1 comments/ 14854 views/ 1 favorites The Bounty By: MaleThonger I don't really remember much from the crossing. It was rough. Rough enough that I either cant, or don't want to remember it. I do remember seeing Sydney through the porthole as the ship inched its way closer to the shoreline. That was one of the few times I wasn't in irons in the ships hold. I briefly entertained thoughts of escape once we made port. Diving off the ship, swimming for freedom... She quickly dashed those thoughts from my mind. She was the reason I was in this mess to begin with. Well, no. If I am to be completely honest, I'm in this mess because I'm trouble. I'm an outlaw. I have broken the law. I have stolen, bribed and cajoled. On occasion, I have killed. I am not what you would call a model citizen. But I couldn't be touched. I couldn't be caught. Law enforcement meant nothing to the likes of me, as I went on a madcap crime spree. I thought I was invincible. Until she came. And I walked into her trap. She was in a saloon. A creature of rugged beauty far greater than had any business being in a saloon, but I was blinded by her presence. We had a few drinks, talked, and laughed. I made my move, she accepted. We went to one of the rooms upstairs. The rooms where everyone knows what goes on, but no one ever talks about it. She was wearing a strapless red satin dress that expertly framed her ample cleavage. I couldn't wait to get it off of her. She offered me another drink, and I almost turned her down. It turns out I should have. It was drugged. And as my vision blurred the last thing I saw was her smiling. An angel in a nightmare. Later, when my mind swam against the drugged current to semi-consciousness, I was on the bed, handcuffed to the headboard. Her face blurred into existence before me, still smiling. "Do you have any idea how much you're worth, Chance?" Her voice was smooth like her satin dress. She practically purred the words at me. "What? What are you talking about?" "You're quite attractive for a Bounty Head." There. That term. That's when I realized who she was, and how much trouble I was in. Gabrielle. As a woman, she is beautiful and desired. As a Bounty Hunter, she is dangerous, and deadly. I'd been warned to look out for her, and like a dimwit I walked right into it. She ran her hands along my forehead and down my face, then over my chest. "It seems almost a shame to turn you in for the money, I could have... fun with you." Her voice was husky, deep. I knew I was in trouble, but couldn't help but be aroused. I clamped down on my trembling muscles, knowing this had to be part of her game. "You're taller than I thought." She continued, slowly dragging her nails over my chest and down across my stomach. "Glad you approve." I said through clenched teeth, hoping it sounded like I was biting back anger instead of a pleasurable moan. None of the women I'd been with before touched me like she was touching me, and none of them were getting the responses she was getting. I tried to focus. "So what is the going rate for me, anyway?" "Enough to attract my attention." Right. Dumb question. Gabrielle was only the most exclusive, premiere Bounty Hunter in the land. For her to take an interest in a mark could only mean I was worth a lot of money, or she was taking it personally. Her hands never stopped moving, and as they passed South of my belt buckle, I began to wonder how personally she was going to take it. "Oooh. There's something else that attracts my attention." Apparently very personal. At this juncture it was pointless to try and hide my interest and arousal, (she'd already felt that) so I let a gasp escape my lips. "You like?" She purred as her hands continued to move. I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I could barely respond, and that was with a sharp intake of breath. "Yeah, you like." "What do you want?" I blurted out, trying to remember what would happen to me if she succeeded in turning me in. At that, her hands stopped. She blinked, and her blue eyes—eyes that I would have sworn were brown a moment ago—looked at me differently. Suddenly I was no longer an object, but a person, no longer a paycheck, but something more. Just as quickly as the look came it was gone. She shook herself, and then smiled again. "I want you to make me forget all about the bounty." She planted a feather light kiss on my lips; just grazing them with hers, then swung one leg up and over, straddling my prone form. The hem of her dress rode up her thighs and game me a tantalizing glimpse of what lie beneath. She ran her hands up her own body, caressing her breasts and rubbing the satin so that her hardening nipples began to show beneath the soft material. "Mmmm." "What—" I stopped when I heard my voice, barely a croak escaped. I wet my lips and tried again. "Are you going to untie me?" Not that I could have escaped at that point. Not even if I had wanted to, which I didn't. Lying underneath her undulating body was infinitely preferable to busting out the window, crawling over rooftops and stealing a horse to get out of town. She just smiled again. That same, coy smile. "Maybe. Eventually." Her hands found the top button of my shirt, and I closed my eyes, wanting to savor the sensation of her unbuttoning. Instead, there came a loud ripping noise as she grasped the material