0 comments/ 39999 views/ 6 favorites Cat Tales Ch. 01 By: Cat_photobuff This is the first installment in what will hopefully be a series of action/adventure stories involving yours truly as the heroine. These are obviously fictional tales and none of the characters, other than me of course, are real people. This is not my usual type of story; I'm trying something new here, so bear with me. I hope you enjoy it; I certainly had fun writing it. A big thank you to all my fans that have supported me thus far in my endeavors as a writer. I owe all of you a big sloppy gang bang. Love ya! Cat * * * * * Jesus, that guy is big, I thought to myself. Sitting in a saloon in the middle of Wyoming somewhere, I was sipping a Coors Lite long neck, glad to be out of the heat. Bellied up to the bar were two good old boys downing shots of something, whiskey no doubt. One of them was 6'5" at least, and no less than 250 lbs. The other was scrawnier looking, like a junk yard dog. I was on my way to Yellowstone National Park to meet my husband and his partner Joe. They were taking a group of wealthy Japanese businessmen into the backcountry of the park to see wolves and grizzly bears in the wild. Joe and my husband, both wildlife biologists, run a wildlife viewing business. My husband thought I might like to join them, but I think he wanted me there to charm the Japs, a sort of western flavored arm candy. Good for business and all. I had just spent six weeks at my Uncle Shane's horse and bison ranch outside Laramie, Wyoming, helping him to take care of his terminally-ill wife. When the inevitable happened, Uncle Shane buried his wife of 40 something years in the family cemetery at the back end of his 1000 acre spread. While I was there, I had a desire to learn how to ride a horse, something I had always wanted to do. One of Uncle Shane's ranch hands, a 20 year old kid named Jesse James (for real), took a liking to me and showed me the ropes, so to speak. Needless to say, I'm no pro, but I can now ride a horse well enough to pass for a local "cowgirl". And Jesse has some "why-older-women-are-better" stories to tell his buddies next time they get together for a few cold ones. Uncle Shane loaned me an old pickup truck to use to get from Laramie to Yellowstone. Being from the South, I was under the impression states like Wyoming and Montana were cold all year long. I didn't know it got hot here in the summer, like 95 degrees hot! The truck didn't have air conditioning, so I was cooking. I was wearing a sleeveless checkered shirt with no bra, tight Levi's and Frye western boots. I even had my own Stetson. The cowboys at the bar were getting louder and more obnoxious by the minute. I just wanted to finish my beer, eat my hamburger and fries and then get the hell out. I almost made it. Then, a young Native American girl walked in, probably Shoshone or Lakota. She couldn't have been more than 18, if that. She was pretty, like Hilary Swank pretty. She walked up to the bar and asked the bartender if she could use the phone. Apparently her car had broken down and she wanted to call her brother. "Well, looky what we got here," said big dude. "What are you doing off the reservation honey? You got permission to be here?" "It's a free country, I don't need permission. May I use the phone please?" Before the barkeep could hand her the phone, scrawny dude backhanded the girl across the face and said, "Don't you sass my friend here, you mind your place. Now what's an injun doing in a white man's bar?" Injun? What century is this? I'm wondering if I'd been magically transported into a John Wayne movie or something; I was hoping the Duke himself would show up soon. Then scrawny dude pushed the girl to the floor and tried to get between her legs. I thought to myself, this can't be happening, I must be dreaming this shit. When the girl smacked scrawny dude across the face, he punched her in the jaw, then big dude grabbed her arms and held them above her head. Spreading open the top of my shirt to maximize my cleavage, I walked up to the bar and said, "Can I get another whiskey? It's so hot in here I'm about to strip my clothes off." Somehow, that got scrawny dude's attention. The girl looked to be unconscious; I'm betting he prefers the women he's raping to fight back. The big dude stood up too, leaving the girl lying motionless on the floor. "Well hey darlin, ain't you a purty thing. Maybe we can buy you that drink." "Sure thing cowboy. So what's with the little girl there? You don't like women your own age?" "I like all women honey, young or old." "Well she's looking as useless as tits on a bull right now. Hey bartender, can you get rid of Pocahontas here, she's blocking the dance floor." Looking frightened, the bartender took the hint, and came around and, grabbing the girl under her arms, dragged her to a back room, closing the door. "Speaking of tits, that's a mighty fine lookin set you got on you honey." "Oh these things? They just get in the way most of the time. Well I'll have that drink, and then be on my way." "What's the rush? You don't want to sit awhile and talk? You too good for us or something?" "Now boys, I have to be somewhere before dark, I'll catch you on the return trip next week, how's that?" Big dude said, "I don't think so, we want to talk now." Taking scrawny dude's shot glass, I downed the contents in one gulp, then said, "Till next week guys. See ya." As I turned from the bar to walk away, big dude grabbed the lower half of my shirt and with my momentum still carrying me forward, the buttons popped off, pulling my shirt wide open. I was standing there bare chested, my tits fully exposed to the cowboys. "Whoa, you were right Travis, those are mighty fine lookin titties. I wonder if they're as firm as they look." Scrawny dude reached for my left breast and grabbed it, squeezing tightly. I'd had enough of this shit. I knocked his arm away with one hand, and karate punched him in the nose with the other. I heard a crunching sound immediately followed by a scream, and then holding his nose, scrawny fell to the floor, writhing in pain. Blood was spraying everywhere. Big dude looked stunned, like he wasn't expecting a 5'4", 116 lb woman to fight back. Right after I met my husband, I found out he not only served in the Army during the Viet Nam war, he was a Master Sergeant in the Green Berets. He taught me some self defense moves, but encouraged me to take martial arts classes. I signed up for karate-do lessons with a Japanese master by the name of Masatoshi Nakayama, studying both the Shotokan and Goju-ryu styles of fighting and, 15 years later, I hold a 6th degree black belt in both. While he was staring at his friend on the floor, bleeding like a stuck pig, I started back peddling toward the door. I silently mouthed to the bartender I wanted him to bring the girl to my truck and he shook his head in the affirmative pointing to a back door. Big dude looked up with rage on his face, and started walking in my direction. I think he may have been growling like a rabid dog too. "You fucking bitch, we were just gonna have a little fun with you is all. Now you're gonna pay," he said. I was almost at the doorway when he charged me, like a mad bull. Taking a fighting stance, I waited until the last possible moment, then sidestepped him as he was about to tackle me, roundhouse kicking him on the side of the head. Fortunately it's true what they say about the