The Voluptuous Redhead

I wait for the perfect moment to strike, easily keeping up with their pedaling. Soon I see my opportunity and I make my move, diving on the woman from the trees. I catch her with one hand around her throat, preventing her from calling for help. With the other hand, I lower the machine. Her friend keeps on pedaling, blissfully unaware. With the speed I am moving, the redhead has not even had a chance to react beyond being startled. I quickly leap back into the trees with my prey.

The woods here are thick enough to discourage witnesses, and no one would look this high without reason. I pin my prey against the tree, restrain her hands with one hand while the other covers her mouth. She begins to struggle now, but its far too late.