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The Hunt

By: itsumo



"His minions hunt the shadows of the eastern cities for suitable prey, to take back to the Forest to feed to him. Women, always; mostly young, inevitably attractive. It's said that he hunts them like wild animals there, in the heart of that land which responds to his every whim. A very few survive or are permitted to survive, for whatever dark purpose suits him. All are insane. Most would be better off dead. They usually kill themselves, soon after." (C.S. Friedman, Black Sun Rising ) 

She was too young and too delicately attractive to be found there. But there she was, a streak of white in the depths of the Forest's darkness. Her long auburn hair tumbled over her shoulders, glossy with the wetness of the cold heavy air. Her long white dress was torn and tattered in a dozen places, flashing hints of smooth creamy flesh. A tough bramble had caused a particularly scandalous tear from the hem almost to the hip. All these, she ignored as she came to a trembling stop in the middle of nowhere, ruby lips parted and panting with short rapid breaths, clear gray eyes wide with horror. 

Then the howls began again and again she gave a shrill cry of fear and despair as she plunges wildly forward again. She could see nothing before, behind or around her but they were close. As before, bloodthirsty jaws snapped at her ankles and globs of saliva of famished beasts landed on her skin whenever she flagged but not one claw had sank into her and no teeth had made a meal of her body. The only wounds on her were inflicted by sharp brambles, low boughs, and treacherous roots. She was being played with, she knew. They would chase her beyond the limits of her endurance and just as she would give up, break down, fall onto her knees and let them do what they wish with her, they'd retreat.

And throughout all, it wasn't the beasts she was most afraid of. It was Him who rode with them, hunting her like a wild animal on his night mare. Unlike His minions, He was silent. But He.. He was the worst of all. 

She felt the hysterics swept over her at the thought of Him. Her heart twisted and she threw her head back even as she ran to scream the tidal proportions of terror and anguish. 

It was then that she felt a moist tree root rose to grip her ankles and to throw her to the ground. She gasped as she fell onto the soft ground with a hard thud. The ache in her foot nearly killed her as she began to crawl painfully and pathetically away, praying to any and all powers that be to deliver her. 

Suddenly, she froze. The howls had stopped. Instead, she could hear the steady thud of boots. Her heart pounded ever wilder. She tried to turn, tried to strain around but the darkness closed in tighter than ever. She renewed her efforts to clamber away but relentlessly, the footsteps came closer and closer. 

Hysterical tears flooded her eyes as she felt a heavy hand grip her hair. "Noooo!" she screamed, twisting and clawing at the arm that was dragging her upwards. "God...noooooo!" A slap landed across her face like a whip. Her hair was released and she fell to the ground. Immediately, she struggled to her feet and attempted to run away. He followed calmly, His hand reaching and tearing the back of her dress. Thus slowly, He stripped her of the remnants of her dress even as she tried futilely to escape Him. 

Finally, protected only with shreds, He had her pinned against a tree. His hands gripped her wrists tightly and pressed them against the rough bark. He jammed his right knee between her legs forcing them to spread. She struggled, writhing her body against His knee. A tortured moan tore from her throat. A smile crossed His lips as He pressed his knees harder against her flesh. "Slut, you want this."

"Noooo! Please, let me go!" She struggled against him with the last reserves of strength like a crazed woman. 

He slapped her again, then gripping her by the hair, forced her round and pressed her face and belly to the tree. She sobbed as he kicked her legs open, she wailed as she felt his fingers flicked what cloth was left dangling from her body and she screamed as the hot hard flesh of steel pierced deep into her. 

Vainly she tried to fight Him, tried to fight the tidal waves of tortured emotions coursing through her. Her nails clawed at the tree and tore as her body began to slip downwards under His fucking till she was on her hands and knees, taken like a bitch against the tree. She moaned. 

He felt the grim satisfaction of taking her this way, contemptuously using her body for his pleasure. He enjoyed watching her distress, watching the foolish woman blind to her own feelings. The slut had wanted this from the beginning of the Chase, He could smell the wanton heat in the cat. It amused him greatly to see how she disguised her true self from herself, reading lust as terror, passion as anguish, ecstasy as hysterics.

The heat, the anguish...it is so intense, so intense. Please, oh god, please... He's killing her. She kept struggling against him like a wild she-cat, trying to get away from him only to be pulled back harder to be impaled deeper. Again and again and again. The torture would never end. She felt the final scream tearing out of her lips. She was going to die. Arrrghhhhhh! A blinding white light burst in her, she felt a sudden explosion of pleasure so pure, so exquisite she almost died with joy. 

For aeons she floated in heavenly bliss. Then she felt something stir within her again. Her eyes opened wide. He was taking her again. She gasped. 

He had hunted her like a wild animal and took her like a beast. And she loved it.

The Hunt



Becca looked every inch a sophisticated socialite that night, but privately she was sizing up everyone in the room like a huntress. As she sipped a glass of champagne she studied Ben and Cedric, the co-owners of this operation. She fingered her glass with a neatly trimmed nail. One could picture the two of them as the businessmen one encountered every day, albeit extremely fit and attractive ones. Ben noticed her glance and flashed her that all-American smile. He put a hand on Cedric's arm, his tanned skin contrasting with the ebony of his business partner's. Cedric glided over to her like a statue come to life.

"Rebecca, are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, genuinely concerned at her solitary stance by the bar.

She gave him a confident smile, nodding and running a hand through her hair. "Very much, Cedric. These past two nights have been straight out of a movie."

He tapped glass against hers. "Whatever hospitality Ben and I can offer is not enough for a beautiful woman like you." After a few minutes of conversation he disengaged himself and began chatting with the four other women, all of whom were dressed to the nines and laughing somewhat tipsily.

Becca kept to mostly herself that night, aware of what a charade the party was. The ten wealthy men around her, all clad in fitted tuxes, were really here to indulge their darker instincts. They were investors, executives, and military men, all carefully pre-screened for physical prowess and discretion. Her mind took her back to the offer she had received four months ago: $500,000 to be flown to this tropical paradise, wined and dined, and on the third day pursued like a hunted animal until she either eluded capture or was fucked to their satisfaction. Becca shook her head absently, aware as always what an interesting social circle she had to have come into such a scenario.

There was something about it that intrigued her beyond the money, something more visceral. As Leila, the event coordinator, approached her she realized that she would be here regardless of the pay.

Becca was intrigued by the older woman, whose pale blue eyes captivated everyone they caught. She recognized that this woman was more similar to herself than any of the other individuals on the island. Still, the two of them had exchanged more glances than words in the days since they met at the airstrip. Becca made up her mind to ask the question that had been in her mind since arriving.

"Leila, tell me something," she asked as coyly as she could. Leila placed a hand on the younger woman's arm and nodded.

"Ask anything you want," she offered.

"Why drove you to get involved with this?"

Leila didn't bat an eyelash. "The intensity. There's nothing like it in the world. Just wait until you see for yourself."

***

A soft hand on her shoulder drew Becca from her sleep moments after dawn. She opened her eyes and met those of Leila. Those pale blue eyes were locked on hers, the growing sunlight highlighting her long, graying hair. Becca felt herself tense up, her stomach suddenly a ball of lead within her abdomen. All those months of worry, excitement, and planning came down to this day.

"Showtime," declared the older woman, the faintest hint of a smile playing about the corners of her lips. "We'll meet on the patio in one hour. Wear the outfit in the bathroom." With her brief instructions delivered she was gone, the bedroom door clicking shut behind her.

Becca had rehearsed this hour many times in her mind and went through it on autopilot. She ate two of the energy bars in her pack, drank a protein shake, washed her face, and inspected the outfit laid out for her: tiny khaki shorts, a black stretch tank top with a built-in sports bra, black cotton panties, thick black socks, and leather boots. All the while, all she could think was, "What if they catch me? What if I'm getting fucked within the next few hours?" She paused before putting on the panties, running a fingertip gently over her inner thighs and grazing her lower lips. They were moist. She echoed Leila's near-smile as she finished dressing. For the remainder of the hour she took out her map of the island and studied it carefully. She held it as steadily as she could in her shaking hands as the daylight bloomed behind the silk curtains.

She felt strong, capable, and prepared. No man would get at her body without a fight this day. And if they fought hard enough...

***

The four other women looked decidedly less sure of themselves than Becca did as they gathered on the ornate patio of the mansion. Becca mused that she hadn't bothered to learn anything about her compatriots, not even their names. The five were dressed similarly in clothes that were sufficiently utilitarian for the woods but otherwise fairly revealing.

Leila stepped through the French doors carrying a stopwatch in her hand. Through the glass the women could catch glimpses of male faces, several made up with camouflage paint and anti-reflective black under the eyes. Muscular arms and chests were bared. Becca thought she caught a glimpse of a rope in one man's hand. They paced like wild animals waiting to be set free.

Leila spoke. "Ladies, I will give you a three-two-one. After that you have ten minutes before these doors open and our customers pursue you. Remember, you have signed your consent to be used for whatever sexual purposes they see fit if you are captured. Those agreements are valid until sunset." She looked them each in the eye with a bemused expression before adding, "Good luck." It was left open what good luck would entail.

"Three, two, one, GO." Becca took off like a lightning bolt for the woods to the west. Upon reaching the underbrush she changed course several times to throw off anyone who may have been watching from the house. The noises of the other women – the prey, she corrected herself – were quickly muted by the sounds of the forest.

***

Two hours passed before Becca came upon anyone. She was creeping along a dry creekbed, careful to step on gravel so as not to leave boot prints, when she heard the sounds of muffled screaming coming from the clearing above her. Muscles tensed for flight, she poked her head up high enough to see through the grass.

Two lithe women, both brunettes, were being carried to the center of the clearing over the broad, bare shoulders of two bearded men. Two others followed close behind, one holding a net and the other a length of rope. The women's wrists were bound and cloth gags had been tied roughly in between their teeth. They struggled frantically but the muscular, shirtless men held them almost effortlessly.

"Time to pay for getting caught, bitch," laughed one of the carriers, throwing his prize down on her back. Her supple body was now his prize to enjoy as he pleased, with or without her consent. She screamed again as he tore her shorts off and grabbed an ankle with each hand. He pulled one of the largest cocks Becca had ever seen out of his pants and rammed it brutally into the woman's cunt.

"Wet for me already, slut?" he taunted as he began pumping his dick into her, looking as though he would plant her permanently into the dirt. Behind him the three others had their catch on her knees. One undid her gag and immediately replaced it with a thick cock. She sucked it instinctively, almost hungrily, her lips making up in dexterity what her bound hands could not achieve. The screams of the first were quickly morphing into moans of pleasure as the hunter's giant cock stretched her pussy wide.

With a twinge of guilt Becca became aware that her own pussy was dripping. She had never seen such a scene of raw sexual power. Maybe hiding would be a better idea than running with her knees this weak, she thought... and then a twig snapped behind her and forced her choice. She whipped her head around, saw three big men running toward her at full speed, and took off with every ounce of strength she had.

Heart in her throat, she threw herself madly through the woods. She was truly scared despite her arousal, not solely because the men behind her looked muscular and aggressive enough to really fuck her senseless.

Then she was tumbling to the ground as a huge hand caught her arm and whirled her around. Her frantic eyes met those of her hunter. She recognized him as a military officer from America, and probably the most physically imposing of any of the customers. He grinned evilly.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this, bitch. You're the one we all want," he said.

"Fuck you!" she screamed, kicking him in the stomach with a booted foot as hard as she could. He didn't flinch. Instead, he flipped her onto her knees and slapped her ass hard. She screamed loud and long.

"You dirty whore. I'm gonna treat you like you deserve," he promised, heaving her over his shoulder. By this time the other two pursuers had caught up with him and were clapping him on the back. One ran a hand over her ass and gave it a squeeze through her shorts.

"Nice and firm. I can't wait to get my dick inside it, little girl," he laughed. His coarse words stung like an electric shock.

Becca's eyes took a second to adjust to the bright sun as the party entered the clearing. Squinting, she could make out a circle of men surrounding several naked females. As her captors joined the others she realized that all ten men and all four women were present. Then she was dumped onto the ground.

"Get those shorts off, bitch," ordered the man who had carried her over.

"Fuck... you," she panted.

"Wrong answer," came the reply. He yanked her head up by her ponytail and squeezed her cheeks between his fingers.

"Shut that slut up," shouted on of the men. Becca shut her eyes as the crowd began to cheer on her humiliation. She felt the head of a cock on her lips, and though she pursed them to keep it out its owner would not take no for an answer. Suddenly her mouth was full of throbbing, thrusting cock. Another cheer went up.

The man pulled out of her mouth long enough to reach down and rip her shirt straight down the middle. Her chest swung free. Two hands grasped her ankles and pulled them backwards, catching her off-guard. Within seconds her boots, shorts, and panties were off and flung far across the clearing. She was truly at their mercy now.

"OK, boys, just like we agreed. Get those other whores ready," the officer ordered. Becca caught a glimpse of the other women being pushed onto all fours, looking completely helpless in the midst of so many aggressive men. Pants came off and cocks sprang out, pre-cum glistening in the sunlight.

"First round, go!" Becca screamed more out of shock than pain as a huge cock parted her pussy lips and invaded her cunt. She had never been wetter in all her life, which was a good thing given the size of the organ inside her. When she opened her eyes she was staring at the face of an older brunette facing her in the circle. The woman's face was contorted in what can only be described as ecstasy. Behind her was a massive black man pounding her senseless with his tool.

"Switch!" The man fucking Becca gave her ass a hard slap, eliciting one last cry from her. Then the circle of men moved one space counterclockwise. Becca's jaw dropped as she comprehended the plan.

"I want anal on this bitch. She almost got away and she needs a lesson," declared the man behind her. "Get that asshole lubed up."

With a shaking hand Becca transferred as much pussy juice as she could to her asshole. She had been known to enjoy anal when she was in the right mood, but she was terrified of what this would be like. The man behind her spit into her asshole and lined his dick up.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" she screamed as he penetrated her. The woman to her left looked over fearfully, knowing that she would be facing this man in a few minutes.

The next hour was a blur of frenzied fucking. Becca's hair hung, sweaty and disheveled, and she obediently accepted whatever was shoved into her waiting holes. Again and again the intensity of the situation overcame her in an awesome wave of orgasm, like she had never experienced before. In a state of ecstatic semi-consciousness she realized that she was a piece of meat to be used, nothing more, to these men.

"Pair off!" shouted the officer, his voice hoarse from exertion. Two sets of hands wrapped themselves in Becca's filthy hair and two cocks were shoved at her face. She sucked them hungrily, gratefully, drinking down her own juices and those of the other women. They exploded almost simultaneously, drenching her face, hair, and chest with more cum than she had ever dealt with before. It flowed down her body and between her legs. Without thinking she scooped up a fingerfull and sucked it down greedily.

Looking around, she could see the other women doing the same. Their eyes were closed and their tongues were out in a pose of total submission to the lusts of their captors. They had been won in body and mind.

***

Becca had initially expected the island visit to end right after the hunt. Surely no woman in her right mind would want to stay on in the company of her rapists. The women present surprised her, though; the next few nights saw everyone concerned put the event behind them and assume the guise of normal social interaction. By the final day nobody would have guessed that these polite men had savagely fucked each of these sociable women gang-bang style.

Hours before they were set to leave by private jet, Becca heard a knock at her door. She swung it open and greeted Leila, whose face she had not seen since the morning of the hunt.

"I normally don't have any contact with our women after the event is over," the older woman prefaced. "But I think you're different from most, Ms..."

"Call me Becca," the other answered, smiling and leading them to a pair of chairs by the window.

"Becca, I see some of myself in you. My nature was similar to yours when I was younger and first experienced this place."

"You mean..."

"Yes, I was hunted just like you. I told you the night before you did it that there was nothing like it in the world."

Becca nodded. "I understand what you meant now."

Leila leaned forward. "It was so meaningful to me that I decided to stay on and help facilitate future hunts. That's what I'm here to talk to you about..."



The Hunt



Inspired in part by, The Pet Shop Boys' Discoteca, and my experiences dancing in discothèques in Europe as a college student.

Night lay thick all around, the city breathed with it, casting its long shadows over pools of light from intermittent streetlights.

She walked swiftly, a bounce of anticipation in her step that set her pale, layered skirt aflutter around her knees. She couldn't wait to get there. It was Friday night and time to dance.

Suddenly, from a shadow came a voice "Excuse me miss, is there a discothèque around here?" Nearly jumping out of her skin, she squinted into the shadows.

He was handsome she thought, in a pale, lean sort of way, dressed so neatly in a crisp button-down shirt and leather jacket. Something about him sent off an alarm in her mind. Drawing back slightly she answered "No, I'm sorry, there isn't. Try down by the waterfront." Turning away she increased her pace, rattled by the encounter.

Later on when the music had taken away all her fears, she danced with rapt abandon and forgot all about the stranger in the road. It was always this way, the beat seeping into her veins, better than any drug, any other thrill, pumping the blood up into her face and making her tingle from head to foot.

He could see her from the dark space in the angle of the stairs. Her feet hit the floor energetically with every beat, and she flipped her skirt up over her knees when the music took hold of her, granting him a flash of shapely thighs and smooth skin.

His eyes gleamed in the darkness above the red ember of his cigarette as he continued to watch her, spinning about. So lovely, her velvety brown skin, slicked with sweat, the swirl of long raven hair, eyes flashing with gypsy spirit. The music, frenetic as always, shifted, became more frenzied, wilder, eliciting an answering response from the dancers on the floor. His eyes never left her form.





The Hunt



She has a toy. It's called a Silver Bullet. She bought it three years ago in a sex shop in Toronto. At the time when she made the purchase, she could not, in her wildest imagination, dream that it would lead her to this night. Here in the forest, she runs naked in the light of the full moon. Heart pounding with fear and excitement, her skin glistens with sweat from exertion and small lines of blood, scratches from the branches that she brushes by. Her mind races faster than her feet. She glances over her shoulder to see if He is there. The forest seems empty but then she feels the vibration in her pussy and knows that He is close. She picks up the pace.

He'd put the Silver Bullet in her when she was in the passenger seat of His truck an hour ago. He had commanded that she remove all her clothes, which she did gladly, unsure of what was to come this night. The moon was full and the night warm as they drove the back logging roads. She spread her legs wide on the seat so that He could put the Bullet, a metal oval shaped egg about 2 inches in length and 1 inch in diameter, deep into her vagina. 

She smiled at Him, loving the feel of His hands on her. He did not return the smile, His face serious and intent on His task. He picked up the remote control device that came with the Silver Bullet and turned the dial to the first setting. She instantly felt the vibration of the metal egg inside her walls but only for a second before He shut it off. Satisfied with the effect, He then pulled the truck to the side of the dirt road. She waited, unsure of what to do. 

"Get out and run" He said in a low voice. She was instantly confused. 

When she didn't move immediately He swung her naked legs from the seat to the floor mat and reached over her to open the passenger door.

"I am giving you a head start, because I want it to be sporting. Now get out" He shoved her out the door into the dirt.

The passenger door closed when she got back to her feet. Her heart jumped with fear but the truck did not pull away. She peered into the window at Him, scared and confused. He lit a cigarette and slowly turned to meet her gaze. Her eyes pleaded. He reached up and turned the ignition off, then winked at her. Relief washed over her and she knew instantly that He wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. She smiled and spun around running deep into the foliage.

At first she didn't think. She just ran. Darting this way and that to avoid the branches and trees. Her legs, used to a 2 hour jog every day, pumped fast as she sprinted her way deeper into the forest. Beams of moonlight sliced through the canopy of the trees, urging her on, like beacons in the night. 

Her skin warm and moist with the beginnings of perspiration, she ignores the slight pain on the soles of her feet from the underbrush. The summer heat of the forest soon envelopes her as her mind begins to focus, catching up with her "flight" instinct. She slows, brain beginning to take over, tries to get her bearings. She stops to lean against a tree and catch her breath, listening for sounds behind her. All is still as she looks to her left and right, panning the forest for signs of Him. Suddenly her insides begin to vibrate as the Silver Bullet comes alive. She recalls that the remote device has a range of about 50 ft. Like a rabbit on the run from the Wolf, she takes flight again. 

This time her brain leads her legs. She moves more stealth-like, weaving through the thick bush, under logs, heading in a more determined path, stopping every now and then to listen, the vibration inside her stops but strangely, her pussy still pulses. Her sex is wet and swollen she but won't stop to think of that now. He will take care of her need, she is sure.

Up ahead the moonlight seems to brighten. A clearing. Probably tall grass for her to hide. She swings left and hugs the edge of the forest circling till she feels she has positioned herself far from the direction which she came. No movement from within her tells her she has time to hide. Her legs pump fast as she darts into the clearing at full speed then stops about 20 ft in the grass and drops to the ground. From here she can catch her breath and watch for Him to emerge from the forest somewhere to her right. 

The grass is wet and quickly cools her sweaty body. Her long hair is matted and moist down her back. There are small bloody scratches all over her calves and arms. Her breathing slows but her heart still beats wildly. She waits. 

Where is He? 

15? 20 minutes? She begins to wonder if she lost Him. Did she run too fast? She mentally wills the Silver Bullet to vibrate but it remains still. Panic begins to bubble up within her. She realizes that she has no idea which direction the truck is. For the first time she wonders what other animals there might be out in the moonlight. The taste of fear is in her throat. She scans the tall grass of the clearing and sees no movement. 

Where is He? Did she lose Him? Never, He is too good a hunter. She reaches down between her slippery thighs to feel inside and makes sure the Bullet is still in her. She looks up at the full moon and prays silently to the Goddess for courage. Please don't let me cry, she begs. 

Then she hears the low chuckle of laughter from behind her. She spins and He is standing not less than 10 feet downwind of her. He can smell her sweat. He can smell her pussy. He can smell her fear. Choking back the sob of relief, she stands and sees him hold up the remote, then turns the dial to the highest setting. She jumps with the sensation, turns and bolts for the center of the clearing, fear gone and the spirit of the game making her run again.

She doesn't get more than 5 feet before he tackles her from behind, pouncing hard on her back, knocking her to the ground. She fights with all her might but He is too strong. He grabs hold of her hair with one hand and roughly pushes her face to the ground while pinning her arm behind her back till she cries out in pain. His knees kick open her legs till she is stretched as wide as she her lower limbs will allow. She begins to whimper and He growls His disapproval. This subdues her. 

She stops struggling and yields under His control. He lets go of her arm but keeps a firm hold of her hair, standing and moving along side of her prone body till He is at her head. She waits with her head down at His feet, her eyes lowered and posture meek. His grasp turns light as He pets her hair, turning down the Silver Bullet to a slow throb. Panting at His feet, she pushes her face into His crotch and licks the bulge there. He unzips His pants and pulls out His cock, hard and straining in the night air for her hungry mouth. 

She sucks Him with abandon, saliva dripping from her lips while her tongue circles and caresses and her teeth gently rake the skin of His shaft. He moans and thrusts deeper hitting the back of her throat. When she feels His cock swell He suddenly pulls out, grasps her hair hard again and spins her body around. He drops to His knees behind her and probes her cunt with His fingers. Slippery and wet, He slips into her easily and finds the Bullet that He scoops out. She groans with need. 

Head down, body quivering, she waits for Him, her orgasm so close. When He thrusts His hard cock deep into her hole, she raises her head skyward, and howls her release at the smiling moon. Her pussy contracts around Him and the waves of orgasm sweep over her till her body is spent. He grunts and thrusts, wild and guttural to His own climax. He pumps His primal, liquid lust into her and she hears His howl ring in her ears till, He too, is spent and collapses on top of her. He rolls to His side, scooping her into His arms, pulling her into the crook of His shoulder. 

She snuggles in close, her face buried in His neck. She nips gently at His throat. It's what inferior wolves do to the Pack Alpha. It's a sign of submission.



The Hunt



Michael watched the room for signs of healthy prey. The dance floor was packed and all the couches in the lavish mansion were full of partygoers enjoying their drinks and exchanging small talk. The men of the room were either showing off the beauty of their wives and the jewelry they had bought them that cost six figures or more or trying to entice the hookers in the mix with more than just their wallets. The latter still confused Michael, if all they needed to do was give the women money then why not just hand it over straight away? The women in the party weren't stupid they could easily see through the flashy smile and read between the cheesy pick-up lines that the men tried to use on them. Were they hoping for a discount maybe?

Michael had little interest in the call girls present at the party, money wasn't something he had in unlimited supply and most of them charged enough to buy a used car. Besides, why bother with the hunt of your prey was all too willing to wander into your trap? He wanted a genuine challenge a beautiful woman who had to be lured into his trap with something other than a fat wallet.

As he walked through the groups of people he said occasional greetings and stopped to listen in on the occasional conversation. Most of the people were talking about their jobs, corporate executives like these didn't seem to know about anything else and he found it difficult to listen for any length of time. After several minutes of aimless wandering the one he was seeking finally caught his eye.

The fact that she was included in this group of elitists astonished him, her body type was large with wide hips, ample buttocks and massive breasts that threatened to burst free from the corset she was wearing at any second. A sheer scarf was draped over her forearms and across her back and a long skirt flowed down from the waistband of the corset. Her hair was extremely long hanging down past her waist almost to her thighs but her eyes were what caught his attention. Large and beautiful a man could stare deep into this woman's eyes and become lost in a sea of emotions and thoughts. Any man aside from Michael anyway who lived to meet prey like this creature. She was perfect in every detail and lost in a sea of pomp and circumstance making it easy for him to slip up next to her without being noticed.

"Beautiful evening isn't it?" he asked quietly.

"Huh?" she spun around startled by his sudden appearance. "Oh yes, gorgeous." She said without feeling.

"You seem distracted anything I can help you with?" he asked politely.

"I have a husband around here somewhere. As usual he seems to have found better company then me to spend his time with." Her irritation was plainly audible in her voice but he found it hard to read her expression. Her facial features suddenly became plain betraying nothing.

"Like you I am alone for the moment. My companion has found it easier to mingle in this crowd than I have."

"Two peas in a pod you and me. Come on, I need a smoke and to vent." The woman hooked her arm into Michael's when he offered it and the two of them traveled through the gargantuan mansion to find a balcony that overlooked the grounds where they could be alone. Upon further inspection Michael realized that the corset she was wearing was cinched so tightly her waist was about half as wide as it should have been.

"Been corset training long?" he asked as she lit up a cigarette.

"About three years, why?" she responded raising a querying eyebrow.

"I couldn't help but notice how tight your waist is underneath that thing. I'm impressed." He said smiling. She blew out a length of gray smoke and smiled back.

"Thank you, its nice to hear a genuine compliment." She held out one gloved hand. "My name's Theresa, what's yours?"

"Michael. And if you call me Mike I'll end our acquaintance by pushing you over the edge of the balcony." He said shaking her hand.

She chuckled softly and took a drag on her cigarette. "Fair enough. So you married?" she asked examining him. Michael began to get the impression she was sizing him up for something, his attempts to get close to this fabulous animal were working like a charm.

"Not at the moment." He answered.

"Divorced?" she asked cocking her head to one side.

"No, widowed actually. Poor thing died in her sleep several years ago." He left out the fact that he had been holding a pillow over her face at the time.

"Oh I'm sorry. That sounds horrible."

"Waking up next to a corpse was quite a shock but we move on. It isn't fair to those we love to dwell on their passing for too long I feel."

"That's very strong of you. I'm married myself obviously but I'm not sure for how long." She turned away from Michael to look out into the night sky. "I love him very much but this being left alone is starting to get to me. I know how important his job is and all but its tough to be second string to the man who I want to spend the rest of my life with." She sighed deeply and Michael moved in close to wrap his arms around her in a soft embrace. She leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder. 

"I just wish I could come first more often like at these damn parties. I've been here for three hours and I've seen my husband for all of about thirty minutes. I've spent more time with his damn receptionist than I have with him." Theresa complained.

"It sounds very difficult for you." Michael soothed her.

"You have no idea. I'll bet your wife never left you to her co-workers whenever she had more important things to talk about."

"We weren't exactly high society if you know what I mean, most of the people here make in a day or two what I make in a year." He sighed.

She backed away from him a couple steps and turned to study him closely. "How'd you get invited here then?" she asked confusion clear in her voice. Once again Michael could hear her emotions better than read them which was starting to set him on edge. Her face remained calm and still and betrayed none of the confusion she seemed to feel.

"I have a good friend who was invited here and asked me to tag along. I had nothing else to do so I agreed." He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. Theresa chuckled again and took a drag of her cigarette before flicking it over the edge of the balcony.

"Guess it helps to have friends in the right places."

"Or wrong places depending on your point of view." They both laughed.

"This party is boring the shit out of me and I'm horny as hell lets bag ass." She cocked her head towards the door and they hooked arms before leaving the balcony.

Michael was ecstatic, she had fallen for him hook line and sinker now all he had to do was decide how best to enjoy her before the night was over. He decided to go the romantic route, wine dine and worship her until the fatal moment finally came allowing him to enjoy her to the fullest.

Theresa led Michael by the hand outside and offered to drive him to her place. After they had driven away from the party Michael asked her why she was so willing to cheat on her husband.

"He's always buying some hooker for a romp in the sack. Doesn't even bother to hide it so I have my fun once in a while. Its not cheating if he does it first you know?"

Michael was forced to agree although he didn't quite get the logic of her argument. "Do you always meet someone at these parties like you say he does?"

"So many questions all of a sudden. Usually but most of the time I'm not in the mood so I just go home early and wait for him to catch up."

"I'm sorry I don't mean to imply anything I'm just curious about how a beautiful woman such as yourself could be left alone so casually." Michael decided not to ask any further.

"Well as you said earlier you aren't exactly high society so I can't expect you to understand. Lets just say that most of the women at that party are married only for their looks and how they make the man they're with look. Most of them are cool with it but unfortunately I'm not." She pulled up to a large wrought iron gate and slid a key card through the slot on the driver's side of the vehicle. A loud snap could be heard before the gates starting rolling open and Theresa drove them inside.

It only took a couple of minutes for them to reach the front of the house where a servant was waiting to take the keys to the car.

"Jason you still here this late? I hope Robert is paying you overtime."

"Of course miss." The tall blonde youth responded before eagerly jumping into the expensive sports car. Michael recognized the eagerness to drive the car, which Michael assumed was probably the primary reason he had decided to stay so late. Theresa escorted Michael into the house and led him up to her room on the second floor.

"He stays late because he loves your car." Michael said out of nowhere.

"Who?" Theresa asked caught off-guard.

"Jason, the youth downstairs who you gave the keys to."

"Why its just a car?" she said placing her hands on her hips.

"Not to him." Michael smiled and moved in close to her. Once he got close enough he placed his hands on her hips and looked deep into her eyes. She did the same and for a time neither of them said anything until Theresa broke the silence.

"Come on playboy, let's get some drinks. I'll fuck your brains out soon enough." Holding him by the hand she took him to a small room attached to the main bedroom. It had sparse furniture and seemed to be a lot roomier than it really was, Michael couldn't help but be drawn into the coziness of the room as he sat down on the only loveseat near the back. Theresa walked over to a small wet bar and poured herself a drink.

"Hope you like bourbon cause that's all I have left in any real quantity." She apologized.

"That's fine thank you." He accepted the drink and took a deep swig sloshing the liquid around in his mouth before swallowing and enjoying the burning sensation that followed. Theresa sat next to him and the two cuddled talking the night away. She told him stories of her travels to this corner of the world or that hot spot in some foreign country and he pretended to be interested. He'd heard many stories like hers before and probably could have filled in many of the details for her. He did his best to tell her about some of his own adventures but had a hard time believing that she was any more interested in his stories than he was in hers. After several minutes and a couple of drinks Michael could tell that Theresa was getting loosened up by the way she leaned against him. He was glad she had decided to get tipsy because it lowered her mental resistance and he could probe her mind bringing up precisely the emotions he wanted. 

