Gator Bait

Gator Bait

The summer before my senior year at Virginia Tech I accepted a job with my Uncle Jack way down south in a place called Oaki Swamp. My uncle was a veteran and still had some PTSD from his service and decided to settle down in the most remote and quiet place he could find. And he certainly found it in that backwater.

Oaki Swamp was as far from civilization as you might find in the U. S. and populated by an eclectic bunch of people. My uncle ran a repair shop handling anything from toasters to lawnmowers, though much of his business was motorcycle repair. As my major was mechanical engineering it gave me a practical place to apply my education. Plus there was plenty of time when I wasn't tuning motorcycles to explore this isolated place and get to know some of its denizens.

In particular I struck up a friendship with the Butler brothers. We met at a dive bar. They had never made it past the 6th grade, but were decent fellows, though, like much of the folks in the swamp, they didn't mind picking up a few extra dollars doing something slightly illegal.

In this case, the something slightly illegal was hunting alligators. Now hunting alligators in this state was allowed, but tightly controlled and required niceties like licenses that the Butler brothers didn't have. In a way I couldn't blame them, Oaki Swamp was poor without a lot of job opportunities and plenty of gators so the illegal trade thrived there. It was easy to pick up $500 cash for a ten footer if you knew where to sell it and that was a lot of money in Oaki.

I tried to get them to take me on a hunt - I'm pretty good with a rifle - but I couldn't talk them into it. Something about not sharing trade secrets. They finally did invite me to their home, a large ramshackle shack way out on the edge of the swamp where I met their dad, Jeb Butler.

He was a piece of work. A regular nasty troll and pretty much as ugly as sin. The phrase "Beaten with a ugly stick" comes to mind. Not that anybody in Oaki Swamp would win a beauty prize - decades of isolation had left the local gene pool a bit shallow--but Jeb took the prize. He immediately told me he didn't want any damn Yankees in his house. When I pointed out I was from Virginia, he said, "Boy, you cross that Carolina line and you're out in the cold as far as I care! " However, he stopped threatening to throw me out of the place after that.

Now, the brothers, Jake and Darrel, were rough looking fellows, but a darn bit more attractive than their dad. Still, when they introduced me to their little sister, I hardly expected what the vision magnificence I saw walking down the steps from her bedroom.

Ruby-Lynne was gorgeous. Maybe 5 foot 4 inches tall with long, curly blond hair, vivid blue eyes and an hour-glass figure. She was wearing hand-me-down clothes from her brothers which she had reshaped to fit her body. On top she wore a tight T-shirt that must have belonged to one of them as kids. It didn't come near to her waist and exposed her flat belly. The shorts she wore also looked like they had been converted from a young boys clothes and were low and snug on her waist, with a few holes and rips here and there that displayed some lovely skin. She had shortened them and cut them high on the hips to make them look more feminine.

She was this real life cartoon stereotype of the hillbilly daughter with amazing natural beauty. The only tiny flaw she had was a bit of an overbite, which I actually found kind of cute.

Perhaps the most startling thing about her was simply her lack of underwear. I never once encountered her wearing a bra and her breasts bounced and swayed with every step she took. Some of her tops were so short that the undersides peeked out from beneath.

I eventually got the nerve to ask Darrel if his sister ever wore a bra and he responded that their father thought that a useless expense and nixed spending any money on one ever since she started filling out several years ago. Thank goodness the old cranky codger was so cheap.

Somehow I found the idea that this eighteen year old's tits had never been restrained an incredible turn on, but I tried not to stare. Despite the lack of support, they weren't saggy, but were nearly perfectly teardrop shaped. I once read an article where the author claimed that bras actually weakened ligaments and caused saggy tits. I don't know if he was right, but Ruby Lynne's anatomy would certainly have given him valid support for his argument.

