Wilderness Wildcats

by Blizzard

The first thing Dena Monroe noticed as she awoke was the wet lump of cotton material in her mouth. She gagged and began to work her tongue, finally forcing the object from her mouth. It fell into her lap and she looked down at it, disoriented and in pain. She recognized the object as her white string bikini panties. “What happened?” she murmured aloud. She was naked save for her wool blend socks, and in a seated position against a large birch tree. Dena was wet and cold, now aware that a steady rain was falling. Her long blonde hair was soaked and plastered to her shoulders and back. She tried to move her hands, and realized her wrists were tied together behind her back. As the 5’10” 140 lb. athletic blonde squirmed and struggled to free her wrists in the darkening forest, her mind foggily recalled the events that lead to her current predicament. “Those bitches!” she cursed. Unable to free her hands, she got to her feet as pain pulsed through her shivering body. Staggering over to a piece of exposed ledge, she squatted next to it and worked her wrists back and forth against it’s sharpness. Within minutes she was free, looking down at the severed piece of rope that had bound her wrists. She grew increasingly angry as she searched the forest floor for her clothing. It would be dark soon, and she had to get dressed and out of the woods quickly. Her neck and jaw ached, and her crotch was numb with pain. She could tell by the numbness and swelling of her lip that she probably looked like something a truck had run over. But it was no truck she thought to herself as she located her bra and long sleeved Forest Service shirt. It was those two trespassing bitches she had confronted for camping in the restricted area of the forest. It was all coming back to her now as she shivered after slipping into her wet bra. She put on her shirt and reached down to begin fastening the buttons. “Damn!” she swore as she felt up and down the hem, finding all of the buttons missing. They must have been lost when that little tramp had torn off her shirt. She retrieved her skimpy and equally damp panties and pulled them on. “Oh God, that feels awful!” she said as the wet cotton clung to her toned ass. She looked around furtively and said “Where the hell are my pants and boots?”

It had been a threatening day. Dena had been hiking all day, posting new trail intersection signs in the section of the National Forest that she was assigned to manage. From the open summit of Feldspar Mountain, she could see the inclement weather approaching from the northwest. The wind was really picking up, and it was time to get down. She was on her way back to her vehicle, parked at a trailhead on the gravel Fire Access Road. The route she was taking was a little used spur trail, but it would cut some time off her loop route back to the truck. Overnight camping was prohibited in this section of the forest; there were several lean-to’s available for camping to the north and east. As she worked her way toward a small clearing bordering Copper Brook, she smelled the remnants of a campfire. Looking across the clearing, she saw a young dark haired woman packing her tent into a stuff sack. The blonde quietly approached the camper and called out when she was thirty feet from her. “Excuse me, this is a restricted area for overnight camping.” The 5’8” 138 lb. woman whirled around in surprise as Dena walked up to her. “I..uh...haven’t been here long, I was just leaving before I got soaked.” said Karla Quimby nervously. Dena glanced at the amount of ashes in the stone ring fire pit and replied “Looks to me like you’ve been here for several days. There’s a $250 fine for camping in a restricted area.” She slipped her daypack off and placed it on the ground, pulling out a violation fine booklet. “Do you have I.D. on you?” An annoyed look came across Karla’s face. “C’mon, I didn’t know this area was off limits. Can’t we work something out?” Dena stared coldly at the brunette and replied “ If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that one, I’d be retired.” The blonde began to fill out the fine, saying “Your I.D. please.”

Karla silently grabbed the walking staff that was stuck in the soft ground beside her. She clutched it with both hands as Dena looked up and warned “Hey, relax girl, you don’t want more trouble.” She cautiously stepped back and Karla swung the 4 foot wooden staff, smashing it into the blonde’s left arm. Sharp pain shot down Dena’s arm as she shrieked and stumbled to the right. “You fucking b-”. The brunette jammed the base of the staff into Dena’s belly, dropping her onto her ass as she gasped for breath. Karla lunged at her and Dena defensively kicked out her leg, catching her foe in the ankle and knocking the surprised girl to the ground. The blonde scrambled towards Karla who snapped out a kick as she lay on her side, catching Dena in the chest and laying her out. Dena knew she was in trouble, and despite the pain, had to react fast and subdue the brunette. She lunged after Karla who was crawling away from her, heading for the staff which lay 10 feet away. Dena dove for her and grasped the waistband of Karla’s windpants, desperately trying to prevent the girl from reaching the weapon. Karla’s struggling toward the staff caused her windpants to wriggle off her hips and down her thighs as Dena hung on doggedly. The blonde quickly got to her feet and grabbed a handful of the girl’s long, curly hair. She yanked the squealing brunette to her and spun her around. Karla awkwardly stumbled, her windpants caught around her ankles. She yelled as Dena’s fist smashed into her jaw, and was out cold before she slammed to the ground, face down. The blonde massaged her right hand as she looked down at Karla. She reached down and grabbed the waistband of the brunette’s red thong and yanked it up and released it, letting it snap against the girl’s waist. “Bitch!” she said as she went to her pack and pulled out a length of rope.

