Chapter 12
It was late in the afternoon when the two girls and the men reached the base of Pearson Peak. The mountain was a strange red quality and an inhuman evening chill was already in the air. Strange sounds of nocturnal creatures were already making their strange evening chants. Tricia felt a sharp hostility from the men and from nature as she realized that she and Sally were utterly alone.
Tricia was totally exhausted and even though the air was a chilling cold the sweat was pouring from her face.
"Hey, Paul," Horse said, "that ranger station is just up the hill a bit. If we take a cut over that hill, we'll be able to dodge em!
"Good idea," Paul said, as he motioned for the men to bring the captive women toward the path leading over the hill.
Paul ran on ahead like some kind of Indian scout seeking out shelter as he searched for a cave where the men could hide and work their bestial lusts on the two helpless wives. He eyed the rocky terrain and spied a small dark hole embedded in the craggy mountainside of Pearson Peak. He ran over to it and removed the small but brilliant flashlight from his backpack and cautiously entered the small hole. Once inside, Paul flicked on the light, and was amazed at the splendor and scenic wonder of the cave. The outside entrance was no indication of the expansiveness to be found on the inside. The beam from Paul's flashlight vanished into the sheer vastness of the eerie darkness. He ran his light beam along the strange and twisted rock formations. They resembled misshapen and distorted gnomes and gargoyles from medieval architecture. There was a weird musky smell which permeated the entire atmosphere in the cave and Paul got the distinct feeling that he was in some kind of forbidden catacomb. But the cave was perfect for the use of the men! The entrance was small and it was far enough away from the ranger station to make it relatively safe from discovery. Paul scrambled out of the small hole and rushed back to Horse.
"Hey, Horse!" Paul said. "I've found it up ahead! Perfect! What a cave!"
"It's pretty dark inside, ain't it?" Horse said.
"Yeah," Paul replied. "I had to use my flashlight."
"O.K." Horse said.
"You four men holding the girls go on ahead with Paul. The rest stay behind and help me gather up some wood for a fire."
"We'll have to build the fire pretty close to the entrance," Paul said, "so's it'll keep burning."
"Yeah," Horse said "That's O.K. Everyone get moving!"
The men scrambled to their orders as though they were in the army. Each of them knew that Horse Judson meant business and to cross him would take more than a few minutes off of one's life!
Tricia saw the tiny hole in the cave and as the men forced her through the tiny entrance, she had the feeling that she was traveling back through time, leaving civilization as she knew it and entering a strange and foreign land over which she had no control. Once inside the cave, her and Sally huddled together. The only light was the light from Paul's flashlight and it cast strange shadows on the men's faces. Tricia looked at Sally; it was more than obvious that Sally was scared to death. The encounter with Mick and Steve had been mild compared with the threatening atmosphere that was rampant in the cave with these strange and desperate men.
"Well fellas," Paul said. "Once we get that fire goin, we'll really warm the place up with these two little ladies."
He walked slowly over to Sally and firmly pressed the heel of his hand against the mound of her pubis which was still hidden beneath the tight-fitting garment of her panties. She immediately tried to bolt away, but he was too quick for her. He reached behind her full, firm buttocks with each of his steel-strong hands and cruelly crushed the voluptuous swells of her ass as he pulled her towards him, forcing her pelvis firm and hard against his crotch.
Sally shuddered as she felt the steely hard rod of Paul's meaty cock pressing on her pussy even through his thick pants.
Sally shuddered as she tried to imagine just how big and thick Paul's prick actually was! Jesus! The circumference must be enormous; it felt like the upper end of a baseball bat!
"Yeah," Paul said between his teeth. "I can't wait till they get back with that firewood. Then I'm gonna get a piece of your ass!"
Paul released her and she turned away in shame.
God! If only their husbands were here! Then maybe they could do something. Anything would be better than being treated like a piece of meat!
Suddenly there was a loud and violent disturbance outside the cave.
"Get in there! You goddamn son of a bitch!" roared the husky voice of Horse.
Tricia's eyes popped open wide in disbelief as the head of Don emerged through the small hole of the cave. Paul immediately flicked his flashlight on Don's face; it was bleeding.