bigger they are the harder they fall. He hit the counter by the door, knocking it and all its contents, including the cash register, to the floor. He fell on top of the glass and wooden counter, smashing it to pieces. I took this opportunity to run out the door to my truck. Unlike his friend, I knew big dude wasn't out of the fight yet. I jumped in the truck and cranked it up. Thank god it started right away, because sure enough, big dude was staggering out the saloon door, looking madder than a hornet. Spinning the wheels in reverse, I backed up all the way around the building to the rear, where the bartender was standing with the girl. Fortunately she was awake and alert. "GET IN!" I shouted. The girl got in on the passenger side, just as big dude came around the corner. He was running full throttle, and didn't have far to go. I said to the bartender, "You gonna be okay?" He pulled a large handgun out of his back pocket and said, "I'll be okay, you better git. By the way, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but you do have a nice rack there. You might want to cover them up though." I looked down and saw my boobs were still exposed. There were more pressing needs at the moment, so I decided to take the barkeep's advice and 'git'. As I started to pull away, big dude got a hand on the tailgate, and he almost hauled himself into the truck bed. We hit a rather large pot hole, and the truck took a jaw-wrenching bounce, loosening his grip. I floored the gas pedal, sending dirt and gravel flying into big dude's face. He looked like he was about to stroke out. Once we were on the highway, I felt a little more relaxed. I asked the girl her name and where she wanted to go. "My tribal name is Morning Star, my white friends call me Angela. If you'll turn right at the next intersection, that will take us to my village." "Okay. Are you alright? That was quite a punch you took on the jaw." "I'll be fine, I just have an immense headache. I saw you kick the big man. Where did you learn to fight like that?" "Oh, here and there. I've been practicing for a long time. By the way, my name is Katarina, all my friends call me Cat. Nice to meet you. So you are from the Shoshone Reservation?" "Yes, there's my house over to the left. You can pull in the driveway. What's your last name, if you don't mind me asking?" "Not at all, my married name is Wolff. I'm on my way to meet my husband in Yellowstone. Nice house by the way." Angela lived in a log and mortar home with two chimneys and quaint covered porches, front and back. A couple of German shepherd type dogs were running out to greet us. "What were you expecting, a teepee?" "Listen, I don't know what's up with the chip on your shoulder, but I didn't do anything to you other than save your ass. You don't even have to thank me, but you can at least pretend to be civilized. After I drop you off, you can go back to hating white people again." "I'm sorry if I offend you, but I've dealt with that type of prejudice all my life, so I am a little bitter. You didn't seem so thin skinned a little while ago, but from now on I'll try to be more polite and submissive for you." Ouch! She got me on that one. That's the first time I've ever been accused of being thin skinned. I'm the one who's usually being a smart ass, now here I am acting all sensitive and prissy. "Look, I'm sorry, you're right. Let's start over again okay? I'll be your friend if you'll be mine. So what do you say, Morning Star?" Angela smiled and said, "Okay Cat Wolff. Not to flog a dead horse, but, although you do have quite an impressive set of breasts, if you don't cover up soon, there are several young men in my village who will probably kidnap you if they see you like that. And it won't be just to cook them dinner. Would you like to be someone's squaw?" Laughing, I tied the shirt tails together in a knot just above my belly button because most of the buttons were gone. Then I said, "I'm already spoken for thanks. But maybe one of your cuter braves might keep me company for awhile?" "I'm pretty sure you're about to be inundated with offers to share the evening meal. So I'll go first and ask you to join me and my family for dinner? I know my brother would kill me if I didn't invite you." "I really should be on my way, it's going to get dark soon, and I don't want to drive unfamiliar mountain roads at night." "Then stay the night, we have room. It will be dark soon whether you stay for dinner or not." "Hmm, maybe you're right. Let me call my husband." I dialed Wolfie's cell phone number, and got him on the first try. "Hi honey, it's me, your favorite Cat." "Hi Cat, where are you? I thought you'd be here by now." "Well, I ran into a little trouble along the way, but I'm fine. I'm on the Wind River Indian Reservation with some new friends. I sort of saved a nice young woman from being violated by a couple of drunken cowboys." "Jeez Cat, how do you always manage to get yourself into trouble?" "Hey, I don't find trouble, it finds me! I don't know how or why. Listen, it's kind of late and I don't want to drive these mountain roads in the dark. I've been invited to stay the night right here. I'll leave at the crack of dawn, I promise. Here's the number where I'll be staying." "Okay, you're right. It's best if you don't drive at night. Joe and I are going to take the clients out into the Lamar Valley tomorrow morning to see the wolf pack. Do you remember the old renovated pioneer cabin I took you to a couple of years ago? Meet us there tomorrow evening at sundown. Love you. And behave yourself Cat." Wolfie's always telling me to behave myself. Sheesh! Turning back to Angela, I said, "Okay, all set. I'll take you up on that offer for dinner and a place to sleep tonight." Angela and I got out of the truck and were immediately assaulted by the two friendly shepherds. We went into the house, and were greeted by an old woman and a man about my age. "Grandma, Dad, this is Ms. Cat Wolff. We met in town and she gave me a ride home." "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Wolff. Thank you for bringing my daughter home safe and sound. My family is in your debt." I guess the attempted rape and resulting barroom brawl were inconsequential details Angela decided to leave out. Grandma didn't say a word; she just looked at me with the oddest stare, like she knew me but didn't want to say. I was led to a simple, but cozy bedroom, with a few Southwestern-style decorations. Angela said I could freshen up in the bathroom down the hall, and then come to the dining room for dinner in 30 minutes. Dinner was pleasant, the conversation lively. I got to meet Angela's brother Billy. He was a fine looking boy, about the same age as Angela. He kept staring at me, a silly grin on his face. When men look at me that way, I refer to them as having seizures. Angela said, "May I ask in what year you were born?" I responded, "1962, why?" "The year of the Tiger, how interesting. And what month?" "August 1st. You follow Chinese astrology?" "Wow! You're a Leo too? Now that's quite a coincidence. And your nickname is Cat. Seems you're destiny was set at birth. There are many similarities between the spirituality of my people and the mysticism of the Far East. I believe there are higher forces at work in our lives, and a select handful of people are predestined to serve the greater good of all. They're path in life is set." "I see. And what might my path