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  A tunnel revealed itself with torches placed at intervals. The walls had been painted with amateurish looking stick figures of men and drawings of animals.

  “Oh, wow,” murmured Jean. “They’re Pictographs.”

  The smell of animal hide grew strong in the closed in space, some of the apes clearly needing a bath. We emerged into a cavernous room filled with torches, animal pelts and a small cooking fire. The feel of a breeze indicated that there was another exit somewhere. The walls were covered with cave paintings; the images were faded, yet plainly visible.

  “Wow. Just wow,” uttered Jean. “I’ve seen the Big Four Ice Caves, but I’ve never heard of this one.”

  Bubba stepped on his pelt and dropped to it, grabbing a nearby pipe, which he lit with the end of a torch. Zelda and another white woman, who had been Maggie’s sister, took the children, disappearing through a hole in the wall. Maggie’s sister had been Leonard’s mother, but she died from a massive heart attack days ago.

  I found myself on a fur next to Leonard, who drew me onto his lap. Shelly was in Dale’s lap, and Leslie sat at Bubba’s feet. She poured water into tin cups and passed them to us. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been dying for company. All we’ve been doing is…um…waiting and…fucking.” She grinned sheepishly.

  The atmosphere shifted, my tummy suddenly tingling, as if it were a sex barometer measuring arousal levels. Several Bigfoots loitered, and one of them began to beat a drum softly. The smell of cannabis filled the room, and I got the distinct impression that we were about to—

  As if on cue, Bubba’s cock sprung from the tufts of his fur, engorged and angry looking. The lengthy, pink phallus dripped on the end, clear fluid falling to the fur. He grunted and nudged Leslie, who drew a sharp breath when she saw it. Jean was next to me, and I felt her hand on my arm.

  “Here we go again,” murmured Leslie. “Looks like I have to suck it.”

  Chapter Three

  Bubba growled deep in his chest, his hearty approval evident in the carnal glint of his glossy black eyes. These apes understood us rather well, although their vocal chords stymied their skill at speech.

  “We’ve already done it once today. Somebody’s awfully horny.” Leslie wrapped her little hand around the enormous shaft. “But…it is yummy, isn’t it?”

  Shelly and I exchanged a knowing glance, my body tingling from an onslaught of arousal. Leonard’s cock grew beneath me, the hardness pressing into my bottom. Jean looked horrified, her eyes darting between the apes, clearly worried that she would have to have sex with them.

  “How can you do this?” She swallowed visibly.

  “It’s…not so bad,” I said.

  Her face scrunched up, her features distorted. “You’ve all been brainwashed or drugged. There’s something wrong with you.” She glanced around nervously. “With all of you.”

  I shrugged, not really caring. “I dunno.”

  Leonard’s nose was against my neck, nuzzling me. The feel of his hot breath, fanning out over my skin, left me tingling and shivering with anticipation. He purred deep in his throat, the sound affecting me like an aphrodisiac. I turned in his arms and pressed myself to him, unable to deny wanting my hairy lover and not caring about Jean or what she thought of me.

  “Grrroooaaarrr…” Bubba’s cock was in Leslie’s mouth being sucked aggressively.

  “My naughty boy likes having his cock sucked, doesn’t he?” purred Leslie. She nibbled on the edges of his spongy flesh, the sheen of pre-cum trailing down the veined length. “Bubba’s a horny boy. He likes it.” He growled, his huge belly heaving. A hairy hand patted the top of her head in encouragement. “Yes, he does.” She ate the crown whole. “Ummm…”

  Shelly’s lips slid across Dale’s mouth, their tongues snaking together. He’d removed her dress and massaged her breasts, pinching pink nipples between his fingers. I thought back suddenly to the first days of my kidnapping and how terrified I had been of these creatures. I knew now that there was nothing to be afraid of. They loved and cherished their women, and, although their cocks were enormous, they used them for pleasure, not pain.

  “Don’t you fucking touch me!” hissed Jean.

  One of the apes had removed her hat, exposing the shiny strands of her strawberry blonde mane. He snatched the rubber band from her ponytail, releasing the pretty hair, which cascaded down her shoulders.

  “Oh, I’m not gonna be some damn ape’s concubine. You’re not getting me to—” A hairy hand tore the shirt from her back, exposing her simple white bra. She screamed, the sound echoing off the walls.

