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  The two weeks I spent at home were filled with shopping, doctors’ appointments, and getting my financial affairs in order. We also had to find a buyer for several gold nuggets, which Leonard had found in the rivers and streams. Property had to be purchased, and the house needed to be completed. We were at a boring meeting with a tax adviser, and I stepped into the hall to find the restroom.

  “Porsche Delessops?”

  I turned to see a tall man wearing a baseball cap. His expression was eager, yet slightly predatory. “Yes.”

  “Hi, I’m Nick Redfern.” He held out a hand. I shook it somewhat hesitantly, not knowing who the stranger was. “I host a website about mysterious creatures. I do research on the strange and unusual. I’m hoping you can help me. Our latest project is finding evidence that Bigfoot exists. I was wondering if you’d talk to me.”

  Oh, shit! I tried to mask my panic. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I headed towards the ladies’ room. He followed me, just a step behind.

  “Look, I know you know about the Sasquatches.”

  “You must have me confused with someone else.”

  “You’re the woman living with them. You’re in on it with the government, who’s keeping it a secret.”

  I stopped walking to glare at him. “Look, mister, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You’re off your rocker, buddy. You might wanna cut back on the cough syrup.”

  “You live with them. They’ve taken you into their tribe. I just want to go with you…to see them. It’s a passion of mine. A life’s pursuit.”

  I dashed into the bathroom. “You’re crazy. Leave me alone!” I hid for as long as I could. When I emerged, the stranger had gone, which was a relief. Out in the parking lot, I scanned the cars, feeling anxious and suspicious. I noticed a tan colored van parked across the street, and a man wearing a baseball cap sat in the passenger seat. Oh, great.

  “Some guy accosted me in the hallway.”

  “What?” Mike held open the door.

  “Over there, in that van. That’s him. He asked about Sasquatches. He knew my name. He said he was Nick Redfern.”

  Alarm registered on his face. “Get in and sit tight. I’ll be right back.” He ran towards the van, but it suddenly moved into the street, burning rubber as it raced away. Mike stood with his hands on his hips, staring after the vehicle. Then he pressed a few buttons on his cell phone and strolled back towards our car.

  “I got the license plate number. I’m gonna let Dr. Haynes know about this. There’s a leak somewhere.”

  “Are we in trouble?”

  “No.” He drew the seatbelt over his chest. “There are Bigfoot hunting clubs and stuff. They run around the woods trying to get evidence. They’re conspiracy theorists and curiosity seekers. We have to rescue them every season when they get injured or lost. Morons.”

  “He knew my name.”

  “Yeah, that part bothers me.”

  “Me too.”

  I packed several days later, getting ready to return to the forest. Dr. Haynes and George would be accompanying me. They were excited to meet Kat. They wanted to outfit her with a tracking device. Mike would stay and take care of the new house. I’d see him again in a few weeks. He drove us to Lost Lake. The winding road had a hundred and forty-four turns, which lead to the edge of the wilderness. The campground was situated at thirty-one hundred feet, nestled within a dormant volcano known as Mt. Hood.

  Dr. Haynes and George were behind us. We parked in a gravel lot next to newly planted trees. This was where my adventure had begun all those years ago during a summer camping trip with Christopher Vandekamp and his father, Doug. I had slept with the sexy dad, enjoying him in one of the cabins. My friend’s Leslie and Shelly had been along, as well as Cameron and Darren, but only the girls had gotten kidnapped. Those first days were filled with terror and mind-blowing sex. Little did I know that my journey had only just begun, and that, years later, I would be the mother of a little Sasquatch and a baby girl. Who would have thought that I would marry a forest ranger? I had the best of both worlds: living among the apes, which I had grown to love, especially Leonard, and visiting my parents several times a year.

  Mike hugged me. “I’m gonna miss you.”

  I wore a shiny yellow gold band around my left ring finger. “I’ll see you soon.”

  “I’m gonna work my ass off getting the house ready.”

  “I can’t wait. I want a big fireplace.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He helped secure the infant carrier to my back. “The boys are waiting by the trees.” He was referring to the Sasquatches.

