The drizzle was now steadily increasing towards torrential rain so I dashed back to the van intending to get my waterproofs but changed my mind and instead stripped off all my wet clothes, throwing them into the van and stood enjoying the rain lashing my skin. I ran back to her, heedless of the damage to the soles of my feet from the quarry waste and stood looking again at her glistening stretched athletic form displayed by torchlight. I wanked to a climax as her body stopped its involuntary twitching then ran round to cut the rope so the crossbeam fell with her as she crashed face first to the ground because i hadn’t had time to untie her ankles.
As I untied and dropped her feet from the tree she managed to get a couple of panicky breaths and started sobbing weakly. I rolled her onto her back and brushed her wet hair away from her face before raping her again, but much more gently than on the previous occasions.
It took at least half an hour to clear things up, give her some more water to drink then get her back into the sodden blood stained sleeping bag firmly bound and gagged before putting my own equally sodden clothes back on.
As I drove home I son realised I had somehow got a painful cut on the sole of my right foot, also only then did I remember that, distracted by her bloody wound to her tongue, I had again not got round to feeding her. Struggling to stay awake on the motorway with the heater on full trying to dry off I mused, mesmerised by the windscreen wipers that I needed to get her a replacement sleeping bag next time I came down … I blinked and opened the window a little, nearly dropped off then …
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