Chapter 10
The two sleeping men were suddenly stirred from their slumber of satiation by the deafening and rude roar of an airplane circling overhead.
"What the hell?" Craig said.
"Damn!" Rick yelled. "Where'd that bird come from?"
"Hell if I know," Craig said. "But, whoever they are, they've spotted us!"
Suddenly the plane dove extremely low and disappeared behind a clump of trees.
"Well, anyway, they're landing!" Craig yelled.
"What if it's the Feds?" Rick questioned.
"This area is restricted by the army! Ain't no one supposed to be here in the first place. They'll ask all sorts of questions. What if those broads shoot their mouths off?"
"Let's beat it!" Craig said.
Within seconds, the two men had grabbed their backpacks and vanished.
There was the sound of a heavy door slamming and the loud and raucous shouts of men.
"They gotta be over here!" a raspy voice shouted.
"Patty!" Jeannie shouted as she gave her friend a sharp nudge. "What are we waiting for! Help's here!"
The two girls suddenly began laughing and sobbing in a frenetic crescendo of relief. Yes, they would soon be safe! They were going to be rescued! Soon they would be protected and warm! And then they could look for their husbands!
"We're here! Over here!" Jeannie shouted with jubilation in the direction of the male voices.
"Please! Please!" Patty said. "Help!"
The first glimpse that Jeannie saw of Bud was his eyes, dark malevolent eyes peering through the brush, eyes that glared at her like some savage animal!
"My God! What's that?" she said to Patty as she saw Bud's eyes almost glowing with a strange, pagan ferocity from behind the thicket.
Bud stepped into view.
"Well, hello, ladies!" he said. "I'm your savior!"
Jeannie did not like the low, guttural laugh which seemed to issue forth from deep in the burly man's chest.
"You honies look real, real lost to me!" he chortled.
Jeannie also did not like his mock-sympathy and the lewd, half-grin which remained plastered on his face like the neurotic smile of a ghoul.
Suddenly, the ominous form of Curly loomed behind Bud. Patty and Jeannie both gasped as they saw the powerfully built giant lumber into view. His eyes were instantly riveted on the fine and fair form of Jeannie and she could feel his bestial presence like the scorching radiation from a heat wave.
"Will you please take us to safety?" Jeannie pleaded with Bud.
"Sure, we will, cutie," he said. "Just follow me." The girls followed Bud and Curly through a massive underbrush of thicket, and soon they came to the clearing where Bud had landed his plane.
Jeannie and Patty yelled for joy when they saw their husband's faces pressed against the tiny windows of the plane.
"Tom!" Jeannie shouted as she ran toward the open door of the airplane, Patty following closely behind her.
The two girls ran up the launch steps and saw their husbands who were exhausted and weak, stretched out on the plush, velvet cushioned seats.
Jeannie immediately noticed the bad shape that her husband was in:
"My God, Tom, you look awful. Haven't you had any medical attention or something to eat?"
"No," Tom said weakly.
As Bud, followed by Curly filed into the plane, Jeannie turned towards Bud in anger.
"Why haven't these men had any attention?" Jeannie angrily asked Bud.
Suddenly, the rough and burly man stepped forward, his eyes flaring with rage.
"Hey, honey, don't give me a hard time! Be glad your old man is alive!" he yelled in her face.
Slowly, Jeannie surveyed the room. The inside of it was not furnished in the manner of an ordinary airplane. The entire cabin resembled the inside of a swank penthouse. Lush, crushed velvet lined the walls and a thick, plush carpet of black shag covered the floor. She noticed a large, round bed towards the back of the cabin, and stores of whiskey, vodka, and gin lining the right wall. Then Jeannie became cognizant of the fact that there was a myriad of eyes staring at her. Yes, in the dim light of beginning twilight, she saw the open, wide-eyed stares of at least seven men on her.
Jeannie felt a dark, oppressive force closing in on her. She realized that the sooner the airplane took off, the better off Tom, Ron, Patty and herself would be.
"Well, can't we take off?" Jeannie asked.
Suddenly, a cackling, staccato blast of lusty laughter exploded from Curly.
"Oh we'll take off all right," he said, winking salaciously at Bud, we'll all have a real good ride!
Curly lunged forward and planted his huge lips on the blood-red, alluring mouth of Jeannie. He wrapped his powerful arms around her, and crushed her soft girlishness against the rock-hard masculinity of his immovable body.
