Author's note: The nonconsent/reluctance part of this story will be in upcoming chapters, and it will be on the lighter side of nonconsent, intense but nothing too dark or violent. Thank you for reading my first Literotica submission. Special thanks to HardSalami for a great job editing!

Prologue

Prescott, Arizona, circa 2000

The woman sank effortlessly to her knees in front of him, no small feat with her hands cuffed behind her back and her lower body equally imprisoned by tight jeans. Her companion didn't notice the pants muffin-topped the few extra pounds on her midsection and cut a prominent camel toe in her crotch.

"C'mon baby, I'm a lot more...talented with my hands free."

Dan Bell looked down into the brown eyes of the fugitive currently in his custody. His brain knew the wide-eyed, innocent look on her face and softly parted lips were intentionally crafted, but his body seemed to not mind one way or another. Especially when those softly-parted lips were close enough to his prick he could feel the heat of her breath.

The woman leaned forward a few more inches and softly bit the crotch of his jeans, lightly grazing her teeth over his erect cock through the denim.

He hissed, struggling to maintain control of the situation. "Brandi Lynn, don't...I can't...we can't..." he admonished, but his words trailed off as she giggled and continued to nuzzle his privates.

Dan Bell was a family man -- married 17 years, 3 kids. He had never cheated on his wife before—never even been tempted. Certainly not enticed by the thugs and criminals he hunted and returned to the court system.

"You're overthinking this, sweetie," the woman said teasingly. "We're stuck here in this hotel room for the night; why not make each other feel good? No one ever has to know." She put her face on his crotch and breathed in deeply. "Fuck, Dan, you smell good. I bet you taste good, too." She cut her big brown eyes up at him again.

He felt the blood leaving his head. He hadn't had a blow job in years...decades...he thought of how she'd repeatedly showed him her tongue piercing throughout the day and the crude comments about what she could do with it. She stuck her tongue out again and wiggled the tip suggestively, again showing him the silver metal stud. Dan felt his defenses eroding.

Hands trembling and sweaty, he reached back and unclipped his handcuff keys.

*********


Chapter 1

Farmington, NM

The archaic fax machine was on Will's very last nerve. Suppressing an urge to chuck it out his motel window, he gingerly tried to feed in the paper one sheet at a time. He didn't do "gingerly" very well.

"One more time, Debbie. I think I got it fixed," Will said, jiggling the paper feed a final time while trying to balance the phone to his ear with just his shoulder. "Debbie? You there? Oh, good," he said, "I thought this goddamn thing had dropped another call. Don't worry about page two, just get me the photo."

The fax machine screeched as it jerked to life again, and he watched it grab the paper and slowly feed it through...and slowly get jammed again. The document that came through had several accordion-like pleats in it, and now it looked like the toner was low. He swore loudly with his hand over the phone. His conservative, middle-aged office assistant didn't like foul language, so he usually tried to dial it down a few notches for her.

"Yeah, this could be anyone," he sighed in frustration at the grainy, creased photo. "One more run through of the description?"

"Sure, boss. Brandyne Lynn Fowler. Aka Brandi with an "i", aka Brandy with a "y". White female. Age 27. 120 lbs. 5'3". Red hair. Brown eyes. Last seen in Montrose, CO at a Texaco gas station on route 50, driving a silver late model Chevrolet pickup with AZ tags, 919 RWM —"

Will cut her off. "Good enough. Can't be too many gingers running around in the desert out here. Brown eyes, huh? Don't most redheads have green or blue eyes?"

"Most do, yes," Debbie agreed. "Did the bail piece come through clearly?"

"Clear enough," Will replied gruffly, folding the grainy photo and documents into his back pocket. He unplugged the fax and placed it on top of the small trashcan by the desk. Fucked-up piece of shit, he thought. He'd get a new one when he got back to Tucson.

"Mr. Carlsen, please stick to the rules on this one...," Debbie chastised.

