Sex-crazed stallion

CHAPTER FOUR

"I'm telling you, this fucking ledge was bigger when we were climbing up it!"

Johnny Talbert was suddenly no longer kidding about being scared of heights. From where he stood, which was on about five inches of none-too-solid looking rock, he had very good reason to be scared.

It was like he'd explained to Rod the night before over the campfire.

"It's not the idea of being up high in and of itself that gets me nervous, but I keep having this problem with gravity."

Right now, he felt gravity tugging persistently at his heels and it was really getting him into a state.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you, don't look down."

"Well how the fuck am I going to see where I'm putting my feet!?"

"You don't think about it, you just do it."

Rod stood on much firmer ground, having just crossed the ten or fifteen feet of questionable ledge that now had Johnny so worried.

"Are you sure this is the way we climbed up?"

"Will you stop talking and just come on. Look, even if you do fall, you probably won't be killed. We're almost down."

"Yeah, but we're not down yet and that's a nasty fall."

"You aren't going to fall. Do you hear me? You aren't going to fall."

"All right, all right, just leave me alone. I'll make this in my own way."

He closed his eyes for a second and took a couple of deep breaths, thought about all the good things he'd done in his life, took a moment to regret some of the things he'd never gotten around to doing, then realizing that the time for fun and games was over, he stepped out onto the ledge… and felt it hold him securely.

"Very good, very good," coaxed Rod, not without a touch of sarcasm. This sort of thing always happened and even though Johnny was half bullshit, half of him was genuinely afraid of climbing like this. Nonetheless, he kept plugging away, and thus far none of his fears had come to pass.

He took a careful step, then another, found himself halfway across the distance that had separated the two of them, found his confidence growing as he got closer and closer…

Suddenly he screamed. The rock gave way, just a small portion of it, but enough to throw him off balance.

Rod stared, dumbstruck, so shocked that his friend's imagined scenario was actually coming to life that the brief moment when he might have reached out his hand to give some support passed. Johnny teetered crazily on the ledge for a second or two more, and then, hands grasping futilely at the air, he toppled over the side.

"Johnny!" Rod screamed, but it was too late. He stared in horror as his friend plummeted about ten feet through the air, then met with the side of the chimney rock as it sloped outward towards the ground. Rod could see that Johnny's leg hit the rock at a weird angle and twisted underneath him in a manner that no human bone should have been forced to endure. Johnny let out another scream and started to slide down the slope of the rock, coming to rest finally against a section jutting out about six feet from the main wall of the rock. A trail of small pebbles, dirt, larger rocks and sand followed, collecting in a small drift against his back. He didn't move.

It had taken perhaps ten seconds, if that long. It had seemed like years to Rod, watching it unfold as if in slow motion. Every minute fragment of the scene was already indelibly burned into his brain. He searched now for a foothold to climb down. He refused to consider the possibilities. All he knew was that Johnny still hadn't moved.

Half climbing, half sliding, he was at his friend's side in a matter of seconds.

"Johnny, Johnny! Are you all right?"

He was afraid to move him, even to pull his shoulder around to get a look at his face.

In his mind, he flipped back through the pages of every first aid manual he'd ever read. What was the first thing to do?

Well first, you don't move him in case there's some injury to the neck or spine. But then, what? He looked closely at the angle Johnny's neck made with the line of his shoulders. Not too acute. Well, that was good.

He touched him on his side, and called his name again.

Johnny moaned.

"Hot damn. I knew you weren't dead."

His body stirred, as if moving in quickly hardening cement and he let out a groan of pain.

"My leg," he murmured. "It feels real strange. I think it's broken."

"Ok, just hang on. How does the rest of you feel? Can you feel your body?"

"I don't know," he said, his voice scarcely audible. "Where is it?"

"Asshole," Rod muttered. "Tell me, can you feel this?"

He began to probe with his fingers, first along Johnny's arms, then down his back and legs. Each time his fingers made contact, Johnny's face contorted into a grimace of pain.

"Well, that's encouraging. I think it's safe to turn you around. Here, I'm going to roll you over. Be careful of your leg."

"You be careful of it dammit!!"