For some reason, Jeb seemed to dislike his own daughter. Jake said that it was probably because their mom had died birthing Ruby Lynne, and maybe that was part of it, but I suspected it was really something else. On the fireplace mantel was a wedding photo of Jeb and Charlotte, his wife. For somebody from Oaki she was not a bad looking girl at all and I could see the blend of the parents' features in the faces of the brothers. But I could only see Charlotte's features in Ruby Lynne, and I was pretty sure Jeb was not her father, and that might well be the reason he resented her.

At first I thought she didn't like me. That maybe her dad's distrust of outsiders was something she shared. After a while, though, I just realized she was just extremely shy. Especially around young men, whom she hardly ever came in contact with.

It wasn't until my third visit that she got the nerve to really talk to me.

"So you really go to college?" she asked, as if that was some kind of incredible feat. "You must be a right smart fella!"

"Well, I'll be getting my degree in mechanical engineering next spring. I only have two more semesters to go."

She seemed impressed with this. She had managed to spend a couple more years in school than her brothers, but still had only finished eighth grade.

"You must love books," she said. "I read a lot too. I read a whole mess of 'em! Do you want to see my collection?"

I nodded and she started to lead me upstairs to her bedroom. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if her family would object, but her dad wasn't home and Jake and Darrel were out behind the house taking naps in hammocks after downing a few beers.

Ruby Lynne's room was decorated as nicely as it could be given that she was a poor girl and most of what she owned were hand-me-downs. There were some dolls, some stuffed animals, but clearly her prized possession was a bookcase full of books. They were used, old and many of them mildewed, but it was clear she treated them all with loving care. She pulled one of them off the shelf and showed it to me.

"This one is about places around the world," she said, with a glow of excitement. She flipped through the pages showing, the Coliseum, the Tower of London, the Rock of Gibraltar and finally paused at the Eiffel Tower in Paris. "I love looking at these places," she said, "and I want to go to every last one of 'em, but most of all, I want to climb this here!"

I smiled. I'd gone to it on vacation in Paris as a teenager with my parents. "Well, you can't climb all the way up it," I said. "You have to take an elevator - well actually two of them - to get to the very top."

Her mouth dropped open, and she leaned in close enough for me to smell the sweet scent of honeysuckle on her skin. I tried my best to keep my eyes fixed onto her face, but with her leaning over like that, her short t-shirt rode up even higher, completely exposing the soft undersides of her breasts. Either she didn't notice, or she simply didn't care. "You've actually been there?"

I nodded. I could tell she was impressed. And I have to say that I was impressed with the variety of her book collection. There was fiction (Lord of the Rings) and history (The Longest Day) and a bunch of science textbooks too.

When she was finished showing me her room, I started down the steps, but she grabbed my arm. "Maybe we could go and do something together..." she said, clearly nervous about asking me.

"You mean like a date?" I said, hoping she found me attractive.

"Well, maybe like a gator hunt," she replied.

This got my attention. Maybe this was a way around her brothers being so obstinate about taking me along.

"Do you have a rifle?" she asked.

"Sure. Do you know how to hunt them and where to sell them?" I answered.

She giggled. "I sure do. Listen here. Don't say nothin' to Jake, Darrel or daddy, but come around next Wednesday about nine in the morning. I'm here alone all day. Bring the rifle and a truck."

I happily agreed.

***

The following Wednesday I showed up at nine with my uncle's truck and his rifle. Ruby Lynne came out of the house carrying a picnic basket, rope, a hammer and several heavy wooden stakes. From the stakes I guessed that their technique for stalking the gators involved using bait, which was probably strictly illegal, but so was hunting them without a license at all.

We piled all this stuff in the back of the pickup and Ruby Lynne directed me down some dirt roads deep into the swamp. Most people assume swamps are just smelly and dirty, but parts of them are actually quite beautiful and peaceful.

We pulled up to an isolated clearing near a cove with a muddy, sandy beach. Ruby Lynne got the wooden stakes out of the back of the truck and directed me on where to pound them deep into the ground a couple feet from the edge of the water. Two of them about a foot apart and then the other two perhaps two feet to each side of the first pair.

