Modern psychiatry tells us that when the mind loses its equilibrium, it should be allowed to play itself back out of its troubles. A person who has gone outside the pale of society into what is called insanity should be allowed to go to a safe refuge somewhere and work out a new way of dealing with reality, perhaps even accepting his "insane" state as "normal".
The tender, innocent young blonde who is the central character in Lady Game Warden by renowned author, Jean Sifton, a victim of rape, sodomy and total subjugation to the base desires of her ruthless captors, deserved just such a chance to rehabilitate herself from the cauldron of emotions and desires that were unleashed in her by her nightmarish ordeal. Instead, pretty lissome Karen Kelly, was trapped by the circumstances in which she found herself and had no choice but to "take refuge" from the dangers of a disoriented mind by embracing the depraved members of the poaching gang as if they were her own kind. In so doing she perhaps saved herself from total mental disability, but on the other hand, she will always have a profound suspicion and mistrust of her own powers of recuperation, never able to make a perfectly rational adjustment to the real world.
The labyrinth of the human mind is a never ending source of wonder and trepidations, a network of contradictory information and misinformation that sometimes reveals something of the general state of affairs in a world that is called by psychiatrist R. D. Laing "a lunatic asylum without walls". Witness for instance the kidnapper and rapist of the helpless young blonde game warden, deer poacher Gig Barker. He had served five years in the country's fighting forces in the far east, doing his duty beyond all necessary limits, and yet, as if in retaliation for his having killed for his government, perhaps to the detriment of his own mental balance, he returned to become a dealer in black market venison, decimating the deer population in a national forest. He even went so far as to commandeer a friend from a nearby army base to transport his ill-gotten game out of the woods by a misappropriated helicopter bearing the insignia of the U.S. Army. Still, he was considered by many to be merely a successful businessman, and was well paid for his illicit activities.
While Lady Game Warden does not pretend to answer the important questions posed about the modern world and man's place in it, author Jean Sifton has attempted to present a true and detailed frank account of one set of circumstances evolved from just such complications.
We the editors and publishers of this moving novel will leave it to our public to pass judgment on the merit of the book as a work of art and social expression, but we here express our sincerest hope that the depraved characters who here go by fictional names may at this time be healthy functioning members of society, and that similar depredations of innocence may somehow be avoided due to someone, somewhere reading this novel of ad hominem pleading for justice.
-The Publishers Sausalito, California April, 1973
PROLOGUE
In the motel room there was only one light burning beside the bed, shining like a spotlight on the young blonde's perspiring face. Hanging slackly open, her mouth was forming words, but no sounds came yet. She was concentrating on the wild sensations boiling from her ravaged loins over her completely naked body pinned between the two men.
There was complete silence in the room, only broken from time to time by a deep-throated gasp from one of the three lust-abandoned figures wildly thrashing in the middle of the huge double bed, and by rhythmically squeaking bedsprings matching the moist fucking sounds as the penises stroked steadily in and out of her vagina and anus.
The helplessly flailing girl flung her head from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping back and forth over the man's face beneath her. Accidentally, she glimpsed the lewd picture they were making in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.
She groaned throatily at the lust-inciting view of the two long hard cocks ramming simultaneously up into her, at the same time jerking her long tapering legs as far out to the sides as humanly possible to give them greater access to her savagely plundered loins. This was sheer physical ecstasy, driving her into an uncontrollable frenzy of lust.
"Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhh, fill me with your cum!"she wailed into the room.
Suddenly she happened to glance at her lust-crazed face in the mirror, and with a mind-straining effort she focused her blue eyes on their reflection in the glass. Slowly, lewdly, she smiled at herself then quickly lost control again to the unholy sensations of lustful rapture about to burst deep inside her swirling belly.
Behind those blue eyes lurked another girl, the young innocent girl who would never have dreamed that she would be lost in the throes of sexual abandon in an unknown motel room with two strange men she had known only a few days.
This is her story.
CHAPTER ONE
Zingo Beatty did not like being called a redskin.
Although a full-blooded Choctaw Indian, he had skin like everybody else's. His objections to the name might have been a result of his childhood which was spent in white schools. There the inevitable word to follow "redskin" was "bastard", a phrase the other kids seemed to think hilarious. Now Zingo was twenty-nine years old, too big and powerful looking for anyone to address him that way to his face, but he still remembered and flinched inside every time he heard "redskin".
Zingo was an inch over six feet tall, and he weighed one hundred and ninety pounds in his moccasins, with a muscular frame like a prize fighter's and a suntanned face that should have been handsome but there was a single long scar passing from his forehead down over one eye and cheek to his upper Up, the gift of a drunken cowboy who didn't like Zingo's beating him out in a rodeo. The young Indian's eyes
I I were light brown, his nostrils large, flaring even wider when he was in the woods, and it was hard to say if his tightly compressed lips were smiling or not until you knew him.
At the moment he was definitely not smiling as he stared out over the endless trees of the valley beneath him in the Grand Teton Mountains. On the opposite side of the valley, standing on a gray outcropping of rock, was a slender figure in a U.S. Game Warden's uniform. Though the figure was apparently staring in his direction, Zingo was confident that he himself could not be seen as he lay flat on his stomach. His eyes peered unblinkingly until suddenly one of the game warden's hands lifted and removed his felt hat.
Long blonde hair fell loosely from under the hat, flowing down over the narrow shoulders below.
"Damn," Zingo swore to himself. "They're putting hippies into uniform now." In order to get a better look at this new phenomenon, the well-built Indian picked up his binoculars and focused on the distant figure. He drew in his breath with surprise when the face cleared in the lenses.
It was a woman!
The fact was obvious to him now that he could see her clearly, and his eyes flickered with interest from behind the glasses. The long legs under the green slacks didn't resemble a man's at all where the thighs swelled out curvaceously into the material. And the jacket had been tailored to take the extra contours of a pair of well-developed breasts straining tightly against the lapels.
Once again Zingo focused the glasses to zero in on her lovely young face. The girl couldn't be older than nineteen or twenty, he thought. Probably a college student. Her facial expression was one of the most innocent and unsuspecting he had ever seen, even on a girl this age.
If she only knew what she's getting into, Zingo chuckled to himself. These woods are filled with all kinds of dangerous wild animals and worse, including me and Gig. Reaching out to the side for his hunting bow and steel-tipped arrows on the ground, the young Indian scrambled backward on his belly through the underbrush. Then when he was safely out of the female game warden's line of sight, he stood up and ran silently back toward the others, scooping his moccasined toes under the twigs and leaves, Indian fashion.
Halfway down the slope toward the stake-out where Gig Barker and his girl were waiting for the buck that Zingo was supposed to be running in their direction, a white-tailed deer bounded out of the brush and fled ahead of him.
Christ, he cursed silently, I hope to hell they don't fire. It'd be a dead giveaway.
But just then the sharp crack of Gig's thirty-thirty rang out, echoing back and forth among the endless hills, gradually fading away in the distance, and Zingo hissed out another curse through his teeth. Now we're in for trouble.
His breath coming with deep, even regularity, Zingo stopped in his tracks and thought it over, wondering what he should do. He already knew what Gig would say brazen it out by taking the kill back to the hideout. But there was no way to realistically avoid the fact that the girl standing only a mile or so away would have to do something about that gunshot. Either she would follow it up herself, or she would contact the park police and there would be no way for him and his fellow poachers to get out without a lot of trouble. Besides, they didn't have nearly enough venison yet to make it worth their while to pull out now. They had figured that they probably needed at least another five hard days of tracking, killing and cleaning.
There's only one way around it, Zingo finally decided as he stashed his bow and quiver of arrows beneath a nearby ledge and marked the place with a slash on a tall pine. We're going to have to install another woman in the camp. At a slow jogging pace, the tall young Indian headed back the way he had come, smiling to himself as he remembered the look on the unsuspecting girl's face. She won't retain that innocence long, he was thinking. Not after a few days of living with old Gig Barker and crew.
CHAPTER TWO
To Karen Kelly the pristine valleys and thickly wooded hills were a never ending source of delight. And this was the best time of all, watching the sun slowly rise up as if over the Garden of Eden while the morning bird-songs filled the air around her like heavenly music for her ears alone. All through the shadows of the endless virgin timber the small sounds of wildlife at their dawn feeding came to her hearing, and she felt like a shepherd to nature's untamed creatures. Every day since the young blonde had begun her three month trial period as the first female game warden in the Grand Tetons National Forest, Karen had tried to find a secluded spot to observe the daily rebirth of the wild world she loved so much.
First there was always the sudden hush of complete silence as the night creatures sensed the approaching daylight and ceased their foraging while the dawn feeders were slowly awakening and sniffing the light morning breeze for news of danger, and then little by little their tiny noises began. By the time the sun topped the first distant corona-lined mountains, she could hear hundreds of slight movements in the brush, each animal or insect distinctly different to her trained ears. To the innocent young blonde it was a symphony of life and it filled her with exultation she could imagine herself living in this kind of country hundreds of years before, when as far as she would have known, the whole world was the same as this.
like an endlessly evolving painting, the clouds rippled through all the colors of the rainbow as the sun rose higher and higher, pushing the black of the star-studded sky farther and farther back until it was a huge bowl of blue with fluffy clouds floating across the egg-yolk sun.
Then suddenly a thin streak of white began to cut at an odd angle across the unblemished sky, a high-flying jet heading southeast. The curvaceous young girl sighed at the space-age intrusion into her paradise and looked away to the north where one lonely eagle was slowly circling down from a tall rocky crag tipped with yellow from the sun.
Although the gliding predator meant death for some other creature, nevertheless it was part of nature and seemed right, while the airplane was only taking people from one place they didn't want to be to another just like it, spewing out poisonous fumes over the countryside as it roared through the atmosphere above.
Karen Kelly smiled and turned her head when she heard the high-pitched voices of squirrels behind her. She saw them circling the trunk of a short needle pine, their tails flicking question marks as if asking each other if there was danger nearby.
At times like this the young minister's daughter wished she had been born into an Indian family in the days before her father's kind had invaded these hills. Life would have been so much simpler and cleaner, although she knew there would have been times when there was not enough to eat. In those days it was intelligence, love and perseverance that permitted men and women to survive, whereas today, all it took was a willingness to go along with what people expected.
Even her father, who had preached love and honesty for most of his life in these remote mountains, expected her to become just another dissatisfied drudge for some man. As an Indian squaw, she would have had to work hard, she knew, but at least she would have had a purposeful, fulfilling life and the respect and dedicated love of the brave she would have married. The alluring young girl had seen too much of the lives of the unhappy women in her father's parish. Since she had grown old enough to understand them, Karen had detected that women no longer seemed to have much love or pride in their lives. Men seemed to expect nothing more than sexual gratification from them, preferring their hunting buddies or drinking partners for all other activities.
Well, the young game warden told herself for the thousandth time, I won't let myself be trapped into that legalized hell on earth.
Inadvertently the young blonde had reminded herself of the night she had made the final decision to become an employee of the National Forestry Service. Although it seemed ages ago now, actually it had been only four months.
Letting her mind wander back to that night, Karen felt the warmth of the fully risen sun on her face and sat back on the rock where she had been standing. From the green knapsack she pulled out the sandwiches she had made herself the night before back at the lodge, pouring out a cup of hot coffee from the thermos to go with them. She glanced briefly at the data sheets she had been filling out in the woods for the past two weeks, then put them aside for more thorough perusal later. She had only seen signs of one family of deer so far that day, a fact she could record later. There were only two weeks left before the official ten-day hunting season opened, but already she had enough information from her observations to recommend the quota.
As she bit into the sandwich, she caught sight of the eagle ascending from a nearby slope, clutching some struggling creature in its talons-breakfast for the nestlings.
As she thought back on it now, Karen could see that she had actually been working toward the decision for a long time. In high school she had got more and more fed up with the restricted job opportunities that seemed to be available to girls. All the interesting possibilities were considered proper only for boys. As a female she was expected to become a housewife, a stenographer, a typist, a teacher all occupations to keep her cooped up inside all day, when Karen wanted to be outside. The precociously attractive youth had spent most of her childhood roaming the hills with her preacher father, who was also an amateur naturalist. If there had been any-likelihood of earning a living doing something like that, Karen would have jumped at it, but the minister had convinced his alluring young daughter that she would probably end up teaching botany in a stuffy classroom somewhere.
However, the crowning blow had come from her boy friend of two years, Larry Simmons. All along Karen had thought that Larry sympathized with her and wanted her to find something to do that would satisfy her needs. But that night at the drive-in theater, it all became clear. Larry had only been humoring her. He had expected her to finally give up her pipe dreams and become a housewife or, at best, a teacher until they could afford to get married.
It had started over the cowboy and Indian "shoot 'em up" movie they were seeing on a double date with Judy Lynn and her boy friend Harry Foxtree who happened to be three-fourths Indian himself, and Karen had turned on him from the front seat of the car.
"How can you sit there and watch this, Harry?" the young blonde had demanded, her blue eyes flashing angrily in the near darkness.
The young, dark-haired boy raised his head from where it rested on his girl friend's shoulder and smiled mischievously at Karen.
"Who's watching?" he chuckled. "I've got better things to do. Right, Judy?"
"Yeah," Judy giggled. Her slight lisp always made whatever she said sound slightly comical. "We know the redskins won't get the fort in the end. I just like to see all the shooting."
The young girl in the back seat lifted her parted lips up to Harry Foxtree, who planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss on their proffered softness.
"All you two ever think about is making out," Karen exploded.
The young blonde's boy friend put his hand on the back of her neck and stroked the fuzzy down up beneath the long strands of hair hanging down her back. "And that's about the only thing you don't think about, Karen. How's about a kiss? Come on! It'll be intermission soon, and I haven't even touched you yet."
"Ohh, men," Karen complained. "That's all you males ever want. Well, Mr. Simmons, I've about had it, believe me." She slid across the front seat and sat as close to her side of the car as she could.
"What's gotten into you anyway," Larry demanded. He had been trying for over two years to get into her inviting little panties, but she had unwaveringly stood him off. He had always blamed it on the fact that she was a minister's daughter, but now he was beginning to think there was much more to it than that.
"Nothing," the furious blonde replied, sulking in her corner.
"Come on, Karen, what's wrong with you? It's just a story. Nobody pays any attention to whether it's true or not. Come on, give me a kiss and forget about it." The handsome young man she had liked so much for two years suddenly seemed so stupid and unaware with his one-track mind, no better than Harry Foxtree. Karen had thought him so intelligent because he was an "A" student and captain of practically every team in the school. Stiffly she shook off his hands trying to pull her toward him.
"No! Leave me alone. I won't play the part of the love-sick young girl any longer. I've about had it with men."
"Is that so," her boy friend sputtered, stung by her remark. "And just what do you think you'll do when you get out of school? Go to a nunnery? No one's going to support a frigid little bitch like you."
That did it. Karen turned on him with all the pent-up fury of a wildcat trapped in a corner.
"You can forget all that, Mr. Larry Simmons! I don't need a man to support me. I don't even want one! My life will be much better without one. As a matter-of-fact, I've just decided I want to go home and start doing without a man right this minute." The angry blonde crossed her arms stubbornly over the full ripe breasts bursting beneath her sweater, and waited.
There came a long pause in which no one in the car made a sound. Little popping sounds of six-shooters and the wild whoops of attacking Indians were heard over the tiny speaker in the window. "Well?" Karen demanded.
"Okay, baby, whatever you say. Sorry, Harry, Judy. You heard what she said. We don't want to force our company on anyone."
"All right by us," Harry Foxtree said in a cold voice from the back seat. "Judy and I could have more fun at her ma's sewing bee."
Without another word, the young boy started the motor, lifted the speaker back onto its hanging post, and spun the rear wheels of the car as he pulled out into the lane between the parked cars. He flipped on the headlights too soon, washing out the technicolor landscape on the big outdoor screen in front of them.
The long Buick wound rapidly through the mountains heading back to the town where they all lived, the tires squealing slightly on every turn. None of them felt like talking, but Karen could hear little whispers and kissing sounds coming from the back seat. Little by little she began to feel ashamed of the way she had behaved. After all, Larry had helped to make her life in the small town they all had to live in at least bearable over the last two years. No, she reflected, it was more than that. She had grown to like him very much, and what little she knew about the good feelings that could be roused from her body, Larry had taught her. The young blonde knew everyone thought that because she was the daughter of a preacher, she was unapproachable and too pure to go in for that sort of thing, but she was human like everybody else.
"Hey, Larry, Judy has to make a rest stop," came Harry's voice from the back seat.
Without a word, the angry young driver pulled into the next wide place along the highway and flipped off the lights.
"Back in a minute," Judy said as she got out and headed for the bushes. A moment later, with a sudden decisive movement, Harry Foxtree got out and followed his date off into the shadows of the trees.
Karen and her boy friend sat alone now in the car, staring straight ahead at the moonlit stretch of asphalt curving around the hills. The young man lit a cigarette and exhaled the first lungful of smoke with a disgusted huff of air, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel all the while.
Suddenly the innocent young blonde felt abashed and a little ashamed of herself. Turning to stare at Larry's immobile face, she tried to find words for what she was feeling at the moment.
"Larry, honey, I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt your feelings. It's just that I think I'll never be able to fit in with what other people seem to expect of me. Can't you see that? Somehow I'm different."
"Yeah, you sure are," he replied coldly without looking at her.
Timidly the young blonde touched him on the arm. "Come on, Larry. I said I'm sorry. What more can I do?"
Slowly the high school senior turned his head and looked the pleading girl straight in the eyes. He seemed to be calculating what his next move would be.
Karen could see him wavering toward being his usual tender self, and she liked him much better that way. It was almost a firm decision in her mind that she would be leaving home as soon as school was out to find a way of making her own way in the world, and there was no sense in ending what had been a happy relationship with everybody feeling upset. Leaning her face closer to his and brushing her full resilient breasts against his arm still holding onto the steering wheel, the tender young blonde lifted her slightly parted lips toward his in seductive invitation.
Making a sudden decision, Larry tossed his lighted cigarette out the open window of the car and placed his right hand on the back of Karen's neck. It was obvious that their two year romance was about to end, and he wanted to get as much out of it as he could.
"Mmmmmm," the young blonde murmured as her boy friend lowered his mouth sensuously down onto hers, immediately flicking his moistly darting tongue up between the softness of her parted lips. Soon they were pressing their thighs together on the seat as Karen's firmly rounded breasts pushed provocatively into Larry's lean young chest. The youth could feel his excitedly aroused penis straining up into life inside his tight blue jeans as the hot ache of unfulfilled lust spread like a wildfire through his loins.
Unless he was badly mistaken, Larry knew that Judy and Harry would be off in the bushes together for quite a while. Unlike Karen, Harry's young girl friend liked making out almost as much as Harry did. More than once, Judy had let her boy friend actually fuck her, just as long as he promised to pull out at the last minute. Then and there, Larry Simmons made up his mind. This time the young athlete was determined to go all the way instead of stopping just at the point where it got interesting as they usually did. After tonight he intended to break up with the reluctant young blonde anyway, so he had nothing to lose.
As Larry continued to kiss Karen's moist responsive mouth, the incited high schooler slipped his big hands down behind her waist to her firmly rounded buttocks sheathed in their short skirt. At the same time Larry pulled his girl's lower torso toward him on the seat and leaned forward in their embrace so that her head slid along the back of the seat and into the far corner of the car. Now the minister's daughter was lying beneath the boy's body with her legs slightly spread around one of his thighs, which was pressing up between hers. The virile young man knew that if he kept teasing his wantonly working tongue up into the blonde's mouth and letting his left hand play sensuously over the voluptuous contours of her enticing body, she would become more and more aroused. Finally she would reach such a state of passion she would let her boy friend rub his hard throbbing cock up and down against the resilience of her softly trembling thigh until he would build to a climax and ejaculate onto the innocent girl's smooth skin.
The beautiful blonde-haired virgin felt the delicious erotic sensations beginning to ripple through every nerve in her body sensations Karen had for some reason always resented, while at the same time relishing them. The young girl had never been able to understand why Larry's mere touch should send such maddening currents of raw sexual feeling flowing throughout her entire being, but each time it had been harder and harder to resist letting him do whatever he wanted with her submissively quivering young body.
Now the golden-haired girl could feel her boy friend's stone-hard penis pulsing against the sensitive flesh of her belly as the young athlete held her tightly against his strong muscular body. As she opened her mouth wider to her boy friend's lashing hot tongue and moaned from the exhilarating sensations flooding down into her excited loins, she was unconsciously encouraging him, seductively grinding her pelvis against the noticeably straining bulge in Larry's blue jeans.
"God, you're so beautiful to touch," the young man whispered hotly into his girl friend's mouth. His hands were now shamelessly massaging her wriggling buttocks through the thin material of her skirt, squeezing and releasing their taut roundness with a hypnotic rhythm that titillated the young girl almost unbearably from head to toe.
More and more, the insane rising desire that Karen had learned to savor over their two years of going together was taking control of her mind and emotions. The innocent blonde let her thighs fall still farther apart on the seat of the car, and her boy friend accepted the invitation to settle down even closer into the inciting warmth of her hotly gyrating loins. Her dress had slipped all the way up to her white bikini panties, their thin nylon the only barrier to her steadily moistening vaginal opening.
"Ohhh, honey, you make me feel so hot," the young virgin murmured around her boy friend's wetly lashing tongue.