be?" "I have no idea. But you have been chosen to be a warrior, for some higher purpose." I thought to myself, Me? A warrior? I don't think so. "Why do you say that?" "Because all the felines are fierce predators, silent and deadly, striking their prey without warning. And they usually hunt alone. You have fighting skills that are not typical of most women, or most men for that matter. I believe you are a warrior." "Well, I don't know about that. I can't imagine what warrior duties I might be asked to fulfill." Changing the subject, Angela's father asked, "What does your husband do?" "He's a wildlife biologist. He takes people to see wildlife in their natural habitat. His specialty is wolves." All of a sudden it got quiet. Everyone was staring at me, like I just grew horns or something. "What?" I asked. Dad said, "Your husband's last name is Wolff, and he studies wolves? What is his first name?" "Gray" Looking startled, Angela said, "You're kidding right? Is that a fake name, for business purposes?" "No, not at all. His name is Grayson, but he goes by Gray." Then Dad said, "I'm sorry please forgive us. Our people revere the wolf, it is a very powerful spirit. It seems odd for a white man to possess such a significant name and calling in life." "I'm going to the University of Montana in the fall to study to be a wildlife biologist," Billy exclaimed, breaking the tension. "Perhaps you'd like to join me and my husband this week, we're taking some people out into the mountains to see wolves and maybe bears. With your father's permission of course." "Billy may go, if he wishes. He has another month before college classes begin. It would be a good learning experience for him." "I'm going then too," Angela said, defiantly. "Ms Wolff did not invite you Angela." "She's welcome to come along. If you're both really going, you need to pack a few things tonight. Just enough to carry in one backpack each." After dinner, we were standing in my bedroom when I asked Angela if I could borrow something to sleep in. She pulled a pair of hip hugger sleep pants and a tank top out of a dresser drawer. Angela sat on the bed, apparently wanting to talk some more. I untied my shirt and slipped it off, and then I pulled my boots off, then my jeans. As I pulled the sleep pants on, my bare ass was facing Angela. "What an interesting tattoo. What is it?" She was referring to the Chinese character tattooed just above the crack of my ass. "Oh that? The man who taught me how to fight gave that to me." "The man who taught you to fight? You mean your karate instructor also does tattoos? Does the symbol mean anything?" "He was a Japanese karate-do master. He said I had to have this particular tattoo, it was my birthright or something. I just figured he was a little nutty, but a great karate teacher. I don't think it has any meaning actually, it's probably just a random letter in the Chinese alphabet." As I finished putting my jammies on, Angela began undressing. She removed all of her clothing, and then started putting on a pair of the same type of hip huggers. I had a chance to observe her body closely; she was beautiful! She was tall, and had the lithe shape of a dancer; small, firm breasts, slim waist, long legs. Her skin was smooth and flawless. I'm not normally attracted to other women, but Angela's sensuality was intoxicating. I felt a familiar tingling in my nether regions, and was momentarily concerned about staining the crotch of the borrowed pants. Angela finished dressing, and then we went out to the family room where Angela's father and brother were waiting. We chatted for awhile, and then I begged exhaustion, saying we had to get up and get going early. Billy looked crushed that I was leaving, but I gave him a wink and blew him a kiss. Angela's father was gracious, and wished me a good night's sleep. "Thank you for protecting my Morning Star today. My people owe you a debt of gratitude, as I do personally. If there is ever anything any of us can do for you, please let us know." Angela followed me back to my room, where she stood in the doorway after I entered. As I turned to wish her a good night, she walked up to me and, staring directly into my eyes, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, her mouth lingering momentarily on mine. "I also wanted to thank you for saving my life today." "Your welcome, Morning Star, it was nothing really." "It was something to me and I appreciate it. I owe you my life. I am indebted to you forever." "That's a long time, I don't know how you'd ever pay it off." "I don't know either, but I will never stop trying." "I'm just kidding Angela, you don't owe me a thing. Just be my friend." "That I will be, always." Angela then walked back to the door, closing it. It didn't dawn on me earlier that this was her room. Angela moved to the bed, pulled the covers down, and then climbed in on the right side. Cat Tales Ch. 01 "So this is your room?" I asked her. "Yes, when my Grandmother moved in with us, after my mother died, I gave her my room and I took the guest room. I hope you don't mind if we share a bed? If you do, I will understand, and I can always sleep out on the couch." "No, no I don't mind. In fact, it'll be fun, like a pajama party. I haven't done a sleepover since I was 11. Move over fatso." "Hey! Who you calling fatso, zit face." We both laughed like school girls. I climbed in on the left side of the bed, and the two of us lay side-by-side. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Angela staring at me, smiling. "What?" I asked. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking about what you said earlier, about how I would never be able to pay my debt to you." "Don't worry about it, I'll never try to collect." "I was thinking that perhaps I could pay it off, a little at a time. Would you mind if I started right now?" Before I could answer, Angela swung her leg over my waist, sitting upright on my pelvis. She looked at me with the most adoring gaze, and then lowering her face to mine, kissed me on the lips again. Only this time there was definitely tongue penetration. Angela swirled her tongue around the inside of my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. She sucked on my own tongue, drawing it into her mouth. I began my own oral expedition, rolling my tongue around hers. Angela removed her mouth from mine, and then bringing her hands up to my breasts, she pushed them both up and together. She lowered her mouth to one nipple, licking and sucking, and gently biting it. She moved over to the next one, switching back and forth between the two. At the same time she was grinding her crotch against mine. I was so turned on, I had an orgasm, and my clit wasn't even being stimulated yet! That was a first for me. "Angela, you know what my lucky number is?" "Mmm, mmm," she mumbled through a mouthful of Cat tit, indicating she did not know. "Well, my lucky number has always been 69. Want me to show you why?" "Mmm, hmm," indicating a yes, still tightly latched to my boob. I rolled Angela over onto her back, I kissed her on the mouth, then I swung my body 180 degrees, so that my head was over her crotch, and my pussy was directly above her face. I pulled her pants off, and she did the same to me. I looked back at her and said, "Eat me, pretty please?" Without hesitation, Angela began an oral assault on my pussy, much the same as she had done to my mouth. Only this time she was