As I loaded my gun I said, "Well, it looks like we are going to bait the gator, but where is the bait?"

Ruby Lynne was wearing denim shorts and a shirt that was tied together between her breasts. As she undid the knot and those beautiful tits fell out, she said, "Bless your heart, silly! I am the bait!"

I stood there my mouth agape as she stripped out of the rest of her clothes. Damn she was hot! I didn't know if she was really serious until, naked as a jaybird she laid down on her back on the beach with the center two stakes under her arm pits and the other two just beyond her outstretched hands.

"Tie my wrists to those stakes," she instructed.

My head was spinning, but I did as she requested.

"Make sure it's real tight," she said. "If the gator gets a hold of me we don't want him pullin' me into the swamp."

Now that she was in position I could see how this whole thing was supposed to work. The water washed up to and around her waist with her legs floating just beneath the surface. With her arms outstretched and tied to the outer stakes and two more stakes under her armpits, the reptile, if it got a hold of her, would have a hard time pulling her off the beach.

"But it still might bite you!" I exclaimed.

"Well, not if you're as good with that rifle as you say," she laughed.

"Has that ever happened?"

"Just once. Jake's gun done jammed and one of them got me by my ankle," she said, using her right foot to point to a small scar on her left leg. "He got it with the second shot, though."

Knowing that her safety depended on my shooting, made me nervous as hell.

"Just make sure you either hit it in the eyes or right behind or the bullet is likely just to bounce off," she instructed. "Now you have to prime the pump," she added.

"What?"

"Heat me up! You know kiss, me. Make out. Get me hot!" she smiled, with a glint in her eye.

This was so weird, but the idea of playing with Ruby Lynne's lovely, nude body, with her being helplessly tied up, was certainly appealing. I put the rifle down and leaned over the girl and kissed her, first on the soft skin of her neck, then brushing her lips with my own. As I did I ran my hands down her shoulders and across those untamed puppies of hers. Giving them a squeeze I heard her moan sweetly as her nipples quickly swelled and became hard.

I have to admit that though I'd never had any BDSM experiences, the whole idea turned me on and having Ruby Lynne so pliant and submissive before me quickly made my cock rock hard.

"Diddle my pussy and suck my jugs" she whispered softly. "You need to get me real slick down there."

"Jugs?" I asked.

She smiled, "That what y'all call tits down here."

I ran my hand across her soft belly and then in between her exquisite thighs as I ran my tongue around her right nipple. She was shaved and I could feel her lips down there as the water lapped up against them. She moaned as I played with her clit and soon her own body's lubricant joined the dark waters of the swamp.

Seeing her lying there like that--completely naked, bound tight to the ground, willingly offering her flesh to the monster in the swamp--reminded me of ancient myths. A beautiful virgin sacrificed to some primeval dragon to appease its wrath. Except here, she wasn't weeping in fear. She was inviting it to take her.

It occurred to me that the Butlers had somehow discovered that pussy juice - or at least Ruby Lynne's pussy juice - was somehow attractive to gators. I could see how those luscious legs of hers, floating like a tempting treat in the water would, by themselves, be an invitation to a hungry reptile. They looked terribly delicious just to me and I wasn't even a gator! From a hungry alligator's perspective her scent must have been an irresistible additional lure alongside those lovely legs.

I was surprised that Ruby Lynne seemed so nonchalant about this whole thing. At first I thought it was because she had done it apparently many times before, but then I realized that she wasn't really unbothered by this game, but was actually one of those girls who was seriously sexually aroused by danger.

In fact, it occurred to me that her isolation had twisted her thinking. In the same way a girl might flirt with a bad boy, Ruby Lynne in her mind, was flirting with the gator. Offering him her luscious body and knowing only one of them would survive. Was it my imagination or did she quietly whisper, "Want me? Come on and get me, big boy. I'm right here... soft and delicious. I'm exactly what you're cravin'..."

