It was our Bigfoot, or was it? To my horror, he had a friend, and they growled at us, exposing full sets of dripping, sharp teeth. I glanced at Leslie. She’d frozen and turned white.
“Um…guys,” she whispered, and collapsed, fainting.
“Motherfucker,” cried Shelly. “What the fuck? Now there’s two of ‘em?”
One of the creatures threw back his head and laughed, frightening several birds into flight. It sounded like the special effects in a horror movie. His black eyes glimmered with interest. It was then that I recognized him. It was Leonard. Who was his friend, or did I even want to know?
He pointed a black finger at me. “You mine,” he rasped.
“Yeah, I told you they wouldn’t get far, these bimbos,” said the old woman, who was Leonard’s mother. She stepped out of the forest wearing sturdy walking shoes and carrying a formidable looking stick. “We’ll keep the blonde. The stiyaha can have the other two. They’ll breed good and proper.”
My stomach lurched. I was going to throw up! “I have a family! I have to go home!”
Leonard laughed, and it chilled me to the bone.
The woman was in my face, smiling like the insane person she was. “Oh, honey, peaches. You are home. We’re your family now. You’re gonna be carrying the next generation of little Leonard’s. You probably got one growing in you right now.”
Shelly was slung over the shoulder of the other Bigfoot. He grunted and took her off into the woods. “Help! Somebody help me! God…please…” Her pleas drifted into the distance.
To my utter shock, there had been a third creature hiding. He approached with silent grace, picking Leslie off the ground and slinging her unconscious body over his shoulder. He trotted off into the woods with his stolen possession.
“Let’s go, Leonard. Time to take blondie home.”
I turned and ran, sprinting into the woods, fleeing as fast as I could. The feel of strong hands grabbing my t-shirt halted my escape. The fabric ripped, and I suddenly found myself topless.
“No! Shit! No!”
He tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and hauled me off into the forest. The only evidence that we had been there was the discarded remnants of a dark blue t-shirt, which clung to the branches of a low-growing bush.
I was returned to the cabin over Leonard’s hairy shoulders. Topless and traumatized, I had yet to fully comprehend the immediacy of my situation, and that was probably for the best. Shelly, Leslie, and I had the opportunity to escape from the clutches of the mountain creature, but we failed. I thought Leonard had been the only Bigfoot. I was wrong.
How many are there?
As we approached the cabin, the sinking feeling in my gut alerted me to the fact that I was right back where I started. Mr. Vandekamp and the boys had to be searching for us. They must have notified the authorities by now. Help was on the way. It had to be. The last thing I wanted to do was become some sort of breeding machine for these creatures. I had a family who missed me. I had a sister. I had a life. I had to find a way to escape.
Oh, my God. Somebody please help me.
“You better secure her this time, Leonard,” said the old woman. “I hope you learned your lesson, you dumb ape.”
He grunted in reply. At least eight feet tall, he was fearsome to behold, with a flowing mane of dark brown hair and shiny black eyes. His hands and feet were black, with pointed toenails and fingernails. Soft black lips framed his mouth, hiding a lengthy and talented tongue, which had pleasured me intimately. I shivered at the memory, willing the unbidden, naughty images to go away. I didn’t want to think about this monster in sexual terms, but it was impossible not to. His cock was enormous, and…he loved sex.
No, stop it! Stop thinking about it.
In the rustic, makeshift cabin, the old woman put a kettle on and began puttering around the kitchen. Leonard handcuffed me to a chair, and I sat, topless, watching her. The creature shuffled out of the room and returned with a gray shirt, which he tossed over my head. One arm managed to find a hole, but the other was held immobile by the handcuffs. My breasts were mostly covered now.
“I’m making breakfast, girly, and then we’re gonna have to get a few things straight.”
“I need to go home.”
She pointed a spatula at me. “That’s not happening. You’re Leonard’s now, and you’ll learn to behave yourself. Is that understood?”
“I have a family. My mother’s probably freaking out right now. I have to get home.”
She nodded. “You will, once you give us a little Leonard. Then you can go.”