sucking my clit into her mouth, nibbling and biting on it, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I lowered my head to her crotch, inhaling the musky odor of the highly aroused young woman. I began kissing and licking her outer lips, slowly working my tongue between the folds of her vagina. I tasted her secretions, she was delicious. I began to fuck her with my tongue, making it stiff and pointed, jabbing at her sex over and over, until she finally climaxed. In the mean time, Angela was still chewing on my clit and before long, I had my third orgasm. I sprayed my nectar into her mouth, and I could here her gulping and swallowing, trying to get it all. Eventually, we were both satiated, having cum multiple times each. I turned back around, and lay down next to Angela, spooning my butt into her pelvis. She put her arms around me, whispering in my ear, "I love you, Cat." "I love you to Angela." We both slept soundly for the remainder of the night. The next morning, I got up just before sunrise. The house was quiet, so I slipped quietly out the back door. Standing barefoot in the middle of the back yard, I wanted to do my karate exercises, so I began the kata. After about 15 minutes, I heard a voice to my left. "So you are the warrior princess?" I turned my head and saw about six members of the Shoshone tribe standing there watching me, all men. I never even heard them approaching! Behind me, standing on the porch, were Angela, Billy, their father, and Grandma. My nipples were poking out the front of the thin material of the tank top I was wearing, due primarily to the chill morning air. "Um, sorry, are you referring to me?" "Yes. We were told of your bravery and fighting skills. The Great Spirit wishes us to welcome you as a member of our tribe. Do you accept?" I turned back to look at Angela; she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Of course I accept, it would be an honor, thank you. Do I have to do anything?" "You must receive the sign of Wolf, the great hunter. Please remove your shirt." I only hesitated for a second, then thought, what the hell? I pulled my tank top up and over my head, once again exposing my boobies to the world. The Shoshone elders approached me, one of them holding a stone cup with a red substance inside. Standing directly in front of me, he took his thumb and dipped it into the red liquid, then brought his hand to my forehead. He placed a simple cross just below my hairline, chanting unintelligibly in his native tongue. Dipping his thumb back into the cup, he then brought his hand to my chest. "You are the first woman ever to become a tribal warrior. I will now place the sign of the Great Hunter on your body." He then began to draw something on my chest. Apparently the cleavage produced by my 36D's gave him some trouble, probably distorting the image a little, but he made do. Some red paint ended up on the upper part of my tits anyway, but I couldn't see the entire thing. I guess this would be a whole lot easier on a guy's chest. "I name you, 'Cat Who Runs With Wolves'. You are now a Shoshone warrior/hunter." Angela walked over to me, holding up a mirror. The elder had drawn a nearly perfect wolf's head on my chest, despite the boobs. Billy came over to look, and stared intently at the image. At least I think he was staring at the image. Angela then handed me a button down shirt, which I put on, being careful not to smear the paint. I buttoned just a couple of lower buttons, leaving the top spread open. I wanted to wait until the paint was completely dry. The tribal elders left, but not before handing me a leather necklace with a tooth hanging from it. I was told it was the tooth from a timber wolf, found imbedded in the hip bone of an elk. It would bring me good luck, or so I was told. I finished getting dressed, putting on my hiking shorts and boots, leaving the shirt on that Angela had given me. Billy and Angela came out and placed their backpacks in the back of the truck. We all climbed in to the old pickup, with me driving, and Angela in the middle between me and Billy. Finally we were off! I headed north on Highway 287, toward the southern entrance of Yellowstone. We drove through Grand Teton National Park first, and then continued north. I was anxious to see Wolfie; I had the weirdest feeling, as if something was not quite right. When we got to the park entrance, I followed the main road for awhile, and then turned off onto a gravel road. I followed that for several miles, not once encountering another vehicle. After a few more miles, I saw a cloud of dust up ahead, coming toward us. A large dark vehicle passed us, going in the opposite direction, seemingly in a hurry. "That's odd," I said, more to myself than anyone else. "What's odd?" asked Billy. "The car that just went by; a black Crown Victoria with blacked out windows and a two-way radio antenna on the trunk. I think it might have had D.C. plates too. It's not a typical vehicle for around here, especially on this road. It was like a government vehicle, like something the FBI would use. It just seemed out-of-place." "Maybe it was a Park Ranger?" offered Angela. "Not unless they're making them with four wheel drive. I've never seen a Ranger drive anything other than an SUV or a pickup. Very odd." When we got to the cabin, the feeling that something was not right came back, even stronger this time. I parked about 50 meters away from the building, wondering why no one was coming out to greet us. As I walked towards the door, I smelled something like rotten eggs. That was propane! "Don't turn on any light switches okay? I think I smell gas." Arriving at the front door, I immediate knew my premonitions were correct. Something was wrong. The front door was partially open, and the odor of gas was getting stronger. Once inside, I saw the interior was in a shambles. Someone had ransacked the place. Billy found the source of the gas in the kitchen; someone had turned all the burners on after extinguishing the pilot lights. Billy turned all the switches off, and then began opening all the windows. Angela and I continued searching the remainder of the cabin. In the last room towards the back, we found two men hog-tied on the floor. They were Asians, probably two of the Japanese clients who hired my husband. Once we got the duct tape off their mouths, they started babbling in Japanese. Angela and I got them up and, after untying them, led them out of the house. "Billy, lets go, before there's an explosion." Billy finished opening all the windows, then came outside with the rest of us. Fortunately the Japs spoke English. "Those men are coming back, and they have automatic weapons, we must leave at once." "What men?" "The ones who tied us up, and took our colleagues and the guides away." "Whoa, wait a minute. They took the guides? You mean Gray and Joe?" "Yes, yes. We must leave at once, before they return." "Where did they take them?" "I don't know. All I know is they are in grave danger. And so are we. We must leave." Running back to the truck, we were all about to pile in, when Angela noticed the dust cloud coming our way. "Look! There's a car coming! We had to get out of here, but not by truck. We were going to have to hike it. "Take your clothes out of the backpacks, anything you don't think you'll need. Look around for supplies to take with us; flashlights, food, water bottles, jackets, only the bare minimum. We have to