Cum For Bigfoot 12 by Virginia Wade

Chapter One
     
     
     
    While the Bigfoots fought the unknown
attackers that had invaded our camp, Leslie and Zelda and I ran
back to the cave. I trembled with the horror of what I had just
witnessed, my heart pounding in my chest.
    “Who the fuck were they?” asked Leslie. “What
did they want?”
    “They didn’t look military to me,” said
Zelda. “Probably Bigfoot hunting crazies. I don’t think we got
anything to worry about now.”
    “I’m checking on Wolfie. Omigod, did you see
Lendal? Porsche would be so proud.” Leslie headed out of the room,
while I pulled on a pair of socks.
    “You sure you’re all right, Lena?” Zelda
looked concerned. “I’ve seen skirmishes before, but you probably
haven’t, have you?”
    I shook my head. “Nope.”
    “Try to set it aside, if you can.”
    “I-I will. What will they do with those
men?”
    “Bury them. They hide the eviden—”
    “Wolfie’s gone!” Leslie ran into the room.
All color had drained from her face. “They fucking took my baby!
Those scum sucking bastards!” Tears fell down her cheeks. “I can’t
believe they took Wolfie!”
    “Are you sure?” Zelda had her hands on her
hips.
    “I put him down in the portable cot. He was
asleep.” She doubled over. “Oh my God. They took my baby!”
    “Oh, man. Bubba’s gonna spit fire when he
finds out.” Zelda whistled through her teeth. “This ain’t gonna be
pretty.”
    I pulled up a pair of pants. “I’m sure he’s
here, Leslie.”
    “No, he’s fucking not!” She paced back and
forth. “I’m checking the front of the cave.”
    “I’ll go with you.” Zelda glanced at me. “You
stay put. We don’t know how many of them are out there.”
    I tossed a sweater over my head. “Okay.” They
ran from the cavern, leaving me in a dimly lit space. A lantern
stood on a crude wooden table. I sat in a rickety chair and stared
at the gray stone wall, my mind reeling with horror-filled images.
I had been in a hot spring with Pooky and Leonard, getting to know
the apes intimately, when we had been attacked on the path back to
the cave. The fierceness of the Sasquatches and their extraordinary
strength was something I had never seen before. I had been
kidnapped by Pooky; taken from my sister’s house, and now I found
myself in the middle of some kind of jungle war game. Who were
these people? What did Operation GrabBear mean?
    Lenal bounded into the room. His face was
smeared with blood, and his brown eyes flashed with excitement. “Me
killed bad men!” he shouted.
    My heart sank. Porsche would not be thrilled
that her son had committed murder, but the Sasquatches had been
provoked and attacked, forcing them to defend themselves. Pooky had
been shot with an arrow. This was self-defense, wasn’t it? “Are you
all right?”
    “I wait here for my daddy.” He dunked a ladle
into a bucket of water and had a long drink. “I’m thirsty.” His
shoulders were smattered with snow, which was beginning to
melt.
    Leslie and Zelda were in the tunnel. I could
hear them talking. “They’ve gone. Wolfie’s gone,” said Leslie.
Tears were in her eyes. “He’ll be hungry soon.” The pretty brunette
gazed at the floor unseeing. “I can’t believe this.”
    Zelda put her arm around her shoulder. “It’ll
be all right, honey. As soon as the boys get back, they’ll go after
the fuckers who did this. They won’t get far. There’s a blizzard
coming. The wind’s already picking up.”
    “That’s what this was about. They were at the
back of the mountain to create a distraction, so they could come in
the front and steal my baby.”
    “I heard someone say something about
Operation GrabBear,” I said. “They were here for a reason.” The
doorway filled with a Sasquatch; it was Pooky, and he stumbled into
the room. “Omigod!” There was blood in his fur around the chest
area, and another arrow protruded from his back.
    “Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Zelda. “You look
like a pin cushion,