Death in the Dark Woods

I was following the gaggle of girls for about an hour when the group broke up a few miles down the trail, deep into the forest.

Young, loud, all ponytails and shorts. Tan and budding, they looked fresh and inviting.

I kept a good distance behind them on the trail, knowing that they were unaware they were being followed. I moved quickly and quietly, my thin frame adapted to this by years of hunting in the forest. It had been too long since my last hunt, and I had tamp down my eagerness as I tracked the group.

The group split up, two girls went on down the trail and the rest of the group started down the loop, that would in a mile or two bring them pack to their cars.

The pair headed down the trail, winding deeper into the forest with me following them at a good distance.

This time of the year, late in the summer, many hikers were back at work and kids were in school. The trails were sparsely populated with walkers and this deep in the trees, seeing another hiker would be a rarity.

As the trail brush became more dense and the trail itself began to wind with more curves, I began to close the distance with the girls.

I could hear them up ahead, chatting and laughing as they moved down the trail.

It would be dark in a few hours, so I guessed that they were intending to pitch a tent off-trail soon.

They pitched their tent as the sun got low. I watched from a good distance away. They had searched a bit for a camping spot and finally found a place well off the trail to assemble the tent.

One had long blonde hair and the other was a black girl with her hair cropped short.

I got the black girl when she went out to pee.

Squatting there in the soft leaves with a stream of urine splashing onto the ground she never heard me approaching.

The blackjack across the back of her head took her out immediately. I stood over her for a moment, stroking my long beard and taking in the prone form in front of me.

I tied her legs and arms, gagged her and left to subdue the Blonde.

When Blondie came out of the tent she was looking down the barrel of my 9mm handgun.

“Come here, or I’ll kill you.” I ordered.

Stunned, she obeyed.

I turned her around and searched for weapons, finding none.

“Make a sound, you die.”

I bound her hands and legs, and finally gagged her.

I dragged her into their roomy tent. After I double checked her bindings I went to get her friend, still lying unconscious in the leaves.

In a few minutes both young women were in the tent, trussed and quiet.

Before the Black girl came to I had removed her jacket and pants.

At gunpoint I had the blonde girl strip down to panties and a sports bra. Then I tied her hands behind her back and instead of tying her feet together I put her on her knees and roped her ankles to her wrists behind her back.

Now whether kneeling or laying on her back, she wasn’t going anywhere.

I didn’t want to deal with two girls at once, so I had other plans for the Black girl.

When she began to come to I was behind her with a length of soft nylon rope.