Tricia ran over to Don, but before she could touch him, Paul grabbed her violently by the shoulders' and flung her across the cave.
"He's my husband!" she screamed.
Horse and his men had entered the small hole of the cave. Ron was also with them.
"Sally!" Ron said as he rushed towards his wife.
Before he could reach her, Horse stopped him cold with a hard punch to the stomach.
"There'll be no family reunions here!" Horse snorted with a malicious grin on his face.
Sally tried to attend the hunched-over form of her husband, but two men lunged from the shadows and held her so that she couldn't move an inch.
"Let's go boys!" Horse bellowed. "Get that fire going!" Instantly, the small army of men began chopping wood and arranging it, and within minutes a red, roaring fire glowed in the cave and threw weird shadows along the glistening, moist wall.
Ron stumbled to his feet.
"You can't do this!"
"The hell we can't." Horse said. "We can do any damn thing we want!"
"Yeah," another man said, "who's gonna stop us!"
Ron was silent. As he looked at the cruel, hard faces of the men, he suddenly realized that both he and Don were absolutely defenseless to protect their wives against the wanton desires of these men.
"Tie those bastard's up!" Horse screamed. "Let 'em watch!"
Instantly a barrage of men seized upon Ron and Don and tied them up, cruelly wrapping their hands with nylon backpacking rope and gagging their mouths with bandanna handkerchiefs. The two husbands were dragged to a corner of the cave and trussed up like butchered hogs to watch while their wives were at the complete and utter mercy of this desperate group of outlaws.
Paul could not take his eyes off the dark, seductive form of Sally, and she was becoming very uncomfortable as his eyes raced over her feminine curvaceous figure.
"Hey, Horse!" Paul said. "You mind if we start with this one?"
"Good idea!" Horse replied. "Be my guest!"
"All right, boys," Paul said. "Let's get her clothes off and see what she's got under there!"
The entire company of men rushed at Sally as though they had been waiting for this moment all their lives. The men formed a circle around her. She could smell the sweat from their bodies and hear their deep, rhythmic breathing.
Closer and closer they pressed upon the hapless wife. She felt their eyes racing wildly over her body; it was as if she were wearing absolutely no clothes at all.
Suddenly, a huge, paw-like hand shot forth from the group and crudely mauled the high, proud mound of her tight, nipple-capped peak, the tiny, hard tip protruding in marked insinuation underneath the tight-fitting form of her turtle-necked sweater.
"Mmmmmm!" The man chortled. "Mighty nice and tight! Like to suck on that all night."
Sally caught the gaze of her gagged husband. There was a silent communication of shock and shame between them as the men continued to shout obscenities at the pretty wife.
"Like to stick my cock right down her pretty little throat."
"Betcha her cunt's as tight as a glove!"
"Hope she fucks like a bunny!"
"Come on! Godamnit! Let's strip her down!"
"Please, no! Oh, please to God no!" Sally screamed as the men lifted her into the air. The army of hands squeezed and pulled Sally's virginal, exquisite flesh. Someone rudely grabbed one of her round, tight ass-cheeks and dug his thumb into the area of her tight-fitting jeans just below the hairy mound of her pubis so that the thumb banged wantonly against her body's most sacred and guarded orifice . . .
...the rubbery, fleshy entrance to her teenage pussy!
Good God! Sally thought to herself. They're doing this while my clothes are on! What will they do when they take my clothes off!?
The answer to that question was fast coming; for a frantic hand was rapidly un-peeling the tight-fitting form of her sweater to reveal the delicious, tan nudity of the exquisite skin of her unbelievably slender waist and belly! Suddenly a rough hand had made contact with the naked flesh of Sally's belly and was salaciously fingering the tight supple skin of her stomach. Sally winced in shame and pain as the man's rough, crude finger poked into the shallow crater of her navel. She felt her sweater being pulled up over the tit-filled cups of her bra, and within seconds, the captive teenage wife was completely naked save for her brassiere and jeans. The men gasped in wonder as they surveyed her gracefully curving shoulders, the voluptuous slope of her naked back and the inviting, tapering "vee" of her waist.
"Get that fuckin' bra offa her and let's get a gander at those titties!" one man yelled.