Tom, roused to sudden action by Curley's lewd assault on his unguarded wife, attacked the giant from behind. Curly turned viciously towards him, and in two savage blows, one to the stomach, and one to the face, Curly knocked the valiant husband to the ground.
Jeannie made a frantic lunge for Curly, but before she could get her momentum up Bud grabbed her by the soft, demure, feminine blades of her shoulders.
"Let me go!" Jeannie demanded, as she suddenly wrenched free of Bud's grip and turned to face him. Like an alley cat, she attacked his face, digging her long, sharp nails into his thick skin. Thin lines of fresh blood trailed down his face.
Bud raised his hand to strike Jeannie, but strangely and suddenly checked his actions. His face lit up with an evil, leering grin as if he had just realized something that had never occurred to him before, as if a plan had suddenly loomed into the view of his mind's eye.
Curly made a move to attack Jeannie, but, before he could, Bud stopped him.
"Hold it, Curly," he said. "We don't want to spoil our fun. We don't want to mess up that pretty little girl."
"Yeah. Guess you're right. Don't wanna ruin the merchandise."
Jeannie now realized that she had made a serious error in judgment, but she had no idea how serious, she had no idea how deeply malevolent Bud's vengeance would be.
"All right, men," Bud said, lighting a foul-smelling cigar and chewing nervously on the end of it. "Let's call a meeting! Everyone outside! Bring their old men along and tie them up." Within seconds, Tom and Ron were tied and bound with heavy ropes and gags of dirty shirts were thrust rudely in their mouths. The group of men forced the hapless wives down the launch steps and carried the husbands out into the clear area where the plane had landed.
It was the middle of twilight. Vision was still good, but the atmosphere outside was ominous; the sun was gone and the lonely, desolate hills seemed to glow a weird green color and the outr' chirping of nocturnal insects and bullfrogs dominated the primal sounds.
The two husbands and their wives were standing in a circle, a circle of men who were rapidly imbiding department store whiskey from a number of bottles passing in rapid circulation around the circle.
Bud swaggered boisterously to the center of the circle, with a cigar in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
He swallowed a mouthful of the amber liquid, then spit a mixture of tobacco, whiskey, and saliva between his teeth.
"You know," he said. "I've always been game for a little sport, and well, it looks like I'm gonna have my chance!"
There was a rude burst of lascivious catcalls from the men.
"Well, boys, here's the deal. We're gonna have a little hunting party, a little game here to make things much more interesting."
All eyes of the men were riveted on the lithe and voluptuous bodies of the two hapless girls.
Jeannie felt like she and Patty were pieces of meat at a cattle auction!
"We're gonna break up into hunting parties. I'll stay here and make sure that their old men don't go anywhere. Curly, you be the leader of one party, Sonny, you be the leader of the other party." A short, powerfully built, red-haired man stepped forward. This was Sonny Turner, and he had a reputation among the men as being more vicious than a rabid dog!
"Here's the idea," Bud said. "I'm gonna show this little slut here that no one lays a hand on Bud and gets away with it!"
He glared at Jeannie.
"But I got to be fair, so we'll give both of these broads a sportin' chance! We'll give both of them fifteen minutes to get out of here. Then we'll break up into our hunting parties. Whoever finds 'em first, gets to fuck the living daylights out of them!"
Jeannie shuddered as she fully realized the consequences of this cruel verdict; her and Jeannie were to be tracked down and hunted like animals!
This was a far cry from the things that Rick and Craig had put them through. This was a malicious and wicked game!
"Now," Bud continued. "If you men aren't back here in two hours with both of these broads, we'll take their husbands into town and they can find help. We'll get the hell out, and no one will ever believe that we were here in the first place, since there's absolutely no way to prove that we were. But we aren't going to lose, are we, fellas?"
"No, Bud!"
"Naw, we all want a piece of that juicy cunt!"
"We'll track 'em down, and fuck 'em to death!" The shouts and threats of the men became a weird and ritualistic chant.
Jeannie was terrified.
"O.K., boys," Bud said. "Any questions?"
"Yeah, Sonny said. "There's just one thing that's bugging me. Ain't this restricted army area."
"Hey," Bud said. "Don't worry about it. Ain't no feds gonna be pokin' around here tonight."
The men drew closer to Jeannie and Patty.
"O.K., men, we gotta make this real, real interestin'. Got to make sure everybody's got an equal chance. So here's the rules. Everyone gets one flashlight and that's it. And ... EVERYONE TAKES THEIR CLOTHES OFF. This last remark by Bud absolutely terrified Jeannie. Never in her wildest nightmares had she ever dreamed that she would be in such a humiliating situation of degradation and despair!
