Taken by the Wendigo

by Adrian Blue

  Taken by the Wendigo

  By

  Adrian Blue

  © Copyright 2017, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved

  Chapter One

  Sarah stared out the window at the fields passing by. In the front seat, Jill and her boyfriend, Tim, bickered about where to set up camp. Tim’s best friend sat in the backseat beside Sarah, silently looking out his own window. After a few minutes of small talk when they left the campus, Sarah had glued her eyes to the window and Gary had stopped trying to talk to her.

  The trip was not her idea of fun. Jill was her dorm mate, but they had nothing in common. Jill was shallow, vain, and only interested in partying. Nearly every day Jill mocked Sarah’s focus on school and her hopes for the future. Jill was very vocal about her opinion of Sarah’s single status and anything else she saw as a fault.

  If Jill’s relationship with her boyfriend was the alternative, Sarah was happy to be seen as deficient. Jill’s relationship with Tim seemed to consist of an unending loop of fighting and make-up sex. Jill’s transparent attempt to set Sarah up with Tim’s friend did not improve Sarah’s opinion of her. Jill and Tim had been fighting off and on since the four of them left the campus. After eight hours, Sarah’s head was pounding.

  They had driven south out of the city, deep into the foothills. According to the internet, the area was known for strange disappearances. There were sightings of creatures in the forest and howls in the night. Folktales of a Wendigo. It sounded like a place Sarah would go out of her way to avoid. And somehow, she was headed directly into the center of the forest.

  Jill parked in the small gravel parking lot next to the sign that marked the entrance to the campsite. There was only one other vehicle, a yellow SUV that looked like it had seen better days. Sarah pushed open her door as the others piled out of the car. The guys unloaded the bags from the back of the jeep, laughing and shoving at each other.

  Sarah wandered closer to the sign that marked the beginning of the trail. Carved into the wood was a rudimentary map. It showed the narrow rectangle of the parking lot, a long winding trail, and a small circle about a quarter of the way down the trail. The campsite. Sarah glanced toward the wall of trees.

  The trail entrance appeared like a doorway cut into the forest. From where she stood, Sarah could clearly smell the cedar chips that lined the path. The scent mixed with the smell of damp earth and growing things.

  “Hey!”

  Sarah jumped as a hand landed on her shoulder. She quickly turned to see Jill’s smirking face.

  “Jumpy much?” Jill laughed.

  Sarah forced a smile, casually shrugging off Jill’s hand.

  “Come on. We’re going.” Jill jogged over to where the guys were waiting with the bags.

  Sarah glanced at the forest again, before following her. She grabbed her bag from the ground and settled the straps over her shoulders. When she looked up, Gary was watching her. She gave him a faint smile and looked away.

  “Let’s go!” Tim yelled. “We’re losing daylight.”

  He headed toward the entrance to the trail with Jill close behind him. Sarah gripped the straps of her backpack and followed them. As soon as she entered the woods, a hush seemed to surround the group. Nothing moved in trees. Even the wind died down.

  They had only been walking a few minutes when Jill and Tim began to argue. In the strange quiet, their voices were loud enough to echo. Sarah eyed the forest around her. There should have been birdcalls and the chatter of small animals, but there was nothing. The woods seemed empty of life.

  She jerked at the feeling of something brushing her arm. When she turned, it was just Gary. He had moved up to walk beside her when she was distracted by the forest. He gave her a small smile, before scanning their surroundings.

  “It’s really quiet out here, huh?” he asked.

  Sarah nodded silently.

  Up ahead, Jill and Tim had reached the campsite. It was a small circle of dirt surrounded by forest on all sides. The site was empty except for a yellow, one-man tent on the far side of the clearing. Sarah studied it as she approached, vaguely aware of Gary still speaking.

  His words faded to background noise, as she looked around for any sign of the other camper. There was a ring of stones not far from the tent with the burnt remains of what had been a small fire. The ashes appeared wet, some of them washed out of the stone ring by the morning rain.

  “…to help me set up?”