and tore my shirt open. The buttons landed on the hard wood floor and rolled to a stop, my Parisian silk shirt in tatters. I'd paid good money for that shirt. Not honest money, but good money. Then her nails were dragged through my chest hair and I found I didn't give a damn about the shirt. I just needed to touch her, to feel her. "Please, untie me." She leaned forward; her lithe body pressed firmly against mine, and stretched her arms up over my head. This put her satin covered cleavage nearly in my face, and I could only breathe her in, smelling of flowers and sweat. Her hands rested on the handcuffs, and her lips began sucking on my earlobe. First, tender kisses, quickly turning to playful bites. And she whispered her breathy voice in my ear. "Not... A... Chance..." The play on my name excited me more than the fact she wasn't going to release me. She kissed her way back down my head, from my ear, to my neck, to my chest, lingering on my right nipple. Then she continued down, kissing my stomach and stopping just short of my trousers. Her long, elegant fingers grappled with my belt, and before I could register what was happening, she had managed to get me undressed enough for her purposes. I let out a gasp as she grabbed me with one hand. She didn't bother to undress herself, instead opting to just pull her panties aside and straddle me again, one hand on my chest, the other guiding me into her. Now, with my checkered past, I'd had a few women before. Hell, there's more than a few stories circulating about me, a fact of which I am justifiably proud. But this... The sensation as she pulled me past and into her, the slow, almost agonizing stroke she used to penetrate herself with me, until I had sunk as far in as she would allow, as far as she could take. And she just sat there, her eyes closed, lips quivering with... anticipation? Pain? Incomparable bliss? I had no idea. Until she moaned. At least, it started as a moan. A low rumbling in the back of her throat quickly became a bestial roar, and just as quickly escalated to a whimpered cry. "Oh, Chance..." That was all the encouragement I needed. We made love, and despite still being half dressed and handcuffed to the headboard, I managed to deliver her to ecstasy. My own followed shortly thereafter, and she collapsed on top of me, barely able to move, or breathe. She fell asleep that way, lying on my chest. It finally came to me as I watched her sleep, just before I dozed off myself. The look in her eyes earlier... It was one of recognition. Like she knew me from somewhere else, some when else. Then the blackness came again, and I found I didn't care. As long as I could sleep with this ravishing creature beside me, I didn't care about anything. But of course, I awoke in irons on a ship bound for Australia. That's when it occurred to me I should have cared a bit more. And watching the harbor lights of the penal colony slide past my porthole, it occurred to me I should have cared a lot more The ships cargo—us—was off loaded to the docks and marched manacled and naked through processing, where we were checked for disease, and eventually folded into a holding cell. During processing, I stood in a room before the Lord Magistrate and was notified of my rights as a prisoner. I had none. I happened a look out the room's only window, and on the other side was Gabrielle, receiving payment for me. I've done a lot of things in my life I'm not proud of. Being sold like so much beef ranks among the most degrading, more so than standing in that room naked and shackled. But seeing Gabrielle receive payment, somehow that made it one of the more erotic moments of my life. She was dressed all in black leather, from the tight, form fitting bustier and jacket, to her thigh high boots. She turned and looked at me, licked her lips and planted a kiss on the window. Then she smiled, a look that will forever be burned in my mind and etched in my soul, and walked out of my life. And while I lamented my misfortune at having wound up here, I rejoiced in the knowledge that I got to have Gabrielle, even if it was just for a night, and even if it was part of her act. My time in prison passed. Night turned into day. Days turned to weeks. Each night brought dreams of Gabrielle and the time we shared. Each day brought new horrors of life in prison, leaving me longing for the nighttime and another dream... At least I could escape into those. And as the weeks progressed, I became more and more convinced I would see her again. One night, about a month into my incarceration, a guard came to my cell. It was after lights out, and the guards frequently made checks on us after dark, so it wasn't all that unusual. His request was. "Move your bunk as far from the south wall as you can, then get under it. You have two minutes." And with that, he was gone. Well despite my natural stubborn streak (yet another of my less enduring qualities...) I decided with the clock ticking, perhaps now was not the best time to question him. I slid the bunk across the stone floor as far from the South wall as I could. It now rested against the bars of my cell door, but again, I wasn't feeling too inquisitive. I slid my body prone underneath and counted. When I got to 100, there came a sound like distant thunder. At 101, the thunder crashed through the South wall of my