"Now Debbie, quit your nagging. This one is personal. The bitch has just about ruined Dan's life, Christ."

"All the more reason to stick with the rules, Will." Debbie reminded him. "And Dan holds a fair share of the blame for his troubles. Just don't do anything foolish."

Will hissed into the phone and the put it back to his ear. "What was that Debbie? Debb--? You're break-- up, -- losing you, darlin'. Gotta go. Buh-bye."

He flipped his phone closed, finished packing his small duffle, and left the motel room.

*********

Driving from Farmington to Montrose, Will Carlsen thought about his friend and business partner Dan Bell's recent troubles. Nothing like getting stranded in a cheap motel room, handcuffed to a bed, pants around ankles to fuck up a man's life. The motel housekeeper who found him had called the police, somehow it got leaked to the local press, and Dan's wife had found out all the sordid details, right down to the lipstick on his pecker. The valuable bail jumper he'd apprehended had escaped, Dan's wife had taken the kids and gone to stay with his in-laws, and the state of Arizona had suspended his bounty hunter license pending investigation.

Will shook his head angrily. Dan just wasn't the type to do this.

"I'm telling you, Will," Dan had lamented to him. "She's a suckub, er, suckyoo..."

"Succubus?"

"Yeah, that. I swear she cast some kind of spell on me. You didn't hear the things she said to me, Jeezus! Kept sayin' how she loved to suck cock. Said she was a sex addict. Said she would rock my world. I ignored her at first, but eventually...shit I'm so fucked," Dan had sobbed. Actually broke down and sobbed.

"Look, Dan, there was a lead on her heading up towards four corners area. I have a quick job up in that area. If I get any leads, I'll go after her. I promise. I can't fix things up with your old lady, but I can at least get back our share of the bond. That ought to be some comfort," Will assured his friend.

"Don't fall for her feminine wiles," Dan had wailed. "She seemed like kind of a skank when I picked her up, but when she wants to, she can look all sweet and innocent and shit."

Will had laughed. "Dan, don't worry about me. I'm not—," he stopped himself before saying that desperate, "— going to fall for your succubus." The only thing that limited Will's success in scoring with women was time. His job didn't leave him any time to nurture a 'relationship', and too often, his long hours didn't even leave him with time or energy for a hook-up. But lower himself to fuck some bail-jumping slag? Not likely.

He did sympathize with Dan though; after years of what he imagined must be stingily-metered-out, boring married sex, the poor guy deserved a little excitement. "Did she at least finish sucking your cock?" Will had asked.

"Fuck no," Dan had lamented sheepishly, turning beet red. "She got me right there to the edge before she wrangled the cuffs away from me. Left me there with blue balls and a ragin' hard-on. Tied up so I couldn't even...you know."

Yes, Will thought, this bitch was going down.

*********

The Texaco station attendant on duty in Montrose was the kind of distrustful redneck who made it a point to be passive-aggressively unhelpful to any and all strangers not from the local area.

"I done told the sheriff what I know," the redneck said gruffly, eyeing Will with suspicion. "Her truck was broke down and she wanted someone to take a look under her hood. Then she was gone. When I called for a tow truck t' git her truck off my lot, the sheriff showed up sayin' she had a whole mess of warrants out. He searched the truck an' left it, and the tow truck still ain't showed up. And that's alls I know."

"So did you?" Will asked, trying to be patient. "Look under her hood?"

The attendant cut his eyes to a fellow drinking coffee near the counter. They both snickered. "Shore wanted to look under her hood. She was flauntin' her stuff."

"Did she talk to anyone else while she was here?"

"Don't know."

"Okay fine." Will rubbed his hair over his head, smoothing back an unruly lock of blond hair that had come free from the short ponytail at the base of his neck. "Did you see how she left?"

The attendant gave him a deer-in-the-headlights look. "Uh, she walked through that door." He pointed to the store entrance.

