Dressing quickly, she slipped out of her room and into the empty hallway. She tiptoed to the head of the stairs and saw all the others gathered in front of the fireplace.
She backed away from the landing and found the door to Paul and Stella's room. Inside, she located the closet and found a heavy shirt of Paul's. From a hook on the back of the door, she took a pair of women's slacks and pulled them on. They were a little large for her, but better than the brief skirt she wore.
The dresser yielded a pair of heavy socks which Wendy stuffed into her pocket. Looking about, she decided she had all, that she needed. Now, all she had to do was to get out of the lodge before anyone found out what she was up to. She pulled the heavy drapes away from the window and saw glass doors that led to a rear sundeck; her heart skipped a beat as she reached for the handle and found the doors unlocked.
As she stepped into the night, Wendy held her breath; there was a full moon and the air was chill and crisp. It would get much colder, she knew, but if she kept moving, she would be able to keep warm. She went quickly to the edge of the sundeck and looked down. There was a low, slanted roof just below and she recognized it to be the roof of the screened-in porch at the back of the dwelling.
Cautiously, the girl slipped over the rail and let herself down to the roof below. As her feet came in contact with the slanted roof, she let go of the railing. Then, a sudden sinking sensation filled her as she felt herself slipping. She clawed in an attempt to stop her downward slide, but it was no use – she felt the roof disappear from beneath her.
Wendy hit the ground with a thump. She saw stars and dared not move as her thoughts cleared. She moved one leg and then the other and when she found she had broken nothing, she stood up shakily and looked about. The back door of the cabin was closed and she could hear no sounds from the inside; carefully, she made her way around the corner and saw the dirt road in the pale moonlight. She walked slowly, keeping to the heavy forest growth to her left. When she had gone a good hundred yards from the lodge, she paused and looked back.
The dwelling cast a soft glow from its windows and Wendy knew that the others were too engrossed in what they were doing to miss her any time soon. She turned then and took off at a trot toward the road. When she came to it, she stopped momentarily to button up the too large-shirt and to slip the heavy woolen socks on her feet. They made her sandals a bit tight, but she felt more comfortable walking in them.
Again, she began to trot. She followed the winding dirt road for perhaps a mile, then she stopped to rest. She tried to recall how long the drive with Gregor had taken, but she could not. She remembered leaving the main road and driving onto a rougher road, but she had no idea if this was even the sa ne one they had taken.
When she had caught her breath, Wendy took off again. This time, she paced herself and jogged comfortably alongside the road. The moon gave her ample light and she knew no fear as she ran toward freedom. She was exhilarated and she knew she was going to be able to make good her escape – so long as they did not miss her too soon!
She had gone another mile when suddenly she heard a familiar sound somewhere behind her. It took a moment to register, but when it did, she acted quickly. She bolted from the road and into the thick scrub growth. Stopping, she caught her breath as a pair of headlights splashed the road; an automobile was approaching from the direction of the lodge.
She crouched and peered through the underbrush as the vehicle came closer and closer. As it reached the spot where she had left the road, it slowed and nearly stopped. For a moment, Wendy's heart stopped, then it beat furiously in her young breast as the car sped up again and disappeared into the darkness.
She knew she would have to leave the road now – they had missed her and come looking for her! As she stood there, Wendy found herself on a small footpath that ran parallel to the road; she looked around, made her decision and struck off in the same direction.
Two hours later, Wendy was hopelessly lost. She had veered away from the road at some point, then the moon had become shadowed by clouds. She was panic-stricken as she realized she could not find the road and she debated whether or not to return along the path in an attempt to find it again. She was about to turn around to go back when she saw a soft glow off in the distance.
Approaching cautiously, Wendy came upon a small clearing. Two men sat before a low campfire. Nearby was parked a small truck with a camper. Wendy heaved a sigh of relief, stumbled into the clearing and called out.
'Well, well… what have we here?' the man nearest the fire remarked as he saw Wendy.
Wendy brushed her hair out of her face and felt a flood of relief go through her body as she looked about the small camp; she saw the carcasses of two deer hanging from a nearby tree and she realized the men were hunters.
She glanced from one man to the other as they both stood. 'Can… you help me?' she asked in a tired voice, 'I'm in trouble…'
The largest of the two men stepped forward took hold of Wendy's wrist as his friend looked about apprehensively. 'You sure are, sweetheart…' he told her in a sluned voice and Wendy caught the odor of whiskey on the man's breath.
She chilled then as she realized these men were not simply hunters – they were poachers! And she knew too, they would be of little help to her!
'Please… let go of my arm, you're hurting me!' she cried as the man pulled her to him.
Without speaking, the man called Fred took hold of Wendy's shirt and ripped it open. 'That look like a kid to you?' he questioned.
Wendy shrank from the men's sight and attempted to cover herself. But the man's grip was too firm and she found her arm twisted behind her as the man slipped the shin, from her, body. She saw the second man approaching and she cringed in fear as he licked his lips and leered at her.
'Man… she is some lovely piece!' he said thickly and reached out to cup her breast.
As the man's hand closed on her tit, Wendy felt the other man's hand at her waist. He pulled at the buttons and she felt a rush of cold air wash over her exposed body.
'Please…' she begged, 'don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone I saw you here! Please… just help me to get to the highway!'
'Are you lost, little girl?' the man asked as he ran his hand to her belly and let it linger there.
'Yes… oh, please…' she begged as the other man slipped both his hands around her waist and cupped her tits.
'Well, Bobby, looks like we've got some company for the night – dropped right outta heaven!'
The man called Bobby looked down at Wendy's golden bush of pubic hair and licked his lips. He looked at her nakedness and let out a groan as he fell to his knees.
Wendy could not believe this was happening to her. The man forced her legs apart roughly and before she could even cry out, he had his mouth on her pussy and was tonguing it wildly. She tried to twist away from the two men, but it was impossible. The man eating her pussy had a firm hold on her hips and the other was pressed against her quivering body holding tight to her tits.
'Oh, God… stop!' she cried as the man behind her nuzzled her neck roughly. She felt his growth of beard as it scraped her cheeks and she became aware of the other man's beard on her tender inner thighs.
'Man, she's a hot one!' Fred said as he tried to twist her head around. Finally, he managed and as his lips closed over her mouth he felt his prick growing against his leg.
Wendy gasped as she smelled the man's whiskey breath. He forced his tongue into her mouth and Wendy gagged at its vileness. Then, as she felt him unzip his trousers and his throbbing cock sprang forth, she experienced a sinking feeling in her stomach. The man's mouth on her cunt was sending delirious waves of sensual pleasure over her body and she knew she was beginning to respond to his rough caresses. She fought the feeling, but only momentarily as the other man took her hand and guided it to his pulsing prick.
'How's that for size, baby?' he whispered in her ear as her fingers curled about his cock. 'If it ain't big enough, Bobby's got one that's a wee bit bigger!'
Wendy whimpered as the man's prick twitched in her hand. She could not tight the feelings any longer and she found herself bunching forward to Bobby's mouth as she squeezed the growing prick.
The man on his knees looked up as he felt the naked girl moving her hips to his mouth. He saw her head twisted around and his friend's mouth glued to hers. Then, he saw that she had a firm hold on Fred's prick. His mind reeled as he realized the girl wanted it as much as they wanted her and he renewed his attack on her golden-haired pussy.
