Survivors

Melissa finds the pilot on a blanket, lazily watching her approach. She hadn’t been on the ridge before; there’s a genuinely breathtaking view of the surrounding mountains. She gazes around, enthralled by the majestic beauty of the Canadian Rockies in every direction.

“WOW,” she said, still gasping for breath from the steep climb.

“Yes,” he said, “it’s wilderness in all its rugged glory.”

“Dangerous, too,” she said. “Claire said she saw a bear’s paw print near camp.”

“I saw them, too,” he said. “There are all kinds of predators in this wilderness, bears are just one.”

“Oh, I-I never really thought about that,” she said, her face going pallid.

“Don’t worry, most wild animals avoid humans,” he said. “They won’t bother you if you leave them alone.”

She sits on a nearby fallen log and doesn’t look at him; her gaze is focused on the jumble of ridges, marching off into the north in varying shades of blue, forested and rock-strewn a virgin wilderness. The sound of a chopping ax comes to them in the distance, below, beyond the small natural meadow where the ruined airplane rests. She decides it has to be Ben making the sound. The ax-blows stop and the great silence beat upon her.

“Mr. Lloyd, I-I didn’t come here t-to make a deal,” she said wrapping her arms around herself. “I came to ask you to feel compassion for another human and allow Julian to have those tablets.” She turns and stares at the man with tear filled eyes. “Julian needs them, and please, don’t ask me to do something immoral for them. I just can’t.”

“Why?” TJ asks quietly.

“I’m a married woman, and I take my vows seriously.”

“If we’d not crashed, and we were safe in camp, would you have gone to bed with your husband’s boss?”

“Nooooo,” she said shaking her head. “Not every man is so sleazy, Mr. Lloyd.”

“Weird, I-ah-overheard big shoots lawyer Ben had ideas along that line,” he said with a shrug.

“You must’ve heard wrong—misconstrued something?”

The pilot smirks at her. “My hearing’s not bad and I ain’t stupid either.”

“Who was he talking to, then?”

“Your husband,” he said.

“Julian?”

TJ nods.

She gasps loudly. “Why would Julian be a party to something so—”

Melissa’s overcome; she can’t go on. Her tears scald her eyes, and she turns her head away from the arrogant man. Remembering her wedding vows, Melissa decides not to allow this man to manipulate her. TJ raises himself to an elbow and goes on talking to the haughty, unbowed back she presents him.

“Promotion, maybe? A pay rise? A chance to fuck Smith’s wife in return?” he shouts at her. “You know she’s quite a hot woman too.”

“No, it can’t be,” she said softly. “Julian’s already been offered a promotion and a raise, and, he isn’t like that. Why would he want another woman?”

“I don’t know, I’m sure you can answer that for yourself,” he said. “Are you good to him in bed? If not, he might be looking for something better. Think it over.”

“Regardless of what you say,” she said coldly, “forcing me to have sex with you in exchange for the pain pills is morally bankrupt.”

“I told you before, Melissa, it’s simple,” he said lightly. “I love sex. It’s an essential and elemental drive, and I want to fuck you because you make my cock ache.”

“Even though I’m married?”

“It really makes no difference to me.”

“And Claire Smith? Is she next on your list of conquests?”

“No you are,” he said evenly. “I’ve already fucked her.”

She gasps. “Omigod, what conceit,” she said eyes bulging. “You’re so arrogant, bragging about as if it’s nothing.”

He shrugs. “I’m merely stating a fact,” the pilot said.

“You really think I’m gonna be next, don’t you?”

“The fact you’re here says so,” TJ said with a smirk.

Suddenly, Melissa feels trapped. She knows she made a mistake in coming to the ridge to reason with TJ; he has no plan to show her husband mercy. He still has only a goal to force her to fuck him. Then, it comes to her; the realization she’s alone with him makes her panic. He’s a strong man, and it’s possible he could rape her here and now. Blindly, she jumps to her feet and plunges into the heavily wooded hillside, downward toward the meadow, the stream, other people, and safety.

He catches her within ten yards. His arms are around her, holding her tight to him until she ceases struggling, and he kisses her hard with brutal lips, his tongue bursting into her mouth to taste and savor.

