Note: This is a continuation of; The Night of the Bigfoot (Part 1) stories should be read sequentially
"Lindsey, Lindsey girl... are you Okay? What happened the puffing professor asked breathlessly? Was it the Yowie?" The questions came quickly from the anxious professor.
Lindsey, stunned, vacant, just looked at him for many seconds before she eventually spoke, "Yes it was professor it was the Yowie. The alarms what happened to the alarms" She spoke in a little voice.
David came up to the shivering girl, looked at the professor then hunched down taking the corner of the blanket she was sitting on and covered her nakedness.
"He is truly worried you know, we all are," it was clear that David guessed what had happened from his actions the way he glanced at the shiny, dark, wet patch on the blanket, but he needed confirmation from her.
"So are you Ok or not? Just what did happen love? We are not prying my lovely but you must tell us, we are really worried about you?" Lindsey stared off into the scrub vacantly.
David waited but Lindsey didn't reply so he finally stood up and joined the boys looking around the area that was supposed to be monitored by the trip wires, motion sensors and infrared beams, then he returned.
"None of the security was broken, Lindsey. The first warning that we had of something being wrong here was your scream" David stared at the vile-smelling young woman who trembled, partly from the cold but mostly from shock.
"Lindsey, what happened?" David was more insistent this time as he reached out and caught both of the girls' shoulders and shook her gently, looking deep into her eyes as he did.
Lindsey began to sob, "He was here all the time David, just there and...and he...David he, he...mated me, he fucked me, David, fucked me." the last six words she almost spat at the Man in front of her.
"He raped you?"
"No! he didn't rape me, David, he didn't have to. Well he did, but it wasn't like that at all, I didn't resist, I let him, that musky smell David, I couldn't help it I wanted him to," Lindsey sounded confused, hesitant and her words were slurred.
"I let him Fuck me. I knew what was happening and I wanted him to, I honestly did. I really did, David. That dirty smelly beast, can you imagine? I let him put his thing inside me and spurt his seed into me, See," she drew a hand from between her thighs and spread her fingers that were webbed by a creamy slim.
"I could not stop him I didn't want to stop him. I wanted him to fuck me. It's that smell, that musky smell and those eyes when you are close to them they are hypnotic David. I wanted him to fuck me so bad" tears streamed down her cheeks and Lindsey's body was racked with shuddering sobs. She felt an unexplainable shame from what had happened to her.
David continued to hold her by the shoulder before one of the girls came over to join them. David signalled her to sit with the distraught girl while he went to join the professor who was downloading pictures from the cameras in a business-like manner. He was total, research-focused about everything. Not uncaring, but absorbed in what he saw as vital research.
A few hours later the camp was lit up by a roaring log fire. The pictures had been viewed. Lindsey had composed herself. She had cleaned herself up as best as she could by bathing in the freezing water of the mountain stream to remove the smell of the Yowie. She had limited success as the Yowie Musk was a durable scent that would take days to remove, as it was intended as a marker scent of ownership. Lindsey was marked by the scent of the beast. She was the beasts.
When Lindsey returned from the stream, in the company of the two undergraduate females, the professor had a look of disappointment on his face as he flicked through images on his laptop. David handed Lindsey a warm mug of coffee.
"Thanks, David."
"Feeling better?" David asked and Lindsey gave him a long sustained look. Would men ever understand?
"A bit," she replied tersely.
Lindsey was feeling more composed as the shock wore off, the cold water had helped. The sharp, lingering Yowie odor didn't seem to bother Lindsey or, oddly enough, Michelle, as much as it did the others.
Both Lindsey and Michelle acknowledged the repugnant pungent smell was different and perhaps unpleasant to many, certainly, most of the people here thought it was. The girls understood how the others felt but both of them found it sickly but not unpleasant, more arousing.
It was something all three girls had discussed while Lindsey washed in the stream. Was it a girl thing she wondered? No probably not as Vanessa seemed to find the smell as repulsive as the men. So why did Michelle and herself not feel that way? Something to consider, she thought absently.
Lindsey looked at the puzzled professor and found herself more than a little curious. Taking a deep breath to suppress her confused feelings she went to the dejected professor. For a while, neither one spoke then Lindsey cleared her throat.
"Can I see the pictures, Professor." He handed the laptop to her without saying a word. Immediately Lindsey saw why the man was disappointed. The Yowie had been moving so fast when he left Lindsey that the pictures were all blurred. Now, she also felt dejected. Had what had happened had been in vain?
Lindsay, arms folded across her chest, crouched near the Professor while he went through the rest of the surveillance with her. The best of the pictures came from the live video which did have some clearer enough images, but these were taken with a night vision lens turned on the camera. However, without lighting, they were not overly helpful.
"We're no further ahead are we Professor,"
"No, we won't convince anyone with these. There is plenty of fake stuff out there that looks just like this," he sounded despondent as he closed the computer. Then he shook himself out of his self-centred disappointment.
"Oh I'm sorry Lindsey, how are you feeling?" He paused and Lindsey saw that in his way he was showing genuine concern. "I would not have put you into harm's way, not for one minute, if I had thought that you may have been ravished. You know that, don't you?" She shuddered at the word ravished but tried to compose herself.
"I volunteered Professor no one could have predicted that the Yowie would remain inside the perimeter while we set things up," she accepted some of the blame and she was surprised at her composure after what had happened to her.
"No," the professor paused, "no of course we didn't, we should have but we did not," he said absently. Then both he and Lindsey looked up at the same time. "Yes of course! Of course, he is always close, dam it all?" the Professor became excited.
"He's close even now, isn't he professor? Probably watching us. There is something about me making him take risks, to... to have sex with me," she shivered visibly.
"Yes...yes of course he is watching us, he is and he always has been watching us closely, ever since we left the house," the professor mused, "but mostly watching you, most certainly watching you. I don't think he is very far away, at any time, not while you are still here. He won't let you out of his sight for very long, You are now his mate I am sorry to say. Because of that, we all must be alert. He may become aggressive to get to you. He may see the rest of us as a threat. He could try to abduct you."
Lindsey shuddered. She was oddly not afraid of being abducted. She didn't agree with the professor on that. The Yowie didn't seem to be aggressive at all. She may be wrong but she just had that feeling. Slowly, she looked around, not expecting to see anything but she looked anyway.
"You know professor the Yowie smells bad and looked fearsome but I don't think they are at all aggressive."