Theresa stood up and walked back into the main bedroom untying her corset the whole way, Michael followed watching her slowly undress in front of him. When she was nude she lit another cigarette and breathed in deep, slowly she opened her mouth allowing a long plume of smoke to escape from her lips. Michael stood mesmerized by her beauty, her hips were shapely and her thighs were thick but her tits were enormous sagging low on her chest but jutting out at the same time. He couldn't get over her perfection and his luck at finding such a gorgeous animal.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked coyly drawing in another breath of smoke. "It's not like we're going to be caught." She ran a hand in between her thighs as she slowly allowed the cigarette smoke to escape from her lungs. Michael walked over to her and took a fistful of hair tugging backwards forcefully. Theresa hissed in reaction and tensed for a moment but relaxed as he kissed her neck gently starting at the base of her neck and working his way up to her earlobe. Using his mind he intensified his grip on her state of arousal distracting her from what was soon to come. She removed his clothing after placing her cigarette in an ashtray and took his member into her mouth sucking greedily.

It was Michael's turn to hiss in delight as she blew him where he stood. Her lips provided the perfect amount of suction and her tongue danced along the length of his shaft driving his own state of arousal through the roof. It made it hard for him to concentrate on her mind and hold her senses in check but he managed as she sucked him to hardness and beyond. Holding her hair he pushed her head back and forth over his cock and she clutched his thighs holding on tightly. The pain of her long fingernails digging into his skin helped to take his mind off his arousal and he was able to keep from coming into her mouth but only barely, having had enough he pulled her off of him and stood her up.

Embracing her tightly he began kissing her neck again and expanding his control of her mind until she could only feel what he wanted her to feel, that being any sexual stimulation he was trying to provide. Now having total control he picked the spot carefully, the left side of her neck, directly above the large artery that pumped hot fresh blood to the rest of her body. He fondled her tits teasing the nipples to provide extra stimulation to distract her, she responded perfectly moaning and breathing heavily while playing with her own sex distracting even more without even realizing it. Michael chose his chance carefully and right as she was about to orgasm two razor sharp fangs grew in place of his canines and he pushed them through her skin, deep into her flesh to puncture the vital artery that gave her life and now fed him. He grew excited hearing the tissue around her neck tear underneath the pressure of his fangs and when her blood burst from neck into his mouth he became overjoyed, the taste of her life was more intoxicating than any liquor could ever have been and he savored it greedily.

"Oh God Michael, don't stop." She begged not realizing that she was begging him to kill her. He stopped feeding long enough to lay her down on the bed and maintain his control over her mind, without his constant input she would noticed that her neck had been punctured and that she was bleeding to death. Not that it mattered much she was doomed already but any fighting or panicking on her part would ruin the mood and he intended to make the best of it.

Her blood spilled rapidly from her bite wound forming a pool at the base of neck that soaked into the sheets. Michael pushed his cock into her wet pussy and began fucking her like mad, occasionally leaning over to drink from the fountain of blood spraying from her body. Theresa moaned and clutched him tightly as he fucked her raking her fingernails over his shoulders and back. Michael thrust into her forcefully and rapidly trying to get himself off before she died, he figured she only had another minute or two tops before the blood loss became too much for her body to take. 

"Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me faster, oh god I'm coming!" she shrieked loudly, her body arched and bucked almost tossing him off her in an impressive display of strength. Michael held on tightly and fucked her even harder and faster feeling his own orgasm build to a fever pitch. 

Theresa's body grew still and her breathing slowed until she was rasping long quiet breaths. The blood that was spilling from her neck a covered a large area underneath her body and soaking her hair along with the bedding and occasional spurts of blood from the wound in her neck were fading until they finally stopped along with the woman's breathing. 

Without understanding how, Michael came inside the woman he had just killed, quite a feat for a vampire who was little more than a walking corpse. Cleaning himself off and dressing he made as little noise as possible when leaving the bedroom that had become a tomb, showing himself out a young female servant approached the door.

"Shh." Michael placed one finger over his lips indicating that she should stay silent. "Your mistress is sleeping like the dead. I guess the party wore her out."

"Yes sir. Shall I show you out?"

"I can find the way on my own, thank you." Satisfied in both hunger and feeding Michael entered the night wondering where to find his next prey.

The next morning the same young servant opened the door to Theresa's bedroom to find her lying where Michael had left her, perfectly nude blood still damp on the sheets from where it had spilled from her neck. The stain covered the entire area around Theresa's lifeless body and some of it was even dripping onto the floor. It clung to her pale skin and held her hair together in blood soaked clumps and made the servant gag in horror at the site. The bite wound was clearly visible in the light and the servant tried to scream but found her voice was failing her. Suddenly, Theresa's eyes opened and she sat up to look at the servant.

"Oh my god Theresa, are you ok?" the young girl ran up to Theresa's side looking her employer up and down. Without word or warning Theresa pulled the young woman's neck to one side and bit through the skin at the base just above her shoulder. The girl screamed in pain as Theresa's fangs tore into her shoulder and she tried to push the vampire away. Theresa released her after drinking her fill and the servant stumbled and fell clutching the wound in her neck that was still bleeding profusely.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She told the wounded girl.



The Hunt



Something wild and dangerous paces just below the surface. The leopard watches through my blue eyes. Her snarl curling my lips. The flexing of her claws echoed in my fingers. A leopard mates only with one strong enough to claim her. A savage clashing of beasts, each going their own way afterwards. But the human side brings me back time and again to this club. Forever searching for that wild mindless release. A maddening mix ... the leopard will accept only one thing ... the human hopelessly addicted to it.

So each night I come back, focused and unrelenting of my standards. I joke, laugh, dance and play as the leopard crouches, hunting elusive prey. She whispers to me that for only one will she be tamed.... a dangerous feral pet; safe only to the hand that is strong enough to collar her. But night after night our hunt is unsuccessful. We find poser after poser. Few come so very close but not quite close enough.

So we slowly we become complacent, watching but not paying attention. This club is our territory and we are confident that we know it well. Then comes the night HE appears, a hunter in his own right, stalking through the crowd... the beast in him calling out to us. The leopard is instantly aware, my own pulse speeding. Let the Hunt begin.

As I do on most nights, I sit in a darkened corner, surrounded by the living pulse of the club. The music pounds the senses mercilessly with its driving rhythm. Secluded tables offer precious little release from the onslaught, while rooms towards the back of the club offer release of a different kind. My position grants me a clear view of the bar and dance floor... and him. Tall and leanly muscled, he moves with a grace the leopard and I recognize easily. Dark hair barely touches his collar and his clothes announce his taste and high standards. His restlessness is clear as he ignores the smiles and brushing caresses of the women who try to draw his attention. Striding towards the bar, his eyes constantly scan the crowd. With a smile of anticipation I leave the table.

Knee-high boots add precious inches to my five feet of height. Blonde hair gathered at the crown of my head still falls to mid-back, framing a delicate, trim body. A black silk dress clings to my curves and barely comes down to the top of my stockings. I slip through the crowd easily, all the while aware of the lustful gazes that follow me. But it's only one gaze I'm concerned with and it's not turned toward me. Yet. 

As I near the bar, I can't help but take the opportunity to drink in the sight of him and savor the thrill of the hunt. With a look that hints at the wildness just barely constrained, a red-head nervously moves out of my way, allowing me to step up next to him. The energy he gives off is truly delicious. The leopard purrs in my ears, long and low. Without looking to my left I call the bartender by name and ask for a water. From the corner of my eye I catch the slow turn of his head, the heat of his gaze on my body. We're close enough that I'm sure he can catch the scent of my perfume and my arousal. Looking up I catch his gaze in the mirror behind the bar, my head tipped back as drink from the bottle. A small smile graces my lips as I hand the bottle back and head for the dance floor.

The music is hard and driving. A perfect match for the evening, offering no mercy to the weak. It shakes me to the very core, feeding the wildness in me. Moving to the center of the floor I begin to dance .. not with anyone in particular ... I just dance. Men try to match me but they are nothing and easily ignored. It's just me and the music and the need to move. Closing my eyes I loose myself to the beat.

Strong hands grip my shoulders and pull me back. There's no need to see who's caught me ... it could only be him. He lifts my arms over my head, grasping both wrists in one hand, causing me to lean back against him. Our bodies meet in long line. I can feel the heat of him through the thin silk of his shirt. As we writhe and sway to the music my ass brushes against his cock teasingly. I can feel more than hear his sharp intake of breath. Sharp teeth graze over my neck. It sends tingles through my body ... liquid heat tightening the core of me. Growling low in my throat, I turn. 

Facing him, my bright blue eyes match his fierce amber ones in open challenge. The spark and slight narrowing of those topaz orbs tells me that the challenge is acknowledged and accepted.

His strong hands capture my wrists and pin them behind my back. Pulling me flush to the front of his masculine body, we both moan at the heat of need flaring between us. Gripping both delicate wrists in one large hand, he wraps his fist with the silken length of my hair and pulls back sharply, tilting my face up sharply. I'm nearly breathless as his eyes hold mine and lay a blazing brand of ownership over my soul. Without thought or care to our location I grind against him. My thundering pulse drowns out the music ... my sight is narrowed till all I see is him ... my awareness focused on just the two of us.

The feel of a second set of hands on my hips rudely draws me from my enthrallment. But for the fist still buried in my hair, I would turn and snarl at the unwelcome advance. Instead I'm pulled even tighter against his lean body. My gaze darts up to see him warning away the interloper with a purely possessive look. The hands drop away from my hips quickly but with a lingering regretful caress.

Sharp teeth catch the edge of my ear to send delicious shivers down my back. His smooth deep voice purrs in my ear, "Let us find somewhere away from prying eyes. I have no desire to share your sweet treasures ... this time."

Suddenly I am released and left to stand on my own two feet. Warm fingers grasping my hand, draw me along behind him. After a moment my head clears. I silently ask him to pause by laying my hand on his back. This is my territory, my place, and I can offer better than the rooms that are available to the public for a price. Though I know it must go against his nature, he follows me to a door set off to the side of the bar. A tall heavily muscled man nods to me and moves away from his post in front of the door. He earns a smile and a bonus on his next check by holding the it open so that I and my guest can pass through it quickly.

He is silent behind me as he's lead up a short flight of stairs to the room that sits above the bar. Making sure the door is locked, I pause and wait a few steps into the room, watching him closely. He stops before the huge bank of one-way windows and looks down at the throbbing mass of humanity on the dance floor. Toeing my heels off, I pad over on stockinged feet to stand behind and just to the side of him.

This room is the complete opposite of the rest of the club. It is a soft calm quiet haven. The music is barely more than a whisper. Even my footsteps are silenced by thick, lush carpet.

Without turning towards me he speaks. "You are not what you seem."

Standing near him, but not touching, I respond. "You were wanting something predictable?" Without warning I find myself pulled roughly around to stand in front of him. Large hands cup my cheeks, tilting my face up to receive his wild kiss. Drowning in the feel of his lips, clutching and clinging to him, I know the time for talking is past. The dance has begun.

With a soft growl, he pushes me away, the bare skin of my back against the cool glass. A challenge lights my eyes as he looks me over, silently daring him to continue. The tension is so thick I can taste it, hot and heavy on my tongue. Groaning impatiently, I reach for him, unwilling to wait any longer. 

He grips my wrists and raises them high above my head, his laugh mocking my need. "No, no girl. You've had your way for far too long." His words barely have time to sink in before I find myself turned roughly, body pressed against the glass wall, wrists pinned. With his hips pinning mine and hand drawing up my dress, I can't help but struggle a little, giving into that beast inside me who just come easily. "We do it my way tonight."

My dress is pulled roughly over my hips and bunched at my waist. Grinding my ass back, stroking against the hard shaft that is barely concealed by the material of his slacks. The fire of need and pure lust burns low in my belly. "Then fuck me, damn you!" I grit out between clenched teeth. 

His teeth clamp down on the back of my neck, biting and sending shivers through me. I can barely hear the rasp of his zipper over the gasping of my breath and pounding of my pulse. The scrap of lace that I generously term as panties is drawn down with a rough hand, his finger pushing into that tight hole. I can't bite back the groan or the reflexive spreading of my thighs to give him greater access. 

With slow strokes he teases me. Adding a second finger, driving me need higher, drawing whimpers and moans from my throat. I know what he wants. He wants, craves to hear me beg. Beg for more, for release ... to be fucked by him. I feel the wild thing inside of me snarl softly then give a hard shiver as even it succumbs to him. 

"Please. God please I can't take anymore," I moan out brokenly, hardly aware of how my voice echoes my desperate state. As soon as the words are out of my mouth his fingers leave my hungry cunt. With firm hands gripping my hips he pulls me into position, the head of his cock poised for the first thrust but holding me from pushing back. 

A long low growl rumbles from his chest as he buries himself deep. I echo that with my own cry. God he fills me, stretches me. So deep and pulsing. Pulling back slowly then driving back in. Each thrust sounding me down to the roots of my soul. Pounding into me, bracing against the glass, screaming and crying out, thrusting back at him. His hand wrapped in my hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to look through the one-way glass to the maddened masses below us. 

"Look at them. Look at all those men who would love to be in my place. And none of them could ever do this for you." His voice growls in my ear, his body claiming mine completely. His words send me over the edge ... spinning out of control ... my entire body throbbing and shaking in release. 

Strong fingers digging into my hip, pulling on my hair and biting down on my neck, he growls out his own climax .... shoving himself so deep that I'm not sure that we'll ever be separated completely now. An arm runs around my waist, holding my weight as my knees buckle. 

Breathlessly we lean against each other, sinking back into our own skins. But something has changed .. for the both of us. 

Who was the predator and who was the prey in this hunt?



The Hunt



This is a story of erotic fiction intended for an adult audience. It is set in the Victorian era of England. It starts slowly, setting the scene but does become deliciously decadent...

*

Jessica looked out the coach's window to the imposing mansion at the base of the long lane. She recalled with a smile her many teenage visits to Lord Redden's home. The manor house was eclipsed from her view as the coach turned down the lane. The tall hedges on either side cast long shadows in the autumn day's late afternoon sun. She remembered the beautiful gardens that lay beyond the hedges to her right and unspoiled forests beyond the hedges on her left. She had never seen the forest in autumn, as all of her previous visits were summer affairs. Her last visit here had been the summer just after her 17th birthday.

She turned and smiled to John, her husband of 18 months. She could not believe her good fortune in gaining such a handsome and cultured gentleman for herself. Tall at two inches over six feet; his blond hair, arresting blue-grey eyes and powerful physique made him look much older than he was. At 22 he was only three years her senior and heir to the ancestral lands of the Brenner family.

Jessica was the eldest of five surviving children, all girls. Her mother had died in the futile childbirth of a stillborn son when Jessica was 14. Her father was a self-made millionaire industrialist. He had literally climbed from rags to riches in only ten short years. Jessica had known privation and hard times as her father's climb had started in her ninth year. 

He had been working as a millwright for a mining firm when the mine had closed. Fortunately he had some money set aside. Looking about for something to do, he had invested some of his hard earned money in a wool and dyeing plant lower down in the valley. A well-read man at a time when most were illiterate, he had recognized early the poor quality of the wool from the upper valley and set about to teach some of the herders the knowledge of better animal husbandry gleamed from the local libraries. He had immediate success and the wool from these herds was far superior to all of the wool in that section of the valley the following year.

Soon, more of the herders were coming to him for advice, which he freely gave away, asking only that they brought him their wool first at sheering time. Two years later he had all of the best wool from the area, increasing the wool plant's and the local herder's profits by more than half over their best years.

Her father had a certain knack for management and found companies that were doing poorly that he could buy into or buy outright using the extra money he had earned from the wool, and then would turn them around. Soon most of the industry in the area belonged to, was controlled or was partnered by her father. Within five years he had made his first million, his meteoric rise disrupted only briefly by the death of his wife. Two years later was making almost a million pounds in profits per year! Unheard of riches for all but the loftiest of the gentry!

Without an heir her father had sought to make marriages of conveniences for his family. Jessica had been to a visit at Lord Redden's mansion in her sixteenth year when she had the good fortune to encounter her future husband, John Brenner. The youngest of four boys his father dotted on him. As he was, at the time, not in line to be the heir when he had asked if he could marry Jessica, his father had sought out Jessica's father for a marriage contract of convenience for both families.

For the truth was that the Brenner fortune was slipping through the family's hands. With four boys and three girls to prepare for their place in the world, the fortune would not survive intact being split amongst them, which meant that only one the girls could offer the best dowry and at least two of the boys would have to fend for themselves in the world of commerce! Jessica's dowry was meant to help the youngest son do just that.

Here, Jessica's father's management skills came to the fore. He taught Lord Brenner's serfs some animal husbandry skills, brought in a new estate manager and turned the profits around within a year. With the inclusion of Jessica's dowry, the Brenner fortune was now building and could have provided for all of the seven children.

Darkness clouded her mind as Jessica thought of the three older brothers who had died in such tragic circumstances. Brian, the second son whom she had never met, had gone off to war and never returned; killed on the battlefield only a few weeks before Jessica's betrothal had been announced. 

Charles, the eldest son, had also gone to war but had returned. Unfortunately he had contracted Syphilis and unknowingly passed it along to many of the local women before, two years after his return, its source had been traced back to him. He had died with no legal heir seven years after his return from war and six months after Jessica's wedding.

David had also died tragically less than a year after her wedding. Jessica had been there to witness the event. Jessica loved the hunt, whether it was fox hunting or Pheasant shooting, she never missed an opportunity to join in. She had been there just to the left of David on a Pheasant shoot when a bird he had winged fell beyond the fence on his right. He had gone after it himself, hopping the fence and dropping the freshly loaded shotgun, which had fired into his groin. David had died in the most horrific pain less than three days later, the last day spent in total delirium. He left a widowed bride in the late stages of pregnancy who had given the Brenner family yet another girl.

This meant that John was now the heir to the Brenner title and fortune.

Lord Brenner looked to John to produce the next heir, but so far Jessica had not fallen gravid, despite their considerable attempts at doing so! Her friends who had married before and even after her had all fallen gravid and some were now well along on producing a second child in their marriages! 

Jessica flushed at the thought of her wedding night...John had not been allowed to partake of the local village maidens due to his elder brother's indiscretions...so he had come to their marriage bed a virgin as had Jessica. She remembered their fumbling first attempts at sex, their mutual discovery of what delighted and what didn't, their growth in sexual exploration and mutual passion and the shared revelations of what heightened these passions. John almost always brought her to orgasm and she ensured he had the greatest pleasures she could provide for him! They had enjoyed immensely learning about sex...and still enjoyed learning new things!

Jessica's thoughts were abruptly terminated as the coach came to a halt in front of the mansion.

Lord Redden had watched as the coach had approached the manor house. He was a handsome looking man in his late thirties. His looks, title and fortune had always attracted the ladies to him. There had always been rumours around him referring to his philandering ways but no one had ever pressed charges against him. The reason was simple...he never played with any but willing married couples and had absolutely never partaken of a single woman...with the exception of his wife!

He remembered Jessica as a girl growing up during summer visits to his home. She had developed from a scrawny girl into the young lady he remembered from the summer before her wedding.

He smiled in delight at Jessica as she alighted from the Coach. He wasn't aware of the reason for it but the flush of her skin accentuated and highlighted her beauty. His heart skipped a beat as he looked on her. She was exquisite! Tall for a woman at 5' 7", she had filled out into a most beautiful woman in the most elegant of ways. She had fine breasts and flaring hips that were more pronounced because of the current mode of dress, which accentuated the waist. Her long blonde hair was tied up under her hat exposing a face exquisitely sculptured in the classical vein, the flush of her skin enhancing her deep green eyes. He so much hoped that the Brenner's would partake in his version of The Hunt!

"Jessica how delighted to see you once again!" he fawned over her, gently kissing the back of her hand. "Good evening to you John, it is good to see you again as well" he said with a nod to John and a firm handshake. 

"Welcome," he cried turning to point the way. "Welcome to my home!" 

The trio rushed forward and tumbled through the door into the relatively cool interior. Jessica hadn't realized how warm it was outside, even with the sun on its downward journey. She was grateful for the reprise from the sweltering early evening, and even more so for the chance to use the privy! Travelling in a coach was so brutal to the kidneys!

They spoke together for half an hour getting reacquainted with Lord Redden. "Please call me Michael!" he had told her, "As you are no longer a child!" She had blushed at the thought; she had known him only as a teenage girl for what seemed the longest time! She knew that it would take time for her to get used to her new station in life!

Lord Redden...Michael she reminded herself...had told them that those guests who had already arrived were currently in their rooms preparing for supper, which would be in one hour. The Brenner's took their leave and followed a servant to their quarters.

For the first time, Jessica found herself in the West wing of the house; she had previously only been in the East wing along with her mother, and after her mother's death her governess, and any other families. 

They were placed in the Red suite, which consisted of a sitting room, an indoor privy, a dressing room for each of them and two bedrooms, which contained a large bed each. The rooms were all done in red, hence the name. When they inquired as to why two bedrooms in the suite they were told that sometimes when Lord redden had many guests they would share a suite, though this was usually single men or women who did so.

As the maid left their bedroom Jessica looked at the painting, which hung above the comfortable bed. It showed in graphic detail a naked man and woman abed kissing and touching each other. She looked to her husband and smiled. He laughed and chided her that there was only enough time to get ready for supper! Jessica blushed furiously turning bright red in her embarrassment! She swatted her husband's arm and then turned into her dressing room where, with the aid of her dressing maid, she prepared for the supper.

The party was given a Hunt theme so all guests were asked to dress as they would for a hunt. Jessica was dressed in short riding boots, a dark green riding dress, dark blue vest over white blouse, dark blue riding coat, top hat and riding gloves while her husband was dressed in beige riding pants, tall black riding boots, red riding coat over red vest and white shirt, top hat and gloves.

Supper was held in the West wings dining room, which was larger than that of the East wing and almost as large as the Centre wing's ballroom. Jessica noted with shock the many paintings of explicitly painted nudes around the room. She had seen their counterparts for years...such as the God Bacchus presiding over his Bacchanalia. However, where that painting had showed Bacchus lording over a drunken party with a few discretely painted nudes, this painting showed Bacchus presiding over an explicitly painted orgy!

All the other paintings in the room were of the same variation, masterpieces all, probably done by the original masters of the artworks she had scene in other parts of the mansion. But whereas those paintings may have shown naked women and men, their poses had left much to the imagination or may only have hinted at sexual play or innuendo, the paintings in this room, by contrast, left nothing to the imagination. They were painted in the most lurid and shocking detail of sexual play and revelry! The looks of ecstasy on the women's faces and lust on those of the men were clear to see. As was the look of satisfaction on those who had obviously sated their desires! Wherever Jessica looked around the room, one of these luridly illustrated sexual scenes was sure to stare her right in the face! 

No one else seemed to mind the paintings or simply ignored them...so Jessica did not make a fuss, and truth be known, she was feeling a little randy looking at them. She kept looking at John and touching him gently, trying to will him to take her away to their rooms but she knew they would be at meal for some time yet!

The meal of course was sumptuous. There were 15 couples including Lord Redden and his wife. Carole Redden was only a few years younger than her husband and unfortunately barren...however, her husband loved her dearly and had refused to divorce her, for barrenness was one of the few reasons divorce was permitted by the church.

During the course of the supper five Gold Sovereigns were discovered by various people in amongst the various courses of the meal. When Sherry was brought out, Lord Redden collected these five people and their spouses and departed with them to an adjacent room. A short time later two of the couples returned. One couple sat down and continued their conversations with their friends, while the other couple collected their things and departed. Jessica was not to see them again.

Some time later their host returned and lifted his cup in a toast. "To the Hunt!" he cried out and with a throaty cheer all stood and toasted with him. The many partiers regaled each other with hunting stories for perhaps a quarter of an hour when Lord Redden stood again.

"Friends," he called, bringing conversation to a halt. "Tonight I bring you a special hunt! Tonight we will go into the forest during the Rut! We shall seek to find the Stag of the Forest and watch as he gathers his Doe's!" He pointed out the painting of 'The Hunt'. It showed the Stag of the Forest covering one of his harem, while a hunter with bow and arrow looked on from concealment, his pants around his knees and his rampant manhood buried in a wenches barred cleft as both secretly watched the Stag rutting!

Cheers greeted his words and Jessica cheered as loud as any. They left the West wing and moved into the forest. Each of the men held a lantern aloft and his woman on his other arm. The new moon had risen and where it peeked through the trees it made the journey much easier. They followed the Reddens up and around the hills of the virgin forest for perhaps an hour until they came to a point in the path above a clearing that formed a natural amphitheatre.

Strangely the clearing was well lit with torches and lanterns. Lord Redden moved down unto a rocky outcrop that placed him below and in front of the assembled witnesses yet still above the clearing itself.

"Please douse your lanterns and remain quiet." He quietly ordered and then turned to look into the clearing. For several long minutes nothing was said. No one moved, nor coughed, nor spoke. Suddenly Jessica heard the braying of hounds. The sounds were distorted as if by distance, so that they almost did not sound like hounds at all.

A few minutes later there was movement in the bushes at the edge of the clearing. Something was making a cautious approach to the clearing. Jessica wondered if it was the Stag that they were here to see. And then she saw light reflected off a red-brown hide. 

Jessica was so expecting to see a stag that what she saw did not register immediately. Then she gasped and grabbed tightly to her husband's arm. For there below her was the most magnificent specimen of a man she had ever seen!

He was tall, lean, well muscled and very well formed! With the exception of his boots and a silly hat that held a small pair of antlers to his head; he was naked as the day he was born. This surprised Jessica for; despite the paintings she had seen earlier, it was the custom at this time not to completely disrobe even during washing or sex!

The man's face was painted so that it appeared to be the face of a deer. Even if she had known the man, she doubted that she would have recognized him thus masked! His body was skilfully painted a red-brown colour with two exceptions. His chest and stomach were painted white except for a Y-shaped unpainted patch of skin that descended from his nipples to his navel and then down to his groin. Jessica could not help but to look at his manhood. It surprised her when she realized that his was limp, but even so was quite large! She wondered what it would be like when he became aroused...and then what it would feel like in such condition! She suddenly found herself blushing furiously and holding on even tighter to John! As the "Stag" turned to look about the clearing, it became obvious that this clear patch of skin extended through his legs and on either side of the cleft of his magnificently muscled buttocks!

He moved silently about the clearing, obviously checking things but never once looking up. In the centre of the clearing was a fire behind which three brown riding cloaks hung. He gently ran his hand over the cloaks. He stoked the fire and a moment later he disappeared back into the bushes. Lord Redden turned back to the assembled crowd.

"Earlier this evening, five people found a Sovereign amongst their food. These had been distributed randomly such that even I was unaware as to who would find them. I invited these five couples to participate in this evenings hunt. Two of the couples declined. One of the couples who have declined has just discovered that they have fallen with child and did not wish to risk things on this evening's activities. I congratulate this couple," he said with a small bow in their direction. "The other couple declined outright and has left."

Lord Redden looked around at his guests for a moment before continuing. "I will state now that I will not force anyone into anything they do not wish to partake in. We are all adults here of what I believe to be like minds. Many of us are childless. Most of us are adventurous. So I offer you a new adventure in which you may participate, should you be chosen, and should you be so inclined.

"The three couples who have chosen to participate have been separated. The women have been decorated as "Does" in like manner to the stag we have just seen!" At this many of the guests tittered and murmured. After a moment, Lord Redden held his hand up for silence.

"Two of the couples have participated in adventures here before, one has not. This doe will be decorated in white!

"The "Does" were released into this forest approximately half an hour after we left the manor house. Their goal is to find this clearing and one of those cloaks below. If they do so, nothing will happen to them.

"The light in this clearing will help them to find it, but because of the forest they must get within a few hundred yards to see it. They have no light, but the new moon should help them move through the forest. 

"They have three obstacles to overcome: First, finding the clearing. They must get close to it to see it.

"Second, they must get by the "Stag of the Forest" if he finds and captures them before they retrieve a cloak, he may rut with them as he pleases!" Again there was murmuring from the assembled host...once more Lord Redden held out a hand for silence...

"The last obstacle is the "Hounds". The men of these couples have been decorated in like manner to our stag and does, however, their costume is the hound. Each of the hounds has a masked "Handler", a man who is unpainted but otherwise dressed similarly to the other participants!" Again there were murmurs from the crowd. This time Lord Redden did not need to extend a hand for silence...for the group was now curious as to what this could mean and he only had a brief wait for silence...

"Each of the couples has a matching numbered collar. If a hound captures a doe with a matching number, he will have rescued his spouse and only he will possess her. However, if a doe is captured and it is not a matching number...then that doe will be possessed by all of the hounds and their handlers!!" 




The Hunt



At this a loud cry was let out be the assembled host! Suddenly the braying of the hounds rang out once more. The sound was obviously closer to the clearing. Jessica now understood why the braying sounded so strange! Silence reigned again as all watched and listened intently. The braying ended...had the hounds sighted and then lost their prey?

Movement attracted the attention of the assembled watchers. Jessica was expecting to see the "Stag" again so was surprised when one of the "Does" cautiously moved into the open. Like the stag she wore boots. She wore a collar around her neck with something glinting hanging in the centre; her number of course Jessica thought. Her long brown hair hung in a long ponytail behind her. She did not wear the silly hat the stag had.

This one was decorated in a dark shade of brown-yellow paint. Her stomach and chest was still painted white. However, the difference was in the width of the unpainted skin, which matched the width of her breasts. Her breasts were large so the unpainted strip was wide. The curly brown hair of her pubic region stood out clearly against her pink skin.

Jessica tried to tell who this one could be, but while she knew many as friends, she was not too familiar with the other guests. Even if the Doe had been a friend, the cautious movements and the deer like face paint would have made it impossible for her to recognize even a close friend from 50' away.

The Doe took another cautious step into the clearing. Looking left and right she stopped and listened for any sound. Sound, thought Jessica...she suddenly realized that the Stag had not made any noise at all as he had moved about the clearing, while this woman did. She was obviously not very comfortable in the woods (but then, Jessica thought, what woman truly was?), while the Stag had been very comfortable indeed moving about the forest.

The Doe took several more cautious steps into the clearing, her eyes now focused on the fire and the cloaks in the centre. Jessica became aware of a shadow at the edge of the clearing not five steps from the woman. And like a shadow the Stag moved silently into the clearing. Lord Redden raised a hand, unnecessarily ensuring silence from the assembled watchers. Not one sound was made as all eyes were riveted on the scene playing out below.

The Stag matched his movements to the Doe, stopping when she did, moving when she moved. The Doe's cautious movements helped him. While she looked about, she never once glanced behind her. He quietly closed the gap between them until he was only a pace to her rear. They were almost to the centre of the clearing now, close to the sheltering fire and the cloaks. 

Jessica's heart was pounding in her breast! She was sure that the creatures below could hear it beating for it was so loud in her own ears! She was looking between the two naked bodies when she became aware that the Stag's manhood was standing up! It had swelled noticeably, fattening and stiffening as she watched until it stood out straight from his body! The crown spread to the size of a small apple as it thickened, sitting atop a shaft that pinched in markedly behind the head but whose base was almost the same width!

Jessica's thoughts were spinning! What a magnificent member! So thick, so long, so strong!! She watched it bobbing to the Stag's heartbeat and movements, rising even higher until it proudly pointed skywards at an angle!

A gust of warm breath bursting from the Stag's mouth misted into fog as the night was rent by the sound of a stag in rut!

The Doe spun about! She saw the stag right behind her and screamed once! She spun again, looking to the centre of the clearing and the safety of the cloaks just a few short steps away!

The Stag leapt forward, grabbing at her and pulled her into his embrace! His hands quickly fell onto her breasts! "Your mine!" he growled quietly, but loudly enough for the watchers to hear! The Doe cried once and then fell silent.

