While languishing lazily in hospital with a broken leg, I had a lot of time to remember my life and be grateful that I could create more memories. One of the scarier times I had was in California, while I was in college. Sherry and I decided to try a little outdoor life and talked to several fellow students as to where the best hiking and climbing might be. After tallying the responses, we decided that the northern mountains would be ideal and packed clothes, first aid kits and some food. At the time, the state was not warning people about the unsavory characters who infest the mountains {they do now} and that is an alert we certainly could have used. We found what we considered an available camping area and set up our tent. As soon as the sun went down the first night, so did we. For those sofa spuds who haven't tried it, there is something unique about outdoor sex. I'm not sure if it is the uniqueness of the smells and sounds or the prospect of being caught, but the slight chill in the mountain air encouraged us to hug and fondle each other before getting down to some serious sex. Sherry, bless her heart, had 'stashed' one of our toys and it wasn't long before we were sucking and fingering each other with wild abandon. Usually, we like to get each other off separately so that we can totally enjoy the session, but this seemed to be one of those times when 69 and mutual masturbation was in order. After massaging and sucking each others boobs until the nipples were erect and wet, we moved our heads down to our crotches, stopping along the way to lick and nibble. {It seems as though Sherry's navel is an erotic zone, so I made sure to blow and lick enough to elicit a moan and then went to my favorite spot.} I won't get into another talk about how much I enjoy her baldness, but I certainly stopped to lick and massage her mound before spreading her glorious lips and finding the 'man in the boat'. Sherry was reciprocating by licking my pubis as well as massaging my ass. She slowly pushed at my bung hole with one of her fingers. After {what seemed like} a long time, we spread each others lips and began tonguing our clits. It wasn't long before we were writhing on the floor of the tent, moaning and holding on to each other as if we were the proverbial driftwood for the drowning woman. As we became lubricated, we inserted a finger into each others' asses and slowly pushed and pulled. There is a lot to be said for simultaneous orgasm, and with Sherry and I, it seems easy to know when the other is going to come. Thinking of her pulsing pussy contracting on my tongue or finger certainly sends me over the edge. After several orgasms, we decided to take a break and catch our breath before we brought out the toy. The view we had from the front of the tent didn't hold a candle to the sight of Sherry, nude and glistening wet. I nearly came just watching her stretch and relax and obviously under the glow that comes from satisfactory sex. Sherry decided that she had had enough for the night, and since we were going to do some serious hiking in the morning, decided that the dildo she brought along might impede our progress. I wasn't sure I agreed, but decided to defer to her for the time being. There would be many future opportunities to plunge the rubber cock in and out of our love holes, so we got back into our sleeping bags {which we had vacated somehow during sex} and hugged and kissed each other to sleep. {I should mention that the Coleman bags we have can be zipped together into one large bag.} When we awoke to the birds and other animal noises in the morning, we had no idea what was in store for us, but decided to dress and find some wood for a fire for coffee. It is truly difficult to leave Sherry when we wake up. I'm not sure if I am just hornier in the morning or if the beauty of her body gets me going, but it was hard to get dressed and not grab her tits or pussy. Once dressed, we went outside the tent and were very shocked to see three people gathered around the campfire. I'm not an expert in firearms, but being an Army brat, it was easy to recognize the weapons each held as semi-automatics. They were grubby looking characters and obviously lived in the mountains year round. The aroma drifting across the camp let us know that they weren't too keen about personal hygiene. The shortest one spoke first. "Are you aware that this is private property?" he asked with a glance at us that sent shivers through me. The multiple colors of his teeth told us he had never been acquainted with a dentist. "Not according to the maps" I responded, trying to sound as butch and confident as possible. "We certainly didn't see any signs on our way up" I added. "Normally we shoot city folk like you, but I think the boss might might have some other plans" he yelled. We later found out that they were part of a gang of pot growers who didn't take kindly to intruders {although they didn't own any of the land} and as we obeyed their orders to pack up the camp were subjected to enough sexual comments to become terrorized. I think we both would have preferred not meeting the boss, but couldn't believe that he would be any worse than the three with the semis. Apparently, they weren't too keen on making any decision. It was a difficult walk to the camp since we were loaded down with equipment and their pace was speedier than we would have preferred, but after about twenty minutes, we stood in front of a quonset hut. Sherry was nearly