hike into the mountains. Hurry!" Fortunately, everyone was dressed in hiking clothes with good shoes, even the Japs. We found another backpack, and loaded all of them with as many non-perishable supplies as possible. We found two flashlights and some extra batteries, and one of the Japs found an emergency 'space' blanket, "used on all Apollo missions." I told Billy to hide the truck as best he could, and then pull the distributor wire off the engine and stick it in his pocket. The dust cloud was getting closer. Once everyone was all set, we started walking at a quick pace. I wasn't sure exactly which way was best; anywhere but there was our only choice. Billy took the lead, followed by the Japs, then Angela. I brought up the rear. We walked for about two hours, when I suggested we stop for a break. There was a small river running along the path we were following, and the water looked clean and inviting. It was hot again, close to 85 degrees, and the sky was clear. I needed to cool off, and I had spotted a small pool down stream, a short ways off to one side. It looked to be about waist deep, just enough to submerge myself. "Everyone sit and rest, and drink some water. I'm going to freshen up a bit in that pool of water over there, I'll be right back." Leaving my backpack with the others, I walked through the underbrush, finding a clearing along the bank of the river. I removed my clothing, and stepped into the cool water. It was a little on the chilly side, but felt so good at the moment. Standing in water up to my waist, I squatted down and dunked my entire body underwater, then came back up. My nipples were almost hurting, they were poking out so hard. The image of the wolf on my chest washed off, but I could still see a faint outline of the drawing. As I turned to walk back out, I saw movement in the bushes. "Billy, is that you?" "Oh, hi Cat, I didn't see you there. I was just looking for a place to pee. Sorry, I'll leave you alone." I walked up onto the bank, the warm air feeling good on my bare skin. Standing naked at the water's edge, I called to Billy. "Billy, come out here a minute, when you're finished peeing." Coming out from behind some shrubbery, Billy said, "I'm done. Wow, you look really nice . . . naked and all. I'm sorry, I'll go." "Billy, come over here." He walked back over to me and stood directly in front of me, looking nervous and uncomfortable. "Billy, were you spying on me?" "Oh god no, Cat. No way, I didn't know you were here, I swear." "Billy, I thought we were friends. Tell me the truth." "I'm really sorry, I'm so embarrassed, please don't be mad." "I'm not mad at you for spying on me, you're a healthy young man and you like to look at naked women. There's nothing wrong with that. Please don't ever lie to me Billy, that's the one thing I cannot accept. Okay?" "I promise Cat, I'll never lie to you again, ever. I always want to be your friend." "Okay then, that's settled. Now, what are we going to do about this bulge in your pants? You can't go back to the others like that." "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" Reaching down to his crotch, I lightly grabbed the tent forming on the outside of his pants, apparently due to a muscle spasm. "I'm talking about this. I'm not letting you go back with this awful swelling in your pants. Here, let me have a look." I undid his belt, then the top button, then the zipper, pulling his pants down to his ankles. I tapped first one leg, indicating he should lift it, then the other, removing his pants completely. A very impressive hard on was pushing his underwear completely away from his body. "Now these," I said, removing his briefs. Billy stood in front of me, a nice long hard cock jutting straight out from his perfect, solid Indian body. Getting down on my knees in front of him, I grabbed the shaft of his penis, stroking it gently back and forth. Using my other hand, I lightly massaged his balls. "Now let's see what we can do to make this go away." Leaning my head forward, I placed a gentle kiss on the tip, then parting my lips, I slid the entire head into my mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop. I continued to stroke the shaft and manipulate his balls. Removing the tip of his cock from my mouth, I said to Billy, "Put your hands on the back of my head and hold it in place." Following my instructions, Billy placed both of his hands on my head and pulled me towards his crotch. I went back to sucking him, taking more of his beautiful prick into my mouth. The little helmet was now down to my tonsils; Billy was slowly throat- fucking me. I played with his balls in earnest now, wanting him to cum. I was holding my breath as long as possible, pulling him out every couple of minutes to take a deep breath. Billy was moaning quietly, and I knew it wouldn't be long. Suddenly Billy stopped moving and, all at once, began flooding my mouth with his seed. I gulped and I swallowed, pumping Billy's shaft, milking every last drop of cum. Pulling his cock from my mouth, I licked him all nice and clean. "Oh god Cat, that felt so good. I think I'm in love with you." "You think? That's all? Well I love you too Billy." "Really? You do?" "We'll discuss it later. At least now you're a bit more presentable. You go back first, and then I'll join you." Billy put his clothes back on, and then headed back to the others. I walked back into the cool water and rinsed off, then went back up onto the river bank, and stood in the warm sunlight to dry off. A few minutes later, I pulled my shorts on, and then sat down on the ground to put on my hiking boots. Hearing the bushes rustling behind me again, I said, "Billy, I thought I told you to go back." "Please forgive the intrusion miss; I wonder if I could speak to you." I leapt to my feet when I heard a voice that was definitely not Billy's, my bare breasts bouncing in the breeze. "Mr. Haruki, is everyone okay?" "Yes, they are all fine. We were beginning to wonder if you were okay." "Oh I'm okay, just cooling off. I'll be done in a second." I turned my back to Mr. Haruki, his first name is Murikami I think, and started to put my shirt back on. "Where did you get that tattoo?" I thought to myself, why is everyone fascinated with my tattoo? "The guy who taught me karate gave it to me." "Do you know what it represents?" "Not really, I didn't think it was anything." "That is the samurai kanji. What was the man's name who gave it to you?" "Masatoshi Nakayama, why?" Mr. Haruki's eyes grew wide, like he'd just seen a ghost. "Kobiyashi, come quick. Down here by the river." Mr. Maru came crashing through the undergrowth, stopping beside Haruki. I'm standing there wondering why I'm still bare-chested, letting everyone come have a look at my tattoo. Kobiyashi drew his breath in loudly, saying something to Murikami in Japanese. Kobiyashi said, "Ms. Wolff, are you saying Master Nakayama put this mark on you himself; with his own hands?" "That's what I'm saying. Why?" Both men began poking and prodding my lower back and butt cheeks, and I distinctly felt a finger slide along and into my ass crack. When I turned around, both men were looking at me with awe. It's not like I haven't seen that look in men's eyes before, but this was different. I hadn't had sex with either one of them, for one thing. Then Murikami said to me, "Ms. Wolff, Masatoshi Nakayama died over one hundred years ago." "And the Samurai have not existed for almost 