cell in the form of a cannon ball, which flew through the room, punched through the bars of my cell door, and exploded across the hall. The initial explosion blew the wall inward, sending great chunks of debris raining down on my bunk, which sheltered me from the worst of it. The sound was deafening, and for a moment all I could do was lie under the twisted remains of my bunk, ears ringing. Finally, I got to my feet and surveyed my surroundings. Dust and smoke filled the room, but through the haze I could see the South wall of my cell was gone, torn to shreds by the incoming cannon fire. From the gaping hole in the wall I could see a ship in the harbor, firing relentlessly at the prison's defenses. My bed was nearly crushed under the flying chunks of stone, but it had sheltered me, kept me alive. Without the guard's warning, I would have been killed. Deciding this was no accident; I risked a jump out the hole. Someone wanted me alive. And if it was just coincidence, better to escape in the confusion than stick around for another nightmare filled day. My cell was on the second floor of the prison, so I didn't have far to jump. I rolled when I hit the ground and managed to not injure myself seriously. Alarms were beginning to sound now, muffled distortion though the ringing in my head. The batteries around the harbor began to return fire on the marauder until all of Sydney was filled with cannon blasts. I half ran, half stumbled toward the outer wall of the prison yard, fully expecting to be caught or shot at any moment. But the guards apparently had their hands full with a riot inside. I found a breach in the wall and was through, my first taste of freedom in nearly a year. God, had it been that long ago in that saloon? I stumbled over debris in the street and landed right smack dab in the arms of one of the local constables. Damn the luck. He sized me up quickly, noted what I was wearing and nodded to his buddies—there were five of them in all, not favorable odds for me to escape from this time—and "escorted" me down the street. Away from the prison, toward the harbor. What the hell? We reached the docks and pilled into a longboat, and began rowing out to sea. The Marauder's attack had died off as the ship sailed for open water, hoping to outdistance itself from the guns of Sydney. "You must be quite the mark for the mistress to be taking this much of an interest in you." One of the men said. "What?" He peeled off his uniform tunic and revealed a vest of black leather beneath. "Milady arranged all this for you, you must have one hell of a bounty on your head." Gabrielle. Suddenly, it all made sense. This wasn't an attack, but a rescue. My heart leapt into my throat and stayed there as the longboat approached the marauder. We were hauled aboard, and I was ushered to the brig. Moments later, she entered. "I was expecting the Captain's Quarters." I said nonchalantly. "But Chance, you are an escaped prisoner, a wanted man with a hefty price on your head. Surely your place is in the brig." "I was under the impression this was a rescue." She moved closer to the bars of my new cell, and I could smell her again, that same mixture of flowers and her own musky sent. "Afraid not, bounty head. This is business. You see, I turned you into the Marquis De Renard, who placed a bounty on you of 10,000 pounds. Something about deflowering his daughter?" "A misunderstanding, I assure you." "Well, you must have a lot of misunderstandings, because the Countess La Roche put a bounty out for you of 20,000 Francs just a month later. Another daughter?" I blushed. "Her mother, actually. Countess is an... honorary title." "Well, at any rate, she apparently had not heard about your capture and incarceration. I figure if I were to break you out of prison, I could collect twice." My heart collapsed at that. And here I thought she came back because she loved me. "Isn't that a bit disreputable?" "You, accusing me of being disreputable? Isn't that like the pot calling the kettle black?" "Point taken. So what happens now?" "Well, now I figure I can just keep rescuing you and turning you in, over and over and over." She unlocked the cell door and stepped inside, moving close to me. "And since we have a 3 month voyage to France, I thought maybe we could get better acquainted." "You drugged me, seduced me, sold me, nearly killed me, just so you could do it all again?" "And again and again. What do you think?" "I think I'd better get out of this prison garb if your bluff is going to be taken seriously." And she smiled, and my life became complete. Oh, a little unconventional perhaps. I've been arrested and sentenced to life in prison 14 times now. Gabrielle has made nearly one million pounds off of me. I am regarded as the world's greatest escape artist and scoundrel, she is thought off as my ultimate nemesis, the one who always gets her man, and returns the vile beast to prison. No one knows we are also man and wife. The Bounty Hunter This story was written without the permission of the persons depicted within its contents. No harm or offense is meant to any member of Da Kine Bail Bonds of Hawaii. With that said please enjoy! * * * * * My Hawaiian vacation had started out so well. Swimming in the ocean, learning to surf, luaus and of course the spectacular scenery. I had scrimped and saved for 2 years to afford this trip. It was my dream winter vacation away from my chilly Ohio home. Little did I know that soon my trip would go from amazing to extraordinary. A few days into my trip I decided to join a tour group that was going hiking on a trek into the lush rainforests along one of Hawaii's dormant volcanoes. This particular company offered an over night trip which sounded fantastic. I loved seeing the sunrises and sunsets and thought 'what a better way to see them here in Hawaii.' We set out early that morning and began the long hike to our camp. Unbeknownst to us, Duane Chapman A.K.A. 