As if on signal, Larry eased his body up away from hers, a look of youthful lust clouding his handsome face as he fumbled to undo the fly of his pants. As always, Karen felt a twinge of fear as his thickly expanded penis was released against the skin of her bare thigh, but she still trusted him enough to let him begin rubbing it up and down over the naked softness of her skin, while his left hand began stroking the sensitive smoothness of her inner thigh. Soon, she knew, his finger would work its way under the elastic leg band of her nylon panties and massage the moist flesh around her tinglingly erect clitoris until both of them would have an orgasm.
In a part of her brain, where the age-old hunger of woman for man lived as it had for millions of years, the minister's daughter wanted more than anything else to take her boy friend's throbbing hardness up between her trembling thighs and feel it enter her untried little cuntal opening, but her well-trained conscience told her to take the makeshift pleasure as in the past, saving her virginity for her future husband.
Almost too late, the young virgin realized that Larry had no intention this time of stopping short of intercourse. His playfully teasing fingers found the narrow band of nylon up between her thighs and jerked it aside to tantalize its way into the thin blonde curls around her narrow exposed pussy-slit. At the same time his wildly throbbing cock left the warm flesh of her thigh and eased its way toward the vulnerable widespread "vee" of her loins.
"No, Larry, no. Please, you promised," her throaty voice reminded him huskily, half wanting him to ignore her this time.
With a desperate shove of her hands against his chest, she broke free of the lewd embrace. "You know we can't go all the way," she told him breathlessly. "You'd better take me home."
"Forget it, baby," her young boy friend growled down at her. "This time nothing is going to stop me."
Vainly, the innocent young blonde struggled to extricate herself, but the heaviness of Larry's body was too much for Karen as her body lay almost flat now, trapped on the car seat under him, twisting and writhing to get free. She felt her boy friend's right hand slipping up under her sweater to grasp beneath her brassiere at the firm ripeness of a heaving breast, his fingertips lightly stroking the rubbery erectness of her rigidly sensitized nipple.
Suddenly the young virgin could feel the hot tip of the boy's lust-hardened penis actually touching the softly quivering lips of her vagina, sending tantalizing waves of electrically charged sensation washing through her. It would be so easy, so wonderful to just give in and let him do what he wanted, she was thinking, a surge of wanton excitement increasing the warmly flowing moisture inside her cunt. Karen could almost imagine his long hard penis sinking deep up inside her heatedly throbbing vagina, filling its aching emptiness for the first time in her sheltered life.
Then Larry levered himself up closer to the narrow entrance to her tight little pussy as he moved both his hands down under her wriggling buttocks to get a firm grip on the gyrating mounds for the exciting struggle to come. His buttocks clenched as he made a short lunge toward her with his pelvis, the bulging tip-end of his insistently throbbing cock lodging firmly in the tight entrance to her cringing untried cunt.
The sudden pain brought Karen back to her senses, wiping out her mindless submissive lust.
"Oooooooooh! Nooo! Stop, Larry. Stop!" she moaned, her tightening buttocks squirming down into the plastic seatcover as she attempted to escape his penetrating onslaught.
The athlete shoved again, harder this time, sinking his bulbous cock-head up into the fleshy hot moistness as far as the rubbery band around the tip. The young boy was gritting his teeth to keep from cumming, the excruciating sensations of pleasure spreading throughout his aroused loins from this first plunge up into the girl's clenching virgin cunt as he struggled to keep her from throwing him off in her wild thrashing beneath him. He knew that if he could get past this last fleshy resistance he would be home safe, and then he could fuck into her for all he was worth. All her reluctance would be useless then.
However the young girl's determination was more than he had expected, and he could see that he might lose the little purchase he had in the clinging softness of her cuntal mouth any minute. Once she had bucked away from him, he would have a hell of a time getting into her again, so he let himself go and made several short fast strokes in the exquisite tight hotness until he felt the semen begin to swirl down in his aching balls and spin up into her partially impaled pussy.
"Ohhh, God," Larry groaned above her. "I'm fucking you, bitch. I'm cumming in your pussy."
Seeing that it was too late to stop him though his pulsating penis was only slightly inserted in her painfully stretched vagina, the young blonde put both hands on him to keep him from thrusting deeper up into her quivering belly and waited while he was gasping out his completion. The minister's daughter could feel the steaming hot sperm flooding up into her outer cuntal opening to surge out around his shallowly embedded penis and down onto the seat below. It was all she could do to keep from relaxing her taut vaginal muscles and taking all of the heavily jerking cock up inside her, but before long Larry groaned as if he were dying and collapsed down on top of her defenseless nakedness, all his will to violate her innocence suddenly dissipated. Slowly his pulsing penis began to deflate and then it slipped wetly out of her quivering vaginal mouth, leaving her maidenhead still intact.
For what seemed an eternity, Karen's young boy friend lay over her, breathing heavily beside her face, until finally he raised himself up from between her lewdly outflung thighs and looked down at her with a cold contemptuous sneer.
"Okay, Karen, up and out," he told her.
"Wh-what do you mean," she asked, a puzzled frown crossing her face as she quickly pulled her dress back down to cover the tops of her thighs, feeling the wet stickiness of his semen soaking her panties.
"I mean up and out!" he shouted this time. "No prick-tease is riding in my car after tonight. Fuck, or walk that's my motto from now on."
Larry's cold insulting manner brought tears of shame and humiliation to the young blonde's big blue eyes, but she didn't wait for further remarks. Before he could say another word, she had opened the door on her side of the car and was stumbling blindly up the road toward town. Faintly Karen could hear whispers and giggles somewhere off in the bushes, but soon she rounded the first bend in the road, leaving them all behind.
"Never again!" she promised herself out loud in the circling darkness. If that's all that men would ever want from her, then they would get absolutely nothing.
That walk back to town had been the final turning point for Karen Kelly. It was over two miles through the wilderness on that narrow highway, and the minister's daughter had decided by the time she reached the sign that read Elton, Pop. I,672 that she would aim for a job that would leave her alone with nature.
Now, as the young blonde sat in her game warden's uniform on the overhanging cliff in .the forest, she smiled to herself and took the last sip of her coffee. She was happy here, and she had not once in three months missed being kissed and caressed by a male.
Suddenly, echoing back and forth among the forested mountains around her, Karen heard the unmistakable sound of a high-powered rifle.
Oh no! she cried out in her mind! It had been reported that there were poachers trying to head off the official season in the national park, and that sound could only mean one thing they had shot and killed one of the lovely deer, perhaps the buck of the very family she had been trailing the last couple of days.
Karen felt her blood seething with anger as she quickly packed up her gear to set off in the direction of the gunshot. She wished that she had brought her walkie-talkie with her as the regulations required, but it had seemed such a lot of trouble she had never needed it before this.
Surely someone else had heard the noise, she was thinking as she headed for the trail around the next slope. And besides, no one would dare refuse to follow her orders once she had caught them in the act they would only be arrested from her description later.
CHAPTER THREE
Once again Karen Kelly opened the government map of trails while she rested from the long trek she had made circling the slope. The alluring blonde could see that the ranger station she had spent the previous night in was well over five miles back in the other direction. Since there was a radio there, Karen considered backtracking to get helicopter assistance to catch the poachers, but, by the time she reached the cabin, they would have had plenty of time to get away. Drawing her finger around the trail leading to where she was certain the sound of the rifle shot had come from, she calculated that it couldn't be more than three or four miles. If nothing else, when she found the place, she could always stay behind the poachers until she figured out what the best course of action would be.
The determined female game warden shaded her eyes and looked up at the sun shedding its Indian summer warmth down over the woods. She should be able to make it to the spot by ten o'clock if she kept moving. She could feel the perspiration dripping down into the collar of her uniform and was tempted to take off her jacket, but it would only give her another article to carry.
Finally, she stood up from her seat on the moss-covered rock where she had been sitting and set off with a look of determination in her blue eyes, her full shapely hips swaying inside the tight-fitting slacks of her uniform as she wound her way over the narrow trail.
It hadn't taken Zingo Beatty long to intercept the path of the young girl game warden. He had been following her for the last four hundred yards or so, and, when she sat down to consult the map, he got his first chance to really look her over. The sight made his mouth water-under the green material of the unflattering uniform she was really stacked, and it showed. Since the girl didn't seem to have any kind of weapon or communicator on her, Zingo was tempted to overpower the luscious blonde creature then and there and rape her. He had been watching his partner Gig Barker making out day and night with the girl he had brought with him, and it was beginning to get to him.
But the strong young poacher knew he had better not try anything until they were safely back with the others. It wouldn't do any of them any good if they became separated out here in the middle of the forest, especially if any of the other wardens had heard the high-powered rifle go off.
Suddenly he had a second thought, and he stopped trying to keep out of sight in the brush, entering the cleared trail way behind the girl and dropping his efforts to keep silent.
Karen was suddenly aware of the presence of approaching footsteps behind her on the path. It couldn't be one of the poachers, she was sure, since they still had to be a couple of miles in the distance. Cautiously, she stopped and turned her head, waiting for the approaching footfalls to bring the person into view.
Then she saw him.
The man was a young Indian wearing a buckskin jacket and pants, the deerskin moccasins on his feet whispering on the pine needles covering the floor of the trail. He looked to be in his twenties, very tall and handsome, his face marred by a long scar passing over his right eye. As he strode toward her, he smiled. For a moment, Karen could almost imagine that she had been thrown back in time to meet a young brave scouting out in the wilds.
But his words broke the spell immediately.
"Hi!" he greeted her, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to encounter each other here in the middle of the wilderness. "I saw you looking at your map back there.
You're not lost, are you?"
"Who are you?" the young blonde asked, slightly insulted that he should automatically think a woman would be lost.
"Zingo Beatty, Choctaw. At your service," he said gallantly, raising his hand, palm toward her, in the traditional peace greeting. "Don't tell me you're a forest ranger!"
"N-no a game warden of the U.S. Government," Karen answered with as much authority as she could muster.
"No kidding? A game warden?" Zingo acted amazed.
"Yes," she stated more firmly. "I heard a rifle go off somewhere up ahead. Th-that wasn't you, was it?" she asked, half hoping it wasn't. For some reason, she liked the looks of this handsome young Indian.
"Not me, Miss..." he paused, waiting for her to fill in her name.
"Kelly. Karen Kelly."
"Miss Kelly. I always use a bow, out of principle." He was standing very close to her now, smiling down at her as if he were delighted to be looking at her upturned face.
"That's good," she blushed under his gaze. "Because the hunting season hasn't started yet, and you could get into a lot of trouble."
"My people have had enough trouble from the government over the past couple of hundred years. I wouldn't want to continue that tradition," he told her with a serious expression on his face.
They looked at each other silently for a long time, as though waiting for something to happen, and then, finally, Zingo spoke again.
"Look, Miss Kelly, it might be dangerous for a woman if there are poachers up there. Let me go with you. I've got my bow stashed about a mile from here. How about it?" He could see the doubt clouding her face and then gradually giving way to decision.
"That would be very helpful of you, Mr. Beatty. I've never dealt with poachers before."
"Fine, that's settled. Off we go," he said cheerily.
Letting her lead the way, Zingo watched her lithe figure rippling under her uniform, the tautness of the material over her neatly thrusting buttocks sending signals of excitement down into his hungry loins. The Choctaw wished he had met this enticing young woman under different circumstances, sensing that there was some kind of magnetism between the two of them that could otherwise have led to promising results. But that was impossible now, and he made up his mind that he would take advantage of the blonde's naive youth and helplessness at the first safe opportunity.
As they neared the spot where Zingo had hidden his bow and arrows, his mind pictured what Gig and his girl Barbra would be doing when they got to the site of the kill.
If he knew Barbra, the two of them would be screwing up a storm. It never failed. Every time they made a kill, Barbra got so hot for Gig that they usually stripped then and there and knocked off a quick one. The Indian grinned obscenely to himself.
That ought to give Miss Karen Kelly quite a shock.
CHAPTER FOUR
The buck deer was already gutted and the legs tied together for carting back to the cave. Gig Barker was cleaning his hands with leaves and grass as he glanced proudly down at the huge animal he had shot.
This is a hell of a lot better than rotting in the jungles of Southeast Asia, he was thinking. Just the year before Gig had been discharged from the army and, at thirty-three years old, he was not very well suited for civilian life.
By chance, he had met up with Zingo Beatty, forming a partnership that had proved very lucrative indeed. They supplied exclusive resort hotels up and down the western regions with whatever game they needed to keep their rich spoiled guests happy. Sometimes it was pheasant, sometimes partridge, or even, on one occasion, wild bear. But the most lucrative and most challenging was this deer, out of season.
Lighting up a cigarette, Gig sat back against the ragged bark of a blighted hickory tree and grinned to himself. The training he had got in the army was sure paying off. They had this thing worked down to a science after only one year. Zingo knew where to find the prey and how to track it, usually killing it silently with steel-tipped and barbed arrows. Last winter the two hunters had found a well-hidden cave in the mountains near here and filled one of the cool lower rooms with chunks of ice. That way, they could stay in the woods for two or three weeks without having to take the meat out, thereby cutting down on their chances of getting caught. One night of hard work would get two or three thousand dollars' worth of venison down to the service road and onto a half-ton pickup they had bought for the purpose. Then off to the storage lockers...
Gig was six feet tall with black hair and dark brown eyes that always looked slightly threatening, a habit forced on him in the days when any man he met might potentially be ready to blow his head off. However, the soldier-turned-poacher felt confident now that he could exist here in the national forest for an indefinite length of time without starving and without being discovered. Hell, he had escaped from jungles swarming with enemy who shot first and asked questions later. Here the worst thing that could happen would be arrest and trial, followed by a fine and a suspended sentence.
Impatiently, the ex-soldier flung his cigarette to the ground, then picked it up again to strip it before burying it under some kicked-up dirt.
"Where in the hell is Zingo?" he blurted out.
"Forget it love, he'll be back when he gets back," answered the young girl who had been watching the agitated Gig. Barbra Finley Was impatient too for different reasons. She couldn't explain it, but every time she saw Gig make a kill, she felt the inescapable heat of lust building up down in her easily aroused loins. By now, she had learned that she had to wait a little while afterward until Gig would be able to get in the mood with her, and she would sit fidgeting and waiting for the proper moment.
The young brown-haired girl had met Gig Barker almost as soon as he got off the plane from Vietnam. She had been living in Haight-Ashbury, the hippie section of San Francisco since running away from home when she was sixteen that was four years ago now and she had got completely fed up with the whole scene there. All that talk about ecology and nature foods and the whole bit had come to be so much phoniness picked up among her acquaintances in the same way they'd pick up the latest "in" words. Most of them never left the city, never even looked at the sky unless an airplane happened to be flying low enough to worry about.
Then she met this guy who had actually been living on bamboo shoots and grub worms in the jungle, and it had blown her mind. She had been talking with him in bed one night after she had first made it with him when the poaching idea came up. All her reading and rapping with the Zen Buddhist nuts in San Francisco gave her a store of information about the balance of nature and how the deer population would be dying out from starvation if more of them weren't hunted. That was the first time that Gig had seemed to show any real interest in her, and he had quizzed her about lots of other things, including how she would cook if left alone in the wilderness and so on. So she ended up doing what all those freaks back in Haight always pretended to want to do: spending much of her time in close communion with untouched, primeval nature.
All this had had an unexpected side effect on Barbra Finley she had always been interested in men, but now she felt this raw sexual desire almost all the time, as though Gig had reached a previously untouched, primitive part of her being. The young brunette squirmed her buttocks down onto the moss where she was sitting, looking from under her long lashes at the handsome poacher across from her.
Gig Barker knew that Barbra was getting impatient. She always started getting horny as soon as he had dropped a deer to the ground, and her desire had usually reached fever pitch by the time he'd prepared it for portage. Now he looked at her long legs curled back under her firm buttocks encased in tight leather slacks, glancing up at her ripely thrusting breasts under the Indian vest and polo shirt beneath. She was, as usual, not wearing a brassiere, and the turgidly erect nipples jutted into the softness of the material so that he could almost feel them between his teeth. Her full sensual lips were slightly parted and she had a smoky glaze in her eyes as she waited impatiently for him to make himself available to her.
God knew how long Zingo would be gone, or what the hell he was doing, Gig was thinking. He should have been back long ago, right after he heard the gunshot. In fact, if he had been where he was supposed to have been when they were stalking the deer, the gunshot wouldn't have been fired the bow was much safer and cleaner.
Impatiently, the hunter stood up from the tree he had been leaning against and looked down at Barbra.
He felt his penis hardening inside his tight blue jeans as he looked down at her voluptuous figure. Christ, he thought, I'm getting to be as bad as she is. All I can think about any more is fucking her till she can't see straight.
"Damn it, Zingo, get back here!" he blurted out once again.
"Forget Zingo for a minute, you bastard," Barbra interjected. "Let's fuck." The young girl stretched out on her back and arched her loins up at him, rubbing her hands over her thinly covered breasts like a whore beckoning him on.
"Christ, you're sick!" he hissed down at her. "Every time you get the sight of blood, you get so turned on you can't take it."
"So I'm sick, honey. Come on, let's fuck," Barbra moaned up at him. She could tell that he was being affected by her sensuous movements, and she began to slip off her vest. She could hear him breathing heavily as he stood over her, watching as she gradually slipped off her shirt to reveal her cream-white up-thrust breasts to his transfixed gaze. Her hands stroked lewdly over the twin mounds of swelling flesh and then slipped slowly down over the smooth tautness of her belly to undo the snaps of her hipster slacks.
Gig Barker sucked in his breath and gritted his teeth in desire as he watched the sparse brown triangle of pubic hair at the base of her stomach come into his lustful view. Finally she drew up her knees and slipped the pants down over her ankles as usual she had nothing on underneath. The little slut, he was thinking. Now he could see the thin moistening slit up between her fully rounded white thighs, and he felt his throbbing hot cock jerking up to full erection when she slowly spread her legs on the ground and slipped both her hands down into the soft nakedness surrounded by little brown curls.
He couldn't stand it any longer. With a deep-throated animal growl, the deer poacher unbuckled his wide belt and stripped off his pants and shorts with the same motion. His lust-thickened penis stood stiffly out in front of his belly as he impatiently unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the ground, towering hungrily up over the naked young brunette lying on the ground in front of him.
"All right, bitch. I'll give it to you," he rasped throatily, stroking the thick foreskin of his lewdly throbbing cock steadily up and down over the bulbous burgeoning tip. If she wanted to act like a whore, he would treat her like one, he thought with an obscene grin spreading over his face. Wrapping his fingers tightly around his pulsing hardness, he pulled it down until it pointed straight out ahead of him, his heavily bloated testicles dangling obscenely beneath.
"Up on your knees, baby," he ordered her harshly. "Suck my cock, and, if you make it good, I'll give you a fuck. Come on."
Barbra hesitated a moment, staring at her boy friend's face twisted into an unfamiliar mask of cold lust. Gig was treating her like some anonymous prostitute he had picked up on the streets. Something in his face frightened her a little and she held back a second too long.
The big man reached down over her and tangled his fist in her long brown hair, yanking her head up until she was forced to take a kneeling position before him on the moss. She had often sucked his long thick penis before, but his present brutal unfeeling manner struck a chord of fear in her heaving naked chest. Then the depraved brunette began to feel even more like a savage cave woman submitting to her wild untamed mate than she had ever felt before. Mixed with her sensations of unreasoning fright were overpowering feelings of salaciously growing lust burning down in her naked tingling loins.
Little by little, the muscular poacher pulled Barbra's face up toward his expanded rigid penis until its velvety hot tip came into lewd contact with her moistly parted lips.
"Suck it," Gig hissed down at her from above.
Slowly, the young girl formed her lips into a warm wet oval and slipped them hotly over the pulsating tip of his expectantly throbbing penis, flicking her tongue dutifully into the tiny slit at the end of the glans to lick away the glistening clear drops of seminal fluid she had seen seeping out.
Gig felt the soft clinging moistness closing over the end of his urgently pulsing cock and groaned in delight from the warm lascivious sensations it sent swirling down into his balls. He watched the obscene picture she was making as she took more and more of his burgeoning shaft between her greedy lips. Her well-practiced tongue was laving up and down the thick vein underneath his aching rod of dilating cock-flesh as she began slowly bobbing her head back and forth in a gentle licking motion. The young brunette's eyes were closed now as she began to play the part of an expert whore, and Gig tightened his grip in her hair and shoved his bulging cock as far as humanly possible back up into the circling hotness of her mouth, almost choking her with its relentlessly expanded thickness. She was starting to make his balls ache with heavenly pressure and he didn't want her to fill him up with that great tenderness he sometimes felt for her this time he wanted to treat her rough for a change.
But the broad-shouldered hunter knew he wouldn't be able to last long in the hot moistness of her voraciously clinging lips, and he began to stroke roughly back and forth into her mouth, sinking his swelling cock in as far as it would go, his testicles slapping up against her chin beneath, each time he struck into the warm depths.