My mouth dropped open. “I’m not giving birth to a fucking monster!”
“That’s your purpose, honey. That’s all we need you for.”
I slumped in the chair, my stomach churning.
“Here’s some tea. Drink up.”
I eyed her. She looked frail and thin, but I knew she was a lot stronger than she appeared. Her long gray hair was in a low ponytail. The wrinkles on her face gave away her age, but the steely look in her eyes made me wonder if she was slightly younger than she appeared. Perhaps, hard living had made her look older than her years.
“Were you kidnapped?”
She placed a slice of bread on the table. “I might’ve been. It was a long time ago.”
“And you never wanted to find your family?”
“Leonard is my family.”
“Where’s Leonard’s father?”
“Dead.”
“How’d he die?”
“Lightning strike.”
“Oh.” I took a sip of tea. It was surprisingly good. “How do you get your food?”
“Leonard hunts and fishes. I grow vegetables out back. I have a goat for the milk and chickens. The forest provides.”
“What’s your name?”
“Maggy.”
Leonard returned with an armful of firewood, which he deposited in the living room. Maggy cooked a hearty breakfast of egg and fish. Leonard sat next to me, eating with a fork, which was surprising. I had been locked in the basement since my kidnapping, and I hadn’t been privy to their living habits until now. He appeared like a man in an ape suit. The only habit of his that gave away the fact that he was a strange forest creature was his occasional grunting.
When we had finished eating, he unlocked my wrist from the chair and led me to the bathroom where I was allowed a quick, cold shower and a brand new toothbrush. Wrapping a towel around me, I shivered while combing out my long, tangled hair. Leonard was waiting for me as I emerged. He led me down a small hallway to a room I had never seen before. A comfortable looking bed took up the majority of the space. He drew the drapes and motioned towards the bed.
He wanted to have sex with me. I shivered, still recovering from the freezing shower, and stared at the bed. Leonard came up behind me, wrapping his hairy arms around me, holding me close. His fur was slightly abrasive, yet soft and warm.
“You mine.”
The low timber in his voice made me shudder. “I have to go home.”
“No. You stay here.”
The heat of his body began to warm me. Something hard pressed into my back. He snatched the towel and let it drop to the wooden floor. I closed my eyes as his lips touched my neck and he bit me gently, causing tiny flutters to ping in my tummy. His big, black hands roamed over my chest, massaging my ample breasts. Pink nipples were pinched and brought to stiff peaks. A heady feeling of arousal suddenly gripped me, driving out all other thoughts. I could set aside my need for escape, until after I had satisfied myself on his magnificent cock.
He’s forcing me…I have no choice. I’m only sleeping with him to survive. I don’t like him…I…hate everything he does to me. He’s an animal…he’s a monster…ooohhh…don’t…stop…
I moaned as his long, talented finger brushed against my pussy. The pads of his hands were soft and cushiony. He slipped into my folds easily and gently rubbed my sensitive hole. I must have been wet, because he slid in and out ef
fortlessly.
“Oh, no, Leonard. Stop…” That sounded weak.
His lips covered mine, and I found myself kissing the hairy beast, driving my tongue into him and having his toy with the insides of my mouth.
“Oh, no. God, no.”
He nudged me gently to the bed, where I found myself naked and excited, waiting and praying for what would happen next. That huge, pale cock jutted out from the tufts of fur, throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. Never in my life had I seen anything like it, although I had had my fair share of guys. There was no comparison to a monster cock. It looked formidable, but it was also spongy and soft, and the way it felt inside my pussy made my tummy clench with anticipation.
He grunted and held himself, massaging the rounded end. Drops of clear fluid escaped and dripped to the floor. I licked my lips, knowing that at any moment, I would be sucking on him, making him moan.
“You good girl.”
I glanced at him, meeting his shiny black eyes. They glimmered with an animalistic fire, filled with a need that only I could quench. He didn’t have to ask me to touch him. The object of my naughty fantasies was in his big hands being rubbed, and milked, oozing wetness. The cleaved tip looked like a succulent fruit, ripe and bursting with moisture. My mouth closed over the tip, and he groaned.
