Blurb: Catriona “Cat” Perry is a junior executive at a marketing analysis firm in Kansas City, MO. Her busy work life has taken it’s toll and she has headed up north to revisit camping and hiking areas from her youth.
She has planned for a one-week reemergence into nature and can’t wait to hit the trails.
But what she didn’t add into her equation was a few savage well hung mountain men who will stop at nothing to satisfy their primal desires.
Excerpt from The Hike: Violated By Mountain Men:
She had no trouble finding a good spot to break trail and set up for the night. It was a perfect cove lined by a solid grouping of low laying bough spruce and a few clusters of mid branched mountain ash. She scraped her boot-soles along the ground, sweeping away any clumped clusters of fallen needles or prickled twigs, staked out the tent and with the flat head of her ax, rimmed out a 4 to 5 inch-deep small basin for a night-fire. She still had at least 2 hours of daylight left to circle check her camp, collect tinder and starter wood for the fire along with thinning out a long since storm fallen section of thicker ash branches with a few practiced whacks of the axe.
Saving the matches, she shaved a bit of the pyrite from the flint into the base of the fire pit and with the backside of her camp knife began firing off a volley of strikes from the bar flint into the tinder. Sparks landed and quickly teased before fading into nothing. Unwilling to give in, Cat spent the next ten or fifteen minutes struggling with the flint until she glanced about in theatrical fear of getting caught and reached into her personal toiletry bag. “Anyone can use a match,” she pondered “but how many can say they’ve used this?”, she goaded something invisible like she was scolding some ancient God that was trying to test her mettle to the limit right at the start of a quest.
The “this” in question was a simple tampon, slathered in prep just for this occasion with a thick coating of Vaseline. Her own stash of fire-starters. She plopped it into the middle of the bark and twig tinder nest, scraped off a few more dredges of pyrite and struck the flint to spark again. It took a mere three strokes for the petroleum-based cotton to ignite brightly, giving her ample time to build up a small but strong fire. Nodding at her own ingenuity, she picked up her cook pot and hunting knife and walked the 20 or so feet to a nearby flowing brook that cleft toward her camp before wending its way outward again.
She kept a precautionary lookout for any signs of wildlife that would threaten her safety; coyotes, badgers, ground snakes or even wolves and black bears. Seeing or hearing nothing of the like, she filled the water pot and brought it back to boil on the boulder river rock ring she had walled around her pit. Dinner that night was a passable version of turkey stew with sweet potatoes, peas and carrots that had been thickened in basic sage and savory gravy. She imagined that MRE’s had improved in quality over the years and by the time she had finished off her first one, she was actually looking forward to her second one tomorrow night.
Checking the sky once more, the quickly purpling hue coaxed her into hauling ass back down to the river to clean up and repack what she could. While down at the pond, she thought she’d check for a cell signal and give Mike a call but to no avail. No signal. Nothing. “Wow!” she mused. “That didn’t take long to leave the new world at all.” Turning off the phone, she finished scrubbing her pot and plate and with a fresh pot of water, she headed back to her site once more.
She placed the pot back onto the flat rock to boil and as the water gradually warmed up, she removed her boots, shook banged the clods of dirt from the soles, slipped her hiking socks off and gave them a vigorous shake as well. Peering around again, she stood and stripped, still keeping her eyes trained on the perimeters of her area, she sluiced handfuls of fire-warmed water down her flesh, shaking off the extra droplets as she washed down for the night.
Keeping the extra water on hand near the fire, something compelled her to add another log to the fire and just let it burn all night. She would extinguish it properly in the morning. Crawling into the tent, she slid into her sleeping bag and kept her backpack near the rear alongside her head on one side, the crossbow and knife on the other. It didn’t take her long to realize she was right to listen to her gut as she heard the sudden haunting howl of a wolf followed by the heart-wrenching piercing cries of a dying rabbit nearby.
Thankfully, the sounds of the hunt ended quickly and mercifully and within a few minutes, Cat had drifted off into a deep sleep, dreamless and heady due to the day’s activities. She was so immersed in this state that she didn’t hear neither the return of the storm front that Lake Superior refused to let cross its westernmost shore, the slapping patter of rain that began to beat a heavy cadence on the tent walls, fly and tarp nor the return of the wolfen predator. This time the wolf brought two packmates along and they kept a very close eye on the tent, the weather not bothering them in the slightest. They waited, the rims and shadows of the Laurentian forest would be the only witnesses.
One monstrous crack of thunder came seething from out of the clouds and was soon enmeshed in a battle for supremacy with the ozone scented lightning. Cat bolted upright and immediately checked the sturdiness of the tent. She was still sleep hazed but alert enough to make sure she had secured the poles and tension straps strongly to withstand the winds and rain. “Well,” she thought and shivered a bit in the midnight storm surge, “at least I won’t have to worry about putting out the fire coals in the morning.”
She felt around the inside tent seams and silently blessed Mike again for double coating it with the waterproofing spray. She considered coating her boots while she was awake…..”AHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!” she whined unbelievably. Cat realized she had left her boots just outside the tent flap by the fire pit and even though they’d be wet, she didn’t want to risk them getting soaked beyond hope. She had to bring them inside and hope to have enough cooperation from mother nature tomorrow to start a dry fire with a few pieces of wood that she had covered with the ground tarp. If need be, she could extend another section of tarping over a small fire and at least stay warm should she have to extend her hike.
Unzipping the entire sleeping bag, she brought her worn shirt from yesterday to the door flap with her to use as a towel to dry off and keep the rain from dampening the tent during the few seconds it would take to retrieve her hiking boots. Her fingers found the zipper and as another flash of lightning struck, she unzipped it, threw back the flap and reached for her boots at the same time the boots stepped toward her. The last thing she recalled was a blinding blow to the back of her head and a quick vision of a writhing rabbit caught in a deadly grip.
She stirred in her sleep, rousing when she felt Mike deep inside her, his thrusts long and full, his breathing pulsing against her throat matched the pulsing quivering heat of his cock as he filled her over and over before she began to finger heavy wanton circles around her raw clit. Her eyes began to flutter open as she came in glorious wave after wave bringing her to her senses. Her head throbbed miserably to the point of nausea, her stomach threatened to recoil in reaction as she swallowed down a throatful of bile. An icy cold wave of water slapped her full force back to alertness and she screamed out sickeningly when she knew she was being fucked, but not by Mike.
Her cunt was being impaled by someone while two other men stood close by, watching, applauding and calling out whoops and hollers. “Oh YEAH, Jess. Fuck her GOOD man! Look. She’s back at!” Cat screamed over and over until she was muffled into silence by the man ravaging her pussy. “SHUT UP, YOU BITCH! NYYYAHHHHhhhhhhHHHH!” he lurched forward and filled her with hot spews. He felt a hand on his shoulders yanking him off as the second plowed in immediately, ripping her thighs apart and lifting them up high over his shoulders so he could really get a good hammer into her.
