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                                    Janet Dubois
                             Escape from Bitch Mountain
                     While  languishing  lazily  in hospital with a broken leg, I had a
                lot of time to remember my life and be grateful  that  I  could  create
                more memories.  One of the scarier times I had was in California, while
                I  was  in  college.  Sherry and I decided to try a little outdoor life
                and talked to several fellow students as to where the best  hiking  and
                climbing  might  be.  After tallying the responses, we decided that the
                northern mountains would be ideal and packed clothes,  first  aid  kits
                                             and some food.
                     At  the  time, the state was not warning people about the unsavory
                characters who infest the mountains {they do now} and that is an  alert
                we certainly could have used.  We found what we considered an available
                camping area and set up our tent.  As soon as the  sun  went  down  the
                first  night,  so  did  we.  For those sofa spuds who haven't tried it,
                there is something unique about outdoor sex.  I'm not sure if it is the
                uniqueness of the smells and sounds or the prospect  of  being  caught,
                but  the  slight  chill  in  the  mountain air encouraged us to hug and
                       fondle each other before getting down to some serious sex.
                     Sherry,  bless her heart,  had  'stashed'  one  of  our  toys  and
                it  wasn't  long  before  we were sucking and fingering each other with
                wild abandon.  Usually, we like to get each  other  off  separately  so
                that  we  can  totally  enjoy the session, but this seemed to be one of
                       those times when 69 and mutual masturbation was in order.
                     After  massaging  and  sucking each others boobs until the nipples
                were erect and wet, we moved our heads down to our  crotches,  stopping
                along  the  way to lick and nibble.  {It seems as though Sherry's navel
                is an erotic zone, so I made sure to blow and lick enough to  elicit  a
                moan and then went to my favorite spot.}  I won't get into another talk
                about how much I enjoy her baldness, but I certainly  stopped  to  lick
                and  massage  her  mound before spreading her glorious lips and finding
                the 'man in the boat'.  Sherry was reciprocating by licking my pubis as
                well as massaging my ass.  She slowly pushed at my bung hole  with  one
                of  her  fingers.   After  {what seemed like} a long  time,  we  spread
                each  others  lips and began tonguing our clits.  It wasn't long before
                we were writhing on the floor of the tent, moaning and  holding  on  to
                each  other  as  if  we  were the proverbial driftwood for the drowning
                woman.  As we became lubricated, we inserted a finger into each others'
                asses and slowly pushed and pulled.  There is a  lot  to  be  said  for
                simultaneous  orgasm, and with Sherry and I, it seems easy to know when
                the other is going to come.  Thinking of her pulsing pussy  contracting
                on my tongue or finger certainly sends me over the edge.  After several
                orgasms,  we  decided  to  take  a break and catch our breath before we
                                          brought out the toy.
                     The view we had from the front of the tent didn't hold a candle to
                the sight of Sherry, nude and  glistening  wet.   I  nearly  came  just
                watching  her stretch and relax and obviously under the glow that comes
                                         from satisfactory sex.
                     Sherry decided that she had had enough for the night, and since we
                were going to do some serious hiking in the morning, decided  that  the
                     she  brought  along  might impede our progress.  I wasn't sure I
                agreed, but decided to defer to her for the time being.  There would be
                many future opportunities to plunge the rubber cock in and out  of  our
                love holes, so we got back into our sleeping bags {which we had vacated
                somehow  during  sex}  and  hugged  and kissed each other to sleep.  {I
                should mention that the Coleman bags we have  can  be  zipped  together
                                          into one large bag.}
                      When  we  awoke  to  the  birds  and  other  animal noises in the
                 morning, we had no idea what was in store for us, but decided to dress
                 and find some wood for a fire for coffee.  It is  truly  difficult  to
                 leave  Sherry when we wake up.  I'm not sure if I am just  hornier  in
                 the  morning  or  if  the beauty of her body gets me going, but it was
                          hard to get dressed and not grab her tits or pussy.
                      Once dressed, we went outside the tent and were very  shocked  to
                 see  three  people gathered around the campfire.  I'm not an expert in
                 firearms, but being an Army brat, it was easy to recognize the weapons
                                     each held as semi-automatics.
