Lady Game Warden
by Jean Sifton


FOREWORD 

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. 

"Ohhhh God! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming, baby! I'M CUUMMMMIIINNGGG!" 

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. 


THE END
