“Your visit was so short.”
“That’s fine. We’ll see each other again. We need to put a tracking device in Maggy.”
“Yeah.”
“Hey, guys.” Zelda appeared carrying firewood. “Mornin’.”
“Morning.”
“How’d everyone sleep?”
“Fantastic. I have Wolfie’s breath on the back of my neck.”
“Lucky you. You got to sleep with all the little ones.”
Maggy took that moment to cry, her high-pitched wails echoing into the woods. The flap on the tent was tossed back, as Wolfie appeared, bedraggled and bleary-eyed. He carried Maggy, as she clung to him. He ambled over, sniffing the air. Connor had his camera, and he took several pictures, as they looked utterly adorable together.
The young ape handed the baby to me. “Thanks.”
“Ggggrrr…” He wandered over to the trees to relieve himself, urinating on a trunk.
After I had breastfed Maggy, I found Leonard and Pooky together talking. “What’s going on?”
“We leave soon.”
“I’m dirty. I gotta clean off.” I handed the baby to Zelda.
Leonard got to his feet, towering over me. “We find hot water.”
My eyes flew wide. “Seriously? Oh, my God, that’s so awesome.” Pooky shot to his feet, dashing into the woods. “Where the hell is he going?”
Leonard grinned. “Hot water.”
A prick of awareness went down my spine. These apes had something up their sleeve. Leonard and I followed Pooky, while the peacefulness of the forest surrounded us. The only sound was the wind rustling through the leaves. An assortment of wildflowers: pink daisies, tall-bluebells, and fuchsias spotted the path. These flowers were sparse, but colorful. We rounded a boulder-strewn gorge, descending towards the resonance of trickling water. The rocks here were slippery, as moss made them treacherous.
I spied the hot spring then. Maples and red alders surrounded a small pool, which reflected sunlight. A waterfall seemed to be connected to a stream that ran nearby. Without another thought, I stepped out of the hiking shoes, leaving them on a nearby rock. My shorts and shirt were next. The Sasquatches had already submerged, dunking and scrubbing their faces in the water. I sat on a rock, sliding into the glorious heat.
“Oh, nice.”
With an eagerness I could hardly contain, I began to scrub myself in every possible nook and cranny, submerging to wash my hair. This bath was a luxury, and I indulged in every second of the cleaning process. Hands gripped my waist, and I found myself in Leonard’s arms.
“Ggggrrrr…”
Pooky waded over, and I knew exactly what these naughty boys had in mind. He came in behind me, and I found myself wedged between two horny apes. A hot, slinky tongue was on my neck, while Leonard kissed me, gently seducing me with his lips and tongue. Pooky’s hand drifted down my back, massaging as it went, although its final destination was my bottom. He slid lower, rubbing my pussy.
“Oh, you…dirty boys,” I moaned.
My breasts were in Leonard’s hands. The heat of the water had released my milk, and, after he took a nipple into his mouth, I began to spray a thin stream of white. This wet his face, droplets falling from the fur. He suckled the other nipple, and both sprayed in unison.
“Milky Porsche.”
“Oh, Leonard.”
Pooky’s finger drove into my velvety folds, teasing me mercilessly. Then he rubbed my throbbing nub, inflaming me even further. I leaned into him, my head resting on his shoulder. A low growl tore from Leonard’s throat, while he grabbed me, bringing me to the water’s edge. I found myself sitting, as he separated my thighs, his expression tense, interested, and predatory. He licked my belly, leaving a heated streak of saliva. Then he descended, driving the entire length of his tongue into me. I flung my head back, nearly smacking it against the rock. The sensation was indescribable. I could feel him deep inside of me, rubbing and twirling, massaging every inch of my anatomy.
Not to be left out, Pooky neared, holding the pinkish expanse of his cock. His eyes flashed in a carnal light, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. “Good, Porsche…” he rasped.
I drowned in the pleasure of what Leonard was doing, but I craved more, and I knew these boys would be happy to oblige. Pooky scooted nearer, impatient for me to taste him. I sucked eagerly, enjoying the oral stimulation. It was a struggle to concentrate on him, as Leonard had discovered something sensitive within me. He pressed his tongue against it, over and over. I tingled, shivering with pleasure.