The Stag spun her around. She was so short that she was looking at him into his powerful chest below the level of his nipples. But she was of a height that the tip of his rampant member peaked out between her breasts! She looked down at it and Jessica heard her gasp as she realized the size of it! 

He reached down and grasping her by the elbows, bodily lifted her up until his mouth met hers. It was a hungry kiss! Jessica heard a moan and could not at first place it's direction...she wasn't sure if it had come from those below or from amongst the crowd of watchers!

The Stag lifted his Doe even further until her breasts came even with his mouth. He latched on and suckled her nipples like a hungry baby would! The Doe cried out again, but this time the cry was not one of surprise, shame or pain! It was one of sheer pleasure!

Her knees lifted and wrapped themselves around his hips as he moved from one breast to the other. Finally he lowered her to his mouth once more, kissing her fervently. The act brought the crown of his magnificent member to the juncture of her legs! 

The Doe's groan was muffled in the Stags mouth. She brought her knees up to grasp his waist her feet trying to hook onto his buttocks. Her hips began to move on their own accord, in the age-old movement of men and women. Jessica thought that the Stag would impale her right there, but instead he moved to his left bringing them closer to the watching crowd...to John and Jessica.

What Jessica thought was a pile of leaves turned out to be a platform covered with an autumn leaf patterned sheet. They were now almost directly below the silent watchers and less than 12' away from her vantage point. 

The Stag climbed the platform and place his Doe on her knees. Her height placed her even with his groin. He moved his member downward, until it pointed at her face. 

The crown of his manhood glistened with the Doe's juices. He moved the tip around her face, a slick film left in its wake. Jessica thought there was more than could have been left by the Doe, when she realized that in his aroused state his drippings could be contributing to the smear! 

The torches could be seen reflected in the slickness left on the Doe's face as the Stag rubbed ever closer to her mouth. Finally he coated her lips with is drool.

"Lick it!" he commanded.

All movement, all sound had come to a stop on the hillside overlooking the clearing. Everyone waited to see what she would do. The tension mounted as she moved her hands upwards to clasp his oversized member. She could not even get her fingers to go around his thick pole!

The Doe opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue, catching his drool on the tip of it. A few more swipes and the head of his manhood was slick with her saliva. He moved forward and she opened her mouth as wide as she could.

Jessica's eyes were wide, her heart was pounding! Would she?...Could she?...She did!!! 

As Jessica watched in amazement, the woman took the crown into her mouth. She twisted her head around the end of his pole...the feelings must have been intense for the Stag growled his pleasure!

The Stag pushed forward once again, moving several inches of his hard rod into the woman's mouth until she gagged. With both her hands almost wrapped around him and her mouth on the far end, there was still plenty of free space on the shaft between her hands, her mouth and his groin! What a magnificent tumosity Jessica thought!

Jessica wasn't sure of when it had happened but she was aware that she was becoming aroused and that John had felt her needs and seen to it! He had moved behind her, opened the buttons on her coat, vest, blouse and shift and slipped a hand within to play with her aching breast! She felt his fingers brushing over her heated nipple, causing it to stand out more! Her desire mounted!

She reached back to touch his turgid member, rubbing gently over the trouser encased lump! Jessica swallowed her gasp, turning it into a gurgling moan and fell back into her husband's arms, thinking to hide their guilty little pleasures! A quick glance around however, showed that all eyes were on the action below and many of the others were moving as stealthily as John and her!

The Stag stopped his Doe's actions and pushed her down on her hands and knees. He moved around stepping off the platform behind her. Thus emplaced she was perfectly positioned to receive his sexual advance! He moved forward and grasped the round mounds of her rump in his hands. His hands slowly moved outwards, spreading her cleft wide! He pulled back on her hips until the crown of his fleshy spear touched her opening. The Doe moaned softly at the touch...as all of the watchers held his or her breath...

The Stag moved himself up and down her slippery folds causing her to moan in need and frustration. Jessica felt herself getting warmer; flushing at the thought of herself down there, ready to take on that magnificent member! She watched the woman's sex open, ready for his invasion!

The Stag took a half step forward and the crown of his manhood disappeared into the woman's body. A sharp gasp split the air as the Doe's body accepted the penetration of the Stag's member! With a groan she lowered her shoulders to the platform making herself as comfortable as possible for the coming onslaught! He held himself still as he allowed her to get used to his size. 

The Stag began to pull and push on her hips, forcing her to take more of himself into her body. The movements were slow, steady, gentle pushes that fed his members ever deeper into her slickness...

The Stag must have had almost half of his turgid length stuffed into her sex when he pulled himself almost all of the way out of her. With a somewhat harder shove, he pressed himself back into her folds much further past the point at which he had been! Almost a third more of his stiffness was now imbedded in her as the Doe let out a long groan, half pain and half pleasure! 

The Stag held still, waiting...he was soon rewarded as the Doe's hips began to move once more. He began to push and pull her hips, guiding her to move along his length. It didn't take long for the movements to get faster. She pushing against him, he thrusting harder, his shaft slowly blended into her body!

Jessica watched as the Doe began to shiver. She let out a long cry and went rigid for several seconds! Jessica felt her body shiver in sympathy as she watched the woman's orgasm.

The Stag hadn't stopped moving, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. The Doe's orgasm gave him the extra lubrication he needed and shortly thereafter Jessica heard the first slap of flesh on flesh as he ground his body against hers! He briefly held still as he enjoyed the feeling of full penetration with the object of his lust! With a deep groan he started thrusting once more. 

Now there was urgency to his movements, as he thrust the full length of his fleshy spear through the wet wound of her sex! Torchlight glinting off his the slick coating on his shaft! The staccato sound of flesh on flesh reverberated throughout the clearing. Their grunts and groans became louder and sharper as their rhythms quickly brought them to a peak!

Jessica was nearing her own peak as she watched the rutting below. One of John's hands found its way into the folds of her riding skirt and up along her thigh to the open crotch of her bloomers. His finger found her centre and the little joy button that was now sending shivers up her spine! He stroked her once...twice...thrice...and Jessica exploded!

The timing was perfect as the couple below let out a yell of sheer joy! The woman had pushed herself up onto her hands again and was forcing her ass into the man's groin! He let out a below and stood rigid, only his buttocks moving as they clenched again and again! Jessica's sex besotted mind realized belatedly that he was spending himself within his paramour's body! 

Jessica's head went back and her eyes closed. Her body shuddered through a delicious release as she listened to the two below rutting as nature intended...freely and unfettered!! Her last conscious thought before she gave herself over to her feelings was whether she herself could be so free?

As her legs lost their strength John held her close, keeping her from falling. She took a deep lungful of air...another...then a third. She turned and kissed her husband hungrily. He had so unexpectantly pleased her yet again, bringing another adventure to their lovemaking!! The sheer thrill of being brought off in the midst of all the other watchers, the chance that they might have been caught out! She gave her husband a knowing smile as she broke the kiss and looked once more into the clearing.

The rutting had finished. The Stag had collapsed onto his Doe's back. Like Jessica, they were now just catching their breath. The Stag stood and pulled gently away from his Doe, his softening member pulling free of her body with a squelching sound. A thick runlet of fluid oozed out of her sex as his member fell free. There looked to be so much of it!

Jessica wondered what it would feel like to have his seed running from her like that? What would it feel like when it shot so deeply into her body? Would she feel every pulse? 

The Doe fell over onto her side as the Stag reached over and gave her a long tender kiss. 

He moved to the fire and brought back one of the cloaks and a key from a nearby tree. He covered the Doe with the warm cloak and placed a clamp with a chain attached to it around her ankle. 

"Stay warm while I am away." He told her. "I will want to play with you yet again before we are finished this night!" 

Jessica felt herself shudder at these word. How many times would he want to couple with her she wondered? Once with such a magnificent male would be more than she could possibly handle Jessica thought! Would the woman below be able to do it again? 

The Stag moved to replace the key and then left the clearing.

With his departure, the watchers suddenly moved, as if released from a spell. There were murmurs of appreciation and quiet comments from the onlookers. Jessica heard several women exclaiming of their desire to take on the Stag. She felt herself blushing, realizing that while she wouldn't say so aloud, she certainly would like to try it once.

"Are you thinking what I think you are thinking?" John whispered into her ear? She suddenly felt his finger swipe through her cleft. "Uuummm! You are so wet!" He declared! "Where you imagining yourself down there rutting with that creature?"

"Take your hand out husband before someone notices!" She whispered back. "I'll tell you everything you want to know when we are abed!" she promised with a sincere smile.

The howl of a hound along with the coarse laughter of men and a woman's scream of fright broke through the chatter! They could hear the hunt running left to right in the woods further down the hill from where they were standing.

The braying of a second hound joined in and the hunt reversed direction. A third hound chimed in, pushing the quarry faster and faster. A heavy crash was heard and loud laughter as the men sited their prey...a loud cheer...the prey had been captured! 

With a wicked laugh one of the men called out loudly, excitedly..."No match!" 

Jessica remembered the words of Lord Redden "If a doe is captured and it is not a matching number...then that doe will be possessed by all of the hounds and their handlers!!" She shuddered at the thought of being possessed by six men! The woman's screams faltered and were silenced.

Into the deafening silence another sound slowly penetrated. Movement below. The Stag returned to the clearing, but he was not alone! He had his hand around the arm of the white Doe pulling her into the sight of all!

She was taller than the other, coming up almost to his chin. Like the other, the pink Y was the width of her breasts and somewhat larger than the other woman's. Her long blond hair was swept into single braid behind her...the blond hair of her pubis almost invisible in the torchlight. She looked around nervously, finally spying the watchers. 

Jessica looked into the eyes of a woman who knew she was about to be taken by a man other than her husband. There was fear in those eyes...and something else. Jessica recognized a hunger and a desire, the same desire that she shared. She wanted to be the one down there! Wanted to be the one that the Stag was about to possess! But she didn't know if she could do so with all watching her! She was suddenly happy about being the one looking into the clearing and just dreaming of being in its centre!

While the woman looked at the expectant watchers, the Stag took her hand and placed it on his rapidly rising manhood. With a start the Doe looked down at what her hand was holding...

"Oh my..." she started saying and then letting go she turned to run. The Stag pounced...tripped her, throwing her to the ground before pulling her up into his arms. 

"Where do you think you can run to?" he asked. "The only other choice you have is the Hounds and Handlers! And there are six of them!"

She lowered her head, giving in to the inevitable. He chuckled softly. Turning his head he bellowed out "Two!!" Shortly, there was the answering cheer from the darkness.

The Stag looked back at the white Doe. He placed her hand back on his shaft. She looked down at it again and fear showed on her face. Jessica knew her thoughts...she wondered herself if she could handle such a large member?

The woman looked at the cock in her hand. She felt it throbbing in her grip. Her breathing became shallower, faster as she began to move her hand on the long, stiff muscle. The Stag murmured words to her that were lost to the crowd above. He turned, still with her hand on him, and moved to the platform.

The woman gasped as he pulled the cloak away, exposing the Doe on the platform in all her naked glory. Her legs were spread, her nipples stiff, her sex still oozing from the rutting she had received! He dragged two of his fingers through her cleft and brought one to his mouth. Looking at the woman in white he licked it clean and offered the other finger to her.

The white Doe took his finger in her trembling hands and brought it to her lips. Slowly her tongue came out and licked at his finger. He pushed his finger onto the top of her tongue and followed it back into her mouth. She sucked it clean.

Jessica's heart was beginning to pound again. She could see the mist of her short breaths forming in front of her face, but she did not feel the chill at all! She brought her hand back around to her husband...he was hard once again! This time she wanted to help her husband. She deftly opened the buttons of his trousers and slipped her hand within. Pushing aside the clothing she found and gripped the skin of his heated flesh. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the soft growl in her ear!

The Stag had pulled his finger from the White Doe's mouth and pushed her to her knees. The apple-sized crown of his manhood was pointed directly at her mouth.

"Taste it," he ordered.

The White Doe took it in her hand, her fingers just closing completely around the shaft. She took a few tentative swipes then with soft murmurs began to lick it feverishly. It was but a few moments work to lick him clean.

"What did it taste like?" he asked. The woman hesitated as she thought about it...

"Like your finger!" she replied 

"Of course," he told her, "It is our taste!" he softly exclaimed while turning a quick glance to the other Doe. The White Doe's eyes followed his movement and realization took hold there! She had tasted him after he had been in her!

"Would you like another taste?" he asked. A barely hesitant nod was all the woman could manage.

The Stag reached out with his hand a caressed her cheek. He cupped the left side of her face and pushed her gently towards the other woman. Her eyes opened wide when she realized what was expected of her! Of where she would have to find her next taste! 




The Hunt



The Yellow Doe's head had come up and both were staring intently into each other's eyes. The White Doe rose to her feet, her left hand sliding up the length of the reclining woman's thigh. She in turn reached out her right hand until their fingers entwined above her hip. Her free hand moved up to caress the White Doe's face. She slowly guided her to her crotch. 

The White Doe looked down into the juncture of the other woman's legs. She could see the distended lips; reddened from the rutting she had recently completed. Her sex was slightly open and still oozing their combined juices. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

She was surprised to find that the spend was cold where it had seeped from her body, but warmer the closer she got to her sex. It tasted so delicious! She had never tasted another woman before, but was certain that she would do it again. She had never tasted another man but her husband either...but she knew that she would do this again!

She felt the Stag move beside her. Felt his hand slide over her rump. His fingers moved between her legs and sought out her cleft. First one, then a second slipped into the wet folds. He slowly began to churn them inside her, opening her, widening her for him. 

The Yellow Does hips began to move, pressing up against the White Doe's mouth, begging without speech for what she wanted. The White Doe did her best to comply, to give her what she needed most. Her tongue parted the other woman's nether lips and dipped as deeply as she could, lapping up the liquids she found within. She was getting so deep into the giving of Sapphic pleasure that she almost didn't notice when the Stag removed his fingers...she knew what was going to happen next...

She felt his thumbs on either side of her sex. He pressed outwards. She opened her legs a little wider to help him. She felt the stiff, spongy crown touch and then pass through the wet folds into her body! Her groan was lost in the other woman's hips! 

Jessica was burning up! She was fisting her husband urging him to his release, but he was holding on! She could feel his drool covering her fingers, the slickness helping reduce the friction! She wanted him to shoot, but he was waiting for something more.

Just then a strange group of people burst into the further side of the clearing. Six oddly dressed men were carrying a woman to the platform on the far side. They placed the naked woman face up on the platform with her ass just on the edge of it. 

Like the other woman she was decorated as a doe. The men, however, were not. Three of the men were decorated alike. Dark brown paint covered their bodies except for their chests and stomachs, which were painted in white. Like the others, there was an unpainted Y shaped strip. On their faces were painted the masks of hounds.

The other three men were not painted at all. They wore leather masks over the upper part of their faces, and cloaks over their shoulders. Each held a long lead in his hand which was attached to one of the "Hounds".

Two Handlers and Two Hounds held the struggling woman down as the third Handler stepped between her legs. He threw back his cloak exposing his nakedness. He was already hard! He gripped her hips and thrust himself against the struggling woman! A cry of anguish and an answering cheer rent the clearing as he penetrated his prey!

He began to thrust himself vigorously against her as the other two Handlers moved down to suckle, each on a breast! Struggling at first, the Doe's movements began to change. Subtly, her movement fell into synchroness with the Handler. Soon she was moving to meet his thrusts as her lust overtook her!

Jessica didn't know where to look, what to see! The Stag was now almost buried completely in the White Doe! John's passion was rising. He lifted the back of her skirt and pushed himself between her legs. She felt the tip of his manhood slip into her sex. The he was thrusting.

The Handler bellowed his release, the woman completing with him. The Stag was sliding the full length of his erection into the White Doe. The two women were in the throes of mutual pleasures, both succumbing to the moment. They peaked together and Jessica peaked with them! Jessica's eyes closed but she could still hear the sounds of sexual play below! The sound kept her orgasm at a height that threatened to topple her and her husband into the clearing!

When next she opened her eyes it was to the sight of the Handler pushing the face of his Hound into the woman he had just emptied himself into. 

"Lick her clean Number 2!" He laughed. The other two Hounds were watching the Stag with his two does. Jessica put it together then...the woman was Number 2's mate while the spouses of the other two Hounds were being serviced by the Stag, right in front of their eyes!!

The Handler pulled his Hound away from the spread eagle woman and another Handler took his place between her legs. Like the first this was fast, hard sex. His hips were a blur as he slapped against her thighs. He didn't take long to finish, spilling his seed into the willing woman. Hound two was pushed back between her legs...

The Stag let out a deep groan and held himself still against the haunches of the White Doe. Jessica watched his buttocks clench again and again as he climaxed. The White Doe cried out, holding herself tightly to the Yellow Doe to keep herself from falling. 

John grunted and shot his load into Jessica's body. She felt the warmth spreading in her belly as squirt after squirt fired into her. She trembled in climax yet again as he spent himself deep within her. She reached around to hug her husband, giving him a long lingering kiss.

When she had turned back to the clearing the scene had changed dramatically. The Stag was lying on his back on the platform while the two Does licked and squeezed his manhood, trying to make it rise yet again. The last of the Handlers was on his back on his platform while their Doe was fellating him. His Hound was behind her licking at her rump. 

The Handler pulled on his lead and brought his Hound up to mount the Doe. He held her face into his crotch as the hound mounted her, burying himself as deeply as he could. The Handler let the Hound pump several times before telling him to pull out.

He pulled on the doe's face, bringing her up to face him. He took a long hard kiss as he pulled her up over his reclining form. His Hound moved behind her to help place him into her. He held his Handler's manhood while the Doe slowly sank down onto it. In moments she had him deep inside her and was rubbing her crotch against his. 

The Hound moved up behind her and rubbed himself all over her ass. His movements became tighter and tighter as her slowly circled the point which he sought. He gently pushed forward and eased himself into the woman.

Jessica felt John's manhood resurge inside her. It hadn't become quite limp enough to fall out of her and now was rising quickly, still trapped within her! It was the most delightful feeling to have him growing inside her!

They were both riveted on the scene in front of them. The Doe was being taken by two men at once!! Jessica was inflamed! She felt herself flushing as the heat built inside her. John's hard muscle was pumping steadily, bringing her closer and closer to her peak! And then the other Handler brought Hound number two around in front of the Doe.

The Hound's tumescence was evident in his nudity. Nothing could be hidden from the watchers. It reached out ahead of him as he was brought closer and closer to the Doe's face. 

Suddenly she noted the one in front of her. With a hungry groan she moved forward and took him into her mouth!! "Three on a single woman!!" Jessica's mind screamed silently to herself! 

John's growl filtered through her awareness. "I can see you down there, entwined within that group!" he whispered hoarsely! Jessica's body wretched as the vivid image twisted through her mind! She pushed back hard against her husband and let her orgasm engulf her! She exploded onto her husbands lap as pulse after pulse shot through her womb! John groaned loudly and pulled her tightly to him. He grunted once, twice, thrice as he spent himself into her hot centre! The two of them sagged together, barely holding each other up as their passion subsided! By then the last of the activity below had eased. The White Doe was riding astride the Stag's face, with the other Doe seated over his lap. Both of them were holding each other, obviously spent from a strong release! Jessica was almost sorry to have missed that! Almost!

The other group had finished as well. They had all climbed onto the platform and were holding the doe closely after they had all used her! Six men! Jessica's mind whirled at the thought!

They heard the rustling of clothing around them and quickly set themselves aright. Lord Redden stepped once more onto the rocky outcropping.

"Friends," he cried out joyfully! "You have witnessed the beginning of a beautiful fortnight together! I hope you were not disappointed in this nights activities?" 

Hardy cries of "No, no!" and lustful cheers greeted his question!

"Then it is time to return to the manor house and our own beds!"

Lanterns were lit as the troop moved down to the clearing where they met up with the participants of The Hunt! Murmurs of approval and awe were heard as they moved among the watchers. Jessica held tightly to her husband. Despite having cum several times already, all she could think about as they slowly made their way back was getting her husband into their nice warm bed!



The Hunt



She checked her makeup in the rearview mirror one last time before she put her cigarette out and stepped from the car. She looked around the bar parking lot, watching, waiting. It was a good choice. 

Flashing orange neon announced it as The Grange", a biker's bar on the far edge of town. Yes indeed, a good choice. She ran her hand through her long bleached hair and began the walk across the lot. The strut was unconscious, unpracticed. It sprang from the same well, from deep inside, which resulted in "that look" upon her face. Both were primal and urgent. 

She approached the bar a hunter playing as prey. As she neared the doors, they burst open toward her, followed by two early drunks staggering against each other. They muttered incoherently, lewd intentions evident, but she pushed past them. Her need did not encompass the desire of drunkenness without the accompanying ability. It ran far too deep for that. 

She entered the bar and stopped, allowing her eyes to adjust to the smoke filled dim within. A slight smile escaped. Immediately to her right an old jukebox was playing country. A small dance floor in front lay unused and past that in a darkened wing a half a dozen men were keeping three of four pool tables busy. 

To her left along the far wall stood the bar and a heavyset, balding bartender, who immediately rechecked the position of his revolver as she entered. She did not approach the bar. She knew what she was about and liquor simply had no place in it. She walked to the tables, weighing, assessing as she went. Back table – 6' 3" maybe 4, 185 pounds, brown hair, pony tail, leather vest, muscular chest and arms, silver Harley Davidson belt buckle, worn Levi's and dirty cowboy boots. 

She slowly looked back to his face and caught his eyes. They were laughing unconcernedly and she kept them in scope as she placed a quarter upon the table and backed away. The hunt was on.

The atmosphere in the room had changed and she relaxed into the role. All was as it should be. The play at the other tables had slowed tempo as the men subconsciously responded to the systemic rise in barometric pressure. She stood away from play; right leg thrust at a 45-degree angle, hip cocked. Her hands were pushed into the pockets of the only true article of clothing she had on, a suit jacket that hung thigh length. Under this she wore a bra, g-string and garters, which held up her black, seamed, stockings, ending at her feet with 4-inch spike heels.

She didn't say a word when 'Harley' approached. Her heart rate jumped a notch, her palms twitched and the butterflies refused to stay put in her stomach. She knew the flush that rose to her cheeks only highlighted the hungry look on her face but she did nothing to check it. She simply accepted the proffered cue and followed him to the table. Crouching, she placed four quarters into the slots, pushed them in, and pulled the empty lever back out. Slowly, she rose. The balls filed out in noisy fashion as she walked to the end of the table. 

All other attempts at play had ceased and all eyes were concentrated on her, some lewd, some hostile, and some curious. She leaned over to rack, a practiced move that hitched her jacket up just far enough to show garter. The barometric pressure again rose a notch.

She backed away from the table and stood with her feet hip distance apart, knees locked, fingers twirling the cue distractedly as she watched her opponent set up to break.

"You know, lady, here we don't play just for fun," Harley said, challenge adding an edge to his voice. 

"Oh no," she replied, "what do you play for, if not for fun?" "Money," he answered.

"Money's fun...if you got it," she countered, "but unfortunately, I ain't got it. Does that mean I can't play?"

"You could put up valuables."

"Gentlemen, look closely," she queried the gathered men, "do any of you see anything of value on me. I mean really. The only thing I ever intended to bring to this game was me."

Through the responding laughter, could be heard "So be it" as Harley drew back his cue and broke. The balls scattered instantaneously, spreading across the table like a mushroom cloud, bouncing off banks and each other. None, however, dropped. Her move. She approached the table and delicately picked up a cube of chalk from the edge, placing it to the tip of her stick. As she rolled her cue slowly into the chalk, she took a measuring glance around. Somewhere along the line, two men had left, leaving four at the table. She pointedly made eye contact with each one. 

Across the room, the bartender flipped the outside lights and locked the door. She took a deep breath, exhaling through her teeth as she began to circle the table, edging past the men who had inched their way in. She found her shot. She lifted her stick, sliding it back between second and third finger, leaning her body down over the stick. The only sound left in the bar was the clink of glasses being washed on the far side, as breathing at the table had all but stopped. 

She was poised over the table, jacket riding up her thighs, exposing the lacy top of her stockings, the perfect smoothness marred only by the garter's clips. As she took aim, gravity found her and gently tugged at her jacket front, revealing the rounded tops of her breasts. The cue slid back between them, brushing against them; and forward between them as she took her shot and stood up, her clothing sliding back into place.

The three ball dropped and the cue ball followed it just far enough to set the five ball up perfectly. She circled the table for her next shot, finding the room to maneuver getting more difficult. She smiled into one bearded face as she moved past him, breasts brushing against his chest, her nipples hardening at the contact. She dropped the five and circled once again. She spotted the two, a long shot from corner to corner. 

As she prepared to set up the shot, she felt a stick on her calf from behind. She stood perfectly still as the man slid it slowly up between her legs. She leaned into the shot, sliding her pussy along the stick as she did so, and taking her shot, dropped the two. Then she took hold of the stick between her legs and drew it forward, sliding it along her pussy, the bare curve of her ass peeking out from behind. 

She handed the cue back to the man, glancing at his chest covered only with an eagle tattoo. She smiled and said, "Thank you." Others laughed. He did not. Instead, his eyes narrowed at her.

Her next shot involved a tough angle and her heart raced as she leaned far over the table, one leg stretched over top of it, her ass completely bared, her pussy covered by the small triangle of her g-string. Her breasts pressed into the table as the stick slid through them, impacting the cue ball and dropping the four. As she stood up, her jacket whispered back into place. 'Beard' adjusted the hardening cock in his pants to a better position, an open leer now on his face. Harley still looked disinterested but she could see that his cock too was responding. The rest of the game went quickly, and as she dropped the eight ball, she rose and looked at Harley. "So, how much did you say we were playing for?"

"I didn't. You did," he replied, "You were all you brought to the game, remember?" He took a menacing step toward her.

"But, I won." She laughed, nervously stepping backward and bumping into the other three, who had quietly sidled up behind her. "Guys, this isn't necessary, really." Her voice had taken on an edge of panic.

"Oh, but it is, Princess," replied Harley, "You won the game and now its time to collect your winnings." He undid his belt and took another step forward. Reaching out, he grabbed her lapels and said, "Take this off."

"Please," she cried, "It doesn't have to be like this. Please don't..." she stopped speaking as a knife was pressed against her throat.

"But it does, Princess. Its no good without that element of fear, is it? Tell me, are you afraid, yet?" Wide, teary eyes looked into his. "Yes," he smiled, "I believe you are. Now, take this off!"

She could feel the blade pressing at her throat as shaking fingers worked the buttons of her jacket. She slid the jacket from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Harley reached behind him and drew out a hunting knife, large and lethal. Her body quivered as the cold steel touched her skin. Harley drew it up her belly and she struggled to back away. But the men held her still, the other knife remaining at her throat, as Harley cut her bra in two and her breasts burst forth, large as melons, nipples hard as rocks, goosebumps completely covering her flesh. 

"Well, well, well," Harley laughed, flicking an erect nipple with the point of his blade. "Maybe not too afraid yet, huh?" He reached out and grabbed a nipple, twisting it until she cried out. At the same time, he cut the g-string off her body. She shivered, her exposed flesh catching the cool of the night air. 

Harley undid his pants and nodded to the men. Knife maneuvered fully behind her, kicking into the back of her legs and dropping her to her knees. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. She found herself eye level with Harley's cock. Harley took another step toward her.

"No," she cried. And she struggled to pull her face away, all the time shaking her head no. But Knife had moved his blade to her left breast and pushed the point into her flesh, drawing a thin line of blood. As she opened her mouth to scream, she felt Harley's cock on her lips, the knife on her breast. She froze.

"Look at me, Princess," Harley ordered and she obediently, if reluctantly, raised her eyes. "Here's what you're gonna do. You're going to give me the best blowjob of your life, right here, right now. Now, don't go shaking your head no at me, or we'll just have to cut that pretty little nipple right off your tit. Do you understand me, Princess? Good." 

And with that he slid his dick between her lips and allowed the breath he didn't know he'd been holding to escape with a hiss. Her mouth was wet, and warm...and willing. She slowly sucked his cock deeper inside, cradling it with her tongue. She allowed her teeth to barely meet flesh as she pulled away, circling her tongue around his rock hard cock. She flicked her tongue back and forth along the tip and then sucked the entire length back into her mouth. She struggled to free her arms from captivity but was held in an ever tightening grip and Knife pierced here yet again for her troubles, a fresh line of blood trickling down her right breast. 

Harley grabbed her ears and started pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. She adjusted to his rhythm, releasing pressure as he pumped in, applying it as he pulled out. She lost the rhythm, though, when Eagle latched onto her left breast, squeezing it unmercifully, while Beard shoved two thick fingers deep into her unprepared pussy. 

She let out a cry and Harley's dick slipped from her mouth. She raised her eyes to his expectantly, but he only smiled down at her. "Listen Princess, don't forget what your job is. Don't go worrying about what the boys are doing, that's not your problem, understand? Stay focused, baby. No matter what happens, your job is to keep a grip on the dick."

Beard slid his fingers out slowly and shoved them back inside her, which elicited a small moan. Harley slid his cock back between her lips. Knife and Eagle were pinching and roughly kneading her breasts, while Beard continued pumping his thick fingers in and out of her increasingly wet pussy. She found concentrating on the large dick in her mouth an extremely difficult thing to do. 

Within minutes, Harley's breathing pattern changed. It came quick and shallow. His pumping motions turned more insistent. His muscles stiffened and he growled, "Keep a grip on the dick" as he shot a load of hot salty cum deep into her mouth. The knife still lay pressed against her breast and she was keenly aware of it as she struggled against her gag reflex and swallowed the warm liquid until none remained. Still, Harley did not move. The others had stopped, as well. Gingerly cradling his shrinking cock between her lips, she risked a glance up to look into Harley's evilly triumphant face.

"Good girl," he said, "your get to keep your titties intact...for now, anyway." He stepped back, pulling his pants up as he did so. "Ok boys, choo choo time." Her eyes widened as his meaning hit her. Taking the opportunity that the lull had provided, she quickly jumped up and ran for the door, but Beard tackled her on the dance floor. She tried to aim a spike heel into his groin but he caught her foot, laughing good-naturedly and dragged her back to the table. 

She wrapped her arms tightly around the table leg, but Eagle simply straddled her body and reaching down, clenched both breasts in his hands and squeezed until she let go, screaming. He then leaned her over the table and said, "get her arms," to which Beard and Blade immediately responded. She whimpered into the felt of the table as she lay waiting, stockinged legs dangling freely over the side, arms stretched to the limits by the two men on either side of her. 

She could hear the sound of Eagle's pants being undone. He placed his hands softly upon her ass, gently kneading, lightly teasing. And as her body responded and relaxed, he grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her pussy. She cried out. Eagle's cock was huge and she felt as if he'd rip her apart. But with each thrust came an accompanying pain of satisfaction and soon her body accommodated his size. She continued to cry out, but the tenor had changed, and they all knew it. From somewhere behind her, she could hear Harley chuckle. 

Eagle had a firm grip on her hips and he continued to rock back and forth, thrusting his huge cock inside her. Her breathing soon changed, becoming labored. The heat of an inner fire rose in her pussy and began to spread throughout her body. Eagle continued to pound his cock into her. The glow continued to spread and she arched her back, raising her ass, to give him better access. 

His thrusts were fast, hard and deep and he had begun to pant. She cried out, again and again, screaming as one final thrust shot hot steamy liquid into her pussy and her body exploded into violent spasms of ecstasy. Eagle pulled his softening dick out and as her arms were released, she curled into a ball, her body continuing to shudder and twitch from the orgasm. 