                      They were grubby looking characters and obviously  lived  in  the
                 mountains  year round.  The aroma drifting across the camp let us know
                           that they weren't too keen about personal hygiene.
                                        The shortest one spoke first.
                      "Are you aware that this is private property?" he  asked  with  a
                glance  at us that sent shivers through me.  The multiple colors of his
                       teeth told us he had never been acquainted with a dentist.
                      "Not according to the maps" I responded, trying to sound as butch
                 and  confident as possible.  "We certainly didn't see any signs on our
                                            way up" I added.
                      "Normally we shoot city folk like you, but I think the boss might
                                might have some other plans" he yelled.
                      We  later  found out that they were part of a gang of pot growers
                 who didn't take kindly to intruders {although they didn't own  any  of
                 the  land}  and  as  we  obeyed  their orders to pack up the camp were
                 subjected to enough sexual comments to become terrorized.  I think  we
                 both  would  have preferred not meeting the boss, but couldn't believe
                 that he would be any worse than the three with the semis.  Apparently,
                 they weren't too keen on making any decision.  It was a difficult walk
                 to  the  camp  since we were loaded down with equipment and their pace
                 was speedier than we would have  preferred,  but  after  about  twenty
                              minutes, we stood in front of a quonset hut.
                      Sherry was nearly hysterical {she hates men, sexually} and I did
                 the best I could to comfort her.  We were taken to the back of the hut
                 and  tied  against  the wall.  It seemed like we were there for hours,
                 but I'm sure it was only a few  minutes  before  the  men  reappeared.
                 Behind  them came  the 'boss'.   She was a large attractive woman who
                shared their lack of cleanliness, but was  obviously  attractive  after
                                              she bathed.
                      "Another  couple of city slickers." she roared.  She then turned
                 to the smaller of the men and slapped him hard  enough  to  drop  him.
                 She then lectured her men on how to distinguish between hikers and pot
                 thieves  and I began to think that Sherry and I were safe, or at least
                     safer than if we had recognized and harvested any of their  .
                     "I don't think that we'll kill them right off" she said, almost to
                                 herself.  "Lets have some fun first!"
                     The amazon came to the wall and began to rub the muzzle of the gun
                between my legs and asked us if we would prefer to double up on her  or
                satisfy  the  men.   Hoping  as much as possible that reverse psycology
                would work on her, I said the men.  That seemed to be  the  answer  she
                    was waiting for and set her weapon down as she began to undress.
                     "You  fuckheads  had  better get back out there and watch for some
                real thieves" she bellowed.  "I don't  think  you'll  be  dipping  your
                dicks in these beauties because you're too fucking numb".  I could tell
                that  the  men  were  disappointed, but they obviously weren't about to
                                            argue with her.
                     "Now that those goons have gone into the woods, probably for  some
                kind  of circle jerk, you two have a choice.  Make me come or die." I'm
                not sure about Sherry, but I didn't doubt for a moment that this  bitch
                would hold true to her promise and wondered how many other unsuspecting
                tourists had been caught and killed {or worse}.  "Well, what's it going
                               to be, assholes?" she said, threateningly.
                      Without  glancing at Sherry, I told her that we would much prefer
                to satisfy her.  Now completely nude, the amazon looked less  imposing,
                but  her  aroma constantly reminded us that we had better make her moan
                        and groan or we would never see the outside of the hut.
                      She untied our right hands and allowed them to hand  loosely  {to
                      get some circulation back} as she dumped out our knapsacks.
                      "First",  she  bellowed,  "I want to see some frantic fingers!  I
                want to see those fuckers ramming in  and  out  of  those  cute  little
                pussies.  I don't mean gentle stroking, either!  I mean two or three up
                to  the knuckle."  As if to emphasize her point, she roughly pushed two
                of her dirty fingers into Sherry's bald cunt, cause her to scream.  I'm
                still not sure if the scream was because she didn't expect the  attack,
                because  she hadn't gotten wet, just for effect or a combination of the
                three, but jabbing  motion  convinced  us  both  that  this  woman  was
                serious.

