Prompt: Hikers meet on a trail and get along well, but one isn’t being truthful. When an accident happens, someone gets taken advantage of.

“Have you ever hiked this part of the ridge?” she said, brushing sweat from her face.

It had been a few hours since they run across each other, and a few miles now. Women rarely hiked alone, but Alice had been, and Dave was certainly happy enough to let her tag along. He’d been on his own solo through hike for the last few days, and if he was being honest, had gotten a little lonely walking along the trail in silence. Alice seemed to appreciate his jokes, and the sight of her slim body walking in front of him was a welcome sight.

“The rocks can be slick here, so, just be careful,” she said, smiling back at him.

The trail was along the north side of a sharp ridge. Moss covered the rocks as they slanted down to boulders below.

“Uh, is there another way around?” Dave asked, feeling his boot slip an inch as he tried to steady against the uphill tree roots.

Alice, who was much smaller, and lighter, picked her foot placement carefully, “just follow my steps,” she told him.

Dave’s legs wobbled as he took another step, mirroring hers.

“This is really steep.”

“Yea, I think most people take the south side trail..” she told him.

Dave hadn’t really realized there was a south trail. He had mostly been following Alice, as she seemed to know the path. In all honesty, he hadn’t looked at his map in over an hour.

“Maybe we should double back?”

“I mean.. you’re already half way, we’re nearly there,” Alice said, a few steps from the other side of the slick rocks.

She looked back with encouragement, pointing out his next step.

“You’re doing really great.”

As Alice smiled, Dave felt his foot slip, his legs opened wide as his pack lurched, throwing his balance. He felt a sharp pinch in his knee as he twisted, letting out a grunt as his hands tried to catch his balance. It was no use, already unbalanced, his pack took him downhill, rolling back as his leg bent unnaturally.

Screaming as he collapsed into a rock formation below, Dave tried to adjust himself, his legs wedged at terrible angles.

“Oh fuck!” Alice called down, watching Dave come to a rest between the rocks.

“Hold on, I can get to you. Fuck, your legs..”

Alice moved quickly, deftly, sliding down on her butt, controlling herself to the rocks and scampering across to him.

“Fuck, ok, ok, let me cut your pack off, your stuck.”

Dave, grimaced, groaning as he nodded.

“Do you have a knife?”

Dave shook his head no. Alice quickly slipped off her own pack and dug her hand, pulling out a knife from somewhere within. Carefully, she slipped the blade under the straps, cutting Dave free. With her leg, she kicked the pack, sending it careening down to other rocks below.

“Ok, give me your hand.”

Alice though much smaller than Dave, surprised him with her strength and used her legs to pull. Dave used his other hand, letting out a scream as they lifted his body from between two massive boulders.

“Jesus Christ.. thank you, thank you. Oh my god I’m so fucked.”

Dave struggled to move his right leg. No exposed bone but limp and twisted in an unnatural way. The other leg seemed okay, other than bloodied and bruised.

“Let me get a splint, hold on, don’t move.”

Dave tried to breath, feeling the panic clutching his chest as he watched as Alice. She scooted along the rocks, hoping across to find two straightish sticks. Pulling off her shirt, she ripped it into two strips of cloth and started to tie it around his leg in a makeshift way.

Dave, though unfocused, couldn’t help but stare at her chest, spilling out of her sports bra as she hunched over his leg.

“Okay, okay, you’re going to be okay. There’s a cabin just a little further up, we can make it there and then call for help. They always have a radio.”

With the sun high in the sky, they moved slow Dave mostly leaning on Alice as she helped pull him over the rocks and climb back up to the trail. On the other side, back on dirt, she found him a stick and together they made a makeshift crutch, hobbling towards the cabin. By the time it was in sight, night was creeping in, the sun disappeared over the ridge.

Alice pushed open the door, “Okay, lay on the table, and let me look at your leg.”

“Can you call for help first, please,” Dave asked, though more begging.

“Oh, yes, of course, I’ll use the radio in the back.”

Dave looked around. The cabin was tidy, but empty. In the middle of the main room there was a long table.

Alice’s muffled voice reached him from another room, “Calling for help from north ridge cabin, I’ve got someone with a broken leg.”

Dave didn’t hear a response, but was exhausted and leaned back on the table. Carefully he lifted his broken limb, painfully lifting it onto the table before scooting to the center and laying back.

“Ok, they said someone is coming,” Alice said, reappearing, “let me see that leg now.”

Dave grunted as she started to slowly untie the wraps, pain radiating up his body.

“God that hurts.”

“Yea it looks super fucked,” she said, her eyes focused his limb.

Uncovered, his pantleg showed blood but covered any wounds. Frowning Alice pulled the blade from her pocket.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I’ve got to get these off you if I’m going to get a good look.”

“It’s going to be too painful. I can’t, please. We should just wait.”

“We have to, we can’t let this fester.”

Closing his eyes, Dave fixed his eyes on the ceiling, gritting his teeth as Alice began to tug. Her knife slid along the thin material easily cutting it with the sharp blade. She moved it all the way up, cutting the waistband even and nicking his abdomen.

“What the fuck, be careful, fuck,” Dave yelled, grabbing at the cut.

“Don’t be a baby, it was just a little cut.” she scolded.

Moving to the other leg, she started to slide the knife.

“Wait, why do you need to cut that one? Stop.”

“Look I’m just trying to help you. Do you not want my help?” she questioned forcefully, “I literally saved your life.”

Dave really just wanted to lay there and wait, but didn’t protest. She had saved him. The pain made it harder to think, making everything a fog. Quickly she sliced the other side, tossing the front of his pants to one side. Her hands slowly slid over the broken limb. It was already blackened with bruising, blood pooling under the skin.

“Do you feel light headed? It looks really fucked up,” she said, almost gleefully.

“It hurts a lot.”

Carefully she walked around him, crouching next to the table. Dave could hear the jangle of metal as she pulled something from under the table.

“What is that?” he questioned as she grabbed his hand, ratcheting a metal cuff around his wrist.

“What the fuck!” he yelled out, pulling hard against it as she grabbed his other hand, using her body weight to pull it back and snapping the cuff around it.

“Stop! What are you doing! Take these off!”

He yelled at her, lifting his head and shifting back and forth, pulling against the restraints.

“You were moving too much, this is for your own good,” she told him, smiling as she moved to his good leg. In the table between his legs was a hole. Easily she slipped the rope through the hole and around, sliding a knot up to trap it down to the table, leaving only his broken leg free.

With a grin, she tugged at the waistband of his skintight boxer briefs.

“I’ve never seen a break this bad,” she admitted, licking her lips, “seeing you fall, I’ve been thinking about this moment since.”

As she spoke, her hand slid down his underwear, her fingers curling around his prick as her other hand wrapped just below his knee, squeezing.

The confusion of her fondling him was quickly replaced with hot white pain as Dave shrieked.

“Do you like that?” she cooed, gripping his soft cock.

Dave’s muscles tightened, thrashing like an animal, trying to escape, “let me go, get off of me.”

Carefully, she slide the knife, cutting open the front of his underwear.

“It’s going to hurt until you make me cum,” she whispered, “you’re not going anywhere until I get my reward for saving your life.”