"You dumb cunt! Don't, just stand there with your fucking eyes pepping out of your head! Wet somma them blankets in the sink and throw them on the fire." Thor gave orders while kicking free from his burning pants. "Eric, grab a shovel – heave some wet snow on the blaze!"
Eric unlocked the door and rushed out, leaving it ajar. For one spilt second, Tracy saw that as a chance to escape, but she could not abandon Jo and Karina. A mother's protective instincts are too strong. She wet the blankets and did as she was told.
When Thor stripped down to his shorts, he stomped on his smoldering jeans to put out the flames. Some of the curly red hair furring his huge legs had been singed. He looked like a raging bear. "God damn, stupid women must all have slit for brains!"
He grabbed another big scoop shovel on the porch. With his son Eric, Thor ran back and forth hurling fluffy wet snow on the worst of the blaze. It hissed and the flames sputtered. The smoke got thicker, the oily stench more intense. Tracy's eyes watered until sooty tears streamed down her cheeks. At last she gave a thankful gasp. The last tongue of flame hissed and died under a mantle of snow.
"Chain that fucking cunt to the wall!" Thor ordered his son. "Do it before I get pissed and bust her stupid head with a shovel. Put her back to the wall so she can see what a dumb crazy thing she done!"
Tracy offered no resistance when Eric grasped her arm. She was still too stricken with shock, thinking how close she'd come to killing them all. Eric led her to the wall opposite Jo and snapped her right wrist into the shackle.
"You shouldn'ta tried that," he said in a low voice. "It's just gonna make Pa mad… make it harder on you and them two girls."
"You just wait until Dick gets here. He'll kill you both if you hurt either of us!"
Eric sneered. "Now just how do you figure a dumb city-shit is going to do that? My pa could bust him in two with one hand."
"You let Dick carry your rifle, remember? My husband is a hell of a good shot."
"Yeah? Well, if he ain't found the cabin by now, it ain't likely that he will. And after what you just done, you can be damn sure that Pa and me aren't goin' out into that storm tryin' to save his ass."
Tracy's head slumped and she felt sick. Her knees buckled, dropping her entire weight on her shackled wrists.
Thor slammed and bolted the door again when the smoke had cleared. "At least Mrs. Wise-Ass helped me decide one thing," he said. "I sure know who I'm gonna fuck first!"
Tracy winced but covered it by forcing a smile. Her only hope now was to keep the two men busy it she could, keep their minds off her innocent daughter until Dick could find the cabin. If he could find it in time – if he could find it at all.
"Strip off the rest of that fancy ski suit," Thor told his son. He opened his tattered work shirt, baring a barrel-sized chest matted with thick, tightly curled rusty hair.
That done, he pulled down his shorts. "Maybe you've heard of my namesake," he said. "The Norse God of thunder, his name was Thor."
"Thunder is just a big noise," Tracy sneered. "There's nothing to it at all." She hoped by taking his abuse she could spare the two younger girls.
"Oh, shit! She's a regular spitfire," he said. "I'll bet her pussy has fangs!" He dropped his shorts then and let her gaze at his enormous and odd-shaped cock.
"The God Thor was supposed to have a magic hammer," he said, lifting the long shaft, stroking it fondly in the curl of a ham-sized hand.
At the end of Thor's long, thick cock dangled the biggest blue-red cockhead she'd ever seen. It looked almost the size of a normal man's fist! "That's sort of what I got too. A hammer like Thor."
Tracy felt a cringing wave in the depths of her pussy. It rolled to the front and clamped her pussy lips in a knot. As Thor walked toward her, his long prickshaft stiffened, his cock looked more like a hammer with each step that he took.
Tracy bit her lower lip, trying to keep the forced smile on her face. She didn't want to show fear. She wouldn't give the hairy bastard that satisfaction. But it was the biggest and most grotesque cock she'd ever seen. A gasp slipped out, despite her efforts to appear calm.
Karina slumped back and sat on the edge of the bed, gazing in awe. Except for that one brief glimpse of her father standing naked by the edge of the hot spring, she'd never seen a real prick before.
