Archie took his time, driving further with each push. He was in no rush to cross the finish line. After Pooky’s phallus fell free, he grabbed my hips and used me for his pleasure. The naughty ape drilled me with all twelve inches, squeezing his balls against my pussy and groaning, as he jetted measured spurts of Sasquatch semen deep inside my anal cavity. The sheer volume of jizz was a worry, and it was not comfortable having that much fluid in such an awkward place.
“Whhooaarrr…”
With each outward pull, more wetness escaped. He seemed to enjoy every second he was inside of me, finally sliding free. The large ape collapsed and fell asleep almost instantly. Pooky lay on his back with his eyes closed. He didn’t seem to mind the sperm on his tummy and thighs. The entire cavern reeked of hot and dirty sex. Leslie snuggled next to Bubba, and Kat and Dale were asleep. I could hear Zelda talking in the next cavern, probably to Lendal. I found Leonard staring at me.
“I have to use the bathroom,” I whispered.
He grunted in reply, grabbing a fur. “Come with me.” He held the pelt before him. “Wear this.”
I slid into the comfy boots. “Okay.” As I stood, semen ran down my inner thighs. “Oh, gross.” This was definitely the downside of having sex with a Sasquatch.
He nodded. “You take a bath. You’ll be better.”
“I can’t wait.”
Chapter Six
I followed the hulking Bigfoot out into the cold night, holding the soft animal hide around me. My feet crunched over a snow-covered path that looked like it had been cleared somewhat recently. The trees were draped in white, their branches hidden by snow and ice. The incandescent orb of the moon shone above us. I shivered, as cold air reached my legs, which were uncovered. Leonard stopped once or twice to make sure I was following, and then he took my hand, the heat of him warming me through the thick fur. His shoeless feet seemed to have no difficulty with the freezing conditions.
Steam rose from a heated spring up ahead. Sasquatches enjoyed soaking in hot water, and for that, I was grateful. The edges of the small pond were peppered with rocks, some the size of boulders. Privacy was afforded by pine trees, which closed in around us. Leonard waded into the water, submerging to the waist. He held out his hands.
“Well, here goes.” I stepped from the boots and flung the fur over a low branch. “How hot is it?”
“Perfect,” he all but purred.
I was about to get to know my sister’s love a lot better. I didn’t want to upset her, but I hardly had a choice in the matter, since I was basically a hostage. As I entered, the heat of the water surprised me. “Oh, this is nice.” It wasn’t as deep as the one Pooky had taken me to yesterday, but it was perfect. I peed freely, not caring in the least. The solution to pollution was dilution, wasn’t it? I smiled sheepishly at my swimming partner. “So, you love my sister?”
His bushy brows lifted. “I love Porsche. You look like Porsche.” He neared, grabbing me.
“Oh!” A wet nose was in my neck.
“You don’t smell like her, but you smell sweet.”
“Um…th-thanks.” His pelt had taken on a wet dog aroma, which was subtle enough not to be noxious. “You smell…interesting.”
“I’m always stinky,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest.
“I don’t think you can help it.”
“No.”
His cock pressed against my belly, which was alarming. “Can I go home?”
“You’re Pooky’s.”
My fingers sunk into his shoulders, feeling steely cords of muscles. “I don’t belong here. They’re gonna come looking for me.” He grunted in acknowledgement. “Porsche’s gonna be pissed.”
“Gggrrooaarrr…” He lifted me, pressing his face into my breasts. A nipple found its way between his lips, where he suckled it.
“You fucking horny beasts!”
“Hummmm…good boobies….good.”
It was useless to fight. The only comfort I could extract from this situation was the fact that my sister was free. She could come and go as she pleased, and I held out hope that I would be given that option. How long would it take before I was able to return home? I had classes starting in two weeks. I had a life to get back to. I wasn’t cut out for living in the wilderness and being used as a sexual plaything for an entire tribe of monsters.
Strong hands held me, which were surprisingly gentle. It was hard to feel scared when no harm had come to me. Not once had I suffered in the company of these walking giants. His lips nipped on my neck, pulling at the skin. He was larger than Pooky and older, his fur grizzled, but there was softness to it that I hadn’t expected. He kissed me, although I had tried to turn away. A thick tongue entered my mouth, but he didn’t force the entire length in. He coaxed me to respond, which I did willingly, wrapping my arms around his neck.
