Shelly took off like a shot towards the strangers. “I’m Shelly Hannel, and this is Porsche Delessops. We’re with the Kandekamp group. Our friend, Leslie Webster is…still missing.”
I came up behind her, whispering, “Don’t say anything about the Bigfoots.”
“Sir, could you lower your weapon, please.”
Palmer looked angry and confused. The wheels in his brain were spinning on overload, trying to repair the situation which had just slipped from his control. “These girls came here yesterday lost. I gave ‘em food and water is all.”
“That’s kind of you, sir. They’re lucky to have found you.”
I glanced at Shelly. “What happens now?”
She smiled brightly. “We go home. Omigod!”
“I don’t think it’s gonna be that easy.”
Palmer had his shotgun by his leg. “You girls have a good day now. Thanks for your help.”
This is way too easy. Unease pricked me.
“Are any of you injured?” asked the woman. Her strawberry blonde hair was in a ponytail, under a baseball cap.
“No. We’re fine,” I said. Aw, shit. Something’s really wrong here.
“We’ll radio for help. I’m sure we’ll find your friend, Leslie real soon,” said the shorter of the two men.
Palmer’s wrinkled face looked blank. “Like I said, it was nice meeting you girls.”
I glanced at him, warily. “Could you say…oh, never mind.” I wanted him to say goodbye to Leonard for me, but I thought better of it. “Thanks for the food and shelter.”
“Yep.”
I knew in my gut that we would be ambushed in the woods. I just knew it! Shelly and I walked side by side, in our homespun dresses and sneakers, looking like a pair of scraggly mountain women.
“You girls must’ve been through some ordeal,” said the female rescuer. She eyed us up and down. “You look well for having been lost a week.”
I swallowed uncomfortably. “Yeah…it was scary.”
“Were you able to eat anything? I have some granola bars if you want them.”
“We’re good,” said Shelly. “Palmer gave us food.”
“This happens every summer,” said one of the men. “People get disorientated and head in the wrong direction. Even seasoned hikers get confused in the Cascades. You girls sure were lucky.”
The woman said, “We can radio for help on the other side of the ridge. They’ll send a helicopter.”
My conscience screamed at me to do something. “Look, we’re good. You should…leave. Just leave now. We’ve been fending for ourselves for a while. We’re fine.”
Shelly gave me a dirty look. “This is our rescue, Porsche. What the hell?”
“They…it isn’t safe. They should go. We should go back.”
My friend glanced into the forest nervously, understanding my worry. “We should fucking run to that ridge.”
“That won’t help, Shelly-belly. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”
She shrugged, biting her lower lip. “I just wanna go home.” Tears were in her eyes.
The lady put her arm around her. “It’s okay. I can see you’re scared. You’ve been through trauma. There’s nothing to worry about. We ha—”
But it was too late. From the thicket, came a roar, the sound I was familiar with. Leonard and Dale burst out of the foliage, brandishing clubs, which they used on the men, slamming the wood into their skulls with sickening thuds. Shelly and I grabbed each other and screamed, while falling to the ground to avoid the melee. The lady rescuer held up a canister of mace spraying furiously, the mist making little difference to the Bigfoot attack. These creatures were shockingly strong and aggressive, pounding the men unconscious within seconds.
“Oh, my God!” she cried. “What is this?”
The prone bodies of the men revealed several large puddles of blood, as their skulls leaked fluid along with brain matter. I felt nauseous at the sight, grabbing onto Shelly, fearing I might pass out right then and there.
The woman screamed, hysterical, her eyes flashing with fear and shock. “Greg? Damon? Oh, my God!”
Palmer appeared, brandishing his weapon. “You just hold up there, little lady. Stay nice and still.”
She’d gone white. Raising her hands, palms out, her fingers were trembling. Splatters of blood marred her t-shirt. I felt horrible for her in that instant. I held Shelly; tears were running down her face. The brutality of the attack left me paralyzed and disturbed. It was a reminder, that although these creatures could be kind and caring and entirely lovable, they were truly animals at heart.