Jo craned her neck, but she couldn't see. Thor stood with his back to her. She watched his right arm sway as he flogged his cock, tormenting Tracy with the sight of it. Thick muscles rippled across his broad, hairy back. She knew his prick must be huge by how far his arm had to move.
The lushly built blonde felt tremors of anticipation. Dick's long ram had thrilled her, and Thor's must have been bigger still. Her soft, creamy white tits swelled with each anxious breath she took. Dark, leathery nipples tensed and burrowed into the deep, tawny red pelt of a fox tacked to the wall in front of her. The silky caress of fur made her tingle. She pressed herself against it and swayed side-to-side, breathing a dreamy sigh.
Tracy stood frozen, eyes locked on Thor's hammerhead cock. It was fully hard now, throbbing and twitching with restless desire. The tangle of veins along the shaft pulsed and gorged the big knob with blood. The cum slit quivering at the very tip looked almost as large as her cunt. She hated the thought of what that awful thing would do inside her.
Thor dropped to his knees and unlaced her boots. He slipped them off and then removed her heavy wool socks. The skin of his gnarled hands felt like sandpaper as it scraped across her ankles. He laughed at how the rough touch made her cringe.
Reaching up, he gripped the waist of her snug ski suit and eased it down, letting his long fingers drag on the smooth taper of her delicate legs. Tracy felt sparks shoot up her legs into the V of her crotch.
Only her sleek black panties remained. Thor leaned forward and snagged the waistband with his broken teeth. The coarse mat of his mustache scratched on her belly and down to the auburn-haired mound of her pussy.
Tracy arched back, grinding her ass against the wall. Sleek, dark mink brushed her backside, a sensuous pleasure. In front, it felt more like she was being scrubbed with steel wool. Thor's beard was thick and rough, and she felt it scrape when he stretched his mouth wide to devour her naked pussy slit.
His big tongue lapped up and down on her puffed outer lips, parting them with steady pressure. Tracy groaned, choking back a scream of disgust. But at the same time, she felt the damp warmth of honey welling up inside.
She hated the huge man and detested the lash of his hungry tongue, but it reached and twitched nerves that her conscious mind could not control. Thor caught the scent of steaming vapors rising from the mouth of her cunt.
"You like that, don't you? The haughty bitch loves having her pussy sucked."
She avoided a direct answer. What she might say or what she really thought didn't matter any more. Her cunt was heating up, betraying her. Thor's rasping tongue felt like it was spitting fire. Tracy growled.
Thor found her clit and lifted it with his tongue, hooking and sliding as he circled her slick little nub. Tracy threw back her head and let out a long wail, a mix of angry frustration and raging desire.
Karina shivered, struck dumb by the way her mother was bucking her hips, writhing and jamming her pussy at the spear of Thor's tongue. She couldn't imagine her mother enjoying what he was doing to her, but it was obvious that she did. The girl felt sick. She didn't want to watch any more, but she could not turn her head away.
"This pussy's been fucked," Thor said, smacking his lips. "And not too long ago."
"Yes, by my husband. Last night." She let that trail off, still clinging to the vague hope that he could find the cabin, that he would use the rifle and avenge the abuse she was suffering now.
"Well, that don't matter. You ain't felt nuthin' until you feel the hammer of Thor!"
"Let me suck it. Let me swallow the whole thing."
"No need. I'm plenty hot right now. Maybe later, after I've popped your daughter's cherry. Then I'll let you suck and lick her sweet juices off my cock."
Tracy cringed when she thought about that, but his tongue was still running in tight circles around the bud of her clit. Her sultry oils bubbled and dripped down her legs. "Fuck me first. Let me show what a real woman can do."
"I guess it's about time at that." Thor dragged his hands down her thighs, smearing the slick flow to a thin glossy film. Breathing deep of her rich, tangy scent, he stood up.
Tracy edged back, gazing down at his giant cock. She clamped her eyes shut and bit hard on her lips to hold back a scream. Sucking her cunt had swollen it longer and harder than before. Her ass felt the delicate softness of mink. Her cunt felt the pressure of Thor's mighty cock.
"I want it, you bastard! I don't care how big and hard it is. Fuck me! Stick it all in." Tracy swiveled her ass around, hoping to enlarge her pink-lipped cunt hole.