Instantly, Sally heard the metallic click of her brassiere strap as the elastic band unfurled. The flesh of her naked tits was so firm and supple that her brassiere went sailing across the room.
There was a moment of silent awe as the men stood there, lusting and eyeing the melonish, proud orbs of her tan, red-tipped tits. Her cleavage was deep and set off her womanish breasts nicely. Before Sally ever had time to think, her tits were smothered in a wild, frenetic attack of crudely roving and mauling fingers.
"No please! No!" the near-naked wife protested. "Anything but this!"
Sally turned her head to see Ron struggling in complete futility in the corner as his wife continued to be obscenely abused by these strange men.
"Her titties are real nice!" someone yelled. "Wonder what her pussy looks like!"
"Well, hell let's find out!" Someone shouted.
As the hapless wife wiggled in the men's strong grip like a pig speared on a pike, the men peeled the tight-fitting form of her jeans off the flaring femininity of her deliciously naked thighs and long, tan tapering legs.
"Spread those thighs!" Paul commanded.
The men ritualistically pulled Sally's exquisitely hewn legs painfully wide apart, blatantly exposing the entirety of her married crotch, clad only by the snowy whiteness of her panties, to the lustful and greedy eyes of Paul.
Sally gazed down between the deep valley of her own tits naked cleavage and saw Paul inching slowly towards the "vee" formed by her widely splayed legs.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah" Paul said as he placed his nose against the very inside of her thigh where the skin hollowed into the delectable nether regions of her crotch.
Without any warning whatsoever, Paul suddenly grabbed a side of her white panties and viciously ripped Sally's last protection from the shapely swells of her ripe thighs.
There was an audible gasp of awe as the men strained their heads forward to get a forbidden glimpse of Sally's naked pussy flesh, shamefully stretched out for all of them to look at!
Yes there it was; the dark, tufted glistening masses of her pubic hairs tapering into the blood-filled, fleshy folds of her quivering labia, trailing down to the musky darkness of her married crotch, to the beautiful, puckered hole of her naked cunt, to the solid, firmly packed crevice of her naked bottom!
"Look at that cunt!" one of the men shamelessly bellowed.
"Like to get a lick of that married pussy!" Someone yelled, causing tears of shame to flood the hapless wife's pretty, brown eyes as she realized that her own dear husband was helplessly watching at the men shouted their abuses at her!
"Hey!" Paul yelled. "Bring her on over here, by her old man! Let's see what he thinks about this!"
As the men carried the helplessly struggling wife towards the shackled form of her husband, the scene resembled some victim of a sacrificial rite.
"Hey boys," Paul said as he harshly kicked Ron's foot, "lower that sweet cunt right in front of his face. Come on!"
Obeying the orders of Paul, the men positioned Sally so that her legs were shamefully spread before her husband's face.
"Now, you just sit there and watch, buddy!" Paul yelled.
Ron struggled to get free, but he just flopped and floundered like a fish out of water as the men lowered Sally to about three feet above the ground.
As Sally awaited her fate at Paul's hands, Paul stepped aside and quickly removed his clothes. Sally winced in fear as she saw Paul's tightly-muscled and powerful body. There were tattoos all over Paul's skin and a large scar trailed from his pelvic bone to the beginning of his hairy crotch.
His chest was hairy, broad, and expansive, tapering down the "vee" of his torso into the tight, washboard of his stomach.
But what really caught Sally's eye and caused her entire being to quake with dread as her married eyes gazed upon the fast-hardening, purplish pole of Paul's thick, big cock!
Ron watched in helpless apprehension as this total stranger took his threateningly ominous, blood-filled shaft and milked it between both of his hands as though it were a tool being readied for use!
Good God! Ron's own wife was going to be fucked before his very eyes!
"You just stay right there, honey," Paul said as he put one leg on one side of Sally and his other leg on the other side as he stood above her like some kind of demanding, savage god.
Paul stood over the completely naked wife as the men held her helpless. Paul was facing her naked pussy which was positioned directly in front of Ron. Paul was high enough above Sally so she could see his hairy, naked, hard buttocks directly in front of her and the bloated, leathery sacs of his sperm-bloated testicles as they dangled ominously from his athletic, trim thighs!