Chapter Seven
That evening I hardly ate, not being able to swallow. I had retreated inside myself, images of the afternoon flashing through my brain like a montage of horror films. The bodies of the rescuers had been buried in the forest in a bid to hide the evidence. Dirt had been kicked over the blood puddles. Any signs of the atrocities had been erased. Our newest “guest” sat shivering with fear in the corner of the barn, tied to a post. Shelly and I offered her food and water, but she refused to take it. Her name was Jean.
“You girls are free. Why don’t you run?”
I glanced at her. “We tried a couple of times. They catch us.”
Her shoulders slumped. “What’s going on? What the fuck is this? What is it?” Her voice quivered with emotion.
“They’re Bigfoots. They’ve been living in secret for thousands of years. They kidnap women to make babies because their species only produces males.”
“Is this a nightmare? Please tell me to wake up. Please.”
“I’m sorry, Jean. I’m so sorry for you,” said Shelly. “We had to watch while they killed two rescuers a couple of days ago. It was the same thing.”
“Can you untie me? Please? I have a cellphone in my pocket. I…there’s a radio in the woods. If you find it, you can call for help.”
Shelly asked, “Which pocket?”
“Right one.”
She fished out the phone. “There’s no reception here, but they’ll be able to follow the signal.”
“What you got there, little girl?” It was Palmer. He’d appeared out of nowhere.
Oh, shit.
“Nothin’.”
“You better let me be the judge of that.”
Shelly tossed the phone into a haystack. “Find it yourself, fuckface.”
He backhanded her, sending her tumbling to the ground. “Don’t you curse at me, little lady!”
“Ouch, fucker!” She held her face, pain shone in her eyes.
This was met with a ferocious growl, as Dale stomped into the barn and towered over Palmer, his teeth bared, spittle dripping from the pointy ends. “No touch girls!”
“She’s got something she’s hiding, Dale. You just calm down there, buddy. She threw it in the hay.” Palmer began to dig through the straw like a madman, throwing clumps of it into the air. With any luck, he would be searching for hours. Unfortunately, luck was not on our side today. “This. What the hell is this?” He held up the phone. “Some sort of communicating device I imagine. I’m tossin’ it in the fire.”
I glanced at Shelly. She held the side of her face. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah.”
Dale stood before Palmer, still seething with animalistic anger. “No touch girls.”
“I hear you.” He held up the phone. “Do you understand this? They can find us with this. We gotta burn it. We gotta burn it now.”
The Bigfoot let him pass, but his posture was tense, his expression stern. He bent and scooped Shelly into his arms. “You hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.” His expression of concern was touching, but even though these creatures exhibited caring and empathy, they were wildly protective of their belongings, which is what Shelly and I were to them.
Leonard appeared in the doorway, his gaze thoughtful. He spoke with Dale in a primitive language I didn’t understand, punctuated by grunts and hand gestures. The
wide nostrils of my ape flared, his stance stiffening. He glanced at me, and I shivered with a combination of fear, yearning, and something else. The horror of today had yet to leave me. I could tell that he sensed my emotions, my fear.
“Porsche.” He approached, and I recoiled. Grabbing me, he pulled me to him.
“Stop it!”
His nose was in my neck. “My, Porsche.”
“No! You kill people! You hurt people! I can’t! I can’t stand it!” I shoved against him, trying to gain my freedom.
“I sorry, Porsche. You mine. You stay with me.”
“No.” Tears fell down my face.
He held me to him, rubbing my back. “Leonard sorry. I won’t hurt you. I love my Porsche.”
“Jesus Christ,” muttered Jean. “They fucking talk.”
Leonard held me for a long time while I cried, wetting his fur. I didn’t want to seek comfort from the monster that was responsible for my distress, but what was I supposed to do?