140 years," exclaimed Kobiyashi. I was about to dismiss all Japanese men as lunatics, when Angela's words from the night before came back to haunt me: 'you have been chosen to be a warrior, for some higher purpose'. Putting my shirt back on, I said, "All I know is, I received private instruction in karate from Master Nakayama for fifteen years, he put a tattoo on me that he said belonged to me by birthright, and he never said anything about the samurai. We need to go, let's get our stuff and get moving." From that moment on, the two Japs treated me like I was royalty. Soon the Shoshone elder's words floated through my head: 'So you are the warrior princess?' I began to think everyone was going nuts. I am no warrior, princess or otherwise! We packed up our supplies, slipped the backpacks on, and off we went. At the moment, all I could think of was Wolfie, hoping he was okay, and how I needed to find him. "Ms. Wolff, please forgive me, but where are we going?" asked Kobiyashi. Good question, I thought. We were following an old horse trail, which I was hoping would lead us to a main roadway, or at least a ranger station. The trail was overgrown and did not appear to have been used in quite some time, but it made hiking easier. And we were less likely to get lost in the backcountry if we stuck to a trail. "First of all, let's call each other by first names, mine is Cat. Second, I'm trying to get us to civilization so we can report what happened to the authorities. Since we're on the subject, what did happen back there at the cabin? Who took your associates and my husband and his friend? And why? And how come they didn't take you?" "Ms Wolff, I mean Cat, the other two Japanese men that were with us are not associates of ours. Murikami and I work for an investment firm in Tokyo. The other two men both work for a computer software company in Osaka. We never met them before this trip. Some Americans in military fatigues came into the cabin in the middle of the night pointing automatic weapons at us, and ordered your husband and his friend, along with the other two Japanese men, into waiting vehicles outside. Then we were tied up and left in the cabin with the gas on, presumably to dispose of us. That is all we know." Cat Tales Ch. 01 That might explain the black Crown Vic, I thought. But who were they? And why did they take Joe and Wolfie? Lost in thought, I didn't realize Billy was walking alongside of me. "Hi Cat, how are you doing?" "Hi Billy, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm great, thanks to you. Will you be going back to Tennessee when this is all over?" "I guess so, why?" "Oh, well I was hoping you might spend some time on the reservation, take a break, relax, learn about my people. After all, you're one of us now." 'That's true, I am aren't I? Maybe I will go back there and hang out for awhile, learn about my adopted culture, meet more people. That would be nice." "You mean you really would? Seriously?" "Of course I'm serious, it would be fun." "That would be great, I'd like that a lot." Billy walked to the back of the group, grinning from ear to ear. I just love putting a smile on men's faces. We had been walking along a high ridge, with a sheer drop off on one side. There was another ridge running parallel to the one we were on, and it came within ten feet at one point. The valley between the two is called Devil's Canyon, and the drop must be at least 500 feet. We stopped under some trees to eat. Angela sat next to me and said, "Hi Cat, can I join you?" "Of course, silly. Want something to eat?" "Just you." "Hah, you're a little perv aren't you?" "I wasn't, until I met you." "Aw, thanks. I never asked what you do, Angela?" "I have an RN license, and I'm working on getting my bachelor's degree in nursing. I want to get my master's someday, and be a nurse practitioner. I could help out with the medical needs on the reservation. We only have one doctor." "That would be great! I hope you do it." We were sitting there eating our canned peaches and chocolate bars, when all of a sudden, Billy comes running towards us. "Bear! There's a bear up ahead on the trail. I think he saw me." Before I could respond, we heard it. A bear grunting and growling, the sound just up ahead. I told Billy to be quiet, and to go get Kobi and Muri, and start walking back the way we came. I asked Angela to go with them, but she insisted on staying with me. I was trying to remember what Wolfie told me; play dead for black bears, shout and make noise for brown bears, and, oh yeah, for grizzlies, bend over and kiss your ass goodbye. Just then we saw it, lumbering towards us, a grizzly. Shit on a stick! He hadn't seen us yet, but he probably smelled the food. I left an open can of fruit on the ground and made Angela walk slowly away with me. Unfortunately, the bear looked up, staring right at us. "RUN!!" Angela and I caught up to the others and we ran as a group back down the trail. I could hear the bear snorting behind us, and the sound was getting closer. When we got to the narrow crevice separating us from the other ridge, I saw it was only a ten foot gap or maybe even less. "We have to jump across, hurry!" Without hesitation, Kobi took a running start and leaped across, followed closely by Muri. I gestured for Billy to go, but he wasn't moving. The bear was closing fast. "Billy, jump!" "I can't, without you." "Angela and I will be right behind you, now go." I was hoping the bear was too big and clumsy to jump across. Billy jumped with no difficulty. I told Angela to go next. "I can't." "What do you mean, you can't?" "I'm afraid of heights. I can't go across that, I'll fall." "Angela listen to me. You have to try, the options aren't good. Please do this for me?" "Okay, I'll try for you. I love you Cat." "And I love you too. Now get a running start and don't look down. Just look at your brother." The bear came around the last bend in the trail and was now charging right for us. Angela ran and I thought at the last second she wouldn't make it, but she did. Billy had to grab her to keep her from falling backwards. The only problem now was I knew I didn't have time to get a running start, and I wouldn't make it across without one. I found a large stick on the ground and prepared for the bear's attack. I did remember Wolfie saying to hit a bear in the nose as a last resort. The bear came at me and I swung the stick, hitting it in the cheek. That just really pissed him off. He swiped at me with one of his huge paws, raking his razor sharp claws across my upper back and shoulders, knocking me to the ground. He lumbered over to me and I thought this is the end; I'll never see Wolfie again. I managed to apply a hard kick to the bear's nose, causing him to stop his attack for a moment, but I had nowhere to go. Just as he was about to slice me up with his paws again, I heard a loud growl somewhere behind the bear. All of a sudden, a mountain lion leaped from a boulder onto the bear's back, sinking his teeth into its neck. Startled, the grizzly roared in pain, temporarily halting its attack on me, now focused on getting the huge cat off its back. The mountain lion continued its assault on the bear, which now appeared to be in a panic. Forgetting all about me, the bear made a mad dash back up the trail, with the cat still holding on. I crawled over to some bushes, the pain from the slashes getting worse. I saw the mountain lion jump off the