As I continued to tease her, suddenly I felt her body tense, her back arch and her eyes roll upwards as her mouth expanded into a wide "O" shape. She shook and I realized waves of pleasure must have been rolling through her body. It lasted a full minute before she was able to speak again.

"Get ready," she panted. "He'll be coming soon."

I picked up the rifle and slid into the bushes. My heart pounded as I knew I needed to make the first shot count.

Suddenly I saw a pair of eyes appear just above the water line as the predator made its way through the dark waters of the cove toward the beach. I aimed the rifle. Unexpectedly the creature bolted forward closing the distance to Ruby Lynne in just a couple of seconds. I adjusted my aim, and fired.

The bullet struck the monster just behind the eye and it came to a sudden stop just inches short of Ruby Lynne's toes. I'd accurately hit the brain, but this still sent the creature's nervous system into disarray and it thrashed for a minute before it finally stopped moving.

Ruby Lynne smiled at me, acting less like a girl who nearly had her toes ripped off by a giant reptile, and glowing more like a freshly fucked teenager. "See there? Told you it works."

I untied her and after making sure the beast was really dead, we used a winch on the truck to get it into the bed. It looked like a nine-footer and Ruby Lynne said we would get about $400 for it.

Afterwards Ruby Lynne grabbed the picnic basket and a blanket from the back of the truck and we walked to a small grassy clearing to have some lunch. It was not lost on me that she had not bothered to get dressed again and remained completely in the nude. She seemed totally comfortable without a stitch on and I got the feeling that at home she often avoided clothes at all.

We spread the blanket out on the ground and she gave me a sandwich and a beer. I took my shirt off and munched on the peanut butter and jelly while trying not to constantly ogle her, but how does a healthy male keep his eyes off some naked girl who would put a Playboy centerfold to shame?

When we were done, she smiled at me shyly and said, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Well... well, yes!" I said, a little embarrassed about her straightforward question.

She blushed and pulled a vial out of the picnic basket. "I'd like to do it with you... I reckon you're kind of handsome and smart. But you'll have to use my backside, though. I ain't ready to go havin' no baby, and that's the way folks do it down here when you don't want to get caught."

I'd actually never done anal, and maybe I should have brought a condom but... "Well, I don't mind, if you don't. I mean it might hurt you, you know..."

"Well, I got this stuff, " she said, holding up the bottle. "And it's supposed to be mighty slippery and that should help..."

"It isn't made from a gator, is it?" I said, hesitantly.

She giggled, "No, silly. The aloe plant on our porch. I heard it works right good."

"Wait," I said, realizing she might be a virgin. "Have you ever done this before? Either way?"

She shook her head, blushing a bit. "No, you'll be the first one."

"But what about the guys... the guys who warmed you up to be gator bait before this?"

"I ain't layin' with my daddy or brothers!" she said, a bit piqued.

"Oh, no, I wasn't suggesting you should! I thought maybe you had a boyfriend that did it," I replied. I was glad to hear the Butlers weren't into incest.

She hung her pretty head. "I've never had a boyfriend."

I reached over and cupped her face, turned it to me and finally kissed her lips.

I stripped out of my pants and soon with we were entwined on the blanket. Her skin was so, so soft. I kissed my way down her throat and on to those big, soft puppies - I mean jugs - running my tongue around her hard, bubble gum pink nipples and then across her belly, finally finding her sweet pussy. As I licked her clit and heard her moan, "Eat me! Eat me like a gator! I'm gator bait!"

I slid my fingers insider her as I used by thumb to stroke her clit hood. I could feel the root of her clit caught between my digits and a rolled it back and forth as she whimpered with pleasure. It didn't take long before another orgasm ripped through her body making her arch back and thrash around in delight.

She smiled at me and rolled over; getting on all fours she said, "Okay, your turn!"

