Chapter 4. Inside and outside
Sally, Gallie and Billie arrived at the hotel, soaked through, tired and very
relieved to see the neon lights of the hotel sign. For nearly half an hour they
had seen little except for the stony path. Fortunately this stretch was well
walked by hotel guests and showed quite clearly. Several times though, they
imagined they had walked miles passed the hotel but then came to a field gate
they recognised from the outward journey. From there it was still a mile to go.
Dripping they entered and took their top coats off in the porch. "I need a
shower," Sally sighed.
"You've been having one for the last hour," Billie quipped.
"A hot shower without clothes on stupid!"
"I'd like to see that!" Billie was in a buoyant mood now he was safe. "Surely
it's worth at least a peek after guiding you down that trail? We could do some
real bonding."
"I'd want you to do more than peek but the bonding could be fun." laughed Sally.
"Am I to be left out?" Gallie interrupted.
"Not necessary, Gallie. We've shared before. Let's all go in one shower together
and do some bonding that doesn't involve walking and that bossy pratt, Stan."
All three went to Sally's room and helped each other strip off in the bathroom.
Every garment was wet through. Billie's cock stood out proudly and provided a
convenient handle for Gallie to haul him into the shower. Sally immediately
joined them. Inside the small shower cubicle, the three pressed themselves close
and allowed the luxuriously warm spray flow over them. Each used their hands to
fondle any body part that became available. Afterwards only Sally's towel was
available and they all had to share to dry themselves. Sally claimed it first
but had to watch while Gallie knelt and took Billie's cock in her mouth.
"My turn," Sally exclaimed as she threw Gallie the towel and placed her lips
around the boy's cock. It was but a short time after, all three were in Sally's
bed with Billie thrusting hard into Gallie's cunt. She had won the 'pick the
hand' choice to have first fuck. Billie yelped as Sally slapped his arse
repeatedly to make him thrust harder into her friend. They were no strangers to
sexual threesomes and foursomes they shared a flat which had only one large
bedroom and had long ago agreed that if one brought a boy or girlfriend home,
the other could still use the room and the friend too if they didn't mind. For a
while they had two boys that were friends and didn't seem to mind which of the
two they were in bed with and each would try and outdo the other in the bizarre
things they would attempt. Both girls had all their holes well reamed at that
time and had started to get into being tied and helpless while their partners
played at raping them. Then there were the times when Charley shared their bed.
For now though, there was only one boy and they had to share. Still that was no
great hardship.
"This is much better than a grotty mountain hut with no electricity, no running
water and earth bogs, even if they get there," Sally murmured contentedly. The
other two wholeheartedly agreed. They were not wrong.
*****
"We must be near the top now," whined Barbara. "You said it wasn't far Stanley.
We've been going for miles and miles and now the sun has gone and its started to
rain." Others were moaning too. Stan tried to goad them on but he himself was
weary. It was far harder than he expected and could only just about put one foot
in front of the other. It was also far steeper and the rain was beginning to
make things very slippery.
"We should have listened to Robert. He seemed to know about mountains and is
equipped properly." Stan angrily spun round to see who made comment but in doing
so slipped and fell heavily on a boulder. It didn't help his temper. Panting and
trying to stand, he winced from the pain. His chest had hit the rock hard.
Severely overweight, the fall, as he later found out, cracked his ribs and made
breathing increasingly painful. Knowing he had to lead or lose his position as
top dog, he started walking. Tears filled his eyes as he took each painful step.
The cloud came down. Visibility reduced to a few metres. White out conditions.
Blindly he kept on but unknowingly strayed from the path and away from their
destination. An hour later everyone knew they were totally lost. They'd not seen
a way marker for some time. Everyone was soaked through and shivering from the
icy wind. It was early May but near the top of the Tor the wind ripped through
every item of wet clothing. Some had thoughtfully packed an extra sweater which
helped but none had clothing that kept out the rain for long. The waterproofs
they'd been issued with were not breathable and soon the insides were as wet as
out. Only Daphne wore shoes that had some grip in the muddy conditions, the
others were sliding and slipping at random.
"We're lost," Barbara wailed. "We're lost, wet and so cold we're likely to die
of hypothermia. And it's all your fault Stanley Copely. You should have listened
to Robert. You should have planned this better. We should have had guides. We
should...."