  Bubba barked at her, annoyed by the noise. His pipe had yet to leave his lips, as he inhaled deeply, while being serviced by Leslie, who slurped on his cock, her head buried between his legs.

  “Oh, God, yes,” breathed Shelly. “Suck my pussy.” She was on her back with Dale buried in her snatch, his lengthy tongue driving into her, reaming her with hot wetness.

  Leonard’s tongue was in my mouth, and he tasted of animal sweetness, yet a touch tarty. He’d been nibbling on berries all afternoon, and the smell lingered in the fur around his beard.

  “Stop it! Oh, shit, no!” Jean thrashed and hit her Bigfoot, who had torn away her shorts. Her pussy was exposed; the patch of dark blonde hair had been neatly trimmed. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” She scrambled to her feet and ran, only to be snatched up in the arms of the horny ape, whose cock jutted out ready and eager for her. “Let me go!” Her legs flailed through the air. He brought her to a pelt, where she landed on her back; the jiggling mounds of her full breasts had her ape’s attention, as he sucked a hardened nub into his mouth. “NO!”

  Shelly sat on Dale, his cock buried in her. Another ape fed her his meat, and she sucked heartily, while thrusting her hips back and forth. Dale’s hands gripped her ass, aiding her to seek pleasure on him, while his expression revealed hooded eyes and a slack-jaw.

  “Oh, yeah, fuck me!” Shelly exclaimed. “Yeah, you dirty apes. Gimme that cock!” She gagged on a penis, gasping and moaning.

  I found myself between two apes; Leonard’s finger was in my pussy, while another’s toyed with my anus. He’d used his pre-cum to lubricate his finger, and the pressure was incredible, forcing my tummy to tremble with wicked sensation. My growing appreciation for this type of activity had me moaning up a storm, the pleasure and pain forcing my back to arch, thrusting out my ass. Leonard’s lips were on my throat, sucking my tender skin.

  “No! NO!” I glanced at Jean, who had an ape between her legs. She hadn’t stopped thrashing yet, forcing another Bigfoot to hold her arms down, while his cock bobbed in her face. “Stop. God, please stop.”

  An ape was now behind Shelly, pushing his cock into her. “Oh, yeah! Two monster cocks in my pussy. Oh, shit, yeah!”

  “Grrroooaaarrr…” Bubba erupted then, spurting a geyser of cream into the air. These apes produced an unseemly amount of sperm, and it was abundant and sticky and hard to swallow. I should know. I had been obliged to eat it the other night, and it had been too much for me.

  “Oh, fuck, God that’s so good,” moaned Shelly. The sight of two hairy creatures fucking her was insane. She rode Dale while his friend joined them, cramming his cock into her already full pussy, pleasuring all three of them. “Oh, shit, yeah…”

  I grasped the cocks around me, massaging them, while ape fingers were in my hungry holes, working in and out, teasing me with the promise of what was yet to come. “Oh, Leonard,” I breathed, as my lower anatomy pulsed with arousal.

  “Whhooaaarrr…” He pulled me on top of him. “Good Porsche. Good.”

  I straddled his bulk and lowered onto his mighty organ, letting it slide deep inside of me. “Oh, wow…” His friend touched my bottom, pouring oil over me from a leather pouch. I knew I was about to be double-teamed by two monster cocks, and there was nothing I wanted more at that moment. “Oh, God, yes. Fuck my ass!”

  A face was buried in Jean’s snatch. The fight seemed to have gone out of her
. I knew how wonderful their tongues felt from intimate, firsthand experience. They were super-long and slightly rough-textured, which made them feel incredible in a woman’s pussy. They twirled and thrust and lengthened to hit all the nooks and crannies, especially the ultra sensitive G-spot, which they seemed to know how to find instinctively. The ape that had held her arms down rubbed his cock against her mouth, coaxing her to open for him. Pre-cum poured down her cheeks.

