"You folks got trouble?" A deep male voice roared aver the howling wind.
"We sure do!" Dick called back.
Tracy heaved a great sigh, almost a sob of relief. "Oh, thank God! It's a man!"
Jo came gliding to a stop beside them and gaped at the towering stranger plodding along on snowshoes. "Not just a man," she exclaimed. "He's a fucking giant!"
The man was tall, about six-four Dick guessed, and he was clad in a knee-length parka made of wolf skins. He carried a long black rifle in the crook of his arm. Against his huge frame, the gun looked more like a child's toy.
He looked at Dick, who was still clutching the ski pole like a spear. "Sorry if I gave you a start," the man said. "I wear this old parka so them mangy critters all remember what happened to the ones who tried fucking with me."
Jo gulped and thought, I'd fuck with you any time! He was in his mid-to-late twenties, she guessed, blue-eyed and blond. A ruff of snow-glazed golden hair poked out from under the top of his shaggy parka hood. And strong? He was built like a man born to push mountains aside.
Dick jammed his pole-spear into the snow and extended his hand in greeting. "I'm sure glad you came along when you did. My daughter is hurt, and I thought the wolves might attack."
"Might have," the rugged young man replied. "Wolves like a victim that can't run or put up much of a fight. But don't worry, they won't come near while I'm around." He made his way down to Karina then. "What happened to this pretty little thing?"
She beamed up a warm smile. "I-I got my leg caught in a trap."
"Oooh, let's have a look." He bent down beside her and Karina's eyes fluttered to sweep away tears. They also blazed with a look that Tracy had never seen before. In a way she felt relieved. At least it wasn't Dick the girl was looking at now.
Jo grumbled softly, "I'd break my damn leg to get some attention from that handsome sonuvabitch!"
Tracy heard her and grinned. "Yes, he is quite a hunk!"
Dick suddenly felt cold and alone. This was an aspect of sexual freedom he'd never considered. All three of the women now had their eyes fixed on the tall, powerfully built young stranger. Even his wife – she was practically drooling, wetting her lips with anxious sweeps of her tongue.
The young man completed his examination of Karina's injured leg, a slow and sensuous fingering that left the girl's eyes glazed. "Nothing broken, but it'll be at least a week before she can ski," he said.
That confirmed Dick's diagnosis. "And maybe longer if we get heavy snow," he said. The flakes were already the size of quarters, falling so thick that it looked like a white curtain had dropped over the woods.
"It'll be heavy, you can count on that. Radio says it'll be a full-blown northern blizzard. Maybe six feet of new snow before it's through."
"Shit, that's all we need. We've got a three day supply of food and nowhere near enough equipment to last through a storm like that." Dick felt like the whole damn world was coming to an end.
The young mountain man grinned. "Lucky for you my pa and me got a well-stocked cabin just yonder through the trees. You can all bunk with us until the storm blows over. By then, this pretty red haired doll should be able to ski just fine." The look in his pewter eyes made it plain who he planned to bunk with.
"But-but I can't even stand up." Karina half sobbed the words to play on his sympathy. "I won't be able to walk to the cabin."
"Not to worry. I'll carry you."
The young man in wolf skin reached out a long arm to hand Dick his rifle. He lifted Karina as though she weighed nothing at all, held her cradled in one arm and used his free hand to brush crusted snow off the front of her fur parka. In doing so, he also stroked across her tits and that made her wiggle and squirm and giggle soft cries of delight.
"Ooooo," Jo gasped. "Some people have all the luck!"
"I wouldn't be giggling. I'd be down on my knees sucking his cock in gratitude," Tracy whispered to her niece. "Damn, do you suppose his prick's as big as the rest of him?"
"The cabin's this way," the young blond giant said with a wave of his gloved hand. "You all stay close so you don't get lost in this storm."
He took off through the woods on his snowshoes with Karina nested in his strong arms. Jo pushed off to follow, his tracks, and Tracy came right behind her.
