2025-09-26, 04:51 PM
The three of them had her surrounded, trapped before the big sequoia trunk.
"Nush-ee, nush-ee." The large one seemed to be speaking, its hairy right arm extended as if pointing to her.
"Nush-ee," the dark tan one repeated as it stealthily approached the cringing young woman. As sweat trickled under her shorts into her crotch, Beth felt the rough tree bark through her thin white cotton blouse.
The smallest one was screeching, but remained several yards away, wary of the slim white female with the strange body coverings.
The big one rushed her and grasped both her arms in a vice-like grip. It pulled her to its shaggy bosom in a fierce embrace, her face pressed into a filthy mat of fetid fur.
"Oh, shit," Beth murmured, as her glasses fell off, rendering her surroundings a hazy fuzz.
From behind, she felt paws - or were they hands - grasping her hips below where her blouse had pulled out from her sweat-soaked tan khaki shorts. Finger-like nails (claws?) raked her bare skin as the two beasts tugged at her perspiring, pinioned body.
"Nush-ee, nush-ee," the light-haired one cried again, pulling on Beth, even as the large one tugged Beth forward, her nostrils mashed into the stifling stench of its muscled chest. She felt herself losing ... losing ... losing ...
... she regained consciousness draped high over the giant's broad shoulder, her body secured by a mitten of fur firm upon her khaki-covered bottom. The two companions strode closely behind, the tan one furtively pawing at Beth's back and sides as she was trundled of to ... God only knew.
As her body jostled athwart the giant's shoulder, Beth recalled events leading up to this ... predicament...
... a shortcut, that's what she'd hoped to gain when she left Salmon for Warm Lake. The Idaho towns were 85 miles apart as the crow flys, but the Route 75 - Dogwood Road drive, more than 145 miles - always seemed to take forever. So, against her cousin Bobbi's advice, Beth had aimed her Blazer at the National Forest east-west Middle Trail, having noted its twists and turns on her map.
"Don't do it Beth," Bobbi had warned. "It's already 2 o'clock and you'll have a hard time making it before dusk."
"Hey, Bobbi," she'd replied, "I know this is your territory, but I can follow a map, and I say I can do it in less than two hours. Don't worry. I'll phone you when I reach Warm Lake," she assured her favorite cousin, and she departed for her sister's place, west, near the Salmon River.
But she misread the map after all, and lost control of the Blazer on a downhill, left the dirt road, sideswiped a small pine and crashed into a fallen log. She managed to restart the vehicle, but it stalled going up the slope and she wasn't able to get the motor to turn over again. She was hiking to what the map showed was an exit trail when `they' emerged from a thicket.
A jogger, trim and fit, Beth ran up the trail and through the brush, dodging tree trunks for about a quarter mile before the big one cut her off and, terrified, she found herself surrounded by the three of them, although the smallest kept its distance.
"Sasquatch! But no," Beth thought, "that's Vancouver - up north! There's no Bigfoot here!"
But what else could they be? They fit the descriptions she'd heard from friends back in Seattle and the literature also seemed to confirm them as sasquatch, American apes. s. The biggest one was at least seven and-a-half feet tall, maybe 450 pounds. It bore the general mass of an ape, with thick, brown, matted hair, but it had an amazingly human- like face, not the Neanderthalish low brow and sloping forehead that "sighters" reported. No, these creatures had rather smooth tan faces framed by short dark or light brown hair, with dark eyes and eyelashes, and defined chins and cheekbones. And their brows, mouths, lips and teeth seemed capable of expressing - and articulating - a range of human- like emotions. (Were they using language?)
... she was carried, like a duffel bag, for what seemed like miles, deep into the forest. The sun got dimmer as they moved into dense foliage. Beth's temples ached as the blood pounded in her drooping head, the creature's arm bearing her 110 pounds as easily as a small child.
On down an incline they trudged, through poplar, oak and sequoia. The tree trunks were now larger as they moved into ancient woods.
Suddenly, the tan creature with the drooping teats - which Beth presumed was a jealous mate - grasped the waistband of her shorts and pulled, ripping the seam and baring Beth's pale blue-panties.