Harley walked up and ran his fingers lightly down her back, causing her body to spasm uncontrollably. "Don't get too comfortable, Princess," he laughed, "We're not done with you yet." She curled into a tighter ball, hiding her face in her arms. And she waited. Her body cooled. And still she waited, but she didn't have to wait too long.

"Come here, Princess," Harley called to her. She held herself tighter. "I said come here!" he repeated angrily. Again she didn't respond. She could hear his heavy, angry tread crossing the distance between them. She steeled herself, but was still caught unprepared. 

A sudden, sharp crack and stinging pain had spread across her backside. Her head flew up in a knee-jerk reaction, and she just caught him poised with his leather belt over his head bringing it down a second time on her bare ass. Thwack! She howled in pain and pleaded with him simultaneously. He eyed her coldly. "I will not ask twice again, you hear?" Tears rolled down her face and she nodded her submission. 

"Now, come here." She crawled across the table to him, eyes downcast, afraid to look at him. So she felt, rather than saw, the leather belt as he wrapped it around her neck and looped it through the buckle.

"Now my pet, come with me," he said, pulling her off the table. As she struggled to get her footing, he scowled down at her and said, "Nobody told you to stand up." So she crawled along beside him on her hands and knees, head down, looking nowhere. 

A few feet away, Beard was carefully watching the gently swaying of her breasts as they approached. Harley gave a quick tug on the belt and it tightened around her neck, momentarily cutting off her oxygen supply. She stopped immediately, gulping air into her lungs. Harley crouched down behind her, his cock clearly definable pressing against her ass through his jeans. He grabbed her breasts and pulled her body into his. Then gently cradling her chin in his hand, caressing her cheek with his fingers, he lifted her face until she was looking into Beard's hungry brown eyes.

"You know whose turn it is, don't you Princess?" She nodded, glancing up at Beard. He stood up, directly in front of her as Harley slid his hands caressingly down her neck, her upper arms and gently cupped her breasts in his large hands. "Undo his pants, Princess," Harley whispered softly into her ear. 

She crawled closer to Beard, as close as her belt tether would allow and reaching up, she undid the buckle and the buttons on Beard's pants. Using both hands, she gently tugged them along with his underwear, down around his ankles. Then she began massaging his calves, lightly tickling the skin with her nails. She worked her way up his legs, rubbing, tickling, and kissing, until his skin quivered. His cock had grown hard and pulsing. 

She raised herself up fully on her knees and gently cupped his balls in her hands, rubbing the soft under-skin and working up the shaft. She leaned against the tether and lightly flicked her tongue around his balls and then licked the full length of his shaft. As she leaned her body closer, lips parting to accept his dick, the belt snapped and she was jerked from her kneeling position and lay sprawled on her back on the floor.

"You seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much" Harley responded to the question that her eyes clearly asked. She lay unmoving, closely eyeing Harley, unsure whether to move or keep still. Beard approached and straddled her body at chest level. Then he dropped to his knees and his cock stood straight out, bouncing slightly over her lips. A strong pair of hands grabbed her legs behind the knees and hoisted her ass a foot off the ground. 

As Beard eased his dick into her mouth, Blade shoved his into her pussy. Not having fully recovered from her last orgasm, her pussy remained ultra sensitive and she cried out, tingles rippling through her body. Beard responded by fucking her mouth, pumping his cock in and out of her warmth. She hungrily accepted his cock and grabbing his ass from behind, urged him on, sucking his cock deep into her mouth, feeling it brush the back of her throat, unwilling to allow him to pull away.

Blade continued his assault on her pussy, ramming his cock into her, re-igniting the fire within. Her body shuddered and as orgasm began to peak, she tasted the warm flow of Beard's cum in her mouth. She sucked, urgently afraid her own orgasm would prevent her from performing to Harley's satisfaction. Even as Beard rolled off her, she reached a climax and cried out uncontrollably, trying to wriggle away from Blade's continuing thrusts. 

The sensations spreading through her body became too intense, almost reaching unbearable levels, but Blade only gripped her legs tighter and with a final grunting thrust, he shot his load deep inside her, finally collapsing on top of her. They lay together on the floor, breathing hard, air-conditioning cooling the heat from their skin. 

Finally, Blade rolled away from her. She lay still, experiencing the aftershocks of an incredibly powerful quake. She didn't trust her legs to hold her weight, so she remained still. Eventually, a shadow passed over her and she looked up to find Harley standing over her, jacket in hand. He offered her his hand and pulled her to her feet, wrapping her in his arms. 

"Game's over, Princess," he whispered, kissing her neck. He helped her into her jacket and walked her to the door as she buttoned up. She crossed the lot, got into her car, and never looked back.




The Hunt



The next morning, Circuit Judge Maria Tanashi woke early and showered, preparing for another long day in court; last night's adventures still vividly playing in her mind's eye. Her husband entered the bathroom with a steaming cup of coffee and poked his smiling face through the curtain. 

"Better get a move on Princess," he said, "or you'll be late for court. I've got breakfast waiting."

"Thanks Harley," she smiled back at him gratefully, "You're the best."

"I know it Princess," he laughed, "Don't I know it."



The Hunt



Chase was never much for the outdoors. Sure he enjoyed a nice sunset and it was fun to go to the beach, lay out in the sun, make a sandcastle and then run into the waves but all the rest of the outdoor experience was beyond him. So the odd set of circumstances that led him to agree to hunting with Jerry was confounding. Chase had known Jerry since they were quite young, though Jerry hadn't seemed to recognize Chase when they happened to meet during a kegger party at school. 

Although they hadn't been friends when they were younger, Chase found himself drawn a bit to Jerry during the party and whenever they ran into each other while going from class to class at the local junior college. Chase had plans to head home for the Thanksgiving Holiday, but things had been a bit unsettled with his parents lately and he dreaded the trip. So when Jerry mentioned that had room for another hunter on a deer hunt, Chase agreed to go.

Jerry acted surprised that this was Chase's first deer hunt, "Hell, I figured every guy, by the time he was twelve or so, had taken down at least a couple of deer," he told Chase. Anyway, Jerry seemed glad to show off his expertise as he helped Chase get a hunting license, some bright colored clothing, he even got Chase to buy one of those bad ass hunting knives. Except for the gun, Chase looked like any other hunter that load up their truck and headed out for deer that weekend.

Chase had wondered about the gun, but Jerry told him everything was under control. When Jerry stopped by his apartment to pick him up for the trip, he pulled an expensive looking gun out of a fancy carrying case. Carefully easing it out of the case, Jerry handed the gun to Chase.

"Where did you get this from?"

"I borrowed it from my brother," Jerry replied.

"That was nice of him."

"Nice, the son of bitch made me put down a deposit," he moaned.

"Oh, sorry."

"No, don't worry about it. I mean as long as we're careful it will be fine. I mean hell, we might get a shot or two. As long as we don't drop it, it will be fine," Jerry said, gingerly replacing the weapon into its case.

They then loaded up the truck and headed west. Chase found out that they would be meeting up with about four or five other guys. Jerry and Chase would share the bunk beds in one of the rooms in the bunk house.

"You don't snore do you?" Jerry asked.

"No, I don't think so," Chase replied.

"Well good, last trip I went with one of the football players, big guy. Damn, that bastard kept me up all night long. I finally gave up and dragged my sleeping bag out into the kitchen. Old Charley, guy who owns the lease, got up early to fix breakfast and damn near broke his neck falling over me."

Things seemed to be working out for Chase, he had been nervous about being cooped up with a bunch of guys, but being in a room with just Jerry, in bunk beds was a relief. He was a bit unsure of the bathroom arrangements but if this bunkhouse had a kitchen and separate rooms, certainly the bathroom would be private. Chase dozed off on the ride, waking only as the truck slowed for the exit.

"Not far now, look for a Deer Canyon Road."

"Is it paved?"

"Well, kind of, I mean part of the way."

"So this is what it's like," Chase said.

"What?"

"The middle of nowhere."

"Yeah and just to the left of that is the bunkhouse, and our stand is about two miles from there, two miles down a dirt road, then another quarter mile by foot."

"And this gets fun when?"

When they arrived, they unloaded their stuff and tried to help get the dinner ready, but old Charley had his set ways and ran them out of the kitchen after a while. The two hunters sat out on the porch watching the sunset waiting for the others to arrive. 

"It's amazing how quiet it is out here," Chase said, shortly before they noticed the dust rising on the road into the bunkhouse. It wasn't very quiet the rest of the evening. Chase was finally able to slip away to bed around midnight, he never did see when Jerry climbed into the bunk beneath him.

Breakfast the next morning was attended by half a dozen zombies, who ate quickly, gulped coffee and then were riding out to their blinds by four thirty am. Chase and Jerry spoke in short monosyllables as they unloaded, hiked into the blind and then got set up. Only then did Jerry show Chase how to handle and shoot the gun.

"Now, here's how you cock it for a second shot. You shouldn't need it unless you just wound the animal, you need to be prepared to finish it with a second shot. Now you want to aim just below the shoulder, hit it there and it will get the heart and he dies almost instantly. You hit his head you might mess up the rack, anywhere else and it tries to run off. You don't want a suffering animal running off cause you've then got to chase it down to finish it."

"What if it gets away."

"It gets away you better hope you missed it completely. Otherwise you got an animal suffering because of your own incompetence. Is that something you want to think about?"

Chase didn't want to think about it. Talk about pressure, hell he'd never shot a gun before.

"Of course as warm as it is now, we'll be lucky to take a shot at all."

"Why not?"

"In the warmth there's still a lot of foraging available, they don't really need the feeder."

"Feeder?"

"Yeah, over there. It's timed to spread corn every so often. Charley keeps them loaded up with corn, so when it gets cold and there's not much food around, the deer can come in and get some. This becomes a foraging spot for them, part of a routine."

"But isn't kind of cheating, baiting the land and waiting for them to come in?" Chase asked.

"Got to do it now a days. Otherwise we'd be out crawling through the brush looking for deer."

"Okay, that's not so bad."

"But the other guys in camp, those hung over sons of bitches who stunk up the bunkhouse last night would be out here too. You want to trust that none of them thinks you are a deer."

"In this outfit?" Chase asked tugging at his bright orange vest.

"We stick to our blinds and they can hunt more people safely here. And hey, I picked that vest out special for you."

"Too bad the deer are colorblind."

"Why's that?"

"Well they'd all die laughing at these colors otherwise. All we'd have to do is put on a fashion show, watch them keel over laughing and then pick up the dead deer later."

"Yeah, yeah, we better get quiet, they might start moving when the sun comes out."

They sat quietly for the next four hours without seeing a single deer. Some smaller animals were moving about which kept them reaching for their guns, but as they aimed and got a closer look they'd spot a squirrel, or rabbit, even a coyote, but no deer. Finally they pulled out their packs and grabbed a bite to eat for lunch.

It was nearly two in the afternoon when Jerry leaned back and said, "At least we can breathe some fresh air and take in some sights. You know, what this fresh air does to me?"

"What's that?"

Jerry reached out, took Chase's hand and guided it to his crotch, where he placed it on his nearly hard cock as he said, "It makes me horny."

Chase initially moved to pull his hand away and then relaxed and replied, "Does it now?"

"Oh damn Chase, you aren't gay?" Jerry said, pushing back from his friend.

"Calm down Jerry, I, ah, I'm... look Jerry, I need to tell you something. I'm, that is I used to be, ah, Chase is not the name my parents gave me. Chelsea is."

"You're a girl."

"I used to be, remember in school, I sat in front of you seventh grade math?"

"I used to tangle pencils in her hair," Jerry replied.

"My hair Jerry, that was me."

"But hell you've got a goatee and no tits."

"They fixed that, just some hormones," Chase said.

"Then you have a..." Jerry paused, looking down at Chase's crotch and nodding.

"I have a cock of sorts. I'm pre-operative but..."

"Pre-operative, what does that mean?" Jerry interrupted.

"I still have all my inside parts, ovaries, uterus, vagina..."

"You have a pussy?"

"I don't like that word, but I have one now. I have to live as a man for a few years before I can go for permanent surgery, but I have a cock."

"Oh come on Chase, a cock. You're a girl, a woman."

Chase stood up, unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. He then grabbed his underwear and pulled them down, letting them fall to his ankles. He then grabbed his tiny cock and held it, "See it is a cock."

"Damn, that's the biggest clit..."

"Cock, it's my cock."

"Whatever, why is it so big?"

"The hormone treatments made it grow, I mean even though it gets harder when I get turned on, it will never be as large as yours or any other guy's I guess. But..." Chase paused as he noticed Jerry's hungry stare. "You want to see it closer?" Shuffling his feet he moved over closer to Jerry.

Chase watched as Jerry reached out and lightly touched his cock. "I've never seen one so big, it's almost..."

"It is like a cock, right?"

"Can I?" Jerry looked up at Chase with his tongue peeking from between his lips.

"Lick it, suck it, do what you want."

Jerry leaned forward and ran his tongue over Chase's cock and Chase began to tremble. He watched his friend take the small cock into his mouth and begin sucking. The sensation was incredible. Chase had not had any sexual contact outside of masturbation since he decided to become a man so the sensation of having his cock sucked was stunning. In no time he felt a wave of pleasure shoot from his cock and then the pulsations from below began. He wished his cock could cum into Jerry's mouth, but he was stuck with the wetness that began to run down his thigh.

Chase came twice before Jerry moved his head away from the tiny cock. "Incredible, it was so soft, but damn that was hot."

"Can I do the same for you?"

Jerry quickly worked his cock out of his pants and stood up while chase, pulled up his underwear and pants. Chase then knelt down and took Jerry's cock in his mouth. The was familiar territory for Chase, who had several boyfriends as a woman and had learned his way around a cock. Chase ran his tongue along the length of Jerry's shaft and then dipped his tongue into the tiny hole, tasting the pre-cum.

He then moved his mouth over the head and began sucking hard while he stroked Jerry's shaft with one hand and toyed with his balls with the other. Chase felt the firmness in Jerry's erection, felt the immanent power as he got closer and closer to coming. Wishing his own cock could hold such strength, such power, he sucked harder, bobbing his head up and down until Jerry thrust his cock forward and came.

Chase pulled back a bit to let the cum spurt into his mouth without choking. The hot fluid splashed again and again as Chase swallowed the thick, salty cum, all along wishing he could have shot his own wad into Jerry's mouth. As the spurting stopped, Chase gently milked Jerry's cock until he could suck out the last droplets of his cum.

After Chase eased his head away, Jerry quickly slipped his cock back and then zipped up his pants. He grabbed his gun, sighted out toward the feeder and looked around. "Damn, still no deer."

Not sure what to think, Chase sat down and looked around. "Still no deer."

They sat silently for some time before Jerry asked, "But if you were a woman, why become a man. I mean you seemed to enjoy sucking my cock?"

"I like how hard it got, how powerful and imagined me like that. Besides, I got used to it when I was a woman."

"But it won't, I mean can they make your cock like that?"

Chase shook his head, "No, they have things they can add but it's not really me. My cock... clit, whatever you want to call it at least feels something."

"Did if feel good?"

"It was incredible, damn I came twice."

"You did?"

"Hell yeah, I only wished I could have cum in your mouth."

"Well you did," Jerry replied.

"No not really, I wanted you to taste me, swallow it."

"That might have been nice, but I did enjoy the way you reacted."

"I'm glad," Chase replied.

"But are you gay, or do you want to be with a woman, at least eventually?"

"I'm not sure, I mean what we just did was pretty incredible and I haven't ever been with a woman before. "

"So you prefer men?"

"Well, I was attracted to you, but I am drawn to women too."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm a bisexual pre-operative transsexual?"

"Wow, gay or straight is so much easier to say."

"But is it as fun?" Chase asked reaching out and putting his hand on his friend's cock.

"I don't know, perhaps we need to check it out some more," he said, standing up and unzipping his pants again.

"Sounds good to me," Chase replied pulling off his shirt.



The Hunt



We had been talking for months. I had noticed you long before that, but never thought you would notice me. Recently a negotiation had come to light. I am a proud Domme, my wife is my proud submissive, but there was something about you that made me want to explore the dark corners of my heart.

It started with neck nibbles over a year ago. The first bite and I was addicted to you. I begged for more. You made me admit the truth. You make me cum when you sink your teeth into the soft, pale delicate flesh on my neck. You latch tight and growl the energy swirls making me lose time, space and my knees.

All I have to do is think of you, and you appear. Whenever I need you, I smell your scent. The musk and pheromones drive me wild. You are always near despite your physical location. We had planned a tryst, a hunt of sorts and it was just a matter of time until we were somewhere we could carry out my fantasy.

It was late, around 1 am on your birthday. I feel honored to help bring in your natal day with you. I had asked for a private hunt and it was finally time. The tension was thick as molasses. I presented myself to you before heading out. A light green cotton dress, black bra and purple satin and lace panties are all I wear.

"You can remove anything on my body you see fit." I say to you barely above a whisper.

"Does that include your skin?" You reply, enjoying me shiver.

"You must leave her skin!" My wife's voice pops up through the haze.

I hug my wife goodbye after you access and nod approvingly, I gather my cloak, blanket and basket because what is Little Red Riding Hood without her basket of goodies. As a modern day Red, I catch a ride over to the woods/open field where we have decided to play.

I quickly find a comfortable spot in the shadows. I am outside of the woods but comfortable with my vantage point, I can see without being seen. I am definitely not making a huge effort to hide, it's cold and late. I am secretly dying to be found.

I get as comfortable as I can and start waiting. Unbeknownst to me you have grabbed something from your cabin, something I am terrified of. Seconds become hours as I wait. Every sound is louder and sharper than normal. I am on high alert.

Just when I can't wait a second longer and am about to get up and investigate I hear the crack of your single tail whip somewhere off to my right. I know your location now, but the fear has started trickling down my back like ice water. I can't see you, but it doesn't matter I am paralyzed with fear. I trust you with my life, but am still blinded in terror anyway.

Tears fall unbidden from my eyes; fear has seized my heart & chest. I stuff my cloak in my mouth to keep from screaming out as you come into my line of vision. You are no longer my trusted friend and confidant. You are Wolf, predator on a nightly hunt and I am your prey.

You crack the whip as you cross by my hiding spot. It takes every ounce of my survival instinct to stay still and quiet. I am quite certain you know my location; you have to be able to smell my terror by now. I know you are playing with me, and torturing me. I want to run to you, drop to my knees and beg you to end it all. I am terrified but am so turned on at the same time.

The quiet closes around me again as you keep walking around the corner. I have no idea where you are now. I can't stand it any longer and my curious nature gets the best of me. I get up slowly and follow the way you went. The light catches me as I round the corner and blinds me. My night vision is ruined. I hurry back to my safe spot unable to see. 

I stop on my blanket just as I see you come around to my right again. Stupidly, I try to put a tree between us and I step on dry twigs making a very distinctive racket. Our eyes meet and I have a second to decide whether I will stand my ground or flee.

I try to run. I make it about 15 feet before you grab me. Your hand wraps around and grabs my pigtails and stopping me in my tracks. Your teeth sink deeply into my shoulder. I gasp in painful pleasure.

You growl sending energy swirling deep into my body. You relax your grip on my hair. I try to break away only to find myself pulled backward strung tight like a bowstring. A knife draws across my throat, it doesn't scare me it excites me. I become wetter, cum is freely running down my legs. 

I finally hold still. You cut the strap to my dress and bra. I turn to face you as you bite my neck again. You hold my limp form in your arms. I am plotting one last escape attempt even knowing I have nowhere to go even if I do break free.

You bite deeper and harder sending shivers through my body. It takes my everything to break free from your spell. I duck under your arm breaking free for about 5 feet. I hear you growling after me.

I am abruptly pulled back into your arms. You bite my neck again. I can feel and hear you growl into me. All I can do is shake. We have come to the pinnacle. I sigh deeply. My shoulders drop in submission to you. There is only one answer. 

"Mine!" Your growl has become words.

"Only yours." I whisper.

I can deny you nothing. I gasp as the knife cuts through the rest of my dress and bra. You take me to the ground. The cold wet grass doesn't register in my mind yet. You pin my arms to the ground shifting your weight on top of me. I love this, I am no longer afraid. I am in lust for you, my desire is unquenched.

You work your way down my body. I get frustrated with you and try to make a lunge for the chainmail single tail whip. It's not like I can do much with it, but I knew it would get a response out of you. It definitely did, you lunge after me in the grass.

"What are you trying to do?" You laugh at me.

"Um, I don't know." I meekly laugh in return.

You capture my wrists again, and cover my body with yours. Your eyes tell me that I have pushed things as far as I am going to be allowed. I relax and let you take over me. I hear the click of the knife again and shiver in response. You make quick work of divesting me of my panties.

I lay before you naked as the day I was born. You twist my nipples, I gasp. You run the knife down my body and I quiver for you. 

"Good girl." You say quietly.

I smile, I don't know way this brings me such joy, but I long to make you happy. I have to remind myself to breath. Your hand slips between my legs. I am drenched; your fingers stroke my aching clitoris. I moan and gasp unable to control my lust. My pussy is begging for more, but you pull away just as I come so very close to the edge.

I beg you for release, but you laugh and deny me. Pinning me down again, fully clothed you thrust your hard cock against my pussy. The sensation is unlike anything I am used to. You whisper into my ear telling about your hard cock thrusting deep in me. I can feel the energy surge between us. I wrap my legs around you pulling you in tighter.

I beg you to remove your clothes, but you say no. Your hand runs down my bare lips, slipping inside my juice covered slit. Two fingers slide easily into me; I thrust into them trying to draw them deeper into me. I am so very close, but am afraid you will pull back again from me.

You add another finger and thrust up hitting my g spot. I explode into a magnificent orgasm, hands clutching the grass, screaming out my ecstasy. I reach up and clutch to you while riding out the waves. I bite at your shoulder out of pure lust. 

You don't stop. You slide your fourth finger deep inside me. I try to pull away from you; there is no way that your hand is going to fit. You look deep into my eyes and calm washes over me and I relax. You remind me to breathe.

As I take a deep breath, you slide you thumb in with the rest of your fingers, the pressure is excruciating. Just when I can't take anymore and am going to beg you to stop the widest part of your hand slides in. Oh my God, it's amazing; I have never felt anything like this.

The slightest movement of your hand and arm create earth shattering pleasure for me. I beg you to make me cum. You reach up with your free hand and put it to my throat applying pressure. You roll the hand deeply fisted inside of my cunt. My orgasm shatters me.

I scream your name over and over again. My body has a mind of its own; I shake helplessly on the grass. The sheer magnitude of sensation overwhelms me. I lose time and space. I am yours and only yours. I always will be.

I come to my senses curled up safely in your arms. This is the place my heart goes to be the true me. The place where my soul is completed. It is here where I call you my Sir.



The Hunt



She fled through the forest, little more than a wraith between the dark trees, her white gown in tatters, her hair a golden skein trailing behind her as she gasped and sobbed her way through the tangled undergrowth that clutched at her, threatening to trip her up and send her sprawling to the mossy ground. She could not, must not, fall now. He was close on her heels; she imagined she could feel the hot, steaming breath of the unholy steed he rode against the back of her neck, and a fresh sense of panic lent wings to her feet. She could hear the baying of his hounds, the sound too close for comfort.

As she ran, her mind returned to the events of the previous day...events that had led her to her current headlong flight from unimaginable and unspeakable terror...

"Harvest Queen." She stared at Micah in wide-eyed shock. 

"Wh-what?" she managed to blurt out, her heart sinking, the awful sense of her destiny beginning to sink in.

"You will be crowned Harvest Queen tonight," came the reply, no less shocking than it had been a few seconds ago. Jenny's hand crept to her throat, her fingers trembling. 

"But I can't be Harvest Queen," she insisted. "The vote was taken last night and it fell on Miranda to be Harvest Queen this year..." her voice trailed off as she saw the shadow of sadness pass across his eyes. "Oh, no," she whispered through a throat suddenly gone dry and tight. "Not Miranda. Please tell me anything but that!" Micah would not meet her eyes as he nodded. 

"When? When did she do it?"

"About half an hour after the announcement was made," Micah replied, pain coloring his voice, the voice of a father whose daughter had taken her life rather than face her fate. "That makes you the new Harvest Queen since your name was the second highest to be counted." Jenny grabbed him by the arm. 

"What did she do?" she asked fiercely. This time, he looked down at her, his dark blue eyes bright with unshed tears.

"She hanged herself behind our house. From the oak tree." He put his hand over Jenny's where she still held his upper arm. "Promise me!" he said fiercely. "Promise me you will leave tonight and never come back, Jenny! I'll help you. Somehow, I'll get you away from Windhaven where you'll be safe." His eyes bored into her own steady gray ones, but she set her mouth and shook her head, her straight blond hair glinting with red in the light from the huge bonfire beyond.

"No," she said slowly, "I'll not run away. He can do his worst, but I will escape him." It was the elder's turn to look shocked as he stared at her, open-mouthed.

"Jenny, sweet Jenny," he replied, "you know that escape is impossible. When he comes for you there will be nowhere you can run, no place you can hide. This year marks the seventh since he last hunted, and he will have his prize, no matter what...you know that." In spite of her grief at the news of the suicide of her best friend, Jenny was adamant.

"Then I will fight him with my last breath," she declared. She took a deep breath. "I will be ready tomorrow night."

And she was ready. And now here she was, fleeing from him through the dark thicket of trees, cursing the bright moon above that limned her in its silvery glow wherever the trees thinned about her. She cursed him, too, under her breath as she ran. She was beginning to tire now but she dared not stop. She had to reach the bridge over the river; once she crossed over she would be safe, for he and his steed and the baying hounds beside them could not cross running water. 

There! She broke through the tree line to see the old stone bridge ahead lying ahead of her. It was close...oh so close, and she put on a fresh burst of speed, drawing deep down inside of her for the last untapped reserve of strength. Her eyes fixed on the bridge, Jenny failed to see the root of an old oak that thrust out of the ground to one side. The very edge of her right foot caught it and she felt herself flying through the air, her arms flailing. She hit the ground hard enough to push air from her lungs but that did not stop her. Feeling fevered breath upon her neck, her hands scrabbled for purchase on the grass beside the track, and with every ounce of desperation in her body she pulled herself forward, toward sanctuary.

She was one hands-breadth away from touching sacred stone when the black-booted foot came down between her shoulder blades, effectively pinning her to the ground. Screaming with mingled frustration and fear, she twisted her head around...and found herself looking up at a nightmare come to life. Her terrified eyes took in a long, lean body clothed entirely in black, a cruel, hawkish face saved only by a pair of brilliant blue eyes and above...oh God above....a set of twisted, curling antlers that grew between shaggy dark hair flowing down to his shoulders.

Fear lent her strength and she shoved hard with her body, lunging forward in a desperate need for sanctuary. Almost at the same time a hard, gauntleted fist gripped her by the hair, effortlessly pulling her back from her goal, causing shockwaves of pain across her scalp. She shrieked, her hands batting uselessly at the glove that held her. Moonlight flashed across her eyes as she was swung up in front of him and brought against the hard body, the fist in her hair causing her to arch her back as he stared at her, at her flushed cheeks, flashing eyes and down, at her breasts heaving inside the tattered white dress that barely contained the soft flesh. He drew his other gauntleted fist down her cheek and over her white throat, his touch causing her to shiver. She stared at him, a doe caught in the light. His hard mouth curved into a sardonic smile.

"White-breasted maiden, why do you flee from your destiny?" he growled deep in his throat as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, trailing it down her neck, inhaling the scent of woman mixed with the heady tang of her terror. She gasped at the sensation of his teeth lightly grazing her sensitive skin as his mouth moved lower and lightly nipped at the soft flesh of one plump, white breast.

"No, please, stop," she whimpered, but he ignored her. He placed one muscular arm around her waist and effortlessly lifted her with him as he mounted the black steed that waited behind him, its red eyes calm now that they prey had been captured. Even the hounds at his feet were still, sitting waiting, watching him. He gave the signal and his mount galloped back into the dark forest, the now-silent hounds running beside its flashing hooves. Thrown across the saddle in front of him, Jenny could do nothing but hold on for dear life.

Then...silence. She thought that they had come to a standstill but when she looked down the ground was gone and they were soaring through the clear night sky. Vertigo washed through her, causing her head to reel as she took in the stars and moon, too close, much too close. There was no time for her to cry out before unconsciousness washed over her, taking her into the arms of the darkness.

Soft light washed over Jenny where she lay, filtering through her eyelids. She groaned softly and opened her eyes, pulling back in shock at the face so close to her own. It was him. Fresh terror spun through her body, weakening her knees and causing a gasp to slip from between her lips. She tried to scramble away from him but it was no use. His hands, ungloved now, caught her wrists, imprisoning her where she lay on a bed of soft furs. 

"Jenny, Jenny, sweet Jenny," he murmured as his blue gaze swept over her body, taking in the fullness of her breasts, the narrowness of her waist and the gentle swell of her hips below. She flushed, feeling naked beneath that gaze in spite of the dress that covered her. In spite of her fear, she felt her nipples harden, which did not go unnoticed. He drew in a sharp breath of his own as his eyes darkened with lust. He bent his antlered head toward her.

"Wait!" she said. He lifted his head, his eyes blazing. "How do you know my name?" she asked him. He smiled, showing even white teeth.

"Girl, I am the Lord of the Hunt," came the reply. "How should I not know the name of the white-breasted maiden? Now hush, seven long years have passed since I have last hunted, and my need is great..." He grabbed her wrists in one strong hand, pulling them over her head, while his other fastened on the neck of her white dress. With one sharp tug, he tore the fabric down to her waist, exposing the soft mounds of her breasts, each tipped with an erect, large, dark pink nipple. He growled again in the back of his throat, and lowered his mouth to her breasts, his lips closing over first one hard, tight bud and then the other. In spite of her terror she arched her upper body against his tongue, sensations spiking through her body, to her belly, and further down. She felt a rush of heat and moisture between her thighs and she fought back the sensations that were trying to take over her body. 

Still keeping her hands pinned above her head, he used his free hand to pull the soft fabric of her dress up over her knees and her pale thighs, exposing her sex. She had hated being naked beneath the dress when it was put on her earlier that night but Chelle had explained that it was part of the tradition. 

"Actually, you're lucky not to be running around completely naked," she had remarked when Jenny had complained, effectively shutting the girl up.

Now, however, she felt herself completely exposed to this -- what was he? Part man, part woodland creature, all god? Jenny felt her head spin as she considered who and what he was. She guessed it didn't matter, the point is, she was now naked before him. She felt a flush stain her cheeks, part embarrassment, part excitement at being so exposed -- so -- open.

He looked at the prey spread out before him. Every seven years he was allowed to hunt the new white-breasted maiden. He wondered if this would be the one to rescue him from his lonely solitude? No maiden before this one had been able to accommodate him, take into herself the cock of a god. He sighed. Sadly, each and every one of them before Jenny had gone completely insane when he had tried to take them. It was his lot, his destiny, to hunt the white-breasted maiden once every seven years, but that did not mean he had to enjoy it. Always, his love of the hunt, the chase, the eventual capture, was tinged with a deep sorrow at what followed after. He looked down at the girl who lay beneath him. Her soft gray eyes were huge in her face, her soft golden hair that streamed down to her buttocks a fall of silk in the firelight, her body...ah gods, what a body she had on her, all sweet curves and gleaming peaks and shadowed valleys. He felt lust surge through his loins as his gaze traveled over her, coming to rest on the juncture of her thighs, where sweet pink lips peeked shyly from beneath a thatch of golden hair.

The pressure on his cock was unbearable. Releasing her, his hands moved swiftly to the buttons on his trousers, as he quickly freed himself from the constraints of the fabric that held him captive. Jenny watched him, lying quietly, knowing that there was no escape. She gasped when she saw him. He was enormous; his long, swollen, thickly-veined shaft a terrifying sight. He saw her alarm and felt ashamed of his need.