  “God! Shit!” screamed Shelly. She shuddered and moaned in the grip of climax, the two apes in her pussy driving her over the edge. “Fuck me, you fucking apes! Ooohh…”

  Bigfoot penises hid a sensual secret. They looked enormous, but they were spongy around the outside and they felt surprisingly comfortable when sliding into tight orifices. With Leonard in my pussy and the other in my ass, I groaned with the agony and the ecstasy of it all. “Oohh…God…”

  Leslie sat in Bubba’s lap, while another ape was between her pale thighs, sucking and fucking her with his tongue. She petted his head, while Bubba squeezed her nipples. “That’s a good ape. Suck mama. Ooohh…it’s so nice.”

  “Porsche! Good! Good!” groaned Leonard, who thrust into me, squirting his seed suddenly, which gushed out of my pussy, drenching us both.

  He continued to plunder deeply, his cock slowly softening. The space this created allowed the ape behind me to drive in fully, his heavy balls smacking against my pussy. The sound of sex filled the space along with the heady aroma of cannabis, which Bubba had yet to stop smoking.

  “Oh, God-Oh-God!” cried Leslie, trembling around the intrusive tongue that was lodged in her pussy. “Oh…ooh…yeah…that’s a good ape. Oohh…”

  I glanced over to find Jean thrashing her head, golden blonde hair falling over the fur. She was trying to get away from a dripping cock, but the ape was determined that she suck him. He pumped the end while prodding her mouth, entreating her to open for him, which she wouldn’t. “Oh, God,” she gasped. The ape in her pussy was burrowing in deeply, determined to get her off, and I was sure she was reaching the end. The stubborn woman fought against the sensations that were building within her, but it was a losing battle. She’d convulse any second now in the grip of bliss.

  I was on the edge, treading on the silky path of seduction, the thick cock in my ass delighting me wickedly. The inklings of pain only inflamed me more, propelling me over the brink into the welcoming arms of oblivion. “Oh! Oh, Leonard!” I moaned into his matted fur, his tongue licking me. His arms went around my back while I convulsed, reaching the pinnacle of lust, while the phallus in my bottom continued to plunge, the ape groaning and wheezing, tumbling towards his own release.

  “Grrroooaaarrr!”

  And then I felt the effects of his efforts, as my anal cavity filled to overflowing with hot, creamy spunk. It gushed out of me, wetting Leonard and running down my inner thighs.

  “Whhhoooaaarrr…” The animalistic sound reverberated inside the cave, bouncing and echoing off the walls.

  “No! No!” shouted Jean. She fought the orgasm that threatened, but it was useless. As she succumbed to pleasure, the ape whose cock prodded against her mouth, released a torrent of semen that splashed her face, forcing her to close her eyes. The fluid continued to gush unchecked, his groans of pleasure sounding broken and labored.

  I smiled at Shelly, and she grinned, looking tired. “Reunited never felt so good, huh?” she deadpanned.

  I laughed, “Nope.”

  Chapter Four

  I had been right about the cave. There was another exit, and we followed the Bigfoots out, walking by several cavernous spaces that had opened up on either side of the tunnel. The others had disappeared, but Bubba and Leslie, Dale and Shelly, and I and Leonard, followed by Jean and her ape, wandered out on a small path amidst old growth Douglas Firs. The apes seemed to know where they were going. Naked and barefoot, I felt like a creature of nature, wild and free. The heat of the late afternoon warmed my skin, the breeze blowing my blonde hair in my face. We came to a steaming hot spring that stank slightly of rotten eggs. The apes got in without hesitation, and Leonard held out his arms to me. I rushed into them, and we sank into the heated water together.

  I giggled with happiness, gazing into the glittering eyes of my Sasquatch. This prompted his tongue to flick out and lick the side of my face. “Stop it!”

  “These apes, man. They know all the awesome water sources,” said Shelly.

  “They should. This is their home,” said Leslie. She swam to Bubba, who had dunked his head under. When he resurfaced, water poured off of his fur in hundreds of rivulets. The breeze brought over the aroma of pine needles to counterbalance the smell of wet hide and sulfur.

  Leonard’s arms were around me, his finger stroking my pussy, dipping into the sensitive folds. I sighed and leaned against him, glancing up at the canopy of green over our heads.

  “No!” Jean continued to fight her ape, pushing against him, but he wasn’t having it and pulled her to him. “Stop it. Stop touching me.”

  “You be good,” he admonished, the words sounding raspy.

  Leslie laughed, “You might as well just give in. Save yourself the trouble. You will in the end.”