The soft wet mouth of her pussy felt strained already. Burning pressure made her gut feel like a boiler about to explode. She tossed one last nervous glance at the locked door, hoping and praying that Dick might crash through. But she heard only the mournful howling of the blizzard outside.
Thor capped his hands on the cheeks of her ass, hooking his fingers as he lifted her up. "You're too damn small to fuck proper standing on your feet," he explained.
At least that took the strain off her shackled wrists. She felt a warm rush of relief as the circulation went rushing back to her fingertips. Thor lifted her chest high, spreading her legs. His cock lanced up at a sharp angle below, its bulged head still wedged in the taut grip of her cunt.
She hooked her legs around him and clamped in a scissor grip, both dreading and craving the moment when he let her down on that stiff cock.
"You ready, cunt?"
"Y-y-yes, I'm ready. Let me have it. Drive it in. Beat my pussy with the hammer of – Thaaaagggghhh!"
He dropped her without warning. Tracy felt the big knob stab into her slender cunt tube. It made her pussy walls bulge as it passed and started convulsive waves of pain that rippled down the length of his prickshaft.
"Oh, God! Gruuunnngh! Haaagggh! I can't stand it! Lift me up! I can't take it all at once."
Thor lifted her, only to savor the joy of dropping her on his cock again. He loved the wet, gushing noise it made sliding in. He loved the clinging ripples of shuddering cunt muscle. He dropped her again.
"Hhhooo!" This time it didn't hurt quite so much. The swollen head sank deep, spreading the sinewy walls of her cunt cave until her full weight rested on the root of his cock. "Oh, shit! It's like being fucked by a shovel handle! I love it! I love your big-knobbed prick!"
Tracy clenched her legs and ground her pussy around on the hilt of his cock, raking her clit through his coarse muff of hair. Blazing jolts ran up her back. Spasms of fierce, raw pleasure flowed to her toes. She tossed her head in thankful agony and cried, "Again! Faster. Lift me, drop me. Get cruel! Oh, fuck my cunt. Rip it! Screw it. Make my pussy bleed!"
"No, it's your daughter who's going to do that," Thor said.
"You bastard! I won't let you. I want your cock all to myself. I want to fuck on your big prick all night. I want it in me for a week!"
Her hips jerked violently back and forth. She had to feel the straining tension of that huge cock sliding back and forth. It had nothing to do with sparing Karina now. She just wanted to fuck. She wanted to feel heat where even Dick's big cock had never reached.
Thor responded with a deep grunt and thrust with his hips, slamming her ass against the wall, fucking into her as hard and fast as he could. "More!" she begged. "More!"
He grinned, jamming and twisting his hammerhead cock. Searing muscles ringed the whole shaft. Wet, slithering friction pulsed with wave-like motions, running up and down. It was by far the best fuck he'd enjoyed in a long time.
And it had been too damn long. That was the hell of long, lonely winters in the high country. He meant to make up for all that now. "I'm going to fuck and fuck and fuck!" he roared, ramming in hard each time he said the word.
"Yes! Oh, God… yes! Fuck me. Make my pussy ache. Set it on fire, then spray me with your cum!"
"Hungh! Grungh! Haaaggghhh!" Thor stabbed and twisted, and each fleshy slap of his body against hers loosened the heavy load of jism in his dangling ball sac.
The big orbs swayed in a pouch lightly fuzzed with rust-colored hair. They ached from the weight of a massive charge. Tracy's chained arms tensed. Her fingers clawed the air. She would have loved to get her hands on his nuts. She wanted to tease them with begging finger strokes. She wanted to feel the steaming pressure swell. Most of all, she wanted to feel the rumble of that blazing flood just before it shot into her.
"Ooooh," she sighed, not thinking of Dick, or Karina, or her niece, Jo. Only thoughts of a big gushing cock filled her mind. She could feel it start to twitch. She could hear Thor grinding his teeth, uttering savage grunts as he strained to hold the wet charge, a few seconds more.
It was no use. The quicksilver stream broke free. It swelled up and out of his balls. It roared the length of his cock rod, burning and straining, gathering strength every inch of the way.