I took the bottle of liquid and poured it into her butt crack, working it in with my fingers. It was very slippery and actually smelled pretty nice. After using more if it to coat my erect cock, I spread her cheeks and pressed the tip against her rosebud. I pushed my way in a slowly as I could and fortunately the slipper concoction did its work. I moved one inch in, then a half inch out, then another inch in until was fully embedded in her anus with my balls up against her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" I asked, whispering in her ear.

"It hurts, but feels good at the same time," she replied. "You can fuck me, but start slowly."

I started moving very slowly in and out of her belly as I held her by her hips, but it was so hard to not just want to go rail her right there and then. Soon, though, she started moaning with what I took as pleasure and I started picking up the pace.

As we fucked her large jugs - I was really starting to like that term - swung back and forth with each thrust. I couldn't resist reaching down and cupping them as they moved to our rhythm.

"Slap them!" she said. "Go ahead!"

I hesitantly gave her left tit a half-hearted swat.

"No! Harder! Much harder!" she begged.

I gave her right jug and strong whack sending it swinging, and she whimpered the words, "Yes! Like that!"

Her ass was so tight and the sounds she made such a turn on that in just a few minutes I could feel the burning sensation of hot cum ready to erupt from loins. Suddenly I came and as I did I started thrusting into her hard and deep. It was without a doubt the best orgasm I ever had.

Afterward we lay together on the blanket, exhausted.

She reached out and stroked my still hard and slippery cock. "It did hurt my backside something fierce, but damn it was worth it!" she laughed.

***

As we drove back to her house from selling the gator we held hands. We'd each gotten $190 for the beast after a bit of haggling.

"What are you going to spend your half on?" I asked.

"I'll show you when we get to my room," she said.

"Does everyone hunt gators down here the way we just did?" I asked.

"Not all girls attract them the way I do," she replied. "My mom did and I guess I get it from her."

I realized this might be another reason why Jeb harbored anger at his daughter. When Charlotte died in birthing Ruby Lynne it had deprived him of income. Well, at least until Ruby Lynne was old enough to take her mom's place...

***

Up in her room, she pulled a book from the case and behind it was something hidden that looked like an old magazine. When I took a closer look I realized it was an old Frederick's of Hollywood catalog. You know that company that sold outlandishly sexy lingerie before it became all the rage.

"I want some of this beautiful stuff," she said, pointing at sheer baby doll nightgowns and white panty/garter belt combos. Then she looked up into my eyes and said, "Do you reckon I'd look pretty in these?"

"I think you would look fantastic in any of these outfits," I said.

"I want to figure out how to buy some, but the general store doesn't have them and I don't know how to use that internet contraption," she said, clearly frustrated. "I'm so dumb. My daddy says the only thing I'm good for is gator bait."

At that moment I realized that Ruby Lynne really didn't know how gorgeous a female she was. I guess that wasn't surprising in some ways. Ruby Lynne was isolated here and probably didn't even get to go to the general store in what served as Oaki Swamp's town center, that often. She didn't have a cell phone and there was no service out near their shack anyway. Even in what passed as the center of town it was spotty and slow.

We made a date to go gator hunting again the following Wednesday, when again she would be alone at the house. I thought a lot about Ruby Lynne during those seven days and what I could do about her situation.

***

The following Wednesday went just like the one before. By mid-morning we had aneight footer in the back of my truck and Ruby Lynne, again naked as a jaybird carried the picnic basket to the pretty clearing while I carried the blanket. We again ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as I ogled her incredible body with those bouncy jugs.

As we finished eating, I pulled out a wrapped package and handed it to her.

"What's this for?" she asked, perplexed.

"It's for you. Open it!"

She carefully tore the paper and opened the box. It was a sheer, white baby doll nightie. Her eyes widened.

"Straight from Frederick's of Hollywood," I declared.

"Can I put it on?"

