"Ah, Jenny, isn't this the area that was being devastated by foresters running willy-nilly through the woods cutting down everything that couldn't run away?" Simone asked.
"Well, yes, sort of," admitted Jenny.
The three girls continued setting up their camp while Simone considered this.
"Um, they seem to have made a remarkable recovery. Did your protest actually succeed in having the logging stopped?"
"Not exactly."
"What she means," said Dianne, "is that we were thrown out and told not to come back. Thrown out with our very own police escort, for that matter."
"I see. So they were actually doing some selective cutting and not clear-felling?"
"So it seems," agreed Dianne. "The logging company always insisted that that was all they had planned."
"As a matter of curiosity how did you avoid getting charged for vandalism. I heard there was some mischief committed."
"We were," grumbled Jenny, "but they had no evidence that we were involved. Mainly because we weren't. Some of the idiot fringe decided to do a bit of sabotage and they got caught red-handed."
"If you were thrown out and ordered not to come back, why are we camping here for the weekend?"
"Because it's a very nice stretch of forest with some good wild life and adjacent to the lake. Ideal for camping and it's public land. Them ordering us not to come back was not a legal order issued by the court or the cops. Just the loggers mouthing off. They claim it's too dangerous for helpless little girls. We'd get lost or eaten by bears or have a tree fall on us, or something."
"Helpless little girls?" scorned an indignant Dianne. "Really. I'm almost twenty and you two will be shortly. We're not exactly scatter brained bimbos. We're experienced campers. Anyway, can you hear any chainsaws or axes? The loggers have left this area and moved on so it's nothing to do with them."
The evening passed peacefully. The start the next morning did not.
"Dianne, you know that nice new cooler you got for our food? Keep it fresh and protect it from the beasties?"
"What about it?"
"The beasties chewed a hole in the side and the remains of our food are scattered far and wide. Not that there is much in the way of remaining food."
There was some rather sulphurous language from Dianne. The salesman had guaranteed the new cooler was animal proof. She was going to wear his balls as ear-rings. That would teach him to keep his sales pitch honest.
The girls hastily tidied up the mess. Being hungry and now having no food they voted to drive down to the nearby township, dine, and replenish their stock.
A visit to a café and another visit to the general store and the girls were on their way back to their camping site.
"Who was that man you were arguing with, Dianne?" asked Simone. "I didn't know you knew any of the locals."
"I don't and he wasn't a local. He's a logger. Rather, I should say he drives a logging truck. Apparently it was parked out behind the diner. He recognised me and suggested that the place would be improved by my absence. I politely told him to mind his own business and walked away."
"So that wasn't you yelling fuck off, creep," murmured Jenny. "Voices are so deceptive when you're yelling."
Diana blushed and then giggled. "OK, so maybe I wasn't all that polite about it," she confessed.
Giggling, the girls drove back to their camp.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, something that was to change that evening. The girls had just tidied up after dinner and were lazing around their small campfire. That's when four men walked into the camp.
As they approached they split up into two pair, one pair grabbing hold of Jenny and the other holding Dianne. Simone was left alone, looking slightly shocked.
"Hi. I'm Paul. Remember me?"
"Ah, no," admitted Jenny.
"Sure you do. Think broken arm caused by crashing a truck trying to avoid driving over protesters who apparently though that a fully loaded logging truck could stop on a dime."
"That wasn't our fault," Jenny said quickly. "You could have killed us driving like that."
"What? Driving a logging truck down a logging road at a normal speed? A road that is flagged as no pedestrians?"
Jenny said nothing. Dianne decided that she didn't particularly want to make any comments either. Simone hadn't been with them during the protest and didn't know enough to say anything. With the three girls standing mute Paul smiled and continued.
"My mates and I decided that we wanted to make sure that your camping trip was as memorable for you this time as your last visit was for us. Don't worry. We're not going to break arms or anything. We're just going to undress you and entertain you for a while. You can struggle if you like. We won't mind."
Simone watched appalled as the men calmly stripped the two young women. They weren't being rough or violent, just determined, and they were far stronger than the girls. It turned out that two men working together can strip a young lady in under a minute, excluding shoes, which were left on.
