Archive-name: Samesex/mountai1.txt
Archive-author: Janet Dubois
Archive-title: 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
    dildo  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 crop.

         "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.   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 dildo, 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 dildo  into
    Sherry  and  she  roared:  "Your  girlfriend  and I are going to have a
    little fun for your pleasure.  Drop the dildo 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 dildo 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 vibrator
    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 vibrator and turned it on.  I have held
    jackhammers with less vibrations.  Sherry took our dildo  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 dildo was in, I pushed the  head  of  the  vibrator
    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&d 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 dildo.  {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!       JD

--