"Oh!" Beth shrieked, as the cool late afternoon breeze lightly kissed her sweaty bare back and her brief underpants wedged in her damp anal cleft.
Before the she-creature could continue her assault, Beth's carrier whirled and dropped the female with a left- armed blow to the side of her head. Stunned, the she- creature slowly rose and trudged off into the brush.
Beth was carried onward into the darkening forest. She sensed the female and the little one were following nearby, as branches cracked and leaves crackled. Draped over the big man-ape, about all she saw were unfocused views of the leafy ground and blurry tree trunks as she bobbed across the big creature's furry shoulder.
As small branches and vines brushed and scraped her face and shoulders, Beth hoped to awaken from a dream. Here she was, a 25-year-old single woman with a master's in history, employed two years by the Snohomish County Board of Education, looking forward to a whole two weeks of adventure and fun visiting relatives in the "country." And, well it was just impossible that she was now being kidnapped by Bigfoot! Right? (Right)
As darkness descended, they reached a large rock ledge, an overhang, topped by small trees, drooping vines and brush and sequestered amid many giant pines and firs. The big sasquatch carried Beth into the cave, followed by his two "family" members. The entrance to the shelter was about 10 feet high, leading back into a chamber that narrowed to a height of about seven feet, causing the big male to stoop low with his human cargo.
He deposited Beth upon a straw-covered rock floor. Then, inexplicably, the creature ambled back toward the entrance and departed the cave. The daylight had vanished, but, surprisingly, on the stone floor halfway back into the cave a small flame burned inside what appeared to be a crude clay lamp. A full moon also afforded additional light, for which a near-sighted girl could be thankful.
Feeling some relief, but apprehensive about the female's presence, Beth rolled onto her side and eased her weary head onto the long tufts of dried grass. Her temples still ached and she was thirsty. And exhausted.
Seizing the opportunity to punish the object of her mate's attention, the female sasquatch slinked silently on all fours up to Beth, where the creature sniffed Beth's armpit and crotch. Heart racing, Beth began to rise, to run for it, when the female grabbed Beth's short brown hair in one stubby hand and grasped her blouse lapel with the other.
"Ri-i-i-p-p" tore the buttons of the light blouse in the she-creature's grasp, baring Beth's Olga Elegant Twist bra- covered breasts and midriff.
Beth screamed at this fresh assault, as her flimsy bra cups were violently torn from her small, heaving breasts. Her pink nipples quivering upon her jiggling breasts, Beth cowered as the ape-woman pursued her, grabbing and twisting Beth's exposed right tit and seizing the shreds of her ripped shorts. The khakis easily came away from Beth's heaving belly, and the frenzied female pulled the tattered cloth down and off Beth's slim thrashing thighs and calfs, leaving her clad only in her brief pale blue panties, sweat socks and low cut hiking shoes.
Beth briefly broke the female's grip and began running for the cave entrance, but the quick sasquatch snagged her her waistband and pulled it down, baring Beth's firm milky white buttocks. Then Beth tripped over her panties as they were wrenched down to her knees. Off her ankles Beth's panties were stripped, exposing her virginal peach-soft pudenda to the excited she-ape's gaze. Beth felt an involuntary release of warm urine trickle down her thigh.
The female creature, perspiring and exuding a nauseating fecal odor, pounced on Beth, knocking the terrified young woman backward onto the cave floor. As Beth's legs spread in a reflexive effort to brace her fall, the female Bigfoot dove face-first onto Beth, thrusting drooling lips upon Beth's bared wet pussy and inserting a salivating tongue between Beth's moist labia.
"Agh-gh-ee-ee!," Beth screamed, as her pink vaginal lips were pried apart by the she-creature's strong grimy hands. As the sub-human's hot, dripping tongue entered her, Beth tried to roll onto her belly to escape the onslaught. But the she-ape, in a sexual frenzy, pinned Beth on her stomach and, enraged, brutally clawed, squeezed and kneaded Beth's bared, quivering buttocks. As Beth wriggled under the 300- pound beast, the creature parted Beth's hairless cheeks and drove a rigid finger into the slim woman's exposed anus.
