Roxanne walked up to the top of the grassy mound for a better look around. She'd left her pack with Will by the boulder where he was busy setting up camp. Shelly walked along the lakeshore, calling Babs' name repeatedly, eyeing the gravel beach for some sign of her friend.
Standing on the very top of the grassy knoll, the full-figured woman did a slow turn, scanning the lake, the granite crags, the meadow and the edge of the woods. She saw nothing. A gentle breeze stirred, and she swept back a strand of her silver streaked hair, trying to think where the girl might have gone.
Babs had a good lead going up the trail to the lake, but not enough to have walked beyond the valley and out of sight. Besides, Roxanne could see no sign of a trail except the one they came in on. She had to be somewhere nearby. But where?
Sighing, Roxanne walked off the back of the knoll, down toward a dense thicket of brush that she skirted around. She funneled her hands around her mouth and sucked in breath to call the girl's name again. "Baaa…" A rough, hairy hand clapped itself over her mouth from behind – a move so swift and startling that Roxanne's heart nearly stopped. An arm wrapped itself across her chest, the hand reaching, the fingers squeezing the soft mound of her ripe tit.
Fear and shock almost paralyzed her. She felt herself being dragged backward before she could even think or summon the strength to resist. She felt sharp thorns scrape her smoothly tapered legs. There was a narrow, almost invisible path through the tangle of brush. She was dragged deeper into it and out of sight before she began to struggle.
"Muunnngh!" she groaned. The big arm across her chest held one arm pinned, but she could use the other. She made a fist with the point of her thumb sticking out and jabbed back over her shoulder, hoping to hit her unseen attacker in the eye.
Silas only laughed and turned his head the other way, safely out of her reach. "Nice try," he grunted roughly.
Roxanne gasped in horror, unable to reply. The world seemed to narrow around her, closing in. She saw a thin slit of blue sky fringed with brush, then she sank into a dark and rank-smelling gloom.
The hand clamped over her face kept her from breathing. Roxanne felt light-headed and dizzy with fear of the unknown. It wasn't a cave she'd been dragged into. She caught a spinning glimpse of planks and timbers overhead. What the hell?
"Mrs. Marshal!" she heard Babs gasp. Then Silas whirled end threw her facedown on the crude bed. Roxanne gulped anxiously, sucking in air to cool her burning lungs.
"Babs?" she managed to ask. Then she rasped in a huge breath, preparing to scream.
"Don't!" Babs cautioned her. "They'll hit you, or gag you…"
"Or worse," Melissa said darkly.
"The girls are right," Silas said. "They learn real fast."
Roxanne rolled over on the bed to get a look at him. "Ooh, Jeeeez!" He looked like a mountain dressed as a man.
Wes came down the narrow ramp and Silas called to him. "You get the other one?"
"No, she's on the beach in the open and heading back to their camp."
"So there's a man with them, and he's got your rifle, you dumb fuck!"
"Shit!" Silas said. Then he shrugged his massive shoulders and grinned unconcerned. "What the hell, he can only shoot it once. He don't have the stuff to reload – probably wouldn't know how to do it if he did."
"Yeah, well shooting once is too damn much if he's shooting at me. That damn gun will easy kill a bear."
"Lay low for awhile. We got plenty to keep us busy." Wes swept his gaze over the lush curves of the woman lying on the bed.
Roxanne's mind became a maze of twisted thoughts. At least now she knew where Babs had gone, and by the chain locked coldly around her ankle, she knew the girl had not gone willingly. She also knew now they wanted her daughter Shelly, and that worded her most of all.
"Wh-wh-why are you doing this?" Roxanne asked in a quaking voice.
"Can't you guess?" Silas replied. He was already stripping off his fringed buckskin jacket.
Roxanne shuddered. Wes laughed softly and explained. "This whole area's now an officially designated wilderness." He spoke the last words with bitter contempt. "The state don't allow logging, prospecting, grazing cattle or sheep. They don't allow anything a man can do to earn a living where he's been living since he was born. They set the whole damn place aside as a fucking playground for a few damn backpackers with nothin' better to do. Rangers came in last summer with a bunch of fucking hippies all drawing government checks. They burned our old cabin down and swept away all sign it was ever there."