One of the men turned and looked at Simone. She gave a slight start, wondering if they'd pounce on her now. Should she try to run? Run where, was the next question. However, it seemed that she was panicking over nothing. The man simply smiled at her and gave her a wink and a nod before turning back to his chosen victim, Dianne.
Now, as well as feeling appalled and shocked, Simone was feeling a mixture of relieved indignation; relief that they weren't going to pounce on her but indignation for the same reason. Why weren't they grabbing her? Really, she was a blonde, as opposed to the others being brunettes. Her figure was every bit as good as theirs. Better, if size of bosom was taken into account, and all four men were ignoring her. What, they couldn't spare one man to harass her? Not that she wanted to be harassed, but it was the principle of the thing.
Now that Jenny and Dianne were naked the men had moved on to the second stage of their plan. The girls were each held by a single man while the other two men stripped. Any doubt as to their intentions were removed when their trousers dropped, their intentions standing out long and hard.
With a certain amount of bad language from the girls they were forced to the ground, lying there with their hands held above their heads while the other men knelt between their legs. Simone's eyes were ready to pop. Her friends were about to be raped and there was nothing she could do. The man holding Jenny was rubbing his hands over her pussy. From the things Dianne was saying she supposed the same thing was happening there, although the kneeling man blocked her view. Not that she wanted to watch.
Even as she watched the man holding Jenny made his move. He had his hand on her mound and was pressing his cock towards her. He moved his hand and Simone could see his cock was now pressing into Jenny. He wasn't ramming home. He was just moving slowly, leaning into it and easing himself inside her. It was dawning on Simone just what they were doing. Instead of just raping the two women they were going to take it nice and slow and get them aroused, making them enjoy what was happening.
Time, Simone decided, for her to get out of there. Once the two men were committed there would be no need for the other two men to help hold Jenny and Dianne down. They would probably turn to her then for a little more fun. She eased backwards, finding herself pressing back against a tree.
Preparing to ease herself around the tree and out of sight Simone froze when a voice spoke to her.
"Don't worry about them," a deep rumbling voice growled. "You weren't at that silly protest last year so they won't bother you. I'm here to keep you out of their hair while they educate your friends in the ways of the world."
Simone turned around to see who was there. She found herself looking at a man's chest. He was tall, well over six foot, and big and beefy as well. He was standing there like a brick wall.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"I'm Pierre. Lucky Pierre they call me."
"Can you stop them?" she asked, waving her hand to the scene that was now taking place.
"You're kidding, right? Even if I wanted to I couldn't do it without a shotgun. Forget them. Like I said, I'm here to distract you and keep you away from them."
"Oh, really? And how do you propose to do that?"
"Well, first, I get you to take off your clothes. It will be a lot easier if you do it as my hands are a bit big to handle fiddly little things like those buttons. I'd probably just rip the shirt apart, sending buttons flying everywhere, and I'm sure you'd rather I didn't."
"Damn right I'd rather you didn't," said a shaken Simone, staring up at him.
"That's what I thought, so start undressing, please."
"What?"
"Start undressing. I thought I was quite clear about it. One of us is going to undress you and it will be easier if it's you. And yes, I will just rip the things off you if you decide you won't cooperate."
He wouldn't, thought Simone, took another look at his face, and changed her mind. He damned well would and probably wouldn't even change the expression on his face as he did it. Slowly and reluctantly she started undoing the buttons on her shirt. A muted growl and she hurried it up somewhat. First shirt and then then shorts, followed, very reluctantly by bra and panties. She wondered if the others had even noticed that she was naked. Flinging a quick glance in their direction she could see they weren't looking her way. Jenny was still lying on her back with the man on top of her, but her legs were now wrapped around his waist. The sound coming from Dianne's direction indicated that she was currently being highly distracted and not observing anything beyond her immediate area.
Her attention was brought sharply back to Lucky Pierre when a big hand stroked her, running from her breasts down to her mons and back again. She shuddered slightly from the shock of it, looking at Pierre with eyes wide.
"Don't look so worried, little one," he said with a growling laugh. "I'm not going to throw you to the ground and ravish you in front of everyone. Not my style at all."