  “Yeah, I know. We’re probably gonna spend the night in Maggy’s old cabin.”

  “Looks like rain is coming.” Dark clouds had drifted over the mountain ridge. The lake appeared eerie; the water was placid and dark. There wasn’t anyone in sight, although an old Jeep was parked nearby.

  George strolled by me, wearing a huge backpack. “Here we go again. This is why I eat all summer, cause I know I’ll burn it off in three days.” A faded baseball cap was on his head. “Can’t wait to see the female anthropoid.”

  Mike kissed me. “Hang tough, baby. I’ll catch ya later.”

  I hugged him. “I’ll be fine.”

  “You got the new phone, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’m gonna get everything settled, and then you and Daisy can spend time at the house. I’m meeting with the architect this week.”

  “You’ll know where we are, cuz you can track our position.”

  “That’s right. I’ll be joining you soon enough.” He kissed me. “I love you, baby.”

  “Love you too.”

  He kissed Daisy on the forehead. “Take care, my girls.”

  The scientists had gone on ahead, wandering around the edge of the lake. I smiled, feeling happy and euphoric. “I love these woods.”

  “They look good on you.”

  “See you soon.” I waved to Mike, as I made my way down the path.

  He stood watching until I was out of sight. Catching up with George and Connor, we walked to the other side of the lake, taking a small path into the woods. When we were clear of the cabins, a hulking beast of a Sasquatch stepped in front of me.

  “Leonard!”

  “Ggrrrooaarrr…” He grabbed me, holding me close, but mindful of Daisy. “I missed my Porsche.”

  “Who’s here?” I saw Dale. He growled at the scientists, the hair on top of his head standing on end. “Oh, stop that. You know George and Connor. Behave yourself.” He grunted in reply.

  “Only Dale,” rasped Leonard. “We see the tribe tomorrow.”

  “You’re looking healthy, Leonard,” said Dr. Haynes. “How’s the forest been treating you?”

  “Good.” He glanced behind us. “Where’s Mike?”

  “He’ll come later,” I said. “He’s got stuff he’s gotta do.”

  Dale had begun walking, not wanting to participate in idle chitchat. We headed down a path; our destination was several hours away. Thirty minutes later, rain began falling, and I had to throw a waterproof poncho over Daisy. I was soaked and shivering by the time we arrived at Maggy’s cabin. She had been Leonard’s mother, having passed away several years ago.

  Leonard lit a fire, and I held Daisy, the baby feeding from my breast. I placed her in a portable cot, which was lightweight and easy to fold. The room glowed and flickered with the embers of the fire. George and Connor were in a small bedroom; I could hear their muted talking through the wall. I snuggled between the Sasquatches and sighed. This was utterly familiar and comforting. Leonard began purring, the sound resonating deep within his chest. His hand stroked my tummy beneath a t-shirt. Not to be left out, Dale sniffed and licked my neck, rubbing his nose against my skin. Both of their cocks jutted, the ends dripping with pre-cum.

  This had been the house I had been taken to after my initial kidnapping. The basement was dark and smelly, with a heavy steel cage and a woode
n table with wrist and ankle restraints. Leonard kidnapped women and used them for sex. Leslie, Shelly, and I had been held for several days, enduring his monster cock. It was the beginning of an entirely different life for me. The rough start had led to challenges and, surprisingly, indescribable happiness.

  I closed a hand around each cock. They were going to work me over beautifully, and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. “Oh, you dirty boys.”

  “Whooaarrr…”

  “Purrr…purr…puurrr…”

  The scientists knew to leave us to our own devices after a reunion. They’d emerge once the apes had been thoroughly satisfied, and, with that in mind, I took Leonard into my mouth, sucking on the rounded tip.

  “Good, Porsche. Good.”

  Dale’s cock leaked profusely. I lapped at the river of clear fluid, producing a lengthy groan from him. Someone’s finger slid into my pants and between my legs, driving into the swollen folds of my pussy.

  “Oh, guys…yes!”

  Dale grasped my pants, dragging them down my thighs along with my underwear. I worked one shaft and then the other, sucking aggressively. Leonard’s finger reamed me, thrusting deep into my velvety folds. My wetness produced squishing sounds.