Barbra could feel Gig's lewdly skewering cock-shaft slither up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its fleshy rigidity. He held her face firmly now with one hand cupped under her chin and began to fuck brutally into her mouth, causing her to choke as he rammed his turgid member halfway down her throat. Suddenly she began to become lewdly excited by the way her boy friend was treating her and a strange masochistic hunger swirled in her belly as she heard her own low ecstatic moan bubbling from her cock-filled throat. Involuntarily, she began to undulate her nakedly up-thrust buttocks in the air behind her as she reached up with her hands to cup Gig's cum-bloated balls in her kneading fingers. She moaned again and again as her lips tightened more hungrily around the impaling cock fucking cruelly into her mouth, her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly with each vicious drive up into her. Now she was eagerly licking at the veins and ridges of his heatedly pulsing penis as her tongue lapped voraciously over the lust-swollen head, searching hotly for the tiny opening on the end. She felt used and battered by his heedlessly stroking cock, and the very lewdness of it seemed to blank from her mind everything but the sudden wild flood of ecstatic and masochistic sensations racing throughout her whole being like some obscene sheet of wildfire. Nothing mattered any more but the still swelling hard penis slipping in and out of her mouth, and she rocked crazily before its owner on her knees while she sucked obliviously at his wildly thrusting cock.
"Oh God, suck it, bitch. Suck it!" Gig groaned down at the top of her bobbing dark head. He could feel the unbearable pressure building deep down in his balls and he threw back his head in answering ecstasy.
Barbra could feel Gig's penis still more in her mouth, and she tongued its distended firmness madly, thinking cum, cum, cum, as she squeezed and massaged his hotly bulging balls with her fingers. She wanted now more than ever for him to fuck away the torrents of lust flooding into her anxiously waiting vagina up between her clenched thighs, but she sensed that he would have to explode in her mouth first.
And then it happened.
His jerking cock burst like a gushing hose, shooting forth thick streams of the viscous white liquid deep up into her furiously working young throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed repeatedly to keep from gagging on the continuous hot jets spewing endlessly from his fitfully ejaculating member. Barbra swallowed in quick voracious gulps, fastening her lips like a tight rubber ring around the cumming cock, not wanting to lose even a single trickle of the lust-inciting male fluid. In spite of her efforts, small droplets seeped obscenely from the corners of her mouth as Gig groaned and shoved his tingling cock all the way back into her throat and held it there.
"K-keep sucking!" he gasped down at her, holding her face buried up against his spurting loins.
Obediently she continued sucking and licking around the slowly deflating thickness, thin strings of lewd semen stretching from her outer lips to the thick base of his cock like a web of lust. She listened to him groaning in almost painful pleasure for a long time as she kept nibbling at his softening shaft, until finally it slowly backed away and slipped wetly from the brunette's warmly clasping mouth.
As the momentarily exhausted figure of the poacher slumped to the leaves in front of her, Barbra fell down onto her back with her knees still bent back under her, unconsciously thrusting the nakedly exposed pink mouth of her pussy up into the air. Lying there with her back arched above her heels, her roundly resilient white breasts pointing up at the overhanging trees, the young brunette felt such a hunger in her loins that she had to reach down with both her hands and massage at the heatedly aroused wetness up between her thighs in a vain attempt to assuage her lust.
"Oh God! Fuck me, fuck me, please," she moaned thickly in her uncontrollable passion. Looking down between the heaving white mounds of her up-thrust breasts and on over her straining thighs, the young girl could see Gig watching through cum-glazed eyes and she knew that he would soon be able to fuck her and satisfy the longing that had built up to unbelievable proportions. Already she could see his partially deflated cock throbbing heavily and jerking up into obscene readiness once again.
Barbra placed both her hands on either side of the damply seeping slit of her desirous cunt and stretched the opening wide so that Gig could see the hungry throbbing moistness nestling inside.
That was more than the lust-demented Gig could take. Slowly, without taking his eyes off the inviting cuntal mouth expanding maddeningly before his very eyes, Gig Barker stroked his thickening, still-moist cock up and down to bring it back to full erection as he moved on his knees toward the moaning, writhing form of the young girl. She wanted him to fuck her, and, by God, he would give her a good one.
CHAPTER FIVE
The trusting blonde game warden followed Zingo Beatty through the brush as they approached the part of the forest where the gunshot had come from earlier. The distance they had covered was much more than the young woman had expected, and Karen Kelly was a little out of breath from the fast pace they had been keeping up. She was becoming a little nervous now that they were getting close, and she was happy to have the young Indian along with her in case she should have any trouble with the poachers. The attractive blonde watched Beatty's strong muscular body moving in long strides before her on the narrow path, liking him more by the minute for his gentle ways with her. Karen hoped that this would be the beginning of a long term friendship between them he seemed like the kind of man she could learn to trust.
Suddenly Zingo stopped in front of her and motioned for her to crouch down with him among the bushes.
"I think I saw something ahead," he whispered, motioning for her to stay put and keep quiet. "I'll take a look."
Karen decided that his eyes and ears were probably much better developed than hers, since she had seen nothing, and she watched as he worked his way on his stomach toward a small clearing in the trees. Still within her view, he stopped and remained immobile for what seemed like a long time. Then he looked back over his shoulder and motioned her forward, warning her to keep down. It was difficult for Karen to move flat on her belly the way Zingo had, especially since her full, well-formed breasts kept dragging at the twigs and leaves on the ground beneath, but finally the young blonde crawled up alongside the young Indian who was staring intently into the shaded clearing ahead.
"There they are," he whispered. "They got a big buck, all right."
The innocent young game warden followed his glance between the thick leaves of the brush ahead and caught a partial glimpse of the deer's gutted carcass lying on the leaves. Then she caught a glimpse of white flesh off to one side and edged forward slightly to get a better look.
The young minister's daughter nearly gasped out loud. A completely naked couple was making love not five feet from the fallen animal!
"You see what they're doing?" Zingo whispered hoarsely over at her.
Karen couldn't answer. Her eyes were wide open as the incredulous virgin watched the couple totally engrossed in their lewd act of love. The man was posed over the young girl doubled up beneath him, his arms spread on both sides of her head, staring with an obscene leer down at the girl's flailing hair, his chest holding her upturned thighs tight against her flattened breasts. Slowly and rhythmically his naked buttocks rose and fell as he plunged into her nakedly exposed up-thrusting loins, a slapping sound coming to Karen's ears each time his stomach pounded into the dark-haired woman's slowly grinding loins, his heavy testicles bouncing lightly off the upturned crevice between her ass-cheeks with every stroke.
The young blonde couldn't believe her eyes as she watched the hard glistening cock-shaft slip wetly back out of the pinkly clasping opening of the girl's vagina, only to shove smoothly back inside again right up to the hilt. With every long deep lunge, the poacher was making into the moaning girl writhing wildly beneath him, Karen could hear a little animal grunt coming from the man's lips, matched by the higher pitched groan of ecstasy slipping from between the young girl's slightly parted lips. It was obvious that they were both lost in what they were doing, totally oblivious to their surroundings.
Jesus, Zingo was thinking as he too watched the scene with bated breath. Gig's really throwing it to her. He could feel his aching loins begin to automatically respond to the incredible lewdness of the sight, his penis slowly thickening and hardening inside his pants so that he had to shift his position on the ground to get more comfortable. It was like lying on a thick fleshy limb as he felt his blood-inflated cock lift his body up from the ground like an animated jack. He sensed Karen Kelly's involuntary excitement as she lay beside him, mesmerized at the lewdly fucking pair lying under the trees, and he let his right hand move unobtrusively toward her until he could barely feel the tautness of her thigh flesh under the rugged material of her trousers. He would let her watch a little longer before he tried to caress her nubile young body.
Already she was breathing a little irregularly from the lust-inciting view they were watching a little longer and she might be interested in some screwing herself. The very thought of fucking into the young blonde game warden made Zingo's throbbing rod jerk wildly beneath him, and he groaned softly in anticipation.
Barbra Finley was mewling defenselessly beneath Gig Barker, her emotion-flushed face showing a mixture of feelings. She was powerless to move as her boy friend buffeted her helpless body on the bed of dried leaves, driving her head back and forth among the rough twigs and branches. His hands now insinuated themselves between the ground and the white full cheeks of her buttocks, and he cupped the quivering half-moons in his spread fingers and palms, kneading and pulling her spasmodically trembling ass-cheeks far apart. His shoulders pushing against the back of her calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position while he fucked steadily into her steaming wet pussy, sweeping her buttocks wider and wider apart with each powerful forward lunge of his straining hard cock.
The lust-driven brunette could feel the blood-filled head of Gig's penis like a hot iron shaft fucking up and down inside her warmly viscous passage like a well-oiled piston. His semen-laden balls slapped repeatedly against her upturned anus each time his loins crashed down against her gyrating pelvis and wafts of cool forest air rushed maddeningly between her thighs every time he withdrew. Gig had started fucking her without any concern for how it felt to her, but now her lovely young face had contorted into an unrecognizable mask of wildly abandoned passion. Her womb flared and the slightly resisting lips of her hair-lined vaginal opening flowered to receive this delicious ravishment of her cock-hungry cunt. Desperately
Barbra forced her hands out from under her pinioned legs and wrapped them around his flexing buttocks as her seductively rotating hips slithered wetly upward to devour his lust-hardened rod.
Gig's virile hair-covered balls smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of Barbra's buttocks, making the whole sensitive area tingle and contract in response to the strange delightful wanton sensations. Her nails clawed a red-streaked path along his back as she pulled him deep up into her, thrusting her naked belly up harder to skewer herself completely on the driving hot flesh of his tirelessly rampaging cock.
Her body began to match his driving thrusts with her own rhythmic thrashings, and the dried leaves beneath rasped and crackled noisily in time to the two tightly entwined bodies humping wildly against each other. The guttural sounds of deep panting groans filled the air of the clearing, mingling with the wet sounds of sweat-soaked flesh, smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh, as the lewd sluicing sound of the hunter's pile-driving cock kept up a demented tempo in and out of Barbra's wetly sucking cunt.
Nothing mattered now but the delicious waves of sensual pleasure rippling through her deliriously clenching vagina as his thick inflated penis stroked rapaciously in and out of her welcoming pussy. All the way up it rammed until the blood-engorged head collided with the brunette's battered cervix deep inside with every powerful, body-jolting thrust into her frantically quivering belly.
Suddenly, the excited girl shivered under him.
And then she was moaning hoarsely up at him, her long brown hair whipping back and forth on the ground as she flailed her head wildly from side to side in her depraved abandon.
With a deep-throated groan, Barbra's lush young body stiffened and vibrated uncontrollably as her heated secretions of cataclysmic release flowed from her frantically convulsing cunt and inundated Gig's impaling shaft with its hot sticky warmth.
Then, shuddering in sweet joy over his girl friend's nakedly straining body jerking spasmodically up against him, Gig Barker released his grasp on her quivering ass-cheeks and raised himself high above her again. His only point of contact with her wildly thrashing body now was at her loins. Barbra thought her insides were about to split as she felt the head of his deeply sunk cock flex and flare into a hugeness that threatened to tear open her belly. Then suddenly he erupted, the thick hot liquid shooting far up into her widely stretched womb, mixing deliciously with the hotly flowing juices of her own climactic sensuality. The girl's mind whirled in a seemingly endless orgasm as the burning powerful squirts surged deep up inside her, filling her to overflowing with his warmly gushing cum. The seared, sperm-drenched walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped around his wildly jerking penis, working and sucking at his exploding shaft as though trying to milk him dry of every drop of his life-giving semen.
Cum flowed wetly out around Gig's still-pistoning penis, spilling wetly down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks and flooding over his heavily smacking testicles as he continued to fuck relentlessly up into her. Dazzling flashes of light filled Barbra's head as she breathed in short desperate gasps, their mingled fluids flowing in unchecked spurts down the full quivering mounds of her wildly pumping ass-cheeks.
"Oh God, baby, don't stop don't ever stop!" she pleaded crazily. The starving inner walls of her pussy sucked at the insatiable jerking penis until it finally gave one last spasmodic throb and lay limp inside her weary trembling belly.
Gig Barker lay still for a moment after he had collapsed down onto the girl's satiated body, trying to regain his strength. Then, slowly, he pulled himself away from her gradually relaxing form, his penis slipping slowly out of her battered cunt with a lewd wet sucking sound. He could see the fleshy, cum-drenched slit of her expanded cunt glistening wetly in the filtered late morning light. The insides of her thighs were heavily smeared with his warm white semen that trickled in tiny rivulets out of her vagina to form a moist obscene pool between the brunette's still widespread thighs.
From her prone position in the bushes nearby, Karen Kelly watched as the poacher rolled heavily away from the doubled up form of the naked brunette to lie on his side on the leaves. The young minister's daughter had never realized that a woman could go wild in the way she had just witnessed, and Karen felt a strange arousing sensation prickling down between her own thighs. It was all the girl could do to keep from pressing her hand up into the warmth between her legs in an attempt to quell the unaccustomed hunger that was building up steadily down there. But she remembered in time that she was not alone.
Glancing sideways at the young Indian who had guided her to this place, the lovely blonde saw that he had obviously been affected by the lewd scene they had just witnessed together, for his full sensual lips were parted moistly as he gazed wide-eyed at the naked young girl now stretching her legs straight out into a spread-eagled position.
Suddenly, the innocent girl felt the stranger's hand surreptitiously slipping up over the surface of the tautly stretched trousers covering her firm young buttocks. At first, Karen couldn't believe it was happening, and then Zingo's extended middle finger slipped down between her tightly clenched upper thighs and tried to find the sensitive spot she felt aching hungrily down there. The timid young girl flinched her body away from him, a startled cry escaping her lips before she could stop herself.
"No what are you doing? Stop!" she blurted out loud, immediately aware that she had made a mistake. In a split second the strong man was clutching at her body, pulling her close up against his hard muscular form so that Karen could feel the unmistakable rigidity of this handsome Indian's erect penis inside his pants pressing into the wriggling softness of her belly.
Zingo's open mouth pressed down over hers, cutting off her cries of protest, while his hands grasped harshly at her ripe young breasts through her jacket, then kneaded roughly at her out thrust buttocks behind her. The reluctant blonde felt as though she were being smothered by his moistly intimate kissing and masterly caresses, but he continued heedless of her groans of protest.
Then suddenly the young girl sensed that someone was standing over them, and her big blue eyes opened wide in fright. It was the man Karen had been watching only moments before, still completely naked, his limp penis hanging lewdly over her as he stood pointing a hunting rifle down at them while they struggled together on the ground.
"Well, well. If it isn't good old Zingo," the hunter growled down at them when the handsome Indian finally pulled his face away from Karen's, giving up his attempt to force his tongue between her tightly clenched teeth.
The terror-stricken young blonde looked up from her vulnerable position on the ground at the obscenely smiling face of the tall poacher she had intended to place under arrest. It was clear that this cold-eyed hunter would not just give up and accept the fact that she had the authority to do it. Suddenly, the young game warden wished she had gone for help instead of acting on her own. Not that it was any consolation right at this moment, but Karen knew that when she didn't check in with the central station later that night, the other game wardens would be alerted that something had happened, and they would begin a search for her. God only knew how long it would take for them to trace down her whereabouts, and, by then, anything could have happened. The young blonde was suddenly white-faced with fear for her personal safety, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she were on the verge of tears.
Why, oh why, had she been so foolish? she asked herself again and again. The Indian she had trusted and the naked brute were obviously friends!
"Where did you find this little piece, Zingo?" the tall hunter asked insolently. "Didn't they tell you on the reservation that redskins aren't allowed to touch little innocent blondes especially when they wear U.S. government uniforms?"
Karen felt the man now sitting up beside her stiffen at the word redskin, and she turned to see his face flush with anger as he started to get to his feet with his fists clenched. But the gun was suddenly pointing at his chest, Gig Barker's face set in a cold dangerous expression. Although the girl had figured out that she had been lured into a trap by this ruggedly handsome Indian, she momentarily felt sorry for him as his expression turned to one of frustrated rage.
"She heard the shot, Gig. I had to keep her from calling back from one of the checkpoints, so I brought her here. How was I to know we'd find you fucking away like animals?" Zingo felt thwarted that he hadn't been able to get to the young blonde, and he was sure that now Gig would take her over for himself. Also, the Indian was further angered by the word "redskin" it showed that Gig Barker was no different from so many other Americans. Zingo's mind was reeling with anger and impotent frustration, and he vowed that, at the first chance, he would break a few bones in this man he had previously called friend.
"What's going on?" chimed in Barbra Finley, who had appeared behind Gig and was looking down at the two of them sitting there on the ground warily watching the long barrel of Gig's rifle. At a glance the naked brunette perceived what was happening and smiled lewdly to herself. It looked as though things might become even more interesting with the arrival of another woman on the scene.
"Looks like Zingo has poached us a warden," chuckled Gig, "and was trying to work her over before he told us about her. But it didn't sound like she was too happy to have a redskin touching her. Huh, baby?"
Karen felt herself torn between relief that she had been saved from what might have turned out to be a rape and the urge to protest this shameless couple's ridicule of the man she had decided until a moment ago was a nice gentle person she was finding it very easy to like. Finally left speechless, Karen stared wide-eyed and helpless at the leering faces of the man and woman standing naked before her.
"Okay, baby, up off the ground and let me check to see if you have a gun. Quick!"
Nervously, Karen stood up and remained in position as the other girl ran her hands inside her tight-fitting jacket looking for a pistol, lewdly passing her hands over the full resilient mounds of her tautly encased breasts, smiling suggestively when Karen recoiled from her touch.
"Nothing in there but a nice pair of tits," the brunette told the others. "Who knows you're here, honey? Did you call in before Zingo found you?"
Karen hesitated a little too long, and, when she finally had the presence of mind to answer yes, she had, they didn't believe her.
"Good try, baby," Gig laughed, grasping her upper arm to pull her after him toward the clearing. "But you're lying."
Gig Barker was beside himself with a dawning sense of unbelievable luck. Mentally comparing the two women walking ahead of him into the clearing, he had made up his mind which he wanted, and he was already working out a way to placate his hunting buddy, Zingo Beatty.
CHAPTER SIX
They made a strange-looking foursome as they trekked through the wild countryside. Leading the way were Gig and Zingo with the hamstrung deer on a long pole between them. The two men kept a steady pace as they perspired and occasionally let a curse word fly from their lips at a particularly steep incline or when the footing was difficult. Directly behind the two tall virile hunters and their kill followed the downcast Karen Kelly in her game warden's uniform, and Gig's girl Barbra Finley in her pseudo-Indian outfit, the thirty-thirty slung in the crook of her arm. The dark-haired woman looked perfectly relaxed and friendly, a thin placid smile curled on her full sensual lips, but her eyes belied her manner.
Barbra was just looking for an opportunity to be rough with the young tender blonde Zingo had brought into their company. It was not difficult for the experienced brunette to see that her man Gig was interested in this new woman in a way that could jeopardize the free life she had come to enjoy so much.
It was a long walk to the hidden cave, and they stopped once on the way to eat some of the food Gig carried in his knapsack. Karen was horrified to realize that what she was eating had to be none other than venison meat from some ill-fated deer that she was supposed to be protecting in her job. But the young girl was so ravenously hungry that she forced the strong tasting meat down and quenched her thirst with some of the rye whiskey which served as the only liquid the poachers bothered to carry with them.
A few more miles in the same direction and they came to one of the many ranger stations outfitted with a field telephone.
"Hold it," Gig Barker ordered, putting down his end of the carrying pole. "I think our friend here should call in and set everybody's mind at ease. We don't want a search party knocking around out here."
Taking the rifle from Barbara, the tall hunter forced Karen to open the shelter and ring up the headquarters of Grand Teton National Park.
"Tell them you're in fine shape," Gig directed her. "Remember that I'm listening to every word, and don't try anything funny. Pinpoint your location somewhere else in the park, and do whatever else is necessary to keep them from being suspicious." As a warning, he cocked a fresh shell into the breech of his rifle, ignoring the empty, fired shell which ricocheted off the wall of the small shelter and lay in the corner.
"I-I understand," Karen stammered as she looked into the barrel of the gun he was holding pointed directly at her head.
Nervously the young blonde cranked up the telephone and listened intently for the voice on the other end. She was wishing desperately that she could think of some way to let her colleagues know she was in trouble, but her mind seemed to be a blank of overwhelming fear.
"H-hello. Is that Jim? Jim Poulsen? Karen Kelly here, in the Fire Hill sector. What? No, nothing's wrong. I just don't think I'll make it back to camp tonight, and I don't want anybody to worry. I'll stay in the shelter near Sawtooth."
Karen saw that Gig Barker was watching her face intently as she listened to the voice at the other end. Surely Jim Poulsen, who knew her voice very well by now, would recognize the fact that she was scared stiff. That was the only hope she had.
"I understand," she answered to something the man on the other end of the line told her. "I'll be on the look out. And don't worry I can take care of myself." She smiled wanly at his words, wishing he were here in the cabin with her to protect her from the ruthless poachers she had so unexpectedly come upon in the forest. "I'll bring in my reports on the deer count and so on tomorrow or the next day. Okay?"
Then Karen placed the phone back on its hook and stared helplessly at the now dead and lifeless instrument.
"Very good, baby," her captor told her. "You learn fast we ought to get along well, you and me." He reached forward with his left hand and stroked his fingers familiarly along the soft downy hair at the back of her neck, sending shivers of repulsion up and down the girl's spine. Suddenly Karen was afraid for more than her life, vaguely wishing she had somehow been able to communicate her plight to Jim Poulsen at headquarters. If only he had caught the implications in her words about spending the night near Sawtooth. If he had his mind on what she was saying to him, he would have to figure out that she couldn't possibly be that far away from her starting point.
