Jo took in the same view with her darting eyes, but she noticed something that Tracy had missed. Among the luscious furs stretched and tacked to dry on the wall, she also saw four pairs of chains – one set mounted high on each wall. The pairs were fitted with metal wristbands and set wide apart so that a manacled victim's arms would be spread.
Apparently these men made a practice of detaining their guests, women who were unwilling or unable to endure their idea of winter sports.
"Chain up that big-mouthed bitch," Thor directed his son. "And if she spouts off again, stick the dirtiest sock you can find in her mouth. I'm sick of listening to her shit."
"You don't know what sick is!" Tracy snapped up a knee aimed at Thor's groin, grunting with vicious determination to mangle his balls.
Because he was so tall, she could hardly reach the target. He swept a hand down and brushed her knee to the side, spinning her around. Then he raised a booted foot and pushed on her ass to send her sprawling.
"Yaaah!" Tracy cried as she hit the floor.
Jo flew at him with fingers curled like the claws of a cat. "You bastard, leave her alone!"
He blocked her flailing arms and tangled one hand in her long silver hair. He whipped her head around and pushed her roughly toward the wall.
"You little bitch, if I didn't want to fuck you so much, I'd skin you alive!" Thor yanked up her right arm and locked the dangling band around her wrist. He grabbed the other, stretched her out facing the wall and locked it tight with a cold metallic click.
Tracy was just dragging herself to her feet, bare to the waist, tits swollen in bitter fury. Her tits heaved with each rasping breath of anger and her eyes flicked about in search of something to use as a weapon.
She spied a heavy, glass-based kerosene lamp on the table by the door. Tracy snatched it up and raised it like a club. Eric screamed, "No!" and lunged to stop her, but he was too far away.
Tracy slammed the flickering lamp down on the back of Thor's head just as he clacked the second wristband shut. The glass shattered, kerosene sprayed and filled the room with a petrol stench. The burning wick dropped into a puddle and soon half the room became engulfed in flame.
"You stupid, fucking cunt!" Thor shouted, still rubbing the back of his head. The ragged cuffs of his faded jeans caught fire. Tongues of flame crawled up his legs where the kerosene had spilled.
Thor began a bizarre dance, whirling and slapping at the fire. The sight brought tears of laughter to Tracy's eyes. Jo screamed when she smelled the black smoke. She wrenched her body as far from the spreading fire as she could, clanking the chains in a desperate effort to escape.
Tracy's grin of triumph faded into a sick look of horror. She could see Jo tugging at her shackles, a terrible vision misted by the swelling plumes of acrid smoke. On the far side of the room, Karina screamed in terror as she struggled to stand on her injured leg. The fire was spreading her way.
Karina couldn't walk a step without help. Jo was chained to the wall. The door was bolted and locked, and the flames were leaping higher. Tracy's valiant effort had only thrown them all from one kind of hell into another!
CHAPTER FIVE
"You dumb cunt! Don't, just stand there with your fucking eyes pepping out of your head! Wet somma them blankets in the sink and throw them on the fire." Thor gave orders while kicking free from his burning pants. "Eric, grab a shovel – heave some wet snow on the blaze!"
Eric unlocked the door and rushed out, leaving it ajar. For one spilt second, Tracy saw that as a chance to escape, but she could not abandon Jo and Karina. A mother's protective instincts are too strong. She wet the blankets and did as she was told.
When Thor stripped down to his shorts, he stomped on his smoldering jeans to put out the flames. Some of the curly red hair furring his huge legs had been singed. He looked like a raging bear. "God damn, stupid women must all have slit for brains!"
He grabbed another big scoop shovel on the porch. With his son Eric, Thor ran back and forth hurling fluffy wet snow on the worst of the blaze. It hissed and the flames sputtered. The smoke got thicker, the oily stench more intense. Tracy's eyes watered until sooty tears streamed down her cheeks. At last she gave a thankful gasp. The last tongue of flame hissed and died under a mantle of snow.
"Chain that fucking cunt to the wall!" Thor ordered his son. "Do it before I get pissed and bust her stupid head with a shovel. Put her back to the wall so she can see what a dumb crazy thing she done!"
Tracy offered no resistance when Eric grasped her arm. She was still too stricken with shock, thinking how close she'd come to killing them all. Eric led her to the wall opposite Jo and snapped her right wrist into the shackle.
"You shouldn'ta tried that," he said in a low voice. "It's just gonna make Pa mad… make it harder on you and them two girls."
"You just wait until Dick gets here. He'll kill you both if you hurt either of us!"
Eric sneered. "Now just how do you figure a dumb city-shit is going to do that? My pa could bust him in two with one hand."
"You let Dick carry your rifle, remember? My husband is a hell of a good shot."
"Yeah? Well, if he ain't found the cabin by now, it ain't likely that he will. And after what you just done, you can be damn sure that Pa and me aren't goin' out into that storm tryin' to save his ass."
Tracy's head slumped and she felt sick. Her knees buckled, dropping her entire weight on her shackled wrists.
Thor slammed and bolted the door again when the smoke had cleared. "At least Mrs. Wise-Ass helped me decide one thing," he said. "I sure know who I'm gonna fuck first!"
Tracy winced but covered it by forcing a smile. Her only hope now was to keep the two men busy it she could, keep their minds off her innocent daughter until Dick could find the cabin. If he could find it in time – if he could find it at all.
"Strip off the rest of that fancy ski suit," Thor told his son. He opened his tattered work shirt, baring a barrel-sized chest matted with thick, tightly curled rusty hair.
That done, he pulled down his shorts. "Maybe you've heard of my namesake," he said. "The Norse God of thunder, his name was Thor."
"Thunder is just a big noise," Tracy sneered. "There's nothing to it at all." She hoped by taking his abuse she could spare the two younger girls.
"Oh, shit! She's a regular spitfire," he said. "I'll bet her pussy has fangs!" He dropped his shorts then and let her gaze at his enormous and odd-shaped cock.
"The God Thor was supposed to have a magic hammer," he said, lifting the long shaft, stroking it fondly in the curl of a ham-sized hand.
At the end of Thor's long, thick cock dangled the biggest blue-red cockhead she'd ever seen. It looked almost the size of a normal man's fist! "That's sort of what I got too. A hammer like Thor."
Tracy felt a cringing wave in the depths of her pussy. It rolled to the front and clamped her pussy lips in a knot. As Thor walked toward her, his long prickshaft stiffened, his cock looked more like a hammer with each step that he took.
Tracy bit her lower lip, trying to keep the forced smile on her face. She didn't want to show fear. She wouldn't give the hairy bastard that satisfaction. But it was the biggest and most grotesque cock she'd ever seen. A gasp slipped out, despite her efforts to appear calm.
Karina slumped back and sat on the edge of the bed, gazing in awe. Except for that one brief glimpse of her father standing naked by the edge of the hot spring, she'd never seen a real prick before.
Jo craned her neck, but she couldn't see. Thor stood with his back to her. She watched his right arm sway as he flogged his cock, tormenting Tracy with the sight of it. Thick muscles rippled across his broad, hairy back. She knew his prick must be huge by how far his arm had to move.