Posted by hisdinner on July 19, 2005 at 12:57:42:
7-19-05
The Best Seats in the House
The Treestand
"You're right. The view from here is perfect." Sally settled her lovely bottom onto a cushion she'd carried up the rickety ladder with no small effort.
"I thought you'd appreciate it." Gary shifted his drink from hand to drink holder.
"It must be twenty feet up, here?"
"About thirty."
"So when does the show begin?" She dangled her legs off the edge of the wooden platform.
Gary smiled. Far as he was concerned, the show had started when he'd followed Sally up the crude ladder, watching the fine firm globes of her twenty-one year old ass shift and jiggle. Not to mention the sight of the girl they'd left tied out in the clearing below.
"They usually come around a little before dusk, following the deer."
Sally sat up straighter.
"Deer? Oh boy, Gary, I just love deer! You didn't tell me!" Sally threw her arms around Gary and kissed him, then spun away. She jumped up and did a quick circle on the small platform, determined not to miss a thing.
"Well, baby, the deer might be a little put off by the smell of… that." Gary canted his head toward the small shape tethered below them.
"Because of the blood?" Gary could hear the disappointment in Sally's voice.
"Yeah, might not see Bambi tonight, honey." Gary thought that Angie made a pretty good bambi, anyway.
"See how she's squirming? I think the drug's about worn off." The sunlight slanted at a nearly horizontal angle. Gary figured it was almost time.
Down below, a nude girl lay trussed to a fallen log. Her arms and legs were splayed out in a crude X. She was slim, with long blond hair that had become tangled in the bark. Her face hung down, hidden from view, but they could hear her moaning. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the log, a massive redwood that lay nearly parallel to the ground. The trunk had fallen across a grouping of boulders, leaving a crawl space behind the bound girl, just large enough for Sally. Gary had sent her wiggling back and forth with the ropes as he'd bound the unconscious Angie to her resting place, just a scant half hour ago.
"You did a good job with those ropes, honey. See?"
Angie's head swayed back and forth and then it tilted upward, revealing that pixie nose that had so captivated Gary three nights ago outside the Sonic.
The Sonic drive-in –what a find! Gary had picked up Sally there about two weeks ago, and they'd spied little Angie there just three nights back. Gary winced and rubbed the small of his back.
"You girls about broke ME," he whispered, "Hey, a man my age needs to pace himself."
Sally giggled and slipped into Gary's lap for a little fondling and kissing. All she knew was that for a forty something guy, he was some kind of tiger, alright. Their two weeks together had been nonstop fun. Sally loved to get tied up, fucked hard, and knocked around, and Gary was the prince of pain, he'd told her so, and then he'd lived up to every claim. When he'd used her twice every possible way and battered her unconscious to boot, they decided that maybe she should sit things out awhile; maybe she should switch to his side of the game. They'd started hunting for her replacement, "a stand-in punching bag," is how Gary put it. Sally had agreed, as long as she got in on the fun.
"Look, Gary, she's pulling really hard on all the ropes and they're hardly budging!" Sally picked up her binoculars and focused in on the struggling girl.
Gary was fiddling with the zoom on his video cam. When the action started, he didn't want to miss a thing. He grinned at Sally. This is one vicious little girl!
"Yeah, baby—I'm on that. Mm, yeah. Those tits are dancing!" They shared a quiet laugh. They wouldn't want to spook potential visitors.
Down below, Angie Carter, nineteen last Wednesday, drew in a ragged breath and stopped tugging on her bonds for a moment. She didn't remember being outside. They must have drugged her again? She peered around the clearing. Trees and more trees, she didn't even see the cabin where she'd spent the last--two days? Three? Angie's left eye was blackened and swollen, and her lower lip was swollen too, past that bee stung look that was sexy. She raised her head. What was that? She heard a faint sound—it that horrible girl's laughter, she thought.
The first time Angie heard her, she'd been thinking of hitching a ride outside the Sonic. The girl, Sally—that was it, Sally, she'd started talking to Angie, and pretty soon Angie was riding in their SUV, drinking rum and Coke. She moaned, remembering. They must have drugged the Coke. The next thing Angie knew, her face was pressed hard into the carpet on the floor of the SUV and Gary was raping her. He had pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees and he was pounding into her, he slammed his fist into her side every once in awhile and slapped her head when she started to scream.
"Here, I'll give you something to scream about," he said, pulling himself out of her and then ramming in again, this time into her backside. Angie remembered screaming as he drove himself deep into her ass. She thought maybe she'd passed out.
When she came to again, they were in a cabin in the woods somewhere. All Angie could see from the dirty window were trees and looming mountains. She hadn't heard a car or other voices for days. And all she knew were fists and teeth and knives and pain. Angie bit her lip, cried out and let go of it, and timidly glanced down at her naked body.
Her shoulders ached, as much from the welts on her back, chafing against the tree bark, as from the tight bonds. She felt her hands going numb. Her breasts, generous and full were striped with purple bruises and welts and crusted lines of blood where Gary's lash had bitten too deep. Her belly bore similar striping and some dull, formless bruises where his fists had pounded. Her thighs were relatively unadorned, but Angie felt the welts that covered the backsides, now pressed tight against the log.
What made her gasp was the sight of her pubic mound. They'd shaved it! Angie felt the air play over her there, an unusual feeling, being so bare. And that monster, or probably his giggling little girlfriend had cut a big arrow into her there, pointing down into her slit. The blood still seeped from it. Angie shuddered. He'd bit her, too. Fresh round bite marks made a semi-circle over her pubis and on each inner thigh as well. But the worst of it--the worst of all, was the gash on her upper thigh, inside her leg, slowly leaking blood. Had he nicked the femoral artery? Surely not, Angie reasoned, with what was left of her faculties. If he'd cut that major vessel, she'd have bled out while she hung here, unconscious.