When he finally takes his mouth away, she said, “P-Please d-don’t make me do it.”

However, in spite of her revulsion and fear, her nipples tingle where they had pressed against his muscular chest. Melissa feels the hard bulge in his loins still pushing into her as he holds her close. His kiss had been long and sensuous; its warmth spreading in her nerve ends. She relaxes and leans her head against his chest.

“It’s only on the basis I suggested, none other,” he said softly.

“And you’ll give me the pills for Julian?”

“Of course, I always keep my word.”

“No one will ever know about it, you won’t tell?”

“Nobody will know,” TJ said, “no one except you and me.”

“Why d-did you tell me about Claire?” she asks.

“I was just teasing you.”

“What about what you said you heard Ben and Julian say was that true?”

“Every word of it,” he said evenly.

She turns in his arms to face the hill back to the ridge, closer to the sky and where she’ll exchange her cunt for pain pills for Julian, who for whatever reason had bargained away her body even before they began this trip.

“L-Let’s go back to the ridge,” she whispers.

The pilot puts his arm around her waist and helps her up the steep slope. They regain the ridge, quickly, and Melissa goes directly to the spread blanket and sits, gasping for breath.

“Oh, it’s soft,” she said.

“I put pine needles under it,” TJ said. “I’m always prepared.”

“You’re so arrogant.”

“I get results.”

Kneeling on the blanket beside her, he reaches for the top button of her blouse and dexterously unbuttons it. Involuntarily, she shrinks away from him with a catch in her throat.

“N-No, please, not yet,” she said and sighs. “Let me have some time to get used to the idea.”

TJ pushes her firmly, gently back until she lies prone on the blanket. He follows, lying on his side; however, his upper body twists over her, as he lowers his head to capture her lips, again. He probes her mouth with his tongue and then directs the tip to the sensitive inner side of her mouth. Not realizing what she’s doing, Melissa kisses him back, her tongue, tentatively flicking to touch his lips, finally snaking out to insinuate itself between his teeth and into his mouth. Those warm, tingling sensations are racing in her again, and instinctively her body reacts to his teasing touches.

His hands explore her body, moving along her ribs to her waist, to the outside of her white tapering thigh, to the inside of her thigh, and the V of her legs where he rubs and massages her warm pulsating slit through the material of her shorts. Then his hand moves beneath her blouse, across her flat stomach to her breasts and he gropes them through the material of her bra.

With urgent determination, now, he removes his hand from beneath her blouse and unbuttons the remaining buttons. She shrugs and moves, sitting up to allow him access to the hooks of her bra, again taking and folding meticulously, as the coolness of the air flowed over the satin-smooth hemispheres of her milky-white breasts. The coral tipped nipples standing out firm from her areolas of darker, deep-hued coralline. Instantly, TJ captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking the entire aureole to tease and lave with his tongue, while his hands smooth over the surface. Massaging and digging with his fingers, the smooth textures of them like fine silk beneath his sensuous fingers. Likewise, after a few moments, its twin received similar attention, however, now he nips lightly with a chewing motion with his teeth. Eventually, he stretches and pulls the nipple out, and side to side.

The sensations generated in her breasts spread warmly through her, the electric, tingling sensations growing by the moment chasing each other in waves of delicious, melding sensuality. Giving herself to this man is too much for her, the reasons clear in her mind moments ago. Now, the feelings are getting out of hand. She had been thinking of a quick, short sexual encounter of pure physicality, unemotional and mechanical. Yet she can’t help herself, sex isn’t mechanical for a woman, it’s always emotional.

Ooh, I can’t let this happen, she thought, but his mouth on my breasts feels so good. I’m doing this for Julian; remember that, I can’t enjoy it. Please, I can’t enjoy it.