"Now, Bud, watch this!" Paul boasted to Don as he wickedly, and in full view of Don, inserted his stiffened middle finger halfway into the hair-fringed fissure of Sally's nakedly offered young cunt!
Sally wiggled as she felt the rude invasion of Paul's stiffened digit send ripples of humiliating shame pulsing through her nude, married belly.
"Stop, stop, it please!" Tricia pleaded as she stepped forward.
"Shut up, bitch!" Horse screamed "or I'll stick you there!"
"Couple of you boys get over here and hold blondie," Horse commanded as two men immediately pounced upon Tricia and dragged her to the ground.
"Hold her until Fm ready for her!" Horse bellowed.
The two men held Tricia absolutely still as they jerked Tricia's head painfully in the direction of Sally so that Tricia was forced to watch as these obscene abuses were heaped upon her.
'Tight, baby, tight!" Paul said as he felt the firm vernal muscles in Sally's cunt crowd hotly around the invading shaft of his stiff, hot finger.
Paul suddenly lowered his crotch so that the hairy, lust-bloated sacs of his balls rested heavily on Sally's nudely exposed tits!
Don saw Paul's eyes roving up and down Sally's body and Don knew that his wife was about to be ravished before his very eyes!
"Unhg!" Sally moaned as Paul thrust his finger punishingly deeper into the married depths of her belly in full view of her husband!
"Man, your ole lady's got some cunt!" Paul said. "Wonder if my big old dick will even fit up there!"
Paul suddenly reached down with his free hand and rudely crushed the hair-matted sacs of his lust into the tender voluptuousness of Sally's naked breasts.
"Ow!" Sally yelped as the hot, rough surface of Paul's balls scratched painfully against the virgin white flesh of her married tits and cut punishingly deep into the pick-capped peaks of her alluring nipples.
"Just hold on baby," Paul said. "I got something real special in mind for you?'
Still keeping his oversized finger deeply embedded in the warm, clinging folds of Tricia's tender cuntal shaft, Paul reached down with his free hand and salaciously seated the long, thick, bulging dick into the blood-warm, tight cleft of her own tits' naked cleavage!
"Oh, yeah," Paul said. "It's nice and tight in there! Just like a cunt Um, um!"
As he pressed his athletic weight more firmly against Sally's nakedly splayed body, the men tightened their grip on Sally.
"Go ahead, Paul," one of the men said. "Ride her titties for awhile! We'll hold her!"
Paul suddenly withdrew his finger from the liquid shaft of Tricia's shamefully exposed pussy and took both of his hands and crushed both of Sally's big, luscious tits powerfully together, smothering the blood engorged thickness of his adulterous cock in the pleasure giving tit flesh of the haplessly captive wife. Paul snorted a groan of wicked, wanton pleasure as he felt the skin of Sally's breasts crowd around his gargantuan thickness with ball-crushing agony.
Sally saw Paul's firm, hard buttocks clench powerfully together as he drew his cock draggingly between the deep, forbidden valley of her cleavage. Although Ron's face was blocked from her view by Paul's body, Sally knew that Ron had a perfect view of Paul's long, hard cock as he stroked it agonizingly between the round, proud swells of her abused tits.
Sally could feel each and every hot, thick bulging vein as it grated sadistically against her tits as Paul began to rock his hairy-hips to and fro in an unmistakable rhythm of adulterous lust. Sally could feel the raging genital heat steaming between the hairy curve of Paul's crotch.
As he increased his humping, masculine rhythm, the men strained their necks like voyeurs to gaze upon the lewd, forbidden spectacle of Paul's awesome prick slithering obscenely in and out between the fleshy, naked melons of Sally's mauled tits.
The insides of Paul's powerful thighs gripped against Sally's naked torso as he locked her tightly in an overwhelmingly obscene posture of bestial desire!
His long, thick prick slid down the tapering curve of her waist and rubbed hotly against the shallow crater of her naked navel and brushed against the beginnings of her dark and musky pubic vee.
Suddenly, Paul stopped and dismounted Sally. He turned to the men and said:
"O.K. THE WARM-UP'S OVER! NOW I'M GONNA FUCK THIS BITCH TO DEATH!"