Rod slipped his hands underneath Johnny's armpits, lifted him up as easily as he could and slowly turned him over on his back, at the same time trying to pull him away from the barrier that had broken his fall, pull him backwards to let his leg stretch out straight.

That was a mistake, as Johnny's agonized shriek of pain affirmed very fast.

"No, God no, it hurts!!"

"Well look," said Rod, still supporting him by his shoulders, "I've got to get you where I can look at that leg. If it's broken bad, I'll have to set it."

Johnny's eyes got wide with panic. "You don't know what you're doing. You'll kill me you fool."

"Keep it up and I'll leave your worthless ass right up here so the buzzards can pluck your carcass clean. So don't give me any shit."

He let Johnny settle back onto the ground. He noticed the color draining from his cheeks, his lips were slowly turning the color of chalk, and he was beginning to shiver.

"Fuck, you're going into shock."

"No, I'm all right. My leg's just hurting pretty bad," he said thickly.

Rod looked at him just a moment longer, feeling more and more helpless all the time.

Finally, he knew he had to act.

"Look, I've got to do something with that leg. I have to see how bad it is. Do you think you can get out of your pants."

"Are you crazy? Look how the damn thing's twisted. Oh shit, it's really starting to hurt real bad."

"All right, just keep your cool. I'm going down further to look for something to use as splints."

Johnny said nothing. It took about fifteen minutes to locate to branches that were sufficiently straight and of suitable length, and by the time Rod got back, Johnny was looking pretty groggy.

"Johnny my boy, I hate to say it, but this is going to hurt pretty bad."

Johnny gave a resigned wave of his hand.

"Come on, at least get out of this back pack. We can use it as a pillow."

He finally had him as comfortable as possible. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, counted to ten, realized that he really didn't know too much about how to set a leg, but he had seen it done. The trick was to get the pieces in some kind of alignment. The catch was, when the two broken ends touched, Johnny would go out of his skull. Too bad he couldn't have passed out.

Best get it over with quick. Rod grabbed Johnny's ankle and started to pull back, hard. Johnny screamed again predictably, but suddenly Rod felt something sort of go pop, and the leg straightened out, almost looking normal again. Johnny lay against the backpack, shivering, unable to talk or do anything except shake in pain.

Then Rod lashed the branches to the leg as tightly as he could, managing to fashion a fairly sturdy support. The leg wouldn't bend, at least not very much, unless it was really forced.

Now, the trick would be to get Johnny off the rock, and to someplace where he might rest, without forcing that leg to bend. It didn't seem too likely a prospect.

"I don't know what we're going to do man. You can't move. That's obvious. We're fucking stuck."

"What about that house we saw?" suggested Johnny. "There was someone there. We saw smoke, right?"

"Yeah… I guess it was about three miles off. I guess. I really can't tell distance from that high up."

Johnny was making an effort to be light hearted, but beads of sweat dotted his brow, and he couldn't talk without labored breathing. It was obvious that he was in pain.

"Look, I don't want to be pushy or anything, but I sure as hell can't stay up here for very long. They'll probably have a phone or something."

"What are you talking about? It's been fifty miles since we saw a telephone line. Not since we were driving up here."

"Well then you come up with a better idea!! Look man, I'm hurting, you understand?"

"All right, all right, you made your point."

Rod hopped up, dug into his back pack and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. Johnny's face looked like he had seen the Lord Jesus himself.

"Praise God and pass me that bitch!" he said, showing the first signs that his damage wasn't permanent.

"I brought this along thinking we might need it."

"You have foresight my man, I doff my hat."

"You don't have a hat."

"I know. I have a hurt. Give me that."

He reached for the bottle and downed a big gulp.

"Hey, easy, you're still going to have to get out of here under your own power you know?"

"Shut up. I'm in pain. Wasn't there someplace you had to be?"

Realizing there was nothing else he could do, Rod hurried down the remaining slope, first making sure that he had his directions straight. Once on the forest floor, he'd just have to follow his nose, and it would certainly help matters if he had it pointed in the right direction in the first place.

As he hiked on, he noticed that the sun was starting to get lower in the sky, easing on into the afternoon. Fortunately, it was warming up still these days… that was good. He'd have hated to leave Johnny up there in the freezing cold, as foul as he already was.