Roxanne nodded weakly. She could vaguely remember that two years ago the huge wilderness area was proposed. Locals complained bitterly that their part of the state was already economically depressed, saying that with timber, mining and grazing rights denied them it would get even worse.
It seemed a matter of little concern then. Roxanne had never expected to take up backpacking, and in the large city where she lived, the fate of a few distant miners and lumberjacks seemed less important than the price of hamburger. She didn't care one way or the other how it worked out, but did remember that the highly vocal groups of environmentalists won out after weeks of bitter protest.
"Didn't turn out half-bad though," Wes said with a wry grin. "You city-folks got your fucking playground… and me an ol' Silas… we got about all the fucking we can use!"
Roxanne shrank back against the wall, aware of how the two men leered at her. The one called Silas was pulling off his pants, exposing the biggest, hardest cock she had ever seen. "Oooooh," she moaned, half in terror, half in trembling anticipation.
"Which one you want?" Wes asked. He was in a generous mood, grinning slyly behind his thick growth of beard.
Silas looked at Babs, naked and cowering on the floor at the head of the bed, then at the older, lushbodied woman with the silver-streaked hair. "Damn tough choice to make," he said.
Melissa sulked, leaning back against the center support timber. In a way, she was grateful, but also disappointed that neither of the men mentioned her. They didn't even seem aware she was in the room.
"I think maybe I'll fuck her," Silas said with a nod toward Roxanne. "I haven't had a prime ripe pussy like that in a long time!"
"Damn you!" Roxanne drew her firm, softly curved body into a knot. "I'm not a piece of meat you can fight over like a pair of hungry dogs!" She rolled off the bed and bolted for the door.
Silas made a grab to stop her, but he had his buckskin pants bunched around his ankles, and they hobbled him. Roxanne jerked free of his grasp and pulled him off balance. Silas took two short, faltering steps with his pants almost tying his feet together. He tripped and crashed down like a falling tree.
"Oh, nnnooo!" Babs cried. She wished Roxanne hadn't made the attempt. She knew it would only make things worse – perhaps worse for all of them.
Wes had bent down, grabbed Babs' arm and pulled her to her feet. He was pushing her toward the other bed on the far side of the sunken chamber when Roxanne made her desperate break for the door.
"Damn you!" he growled, glaring at Roxanne. He gave the willowy little blonde a tremendous shove. She went recling and stumbling in front of the ramp, dragging the chain locked around her ankle.
Roxanne saw it, but not in time to stop. She tripped and sprawled at the base of the ramp, moaning when her head clunked hard on the packed earth floor. Beyond, she could see a thin sliver of daylight and radiant blue sky – so close, but so impossibly far away.
Wes gripped her arm and yanked her to her feet. "I don't think we got this one properly trained…"
"Shit, no!" Silas kicked free from his pants and stood up naked, brushing dust from his hairy chest. "Where's that damn whip we use when jackass gets stubborn in the mine?"
He glanced around and found the long black braided leather in an ominous-looking coil on the wall. Silas grabbed for it, flicked his arm, and ran the lash snake-like across the floor. The shining black leather braids picked up a thin film of dust.
"No, please!" Babs cried, hunched against the wall where she'd fallen after reaching the end of her chain. "Don't whip her!"
Silas turned, hissing with rage. He snapped up his arm and struck out with the whip. It made a sharp crack almost like a gunshot and left a tiny, but brutally painful welt on Babs' thigh only an inch from her quaking blonde-fringed pussy lips.
"Don't any of you bitches ever say no!" he warned. He felt a smoldering rage. He'd been made a fool of once when Wes beat him out for Babs, and again when this lush bitch caught him with his pants down.
He whirled back to face her. Wes held her arm in a grip like a vice, his fingers clenched so hard that Roxanne could feel the loss of circulation in her hand. "Tie her arms around that big timber in the middle of the room," Silas said.
"Sure, little brother!" He laughed viciously.
