Most people do not think Bigfoot exists but I am living proof that they do but I will get to that later in the story. First off let me introduce myself. I am Camellia McIntyre but my friends call me Cami. I am twenty-five years old and been married to Professor Morgan McIntyre who teaches Archaeology at the University of New Mexico. He has taken a sabbatical over the summer to partake in an archaeology dig in Peru, South America for three months and I decided to go with him. We had just been married six months so this was like a delayed honeymoon for us. I know it is not a romantic location for a honeymoon but I didn’t care as long as I was with Morgan.
We had to take a puddle jumper from the main airport in Peru to get to the dig site. This is a small airplane that is kind of cramped with smaller seats, not a lot of leg room, or much storage and takes people to remote areas. When we arrived it was just turning dusk so we were immediately shown to our tent and told to rest up for the next day. While my husband worked on the dig all I did was sit in camp and vegetate but the nights made up for the lonely days. There was something romantic about fucking under mosquito netting with the sounds of wild jungle animals sounding off in the background.
We did get to take some small hikes into the jungle for sightseeing on Sundays when everyone took a break. There was even a waterfall where we always took our baths. Morgan and I found a small secluded spot where we could make love in the water or under the waterfall. Although we roughed it, so to speak, it was a honeymoon that I will never forget. On our last day, there were reports coming in that we could be in for several days of rain. We either had to leave that day or stay another week. I was all for extending our stay another week as I was not fond of the idea of flying in a puddle jumper and getting caught in a possible thunderstorm but I was outvoted by my husband and a couple of his student archeologists who were going back on the same plane as us.
On the day we were to leave I had a bad feeling about this and had always listened to my ‘gut feelings’ but Morgan just laughed at me. He called them stupid. We took off early morning, the skies grey and kind of ominous looking. I again tried to reason with the three of them but it did no good. We were halfway over the mountain when it started to rain, then came the thunder and lightning causing the small puddle jumper to quiver and shake from the furious storm.
I was praying and looking out the window when I saw a flash and hear the pilot start shouting, “Mayday! Mayday! Our right engine has been hit by lightning. I am not sure we can make it to the airport. Going to descend and try to find a place to land. Mayday this is Flight 609.”
I looked over at my husband, grabbed his hand, and said, “I love you.”
“I love you too Cami but we are not going to crash.”
Suddenly the plane jerked, turned sideways and started to descend faster than I knew it should. I thought to myself, ‘at least I am with the man I love.’
I leaned toward my husband, gave him what I figured was the last hug and deep kiss. We sat holding each other tight as the plane descended toward the Andes Mountains. I looked over and saw the two students, although both male, were holding hands, fear in their eyes. Then everything went blank as the plane clipped one of the peaks, finally coming to rest against the side of the mountain, totally invisible to see from the sky and almost impossible to hike too…even if the May Day got out and rescuers came looking for the wreckage and possible survivors.
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I slowly opened one eye but the other refused to open as if it had something on it or in it to prevent it opening. I tried to sit up but could not move. I did manage to wiggle my fingers and toes so I knew I was not paralyzed but was not sure of the damage I had sustained. All I knew is that my entire body was screaming out in pain if I even twitched a finger or toe.
“Morgan” I called out weakly but got no answer. “Andy, Sam, Jim,” but heard nothing from the two students or the pilot. ‘Oh my God, am I the only survivor? How do I get out of here? I wonder if the radio is working.’ I thought to myself as more unanswered questions kept coming to my mind but no answers. Then it hit me, it didn’t matter if the radio worked or not because I could not move to reach it. ‘God, why did you not take me too? Why did you leave me alive only to die a slow horrible death being eaten by wild animals?’
I knew that the first thing that I needed to do was see if I could move, and how bad I was hurt, and check on the others to see if they were dead or too hurt to answer me. I very slowly tried to move my arms and then my legs but it was as if something was pinning me to the ground or I was stuck somehow. As I tried to move, I screamed out in sheer pain. Suddenly I heard a rustle in the bushes. The first thought in my mind was some jungle cat smelled the blood and was coming to investigate. To my shocked surprise what actually emerged from the jungle was not at all what I expected. I blinked my eyes several times, figuring that I was delirious or hallucinating but no matter how many times I blinked my eyes it was still there.