“Nice…”
My finger slid into my snatch, while I sucked on Bigfoot’s cock, taking as much of him into my throat as I could. He filled me to capacity, the circumference of his tool stretching my lips to the brink. He smelled musky and clean like the air from the great outdoors.
“Good. Sooo good.” The baritone of his voice was low and rumbling.
My pussy dripped with moisture. I doubted I would even need lubrication to accommodate his huge phallus. When I had first been kidnapped along with my friends, he’d tied us to a table in the basement and raped us, using lubrication. Maggy had been there with a vibrator, which she applied to our clits. That had hardly been necessary, because Leonard’s cock alone had gotten us wet and aroused. My girlfriends would never admit it, but they had enjoyed being taken by him. I would never admit it either, even now, with his thick meat in my mouth and pre-cum dribbling down my chin.
Leonard suddenly grabbed me. “Turn round.”
I found myself facing the bed, my hands pressed to the bedspread, which looked homemade. I trembled in anticipation, knowing that I was going to feel that huge cock pushing into the delicate folds of my eighteen-year-old pussy. I wasn’t disappointed. He rubbed the rounded head over my wet slit, coating both of us in his pre-cum and my juices.
“Oh, Leonard. Oh-shit-no…”
“So good.”
He thrust, the head disappearing into my silken orifice. I gasped and dropped my head, my hair falling into my face, knowing that more was to come. This was only the tip of the iceberg. The wetness of my pussy was shocking. My clit flooded with excitement, engorging instantly to a fat little nub, which throbbed distractingly, demanding beastly satisfaction. Lifting my bottom, I rose to meet him, waiting for the moment when he would slide in completely, filling me to my cervix.
Chapter Two
“Good pussy. Good.”
And, then it happened. He drove inward; massaging me with that soft, yet firm cock, thrilling me to the core. A rush of pleasure had me groaning.
“Oh, Leonard!” I didn’t want him to be gentle. “Fuck me, hard!” He obliged by sliding in and out, rubbing the length of the veined shaft inside my slick passage. “Oh, God, yes!” I was being used, and I loved it. With each stroke I could feel the pressure building, gathering for a momentous release. My body was already trembling, little tingles surging and pulsing within me.
“Nice pussy,” he groaned.
The entire length of him slid into me, pounding against my womb. I could feel him in my stomach, the internal massage encouraging a swift response. I shuddered then, knowing I would not be able to hold it off another second.
“Leonard!”
“Pretty girl, pretty girl. Yes!”
I gasped as wave after wave of sensation coursed through my system, bringing with it a gut-clenching burst of pleasure, so intense I bit my lip, tasting blood. My bottom rose up to meet his thrusts, as that lengthy cock worked itself in and out. He knew I had climaxed, and he eased out, popping free with a wet, squishing sound. I turned to face him, knowing he wanted me to suck him off. Grasping his wet cock, I marveled at its paleness, the length riddled with hidden veins. It smelled faintly of my pussy.
“Suck, Leonard. Yes,” he breathed. His blackened fingertip touched my cheek. “Good girl. Suck me.”
Closing my lips around him, I worked aggressively, drawing on him with noisy sounds. He filled my mouth to capacity, and yet, I still managed to get a great deal of him in. Sliding to the back of my throat, I gagged on the monster cock, a deluge of saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth. I licked the sides of the shaft to the balls, which were heavy looking, hanging low between his hairy thighs. He massaged his cock, his thumb moving over the tip, while I grasped the balls, feeling their weight.
“Oh, good. Sooo good.”
They were surprisingly hairless and round, the sacs warm and soft. I laved each thoroughly, wetting them with my saliva. I tried to get one into my mouth, but I could only swallow half of it. These sacs held his sperm, and, when he finally squirted, a flood of cream would gush from him, soaking me completely. The sheer volume of the release had been overwhelming, but I knew what to expect now. I licked my way to the rounded tip, gently nibbling on the spongy quality of his crown.
“Nice, Porsche. Nice.”