  Sarah jerked her attention away from the tent to see Gary looking at her expectantly. She glanced over at Jill and Tim where they were setting up the first of the two tents. Gary knelt by the second, in the process of unfastening the straps that held the tent in a tight bundle. Sarah nodded and came over to join him.

  The whole time they set up the tent, Gary tried to make small talk. He asked her about her major, her hobbies, and her family. Sarah answered mechanically. Most of her thoughts were on the abandoned tent. Something about it rubbed her the wrong way. Combined with the eerie quiet of the forest, it put her on edge.

  No one else seemed to notice. As soon as the tents were up, Tim and Gary headed back down the trail to get the cooler from the jeep. Jill ducked into the tent the girls would be sharing, leaving Sarah on her own. The moment she was out of sight, a tree limb snapped somewhere out in the forest.

  After the dead quiet, the sound was as loud as a gunshot. Sarah jumped, jerking her head toward the noise. She peered into the woods, looking for any sign of movement. There was nothing. The forest was as still as it had been before. A shiver went down her spine, and she was suddenly sure she was being watched.

  “Yo, yo, yo! I got the beer!”

  Tim’s loud voice, pulled her out of her paranoia. She turned away from the silent trees to see Tim and Gary enter the clearing. They carried a large, blue cooler between them. The moment they set it down, Tim was digging inside. He emerged with a beer in each hand and a wide grin on his face.

  “Toss me one!” Gary said.

  Jill crawled out of the tent, as Tim passed a can to Gary. “Did you bring the chairs?”

  Tim paused in the act of popping open his beer. “Not yet.”

  Jill put her hands on her hips.

  Sarah tuned them out, as they began to argue again.

  Chapter Two

  Eventually, Tim and Gary brought four folding chairs from the jeep and started a campfire. By then, Jill was giving Tim the silent treatment and Tim seemed intent on getting as drunk as possible. The sun was quickly sinking down behind the trees, the shadows growing longer. The deep green of the forest faded to black.

  Sarah sat in a chair between Gary and Jill, trying to keep her eyes from wandering to the trees. Instead, her gaze was drawn to the abandoned tent. The camper had not returned when night began to fall. The faint breeze rustled the flaps of the tent, the sound loud in the stillness.

  “Have a drink, Sarah!” Jill cajoled, waving a can of beer in her direction. “Maybe, it’ll loosen you up a little.”

  Sarah took the offered can and set it on the ground beside her chair unopened.

  “God, you’re so boring,” Jill whined. She giggled into her drink a moment later, splashing some down her front. “Such a fucking tight ass.”

  Sarah glanced at Gary, but he seemed to be doing his best to avoid her gaze.

  “You didn’t have to invite me,” Sarah murmured.

  Before Jill could reply, a piercing howl rose from the trees off to their right. Jill jumped, spilling most of her beer in her lap, and Tim fell out of his chair. Gary blinked at the forest dazedly. Sarah looked at the three of them and then back at the trees. They needed to leave. Something was very wrong.

  The flame from their small campfire barely reached the edge of the cl
earing, leaving the forest pitch black. Like a yawning mouth, ready to swallow them whole. Sarah slowly rose from her chair. A tree limb cracked loudly out in the darkness. She backed toward the tents, as the other three struggled to gain their feet.

  “We need to leave,” Sarah whispered. “We need to go now.”

  “What are you freaking out about?” Jill slurred. She stumbled forward, closer to the forest, and turned to face Sarah. “It’s probably a deer or something.”

  “Someone’s afraid of the dark,” Tim said in a sing-song voice. He grinned widely and threw his empty can toward the trees. “Hey! Anybody out there?”

  Nothing moved out in the darkness.

  “See?” he said. “Nothing there. Chill the fuck out.”

  Jill giggled, rolling her eyes at Sarah. “You’re so lame.”

  A low rumbling growl came from the darkness.

  Gary tripped backwards over his chair, sprawling out across the dirt, as Tim took two staggering steps closer to the trees.

  “You think you’re funny?” he yelled. “It’s that guy from the tent. He’s fucking with us.”

