When he finally wiped his vision clear, Dick could no longer see the faint tracks he'd been trying to follow. Drifting snow filled them completely, erasing all signs that anyone had passed through this barren, frozen reach of hell before him.
Feeling lost and weak from the cold, Dick was tempted to sink down and let the snow cover him too. Why not? The women had all deserted him, all sniffing after fresh cock like a pack of hounds.
'Fuck them! Fuck them all!' he roared, trying to out-scream the storm. 'And if I ever find them again, I damn sure will!'
It took another ten minutes for Eric to reach the rustic two-room cabin that lay half buried in glistening snow. A thin wisp of smoke rose from the stone chimney to be whipped away by the wind.
He balanced Karina's limp form in his arms. The young redhead fainted when he began telling her some of what he and his father planned to do.
Tracy and Jo caught up just as the house came in view. They assumed Karina had passed out because of the pain. They had no idea what Eric had said, and no idea what he and his father planned to do. They only knew he was smiling and stroking her cheeks with his hand.
A narrow ramp of hard-packed snow slanted down to the rough plank door of the cabin. Eric took off his snowshoes and went down while Tracy and Jo were undoing their skis. 'You can leave all your gear on the porch,' he said.
He reached out, tripped the latch and pushed the door open with a sweep of his foot. 'Hey, Pa! Look what I caught in that trap set up on the knoll!'
A rough looking red-bearded giant grunted and sat up on the edge of a bunk set against the far wall. His shaggy hair, matted beard and thick, drooping mustache were all the color of rusted iron.
'Well, I'll be God damned, go to hell!' His voice boomed and his breath smelled like it came from the bottom of a whiskey barrel.
'And we got two more comin', both as sexy as this bitch.'
'Damn, boy! You done good!' The older man stood up and walked over to get a closer look at the girl. 'If they're as good as this bit of fluff, we're gonna have us a ball! And I do mean a ball!'
The hot, fetid smell of his breath snapped Karina back to her senses. She gasped and almost passed out again when she saw how the big man was looking at her.
'My name's Thor,' he said. 'What's yours?'
'K-K-Karina.'
He laughed at her halting speech and the dazed look of fear in her eyes. 'Well, you're about the prettiest young c-c-cunt I ever did see! Set her down, boy. Lemme get a better look.'
'She can't stand up, Pa. Her leg's hurt.'
'Then dump her on my bed. Don't matter if her leg's hurt, not as long as she can spread 'em!' He laughed again, a sound like rolling thunder.
Tracy and Jo walked in as Eric laid Karina down on the crude bed. 'Er, hello,' Tracy said. 'I'm Mrs. Baldwin, Karina's mother, and this is my niece, Jo.'
'Mrs. Baldwin?' Thor looked her up and down, grinning coldly as he took in her small, sleek curves. 'Does that mean there's a Mr. Baldwin out there somewhere?'
She glanced back at the door. 'Yes, he fell a little behind, but he should be here soon.'
'Like shit he will!' Thor circled around her and bolted the door, snapping it shut with a lock.
'Now wait a minute!' Tracy said.
'No, you wait!' Thor whirled to face her again. 'You wait until I decide which one of you I want to fuck first.'
'Oooh!' Tracy grabbed at the door latch and rattled it fiercely.
'Won't do you no good. That lock's strong enough to keep out a grizzly bear. It'll sure keep three little foxes inside.'
'What about my husband? He can't survive out there in a blizzard like this!'
Thor laughed and said, 'Well, if all three of you fuck real good, then maybe Eric and me'll go find him before he gets frozen clear through.' Outside, they could all hear the wind howl and the snow lashing the cabin's thick walls.
'I-I guess that doesn't give us much choice.' Tracy reached up to her neck and began inching down the long zipper of her snug ski suit. A narrow V of tawny flesh came into view, then the glossy black of a lace trimmed bra.
'What about you?' Thor said to Jo. 'Eric and me wanna see if all the big lumps under your fancy clothes are real.'
'Er, yeah. Sure.' She didn't like the idea. She didn't even like the way the handsome young Eric was looking at her now. But she had no choice, no chance against the two hulking giants, only the vague hope that the good looking one would choose her.
Eric and Thor both ignored Karina for the time being. They focused their eyes on the impromptu strip-tease, hooting and clapping like two kids at a circus as more naked flesh came into view.
Tracy slipped her arms free of the sleeves and let the top of her quilted suit drop to her waist. Snaking her arms back, she unclasped her bra, keenly aware of two sets of eyes poring over every inch of her.
Jo wasn't quite so brash. She didn't have a husband to think about or a daughter she'd do almost anything to protect. She took a long time baring her magnificent tits.
'God damn! That girl has a body that won't quit!' Thor said. 'It's gonna be damn hard to figure which one I want to fuck first.'
'Not for me, Pa. I want that redhead. She told me she's still cherry.'
'A virgin? No shit?' Thor wheeled around and shot a leering grin toward the girl cowering on the bed. 'Is that right, honey? You've never been fucked?'
Karina grimaced and began to cry, slowly nodding her head. That sent red-golden waves of hair spinning over her shoulders. Thor walked to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed and ran a gnarled hand down the silky strands. He fingered the soft white fur and pinched her left tit.
'Aaaggghhh!' Karina howled.
'Leave her alone!' Tracy streamed.
Thor glared at her and said, 'Shut up!'
'She's only a girl, for God's sake.'
'She's as big as you, just not yet so nicely filled out.'
'Then why don't you fuck me? Are you afraid a real woman will laugh at your withered old prick?'
Thor lashed out and slapped her backhand across the face. The force snapped her head around and made Tracy's auburn hair swirl. 'I've heard how high and mighty some of you city cunts have become. That ain't how it is here, lady. You keep a civil tongue and act humble, or I'll tack your hide to the wall and take my fucking pleasure with you standing up.'
Only then did Tracy pause to really take in the walls of the stuffy, rank-smelling room. Almost every available inch had been covered with some kind of animal hide. It looked as though the cabin had been wallpapered with fur. She saw mink and fox and other tawny pelts she did not recognize.
Jo took in the same view with her darting eyes, but she noticed something that Tracy had missed. Among the luscious furs stretched and tacked to dry on the wall, she also saw four pairs of chains – one set mounted high on each wall. The pairs were fitted with metal wristbands and set wide apart so that a manacled victim's arms would be spread.
Apparently these men made a practice of detaining their guests, women who were unwilling or unable to endure their idea of winter sports.
'Chain up that big-mouthed bitch,' Thor directed his son. 'And if she spouts off again, stick the dirtiest sock you can find in her mouth. I'm sick of listening to her shit.'
'You don't know what sick is!' Tracy snapped up a knee aimed at Thor's groin, grunting with vicious determination to mangle his balls.
Because he was so tall, she could hardly reach the target. He swept a hand down and brushed her knee to the side, spinning her around. Then he raised a booted foot and pushed on her ass to send her sprawling.
'Yaaah!' Tracy cried as she hit the floor.