"Ye-ow!"
"Nush-ee, nush-ee." The large one seemed to be speaking, its hairy right arm extended as if pointing to her.
"Nush-ee," the dark tan one repeated as it stealthily approached the cringing young woman. As sweat trickled under her shorts into her crotch, Beth felt the rough tree bark through her thin white cotton blouse.
The smallest one was screeching, but remained several yards away, wary of the slim white female with the strange body coverings.
The big one rushed her and grasped both her arms in a vice-like grip. It pulled her to its shaggy bosom in a fierce embrace, her face pressed into a filthy mat of fetid fur.
"Oh, shit," Beth murmured, as her glasses fell off, rendering her surroundings a hazy fuzz.
From behind, she felt paws - or were they hands - grasping her hips below where her blouse had pulled out from her sweat-soaked tan khaki shorts. Finger-like nails (claws?) raked her bare skin as the two beasts tugged at her perspiring, pinioned body.
"Nush-ee, nush-ee," the light-haired one cried again, pulling on Beth, even as the large one tugged Beth forward, her nostrils mashed into the stifling stench of its muscled chest. She felt herself losing ... losing ... losing ...
... she regained consciousness draped high over the giant's broad shoulder, her body secured by a mitten of fur firm upon her khaki-covered bottom. The two companions strode closely behind, the tan one furtively pawing at Beth's back and sides as she was trundled of to ... God only knew.
As her body jostled athwart the giant's shoulder, Beth recalled events leading up to this ... predicament...
... a shortcut, that's what she'd hoped to gain when she left Salmon for Warm Lake. The Idaho towns were 85 miles apart as the crow flys, but the Route 75 - Dogwood Road drive, more than 145 miles - always seemed to take forever. So, against her cousin Bobbi's advice, Beth had aimed her Blazer at the National Forest east-west Middle Trail, having noted its twists and turns on her map.
"Don't do it Beth," Bobbi had warned. "It's already 2 o'clock and you'll have a hard time making it before dusk."
"Hey, Bobbi," she'd replied, "I know this is your territory, but I can follow a map, and I say I can do it in less than two hours. Don't worry. I'll phone you when I reach Warm Lake," she assured her favorite cousin, and she departed for her sister's place, west, near the Salmon River.
But she misread the map after all, and lost control of the Blazer on a downhill, left the dirt road, sideswiped a small pine and crashed into a fallen log. She managed to restart the vehicle, but it stalled going up the slope and she wasn't able to get the motor to turn over again. She was hiking to what the map showed was an exit trail when `they' emerged from a thicket.
A jogger, trim and fit, Beth ran up the trail and through the brush, dodging tree trunks for about a quarter mile before the big one cut her off and, terrified, she found herself surrounded by the three of them, although the smallest kept its distance.
"Sasquatch! But no," Beth thought, "that's Vancouver - up north! There's no Bigfoot here!"
But what else could they be? They fit the descriptions she'd heard from friends back in Seattle and the literature also seemed to confirm them as sasquatch, American apes. s. The biggest one was at least seven and-a-half feet tall, maybe 450 pounds. It bore the general mass of an ape, with thick, brown, matted hair, but it had an amazingly human- like face, not the Neanderthalish low brow and sloping forehead that "sighters" reported. No, these creatures had rather smooth tan faces framed by short dark or light brown hair, with dark eyes and eyelashes, and defined chins and cheekbones. And their brows, mouths, lips and teeth seemed capable of expressing - and articulating - a range of human- like emotions. (Were they using language?)
... she was carried, like a duffel bag, for what seemed like miles, deep into the forest. The sun got dimmer as they moved into dense foliage. Beth's temples ached as the blood pounded in her drooping head, the creature's arm bearing her 110 pounds as easily as a small child.
On down an incline they trudged, through poplar, oak and sequoia. The tree trunks were now larger as they moved into ancient woods.
Suddenly, the tan creature with the drooping teats - which Beth presumed was a jealous mate - grasped the waistband of her shorts and pulled, ripping the seam and baring Beth's pale blue-panties.