  Sarah slowly shook her head. Despite what the rest of them thought, she knew it was no joke. Something was watching them from the shadows. Her eyes scanned the forest and caught on two pinpricks of light in the darkness. Eyes reflecting the fire’s glow.

  Before she could warn Tim, something reached out of the trees and jerked him off his feet. He screamed, high and terrified. The sound quickly became a gurgle and then nothing but the sound of ripping flesh. Jill and Gary were frozen in place by shock, but Sarah recovered quickly.

  She spun away from the sound of something tearing into Tim and sprinted down the trail. Away from the campfire, it was pitch black. Sarah hurled herself down the trail, arms out in front of her to avoid crashing into a tree. Another scream rose behind her, feminine and full of terror.

  “Sarah!” Gary yelled from somewhere behind her.

  Sarah slowed to a stop to look back. Gary staggered down the trail behind her, his silhouette visible with the fire behind him. Suddenly, a huge shadow blocked out the light. Sarah stared with wide eyes as the figure approached. She only got a vague impression of long limbs and wicked claws, before both it and Gary vanished off the trail.

  She heard Gary scream once, short and sharp, and then nothing. Sarah backed down the trail. After only a few steps, she crashed into something immovable. She slowly turned and looked up. A scream caught in her throat, choking her as her mind tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

  The creature was huge, over seven feet tall, but its ribs showed as if it had not eaten in months. Its body could pass as that of a starving man, but its head was shaped like a jackal with a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. As she stared, it reached for her with long, spindly fingers, each one tipped by a curved, black claw.

  Sarah stumbled backwards, crashing into a tree, but unable to look away from the monster in front of her. Even in the faint light from the campfire, she could see the blood drenching its emaciated body. It opened its jaws and a long tongue curved out of its mouth, coated in the same blood that covered the rest of it.

  Sarah did not think. She turned and ran blindly into the forest. Twigs snapped against her sides and rough bark scraped the palms of her outstretched hands. The forest was a mass of shadows. Every tree was the monster trying to grab her.

  It was impossible to hear anything over the pounding of her heart and her head-long crash through the woods. Was it still behind her? So focused on listening for the creature, she did not see the tree in her path until it was impossible to stop. She crashed into the trunk, slamming her head into the wood hard enough to see bright flashes of light as her knees gave out.

  Chapter Three

  Sarah weakly reached out to grasp at the tree trunk, struggling to pull herself to her feet. She had to keep going. All at once, between one gasp and the next, she felt a presence behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nails dug into the rough bark.

  She squeezed her eyes closed. Her mind screamed at her to turn and face the threat, but terror froze her body. A limb snapped directly behind her. Something about it felt deliberate, as if the monster was gloating. It knew she had no chance of escape.

  Sarah inhaled shakily and forced herself to turn. The faintest beam of moonlight spilled through the leaves overhead, creating a circle of dim light around her. Red eyes watched her from the darkness. She pressed her back harder against the tree.

  As she stared with wide, terrified eyes, the creature moved forward into the light. It was so much more horrifying when she could see it clearly. The obvious strength of its limbs was in direct opposition to the almost skeletal appearance of its torso. Blood covered the front of its body from its wicked jaws to below its waist.

  Following the blood trail, her gaze stuttered and fastened with horrified fascination on the flesh between its legs. Its cock hung heavy and plump against one thickly muscled thigh. As she stared, the already large organ began to lengthen and thicken until it was as thick as her wrist and nearly as long as her forearm. Sarah jerked her gaze away.

  The monster took a step toward her and she flinched violently. A low growl rumbled across the space between them. Without any warning, it charged her. Sarah screamed, throwing up her arms to protect her face. It did nothing to stop the sharp claws that racked down her front, tangling and ripping at the fabric of her shirt.

  Tears slipped from between her tightly closed eyelids, as cold air touched her bare skin. Seconds later, her jeans met the same fate, hanging in tatters around her ankles. She shivered in her bra and panties, waiting for the claws to burrow into her vulnerable flesh. When they did not return after several breathless moments, she slowly lowered her arms.

