Surviving The Past: Complete (MM/F)
Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2021 11:36 pm
“Hoo-h’HOO-hoo-hoo,” an owl screamed in the middle of the darkened Monongahela National Forest in West Virginia. Five tents of thick grey canvas stood in a circle, and a fire pit with two sleepy men burned in their midst. In one tent, Freya slept deep and dreamlessly under a woolen blanket. She wore a Victorian long white nightgown. Her shoulder-long, walnut brown hair fell over the edges of the rigid, sheep skin-covered camp bed. A cameraman filmed the 18-year-old. Freya had been thrilled for tonight, but the production crew had made her walk a long hike during the day. Now, she slept like a log. Without unease, she breathed through her half-open mouth and rolled around on the bed.
At three in the morning, two men and another cameraman slipped into the tent and knelt down next to Freya. In coordination, one man seized her arms while the other pressed a cloth between her teeth. A figure-eight knot in the middle filled most of her mouth and removed her breath.
“Ieehhff, ieeehh,” Freya screeched as the gag was fastened behind her head. It took a few seconds for her to calm and breathe through her nose. One intruder pulled Freya up by her wrists and flung her over his shoulder as they dashed out of the tent.
“Halt, stop. Stand still!” one guard by the campfire shouted. He fruitlessly chased down the abductors, but it was too late. They had entered the cover of the night already.
The man holding Freya pressed her arms and head against his belly with one hand, and his other arm wrapped around her hips that hung over his shoulder. The two men, two cameramen, and a producer ran away from the tents. Guided by the full moon, they jumped at the exact right moment not to trip over the many rocks and branches. Freya hung upside down, and many unexpected bumps made it an unpleasant journey for her. Conscious and disturbed, she screamed into the gag and kicked into his back as he trembled through the ferns and piles of leaves. It had begun.
“Stop it,” the man hissed, and Freya reddened. She recognized him: Roman Byrd, the television survival expert. The stern, trustworthy voice of the green-eyed Minnesota wildman had narrated sketchy wilderness adventures for half of her youth. Now, she was on his show Surviving The Past, where he reenacted historic survival scenarios. The producers had barred her from meeting him earlier in the day to capture their first impression of each other. It was too good to be true that he carried her through the woods she had traversed a zillion times. Playing her damsel role, she kicked him again, instinctively knowing a camera filmed the incident. Roman groaned, making Freya blush once more.
“This slows us down. We should tie her up,” Finley Vega, Roman’s cohost, stated, reaching for his backpack. He showed four coils of hemp rope to the camera. With his long, raven black hair, Freya deemed him less handsome. But still, meeting him was also a dream coming true.
Roman lay Freya on a large flat boulder, planted his knee softly on her shoulder, and bent her arms behind her back such that her hands grabbed her elbows. He turned to the camera and explained the situation while binding her wrists. “As Etha kept struggling, and as Isaac’s and William’s journey north would take many more days, they had to bind the 16-year old girl. Now the entire British force spread throughout the woods hunting down the rebels who stole their colonel’s daughter. Isaac and William had to hurry, but now also discovered that William’s backpack with food and water still lay in the tent. Isaac had little himself. This had become a survival situation while they also had a captive and a small army chasing them. Etha, Isaac, and William’s unique story forces us to determine whether this is an old myth or whether this ridiculous plot is plausible.”
Roman finished the tie, and Freya marked it was tight. Several cinches made sure wiggling out would be hard. The rope was less abrasive than she had expected, but it had enough bite that it would not slip loose. Next, Roman tied a second rope around her upper arms and under her breasts, so her wrists could never slide out.
“Freya is a local eagle scout who started her environmental studies degree this fall,” Finley explained. Meanwhile, he stuck Freya’s bare ankles together with rope. “She spent half her youth in these forests and has been tied up plenty of times. She’s a perfect victim for this experiment. As usual, we stick to the scenario as close as possible, and so Freya will stay tied up all the time. We’ll track her and her health to make sure she stays safe and sane.”
“Yes, but to encourage her to escape, we offer her a 25000 dollar scholarship if she manages to break free,” Roman interrupted his colleague. “We’ll be nice and friendly to Freya as Isaac and William were during the war. She will not escape nor taste freedom. It will be a real battle between the three of us.”
Freya nodded to confirm this agreement. She had signed the contract and waiver the previous day in astonishment that the show was real. The scenario was scripted, but the obstacles and challenges were genuine.