hysterical {she hates men, sexually} and I did the best I could to comfort her. We were taken to the back of the hut and tied against the wall. It seemed like we were there for hours, but I'm sure it was only a few minutes before the men reappeared. Behind them came the 'boss'. She was a large attractive woman who shared their lack of cleanliness, but was obviously attractive after she bathed. "Another couple of city slickers." she roared. She then turned to the smaller of the men and slapped him hard enough to drop him. She then lectured her men on how to distinguish between hikers and pot thieves and I began to think that Sherry and I were safe, or at least safer than if we had recognized and harvested any of their crop. "I don't think that we'll kill them right off" she said, almost to herself. "Lets have some fun first!" The amazon came to the wall and began to rub the muzzle of the gun between my legs and asked us if we would prefer to double up on her or satisfy the men. Hoping as much as possible that reverse psycology would work on her, I said the men. That seemed to be the answer she was waiting for and set her weapon down as she began to undress. "You fuckheads had better get back out there and watch for some real thieves" she bellowed. "I don't think you'll be dipping your dicks in these beauties because you're too fucking numb". I could tell that the men were disappointed, but they obviously weren't about to argue with her. "Now that those goons have gone into the woods, probably for some kind of circle jerk, you two have a choice. Make me come or die." I'm not sure about Sherry, but I didn't doubt for a moment that this bitch would hold true to her promise and wondered how many other unsuspecting tourists had been caught and killed {or worse}. "Well, what's it going to be, assholes?" she said, threateningly. Without glancing at Sherry, I told her that we would much prefer to satisfy her. Now completely nude, the amazon looked less imposing, but her aroma constantly reminded us that we had better make her moan and groan or we would never see the outside of the hut. She untied our right hands and allowed them to hand loosely {to get some circulation back} as she dumped out our knapsacks. "First", she bellowed, "I want to see some frantic fingers! I want to see those fuckers ramming in and out of those cute little pussies. I don't mean gentle stroking, either! I mean two or three up to the knuckle." As if to emphasize her point, she roughly pushed two of her dirty fingers into Sherry's bald cunt, cause her to scream. I'm still not sure if the scream was because she didn't expect the attack, because she hadn't gotten wet, just for effect or a combination of the three, but jabbing motion convinced us both that this woman was serious. I can tell you that bondage fantasies aside, it is very hard to get wet with one arm hooked to the wall and the muzzle of a weapon pointed at you. Nonetheless, nature granted us some lubrication and we acceeded to her demands. I'm sure that neither of us was enjoying the morning, but would occasionally moan to placate the bitch. While we were moving our fingers in and out, keeping the pace she dictated, the mountain woman was dumping our posessions onto the floor of the tent. When she came across our dildo, she smiled a long smile and told us that she intended to "stuff this fucker up one of your shit chutes" making us frig ourselves just a little faster. After about five minutes, she decided that we weren't going to come for her so she ordered us to stop. After she retied our hands to the wall, she told me to spread my legs and inserted the barrel of the gun into my sore cunt. There aren't too many things I respect more than a weapon, especially when I'm on the business end of it, so I made as few noises as possible. She then moved to Sherry and started to stick her fingers up her legs, to see how moist she had become. I saw her stuff the dildo into Sherry and she roared: "Your girlfriend and I are going to have a little fun for your pleasure. Drop the dildo and sew it in!" Sherry closed her legs as much as possible and began to sob, which prompted a loud and hard slap from the dirty dyke. She then untied both of my hands and removed the semi, and made me get down on all fours. After I was forced to tell her how attractive I found her and how moist my pussy was for her, I had my head forced between her legs. Now normally I wouldn't complain, but she had neither douched nor washed her ass for quite some time and it was difficult to keep from gagging. It is amazing what fear will do and in a minute, I was rapidly licking her clit as though I was enjoying it. "Give me some fingers, you juvenile cuntlapper" she screamed while pulling my hair. Apparently, she enjoyed humiliating anyone and actually came in my face. Probably from her domination more that my licking. I obliged and inserted one, two and finally three fingers into her moist and smelly hole. "Faster, you slut!" was her only response. I used my hand palm up so that I could curl the fingers and rub her vagina as close to the clit as possible while licking and sucking. As is often the case with sadists, she was also a masochist and promised me a slow and painful death until I had my entire hand in her cunt. This seemed to do the trick and she bucked and rolled and moaned and cursed as I tried to maintain tongue and love button contact. After extracting my hand, she produced a collar and put it around my neck, being sure to pull it tight enough to cut off my air. She eased it down to the next hole, enough for me to breath but also enough for me to know how easily my oxygen could disappear. She then led me around in circles while she told Sherry that her turn was next, eliciting more sobs and another slap. After Sherry was untied, she removed the dildo and commanded me to lick it. {This part would have been quite pleasant in other circumstances.