Melissa emits a moan of anguish as his lips on her nipples form a tight circle, and he blows hot breath rhythmically, the erect tissue of the nipple moving in and out of his mouth, almost like a tiny phallus. The feeling is excruciatingly sensitive and unbearably pleasurable. Suddenly, her passion sparks within her igniting a flame of desire she has only felt for her husband. The searing tendrils of lust consuming her loins and she becomes aware of warm moistness between the inner, tightly closes petals of her cunt. She clamps her legs together to deny the sensations to herself, yet against her will, her hips undulate. The muscles of her pelvis pulsate, moving to the old remembered beat of primitiveness and her heart drums with savage accompaniment.

Throwing his top leg over her, he now lies partially on top of her as his mouth pays homage to the magnificence of her ivory, blue-veined breasts. The translucent skin is aglow with tiny droplets of perspiration and the first beginnings of a gentle reddening flush spreading with a soft, effulgent luster over the satin film of her skin. He feels the gentle movement in her loins, and he knows it’s time to remove her shorts and panties. He has waited long enough for this. His cock throbs with desire, pushing against the confining garments, the tight crotch of his jeans painful, allowing no room for the expanding hardness of his erection.

His hand reaches for the zipper of her shorts, his fingers unhook the waistband and grasping the zipper, he pulls it over the swell of her hip. The metallic whisper of her fly opening is loud in primeval wilderness. Subconsciously, she helps him, raising her hips, wriggling and turning as he tugs them over her thighs to her knees; then, she struggles to sit. He allows her to do it, removing his mouth from her breasts reluctantly and rolling to his back. He watches as she plucks the shorts from around her ankles and folds them, adding them to the neat pile of her other clothing.

Standing to his feet, TJ rapidly strips his clothes, shirt and undershirt dropping to the ground, kicking off his shoes, unbuckling, unzipping, his jeans joined the growing pile and he stands in only his boxers. TJ’s pulsating erection is jutting hard and long beneath the blue, silky boxers. With a final smooth action, he strips his boxers too, liberating his hardened, thick length to her awe-stricken gaze. Her involuntary gasp of surprise, the mixed look of fear and wonder on her face draws a grin and a chuckle from him. She stares, startled, at his face, then, tearing her eyes away from the manly spectacle below. Melissa had no idea a man’s cock could possibly attain these proportions, and she’s confused by his sadistic laugh. He kneels before her, places his hands on her shoulders and pushes her gently back prone upon the blanket.

“Haven’t you ever seen a man’s cock before?” TJ asks and laughs coldly.

“I’ve seen a few,” she said, “but that’s the biggest one, by far.”

Omigod, what am I doing, she wonders in a panic. Am I about to let TJ ruin my pussy with that thing? Did Julian really have some kind of arrangement allowing Ben to have sex with me on this trip? I can’t believe it. I only have TJ’s word for it, don’t I? TJ knew I’d get angry with Julian and do something hasty like agreeing to this, but Julian needs those pills.

She feels his hands sliding along the outside of her thighs, over the full swell of her hips to the elastic waistband of her panties. With a smooth tug, he has pulled them to her knees exposing the soft pubic hair of her genitals. She feels the cold air rush over her making her even more aware of her public nudity, and the nakedness of her loins before the eyes of this man who isn’t her husband brings a flush of shame to her cheeks. Instinctively, she reaches her hand to retrieve the wisp of nylon that had protected her chastity. Too late, she feels them over her calves, her ankles, and clearing her feet. TJ tosses them aside carelessly, and she finds herself pinned to the blanket, unable to move beneath the great weight of his body.

“No, no, I’ve changed my mind,” she shouts. “I won’t do it. I can’t—”

Her desperate disavowal cut off in her throat as his mouth comes down hard on her lips, his kiss brutally sweet and sensual. He probes with his tongue, until she involuntarily moves forward to collide with him, eventually bursting through to taste him. Her tongue moves tentatively, investigating his oral cavity. He sucks and nibbles on her agile tongue; the passion within her grows again to ignite a roaring furnace in her pussy. She mewls and gurgles in her throat as he sucks her lower lip, nibbling on it gently with his teeth. The stimulated nerves are sending their sensitive and sensuous messages throughout her aroused body to concentrate on her throbbing clit.