He stretched his body beside hers and placed his hand on her cheek, gently cupping her face, turning her to look at him. 

"Jenny, my sweet Jenny, do not be afraid of me," he whispered, as he bent and took her mouth with his, his lips moving over her own until his tongue parted them and slid inside, into the warm heat of her mouth. He imagined this was how her sheath would feel around him and he groaned helplessly, feeling his cock twitch. Still, he was patient, and took his time, letting her get used to the feel of his mouth before he slid it down over her jaw to her neck, nibbling her skin, tasting her. Once again he allowed his lips to claim a hard nipple, while one of his hands toyed with the other, drawing a soft whimper from her. He moved his hand down over the smooth white flesh of her belly, to the soft thatch of hair beneath. She stiffened beneath his touch and he soothed her with murmurs, stroking her hip before sliding his hand down further.

The first time he touched the lips of her sex she jumped, her hips arching off the furs that cushioned her body. His fingers probed, feeling wetness, astonishing him. The other white-breasted maidens had not reacted so quickly to his touch, or perhaps he was becoming more practiced with the passage of time. He rubbed his thumb gently over the tiny pink pearl that nestled between her lips and was rewarded with a moan from the girl. He moved his fingers lower and allowed them to slide into her wetness. Jenny was lost in a haze of sensations that his fingers were producing. Her body felt suddenly empty and she welcomed the probing of his fingers inside her wet sheath, gripping them tightly with her inner muscles as he moved them slowly in and out of her. 

She was shocked when he knelt between her legs and replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue. She cried out when he sucked her lips and clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against her flesh and sliding deep into her wetness. She reached down for him, ignoring the antlers that sprouted from his scalp, grinding her hips against his mouth, waves of pleasure coursing through her body, loosening the muscles of her thighs. 

He rose to his knees, pulling furs towards him, bunching them beneath her hips, and lifting her lower body towards him. He was holding his cock in one hand, and she saw a glistening teardrop of liquid on the bulbous head. She held her breath, terrified beyond imagining, as he gently placed the head of his cock between the lips of her sex. He pushed slightly with his hips and moved inside her, just slightly. Not wanting to hurt her, holding his breath himself, he gave her body time to adjust to him before he pushed his cock a little further into her. Jenny felt her tight sheath stretching around his rigid flesh, trying to accommodate his girth. It hurt, but at the same time she didn't want him to stop. She gave an encouraging little push with her own hips, and he slid further inside her. He reached down and massaged her clit gently as he continued to slide his swollen manhood inside the white-breasted maiden. Jenny felt another rush of wetness deep inside and he slid in until he was completely buried inside her. 

"Ohhhhhhh," she sighed as she felt him rotate his hips against hers. She looked at him, and caught something on his face she had not expected: a look of tenderness so extreme she thought she must be imagining it. 

"Jenny, my Jenny," he whispered as he started sliding himself gently in and out of her, feeling her stretch around him, her inner muscles flexing to accommodate him. Joy and wonder began to flow through him....he had never been able to fill a woman completely before now but he was buried to the hilt in a white-breasted maiden who was looking at him with something like adoration, or perhaps -- love? He gripped her hips and lifted them toward him, impaling her completely on his cock, causing her to cry out. A quick look assured him that she wanted him to continue; her teeth were biting her lower lip as she urged him on with little movements of her own hips. He began to move faster in and out of her, eliciting tiny breathless cries and moans from her, until he began to feel her inner muscles clenching around him. She screamed and he felt liquid bathe his cock as she came, joining her scant seconds later as his cock swelled and he began to spurt inside her, his white-breasted maiden.

After they were done, he held her cradled in his arms, still buried deep inside her. Her arms came around him and she kissed him softly on his lips. 

"My lord," she whispered almost imperceptibly. 

"My sweet Jenny," he replied. "You are my last hunt, there will be no more white-breasted maidens after you, you are the one my heart has been searching for, all this time. Will you stay with me, sweet Jenny?" Jenny nodded in reply. In his arms, she was Home.



The Hunt



No part of this story may be copied or reproduced in any format. All characters herein are legal adults. This is a work of fiction and not in any way related to real persons or places. Any similarities is coincidental. Enjoy.

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Hunting. A sport where the young lack experience and patience. Whereas the older more experience hunter bides his time and chooses battles more wisely. At twenty nine I'd learned from those before me. Tonight brought me to the local go-go bar, the Waterfall. Wearing a black dress shirt with matching pants and shoes I blended in with the shadows. The Waterfall is one of the classier joints in the area. It had the typical rectangular stage commanding the center of the main room. 

The left hand side had tables a dancer could perform on for individuals or groups. It was quasi-public and private. Public since should someone else look they could see the dancer and somewhat more private due to the shadows. 

On the right hand side some tables had birdcages for the dancers. Behind the stage three rooms are for private dances. Private dances run from twenty dollars to three hundred dollars. Each of the rooms is further divided with cubicle style walls. And each wall has handicap handles for more "aggressive dances."

Back to the younger crowd. I've always gotten a bit of a kick out of the obvious first timers. Whatever money they bring, usually not much, doesn't last beyond the first dancer flashing her tits and whispering ideas into their heads. Being young the ladies know they don't have to do much. Plus, to keep the cops away the young ones don't get lucky anyway.

Finishing my Jack and coke I push the empty glass to the edge of the bar opposite me. Julie the bartender makes a point of bee lining for me. Her black hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her sharp features, tight bra, and short shorts, contrasting with her pale white skin. Her eyes are fierce, piercing orbs, with a glint of something dangerous lurking within. Freckles on her cheeks and shoulders appear faintly. 

"Another?" she asks raising the empty glass and arching an eyebrow.

I nod and wink at her rewarding me with a rare hint of a smile from her. Without breaking eye contact she makes a show of bending over while mixing another drink. Her beautiful, full tits, on total display. Her cleavage begging to be set free. Standing back up she hands me the glass wrapped in a napkin. Quickly climbing up on the bar she slides down onto my lap. Wrapping her hand around the back of my head she leans in making a show of smelling my cologne. Rubbing her head on mine I hear her breathing on my ear as she nibbles on it. The swell in my pants must have been reward enough as she soon is running herself up and down its length.

"You've had me waiting too long. Go to the left hand dance room and wait in the back corner. Tonight you're mine." Julie sensually tells me. Her face alight reminds me of a huntress eyeing a prize. Leaning back in, she bites me on the neck before dismounting back across the bar. A little younger than I she still had the nimbleness wasted on younger women. Yes, mid and late twenties is still young I know. The experiences and challenges presented to both of us tended to focus one's energies.

Eyeing her pale back and legs as she vaulted over I know tonight will not end quickly. Downing more fire water I enjoy the burn down my throat and the heat in my stomach. Casually making my way to the back I find a newer dancer riding a customer. Stepping aside from the doorway I note her bare back and flowing red hair. Just as quickly I find she's naked and openly fucking. A tight ass and hips riding that dick as if tonight the world ended. Her hands clenched around the handles though she rode the devil himself. Catching a glimpse of her bared chest her C tits bounce around fiercely. Her nipples engorged stand out brazenly while flanked against an army of freckles. Her eyes locked onto the lucky youth. Sipping my drink I enjoy the show. 

"Good she hasn't finished yet," says Julie as joins me, "this one is strong." Resting her head on my shoulder I pull her around front of me. Inhaling her smell I'm intoxicated and an image of prey being stalked comes to mind. Unsuspecting and unaware that the embrace of death lingers so closely. Removing my hand from her hip she moves towards the two her gate that of a predator.

A show I didn't expect and I look forward as tonight will indeed be truly different.

Once behind the red head she leans in begins kissing her neck. Light feathery kisses, delivered teasingly, the red head arches her neck for more. Reaching around, she cups a breast. Running her hand up towards the nipple again and again. Julie growls, baring her teeth at the young man being ridden. The red head slows herself going for deep thrusts and riding his dick back out slowly. Under the gaze of two dangerously gorgeous women he won't last much longer. Reaching for her hips to hasten his release Julie clasps his hands above his head. 

At first surprised he smiles as both women begin French kissing each other. It begins teasingly with the red head pulling closer lusting for more. Julie pulls away eyeing the man's crotch. Quickly they travel up his body. A body made strong through weight lifting. No doubt it's easy for him to score with the ladies.

Bringing her face close to his she releases his hands touching her forehead to his. One hand wraps around his head and the other pushes against the red heads back urging them both on. Eager they both resume a faster pace. Julie's breathing mirrors the two fucking as though sharing the experience. Their bodies shaking, sweating, gyrating.

Still enjoying my drink I watch as their bodies clench. His muscled body clenches as he peaks. Releasing himself into the red head as she shakes atop him. Julie's body shakes, a look of satisfaction across her face. Pulling the red head to her breasts she smooths her hair out. 

Reaching out he cups her freckled breasts and Julie once again pushes her to bring them to his face. Leaning forward, lost in lust, he laps and sucks upon her nipples with greedy abandon. The red head sucks in a breath truly enjoying herself. Squeezing them both he throws what energy he has at them.

Julie turns to me eyes ablaze, mouth open, teeth bared, waiting, her eyes begging for the kill. I meet her gaze expressionless. Finishing my drink I set it up the seat next to me. With the faintest of nods the two descend upon the young man before them. They deliver not kisses to his neck but ravenous appetite with a side of fangs. Confused, pained, he pushes them both back. With the energy of youth and a muscled body he at first succeeds. Grasping at his neck frantically he searches for any hint of blood. 

Finding none he eyes the two of them who still stare at him with hunger. Still not understanding his fate he watches as Julie pushes the red head to her knees beside the young man. Julie unclasps her bra allowing it to fall to the floor. Her pale breasts sag ever so slightly yet ever so firm and succulent. 

The red head begins massaging his thighs while delivering little kisses. Her red hair falls covering half of her face. Her tongue extends out as if beckoning his dick towards it. Her eyes track hungrily as his penis regains its girth and length. While moving to engorge her mouth upon it she runs her fingernails down his thighs. Breaking the skin but not drawing blood. Not yet.

Julie still standing, straddles his leg between hers. Her hands feeling the weight of her tits. Her nipples full and taunt. The areoles seemingly small compared to her tits. 

"My young Mark...do you want me? Do you desire me?" she coos, "shall I show you things those girls, those children, couldn't ever offer you? Your youthful strength, your muscles and dick, will experience pleasure like nothing you've ever had." Julie reaches up and loses her hair from its ponytail. It falls about her shoulders just touching the tops of her breasts drawing young Mark's eyes back to them. Placing her foot next to him on the seat she pulls him forward towards her chest.

"Go on Mark, take them," Julie beckons as Mark warily reaches towards them. Surprised at the weight he is amazed they maintain pointing out so straight and how firm they feel. Cupping both breasts his hands quickly find their way to her nipples. With light flicks he elicits shivers from her while her eyes remain locked on his.

"Agh, uhhhh, Angela you suck mean dick. Uhhhh, my wife could...could...learn from youuu!" Mark moans, resting his head against Julie's breasts. He starts squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples while watching Angela slurp his dick. Saliva runs down his dick lubing her piston like mouth to travel on.

Julie guides his head towards her nipple as she runs her hand down his face. She runs her hands through his hair watching as he latches onto her nipple. Now over excited he bites hard drawing a growl out of her. Her teeth incredibly white and sharp. His hands lock onto her tight ass kneading her cheeks through her shorts.

"Mmmm, yes, take me Mark! Free me!" she yells as he falteringly works her shorts free of her hips. All the while he kisses, sucks, and nips at her breasts. Once her body is free of the shorts he runs a hand along her vagina. Finding it shaved perfectly and without redness or bumps. As she lowers herself onto his lap he begins kissing and biting her neck. Looking to meet her animal drive he bites harder and squeezes her ass tightly pulling her to him. They run their sex against each other.

Julie crushes her lips against his while rising to take him into her. Once inside they barely pause to enjoy each other before he pushes her to the floor to take her. Her eyes lustful, her body demanding, she bucks against him. Her body demands every inch of him. She claws his back. Her legs wrap around him refusing to let go. His balls slap against her in a machine gun rhythm. His hands dig deep into her sides refusing to yield. Refusing to be conquered by her desire. Her tits bouncing painfully back and forth with every thrust.

Having been excluded Angela slinked her way over on all fours towards me. Reaching me she runs her head up my leg her hand finding my hard dick. Now kneeling she kisses and gently nibbles me through my pants. Quickly she removes my shoes and undoes my belt. Once free I step out naked as I always go commando. I sit down just across from the other two fucking. Angela brings her head next to my rigid dick and inhales the scent of sex before taking me in her mouth.

One hand disappears towards her clit and her arm's slow movement reveals her pleasuring herself. Knowing I never cared for anything than a woman's mouth up and down my dick she doesn't use her hand or stop sucking me. I push her hair behind her ear to better enjoy the show. I rest my head against the wall. My dick is in heaven, saliva coating it, she gives me her best. I relish it. It's been quite some time since we've been together.

Never one to allow a lesser to rule her Julie switches their positions without missing a beat. Turning her head to the side and then upwards she sucks in a breath. Losing herself as their bodies seemed to become one. Sitting straight up his dick finds her g spot as she quickly runs her hips back and forth.

Mark didn't know how she got on top. He didn't care. Not as long this night didn't end. His hands quickly found her tits. Squeezing them both he knew he wouldn't last much longer if she didn't let up. He grinned as she threw her head back unable to speak as her body was racked relentlessly by her orgasms. Grabbing her hips he started working her hips back and forth on his dick determined to find his own release. 

Slowly coming down from her orgasmic high Julie felt Mark working his way to finishing himself. Pulling his hands from her hips she regained control working his dick a bit slower. Sensing a slight dissatisfaction she replaced his hands on her tits. Kissing him on the mouth she moved to his cheek and then his neck when he tried to kiss her back. Sensing his rising climax at its breaking point she extends her fangs to their maximum and this time breaks through to his throbbing jugular vein.

Through this she claims his climax with his blood. Hungrily she draws it from him. Her own body shaking softly as another climax was triggered within herself. 

Mark never felt an orgasm such as this. He knew he didn't ejaculate and that somehow his whole body had relaxed in a way he'd never felt before. As Julie had risen from his neck and off his softening dick he finally opened his eyes. He squinted not quite realizing the blood about her mouth. 

The red head Angela, he didn't regret the money he paid her, he couldn't possibly care how he would explain that much to his company. Angela came into his view and his eyes widened as she began to lick the blood from Julie's mouth. Realization dawned on him as both their eyes quickly flashed as though alight with fire before returning to normal. 

Angela then stooped lifting him up with surprising ease. Lowering an amulet over his head to rest on his chest she covered it with her hand. His hand touches his neck and feels not an open pulsing wound but two small scars already healed.

"Now you are mine. Now you belong to me. You shall have no other until your debt to me is filled. Free from the curse of old age and deaths bonds you shall know no other than me. Your misdeeds demand no less. Cheaters garner freedom under the next alignment of stars. Your servitude runs a hence forth a thousand years."

Unable to resists, to speak, he feels his body fall to a knee...

A cloak is placed about his shoulders and a different hand, somehow familiar, pulls his chin upwards. Upon seeing the owners face he knows he is doomed. Before stands his girlfriend, her father, also his boss. Their robes seem to have a royal cut and rich jewels festooning their head, robe, and belts. Shaking his head her father leaves. Julie and Angela stand beside me still in their state of undress and reeking of sex.

Kneeling before him his wife Sabella looks deep into his eyes. Touching her head to his world goes white. He feels himself leaving his body. Sabella is with him as beautiful as ever. Even more so than Julie or Angela. For a moment he feels himself filled with joyous love that she is his. Except now he realizes he is reliving every wicked moment since he met her.

The bartender he fucked after he left Sabella in their honeymoon suite sleeping. His ring on full display when telling her he'd fuck her senseless. Meeting up in a vacant room with pants around his ankles and her skirt hiked up around her hips they'd fucked.The papers he photographed on her father's desk for an interested and highly paying competitor. Now he was going through Sabella's mother's jewelry box removing her favorite necklace. On and on it goes.

Mark is not merely watching or even being reminded of his innumerable infidelities he is actually performing exactly as it happened. His wicked smile as the bartender sucked on his ring finger as he fucked her. He couldn't stop himself from lewdly staring at the picture of his now mother.

All the while Sabella stands stoically watching. Wearing the modest dress from the first day they met. So they remain until she breaks the connection and leaves the room without looking back. What Mark cannot know is the eternity it will take for those wounds to heal and the crushing betrayal to pass.

Angela leads him from the room. All passion and desire now gone. Not bothering to watch them go Julie stands herself before me. Cocking her head to the side she smiles at me with her hands upon her bare hips.

"You didn't think I forgot did you? My love it's our two thousand year anniversary." As she pulls me in for hug followed by a peck on the cheek. "Your loyalty and faithfulness to me when we were mortals still leaves me feeling truly happy. Now that Angela has a servant who survived the process she no longer needs to earn our protection."

Snapping her fingers servants don us both with our robes and pendants. 

"A fine bath, the finest dinner, and the finest sex await us both my queen," I tell her as we take hands and disappear to elsewhere.

To be continued...



The Hunt



The Hunter had been perched in the tree for over four hours now. Her breathing and heart rate had slowed to a crawl. She no longer felt discomfort in the muscles of her arms and legs as she clung from a high branch which afforded her an unobstructed view of the forest. The brown of her skin blended with the bark of the tree, camouflaging her. Twice, travelers had come along this path in the Abidan Forest, walking right under her, unaware. She could have easily dropped from the branch, ending their lives before their brains even had a chance to register something had happened. But they weren't her prey. Not this evening.

Several minutes ago she had become aware of something crawling on her hand. A spider. She could tell by it's touch; she didn't have to look at it. It had moved up her arm and down her chest. She didn't bother it. She often experienced the feeling of millions of insects crawling on and under her skin during bad periods of withdrawal. The touch of one spider was hardly noticeable.

She'd forced herself to go through the pain of the withdrawal, almost three days, in preparation for the Hunt. She needed her senses and reflexes in peak form. But without the kuerache, the other Pain had crept back to torment her, to remind her of the injuries she'd suffered in the city of Dalo years ago. An ambush during a mercenary operation had left her with her spine shattered. She was lucky to escape with her life. The Burungi shaman who'd tended to her had managed to repair the nerves and muscles in her back but was unable to relieve her of the constant, excruciating pain. Reluctantly, he gave her the keurache to finally quiet her screams of agony, knowing that her injuries were such that the Pain would likely continue throughout her lifetime.

The spider continued to trek across her body, stopping now at her knee. She remained still, staring down at the path. Dusk was beginning to set in. She didn't mind the dark. Her pupils no longer dilated and the brown of her eyes had been coated over with an opaque, grayish film, one of the telltale signs of advanced addiction. She seldom blinked, only once every few minutes.

There was a sudden rustling in the bushes off to the left of the path. Although there was no perceptible movement in her body, the Hunter's muscles had coiled up like a spring, preparing for action. Something was running this way. She waited. Moments later, a medium sized animal exploded from the bushes and darted across the path. It moved so fast she was unable to tell what it was. She tracked it with her eyes. It was prey, but not her prey. She waited to see what was chasing it. Seconds later, a large cat-like creature burst from the same spot in pursuit. She relaxed. Although the cat would have made for a nice kill, it wasn't the creature she was hunting.

She was here for bigger game. Every year or so she would travel to the forest to hunt emyr. The huge bear-like creatures were fast and vicious and nearly impossible to track. It was good sport. To kill one and return its hide always earned her considerable recognition as a Hunter. Not that her standing wasn't already solidified. Her name was legendary across most of the Northern Territories. Even rumors of her addiction didn't quell the status of her reputation.

The spider was now crawling back toward her face. She allowed it to walk over her collarbone and then across her neck. It paused there, just over her throbbing jugular. She didn't know what species of spider it was, whether it was poisonous. She didn't care. It continued around her cheekbone and over her ear, finally disappearing into the long braids of her hair.

Twenty minutes later the sun dropped out of sight. The first moon had already risen, the second would be following it shortly. A faint noise caught her attention and she look off to the left of the path. Nothing. Still, she had the sense that something had been moving. She focused her attention in the direction of the noise. No other sounds came. But something else was different now. She detected a smell riding on the breeze, almost undetectable through the scent of vegetation and earth. An animal smell. She heard another noise, this time behind her.

Her muscles tensed again, this time in alarm. She remained still, though, not yet willing to give up her position. A sound came again, this time on her right. She turned her head slowly and looked that way. Moonlight flashed off of something close by. Something metallic. A weapon? There should have been nothing metal in this part of the forest besides her own weapons.

Something was circling her position. Stalking her! Did it already know where she was? Was it down there on the ground right now, training a weapon on her? She decided immediately not to take the chance. Moving with sudden swiftness, she grabbed the branch she was hanging from, swung her legs over, twisted and dropped the twenty feet to the ground.

She landed, rolled and began sprinting south through the brush. She could sense a presence off to her right, tracking her, keeping pace with her, although moving just as silently as she was. This was no animal. Certainly not the emyr she'd traveled here to hunt. Her muscles screamed at being used so suddenly and so fiercely after so many hours of sitting motionless in the tree.

She leaped over a downed tree trunk and hunkered behind it, unslinging the bow from behind her back, waiting to pinpoint the location of her pursuer. Whatever it was, it had stopped too but she knew it was still behind her. She readied an arrow and waited. Nothing. Her pursuer was not foolish enough to reveal its location. Her instincts yelled at her that she was being watched though she could not tell from what direction. She had to move. Get out of the forest in into the clearing by the river. She had to continue south.

Taking a deep breath she scooted away from the cover of the tree trunk and prepared to bolt. A sharp whistle preceded the sound of a dart thunking into the wood behind her. She leaped, rolled and dashed away, zig zagging through the bushes. Thorns cut her arms and legs but she ignored. She needed to get to some kind of vantage point in a hurry. If she could elude her pursuer long enough to identify it and mark it she would be able to kill it with little to no effort. Still she was confused. Carelessness had not led to her becoming prey. She was being hunted by an intelligent creature. There was no telling how long she'd been marked. Though her curiosity was peaked she knew she would kill it before any questions were asked. Her sense of self-preservation overruled all else.

She continued to run until she was certain nothing was following her. The banks of the river were just ahead. She was breathing hard and the Pain was beginning to creep back. She willed it away and emerged from the black of the forest onto the moonlit banks of the river. She stood there thinking . She'd managed to outpace her pursuer but she wouldn't go undiscovered for long. Should she hide in the water? Climb another tree?

She decided to cross the river and wait on the other side. Where ever her pursuer emerged from the woods she would be able to see it and mark it. She plunged into the icy water and swam across, unhindered by the weight of the bow and the knife in her belt. Her only worries were that her pursuer would reach the bank before she got across. That would destroy her whole plan. Finally she reached the far bank and ducked behind a large rock, shaking water from her braids. She readied her bow again and waited, her eyes roving back and forth over the shores of the opposite bank. Once again, she was the Hunter, no longer the prey.

Soon enough, she saw motion on the other bank and a figure moved from the darkness of the woods and into the soft moonlight. It was a man. Tall, naked to the waist, his black skin shining almost blue in the reflected light. Stuck into his belt was a knife. She realized it was the glint of the knife that had alerted her to his presence in the first place. Careless of him. She shifted slightly to get a better angle with the bow. She would drop him before he had a chance to duck for cover.

The man walked a few paces toward the water and stopped, his eyes scanning the far bank much the same way hers' had done. She hesitated. What was he doing? Why was he just standing in the open like that? Especially after all the stealth he'd exercised tracking her in the tree?

The bow wavered slightly but she kept it aimed right at his heart. Then, the man actually sat down on the ground and crossed his legs as if meditating! Utterly confused, she relaxed her grip on the bow. Why had he stalked her in the tree, chased her through the woods, fired a dart at her, only to sit down on the ground as if waiting to be struck down? Did he think he had lost her? That she had just run for safety without even looking back? Anger flashed in her. Did he so disregard her skills as a Hunter that he would sit out in the open as if she wouldn't kill him?

It occurred to her that this man must know who she was. Why else would he be here? Was this some sort of game? His idea of sport? Soon she understood he was waiting for her to show herself; to make a move. Cocky. Foolish. She would kill him for the disrespect alone. She waited, calming herself. She'd hung from a tree for over four hours; squatting behind this rock was nothing. She would not show herself. She would not play his game.

Time passed and the man still did not move. His eyes were slitted and he barely seemed to be breathing. The Hunter had been watching him now for several minutes without blinking. She still held the bow in her hands but kept it pointing at the ground. Her eyes began to itch. She closed them for a second to apply some moisture. When she opened them again he was gone.

She looked around, alarmed. How had he just disappeared? Impossible! She raised the bow but didn't know where to aim. What was going on? She sensed a presence behind her and whirled around. There he was, not ten feet away! She let fly with an arrow but surprise had affected her aim. He dodged slightly to the side and the arrow flew past his face, slicing his cheek. She had no time to load another. She dropped her bow and went for her knife, pushing her heel into the dirt and leaping backward. The man had something in his hand and put it to his mouth. There was a whistling sound and a dart pierced the skin of her neck.

She rolled away, pulling the dart from her flesh and wondering frantically how all this had happened so suddenly. She had her knife in one hand and rolled into a crouching position, judging what her next move should be. The man just stood there, a satisfied look on his face. Poisoned! she thought. He's poisoned me! How long before whatever it was took effect? Dammit! How had she let this happen? She would kill him before he could claim her as a hostage, or worse, a trophy.

Growling, she pounced at him, intending to bury the knife in his throat. He sidestepped her and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around. She stumbled and hit the ground, realizing whatever was on the dart was already taking effect. Her reactions had slowed and her brain felt foggy. She got back to her feet and turned to face him. He was backing away from her.

She felt numbness traveling through her extremities and realized, with a start that the feeling was familiar. The numbness, the light headedness . . . Kuerache! But she never felt the effects this quickly, not even when she smoked it as opposed to chewing it. He'd coated his dart with a concentrated extract. But why?

She stared up at him, her lids getting heavy. He seemed to present no more threat. "Who are you?" Her voice was weak.

He didn't respond to her question, just stepped forward and took the knife from her hand. She offered no resistance. He dropped the knife to the ground and held her hand kneeling in front of her. His beard was thick, yet tapered, his head shaved, face handsome. Blood trickled down his cheek where her arrow had sliced him. She stared at the skin of his hand, several shades darker than her own coffee color. Then she saw the tattoos on his arms, interlocking symbols that she recognized. Desha Tribe. But that was impossible. The Deshas had been extinct for over a generation.

"I have to say, catching you was much easier than I thought," he said, his voice soft and melodic.

Angered, she pulled her hand away. "Tricked . . ." she said, remembering his disappearing act at the riverbank. "How . . .?"

"Just a technique I've learned to apply. You were focusing all your energy watching me sit there on that bank; not blinking, almost in a trance. I could feel it. And I shared it. I sent it back to you. I used that energy to make it so that you continued to see what you wanted to see, even while I crossed the river and came up behind you. It's not a difficult process. The elders of my tribe had studied it for generations." He chuckled. "If you hadn't been so intent on watching me, I wouldn't have been able to do it. Ironic . . . The skills that make you a formidable Hunter are also the ones that proved to be you weakness."

She didn't understand. Projecting images of himself; confusing her senses. Was he a wizard? If so, why was he hunting her? What did he want? She asked. "Why?"

"Because, it's a chance to best a legend. I've heard tales of you for years. The way you recovered after that incident in Dalo. Many people didn't think you'd live but you did. And you became an even deadlier version of you former self. Always victorious . . . never defeated."

He reached and grabbed her hand again, this time caressing it tenderly. She collapsed to one elbow, unable to keep herself upright. The keurache was speeding through her bloodstream now. All she wanted was to lay down and let the euphoria take her. Her skin tingled where he held her. The pleasure centers of her brain were kicking in now, the pain disappearing.

She stared up at the Deshan. He wouldn't kill her. He just wanted fame. To be able to say he'd bested the legendary Hunter. And could she begrudge him? He had. Although tricks and sorcery had been used instead of actual hunting skills. Perhaps she should take it as a compliment. He still had been unable to take her on her own terms.

"Sad," he said, looking down at her. "I'd hoped that the stories about the keurache weren't true. Once your eyes become clouded there is no escape. Only death. Perhaps killing you now would be an act of mercy. You know the fate that waits for you."

He was right. She thought of the Pain that lurked in her body constantly, sometimes dull; all too often, unbearable. She hated that she had become a slave to the keurache, cursed that Burungi shaman for dooming her to this existence.

All of a sudden, she realized that she was weary. Weary of the Pain. Weary of the keurache. Weary of the Hunt. She'd already vowed to die on the hunting ground rather than waste away in one of the keurache dens. And better to die at the hands of a worthy foe. "Kill me, then."

He released her hand and went for a pouch on his belt. She watched him, heavy lidded, and waited to see what sort of instrument he would use to take her life. Instead of a weapon, he withdrew a long metal rod with a flat, carved glyph on one end. He held the rod in one hand and waved the other over it, mumbling some sort of incantation, his brow furrowed in concentration. As the rod began heat up and glow red, she realized what he intended to do. She pulled herself out of her stupor and tried to crawl away but he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back toward him.

"NO!" She may have been willing to lay down her life on the hunting grounds but she would not let him brand her!

"I'm not going to kill you," he said, gripping her ankle, his palm scaldingly hot. "But I will leave my mark on you."

Fear and desperation flooded her, momentarily overpowering the effect of the drug. She kicked at his hand, knocking the rod away. He grabbed her other ankle, this hand shockingly cool compared to the other one. She wrenched her ankle out of his grip and kicked him. He was surprised by the viciousness of her attack, expecting her to be completely narcotized by now. What he didn't know, and probably hadn't bothered to research during his planning, was how much of the keurache she could consume and still keep her faculties. The dose in the dart had been potent but not nearly as much as she had been known to ingest in one sitting. His mistake would cost him.

She yanked her other leg free and kicked him again. Her knife was still on the ground between them. She snatched it up and lunged at him, aiming the blade at his throat. He countered her, twisting his body to the left, moving just fast enough to save his life but not enough to avoid the blade completely; he rolled away, missing a small piece of his earlobe.

The Hunter got to her feet, the familiar bloodlust returning, her moment of weakness just moments ago forgotten. The Deshan had rolled to one knee and was grinning up at her, ignoring the blood trickling from his ear.

"So," he said, unsheathing his knife. "Am I about to meet the true Hunter, then?"

"Yes," she said, bluntly. "Unfortunately." No one who had met the true Hunter had lived to tell the tale. This Desha would be no exception. He made a move as if to attack but feinted to his right instead, trying to throw her off balance. She anticipated his move and dove to her right, striking out with the blade, trying to find an opening in his ribcage where she could plunge it into his heart. She missed. Didn't even touch him. He was fast. Almost as fast as her.

He attacked then and she blocked him, though not as easily as she should have; the drug was still slowing her reactions. She admitted to herself that even if she were in peak form he still would have been a match for her. The half smirk never left his face. He was enjoying himself. She realized that she was too. The combat had excited her, much the same way the Hunt excited her. They circled one another in the moonlight, sweating. Neither of them had inflicted wounds yet, just a series of attacks and counter-attacks. She found herself beginning to respect his skills as a warrior. She now felt it was a shame that she would have to kill him.

Her senses suddenly became very aware of her surroundings. Gaenor, the largest moon was now high in the sky, while Gamaliel-her smaller sister-was rising in the east, their combined light reflecting brilliantly off the river. Nocturnal birds whoo'd and chirped in the trees. She could smell the sweat of her opponent, pungent and musky, mingled with the scent of his blood.

While she waited for him to make his next move, he did something totally unexpected. He straightened up, backed away and tossed his knife into the grass. Her confusion showed on her face.

"I said before I don't intend to kill you."

