He waved it left and right, and the beeping became faster or slower, like it was homing in on something nearby. Then he pointed it up the side of the mountain we were on and the tempo increased even more.
“You did it. Good girl,” he said.
Another hundred feet up the trail, we veered left and kept walking in the direction of the beeps. We were near a large clearing in the trees, strange because they were all recently cleared. I saw ragged chainsawed stumps extend in every direction.
Mr. Duggar’s little device began beeping very fast, and he pushed a pile of branches away from the side of the mountain. Behind them, a pair of large doors stood. It was a shipping container, buried in the side of the mountain!
He lifted one of the handles and pulled on the door. It opened with a loud creak, the sound of rust and metal that had warped under the fierce mountain weather. He reached in with one hand and flicked a switch. Christmas tree lights lit up the interior of the shipping container.
“Inside,” he motioned with the pistol.
I obeyed, too exhausted to consider disobeying at this point. I stumbled into the shipping container, steadying myself against one wall. It was functional and sterile. A few plastic folding tables lined one wall, stacked with paperwork, boxes, and some survival gear. there was a cot at the very end. I collapsed onto it and lay there, staring up at the ceiling of the container. Well, here we were. Had I used up my usefulness?
“There might still be some food in here if we’re lucky. Thank you, Teresa. I know this wasn’t easy for you. It’s great to see that there are still young people with a good work ethic,” he said.
“Fuck you,” I said.
“I won’t let you besmirch what good graces you’ve earned. You know the value of being a team player,” he said, pulling out his satellite phone. “Just sit tight for a little while. I’ve just got to wrap up one last piece of business.”
He walked out of the container and shut the door, locking it shut.
I felt tears begin to come up into my eyes, but I forced them down. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me broken in my last moments. I had to think, to figure out some way out of this. It took all my willpower to sit up, to ignore the call of the cot below me. I stood up, wobbling past my backpack and over to the table.
I could hear him talking outside, in a heated discussion of some sort. I made sure he was occupied and searched through the survival supplies on the table. It was just some clothes and other sundries. I found a Cliff Bar and tore into it. My body was grateful for the calories, and I could feel the energy returning to me.
“God damnit!” Mr. Duggar shrieked from outside.
Then I heard it. Some kind of thrumming sound getting closer, very quickly. Soon it was deafeningly loud, coming from somewhere overhead. Small rocks pelted the doors of the container as the helicopter hovered above. Then it pulled away, heading off into the distance.
Lying on the table was another thing I hadn’t seen yet. A book. I couldn’t tell you what the title was, but it featured a hiker falling on his back with a large black bear towering over him.
I had my plan.
I moved back to where my pack was and slung it over my shoulder. I edged over to the door, feeling the adrenaline surge through me. I was done with the passivity. I was done with the victimhood.
It was time to fight.
I crouched down slightly, my hand reaching back into my pack’s side pocket to grab my salvation. My last hope. I had one shot at this, one clean motion. Surprise was something I couldn’t squander. I wouldn’t have another shot.
I heard two more people join Mr. Duggar outside the doors of the container. I flicked the switch off, turning off the lights inside. The mechanism unlocked as someone began opening the door. The darkness was interrupted by a crack of light.
I barreled into the door, hoping the additional weight of my pack would catch whomever was on the other side of it flatfooted. I hit it hard, and the person on the other side took the full force to the face. I heard them fall backwards but couldn’t give them another thought. I kept going forward.
I emerged from the container, the bright sun above bathing the whole scene in bright light. To my immediate right was Mr. Duggar, and behind him was some man in black paramilitary fatigues and an assault rifle at the ready.
Mr. Duggar’s arm snapped out to grab me, and he dug his vice like fingers into the soft flesh of my upper arm. I could see the smug frown on his face, the disappointment.
“Teresa, why would you go and-“ he said.
My other hand shot forward and activated the canister of extra strength bear repellant. A thick red stream of pain shot out the end of the can and splashed all over Mr. Duggar’s face. I panned to the right and nailed the other guy with it too. Both men howled in pain and went down on their hands and knees.
I ran past them, back down the trail. In a hundred yards I might be able to lose them in the brush. The pepper spray would sting for hours. I was going to do this! I was going to live!
I heard a gun go off behind me, and the world spun below me. It came rushing up to me, and my face planted first, skidding along the gravel and taking in a mouthful of dust. Out of one eye, back up the mountain, I saw a woman lowering a pistol and walking down the trail towards me. I could feel the front of my shirt getting very wet. Why was it getting wet?
“Pathetic,” she said, sneering at the two men on the ground. She wiped a small amount of blood from my nose and she came to stand over me.