After another hour's hard hiking, the troupe finally reached a barely visible trail that lead directly toward a towering cliff-face. Karen knew the place very well, but she had never noticed the trail, and she was even more surprised when Gig Barker led the way around some thick young pines into a narrow opening in the rock. Prodded on by the rifle being held by the hippie girl behind her, Karen followed the men, ducking under the low overhang to enter a dark cave, damp and filled with an odor like a butcher's shop.
One by one candles were lighted around the cavern, and she saw that it was a huge room with moisture seeping from the rear walls. The men unhitched the animal and struggled to take it through another small tunnel. Seeing that Karen was curious, Gig told Barbara to bring the young game warden in with them.
Karen could barely believe her eyes. Inside the next level were great chunks of ice and at least twenty full grown deer, mostly gutted and cleaned, their skins salted and ready for scraping and tanning. These poachers must have been in the woods for at least a month to have killed so many.
Embedded in the breast of one large doe was a broken shaft of a hunting arrow, and it suddenly dawned on her how they could have so successfully avoided detection to accumulate so many animals.
Without thinking, the young blonde turned angrily toward Zingo Beatty, her eyes flashing her indignation.
"You call yourself an Indian," she blurted out. "But no true Choctaw could lend his abilities to such an enterprise. Your ancestors must be turning over in their graves at what you're doing with these--these criminals. You're despicable all of you."
Karen wanted to strike out in fury at the smiling faces that observed her anger with such cool imperturbable disdain. They obviously had no respect for law nor for the sacredness of the wildlife she so wanted to protect.
"Cool it, baby," Gig Barker told her. "Like everybody else, deer fuck all the time and make more. We could hunt all our lives and never catch up with all of them. If we could, we'd get rich and set up a wildlife reservation where we could do this just for the sport. It's hard work, believe me."
"Besides," Barbara Finley chimed in, "I've read all the game reports for the last two years, and they say the deer are in danger of starving from overpopulation." She giggled and added, "Not that it would change anything u that weren't true. Anyway the park gives licenses to hundreds of hunters every year. We just don't believe in paying the government for the right to hunt."
Karen was steaming with anger as she returned with the three poachers to the other room of the cave, shivering slightly from the cold of the natural deep-freeze they had created right in the midst of her territory without her knowledge. The young girl felt hopelessly trapped, but she also felt a certain satisfaction that what she had said seemed to get through to Zingo Beatty, who was thoughtfully looking at the ground. She hoped she had made him feel shame for his participation in this illegal poaching. Sure his forefathers had hunted these beautiful animals, but only for food and clothing. There was simply no excuse for his lowering himself to doing it for money.
Feelings of shame were not exactly what was running through Zingo's brain, however. He had become aware that the blonde prize he had set his mind on before they had surprised Gig and Barbara screwing under the trees had begun to interest his partner. Zingo was wondering how he could assert his right to the young innocent girl without having to have an all-out confrontation with the burly ex-soldier. The Indian was fairly certain that he could win if it came to fighting, but probably one of them would die or be seriously hurt in the attempt, and that notion didn't appeal to him.
Gig Barker seemed to sense the other man's thoughts.
"Don't worry, Zingo," he told him in a false tone of sympathy. "You won't be left out in the cold without a woman. You've wanted Barbara for a long time, and this is your chance."
The young girl he was speaking about suddenly raised the rifle and pointed it at her boy friend's chest, anger flaring dangerously behind her brown eyes.
"What was that, you son of a bitch? I'm not going to fuck with a filthy redskin. Just get that idea out of your head right now."
"Aw, baby. Come on, can't you take a joke? You know I wouldn't pull a trick like that," the brawny young hunter told her in a cajoling voice. "Here, give me a kiss," he said, moving toward her with his arms spread as if to hold her. But when she faltered, totally disarmed by his warm open smile, his arm brushed the gun to the side and wrenched it roughly from her grasp. Luckily, the safety catch was on and the gun did not go off in the rock-walled cave, which would probably have injured one of them, if not burst their ear drums from the deafening sound of the explosion.
"Now, you little bitch," Gig growled at her, slapping her once across the' face with the back of his hand. "You'll do what I say or else. Understand? I don't care what you want, you're going to do as you're told."
Barbara collapsed helplessly to the floor of the cave, her hand touching the red patch where Gig had struck her with all his force. Tears were streaming down the brunette's face as she looked up at him with undisguised bitterness.
"You bastard," Barbara hissed. "I'll get even with you for this."
"Baby, you won't have a chance. Besides, when Zingo gets through with you, you won't feel so bad." He laughed, throwing his head back and looking at her under half-closed eyes.
"Now, friends, there are a couple of things we have to get straight right now," the ex-soldier went on. "One, nobody touches this carbine except me from now on out. One finger on it will be enough excuse for me to lay you out. Understood? Good. Two, no matter how much you may hate my guts before this caper is over, we are all in this together, and we need each other to get out of this forest without being picked up. So just make up your mind to take whatever comes until we're safe. Then it'll be every man for himself, and I'll take my chances with the rest of you."
No one breathed for a long moment as Gig's words sank in, and then gradually he relaxed with a long sigh, laying the rifle on a ledge behind his sleeping bag on the floor of the cave.
"I'm hungry. You two ladies can make us some supper before we sack in for the night. Tomorrow's another long day beginning before dawn. We still need a couple of good ones before I call in for the helicopter."
Karen avoided meeting anyone's eyes the whole time the four of them were eating. The young game warden was very hungry and had great difficulty in sticking to her vow to touch no more of the poached meat she had been forced to cook over the open fire just outside the entrance to the cave. Finally they were finished and one by one they sat back against the walls of the cave, their appetites satisfied for the time being. They all became thoughtful, then little by little their eyes turned toward Karen who was sitting slightly apart. Frightened, the blonde shivered under their hard, cold gaze and instinctively wrapped her arms around her upper body.
Gig broke the silence.
"Get some more whiskey," he ordered Barbara in a gruff voice.
The dark-haired woman hesitated a moment, then limply bestirred herself from her sullen position on the other side of the cave. She dug a bottle out of one of the knapsacks and broke the seal.
"Okay if I have a joint?" she asked in a flat voice when she had handed the bottle to what now appeared to have become her ex-lover.
"Sure, why not, pot-head. And roll one for us while you're at it. It might make things a little more fun for the game warden."
Karen watched in horrified fascination as the young brunette deftly rolled two thin cigarettes and passed one of them to Gig Barker, who lit the marijuana "joint" and passed it toward Karen. The mean glint in his eyes told the frightened girl she had no choice but to take it.
They sat like that for a long time, passing the cigarettes back and forth on either side of the cavern, while Gig took long swigs of whiskey in between smokes.
At first Karen had difficulty getting the harsh hot smoke into her lungs but, after coughing a few times, when the leader kept pushing the joint on her, the timid girl began to become accustomed to the rasping heat in her throat and could hold more of it down. She was surprised to see that everything in the cave began to take on a slight glow, and her body began to feel very light and pleasant. Karen had thought she would feel dizzy or intoxicated, but she merely felt more aware of her surroundings and seemed able to read the emotions playing over the candle-lit faces better than before.
The sullenness was beginning to leave Barbara's face, and little by little Zingo let his face relax into a contemplative stupor. Then, as Karen watched in amazement, Zingo and Barbara began to kiss and caress each other as though they were completely alone, slowly edging their way down on the sleeping bags they had pulled closer together until their bodies were wantonly entwined.
Soon the other couple were oblivious to the inexperienced girl and Gig Barker, slowly removing their clothes for each other until they were lying together completely naked. As they began to play their hands all over each other's nakedness, Karen forced herself to look away in embarrassment, a slight feeling of excitement warming down in her secretly tingling loins. The young game warden closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep while listening to the moaning sounds of passion now coming from the other side of the cave.
"Looks like they'll be busy for awhile, baby," the young rugged poacher whispered into her ear. The nearness of his throaty voice startled the drugged girl and she jerked away from him.
"Strip," he ordered her.
When the amazed blonde did not comply with his command immediately, Gig shook her roughly by the shoulder and forced her to look into his hard eyes.
"You've got about ten seconds to start taking off those clothes, or I'm going to strip you myself with this hunting knife. I'll take off your uniform like it was a deerskin, and you'll have to walk out of these woods naked as a blue jay."
The innocent young woman could see that he was not in the mood for back talk, so slowly she began to unbutton her jacket.
The tall hunter hissed between his teeth in appreciation when she finally was down to her panties and brassiere. He had never seen such a perfectly shaped young body. Staring down at her slightly shivering young form, he stood over her and hurriedly removed his own clothes. Finally he stood above her with his swollen thick penis standing out from the base of his hard firm stomach like a intimidating pole of flesh.
The partially naked girl gasped out loud. It was the first time Karen had had a really good look at a man's erect penis, and Gig's looked big enough to split a woman in two. She could see the thick veins throbbing around the bulging shaft as he reached down to circle his lewdly out thrust member with his fingers to stroke the heavy foreskin back and forth over the bulbous tip at the end. Tiny dewdrops of seminal fluid seeped from the tiny slit in the glans glistening lewdly in the candlelight while Gig ran his eyes lecherously over the ripe white mounds billowing out over the lacy material of the girl's brassiere.
Suddenly, without warning, the full effect of the marijuana the innocent blonde had smoked began to fill her body with strange new sensations she had never experienced before. The conscience-killing drug made her aware of the primitive odors permeating the cave where she lay like a captive woman in ancient times, unusual savage desires rising up from some deep forgotten place at the very center of her being. The blind, nearly overwhelming fear was now mixed with an almost animal need to be treated like an object of savage lust, and the prospect lit little fires in her tingling nipples and caused a desperate throbbing in the nerve endings of her tightly quivering vagina.
Unconsciously the hypnotically aroused Karen writhed and twisted her body on the ground, tiny thrilling goose bumps dotting the gyrating whiteness of her naked sensitive flesh. The lewdly obscene sounds now coming from the other couple in the cave seemed to fill her mind as though it were she and not Barbara who was expressing awakening passion and unbridled desire. Even the candles burning erratically took on a mythical glow, sending shadows darting over the uneven surfaces of the rocks like ritual flares in some primitive erotic temple of the East.
Gig Barker continued stroking his still expanding hardness, grinning as he hungrily feasted his eyes on the beautiful girl's uncontrollably squirming nakedness. Slowly he lowered himself to his knees in front of the trembling blonde, crouching between her outspread ankles, and pushing her unresisting milk-white thighs wider apart. In the dim light he could see the narrow white band of her panties up between her thighs, slightly moistened by the seeping dew drops of her love secretions flowing naturally from the scantily covered mouth of her cunt. The tiny blonde curls of pubic hair peeking out around the elastic leg bands tantalized his fingertips as he stroked them lightly over the inner softness of her quivering flesh.
Then, slowly and deliberately, while the drug-confused game warden lay frozen and seemingly lifeless in fear and anticipation, the heavily breathing poacher reached behind her torso and unhooked the straps of her brassiere, allowing her ripely rounded breasts to leap free before his lusting gaze. She moaned helplessly as he pressed his wetly searching lips down over her pink right nipple and teased it with his flicking tongue, nipping lightly at the rubbery nodule with his teeth from time to time. Trailing his wet tongue maddeningly over the smoothness of the blonde's marijuana-sensitized skin, he moved to the other breast, while his hand fondled the rosy tip of the first, rolling the moist nipple tauntingly between his thumb and forefinger.
Now fully trapped by the unreal effects of the drug, Karen was unable to move or react in anyway to her captor's lewd ministrations on her helplessly prostrate young body, her mind a jumble of thoughts from the powerful marijuana cigarette he had forced her to smoke. She had never felt such lust-inciting sensations as now rampaged through her bloodstream like hot waves of inhibition-numbing ambrosia.
Finally Gig Barker could wait no longer to get to the still covered treasure of her young loins, and he leaned back, hooking his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her bikini panties and slowly peeling them down over the lust fullness of her firmly swelling hips.
Little by little the tiny blonde triangle of pubic curls came into his view as the thin nylon slipped down over her softly rounded thighs. When the material caught at the juncture of her flat white belly and the tops of her curvaceous legs, the burly hunter gave an impatient jerk and tore the flimsy cloth into useless shreds.
Then he crawled up between her legs, his knees pressing outward against her ankles and his face panting a few inches above the openly spread pinkness of her vulnerable pussy. He passed his tongue wetly over his lips as his eyes bored down at her gleaming vaginal furrow unconsciously rotating now just below his extending tongue. He could see her moist juices glistening in the tiny secreted opening of her vagina, slowly seeping and spreading down the full length of the delicious narrow valley of tender young pussy-flesh. The escaping cuntal oils trailed on down between the rounded tautness of her buttocks pressed tightly into the sleeping bag on the ground below.
The exciting lewdness of the slightly expanded vaginal opening made Gig's cock jerk wildly up against his stomach, and he pressed the open palms of his hands outward against her sensitive inner thighs, holding them wide apart before the heedless cupidity of his gaze. Her most secret treasure was offered up to the lust-provoked stranger now to use as he wished, and the young blonde held her breath as he lowered his face closer and closer to her defenseless pussy and then suddenly, she felt the first searing contact with her outer lips of moistly quivering vaginal flesh.
His hotly darting tongue lashed out lightly over her erect little clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, shuddering from the electrifying contact with her virginally excited cunt. Her whole body jerked wildly up at him, and his working lips closed hungrily over the entire soft mound at the base of her heatedly undulating belly. His face was buried from her view in the fine blonde hair, and she closed her eyes tightly to enjoy the wet tickling kisses he was planting on her tender unaccustomed pussy-furrow, his moist tongue flicking serpent-like at the tingling opening to her wetly flowing cunt.
"Don't, ohh, please don't do that," Karen half-heartedly begged. The captive virgin had never known that such delicious sensations could be evoked from her unrequited loins, and she was quickly losing any remaining sense of wanting to resist. The body-tightening fear she had felt at first was slowly dissipating in the face of the stronger feelings of surging passion, and she felt herself responding in spite of her weakening will that still feebly ordered her to shove him away from her and run screaming from the cave.
As though driven by a force outside herself, Karen's hands slipped sensuously down over the quivering mounds of her own breasts and brushed over her smooth shivering belly, coming to rest at her wantonly gyrating loins on either side of Gig's sucking lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her full inner thighs, tracing the hot flashing sensations under her tender skin, and then she slowly spread the fleshy, hair-lined outer folds of her pussy farther apart to give his devouring lips more complete access to her hotly throbbing cuntal depths.
His wetly searing tongue shot out again and again, its soft flicking tip circling her quivering erected clitoris and his lips sucking ravenously, drawing the warm layered flanges into the steaming hot cavern of his mouth. His sharp teeth nibbled playfully at the wet velvety ridges as his tongue darted in and out of her succulent cuntal passage. Then suddenly his teeth closed tightly around the turgid tautness of her clitoral bud and tugged at it as though he wanted to bite it off, his pointed tongue flipping repeatedly, maddeningly over its tip.
Huskily, Karen groaned above him as the hot probing wetness licked against her straining pink clitoris while she lifted her loins up tighter against his face. Slowly she felt her clitoris slip back from between his teeth as he began laving his saliva-soaked tongue up and down the length of her widening cuntal slit. Staring at her lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her wetly clasping vagina, Gig Barker slipped his tongue beyond into the crevice of her tightly clenched buttocks, searching in vain for the tight puckered anus between. The young blonde's hips were now grinding impatiently down into the material of the sleeping bag below while soft mewling sounds of sheer animal lust escaped between her clamped teeth.
From across the small cave the groaning sounds of the other heedlessly coupled pair began to come into her consciousness in heavier and heavier tones, and the game warden automatically opened her eyes to peer over the head buried up between her wide-split thighs to see what Barbara and Zingo were doing.
She could hardly believe her eyes as she watched the obscenely intertwined bodies roll over together so that the dark-haired young woman was sitting on top of the Indian's loins, her curvaceous, naked back turned to Karen.
Rhythmically Barbara's tautly rounded buttocks rose and fell as she slipped her widely expanded cunt up and down on the glistening shaft of iron-hard cock-flesh protruding lewdly from her pink moist slit. The very salaciousness of seeing the stiffly pummeling rod stroking repeatedly up into the unresisting tight opening made Karen's loins come alive with lust and gyrated crazily under her captor's hot sucking mouth.
Gig Barker worked hungrily, feeling the wet curly pubic hair brushing teasingly against his cheeks. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to have such a proud innocent bitch squirming under his expertly ministering tongue and moaning for more. Her helpless groans drove his tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down the slick openness of her warm fleshy cuntal valley. He wanted her to beg to be fucked when he was ready to ram his hardened penis up into her, and she was almost there. He had never seen anything like it, never seen anyone so hot for it even women who smoked pot all the time. She obviously needed fucking really bad, and she would sure get what she wanted.
Karen's hands tangled in the ex-soldier's long black hair as though they had a life of their own, and he let her force his mouth down still more firmly over the tight little opening in her lasciviously squirming pussy. As his wet lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous little hole, he thrust his tongue deep up into it, bringing a low guttural moan from the girl's mouth as her trembling thighs closed convulsively around the sides of his obscenely bobbing face. He could feel the wet slickness of her vaginal depths slipping moistly around his extended tongue as the walls of her salaciously penetrated cunt opened and closed in a greedy sucking motion, attempting to pull it in deeper and deeper.
Vicariously feeling the long thick cock she was watching plunging in and out of Barbara's openly accepting cunt across the room of the cave, the drugged Karen suddenly wanted the same thing to happen to her. The aroused blonde snaked her legs up around her attacker's body, her heels pushing down against his upper back, pressing his face into the fleshy hot trap of her cunt until he could barely breathe, his nose smashed tightly against her tiny hardened clitoris. He sucked in the warm pungent odor of her cuntal secretions now flowing in abundance from her expanded pussy, and it incited his throbbing cock to a hardness that he could no longer control. The poacher had to fuck this little bitch soon or he would cum all over the sleeping bag beneath them.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh!" the blonde warden moaned from below, splaying her thighs out wider and wider to give him free access to her wildly pulsing vagina.
Then the muscular hunter could stand it no longer. Roughly he grabbed the girl's legs behind the knees and shoved them back against her shoulders, her ankles automatically locking tightly behind his neck as he slithered up into fucking position over her. He looked down between their bodies and saw her upturned ass-cheeks and her wetly dilated cuntal slit, palpitating visibly just inches from his painfully aching cock.
His lips stretched back over his teeth in an obscene grimace as he edged his quivering hard shaft slowly forward, watching its broad, blood-filled tip nuzzle into the pink moistness of her eagerly waiting cunt. When the tip was firmly set in place between the hotly pulsing flanges, ready to slip forward and impale her at the first lunge he would make with his hips, he allowed himself to savor the way she was straining upward to take his poised member deep into her. Her moistly throbbing pussy sent waves of unbearable pleasure raging down into his aching balls below, but he let her beg with her cunt a moment longer while he glowered above her like a predator ready to strike.
Karen Kelly lay groaning in unintelligible gasps that hissed out between her gnashing teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive. Her innocent untried body ached with a totally new hunger, her legs and loins wide apart, wet and wantonly hungering to be filled. The thickly throbbing rubbery tip of her captor's cock resting in the narrow opening of her moist aroused cunt increased the young blonde's passionate need until the minister's daughter thought she would burst from the pressure building deep inside her virginal womb. Karen had forced herself to wait so long for this that now she couldn't wait another minute to get it.
Gig Barker held back another long moment enjoying the warm moistness of the girl's pussy throbbing in desperate anticipation around his eagerly pulsing cock-head, and then with one long smooth stroke he drove forward up into her tightly resisting hot cunt, feeling the fleshy inner walls spreading reluctantly around his aching cock until he bumped up against the very tip of her cervix. The virile young hunter could feel the smooth wet walls of her skewered cunt clasping firmly around his spasmodically quivering rod, driving him crazy with rampant desire.
The virginal young blonde was totally unprepared for the loin-piercing pain and she bucked and twisted beneath her violator like an insect impaled through the middle, vainly attempting to back away from the burning pole of throbbing penile flesh rammed in her all the way up to the hilt.
"Ohhhhh! God, it hurts, it hurts!" she groaned from her hopelessly pinned position. The inexperienced game warden could feel every pulse beat in the long thick shaft buried up in the depths of her womb, and then the girl felt him flex the blood-engorged cock inside her, gaining another half an inch.
"Agggg! You're too big! Take it out! Take it out!" the young girl wailed again and again, at the same time feeling her insides beginning to spread as she became accustomed to his impaling hardness, her vaginal fluids seeping out around his cock intrusion more freely now.
Gritting his teeth to keep from filling her belly right then and there with his full load of steaming hot cum, Gig Barker savored the exquisite sensations the girl's trembling cunt gave his wildly throbbing penis. And then, little by little, he began to move.
At first he backed out of the warm tight enclosure of Karen's clasping pussy barely an inch, then shoved all the way up into her again with a tentative little lunge. Again he pulled away and fucked into the moistening cavern with a tiny grunt of satisfaction as he felt her thighs stretch out slightly wider to give him greater access to her unconsciously pleading loins. Farther and farther he slowly increased the length of his smoothly plunging strokes until finally the whole glistening length of his fully rigid cock slipped wetly out as far as the rubbery tip, only to sink once more up into the lovely young warden's wet flowering pussy. Gig felt as though his heavy, cum-bloated balls might explode at any moment, but he concentrated on bringing this innocent little blonde up to a peak of enjoyment he knew would also double his own salacious pleasure.