Silas was a real master with the whip. Even in the cramped tunnel of their mine, he could snap the lash just hard enough to make a jackass bray and forget its stubbornness, but not hard enough to break the skin and put the beast in need of medical attention or leave a wound that might get infected. The whip in his big hand only delivered pain – sharp, excruciating, agonizing pain.
Roxanne's nostrils flared as Wes dragged her backward toward the heavy round limber. She tried twice to kick him in the shin, but could not keep her balance long enough to launch and effective blow.
"Huunnngh!" she groaned in frustration and mounting fear. She could see Babs fingering the small but nasty little welt. Wes hurled her against the heavy round pillar so hard that her head snapped back and hit it with a dull thud.
Melissa scurried out of the way, not even bothering to get up. She cowered and seemed to be hugging the floor, fearful that the brothers' rage would spill over onto her. She held her breath and stared wide-eyed, not daring to make a sound that would remind either of them she was there.
Wes pulled Roxanne's arms back, one on each side of the timber, and lashed her wrists with a slimy piece of rawhide. It slithered on the woman's skin and felt like something alive until he pulled the last knot tight with a grunt. Then she found it as cold and unyielding as a metal band.
"Ooooh, nnnn…" She almost said "no", but caught herself at the last moment, trembling as she bit her lip. Having her arms pulled back and bowed around the big timber made her large tits thrust invitingly beneath her blouse.
"Ain't that the finest set of tits you've seen in a long time?" Silas asked with a leering grin.
"She's got a fine ass too," Wes agreed. "Hope she don't get it all bruised up banging it against that timber."
Roxanne had seen a blazing shower of sparks before her eyes when she bumped her head, and her mind had not cleared yet. This all seemed like a horrible nightmare – something that could not possibly be real.
One moment, she'd been surrounded by sunshine and spectacular scenery. Then the next, she was dragged, gagging, into an underground chamber of horrors.
Silas advanced slowly, trailing the lash behind. "Being a city bitch, you've probably never seen a man what is really good with a whip."
"Nnn – I mean, that's right… I never have."
"Silas can peel and section an orange with that thing," Wes told her.
"Oooohhhh!" The domed room was quite warm with heat from the old cookstove. Almost stifling, it seemed to Babs. But Roxanne felt a bitter chill and broke into a cold sweat.
"I'm gonna peel your blouse and shorts off, and anything you happen to have on underneath," Silas said.
"Please, nnn – I won't try to run again."
Silas laughed scornfully. "Not tied to a fucking log… you can't. But I gotta make sure you been tamed real good before I cut you loose for fucking."
"Uuunnngh!" Roxanne winced and closed her eyes. His cock looked as long, thick and hard as the knobbed handle of the whip. And every bit as vicious. A web of veins pulsed along its sides, throbbing anxiously with desire. At the moment, she didn't know which she feared most.
"I'm gonna fuck this little blonde's pretty ass while you're whipping that other bitch into shape," Wes said. He caught Babs by the arm and jerked her toward the bed, her long golden hair streaming.
"Aaaggghhh!" she howled.
"No!" Roxanne screamed. "No, you animal! Leave her alone!"
Silas' face curled with a malicious grin. "I told you never to say no!" His big whip hand arched back and blurred forward. The lash hissed through the air and snapped with a vicious pop.
The top button of Roxanne's blouse flew off, and a two-inch circle of cloth was tattered all around, but the biting tip barely, touched her skin. She felt only a menacing hiss like hot breath on the cleft between her full tits.
Wes pushed Babs face-down on the gray fur blanket spread over the bed and watched her writhe. She felt a strange mixture of sensations. She loved the silky feel of fur against her bare skin, but dreaded the massive cock she knew would soon be lodged deep in the tight, quivering ring of her ass.
Roxanne cast her glance toward Babs, not wanting to see or know when the whip might strike again. The girl's anxious squirming amazed Roxanne. The rippling cat-like motions of her body made it look like she actually wanted what they both knew would come next.
Silas flicked the lash back along the packed earth floor and shot it out again with an underhand motion. The long braid uncoiled like a striking snake.
With a hiss and a pop, Silas sent the next button flying and left in its place a tattered slit of cloth.