Palmer returned. “It’s done. That thing burned. Whatever it was is gone. Never seen nothin’ like it—”
“Whoooaarrrr!” To my surprise, Dale charged him, picking him up by the neck and tossing him out of the barn. He slammed the doors after him, the sound reverberating noisily. The chickens clucked in alarm. “Stay out!” he roared.
“Shit! Is that any way to treat a friend?” muttered Palmer from the other side of the door. “All I do is help you apes, and this is what I get?”
Leonard refused to let me go. He stroked my back, his breath in my ear. He began purring, which was bizarre. The sound rumbled in his chest, making him vibrate. He’d never done that before. It reminded me a bit of a cat, the sound soothing, as well as intimate and appealing. I felt myself softening towards him, melting into the warmth and comfort of his matted fur. He carried me to an animal pelt that had been placed over a pile of straw. The atmosphere within the barn suddenly shifted, and, as Dale dimmed the light in the lantern, the interior darkened, and muted shadows flickered off the wooden walls.
He grabbed Shelly, but she protested. “Stop it!”
My fear had morphed into something else, and my sole focus was on my Bigfoot. He’d taken my dress and lifted it off me, discarding it on the straw. His cock, thick and demanding, had sprung out from his hairy groin, pressing against my tummy. I hated the rush of tenderness I felt for him, wanting to replace these troubling emotions with the horrifying images of the afternoon…but I wasn’t able to. There was a part of my mind and body that needed him and wanted him. As I was lowered to the fur and his mouth connected with mine, I knew I would give in to him. It didn’t matter that our newest captive sat across from us watching, or that Shelly and Dale would be moaning and shouting with pleasure any moment. None of it mattered.
The dimness of the surroundings offered up enough privacy for me to let myself indulge in the bliss that Leonard offered, his hand cupping my breast, my nipple being compressed between his thick, black fingers. Our kisses went on forever, his tongue pillaging the insides of my mouth. What I really wanted was to feel that talented pink appendage slide inside my pussy, driving me wild with sensation.
“Oh, Leonard,” I groaned.
My hands settled on the top of his head, wanting him to lick his way down my chest, laving my breasts with a streak of wetness, until I arched my back, anticipating him in my creamy snatch. My tummy quivered just thinking about how wonderful it was going to feel having him plundering me deeply. He knew what I wanted, because he obliged me by settling between my thighs, his hot breath fanning out over the distended, wet lips of my labia. When he flicked against my clit, I moaned.
“Oh, yes…”
“Oh, Dale! Oh, God, fuck me!”
I glanced over at my friend, and she rode her Bigfoot, his cock buried deep inside of her. Her long brown hair fell down her back, her perky breasts jiggling with the motion of her hips. Jean watched with an expression of shock, horror, and confusion. I could have cared less what she thought of us, fucking these beasts and enjoying what they were doing to us. How could you explain something like this to someone who had never felt what it was like to mate with a Sasquatch? Being held in the arms of my Bigfoot was like snuggling into a warm, fuzzy blanket. All thoughts of the life I knew before dissipated, because, being with him, I felt whole.
Leonard’s tongue drove into the folds of my pussy, plunging deep. “Oh…God…”
There was nothing like that long, slightly rough tongue driving in and out, soft and wet, filling me completely. My fingers drifted to his head, where I kneaded his scalp, encouraging him to continue to pleasure me. His face was buried between my milky thighs.
“Harder, Dale! Fuck me harder!”
Shelly’s moans of pleasure spurred me on even more, knowing that my friend was being pleasured to oblivion. We’d turned into monster sluts, loving and being loved by our pets. It didn’t matter…it was sooo good. I never wanted it to end.
“Yes, Leonard. Ooohh…yes…”
He drove deeper, finding that hidden erogenous zone and rubbing the end of his tongue over the spot, forcing me to fling my head back and gasp. His saliva ran down my buttcrack, making the fur beneath us damp. A finger toyed with my bottom, pressing into the delicate bands of muscles, seeking entrance. If I thought having my pussy eaten was heavenly, that was nothing compared to his tongue in my asshole. He lifted my bottom by pushing against the backs of my thighs, exposing me entirely. Then he dipped into my hole, his tongue prodding deeply, opening me up, bit by bit.