Slowly her drug-summoned libido began to take over, and Karen wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her body following his, matching his strokes one for one beneath him. She could feel his heavy hanging testicles slapping softly up against her nakedly upturned anus, sending chills of shameless abandon soaring throughout her whole body.
The deer poacher plunged his long thick penis up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft cavern, feeling the blonde responding passionately to his onslaught as though she had waited for him all her young life. Her whole body jerked and twisted as she moaned again and again, her face contorting in ecstatic passion below his. Her mouth began to move ceaselessly, her nostrils flaring in the untamed animal desire that had taken possession of her entire drug-stupored being.
Giving into the pulling arms circling his neck, Gig lowered his face toward the tender young blonde's to press his open lips wetly over hers. Their tongues immediately began lashing around each other in the hot moistness of their tightly locked mouths, making lewd simulated fucking motions in time with his repeated lunges up into her squirming pussy. Gig could feel her softly quivering breasts touching the skin of his chest as her body rocked to and fro completely out of her control now, the erect rubbery nipples tracing hot circles in the hair on his chest.
Karen's forehead was bathed in a light mist of sweat that glistened and pasted her disheveled golden hair to her skin. Her warm white flesh began to perspire all over, making her body slippery under his as he excitedly pumped up into the young girl's ceaselessly gyrating cunt. Nothing would stop Karen now in her wild race for fulfillment, and she groaned again and again into the wetly covering hotness of her captor-lover's mouth.
"Ohhhh, God, ohhhh!" she moaned in a fluttering voice beneath him. His hands slithered down over her narrow waist and cupped the twin resilient mounds of her wantonly undulating buttocks, raising them up off the sleeping bag for greater access to her wide-split loins.
The tall young poaching leader squirmed down into her from that position with all the strength of his hips and thighs and he could feel the velvety hot flesh of her dementedly responding cunt clasping and unclasping all around his pulsing, nearly bursting cock. Over and over he fucked up into her with power coming all the way from the tips of his toes, ramming every last inch of his thundering thick rod up into the tightness of her spasmodically churning womb, bringing new and louder groans of ecstatic pleasure pouring from her kiss-smothered lips.
Now the ex-virgin's hands slipped down over Gig's arching back, her fingers digging demoniacally into his muscular pumping buttocks as they pounded down into her open and unprotected loins, tearing at his skin with her nails as though she wanted to leave brutal love gashes in his flesh. With each hard cruel thrust he was making into her with his still expanding cock, wet sluicing noises resounded throughout the cavern hideaway, echoing with the soul-shattering groans coming from the second couple on the other side.
Suddenly Karen felt the big man's hands run from the smoothly hollowing cheeks of her buttocks down to her tremulous inner thighs and between them to the moisture-soaked pubic hair surrounding her virginally violated cunt. He rubbed his fingers into the soft fleshy pussy-folds which clung and throbbed around his plunging shaft like a wet rubber mouth, and the intoxicating sensations he caused quivered like rapid bolts of lightning through her bucking thrashing body, driving her closer and closer to the brink of madness. It seemed her body was covered with musky oil for she was slippery from head to foot with the sweat of her wild untamed gyrations. Uncontrollably her head flailed back and forth on the sleeping bag, her long blonde hair lashing and whipping like a cat-o-nine-tails. Gasping for breath, she opened her mouth in wanton passionate abandon, a creature crazed and inhuman, twisting and jerking, spreading her legs wide apart and kicking them under his down-pressing shoulders, urging him on.
"Ohh, ohh, deeper, harder ... fuck me, fuck meee," the drug-incited girl begged in comprehensible syllables she had never before uttered, groaning as if she were slaving to augment the sweet torture of his endlessly punishing loins. The lust-crazed girl felt herself rising to the very verge of orgasm, and she locked her ankles still tighter around his neck, her toes curling into tight little nubs as she strained toward the final release that had been building up in her for so long. Karen's ass-cheeks were swinging and swaying uncontrollably from side to side under the tall poacher's incessant pummeling as she spiraled her cunt up and down crazily around his moistly plunging cock.
"Ohhhhh, God! I'm cumming!" she suddenly gasped as if in surprise. "I'M CUMMMMING!"
With a high-pitched sigh of intense passion that shook her whole body the lovely blonde arched her smooth white belly up at her conqueror and tightened the inner muscles of her quiveringly hot cunt around his still fucking cock-pole.
"Fuck! Go on fucking, you little bitch!" Gig Barker commanded the blonde in ruthless tones. "Don't die on me now, baby!"
The energetically pumping gang leader tore his lips away from Karen's and looked down at her innocent young face contorting all out of shape with the throes of her uncontrollably ricocheting orgasm. He could feel the warm flooding juices coming out around his wildly aching penis and down over his fingers nipping at her cuntal lips, and then suddenly he darted out his moisture-soaked extended middle finger, thrusting it without warning through the tiny puckered ring of her virginal anus.
Gasping from the unexpected painful entry up into her narrow rectal passage, Karen automatically bucked forward under the poacher's obscene impalement precisely the response he had wanted. Now the virile captor felt the rapidly increasing pressure deep within his aching, cum-laden balls and, to keep the satisfied girl under him moving hard as he began to ride out toward his climax, Gig gripped the cheeks of her spasmodically jerking buttocks with his outspread fingers, squeezing the yielding flesh tightly around his extended finger buried up in her anus, fucking her hard from behind in rhythm with his accelerating cock-strokes up into her wild wet cunt.
Then, suddenly, as though great tidal waves of heat were surging through his veins, he felt himself cumming. He increased the tempo of his hard fucking strokes to a machine-gun pace, grinding with each thrust as far up into her open and yielding pussy as he could, bringing further groans of leftover passion from her heaving, lust-drenched body. Gig groaned heavily above her like a dying animal as he felt the bursting in his orgasmically exploding loins, and then with a deep, body-racking grunt of achievement he shot his hot spewing semen far up into the depths of the young blonde's quivering white belly. Again and again the muscular young man felt his cum spurting into her, each pulsing gush shaking his whole body so it felt as if it would fly apart, the seemingly endless streams of surging white liquid filling the alluring young girl's hotly flooded womb and mingling lewdly with her own warm juices to drown his ejaculating cock.
"Ohhhh, baby, you're a hot little fuck," Gig groaned as the last of his hot sticky sperm spurted up into Karen and then he collapsed down on top of her, their loins throbbing and quivering together like animals palpitating in a tight huddle after a furious mating in the wilds. Never before in his life had Gig Barker felt anything like this young innocent creature who had seemed to come intensely alive under the ministrations of his thick cock this captivating young blonde may not know it, he was thinking, but she was made for fucking. Gig knew now that Karen had been a virgin, and the deer poacher felt a sense of power and pride that he had been able to bring the formerly innocent girl up to such an abandoned peak of passion.
Little by little the dark-haired hunter felt his depleted penis slip wetly out of the lovely girl's relaxed moist cunt, and reluctantly he lifted himself away from her spread-eagled form. Karen lay exhausted beside him, her thighs widespread still, thin streams of the tall stranger's white foamy cum seeping slowly from the forever expanded opening of her pink pussy-lips.
The blonde game warden had never felt so ashamed and humiliated in her life. Even while the lewdly racing sensations of satiated lust were still washing through her emotion-drained body, the minister's daughter was cringing inwardly from the inevitable pricks of conscience. Had she denied herself satisfaction with Larry her boy friend so long only to give up her chastity to this total stranger who was nothing but a common criminal? Burning tears of guilt and loss welled up in her blue eyes and her mouth turned down at the corners as if she had just eaten some bitter fruit.
Karen didn't know how she would ever be able to face decent people again after this fateful day. She had failed in her duties as a game warden, eaten meat from the very animals she was supposed to have been protecting and now this.
It was more than anyone could be expected to bear.
Just then the voice of Barbara Finley erupted into a string of obscenities that burned Karen's ears and caused the hot tears to flow more freely down her cheeks.
"Fuck me, you redskin bastard! Fuck it! Ohhh, shit, I'm cumming. Give me more of your Indian cock!"
As if in retaliation for the brunette's insulting use of the term he most hated, Zingo's face was dulled by a cloud of irritation as he raised up from his prone position beneath the wildly pumping buttocks of the seductive young woman that Gig had turned over to him. His deeply impaling cock did not lose its purchase in her moist hot cunt as he turned her around on his rigidity so that her back was to him, and then he forced her over forward on her knees while he still fucked into her from behind her upturned ass-cheeks, kneeling now up behind the brunette. He could feel his long hard rod of burgeoning cock-flesh burying all the way up to the hard rubbery tip of her cervix now, plunging up into her even deeper than before, and Barbara began to rock back onto his wetly stroking penis, enjoying his ruthless fucking even more than before.
Suddenly the tall Indian reached around to the side and extinguished the wax candle burning nearby. Then he pulled the candle from the bottle and held the base poised just outside the tiny puckered ring of her quivering anus. He knew that she could not see what he was doing up behind her, and he grinned obscenely and sadistically as he prepared the wax shaft by wetting the end of it in her freely flowing cuntal juices. Without warning, he laid the round end of the candle in the narrow crevice between her buttocks and with one hard forward shove jammed it all the way up into her fitfully clenching anal passage.
"Agggggh! You bastard! It hurts!" the surprised and pained young girl exclaimed as she felt the smooth hardness of the candle stretching her reluctantly expanded rectum to the tearing point. When she tried to lurch forward away from the piercing object buried up between her buttocks, Zingo circled his free arm around under her heatedly quivering belly and pulled her back onto his throbbing hot cock, using his pelvis to fasten the candle in place up in her defiled anus.
Satisfied that he had humiliated her for her words, Zingo settled back to enjoying the jerking, womb-tightening reflexes his unexpected thrust into her perversely penetrated anus had given her, gritting his teeth from the sweet agony her wildly pulsing vagina was causing his embedded penis. Little by little Barbara's painfully expanded anus became accustomed to the brutal unnatural presence in her rectum and she began to fuck back onto Zingo's rubbery member harder than before, gasping and groaning with new abandoned passion.
The brunette felt as though she were cumming all over, the myriad tiny explosions inside her convulsively flooding pussy repeating like distant echoes in her ravaged rectum.
"Okay, you little whore," Zingo growled up behind her. "Here comes my load. Fuck back!" He could feel parts of his being splintering away as though his stiffly exploding penis were a long wooden pole being broken into a million pieces. On and on he spurted his white-cum up into her clenching receptive cunt, his warm, womb-wetting foam soaking her dilating inner walls while the muscles of her climaxing pussy contracted around him like a thousand honeyed tongues sucking him dry.
"Ohhhh, ohhh," Barbara grunted in animal abandon as she knelt before him, her whitely rounded buttocks flashing around in small erotic circles as her own orgasm continued on and on, endlessly racking her body with mind-blowing joy. Then Zingo held her pinned back against his loins for what seemed an eternity, his slowly deflating cock pulsing lewdly up inside her.
When the burly Indian finally collapsed back away from her, Barbara had to reach back herself and remove the wax candlestick he had ruthlessly rammed up inside her now expanded, feeling a slight resistance as the tiny rubbery ring clung tenaciously to the waxen object.
A guilt-ridden witness to the whole lewd scene, Karen Kelly bit her lip in frustration and rolled over onto her side, wrapping the sleeping bag around her cum-soaked naked body as she curled up into a child-like position. No longer riding on the euphoric high of the drug, the young blonde could hear the others in the cave breathing heavily as she reviled herself for her earlier lack of control and then gradually the exhausted game warden drifted off into a deep welcome sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning Karen Kelly awoke in the strange surroundings of the cave, a thin stream of sunlight coming in through the rock mouth, which was surrounded by thick foliage. At first unable to remember where she was or how she had come to be there, the bleary-eyed girl thought she must still be dreaming. Then suddenly the horrendous memories of everything that had happened the night before came rushing in. The young blonde groaned and pressed her face into the sleeping bag smelling obscenely of male perspiration and semen.
However, little by little the captive game warden shook off the incapacitating feelings of remorse and dejection and began to search for her government uniform. When finally it dawned on the young girl that no one else was around, she began to dig frantically under the bedding scattered around the earth floor of the cave.
This was her chance to escape from the three seamy characters who had brutally forced her to come with them to this place the day before. But for a split second the young blonde marveled at the idea that only one night had passed since she had run into the alienated Zingo Beatty and his cohorts. It seemed as though it had been ages since she had been cooped up and then used by Gig Barker as a debased vessel of his perverted lust.
Now they had deliberately hidden her clothing so she could not escape while they were out poaching more of the helpless animals she had been hired to protect.
Well, I'll show them, the determined young blonde told herself. Unzipping one of the lightweight sleeping bags all the way down one side, Karen draped it over one shoulder and tied it around her waist with a piece of cord obviously used by the poachers for tying together the legs of dead deer. Karen had to hold the sleeping bag up on one side to cover both her roundly curved breasts as she slowly edged her way out the opening of the cave. Her heart beating wildly, the game warden carefully surveyed the surrounding landscape for signs of her captors, and when she saw nothing but a nervous squirrel feeding at the base of a nearby oak, its tail quivering cautiously in the air, she made her way clumsily between the close-knit branches of the dense pines.
Karen could see it was still early, probably not after nine o'clock. All around her were the sounds of small animals feeding among the brush and the endless repeated calls of birds filling the breathy silence of the woods. She found it a little difficult to walk without her hiking boots, the soles of her feet quickly becoming tender and sore as she picked her way along the narrow trail toward the main path she remembered from the night before. Vaguely the young blonde wished she knew where her kidnappers might have gone for their morning's hunt so that she could avoid them. But she had to take a chance and strike out on the main trail toward the east, the direction she had come from the day before. Karen considered leaving the trail and cutting cross-country toward one of the ranger stations she knew about, but the possibility of getting lost combined with the difficulty of walking without shoes made her decide to stay on the path.
The sun was beginning to feel warm and she was glad to have the cool damp air of the forest swirling inside the open sleeping bag around her naked body as she walked among the trees. Gradually she became aware of a numbing soreness down between her legs, but still she forced her mind not to think about the debasing events of the night before.
Then as Karen topped a small rise in the forest which enabled her to view in the distance the tall wooden tower of the ranger station she was looking for, she caught sight of Zingo Beatty standing alertly in a clump of small pines. His eyes were peering intently off to her left, and following his gaze, the young blonde game warden finally caught sight of the deer he was stalking. While she watched, the deer slowly raised its head from the grass and sniffed at the light breeze. Karen was sorry that she was standing downwind from the animal, because otherwise it might have caught her scent and bolted for cover in fear. Her eyes turned back to Zingo where he was well hidden from the solitary deer, by the obscuring bushes and she watched as he raised his bow and notched one of the metal-tipped arrows. Carefully he drew the string back and hooked his thumb under his chin, sighting over the tip of the bow in a steady aim.
The young blonde was suddenly torn between the desire to make a noise and frighten the animal away and the desire to remain anonymously out of sight from the Indian hunter. She looked wistfully at the tower off in the distance where she knew help could be found, and then knelt cautiously to pick up a walnut-sized stone. With hesitation the young game warden threw it into the brush near the attentively listening deer, then dropped silently to her knees to keep her presence a secret from Zingo.
There was a sudden flurry of activity in the brush that came to an abrupt halt almost immediately after it began. The deer had been startled all right, she saw as she shoved some low-hanging branches to one side and looked out at the clearing, but the heavy thud she had heard was the arrow that Zingo had loosed striking home just behind the heart of the deer, dropping it in the midst of a high-footed leap. Karen had hesitated too long and the poor animal was lying stretched out over the rhododendron bush where it had been felled from the bow shot.
Apparently Zingo had not noticed the stone Karen had flung to scare away the deer, because he walked unconcernedly into the clearing and knelt by the fallen animal. Karen watched as he seemed to be performing some sort of ritual over the slain deer, thinking it must be a kind of atonement for killing it, and she felt a sudden resurgence of respect for this tall handsome poacher. At least he still observed some of his tribal customs, and that somehow made him more acceptable.
Then while the young girl continued watching, the Indian began to prepare the animal for carrying it back to the cave. At that moment as though she had appeared out of nowhere, Barbara Finley stepped up behind the kneeling Zingo. Her words came clear as a bell to the hiding game warden's ears.
"Zingo, you're fantastic. That deer was already on the move when you dropped him," the young hippie said. Her voice was slightly husky as though she were sexually aroused. She stood behind the silent Zingo for a long time, watching what he was doing to the carcass, and then slowly the brunette began to take off her Indian-like clothing, not stopping until she stood completely naked behind her partner in crime.
"Hey man," the woman finally breathed down at the sweating Indian hunter, "Look at me."
His eyes still attuned to his work, Zingo slowly turned his head in the direction of the waiting brunette. When he caught sight of her standing stark naked, her hands flitting like little doves lightly over the bare white skin of her breasts and down into the dark brown triangle of her pubic hair, the expression on his face clouded and his mouth gaped open. It was obvious to the hidden Karen that he was immediately aroused by the sight of Barbra caressing her own body before his very eyes, and he watched with heaving chest for a long time, licking his tongue hungrily over his lips before dropping the hunting knife. As if he couldn't wait another minute, the virile Indian stripped off his clothes and grabbed the young woman by the arm, pulling her with him to the ground. His open mouth pressed down over one of Barbara's up-thrust nipples while her hands played over his muscular back and she moaned softly from his touch.
They played with each other's bodies, the woman's hands fondling at the poacher's rigidly swollen penis while he stroked his thick fingers into the open readiness of her vagina, and then with an animal groan, he crawled up between her wide-split thighs and positioned himself to enter her moistly gyrating cunt.
Fighting the nearly uncontrollable urge to press her fingers down into her own wetly quivering vaginal opening, Karen was shocked and surprised to feel her own loins aching and tingling while she watched. Her lovely face blushed pink with solitary shame at the sensations of inexplicable lust that rushed willy-nilly through her veins when Zingo clenched his buttocks and slipped forward into Barbara's moistly expanded cuntal passage, now falling into a slow methodical rhythm as he began to fuck up between the young girl's uplifted thighs. The watching blonde could see Zingo's heavy dangling testicles beneath slapping repeatedly up against the brunette's grinding white buttocks, and with each long hard thrust the Indian made, sympathetic feelings of sensual response surged through Karen's hotly aroused loins.
Although the innocent game warden was aware that now was her chance to escape unnoticed from her captors and continue on toward the tower and safety, she was mesmerized, unable to move from her crouching position among the bushes. She was groaning softly to herself as she watched the lewdly obscene view of the naked pair shamelessly copulating before her. As the young girl stared in fascination at the complex motions the wanton, dark-haired woman was making under the man she had called a "redskin bastard" the night before, suddenly Karen heard a sound from behind. Upon turning around, the young girl was filled with a hopeless sense of dread.
Gig Barker was standing there, smiling lewdly down into her fear-stricken eyes.
"You like to watch, huh, baby?" he taunted derisively. His eyes wandered over her barely covered nakedness as she protectively pulled the sleeping bag tighter around her exposed cream-white breasts.
"Leave me alone, please," the blonde pleaded with him. "I won't say anything to anybody ... just let me go."
"Not on your life, baby. You're too much fun for one thing, and I don't trust you for another." Balancing the thirty-thirty rifle in the crook of his left arm, Gig reached out with his right hand and jerked away the sleeping bag, revealing to his hungry gaze all the alluring bodily charms of his trembling young captive.
Slowly and deliberately, the tall poacher loosened his belt buckle and let his pants drop to the ground, stepping out of them to stand before the frightened escapee clad only in his jockey shorts. Beneath the white material, Karen could see as he stood there before her that his penis was fully erect, forming a heavy swelling mound that reached almost to the elastic band at his waist.
"Take it out, baby," he ordered in a hoarse, lust-distorted voice. His left arm nudging the barrel of the rifle the slightest bit in her direction left no doubt that the poacher intended her to obey him without question. Wrapping her arms around her upper body as though she were suddenly cold despite the permeating warmth of the sun, the young blonde shivered and closed her eyes to block out the obscene vision standing threateningly before her. Then when she felt the coldness of metal touching the taut flesh of her nakedly exposed breasts, first one and then the other, the young girl trembled weakly with fear and resentment. He had already humiliated her once the night before in the cave and it didn't seem possible to her that she could still have something to lose, but nevertheless she was holding back as though her virginity were still intact.
"What's the matter, girl? You'd rather watch those two fuck than give me a little piece?" he snarled down at her. Angry at Karen's reluctance, Gig abruptly decided it would be satisfying to humiliate the little blonde bitch further than she could believe possible. The tall hunter had intended to fuck into her dog-fashion, but now he had something better in mind. This time he jostled her naked flesh with the barrel of the gun, hard enough to make the little whore flinch in pain and open her eyes. Karen looked at the little red circle of the bruise where her captor had bumped the hard metal into the heaving white softness of her right breast.
"All right, baby, if you don't want to fuck me you don't have to," Gig told her in a tone of indifference. He saw her big blue eyes look up into his with a sense of thankful relief, and then while she watched he slipped his jockey shorts down over his muscular hips, stretching the elastic waistband out away from his hairy belly to free his lewdly throbbing cock.
Karen gasped out loud when she got the lurid daylight view of his nakedly exposed hard penis, the bulging veins along its thick underside pulsing heavily only inches from her face. Tiny droplets of clear seminal fluid seeped from the slit in the bulbous tip, glistening in the sunlight like obscene dewdrops. The heavy foreskin was stretched tautly from the tip-end to the loose skin of the hardened cock-shaft and down below the young blonde could see his cum-laden testicles swollen inside their fleshy sac.