  “You’re all brainwashed,” she hissed. “You’ve lost your fucking minds. It’s the goddamned Helsinki Syndrome.”

  “We tried to get away,” I said. “I’ve just accepted it for right now. Who knows what tomorrow brings.”

  “I’ll tell you what’s gonna happen. You’ll be found. The animals will be quarantined, and you’ll go home.” She hit her ape, and he grunted. “Stop it!”

  Her statements made me suddenly sad, and Leonard, sensing my emotions and understanding her words, held me closer. “Maybe.”

  “No maybes. It’s a fact. The heat is definitely on. Tracks were found going to the hillbilly farm and other places. I assume they all lead back here.”

  Was she aware that the apes understood English perfectly? They may not be able to articulate our language with skill, but when it came to understanding, they were spot on.

  Bubba grunted and gestured, which was followed by a response from Leonard. The relaxing bath had suddenly turned into a strategy session with the apes communicating in their archaic language. Leonard let me go, and I swam to Shelly.

  “Something’s going on,” said Leslie.

  Shelly nodded. “Look, I love my guy, but…I gotta get home. I can’t live in the forest for the rest of my life. It’s totally not my thing.”

  Jean listened to our conversation and said nothing. The apes suddenly hauled themselves out of the water, and Leonard reached for me. The bath had been a short one, because trouble brewed; I could sense it. Back at the cave, orders were barked out, and the tribe suddenly sprang into high gear. Things were packed, furs were bundled, and fires extinguished. I’d been so tired from walking and the exertion of the orgy, and now it appeared we were going to set out again right before sunset. Ugh.

  “Shit,” grumbled Shelly. “If Jean had just kept her mouth shut. I’m beginning to hate that fucking bitch.”

  It became clear that Bubba and Leslie would go with the women and the Bigfoot children, while Shelly and I would travel with our apes. Jean’s ape took her along with several others. I was glad that I wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore. What a wet blanket.

  I hugged Leslie. “It was good to see you.”

  “You too.”

  “Yeah, Leslie-belly,” said Shelly. She hugged her.

  “It’s Shelly-belly,” corrected Leslie.

  “Yeah, whatever.” She smiled sadly. “I wonder when we’ll see each other again?”

  “Probably sooner than later.”

  “Unless the apes get caught,” I muttered.

  I wanted to snuggle with Leonard in front of the fire and sleep, but it was not to be. I laced up my sneakers and packed my backpack, flinging it over my shoulders. We exited the cave by the rear, forgoing the rocky climb and leaving behind the cart with the goat and chickens. I ha
d no idea what would happen to the animals. Traveling had just become lighter, but we didn’t have as many pelts or the portable shelter. We would be exposed to the elements, and, if it happened to rain, we would be miserable.

  I waved to Leslie, as she disappeared in another direction, the forest closing in on her. We hiked for hours, the moon sitting high above the trees and the sounds of crickets serenading us. My legs were numb from exhaustion, the muscles having given up long ago. My stomach grumbled with hunger, and yet we didn’t stop for a moment, the apes determined to walk for miles and miles in the darkness.

  We made camp in a rocky niche, and Leonard draped the ground with several animal pelts. The stars glittered overhead, as wispy clouds drifted by. At least it wouldn’t rain tonight. They made a small fire and then disappeared into the woods together.

  Shelly sat Indian style on the pelt. “Something’s wrong.”

  “Yeah.”

  “This is different than last time.”

  I shrugged. “Maybe they’ll find us.”

  “God I can’t wait to get home. I’m so sick of trees. I’m never going in another forest ever again.”

  I giggled, “It’s not that bad.”

  “You like him, don’t you?”

  I nodded.

  “They are sweet…but brutal. You don’t wanna get on their bad side; that’s for sure.”

  “They only club human men who want to steal their women.”

  She eyed me peculiarly. “Have you gotten your rag yet?”

  I shook my head.

  “Me either. Shit! I’m gonna die, if I’m pregnant. I mean, can you imagine? You go to the doctor, and he does an ultrasound and sees this thing in there.” She shuddered. “That freaks me out.”

  “The infant mortality rate is supposed to be really high. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  “Yeah, but still. I don’t wanna give birth to some freaking animal. My mom would die. My parents would disown me.”