Shit, he thought. Really fucks up a good trip. That was too bad too, because they both spent a couple of months planning these excursions. One of the main objectives of their research was to locate areas that were unquestionably primitive. No human life of any sort. How fortunate that they just happened to be near what might have been the only living beings for miles around.

He wondered again who would live here, in such seclusion that not even the rangers knew about them. What if they value their privacy so much they do me in, he wondered. What if they refuse to help. What if…!

He heard something. It was… it was a galloping horse! What the fuck?! And if his ears were any judge, it was getting closer and coming right towards him. Coming, it seemed, right through the trees.

Rod looked for a trail, for there had to be one for a horse to be galloping that fast, but all he could see was dense underbrush and tall pines growing so close together there couldn't possibly be room for a horse to open up.

He listened again, heard the sound of the pounding hooves getting closer, closer… he saw it!

Through the trees, a swiftly moving shape, tearing through the woods, from where he was standing, tearing through what seemed to be the same dense forest undergrowth he was struggling to get through.

He saw it only for a second, it was there and then it was gone. He shouted, loud, shouted again even louder, but whoever it had been riding it didn't hear, or at least didn't slow down a bit.

Was he dreaming? No, it couldn't be. But it certainly had looked like… Well, he had seen long blonde hair. That much he was certain of. A girl! But… well, he couldn't be sure, but whatever she'd been wearing certainly had been heavy on the flesh tones. As a matter of fact… but no, that was impossible. Wasn't it.

He reached the trail, which was invisible until you were right on top of it, and started to trot off in the direction that he'd seen the horse and rider disappear.

Had she really been riding that horse through the forest naked? Was he dreaming? Maybe he was the one who had fallen instead of Johnny, and this was the start of a long bout of hallucinations and delirium.

Then again, maybe his eyes had seen what they thought they'd seen, which was a fucking vision riding naked and bareback through the forest! Stranger things had happened, and he'd known that for years, yes indeed, in fact, he'd covered some of the stories himself. After ten years as a news reporter, he was ready to believe just about anything.

Still… it did strain the imagination just a little bit.

He was aware that it would soon be late in the afternoon, and if he wanted to be able to even find Johnny again, he was going to have to make better time than he was making now. Damn! If only he'd been about a minute earlier, he could have flagged that fucking horse.

He was trotting now. The trail sloped slowly downward and it required little exertion. Even so, he had to admit that he still wasn't all that well oriented as to exactly which direction he was supposed to be going in. Best to just keep the sun at about a forty-five degree angle to his left shoulder… allowing, of course for the fact that it was steadily sinking. And the day was waning.

He stopped, shocked. The forest ended. It was like someone had taken a huge blade and with one smooth swipe, felled every tree in sight.

That, however, was the least amazing sight that greeted his eyes.

For in the center of the field stood the horse he'd just seen racing through the forest. And his eyes hadn't deceived him. She stood in front of the animal, hands stroking his face, talking to him, rubbing her face against his… she was naked.

And she was perhaps the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Most immediately striking was her hair. It flowed down her back like a waterfall lit by the first rays of dawn, reaching halfway down the tight round cheeks of her incredibly cute ass.

Then she turned so that her front was visible to him. His breath was taken away by the sight. Perfectly smooth flat belly, hips curving seductively into slim thighs, thick patch of silken blonde pubic hair… and breasts you'd kill to get your hands on. Rod couldn't recall seeing breasts that were so big and at the same time so tight and firm, jutting straight out from her body at nearly a 90 degree angle.

But what finally held him captivated was the way she was acting towards the animal in front of her. It was almost as though she were seducing the thing.

To be sure, it was a magnificent steed, with all the style and form of the finest show horse. But there was something in the way she held herself close to it, actually rubbing her body against it, rubbing in a decidedly lewd manner…

She hopped up on his back with a single motion. He was still stunned by her appearance. A woman like that could fuel wet dream for years, he thought.

Then it started. She leaned forward, pressing her body against him, starting a slow rolling movement with her hips against his back, rubbing herself against him… rubbing her pussy into him. That's the only explanation he could think of. She was masturbating herself against the horse, and now she had him break into a slow trot, and the rolling movement of her hips matched the rhythm of his gait perfectly.