"Oh!" Beth shrieked, as the cool late afternoon breeze lightly kissed her sweaty bare back and her brief underpants wedged in her damp anal cleft.
Before the she-creature could continue her assault, Beth's carrier whirled and dropped the female with a left- armed blow to the side of her head. Stunned, the she- creature slowly rose and trudged off into the brush.
Beth was carried onward into the darkening forest. She sensed the female and the little one were following nearby, as branches cracked and leaves crackled. Draped over the big man-ape, about all she saw were unfocused views of the leafy ground and blurry tree trunks as she bobbed across the big creature's furry shoulder.
As small branches and vines brushed and scraped her face and shoulders, Beth hoped to awaken from a dream. Here she was, a 25-year-old single woman with a master's in history, employed two years by the Snohomish County Board of Education, looking forward to a whole two weeks of adventure and fun visiting relatives in the "country." And, well it was just impossible that she was now being kidnapped by Bigfoot! Right? (Right)
As darkness descended, they reached a large rock ledge, an overhang, topped by small trees, drooping vines and brush and sequestered amid many giant pines and firs. The big sasquatch carried Beth into the cave, followed by his two "family" members. The entrance to the shelter was about 10 feet high, leading back into a chamber that narrowed to a height of about seven feet, causing the big male to stoop low with his human cargo.
He deposited Beth upon a straw-covered rock floor. Then, inexplicably, the creature ambled back toward the entrance and departed the cave. The daylight had vanished, but, surprisingly, on the stone floor halfway back into the cave a small flame burned inside what appeared to be a crude clay lamp. A full moon also afforded additional light, for which a near-sighted girl could be thankful.
Feeling some relief, but apprehensive about the female's presence, Beth rolled onto her side and eased her weary head onto the long tufts of dried grass. Her temples still ached and she was thirsty. And exhausted.
Seizing the opportunity to punish the object of her mate's attention, the female sasquatch slinked silently on all fours up to Beth, where the creature sniffed Beth's armpit and crotch. Heart racing, Beth began to rise, to run for it, when the female grabbed Beth's short brown hair in one stubby hand and grasped her blouse lapel with the other.
"Ri-i-i-p-p" tore the buttons of the light blouse in the she-creature's grasp, baring Beth's Olga Elegant Twist bra- covered breasts and midriff.
Beth screamed at this fresh assault, as her flimsy bra cups were violently torn from her small, heaving breasts. Her pink nipples quivering upon her jiggling breasts, Beth cowered as the ape-woman pursued her, grabbing and twisting Beth's exposed right tit and seizing the shreds of her ripped shorts. The khakis easily came away from Beth's heaving belly, and the frenzied female pulled the tattered cloth down and off Beth's slim thrashing thighs and calfs, leaving her clad only in her brief pale blue panties, sweat socks and low cut hiking shoes.
Beth briefly broke the female's grip and began running for the cave entrance, but the quick sasquatch snagged her her waistband and pulled it down, baring Beth's firm milky white buttocks. Then Beth tripped over her panties as they were wrenched down to her knees. Off her ankles Beth's panties were stripped, exposing her virginal peach-soft pudenda to the excited she-ape's gaze. Beth felt an involuntary release of warm urine trickle down her thigh.
The female creature, perspiring and exuding a nauseating fecal odor, pounced on Beth, knocking the terrified young woman backward onto the cave floor. As Beth's legs spread in a reflexive effort to brace her fall, the female Bigfoot dove face-first onto Beth, thrusting drooling lips upon Beth's bared wet pussy and inserting a salivating tongue between Beth's moist labia.
"Agh-gh-ee-ee!," Beth screamed, as her pink vaginal lips were pried apart by the she-creature's strong grimy hands. As the sub-human's hot, dripping tongue entered her, Beth tried to roll onto her belly to escape the onslaught. But the she-ape, in a sexual frenzy, pinned Beth on her stomach and, enraged, brutally clawed, squeezed and kneaded Beth's bared, quivering buttocks. As Beth wriggled under the 300- pound beast, the creature parted Beth's hairless cheeks and drove a rigid finger into the slim woman's exposed anus.
"Ye-ow!"