I laughed, "Well, I'm not wearing it!"

It had spaghetti straps and an open front that tied together under her breasts. She stood and the see-through skirt fell just below her luscious ass. Excited, she spun and the skirt lifted, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her bare pussy and butt.

"How does it look?" she asked.

"On you it looks magnificent!" I replied.

She sat down next to me and I leaned over and gave her a kiss, hoping that again we would spend the afternoon making love.

After the kiss, she pushed me away a bit and looked into her my eyes. I could tell she was nervous about something.

"We don't have to do it again," I said, "if you don't want to."

"No, it's not that," she said. "I want to do it differently."

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"I want you to fuck my pussy," she said.

I was so stupid! I should have bought some condoms. They stocked them at the general store. I told her this and she replied, "No, you don't understand. I want you to put a baby in me. I want to have your child."

I was slightly shocked at her request. "Listen, Ruby Lynne, at the end of the summer, I need to go back to finish my degree-"

"I know. I don't expect you to stay around none. But I like you. I like you more than any guy I've ever met. I want a part of you growing inside me. And you're handsome and smart and I want my baby to be like you. Lots of girls get with child down here and the fathers aren't anywhere around. I promise I will take care of our baby and be a good momma. Please..."

I was flattered that she thought I was handsome and I guess compared to some or the guys in Oaki Swamp that was true. And part of me was thrilled that she was practically begging me to get her pregnant... So I nodded my head.

"There's one more thing before we do it," she said.

"What?"

"I want you to go get them stakes out of the truck bed. I want you to tie me down flat... just like we're out yonder baitin' the gators. And then I want you to take me," she said. Somehow, this surprised me less than the baby request. I had a sneaking suspicion that Ruby Lynne was excited by this kind of fun. Perhaps now, I was to be the gator.

Ten minutes later she was lying on the blanket on her back. The four stakes where now driven into the ground around the blanket and some soft ropes attached to her wrists and ankles. She looked helpless and very beautiful laying there. Taking a bandana I had in the truck, I tied it around her eyes, so she couldn't see what was happening, then started playing with her body.

I'd found a long feather at the edge of the swamp and started by teasing her with it. First, around the neck, then over those wonderful jugs of hers and then across the girl's lovely belly and thighs to her pussy. She was quickly moaning and whimpering with pleasure. Her pleas of "more" and "yes" in that deep southern accent she had was music to my ears and I was soon as hard as a rock.

I next started nibbling on her pussy. I was already damp, but my attention to her cunt soon left it sopping wet.

"Don't stop! I want you inside me! Please fuck me! Put your baby in my belly!" she begged.

I mounted her and slowly pushed my way inside her. I felt her hymen part and an involuntary shiver go through her body. Then I started moving insider her with a slow rhythm that accelerated with my desire to empty myself into her.

I have to admit the fact that the girl was tied down, blindfolded and helpless fueled my arousal. As I railed her I sucked on the perfect tits and ran my hands all over her velvet skin. I didn't take long before I couldn't contain myself and my cum erupted deep into her belly. I could feel her body respond, squeezing my cock as if to suck all the cum out of it and deep into her pussy.

***

Afterwards I untied her and she lay on my shoulder running her fingers through the hairs on my chest.

"Thank you," she said, "It was perfect."

"You know, you might not get pregnant the first time."

"I know, but you'll be here to the end of the summer, right? We have plenty of time to try again!"

And we did. In fact, Wednesday gator hunts became a regular thing for us. In fact, by the end of the summer I'd come to a decision. We were again in the clearing and Ruby Lynne was laying out the stakes for me to pound them into the earth around the blanket, when I grabbed her and pulled her naked body onto my lap and kissed her.

She kissed back, but must have sensed I wanted to talk. "Is something the matter?"

"I've decided that we are only going to continue this if you agree to leave Oaki Swamp and at the end of the summer and go with me to Virginia and become my wife."