“Nice try, sweetheart,” she said, cocking the pistol and aiming it down at me. I saw the small black hole in the barrel and knew it would be the last thing I saw. I tried, and I wasn’t ashamed for it.
The woman looked past me suddenly, my eyes going wide. I heard something big approach from behind me. Well, to be accurate, I felt it. Each fast step pounded into the earth, and from the corner of my vision I saw a huge furry shape pass over me and crash into the woman.
Everything went black.
I was back at school. I was walking across campus, and a bunch of other students were there as well. We were all walking across the university square, the green space in the middle of all the buildings. there was a profound sadness from inside me, but I didn’t know why.
But then I looked down. I was dressed in all black. I was going to Dale and Jimmy’s funeral. We all were. I didn’t want to accept that they were gone. I tried to will my feet to turn me around, to not go any further. Even with my feet planted and still, I was pulled forward, dragged to the inevitable event. I shook my head in desperate refusal.
I opened my eyes. A torrent of water was falling from somewhere above, crashing down out of sight. I could see out through the water, and it was dark outside. I was behind a waterfall.
I felt a presence behind me. I didn’t hear it, I didn’t see it, but somehow I knew there was someone familiar behind me.
“Hey there,” he whispered behind me. “How are you feeling?”
I turned my head and saw Dale. He was smiling down at me. That perfect smile. I let out a cry and threw my arms around him. I sobbed against his neck, all the pent-up sorrow coming out of me at once.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok. It’s alright. We’re alright. You’re safe here. Jimmy should be back pretty soon,” he said, stroking the back of my head. “Can you sit up for me?” He helped me up to a sitting position.
“What…what happened?” I said, my head resting against his chest. I felt his heartbeat, still not understanding how it was possible. I saw him shot, point blank, and left for dead!
“Can you drink some water?” he said, tipping a water bottle up to my lips.
I drank, feeling the refreshing rush of water. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was. I gulped greedily, taking the bottle from him. I finished the bottle looked over at him. “Do…you have any food? I’m starving.”
“Jimmy should be bringing some back,” he said. “He was right about Duggar. He saw a bunch of cellphones in Duggar’s trunk
, but I thought he was being paranoid. Teresa, there’s something you need to know. You almost died from that gunshot.”
I gasped, my hand probing my stomach, remembering the bullet wound. there was nothing there except smooth flesh.
“You were so close,” he said. I saw his eyes tearing up. “We didn’t have time so I made a decision. I’m sorry that you didn’t get to make it.”
“What are you talking about?” I said. I wiped his tears away, hoping he would start to make sense.
“Jimmy and I are different. You remember the wolf by the river? The growl that scared the bear away?” he said, looking at me. “That was us. We’re Lycans, Teresa. Werewolves.” He looked away.
“Dale, you saved me,” I said, cupping his head in my hands. I leaned close to him, my breast brushing against his hard bicep. “I’m thrilled to be alive. I’m thrilled you’re alive! Everything else is just details,” I said, angling my lips up to his. Something inside me was stirring. Something primal that had been asleep a long time. Or maybe something that hadn’t been there until now.
“Now you’re a Lycan too, Teresa,” he said, our lips dangerously close. “It was the only way to save you. Can you forgive me?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I said, shifting more of my body forward to press against him. My thigh pressed between his legs, and I felt his manhood stir. His tight hiker shorts were riding up his thighs, exposing a delicious amount of his powerful legs.
Our lips met, and I felt a surge of power inside me. Some primal force felt the heat and strength of this virile stud against me, and I had to have him. Sure, I’d always wanted him. I’d wanted plenty of men. But this wasn’t just a want. This was a need as real as the need for air. I grabbed the back of his head and pinned his face against mine.
He grunted, his tongue sliding across my lips. His arms wrapped around me, his hands pressing into me. Grabbing me. Needing me. The tip of his engorged cock stuck out from the bottom of his shorts. It pressed against my thigh, the exchange of heat and pressure between us was electric.
I heard paws climb into the cave behind me. Normally that would have filled me with fear. But I knew it was Jimmy, that new awareness in me was like waking up from a life of sleeping. I could smell him, a distinct scent. Similar to Dale, but also different. I also realized that I could sense a need in these men. Men who saved me. Men who needed me.
“Hi Jimmy,” I said, standing up. I turned to see a massive wolf shimmer and shift into the Jimmy I recognized. His pale veiny cock hung low below a small bush of brown fur. It made my mouth water.
At once I felt trapped by my clothes. They clung tightly and were too restrictive. In moments my clothes were discarded into a corner and I stood before these two studs in my birthday suit. “You’re not going to be needing those clothes,” I told Dale.