Dena knelt beside the unconscious girl and commenced tying her wrists behind her back with the rope. “Looks like I’ll be walking your ass out of the woods and straight to the state police barracks.” she said smiling. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” demanded a harsh voice from behind her. Dena whirled around, startled, and stood up, facing a petite short haired brunette. “Were you camping here also?” asked Dena, carefully watching the 5’1” 100 lb. girl. “What if I was - and what have you done to my friend?” asked Liz Maldonado. Dena approached Liz, stopping 6 feet from her. “I want you to come with me voluntarily, your friend is in big trouble.” Liz flushed with anger as she glanced at her bound and beaten friend. “You can’t do this!” she protested, glaring at the statuesque blonde. “I’m through messing around.” responded Dena. “If you don’t come along peacefully, you’ll end up just like her, pip-squeak.” Liz stepped back in a defensive position as the blonde took a step towards her. “Back off!” warned the little brunette. “I’m taking both of you to the authorities, c’mon, let’s-” Dena was interrupted by a vicious snapkick that ripped into her crotch. “Unnnngghhhh!” she cried as she doubled over, her hands going for her agonized pubis. Liz attacked, grabbing the tall blonde by her long mane and smashing her knee into Dena’s face. The blonde stumbled backwards, her head spinning as Liz tore open the blonde’s uniform blouse, scattering the buttons across the ground. “Look at the tits on you!” teased the brunette, glancing at Dena’s 38D’s encased in her white nylon bra. She used a leg sweep to drop the blonde to the ground, and stepped back, watching the wobbly girl struggle back to her feet. “I’m going to kick your puny ass, bitch!” snarled Dena. She threw a looping punch that Liz ducked under. “C’mon big girl, show me what you’ve got.” she taunted. The dazed blonde yelled and threw another weak punch that Liz deflected with ease. A kick to Dena’s ribcage anguished the wheezing blonde, and she was defenseless when the brunette pivoted and unleashed a devastating sidekick that landed square on her jaw. Dena toppled to the ground on her back like a felled tree and lay there semi-conscious and moaning.

Liz quickly went over to Karla who was just coming to. “You O.K., hon?” she asked as she untied her friends wrists. “Yeah, I think so.” answered Karla, rolling into a seated position as she pulled up her pants. “You stay here and rest, I’m going to finish this big bitch.” She returned to Dena who had struggled to her hands and knees and was slowly crawling toward the edge of the woods. “Where do you think you’re going, candyass?!” she asked. Dena whimpered and looked back at her as she continued crawling for the woods. “I’m going to kick your puny ass, bitch!” mocked the brunette as she buried her boot between Dena’s legs. The overwhelmed blonde cried out as she went face down, her pussy now aching from the repeated kicks. She pitifully whimpered as Liz reached under her and unfastened her pants, pulling them down over the girl’s full hips and down to her ankles. “You yanked off my friend’s pants, how do you like it?!” asked Liz. Dena sobbed as she belly crawled across the ground, her pants trailing behind her. The approaching storm released a rumble of thunder as the sky darkened and the wind picked up. Liz stomped her boot on the girl’s ass, halting her. She nastily scuffed her foot up over Dena’s ass, wedging the beaten blonde’s white cotton string bikini panties into her crack. The blonde girl got to her hands and knees and crawled. She was at a loss at what to do. Sensing security inside the treeline, she finally made it into the woods. She screamed in pain as Liz’s boot smashed into her crotch again. “This is a lesson in ass-kicking, sweetie pie.” hissed the lethal brunette, staring down at the blonde who lay curled up on her side, holding her crotch. Liz grabbed Dena by her hair and pulled the damaged girl to her knees. Dena looked up at her with a pain-wracked expression, tears rolling down her tanned cheeks. “Please.....” she whimpered. “I’ll pretend I never saw you here. Just go away and leave me alone.” She looked at Liz, searching for mercy. “Please?.....” The brunette grinned wickedly and said “Say goodnight bitch!” She sliced a chop into the base of Dena’s neck and the lights went out as the blonde crumpled to the ground.

“Stick a fork in that bitch, she’s done!” said Karla, now standing behind Liz. “I hate authority.” said Liz. “Get me blondie’s rope, would you?” she asked. Karla went into the clearing and retrieved the rope as Liz stripped off Dena’s boots, bra, blouse, and pants. Karla returned and Liz tied Dena’s wrists behind her back. The two brunette’s propped the unconscious girl up against a nearby tree in a seated position. “That will teach her.” said Karla. Liz bent down and yanked Dena’s panties off and tucked them into the blonde’s mouth. “Something to remember us by.” joked Liz as Karla laughed. Liz picked up Dena’s pants and said “Take her boots, they’re custom made. We can get good money for them.” They packed up the rest of their gear and prepared to leave. Liz took out her pocketknife and sliced holes into the seat of Dena’s pants, shredding them. She tossed them aside and the two girls made their way down the trail, leaving their demolished victim behind.

The rain cascaded down as Dena gingerly moved into the clearing, her socks soaked by the wet ground. She saw her pants and went over to them. Picking them up, she stared at the holes cut into the back of them. “Damn it!” she growled as she pulled them on, feeling their wetness and the cold air across her ass. She had to go, but where were her boots? It was going to be a tough traverse out to the truck, especially without boots. “Those bitches must have stolen my Limmer’s!” she said. As she picked her way down the trail, the blonde was somewhat relieved that she had a spare change of clothes in her truck. Her radio squelched from inside her pack. “W-3 to W-12, come in.” She pulled the radio from her pack and answered. “W-12, go.” “Dena, where the hell have you been, I’ve been trying to reach you for over an hour! The weather’s looking bad up your way.” The blonde hesitated for a second and said “I’m sorry Bill, I took a fall and I lost my radio temporarily.” She hoped that would sufficiently explain her bruises. “Are you O.K.?” asked Bill. “Some bumps and bruises, but I’ll live.” she responded. “I’ll be back at base in about an hour.” she said. “10-4, see you then. W-3 out.” Dena descended the trail, her body aching and her feet faring no better. One thing was sure, she thought to herself. She would find those two bitches, and there would be hell to pay.