The something was what men and women have been trying to find for years, chasing leads and trying to dispel the myth that they do exist. Standing in front of me was a Bigfoot. It, as I was not sure if it was male or female, stood at least eight foot tall, was covered from head to toe in coarse brown hair and sort of looked like the Chewbacca character from those Star Wars movies. I could not move and feared my life was about to end.
To my surprise, it came toward me and dropped down to one knee and said, “My name is Atheus; I am a male and a hunter. Please lie still. You have a piece of the wing on your chest and you may be seriously hurt. I see a pilot and will check on him.”
Shocked that he could talk I managed to stammer out, “There are three others beside the pilot but I don’t know where they are,” trying to turn her head to see if she could see Morgan.
He walked away to look for the others and when he came back I could not tell by his facial expressions if they were dead or not. “I am sorry but they are all dead.”
At that news, I started to cry, wondering why God spared me and how I managed to get thrown out as I was buckled in like all the rest. Unsure what to do Atheus just stood there watching me.
“Can we bury them?” I sobbed. “I don’t want them to be food for the jungle animals.”
“My village is just three miles from here. If you promise to lie still and not move, I will go and get two of my friends to help me bury them but first let me move that piece of the plane. Just lie still until I check you out.
“Thank you Atheus. And by the way, my name is Camellia McIntyre but just call me Cami.”
Nodding his head, he reached down and slowly removed the piece of wing off my chest. When I took a deep breath it felt like my chest was being used as a target for throwing knives. I forced myself not to cry out in pain. I took a deep breath and struggled to sit up. Atheus put a hand on my shoulder keeping me flat.
“Stay still until I get back. You could have damage to your chest or back.”
I gave a weak nod and he took off back through the jungle at a run. I laid there and cried some more, saying my final goodbyes to my husband, the pilot, and the two students. I knew when I got back to civilization it was going to be hard on their families to understand why I was spared but I had no answer. Only God knew why I was spared. I wanted to crawl over to the plane and hold and kiss Morgan one last time but I had made a promise to lie still so I did. Maybe I could do it before they buried him.
After what seemed like an eternity to me but had only been thirty minutes Atheus returned with two of his friends along with an older Bigfoot that was wearing a necklace of what appeared to be claws.
“Atheus, may I please hold and kiss my husband one more time before you bury him?” I asked as the others looked at me in wonderment.
“I think it is best you do not,”
“But why can I not do this?” I demanded. “I have a right.”
Atheus scratched his chest, and then his ass, trying to figure out what to say, “He…was…decapitated what looks like a branch or something that came in the front of the window. So were the pilot and the two others.”
I was in shock, trying to figure out why I had not suffered the same fate when we were all sitting together. All I knew is that I was thrown out of the plane somehow and landed up with the wing on my chest. Suddenly it hit me and I screamed and screamed for several minutes until the older one touched me gently on the shoulders saying sternly. “Quiet woman; stop that infernal noise now. I command you or we will leave you. It will soon be feeding time.”
I immediately stopped, looking into his dark eyes. “How did I escape the same fate? I was sitting beside my husband.”
“I am not sure,” Atheus told me. “When I was checking the plane it appears that your side was ripped off and you were apparently sucked out. Your seat belt was snapped. But I am not really sure. You are alive and that is what matters. Now, my two friends, Baliss and Euro will help me bury them. Chief Raganaw will take you back to the village to be attended to. Is there anything you want from the plane?”
“My luggage, which is two bags marked with the tag Cami. Thank you.”
As Euro slowly helped me to my feet, my left leg gave out. I would have fallen back to the ground if not for Euro’s support. I was not sure how I was going to make it to their village on a bum leg but the dilemma was solved when the older one, who was the chief reached down and scooped me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing and started at a slow walk back to the village.
As we walked slowly through the jungle, I wondered how he knew where to go as there was no visible path. I thought to myself, ‘My friends are not going to believe that I was rescued by Bigfoot and that there is a village of them somewhere in the mountains. I wonder if there were other civilizations of Bigfoot.’
