Free Cum For Bigfoot 11, Lena's Story by Virginia Wade Page B

up early in the morning, because Daisy had
been cranky, keeping everyone up all night. She seemed to miss
sleeping with a flea infested Sasquatch baby.
    Porsche muttered, “I miss my tribe. If Daisy
fussed, I could hand her over to someone else and get sleep. Ugh.
I’m so tired.”
    The house looked festive with the twelve-foot
pine tree in the living room and stockings hung in a neat row on
the mantel. The interior glowed with candles, and, as we sat to
eat, dad said a prayer. My parents were thrilled that Porsche had
married Mike, because they loved him and adored Daisy. We all knew
she would return to the forest after the holidays. She was living
in both worlds now.
    After Christmas, a blizzard held up my
departure for a few days. Mike was outside getting firewood, while
Porsche and I sat by the fire.
    “God, there’s nothing to do,” I complained.
“I’m so bored.”
    “I’m not.” Porsche flipped through a gossipy
magazine.
    “You have a baby and a husband and those
freaks in the woods.”
    “Stop saying that. They’re not freaks.”
    “Oh, yes they are.”
    “Maybe you’ll meet one someday. Then you’ll
see that they’re a lot like us. They have similar DNA.” She sighed.
“We’ve got TV. There’s gotta be something on.”
    “Boring.”
    “Let’s make s’mores.”
    “I can’t eat anymore. I’m stuffed.”
    “Video games.”
    “Nah. Don’t feel like it.”
    “Then go take a bath.”
    “Maybe. You do have an awesome tub. It’s like
a freaking swimming pool.”
    “It was a splurge.”
    “No shi—” The front door burst open, blowing
in a freezing rush of wind and snow. “What the fuck!”
    A Sasquatch appeared, his hulking frame
covered in snowflakes. “Pooky!” exclaimed Porsche. “What are you
doing here?”
    His nose perked up, nostrils flaring. His
attention was on me. I felt the blood drain from my face.
    “Ggrrooaarrr…”
    “Oh, my God! They really are real.
Holy shit. Jesus fucking Christ!” The hulking ape stalked towards,
me, grabbing me. He smelled like a wet dog. I screamed at the top
of my lungs. “What the fuck? Let go of me, you fucking ape!”
    “Pooky! What are you doing? Put Lena down
right now!”
    “Whhooaarrr…” He’d flung me over his shoulder
and headed for the door.
    “Where are you going?” Porsche shouted.
“Mike! Mike! Oh, shit! Come back here, you stupid ape!”
    But it was too late. I was outside in a pair
of jeans and a sweater, tossed over the shoulders of a horrifying
creature, and I began to struggle, hitting him as hard as I could
and kicking. The wind and snow lashed my face. I was frozen to the
core almost instantly. I could hardly see anything through the haze
of white. He grunted from my attacks, and I must have irritated
him, because he knocked my head with his, which sent the world
spiraling into darkness.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    I was warm and comfortable. Something soft
tickled my face, and, when I opened my eyes, I stared at a rocky
ceiling, which flickered with the glow of flames. The smell of
burning wood, mixed with an earthy mustiness, came from the cave I
found myself in. The softness that surrounded me was some type of
animal fur. It was beneath me as well, tucked under my chin.
    Oh, shit!
    I was naked! The velvety feeling registered
all the way to my toes. I sat up and gasped. The creature that had
taken me was across the fire, staring at me with enormous black
eyes that glinted with an animalistic light. His fur was a range of
tones from dark brown to gray, with light brown streaks. He seemed
to be eating something; the smell of fish grilling lingered in the
air. The storm howled outside; the whiteness of the blizzard was
visible through the opening of the cavern. Without clothes or
shoes, escape would be a challenge.
    I held the fur to my chest. “Who are
you?”
    His voided expression transformed to
interest. “Me Pooky.” His voice was deep and raspy.
    “Lovely,” I muttered. “I just got