And then the brush at the edge of the clearing parted, and Angie wished he'd done a better job.
Up in the tree stand, Sally nudged Gary, and pointed to the movement in the brush.
"Right on time," Gary bared his teeth and turned on the camera.
"Oh god, this is so cool!" Sally whispered. Gary shushed her.
And the wolves advanced.
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Last Winter: The Cabin, the First Time…
This summer had been a lean one for the pack. A fire last year had decimated the population of hares and other creatures that lived in the woods. The pack had ranged far outside their regular territory until, one day last winter, they'd come across an unexpected scent that had got them snarling and rolling in the crusty snow, on fire with ravening hunger. Blood.
There was no mistaking the scent of it, and it drew the pack near the man's cabin. Their hunger won out over their fear of the smoke billowing out the man's chimney. They circled the clearing, keeping their snouts just behind the thick brush that ringed the man's domain. Their leader sniffed the air and stomped his feet but held his ground. The pack waited and the blood scent grew until the wolves' hides rippled in suppressed urgency. They smelled the scent of food, fresh and strong. A young wolf at the back of the back let out one plaintive howl. A grizzled male bit his ear and sent him tumbling to the back of the pack once more. At the front, their leader jumped back a foot as the cabin door was flung wide open and a red and white apparition flew out, tumbled off the porch and rolled, screaming, in the hard-packed snow.
It was a girl, feet bare, a shredded white slip barely clinging to her hips. Her belly had been slashed and blood seeped out, and a red wave of it clung to her belly as she howled and rolled in the snow. Pink streaks appeared where her legs flailed; they'd been cut, too.
In the darkness of the cabin, Gary sat up, shaking his head, dizzy from the grazing blow his little doe had struck on him. "Shit!" He mumbled, disoriented. He must have forgotten to tie her up before he fell asleep. Gary prodded at the lump forming on the back of his head and cursed her. Her time was up, yeah. Enough's enough. He winced and got to his feet. It was then he noticed the inrushing cold and the waning light made luminescent by the snow. And the sound of yips and screams and wet flesh being torn apart.
He'd crept to the doorway, hidden himself to one side and watched as the starving wolf pack closed in on the wounded girl. He hadn't seen the initial pounce and what he saw now was a ballet of nature, a blood ballet, as the beautiful animals made a quick meal of his latest girl. Gary sat back in the shadows, watching the wolves rip out the girls' belly and feast on the soft contents of her gut. They tore great chunks of flesh from her thighs and arms, her breasts were torn completely off. Gary was mesmerized. He watched the largest of them growl and gulp down many pounds of meat before the stragglers were allowed to feed.
After a time, there was only a red stain and scattered bones around. Gary sat in his warm cabin, scheming. He'd been wondering how to cover up his fun. Now nature had provided.
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The Tree Stand
Eight months had passed, and the wolves had learned more each time they'd returned. Despite their natural aversion to the smell of gasoline and the crack of gunfire, they'd crept back to this human enclave because it was so rich in food. Five times they'd feasted here. The pack leader and his sentries had noted the man from the very first, when hunger had driven them to rush in and fill their bellies despite the risks that made their nerves jump. Over time, they'd learned that this man would not disturb their kill. They didn't stop to ruminate on it; wolves do not reason matters of the blood so deeply.
They feast. The pack homed in Angie's scent and they growled at the sight of her, pinned to that log, standing upright, her belly bowed out, echoing the curve of the giant log. Three wolves darted in and leapt at her as others circled a respectful distance away. Angie screamed as a silver and tan wolf's teeth met with her belly, opening a gash that poured rich red blood onto the grass below. A darker cousin nuzzled the arrow slashed into Angie's mound and lapped at the fresh blood dripping from her thigh. He growled and twisted his head back to snap at the third wolf, establishing his supremacy.
And then the dark wolf opened his jaws and sank them deep into Angie's bare-shaved mound. He jerked his head from side to side, teeth sinking deeper, and yanked away a bloody mouthful of her most tender flesh. He gulped it down and sank his teeth into her soft upper thighs and then deeper and deeper into her sex. His brothers feasted on the hot entrails steaming as they pulled them out and gulped them down. Three other wolves edged in around the writhing, weak and dying girl. One tore at her calves, while another, with a mighty leap, mounted the log and bore down on her neck. Angie's cries were stopped as his jaws closed upon her throat.
"Did you see that?" Sally's hands and mouth were busy, sucking Gary's cock as he continued filming. "That wolf jumped six feet straight up!"
"Yeah! And look at how much trouble they're having getting her apart. This log really slows them down –makes for a better show." Gary moaned a little as Sally helped him right over the edge.
"God you just about drowned me, Gary. Hee hee!" Sally licked her lips and leaned back up so that she had a better view.
Down below, the mass of red and bone that had been Angie slipped off the tree and onto the ground. One of the rope ties strung over the top of the log held a hand, the wrist tendons sprouting out of it. The wolves had broken the rest of Angie free of her bonds and settled down to enjoy the rest of their feast.
The light was almost gone when the wolves circled the bloody tangle of crunched bone and began to trot away. The last to leave was the leader. He stood with his back to the kill and turned his eyes up until Gary could have sworn that wolf was staring right at him. The wolf lifted a back leg, and a hot stream of urine soaked the ground around the girl.
"What's he doing that for?" Sally whispered. She thought that wolf was so hot.
Gary zipped his fly and eyed his little squeeze.
"Marking his territory." He winked. "Come here."