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   I can tell you that bondage fantasies aside, it is very hard
                to get wet with one arm hooked to the wall and the muzzle of  a  weapon
                pointed at you.  Nonetheless, nature granted us some lubrication and we
                acceeded  to her demands.  I'm sure that neither of us was enjoying the
                morning, but would occasionally moan to placate the  bitch.   While  we
                were  moving our fingers in and out, keeping the pace she dictated, the
                 mountain woman was dumping our posessions onto the floor of the tent.
                        When she  came across our , she smiled a long smile and  told
                us  that she intended to "stuff this fucker up one of your shit chutes"
                             making us frig ourselves just a little faster.
                     After  about five minutes, she decided that we  weren't  going  to
                come for her so she ordered us to stop. After she retied our  hands  to
                the  wall, she told me to spread my legs and inserted the barrel of the
                gun into my sore cunt.  There aren't too many  things  I  respect  more
                than a weapon, especially when I'm on the business end of it, so I made
                                       as few noises as possible.
                     She  then  moved to Sherry and started to stick her fingers up her
                   legs, to see how moist she had become.  I saw her stuff the   into
                Sherry  and  she  roared:  "Your  girlfriend  and I are going to have a
                   little fun for your pleasure.  Drop the  and sew it  in!"   Sherry
                closed  her legs as much as possible and began to sob, which prompted a
                loud and hard slap from the dirty dyke.  She then  untied  both  of  my
                     hands and removed the semi, and made me get down on all fours.
                      After I was forced to tell her how attractive I found her and how
                moist my pussy was for her, I had my head forced between her legs.  Now
                normally  I  wouldn't  complain, but she had neither douched nor washed
                her ass for quite some time and it was difficult to keep from  gagging.
                It  is amazing what fear will do and in a minute, I was rapidly licking
                                 her clit as though I was enjoying it.
                     "Give  me some fingers,  you  juvenile  cuntlapper"  she  screamed
                while  pulling my hair.  Apparently, she enjoyed humiliating anyone and
                actually came in my face.  Probably from her domination  more  that  my
                licking.   I  obliged  and  inserted one, two and finally three fingers
                into her moist and smelly hole.   "Faster,  you  slut!"  was  her  only
                response.   I used my hand palm up so that I could curl the fingers and
                rub her vagina as close to the  clit  as  possible  while  licking  and
                sucking.   As  is often the case with sadists, she was also a masochist
                and promised me a slow and painful death until I had my entire hand  in
                her  cunt.   This  seemed to do the trick and she bucked and rolled and
                moaned and cursed as  I  tried  to  maintain  tongue  and  love  button
                contact.   After  extracting  my hand, she produced a collar and put it
                around my neck, being sure to pull it tight enough to cut off  my  air.
                She  eased  it  down to the next hole, enough for me to breath but also
                      enough for me to know how easily my oxygen could disappear.
                     She then led me around in circles while she told Sherry  that  her
                          turn was next, eliciting more sobs and another slap.
                        After Sherry was untied, she removed the  and commanded me to
                lick   it.   {This  part  would  have  been  quite  pleasant  in  other
                circumstances.}  After she resumed her prior position, she had  me  sit
                to her right with my knees raised to my chin and tied another collar on
                                                Sherry.
                     "Normally,  I  only  use  these  collars  on those  numb fucks who
                 brought you here, but they certainly have other uses." she explained.
                "Now that your  rubber  boyfriend  is  ready,  fuck  him"  she  yelled,
                stressing the point with a jerk on the collar.  I inserted the familiar
                plastic  penis  past my swollen lips and began frigging myself with it.
                She then pulled Sherry's chain and made her pick up where  I  had  left
                                                  off.
                     "I  you  don't  want  to have a stake shoved up that bald split of
                yours, I suggest that you lick and finger my like  you  mean  it",  she
                told  Sherry.   I don't think the collar was necessary to get Sherry to
                comply and she began by inserting two fingers into the bitch's twat and
                sucking on the  clit.   I  must  add  that  the  entire  time  we  were
                submitting,  the  weapon  was slightly to the left  of  our  'hostess'.
