Chapter 1

Susan smiled sweetly at the burly man and thanked him for his kindness, then turned and casually walked down the squared logs cleverly set to serve as the veranda steps to the lodge. The sweet spicy odor of the vast evergreen spruce forest scented the air, almost tangible in its presence. Walking along the forest path bordering the remote lake she concentrated on carrying her head and shoulders straight and tried to control the sway of her hips. Arriving at the cabin she and her husband Tommy had rented for the month she opened the rough slab wooden door, striving to look the untouchable princess as she entered.

Once inside she stamped her feet like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum and flung her daypack across the room where it hit the wall and fell with a thump.

"God Damn it to HELL!" she bit out into the empty room. "Why here! Why now! Why does it have to be in that creeps hunting camp!"

'The Creep', had just told her, with an 'I know something you don't know' smirk on his face, that her husband Tommy had been suddenly called out to civilization. Susan had taken a couple hours to herself on this month long idyll into the North Woods. On her return from that magical walk to an enchanted waterfall he had caught her walking past the lodge on her way to the cabin. While she had been on that lovely lonely stroll up to the falls he explained the plane had arrived, the only physical connection this remote Canadian lake had with civilization. It landed just half an hour after a frantic radio message was received calling Tommy back to his responsibilities. Her husband had tried to get them to wait until she was back, but after forty-five minutes the pilot insisted on lifting off. It had been another hour before her return and she hadn't even heard the plane where she was in that isolated canyon.

The radio and the airplane were the only contact here they had with the outside world. She couldn't even telephone her love!

Randy the Creep had passed on Tommy's message. Her husband would be back early next week. It was Sunday, and she was going to be stuck here in paradise without her husband at least seven days. At least it had been paradise when he was here.

Her only company would be Randy The Creep and his weird wife. Two decidedly unattractive people. She hadn't had a dozen words with Betty, the wife, in the week they had been here on this extended and deserved vacation. You'd think a woman stuck alone out here would want to talk to another woman, but she couldn't even get Betty to discuss the weather.

She wished she had the same problem with Betty's husband. He seemed to be everywhere she went, ogling her and making suggestive remarks. And he always wore a hateful, superior smirk on his face that she wanted to wipe off with a frying pan.

Susan shivered, remembering the evening two nights ago when Tommy and she were returning hand in hand from a late evening stroll. Coming by the lodge they had heard Betty yelling, "Get off me, OFF you randy fool. I don't want it tonight! Stop it! STOP it!"

They had stood statue still, wondering what they should do until they heard the bedsprings. Susan had found herself staring at the lodge as the rhythm of the springs started slow, loud and somehow insistent. Tommy and she seemed to be frozen in place, listening. Soon the springs rhythmic spranging sped up, to be joined by a thumping Tommy later explained was the bed's headboard banging against the wall. She could hardly believe it now, but they had stood listening for a full twenty minutes before they heard a man's voice roaring from the lodge, followed immediately with a woman's impassioned scream; then the sounds had stopped.

Just as they began moving back to their own cabin they heard Betty, "Hope you're satisfied, you fucking old fool!"

And then Randy's voice, "Enough for tonight woman, be ready in the morning."

Giggling she and her husband had run to their cabin like teenagers afraid of getting caught. Tommy had made his gentle love to her that night, welcome as always and wonderful as always. He was slow, never insisting just bringing her along on the adventure. His touches always sent small chills through her body. Finishing together as usual she relaxed beside him, holding her open palm on his chest as he fell asleep. She had lain beside him and slowly found her thoughts turning to what it would be like with a crude, demanding and uncouth animal like Randy. She had shivered, with a strange little lump making itself known in her lower belly. Susan had been confused about the meaning of the shiver.

She just wished Randy wasn't always ogling her. She wasn't unaccustomed to men looking her over, but somehow his stares seemed different. He gave her a real bad case of the heeby-jeebys.