Without warning, the big man's free hand reached out and grabbed Karen's long blonde hair to pull her head forward so that his pulsing rod was almost touching her lips. The faintly sweet odor of his loins reached the girl's sensitive nostrils as she stiffened her body in awe-struck apprehension of what was to come.
"You know what to do, you little blonde bitch," he growled above her, pulling at her hair until it felt as though it would come out by the roots. "Put your mouth on my cock and suck it."
"No, no-nnnnnnnnnnnn..." Karen moaned in abject humiliation before him, automatically tightening her lips against the hotly swelling tip of the hard cock bumping up against her mouth.
Gig Barker could feel the young blonde's heated breath from her wildly flaring nostrils as it passed over the throbbing head of his achingly turgid cock, the tingling sensations it sent racing down into his heavy balls further exciting his rigid expanding shaft. Laying the cold rifle barrel against the naked flesh of Karen's shoulder, her muscular captor grasped her nostrils between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, closing off her air until, gasping for breath, she finally had to part her full sensual lips in submission. At that moment, the hunter removed his hand from her nose, flexed his buttocks and lunged forward with all his strength, feeling the blonde's lips and tightly clenched teeth open to let him enter the warm moistness of her mouth. He groaned aloud from the mad aching pleasure his lewd entry gave him, gritting his teeth against the slight pain of her bite as he shoved relentlessly right up against the back of her throat.
Oh God, no, this can't be happening to me, the kneeling young girl repeated to herself over and over as she gagged and choked on his impaling thickness deeply embedded in her mouth. Her tongue was flattened against the floor of her mouth and she could feel his penis pulsing rhythmically inside her wetly working cavern. Karen wanted to bite down on his penis as hard as she could, but she was too afraid to try. Gradually she felt him begin to slip wetly in and out as though her mouth were a widely expanded vagina in her face, his blunt velvety penis-tip bumping up against her palate with each long penetrating thrust he was making into her reluctantly stretched mouth. The poacher's dark tangled pubic hair brushed lewdly against the tip of her nose each time he shoved forward up between the blonde game warden's lips and his heavily laden balls jostled lightly against her chin. Again and again she swallowed the saliva collecting in the bottom of her mouth to keep from strangling, her tongue eventually becoming so tired from her efforts to hold it down away from his lewdly thickening rod that she finally had to move it slightly along the swollen length of his mouth-filling cock.
"Ohhhh, baby, that's it," he groaned above her. "Use your tongue on my cock. Suck it hard!" His fingers were tightening in her hair as he forced her head to bob back and forth on his rigidly skewering member. In self-defense against the pain he was deliberately inflicting on her, Karen began to swirl her tongue effortlessly around his long hard penis, bringing further groans of appreciation up out of his throat.
Slowly it dawned on the debased young blonde that his perverse defilement of her innocent mouth would continue until he had reached his climax, so she decided to do whatever was necessary to make him finish. Quickly she began to suck and lick at his plunging hard rod as though her life depended on it, moaning around his cock as though she enjoyed it more than anything else in the world. She could tell that her efforts were having the desired effects on the tall poacher for his low guttural groans were becoming louder and louder above her head. Until now the girl's hands had been lying lifeless on her kneeling thighs, but now she lifted them up between his stiffly outspread thighs, cupping his warm heavy balls in her palms and kneading them lightly with her fingers. His groans became more urgent now, and his pulsating cock seemed to swell inside her mouth to impossible proportions. Thinking he was getting close to cumming the lovely blonde redoubled her efforts on his throbbing shaft, squeezing it between her moistly wrapping tongue and the roof of her mouth. Her delicately moving fingers milked at his testicles ceaselessly, urging him to explode his heavy load of urgently accumulating semen into her mouth to mix with her own flooding saliva and free her from her slave-like task.
His eyes clouded with passionate lust for the beautiful young girl sucking wantonly on his aching penis, Gig Barker groaned on and on, thrusting with all his strength up between her oval lips clinging wetly to his glistening hard cock. The lewdness of the provocative sight made his balls pulse with hot swirls of sperm as her fingers danced on and fondled his testicles, adding immeasurably to his steadily building pleasure. As her whole body rocked back and forth in front of him from her obscene ministrations, Karen's fully rounded breasts swayed to and fro between her arms while her full buttocks moved gently in. lewd little circles. It all made the blood down in the tall man's wildly thrusting loins heat up to the boiling point.
Suddenly, to her complete astonishment, Karen was beginning to feel the unwanted fires of passion once again kindling in her own naked genitals. Desiring suddenly to please this man, she began sucking his filling hardness in earnest, circling around the smooth rubbery head with her tongue and flicking teasingly with the tip at the tiny slit-like opening at the end. The sharply pungent taste and odor of the lubricating fluids seeping out caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare out in animal-like eagerness. While gently caressing his tightly swollen testicles with one hand, the excited girl began grazing the fingernails of her other hand back between his legs and up over his clenched spasming buttocks, pulling him tightly toward her ravenous mouth.
Barker groaned and pumped before the kneeling girl as her head bobbed up and down, back and forth, slavishly laving his nearly exploding cock. He watched with obscene delight as her oval-stretched lips strained at his thick, rock-hard penis, eating at it as though it were a stick of hard candy. Below, her hips had begun to buck wildly back and forth in time to the hotly pulsating cock slipping in and out of her voracious mouth.
With a groan escaping out around Gig's wildly palpitating cock, the young blonde felt his hands winding tighter in her long hair as he held her head in a death grip while his crazily stroking cock rammed in and out of her greedily sucking mouth with maniacal fury. Karen's hand left his testicles and snaked rapidly down between her own widespread legs where she plunged three fingers directly into the moistly throbbing opening of her vagina and began finger-fucking herself with quick hard movements. Simultaneously Gig Barker groaned before her as his hot searing sperm gushed out from the tip of his continually driving cock up into the depths of her gulping throat. Most of his long thick penis was deep inside her mouth and throat now, and all that was visible to him were the wisps of dark pubic hair which appeared around her lips-on either side of his shaft thickly covered with cum and saliva.
Karen felt his spasmodically jerking rod spurt endlessly into her ravenous mouth and her Adam's apple bobbed rapidly up and down as she struggled to swallow all his white-hot semen to keep from choking. Suddenly she didn't want to lose a drop of the life-giving fluid, and she continued sucking and nibbling at the slowly deflating cock-shaft while at the same time massaging her own clitoris. The young blonde could feel her now desperately hungry pussy moistening and widening from the deep thrusts her fingers were making up into the softly pulsing opening down between her thighs. Lewd unexpected pleasure flowed through her when the girl formed in her mind a picture of the other couple obscenely screwing together a few feet away in the clearing. The memory of their lustful sounds of passion came to her ears, driving her to even greater lengths to assuage the hunger of her own hot little cunt.
Karen felt the long hard rod in her mouth soften to half its length, then slowly, despite the mouth-filling orgasm of hot cum only moments before, the hunter's velvety-tipped penis began to swell once more just from the hot unrelenting lip pressure around his bulging tip-end.
Gig Barker moved the girl's head away from his loins as his newly excited cock came out of her sucking mouth with a moist popping sound. Karen's eyes, which had been closed, opened wide in surprise at her captor's withdrawal. Feeling disappointed and unsatisfied, the blonde dug her fingers more deeply into her insistently throbbing vagina in a last desperate attempt to quench its hungry ache. Somehow the preacher's daughter had lost all her inhibitions and now she continued finger-fucking in front of the man who had not only raped away her virginity the night before but who had just forced her to perform an act she had always considered lewd an act reserved in her mind for professional prostitutes.
Still on her knees, Karen watched herself with lust-glazed eyes, her fingers ceaselessly driving into her flowering moist pussy. Gig quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes, throwing them aside as he reached out with one foot and teasingly nudged the little blonde on the upper thigh.
"Over on your knees, bitch," he growled at her with a forcefullness that left no doubt that she must obey or else. His tender victim continued finger-fucking her hot pulsating cunt as she turned over, her nakedly upturned buttocks nervously quivering in sympathetic rhythm before the hunter's lewd gaze. The massively muscled stranger looked down at the girl's squirming buttocks and the fingers going in and out of her pink moist cunt, feeling the fires of lust once again burning uncontrollably in his obscenely rejuvenated cock. The game warden's upper body was leaning forward, her head lying on its side in such a way that Gig could see her mouth and his semen still on her lips. Overcome with lewd desire, the tall hunter dropped to his knees behind her and without further hesitation pressed his hot-tipped rod up between the girl's tauntingly undulating buttocks.
Karen's mind was possessed with a new kind of fear as Gig's hugely expanded cock came into contact with the wet sensitive flesh up between her legs while she urgently rubbed with fingers still buried far up in her softly palpitating pussy. For the first time the young blonde really knew what it meant to feel the enormity of a long thick penis begging entrance up behind her. She removed her fingers and felt with them around the heavily bloated tip of the cock forcing its way against her tight little vagina.
Slowly Gig's fingers helped prepare the way, guiding the hot head of his heavy blunt cock into the fearfully trembling cuntal flesh, separating her tautly stretched pussy-lips farther and farther until she could no longer hold out against him.
"Ohhhhhh!" she sighed half in apprehension and half in joy, feeling him push the heatedly throbbing end of his turgid shaft into the tightly clasped elastic rim of her cunt. The inexperienced blonde warden squeezed shut her vaginal muscles in a desperate last effort to hold him off despite the desire flooding her seething loins as she fought to adjust her mind to the menacing hugeness of his searching penis. If she had been able to take it in her the night before, surely she could do it again. But still she was so afraid.
Knowing that the young blonde's cuntal muscles could not hold him out forever, Gig continued to apply pressure relentlessly until the girl was involuntarily forced to relax and give in. Pushing past the quivering, widely stretched outer folds of her pussy, the muscular poacher shoved his eagerly prodding cock right up into her warm inner passage. Spreading and forcing wide the delicate sensitive flesh of Karen's wetly clinging vagina, Gig's cock moved inexorably forward.
The position she was in seemed to make her already small cunt still tighter around the invading thickness, and suddenly Karen was terribly afraid, and she tried to move forward away from him.
"I-I can't!" she cried out. "Not this way you're too big!"
But Gig Barker only ignored her mewling protests, callously chuckling up behind her as he shoved forward into the bitch's hotly grasping little cunt.
"Agggghhhh!" she groaned, making a sideways jerk to evade the thrust up into her defenselessly shuddering vagina. The hunter's mighty penis embedded up inside her to the rubbery flange around its head felt as big as a tree trunk, and the walls of her cunt seemed to be ripping open as the erotically pulsing hardness pushed steadily forward without giving her time to adapt herself to the dilating presence inside her cringing white belly.
Hopelessly trying to distract herself from the excruciating pressure in her wide-stretched pussy, Karen opened her eyes and glanced toward the Indian poacher and the girl he had been wildly fucking minutes before. Now the other couple had shifted positions, Barbra crouching on all fours up over Zingo's up-thrusting thick penis, her open ovaled lips coaxing patiently at his glistening thick shaft. The girl's soft active lips were clasped hungrily around the hardness of Zingo's penis as it moved rhythmically in and out of her open mouth. The Indian was smiling in unconcealed delight as he watched her licking and kissing with abandoned pleasure at his obscenely stimulated member.
It was like seeing an instant television replay of what Karen herself had been doing to Gig's cock minutes ago, and unexpectedly the young blonde felt her moist pussy begin flowering open again, allowing the white hunter easier access to the needing inner depths of her wantonly churning loins.
Gig released his grip on Karen's long golden hair and placed his hands on the girl's whitely molded hips as he began to fuck slowly in and out of the young girl's tight receptive vagina. He knew from experience that Karen's discomfort would quickly evaporate as his fucking sent wild sensations of animal passion throughout her lovely kneeling body. He would make this little blonde bitch the best fuck in the entire valley.
At that moment Karen was thinking, I'm just a common whore. Nothing but a common prostitute. However, the degrading thought, instead of turning her off, sent great rushes of salacious pleasure soaring throughout Karen's hopelessly impaled young body, and she began wriggling her ass-cheeks in seductive tight circles back against the virile hunter's hard thrusting loins. Now that Karen was no longer an innocent virgin, she had absolutely nothing to lose so the young blonde began to fuck back against the tall hunter with all the abandoned fury of a woman whose desires had been unnecessarily curtailed for too long.
"Ohhhhh, yes," Karen purred back at Gig over her shoulder. "Yessssss! Fuck me like that! Harder, harder!"
Tightening his hold on her hips and spreading his legs farther apart for better balance, the handsome poacher stroked deeper and deeper up into the convulsively grasping passion-heat of her palpitating pussy, feeling like a king holding court up behind her rocking, quivering buttocks. Inside the narrow hot tunnel of her clenching cunt, he could feel his aching, rock-hard penis pushing aside the soft fleshy walls to plunge furiously into the girl's defenseless body with every pile-driving stroke of his rampantly lust-laden cock.
Using his knees, Gig forced the blonde's desire-weakened legs farther apart, spreading and stretching even wider the tender half-moons of her ass-cheeks in an effort to fuck all the way up into her womb. And before long he felt the heavy, blood-engorged tip of his penis bumping roughly against the softly resisting rubbery tip of her cervix.
Gig knew that Karen had never before felt as happy and abandoned as she was right now, and he harshly dug his fingers into her roundly yielding hips, pulling her ass-cheeks even farther back toward his pumping pelvis, gaining more traction in her plundered cunt. The girl's knees were doubled under her so far that her ripely swollen breasts brushed against the smooth skin of her thighs.
Karen felt her rosy-tipped nipples tracing tickling circles on her sensitive thighs, sending tiny signals of excitement racing over her quivering belly down into her loins, and she began to buck wildly back against Gig's pelvis pounding heavily against her from behind. Her hands no longer under control began to move up the smooth inner surfaces of her upper legs, enjoying the feel of the cuntal fluids coursing out around his furiously lunging cock and onto the quaking surface of her skin. Then she cupped both his cum-swollen testicles in her palms, milking heartily at them as they prepared to once more flood into her aching, desire-ridden pussy.
As she concentrated on the hard, pleasure-giving cock soaring up inside her, Karen's joy was increased by watching Zingo's hard pummeling rod sinking deep into Barbara's tightly clinging mouth. The naked young brunette was sucking the Indian more blatantly than ever as his sperm-laden balls slapped lewdly up against her chin with every ruthless stroke. Although her mind was clouded by lust, Karen could see clearly that the burly Indian was straining at the very edge of an orgasm. Suddenly seizing Barbara's head in a vise-like grip between his flattened palms, Zingo thrust his wildly jerking penis as far back as it would go up into her throat as his face contorted into a red mask of lust, and he let loose a stream of obscenities unlike anything Karen had heard before.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Keep sucking my cock, baby. Suck ... suck ... SUCK IT! HARD!" he roared beneath Barbara like an animal gone mad, savagely fucking in and out of the brunette's greedily clasping lips.
Then Barbara was swallowing, and Karen knew that the poacher's white sticky cum was flooding into the other woman's mouth, spurting in maddening torrents deep into her willing, accepting throat. The watching blonde, filled with stampeding pleasure and debased joy, bucked uncontrollably before Gig Barker's endlessly plunging cock, bringing herself to the highest, the most exhilarating sensory peak she had ever experienced.
The game warden moaned incoherently as the hunter thrust steadily in and out of her hungering, tightly clasping vagina, his heavy, buttock-flattening strokes becoming faster and more violent by the minute. Excited more than she had realized by what she had seen Barbara doing to Zingo, the tender young blonde went crazy, her whole sensually awakened young body twisting and writhing dementedly as she welcomed her captor's pleasure-giving hardness deeper and deeper up into her insanely aroused loins.
"Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh, God!" she managed to groan, tightening the grip of her fingers around his dangling balls in an attempt to spur him on to fill her belly with his white-hot semen. She had never experienced anything like this before this madness, this self-abandon, this open naked undisguised lust. Karen wondered if it were the residual effects of the marijuana she had smoked the night before or if her response was due to the expertise of the tall man leaning up behind her now, his hands holding her roundly gyrating hips.
The girl's thoughts centered on the wicked tingling sensations slowly working up from the hotly steaming moist flesh between her legs. The feelings radiated steadily out in all directions, even up into the rigidly throbbing buds of her erect nipples and back down again into her long shapely legs now beginning to jerk and tremble as Gig's thick burgeoning penis fucked up into her hotly clinging young pussy from behind with all the considerable strength of his athletic young body.
"Ohhhhhh, God do it to me," she groaned, now half out of her mind with desire. "Fuck me harder like that! Fuck me back there!"
The young game warden could hardly believe it was herself speaking as she listened to the obscene words rolling lewdly from her slack mouth. The young girl was working her way slowly but surely toward a spectacularly explosive orgasm, one greater than she had ever experienced in her whole life, including the one the night before in the cave when she had been smoking marijuana. In her previous limited experience with sex, Karen had seldom had difficulty cumming, but this was different. This time, she just knew she was going to lose her mind from the powerful feelings building up in her loins, and she bore down as hard as she could, teasing the fluttering internal muscles of her vagina in order to increase the moist pressure around the poacher's heatedly pistoning cock and bring her wildly stimulated clitoris into contact with his hard-driving member.
That did it for Gig Barker. He suddenly bent over her, placing his head on her naked back and uttering a low deep groan as the warm swirling cum from deep within his balls began its irreversible gush up into her tightly clasping channel. His orgasmically jerking penis was shooting fire-hot cum convulsively into the palpitating core of the girl's quivering young cunt. Karen could feel it washing into her in flaming, hard-spurting torrents, and a sense of frenetic haste overcame her as she suddenly feared the virile man would finish and leave her stranded on the very brink of cumming.
"Ohhhhhh, nooo, darling wait for me! Keep fucking me!" she pleaded uselessly, knowing there was no way for him to hold himself back now. In a desperate last-minute attempt to bring herself over the verge into orgasm, the lust-maddened young blonde removed one hand from Gig's full swinging testicles and began to massage her stiffened little clitoris. Her nakedly writhing buttocks ground back fiercely into his loins, rotating her ass-cheeks around and around on the deflating shaft of his still spasmodically ejaculating cock in an effort to coax herself over the brink.
Then, finally, the young blonde felt her own juices flooding in around his pulsing cock before it had gone completely soft inside her as the hot electric fire spread rapidly through her desire-laden loins.
"Ohhhhhhh, God! Ohhhhhhhh, I'm cummmmmming! Keep fucking! I'm cummmmminnnnnngggg!" she shouted shamelessly back at the virile hunter as she jerked her uncontrollably quivering ass-cheeks back into his trembling loins with all her strength. Karen's tenderly vibrating inner thighs clenched tightly around her hand buried in the soft wet mound of pubic hair as she continued to rub her finger over the wildly aroused tip of her swollen clitoris to draw out every last delicious ounce of feeling.
Then as the furnace in her loins slowly died down to a low heat, Karen felt Gig Barker's now deflated penis slip wetly back out of her gratified pussy. She was too drained and exhausted to get up and she collapsed heedlessly on the ground to roll over into the leaves and pine needles, her breasts heaving as she struggled to regain control over her breathing.
"That was a great fuck, baby," the kidnapper said in a hoarse voice. But the young girl's thoughts had returned to the immediate problem of escape. Now that Gig Barker's hypnotic control over her was fading away after her satiating release, she reviled herself for her weakness. After all, she was a game warden still, and the prisoner of the three armed deer poachers. Karen cursed herself for having stopped to watch Zingo and Barbara. The young game warden would be nearing a ranger station and help this very minute if only she had continued along the path.
But such dedicated self-control was impossible now. The minister's daughter had been given a taste of the forbidden fruit of passion and she was no longer capable of saying no to the glorious world of sensual pleasure. Last night the tall poacher had taken Karen all the way out of the restrictive world of sexual purity, and now that he had brought out the blonde's innocent excitability into the kind of joy and driving passion she had never dared imagine existed nothing, not even escape, seemed to matter much any longer.
So the young girl totally ignored the tiny voice in the back of her mind telling her it was her duty to escape and turn the poachers in to the proper officials. Secretly, Karen wished to go on being used like a white slave by this manly hunter who had for the second time ravaged her willingly excited body.
Now certain that the alluring young blonde was hooked on fucking, Gig Barker stood smiling smugly as he dressed and waited for Karen to get up and come back with him to the cave.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As it turned out, Karen Kelly did not have a second chance to get away even if she had actually decided to try. The next morning she was awakened early when Gig threw her uniform in her face and ordered her to get dressed. It was hard for Karen to get out of the sleeping bag. Her body was much too sore and tired from the long marvelous leisurely screwing Gig had given her once they had returned to the cave.
As she got to her feet and began to dress Karen found herself wondering how long the handsome hunter could go on making love two or three times a day. The man seemed to be absolutely insatiable, and each time he touched Karen's young inexperienced body he seemed to bring up new unexpected reserves of lusty response that the young blonde hadn't known existed before this. The inventiveness he showed was astonishing. It had never occurred to Karen that there were so many different, interesting ways to make love. Each time Gig's thick hard cock was ready to penetrate her now easily accessible vagina, he found a slightly different way of doing it.
