Revolting

"How are you going to do this?" Frankie asked as he eyed Hannah like the dangerous, feral animal she was. She was now dressed in pastel pink colored nursing scrubs that were a few sizes too big. The uniform made her look more like a mental patient than a medical professional. "You can't carry her over your shoulder all the way to New York."

Michael rubbed his stubbled jaw and considered the situation carefully. He knew all too well that if he set her down on her feet, she would run. Any and every time he turned his back, she would be running. But Frankie was right, it would not be comfortable for either of them if he carried her like a log on his shoulder the whole way.

"What if you carried her on your back, piggy-back style?" Sarah suggested.

Frankie looked at Michael's back as he considered it. "That might work, as long as she doesn't try to choke you from behind."

Considering the dirty look she was giving him at that moment, she would definitely try it if she was given the chance to wrap her hands around his throat.

"You could make a sling, like moms use to carry their babies," Caroline suggested. "Tie it over one shoulder and across your chest, to support her hips."

Frankie's brother Boyd was listening to the conversation with silent interest. He gestured something with his hands, but the others in the group just looked at him blankly. He gave an exaggerated and exasperated sigh, and then proceeded to pantomime out his idea. He took his belt and mock-tied his own hands, and then jumped on his brother's back. He showed how, with his hands tied, he could easily use his restraints to choke his brother. Next he held up one finger, untied his own hands and rearranged them, so that one hand was over Frankie's right shoulder, and one hand was under his left arm, and then the belt crossed over Frankie's chest. Now, when Boyd pretended to struggle, there was no way for him to get the belt around Frankie's neck, instead it just pulled harmlessly across his pectoral muscles.

"Ah, I see!" Michael nodded. "That's perfect. But this is going to take a group effort. Someone to hold her on my back, someone to tie her hands, someone to tie the blanket under her." He made a face. "She's not going to like this." Lonnie shrugged, "Well, what's the alternative?"

Michael didn't like the idea of other men touching his mate, but he needed several pairs of strong hands to get everything in place. He knelt on the ground in front of where Hannah was sitting. Frankie and Lonnie carefully picked her up under her arms. As soon as they touched her, she began to alternate between growling and screaming like a banshee, as she thrashed and fought against their touch. They persevered and pressed her against Michael's back. Boyd worked quickly to untie her hands. Sarah stood on one side holding one hand, and Caroline stood at the other, trying to hold her hands and restrain her as she fought wildly against her abductors. She got several good scratches in, raising bloody welts across Michael's back and shoulders, as well as getting a handful of Caroline's hair. When the women finally pried her fingers loose, there was a clump of hair snagged between her fingers, and Caroline was swearing like a sailor. Boyd finally succeeded in tying the small woman's hands across Michael's broad chest, just as he had demonstrated, but then there was the problem of her legs.

"You can't leave them loose, she'll kick the shit out of you." Lonnie said scratching his head.

Boyd had another solution. He tore more long strips out of Michael's already ruined t-shirt, and after another fight and struggle with the woman, managed to loop the restrains under her knee's, cinching the binding around Michael's waist. Lastly Sarah produced an old bedsheet from her supplies, and they tied it like a giant baby-sling, so that most of her weight was actually supported by his shoulder, and not his back.

Strangely enough, once the sling was pressing her close against his back, she stopped fighting. Michael could feel her chest heaving for breath against his back. He could also feel her small firm breasts pressed against him through the thin barrier of their clothes, he could feel her heart thumping against his spine, he could feel the electrical charge passing between them every place their bare skin rubbed. Her warm breath was fanning the back of neck, and her scent, heightened by the heat of her struggle, enveloped him like an aphrodisiac cloud.

It was going to be a long, long walk.

They set out through the woods, moving towards the south-west, and the nearest human town. Frankie and Boyd took the lead, followed by Michael with his precious cargo, and then the other's behind. They moved slower than they normally did, and chose the easiest terrain. They avoided the roads and trails. They might have passed as scraggly human hikers or simple vagrants, but if anyone happened to noticed the way that Hannah had been lashed to Michael's back, they would think they were kidnappers. No one would understand that, although they had taken Hannah against her will, it wasn't a kidnapping, it was a rescue mission.

A strange thing began to happen as they pushed on through the spring woods. There was a subtle change in the scent that surrounded Michael. That sweet, sugar cookie goodness was growing stronger, heavier and more intoxicating with every step he took. He could do nothing but grit his teeth against the desire that was burning in his blood, but it seemed like the more he fought it, the worse it became. Gradually, a sweet musk began to intermingle with her normal scent. Realization hit Michael like a brick.

She's aroused. He was smelling her desire.

He groaned out loud and stopped for a moment, leaning his weight forward to take the pressure off from his shoulder. Behind him he heard a slight mewling sound, and felt her shift, using the new position to press her core against the small of his back, and rub her breasts deliberately against his back. "Oh for the love of the Moon, Hannah, don't do that." He growled, reaching behind him to try and reposition her to a more neutral position.

She responded by gripping him around his flanks with her strong, slender thighs, while pressing her palms flat against his chest. He felt something warm and wet move across the back of his shoulder, dangerously close to his marking-spot. She had licked him, he realized, and swore under his breath. His self-control was dangling by a thread. He wanted nothing more than to untangle her from the strange harness, to taste her sweetness and bury himself in her softness, and to claim what was rightfully his. But it wouldn't be right, to take advantage of her when she wasn't really in her right mind. Even if it seemed like that was what she wanted at the moment. And she definitely wanted it.

"You okay there? Do you need a rest?" Caroline and Lonnie were approaching him from behind.

"Nope," Michael growled. "Let's keep going."

He straightened his back, and gravity pulled Hannah's small body lower. He heard her dis-satisfied grunt as he began hiking once again. "We'll rest when we reach town." He looked down at the tent in his shorts and shook his head. "You will be the death of me woman," he said lowly, so that only she could hear him.

Hannah responded by biting him on the back. Hard.