The lash bit deep this time. Roxanne felt a sharp pain like the sting of a wasp between her jutting tits. She winced and bit down harder on her lip, determined not to scream, unwilling to give her sadistic tormentor that satisfaction.
Wes spread Babs' legs wide until one foot dangled off each side. The chain around her ankle clanked, a sound Roxanne found more ominous than the hiss of the whip. She cringed and clamped her eyes shut.
Silas hauled the whip back and lashed out again, underhand, then overhand. The two sharp pops came so fast that one seemed to be the echo of the first. But Roxanne felt a stab of sharp pain with each.
All the buttons had been torn off her blouse. It hung open, gaping like her jaw, stirred by her anguished writhing. But still, she fought the swelling urge to scream.
Babs cringed, waiting, not wanting to look back. Wes climbed up at the foot of the bed. She heard the lacework of thongs creak under his weight and felt the bed sag as he inched forward to the bronzed V of her crotch.
He bent down and jammed his stiff cock into her silken-haired split, lifting to drag it across he buried mouth of her cunt and collect her gleaming fuck oils. "Huunnngh!" she cried, shivering with fear.
The hiss and crack of that long black whip added a horrible new dimension to her anguish. Dust flew off each time it snapped and seeped to hang suspended, waiting only to be scattered when the gleaming coil lashed out again.
Silas worked with grim precision, splitting the front of Roxanne's hiking shorts a little more with each stroke. She pulled against the thong binding her wrists, so weak in the knees that she'd have fallen if not bound so securely.
She wrenched her hips one way, then the other, each time she felt the sting of the lash. Silas liked that, and so he aimed to sting a little more each time. "Aaaaggghhh!" she finally cried. "Hhhheeeee!"
"That's good. Show me how you're gonna toss your hips when I have my cock in you!" He cracked the whip again, ripping the front of her sleek panties and stinging the soft gash of her cunt. She let out a blood-curdling scream.
Babs shrilled a sound that might have been its echo. Wes jammed his thick cockhead into her ass and began pressing down. She jerked and twitched, gasping and gritting her teeth, certain her ass would be ripped wide open by the strain.
"Huuunngh! It hurts! Ooooh, God! Your cock is too big for my ass!"
"You're gonna love it – and so will I. Your ass is tighter and hotter than cherry pussy!"
"Fucker!" Babs moaned. "Dirty ass-fucker!"
"I was gonna fuck her cunt," Silas said with a snarl. "I'd liked to see sweet red cherry juice dripping off my prick when I got through. But I got tricked outta that by my ass-fucking brother so you're gonna be the next best thing!"
He hurled the lash underhand again, snaking it up to rip the last wisp of cloth keeping Roxanne's panties in place. They split and sagged down, leaving her cunt naked, its black and silver hair beaded with the cold sweat of fear.
"I'm gonna whip your pussy good! Whip it until it's tender and twitching with hurt like cherry cunt!"
The whip snapped, and Roxanne let out another piercing cry of pain. One lip of her cunt felt like it had been licked by a tongue of flame. The whip cracked again, and she felt an identical horror on the other side. She jerked back, slamming her ass against the big round timber.
"Huuunnngh! No more! Please! Fuck me if you want. Do anything. But don't whip my cunt. Oooooh, God!"
"Way it makes you move, I think right now I'd rather whip it than fuck it!" He'd never seen a woman make such frenzied moves. When she paused and hung limp, gasping for breath, he grinned and cracked the whip again – lashing it right into the middle of her juicy raw pussy. He saw gleaming drops of fuck honey fly like scattered pearls when the tip of the braid dug in.
"Hhhheeeeyyyyoooowwww!" Roxanne felt her mind blur. The black tongue of the lash licked her clit, a bulging nub full of highly sensitive nerves. It triggered an instant and explosive orgasm of pain.
Babs felt almost exactly the same sensation – as though a red-hot poker had been rammed up her ass. His prick started shivering tremors in the dark, tightly clenched tube of her ass – spasms so horribly and exquisitely painful that an orgasm of torment began in her slitter.
Bath women wailed, long, shrill cries certain to be heard far beyond the dome of their hidden dungeon.