Will let out a hiss of frustration. It was shaping up to be one of those days. "No, I mean did she leave the premises by foot, or did she leave with someone?"

"Don't know."

"Well, her truck's still here, and yet she's not. If she didn't fly away, it must be one of the two," Will's patience was rapidly evaporating.

"Boy, I don't really like your attitude," the attendant said menacingly.

But about then the coffee-drinking customer piped in, "Hey fella, I heard her ask someone where she could get a horse."

"What?" Will asked unbelievingly.

"A horse. You know, a four-legged means of transportation. Don't know what the guy told her, but there are some stables right across the road the way. Maybe that's where she went."

"Did you mention that little tidbit to the sheriff when he was here?" Will asked the man. Now that the suspect had fled the state and committed more crimes in Colorado, Will's chances of getting paid for returning her to Pima County depended on him beating the local law enforcement to her.

"Nope. Sheriff didn't ask about that."

"Fucking great," Will muttered, heading out to his truck. "Horses. Fucking great."

*********

The stable attendant at Montrose Outfitters was less belligerent but no more helpful. He offered Will a friendly greeting, but turned nervous and paranoid as soon as Will inquired about Brandi Lynn Fowler. Then suddenly he wasn't sure about anything, including whether a redheaded woman had rented a horse that day or not.

"I'm just saying, we rent a lot of horses here, and I can't keep track of everyone." He fidgeted with the pencil he was holding until it snapped in two.

"How many rentals have you had today?" Will inquired.

"Oh, um," he mopped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the clock, "I really can't say for sure. Fi— I mean, well I—I—I mean quite a few."

"It looks to me like you only have one horse currently out," Will commented casually, examining the dry erase board with a list of what he guessed were the horses' names.

The attendant cut a nervous glance at the board and faultered for an explanation. "Oh, well, hmm...actually I haven't been here all day, so I really don't know what..."

Will had a hunch what the problem was. He leaned against the corner and stared hard into the man's face, trying his best to look intimidating. "So tell me, buddy, this redhead, did she blow you or did you just bend her over the counter here?"

From the man's look of shock and panic, Will knew he was at least close to the mark.

"Look pal, I just really need this job. I fucked up, okay? Yeah, she was short on cash so she offered up a different kind of payment. Pulled her top up and flashed me, right where you're standing. What the fuck did you expect me to do? A dweeb like me don't get to play with titties like that very often. If my boss finds out, he'll kick my ass to the curb. Plus, she didn't have any I.D., and I don't think she was planning on staying within our designated riding area. She was due back an hour ago, and I have this sick feeling we ain't getting ol' Crackerjack back anytime soon."

Will tried to soothe the man's nerves in hopes he'd cough up some useful information. "Look, if you can help me find her, I will do whatever I can to keep your indiscretion under wraps, okay? But I need you to help me figure out where she might have been headed. Did she say anything, give any clues to where she might have been going?"

"Yeah. She asked for the best climbing horse we had. She headed south. I'd guess she was heading up the Uncompahgre."

Will was already dashing out to his truck.

*********

Meredith pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily, while Kyle continued his onslaught of apologies.

"Dr. Lee I'm so sorry! I can't believe I forgot them. Geez, I'm an idiot! I just --"

"Kyle," she snapped, "enough!" Then, suppressing her frustration, she continued more softly, "look, please stop apologizing. I'm not angry. Everyone makes mistakes. Just give me a minute to figure out the best course of action."

It was all her fault for having mentally characterized the weekend field trip as "easy." A quick, final trip of the season to her final study site to collect the final bits of data. So, of course, her undergraduate assistant had forgotten to pack the only special equipment required for this particular trip: the set of Shelby tubes they needed for the soil core samples. And, deviating from her normal control-freak tendencies, Meredith hadn't double-checked his preparations.

