My name is Julian and I am a 23 year old anthropologist with a PhD from Cambridge working on special assignment to the Ministry of Defence. So what am I doing here slogging up blooming steep slopes in the Highlands of Scotland where you can’t put one foot flat on the ground in front of the other when walking? The answer is that Major-general Warpinton has sent me to check out rumours of sightings of a wild woman living out here in the remote forests. By all accounts, some big shaggy beast of a woman has been briefly glimpsed by backpackers.

“Highly unlikely” I told him. “Scotland is hardly the wilds of Bourneo” I scoffed, amazed by how gullible some people are. “What with many villages and towns dotted around and Inverness close by and managed forests, the chances of some Scottish version of Bigfoot are extremely unlikely” I added. “Normally I would agree except that the Forestry Commission has requested our help after several rangers were attacked by whatever this thing is” the big-shot replied. Well that would make it more than fantasy caused by an excess of alcohol or magic mushrooms.

“Captain Wilson will accompany you” he added. Paul Wilson was one of those special services types but I found him to be a good down-to-earth bloke and good company. The only weapon he was allowed to take was a tranq rifle. “Can’t have you running around the Highlands with guns scaring the tourists, the Scottish Tourist Board would have a fit. That should be all you need in case it really is some escaped bear or something” the Major-general told us. As we went off to pack, Paul told me brightly “Don’t worry Julian. We don’t need any guns; these hands are all we need. Registered deadly weapons these are”. He laughed then slapped me on the back. “Cheer up mate. Think of it as a free holiday in the Highlands at the taxpayer’s expense”. Yeah that really made me feel a whole lot better.

A long boring 11 hour drive later and we arrived in at a camp site just north-west of Inverness. “I still say we could have flown” I groaned as I got out of the jeep and stretched my aching limbs while noting how chilly the biting wind was. “They don’t allow yeti women on planes” Paul quipped as he unloaded the tent. “How many times do I have to tell you, there is no yeti woman” I replied wearily. “Don’t allow them on the train either unless you want to ride freight” he added well humouredly. We’d been over this conversation on the way up. At least he had been good company.

I’ve been to Scotland a few times before on family holidays but that had always been during the summer. This was April and the mountains were still covered with snow and this year due to the unusually cold snap over the UK, the snow line was very low. The night was bitterly cold in the tent and we awoke to find it snowing- in spring! “Just be grateful that it isn’t raining. It’d be horrible trudging through the forest with it tipping down” Paul quipped. Luckily it wasn’t settling on the roads of paths so we wrapped up and set out, driving to the place where this creature was last reported. We were met by a ranger who told us that he’d only managed to get a brief glimpse of the thing as it lurked behind trees further up the hillside and threw large rocks down at him. At least he didn’t think it was a bear.

The forest track was very bumpy as it wound its way up the hill side with tall pines on either side blocking out much of the view. That was apart from a few areas where they had cleared the trees which looked like a waste land. After many long arse-aching, teeth-rattling minutes, Paul stopped the jeep and killed the engine. “This is as far as we can drive. From here on we walk, thatta way” he pointed up the steep slope of the hill side leading up from the side of the track into the deep gloom of closely spaced pines.

And walk we did, uphill over rough terrain moving far away from the track and into the darkness caused by the close space tall pines with heavy backpacks. This was the kind of terrain where it takes nearly an hour to cover a single mile. I thought I was pretty fit, playing squash and other sports regularly but soon I was puffing and panting like a steam train and my feet were aching and throbbing. It wasn’t until several hours later when following a snack break and the chance to down some energy drinks that I spotted a small makeshift animal trap. “What animals?” Paul remarked. We’d seen nothing whatsoever apart from a few birds with only a few nibbled pinecones to indicate the existence of mythical red squirrel.

Upon closer examination of the area, we discovered a faint trail close by and a footprint in the thin peaty soil. “Do yeti women wear size 10 walking boots?” Paul asked mockingly. “I told you, there’s no such thing. Not in the UK at least” I replied. “Well someone’s been up here” he said. Now confident that this was some human recluse, we followed the faint trail through the dark oppressive shadows for several more painfully uphill miles until Paul sudden came close and whispered “We’re being watched”. The way he said and I knew that he was serious. “Where?” I whispered back. “Don’t look but I’m seeing movement about 300 metres further up the bank. Can’t make it out, keeps darting behind the trees” he told me quietly. “Human or what?” I felt silly for saying it as soon as the words left my mouth. “Wearing climbing boots, what do you think?” Paul replied with sarcasm. “We need to surround it, capture it” I urged. “They’ve got the advantage. If we try running up there we’d be knackered and they’d be long gone” he replied. “I can make out a sort of small gorge up ahead where the ridge line comes down. They will have to come down here to cross. We’ll get them there”.

