Cum For Bigfoot 11, Lena's Story (6 page)

“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 roared; 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?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Try to set it aside, if you can.”

“I-I will. What will they do with those
men?”

“Bury them. They hide the eviden—”

“Wolfie’s gone!” Leslie ran into the room.
All color had drained from her face. “They fucking took my baby!
Those scum sucking bastards!” Tears fell down her cheeks. “I can’t
believe they took Wolfie!”

“Are you sure?” Zelda’s hands were on her
hips.

“I put him down in the portable cot. He was
asleep.” She doubled over. “Oh my God. They took my baby!”

“Oh, man. Bubba’s gonna spit fire when he
finds out.” Zelda whistled through her teeth. “This ain’t gonna be
pretty.”

The End

A preview of
Sarah’s Playmates
by
Virginia Wade

“Come with me.” He held out his hand.

“No.”

“You have blood on your face.”

“What do I care?”

He grabbed me, pulling me to my feet and
dragged me to a line of trees. I stumbled barefoot towards the
sound of water. At the river’s edge, he tore off a portion of my
nightgown and dunked the material, ringing it out. “Hold still.” He
wiped my face, but the rag quickly dirtied. I hadn’t realized I had
bled so badly. I touched my forehead, feeling the wound.

“Take your clothes off.”

I bristled. “I will not.” He looked at me in
such a way that I knew, if I disobeyed, he would shred the garment.
Then I would be left with nothing to wear. “Oh, fine!” I whipped it
over my head. “Are you happy now?”

“Wash. There’s too much blood.”

The water was cold, but it felt wonderful. It
wasn’t deeper than two feet, so I sat, freezing, and rinsed my
face. He stood and watched, predatory and formidable. I hadn’t had
time to process the fact that this heathen stole my virginity. If I
thought about it, I would surely cry again. My hand slid to my
abused pussy, washing away the evidence of his seed. I stood and
wrung out my hair, casting him a hateful glance. The coldness of
the air had me shivering.

“Are you happy?”

His dark eyes roamed from the top of my head
to my face. From there he went to my breasts, lingering for a long
moment before lowering to my stomach and beyond. Lust flared in his
look, and the front of his breechcloth began to rise.

Oh, great. He’s going to…do it to me
again.

“Come here.” Having no choice, I stepped from
the stream. He took the cloth, dabbing my forehead and examining
the wound carefully. “Hold this firmly to stop the bleeding.”

“Give me my nightgown.”

“No.”

Oh! You disgusting pig!

He led me up the small embankment through the
trees. Stars like diamonds glimmered over our heads, a decorative
curtain for the moon, which was partially hidden behind wispy
clouds. When we reached the fire, I sat on the blanket, wet and
shivering. I glared at my captor, wishing a snake would bite him,
but then I panicked, worrying the same might happen to me. To my
growing horror, he began to remove his clothing; the leather was
decorated with paint and beads. His buckskin leggings were untied
and tossed to the ground. When he was naked, an image of muscled
perfection approached, and I moved to the edge of the blanket. He
reached out touching my hair, and I slapped his wrist away. He
laughed at that, the sound rumbling in his chest, and then he
dragged me to him, forcing me to sit on his lap.

“No!” At that moment, two different sets of
female screams sounded, from opposite directions. “You horrible
Indians. Horrible.”

“Your people have killed mine. You shoot
children. You rape women. You burn villages. You’re the enemy.”
Anger flared in his look.

“I didn’t do it! I’m from England! I was born
in Africa! I’ve never even been to America before.”

His face was in my neck. “You’re white.
You’re the enemy.”

“That’s a rather slim way of classifying
things, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s like saying all white people are
bad.”

“You say all Indians are bad.”

“No…I don’t.” But I had. I had thought of
them all as murdering, scalping heathens. “You derailed the train.
You killed so many people. My fiancé is probably dead.” Tears
blurred my vision.

“You’re in our land. We stopped the metal
beast. Maybe no more will come now. Today has been a great victory
for my people. Now we celebrate.”

“You’re horrible. You took my virginity.” He
brushed away a tear, and I was mildly surprised by this show of
compassion. “You’ve no right to touch me.” His gaze settled on my
lips, and I perceived his intentions. “No!”

Strong hands gripped my face, holding me
immobile, as an aggressive tongue plunged into my mouth, despite my
protests. His desire to subdue me had turned into a battle, because
I fought him, pushing and struggling, trying to escape those
insistent lips. The cock beneath me was rock hard and ready to
assault my virgin pussy...again. Determination renewed my struggle,
and I redoubled my efforts to fight him off, biting him.

“Ach!” He shoved me to the blanket, his face
twisted in anger. There was blood on his lip. “You’ll answer for
that.” I lifted my knees, preparing to kick him away, but he
brushed my legs aside, astonishing and worrying me with his
strength. “This time you’ll like what I do to you, white woman.
When my cock dances inside of you, you’ll scream with
pleasure.”

I swallowed nervously.

The stars in the heavens bore witness to my
seduction, and, as I stared at them, I marveled at what the Indian
was doing to me, his face buried between my legs. I had tried to
fight him off…I truly had…but…after his tongue slid across my
clitoris, I lost the battle. From across the cornfield came the
distinct sounds of a woman’s moans, and it was Millie. Her Indian
had seduced her as well.

Laughing Hawk’s skill at cunnilingus wasn’t
to be underestimated, and, as he speared me, I closed my eyes.
“Ooohh…no…” I had never had a man touch me like this before. Their
tongues were stronger and longer than females. His thumb grazed my
nub, flicking gently, yet persistently, against the inflamed mass.
It was shameful to be writhing and trembling at the hands of a
bloodthirsty heathen, but my young, lustful body wouldn’t obey my
mind. “Stop it now,” I breathed, sounding less than convincing.

He kissed my inner thighs, leaving a moist
path, while he pressed against my clit with his thumb, maintaining
the sensual path I was on. I didn’t want to feel this good, my body
quivering and my tummy fluttering. Sensing the condition I was in,
he came between my thighs, his cock extended. The light from the
fire flickered off his skin, revealing a lean body rippling with
muscles. I felt him at my entrance, hard and demanding, and with
one thrust, he was in deep, slapping my pussy with his balls.

“Oh, my!” This felt so much better than when
he had taken me before. This time I was prepared for the intrusion;
my juices had slickened the tight passage, allowing him to glide
effortlessly. This sensation, coupled with his previous attentions,
left me panting, my heart racing wildly. I hadn’t expected it to
feel this good. I didn’t want to enjoy it. I should fight him off…I
should…but…the tingling in my center began to blaze uncontrollably.
From experience, I knew I wouldn’t last long. “No!” I gasped.
“Ooohhh…God…nooooo…” I shuddered, biting my lip, as wave after wave
of sensation swept over me. “Oh, you dirty heathen!” It was
marvelous having a penis inside of me. What a revelation! What a
magnificent instrument.