Waking Up

Opening her eyes slowly, a blaring head ache assaulting her, Amelia found herself laying against a tree. Her wrist tied up in hefty rope with expertly made knots, the rope wrapped around a branch above her head and tied to another tree to the side. Forcing her arms above her head, all with enough slack for her to lay on her ass. Her legs firmly restrained as well.

Looking up she saw a small fire, and in front of it an older grizzled man with salt and pepper head and facial hair. He was currently changing out of a pair of moccasins for regular boots. All while keeping a watchful eye on her.

Amelia tried to gulp not realizing how dry her mouth was.

"Ahem Mister this has to be a misunderstanding, I was kidnapped by those ruffians a barely..." Amelia started to speak, about to turn on the water works and spin a story of how she was one of the women taken from the carriage raid.

Only to be interrupted "Amelia Rose, leader of the Red Rose gang. Wanted dead or alive for multiple counts of robbery, ****, and a whole catalogue of other crimes I'm not going to waste my breath listing. Unless you want to claim you aren't the woman on this poster, perfectly matching the description, I wouldn't waste yours either" the gruff man said while lifting up a piece of paper. On it a beautiful woman with long curly red hair was printed across it, big bold letters underneath instructing how the authorities wanted her brought in and the reward for each.

Her dead body was worth five hundred dollars. Alive on the other hand was an insane two thousand dollars. Amelia furrowed her brow at the sight.

"I'd get some sleep if I were you. At first light we're heading to Van Allen, I doubt your time is going to be peaceful this time tomorrow" the man said.

"Sir ple-"

"Don't start running your pretty little mouth or I'll stuff it full of rope" the man threatened. Getting the ruthless red head to shut her mouth, now knowing there was no talking this man out of his plans.

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Time passed quickly as the two sat quietly next to the fire. The crackling red coals and the sound of crickets all that filled their ear. Until a rustle was heard in the woods near them. The vigilant man immediately got up and surveyed the surroundings. He quietly walked over and quickly checked the bonds holding his captive. Sure they weren't breaking anytime soon he decided to go check on what made that noise. Last thing he needed was someone ruining his life changing bounty. Whether it was another bounty hunter that would want to split the reward, a member of the Red Rose gang coming to save their leader, or a wild animal he wasn't letting this opportunity slip from his fingers.

While he did so Amelia smiled to herself. Acting quickly she started pressing her chest out as far as she could, even pressing in her shoulder blades.

*POP!*

A single button had come free unable to handle the great pressure from her amazing bust. There in between her cleavage the tip of a handle pressed out. Craning her neck and lifting her chest she was just barely able to bite down on the object. Slowly pulling up she eventually pressed her chest in to grip the sheath with her soft breast. Pulling the small blade free. With the item in her mouth she slowly work her body into a standing position. Grabbing the knife out of her mouth she quickly went to work cutting the rope around her wrist. While keeping an eye on the path the man took away from the small camp.

Half way through, a confident smile adorning her face, when suddenly she felt a large hand grip her throat from behind. Moving on instinct she went to stab with the knife only to have the rope pulled taut, lifting her off her feet, leaving her dangling in the air. The sudden movement and painful tug on her wrists causing her to drop the knife.

"Ow, hell!" The red head cursed. To then look down at the large man who was now holding the rope with a smug grin.

"Your reputation proceeds you Miss Rose, not only are you a prickly flower, you're also a slippery fox" he said.

"You?" The woman said realizing she had just fell for his trap and revealed her escape plan.

Securing the loose slack the man freed his hands to walk over an pick up the small knife. Then looked at the woman with a bit of exposed cleavage. "Clever girl, though now I'm not going to be able to let my guard down at all around you" he said, looking Amelia in the eyes. Who was now putting on a tough front. She watched him eye her up and down before glancing at the knife.

"Guess I got to make sure you're not packing anymore booby traps" he said bringing the knife up to her next highest shirt button. Her eyes widened as she realized what he meant.

"I'm sure the town won't mind the view" he said, sending a shiver down the woman's spine.