"Hhhaaaggghhh!" He let it fire. His massive body shook. He tensed, drilling into her, then he froze like a statue and let the jism rush into her in steaming bursts.
Tracy shrilled a wild cry when she felt the first blast. Dick's cum always thrilled her, but it barely sputtered compared to this. Thor's hot cream shot deep in stinging jets. It slathered the walls. It splattered and rushed back, swirling around his giant cock in a sultry flood.
"Hhhmmmm," Thor gasped, but he wasn't done yet. He ran his hands up her sides, letting her dangle on the chains. His fingers clamped over her tits. His thumbs flailed her nipples around, and then he began pumping his cock in and out again.
"You've got more?" Tracy moaned. He'd already fired enough cum to fill her sleek cunt hole. She could feel it bubbling from the mouth of her pussy.
"A lot more!" he said. His cock jumped faster, with long piston strokes. He grunted and fired, reared back and fired again.
"You've got more cum than three ordinary men!"
"And you ain't got it all yet!"
"I want it. Oh, I want to taste it. Fuck me until it backs up into my throat!"
"You'll get it there soon enough," he said. Thor was already thinking of the pleasure it would be to fuck his long cock down her throat.
Tracy had her back to the wall. She squirmed against the sulky furs and then hurled herself forward to feel Thor's cock spit another hot blast. It seemed like an hour before she'd wrung out the last one.
Karina watched, but she could barely understand the convulsive shocks of lewd pleasure that wracked her mother's slender form.
She didn't seem to mind being chained, and she obviously enjoyed being fucked brutally hard and long. Tracy wailed, "I'm cumming!" and her whole body tensed. Karina saw her toes curl, heard her breath hiss out in a long, raptured sigh of delight. Then she went limp, gasping for air.
Like many young girls, Karina held an idealistic view of her mother. She was a symbol of purity, a walking example of everything decent and proper. She'd never seen her mother drunk, never seen her show the slightest interest in another man. With Dick, she shared only tender affection when Karina could see. Somehow the girl had assumed that her mother was above the raw and debasing pleasures of the flesh.
Jo was less shocked. After Tracy had so willingly shared her husband the night before, nothing much could surprise the young blonde. She remembered how anxiously the woman ate cunt, how she taught Jo to suck Dick's cock and make it hard again. She knew her aunt was a woman, but until now she hadn't known just how much of a woman Tracy was.
Eric watched it all with only mild interest. He'd seen his father in action many times before. His mother died when he was very young, but there'd been a lot of women since then. The one he remembered best was a buxom widow his father brought home on Eric's birthday one time.
"She's for you," Thor said. "She's your birthday present. She loves hot young cock. She just can't get enough." Eric's lips curved as he recalled the pleasures of that wild night. By then he'd been fucking young girls from school for over a year, but none of them took cock like that ripe-bodied widow twice his age. He marveled at the things her pussy could do.
Watching Tracy Baldwin reach her screaming climax brought all those wonderfully lewd pleasures back to mind. That widow taught him a lot. Mostly, she taught him the difference between a woman and a girl.
He decided to take Tracy next, while she was still weak and trembling with the aftershocks of the climax Thor had given her. The next one should be even better, and the two young bitches could wait. At least for now.
Eric stood up and stripped off his heavy wolf-skin parka. "Hey, Pa… lemme have her while she's nice and hot!"
Tracy gave him a warm smile. So far, her plan to spare Karina was working, but that look of warmth faded when she began to wonder how long she could keep it up. Maybe she could satisfy them both until Dick found the cabin. Just maybe. She had to try.
Dick had fallen into a drift of freezing snow. He wallowed in the airy lightness, stung by the bitter cold. His eyebrows, lashes and the tuft of dark hair sticking out of his parka hood all looked stark white with a crusting of snow. At first glance, he looked like a man eighty years old.
The screaming wind cut through his winter clothes. His cock shriveled and his ball sac shrank tight to preserve warmth. His fingers felt numb. It was hard to hold the bulky rifle. He thought of throwing it away.
Then he caught a whiff of smoke carried by the wind. The cabin had to be nearby. He could track the smell to its source. He had to find that hidden shelter. He had a score to settle. The women had abandoned him, and Dick found strength by thinking of all he'd have to do to even things up.