Primitive Military Hunting - 3A

The Marine's first look at his captors was when he was all tangled in the bola weapons. He was facing up, and saw his captors looking down at him holding different primitive weapons. He thought to himself that he would not go down like this, his modern rifle was far superior than a bunch of spears that his captors were holding. But he realized that his fall made him lose grip of his rifle, and although within reach, the bola weapons really pinned his hands and arms against his body rendering them useless. He struggled all his might but he was stuck. He squirmed and struggled as much as he could, but was to no avail, he could wiggle his body a bit but really not providing any freedom that he was hoping he could get to be able to fight back. Realizing that it was futile, he switched his thought to his captors. During his mission briefing he was warned of the local militants in charge of the area, but these guys were not them.

His captors were humanoid, but nothing that he was every expected or prepared for. They're big and muscular, bald, with markings on their skins, and oh their skin was purple. They were grunting and talking in a language that he didn't recognize.  

"I jakkonxok, i fipp neh wivth!" He said, trying to reason with his captors in a local language that he had learned for months trying to say that he surrendered and that he would not fight back. But the captors didn't seem to react like they understood him, they kept on screaming and grunting and poking him with the spears. 

The Marine squirmed some more not entirely appreciating being poked with a bunch of sharp objects. He was about to try to communicate with his captors again, when one of the captors blew a dart from his pipe and the dart landed directly on his vulnerable neck. He was able to utter a couple of words and squirm for another few seconds when suddenly whatever the dart injected into his neck made his lose control of all his muscles. His speech became a slur and gibberish moan. His body went totally limp with all the muscles in his entire body going completely numb and useless. He could still see, feel, and mumble a little bit, but he totally had no control of his body anymore. In a way it was very relaxing, but at the same time it was frightening for him, not being able to defend himself. Because he could still feel, the pokes of the spears made a weird sensation on his limp body. Then he felt a strange warm sensation around his crotch area, that's when he realized that the dart had also relaxed his bladder muscles and he peed all over himself. It's true that laughter is a universal language, because he understood that his captors were laughing at his embarrassing situation. 

Satisfied that the Marine posed no more threat to the captors, they started manhandling the Marine's helpless body trying to remove his weapons and gear. They obviously were not familiar with modern clothing items that it took them a while to remove his jacket, plate carrier, and jacket. They resorted to using their knifes to remove a couple of items after giving up for not being able to figure out simple buckles. In what felt to be an eternity finally the Marines was completely disarmed only left in his undershirt, pants and boots. 

He was then dragged by his booted feet to a new location facing up only being able to stare blankly at the sky. After what felt like another eternity, he started to hear some commotion. Some groaning and gibberish together with some moaning. As he was getting close to his final location, to his relief he started to feel like he's starting to have control of his muscles. The dart would not last forever he thought, tying to get control of his body as much as he could. 

The captors then finally stopped dragging him and left him face up on the ground. He started to be able move some of his limbs after a while. But before he was able to fully control his body to support himself, the captor maneuvered his body so that he was on one knee. The captor carefully made sure that the Marine was able to keep hold himself up, which after a few more minutes he was starting to be able to. But while he was still very weak, the capture carefully wrapped a piece of rope around both his wrists, knotting it tightly after he was satisfied. Before he could really move his arms, the captor then tightly wrapped more rope around his elbows tying them tightly together behind his back. The state of his muscles really made him more flexible that he actually was typically.  As his muscles slowly coming back to their full strength, he started to feel how restrictive the ropes were restraining his arms. It's totally unnecessary when he was in this docile state, but the rest of his captors were standing guard one the side ready to attack with their spears or even shoot him with another dart if he's fighting too much.

During this entire procession he was also able to see the source of the groaning and moaning. The scene in front of him while he was being tied up really terrified him, because it's showing what the captors had in store for him.......