Dick heard his wife's anxious grunt as she launched herself forward with a thrust of her poles. "Fickle damn bitches!" he snarled. "They're all chasing his cock like their cunts were on fire!"
He could hear Karina's excited girlish laughter and watched her nestle into the stranger's arms as they topped a low rise and shrank from sight going down the other side. Tracy and Jo were abreast, both striding hard to keep up.
It took Dick longer to get organized. He had the broken pole to deal with and the bulky rifle to carry. He picked his way back down the slope to the base of the tree where Karina had stumbled into the trap. There he saw something then that made his blood run cold.
The trap had been reset! Sometime while he was bending down beside her, the helpful stranger had opened the steel jaws wide and brushed them over with a light film of snow. It gave Dick the uneasy feeling that his daughter had been lifted out of one trap only to be carried into another that might be even worse.
"Hey, wait for me!" he shouted, but by then all the others were long out of sight – headed toward what, he didn't even want to think.
"My name's Eric. What's yours?"
"Karina," she purred. He'd pulled off one furry glove to finger the gossamer strands of her red-golden hair. His tender stroking made her scalp tingle, but that was nothing compared to the shock waves the rest of her young body felt being held so close to his.
"Pretty name," he said. The deep, rich tone of his voice made her feel like warm blood was seeping through her pores. The feelings her father had awakened, this man turned to fire! "A pretty name for a pretty girl."
"D-do you really think I'm pretty?"
"No, not really…" He paused to watch her wide blue eyes darken with sadness. "I think you're beautiful!" He stroked her shimmering red-golden hair again. "I like girls with long hair!"
He dragged his free hand down through the fiery strands, then he capped it on Karina's tit to feel the cone through a soft mantle of white fur. "I especially like girls with long hair who wear silky furs," he said.
"Oh? Why is that?" Karina's heart was beating so fast that she could hardly speak. The nipple beneath his swirling fingers felt like it might explode.
"Because I'm a trapper," he said. "All the furry little things I catch in the woods belong to me." His strong arms curled possessively and his free hand slid down to her crotch. Even through thick white fur, he could feel the taut rise of her pussy dome.
Karina thought she might faint from the excitement of his touch. In the city, she would never allow any man to fondle her that way, certainly not a stranger. But pain and fear had broken down her natural defenses, and the sudden appearance of this handsome rescuer made her heart leap.
"What do you do with the poor, helpless creatures you catch?" she asked with a coy little grin.
He raised her head and pressed his lips to her ear. "First I skin 'em," he whispered hoarsely. "I strip 'em bare!"
She giggled and squirmed as his hot breath flooded her ear. "My parents won't let me do that. We'll have to slip away from them somehow. Maybe tonight, after everyone else is asleep."
"Tonight, my ass! I'll have you fucked five minutes after we walk through the door."
"But my mom and dad…"
"Your mom won't be a problem. My father will be fucking her."
Karina gasped in shock. "My dad would never allow that!"
"He won't have anything to say about it. He's lagging way behind and the storm is closing in. I doubt he'll even be able to find the cabin."
Dick Baldwin had to stop his awkward, off balance strides when the howling wind drove stinging crystals of snow into his eyes. He blinked and tears flowed, running down and freezing like miniature icicles on his cheeks.
When he finally wiped his vision clear, Dick could no longer see the faint tracks he'd been trying to follow. Drifting snow filled them completely, erasing all signs that anyone had passed through this barren, frozen reach of hell before him.
Feeling lost and weak from the cold, Dick was tempted to sink down and let the snow cover him too. Why not? The women had all deserted him, all sniffing after fresh cock like a pack of hounds.
"Fuck them! Fuck them all!" he roared, trying to out-scream the storm. "And if I ever find them again, I damn sure will!"
It took another ten minutes for Eric to reach the rustic two-room cabin that lay half buried in glistening snow. A thin wisp of smoke rose from the stone chimney to be whipped away by the wind.
He balanced Karina's limp form in his arms. The young redhead fainted when he began telling her some of what he and his father planned to do.