In the event, we didn’t need to for the creature got the drop on us. One moment we were walking along towards the gully where we could hear a falling stream which we would need to cross, the next this furry thing leapt down upon us from the undergrowth on the bank above us. Paul whirled around, reacting fast but he’d been caught off-guard. The powerfully built shaggy creature swung a fist making contact with Paul’s jaw in a solid crunch. BLAM! It landed right in the middle of his face and his whole body seemed to come off the ground and hurtle backwards. As he hit the ground he rolled and came back up to his feet, although he looked slightly dazed from the blow.

I could now see that the beast was in fact a woman, a rather ugly one at that with a large long broad ruddy face and long black unkempt hair. She was about 5 foot 8 but was very heavily built making her seem squat and wide. Her mouth was wide with large prominent buck teeth and high cheek bones and a shallow chin. A large long nose ran up the middle of her face, either side of which were piercing grey eyes with thick bags beneath and thick black eyebrows above. Her complexion was rough and ruddy and I guessed that she was in her late 40’s to mid 50’s. Clad with a crude light brown-red fur coat that reminded me of Highland cow below which she wore thick dark green leggings and climbing boots.

Paul came at the woman like a grappler, clearly intending to take her down without harm. Swaying back and forth, he faced her off although she showed no sign of concern. He lunged at her. That shaggy coat made her look seriously overweight so I was totally shocked when she moved like lightning, catching his wrist while a short thick leg kicked up horizontally and blasted his jaw with the sole of her boot BLAM!. The very next second I was stunned as this heavy bulky looking woman whipped up a really thick heavy looking leg higher than her head, blasting Paul’s jaw hard again like a rocket. He looked completely dazed as his head flew back in a spray of blood. With incredible speed and flexibility, her thick knee shot up high hammering him solidly in the gut so hard that he was bodily lifted clean from the ground while he rode her knee to chest height on his gut. His face was contorted in a mask of sheer pain, his breath being cruelly smashed out of him.

Still the she-thing hadn’t finished with him. Spinning quickly and more nimbly than her bulk implied, a short extremely thick leg shot out smashing the sole of her boot into middle of Paul’s face. I watched in horror as his legs buckled. Again, in the blink of an eye, the ugly shaggy woman kicked a thick heavy looking leg. It rose swiftly with great flexibly and the toes of her boot struck the special services man went straight under his chin and clubbed hard at the side of his neck. WHAP! It was a loud terrible sound. Paul’s face spasmed in painful shock and for a second his whole body stiffened before he collapsed limply to the forest floor out cold. In a few terrible seconds, this beast of a woman had completely taken out a highly trained special services soldier.

As Paul hit the ground, the shaggy woman turned to face me, in those furs she looked huge but squat but her face was unquestionably that of a woman. A chilling wide toothy smile spread upon her face. It looked almost predatory. What should I do? I couldn’t leave Paul but then I wasn’t a fighter and couldn’t bring myself to hit a woman either. I’m not a soldier, I’m a scientist. Paul was Special Forces and look at how quickly she had beaten him. Hooking her finger she beckoned to me to come closer with a toothy maniacal grin upon her lips. That was it, before I realised what I doing I had turned to run and immediately wished that I hadn’t. It was all uphill and with the tall pines blocking out the sun, roots and stones were a serious tripping hazard which could result in a broken ankle. Heavy footsteps running behind me and gaining on me told me I couldn’t outrun her. Reluctantly I turned to face her. “What do you want?” I yelled. “Leave me alone”.

As she ran up the hillside towards me with excitement showing on her face, I couldn’t help but notice how the front of her fur coat bounced away alarmingly like she had two wild rabbits up there trying to escape. Despite my predicament I couldn’t help think how enormously stacked and low-slung this wild fierce woman was as her front bounced around as she ran. I have to admit that I am a bit of a breast-man and these were the biggest pair that I’d ever seen. Clearly a massive double fronted weight was lurching around so much that the shaggy woman had to hold her hands over the top of her obviously ample breasts to enable her to run up the wooded hill side after me. Encumbered as she was, the squat unattractive woman ran surefooted over treacherous sloping forest floor and showing no signs of breathlessness.