} After she resumed her prior position, she had me sit to her right with my knees raised to my chin and tied another collar on Sherry. "Normally, I only use these collars on those numb fucks who brought you here, but they certainly have other uses." she explained. "Now that your rubber boyfriend is ready, fuck him" she yelled, stressing the point with a jerk on the collar. I inserted the familiar plastic penis past my swollen lips and began frigging myself with it. She then pulled Sherry's chain and made her pick up where I had left off. "I you don't want to have a stake shoved up that bald split of yours, I suggest that you lick and finger my like you mean it", she told Sherry. I don't think the collar was necessary to get Sherry to comply and she began by inserting two fingers into the bitch's twat and sucking on the clit. I must add that the entire time we were submitting, the weapon was slightly to the left of our 'hostess'. Since we really had no idea where her cohorts had gone {possibly outside and watching through the window} neither of us resisted too much. "Now my bung hole, sweet slit! Lick it! Now your finger. " were the instructions. "Don't miss a stroke cunt or you die. That's it, two in each hole. Faster! Faster!" Sherry was working her hand and tongue as quickly as she could and the beast was beginning to come and HARD! "Yes, yes. That's it. The ass... the ass. Now the cunt. Faster, faster. Lick it!" With those instructions, she came again, and again for about two minutes. She finally lay back and told Sherry to sit next to me. When she regained her breath, she told us that we were pretty good so far and made us finger ourselves again while she disappeared for a bit. We weren't sure she was coming back until she returned with a vibrator which I can only describe as industrial strength. We shuddered and instinctively moved closer together, not believing that either of us would be able to accomodate that buzzing beast. Fortunately, we were spared when the told us that she knew we wanted to be fucked silly, but that this was her own and no one else used it. Holding our collars, in one hand and the weapon in the other, she instructed us to fuck both of her holes. I selected the vibrator and turned it on. I have held jackhammers with less vibrations. Sherry took our dildo and inserted it into her pussy for lubrication before she plunged it into her asshole. {I'm still not sure why she was so kind} As soon as the dildo was in, I pushed the head of the vibrator into her cunt and we both began opposing in and out motions. Per her orders, we moved the appliances faster and faster until our hands were a blur. She called us names and made many threats until she finally came again, this time oozing huges gobs of come from her slit. She had us lick up the juices from her ass and cunt, causing more shivers and orgazms. She put her legs down and began stroking our heads and holding them to her nether regions and in a few minutes, we realized that she had fallen asleep. I gave her pussy a couple of licks and she moaned the way Sherry does when I molest her sleeping body. Like a flash, we stood up and kicked the gun away, surprisingly not waking her. We grabbed our things and ran to the front of the hut, not bothering to check if the men had returned or even to remove the collars. We ran for what we thought was hours but was probably only fifteen or twenty minutes and stopped to catch our breath, pack our knapsacks and get dressed, in that order. It took us another hour of jogging to get back to our car and only when we were pulling into the local sheriff's station did we feel safe. We filed the appropriate reports and pointed out our supposed location, but continued calls from the safety of our house revealed that the deputies couldn't find the growers. I have had a number of bad experiences in my life {I was an Army brat} but just discussing this has sent me back to counselling. I suppose that there are erotic aspects to the story if you like a little b&d with your sex {Sherry and I do!}, but this was the real thing! Hopefully, I have gotten this out of my system and won't dwell on it too much longer. I know that somewhere in the California mountains there is a domineering bitch who enjoys humiliating men as well as women and if anyone is interested in finding her, let me know. She still has our favorite dildo. {Since replaced!} Sherry and I hadn't thought about talking this through, but our recent 'adventures' in the quake zone made us somewhat melancholy and we did remember those few bad experiences we have shared. Fortunately, there are many more good times, such as the time we spent in Vermont at a women's retreat. Women seem to have an easier time associating with each other and discussing anything without the competitiveness of men. I know that the event was intended for women who had not gotten in touch with themselves and wasn't intended as a lesbian experience, but many are attracted. I know that Sherry and I met quite a few, but that is another story.