“Oh!”
I’d barely uttered that word before Pooky’s cock slid to my throat, nearly choking me. He groaned low and guttural. His face was a mask of rapture. I reached for his balls; the heavy-looking sacs hung low between his thighs. Giving them a squeeze, the Sasquatch roared suddenly, as the tip of his cock burst with a thick jet of creamy fluid.
“Oh, Pooky!”
He moaned, dousing my chest with the sticky concoction. Leonard had brought me nearly to the edge of orgasm, his tongue suddenly sliding free. I had been so close. I mumbled my displeasure, but he positioned himself between my thighs a moment later, his thick root pushing against my clit. Then he dipped lower, driving the solid length deep. A hand landed on my belly. It was Pooky, and he massaged me, a finger locating the engorged lump, which throbbed, aching to be touched. They seemed to know exactly what to do to me to bring me towards the sweetest of sensations. While Leonard filled me to the brim, Pooky provoked and teased, rubbing my sex gently.
“Oh, my God!”
This combination sent me tumbling into paradise. My pussy contracted around Leonard, who grunted as a result. He pulled himself free, holding the glistening end of a steely cock, while Pooky murmured his approval. He hadn’t let up on touching me for a second. I shuddered in the grips of mindless pleasure. Something hot sprayed me, and, opening an eye, I glimpsed the source. My lover doused my breasts, the whitish fluid running from the base of my neck to my tummy, where it pooled in my navel.
“Good! Goooood, Porsche,” rasped Leonard.
Exhausted, I lay on the rock staring at the trees overhead. “Oh, man.”
Chapter Seven
When we reached camp, Dr. Haynes was drawing blood from Harry, who looked irritated. I assumed they had already gotten samples from the little ones. Daisy sat with Maggy and Wolfie on a blanket, eating berries, while Leslie, Zelda, and Shelly watched our approach.
“I guess we don’t have to ask what you were doing,” said Leslie.
“Nope. Found a hot spring.” I sat on the blanket with the kids, taking Maggy in my lap. “Guys, she’s a little too young to be eating berries.” Her face was purple. The infant craned her neck, mewling, wanting to be fed.
“Leonard and Pooky,” said Dr. Haynes. “If I could bother you for just a sec, that would be great. I need to take some blood.”
“Ggggrrrr…” Leonard sat on a rock. He and Pooky smelled of wet fur. They weren’t keen on having their blood taken, but they allowed the irritation nonetheless.
After the scientists had gathered the information they needed, Leslie and I hugged them. They had given me a new satellite phone, as we always seemed to break the ones we had.
“I’d love to keep going with you guys and check out this new tribe, but I suspect it’ll be dangerous.”
“Maybe we’ll see you again at the end of summer.”
“That’s what I’m thinking. I will want to run some more tests on Maggy.”
My baby was of huge interest to the scientists. I lowered my voice. “I’ll be back in town by September. Maybe I can bring her by the facility.”
His eyes widened. “You don’t have to do that.”
“If you promise not to kidnap her, I might let you guys check her out.”
“That would be fantastic.”
The government had kidnapped Leonard and Dale years ago and kept them for observation. Dr. Haynes had helped the apes escape. We had an agreement with the
m since then. A few scientists monitored the tribe, but at a safe distance. When the Bigfoot hunters had attacked, the government had dealt with the fallout, suppressing the incident. I wasn’t entirely trusting of them, but I could understand their interest in the apes.
“We’d love to have her for a bit.”
“I’ll think about it, but I’m staying with her.”
“Absolutely.”
“Onward we go,” said Shelly, slinging a backpack over her shoulders. “Another thousand miles of road.” She grinned. “I sound like I should be in a motorcycle movie or something.”
“So you’re not going with Dr. Haynes?” I asked.
“Nope. Not ready to leave yet. It’s just starting to get fun.”
“Wow. Well, okay then.” I shook Steven’s hand. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Thanks so much for letting us hang out.”