I glanced at him, mildly surprised. He’d never said my name before, and it sounded utterly bizarre coming from the deep vocal chords of this mysterious creature. His black eyes glimmered, as he stared at me, while the harsh features of his face softened. A portion of his pink tongue flicked out briefly over his lips. I sucked noisily on the end of his cock, waiting for him to spew his juices all over me.
“Ooohh…gurrrrrr…good!”
And then it happened, as I had expected. The force of his climax opened the small hole in the center of his penis, sending a dousing stream of snowy-white fluid into the air. He groaned and pointed the end at my face, squirting my mouth, forehead, and cheeks. I had to close my eyes, because it was as if someone had released a garden hose.
“Grrroarrrr…nice girl…nice…”
He sprayed my breasts, the milky residue dripping from my nipples and wetting my tummy. I shivered from the sudden cold, as the semen quickly turned to room temperature. Leonard collapsed on the bed, making the mattress creak. I snatched the towel from the floor and wiped myself dry, but the sperm began to itch where it had dried. I knew from experience that it would eventually harden and flake off in bits. The ape-man reached for me and drew me next to him, his large furry arm resting over my abdomen. I snuggled into him and sighed.
We hadn’t slept long when a pounding on the door woke me.
“Get up! We got trouble!”
Leonard sprang from the bed with surprising agility, while I reached for the edge of the blanket, drawing it over me.
Maggy was in the room looking frazzled and wild-eyed. “We got company. They’re searchin’ for the girls. We gotta pack up and get outta here for a while.”
Oh, God. They’re searching for us!
She pointed at me. “Don’t let her outta your sight.”
Leonard grunted and opened a drawer in a bleached oak dresser. Clothing was thrown my way, and I dressed in a shabby purple t-shirt. I wore the same underwear and shorts I had on for days. They needed to be washed, but now wasn’t the time. Lacing up my hiking shoes, I was given an old backpack. Maggy had one on as well. A rickety type of two-wheeled cart held the chickens, bedding, and tin boxes filled with food items and other unknown things. Within ten minutes we were on a thin path, walking away from the hidden cabin. The goat was attached to the wagon by a short rope. Leonard pulled the cart behind him easily, stomping through th
e forest.
The heat was oppressive today, forcing me to pile my long blonde hair on top of my head, holding it in place with a hair tie. The trek was surprisingly smooth, as we followed a distinct path further into the mountain. I was exhausted from having wandered around the forest all of last night, trying to escape from Bigfoot’s clutches. Where were Leslie and Shelly right now? What was happening to them? Or did I want to know?
A helicopter sounded overhead, forcing us off the trail. My heart pounded in my chest praying for a rescue, but as the minutes ticked by, the noise drifted away. The thought that people were searching for me would have been a comfort, but, with every step, I distanced myself from any possible rescue. We walked for hours, until the sun began to lower and the shadows in the forest became more pronounced. My stomach growled with hunger, and my legs ached.
“We might be far enough for today,” said Maggy, as she wiped her forehead with a faded red bandana. “I’m starvin’. We should make camp near the water.”
“Yes. Camp. Food.”
Leonard rolled the cart to the edge of the creek and lowered the handles to the ground. The goat gaited over to the flowing brook and took a sip. It was a relief to drop the heavy backpack. It landed with a thud at my feet.
“I need to clean up.” Maggy dunked the bandana into the water and washed her face and hands.
I joined her at the stream and did the same. The cool water felt heavenly.
That night, we sat on blankets before a small fire and ate dried jerky and vegetables. Maggy had plucked the carrots from the ground before we left, and we ate them after washing them in the creek. Exhausted, I craved sleep, and, when Leonard drew me to him, I felt utterly comfortable in the arms of my ape lover, falling into a comatose slumber.
Early in the morning, we were packed and ready to head out. I had bathed in the stream and washed my panties, which were slightly damp when I put them on again. As the day progressed, the denseness of the forest seemed to close in around us. Large stones were covered in moss, creating walls of vibrant green as far as the eye could see. I assumed Maggy and Leonard knew where they were going, because they seemed to stop and reassess their progress often. Few words were spoken, as we trudged on deeper into the mystifying region that Bigfoot called home.
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