Yes, her and her friend were to be hunted and tracked like beasts, stark naked by a bunch of savage and naked men, while their husbands stood by absolutely powerless to help!
"O.K. men I've got a little treat in store for you. Everyone of you strip down, and then, all of you can help these two hordes get their clothes off!"
Patty and Jeannie watched in terrified dread as the men took off their shirts. Some of their chests were matted and heavy with hair, others were flabby and hairless. But she could not help but notice the gargantuan physique of Curly. His stiff, powerfully enisled muscles were shiny and slick, and they expanded and contracted with an overwhelming masculine force each time he moved.
Then the real horror began: one by one, the men removed their pants and then their shorts, revealing each of their lust-bloated pricks and balls dangling between their legs.
Jeannie looked away in terror, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a furtive glance of Curley's immense, blood filled member, and it looked like it was as big as a horses prick!
My God! Jeannie screamed mentally. It can't be! It's impossible! No man could have a cock that big! No man!
The thought of that long, thick pole ripping violently into a woman's pussy filled Jeannie with horror, and the thought of Curley's throbbing penis coming anywhere near her, was enough to make Jeannie swoon!
Never in her life had she seen so much naked male flesh at one time! There was something primitive and savage about the entire affair.
Bud turned towards the two hapless girls and let out a snarling bellowing roar of cruel laughter.
"O.K. men. Like I said, we've got to keep everything equal! Why don't you boys take their clothes off a them so everyone will be naked."
"Whewie!" someone chortled.
"Yeah, let's see what kinda titties these girlies have got!"
"I wanna good look at their cunts! Gotta see if they's worth fuckin'!"
The wave of burly, nude, hairy men descended like a wave of ravaging locusts on the hapless teenage wives as their helpless husbands looked on in wide-eyed amazement.
Jeannie felt utterly humiliated as she stared into the eyes of her husband as a sea of hands lifted her into the air like she was the victim for some ancient, sexual sacrifice.
The men held both women in the air so that the girls were face up, towards the sky.
Patty could handle a little fun with one man, but this en masse stuff was very, very scary to her. Suddenly, a huge, paw-like hand snaked up at the side of her and mauled crudely at her shirt. Within seconds, her shirt was on the ground and the only garment protecting the sacred mounds of her womanish breasts from the lewd gaze of the liquor-boldened men was her brassiere, which was overflowing with the warm, blood-filled flesh of her young tits.
"Hey!" bellowed a thick, whiskey-ladened voice. "Someone a-rip that bra offa her and let's see those titties!"
There was a searing, ripping sound as a pair of strong, steely fingers tore Patty's brassiere into shreds!
Twenty probing, crude fingers were instantly running over the blood-red flesh of the hapless Patty's nipples squeezing them until tears swelled up in the eyes of the helpless girl.
"Hey these tits are nice!"
"Big, aren't they?"
"I want to suck 'em!"
Suddenly, Patty felt her jeans being torn from her skin, and then someone rendered her completely unprotected and naked by pulling her panties off. Patty caught a glimpse of who had ripped her underwear off; it was Sonny, and now he was obscenely sniffing her panties and making embarrassing symbols to his fellows with his fingers.
"Ah!" Patty exclaimed in amazement as she felt a stiff middle finger poking brazenly at her dark-haired pussy.
"Oh!" Another finger stabbed flagrantly at her buttocks and she could feel the intense animal heat being generated by the bodies of the hairy, naked men.
The men tossed and fondled the dark, luscious beauty as though she were a Nubian slave at an Egyptian flesh market!
Jeannie tried to feel some sympathy for her friend, but she was also being subjected to an ordeal of sinful humiliation.
The men had succeeded in stripping the exquisite, blonde wife to her black brassiere and black, silk panties and the sight of Jeannie's ivory skin against the dark undergarment was making the blood rush through the cocks of these men at breakneck speed. Each and every man there wanted a piece of Jeannie's ripe little ass!
"Strip the blonde down!"
"Yeah! Let's see if she's as good as her friend!"
Jeannie struggled valiantly, but the harder she struggled, the more powerfully the men increased their grip on her, and the weaker and more helpless she felt.
Rip! Snap! Swish!
The men had completely shorn every stitch of Jeannie's clothing off of her. Jeannie caught a despairing glimpse of her husband staring at her as the hands of these strangers roved freely over her body!