“I’m sure I’ll see you again. Be careful on your way back. We aren’t the only tribe in these woods.”
“I’ll call for a pick up,” said Connor. “We’re heading for the valley.”
“Take care.”
Zelda came over, hugging Dr. Haynes. “Have a safe walk.”
“Thanks, Zelda. You watch over Porsche.”
“I always do.”
A noxious stench suddenly filled the air, as Pooky and Leonard urinated on the fire, extinguishing the embers. This was an effective method, but the smell was awful. Wolfie caught a ride on Harry’s back, while I held Maggy. Daisy was with Zelda, and Lendal and Bubba Jr. strode on ahead, grunting and gesturing. We disappeared into the western hemlocks and Douglas-firs moments later, moving south. As Dr. Haynes had predicted, the walk was mostly downhill, which made for quick, easy passage. The hours were spent talking, laughing, and singing, although we tried to keep our voices down. The Sasquatches had separated, with Harry and Leonard leading the way. Lendal, Bubba Jr., and Pooky were behind us. We would stop every so often, for bathroom breaks and food. I fed Maggy around noon, while crunching on a granola bar.
Leonard sat next to me. “We find them tonight.”
“So soon?”
“Not far now.”
“Who are they?”
“Old tribe.”
“Do you know them?”
“A little.”
He seemed reluctant to talk about these apes. “How many of them are there?”
He shrugged and grunted. “Don’t know.”
“Will we be safe?”
His eyes roamed over my face. “Yes.”
“How long are we staying?”
“A while.”
I leaned into him. “Oh, Leonard.”
“You not happy?”
That was a surprise. “I am happy.” The constant exercise had lifted my mood. “I’m fine. Just tired.”
“We stop tonight and make camp.”
“With a bunch of strangers.”
“I am a new leader. I meet other tribal leaders.”
“Oh. I guess that makes me a tribal queen,” I giggled. He licked my face. “Stop that.”
“You my queen, Porsche.”
“Oh, Leonard.”
We set out again after we had rested, but, to my consternation, the walk went on for hours, well after sunset. Our group had descended into a lush forest, the sounds of crickets resonating, while low hanging branches touched my forehead. My legs were numb from the exercise, my knees wobbly. Maggy was asleep in the infant carrier, which was strapped to my back. Wolfie had gone to sleep clinging to Harry, who walked with long strides. The miles hadn’t affected the apes at all, as they relished this kind of activity. Leonard and Pooky grunted and gestured, sniffing, picking up on danger, while Shelly grumbled about being exhausted.
“Oh, these fucking apes. Now I remember why I hated the fucking woods.”
“I knew the thrill would wear off,” laughed Leslie. “Didn't take long.”
“Jesus, we have to be getting close.” I glanced behind me, seeing Harry. “The little ones need to go to bed.”
“Wait here,” rasped Leonard. He went on ahead with Pooky.
“Where are they going?” asked Shelly.
“Meeting the new tribe,” said Harry. “We stay here.”
I sat on a rock, exhaustion seeping into my bones. Shelly drew near. “Man, I’m sick of walking.”
“Me too.”
There was a commotion in the distance, and the hair on top of Harry’s head suddenly stood up. He growled deep in this throat. With one fluid move, Wolfie was off his back, as he handed the boy to Shelly.
“Whoa!” The sleeping toddler grunted, wrapping his arms around Shelly’s neck. Harry took off into the woods, breaking several branches in the process.
“I wonder if that’s a problem?” I was so tired; I could hardly muster any emotions other than exhaustion.
“It’ll be fine,” said Zelda. “It’s a territorial thing. They’re establishing dominance and stuff like that. They’ll be back.”
We waited, listening to growls in the distance. Things quieted down a while later, and I perceived a thumping, the sound of heavy footfalls, heading in our direction.
“Um…how many do you think they are?” I glanced at Zelda.
“Seems like…a lot.” She ran fingers through her tangled tresses. “Either that or they’re all five hundred pounds a piece.”