“Oh!”
There was a slight inkling of pain, as the broad expanse of his tongue pushed through, but that was quickly replaced with unimaginable pleasure. The wet, softness that had been applied to my pussy was now working its magic inside of my anal cavity. I fingered my clit while he laved me, driving that magnificent tongue in and out.
“Oh, my-shit-God!”
Grasping my cheeks, I pulled them further apart for him, giving him even greater access. He plundered my depths, working my tight hole, coercing the bands to soften and widen.
Shelly screamed, the sound echoing in the barn. “Oh! Yes! I’m cuming, you fucking beast! Oooohh…God…”
Dale grunted, his balls slapping against her pussy. The heady aroma of sex began to tease my nose, stimulating me even further into erotic bliss.
“Leonard…yes…fuck me more…”
To my dismay, he withdrew his tongue, but inserted a long, black finger, driving it in and out. He held his cock with one hand, massaging the dripping tip. He oozed copious amounts of pre-cum, the fluid falling to the fur. I knew what he intended, and my pussy clenched pleasurably in response, even though it would hurt at first.
“Good, Porsche, good…”
The engorged tip of his cock pressed against my hole, pushing open the tight bands of muscles that he had primed thoroughly. I braced myself for it to dip, hurting me, because the pressure would be immense. I toyed with my clit; the swollen nub was sticky with my juices and his saliva. I lifted my legs to allow him better access, and he gently inserted himself inside of me, the pulsing end, throbbing around my anus.
“Oh, Leonard,” I groaned.
“Grroooarrr!” It was Dale. He had sought release inside of Shelly, spilling his seed in her cunt. “Whhhooooaaaarrrr…”
Leonard’s tool slid into my asshole, stretching me to impossible breadths. I thought I might die from the agony, my muscles screaming in protest, trying to relax around the massive intrusion.
“Good!”
He drove in deeper, filling me entirely; the pressure was immense. “Oh, Leonard!” I manipulated my clit furiously, the little nub throbbing.
“So good, Porsche. Nice…”
His pre-cum worked miracles lubricating my tight hole, allowing him to slide in and out easily. I gazed into Leonard’s eyes, his black, mysterious pupils glinting with a seductive light. While my bottom was reamed, my tummy clenched with pleasure.
“Oh, God…”
It was sur
prising that I would enjoy having my ass fucked with a massive dick, but my body didn’t lie. I was on the edge, not being able to stand the pleasure/pain a moment longer without tumbling into incredible bliss. My pussy contracted, my clit pulsing with sensitivity. I stroked the nub, edging closer to release, one tumultuous contraction at a time.
“OH! LEONARD!” It hit me hard, forcing the air out of my lungs, causing me to shudder violently. My entire pelvic region exploded with sensation, as pulse after pulse of pleasure inundated me. “Oh…yeah…you naughty beast…fuck my ass…”
I was in the grip of ecstasy, not being able to even remember my own name. The universe had gifted me with a burst of feeling, heightening the experience to such a degree; I thought I would lose consciousness.
“Good, Porsche. Good.” He stiffened, his cock spraying the insides of my anal cavity with a river of cream, which poured from me, wetting the fur beneath us. “Wrroooaarrr!”
He drove himself in and out, grunting loudly, enjoying the pleasures of my anus. His semen gushed unchecked like a salty enema. The amount of spunk these creatures produced was incredible. At last, when he’d exhausted himself, he withdrew and collapsed next to me. Drawing me into the fuzzy warmth of his arms, I snuggled into his chest, while perplexing tears pricked the insides of my eyelids.
I knew I was in trouble. It wasn’t because I had been kidnapped by horny Bigfoots and I couldn’t escape…it was because I’d done the unthinkable. I’d fallen in love with my ape.
Oh, shit.
The End
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