"I guess that's your weakness, then."

He laughed. "No, but I thought I would throw down my weapon. Even the odds for you a little bit."

The Hunter gritted her teeth, furious. No one had ever talked to her like that! She'd had enough of his insults. She threw her knife aside; she was not afraid of hand-to-hand combat. They faced each other, unarmed. The Deshan was larger than her but that meant nothing. She was not intimidated but she would not attack first.

Then, with blinding quickness, he dashed forward and grabbed her arms. She crouched and twisted, using his size and momentum against him, throwing him off balance and flipping him onto his shoulder. He rolled, got to his feet and sprang at her again, this time getting his arms around her waist. She captured his neck in the crook of her arm and applied pressure, cutting of his air supply. He lowered one arm and grabbed her leg, toppling them both onto the ground.




The Hunt



She continued to choke him as they wrestled, registering faintly the feel of his muscles under his skin. After a moment she realized he was not attempting to injure her or overpower her. At the same time, her exertions were causing little to no effect. After a moment she loosened her grip. He slipped his neck out of her hold and pressed both of her shoulders into the ground firmly, squeezing them almost imperceptibly before moving away and getting back to his feet.

Moving with feline-like speed, she jumped at him, turned in mid-air and kicked him in the chest. He fell heavily on his back and she pounced on top of him, legs straddling his waist, hands at his throat. At this point she would have taken his life but she'd thrown her knife away and, looking into his face she knew that she didn't want to kill him. Plus, it was too easy. He wasn't even putting up a decent fight. Placing his hands on her ribcage, he tossed her off him and they both retreated from one another.

The Hunter rose, not taking her eyes off him. Her mind was racing. He did not intend to kill her, only brand her, yet even that plan seemed to have been forgotten. He now seemed content to simply wrestle with her. And she no longer felt any desire to take his life. The crook of her arm tingled where his sweat had rubbed off on her skin. She resisted the urge to sniff at it, or worse, lick it. Her breath was coming in short pants and her palms were itchy.

The Deshan stood there, waiting. The slight smirk had returned to his face. She wanted him to attack her again but he wouldn't. She would have to initiate the contact. She moved forward, aiming a blow to his stomach, knowing he would counter with a deflective turn and a pin of her arm. As he clutched her wrist, she sank her nails into the skin of his chest, drawing blood. He grunted and placed his hand on her chest, mimicking her, although his nails did not penetrate the fabric of her vest or break her skin. Neither of them moved.

The pressure on her breast was painful but overshadowed by a growing ache between her legs. She realized dully that she was sexually aroused. The sensation was strange, almost unfamiliar, suppressed for so long.

Finally she understood. The stalking, the chase, the sparing had all been his form of foreplay. He released her breast and pulled her hand away from his chest. Her fingernails shone red in the moonlight with his blood. She tried to back away from him, the sudden rush of primal desire too unsettling. He tightened his grip on her wrist and grabbed at the leather straps holding together her vest. He yanked, pulling them apart, bearing her breasts.

They both stood there, frozen, blinking at one another. A moment later, he reached out, grasping her belt. He undid it and dropped it at her feet. He then began reaching for her pants, intending to pull them down. The Hunter resolved that she would not let this man dominate her; take her on the river bank. She pushed his hand away roughly and yanked his arm downward, throwing him off balance. He grabbed her by the shoulder and they fell to the ground, her on top of him. He clutched her arm and tried to roll on top of her. She resisted but he used his full strength-for the first time the entire encounter-and she was thrown onto her back.

He retrieved his knife from the ground and approached her. She inhaled sharply as he slid the knife down the front of her pants, its cool blade burrowing through her pubic hairs. He let the tip of the blade rest against her clitoris for an excruciating second then, with one fluid movement, cut through the leather of her pants from her waist to the bottom of her left leg, revealing the dark triangle of her vagina.

Placing the knife to one side, he climbed on top of her. Growling, she dug her fingernails into his flanks. He hissed through his teeth and ground his hips into hers. She grabbed his biceps and shoved him onto his back, mounting him. She could feel his erection pressing against her, large and urgent. Grunting, she clawed at his belt, undoing the brass buckle and pulling his pants down around his knees. She took his throbbing penis in her hand and hovered over it for only a second before bringing her hips down, plunging it deep inside her.

The Deshan groaned and rocked his hips, pressing even further into her. Moaning, she leaned forward and took his bottom lip into her mouth, biting it until she tasted blood. He buried his hands into the braids of her hair and pulled them roughly. She quickened her rhythm, luxuriating in the feelings their union was generating. For so long she'd experienced only the maddening Pain or the narcotized stupor of the keurache. This old and sorely missed sensation was welcome.

She sat up and let her fingers trace the muscles of his chest and stomach, her hips settling into a steady grinding motion. The Deshan pushed himself up on his elbows and found her left nipple with his mouth. He let his tongue twirl around it, wetting it, then pulled away, watching as it hardened in the night breeze. Then he leaned forward again and bit it harshly. She gasped and gritted her teeth as the pain shot through her. She grabbed his bald head and dug her nails into his scalp which caused him to bite down harder. She quickened her humping, pulled his face away and pressed it into her other breast where he repeated his licking and biting method. She cried out, her senses overloaded by the mixture of pain, pleasure, and keurache.

The Deshan attempted again to flip her over onto her back and this time she let him. He plunged himself deep inside her and put his hands around her throat. She sank her nails into his flanks again, drawing more blood. He gritted his teeth and groaned, squeezing his hands tighter and cutting off her air supply. She wrapped her legs around him and clamped him between her thighs until he yelled in agony. He pulled out and sat back on his haunches, his penis glistening wet and swaying back and forth. He was gasping for breath, sweating profusely and bleeding from several spots. She found the smell of it all nearly overpowering. She shifted on her back and opened her legs wider, inviting him. He fell on top of her and she helped guide him back inside her. She matched him stroke for stroke, licking the sweat and blood off his skin, the mingled flavors of copper and salt exciting her even further.

Soon she began to feel the build up of her climax and urged him to quicken his thrusts. Her orgasm started in her center then washed over her. She began to buck underneath him, her juices spilling over and running out onto the grass. He kept his momentum for a few more moments then rolled her over onto her stomach. She pressed her face into the grass and raised her behind in the air. The Deshan entered her again and began to stoke her with doubled vigor, tracing his fingers across the scars on her lower back. She moaned and dug her fingers into the earth, pushing into him to meet his thrusts. Soon, she felt him beginning to get even harder inside her and his tempo increased. "Arrgh!" He threw his head back as his orgasm exploded inside her. She clenched her muscles, milking him. She shuddered as some of his seed spilled out and ran over her clitoris before dripping into the grass.

Panting and heart racing, the Hunter let her hips sink to the ground. The Deshan pulled out and fell on top of her, breathing heavily. He rubbed her shoulder lightly with his left hand and kissed the back of her neck; the first tender touch that they had shared. She sighed and closed her eyes, still riding the wave of the high the keurache had delivered. Her head actually began to spin and she struggled to regain her senses. Vaguely, she noticed the Deshan had moved and was doing something with his hands. Too late it occurred to her what he was about to do. She screamed as the hot poker was pressed against her right shoulder blade.

Fury welled up in her and she threw the Deshan off. He tumbled in the grass, almost falling into the water. He'd dropped the poker and it sat in the grass, its head still glowing red, pieces of her burned flesh stuck to it. She saw her knife laying in the grass a few feet away but made no move for it. She was going to tear his heart out with her bare hands! Screaming she flung herself at him. The Deshan spun away from her and retreated up the bank, pulling his pants up as he fled. The Hunter dove at his knees and tackled him. He pulled one leg free and kicked her in the face. She didn't even register the blow. He kicked her again and managed to get free, crab walking a few feet before turning to face her. She was crouched, preparing to spring.

"I told you I'd mark you," he said, that faint smirk returning to his lips.

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"Maybe. . . But not today."

The Hunter launched herself at him, teeth bared. She intended to bite through his jugular then rip his chest open and pry away at his ribcage until she could pull his heart out. But when she landed her fingers and teeth found nothing. He'd managed to employ one of his tricks and in the blink of an eye the Deshan had vanished. Where he'd been just a second before was nothing but the pungent smell of his sweat. The grass in the footprints of his boots was already springing back to form.

She looked around frantically but she was alone on the riverbank. Rage boiled up in her to the point of insanity. Howling, she tore tufts of grass from the ground and pounded the dirt with her fists. The pain from the brand helped to send her into a frenzy. She stopped when she realized she'd torn two fingernails off her hand. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. In the trees, birds chirped and rustled loudly, unnerved by her shouts. She stood up and turned to look at the river. Both moons were now shining brilliantly down on the water. She walked toward it.

After a couple of steps she noticed the poker and bent to pick it up. It was still hot to the touch and smelled unpleasantly of her own smoldering skin. She had no idea what the glyph that was now permanently burned onto her back meant, but she would find out. Then she would find out the identity of the Deshan wizard and discover if he truly was one of the last of his tribe. If so, his tribe was doomed. A new Hunt was about to begin and may the gods help her prey.

She felt the Deshan's seed trickling down from between her legs. Absently, she dipped her fingers in it and tasted them. His scent, the taste of his blood, sweat and semen, were all stamped in her memory. She would taste his blood again soon. And she would feel his heart beat its last while clutched in her fist. The Hunter dropped the poker in the grass and waded into the water.

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The Hunt



She made her way through the woods, circling to get upwind of the crossing at the stream, then making her way down to it again. Eyes wandered, scanning the brush, the ground, watching each step as she went. She wasn't trying to be silent, but it wasn't in her to crash through the woods, either, so she moved easily, steadily. She smiled as she neared the stream, seeing the tracks, and then some droppings, telling her the buck was right on time, ahead of her.

Now it was just a matter of keeping him moving, and worried about her behind him, not what was in front of him. They'd scouted his route yesterday, carefully crossing the trail here and there, not following it. They didn't want the big elk changing his habits from too much of their scent on his path. She moved on, slow and steady, knowing the breeze would take her scent ahead of her, not wanting to get close enough to spook him.

It shouldn't be long. They'd chosen a small clearing not too far from the road, and uphill from it. The morning breeze was with them, and her scent should distract the buck from anything downwind and in front of him...like Nick. If all went well, she would be hearing a shot...yes. The crack of the 30.06 echoed through the dawn forest. She waited a moment. Silence.

She smiled and continued down the game trail. Good. One shot was a good sign, she hoped. She wanted Nick to be pleased. She smiled to herself. Things were so much better when Nick was pleased. She felt a tightening low in her belly at the thought and knew there was a damp patch between her legs. There often was, since he'd come out for this hunting trip.

She came out of the trees at the edge of the clearing, and after a moment spotted his orange vest over the embankment at the far side as he stood and moved around something on the ground. She hurried over to him and he looked up and smiled. "Well done sweetness, you sent him right to me."

She looked down at the big buck elk on the ground. Nick had hauled him head down on the slope and was letting him bleed out. The shot had taken him just behind the foreleg, right through the heart. Perfect, no running panic to sour the meat. "Beautiful shot, Nick. He'll be good and sweet." She set down her rifle carefully and bent to help him pull the offal before they skidded him down the hillside.

Between the two of them they managed to heave the carcass in the back of the truck. She grabbed the wet cloths from the cab and handed him a few, wiping down her arms and hands. She was not quite done when she felt his hands slide around her from behind and open her belt. She smiled and shivered as he pressed against her ass, pushing her hard against the front fender of the truck.

"You were my good little hunting bitch today." His low voice in her ear gave her more chills than his hands and the cold late fall weather did. Those hands moved up, ripping her shirt from her pants and ripping it open, some of the buttons on the flannel giving, others flying away as he dragged it from her shoulders. She gasped in the icy air, and sucked in a shuddering breath as he shoved her over the cold metal of the truck. It wasn't quite cold enough to freeze her skin to it, but it felt like frozen fire on her bare breasts.

"Nick..." she didn't dare say more as he ground her hips into the fender, hand between her shoulder blades holding her down.

"You like it bitch, my sweet bitch, take it..." he ground her hard once more into the fender, his cock feeling huge against her ass through all the layers of clothes. Then he pulled back and pushed his hand in front of her, pulling her belt loose and her pants open. His fingers slipped inside to gently smooth over her mound, easing her lips open, teasing her until she moaned. The gentle touch on her pussy a sharp contrast to his rough hand on her back, pushing her down to the truck.

She moaned and pushed back against him. "Yessss...Nick, oh that feels so good." She knew better than to complain about the cold, besides, this was what excited her about him. He took her places, and in places that nobody else would. SLAP! His hand hit her ass making her arch her back and yelp.

"No, no, no...you're wearing too much padding my hot little bitch." He yanked her pants down, pulling them down to her boots, crouching behind her he slapped her ass again, hard, burning in the sparkling cold air. Then his lips and tongue were between her legs, warm, so warm, tasting her wetness. "Mmm, you're so hot, my bitch, my bitch in heat." He licked her, burying his face in her as she moaned and pushed back on him. Oh, the way he made her feel was insane. She never thought she'd let a man treat her this way, but she stood in the chill morning air and loved it.

"Please Nick, please, fuck me, please give me your cock, please." She heard herself beg him and smiled, pressing her pussy back on his licking tongue, burning for more, her breasts aching on the cold metal of the truck.

"You want my cock sweetness? Want me in this sweet pussy? Whose pussy is it bitch? Whose pussy? Tell me who you belong to." He licked her hard again, tongue so hot, stroking her clit and pushing inside her, the cold air hitting her whenever he moved, then his tongue hot again, driving her mad with wanting more.

"Your bitch Nick, it's your pussy Nick, you know it is, please baby fuck me. Fuck your pussy Nick, it's ready for you, please Nick fuck your bitch..." She talked on and on, a litany of begging and giving herself, sinking into the desire and the burning heat he raised in her, letting go of all other concerns as she could never otherwise do. So sweet to give in to him, so good the way he took her, took her away from herself. SLAP! She arched against the sweet sharp pain on her pale cheeks. SLAP! as he stood behind her and listened to her cries in the still dawn forest.

SLAP and his cock was at her slick lips, sliding through them, rubbing her clit, mixing her juices and his precum. "You want this cock my sweet bitch? Stick your ass in the air for me, that's right sweetness. Such a good bitch you are, my fierce hunting bitch. Let me hear you howl. Howl for your master, bitch." SLAP and she moaned and cried out and it was so close to a howl as he SLAPPED her again. Her back arched, her ass as high as she could raise it, on her toes in the heavy boots, legs spread as far as the pants would let her around her ankles.

He slid into her, stretching her, filling her pussy, driving slowly deeper into her. He was so big, she'd never seen a cock like that in real life before and she loved taking it, stretching for him, groaning as he pushed it inside her. He slapped her again and she howled, and talked to him, moaning, "Yeessss, fuck me Nick, fuck your bitch, your pussy Nick, fuck your pussy Nick, ohhhh fuck yes..."

"Oh my god..." the strange voice froze her for a second, then she slowly turned her head. They stood there, in the middle of the road, another hunting party. Her face burned red and her mind froze with her body. She had no idea what to do, or even what to think. The four men and two women stood there, frozen as well, staring at her bent naked in the winter morning over her truck.

Nick scared a shriek from her as he slapped her ass and drove forward in her. "That's a good bitch, show the people how you like being my bitch." She looked over her shoulder at him, incredulous, and he grinned at her and pulled back to drive into her again. Oh gods it felt good and suddenly she didn't care at all.

"Yesss! Ohh fuck yes! Your bitch, Nick, fuck me!" She shuddered and pushed back at him, face still turned toward these people watching her take all of him. Her eyes rolled back as he drove into her, slapping her flaming red ass again. She moaned loud, howling for him as his hips met her burning cheeks. Her eyes opened again and she saw the women's wide eyes, the men licking their lips, mouths open, eyes glued to her. One man in back was stroking the bulge in his jeans and she smiled, moaning, feeling the wave roll through her.

"Tell them how you like it. Tell them who you belong to, bitch." He shoved forward in her and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back hard while pressing his fist down between her shoulders grinding her breasts back into the cold metal of the truck. He was fucking her hard now, pulling back to the head and slamming forward, filling her until she felt he would rip her apart.

"Oh gods, oh yes, your bitch, I'm your bitch Nick," he slapped her and she screamed it, "I'm his bitch, Nick's bitch, nobody else's, oh fuck yes Nick!" She screamed and writhed as the orgasm rolled through her, her body twisting and thrusting, reaching for more, tightening around him in spite of how far he stretched her. She screamed and moaned and didn't care as they watched him take her.

"Mmm...good bitch, sweet bitch, that's it, cum all over my cock, cum all over your Master's hard cock." He pounded in her, fast and hard, groaning himself, hand hard on her hip as he drove himself. Then he tensed too, thrusting into her and swelling, pulsing inside, filling her with the heat of his cum, driving into her again and again until she felt it running down her leg.

"Oh gods Nick yes, cum for me, give it to me, yes, fill your bitch." She moaned low, shuddering, shivering as his arms slipped around her, laying warm over her back, his thick hunting clothes rough against her bare pale cold skin and so good. He pulled her up to stand against him, wrapping warm arms around her.

His voice was in her ear, gasping a little, breathless. "I love fucking you, my sweet bitch. You are so good, so hot. They loved it you know, watching my hunting bitch take it. Look at them."

Her eyes opened, remembering suddenly and she looked at the shocked lust on the faces of the people watching her, One woman's face closed in denial, and it made her smile. There was no denying this. She gave herself to him willingly and she let them see it as she smiled at them, sated as never before in her life by this man she called Master. She stood nude in his arms, his cock still inside her as the woman grabbed a man's arm and started dragging him down the road, angling to pass wide around her and her lover.

The others startled, nervous little laughs breaking from them as they moved, following the first couple. One man went only reluctantly, his eyes still glued to her, his hand rubbing his crotch until one of the others shoved him forward. He grinned at her and went, closing his coat over his raging erection, his hand deep in his pocket. She grinned back, secure in Nick's arms, watching as they moved on their way. She grinned wider as one of the women looked back, more than once, and wagered to herself that it would be an interesting night wherever they stayed tonight.



The Hunt



Claude drove nervously over the dirt roads. The drive wasn't particularly hazardous, Claude was just on edge. His passenger, Ryan Skirret, carried a gun. In fact Skirret was a proficient marksman and a famous hunter.

"These roads were much better before the volcano, back then we got plenty of money from the tourists and could afford repairs." Claude hoped Skirret didn't hear the nervousness in his voice. He hated misleading people, especially those with guns, but the situation was desperate.

"How far are we from the volcano," Skirret asked.

"We are still many miles away from it. All the people and the animals fled to the north half of the island when it erupted. None has dared to return."

"The eruption was two years ago," the hunter said scratching his beard. "No one has tried to return?"

"No one and no thing. You see it is still very active. In fact we heard some rumbling just this morning. We live too far away from the volcano for it to be a danger to us, but we still get frightened. And the animals just go crazy."

"Speaking of animals, now that I have come all this way in search of this great hunt of yours, will you tell me of the beast I am hunting? Is it some mountain lion or panther run out of the jungle by the volcano?"

Claude could see the intensity in Skirret's eyes as he spoke. They were deep brown, almost the same color as the wood stock on his gun. Claude felt Skirret's stare, like crosshairs tickling his neck. "It won't be long now, I will take you to the face of the cliff and let you take a look. We can then head for the camp."

Claude calmed himself. He felt the longer he could avoid the truth with Skirret the better everything would be. The situation was truly desperate. The animals were entering the towns and villages at night foraging for food. They would enter people's gardens, damage property, and soon they could be hurting people. Claude tried everything, contacted everyone he could think of, but the problem seemed unsolvable. This was his last chance.

"Just around this bend," Claude said as he pulled his shirt collar from the sweaty folds of his neck. "There is the cliff now." He stopped the truck.

The tall granite cliff rose up nearly seven stories. Narrow paths terraced along the face provided a precarious means of scaling the face. Small trees and bushes jutted strangely from the rocks. All along the cliff there was movement. Skirret pulled out his rifle so he could get a closer look through the scope. He zoomed in on the nearest animal.

"Only a donkey," he said as he focused the scope on another area of movement. "Another donkey. They seem pretty calm, there must not be any predators about." He continued surveying the cliff face.

"No predators? Well perhaps one," Claude said.

Skirret lowered his rifle. His brow twitched as he focused on Claude. "Where is the predator?"

Claude felt a bead of sweat begin a meandering trek down his forehead. "You, Mr. Skirret are the predator."

"Son of a..." Skirret slammed his fist on the truck, "I should hunt you. Bring me all the way here to hunt donkeys."

"Please, let me explain."

"Explain hell, you want me to hunt pets, stock animals."

"These are no pets, not common stock animals, they are wild. As the farms shut down on the island, and the people came into the towns to work, they released the donkeys. Without predators, the donkeys multiplied. Now with the volcano there is not enough land for the people and the donkeys."

"But you don't have to hunt them. Why don't you give them away."

"They are wild, you can't just herd them up, not in this terrain. And no one wants them. Some university in America wanted fifteen, but they didn't want to pay for the shipping. I told them if I had to pay they needed to take a hundred. They don't want them now."

"But why me? Why not just get together a bunch of locals and hunt the donkeys?"

"Don't you see? If you hunt them, others will want to. We will bring back some tourist and solve the problem with the donkeys." Claude was not as nervous, at least Skirret was looking for solutions, not considering skinning him alive.

"Look, I'm not gonna shoot these animals, and forget the camp, just take me back to the hotel."

Claude quietly got back in the truck and headed back towards town. He and Skirret said very little heading back to the hotel. Claude could see the twitch in Skirret's brow whenever he looked his way. Arriving at the hotel, Claude walked with Skirret though the open courtyard. He could see Skirret noticing the general disarray, the plants torn and tattered.

"I am sorry to have misled you, the situation here is desperate."

"Oh come on, they are just farm animals, what threat can they be?"

Claude felt a bead of sweat form on his brow as he nodded towards Skirret's foot.

"Son of a..."

Claude could see the twitching in Skirret's brow as he turned towards his truck. Depressed, he slowly opened the door and then felt a rumbling. Looking towards the south he thought: "Volcano, wild animals, rugged terrain, I wonder if the Disney People would be interested."

He drove slowly to his house, curving around several donkeys on their nightly trip towards the town. He began to concoct an adventurous history that included volcanoes, wild donkeys, and lush foliage requiring plenty of fertilizer. "Yes, perhaps something for the Disney People," he said to himself as he stepped out of his truck. 

"I hate to mislead them," he thought, looking down at his shoe, "but the situation is desperate." He wiped off his shoe and walked inside. 



The Hunt



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The brightest light in the room was the glint of my Reichter .45 revolver. I know that is how it seemed for Thedrick. He was squinting to avoid the glare of it, which I was keeping on his left eye. He really shouldn't have been moving it was starting to annoy me. I let him know by starting to wriggle my itching trigger finger. He knew what it could do, and he knew I would have no problem staining my custom tailored electric blue Armani suit red with blood. Brain matter gray wouldn't bother me too much either as his partner had found out not long ago.

"Now once more. Please let this be simple. I'm getting really shall we say perturbed right now." Thedrick looked up at me with a fear I hadn't tasted in nearly a decade. I felt it pass through my veins like a wondrous drug and momentarily I forgot my goal. I was brought back by the sound of his nails scraping the wood chair. "I don't have all of eternity. Ok so I do but I would rather not spend it all with you. I've been to Hell but being in a room with you runs a close second. Now if you don't want me to start revisiting horrors on you will answer my question. Where is she?"

"I don't know who you're talking about!" Thedrick screamed. I hadn't even taken my true form yet, I must have a firmer understanding of human terror than I had suspected. Now I wished I hadn't gotten him quite so worked up, he wasn't thinking.

"You do know her." I walked over to the table and picked up a picture. It was of a young girl with blondish hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had eyes that could only be described as startling brown, even in the picture they were enough to distract from her smile and her body. "Now where is she?" His eyes had started lower on the picture, with her thighs, in this picture only covered by a pair of fishnets and a brief black skirt. I think he was fixated on her breasts spilling out from beneath her black half shirt bearing the insignia of Bete Noir.

"I don't know! I swear!" Thedrick was staring at her breasts I realized. He was trying to remember where he had seen that insignia, a hooded serpent coiling a distinctly feminine form all done in red. He did, he was lying to me.

"Thedrick. I'm tired. I need this girl but she needs me worse." I took a deep breath and put the picture down. I wish I knew her name; it would make it easier to keep him from lying to me. As it was I only had this image to work from. I walked to the table and picked up a dagger. I smiled as I looked at the wicked curve of the blade. I could still remember the first time that I had held the blade. 

Thedrick saw the blade and instantly he thought I had decided to kill him. I shook my head slowly, I knew it wouldn't calm him any but it wasn't his time to die yet. I still hoped I wouldn't have to kill him. I set my gun down on his lap, facing his stomach encase it were to go off. Then I took the dagger and drove it into his shoulder stopping when I felt the blade rest against solid bone. "Who is she!?"

"Sara!" Thedrick screamed like a woman. It was fortunate for him I had tied him well, the way he was wriggling he would had hurt himself more than he was already hurt.

"Where can I find her?" I held the blade perfectly still for the moment.  I was glad I hadn't had to resort to more drastic measures. I was fully prepared to carve his heart out and I think I could make him survive the experience, for a few hours at least.

"She's a groupie." He hissed with pain. He wasn't screaming anymore; every little thing is a blessing. "Follows Bete Noir all around the country!" 

"What the fuck Thed?" I tore the blade from his shoulder and wiped the blood clean on his cheek smearing the blood there. "Why did this have to be so fucking painful?" I picked up my revolver and then caught a scent. A moment later I recognized the smell as urine. That nasty little boy. "And you pissed yourself. Bravo, motherfucking spectacular!" I roared. I didn't realize how much I scared him until I felt it crash against me again in a single euphoric rush. "Wow." I blinked blind with bliss and waiting for the sensation to pass. 

When it passed I walked to him and cut the ropes that held him down. Thedrick looked at me but he didn't move. I hadn't noticed before but he was a big guy. I guess he weighed around two hundred forty pounds and most of it was muscle. His hair cut suggested military of some kind and so did the dog tags hanging around his neck. I took a step back then I put the dagger down on the table and reached out to touch his shoulder. 

The slit in his shoulder had been a clean one. Thedrick wasn't bleeding nearly as bad as he could have been, particularly if I had intended for him to die. I didn't want him to die though; even without attention it wasn't likely to kill him. I reached out and grabbed Thedrick's shoulder firmly pressing down on the wound. He reached up and gripped my wrist trying his best to pull me off but his strength was nothing compared to my own and I wouldn't be moved. 

For no reason I can think of now or understood then I healed him. It was probably worse than the wound itself. I know his fear spiked to new heights as he felt my power entering his wound. It felt like ice water in his veins, so cold it burned him from within instead of chilling him. The wound was closing quickly though and when I released him it had vanished entirely. "Go." Thedrick reached up and stuck his fingers through the hole in his shirt to feel where I had stabbed him. There was nothing left to prove it had been real, no scar or scab but a few drops of dried blood were smeared on his shoulder trailing down to his nipple and from there to his naval.

Thedrick's terror was beginning to mingle with something else; I believe the feeling would best be described as awe. I walked out of the room leaving Thedrick to his thoughts. He had helped me more than I had expected. I left the man's apartment and gently shut the door. I didn't want anybody disturbing Thedrick until morning. The death of . . it hadn't occurred to me that I hadn't known what relation the two men had shared until that moment. It wasn't important but for the moment it nagged at my mind.

"Sara." I said to myself tasting the name as I skipped down the stairs in twos and threes. "So that is what she is calling herself." Last time I had been this close she had used the name Bella. I guessed she probably changed her name on a regular basis. It didn't matter. I knew her real name.

Sara's real name was Elimina. I don't think she knew this though, most humans never learn their real names. Each time a person is born an angel is present to witness the event. The first word they utter after a person's birth is their true name, the way they are inscribed in The Book of Life. It is under that name that all their deeds are recorded. Her name wasn't in The Book any longer. It had been stricken the moment she had taken my hand all those years ago.

I hadn't realized how lost I was in my own thought until I stumbled missing the edge of a curb. I was in Sunridge California at the corner of Crandall and Becks. Thedrick's apartment was probably better than a mile behind me now. "Sara." I said again. I wondered if she could feel me at this distance, if she knew instinctively where I was. Then I stopped thinking about her at all and looked down the streets.

The sun had barely gone down over the hills and a pleasant breeze was warming the valley and keeping the people from retreating to their homes. The first stars had appeared, twinkling while they could without competition from the streetlights. A half moon helped them adorn the night but soon it would be one of the few survivors of the flood of light mankind could produce. I always smile when I think of the victories mankind holds over God. They don't even realize the things they've done, the accomplishments they can claim. 

I desperately wanted someone to talk to but I was paying no attention to the faces streaming past me on little errands. I knew little of who they were or why they were and I didn't care. I just continued to blindly walk down the streets taking random turns along the way. I didn't know where I was going, if I was being led or if I was just wandering and I couldn't bring myself to care. I was only thinking of her. I had to have her but first I had to find something to sooth my screaming nerves. 

When had I seen her last? It was some time in the last century I was sure of it. I had been present when she died. I remembered that as well but where had it been. Nineteen twenty something. I had been stuck in America, a little shit of a town called Thicket Creek in Texas. I can't stand the South and Texas, any place where the humans are accustomed to breeding in their own ranks is not on my list of places to visit. She had been a dancer in that life, today it seems funny that she would go out in public dressed like that or looking like that. 

I knew I had been guided when I looked up and saw the sign under which I stood. Arachne's Web. I had found my way to the local strip club, I let a smile curl my lips and slowly I breathed in hoping to catch the scent of the place. 

"Hey bud, no loitering. Cover is twenty." A man said. He was huge; if my strength were measured by size I would have been terrified of the man. Dressed in a black suit he still had shades on even though now the sun was long distant on its worldwide journey. Three rings adorned each meaty hand matching the glimmer of his two golden teeth. I turned toward him slowly sizing him up. I took a step toward him reaching into inner pocket of my coat. He didn't move and I drew out a folded twenty holding it up in front of his nose. "ID?" He grunted. I hated being asked for ID. In the entire world of ignorance that was something I couldn't accept, a human who had seen less sun rises than I had solar eclipses asking me to prove my age. I looked up at him and produced the card in one hand. "Ok Mr. Samael." The man said and took the bill from my hand. Then he cocked his head to one side urging me to pass.

I wanted nothing more than to tear his head from his shoulders right then. I might have had I not sensed his power suddenly. "I don't want no trouble." The man said moving slightly to one side this time. I wonder if he knew who I was then. I doubt it but it doesn't matter anyway. I turned away from him and stepped into the club.

Humans are amazing creatures and within these walls they had created something so dazzling it took my senses a moment to completely process what was happening around me. A violent storm of lights raged around me, red, blue, yellow, purple, pink, white, no pattern no reason but too titillate. I watched my blue suit glow a blue violet beneath one of the lights then saw the effect around the entire room. A mirror ball hung in the center of Arachne's Web and it was that spot that her threads covered the room with wires to support those flashing lights. At either end of the club was a stage with a pole and a girl. 

The music filling the room was a physical beast alive and moving in the crowd. I felt it thudding in my bones the moment I entered the room moving around me, over me and through me as it alternated from one speaker to the next and the next. The place felt alive even without the heavily crowded dance floor shared by strippers and patrons alike. 

The feelings screaming in and out of this place was a cornucopia of itself. Mostly I felt the happiness and lust inherit to such places. It was underlain with guilt though. Even as I breathed in the new power that negativity gave me I pitied that humans felt so bad about enjoying themselves. Pockets of confusion, jealousy and even anger could be found in small samplings scattered here and there but the overlying flavor was ecstasy. To a human it would best be described as an orgy in orgasm. It wasn't of course but it was the spiritual equivalent, screaming and blind beyond any thoughts.