What’s gotten into you Lena?
Um…I don’t know.
“Ggggrrrr…” Something growled from the trees, and Leonard stiffened.
“That’s my girl!” It was Pooky. He stepped into the water, wading over to us. “Don’t steal my girl.” His hands drifted to my waist, where he pulled me from Leonard, who growled in protest.
“You know the tribe law,” said Leonard. “We share women.”
“Ggggrrrrr…”
“We share Lena.”
Pooky’s cock pushed against my back. A prick of alarm went through me. “You’re not gonna fight, are you?” It would be a ferocious spectacle if that occurred.
“I’ll share her, but she’s mine,” he rasped.
“I know she’s yours.”
Pooky’s lips were on my neck, as Leonard inched closer, his hand was on my stomach under the water. A burst of tingles had me catching my breath. It was a heady experience being the object of lust between two formidable creatures. My body buzzed with expectation, knowing just how pleasurable this encounter would be. A long finger slid over my pussy, rubbing me intimately.
“You boys don’t mess around.”
“Gggrrooaarrr…”
I was pinned between them, as the raspy quality of their breathing filled the air. The wintry forest was eerily quiet, with only the hooting of an owl in the distance. Pooky moved with me to the edge of the hot spring, sitting on a rock with me in his lap. The steam coming off the water created a heated cocoon, keeping the air from freezing. Leonard licked my belly, and I shivered, knowing what was going to happen and anticipating it eagerly.
“Oh, yes…that’s…ooohh…”
Lena! How could you?
Oh, shut up!
His tongue lapped against my shaved mound, running down the length, finding my little hole, and plunging into its depths. I grasped at his fur, holding him in place while he laved me, moving and wiggling inside of me, while his nose grazed my clit.
“Oh, wow…you’re so…wonderful at that.”
“You good girl, Lena. Good,” murmured Pooky. He licked the side of my face.
“Oh, no…oh…my…God…”
I rested my head on Pooky’s shoulder, collapsing against my animal lover, while my sister’s ape worked me in unmentionable places. Would she be mad if she knew? The tribe seemed to pass women around liberally. I couldn’t stop them, even if I wanted to, and, right now, that was a non-issue. What they were doing felt incredible. Maybe being kidnapped wasn’t such a horrible thing after all? I would eventually be rescued, wouldn’t I?
Pooky grasped my hips, positioning me above him. I was lowered slowly, impaled on his steel-like shaft. “Oh… Omigod!”
I didn’t have to do a thing, as my hips were lifted and lowered on his cock. Leonard’s finger drifted to my clit, rubbing the little nub until it was a stiff ball. If I thought I would reach orgasm in this manner, I was mistaken. Pooky lifted me, turning me to face him. His shaft searched for an entrance. Once he found it, he slid deep. I wrapped my arms around his neck and listened to his raspy breathing, while the touch of Leonard’s hand on my bottom had me trembling in anticipation.
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“I know what you’re gonna do. You’re such naughty animals.”
“Whooarrr…”
I had expected Leonard to drive into my bottom, but instead, he climbed out; water poured from his fur. He held himself near my mouth, and I closed my lips around the tip of his shaft, not even giving it a second thought. I bobbed up and down on Pooky, while a salty tasting Sasquatch filled me, stretching my jaw to its limits.
“Good, Lena. Good…” rasped Leonard.
Strong hands gripped my buttocks, kneading the flesh. Pooky’s lips were on my neck, nibbling and biting gently. “Ommmm…” I moaned, feeling Leonard in the back of my throat, almost choking me. His groans had begun to resound, drifting into the cold night. I should have frozen, but the heat of Pooky helped keep me warm.
“Lena…” Leonard sounded strained, in pain. I was about to nibble on the spongy tip, but he pulled away abruptly. “Good…whhooaarrr…”
Silky streams of sperm jetted, hitting my chin, neck, and chest in an abundance of heated fluid. The amount was shocking, and, as I bounced on Pooky, I was thoroughly doused by the moaning ape. Semen dripped from the end of my nipples. I shivered now, thoroughly chilled.