                Since  we  really  had  no  idea  where  her cohorts had gone {possibly
                outside and watching through the window} neither  of  us  resisted  too
                much.   "Now  my  bung hole,  sweet slit!  Lick it!  Now your finger. "
                were the instructions.  "Don't miss a stroke cunt or you  die.   That's
                                it, two in each hole.  Faster! Faster!"
                     Sherry was working her hand and tongue as quickly as she could and
                the  beast was beginning to come and HARD!  "Yes, yes.  That's it.  The
                       ass... the ass.  Now the cunt.  Faster, faster.  Lick it!"
                     With  those  instructions, she came again, and again for about two
                   minutes.  She finally lay back and told Sherry to sit next to me.
                When she regained her breath, she told us that we were pretty  good  so
                far and made us finger ourselves again while she disappeared for a bit.
                    We  weren't sure she was coming back until she returned with a 
                which I can only describe as industrial  strength.   We  shuddered  and
                instinctively  moved  closer  together, not believing that either of us
                would be able to accomodate that buzzing beast.  Fortunately,  we  were
                spared when the told us that she knew we wanted to be fucked silly, but
                that this was her own and no one else used it.   Holding  our  collars,
                in one hand and the weapon in the other, she instructed us to fuck both
                    of  her  holes.  I selected the  and turned it on.  I have held
                   jackhammers with less vibrations.  Sherry took our   and  inserted
                it  into  her  pussy  for  lubrication  before  she plunged it into her
                           asshole.  {I'm still not sure why she was so kind}
                            As soon as the  was in, I pushed the  head  of  the  
                into  her  cunt and we both began opposing in and out motions.  Per her
                orders, we moved the appliances faster and faster until  our hands were
                a blur.  She called us names and made many threats  until  she  finally
                came again, this time oozing huges gobs of come from her slit.  She had
                us  lick  up the juices from her ass and cunt, causing more shivers and
                                                orgazms.
                     She put her legs down and began stroking  our  heads  and  holding
                them  to  her nether regions and in a few minutes, we realized that she
                had fallen asleep.  I gave her pussy a couple of licks and  she  moaned
                the  way Sherry does when I molest her sleeping body.  Like a flash, we
                stood up and kicked the gun away,  surprisingly  not  waking  her.   We
                grabbed  our  things  and ran to the front of the hut, not bothering to
                check if the men had returned or even to remove the  collars.   We  ran
                for  what  we thought was hours but was probably only fifteen or twenty
                minutes and stopped to catch our breath, pack  our  knapsacks  and  get
                                        dressed, in that order.
                     It took us another hour of jogging to get back to our car and only
                when we were pulling into the local sheriff's station did we feel safe.
                     We  filed  the  appropriate  reports  and pointed out our supposed
                location, but continued calls from the safety  of  our  house  revealed
                              that the deputies couldn't find the growers.
                     I  have  had a number of bad experiences in my life {I was an Army
                brat} but just discussing this has sent  me  back  to  counselling.   I
                suppose that there are erotic aspects to the story if you like a little
                    b with your sex {Sherry and I do!}, but this was the real thing!
                     Hopefully,  I have gotten this out of my system and won't dwell on
                it too much longer.  I know that somewhere in the California  mountains
                there  is  a  domineering  bitch  who enjoys humiliating men as well as
                women and if anyone is interested in finding her,  let  me  know.   She
                              still has our favorite .  {Since replaced!}
                     Sherry  and  I  hadn't thought about talking this through, but our
                recent 'adventures' in the quake zone made us somewhat  melancholy  and
                we did remember those few bad experiences we have shared.  Fortunately,
                there are many more good times, such as the time we spent in Vermont at
                a  women's retreat.  Women seem to have an easier time associating with
                each other and discussing anything without the competitiveness of  men.
                I  know  that  the  event  was intended for women who had not gotten in
                touch with themselves and wasn't intended as a lesbian experience,  but
                many are attracted.  I know that Sherry and I met quite a few, but that
                                           is another story.
                                                Janet Dubois - Remote Sysop
                                           The Great White North {207 627-4169}
                P.  S.   Please  don't get too concerned about us.  This event happened
                   more than a decade ago and we have really gotten over it!       JDto More Bi-Sexual Sex Stories 
                                                  

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