I glanced at the foliage, waiting now with trepidation. We had been left alone, but what if something had happened to our guys? What if they had been murdered? Now, instead of tiredness, I felt a wave of fear and anxiety. The bushes moved then, and Harry stepped into view. Leonard followed him. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“We meet the tribe,” rasped Leonard. “Come.” He held out his hand.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, they wait for us.”
Shelly was on her feet. “All right. Let’s hit it.”
We grabbed our things and the children; Lendal and Bubba Jr. were surprisingly quiet, as if they too were worried. They lingered behind us, while Pooky brought up the rear. Harry and Leonard led the way. There was a trail through the woods, the foliage thick in this area. I sensed eyes on us; the prickling of the skin down my back alerted me to this fact. The other tribe was near and watching our every move. How many of them were there?
There were lights up ahead; the glow from a significant campfire beckoned. A series of rustic huts presented themselves, which reminded me of my early days with the tribe. It seemed as if the camp was deserted, but movement brought my attention towards the trees, as several Sasquatches emerged. They were similar to our guys, the same height and build, but their faces were different, some had sharper features, while others were bland. There seemed to be five adult males, while two youngsters stood nearby.
Lendal and Bubba Jr. perked up, eyeing potential playmates. Maggy took that moment to cry, her shrill bleat filling the air. I removed the infant carrier, grasping her from the seat.
“Excuse me, folks.” I sat on a blanket, which belonged to the other tribe. My actions held the attention of the strangers, as they gazed at me with blackened eyes watching my every move. Exposing a breast, I attached Maggy, who suckled immediately, her little mouth puckering. It was then that I saw the flap of a hut open, revealing what looked like a human woman. “Holy shit.”
Shelly and Zelda closed ranks, sitting with me, while Leslie stood with Harry. Wolfie fussed then, squirming out of Harry’s grasp. The grizzled little ape strode across the compound, sniffing and grunting. He was oblivious to any possible danger, approaching a bush and urinating.
“Oh, shit,” muttered Leslie. “Way to mark your territory.”
Wolfie then proceeded to amble around, sticking his nose into every hut, while grunting and gesturing. The apes weren’t looking at me any longer. They eyed the obnoxious little Sasquatch, who then picked up two sticks, cracking them together. He snorted loudly, stomping his feet.
I glanced at Leslie. “What is he doing?”
“Who
the fuck knows.”
The woman from the hut emerged carrying a Sasquatch baby. She looked young, wearing a homespun dress. Her hair was a tangled mess down her back. This brought back an onslaught of memories, as I had appeared similar during my early years in captivity.
Wolfie’s noisy show had roused the tribal members, as they approached, grunting and gesturing. The strange, uneasy greeting suddenly dissipated, as the apes began to talk. Leslie and I understood the language. I stared at the males, my mouth hanging open. Their conversation went like this:
“Your women are pretty.”
Leonard: “Porsche’s mine.”
“The pale one is nice, so is the other one.”
“They’re all nice. Do you have hot water?”
“Of course we have hot water.”
“Food?”
“We’re about to hunt.”
Leonard grinned, flashing formidable-looking teeth. “We eat and then fuck. We share our women.”
Leslie gave me a look. “As time goes by, one thing remains the same.”
“Two things,” I corrected. “Food and sex.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter Eight
The woman who had been in the shelter introduced herself. “I’m Lori.”
“I’m Porsche. This is Leslie and Shelly. And that’s Zelda.”
“Hi.” She seemed incredibly shy.
“Are you okay?”
“I was kidnapped last year. When were you kidnapped?”
“Oh, honey,” said Zelda. “I was taken decades ago. Porsche and Leslie a couple of years ago, and Shelly is visiting.”
“Visiting?”
“She came with the scientists.”
“Scientists?”
“Our tribe is monitored,” I said. “Our guys let us come and go. It wasn’t always like this in the beginning, but now we can do pretty much what we want.”
Her look revealed shock. “Really? You can go home?”
“I go home every winter.” Her mouth hung open. “Maybe your guys will do the same.” I eyed her baby. “You’ve given them what they want. They need us to breed.”
“That’s what I had assumed.”
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