Pooky lowered me into the hot spring, where I washed away the offending jizz. He came behind me, grasping my hips under the water, and slid into my pussy with one thrust. His hand moved over my tummy, his finger rubbing my clit.
“You’re really good at this.”
He knew my body almost better than I did, certainly better than any guy I’d ever slept with. I responded almost immediately, clenching my muscles around him. I rested the back of my head on his shoulder and stared at the stars that glimmered through the tree branches.
“Ooohhh…you…ooohhh…”
“Good pussy, Lena. Nice pussy.”
Not once had he stopped touching me, pressing into my nub with the flat part of his finger. I tingled with the force of what was about to happen, and I welcomed it eagerly.
“Pooky!”
I bit my lip, shuddering as the orgasm hit. Waves of rapture washed over me, one by one, lessening with each surge. Leonard had taken a seat on a rock watching. His expression was relaxed and neutral. What would he have done to me, if Pooky had not shown up? How would that encounter have played out? He was an incredible kisser.
“Whhooaarrr…” Pooky thrust, stiffening, releasing semen deep inside of me. His face was buried in my neck, while raspy wheezes emanated from his chest. “Good…Pooky likes Lena.” We were underwater, so washing up was easy. He held onto me for long minutes, until his cock began to shrink. He seemed reluctant to let go.
We swam for a while, until I was so pruned I had to get out. I didn’t have the benefit of a towel, so I wrapped the fur around my shoulders to keep warm. The Sasquatches shook themselves like dogs after a bath, which was a reminder that, although they were loving and sweet, they really were animals…weren’t they? The three of us headed down the path to the cave. Clean and marvelously relaxed, I held onto Pooky’s hand. He glanced at me and smiled. His huge front teeth gave him more of a fierce than friendly look.
“Ggggrrrrr…”
Leonard growled from behind us, which was strange. I turned to look at him, seeing the hair on top of his head standing on end. Something was wrong. A strange whizzing sound occurred, slicing through the air above our heads. This was followed by Pooky’s shriek of pain, as something struck him.
Strong arms grabbed me, flinging me to the ground, where I lay shocked and frightened, wondering what had happened.
Chapter Seven
“WHHOOOAAARRRR…” The sound of Leonard’s cry reverberated throughout the forest.
I glanced up to see dark figures standing amongst the whiteness of the trees. They seemed to be everywhere. Pooky wheezed, bleeding profusely, but from where I wasn’t certain, because he had collapsed, his huge bulk blocking the path. Leonard drew me to him, holding me securely. His heart thundered against my chest. His black eyes flashed, eyeing the danger from all angles, while it closed in on us. Who were these men? Was this my rescue? I felt both hope and uncertainty, fearing for my hairy lovers, who I shouldn’t care about at all since they had kidnapped me.
There was so much blood…and Pooky wasn’t moving. “What’s happening?”
“WWWHHHOOOAAARRR…”
Leonard had not uttered that battle cry. It came from further down the path. The earth shook from the force of something large heading in our direction. Several whooshing sounds whizzed over our heads, thunking loudly when the arrows embedded in tree trunks. If this was my rescue, wouldn’t they be more careful? I could have easily been hit!
“Stop!” I shouted. “What the fuck are you doing? There are people here!”
Wood splintered and branches snapped, as the tribe rushed into the forest, fanning out around us. I saw Dale and Kat and Bubba, who moved surprisingly well considering how heavy he was. The growls and roars of angry Sasquatches filled the night along with another round of arrows. Even Lendal and Bubba Jr. were among the combatants, the little Sasquatches growling ferociously.
Omigod! Porsche’s son could die out here!
A man’s scream sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, shit!”
“You stay here,” rasped Leonard. He bolted to his feet and dashed into the trees, heading for a figure in black.
“Retreat!” someone shouted. “Do not engage! Retreat!”
I crawled to Pooky. “Are you all right?”