She was making love to a fucking horse! What a waste. He wanted to call out to her, but was afraid now that she'd gotten into this thing with the horse, it would prove too embarrassing for her. And he needed this horse. No doubt about it. He had to play this right, because vision or not, Johnny was still back on that damn rock with a hurt leg and probably drunk out of his skull by now, which meant that he'd be feeling no pain but he'd also be vulnerable as hell and totally helpless once night fell.

She was really getting herself off now and he could actually hear her soft moans on the clear air. She pressed her breasts into the back of his high neck and crushed her hips and her pussy against his back, kicking him all the while into a faster and faster gait, finally spilling into a full gallop, circling the field again and again, each time coming closer and closer to where he stood hiding and watching in fascination.

He got a good look at her face that last time she passed by him, and what he was saw the face of a woman in utter ecstasy. She seemed to be aware of herself and the animal she was riding, and that was about it. Nothing else seemed to exist for her.

Faster and faster she drove him, harder and harder until, even from across the field, it was obvious that she was being shaken to the center of her bones by a orgasm he'd have given anything to have taken part in.

She gripped the horse's neck and dug her knees into his sides and finally, confused by the lack of coherence in her signals, the animal just trotted to a halt, waiting while she spent herself on him, writhing like a puppet on a string.

Rod was amazed. He had no idea how long he'd been watching her, so caught up in the entire experience was he. She was gorgeous. She was also weird. But she could also be Johnny's salvation.

But how to approach her?

She was getting down now… no, she wasn't after all. She was simply turning around on his back, leaning her back against the slope of the horse's neck, looking quite relaxed and comfortable, legs spread…

She began to finger herself.

No, thought Rod, this was too much. He couldn't stand to watch this beautiful woman go through another orgasm. It was torture. He was suddenly aware of how hard his cock had gotten, and while he watched her, he had no choice but to pull it out and start to stroke it. His balls had filled during her first performance and there was no way he could last through a second without letting off a little steam.

He wondered, should he approach her? No, that would just scare her off. Best keep it safe.

She had her finger at her clitoris now, he could see her body squirming beneath her hand, writhing against the back of the passive steed she had just ridden to orgasm.

Suddenly, Rod felt his balls explode, and wad after wad of thick white cum spurted from the head of his cock.

Well, that felt better, though not half as good as if he'd been shooting into that sweet pussy.

Damn, he thought, was she going to make herself come forever. At this rate he'd never get a chance to approach her.

But finally she seemed to be momentarily satiated. He saw her body visibly sag back into the contours of the horse's back as the post-orgasmic bliss struck her.

No doubt about it, thought Rod, this was an extremely sexual woman. He wanted more than anything to get his hands on her, to lock his lips around those pert red nipples, dip his fingers into that juicy sex pot of a pussy between her legs.

But, he told himself, he mustn't forget what was at stake here. After all, Johnny was still back there, and needed help.

As a matter of fact, he needed to quit watching this show, delicious though it may be and get on with the business at hand, which was somehow talking this sweet young lady out of her fantasies and into giving him a hand with his wounded friend.

But he didn't want to scare her, perhaps so bad that she'd just ride off and leave him totally stranded.

He looked around. It was still in the middle of the afternoon, enough time to make it to the house he'd seen from the top of the chimney-rock, but probably not enough to make it back to Johnny, assuming they would even help him. For that matter, this lady here might even live there.

Well, he had to do something. He slipped his still drooling cock back in his pants, zipped the fly and then took a hesitant step out of the bushes into the clearing.

"Hello!" he called out.

She jerked upright at once, looked around her with a shocked look on her face and when she saw Rod standing at the edge of the field, she froze.

The breeze was all that moved, that and the pattern it traced through her flowing hair as it whipped the golden locks about her shoulders.

Her body though, was like stone. Rod had no idea how long she stayed in that one position, but he was starting to feel awkward.

Finally he started to walk towards her, holding his hands out in a gesture of friendliness.

"I need your help," he called across the field to her. "My friend's got a broken leg. He needs a doctor. Can you help me?"

What amazed him most was that she exhibited no embarrassment at being caught not only totally naked but masturbating herself the way she had been doing. In fact, she seemed to have no reaction at all that he could see as being normal. She simply watched as he approached, looking at him almost the way a child might look at pictures of exotic animals in an encyclopedia.