  “Oh, you boys are so hard.” I sounded breathless.

  Strong hands gripped my hips, pushing me to my knees. I sucked Leonard while Dale prodded me, but he did not slide inside like I thought he would. Instead, he ran over my swollen clit, arousing me even further. Leonard grasped my head, thrusting his cock to the back of my throat, gagging me. This treatment was wildly stimulating, sending me careening into erotic bliss. I gagged repeatedly; the width of him had my jaw aching.

  “Please, Dale. Stop teasing. I need it now!” He gave me what I wanted by sliding deep with one thrust. His heavy balls slapped my pussy, the sound nearly eclipsing his animalistic groans. “Oh, my God!” I loved being at their mercy, because I knew I could trust them. I didn’t have to worry that they would hurt me. “Fuck me hard, Dale! Oh, yes, you nasty beast!”

  “Ggrrooaarrr…”

  Each thrust massaged and pleased, until the tingling edges of release began to close in on me, like a euphoric cloud. Dale’s wheezing quickly reached a roaring crescendo. He wouldn’t last long at this rate.

  “Porsche! Gggrroooaarr…” He stiffened, spraying me with jizz; the abundance of whitish fluid gushed down my legs in thin rivers.

  He continued to ream deeply, his phallus gradually softening, but it was enough to drive me over the edge, my body shuddering with hundreds of tiny spasms.

  “Ooohhh…oh, God!” I nearly bit down on the cock in my mouth; it felt so good.

  “Whooaarrr…” Leonard erupted like an out of control volcano, semen splashing my face. I closed my eyes, trying not to swallow. Fluid poured down my neck, past my breasts, as he continued to eject measured spurts. “Good…good!” The Sasquatch grunted in pleasure.

  “Oh, Jesus.” I collapsed onto the blanket, and sighed. “You boys made me so messy.”

  Leonard touched my back. “Good, Porsche. I love my Porsche.”

  “I love you too.”

  Dale’s chest rumbled with the sound of laughter. “Porsche all wet.”

  “No shit,” I muttered. “Now I gotta take a cold shower. Great.” There was no hot water in the cabin. “Ugh.”

  Chapter Seven

  We headed out early the next day, a dense fog lingering over us, making the hike a challenge. These woods were familiar territory: the old-growth Douglas furs, the lichen covered boulders, and wild huckleberries. We stopped for lunch by a crystal clear stream and ate tasty bull trout, which Dale had plucked out of the water with his bare hands. It would be several more hours before we met up with the tribe, who had settled comfortably near one of our favorite hot springs. I looked forward to spending a few days relaxing and indulging in orgies.

  As the sun began to set and the shadows grew richer, I saw lights flickering up ahead, signifying a camp. Leonard and Dale sniffed the air, their keen sense of smell telling them that our friends were near.

  “Gggrrrooaarrr…” came a high-pitched voice I recognized immediately.

  “Lendal!” He nearly knocked me over with a huge hug. He seemed to have grown again. Bubba Jr. was behind him, practicing a ferocious growl that came out sounding guttural and weak.

  “I miss my mamma!”

  Leslie appeared. “Hey, girl. Glad you made it back.”

  “How was Lendal?”

  “He didn’t cry at all this time.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. He was a little bummed, but he got over it.”

  I flashed my wedding band. “Mike and I got married.”

  She hugged me. “Congratulations. You’re totally legit now.” We strolled towards the camp; a robust fire had been lit with something delicious roasting on a spit.

  “How were things?”

  “Good. No drama. Some of the apes left, but we still have Pooky and Archie.”

  Dale made a beeline for Kat, grabbing her and thrusting his nose into her neck. She tried to behave as if she hated it, but a second later she gave in and clutched at his fur. They began purring; it sounded like two happy cats.

  The scientists stared in amazement. “Well, I’ll be damned,” murmured Connor. “She looks exactly like them, although she’s slighter. No wonder the species continued. Of course, there had to be females.”

  Dale wrestled Kat to the ground, grasping her hips, as he drove into her. I rolled my eyes. “God! There are kids around! Couldn’t you have waited a half an hour?”

