The girls enjoyed hiking and camping. For their current holiday they had arranged to go on a camping trek through the national park. The idea was that they would follow a path that would take them right through the main section of the park, camping each night where-ever they fetched up. There were campsites provided along the way.
The young women were all in their early twenties, fit and healthy. OK. If pushed, Susan would admit to being a little over-weight, but if the men didn't mind, why should she? Marie and Ronnie might tease her about it but, they had to admit, her blonde hair and big breasts drew the men like flies.
"Hullo the camp," a voice called.
It was their third night out and they were quite deep in the park. They had pitched camp for the night and had a small fire going while they were cooking some dinner and coffee. They were quite startled when the voice rang out.
"Mind if I join you?" boomed the voice.
The girls looked at each other and shrugged.
"Come in if you're good looking," yelled Susan, "otherwise go home."
The girls giggled and watched to inspect their visitor.
To their startled eyes it looked as though a bear was approaching. A rather large bear. The figure soon revealed itself to be a rather large man dressed in an odd outfit.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Doctor Tom Andrews, but just call me Tom. I'm a naturalist, currently in the park doing a census of the animals and tracking the way they move through the park. In case you're wondering, this is a ghillie suit. It helps me blend into the background."
He flashed a good natured smile at the girls.
"If you can overlook the odd clothing you will notice that I'm really incredibly handsome. That's why I accepted your kind invitation. I have a mug. Do you have some hot coffee I can put in it?"
"Take a seat," laughed Ronnie. "The coffee is in the pot and, yes, it's still hot. Help yourself."
"So tell me," she continued, "what is an incredibly handsome doctor such as yourself doing wandering through the woods counting bears instead of wandering around a campus counting co-eds?"
Tom settled down with a mug of coffee and told the girls a bit about the research he was doing. They in turn told him about their own explorations of the park and the foursome blended well together, chatting and getting to know a bit about each other.
After an hour or so Tom spoke up.
"I've been wandering around in the park in this ghillie suit for about three weeks now. It's going to be a relief to get out of it for a while, while I get a bit of nookie. Which one of you would like to volunteer for some friendly exercise?"
There was dead silence for a moment as the girls glanced at each other. Then Susan expressed the general feeling.
"I'm sorry, Tom, but it appears that you may have gathered the wrong impression about us. We're not interested in a bit of exercise, as you put it. I think it might be time for you to leave now."
"Hey, don't worry about it," said Tom. "I quite understand. It's the same with the co-eds. Some are willing and some aren't. Fortunately, I've never let unwilling stop me. I'll take her," he added, nodding to Ronnie.
This time the silence was even more marked as the girls went so still they didn't even seem to breathe.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Ronnie carefully.
"Just that. I learnt early in my career that if you don't get any volunteers, pick someone. I've picked you, so you might like to start undressing."
"But we just said we aren't going to have sex with you. What part of 'no' did you fail to understand?"
"The part where it disagrees with what I want," said Tom, smiling. "I'm hornier than a mink on heat and you're going to assist me here, like it or not. But you probably will like it. I'm quite good, you know."
"What you're talking about is rape," pointed out Marie. "You go to jail for rape."
"Only if it's reported," returned Tom, "and I doubt you'll bother reporting it. Just too, too, much publicity. Now will you please start getting your clothes off, woman?"
The three girls looked at each other again, upset and puzzled.
"You don't really think we're going to co-operate with you, do you?" asked Susan.
"Well, yes," said Tom. "What choice do you have? What else can you do? Run into the woods? I'd find one of you easily enough. I'm very experienced at moving through the woods.
Are you going to scream? Who's going to hear you?
And I'm quite sure the three of you won't want to actually fight me over this. She might struggle a bit when I take her, but that's all."
"What makes you think the three of us won't fight you?" demanded Marie.
"Self-preservation," said Tom, with a truly nasty smile. "If the three of you tried to fight me I'd have to knock a couple of you out and then have my exercise with whoever was left, and that might be you. As it is, all you have to do now is sit back and relax while Ronnie and I play."
The three girls took another look at Tom, suddenly realizing just how big he was. And it didn't look as though much of it was fat. It probably wasn't if he'd been hiking around the park for the past few weeks.
"By the way," Tom added, speaking directly to Ronnie. "If you were to turn and bolt for it I'd just grab one of the others. Do you really want to do that to them?"
Suddenly Tom made a move. Before Ronnie could dodge he had hold of her arm.