bear, and then slowly walk back in my direction. The bear was probably a juvenile, and not experienced enough to deal with an aggressive combatant. Angela was crying, and the others were yelling and shouting, attempting to scare off the big feline. The mountain lion stopped about 20 paces from where I was sitting on the ground, and just stared at me, completely oblivious to the other humans. After staring directly into my eyes for what seemed like several minutes, the huge cat turned and walked away. I'd swear I saw an intelligence in those eyes, as if the creature knew me. Once the mountain lion was out of sight, Muri and Kobi jumped back across the ravine, coming to my aid. My whole upper body hurt, like I'd been hit by a truck. Angela wanted to come back over to help me, but I said I would go there. With Muri and Kobi on either side of me, the three of us took a running leap across the crevice. I don't think I would have made it without them holding me. The Japs were a lot stronger than they looked, and I gained a new respect for them. I laid on the rock on my stomach and Angela assessed the damage. My shirt was torn to shreds, so she removed it. Using some of our drinking water and a piece of cloth, Angela cleaned the wounds as best she could. They were not deep, and would not need stitches. She instructed Billy to tear off the lower half of her shirt, to use as a dressing. While Angela stood with her arms held over her head, Billy used a pocket knife to cut away the bottom half of her shirt. That left Angela with a rather sexy looking bare midriff, which did not go unnoticed by any of the men, including her own brother. Looking up from my vantage point on the ground, I had a clear view of Angela's small, firm breasts. She didn't wear bras either, I thought to myself, smiling. Angela applied the piece of shirt to my wounds to keep them covered and protected. She asked the men if any of them had brought an extra tee shirt. Rummaging through his pack, Muri came up with a plain white undershirt. Angela had me stand up, holding the dressing in place. A warm breeze drifted up from the canyon below, gently blowing across my bare breasts. They didn't go unnoticed either. Angela instructed me to hold my arms above my head, the way she had minutes before. She then had Muri roll up the tee shirt, and use it to hold the dressing in place. Muri stood in front of me, his face inches from my bare cleavage, and wrapped the shirt behind my back and over the dressing. He then tied the shirt in front, after making sure my nipples and as much tit flesh as possible were concealed. I looked like a contestant on that reality show, Survivor. Under other circumstances, Angela and I would have looked rather hot. Muri continued to adjust my new bandana top, pushing the material up, then down, manipulating my breasts, uncovering, then recovering each nipple, trying to get just the right look. The other three were standing there silently watching. Finally, Kobi said, "I think that's good enough Muri, perhaps we should let Cat rest a bit." As if in a dream, or maybe a seizure, Muri tore his eyes away from my tits to stare at his friend. Both of his hands were still cupping my breasts. Pointing to my chest, Kobi said, "Muri?" Muri looked back at his boob filled hands, and pulled them away as if they had suddenly become red hot. Everyone laughed, including me. "Thanks Muri, I need a smoke now. Was it good for you too?" He just looked at me, not getting the joke. I said, "Okay we need to find a safe place to spend the night. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to wrestle bears anymore." We picked up our things and started walking the new trail. Angela kept fussing and doting over me. She'd make someone a great wife someday. We came across several huge boulders piled on top of each other, and Billy was the first to notice a small opening. Squeezing through the narrow space, Billy advised there was a sort of cave inside, with no other way in or out. It was perfect, as it would be impossible for bears and mountain lions to get through the entrance. And it was covered, just in case it rained. Kobi and Muri went in search of firewood, Angela said she thought she heard running water, and asked Billy to go with her to retrieve some. I was still sore from my injury, so I lay down and immediately dozed off. I awoke to soft lips kissing my forehead and cheek. With a worried look on her face, Angela asked if I was okay. "I'm better now, thanks to you. You are one hell of an emergency medical nurse, Angela." "Thanks Cat, but I really don't have much experience. I've been in a classroom more than I've done any actual hands on nursing." "Well you can put your hands on me any time you like." Angela was about to kiss me on the lips when the guys came back in to the cave. By the time the fire was going strong, and we had eaten another spartan meal of crackers and peanut butter and chocolate bars, everyone was about ready to fall asleep. "I know everyone is tired, but I think we should take turns on guard duty, just to keep an eye on the cave entrance. If Billy wants to go first, I'll go second, then Angela, Muri and Kobi. Is that okay with everyone?" With everyone in agreement, Billy took the first watch, and sat just outside the cave entrance. It would probably get cold tonight, so I suggested the person on guard duty wrap themselves in the space blanket, and the other four sleep close together, using our combined body heat to keep each other warm. Kobi had an expensive Seiko chronograph on his wrist, and after showing everyone how to use the timer, gave it to Billy to use as an alarm clock. He would wake the next person and give it to them, and so on. Angela and I lay down facing each other, our faces practically touching. Muri lay behind me and wrapped his arms around me, and Kobi did the same to Angela. Muri's arm was resting under my breasts, which felt pretty good. Kobi had one hand cupped under one of Angela's breasts, and she didn't seem to be objecting. I felt a distinctive bulge pressing against my butt, and I wiggled my hips just to tease a little. I guess I was feeling much better. It seemed like I had just closed my eyes when I felt Billy shaking my foot. It was my turn already? I moved Muri's arm, and got up. Going outside into the chill air woke me up and I felt much better. I sat on the same rock Billy had been using, placing the blanket under my butt. Billy was standing around, shuffling his feet. "You need to get some sleep Billy, we have a lot of walking to do in the morning." "I know, I just don't think I can fall asleep right this minute. Can I stay here with you awhile?" "Of course you can. Hey how's that problem doing, the one you had earlier in the day. Still have a lot of stiffness in that muscle?" "Yeah, it's kind of back again." "Come here and let me have a look. I'll bet I can make it better." Billy stood in front of me, his waistline even with my head. I undid his pants like before, sliding them down to the ground, followed by his underwear. His cock sprang to attention right in my face. Grabbing the shaft with one hand, I slid the head into my mouth, sucking on it. I wanted to make him cum quickly, so without wasting any time, I engulfed his entire prick, bobbing my head back and forth. I grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, pulling him closer. I was deep-throating him on every stroke, sucking harder and