Tracy and Jo caught up just as the house came in view. They assumed Karina had passed out because of the pain. They had no idea what Eric had said, and no idea what he and his father planned to do. They only knew he was smiling and stroking her cheeks with his hand.
A narrow ramp of hard-packed snow slanted down to the rough plank door of the cabin. Eric took off his snowshoes and went down while Tracy and Jo were undoing their skis. "You can leave all your gear on the porch," he said.
He reached out, tripped the latch and pushed the door open with a sweep of his foot. "Hey, Pa! Look what I caught in that trap set up on the knoll!"
A rough looking red-bearded giant grunted and sat up on the edge of a bunk set against the far wall. His shaggy hair, matted beard and thick, drooping mustache were all the color of rusted iron.
"Well, I'll be God damned, go to hell!" His voice boomed and his breath smelled like it came from the bottom of a whiskey barrel.
"And we got two more comin', both as sexy as this bitch."
"Damn, boy! You done good!" The older man stood up and walked over to get a closer look at the girl. "If they're as good as this bit of fluff, we're gonna have us a ball! And I do mean a ball!"
The hot, fetid smell of his breath snapped Karina back to her senses. She gasped and almost passed out again when she saw how the big man was looking at her.
"My name's Thor," he said. "What's yours?"
"K-K-Karina."
He laughed at her halting speech and the dazed look of fear in her eyes. "Well, you're about the prettiest young c-c-cunt I ever did see! Set her down, boy. Lemme get a better look."
"She can't stand up, Pa. Her leg's hurt."
"Then dump her on my bed. Don't matter if her leg's hurt, not as long as she can spread 'em!" He laughed again, a sound like rolling thunder.
Tracy and Jo walked in as Eric laid Karina down on the crude bed. "Er, hello," Tracy said. "I'm Mrs. Baldwin, Karina's mother, and this is my niece, Jo."
"Mrs. Baldwin?" Thor looked her up and down, grinning coldly as he took in her small, sleek curves. "Does that mean there's a Mr. Baldwin out there somewhere?"
She glanced back at the door. "Yes, he fell a little behind, but he should be here soon."
"Like shit he will!" Thor circled around her and bolted the door, snapping it shut with a lock.
"Now wait a minute!" Tracy said.
"No, you wait!" Thor whirled to face her again. "You wait until I decide which one of you I want to fuck first."
"Oooh!" Tracy grabbed at the door latch and rattled it fiercely.
"Won't do you no good. That lock's strong enough to keep out a grizzly bear. It'll sure keep three little foxes inside."
"What about my husband? He can't survive out there in a blizzard like this!"
Thor laughed and said, "Well, if all three of you fuck real good, then maybe Eric and me'll go find him before he gets frozen clear through." Outside, they could all hear the wind howl and the snow lashing the cabin's thick walls.
"I-I guess that doesn't give us much choice." Tracy reached up to her neck and began inching down the long zipper of her snug ski suit. A narrow V of tawny flesh came into view, then the glossy black of a lace trimmed bra.
"What about you?" Thor said to Jo. "Eric and me wanna see if all the big lumps under your fancy clothes are real."
"Er, yeah. Sure." She didn't like the idea. She didn't even like the way the handsome young Eric was looking at her now. But she had no choice, no chance against the two hulking giants, only the vague hope that the good looking one would choose her.
Eric and Thor both ignored Karina for the time being. They focused their eyes on the impromptu strip-tease, hooting and clapping like two kids at a circus as more naked flesh came into view.
Tracy slipped her arms free of the sleeves and let the top of her quilted suit drop to her waist. Snaking her arms back, she unclasped her bra, keenly aware of two sets of eyes poring over every inch of her.
Jo wasn't quite so brash. She didn't have a husband to think about or a daughter she'd do almost anything to protect. She took a long time baring her magnificent tits.
"God damn! That girl has a body that won't quit!" Thor said. "It's gonna be damn hard to figure which one I want to fuck first."
"Not for me, Pa. I want that redhead. She told me she's still cherry."
"A virgin? No shit?" Thor wheeled around and shot a leering grin toward the girl cowering on the bed. "Is that right, honey? You've never been fucked?"