Susan had occasionally wondered what it would be like to have a conqueror like Randy. A man she couldn't refuse, demanding she spread her legs, to open herself to him. To have a big bull of a man then rut into her, paying attention only to his wants, ignoring her except as a wet hole to wrap around his cock and spill his cum into. What would it be like to be taken as a thing, as only a warm wet place to stick a cock? She shuddered again, remembering Randy.

Well, in any case Tommy would be here for the last two weeks of their month long retreat. It would be lonely without him but she certainly had nothing to fear. She just wondered how she would amuse herself without Tommy being there.

Susan trudged over to the lodge for lunch, which turned out to be nothing special. Betty was a good cook, if nothing else. But all she had done for lunch was heat some soup out of a can. The meal fit right in with Susan's blues after loosing Tommy for a week. The good part considering the lack of conversation and her blues was a carafe of wine. Betty had been very solicitous and kept filling her glass. It was surprisingly good wine, and Susan felt much more relaxed after the meal.

After lunch however, things picked up. Randy asked if she remembered the trip up the lake that he had promised them. When Susan admitted she didn't Randy rubbed his hands and chuckled. "If yu liked that walk this mornin', yu're gonna love this. Betty can't cum 'cause she's gotta watch the radio. An she's mad boot thet. But c'mon, les' go!" And he hustled her down to the dock and into the boat.

The boat trip up the lake was spectacular. Lake Cuknwallet, or some such unpronounceable name, was lying between two mountains, which made it scary to fly into. Down here the crags and heavily forested slopes made Susan feel both insignificant and strong. The scenery was almost enough to make her forget she was alone for the next week.

It was only a twenty-minute boat trip to the head of the little lake where Randy carefully nosed the little boat into the mouth of a surprisingly big stream emptying into the lake. Helping her ashore, Randy took her hand to assist her over and through a jumble of huge boulders that had come down from the mountain above them. The route was treacherous enough that Susan was thankful for the hand. Once they were clear of the rockslide Randy set a fast pace. At the rate they were hiking his helping hand was needed and it never occurred to Susan to take back her hand. The wilderness around her was daunting enough that she welcomed even his help.

After picking the way through the boulders, the way led across a steep hillside in deep forest. They had been walking almost an hour when Susan became aware of a scary roar, a thunderous sound coming from just over a little rise in front of them. The volume seemed to increase with every step they took.

Susan was wishing she had worn heavier, warmer clothes. It was chilly in the deep woods and the lightweight yellow nylon top wasn't giving off much heat. It was a little embarrassing, too. Her breasts were nice according to Tommy, but not really big; what were really big at the moment were her nipples. She snuck a look down and they were standing proud and perky, poking out the front of her bra. As they walked the ground got steeper and steeper.

Struggling up the last few feet of the sharp rise, Randy stepped ahead of her to the top. Reaching back he took her hand again and in a sudden heave pulled her up beside him and pushed her a to the edge of a frighteningly steep and sudden drop.

The first thing she was aware of was the noise. It was impossible to speak, you couldn't shout over the sound that just exploded around her. The next thing was the large stream they had been following. As they walked they had been moving up hill from it, but following its course. She was now looking straight across at the stream. It was falling from above her; falling, tumbling roaring over the edge of a cliff that must have been two hundred feet high, and it was almost within arms reach. Susan was stunned by the thunderous din, awed by the spectacular leap and crash of the river falling over the edge, terrified by its boil and roiling in the pool below. It was moments before she was aware that she was being soaked to the skin by the water whipped off the falling river.

Every inch of her was dripping wet, and the icy water she was so cold she was shuddering. Yet she couldn't break away from the spectacle. The spray torn from the water plunging down the cliff was almost solid and freezing cold in the high mountain air of this Canadian wilderness.

They stood together, immobilized by the most awesome sight she had ever seen, stupefied by the thunder of the falls. Other waterfalls were larger, higher, bigger but on no other were you thrust to stand in the center of nature's show. Always before she had wanted to step back to better drink in the sights. Here you were part of it the cataclysmic scene.