Dale stood. “Teresa, there’s something inside you, and it’s important that tonight, we tame it. You can’t be a lone wolf. You need a pack,” he said, pulling off his shirt and pulling his shorts off. His manhood was thick and twitched in the shimmering moonlight through the waterfall.
I got on my knees eagerly. “I’m ready,” I said, my pussy already leaking with lust for these men.
Hungry eyes looked down at me as both men stood, stroking themselves in the moonlight. Coming closer, like druids in some forbidden ritual, they rubbed their cocks against my cheeks. I felt the cold splotches of pre-cum against my face. I took each man in hand and began stroking him, alternating pumps.
I grabbed Dale tightly by the base of his root and squeezed him down his length to his head, extracting all his pre-cum. I was pleased as his head glistened with the precious fluid, and I took him into my mouth and cleaned it off.
My other hand did the same with Jimmy, pulling a generous glob of pre-cum to the tip of his dick. His seed was thicker than Dale’s, meaning he’d probably been backed up longer than his brother. I swirled my tongue around his head, swiping at the soft tissue under his glans. I like my teeth gently scrape against his rod, enjoying the sudden intake of breath from above.
Grunting, Jimmy looked down into my eyes as I cleaned the pre-cum from his prick. He pushed me down onto the moss of the cave floor and knelt next to my face. His massive cock hung down to lay across my face, steam rising from my saliva.
At my lower end, Dale was still hungry for me. He suffered the same kind of primal hunger I did. He inhaled my scent, learning what his bitch would smell like before taking me. His cock hard and his balls heavy between his legs, he was on all fours. Without warning, he buried his face in my pussy. I looked down my body at the pair of glowing gold eyes peering back up at me. His tongue gave me long, slow licks from ass to clit, savoring my flavor.
I moaned loudly, my open mouth inviting Jimmy’s cock in. I looked up into his golden eyes and saw how badly he wanted and needed release. My hand went to Dale’s hair, roughly grabbing a handful and grinding my pussy on his hungry mouth. I couldn’t tell if his noises were consenting or protesting, but his tongue didn’t slow it’s explorations.
I released Jimmy’s cock and got up on all fours. I pushed Dale, knocking him on his ass. His manhood swung in the moonlight, and I took him into my mouth. My hand went to Dale’s balls, coaxing him to empty them of seed. My bare ass was swinging up in the air, hot and needing attention.
Jimmy mounted me from behind. No words were exchanged, just a sound that could only really be described as a growl. Grabbing my hips, he positioned the head of his meaty cock against my opening.
Servicing Dale, I felt Jimmy’s presence behind me, his masculine posture against my feminine submission. His hands on my hips signaled a primitive confidence, and the head of his cock pressed against my opening. I savored the sweet delight of his thick member stretching my pussy lips to their widest and plunging past them.
He bucked his hips into me, slamming like a wild animal needing to satisfy it’s urges. He pulled me back against him, bottoming out inside my and knocking on my cervix. Hot and wet and fierce, he fucked me senseless. I felt sweat from his head hit me in the back as he pumped.
I released Dale’s cock, unable to service him properly while Jimmy rammed into me wildly. I looked at him through half-lidded eyes and he locked eyes with me. His hands worked his cock, keeping it hard in the cold night air.
My head snapped back as Jimmy pulled on my hair, ploughing my fertile fields with all his might. I knew he was lost to some primitive instinct like I was. The moonlight, the soft moss, the cool night air. How many times had this played out through human history? Naked carefree rutting under the stars, with no worries about the past or future.
Jimmy swung forward one last time, his balls swinging forward and slapping my clit before contracting upwards. I felt his cock pulse, a spasm that nearly lifted me off the mossy floor of the cave.
Spurts of his seed emptied into me, and he grunted in relief, his orgasm subsiding and his balls lighter. He collapsed on the floor of the cave, his cock falling out of me and wiping a trail of cum across my ass. He lay breathing, looking out through the waterfall.
Still looking back at him, I was flopped onto my back by Dale’s strong hands. I looked up into his face, his golden eyes glinting. His face looking down at mine showed no emotion. Even as his cock penetrated me, he was calm and savage.
Dale easily slid to the hilt inside me. He began slamming his hips down into mine, fucking me with wild abandon. His arms held my legs up and back, offering him easy access to my sex. On every downswing, his balls slapped my ass. His mouth went down to my breasts, eagerly sucking on my ample tits. My nails scratched long, deep tracks into his back.
His mouth clamped down on my nipple, sending me over the edge.
On my back, being pumped by this stud naked in this cave, I came hard. I howled in ecstasy. I couldn’t take my eyes off the bright golden eyes above me. My sex twitched and flooded, sending a slick downpour all over Dale’s working member.
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