“Jesus fuck!” It was Zelda. “We’re under attack! Where’s he hit?” I glanced at her, suddenly dumbstruck. I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but I found myself unable. “It’s all right, honey. You’re in shock. You keep yourself warm. Are you hurt?”
I shook my head.
“Who are these assholes?” asked Leslie. She held a knife. “What do they want?”
“God only knows.” Zelda attended to Pooky, feeling around his wound. “It’s in the fatty part of the fur. He got lucky. Wake up, mate. Wake up!” She pushed him. Pooky grunted, opening an eye. “I gotta pull this out. It’s gonna hurt.”
“Gggrrooaarrr…” She wrapped her hand around the shaft and pulled, drawing the arrow out. “Whoooaarrr…” he howled, his face contorting in agony.
“There you go. You’ll be good in no—” He bounded to his feet, with his teeth bared. Standing with his legs apart, he held his hands in fists and roared so loud, I had to cover my ears. “Oh, Lordy! That boy’s pissed off. Look out.”
Leslie crawled to me. “You’re not dressed. You’ve got to be freezing.”
“W-what i-is h-hap-pen-ing?” I shivered uncontrollably.
“I don’t know. But don’t worry. The apes will kill them all.”
I met her gaze, knowing that every word she had spoken was the truth. “I-m c-cold.”
Her arm went around me. “It’ll be okay. Hang on.” A human scream resounded, followed by an echoing thump. All around us were strange, shrieks, thumps, and shattering screams…from men. Leslie’s grip was tight. “They protect their own. They’ll kill for their own.”
“They sure will.” Zelda held up the arrow. “This must’ve come from some fancy crossbow. Never seen one like this before.”
Something moved out of the corner of my eye; a man was running up the path towards us. Not more than five feet behind him was the hulking form of an enraged Sasquatch. It was Archie. Fur stood straight above his head, his teeth were bared, and spittle dripped from pink gums. Leslie, Zelda, and I scooted out of the way, as the man, who was dressed in camouflage, sprinted by. His booted feet smacked the ground. Lendal suddenly jumped out in front of him, sending him careening headfirst into the snow and dirt. Archie was on him a second later, tearing into his throat, ripping out a chunk of flesh, that spurted blood.
I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see any more, but Lendal’s growling forced me to look again. The youngster bit into his leg, snapping the bone. Blood coated the fur around his mouth, and his eyes flashed in triumph. Then he roare
d; the sound was high-pitched, like a baby lion. The man lay prone, unmoving.
“Bummer,” murmured Zelda. “That’s what you get for messin’ with Sasquatch.”
The woods had become a battleground, the apes having the upper hand, even with the occasional arrow flying. Archie and Lendal dashed into the foliage, adept at hunting, sniffing the air as they went. Another scream followed, and I shivered.
“Let’s head for the cave,” said Leslie. “It’s all clear now.”
The women seemed so calm, so matter-of-fact about what was happening. I could hardly process the events, because I was still reeling from seeing a man mauled to death. He had a family somewhere…people would grieve him…miss him. Why had they attacked us? Who were they?
“Mayday! Mayday! Operation GrabBear has failed! Get us the fuck outta here!”
There was a man behind us speaking into a phone. Unbeknownst to him, Leonard had appeared; his hands were in fists and his feet were apart. I grabbed Leslie.
“Oh, shit!”
“Run, girls!” yelled Zelda. “We don’t need to see this!”
We took off down the path, while the man screamed. He wasn’t going to get his rescue. Far from it. The cave offered warmth almost immediately.
“Here’s some clothes,” said Leslie. “You’re about Porsche’s size. They should fit you.”
“Th-thanks.” I shivered, my teeth chattering. I pulled up a pair of underwear followed by jeans. I tossed a sweater over my head, minus a bra. I would worry about that later.
“Who the fuck were they?” asked Leslie. “What did they want?”
“They didn’t look military to me. Probably Bigfoot hunting crazies. I don’t think we got anything to worry about now.”
“I’m checking on Wolfie. Omigod, did you see Lendal? Porsche would be so proud.” Leslie left the room, while I pulled on a pair of socks.
“You sure you’re all right?” Zelda looked concerned. “I’ve seen skirmishes before, but you probably haven’t, have you?”
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