harder. Billy began thrusting his hips, matching my head motion, and within seconds began spurting his cream down my gullet. I swallowed every drop. I love the young guys, they cum fast and hard, and make lots of tasty protein for me. I needed some anyway, to build up my strength. I cleaned Billy's cock and balls, making sure he didn't leak any jizz onto his clothes, or mine. I pulled his pants and underwear back up for him, kissing the tip of his penis one more time before zipping him up. "There, now you get some sleep. And from now on, I want you to come to me any time that muscle starts bothering you, so I can apply some Cat medicine to it. And I mean anytime, day or night, got it?" "Don't worry, I will, thanks Cat. I really love you, you know, and not just because of that. I wish . . . " "I love you to Billy, and not because of that either. You wish what?" "Never mind. Can I sleep out here with you? I won't bother you or get in your way." "Sure, lay down here on my lap." I sat on the ground and Billy lay next to me with his head on my lap. I threw the blanket over him and he fell asleep immediately. Gazing at the angelic face beneath me, my maternal instincts kicked in as I ran my fingers through his hair. Even though I knew he was well past his 18th birthday, at that moment he looked like an innocent little boy. From that day forward, I continued to receive a daily dose of Billy juice. Everyone took their turn on guard duty and shortly after sunrise, we were gathering our supplies for the day's hike. Earlier, Muri had found running water that appeared to be potable, so we filled up our empty water bottles before leaving. Angela removed my makeshift bandana top to check my wounds. She cleaned it and applied a new dressing made from another donated undershirt. This time Billy wrapped my tits back up while Angela held the dressing in place. He made sure everything was tucked away safe and sound. Such a good boy! Once everyone was ready to go, we marched off. We were hiking along another old horse trail which, under other circumstances, would have been a pleasant experience. The Rocky Mountains are beautiful and we saw some stunning panoramic views. Billy was walking up front; I think he liked being our "scout". Muri and I were walking in the middle; I think I had another new boyfriend. Kobi and Angela were bringing up the rear, engaged in an intimate conversation peppered with laughter. A budding romance perhaps? They made a nice couple, even though Kobi had about ten years on Angela. When we stopped for a midday meal, Billy went up ahead on the trail. Angela and Kobi went in search of some wild berries to eat, and Muri and I sat and rested. After about 15 minutes, I didn't hear a sound anywhere, so I told Muri he and I should go look for the other couple. A short distance off the trail, I heard running water, so we headed in that direction. We both stopped suddenly when we heard the moaning. Looking quietly through the bushes, we saw Angela leaning back on a rock, her pants off. Kobi was kneeling in front of her, eating her with enthusiasm. Standing side-by-side in the forest, Muri and I smiled at each other as we watched Kobi expertly bring Angela to a climax with his tongue. Angela then turned around and faced the rock, spreading her legs wide. Kobi dropped his pants, revealing a good size serpent, which he deftly plunged into Angela's waiting cunt. He started fucking her quickly, holding on to her hips for support. In the meantime, Muri was squirming next to me, trying to discreetly adjust a growing problem in his pants. He was attempting to be a gentleman about it, so I thought I'd let him off the hook. "Here, let me do that for you." Undoing his pants and pulling them off, I released another Japanese snake of impressive proportions. Muri was playing with my tits, pushing the bandana up and over them. I was jerking his cock with one hand while Muri began sucking on my nipples. Realizing he didn't have far to go, I didn't want to waste anything, so I dropped to my hands and knees on the ground, and crooked my finger at Muri. Talk about international sign language! Muri knelt behind me and, like his partner, plunged into my waiting cunt, which was dripping wet by now. Muri was pistoning his cock in me, using his fingers to pinch my nipples, his hands mauling my tits. I climaxed quickly and quietly, not wanting to reveal ourselves to Angela and Kobi. When it felt like Muri was close to a climax himself, I turned my head back to look at him. "Muri, come in my mouth, I need the protein." My guess was correct, because no sooner had I gotten the words out than Muri withdrew his cock and started to come around to my face. I turned and, still kneeling, received his juicy prick into my waiting mouth. He plunged forward like before, burying his dick in my mouth and down my throat. Muri grabbed the sides of my head and started up his piston again. It took no more than 30 seconds before he was shooting wad after wad of Jap spunk down my throat. I swallowed it all, cleaning his cock of all our combined juices. Once he pulled his bone from my mouth, I finished polishing the knob, licking his balls for good measure. I quietly gestured we should get dressed and get back to the trail. Looking through the bushes, we noticed Kobi had apparently just shot off a load too, and was resting his cock in the crack of Angela's ass. Angela turned around and began cleaning up their mess, licking Kobi's dick clean, sucking on the head until it was nice and shiny. Way to go girl, I thought to myself. Just as Muri and I stepped back onto the trail we heard a shout. "CAT!!!" Billy was in trouble, somewhere up the trail. Muri took off like he'd been fired out of a cannon; I was right behind him at first. But he was fast, and I'm a distance runner, not a sprinter. Muri went around a bend up ahead and I slowed down for a second, my instincts kicking in. We had only heard one shout from Billy and now I didn't hear Muri's footsteps anymore. Using more caution than Muri, I concealed myself behind trees as I approached the curve ahead. When I could see around it, I peered forward, but there was nothing. As I stepped out from behind a large cedar, I felt something placed against the back of my head. "Don't move, or I'll blow your brains out." When we both heard the sound of footsteps behind us, I took my opportunity and dropped to the ground on my chest and hands, and kicked back with both legs. I judged correctly, my feet connecting with my assailant's abdomen. He let out a loud "Oof", doubling over from the kick. I spun around onto my back and kicked again, this time into his groin. He dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. Back on my feet, I threw three quick punches in succession, all to his head and neck. He went down and didn't get back up. Just then Angela and Kobi came running up to me. I held my finger to my lips, indicating silence, and we dragged the stranger into the underbrush. He was dressed in military fatigues, but there were no patches or other markings to indicate who he represented. He definitely wasn't US Army, even though he looked American and spoke English. There was a gun lying on the ground where we had been fighting. He had been holding a 40mm auto pistol against my skull. Kobi picked it up and I told him to hang on to it. I then told them to tie and gag our friend here, and cover him up with leaves and branches.