A Slut Trap

Now the work began. He had to sneak around the front of the cave, doing his best not to make a sound again. If she walked out before he was finished with his plan, then she would likely just escape again.

But, she didn't come out. Sam retreated back behind the forest line wiping a sweat from his brow. Now all he had to do was wait. What he did not expect was that he would have to wait an hour. The entire time he was sitting on the edge of his seat. Was she going to come out now? What if there was another entrance to the cave? Perhaps he should have just charged in and hope that he had her cornered already. It was the strain of paying such close attention that almost made him miss when she emerged.

The girl emerged from the cave, stepping around cautiously. Her eyes scanned the area. The demeanor of prey. She made it a few steps out, before she noticed the T-shirt on the ground. He needed some kind of bait to draw her closer, and if that meant going shirtless for awhile, that was a price worth paying. She edged closer and closer. He was leaning forward behind the bushes. She was so close.

She was so busy looking at the shirt, she didn't stop to wonder why a thin layer of leaves was covering the rock. The minute she stepped into the trap, the rope tightened around her leg, and she was hauled by her leg into the air. He rushed down from his vantage point, in time to see her struggling to her free herself in vain.

"My leg...." She whimpered.

"Like you said." Josh grinned. When she saw him, he could see the shock turn to fear on her face. "I'm persistent." He pulled out another piece of rope.

She wiggled furiously, but she had no way of escaping his grasp. A few minutes later, she had been let down from the trap. But, she wasn't going to be going anywhere. Her arms had been securely tied behind her back, her chest was bound in a rope harness, and each of her legs was tied into a position bent at the knee.

"No more escaping for you." He said. She just stuck her tongue out at him and pointed.