He was almost to the spot where she waited now. She still had made no response whatsoever, but as he got closer and closer, her head sort of cocked to one side in a curious gesture… as if she'd just realized what he was. Now, thought Rod, if only I knew what that was.

"Who are you," she finally asked. She was sitting over the side of the horse, both legs extending down. Rod could look straight up at her into her wet pussy. It was quite difficult to avoid staring at it instead of her face, although her face warranted considerable attention also. Rod felt almost like he was in a dream.

"Rod Barrett, at your service," he said, extending his hand. She ignored it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a voice drained of all expression.

"Well, like I said, I'm up here with my friend and we were climbing that chimney rock about a mile back over that way, when the dumb bastard slipped and broke the hell out of his leg. He's back up there now, and Miss, he's in real bad pain. I'd surely appreciate it if you could give me a hand. Maybe…"

"My father's a doctor. He can fix your friend's leg."

Rod couldn't believe what he'd heard.

"You must live in that house we saw over that way," he said pointing in the general direction.

"Yes. But my father won't like you being here. I can tell you right now. He won't like it at all."

"Why not. We don't want to intrude or anything, but seriously Miss, we need help bad. We're in pretty foul shape."

Suddenly she allowed the faint trace of a grin to dance across her lips.

"Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with helping people who are in trouble. I'll help you if I can, but you have to tell me what you need."

Oh, please don't say something like that to me, thought Rod. He was still looking right into her open slit, and it was driving him more and more crazy. And beyond that, moving up the smooth line of her body were two of the nicest, firmest breasts he'd ever seen, much closer to perfection from close up than when he'd first seen her from across the field.

"Well, I suppose we could lash together some sort of stretcher and have the horse pull him. That might work."

She suddenly looked concerned.

"I don't think that would work."

"Why not. What's the problem?"

"Nothing. I just don't want my father to see me riding him. It's sort of a secret."

Rod was confused but decided not to press it right then. Obviously, there was no other way they were going to get Johnny nearly three miles if they didn't use the animal. One thing was getting clear though. Whoever this girl's father was, he must be some kind of strange character. But no matter. She'd said he was a doctor, and that was enough. Once they got Johnny to him he couldn't refuse to help him. They wouldn't be staying long enough to get in the way, although it hadn't yet occurred to Rod just how they'd get back down out of the wilderness with Johnny immobile. But, first things first.

"Well, can we at least go back up there and maybe bring him down? If you don't want to take us up to your house on that thing, maybe we can work something out, but honestly Miss, there really isn't anything else we can do if you won't help us. I'll be honest with you, I never expected to find anyone out here at all. You're really our only hope."

"All right," she said a little reluctantly, "let's ride up there. But first I have to get my clothes on."

It was the first indication she'd made that she was even aware that she was naked and Rod was amazed at the casual offhand way that she mentioned it. As if there was nothing particularly out of the ordinary about being in front of a total stranger without any clothes on.

She swung her leg around so that she was astride him again.

"Can you ride on back?" she asked, reaching her hand down to help Rod up.

He made it, after two unsuccessful attempts which caused her to chuckle under her breath. Rod gritted his teeth and tried again, this time managing to stay up while he climbed over.

"Hold on," she told him, and as he slipped his hands around her tight stomach they were off, back down the trail he'd first seen her riding, through the woods, stopping finally beside a brisk stream. Her clothes were folded neatly on a dry rock. She hopped down and was in them and back on the horse in seconds.

Suddenly, just before kicking the horse in the sides to take off, she turned around and faced Rod.

"Do you like looking at me?"

He felt his cheeks blushing. Shit, he thought, he wasn't expecting such a frontal assault.

He stammered and stuttered for a second or two and finally asked her why she thought that.

"Because you couldn't stop staring at me."

He said nothing for a second. His hands were back around her stomach and he could feel the bottom curve of her breasts resting against them. She was almost too much to take.

"You're very beautiful. Yes, I do like to look at you."

She turned around again, smiled a dazzling smile and then they were off at a gallop.

It took them fifteen minutes to reach the bottom of the rock. Soon the horse could climb no further.

"Wait here," Rod told her. "I'll see if I can get him down."

"Let me go with you. You'll need help, won't you?"