“You stay no chance,” Roman whispered in Freya’s ear as Finley bound Freya’s knees together over the white nightgown. “Try whatever you want, but you will lose.” Roman picked her up again, one arm under her knees and supporting her back, and the two continued their nightly walk. Freya, starstruck, was delighted with her gag. She had no snarky reply to Roman’s taunting but craved to beat him.
At three in the morning, two men and another cameraman slipped into the tent and knelt down next to Freya. In coordination, one man seized her arms while the other pressed a cloth between her teeth. A figure-eight knot in the middle filled most of her mouth and removed her breath.
“Ieehhff, ieeehh,” Freya screeched as the gag was fastened behind her head. It took a few seconds for her to calm and breathe through her nose. One intruder pulled Freya up by her wrists and flung her over his shoulder as they dashed out of the tent.
“Halt, stop. Stand still!” one guard by the campfire shouted. He fruitlessly chased down the abductors, but it was too late. They had entered the cover of the night already.
The man holding Freya pressed her arms and head against his belly with one hand, and his other arm wrapped around her hips that hung over his shoulder. The two men, two cameramen, and a producer ran away from the tents. Guided by the full moon, they jumped at the exact right moment not to trip over the many rocks and branches. Freya hung upside down, and many unexpected bumps made it an unpleasant journey for her. Conscious and disturbed, she screamed into the gag and kicked into his back as he trembled through the ferns and piles of leaves. It had begun.
“Stop it,” the man hissed, and Freya reddened. She recognized him: Roman Byrd, the television survival expert. The stern, trustworthy voice of the green-eyed Minnesota wildman had narrated sketchy wilderness adventures for half of her youth. Now, she was on his show Surviving The Past, where he reenacted historic survival scenarios. The producers had barred her from meeting him earlier in the day to capture their first impression of each other. It was too good to be true that he carried her through the woods she had traversed a zillion times. Playing her damsel role, she kicked him again, instinctively knowing a camera filmed the incident. Roman groaned, making Freya blush once more.
“This slows us down. We should tie her up,” Finley Vega, Roman’s cohost, stated, reaching for his backpack. He showed four coils of hemp rope to the camera. With his long, raven black hair, Freya deemed him less handsome. But still, meeting him was also a dream coming true.
Roman lay Freya on a large flat boulder, planted his knee softly on her shoulder, and bent her arms behind her back such that her hands grabbed her elbows. He turned to the camera and explained the situation while binding her wrists. “As Etha kept struggling, and as Isaac’s and William’s journey north would take many more days, they had to bind the 16-year old girl. Now the entire British force spread throughout the woods hunting down the rebels who stole their colonel’s daughter. Isaac and William had to hurry, but now also discovered that William’s backpack with food and water still lay in the tent. Isaac had little himself. This had become a survival situation while they also had a captive and a small army chasing them. Etha, Isaac, and William’s unique story forces us to determine whether this is an old myth or whether this ridiculous plot is plausible.”
Roman finished the tie, and Freya marked it was tight. Several cinches made sure wiggling out would be hard. The rope was less abrasive than she had expected, but it had enough bite that it would not slip loose. Next, Roman tied a second rope around her upper arms and under her breasts, so her wrists could never slide out.
“Freya is a local eagle scout who started her environmental studies degree this fall,” Finley explained. Meanwhile, he stuck Freya’s bare ankles together with rope. “She spent half her youth in these forests and has been tied up plenty of times. She’s a perfect victim for this experiment. As usual, we stick to the scenario as close as possible, and so Freya will stay tied up all the time. We’ll track her and her health to make sure she stays safe and sane.”
“Yes, but to encourage her to escape, we offer her a 25000 dollar scholarship if she manages to break free,” Roman interrupted his colleague. “We’ll be nice and friendly to Freya as Isaac and William were during the war. She will not escape nor taste freedom. It will be a real battle between the three of us.”
Freya nodded to confirm this agreement. She had signed the contract and waiver the previous day in astonishment that the show was real. The scenario was scripted, but the obstacles and challenges were genuine.
“You stay no chance,” Roman whispered in Freya’s ear as Finley bound Freya’s knees together over the white nightgown. “Try whatever you want, but you will lose.” Roman picked her up again, one arm under her knees and supporting her back, and the two continued their nightly walk. Freya, starstruck, was delighted with her gag. She had no snarky reply to Roman’s taunting but craved to beat him.