It's been a while now. Uncle Studd has been hearing the desperate cries of his nephew, but as he reaches the clearing where they're keeping him, and carefully crawls in a close enough distance, he determines that it's a trap, and refrains from rushing in. His superior hunting skills enabled him to detect the two scoundrels hiding around, and he decides it best to take them out one at a time.
Turning around the general area feeds him more precious information : the two scoundrels, a female panther and a male wolf, don't appear particularly well-built or skilled in the art of hiding... shouldn't be too hard. His impression is reinforced when he sees the female walking away...
Silence, except for the routine buzzing noises of the forest, has mostly resumed.
Bunky's still hanging upside down, and although his captors have stopped tormenting him, he keeps crying out from time to time, uncomfortable from the blood concentrating in his head. Suddenly a hand is clamped over his mouth. "Shhh..." his uncle's voice whispers in his ear. "It's me, son, I'm here to save you! just take it easy and stay quiet. Okay?" Bunky nods. He then carefully turns to see where the male captor is. He's sitting back to a tree, looking bored out of his mind, or asleep.
Studd suddenly jumps right in front of him. "Wakey wakey, asshole..." The wolf looks up in a panic, and right as he instinctively reaches for his gun, there's the barrel of a shotgun right under his nose. "Nu-uh. Don't even think of this. Get up."
The wolf obeys, shivering from the abruptness of the assault, and fear... "W... where's Sonia??" he babbles, more to himself than really to his attacker, as he looks around for his partner. Studd just stands there, grinning. "How dare you do this to my nephew..." he growls, pointing at Bunky. "Now you'll have to pay." The wolf opens his mouth to respond something; Studd presses the barrel of his shotgun against his chest. "Take off your clothes." The wolf looks up in disbelief. He decides it's not a good time to negotiate and starts taking his jacket off. As he gets to unbuckling his pants, he feels pressed to try something.
"Look man. About your nephew... I was about to let him go!" "Sure", Studd chuckles. The wolf instinctively chuckles back, nervously, looking around, waiting for his female partner to intervene at any moment. He needed to distract this demented guy for as long as possible. "Yeah I swear... I was gonna do that..." his voice gets lower; he tries taking off his pants as slowly as possible, trying to save enough time for Sonia to come back... but the uncle just gets more threatening. "Cut the strip tease off, buddy, I don't swing that way. Just take the damn pants off..." The wolf jumps a little, taken aback by that bit, and quickly gets rid of his pants. That's embarrassing... "Look old man", he cries back. "I don't really give a fuck about all that nature stuff. I went along to impress that girl. It was all her idea, but I didn't like what she did, that's why I was gonna cut your kid loose now that she's away..."
Studd just keeps grinning and chuckling. He patiently lets his captive run his mouth and throw his partner under the bus, as he's now down to his trunks, wondering if he should take them off too.
Studd suddenly bursts out laughing. "Oh yeah, son, I've been there. What wouldn't a dude do to get laid huh?" The wolf laughs too, nervously. "Yeah, yeah, haha!" "Even capture, hang up and torture an innocent lad!" "Yeah! can you take me down??" the high pitched voice of Bunky cries behind them. "Hahaha..." the wolf's laughter becomes faker and faker, until it dies completely while he fails to swallow. He notices suddenly that the guy has stopped laughing, and is now growling, his eyes, staring down at him, darts poisoned with hate. "Back against the tree." Studd finally commands, aiming the shotgun at his head. "W... what are you gonna do..? you can't just shoot me??" "Back against the tree, scum." "Don't kill me man... please..." the young wolf sobs as he obeys. Studd goes behind the tree, grabs his wrists, and ties them behind the trunk firmly. Taking his time at that, too. Where in Hell is Sonia?? did she leave when she realized he was in trouble? The uncle then does the same thing with his ankles, and comes back in front of him to review his work.
The wolf is in an uncomfortable position, his feet forced way behind his center of gravity, his weight pulling him down, his back rubbing against the tree bark; he whimpers as he fights to avoid slipping. The realization that nobody's coming to save him is finally sinking in.
"Come on, man, you've got to let me go..." "What's that?" Studd grins, pressing the barrel of the gun against the wolf's stomach. The wolf's silent, his entire body pulsating with adrenalin. "My hearing's a bit bad. What did you say?" "I... I'm sorry!" he screams. "I won't pursue eco-thots ever again, I swear!! just let me go, man, please!! don't hurt me..." "Son..." he says, lowering the gun, pressing the barrel against the young male's crotch. "You've got to stop thinking with this..." he pokes the terrified wolf a few times; then slowly moves the barrel up to his head, pressing it against the wolf's maw. "...And start using this instead. That clear?" He waits for a response that never comes.
"Doesn't matter if you did that to get in your friend's pants, you're still a fucking tree-hugger to me. But I understand your plight, young man, so she's gonna hug this tree with you."
"Huh??" the wolf lets out, surprised, as Studd disappears behind a bush. To his dismay, he comes back shortly afterwards, carrying Sonia, bound and gagged. And fuming. The wolf can't pick up his jaw from the ground, as his hands are tied behind the tree; if he had felt doomed before, now he just stared blankly at a fate worse than death.
"I think she's heard everything you've said, son," Studd sneers as he notices she's looking angrier at her male partner than at him. "So better enjoy your time there, I doubt she gonna wanna see ya ever again..." Quickly, he strips her of some of her clothes, pulls her pants down, and ties the two fuckers together. Making sure, still, to not tie the female too tight, since he's a gentleman. He then gags the male, and finally turns his attention to his nephew. Poor lad was red from hanging head down for hours.
"There sonny", he says cheerfully, pulling his arm under Bunky's body to prevent him from falling, as he swiftly cuts the rope tying him upside down. "Let's get out of here!"