I had to stop on the threshold for a moment taking it all in. When I did gather myself I walked to the bar and took a seat. The bar had been constructed entirely of hollowed glass and hundreds of spiders were housed within. Whether by sorcery or technology, real spiders or just images I couldn't tell but the effect was magnificent. Nearly as effective as dressing the tendress in a transparent body suit of black spider web design. The only parts of her body covered were her nipples and her crotch both by red hourglasses. "Rum n Coke." I answered before she could speak. She nodded and turned away.

My eyes wandered quickly down her backside as she stepped away she was well formed. If I say nothing else positive about God the entire time I exist on His planet it is this, he is an incredible artist. I don't think I could have designed woman better and that is saying a lot. It really is too bad he makes them in a plus size. When she returned with my drink I assessed her again, looking slowly over her shapely thighs then her firm stomach and pausing on her ample breast. "Three dollars." She said as she handed me my drink. I searched my pocket for the funds as I searched my mind for the term. Butterface. I thought as I handed her the bills. That was the term I had heard used for these kinds of women. She would be perfect "but her" face ruined it. It wouldn't be so bad if she'd stop smiling, if I could floss with a jump rope I wouldn't smile, particularly not a lopsided giant grin that seemed to unite her ears with two rows of teeth.

I turned away from her and tipped the drink to my lips instantly grimacing. I envy humans many things but their cuisine was not on the list. I kept the slag in one hand waiting for her to arrive. That was why I had come here tonight; it was because Lilli would be performing tonight. 

Even as the thought entered my mind the dance floor started to clear. At first it was ones and twos returning to their seats, then small swarms as the song ended and no other began. The lights too began to dim to just a shadow of their former chaos, until only the black light remained filling the room with an odd violet light. The light was low, not enough to blind but enough to discourage movement in most humans in effect confining them to their seats for the treat they were soon to be given. The stages emptied as well though I hadn't noticed it until a spotlight illuminated the stage on the right side of the room.

The music started again slowly, at first just a drumbeat timed perfectly to the rhythm of a beating heart. She came out, slinking on all fours the movement of her hips in time with the drums. She was wrapped in red hooded trench coat keeping all but the slightest hint of her form concealed. The tail peaking from beneath the coat got a few confused murmurs from the crowd. The vocals were next to start, timed between beats and just screams at first joined quickly by a guitar to lead the voices. Stopping at the end of the stage she moved to her feet, still swaying to the beat of the drums but rising to the voices, arms stretched upward. The voices dimmed and the drums faded until both were only a back against which the guitar wailed. "OK!" She shouted in excitement jumping up and throwing her hood back.

Lilli got the gasp from the crowd she had wanted as they caught their first glimpse of the cat girl's face. Sandy blonde hair was pulled back over her shoulders as her soft brown eyes looked around the crowd. Full ears peaking from beneath her hair turned this way and that to listen to the crowd's encouragement. Lilli gripped the front of her coat and tore it open sending a button flying toward the nearest table.

Beneath the coat she had only a bra and panties both of matching light blue lace. Lilli pulled the coat closed quickly and turned from the crowd. Only the first sounds of disappointment had started to leave the crowd when she snaked her arms free of the coat and started inching it down her back. Her flesh was bared inch by inch, timed perfectly with the beat of the music still. A sly smile thrown over her shoulder as she turned to the crowd, now covered by her knee length tresses. 

The song was picking up again, this time with lyrics. It was Bete Noir's new hit song "Delicious Sins." Lilli's arms vanished beneath her hair and a moment later her blue bra came sliding down her arms catching on her wrists. She held still for a moment to the delight of the crowd fighting against the bra as if held fast by it then tearing it in two.  Twirling again till her back was facing the crowd Lilli leaned down slipping her panties down her long legs inch by inch then stepping out of them. She lifted the brief cloth on her toe lifting her leg till her knee was nearly pressed to her cheek giving everyone a glance at her sex. A flick of her ankle and her lace panties fluttered to the floor just short of the nearest table.

Lilli returned to all fours as the chorus echoed around the club. She made her way to the front of the stage then crawled down off the stage. Lilli's tail was lashing quickly back and forth allowing brief glimpses of her rounded bottom to the crowd. She looked slowly around the club to each of the tables with a sultry smile crossing her lips. Lowering her head to the ground the cat girl took her panties in her mouth and crawled to a table where a man sat with his date.

"Mrow?" She managed around her panties placing her arms on the woman's lap and playfully nuzzling her breast. The woman blushed as red as the dress she wore but seemed frozen in place. Lilli dropped her panties in the man's lap. Climbing up a little farther Lilli rolled onto her back, her thighs on the woman's lap and her back in the man's. Her tail wrapped around her waist to play with the woman's hair. "Want to pet the kitty?" She asked with a slight canting of her head and a motion lower to her bared crotch. When the man hesitated Lilli took his date by the hand and brought it to her crotch rubbing in slow circles. "Mmmmm want to take kitty home?" It was the man's turn to blush nearly matching the woman's hue as he shook his head. "Too bad." She rolled gently off the couple landing on her feet and walking over to another table.

The second table was three men dressed in various combinations of khaki and button shirts casually sipping beers and pretending not to look at Lilli as she approached. She slipped back down to all fours and crawled beneath the table making certain to spread her legs as she lowered herself. Lilli's head ended in the first man's crotch gently nuzzling him to excitement while locking her eyes on his. "You like pussy?" To the crowd the only thing visible was her tail, sticking straight out from beneath the table.

"Oh yeah!" The man responded gripping the table. 

"Why are you holding the table?" Lilli purred and locked her lips around the man's zipper tugging it down. 

"Trying to keep control." The man gasped.

Lilli leaned a little closer to him so the man would feel her hot breath on his cotton boxers. "You should get your hands on pussy." Lilli whispered making certain to lick her lips before rolling away from his grasp and from beneath the table into the splits. 

Standing tall Lilli moved back toward the stage. The music was reaching its end as she crawled back up to the stage gripping the pole with one hand. She jumped and twisted her body upside down gripping the pole with her legs. Lilli ran her fingers through her hair then up to cup her breasts. The song ended and Lilli froze in place, legs wrapped around the pole, back flat against the stage hair hanging free over the edge.

I hadn't moved the entire time Lilli had danced. I still wasn't moving now as she rose up and walked off stage. My drink was half full the ice half melted, untouched throughout the sequence. I rose from my seat with my drink still in hand. The lights and sounds were already excited back to a full maelstrom, girls on either stage by the time I had covered half the distance of the room. I walked through the employee only door and back toward the dressing rooms. 




The Hunt



I entered the only private dressing room in the club and stopped instantly staring at my own reflection. My eyes were still an unnatural shade of yellow, almost golden. Black hair hung freely down to my shoulders streaked two lines of green just short of my ears. I smiled as I looked at myself, when you can shape shift at will you occasionally forget how you look. Over my shoulder I saw Lilli step into the room with her tail wrapped around her middle concealing her breast. "Asylum?"

I turned slightly toward her and nodded swiping my hair behind my ear quickly and looking her over. "How are you?" I asked. I wasn't watching her instead I was staring at her reflection behind my own.

"Master says you're bad." Lilli responded baring her claws and flattening her ears to her head. My eyes flashed slightly, probably red but I didn't notice I just felt the surge. She wasn't frightened of me. I think she was curious; she took a step forward anyway. 

"What else does he say?" I smirked. I didn't know Sean had told his pets to avoid me.

"That if I think of him you'll go away." She said. 

"And you believe that?" I asked trying to keep my face straight. She nodded at first then shook her head when I didn't flee the room. I had to admit it did hurt; her love for her Master was stronger than I had thought. 

"I'm not here to hurt you. Just relax and sit down." Lilli looked at me for a moment then walked past me to the vanity. The first thing she put on was the slender silver collar with her name engraved on it with beautiful script. Then she picked up a cotton robe and wrapped it around herself swishing her tail back and forth as she did. Her claws slipped away but her ears remained flat.

"Why are you here?" She asked sitting down and promptly crossing her legs.

"Just to talk for a minute. Where is Sean?"

"Not telling." Lilli quickly responded looking down at the floor. I realized instantly if I raised my voice she would cower and obey. She would probably also get a beating when she returned for her trouble. Sean really wasn't the most merciful man in the world. I decided I wasn't going to press her too hard. 

"Can you take him a message for me. I need your Master's help." I said. My eyes were now their normal golden shade again. Lilli nodded quickly. "Tell your Master that Asylum said to meet him at the Bacchanal. He can name his price."

"Meet Asylum at the Bacchanal, he can name his price. Got it!" She said with a second nod.

"By the way Lilli you are very beautiful." Her ears perked up instantly at the complement and came with a wave of joy that passed over me like a touch of flame. Despite the pain I smiled at her and walked out of the dressing room leaving the cat girl alone.

I hadn't made it to the door before Lilli ran up behind me and gently gripped my coat tugging gently. "Sir?" I turned around so quickly that she jumped back, more than a little startled. I hadn't realized I was moving that fast, mortals always seemed to perceive things so slowly that even the most gradual thing seemed sudden to them.

"Yes?"

"When?" She said simply. I heard her thoughts quickly and answered her question. When she continued staring at me I remembered that she couldn't communicate that way.

"Friday around nine. I'll be wearing my usual face." I replied then walked out. I'd only taken a single step when I felt her grip my coat again.

Lilli was aroused; I felt it stirring in my own blood as I turned to face her. It was amazing that I'd missed the signs before as I stared down into her feline eyes displaying my own face as she gazed up at me. "Master also says he learned much from you. What did you teach him?" 

With a smile I scooped the beauty into my arms and carried her back into her room. I didn't have to stop and turn, the door shut as I dropped her to the floor. "I taught him everything." I replied crouching down and snatching her chin and pulling her lips to my own. For a moment she resisted, tensing her body, gripping my shoulders tightly. The tips of her claws glided through the blue fabric of my suit and into my flesh but as my tongue expertly wrestled with her own she relaxed. Claws slipped free of my shoulders instead lustily pulling me closer to her warm body. 

The air was cold; I could feel it through the tatters of what had once been my suit. It didn't matter though, not as my fingers sped over the smooth fur of her back past the base of her tail to her rear. She squealed lustily as I squeezed her rump lifting her up to the tips of her toes. "I hope you're not a disappointment Lilli. I would hate to have to tell Sean that his bitch was sub-par."

"Lilli not a bitch." She hissed her eyes narrowing on me. I hadn't expected such a sudden rush; she was very offended by that.

"Hasn't your Master taught you anything?" Before she could turn I had her by the throat slamming back against the vanity shattering the glass. "You're whatever I tell you to be." Using her to knock all her beauty products aside I cleared the table before straddling her chest, my knees pinning her arms down. "Now we are going to play a game." I reached into the remainder of my coat and pulled out my Reichter pressing the cold steel against her forehead and cocking the hammer back. "Open your mouth." 


Her entire body was trembling as she parted her lips for me. She knew what I would do to her, she didn't mind being used. The barrel pressed against her pretty little skull had nearly stopped her heart. "Relax beautiful. As long as you do as Simon says he won't splatter your brains out understand?"

She nodded furiously as tears started to pour from eyes now, leaving dark brown trails over her otherwise golden fur. Eyes were shut and squeezed tight but her ears swiveled toward me as my belt slid out of its loops and my zipper went down. "Don't move." I commanded rising up as pulled my pants down, slipping out one leg at a time. Once I was back over her I lifted my thick seven-inch cock and rested it on her forehead my balls resting inside her open mouth. "Get to work."

I nearly jumped at the first touch of her warm tongue on the underside of my flesh. She knew exactly what she was doing; pulling my sac down into her lips, gently sucking while her tongue spiraled around the bare skin. Tugging, stretching them slightly before releasing them Lilli started to slink lower on my anatomy. Her tongue grazed the base of my balls, flickering back and forth.

"Please Master, let me please you." She purred. Her eyes were hooded with desire matching the swiveling of her hips. I leaned back freeing her pinned arms and she instantly gripped my ass. Careful not to tear my skin she started pulling my cheeks apart and lapping at my ass. Without even thinking about it I tucked the gun back into its holster.

Lilli had to wrap her arms around my waist to keep me from rising up every time she stabbed her tiny tongue into my pucker. Each time earning her a separate gasp of pleasure before she slowly started working her way back upward. First she kissed the underside of my balls, then coated my sac in her saliva before reaching up and stroking my hard shaft. "Please Master, fuck kitty." She wriggled from beneath me to the floor kicking aside a bottle of hairspray and several lipsticks before laying flat on her back.

"Grab your ankles." I commanded and then watched as the lithe girl instead gripped the back of her knees pulling them easily to her shoulders baring her glistening slit. Lilli spread her legs, wider and wider till she looked nearly about to split before she started thrusting her hips upward in invitation. "Master."

Granting her wish I knelt between her legs, gripping her ankles for support as I slid into her cunt. I only pushed the tip into her at first.  Parting her lips and waiting for that look of desperation to cross her face before plunging the rest into her. I could hear my flesh impacting against the soft fur of her thighs and continual slurping noise of her puss trying to tighten its grip on me. Lilli slowly let go of her calves moving one hand to toy with her nipple, the other reaching up and gripping the back of head yanking me suddenly downward for a fierce kiss.

When she thrust her tongue into my mouth my eyes shot open in surprise the only sign of surprise as her lips drown out what would have been a scream of ecstasy. Her hips were meeting mine thrust after thrust, our tongues twirling in imitation of our lower union. Her hands were again exploring my back, speeding over my smooth skin nearly down to my back before raking her claws gently upward.

I didn't even notice when she drew blood, it didn't hit me until the sweet coppery scent assaulted my nostrils. "Bad girl. You know what I like most of all?" I growled lustily. The familiar rush started flowing through my frame as I got closer and closer to my climax. Intentionally slowing down, drawing out the moment I locked my golden gaze on the catgirl and grinned.

She knew what that look meant, she'd probably seen it before in her true Master. It sent a sudden rush of fright and excitement through her body. She shook her head slowly; careful to keep her eyes locked on mine. When she found her voice it was a soft timid, "No Master, I don't know what you like most of all."

"Good." I reached down with one hand and clamped it tightly around her throat cutting off her air as I started thrusting as fast as I could inside her. Her entire body went into convulsions, cumming, gasping, squirming at the same time beneath me. Lilli didn't claw me; she didn't dare hurt me instead digging her claws into her own palms as she coughed. I watched her eyes flutter and begin to roll back in her head before I released her. Her body snapped upright, legs and arms wrapped around me holding me against her body. The muscles of her cunny squeezed and massaged my shaft expertly drawing every last drop of my seed into her before she lay back.

"Master didn't lie." She whispered her voice glazed with satisfaction. As I pulled free she rolled to her hands and knees stretching her slender body and giving me a great view of her slit. My cum dribbled down onto her thighs as she twisted popping her vertebrae one by one then repeating the process in the other direction. Still on her hands and knees she turned back to face me. "Master will be clean." The catgirl opened her mouth and engulfed my slime-coated cock in a single motion. Her tongue moved this way and that, scrubbing the underside with her slick tongue until every drop of our juices had been devoured. "Yummy." Sitting back on her haunches and licking her lips she purred again. "Kitty does love her milk."

With a quick shake of the head I pulled on what remained of my clothing. "Make sure your Master gets my message. It is a very important matter." Lilli nodded rising gracefully to her feet. 

"Kitty needs a shower before her next dance." She didn't say anything else as she walked from the room. I knew she wouldn't be coming back, didn't

I walked back into the chaotic din of the main room slowly. It was almost the same as I left it, that same feeling wafting around in the air so thick it amazed me that the humans couldn't feel it. That is just the nature of having extra senses though, it's impossible to comprehend that others don't see, taste, feel and smell exactly the same way you do.

I walked through the dance floor watching the crowd part before my will and let me out onto the open streets. The bouncer from the door eyed me as we passed in the hall but held his tongue. Lucky for him, I was planning on tearing it out.



The Hunt: An Alley Whore



Thanks for the strong response. I really do appreciate everything you do for me. It gives me something to look forward too. Please keep up the strong responses! 

The night had grown cold while I was inside. It was past time to find a place to spend the evening. Pulling my coat up closer around my body I started navigating the now deserted streets. I knew where I was headed now. It was Tuesday night and I had an appointment to keep. I had promised him I would return soon.

My feet brought me to the Church of Cross and Crown and I stopped at the entrance for a long moment with my hand held out. It was probably just old cautions taking hold again, it was stupid of me to hesitate there but I did in memory of the days of old. I still remember when paladins would attack any demon who dared step onto hallowed ground. I also remember when humans had faith so strong it hurt to stand in their presence. Those days were over I thought with a sigh and started across the grass.

The grounds were well kept and beautiful. For a people who no longer believed in their stories they certainly held them in high respect. The first place I headed was the church itself walking to the doors and finding them locked tight. Slowly I turned around looking for people. There was a light in what I guessed was normally used as a Sunday School class room and I let my steps carry me there.

I found the room already filled and I was the last to arrive. I wish I could honestly claim I had done this intentionally, I could tell by a nervous pang that the priest, an elderly black man named Father Jayes thought I had. The room had frozen at my entrance, all eyes focused on me in confusion and welcome. "Hello again." I said breaking the stasis.

"Hello again." Father Jayes responded quickly as if trying to keep me placated. I took my seat silently and then looked around the room. There was an elderly couple strong of bond and stronger of faith sitting to my right hand in hand. They were happy together and even more that others came to share their faith. Understand that I can only guess what it really was, I don't know what faith feels like. I know who God is and it takes most of the fun out of faith when you know. What I felt from them was the same feeling I remember from the clergy and their warriors. A firm solid feeling rooted in nothing, a desire to connect the unnconneted. Another of the beautiful things that only a human mind is capable of.

To my left sat William Thorn. I knew him from his relations to Shinku as a student. I hadn't known of his ties to the church. I let my eyes linger a little longer on him than I should and caught his challenging gaze quickly. He didn't know who I was or what I was, if he had I think he would have attacked me on the spot. Even without that knowledge I know he felt something. He was curious and his power began to gather beneath the surface before I looked away.

Opposite William sat a woman with her child. Her name was Shiri I quickly gathered from the thoughts of those around me. It's amazing how many answers you get just by turning your eyes. Sometimes I think that humans have started to learn their powers, then I remember it's just a reflex. All intelligent beings communicate mind to mind. They only speak because it's easier. It's nothing special, nothing sacred, not a gift of God or curse from the Devil. Every thinking sentient being can do it. 

She had her child out of wedlock and now attended the Church regularly. Scared straight, more like scared stupid in my opinion but it wasn't asked, not aloud anyway. Another woman sat next to her, she must have been of little importance, nobody much thought of her so my eyes moved to he was opposite me.

Father Nigel Azi Jayes was the man sitting opposite of me. He was the only reason I had really come tonight and he was excited to see me. In reality agitated at my presence might be closer to what he actually felt. He was dressed conservatively in light blue dress shirt and black slacks. His Crucifix hung outside his shirt on a slender golden chain. 

"Let us start." I knew he was pausing before he did so I nodded to urge him on. I don't know if he saw it but he did continue speaking. "Today we are going to study Luke 8:27 through :33." Each of the others present had a Bible before them, some like the old couple had brought their own but most were using the provided. In front of me sat no Bible, which I realized was probably the reason it was the only remaining seat. I looked from left to right searching for an unguarded book and found none. 

I felt her physically before I sensed her and it gave me a jump I'm sure they all noticed. It was just a little girl, Shiri's daughter struggling to hold a Bible over her head in her tiny hands. My first impulse was to pick her up in my arms and hold her close for as long as I could. I wanted to whisper her name to her, though she had never heard it before and wasn't likely to hear it ever again. Her name was Feylina, I know because when she was born for the first time two hundred years ago I was her father. I can hear angels gasp even when they are concealed from human eyes. 

My second impulse was absolute terror that I couldn't hold her. She wasn't mine in this life, she had been taken from me and would never be mine again. I snatched the Book a little rougher than I had intended and then shooed her off. I couldn't stand her presence. Quickly I started looking through the Bible for the mentioned verses. 

I felt Father Jayes's pleasure and fear mingle into something bittersweet and pungent as my eyes sped over the verses in question. It was my story, when I had met the Christ, it hadn't taken Nigel long at all to find that verse. I didn't have time to think of the possibilities of what this could mean before he started speaking again.

"I chose this verse this week for several reasons. First I chose it because I had a personal experience that left me in need of comfort. I needed to be reminded that God cares for all of his children. The second reason I chose this verse was because we concentrate so much on the Death that sometimes we forget that The Lord Jesus Christ did things with his life and this is just one of them." He said. I adjusted slightly in my seat to keep Feylina in my sight. She was called Lulu now. I watched her tiny fingers trace the lines of text on the page in imitation of the rest of us. I think I felt a tear in my eye.

"I will start with the first verse then each of you in turn will read starting ay my left." Father Jayes said. "If you do not wish to read you may pass to the next." I don't know if he expected me to read, but I didn't. He may have been waiting for me to add my own knowledge to the tale, I don't know if he suspected he was actually speaking to Legion. I know his eyes rested heavily on me and he had a feeling of pleasure when I skipped on reading. I wonder if he put some special significance to my not reading.

"Now this is just a single example of the Lord's power to banish evil from our world and from our lives." Father Jayes said. "But before I start telling you how I think I would like to hear what your opinions are." I knew my opinion. I was tricked. Well I made a mistake. He didn't do anything but I spent one thousand six hundred fifty two years two hundred eleven days paying for that mistake so I'm a little bitter. 

"I think it shows that the power of good triumphs over evil." Shiri said in the timid voice of uncertainty. It certainly showed that someone not in their right minds make poor decisions.

"Yes it shows that but what does it show about Jesus specifically?" Father Jayes prompted. I knew what he wanted to hear, it was close enough to true as well I answered him.

"It shows that Jesus had mercy even on his worst enemies. He would never kill, not even those who would kill him." I said sullenly. "He was prepared even then to give his life to his enemies." He had given me a chance to kill him right then. If I had wanted to do so I could have ended it.

Nigel nodded sagely but there was a frown in his heart that gave me a new strength. I was trying hard not to feed on him but his feelings were just so rich that I had to let it fill me if only for a minute. "Yes that is it. See Jesus was completely selfless, his greatest concern was not his own happiness but that of those around him." He said. What's even worse is that he believed that. In reality the Christ was tempting death, what a victory it would have been to be revived after falling against a demon. If I hadn't been so busy feeding my ego things might have changed. Being crucified made him into The Martyr if I'd killed him he probably would have been forgotten. Yeah I'm very bitter about that. Very bitter.

I could see it as if it was happening again in my mind. The way we had begged for his mercy and had it granted. Feeling of being spread out throughout the swine. There were already hundreds of us at that time. Voices screaming in his mind to work our will and driving him and ourselves insane in the process. Together were too much for a man to control since we had yet to unite into a single consciousness. Separately we couldn't even guide a pig to grass. I died that day and I went to Hell not for my sins but for my failures. 

Satan tortured us from the moment we entered his realm for every time we had denied him. The punishments were meant to fit the crimes, I think payback's a bitch rings truer. He visited things against us that had never been committed before. 

I came back to reality when I saw the room was empty other than Nigel, his wife Jenna and their child Jayzen.

"Why did you choose that verse?" I asked still shaking away the visions playing behind my eyelids. 

"Seemed appropriate." Father Jayes replied. He was scared again, just a nagging fear at the moment but it was growing. It leapt when I slammed the Bible shut before me. I think he would have run if he hadn't had his wife and child in the room. His heart was racing and his muscles tensed, there was also his delicious fear filling me and seeping into every inch of my being. "Jenna, take Jayzen and get out."

I growled sharply under my breath but when I spoke again my voice was smooth and even. "I do not understand why you still think of me as a threat. I have done nothing." Jenna had clutched her child close to her breast trying to keep the babe from looking at me. For his part Jayzen was squirming and wriggling against her to get another look at me, giggling happily the whole time. I winced slightly at the pain from the child's pure joy. Children. 

I still remembered saving the child, the first time Jenna had looked on my true form her body had gone weak and she'd dropped the child. I reached out with my power and held the child up until she was ready to hold it again. I was still a demon though, I was still the bad guy. Humans.

If I had known what Nigel was about to say before he said it I probably would have broken my promise to him. I think I would have torn his lungs out and crushed the air from them by hand. That's what it felt like for me. "LEAVE THIS PLACE DEMON!" It felt like a knife thrust into my chest and slowly twisted. It wasn't his faith, it had strengthened since our first meeting but it was still far short of having any effect. I couldn't believe he was so anxious to be rid of me, and that he wouldn't just ask me. I would have complied. Instead this attack, harmless as it was, hurt. As humans say, it was the thought that counted.

I had to fight to keep myself from breaking my word. I felt my human guise melt away effortlessly revealing my black skin and bat like wings. It wasn't my true form, I'm not even certain I have one. This was the form I was most comfortable in, when I stop thinking on my current shape I slip back into this form. "He was right about you and none of us truly understood. Humans really are sheep." I felt my wings stretching outwards grazing the low ceiling then wrapping around my body. I briefly noted my torn clothing littering the floor. That gets expensive. "You hold no power over me mortal but I will go." 

Turning away from him, not trusting myself if he were to speak again I walked from the room and out onto the grass. I threw back my head and roared spilling my rage into the open night. Their fear doubled and young Jayzen started crying. He was afraid I thought for a moment to give him a real concept of the feeling then roared again. 

"Asylum!" I heard my name called from high above. I leapt into the air and soared to meet the voice.

"Raphael." I spoke the angel's name when I saw him gliding over the church. I moved to circle with him far enough away to be considered safe. It was as much for my comfort as his, I was still unarmed but in his left hand he gripped a silver Havena, the blades forged for the armies of heaven. "Why are you here?"

"Leave them." Raphael said plainly.

"I am doing no harm, let me speak and get away from me." I responded. He was annoyed. I was enjoying the feeling of wind rushing through my hair and over my bare flesh, it had been weeks since I had flown.

"Lord Jehovah demands it." Raphael repeated. I felt his will harden readying for an attack.

I laughed and felt his ego shrink at my response. His will was steeled further by my action though. I wondered for a moment of the humans below could see us circling and conversing over their heads. "If he demands, if he desires, if he wants let him come himself. I will not be threatened by third stringers. Get away from me." Raphael circled closer but when I met his gaze he stopped and we both backed away from each other.

Most angels are so confident they would never dream of backing away from a battle, particularly not in the name of their lord. Raphael was hesitant to attack me, he must have remembered me from before. I am the only being ever to defy the Triumvirate and survive but that was two millennia ago. "What do you want with them?" He asked. He was stalling but it was an honest question, it just wasn't something he would have asked if he thought I was easy prey.

"I want to understand why they follow, well you I suppose. We both know that what they envision as God is inaccurate." 

Raphael nodded. "We could answer that for you. You should have asked us, we understand them." He was still stalling. If he knew that without my sixth spirit I was little more than human I doubt we would be conversing. 

"You know I am not welcome in Heaven."

"Things are changing." Was that what this was all about, did he need me? I continued to circle in the air easily. It felt wonderful to be amongst the stars again, I had forgotten the beauty these angels had produced. I think the humans surpassed them thousand fold in their mimicry, there is nothing like looking down at a city from above. Stars come in but one color but cities, cities are like rainbows shattered for better observation.

"I do not desire a treaty. I stand where I always have for myself."

"It will soon come that there are no neutral's Legion. There will only be those who are with us and those who are against us."

"Then I look forward to ripping your wings from your body. Is it true you will become human if I tear them from you?" Raphael reddened and considered attacking. The anger was so pure and so exquisite. I had long forgotten that angels were capable of such pure unconfused emotions. It was the first time I had seen one in better than a century. "Raphael if the time comes that I must fight against the angels again then so be it. I have endeavored hard to stay clear of your conflicts and have not aligned myself with Samael nor with Satan. I have fought only the battles brought to me. Yes it was me who killed Beneketh. He attacked my host, I do not know why nor do I care. I have slain many demons. I was the one who sent Baal back into Hell. Leave me be I have nothing for you. These are my humans for now."

"There will be few left soon. Your claim will be contested by many. Not least of all by those who named them." I paused thinking quickly. I didn't know what Father Nigel Azi Jayes's name was, nor that of his wife nor child. It hadn't occurred to me until he mentioned it. Raphael didn't wait for my response. He left me to my thoughts and soared off into the night. 

I wanted to follow him, I wanted to know what The God was planning but I didn't give chase. I couldn't defeat him, I couldn't make him answer me and he wouldn't just tell me. I watched him fly away into the night. I considered going back to the people below but they had gone. I guess they really couldn't see us. I glided home lazily enjoying the feeling and the sensations. 

I needed something special tonight though, a ripe kill to wash that rage from my system. Something decadent, their deaths are always so much more rewarding. An innocent just doesn't scream quite like a kindred spirit, I already knew what I was searching for when beat my leathery wings and took off.

She was dressed in a pink plaid miniskirt that barely covered her pink thong when I spotted her. Ankle socks and gleaming black Oxfords beneath and a pair of golden pigtails that bobbed every time she moved. Her lips were painted fire engine red, offsetting her ocean blue eyes and pale skin amazingly. I don't she saw me before she felt me behind her. Arms wrapped around her barely five foot frame grasping her hardly handful sized breasts through a nearly transparent blouse knotted above her naval.

Her initial reaction was surprise, pleasant surprise I might add. She was almost mooning as she leaned back into my chest. "Hey they're big boy. I have to charge you for that, more if you want to do more than feel." Reaching back she reached her fingers around my shaft stroking slowly. 

"Oh I want way more than just a touch." She pressed back against me again, wriggling her hips against my groin. "I want you to die." I finished squeezing her breasts as hard. Her surprise quickly turned to anger as she squeezed with one hand and turned to slap me with the other.

I didn't move at all. Instead I let her experience first hand what her strength was compared to my own. Her emotions slowly shifted again as she realized that I wasn't human. She saw my wings, my tail whipping slowly behind me. She was beating me with all her might, doing little more than bruising her hands while she pummeled my chest. A crooked smile started to creep across my face as she slowed her assault then turned to rum.

Snatching her by the wrist and lifted her easily into the air. Without any effort I flung her into a pair of trashcans dumping the refuse in one direction and her body in another. "What's your name?" There was no response other than a pained moan. 

She turned towards me, or rather where I'd been only a moment before but I was gone. When she turned again I was standing there only a few inches from her face, my nose nearly pressed against hers with an emptied trash bag in my hands. She turned to run and I threw it over her head cinching it tight.

I watched her expression, perfectly mimicked in the plastic clinging to her face. It was easy to bat her hands down, keep her from freeing herself as she continued to thrash and fight. The plastic slid farther into her mouth with each desperate gasp for air. It wasn't until she'd nearly stopped moving that I thrust a finger through the bag letting her suck in just enough air to remain conscious. "Listen to me girl and maybe you'll live. Do you want to live?" Even through her sobs she managed to shake her head drawing another breath. "Then do exactly as I say. Strip." Her hands moved behind her back fumbling for the clip holding her skirt on. It took her almost a minute to unclasp it and but only a second more to tear her white lace panties off. Her blouse was ripped open, buttons shooting in every direction as the knot came undone. I released the bag letting her fall to the ground with a thud. "Bra too." I wasn't even watching her at the moment, instead pushing the trash around searching for something. "What's your name?" 




The Hunt: An Alley Whore



The woman pulled the bag from over her head and curled herself into the fetal position before answering me. "K-kah-k Katherine."