"Shut up Barb. Complaining isn't going to help," Stan wheezed. "We have to find
a way down." His words were drowned by others in the group complaining.
"I'm not moving." It was Peter from accounts that spoke. "In this visibility we
could walk over a cliff very easily."
"We need to get out of this wind though," Roger Banks chipped in. "Out here like
emperor penguins, we'll freeze to death. Let's move on very cautiously until we
see one of those large rocks we can shelter by. There were plenty on the way up
but I haven't seen one for a bit, but then we can't see much anyway." There were
a few who supported his view and so they moved on, slowly veering further and
further from their destination and closer to dangerous cliffs that formed the
sides to a quarry. It was nearly dark when a large boulder loomed up. By then
all were extremely tired. Two of the ladies were limping and several of the
group had abrasions and cuts from falls. Stan, ordered everyone to go into a
huddle to protect each other from the wind and share what little body warmth
they had. It was perhaps the first piece of good advice he'd given them all day.
"Anyone bring their mobile?" Peter asked. "You bring yours Stan?"
"No, I wanted to set an example."
"Surely one of you disobeyed the boss," Peter questioned. "I'm sure he won't
worry about that going on your assessments now. It could save us."
"I think Gallie had hers but that's no help," Barbara sobbed.
Peter went around the boulder and pissed. On his return, he suggested everyone
did that before it got really dark. "Make sure you keep where you can touch the
rock and don't stray away from it. I suggest we let the women go first as I am
sure they won't want to feel their way along a rock that is wet with piss
although in this weather it won't notice. You wouldn't even notice if you wet in
your pants." Barbara and Daphne went together. Barbara was crying loudly at the
mess they had got into. Janet and Mary followed separately. Jim and Dave went
and returned. Roger went and didn't return. Foolishly he wandered off, thinking
he saw a cave which would provide better shelter. I was an illusion that always
seemed just a little further on. No one heard his cries as he fell to his death
over the edge of the quarry.
"Roger's been gone a long while," Daphne remarked.
"Yes, I noticed," Peter said glumly. "He's young and foolish enough to have
wandered off. I'm going to walk round this lump of rock and if he's not there,
we'll look in the morning, we cannot do any searching now however much we want
to." He reached the far side of the boulder and yelled but his voice was thrown
back by the wind. With a heavy heart he completed the circuit and returned to
the group.
They all sat close together in the wet boggy grass under the lee of the rock.
The fact that it was wet didn't make much difference. They were soaked and it
was easier to sit than to stand. Stan's wheezing was getting worse but no one
seemed to care. Each had their own pains. Everyone felt colder than they
believed possible. The violent shivering stage had started and although they
clung tightly to each other, nothing would stop it. Through chattering teeth
Peter spoke. "We have to keep awake. Don't let anyone drift off to sleep. If
they do they may well not wake up. Every now and then squeeze whoever your
holding. Talk to them. Sing. Ask questions. Complain about management. Anything
to keep awake. They did.
Though out the seemingly endless night, they huddled, cried, talked, coughed but
stayed awake. Peter did a roll call every fifteen minutes and made sure each one
answered however feebly. About 4 a.m. the rain and wind eased slightly but it
was of little comfort to the sodden group. As dawn approached and the sky
lightened a little, a little hope returned but when they evaluated their
position, it was bleak to say the least. No one knew they had not arrived at the
hut unless Robert and Charley had made it there last night. They too may have
been caught in the mist and had to spend the night in the open or gone to the
village they mentioned. Even if they reached the hut, they would walk the route
they should have taken, to see if they had returned to the hotel. Only then
would the alarm be raised.
6 a.m. It was light but the mist clung to the mountain and visibility was less
than 100 metres. Stan was in severe pain. Two women could hardly talk, only
Peter could stand on his feet and stagger around the rock. Everyone was tired,
exhausted and extremely cold. Their faces and lips were blue and haggard. Peter
decided they had no option but to stay put for the time being. "Unless this lot
clears and we can see exactly where we are, we all stay here," he informed them.
"I don't think anyone is capable of going back to the hotel to raise the alarm.
For the time being he seemed to be in charge. It was then Daphne haltingly told
the others about the transmitter but her fingers were too cold to operate it.
She passed it to Peter.