Then, TJ is moving, slithering over her body until his head is just above her pubic mound, his hands stretched above him, almost at arm’s length, and his fingers clutch and squeeze at her erect breasts, massaging them, kneading them with ferocity making her whine. His lips trail over her body, wetly, kissing her flat, white belly, his tongue dipping into her navel, teasingly until his face brushes against the softly curled hair of the triangle at the juncture of her thighs. Belatedly, she realizes his intentions, the thought of it repugnant to her.

I won’t let him do this to me, she thought, I can’t.

Suddenly, there’s a flash of movement above her squirming body and the familiar sounding roar of a big cat.

“NOOOO,” TJ shouts raising his arm to shield himself and making Melissa’s eyes bulge.

The weight of the man, so recently pressing against her lithe, sweaty, aroused body is gone in an instant leaving a chilly wind to wash over her and making her goosebumps rise. Coming over the edge of the ridge is another lithe figure, sleek, almost shining, and licking its lips. She tries to scream, yet nothing comes from her throat.

The lithe shape is a mountain lion.

The tawny animal stands between her spread legs; its great head lowers to lap with its long fleshy tongue at her steaming cunt. The fear in her so great she freezes to the spot.

This is my punishment for cheating on Julian, she thought, fearing her death is imminent. Now, she hears the purr, as a great motor inside the huge cat. She recognizes it as feline contentment, and a glimmer of hope washes through her. Purring, she thought, he’s not going to attack me. Maybe if I lie quietly and don’t do anything to upset him, he’ll go away?

Melissa tries to close her thighs. However, the huge tawny cat stares at her with baleful pink eyes and growls a warning. She freezes.

As the great head drops to her loins and begins greedily to lap at the narrow, pink furrow between her thighs, she sees a leather collar encircles the beast’s neck. This gives her yet another ray of hope. Is this huge wild animal a pet? Does he belong to someone an animal farm circus zoo? Her mind speeds over the possibilities, while her body lies petrified with fear and a growing sexual excitation she can’t control. Then, she sees a silver plaque attached to the broad leather band, a name engraved there. She focuses on it, willing her eyes to read it and makes out under the grime the name ‘Dexter.’

“Dexter,” she said, her voice trembles timidly, “Dexter? Is your name Dexter?”

The cougar lifts its head and peers at her differently now, there’s intelligence in its eyes. His name spoken and it leaves her loins, its head soon over her face. The great tongue comes from between those teeth capable of crushing a thighbone and licks her face.

“That’s your name isn’t it, Dexter?”

Her answer is a louder purr followed by a huffing, subdued roar deep in the animal’s throat. Melissa’s eyes glance downward, and she sees the big cat is a male. With frightened eyes, she peers along the length of its belly. The feline is big; its body is longer and probably heavier than men. Suddenly, a bizarre thought flashes through her mind. She wants to reject it as it’s an impossible idea, yet, it’s searing her brain. Is it possible Dexter wants to fuck me, she wonders? I must be losing my mind to think such a thing. Where’s TJ now? Is he hurt? Did the cougar kill him?

The mountain lion backs away until its head is over the softly curling golden mound at the juncture of her thighs. She clamps her legs tightly together, the real fear of a different sort pounding through her. The big cat lowers its head to her genitals, again; its tongue snakes out, however, it can’t wedge it between her tightly pressed thighs. He growls, again, louder this time, and its nose goes beneath her legs at the knee and lifts them to expose the glistening, pink flesh of her cunt. The animal crouches there, its head beneath her legs, and its tongue runs wetly along the length of her pussy slit, from the tightly puckered anus over the fluted pink edges of the inner lips onto the tiny clit in its hidden crevice between the fleshy, hair-lined larger lips of her femaleness. The thick, rough tongue lashes the softness of her pussy as if a knife through butter.

Against her will, her thighs spread and she raises her legs some more, bringing them back toward her belly in the classic position of sexual intercourse. Again, the feeling of helplessness comes over her. There’s nothing to stop the animal’s ravishment of her pussy. The vision of what those horrible jaws are capable of doing holds her in a morass of fear. She can’t bring herself to move to run away as she knows the giant sheathed claws in his forepaws can stop her before she runs a few steps.