I had realized I was deeply in love with Ruby Lynne and I didn't want her raising our child alone in this backwater. I wanted a better life for both of them, and I wanted Ruby Lynne as my mate forever.

"I know it's a lot to ask," I said. "I mean leaving the place you lived all your life and everybody you ever known-"

"Yes," she said.

"What?"

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes shining. "I want to go with you more'n anything. I'll be your wife, and gladly... but it ain't gonna be easy tellin' Daddy. "

We celebrated our decision by me teaching Ruby Lynne a new position. I put her onto all fours, then had her bring her wrists back until she could grab her ankles, then secured them together with the rope. Left wrist to left ankle and right wrist to right ankle. This left her blindfolded face buried in the blanket and her lovely ass proudly up in the air. It was as submissive position as she could ever dreamed of with no need of using stakes and Ruby Lynne nosily climaxed more than once. We fucked like crazy that afternoon, and I took her twice that way taking time in between to have a beer and gaze at her in the arousing helpless position in between. But as we made love I think it was still at the back of both our minds about what her father would say. I didn't think he would be happy about her marrying a "Yankee" (which, of course, I wasn't anyway) and even less happy about losing her contribution to the family income.

***

Amazingly Jeb took it better than I thought he would. At first, when we told him, he just walked out of the room looking mad. I thought that maybe he went into the backyard to get a shovel to hit me over the head with, but when he returned a few minutes later, he had a smile on his face.

"Alright, young fella. You can take her on out of here. But first, I reckon we ought to do one last gator hunt together... as a family," he said.

"As a family?" I asked.

"Well, you, Ruby Lynne and me. There's a gator I've been chasin' after for years. A real brute. Fifteen feet long, if he is an inch. They call him Godzilla after that Japanese movie thing. It'd pleasure me mighty well if we could bring 'em in before you go trackin' off with my baby," he said.

I glanced at Ruby Lynne. A look of hope washed over her face, softening her blue eyes She nodded.

"Okay," I said.

"Good. Bring your truck and gun tomorrow and I'll bring the rope and stakes."

***

I drove with Ruby Lynne next to me and Jeb on the far side of the seat. He guided us through some back roads into the swamp that I don't even know if Ruby had ever been down before. Finally we arrived at the edge of a muddy beach. This part of the swamp felt, dark, misty and haunted.

"You get the stakes set and I'll load the guns," Jeb said.

I was nervous. A fifteen-foot gator was just about the largest they were supposed to grow and I didn't like putting my soon-to-be bride in his sights. On the other hand, I wouldn't be the only shooter and I had Jeb to back me up if I missed.

It didn't take long before Ruby Lynne was staked down. I tied her extra tight to those wooden posts. She lay there nude, looking up at me and giving me an encouraging smile. "This is good. Daddy could give us a lot of trouble, but if we can get this big gator for him, he'll probably call it even."

I started warming her up with kisses while squeezing her jugs and stroking her pussy. Thank goodness Jeb walked a bit down the edge of the swamp, out of sight where he could look for signs of the approaching monster.

It took me about five minutes to bring Ruby Lynne to a climax. She seemed particularly aroused today, maybe because we both perceived the danger was higher than usual.

Suddenly I heard Jeb call out, "Here he comes!"

I retreated to a position where I was out of sight, but had a clear shot at anything approaching. Then I saw him. They say that you can estimate an alligator's size from the distance from the nostrils to the eyes: one inch for every foot of length. I swear this beast had a foot and a half between his snout and those dead eyes. As he got close I took careful aim and squeezed the trigger.

Nothing happened. I racked the bolt ejecting what I supposed was a bad round and a fresh one popped in. I aimed and squeezed the trigger again. Nothing!

"Jeb! It's misfiring. Shoot the gator!" I cried out. I turned to see him behind me, pointing his rifle at my chest.

