thought to be fucked than stabbed and fucked she thought.

Well at least she doesn’t seem to have any injuries I thought, as I continued to squeeze her left tit.

She looked up at me uncertainly for a while then said rather unconvincingly, ‘mmm, that’s nice, why not play with my other one too’.

They were good tits, not huge or anything but a nice handful, even when she was lying on her back. I’d check the label later, but I would have guessed a c cup, but I could see she was still glancing at my hunting knife in my other hand and this was a ploy to get me to put it down without actually saying so. Just to be awkward, I took my right hand from her left tit, pulled her zipper down further, all the way to waist level under the stretcher restraints, and peeled her salopettes open from both breasts with it. Instead of putting the knife down though, I simply transferred the free hand over to her right tit and began kneading it through her bra as well. She looked slightly disappointed, but smiled and lay still while I grew a hardon.

Her attempt to get him to put down the knife seemed to have failed, but at least he wasn’t showing any interest in using it while he played with her tits she thought. This was definitely the right approach. She just needed to be careful and try to keep him happy.

‘Ooh I like that she said, then after a moment, ‘it’d be nice if you took my bra off, then I could feel your hands on them properly’.

With a feeling of devilment, I switched the knife to my right hand and brought it close to her torso. Her breathing quickened as the flat of the blade slid up her stomach and she tried to focus her eyes on it. She began to retreat and pulled her stomach back to the stretcher as the tip passed under the narrow join of her bra and into her cleavage by an inch or so. Her eyes clenched shut, and she began to whisper urgently, ‘oh please, please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me,’ then with a quick twist of the blade outwards her bra unfastened from the front. She gasped and opened her eyes and looked down, seeing what had happened and realizing she was uninjured and let out a sigh of relief. I put the knife down at the side of her head, then slowly brought both hands to her breasts and began kneading them roughly once more directly on her flesh. She had quite long nipples I noticed and begun twisting them and squeezing them, causing the occasional grimace from their owner who otherwise lay there quietly and smiled at me. I carried on with them for ages. I can't help it, I like tits and besides, I had all the time in the world. The storm was going to rage all night and she wasn't leaving before it was. The fire I had laid before she had regained consciousness now had the room perfectly warm, so I stepped back from her to begin to undress. She watched silently, and I thought why stop and soon I was naked, all but the balaclava mask – it seemed to have an unsettling effect on her so I remained wearing it for the time being, and returned to sitting on the bed beside her and resumed my fondling of her tits. I bent over and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue while allowing my right hand to slide down her smooth stomach and under the waist of her salopettes. I let my hand stay outside her panties for a while, rubbing at her clitoris through the material. As I said, I was in no hurry, so about fifteen minutes after this, her pants were moist, and I had pulled them aside to rub her pussy directly. Unfortunately her restraints held her legs together, so I couldnt explore her at any great depth so to speak, but that could wait till later.

Eventually I retrieved my hand and sat up to look at her face, she was a little flushed but otherwise calm. I wondered what was going on in her head. She had some sort of strategy she was sticking to, but I still thought I was getting the best of this encounter by some margin.

This wasn’t as easy as she had hoped. She tried to remain calm and think back over everything she had read and seen on hostage and abduction negotiation situations. Her primary goal of course was survival. After that everything else was a dim second. After that was a release, preferably unharmed and as quickly as possible. However, she was determined to focus on goal number 1 for the meantime. She still wasn’t sure why she was being held, but pretty sure it would either be for ransom or as a sex toy. Probably a bit of both. He didn’t have a religious extremist look about him. In either of the first two cases though, the technique to follow was to get him to like her, see her as a human being, see that he would lose something by her being dead, therefore he would want her to remain alive. She must seem as helpful and pleasant as possible.

“Would you like me to give you a blow job?” she asked in a sweet voice, as if she had been asking if he needed help packing his goods at a convenience store.