As time went on, the game warden's mind was growing more and more confused. Not only did the trio of poachers treat her like a young student of depravity, forcing Karen to learn how to get more and more high on the conscience-killing weed marijuana, but they also expected her to accept without question their extreme sexuality. And it was almost too much for the blonde's youthful sense of values to deal with. Karen had begun to wonder whether or not her mind would snap from the strain of constant exposure to such a totally alien way of behaving. Slowly, reality seemed to be receding from the game warden's consciousness. Life with Gig, Zingo and Barbara was like living in a dream where everyone had agreed on a set of values that turned the world Karen had grown up in completely upside down.
"Okay baby, shape up. That sweet little cunt doesn't entitle you to lie around like an off-duty whore," the leader of the poachers snarled at the young blonde. "We've got to get moving. Hurry up and get dressed."
Karen couldn't imagine what the hurry was. Then she noticed that the other sleeping bags were rolled up and packed with the few cooking utensils and tools the gang had brought with them to the cave. At that moment, Zingo came up out of the ice-cooled lower cave, carrying one of the dressed carcasses of the deer they had been poaching.
Why had they decided to leave earlier than planned? Karen wondered, particularly since she knew the poachers had not got the extra head of deer Gig had said they would need.
When Karen had finished dressing, Gig, playing the role of the top sergeant, began ordering everybody around. Turning toward Karen the hunter said, "Okay baby, you can help Barbara load up the net." Karen followed the dark-haired woman who sauntered lazily into the section of the cave where the skins were stored. Silently they gathered all they could carry in their arms.
In a small clearing outside the mouth of the main cave, Zingo had spread on the ground a brown and green camouflage net. Several deer were already piled in the center of the circular netting, when Barbara and Karen arrived with their first load of skins.
Karen was wondering how the poachers expected to get the load of venison out of the forest. Nobody could carry the hundreds of pounds already stacked on the net.
By the time Karen had helped Barbara carry out the skins and four of the smaller carcasses, her uniform was soaked with sweat from the unaccustomed exertion. The two heavily breathing girls were on their way back for the last carcass when suddenly they heard a deep-throated animal roar behind them. Turning around they saw a huge, tawny-colored mountain lion tearing into the flank of one of the topmost deer.
"Zingo-Gig!" the frightened brunette called out in alarm.
Gig Barker came hurtling out of the cave ready for action. Cocking the thirty-thirty rifle he was carrying, the hunter raised the gun to his shoulder and fired one ear-splitting blast that sent the mountain lion tumbling back off the netting and into the bushes where it snarled and twitched for what seemed a long time before it shuddered and lay still.
The virile man walked over to the wild animal and kicked it once in the abdomen to be sure it was dead.
"Thieving bastard," Gig muttered to himself as he turned the cat over onto its back. Then as though he had heard something in the distance he stood and listened intently. He set the rifle butt on the ground with the barrel lying in the crotch of a rhododendron bush, then grasping the slain mountain lion by its tail he pulled it toward the main trail ten yards away. Next he picked up the rifle and ejected the remaining shells out onto the ground. Then he stooped down to pick them up and put them in his pocket.
"Come here, broad," he called to Karen in a derisive voice. Obediently the young blonde approached him, still cringing from the cruel way he had killed the beautiful wild cat without the slightest compunction. The girl wondered what the poacher was up to now.
"Somebody's coming," he said in a softer tone. "Whoever it is has got to be a federal employee. I want you to stand out there with the cat and keep him busy while I clobber him. Zingo will be off in the brush with his bow notched and ready. If you say anything or make one wrong move, whoever it is will be smashed and you along with him. Got that? Then get moving."
The shocked and dazed warden took the unloaded rifle and pushed her way through the dense underbrush, reaching the main trail just in time to see a green-suited forest ranger coming in her direction, his pistol drawn. Clearly he had been expecting to find an unauthorized hunter in the area, and he was surprised to see a young blonde-haired game warden.
"Trouble?" he asked as he reholstered his pistol and stepped up to the fallen lion. "What happened? He jump you?" the ranger asked solicitously, looking the curvaceous young blonde over as if he were more than officially concerned for her safety.
"Y-yes," Karen lied uneasily, as she noticed a slight, almost imperceptible movement in the bushes behind the ranger.
Her mind was torn between a desire to warn the ranger and the ungovernable fear that Zingo Beatty might actually kill this innocent man. Karen had seen the Indian hit a leaping deer with his hunting bow, and she had no doubt that he could drop this by-passing ranger with the greatest of ease. "I didn't want to shoot, but I was scared," the girl went on, hoping to keep his attention from the nearby netting and the heap of poached venison on it.
Karen could see Gig stealing up behind the ranger, a broken limb raised in his right hand, ready to strike. Instinctively the blonde raised her fingers to her lips in anticipation of what was to happen. The ranger started to turn, but he was too late. The chunky limb struck the base of his neck with a terrible thud and he crumpled to the ground without uttering a sound.
"Good girl," Gig complimented her. "You're getting smarter by the hour." Then he turned and called toward the bushes behind her. "Hey, Zingo! Bring some cord to tie him up with."
"You-you can't leave him here in the forest tied and unable to move," Karen protested, staring aghast as Gig Barker leaned down and disarmed the fallen man.
"Don't worry. When we're ready to leave we'll cut him loose. After we knock him out again, of course."
The ranger was beginning to come to, shaking his head in agony from the force of the blow. His brown eyes opened and he looked around but said nothing.
"That settles it, Zingo," Gig said as the Indian joined him in holding the ranger down. Quickly the two poachers wrapped strong nylon cord around the government man's wrists, doubling it back down to immobilize his ankles and then up behind his back. "I'm heading over to the truck to radio in the choppers. As soon as I connect with Sarge I'll get back here, so finish hitching up all the gear. Be ready to move out."
"Okay, Gig," Zingo answered. "Tell him what's happened so he'll come in low. We don't want any other rangers who might be in the neighborhood taking potshots at us."
"Right. Don't leave any traces in the cave. It looks like this might be the last time we can run deer here, but we don't want the feds tracking us."
With that the tall, dark-haired hunter turned on his heel and set off at double speed down the narrow trail and out of sight.
Karen was thankful that there was still a lot of work to be done, since it kept her mind off what had happened. Both Zingo and Barbara were giving her resentful looks as though they would have liked somehow to repay her for Gig's treatment of them during the past few days. Karen hoped they'd never have the chance. The young blonde had begun to feel that Gig Barker was her protector in the group, and oddly enough she had also begun to feel a certain loyalty and respect for this strong independent man.
There was no mistaking the hot-eyed looks of lust that Zingo repeatedly shot in her direction, telling her that he wanted to get his hands on her if he could. At the same time Barbara was letting her know that she would be only too happy to see the Indian really give the young blonde a good going over. Obviously, Barbara would like nothing better than to take part in anything that would further humiliate the new girl who had replaced her in Gig's affections.
Finally they had all the gear packed and piled up near the camouflage netting which was now noosed up over the numerous carcasses of deer. It seemed impossible that there would be anyway to lift the thousands of pounds of raw cold meat and skins, and Karen speculated wildly on how they would manage it.
But then the astonished game warden saw the huge bug-eyed helicopter painted green and carrying the insignia of the U.S. Army clattering in their direction. As soon as it came into sight, Zingo was on his feet, reaching for the grappling hook even before it reached ground level. The whirring noise of the chopper blades was deafening.
Karen noticed Gig, who was leaning out of the open hatch of the huge helicopter, lowering a rope ladder and motioning for her to grab hold. The young warden placed her feet on the bottom rung of the swaying rope and, grasping for dear life at a higher cross rope with both hands, she climbed the ladder toward the gigantic machine hovering above the ground.
Next the gear was sent up in a small cargo net, followed by Barbara and Zingo on the ladder.
Once the deer were safely fastened to the bottom of the helicopter, Gig gave the go ahead and the pilot swung the chopper into motion.
It was so simple it was hard to believe they could get away with it. Only for a moment was there any kind of a hitch.
The helicopter was spotted by one of the ranger stations when the pilot inadvertently rose a little too high above the ridge that would have separated them from view. Suddenly there was a voice coming into the noisy cabin demanding call number and authorization to fly over the park. Since the helicopter was from the nearby Pendle Army Base and had often flown into the woods on official training missions, the pilot had a perfect cover which the ranger station accepted without question.
The man's voice on the radio reminded Karen Kelly of the man they had tied up back near the cave. Yelling over the noise of the endlessly whirring blades, she asked, "What about the ranger? He'll be attacked by animals if he's left there all tied up."
Zingo smiled at her coldly, not answering, but Gig replied, "We left a knife about ten feet from where he was lying. Sooner or later he'll work his way over to it and cut himself free."
Karen couldn't tell if he was lying or not, so she had no choice but to take his word for it. Anyway there was nothing she could do about it.
Within a few minutes the helicopter had traversed the remaining miles of wood beneath them and gradually lowered the cargo into a huge ten-ton dump truck. Then when the passengers had lowered themselves once more via the rope ladder, the chopper disappeared off into the distance, the whirling vanes slanting forward as the pilot picked up speed. Although Karen had not seen any money exchanged between them she assumed that the pilot was being well paid for his illicit use of the army vehicle.
"Tie the tarpaulin down tight, Zingo," the tall leader of the poaching gang commanded as he immediately began stashing the camping equipment behind the seat of the truck. Within five minutes after the helicopter had disappeared over the horizon, Gig started the engine of the truck with a roaring noise that made it impossible to talk. They all got in and Gig drove them away from the boundaries of the national forest at the fastest speed the heavy truck could manage. It had been a masterfully planned rendezvous. The poachers looked pleased with themselves.
Meanwhile Karen was trying to decide where she stood in relation to the group and whether or not she should try another escape. It seemed obvious to her that the poachers would have to keep her with them now until they had safely covered their tracks even then, Karen wondered if they would dare release her ... alive.
The young girl had seen the lack of compassion the two men had shown the forest ranger and she knew it wouldn't be any different for her if it came right down to it. The captive game warden felt more alone and frightened than ever before in her life.
CHAPTER NINE
They were just outside the city when Gig Barker turned the truck off the highway and onto a dirt road. Pulling to a stop beside a blue and white Buick, Zingo motioned the two women out of the truck. He quickly shifted the sleeping bags and other camping equipment around in the truck. Then Gig prepared to take the truck on alone.
"Got all the signals straight, Zingo? We don't need any fuck-ups at this stage of the game."
"Don't worry, no fuck-ups on this end. Just get back here with the money, so that Barbara and I can split." Zingo had no patience left for the high and mighty manner of his former friend. Since that day in the forest with Karen when Gig had held the rifle on him, Zingo had just been waiting for a chance to get even and then get the hell out of their three-year arrangement. Now his chance had come.
"I'll be at the motel before dark. It's a bad road to Peterson, but I can make it if this pile of junk holds out," Gig said.
The truck engine roared into life again, then, slowly ground into reverse to back out onto the highway while the others piled into the Buick.
No one spoke all the way to the Marlin Motel where they checked into a double connecting room. Once inside, it became evident that there would still be no chance for Karen to escape from her captors. The door between the rooms was locked and Zingo had the key.
"Barbara, you watch little blondie while I shower off some of this dirt and grime. Then you can clean up. Don't fall asleep and let her get away from you."
"She'll be here when you finish. I'll see to that," Barbara told the Indian, throwing a look of warning at the nervous young prisoner.
The bathroom door closed and the hissing sound of the shower came through the door and into the room. Karen sat on the edge of the bed staring at the floor, but out of the corner of her eye she could see the brunette sitting near the telephone, watching her like a hawk. This was the first time the two young women had been alone together since they had first encountered each other in the forest. All along it had been obvious that Gig's former girl was filled with anger and resentment at Karen because her man had been taken from her so precipitately.
Although Barbara had seemed to adjust to the changeover without too much trouble, Karen was inevitably going to hear how she felt about it all.
"You think you're pretty hot stuff, don't you, blondie," the dark-haired woman finally blurted out bitterly.
"N-no, I ... I" stammered the astonished young blonde, unable to think of anything to say.
"Don't give me that shit. I can see what you've been up to with Gig. You're hoping he'll ask you to stay with him when this is all over. I can see it in your eyes."
"No, you're wrong," Karen disagreed while at the same time she recognized a twinge of doubt in the back of her mind. Have I been secretly hoping for that? she was thinking.
"But it doesn't matter. I know him. He'll treat you the same way he did me," Barbara continued. "He'll use you for a damned punching bag for as long as you keep his interest, or something new doesn't come along, and then, sweetie, he'll turn you over to whoever happens to be around." The young brunette's eyes narrowed into a mask of hate. "But just in case you have other ideas, you can forget them. Zingo and I will see to it that you don't have a snowball's chance in hell."
The look in Barbara's eyes when she said that made Karen shiver throughout her whole body. So many things had happened to the young girl in the last few days that she couldn't bear to think about it any longer.
To her employers, it would seem that Karen had neglected her duty more than once. First she had gone out into the field without taking proper equipment, then she had allowed herself to be taken captive by Gig Barker and his fellow poachers. To top it off, when the forest ranger had showed up after the mountain lion had been shot, Karen had actually aided the others in making him a prisoner. It would take a lot of explaining to convince the park officials that the young warden had been unable to do anything different during the two days and nights she had been their hostage in the cave.
Further thoughts of a more personal nature began to flood into the blonde's confused mind. There was no way of ignoring the fact that she had somehow begun to actually enjoy the degradation she had been subjected to by the leader of the gang of poachers. Each time the tall dark hunter had touched the young girl, she had responded to his ministrations, as though she had just been waiting for it all her life. That was the hardest thing to explain, and if it ever came out in an investigation no one would believe that she hadn't been a willing partner in their criminal activities.
All these errant thoughts suddenly made Karen wonder if what Barbara had said might not be true. It was possible that the lewd acts the blonde warden had at first been forced into had actually swayed her thinking so that she would not only protect Gig Barker from the law but perhaps would also choose to go away with him and simply desert her job if he wanted her to.
The bathroom door opened and Zingo Beatty stepped out with a bath towel wrapped around his middle.
"Next!" he called as he went toward the table where glasses and their bottle of rye whiskey stood, still unfinished even though they had drunk a lot of it in the woods.
"Who's up for a shot?" he asked without looking at either of the two girls.
"I'll have a double," Barbara Finley said, still staring maliciously at Karen Kelly. "I think Little Miss Girl Scout isn't interested," she added sarcastically.
Zingo wondered what had been going on while he was showering. The Indian could tell there was a bad blood between the two girls and he hoped it wasn't going to stand in the way of what he wanted to do to Karen. He intended to fuck her senseless before Gig returned, but it was possible that Barbara would cause friction if she could to prevent it from happening.
He caught Barbara's eye and studied her face for a long moment before finally deciding he would have to talk to her alone.
"Okay Karen, hop to. Get clean and join us as soon as you're finished. Don't close the door all the way. We don't want you trying anything funny."
Sullenly, the young blonde did as she was told. At first with the door unlocked she was a little apprehensive that Zingo might come in after she was undressed, but when she heard the two kidnappers talking, Karen relaxed a little, removed her clothing, and stepped into the shower stall. The tingling rush of hot water over her skin made her feel good. It was the first time she had been able to bathe since she had run into the poachers, and it was a relief to wash away the accumulated dirt of her two days' debauchery.
In the next room, Zingo was sitting beside Barbara on the edge of the bed, handing her a long drink of rye whiskey over ice.
"Okay, baby, speak up. What's on your mind?"
Barbara shifted her position on the bed and pretended to ignore his question.
"I said speak up!" he shouted in a gruff voice, grabbing her upper arm through the leather of the Indian jacket she was wearing. He could smell the faint odors of femininity and perspiration that had accumulated on the brunette's alluring body while they were roughing it in the forest.
"Don't touch me, you filthy redskin," Barbara snapped at him, pulling her arm away from his grasping fingers.
At the same moment, Zingo's left hand swung in a short swift arc and swept flat-palmed across the brunette's pretty face.
"No more, baby. No more," the incensed Indian told her in a low threatening voice. Zingo had had about all he could take from this phony little bitch. She had better watch her step with him. He wasn't about to forget that she had willingly responded to him in almost the same way she had to Gig, and she wasn't going to pull this superior act on him now.
"Go ahead and beat me, you bastard," Barbara said with a break in her voice. "You bums are all alike. Any woman turns you on who acts like she would shit on you if she had the chance. You just can't wait to get your paws on that silly blonde bitch, and all because she goes on pretending she can't stand to get fucked. Well, I'll tell you a secret she loves it. She would like nothing better than to have you ram every inch of your big thick cock up into her hot little pussy. So how's she so different from me, I want to know?"
This was the chance Barbara had been waiting for and she played it to the hilt. If the idea hadn't occurred to Zingo before this, Barbara was sure he would now want to teach the snotty blonde bitch a lesson. And she would just love to help him take Karen Kelly down off her high horse.
Zingo seriously thought over what Barbara had been saying. The Indian wondered if it was true that the innocent young blonde secretly had the hots for him. The very thought made his penis tingle under the bath towel he was wearing around his loins.
"So you think the bitch really wants to fuck me, huh?" he asked Barbara.
"Sure. Listen, when I go in to take my shower, make your move. I can see that you really dig the idea, and if she doesn't really dig getting it, I'll eat. . . "
"You'll eat my cock, baby. How's that?"
Shrugging her shoulders as if it would be the easiest thing in the world, the brunette answered, "Why not? Now why don't you slip in there right now while blondie is in the shower, and take her clothes. Then she'll be forced to come out here with only a towel wrapped around her. It'll be like taking candy from a baby."
Zingo got up from the bed and silently stepped into the bathroom. A second later he backed out, carrying Karen's crumpled clothing which he stuffed into the bottom drawer of the dresser.
Then he threw himself back on the bed next to Barbara. Smiling grimly at Barbara who was sipping at her drink, Zingo could hardly wait to get into the tantalizing little blonde bitch who had shied away ever since Gig had taken her that first day. In the beginning Karen had seemed to like Zingo, but later she started to act as though the very thought of his touching her made her wrinkle up inside. Well, he would open up and iron out every little wrinkle in her warm little cunt.
Karen Kelly turned off the water and reached through the plastic curtains for the towel. Catching a glimpse of her bare arm in the mirror, she suddenly decided to fling back the curtains and dry her naked young body slowly. The young girl watched herself in the mirror as though she were seeing her own body for the first time.
Karen rubbed the rough-textured towel over her glistening white breasts, noticing that her pink soft nipples were standing out like rigid little flesh buttons from the warm sensations the sensuous shower had roused in her. Her hair was pulled up into the disposable white shower cap, outlining her pretty face like that of a madonna. As she leaned over to dry her long tapering legs and slender ankles, her breasts squeezed together teasingly and she surprisingly felt a gentle tingle up between her cream-white thighs where her downy blonde pubic triangle formed a damp tangle at the base of her belly. Although there was no outward sign that showed she was no longer an innocent unplumbed virgin, Karen somehow detected a slight difference in her appearance.
What is was she couldn't be sure, but it seemed to the young girl that it was somehow connected with her new found sensuality uncovered by the leader of the poaching gang, Gig Barker. Although the events of the past few days were totally confusing, the young blonde thought she was either falling in love with the veteran-turned-hunter or she was becoming a wanton slut and shamelessly enjoying the way it made her feel.
The excited blonde wished that Gig would return soon and take her again. She would love to have him make love to her on a real bed and not on the damp floor of a cave or out in the open, like yesterday.
When Karen was dry and rosy all over from the rubdown she had given her voluptuous body, she stepped delicately out of the bath to get dressed. But her clothes were nowhere in sight!
A sinking feeling chilled her stomach as Karen realized that either Zingo or Barbara must have come in and taken her clothes while she was showering. And that could mean only one thing. They wanted to further humiliate her by forcing her to come out of the bathroom naked. Taking both the huge terry cloth towels from the rack, the game warden deftly wrapped one around her waist like a sarong and the other around her ripely jutting breasts. Then, letting her blonde hair fall free from the shower cap, the young captive walked toward the bedroom to face the music.
Zingo and Barbara had heard the water stop running and they sat up on the bed in anxious anticipation of what the timid young blonde would do when she discovered her clothes were missing. Then, flashing Zingo a lewd sensual wink, Barbara got up from the bed and went to the door.
"Hurry up, Blondie. I've go to take a shower, too, you know," Barbara called out.
At that moment the young game warden stepped into the room. Not looking at either of them, Karen went to the bed farthest from the one where Zingo was and lay down, pretending to close her eyes and relax into a light sleep. She lay there breathing nervously, wondering what they were going to do to her. She knew they were capable of almost anything. She heard the bathroom door close, followed almost immediately by the sound of running water.
Cautiously Karen glanced over at Zingo on the other side of the room. The huge Indian was still there, sending her such looks of lustful hunger they made Karen's insides tremble. The blonde girl didn't know what she would do if Zingo tried to fuck her. Since he still had the key, escape was out of the question and in a motel as remote as this one she doubted that crying out would bring any help.
Suddenly Zingo stood up and loosened the towel around his waist, letting it fall in a heap on the floor below. The Indian's thick swollen penis stood up palpitating rigidly sending shivers of fear through the young girl's almost naked body. Slowly he walked around the foot of the bed across the room until he stood directly beside the blonde, his breath coming short pants as his dark mysterious eyes roved over Karen's lustily curved reclining body. Zingo's hand grasped the thickness of his anxiously hardened penis and slowly stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin up and down over the blood-engorged tip.