As she closed on me, she looked scary and fierce. Remembering how quickly and brutally she’d taken out Paul, I didn’t fancy my chances unarmed. Looking around in desperation, I spotted a hefty fallen branch close by and quickly scooped it up. Almost upon me, I swung it manically at her head. It was a desperate cowardly act but she was clearly dangerous. I was horrified as her palm rose in a blur and blocked it, knocking it away with the heel of her hand.

Disarmed, I looked at the wild woman in fear. She just looked back with a knowing terrifying smile. What I didn’t expect was for her to turn her torso slightly away from me giving me full view of the awesome wide low-slung slopes of her chest which she emphasised by outlining them with her large rough hands while running her tongue seductively around her slightly parted lips. Oh God, she’s coming on to me.

Note to self; don’t gawp at a woman’s huge bust when she is attacking you. “Yah!” she yelled suddenly making me jump as her hand lashed out in a blur. Purely by luck I somehow managed to catch her hand but she was a lot faster in her reactions than I expected and her other hand streaked towards my face. SLAP! A large hand slapped me very hard across my ear with her palm. “Ouch!” I cried out. With my cheek and ear burning, my face whipped from one side to the other with all sound gone from that side apart from a loud ringing. All I saw was a brief glimpse of movement out of the side of my vision as she drew back her palm. “Yah!” she yelled loudly again making me jump once more as a blur shot towards my face. BLAM! Her palm hammered me right on the jaw jack-knifing my head back. My senses reeling, I sensed her step real close.

Large hands slapped down upon my shoulders with such weight that my legs sagged. With dread, I sensed her drive her thick knee between my legs and right up into my groin. BLAM! “Ooooooo!” I squealed like a pig as my nuts was swallowed by a dreadful agonising pain.

BLAM! “Ouch!” my agony was interrupted as the sole of her slammed viscously into the side of my knee. It gave way instantly and I crumpled to my knees upon the forest floor with terrible aching pain in my groin, ringing in ear and an aching jaw. I looked up as a shadow loomed over me in the gloom of the surrounding trees to see the squat bulky buxom wild woman with a malicious glint in her eyes. “No!” I cried in terror as raised her hefty knee. I think I screamed as the sole of her shoe shot towards my face. BLAM! A sharp explosion of pain then everything went dark.

I came around to find the whole world bumping and shaking all around me. As my senses cleared and saw a shaggy reddish brown fur coat beneath me, I realised that I had been slung over the extremely wide shoulder of the wild woman who attacked me. I now had a shaky close-up view looking down her exceptionally wide back towards the forest floor whilst she trudged through it. I could hear no signs of exertion coming from her as she carried me which somehow made me feel all the more weak and helpless. “Oi! Put me down” I shouted but I got no reply, she just kept on trudging like a pack horse.

I don’t know how far she had been carrying me before I came around but she seemed to carry me for miles. I found it easier to shut my eyes, rather than feel nauseous with the continually shaky view from her back. When I did look, all I saw was the shaggy fur coat covering a very broad squat back and a very amply spread backside not far below. “What do you want with me?” I cried but again got no answer. Why had she left Paul? I hope he was alright.

With my groin pressing against the front of her shoulder, I felt each step remotely. There was nothing that I could do. Her strength and stamina to carry me so far made me feel so weak. Yet I knew that this was no wild beast but a woman, a very strong mature woman who was carrying me with ease and who had overwhelmed a Special Forces man. Certainly she was a woman who was a whole lot stronger than I was and strangely my dick began to grow stiff at the thought. I’ve never had an erection because of a strong woman before but then again I’d never had quite so close an encounter before. It grew stiffer with every step, I just couldn’t stop it. She wasn’t even attractive, quite the opposite in fact. Yet every bump of my groin against the front of her broad shoulder made it harder.

Eventually we arrived in a clearing deep in the heart of the forest where no-one goes. As the shaggy woman dropped me to my feet, I had a chance to take a good look at my captor. Definitely not a yeti but a squat wide looking mature woman faced me with a rough ruddy face that had been tanned through outdoor exposure and a figure that looked heavily overweight. I was surprised that someone that fat had been strong enough to carry me all that way and able to fight a trained soldier. I glanced around at my surroundings. The clearing was quite small and close to an outcrop of rock that formed a natural curving cliff which enclosed most of it. Up against the cliff under a wide overhang, making it impossible to spot from the air, was a crude wooden shelter constructed from tree trunks and roofed with bracken. It didn’t look finished.