She remembered the happy times she and Tom had shared together. Never, never did she ever dream that it would come to this!
"Bring 'em down, men!" Bud yelled. "Set the fuckin' whores to the ground."
The men reluctantly lowered the hapless wives to their feet, but before Jeannie was fully on the ground, someone had taken one last liberty and jammed his fingers stingingly up her married pussy!
"O.K., you broads!" Bud said. "You know the rules! We'll come lookin' for you in twenty minutes."
He handed each of them a flashlight.
"Now go!"
Jeannie shot a frantic look towards Tom, as if trying to ask him what to do. He have his head a vigorous nod, and Jeannie bolted like a wild stallion in the brush, Patty following close behind her.
They ran for what seemed like hours, neither of them speaking a word, but both silently understanding that they had to put as much distance as possible between themselves and these sex-crazed men!
Yes, the two girls were panting with wide-eyed terror as they frantically leaped over logs and wiped long tendrils of clinging vines out of their way. Somehow, they seemed to be reverting to the instinctual sides of their nature; their trim, athletic bodies seemed to be giving them added power and strength.
The moon was beginning to cast a ghastly blue light on the surrounding underbrush, and Patty suddenly switched on her flashlight. Jeannie saw the yellowish beam and turned frantically to her friend:
"Don't! Patty! Don't! It's a dead giveaway signal for those bastards!"
"What?" Patty queried.
"All they have to do is catch one glimpse of that beam and we're gonners. There's enough moonlight to see by. Only use it if you absolutely have to!"
"Right!" Patty said. "Sorry."
"O.K." Jeannie said. "Let's take it a little slower for awhile. What we want to do is find some place to hide so's we won't have to run. If we stay on our feet, they're bound to find us."
Like panthers, the two sleek, lithe teenagers crept stealthily through the dense thicket, exploring every nook and cranny, desperately looking for a place to hide.
Back at the plane, the men had already gone through three fifths of whiskey. Many of them had become vicious and loud, and all of them were over-eagerly awaiting the word from Bud, the word that would send each of them on a frenetic hunt for the two wives ...
" ... and the first prize was a gorgeous piece of ass.
"I want the dark one!" one of the men bellowed.
"Shit, man, not me!" someone else said.
"That blond's cunt is as tight as a rubber. I had my finger stuck up it!"
"Hey!" another voice boomed. "I want to find both of them so's I can fuck 'em both!"
"All right, gentlemen," Bud said, as he wolfishly gulped down the half-filled amber contents of a whiskey bottle. "TIME'S UP!"
Half of the men gathered around Curly, the other half above Sonny.
"Go get 'em!"
There was a general crescendo of lewd laughter and the two bound and gagged husbands shuddered as they watched the two teams of naked men stalk into the forest to hunt down their own wives!
When the men got about a hundred yards from camp, each of them split from the group, each of them striking out on his own to try and track down a gorgeously nude female!
The sight in the remote Louisiana hills was a bizarre one; a handful of naked, burly men stalking through the moonlit brush like prehistoric cave men, each bent on one object; the cunt of a ripe, voluptuous female!
There were angry grunts and groans of frustration echoing over the thicket as the men continued to be eluded by the fleeing wives.
Curly had not acted so rashly as had the other men. He had not guzzled the liquor so quickly, for he knew he would need his senses to track down his prey. All his senses were sharp as diamonds, and he was going very, very slowly, taking in all the clues that he could see, smell or hear. He knew the girls had no tools and that they were naked, and completely exposed to the rough and thorny countryside plant life. They would naturally take the path of least resistance. He was following the most open tunnel of the brush very carefully.
Yes, he was sure they had gone this way. The brush was clear; it was a natural trail. Now the only thing to do was to make up for the time they had gained on him.
Curly suddenly began running, keeping his flashlight on at all times, and at all times making sure he was still following the path of least resistance. The sweat began rolling over the giant's powerfully masculine body, and a pungent, raw odor permeated his skin.
"God! What's that?" Patty whispered as a startling rustle of underbrush sent shivers of terror racing over her spine.
The two girls pivoted to see Curly lunge from the thicket like a wild beast, his teeth gnashing and his eyes aglow with a lewd leer of triumph.
He pounced upon Jeannie as though he were a hawk diving in on a field mouse.
"You're mine!" he gloated.
Suddenly there was another frightening disturbance from the brush and Sonny loomed into view. Sonny wasted no time, but dove straight for Patty.
"And I'm gonna be the first to fuck hell out of this one."