'Dog the Bounty Hunter' and his family were hot on the trail of a dangerous fugitive nearby. We would soon find out though as our paths would cross before too long. The first day of our hike was perfect! I had already taken 3 rolls of film by the time we arrived at our campsite to set up. The rainforest had seemed alive with all the colors and sounds. It was beginning to get dark when we arrived. But, our guide had found us the absolute most incredible area to camp. We could see for miles! The view of the stars above and the forest below was breathtaking. That night I slept as though I was in heaven... Meanwhile, not far from where we slept peacefully unaware, crouched a cruel and dangerous man. He was a scared and desperate rabbit. He had a pack of 'dogs' on his scent. He knew he needed to shake them, but was unsure how. Dog was relentless in pursuit of his bounties. The rabbit also knew that the Dog had brought his pups, Duane Lee and Leland with him, making it that much more difficult to hide. He wasn't going back to prison, nobody was gonna make him! As the glorious scarlet sun breathed life into a new day, the fugitive was deep in thought trying to figure out how to stay out of the crushing jaws of the Dog. Skittish and edgy, he jumped when he heard a twig snap nearby. I had woken up early, before the sunrise, lucky enough to witness one of the most beautiful events of my life. I stowed my gear in my backpack and ventured off the path a ways to find the 'little girls tree.' As I finished relieving myself, I heard a branch break behind me. At the same moment, I felt a knife press against my throat, and a large callused hand covered my mouth. I flailed and tried to scream, but felt the blade press deeper into my neck. The large man behind me leaned close and whispered in my ear a chilly warning. "Try to scream again and I'll slice the skin right off your pretty neck. Understand?" I gently moved my head up and down, mindful of the knife pressed into my throat. "Good, now I gonna remove my hand, but you should remember what I said." I nodded again in understanding. The man pulled me to my feet and tugged my shorts onto my hips. "You a pretty one, I gonna enjoy splitting that pretty pussy later. Let's go." Oh God, I thought to myself He's going to rape me and then only God knows what else! Some how I didn't think this man had any intentions of letting me go. He pushed me forward keeping his knife pressed into my spine. A strong jab forward would most likely sever my spinal cord. He steered me deeper into the forest, heading somewhere only he seemed to know. A short while later, Dog and his sons found the spot where the man had spent the night. Soon after Leland had discovered his footprints and followed them to where they met mine. They pondered whether I was helping the fugitive or not. Letting Beth know what they had found, they headed off chasing down their prey. A couple of hours after my abduction the rest of the tour group awoke and discovered I was missing. After making a quick canvas of the area, they headed back down the trail to get help. Within hours I had been reported missing. Since Dog's wife Beth had alerted the authorities that they were in the area hunting a dangerous felon, the local police felt it best to start a search right away. Beth relayed the information about my disappearance to Dog, who now realized that I was a captive and not an accomplice. Beth let the authorities know that Dog had my trail as well as their fugitives'. He hoped to have us both by midday. Back on the trail of Manu (their felon) Leland fumed. "If he does anything to this girl I'll never forgive myself." "Son, we'll find them! I promise." Dog replied "I should have had him sooner. He was my bounty, I could have pushed harder, Something could have been done different." "We'll get him Leland. We'll get him." The day wore on and we trudged further up the volcano. We walked for hours. The man at my back filled my ears with tales of the vile things he was going to do to me when we stopped. I shuddered and felt ill as his descriptions grew more lewd and more lethal. "I ain't never raped no body, but after killing a guy it don't seem like a big deal. And your pretty little body is just too much to not take. The Dog ain't never gonna catch me, so why not! Then when I had my fill, I'll just slit your throat and leave you for the animals to enjoy." He chuckled with pure evil in his eyes. "Oh God!" I cried closing my eyes. Unfortunately, doing so caused me to miss seeing the tree root sticking out of the ground. I stumbled and fell. I landed full force on my left ankle, wrenching it severely. The man yanked me up off the ground. "Get moving!" He said giving me a hard shove. "I think