The cat’s long tongue is working in her with agility, slaving, relentlessly between her now wide spread legs, occasionally pausing to slide deep into the warm, moist walls of her vaginal passage. The sexual arousal is building in her again, far beyond her ability to control it. The blonde spasms, jerking convulsively as she squirms beneath the tongue of the giant cat lapping and snuffing at the raw center of nerves between her open thighs.

Shit, if he keeps licking me like this I’m gonna cum, she thought. What if he wants to fuck me, it’s insane.

Ecstasy builds in her loins, and she can’t help it. The sheer torture of the erotic sensations racing within her produced by the licking tongue of a wild animal she knows is lewd and wrong. The sensations are crowding all moral and common sense from her mind, and somehow, in spite of her revulsion, she perversely wants it to continue.

For she’s no longer frightened of the cougar, and she doesn’t care anymore. She doesn’t care for her safety, and her morals mean nothing now. Melissa is sinking to the lowest depths of degradation. Soft, gurgling mewls of delight come from her as she can’t contain it anymore. The horny blonde has to have it. Suddenly, she’s aware her hands are grasping the ears of the cougar, and with a deep groan emanating from deep in her chest almost animal-like in its intensity. The blonde flattens her thighs against her breasts, spreading them wider and tilting her pelvis to the searing cat tongue lavishing the furrow of her soft, palpitating cunt.

She pulls the great head in tight to her pussy, and the long, hot tongue ravishes her moist, pink channel, licking her up thrust crotch without mercy. Her hips squirm to the big cat’s mouth, demandingly. Now, as from a great distance, through the ringing in her ears, she hears her voice, babbling crazily to the mountain lion, pleading with it, encouraging it, and wanting it.

“Oh, fuck, Dexter,” she moans loudly. “Lick me—Taste me—eat me.”

Melissa can’t believe she even said it, however, the huge cat keeps working her pussy like the vicious wild animal it is. The cougar’s primeval lust motivating him, her voice seduces Dexter, and the beast redoubles its efforts. She screams with the wild rapture of her wildly orgasming cunt.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUCK—YEEEEEEEEEAHS,” she screams as her body flushes red then convulses in ecstatic, orgasmic bliss.

As her orgasm abates, the cougar raises its head and goes to her side. With its nose beneath the small of her back, it rolls her onto her stomach. Melissa is powerless to resist, as she feels the powerful muscles of its neck push her quickly. She’s at the big cat’s mercy. The panting beast standing above her enslaves Melissa. The cat’s great head lowers to her smooth, white buttocks and the great tongue slithers into the exposed crevice between them, as she lies beneath him. Her hands spread the cheeks of her softly quivering buttocks to the lashing, curling tongue, and she pushes back toward the beast.

The mountain lion’s head nuzzles beneath Melissa’s lust paralyzed crotch, between her pelvis and the spread towel, lifting her buttocks into the air, and she kneels obediently bending animal-like to take the huge cat into her, for she knows now the intelligent cougar has placed her in this position for only one purpose. The blazing realization hits her with meteoric force.

Shit, he wants to fuck me, she thought. It’s monstrous, I can’t, Omigod, I can’t. It’s wrong, it’s bestiality. All I wanted was medicine for Julian. How did this happen?

Melissa rises onto all fours, then to her knees as she’s going to get to her feet and run.

There’s a short, coughing, warning growl, again. The blonde poises herself to spring to her feet and then feeling a stinging blow on her shoulders knocking the woman sprawling to the ground. Dimly, she’s aware the big cat struck her with an unsheathed paw, nothing more than a cuff, yet it knocks the wind from her. The big cat stands over her and growls twice more, and she realizes there’s no escape.

Again, the great, tawny head goes beneath her pelvis and raises her to all fours, the tongue licking at her, hungrily, as soon as she is in position. The need for sexual release drives her hips in uncontrollable gyrations back against the animal tongue licking her into submission. Suddenly, the mountain lion stops licking her pussy, rears on its hind feet, its paws wrapping around her waist just as though she’s a female cougar. The hard, long and glistening cock released from its hairy sheath, the tip of it searching to find the soft, pink portal of her pulsating cunt.

Oh, no, no, it’s really gonna happen, she thought wildly.