  Sarah gasped and slammed back against the tree. The monster was inches from her. So close its hot breath teased over her face, still carrying the almost sweet scent of blood. As she struggled to put any distance between them, an impossibly long tongue snaked out of the monster’s mouth. Sarah turned her face away in revulsion at the first swipe of the appendage against her cheek.

  Suddenly, its long, thin fingers seized her thighs and jerked her off the ground. She bit back a cry of pain when it slammed her back against the tree trunk and pinned her in place, its razor-sharp claws pressed to her inner thighs. Its head was level with her heaving chest as it stared at her with burning eyes.

  Sarah fought to close her splayed thighs, but even the slightest pressure caused its claws to dig into her soft skin. When it ducked its head toward her belly, she screamed. She expected teeth to rip into her, disembowel her while she screamed in agony. Instead, there was a puff of hot breath against her panties.

  Sarah froze. She slowly tipped her head down to see the creature’s face only inches from her most venerable place. She opened her mouth, to say what she was not sure, but before she could make a sound, the monster pressed its muzzle to her virgin pussy and inhaled. Sarah shuddered.

  The monster made a deep rumbling sound and opened it jaws wide. Sarah could not think past her panic. She did not want to die, but more than that she did not want the creature to feast on her most vulnerable parts while she was still alive. She struck out blindly, trying to push the monster’s face away.

  With a sharp jerk of its head, its teeth ripped away her last shred of protection. The waistband of her panties snapped and the fabric floated down out of sight. Sarah grabbed fistfuls of the creature’s fur in a last ditch effort to save herself. When it lurched forward again with its jaws open, she squeezed her eyes closed.

  Heat. Wet, slick heat. Sarah’s thighs tensed in shocked pleasure. She looked down, biting back a whine at the feelings assaulting her. The monster’s tongue swirled around her clit, every movement sending a shock of confusing pleasure to her pussy. It licked her over and over, rolling and massaging the little nub until Sarah was gasping. Finally, her virgin body clenched.

  With a choked cry, she came. Wetness flooded
from her to slick the creature’s muzzle. It immediately pressed closer and its wicked tongue slid inside her. Overwhelmed and shaking, Sarah let her numb fingers slip from the creature’s fur. Her inner muscles fluttered around the monster’s tongue, too overwhelmed to even consider not yielding.

  Sarah moaned at the feeling of the hot appendage so deep inside her. It was long, and thicker than she thought her virgin body could handle, but it felt so good. She wanted to fight, she knew she should, but every wiggle and thrust of the creature’s tongue made her cry out for more. Already, she could feel the pleasure building again.

  She tried to move her hips, but the monster’s grip was like iron. She could do nothing but writhe and let the creature have its way. Sarah’s muscles wound tighter and tighter, her cries growing louder as she felt ecstasy within her grasp. The creature suddenly pulled away. Sarah whined a denial, reaching out with both hands.

  Instead of returning, the monster adjusted its grip and the plump head of its cock pressed to her wet pussy. Before she could utter a sound, the creature began to push into her. Sarah arched her back, mouth open in a silent scream, as the thick cock entered her in an unending thrust. It stretched her virgin pussy to the limit, filling every bit of space.

  When it was as deep inside her as it could go, the monster pulled back and thrust in hard. It wrenched a scream from her. She looked down between her legs to see the massive size of the monster’s cock. It glistened in the low light, covered in her juices. Wetness slicked her thighs, a combination of the monster’s saliva and her own arousal.

  She was so full she was not sure if it was agony or ecstasy, but she needed more. The creature’s thick cock speared into her quivering pussy again and again. Each rough thrust pushed her closer to her peak. Her thighs trembled in the monster’s grasp, her legs forced open for its rough fucking.

  The slap of skin on skin filled the air until it drowned out her desperate whining and crying. Sarah raised her arms over her head to dig her nails into the tree. Her breasts bounced with each jerk of the creature’s hips and a hot tongue lapped at one of her exposed nipples. Sarah whined and arched her back into the attention.