"Thought you could just steal my girl away from me, didn't you? Just like that damn Yankee went and stole my Charlotte," he sneered, the rifle steady in his grip. "Well, now you and your little whore are both fixin' to wind up as gator bait," he laughed.

Ruby Lynne screamed. Godzilla had her by the leg. He pulled at the stakes and they snapped like dry twigs. Looking closely, I saw they had been neatly sawed halfway through at the water line--Jeb had pre-cut them and probably also loaded my gun with blanks. In a flash she was completely in the water. She yelled, "Daddy, PLEASE!"

Somewhere in Jeb's evil mind there must have been a shred of conscience left, his eyes shifted to her for just a moment, giving me a gap to act. I slammed my knee into his groin and grabbed the rifle from him, swung it toward the gator and fired.

I missed.

Instead of hitting the eye socket, the shot bounced off the monster's skull, but stunned him well enough that he let go of Ruby Lynne. Carrying the rifle I ran down to the edge of the water and pulled her out. She was limping and bleeding, but at least her leg wasn't broken. Dropping the gun I picked her up in my arms and carried her up the bank and away from the water. I finally put her down and examined her injuries. A number of gashes, but it could have been much worse.

"The gator will have you dead or alive," Jeb yelled. He had run down to the edge of the beach to retrieve the rifle and now had it pointed at us. I pushed Ruby Lynne behind me to shield her, but it was a useless gesture. The slug from that gun would easily pass through my chest and into hers.

He fired. He was a good shot, and he only missed because Godzilla had a hold of his leg.

The giant gator must have been stunned by my shot, but after he recovered he was as mad as hell, going after anything human and dragging Jeb into the swamp so violently he dropped the rifle. I ran down to the edge of the water and got the gun, but by then they were both gone and there was nothing to shoot at, but swirling water below a deep mist.

***

My uncle always kept a first aid kit in his truck and I used it to disinfect Ruby Lynne's wounds and bandage her up. On the way to the nearest clinic we got our stories straight: The three of us had been fishing when the gator attacked Ruby Lynne out of nowhere. Jeb had died saving his daughter's life. It wasn't the truth, but it seemed to satisfy the sheriff and later when we told them, her brothers.

Neither Jake nor Darrel seemed extremely upset over the news of their father's demise and thanked me for returning his rifle. Though Ruby Lynne might have gotten the bulk of his anger, I suspect he hadn't been a model parent to the boys, either. They also didn't seem to be worried that I was taking their sister back up north with me. It turns out Jake had secretly been dating a girl named Becky Sue Hardy. Jeb did not like the Hardy family and Jake had been worried about telling his father about his plans with her. Apparently, Becky Sue could also contribute to the family business, meaning the brothers had no problem with me taking Ruby Lynne with me. In fact, it was one less person to split Jeb's meager possessions with.

***

My parents loved Ruby Lynne at first sight and my mom took her by the hand to introduce her to the world outside of Oaki Swamp. She adapted surprisingly well to such things as computers, cell phones and the idea that there was a building you could go to and for free borrow any book that you wanted.

We were married that June after I graduated spending out honeymoon in Paris where we rode to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

After Ruby Lynne discovered the internet and that Fredrick's of Hollywood had a website so you could buy whatever you wanted and it would arrive at your door the next day, her collection of lingerie expanded enormously. She became a bit obsessed with these sexy things, but since I was the beneficiary of her addiction, I could hardly complain.

As much as you could take the girl out of Oaki Swamp, however, you couldn't quite take Oaki Swamp out of the girl. For one thing she never could stand to wear a bra except in the most formal of situations, so those jugs continued to bounce their way through life, much to my enduring pleasure.

And her youthful fetishes never quite left her either. I would often come home from work to find my bride upstairs, naked on the bed or in some skimpy lingerie, with ropes already knotted to the posts. She would lie there across the bed with a smile on her pretty face waiting for me to tie her up. And she would whisper "Come and get me, big boy. Use me for gator bait one more time."

The End