Karina grimaced and began to cry, slowly nodding her head. That sent red-golden waves of hair spinning over her shoulders. Thor walked to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed and ran a gnarled hand down the silky strands. He fingered the soft white fur and pinched her left tit.
"Aaaggghhh!" Karina howled.
"Leave her alone!" Tracy streamed.
Thor glared at her and said, "Shut up!"
"She's only a girl, for God's sake."
"She's as big as you, just not yet so nicely filled out."
"Then why don't you fuck me? Are you afraid a real woman will laugh at your withered old prick?"
Thor lashed out and slapped her backhand across the face. The force snapped her head around and made Tracy's auburn hair swirl. "I've heard how high and mighty some of you city cunts have become. That ain't how it is here, lady. You keep a civil tongue and act humble, or I'll tack your hide to the wall and take my fucking pleasure with you standing up."
Only then did Tracy pause to really take in the walls of the stuffy, rank-smelling room. Almost every available inch had been covered with some kind of animal hide. It looked as though the cabin had been wallpapered with fur. She saw mink and fox and other tawny pelts she did not recognize.
Jo took in the same view with her darting eyes, but she noticed something that Tracy had missed. Among the luscious furs stretched and tacked to dry on the wall, she also saw four pairs of chains – one set mounted high on each wall. The pairs were fitted with metal wristbands and set wide apart so that a manacled victim's arms would be spread.
Apparently these men made a practice of detaining their guests, women who were unwilling or unable to endure their idea of winter sports.
"Chain up that big-mouthed bitch," Thor directed his son. "And if she spouts off again, stick the dirtiest sock you can find in her mouth. I'm sick of listening to her shit."
"You don't know what sick is!" Tracy snapped up a knee aimed at Thor's groin, grunting with vicious determination to mangle his balls.
Because he was so tall, she could hardly reach the target. He swept a hand down and brushed her knee to the side, spinning her around. Then he raised a booted foot and pushed on her ass to send her sprawling.
"Yaaah!" Tracy cried as she hit the floor.
Jo flew at him with fingers curled like the claws of a cat. "You bastard, leave her alone!"
He blocked her flailing arms and tangled one hand in her long silver hair. He whipped her head around and pushed her roughly toward the wall.
"You little bitch, if I didn't want to fuck you so much, I'd skin you alive!" Thor yanked up her right arm and locked the dangling band around her wrist. He grabbed the other, stretched her out facing the wall and locked it tight with a cold metallic click.
Tracy was just dragging herself to her feet, bare to the waist, tits swollen in bitter fury. Her tits heaved with each rasping breath of anger and her eyes flicked about in search of something to use as a weapon.
She spied a heavy, glass-based kerosene lamp on the table by the door. Tracy snatched it up and raised it like a club. Eric screamed, "No!" and lunged to stop her, but he was too far away.
Tracy slammed the flickering lamp down on the back of Thor's head just as he clacked the second wristband shut. The glass shattered, kerosene sprayed and filled the room with a petrol stench. The burning wick dropped into a puddle and soon half the room became engulfed in flame.
"You stupid, fucking cunt!" Thor shouted, still rubbing the back of his head. The ragged cuffs of his faded jeans caught fire. Tongues of flame crawled up his legs where the kerosene had spilled.
Thor began a bizarre dance, whirling and slapping at the fire. The sight brought tears of laughter to Tracy's eyes. Jo screamed when she smelled the black smoke. She wrenched her body as far from the spreading fire as she could, clanking the chains in a desperate effort to escape.
Tracy's grin of triumph faded into a sick look of horror. She could see Jo tugging at her shackles, a terrible vision misted by the swelling plumes of acrid smoke. On the far side of the room, Karina screamed in terror as she struggled to stand on her injured leg. The fire was spreading her way.
Karina couldn't walk a step without help. Jo was chained to the wall. The door was bolted and locked, and the flames were leaping higher. Tracy's valiant effort had only thrown them all from one kind of hell into another!