It was a beautiful, crisp, early fall afternoon, and the air at her remote study site in southwestern Colorado was fresh and clean. Meredith sat down on a rock and considered her options. They were a half-hour hike from the car, two hours of rough, 4-wheel drive roads to the nearest town, and 5 hrs further from Boulder. If they left now, they could drive to Boulder and back with just enough time to collect the soil tubes, but that would leave no time for the detailed soil descriptions she also needed to get. She had to be back at the university to lecture at 9 a.m on Monday. There might be some Shelby tubes to be borrowed at the Forest Service Station in Montrose, but it was already 3 p.m. on a Friday, and by the time they trekked down the mountain and into town, there would likely be no one on duty until Monday morning.

They could split up, but she didn't feel comfortable leaving her student alone in a remote wilderness area, and besides, Kyle wasn't experienced enough to do the soil descriptions by himself.

"Ok, look, the only way we get everything done is if you drive back and get the tubes, and I stay here and start working on the soil descriptions."

Kyle looked miserable. "Crap, Professor, I feel horrible leaving you here to dig all those pits by yourself. What do you have, ten of them?"

Meredith laughed. "Kyle, believe me, I'd much rather have a strapping young student worker doing all my hard labor for me, but I am fully capable of digging ten soil pits on my own. I dug hundreds of them in graduate school, and that hasn't been too many years ago.

"Just throw my camping gear out of the car and take off. Tent, sleeping bag, my duffle, the small cooler, and one of the water jugs -- and make a list this time!"

He hurriedly scribbled the list she dictated in his field notebook.

"Doc, wait, what if someone steals your stuff back at camp? You'll be stuck here without supplies until tomorrow afternoon...."

"Not likely. You saw the campground; it's deserted. Most of the summer vacation crowd is past, and hunting season is weeks away. "

"What about bears?"

"Leave the bear spray."

"I don't like this."

"I don't care. Go! Time's a'wastin'!" She was already slicing the shovel into the dry embankment.

She was his boss, an authority figure, but she was also a petite, young, attractive woman. He didn't like the thought of leaving her alone and on foot on top of a mountain, especially because of his own dumb ass-ery. But, he reluctantly followed her orders and turned back into the direction of the vehicle.

*********

Meredith worked until the late afternoon sun cast insufficient light to work by, then she packed her equipment into her daypack and stowed it in one of the partially-excavated pits. She had gotten three soil pits dug and collected part of the data on them and would continue the work in the morning. Now, she needed to set up camp and get some food. She realized she'd eaten nothing since breakfast, and her stomach was growling.

Walking back towards camp, she noted obvious sign someone had been by on a horse very recently. She must have only just missed them. She was glad to see they were heading into the backcountry and not towards her campground.

She spied something lying on the ground and picked it up; it was a leather bag, she thought of the type that attached to a motorcycle...or maybe a saddle. It must have been dropped by whoever had just ridden by. Perhaps she could catch them on their way out. Hitching it over her shoulder, she moved to continue down the trail, but was startled to see a large man standing in the path.

He was staring right at her. Her hackles were immediately raised, even before he broke out in a run towards her. Terrified, she turned and fled.

Panic engulfed her as she realized she had nowhere to go except further into the vast wilderness area. But, maybe she could catch up with whoever was on the horse. She tried screaming but realized it sucked precious oxygen, so she just put all her energy into running.

She stumbled on a rock, hit her knee hard on the ground, but somehow bounced back up with only a second or two lost.

Her pursuer was gaining on her. When she knew capture was inevitable, she turned to fight, hitting him as hard as she could with the saddle bag. It was surprisingly heavy and made a good projectile weapon. The blow knocked him off balance a little bit, but before she could bring it around for a second strike, he swept her legs out from under her, and she hit the ground hard, getting her breath temporarily knocked out of her. He scrambled around and pounced on top of her.

Desperately she struggled, still gasping to refill her lungs, but he easily pinned her much smaller body beneath his, and in a few more seconds had her wrists pinned above her head.

"Game's up, baby," he drawled, his mouth right next to her ear.