With his other hand, Zingo reached down and yanked away first one and then the second towel around Karen's body, thus exposing the cream-white nakedness of the girl's tremulous young figure to the mercy of his gaze. In vain defense, the long-legged blonde rolled over onto her belly and pushed away the hand already exploring the rounded contours of her firmly resilient white breasts.
If only Gig would walk in and save her from further degradation and humiliation, the young girl was thinking.
"What's the matter, honey, don't you like me to touch your tits?" Zingo growled harshly down at her. The hunter had intended to slowly arouse the little bitch to a pitch of desire-crazed passion before he fucked her, but now he was too angry. Ruthlessly the Indian jammed his finger down into the narrow crevice up between the girl's fearfully trembling thighs, forcing his way down into her hot clenched cuntal opening.
"No, please don't. I I can't take any more. Leave me alone!" the helpless blonde pleaded with him from the prone position on her stomach. Karen could feel his extended middle finger mercilessly, boring its way up into the unwillingly moistening mouth of her pussy.
Zingo chuckled beside her in sinister delight, at the same time slipping his finger up from her pussy over the tiny ridge of flesh separating her cuntal aperture from her anus, probing momentarily at the tightly puckered nether ring. If she didn't want him to fuck her in the cunt, he decided with cruel delight, he would give her a little surprise.
Moaning in fear and humiliation Karen knew it was beyond her power to stop him from doing what he wanted. The big Indian hunter could use her body for any purpose and he knew she was helpless to stop him. The blonde thought she had braced herself for anything, but when she felt his finger shove at the rear opening of her body nestled up in the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks, she just couldn't believe it.
Then she felt his hand move away, replaced suddenly by his lips kissing over her smoothly rounded buttocks, biting them here and there with sharp little nips of his teeth. The muscular hunter placed his knees on either side of her long tapering legs as he drew her quivering buttocks apart with the outward pressure of his thumbs. Karen moaned in humiliation as he stretched away her convulsively quaking ass-cheeks and pushed his flicking tongue up into the tight rubbery hole of her defenseless anus. More than ever she felt lewdly naked with the tall man hovering obscenely over the tiny puckering entrance to her rectum, and she was suddenly afraid she knew what he wanted to do.
Zingo forced his right knee between her shapely calves and, crawling up between her widely spread knees, held her soft tremulous thighs apart and rammed his outstretched middle finger up into her forbidden aperture, causing the young girl to jerk wildly from the sudden painful intrusion.
"Relax," he snarled in a threatening voice, "and spread your legs out wider."
Karen gasped, then moved her legs apart until they were almost at right angles with her body. The captive blonde was shaking in trepidation. feeling as though he were about to split her up the middle. Karen could feel the tip of his extended finger again worming around in the entrance of her defenselessly skewered rectum. Desperately she clenched the tiny puckered ring in a futile effort to stop the brutal penetration she sensed was imminent. Zingo probed for a moment longer on the outer edges of the small elastic circle, then shoved forward with a grunt, sinking his finger up to the first knuckle in her warm velvety passage.
The young blonde jerked forward at the unexpected thrust and groaned loudly as he sank the finger deeper into her painfully stretched anus. Mewls of protest escaped from the blonde's lips into the pillow as he drilled deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her futilely spasming rectum until she thought she would faint from the cruel probe. He began to move it around in the tight opening, in preparation for the greater entry to follow, slipping the finger in and out, stretching wider the small pursed nether opening.
The muscles of the young blonde's tautly clenched buttocks grew tired and, as she relaxed for a moment, a flicker of surprised pleasure passed over her face as the pain faded and a strange enjoyable sensation took its place. Karen further relaxed her body, experimentally wriggling her full naked hips back against his finger until she felt the added pressure of another finger being rammed in alongside the first. It hurt even more this time, and the young blonde pressed her face down into the pillow to muffle the sound of her agonized cry.
"Uggggghhh! It hurts, it hurts," she whined as tears of pain and humiliation began to dampen the pillow. But Zingo persisted, placing one hand in the small of her back as he pinned her to the mattress. Mercilessly he screwed both fingers up into her hotly spasming little anus, cruelly digging in, twisting and turning his fingers to further expand the narrow rubbery passage.
Again Karen registered disbelief followed by a body-flushing joy as the pain in her obscenely impaled anus receded as she impossibly became accustomed to the unnatural invasion. The lewdly humiliated blonde blinked her blue eyes in naive wonder that it could feel so good that it could send such wild thrills of perverse pleasure shooting through her newly initiated loins. Up behind her, the Indian hunter continued to fuck his two fingers in and out of the girl's wide-stretched rectum while she began to pant heavily and mewl in debased pleasure.
Suddenly Zingo pulled his fingers out of the tightly clenched passage, the pink inner flesh clinging to them as if reluctant to let him go. His hands grasped her almost imperceptibly back-grinding hips and tugged insistently.
"Get up on your knees," he commanded her, eager to complete the degrading subjugation of the beautiful blonde game warden.
A tremor of fear passed through the young girl's body, but he resolutely lifted Karen up until she was positioned before him on her knees, her tautly molded white buttocks offered up to him in helpless sacrifice. Again his extended wet tongue licked at the tiny dilated rear entrance to her body, moistening it for the greater entry of his growing thick cock now brushing impatiently up against the back of her shivering white thighs.
Feeling cool air rush over her nakedly exposed anus as he removed his tongue from its lewd probing, Karen held her breath and waited fearfully while he shifted position between her thighs. Then the velvety hot tip of Zingo's rigidly distended penis began slowly making its way up between the girl's quivering ass-cheeks, nudging its way up into the tight hot little crevice of her cringing anus. Surprisingly, the warm throbbing presence up between her widespread buttocks tantalized Karen's loins into unexpected pleasure. However, anxiously biting her lower lip, the helpless blonde braced herself against the inevitable pain and waited for it to happen.
The soft probing up between her trembling ass-cheeks grew into a hard irresistible pressure against the tightly contracting ring of her anus.
"Ohhhhh! God, wait!" Karen begged in a soul-rending moan as she felt her rubbery anal aperture suddenly give way before the unrelenting forward pressure of the Indian's lust-bloated cock as the tip popped inside with a cruelly relentless rush. A spasm of pain shot through her, so unbearable that Karen twisted and groaned again and again, her nakedly squirming buttocks undulating fitfully in a futile effort to escape the cruel impalement.
But the girl's vain attempts to shake off the strong muscular man only wedged his massively thickened penis more securely up in her tortured rectal channel, exciting Zingo even more as he gritted his teeth up behind her from the excruciating tightness of her hotly clamping anus. Holding her hips solidly in place the big hunter pushed forward still deeper into the blonde's forever defiled opening.
The bathroom door opened and Barbara rushed into the room, having heard the groans of her hopelessly pierced rival.
"That's it, Zingo," she urged him on from the edge of the bed, her eyes leering in obscene delight at the sight of the muscular Indian inserting his thickly burgeoning cock in the young blonde's flaring reluctant rectum. This was even better than Barbara had expected, and she sat down to observe with relish what was happening only inches from her face. She had not bothered to dress after finishing her shower and her full naked breasts inadvertently brushed up against Karen's quivering flank.
"Fuck her in the ass, baby," Barbara encouraged her latest lover.
"It It's a beautiful tight little ass-hole," Zingo spluttered through clenched teeth, at the same moment forcing his hard throbbing cock another agonizing inch up into Karen's wildly jerking anus.
The tortured young blonde could hardly think everything was the hotly searing pain of the incredible pole-like intrusion spearing up into her virginal nether hole.
But the Indian hovering up behind her ignored her pleas of protest, driving mercilessly forward in his savagely lustful attack. His voice had become deep and gravelly as the crazy sensations of rampant desire swirled in his semen-laden testicles dangling beneath.
"Shove back, you little bitch!" he growled. "Shove your ass back onto my cock!"
With a deliberate, body-racking effort, the hopelessly pinned young blonde pushed back toward her obscene violator in unthinking obedience. She felt Zingo's hands leave her hips and squeeze her feverishly trembling belly, pulling her back against him with all his strength. His hard fleshy rod surging forward up into her, pushing the soft hot flesh of her spasming rectal walls aside in great waves of heat.
Suddenly his loins smacked heavily into the wriggling rounded smoothness of her up-thrust buttocks. He was buried in her up to the hilt now, hopelessly skewering her lewdly penetrated anus on the cruel thickness of his hotly pulsating cock.
Karen fought the unremitting intrusion in wild desperation, feeling his lust-driven cock-shaft throbbing and expanding inside her as she unconsciously gave him greater pleasure with her feeble movement of protest. Then her strength to struggle was drained and with a final moan of anguished surrender to the depraved impalement, her quivering white buttocks relaxed completely and she knelt submissively before him, fastened to his stone-hard cock like an insect pinned in a display case.
Beside the lewdly connected couple on the bed, the brown-haired Barbara gazed with feverishly burning eyes as the long thick rod of moisture-slickened cock-flesh disappeared up into the widely expanded pink ring of the blonde's tender anus, her own loins aching deliciously in vicarious pleasure. Zingo was panting hoarsely up behind Karen, slowly beginning to pump rhythmically in and out in longer and longer strokes up into the soft depths of her unnaturally violated rectum, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips.
The young blonde had never felt so soiled and debauched in her entire life. Her whole being was filled to the brim with the thickly embedded shaft lunging ceaselessly up into her in long smooth strokes. Now she could feel his cum-bloated testicles dangling up against the moistening mouth of her palpitating vaginal lips, her clitoris quivering excitedly as she felt the first unexpected thrills of pleasure running through her loins in spite of the lingering pain. To her amazement Karen found that when she moved, the pain began to fade even more and become not only bearable, but actually strangely exciting. Within moments she found herself voluntarily thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscenely stroking hardness opening her ravaged rectum wider and wider with each shove up into her now responding belly.
As the young blonde in front of him began to undulate her widely stretched buttocks against him in tight little circles, waving her rounded white ass-cheeks back at him with salaciously provocative motions, Zingo Beatty groaned and thrust harder up into the rubber glove-like tight tunnel. His eyes locked on the tender inflamed ridges of clasping flesh that sucked out after his throbbing cock each time he withdrew from the narrow confines of her widening anus. Over and over he pounded into her, sinking his thick throbbing penis up to the hilt, grunting like a wild man up behind her with each slamming thrust into her wantonly quivering, bucking ass-cheeks.
Sweat was beading on Karen's forehead as she groaned back on the skewering hot cock like a female demon, writhing and churning her sensually awakened body beneath him.
"Ohhhh, fuck it, fuck it," she whispered hoarsely back at him. Then, a little louder and bolder, "Fuck me in the ass, ohhhh! Fuck me!"
The unexpected obscenities fluting from her lips added to Zingo's rising passion, and to tease the young woman now completely subjugated before his rocking pelvis, he pulled his deeply embedded cock out of her almost to the flaring tip and watched with a lewd glint in his eyes as she frantically squirmed back on its rigid length as far as she could go, erotically flattening her full firm buttocks up against his hard stomach. As Karen ground obscenely back into his loins, he felt Barbara's hands come into contact with his strongly clenched buttocks as she tried to pull him over onto his side.
"Come on, Zingo, I want to get into it too. Turn her over," the wide-eyed young brunette pleaded. One of Barbara's hands flitted back down over her heaving ripe breasts, burying itself in the soft brown curls up between her thighs, in an attempt to quench the hungering need that had built up in her agonized pussy from watching the lewdly fucking pair on the bed.
Finally it dawned on Zingo what she wanted, so he locked his arms still tighter around Karen's middle, and with one motion he flipped over on his back with his swollen, lust-distended cock still firmly glued up inside the blonde's widely stretched anus.
Karen's legs kicked wildly in the air from the new pressure the change in position caused in her cock-filled rectum, her white-skinned inner thighs falling wide apart to reveal the pink wet folds of her pussy to the other girl's avidly staring eyes. The young blonde game warden couldn't believe it as she looked down between the twin mounds of her up-thrust quivering breasts and saw Barbara crawling up onto the foot of the bed, unable to stop looking into the openly spread cunt offered mercilessly up for her to use as she wished. Aghast at the perverted implications of that look, Karen watched in horror as the other girl placed her flat palms against the tender smoothness of Karen's inner thighs and lowered her head closer and closer over the young blonde's up-thrust vaginal furrow.
Zingo watched too with obscene delight over Karen's shoulder, slipping his rough hands up to cup her full jutting breasts and squeeze them greedily. The brunette kneeling up between the blonde's open thighs parted her lips and thrust her moistly searching tongue as far out as it would go, slowly lowering her head to lay her tongue wetly in the expanded pink folds of the victimized girl's pussy.
The hot soft contact with the end of her tautly quivering clitoral mound sent shivers of raw desire coursing through Karen's body and she moaned in both delight and humiliation as she responded uncontrollably by bucking her loins up tighter against Barbara's mouth and locking her ankles behind the brunette's shoulders. Karen had never felt so depraved in her whole life, but unaccountably she was loving it, thrusting upward to force Barbara's hot tongue deeper and deeper into the narrow confines of her lust-drenched pussy.
"Ohhh, God! I can't stand it!" Karen moaned out as she felt Zingo begin once more pumping into her rectum from beneath, matching the endlessly laving rhythm of Barbara's darting tongue in her cunt. She felt as though her mind had been struck by a comet and was sailing off into outer space, burning with passion, leaving a glowing trail of delight in its path.
Zingo was fucking rapidly up into the quivering softness of her down-pressing buttocks now, knowing he was on the very edge of cumming into the warm tight tunnel between her ass-cheeks, and he kept groaning out streams of obscenities into the ears of the wildly thrashing blonde. From time to time he felt Barbara's tongue slip wetly down the full length of Karen's vaginal valley and lick hotly at his lust-slickened cock and heavy balls below. The Indian had never felt such ecstasy in his whole life, and he bumped up into his willing captive from below with such force that it threatened to bruise Barbara's lips clinging moistly to Karen's moistly open cunt above.
Their animal-like groans mingled lewdly together in the room as the three of them fucked and sucked on and on, and then suddenly the door of the motel room flew open and, glancing sideways from the bed, Zingo saw that Gig Barker had returned sooner than expected. At first the Indian had a sinking fear that Gig would want to break up the party, but he was reassured when the leader of the poaching gang stared wide-eyed at the depravedly writhing trio.
In the split second that it took for Gig to take in the scene, all sorts of wild thoughts ran through his head, but soon he smiled obscenely and began to loosen his belt. This would be a perfect ending to a perfect day. He had just received almost twice as much cash as he had expected for the sides of venison he had delivered to the black market dealer, and he intended to keep the surplus for himself. He had been wondering what he could do in celebration without tipping the others off, but now that was settled for him. They had begun without him and now, as he removed his jockey shorts and stood stark naked near the wildly writhing heap of naked flesh on the bed, his fully erect cock throbbed and jerked with sheer sensual anticipation.
At first he tried to pull the wildly licking Barbara from between the young blonde's lewdly outflung thighs, but when she held on with her hands digging into Karen's clenching and unclenching buttocks and the game warden helped to hold her in place by locking her heels even tighter than before around the brunette's shoulders, he got another idea.
Barbara was kneeling right at the edge of the bed as she thrust her tongue again and again into Karen's receptively flowering cunt, and Gig moved around behind her swaying white buttocks, spreading them with his thumbs to expose to his gaze her pink puckered anus and the hair-lined valley of her vagina beneath. He hesitated a moment, wondering which orifice he most wanted to penetrate with his throbbing aching cock, and then he lodged the bulbous tip up against the smaller anal opening. He had never fucked Barbara in the ass the whole time he had known her, he was thinking, and besides it might teach her a lesson about resisting him in his desire to fuck the blonde game warden.
The long-haired brunette felt the broad head of Gig's peremptorily prodding shaft pressing hotly against her cringing anus and she paused with her tongue as she waited for the impending intrusion into her previously untried anus. She looked down at Zingo's glistening shaft slipping rapidly in and out between the blonde's squirming buttocks, imagining what it would feel like, and then she felt the first hard push into her own automatically tightening rectal ring. Barbara groaned out loud into the warm pussy-moistness directly under her mouth as she experienced the unexpected sharp pain and then mewled in a higher pitched voice as the blood-engorged head entered with a sudden pop inside the elastic nether rim.
Gig gritted his teeth from the excruciating tightness of the fleshy anal band clasping around his throbbing cock, but he shoved forward in spite of the maddening pain until he slapped his muscular stomach up against Barbara's widely spread ass-cheeks. Without waiting for her to become accustomed to the unprecedented thickness, he began to stroke into her with long lurching thrusts, bumping her chin into Karen's wetly hungering loins with each lunge.
The insatiable young Barbara adjusted almost immediately to this thick sodomizing presence and began squirming back with all her might, at the same time covering Karen's pubic mouth with lasciviously probing kisses, nipping with her teeth at the game warden's palpitating cuntal lips.
Suddenly Zingo felt his balls about to explode and he rammed his cock harder and harder up into the blonde's back-thrusting ass-cheeks, hot streams of semen boiling up from his testicles to spurt endlessly into her tightly caressing anal canal. The Indian groaned as if he were dying from the force of his snowballing orgasm, muttering incomprehensible obscenities in a growling voice while his eyes remained fixed on all that was going on above him. He derived even more lewd satisfaction from his jerking, cumming penis as he pictured himself an actor in a pornographic movie.
The dazed Karen felt the river of cum filling her newly initiated rectal passage with wet heat as she bucked her burning hot pussy wildly against Barbara's insanely licking tongue now buried to the hilt in her throbbing vagina. Then she too was cumming, her cuntal juices flooding out into Barbara's open mouth, soaking her chin and dripping down over Zingo's pulsing balls below.
"Ohhhh, God. Oohhnh! I'm cumming, darlings! I'm cuuummming!" Karen moaned whorishly as she bucked and twisted like a wild woman in between her two abandoned partners in sex. It felt as though her body were flying into a thousand pieces, the mind-blowing waves of her orgasm wrenching her body in all directions, her long blonde hair whipping back and forth over Zingo's face behind her as her head jerked uncontrollably from side to side.
Sucking at Karen's repeatedly thrusting wet loins, her moist tongue flipping back and forth over her eagerly distended clitoris, Barbara could not resist reaching back between her own legs to finger-fuck herself. She was at the brink of cumming when she felt Gig Barker give a hoarse groan, pulling her buttock-cheeks wider apart with his hands as he drove into her softly yielding anus with a hard vicious smack.
Gig held her back against him, feeling her inner muscles washboarding over his expanded thick cock, and then when his hot white sperm began to rush up the throbbing length of his exploding cock-shaft, he pulled back and fucked into the vise-like pink anus for dear life, buffeting Barbara forward with each dementedly plunging stroke.
The lust-possessed brunette felt the gush of hot cum ricocheting through her spasmodically quivering anus while at the same ecstatic moment she trembled violently as her body rocked with the force of her own orgasm, the hot fluids from her convulsing cunt seeping down over her hand massaging her stiff throbbing clitoris. She waved her naked buttocks salaciously back against the pounding thrusts, wanting Gig to shoot his heatedly filling load of cum into her needing belly forever. She felt the soaking wetness escaping out around his gradually deflating penis to seep lewdly down her ass-crevice, a lovely feeling of being filled to the brim causing her to buck happily back against him once more and hold him tightly inside her throbbing anus.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Gig Barker groaned with exhaustion and collapsed away from her, his shrinking cock slipping wetly out of her expanded anus, followed by a thick stream of sticky white semen that trickled from the opening like foam. For a long moment, Barbara remained as she was, her wildly swaying buttocks waving in the air and her hand clasping at her wetly palpitating cunt, and then she let her knees slide down over the bedspread until she lay flat on the mattress, her lips nibbling lightly at Karen's softly pulsing pussy-lips.
There came a sudden rush of cool air washing over Karen's steaming moist loins as Barbara finally moved her face to one side, and then Zingo's limp and now useless penis slipped out of her, leaving a dull throbbing in her forever expanded anus. It felt as though the long thick cock were still buried in her up to the hilt, and she wondered vaguely if the feeling would ever leave her now. Certainly, she thought, she would always retain the memory of that body-encompassing orgasm far beyond anything she, as a naive minister's daughter, had ever believed possible.
Karen lay there spread-eagled among the tangled mass of naked bodies, her mind wandering aimlessly over the incredible events of the last few days. She had certainly come a long way as far as what her body could do and what she wanted done to it. Never would she have thought that she could have this satisfied, peaceful feeling spreading over her limbs like a soothing balm. Though the young girl seemed to ache in every inch of her firm shapely form, she had never felt better in her life.
As Karen felt the others touching her at random, their chests heaving still from the exertions they had just made in the interests of lust, it suddenly dawned on her that she felt more kinship and closeness with them than she had ever had before with anyone else in the world. She smiled to herself and then gradually a low husky laugh broke free from deep down in her throat as a stray image entered her brain.
She felt like goldilocks and the other three were the loveable bears of the fairy tale, resting with her after eating all the soup. The thought entered Karen's mind that she should change her whole attitude toward the three poachers and persuade them to let her remain with them. The young blonde could never be the same after her experiences and she would have a hard time explaining her dereliction of her duty as game warden, so why not stay here where she was obviously wanted and appreciated.
Soon the whole bed was shaking with her uncontrollable laughter of unbounded joy as Karen felt unknown hands begin to stroke her naked flesh at various places, bringing her spent loins slowly to life once more.
It looked as though it would be a long delicious night and Karen Kelly rolled her body toward the anonymous hand delving into her wet vagina in warm, heartfelt welcome.