"Could be. Won't he run away?"

"I don't think so." She looked back at the horse and stroked his face. An unquestionable bond existed between them, one that Rod wasn't too sure he wanted to examine in great depth.

"Why did you say you're father wouldn't want you to be riding him?"

"He'd be jealous, I guess."

That enigmatic answer shut Rod up for a moment. There was obviously something out of sorts here and he'd just keep his mouth shut until he had things figured out a little better.

"By the way, I'm Carrie."

"Well, glad to meet you, Carrie. I don't know what I'd have done if I hadn't stumbled on you out there."

"You surprised me."

"Yeah… well, I guess I can understand that. I was afraid you'd just ride off and leave me there."

"Why would I have done that? I wanted to get a look at you. We've never had anyone up here before."

So, his original guess hadn't been far off. They were secluded. That she could toss such a statement off without any concept of how out of the ordinary the situation was told him that there was a very strange father raising this girl.

"Do you have a mother?"

"No. I've never had a mother."

Rod decided that he'd keep his mouth shut. If he was going to find out anything, he'd do it by viewing the situation with his own eyes. Carrie didn't seem to want to talk too much, and the things she did say were just too confusing.

"Hey, Johnny!" Rod called out after a few minutes.

They heard a garbled noise and following it, they found Johnny where Rod had left him, in virtually the same position, with the bottle of whiskey nearly empty.

"My hat's off to you, sir. You made excellent time. It can't have been more than a week since I last laid eyes upon you."

He was plastered. Probably best. That leg was probably hurting and swollen by now.

"That's right buddy, we're going to get you out of here in a jiffy."

Johnny noticed Carrie.

"And who, may I ask, is that beautiful young woman with you. Rod my friend, have you been holding out on me. Did you pack her without telling me? You aren't going to try and tell me you found her out in the woods, are you?"

Carrie laughed and stared at Johnny in open wonderment. In fact, Rod had noticed that she seemed to be in awe of both of them, as if she couldn't quite believe she was actually talking to them.

It took a long time, but together they managed to carry Johnny back down to where the horse still waited. He gave his head a joyous shake when he saw Carrie approaching and Rod realized that he'd never have run off and left her.

She knew what she was doing in the woods. Within half an hour they'd managed to find branches the right size to tie together a crude stretcher that would support Johnny's weight. The two main branches extended up along either side of the horse she managed to tie a rough harness with the rope that was left.

Soon they were slowly moving back down the trail towards her house. Johnny was complaining behind them about the lousy shock absorbers. He had quickly drained the rest of the whiskey as soon as he'd realized what they had in store for him, so Rod wasn't worried about him being in too much pain, although the possibility that he might fall off bothered him.

"So what do you want to do about your father?" Rod asked after they'd ridden for about ten minutes. "Will he really be mad if he sees you riding up on this horse? What's the matter, is he afraid you might get hurt riding him?"

"I don't know what my father's afraid of, to be honest with you."

She sound distant again, like there was a whole lot she just didn't even want to get into. Rod was going to take the hint, when she continued.

"To be honest with you, it's me coming up with you two that's going to make him mad."

"Yeah? Why?"

"He doesn't want us to be exposed to anyone from the outside."

"Outside? What do you mean?"

"You know, the rest of the world. He says it's evil and corrupt and that it just isn't safe."

"I see."

No doubt about it, the old man was a kook. Rod started to feel a little nervous.

"What's a doctor do up here? There can't be very many patients."

"There aren't any patients. There isn't anybody. At all."

"No one?"

She turned around and looked at him.

"That's why I looked so surprised in the meadow when you first saw me. You're the first person I've ever seen besides my family. Ever."

Rod couldn't believe it. Her father had literally kept her isolated from the world. Yet, she seemed so… normal wasn't quite the word. After all, he couldn't forget the circumstances under which he'd first encountered her. But still, she had a genuine feel for what normal behavior was about. It was hard to believe she'd developed in total isolation.

"Who else is in your family?"

"My sister. Her name is Sherry."

"And why does your father keep you up here."

She waited a long time before answering, and when she did, Rod had the feeling that the question had never really occurred to her before, at least not in such a straight forward simple statement.

She answered slowly.

"I… don't know…"