The animal’s smooth, hard cock misses and comes against the tiny defenseless hole of her anus. Melissa cries out with pain and fright. She knows then, what she must do. Reaching between her legs, she grasps the slippery, glistening, wet animal cock and guides it to her cuntal lips. The big cat waiting patiently until its cocks aligned properly.

Then, it rams it into her soft, pink passage with great force.

The great shaft goes all the way to the hilt, its furry animal balls slapping tight against her pubic mound. The cougar thrusts into her with a force she had never known from a man, fucking her with the feral energy of a wild animal. It doesn’t take long before she’s with him and she wants the fucking to never end. Melissa reaches back with her hand, a finger searching for the rubbery ring of puckered flesh and slowly inserts her finger into her ass, worming it in until it’s buried to the palm of her hand. Then with insane delight, she moves her ass engorged finger in rhythm to the pounding animal cock smashing into her cunt with unrelenting force.

“Oh, God, fuck me, Dexter, fuck me,” she moans. “Make me cum.”

The aroused woman babbles as if the brutish cat might understand her wild pleas for fulfillment. She pants, weeps, and moans, as she pummels her finger into her asshole and spreads her legs wider to absorb the large cat’s cock fucking into her. She clenches her teeth, tears stream from her eyes and she repeatedly moans, her buttocks moving against the fucking animal in counterpoint to its rutting attack on her.

Then, she feels it coming to her. Frantically, she fucks back, wanting it, needing it, her hips undulating wildly, and she’s on the brink. Her eyes glaze, her mouth hangs open, her body craving that final release. Convulsively, her orgasm begins, her body jerking and bucking beneath the plunging mountain lion. She screamed, suddenly, insanely, and she cums.

“Aaaaaagh—Ooooooo—Faaaaaaaark,” she screams.

Melissa wants to collapse, yet the big cat thrusts into her for several more strokes, before she finally feels the spewing semen pump wildly from him. The pungent cat odor fills the air. Eventually, Melissa slumps, sprawling to her stomach, spent and satiated. She’s dominated and fucked into submission by the giant cat that still crouches over her. The scene is beautiful and horrible simultaneously, and her body tingles with the exhilaration of it. Her brain wrestles with rights and wrongs. The cat is still there, and she doesn’t know what to do. Should she try to move to go see if TJ is OK? She lies still, trying to get her breathing controlled.

The cougar lies beside her and starts licking its shrinking cock, and feeling braver, she tentatively runs her hand over its silky fur on its back. The cougar purrs with approval, and she strokes the animal some more relaxing with every passing moment. So many questions run through her mind. How a collared animal, a pet cougar, is way out here in the Canadian Rockies she can’t explain. Did it escape, or did its owner release the Cougar into the wild for some reason? Maybe the owner of the animal is close by. Slowly she sits, and seeing the big cat isn’t showing much interest in her anymore she gets to her feet and starts to put her clothes on.

After she’s dressed, Melissa goes to the edge of the ridge and stares down the steep slope to see TJ lying near the bottom naked and unconscious.

“Oh shit, I hope he isn’t dead,” she said to herself as she grabs the man’s clothes and slowly moves down the slope toward him lying on his back. When she reaches him, she crouches and feels for a pulse in its neck, then pulls away when she hears him sigh. “TJ? TJ!” she shouts, shaking him gently. The muscular man opens his eyes, staring at her blankly. “Oh, thank God,” she said.

Looking at his body, she can see scratches leaving no doubt an animal attacked him. He touches the area gingerly and grimaces.

“Jesus, that fucking cat came out of nowhere,” he said.

“Can you get up?”

He nods. “I think so, nothing feels broken.” With her help and few groans, he sits up, and she helps him to his feet. “What happened to the cougar?” he asks her.

“I don’t know,” she lied. “I ran away when it attacked you and circled back.”

“Too bad, I was looking forward to us fucking,” he said with a smirk as he did his jeans up. “I guess hubby doesn’t get the medicine after all.”

“You asshole,” she said. “It wasn’t my fault a wild animal intervened.”

Suddenly, TJ shouts, “LOOK OUT!”

*****

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