I twisted my ankle." "Walk or die here. I don't care." He said as he pressed the knife tip into my chest just above my heart. I turned and began to hobble in the direction he had shoved me. The pain was excruciating, but my fear was even greater. We trekked for probably another mile, when he pushed me towards a foliage covered rock face. I thought he meant to rape me right there. I was terrified as he grabbed my waist and pressed himself forward against me. However instead of the solid rock I found myself falling into a cave of some kind. He shoved me forward again, causing me to land hard on my knees on the dirt floor. "Now it's time to have some fun!" He sneered. Dog and the boys were behind us by about an hour or so, but catching up quickly. Duane Lee found the area where I had fallen. Leland noticed that my steps faltered as they picked up the trail again. "Looks like she hurt her leg, probably when she tripped." Dog commented Leland just growled in reply. Back in the cave, the fugitive began pawing my body, grabbing and mauling my generous tits through my t-shirt. "Strip!" He bellowed, brandishing the blade at me. The cave was dark, but enough light filtered through to allow me to see the lecherous gleam in his eyes. I gingerly pulled my t-shirt over my head and removed my shorts. He whistled low in appreciation of the tiny white bikini I wore underneath. I had bought it on a dare from a girlfriend at home, but never intended for it to see the light of day. Two tiny triangles of fabric barely covered my nipples and a third slightly large one hardly concealed my pussy lips. Yanking on my arm the felon pulled me off balance. Falling once more to the floor, he unzipped his fly and pulled out a massive 10" cock. God, and he wasn't even fully hard yet. I was sure that just the act of raping me would kill me. My body began to tremble as he grabbed my face in his hand. "You gonna open your mouth and suck my cock like a good girl or you gonna die. You understand?" As much as the thought of giving this beast a blow job revolted me, I knew he would make good on his threat. So I opened my mouth and accepted the monstrous shaft that was shoved into it. I knelt there while he fucked my mouth, willing myself not to cry, vomit or both. My captor grabbed my breasts to use as leverage as he pounded his cock against the back of my throat, harder and harder. I winced as his fingers dug deep into the soft supple flesh of my tits. Moments later, although it felt like hours to me, I felt his sack tighten against my chin and his cum shot into my throat gagging me. Grabbing his cock he continued to pump cum across my face and all over my body. My revulsion caught up with me as I began to heave. A moment later he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back exposing my neck. About a half mile down the trail, Dog, Leland, and Duane Lee were getting closer. Manu's 'scent' was getting stronger and they knew they were almost there. "She's slowing them down, so they shouldn't be too far ahead." Dog told his sons. "We've got to get to them soon, Dad." Leland said gripping his father's arm. "Hey you guys check this out." Duane Lee called out quietly. He pointed to an area of undergrowth that had recently been disturbed. It headed towards a seemingly solid rock face. All three men looked at each other and mouthed the word "Cave." Unsheathing their mace, the men crept towards the hidden entrance. They froze as they heard a man bellow and the sound of a retching woman. They were still twenty or so yards from the cave opening when they heard a blood curdling scream, and broke into a run. The felon deftly brought the knife down and sliced through the thin strap holding my top around my neck. The tiny white triangles fell away from my nipples, exposing them to his lustful glare. Another quick slice did the same to my bottoms, revealing my pussy. He shoved me onto my back and wrenched my legs apart. He had his cock in hand and was lining up to rape me when the shouting began outside. The man turned towards the entrance of the cave and was suddenly blinded by the sunlight streaming in. Three men burst through screaming at him. "Hit the dirt!" "Drop the knife!" "Give it up Manu!" He jumped to his feet and charged the men like a bull in Pamplona. And like Spain's famed bullfighters, the three men felled the charging beast with simultaneous blasts of mace. Manu dropped to the ground coughing, wheezing and clawing at his burning eyes. Dog and Duane Lee bound him in handcuffs and buttoned his pants back around his waist. The youngest came to me and asked if I was hurt. I shook my head No as I reached for my t-shirt and began wiping the drying cum from my face and body. "Oh God." I cried as I realized I was using my only salvageable item of clothes to clean myself off. Not to mention I was sitting naked in front of a perfect stranger. Without saying a word, he stood up, removed his vest, took off his t-shirt and handed it to me. His eyes never left mine until I had put it on and I was covered. " I'm Leland, let me have a look at your ankle." He said as he gingerly felt my leg for any breaks. "I think it's just twisted. Nothing seems to be broken." He reached beside me and handed me my shorts. He held out his hand to help me up then turned away so I could finish dressing. Suddenly his