  They were oblivious to my scolding, grunting and thrusting like the savages they were. I shepherded Lendal and Bubba Jr. to the other side of the fire, while the fornicating beasts gasped and groaned their way to happiness. The scientists stayed and watched, which was slightly disturbing.

  Ignoring the horny couple, we ate roast pork with campfire biscuits and berries. Connor brought candy bars for Bubba, and he ate two of them at a time, until Leslie hid the remainders.

  “He’s fat enough as it is!” she complained.

  I sat with Leonard. Lendal and Daisy were between us. Lendal was the perfect older brother, and he watched over his little sister. He licked her face, and she cooed. We were a mixed and bizarre family, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  After the little ones had been put to bed, we wandered to the hot spring, which was a short distance from the camp. Zelda remained with the scientists, watching over the babies. The atmosphere was festive, yet laced with sensual expectation; the reunion of separated lovers would be epic. Our favorite activities were food and sex and not necessarily in that order.

  I stripped, anticipating the heated water. With any luck, we would be at this camp for a while, before moving to the winter house, which Mike was building. Kat fell into the hot spring with an enormous splash, disappearing under the surface. I gingerly made my way in, but Leonard grabbed me, dragging me to him.

  “Oh! It’s so nice.”

  Bubba and Leslie held court at one end, the king and queen of our tribe. He sat on a rock with a pipe hanging out of his mouth. The smell of sulfur mixed with cannabis, creating a noxious aroma. It wasn’t long before his pinkish cock was in her mouth being expertly sucked. Dale and Kat were able to stand, the water reaching their necks. I clutched at Leonard, because my feet would not reach the bottom. Archie and Pooky swam to the other end, the water soaking their fur.

  After we had bathed, we climbed out, grabbing blankets, and headed for a small patch of sweetgrass. The Sasquatches shook themselves like dogs after a bath, the water flying in the air around them. Leonard sat in the grass, and I snuggled in his damp arms. I was surprised when Kat crawled over; her expression was eager and curious. She came right up to me, rubbing her nose in my boobs.

  “What are you doing?” She grunted in reply and sniffed, taking in my smell. She seemed to enjoy me, inhaling deeply. She had never done this before, and it was slightly perplexing. He
r approach was feather soft and lingering; the feel of her fingertips sent little tingles down my back. Leonard didn’t seem to mind that she was exploring me, dipping her finger into my belly button. “What’s going on?” I murmured.

  “Crazy ape,” rasped Leonard.

  “I’m not crazy. I just want to have fun.” It continued to amaze me how well she articulated her words. “She’s a pretty toy. You should share her with me, Leonard.”

  “Ggrrooarrr…”

  As she kissed my belly, Leonard squeezed my breasts, gently pinching the nipples. Leslie rode Bubba, working his cock with sharp thrusts. Dale and Pooky loitered, with Archie looking on. There were always more males than females, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Oh, my!”

  Kat drifted between my thighs, her tongue flicking across my sensitive skin. I was wet instantly, as she prodded, sliding through the lips of my labia. The sensation was exquisite, and a stark contrast to how Dale and Leonard performed the task. Her tongue was long and abrasive, but instead of hammering me like a battering ram, she took her time, gently wiggling and exploring. I flung my head against Leonard’s chest and moaned. It was sensual torture, and I never wanted it to end. Saliva dripped between my cheeks, wetting me. She followed the fluid with her finger, teasing at my entrance.

  “Oh, God…”

  “Whooaarrr…” Bubba growled, thrusting into Leslie, jetting sticky semen inside of her.

  “Oh, fuck, you dirty ape!” She rode him, her dark hair hanging down her back. She dug her fingertips into his belly and screamed, “Oh, God! I’m coming so hard!” Pookie and Dale waited patiently for their turn.

  Archie lubricated himself with his own pre-cum, his thumb moving in leisurely circles over the rounded tip. His mother continued to lave, working me skillfully. It was naughty and perverse, but intense pleasure had its steely hooks in me, overriding everything else. I ran my fingers through the fur on her scalp.