Chapter Six
“Oh, good!” gasped Dale.
Shelly and I knelt beneath him, waiting for him to blow his wad. Leonard and Palmer sat on crates watching as we sucked and licked the lengthy ape cock. I nibbled on the corners of his mushroom head, eliciting several noisy grunts from him. His fingers were in my hair, urging me to continue. While I bit him, Shelly licked the veined length, making slurping sounds.
“You got eager little whores, Leonard. You lucky bastard.”
He grunted in reply.
Dale grabbed his phallus then, groaning, “Ooohh…” His face contorted with pleasure and pain. “Ggrroooaaarrr…”
And then it happened. The tip erupted in a spray of milk, showering both Shelly and I with globs of semen. My face and chest were doused, while Shelly scored a direct hit into her mouth, gagging on copious amounts of cum. The fluid poured down her chin and neck, wetting her firm little breasts.
“That sure is somethin’,” murmured Palmer.
Together we laved Dale, working one side, then the other, while he groaned, the sound rumbling in his chest. My breasts dripped with jizz, the cold fluid making my nipples as hard as pebbles.
Leonard stood and ambled over with a blanket in his hands. “We go get clean.” He placed the blanket around my shoulders.
I glanced at him. “The hot spring?”
He nodded. “Shelly come with us.”
“Oh, man. That sounds good. I’m fucking freezing now.”
“I’ll get blankets and pillows,” said Palmer. “Go have your bath, and I’ll see to the bed.”
“Thanks,” I murmured.
“You girls hungry? You sure worked hard satisfying those apes.” He chuckled to himself, which I found irritating.
“Yeah, I’m starving,” said Shelly.
“All right. I’ll see what I can whip up.”
After our bath, we found a cozy bed of straw covered in animal pelts and blankets. Palmer had left jerky and homemade bread, which we ate. I settled into Leonard, his hairy arm coming around me. Snuggling into his chest, I listened to his stomach rumbling. His tongue swiped across my forehead.
“Stop that.”
“You mine, Porsche. Mine.”
I sighed. He was still damp from the bath, and he smelled like wet dog. “Go to sleep, Leonard.”
Shelly and Dale were snuggled up together next to us. The chickens clucked in their cages, while an owl hooted outside. I was about to spend another night in the arms of my ape lover and away from my family. Civilization seemed like a distant dream. I missed my mom and dad and sister, but…I had everything I needed right here.
In the morning, I woke up alone, Leonard having gotten up before me. Shelly was still asleep, her long hair tangled with bits of hay. Her Bigfoot was missing as well. I stretched and gazed at the ceiling of the barn, which was draped in lengthy cobwebs. The door creaked open, revealing Palmer, who carried a metal bucket.
“Wake up, sleepy heads.”
“Where are the apes?”
“Gone huntin’. They’re catching some big game. Could be gone a while.”
I nudged my bedmate. “Wake up, Shelly.”
“No,” she mumbled. “Leave me alone.”
I giggled.
“You girls can grab food at the house. I need you to work today. There’s clothes to wash. I’ll show you how to do it.”
My smile fell. Ugh.
Palmer’s idea of doing laundry was an old fashioned bucket with a metal washboard. Using a bar of homemade soap, I had to scrub each item over the wavy metal plate and dunk it into the water, repeating the task over and over. Shelly and I took turns washing and ringing out shirts, pants, and socks. We hung them on a line behind the barn.
My arms ached, and my back was sore by the time we were only half way through with the pile of clothing. Palmer appeared periodically to watch over us and assess our progress. He brought sandwiches at one point, which I was grateful for. The heat of the sun had sweat running down my neck, wetting the front of my dress. I’d never been so exhausted in my life; my fingers had turned into prunes. I’d rather walk for hours through the forest than work like this.
When we had finished the chore and the bucket was nearly black with filthy water, Shelly and I tipped it over, soaking the ground. A movement in the woods caught my attention, and I stood upright.
“Shelly!”
We witnessed the arrival of two men and a woman dressed in hiking shorts and white shirts. Heavy looking packs were strapped to their backs. They looked similar to the men who had appeared at the Bigfoot camp to rescue us days before.
“Oh, shit.”
Shelly was beside me. “My God.”
My heart was in my throat. “They have to be here for us.”
Palmer suddenly appeared, carrying a shotgun, which alarmed me. Was he going to shoot these people in cold blood?
“Who might you be?” Hostile energy radiated out from his tense posture.
“Search and rescue,” replied a tall, man in a baseball cap. “We’re looking for three girls. They’ve been missing nearly a week.”
I glanced at the forest, worried that Leonard and Dale would jump out and club them to death. My fear was palpable and justified, having witnessed the murder of two other rescuers in a similar fashion. I wanted to be free, but…I feared for their safety. They had to get the hell out of here. Now!
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 all right?”
“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.
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