radio crackled to life causing me to jump. "Son, Duane Lee & I are heading back down with Manu. Do you have the girl?" "Yeah Dad, she twisted her ankle but we are headed down behind you. Meet you back at the office." "Good work son, good work." Leland turned back to me and took my arm. "Can you walk or do you want my help?" He asked as he put his vest back on over his chiseled chest. "It hurts to put too much weight on it, but I think I can manage!" I said trying to sound confidant. I was obviously not very convincing, as Leland quickly scooped me up into his muscular tattooed arms and headed out of the cave. He had carried me for quite a ways when I asked him to set me down for a minute. He gently placed me on a fallen log and sat down beside me. "Thank you for finding me! You saved my life." I told him. I looked at him and was startled to see unshed tears in his rich brown eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have gotten him sooner. He wouldn't have hurt you then." "Sooner? I think you arrived just in the nick of time. He was about to rape me and then kill me. I tripped and twisted my ankle. Please don't feel sorry, you couldn't have arrived at a better time in my opinion." I said as I touched his cheek, my palm brushing against the soft hair of his dark well trimmed goatee. "Come on let's test this ankle out." I told him as I stood gingerly and began walking slowly down the trail. Leland was quickly at my side, his arm around my waist for support. I threw my own arm over his shoulder and leaned into him. It took us about 2 hours to make it all the way to the parking lot where Beth waited for us with the SUV. "Do we need to take you to the hospital?" She asked concern ringing in her voice as we headed down the highway. "Leland thinks my ankle is just twisted, so I don't think the hospital is necessary." "I don't wanna be rude honey, but if Manu assaulted you, we need to get a kit done for evidence." She said softly. "Thank you for your concern, but Leland and the others arrived before that man could actually rape me. I'm very grateful to them all." I told her looking straight at Leland. "We'll stop at the office to check in with my dad and then I'll take you back to your hotel." Leland told me as I leaned against his tattooed shoulder. "Oh no." I moaned. "What?" They both asked concernedly. "My backpack got left up in the cave. Everything; my money, ID, room key are all in it! I've got nothing." I said with a defeated sigh. "Let me call Big Daddy and have him call the park rangers to see if they can get it for you." She said as she dialed Dog's cell. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out." Leland told me as he tenderly caressed my arm. Beth was soon explaining to Dog about my lost pack. "...alright Big Daddy, see you in a few." Beth spoke into the phone and then hung up. "Duane is going to make a few calls to see what we can do for you." "Right now I just want a shower." I said with a stiff chuckle. "Beth, why don't you drop us off at my apartment. That way she, uh...?" "Lynn" I added when I realized he was searching for my name. "Thanks, that way Lynn can freshen up before we hit the office. That is if that's alright with you." He asked me. "Sounds wonderful." I said cheerfully. "Okay brah. I'll let your dad know. Just be sure to come to the office when you're done." Beth told Leland, as she turned onto his street. We were soon pulling into the parking lot of a cozy apartment complex. Leland led the way to his spacious 3 bedroom home. "My boys are at school and then they head to their mom's for a while." "Oh, okay." I said as he opened the door. He led me down the hall and showed me the bathroom. After getting me a fresh set of towels and turning on the shower, he turned and walked out of the bathroom. "I'll put on some coffee and make something to eat, okay?" Leland called back over his shoulder. "Thank you." I called as I shut the door. I sat down to remove my shoes and socks, noticing that my ankle was already beginning to color. I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to the floor. Pulling Leland's shirt over my head, I gasped upon seeing my breasts in the mirror. Already dark purple finger-shaped bruises were forming around them. As I stepped into the warm spray, my mind raced back to the earlier events of the day. I began to scrub my body as the nausea set in. Reaching up I turned down the water temperature a little, hoping I would feel better, I began to scrub harder. As I scrubbed, my eyes filled with tears. The more tears I shed, the harder I scrubbed. Suddenly the room began to spin and my vision blurred as the room went black. Leland had just finished some sandwiches for us when he heard a loud 'thump' that came from the bathroom. Dropping the plate in his hand onto the table, he ran into the bathroom to find me lying on the tub floor. "Lynn, what happened? Talk to me honey." Leland said, crouching beside the tub to lift me out of the icy spray. My vision began to clear as I looked into his worried face. "I can't get clean! I can't get the feel of his hands off me." I cried as I frantically started rubbing my tender flesh again. "He's still touching me. Please make it stop." I pleaded. "Shh, shh. It's alright. I'm right here, he can't hurt you anymore." Leland whispered as he took my hands in his. Turning the water off, he wrapped me in a towel and carried me to his bed. Setting me on it he began to tenderly blot the water off my skin.. "God , you are freezing! I'll get you a sweat shirt to wear." he said as he stood up to retrieve the offered shirt. I grabbed his arm and begged, " Please don't leave me!" "I'm just going right here to the closet, hun it's ok!" "No, please..." I cried. "Ok, it's ok. I won't leave you. I'm not going anywhere." He said sliding gently into the bed beside me. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No, right now the only thing I know is that having you next to me keeps him out of my head." I said as I nuzzled in and drifted off into a restless sleep. I was dead to the world and never heard Leland's cell ring. "Everything alright son?" Dog asked "She's pretty shaken up. She fainted in the shower as she tried to scrub him off her body. Tell me you booked him, because if I see him right now, I'll kill him!" Leland told his father with ice in his voice. "Yeah he's behind bars and will stay there this time. No bondsman will touch him, after they found out about the girl. The cops want her to come down as soon as she can, to press charges. Did you say she tried to scrub HIM off?" "Yeah she rubbed herself raw. Lynn said she could still feel his hands on her." Leland said through gritted teeth. Dog knew his son well and knew he was pissed. "Where is she now?" "She's sleeping here beside me. She doesn't want me to leave her right now." "You ok with that, son?" "Yeah but I don't think she's gonna be up to going to the station tonight. Maybe tomorrow after she's slept for a while. By the way, did you find out anything about her backpack?" "Bethie is headed back out there right now to pick it up. They sent some rangers up to get it right after we called them." "Good, I'm sure Lynn will be glad to have it back." "Take it easy Leland, we'll see you tomorrow. Call me if you need anything." "Dad, could you possibly pick up the boys tonight and keep them at your house for me. I don't want Lynn to have to try and explain why she is here." "Sure son, I'll get them and we'll see you tomorrow." "Thanks Dad. Tell them I love them very much!" "I will son." Leland closed his phone and shifted to set it onto the bedside table. I stirred as he moved. "Leland?" I whispered with panic rising in my voice. "It's alright. Here I am." He said as he rolled back to me. The towel had slipped down while I slept, so my bruising breasts were on display for him yet again. "Do they hurt?" He asked quietly looking from the purpling flesh and then to me. I could see the concern shimmering in his deep brown eyes. "They are sore, but I think it's mostly from my scrubbing." I said looking down at them as I pulled the towel back up to cover myself. "I have some aloe in the refrigerator, that'll help soothe them. Do you want me to go get it for you?" He asked reaching out to trace the bruising on my flesh, but pulling back before he touched me. "Yes please. Thank you." I said as he stood up and headed into the kitchen to get the aloe. He returned quickly with a bottle of clear gel and handed it to me. "I'm gonna wait in the living room." He said as he grabbed a sweatshirt and pair of shorts for me to wear. Then he turned and started down the hallway. The Bounty Hunter "Leland, please don't leave me again." I whispered, my voice cracking. "Lynn, I'm sorry. I can't do this. I can not stand here and watch you rub that aloe on. I don't want to be, but I can't help it. You stir me more than any woman has in a long time. Lying there next to your naked body was sheer torture. It's taken every ounce of my will power not to try and kiss away your pain. The last thing you need right now is another mans hands on you. I'll wait in the living room!" He said painfully as he walked slowly back towards his bedroom. "Leland! Please, you're wrong. The only time I don't feel his touch is when I feel yours!" "I won't take advantage of you like this." He said standing in the doorway, arms crossed. It was apparent that he was a true gentleman. Many times over the course of the last few hours he had shown that to me, but this for me was the most telling example. "You aren't taking advantage of me if I ask. Leland, please make love to me and help me forget, if just for a little while, what happened to today. Please..." I pleaded, reaching out to him, trying to make him understand how much I needed his touch. "God forgive me." He whispered as he slowly walked towards me unbuttoning his camouflaged pants. Stepping out of them as he crossed the bedroom, he stood before me moments later, hard and ready. His naked form was breath-taking. I would find out later that he was a former mixed martial arts fighter, and spent some of his free time coaching kids in the same. His chest was solid and his six-pack well defined. The athlete in him was very evident. My eyes roved from his bare feet, following lean legs, which turned into well muscled thighs. I turned my gaze up to meet his eyes as he asked me again, giving me yet another chance to back out. "Are you sure this is what you want?" "Yes, please make love to me." I told him as I reached for him. He took my hand and laid down beside me. It felt so wonderful to have his toned, chiseled body stretched along the length of my own. The hard planes of his chest fit perfectly into my supple curves. His solid thighs rubbed gently against my soft ones, his hardness nestled snugly into my clean-shaven mound. His hands roamed tenderly across my skin. Stroking me softly, he leaned in closer to taste my lips. His soft lips met mine in a gentle, almost timid kiss. I returned his kiss with passion. In Leland's strong arms I no longer felt the evils of earlier in the day swirling around me like a cloud of volcanic ash. In his arms, my horrible memories disappeared. His kisses began to echo my own, becoming more heated with each exchange. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I tangled my fingers into his long dark brown ponytail. I moaned with pleasure when his fingers began to work their way down my tummy , caressing, teasing and easing my fears further from my mind. Leland trailed his hand down, slowly and softly until his fingers found my pussy. "Oh God yes!" I moaned as he strummed my clit like playing a love song on a guitar. Gently he rubbed, making me shiver with delight. His fingers gently caressed me, his kisses traveled across the planes of my body. Leland trailed kisses down my neck towards my breasts. He slowed when he reached them, and ran his tongue softly along each bruise in turn. I moaned with pleasure as my nipples tightened with the tender sensation. Leland began to kiss each darkening bruise almost as if apologizing for them. I looked down into his face and stroked his hair as he wiped away my pain. Our eyes met and he smiled his room brightening smile before gently taking my right nipple between his lips, suckling tenderly. Bringing his hand back up from his play at my clit he softly massaged my other tit. I moan in pleasure as he swirled his tongue around my hardening nipple. It began to stiffen until it was almost painful. The pain was the kind that comes from pleasure beyond anything you've ever felt before. Leland then switched to my other nipple and began to gently caress the right breast. I watched as he snaked his tongue out to tickle the tip of my pink nipple. I groaned again as he teased me closer to my release. Hearing my moan he chuckled softly before traveling further down until he reached my flat tummy. His kisses rained down upon my hips as I writhed under his touch. His feather light kisses tickled, making me squirm as he inched slowly downwards towards my bare mound. He slowed and gently blew a warm breath on my pussy lips, before sliding his tongue out to trace my slit. His tongue slid from my pussy to my clit again and again, slowly each time. Every few licks Leland would capture my clit in his lips and suck gently. His tender kisses rapidly built my pleasure higher and higher, like a tower of bricks. It began to wobble on the edge of ecstasy, when I gently reached down to grasp his chin, to get him to look at me. "Please Leland, I need you inside me. I want to cum with you inside me." He lifted himself up level with me and we locked eyes as he surged into my wet passage. The sheer overwhelming pleasure our coupling brought caused me to cry out. My cry was, however, lost when his lips claimed mine as his shaft buried deep inside. Every thrust was met with an answering thrust of my own. As we rocked together I could almost feel his strength and passion flow into my body. I knew at that very moment that my life would never be the same. I knew that I would be able to look back on today with a smile on my face. I knew that the fear and the horror of what almost happened to me on the volcano would no longer haunt me. Through his love-making, Leland gave me the power to overcome anything. We continued kissing as we made love, our tongues dancing with the rhythm of our bodies. Suddenly, with no effort at all, Leland rolled over onto his back. His hands rested on my hips, urging me upwards. I realized that once again he was giving the power back to me. My life and my orgasm was in my own control. I slid my hands along his chest, taking my turn to explore his body. I gloried in watching his eyes glisten as I raised myself slowly along his shaft. He groaned as I brought my body back down his shaft, lowering myself until I felt his hips against my ass. I enjoyed the feeling of his sweat-slick skin sliding under my fingers. I gently scratched my nails over his hard nipples making him groan again. "Ride me. This is just for you babe." he said huskily, caressing my skin. I rode his cock hard, as Leland willed my passion on. "That's it, little one, let it all go. No one is ever gonna hurt you again!" Leland's tender words sent me spiraling off the cliff of passion and into the ocean of exhilaration. His own climax hit just seconds after mine began. My body was alight with sensation, I could almost swear I felt his hot seed pour into me. We cried out our release together as I collapsed on top of him. I lay there with my head upon his chest, and listened as our hearts beat out a rapid tattoo, 'thumping' in perfect harmony. After catching my breath, I turned to Leland and said, "Thank you for saving my life today, and thank you for easing away the demons from my body." "The pleasure was mine." Leland said as he claimed my mouth again and branded it with a searing kiss. The End? (Please let me know what you think, shall I continue? Your comments are greatly appreciated!)