When we reached their village, I could now see that the Bigfoot was built basically the same as we humans with the exception of all being over seven feet tall. Like most mammals the women had several small tits; four to be exact. Suddenly it hit me, ‘I wonder what size cock size the males had. Would they be equal to humans or be much, much larger.’ I knew these thoughts were inappropriate when your husband has just died and is at this time being buried but you cannot control what thoughts appear in your head and when.
Chief Raganaw carried me into the hut where there was a female Bigfoot waiting beside an animal pelt spread out on some twigs. He gently laid me down and left.
She smiled at me and said softly, “Relax, my name is Athena. I am the chief’s sister and will take care of you. Now let’s get you out of those things covering your body.”
“They are called clothes,” I explained as I tried to tug off my shoes. “And my name is Cami,” not bothering to give her my full name.
“Let me,” as she gently undressed me until I was as naked as the day I was born.
Athena checked me over from head to toe and front to back. Aside from some scratches, cuts, bruises that were starting to appear on my side, chest, and back, and my ankle not supporting my weight, I was pretty lucky considering what I went through. I continued to sit there, my mind on the past few hours and then the chief walked back into the hut. I quickly looked around to find something to cover myself as the only man ever to see me totally naked was my husband.
"Do not cover your tits and pussy. I want to see what my human woman looks like,” the chief ordered. “What do they call you?”
“What the hell are you talking about? I was my husband’s woman; I just lost him and will be no other man’s not now or ever.” I yelled at him not giving him my name.
“Her name is Cami,” Athena broke in.
“Your husband is dead. I need a woman and you will be it. I had a dream vision of our Fire God sending me a woman with reddish hair like the color of the rays of a fire.” he said as he fondled my hair, and then squatted down to touch the hair on my pussy. “Your name is no longer Cami but you are now known as Fire Ray.”
I automatically smacked his hand and made to get up, forgetting that I had a bad wheel, so to speak.
“Brother, please, she needs a few days of rest and to grieve. Then you can make her your woman.” Athena told her brother putting her hand on his shoulder.
“Alright, I will give her a week and then I will make her my woman. She will bear me many sons,” and with that, he stood up and walked out.
I just sat there in shock, my mouth opened, as I tried to take everything that had just transpired but it was so much – the thunderstorm, the plane crash, my being the only survivor, the others dying a horrific death, and now a Bigfoot wanted me as his woman. ‘What kind of fucking nightmare was I in? Please God, let me wake up now and find my husband, students, and pilot alive, that the plane has not crashed, and we are still at the dig site or safely at the airport.’
I closed my eyes, laid back down, and counted to fifty in my mind. When opened my eyes I could see that it was not a nightmare, that everything was real. was a fucking widow after only nine months of marriage. looked down and saw Athena wrapping my ankle with what appeared to be some slimy leaves, then some type of skin. She took my clothes and headed out the door with them
“Hey!” I called after her, “where are you going with my clothes. I am naked here. I need my clothes,” but she ignored me and continued on her way.
She came back in a few minutes later with a bowl of stew full of unidentified meat, carrots, and potatoes in thick rich brown gravy, handing it to me. I wanted to ask what the meat was but decided it was best that I not do so. I just hoped that they were not cannibals but decided if they were they would have probably killed and barbequed me. Taking a small bite I found it quite tasty and soon I had finished it.
“Would you like some more?” Athena asked
“No thank you,” I told her. “I would like to rest. Do you have a blanket I can cover up with?”
“It is still warm so you do not need one,” she stated as she took the bowl and left.
I looked around for a blanket or some type of covering but could see nothing. I lay down and covered my body the best I could with my arms, making sure my legs were together. When I woke the hunt was in total darkness. I could hear over to the side the soft breathing of whom I assumed was Athena but was not sure. I started to call out to her but decided not to disturb her. Soon sleep overtook me again. The next time I woke up I could smell something good cooking on a fire but was unsure where the smell was coming from.
Athena came in and said, “Glad to see you are awake. Do you need relief?”
It took me a minute to understand what she was referring too and then I said, “Yes, please.”
Athena helped me up and let me lean on her as she led me about a half mile out of the village to a small group of huts, the American version of an outhouse. This was a luxury to me because at the dig site we hiked out to a specified area and did our business. After I was done, she took me back to the hut and brought me breakfast.