"Katherine. Katherine." Twice more I whispered her name as I gripped a half empty beer bottle from the rest of the filth and strode back over to her. "You know you just might live through all this." I kicked her in the side hard enough to roll her over. Before she could curl up again I'd slammed my foot down onto her throat pinning her on her back. Carefully I leaned back gripping her ankle and folding her in half. As soon as her clean shaven cunt was exposed she felt it.

Already tear stained eyes exploded in a new batch of tears as the cold glass forced its way past her nether lips already spilling its warm contents into her body. She didn't squirm though, her eyes were locked on mine pleading for whatever mercy she hoped I had. Katherine only whimpered in discomfort chewing her bottom lip. The real screaming was only in her head, that final battle of confusion racing around in her head. It was electric feeding itself into my desires as I forced the object farther into her, twisting and pumping.

Despite it all she was human, a dirty disgusting little beast and try as she might her instincts would always over power her mind. Her body was enjoying sensations, moistening, flushing and eventually grinding her hips much to her own terror. Personally I've always enjoyed that humans are such sexual creatures, it's a real shame they've learned to fear it so much. She was getting close to release already each thrust of the now warm glass sending a shiver up her spine. 

She wasn't enjoying herself, she was terrified especially when I started leaning forward crushing her throat beneath my heal it was just that her body kept reacting. Gargled moans of an orgasm forced their way through her crushed larynx. Katherine shivered and shuddered as her last orgasm quaked through her dying body. "Not bad." I kicked her corpse aside and turned to walk down the street. 

I only took two steps before I collapsed to the ground beside Katherine. My last thought was utter confusion, I was well fed, unhurt. What happened? If it were Gayle I should have felt his presence but he was still buried and sleeping. There was no time to figure out the mystery before blackness swallowed my consciousness.



The Hunt: Arcot



Overhead the scattered clouds raced toward some destination that I couldn't see. I could follow them if I wanted, to the ends of the earth or wherever they those to stop and rain if it suited my fancy. It did not however. Rather let them go and fall where they may on what people they chose. So many other things were of much greater importance than a meaningless bit of trivia. 

I was laying on the grass outside of my "his" mansion when I noticed the clouds. I wasn't sure how I had gotten there and somehow it didn't really matter to me. It was a Friday morning and I didn't care how I had made it to the end of the week, it was enough that I had. I rose to my feet and found he had fallen asleep in a pair of leather pants. I'll never understand why he insists on wearing those. "Gayle." No response, either sleeping or ignoring either way makes no difference. 

The sun had already begun to climb high into the sky when I stood. Shaking off the sleep still left in my mind I turned and walked down to the lake. I had time to kill so I stripped the pants off and waded out into the water until the waters had reached my waist, then I dove into the water. 

I was swimming slow circles in the water when I sensed her presence nearby. I can't describe in human dialect how I knew she was present, it is that sense between feeling and hearing that humans refer to as ESP or "being watched." A demon, or an angel or any creature accustomed to that "extra" sense call it "honing" and for us it is as natural as hearing or seeing is to mortals. She wasn't trying to hide her as she sat comfortably on a low tree limb.

Treading water I turned to face her, brushing my soaked locks from my face. She was laying in the weeping willow, one leg hanging down from the branch, her hands resting a top her knee, with her chin resting a top her hands. She was trying not to smile as she looked at me but it was as much from fear as amusement. "Hello Asylum." She spoke my name so clearly that I briefly considered the idea that she wasn't afraid of me.

"Greetings Arcot." I continued treading water. "What can I do for you."

"Let Gayle have control of his life." She responded.

"Must we go through this?" I shook my head and swam toward her. "We are one, leave it alone. I haven't done anything to you since we came to that agreement."

"Do you think we forget?" She shuddered, even at the distance I could feel her grief fill the air. It was a thick feeling that left little room for anything else. Even as it strengthened me I wish I didn't have that effect on her.

"No I don't. Nor do I expect you to forgive me. Still if you have nothing to say you can avoid me. I do my best to stay clear of you." I swam past her in the tree getting out of the lake. 

"I came because I need something from you." Arcot said and leapt down from her tree her waist length tiger-striped orange hair trailing behind her like a cape to the grass.

"Speak." I pulled on my pants and started walking towards the mansion pulling my green streaked black hair over on shoulder.

"Shinku." Arcot was behind me to my left, unarmed. Even knowing that I still didn't feel entirely comfortable around the assassin. There aren't many beings capable of killing demons but one of them was standing in the room with me.

"What about him?" I asked not turning to face her. I opened the doors to his mansion and walked into the patio sitting down on the lawn chair.

"I love him." I knew that before she spoke. I felt the emotion like a cold stab when she mentioned his name.

"What does that have to do with me?" I got up quickly turning toward her.

"He loves me." I nodded, another answer I could have provided without her input. I had been near Shinku since her "disappearance". 

"Tell me what you want." I growled standing tall and throwing my hair back with a spray of droplets. 

"I want him free. Get him away from Sean for me."

"What makes you think I can do this?" I asked her. I doubted I could, Sean being too strong of will to fall under my thrall.

"You do what you want." It was true. 

"What will you do for me. I'm not Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny or Mother Teresa so tell me why am I even considering this?" 

"I will do whatever it takes." I waited silently for Arcot to continue. I had no interest in Shinku whatsoever. 

"Why not go to Sean with that deal. You know what you could offer him." I had started to walk already when she stepped in front of me baring my way to the doorway.

"I can't." Her eyes brimmed with tears. Genuine as well I noted with a satisfied smile.

"Why?" 

"He can't know I'm alive." Almond shaped eyes focused somewhere on the floor.

I raised a brow and shook my head. She obviously had her reasons, none of which meant anything to me. "You will do anything?" I wanted to be perfectly clear on this. 

"Yes." She nodded to confirm her words.

"Fine." I pulled out the picture of Elimina and slapped it down on the table beside me. "This girl. Find her, bring her here. There is no negotiating, take it or leave it." I moved her to one side leaving her with the photograph as I walked into the house.

"I'll take it. Talk to Sean." She said. Arcot was studying the picture, she was studying me as well. She wasn't sure what I wanted with the girl, I wasn't going to tell her either.

"Asylum?"

"What?" I was starting to get tired of her now. I had walked through Gayle's house still dripping wet on his hard wood floors. It didn't matter, his servants would clean it soon enough. I still didn't care as I walked across his soft emerald green carpet to the garage.

"I know who she is." I couldn't hide the fact that I jump at her words. I wish I could hide my own emotions. "Gayle told me." I didn't even turn back to face her. I got into the black Cobra and spurred all eight cylinders into action.

"Bring her. I'll turn the world around for that girl." I pulled out of the driveway and left the lovely red head alone to contemplate the risks of what she had just offered me.



The Hunt: Bacchanal



The day sped by and I remember nothing of it but a few scattered images of little importance. I remember when I pulled up to the Bacchanal and handed my keys to the valet. I remember the young man turning and staring at me for a moment entirely to long. He had sounded like he had something stuck in his throat. He couldn't even say my name for better than thirty seconds and when he managed it was phrased a question for me to confirm. "Mister Samael?" I only nodded and walked off.

When I entered the Bacchanal there was no pause in the action. Nobody even noticed the demon, dressed in a black suit and a human appearance step into the room. Of course it was partially because most of the room wasn't human. Sean was already waiting for me when I arrived, I wasn't sure if I was late or he was early but either way I'm glad that he was waiting for me. It's merely a power game but the superior arrives at leisure, the inferior arrives when scheduled.

"Greetings Asylum." Sean looked up at me over the rim of his glass. I inhaled quickly getting the scent of the thick heady wine. Chinese Bloodwine famous as on the best intoxicants every discovered.

"Greetings Sean." 

In the corner of my eye I noticed a fiery red head dancing in the center of a crowd of men. She was wearing a black bustier and skintight skirt slung so low enough on her hips to reveal the "T" top of her pink thong. The rest of her clothing was all black vinyl creaking noisily with each of movement. Each man on the dance floor was competing to be near her and each who got close enough to catch her eye was rewarded. Her body moved against each man like a serpent, bodies entwined with hypnotic rhythm. I hadn't realized I was staring at her until I looked back to Sean starting on a second glass of wine, the first sitting beside him empty.

He took another sip of his wine and reclined comfortably into his chair. He seemed to be in no rush at all. He was waiting for me to speak. 

"I want you to find this girl for me." I pulled out the picture of Elimina and slide it across the table careful to avoid the circle of water where a cup had sat not long before.

"Who is she?"

"Just a girl." I replied. Sean didn't buy it, his disbelief floated in the air between us.

"Fine." Sean rose from the table. "Talia!" He said sharply. The woman on the floor gave the man she was with a quick kiss on the lips, grinding her hips against him before walking to Sean's side.

"Yes Master."

I blinked in disbelief at the beauty standing over us. Up close I could see the curve of her breast and the sweat tricking down her face and over her chest. I could smell her, not just the perfume, but her anticipation of a man's touch. Her eyes burned with desire as she looked over at Sean, I thought for a moment I was imagining it. Then I realized her eyes had an actual glow, I could see the reflection of them in his drink. 

"We're leaving." Sean said and stood. I was at a loss, I must have taught him better than I believed. 

"She is the last soul." I blurted. Sean smiled and sat back down dismissing Talia with a wave of the hand. I watched her sashay back onto to the dance floor and into the waiting arms of the men.

Sean whistled. I had his attention wrapped around me like a blanket. "What is she worth, what can you do when you get her?"

"What can't I do?" I replied. I was exaggerating my own power of course. All things have limits. The humans have convinced themselves that "God" and "The Devil" have no such limits. Sean wasn't entirely human; he understood the game a little better than most.

"If you came to play games we are done Asylum. I learned a lot from you, much more than I did from my other father, but I don't owe you anything."

"Fine what do you want?" I wasn't sure whether to beam with pride or shiver in fear. Twice today I had been confronted with someone who was ultimately only interested in their own welfare. Most humans are foolishly concerned with the welfare of others. 

"Asylum you need to learn to relax." Sean said with a smile. "Talia!" The woman moved quickly to stand over his shoulder, swaying slightly reminding me of a serpent. Hints of pearl white fangs completed the impression. "Get Asylum a drink. Crazy Rooster?" He asked reminding me of my favorite drink, nearly three decades ago. I didn't correct him though, I let his woman fetch the drink.

Talia returned and set the glass before me on the table. I almost cringed; the pungent aroma was enough to curl my lip. It wasn't until I drained the glass in a single huge swallow that I realized the scent wasn't the drink, it was flowing off her. It was her combined, love, lust and interest in Sean pouring off her in a single horrid flavor that left me with a slight buzz.

Sean grinned darkly as he gazed at my eyes. "Interested in giving her a try." The tips of his fangs were bared as he motioned her toward me. She rose from his lap and strutted towards me bringing her stiletto boot up between my legs. The tip brushed against my erection as she pushed my chair away from the table and started dancing again. Just her hips moved, swiveling inches from my face. Each thrust brought her crotch closer; I could already smell her arousal growing. The tiny skirt inched up her hips with each pump until I could see her clean-shaven cunt glistening in the low light of the Bacchanal.

Turning her back to me she continued her private dance, bending slightly at the knees so her hair brushed the floor. Reaching between her legs she unzipped my pants and helped herself to my cock positioning it so she could lower herself onto it. "Careful Asylum, don't want to make a scene do you?" Grinding my teeth together as I looked over at him I nodded in agreement. It took me nearly biting my tongue off to resist the urge to moan when I slipped into her. 

Once she was comfortably wriggled down into my lap she threw one arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear. "So you're the famous Asylum. Always wanted to meet you." She was lying; I felt that as much as her body against me. Slowly at first she started clenching her muscles, squeezing my cock inside her. She barely moved her hips, tiny figure eights on my lap. The real action was her incredible control over her muscles. They squeezed from root to tip before she'd lower herself again.

"She's really incredible isn't she? One of my best I think. She can do such amazing things with her hips. You should see her when she doesn't have to keep it down." Sean lifted his drink up taking a sip of his wine before turning his attentions across the room. 

It was strangely intimate to be fucking your "son's" slave right in front of him. Holding a conversation with him. Inside her I was already throbbing when she leaned back and nibbled on my ear. She tossed her head to one side blinding me with a cascade of curls. One hand slipped between her thighs, gently massaging my balls. "Come on baby, cum for me." She hissed snaking her tongue along my ear.

My hands had wandered along her thighs to her rear. Then slowly up her sides and finally cupped beneath her breasts pinching and twisting her nipples. I clamped down mauling her tits as she tensed one last time pushing me over the edge. As soon as my juices started to flow she snapped her head towards me and slammed her lips to mine. Together we swallowed each other's moans of pleasure as we came. 

Talia grasped a napkin from the table and carefully raised herself off me. Sliding into a seat beside me she stroked my softening cock, squeezing the last drops of cum onto her fingertips before wiping me clean. Almost without thinking about it she licked her fingers clean and smiled.

I stood up and looked her over for a moment. I could barely feel my legs now but it wasn't just the sex. Something else was wrong with me. Part of it was were love for him, an overwhelming fire in my veins and threatening to fracture my skull. The rest I couldn't, didn't understand at the time.

"If you learn anything you'll get in touch?" Sean had pulled Talia down into his lap but he was aware enough of me to nod. I walked out of the Bacchanal and into the night air. My mind immediately went to Father Jayes. A visit was briefly considered and rejected. Instead I drove back to Gayle's mansion, The Absence of Time but remained outside. I lay on the grass now staring up at the stars.

"Asylum." His voice was clearer than usual. My eyes closed and when they opened we stood face to face next to the lake. If I hadn't known this was entirely in my mind I would have feared for my sanity or my life. 

"Good night Gayle. Actually it is good morning." I had glanced down at my watch earlier; yesterday would have ended some twenty minutes before we started speaking. 

"What happened between you and my son?"

"It doesn't concern you Gayle." 

"Then just tell me." Gayle held hand out over the lake and smiled softly. "He is my son Asylum!"

"I know who he is Gayle. Calm the fuck down it really isn't of any importance." I repeated looking out over the lake watching it slowly change from a black blue to almost lavender. Within the confines of the mind he was as powerful as I. Any man is God inside his mind. That is always how I have seen it, perhaps it has just been that I choose my hosts well but I don't think they have all been so extraordinary nor do I believe that most of the souls that went into my being were special. Can't you fly in your mind?

"Then tell me, if it is no big deal then just tell me." Gayle pleaded. I occasionally wonder if he knows I still revel in his pain. It's an indulgence I struggle to keep back but it's hard not to feed on him. His emotions are always so intense. We've stopped fighting but that doesn't make us friends, not by a long shot.

"No. I like you better like this. Are you going to fight me?" I was looking up towards the sky at that point; it too had taken on the gentle purple color. The difference between sea and sky texture not color. Gayle looked at me for a moment; I didn't have to look at him to know. In here I know everything. I am everything. So is he. So very little can be kept secret here. He slowly shook his head and I left him there in what would become the darkness again as soon as I seized hold of reality.

With a deep gasping breath I burst into the world still lying on my back but the sun had started to threaten the night with a gentle light on the horizon. It would be sometime yet before the sun itself rose but the warnings had been issued. I sat upright quickly yawning pleasantly as I stretched. It really is wonderful to be alive. Humans take it for granted to be alive even though instinctively they know that Earth is the best place. A merging of heaven and hell where all things are possible, that is what earth is. You'd think that humans would figure it out though, none of them are eager to die and many spirits are eager to live in their world. We gladly accept the mantle of mortality just to sample the pleasures of the Earth again. That is what the war is about, that is why we fight.



The Hunt Ch. 01-02



This are the first two, introductory chapters of a rather lengthy story. No sex taking place yet, plenty of that in later chapters. The dominant theme is Group Sex, though it also has significant amounts of Lesbian Sex and NonConsent/Reluctance included. Enjoy!

1. The Midnight Bluez club.

It was just another night of dancing in the club. Ashley, anthropology student by day and pole dancer twice a week by night, just finished her second performance of the night. After collecting her tips, she sat down on in the small, somewhat worn-out dressing room of the club and poured herself a drink. 

"Busy night, isn't it?" remarked her colleague Christie - two years her senior in age, and a few more years her senior in the field. 

"Yes, it's a busy night, the club is packed. But that's good, more tips for us. And good business means that tomorrow we get to dance and make money again," she answered. 

"It's always packed when you dance, isn't it?" 

"What you suggest? That they come for me? Well I'm not that pretty or great at dancing. It's more like just because I only work weekends." 

"You do take in quite some tips. Maybe you can tell me how you do that." 

"If I find out, I'll let you know. By the way, isn't it time for you to get moving? See you in 15." 

"Yes, see you later!" Christie got in her heels and walked to the stage for her next dance. Ashley would join her a little later for the night's final performance: a four-girl, two-pole dance act where she partnered up with Christie while her colleagues Jackie and Francis performed on a pole next to them. This part of the show she enjoyed to do most. It was a seriously practised part of their performance, very sexy, and the customers loved it. This part of the show always got them a good amount of tips. Christie was out there already warming up the audience, she would join a little later. 

The music was pounding, the guests were screaming: it was a good night at the Midnight Bluez club. She watched Christie as she left in her high heels, wearing no more than a string and bra, both embossed with strings of shiny beads, the same as Ashley was wearing now in preparation of her final dance of the night. 

Christie, she thought, should be the more popular of the two of them. She looked like the stereotypical bimbo: long blonde curly hair, blue eyes, full red lips. She stood slightly taller than Ashley. Long legs, made even longer by her heels, round ass and a full bosom, a lot bigger than Ashley's. Whenever she would take of her bra and shake those tits the crowd would go crazy. 

Pole dancing was not that bad a job, in Ashley's view. The Midnight Bluez was a decent club, fairly classy without being too upmarket, one where they expected pole dancers to give a good performance, a proper pole dance. A club which could boast quite some females in their audience too. The club even hired a special pole dancing coach, and all dancers were required to train twice a week, besides the performances. And after the scheduled performances there would always be plenty of requests for more private lap dances -- always good for big tips.

Ashley looked at herself in the large mirror on the wall. Not too bad either, but she did not consider herself a match for Christie. She saw a body she thought she had really no need to be ashamed of: rather average height and build, with dark eyes and long brown hair. The dancing kept her waist slim and her behind nice and firm. 

Her breasts she considered a bit on the small size, but she had learned to live with that. Her boyfriends had always loved them, they were a nice hand full they said. Her firm breasts did not need the support of a bra, and they were topped of with large dark nipples that stood out nicely, especially when wearing high heels which forced her chest forward. 

Ashley was hired by the club almost two years ago, at the start of summer vacation when she had run out of money and was looking for a job to help her make ends meet. First as house girl, dancing for tips only, later when she had had more training and gained experience she was promoted to feature dancer. She was pretty popular with the customers, and would frequently give private lap dances which usually involved quite some touching, but would go no further than that.

Good pole dancing is physically demanding, which she considered to be a good thing as it helped to keep her body fit and well toned. And she actually enjoyed the training, it was interesting, the coach could teach her many rather challenging moves.

She just had to accept all those eyes on her body, and all those hands touching her skin to put banknotes under her string or in her bra (if wearing one). Dancers were seen by the customers as lust objects, not as people, and that was something Ashley was fully aware of, though also not fully at ease with. She had to accept being reduced to just a pretty body.

Her colleague Jackie came back to the dressing room for a short break and to don the same attire as Ashley and Christie were wearing already, and five minutes later the girls walked to the stage where they joined there respective partners for their performance.

After the dance, there was another hour or so where they would give lap dances to the heated up audience, before the club closed for the night. The girls went to the dressing room to relax and change back into their normal clothes. They would usually have a chat, discussing the night, and amongst them they would vote for "dirty old man of the night" and more of that kind of fun. It helped also creating more of a distance between themselves and the customers, making the downsides of the job more bearable.

That night most of her colleagues left quickly, leaving Ashley with Christie and Francis.

Christie was telling a bit about her escort work: when not working in the club, she would sometimes go out for an escort bureau. She told the money is good, and as she intended to retire by 40, so she had to try to make a lot now, while still in her good years, as she'd call it. 

"What I now heard in the scene, is beyond imagination," she told her colleagues. "The other day a colleague mentioned that she had heard from a friend that there is an underground, up-market scene for the very rich, that hire escort girls for all kinds of erotic fantasies." 

"Oh, really, well with those rich guys I wouldn't be surprised about anything," remarked Francis. 

"Indeed, it sounds plausible at least. I wonder if it's true. You know they said they would take the escorts to exotic locations, in upmarket hotels, where they would have sex with them in all kinds of different settings and scenarios," Christie continued. 

"You mean, you'd have to pretend to be their wife, or a casual pick-up or what?" Ashley said. 

"You're too naive, dear," Christie said to Ashley. "That's the regular stuff. Now this would be far crazier. Involving several women at the same time, for jobs that last anywhere from a days to weeks or so they say. I mean, here the rumours became vague, and I have no idea what would be true and what would be exaggerated, if anything is true about it at all. Probably not." 

"Wow, that'd be a top job for an escort," said Ashley. "You should try to get to the bottom of it, I bet they pay so well, you may even retire early." 

"Well there was talk about tens of thousands in payment, indeed. Can you believe it? A thousand for a day of entertaining a bunch of horny men, that's good money no matter how you look at it, here in the club I make maybe two, three hundred a night. 

"But well, no-one will ever pay that much for a regular girl like me. I get a fraction of that for my normal escort jobs. And then I'm getting paid quite well already, compared to others." 

"I have an idea why that might be," Francis said, looking straight at Christie's chest.

"Well for me it'd be great to make ten grand in one go, can pay for a year of studies," said Ashley. "Though I'm not interested in becoming a hooker."

"Sounds creepy to me," said Francis. "Indeed who in their right mind would pay that much just to get laid? Those rich guys can get any chick they want, no? And the whole thing if true sounds totally out of my league. I'm happy dancing, but not interested in more than that, I ain't no hooker too. The money be damned. Well that's not to say so either, tonight was quite good. I got more than normal in tips, so anyway I'm happy." 

"Me too," said Ashley. "Especially my strip act paid well this time. One guy gave me fifty just so he could take off my bra by himself. Good deal, I'd say. He kept it of course, I wonder what he's doing with it now. Or I'd rather not wonder about that, really." 

The other two laughed, and the topic was back on the events of the night. They had a last drink, and soon after left the club to go back home. 

These twice-weekly performances earned Ashley enough to pay for her studies and to make some savings. She lived in a cheap apartment high up in a walk-up tenement, that she shared with two other students, and the occasional rodent. It was not a nice home, but it was cheap and not too far away from everything. As a student you can not live the high life, she was just hoping to find a good job after her studies so it would all have been worth it. 

That story from Christie about the special escort jobs did make her interested. If even the amounts paid were grossly exaggerated (likely), and the requirements were polished (also very likely), it was still an attractive proposal. Give some time of her life and temporary full access to her body, and she would not have to work in this club any more, as she would have enough money to last for the rest of her studies, and maybe some more. 

But then she also quickly put the whole thought aside as being too good to be true. Too crazy, too weird, too bizarre - just someone's fantasy only. 

And actually allowing someone to have sex with her is quite different from just showing off her curves. She never accepted any of the club's customers' request to have sex with her, that was just a bridge too far. Sex was not something to have with random strangers.

2. Special activities?

During the following week at a practice session, Ashley asked Christie whether she had enrolled already in these special escorts, hoping get more info about it without sounding too interested. Christie said she had not, that she had only heard the rumours, and as it was a super-rich-men's game they would probably do everything extremely confidentially, it it were true to begin with. No way you were going to get any details unless they wanted to give it to you. Ashley said she was curious about it, upon which Christie suggested to introduce her to some regular escort work instead.

The idea of escort work was not totally unfamiliar to Ashley, even though she had never done it herself. Like Christie, some of Ashley's colleagues in the club would do this kind of work too, and talk about it after work or during practice. Basically it normally involved going out with a man for a night, giving him a good time and a lot of attention, usually ending with sex in a cheap hotel. The pay was good, better than what she would make for a night of dancing in the club. Ashley had given it a though before but never made the move to find an escort job. She liked the safety of the club, the fixed hours, and not having to engage in sex with strangers. 

The weekend came and went, Ashley danced her regular Friday and Saturday nights. The club was busy, as usual, and the tips were good. She did not ask any further questions to Christie, who also let the subject rest. 

The weekend after the club was packed. It was a holiday weekend, and that always meant extra business for them. Friday she went home with a good amount in tips, and Saturday started off no different. 

When she returned to the dressing room after her second performance and collected all the banknotes that were strung in her clothing, one note caught her attention, as it had something written on it. This happened more, people leaving their phone number hoping she would call them or whatever (she never did), but this message caught her attention nonetheless. 

Recruitment for participation in special activities.

And a telephone number. That was all. She looked at it curiously, and then put it with the other notes, tucked it into her wallet and started to get changed and ready for the next session. But while doing so she changed her mind, took the note, and separated it from the other notes.

The next day, when she woke up in the early afternoon, she was still thinking about the message. Her flatmates were out, so she had the freedom to talk in private, and dialled the number written on the bill. A woman answered the phone. 

"Hello, my name is Ashley, and I'm calling you as yesterday I received a note with this telephone number on it. And the note that you're recruiting for special activities." 

"Oh yes sure, thank you for calling. Let me introduce myself: my name is Angel Jones, you may just call me Angel, and I'm recruiting on behalf of a model agency. You must be that gorgeous pole dancer from the Midnight Bluez club yesterday." 

"I guess that's me then," Ashley replied. "I work there twice a week only though." 

"Well great coincidence that I saw you then, as I think you're a suitable candidate for our next project," said Angel. 

Ashley didn't reply right away, she didn't know what to think really. 

Angel continued, "Let me explain a little more. As you probably guessed already it's an erotic project. Our agency is specialised in handling recruitment for such projects. We are not a normal escort service; we help to fulfil special fantasies." 

Ashley listened with interest and great surprise, she of course guessed already the recruitment was erotic service related but had no idea what to really expect, and could say no more than a simple, "I see." 

"These projects are usually ordered by rich clients that wish to keep their private lives, private. So everything will be done very discreetly. What I'm about to tell you is meant to remain strictly confidential, including the fact that we had this conversation. Can you do that?" 

"Euhm... yes... that's OK..." stuttered Ashley, who was a bit overwhelmed and did not know what to say. 

Angel stressed, "If you do not like to know stuff you must keep confidential, please let me know, no offence, then we just stop talking now. And anyway what I can tell you over the phone is very limited. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, I do," said Ashley, composing herself. 

"That's great. This project will require you to leave your home for just over a week. It does involve sex. The project will be during summer holidays, in a warm location not too far from here, just over an hour by plane. Pay will be five hundred a day, doubled when the contract is finished. You're allowed to quit any time and will be paid for the time stayed but no bonus." 

Ashley's brain started to overflow. That amount would probably allow her to pay for a whole year study! Without having to work in the Midnight Bluez! And she was talking about taking a plane as if it was just like taking the bus to work. This was really rich men's territory.

"OK, so what is expected from me then?" Ashley asked, getting curious. 

"I can not tell you much more at this moment, over the phone. Do you have time tomorrow?" 

"Yes, in the evening I'm free." 

"Great. Then we can discuss it further in person. Sleep over it for a night, and think whether you are really willing to do this. Call me tomorrow, OK?" 

"OK. Talk to you tomorrow," Ashley said, and hung up the phone. She was stunned. Shaking a bit, anxious, nervous, afraid, curious - everything at once. The pay offered was good: over a week, plus bonus, that's easily seven or eight grand. That would mean no more financial difficulties for her, and allowing her to study with less distractions.

But going to a secret location, for a secret project, that no-one knows about, not even that she would be on such a project, it sounds scary. Also the lady said it would involve sex. Sex for pay, that is prostitution. And Ashley did not think of herself as a whore. On the contrary. Now she was no stranger to sex, doing it with a total stranger just for the money is different, why would she allow a stranger that much access to her body? 

She had a few boyfriends before, her latest boyfriend broke up with her a few months ago as he could not accept her work as a dancer. Since then she was single. She realised she had a few one-night-stands too, that was pretty anonymous, allowing a guy to pick her up from a bar, and take her to a cheap hotel nearby for the night. A hooker would at get cash for what she considered was in a way pretty much the same act.

The idea of prostitution was getting more and more interesting to her. The money was very appealing. The sex was just like sex with a random pick-up in a bar. But wasn't she trying to talk herself into it too much? 

The money offered was really good, She was curious about escort services, but never dared to do it. Even not by recommendation of Christie, or other colleagues, whom she trusted.

Ashley could not concentrate on her studies that evening. She could not sleep much that night. The next day she concentrate on the lectures, her mind wandering off all the time. And in the end her curiosity and the outlook of a fat pay-out won from her fears. And, she figured, after the meeting with that Angel if it all sounded too dodgy she could always pull out. No risk there, right? 

So she called Angel and was ordered to wait outside a nearby metro station. There she would be picked up. At the appointed time, a large car with dark windows pulled over. The driver, a middle-aged man wearing a nice suit, rolled down the window and asked whether she is Ashley, and when she confirmed, he asked her to get in the car. The back door opened. A woman looking to be in her early to mid thirties was sitting on the back seat. She was good looking, well groomed and wearing a stylish long dress. 

"Hello, Ashley," the woman said. 

"You must be Angel," Ashley replied, recognising the voice from the phone calls. 

"Indeed. Please come in and sit down, Charles will drive us around while we can have a private discussion."

Ashley hesitated for a moment, but then got in, and sat down next to Angel.

"You must be nervous and anxious. That's normal. It is quite something to step into a car with a total stranger," Angel started. "I am happy that you didn't change your mind at the last moment. I would have taken no offence, for this work I need to find girls that are self-confident. I appreciate your courage. But as I said before what I have to tell is confidential, and really this is the best way to be sure no-one will overhear us. 

"Now could you please introduce yourself a bit to me? I only know your name, and that you dance in the Midnight Bluez." 

"Well, the dancing is just a job to help me pay the bills," Ashley told. "I'm a student by day, 23 years old, living in a cheap condo with two friends. I dance in the Midnight Bluez for two years now, performing twice a week. I have no experience with escort jobs or prostitution in general whatsoever but you got me interested." 

"It's the pay, isn't it?" Angel asked. 

"Yes, that's very interesting," Ashley admitted, blushing a bit. 

"Don't be ashamed - everyone is in it for the money. It's not just because we pay well. The requirements are high too, of course, there is no such thing as easy money. 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" 

Ashley was a bit shocked by the direct question. "No, broke up a few months ago." 

"Sorry to hear that, but it's all the better for now. At least that's not getting in the way. As I told you before it involves sex, and having a relationship may complicate things for you. 




The Hunt Ch. 01-02



"Now the project I'm recruiting for is a yearly event, held in early summer, one and a half months from now, in a location with a warm climate. This location is a rather remote plot of land, owned by our main client, who wishes to remain anonymous and keep the actual location confidential. It is private property, no outsiders allowed. 

"The event is called The Hunt. Basically it's a game where some fifteen naked women are released in the area, and then the male guests try to hunt them down. When caught, the girl will be their slave for some time, after which she'll be released for the game to start all over again." 

"With slave, you mean sex slave, right?"

"Yes."

"And they can do anything to their slave?"

"No, not just anything. There are rules on what they can, and can not do with the girls."

"I see. Why did you think I'm suitable? I mean, you gave me that banknote with your telephone number on it."

"You were recommended by a friend from the club."

"Really? How so? Who?"

"She said you were interested in the work. And then I came to have a look at you dance for a few nights, and decided that you are a suitable candidate. Pretty, strong, self-confident. That's what we need."

"Christie." Ashley realised now that Christie hadn't been telling rumours. That was personal experience.

"Correct, that's the one."

Knowing that Christie was involved in this, and introduced her, gave her a lot of faith. She trusted Christie that much, having danced with her for two years. Christie would not introduce her to some dodgy service, she was positive about that, and it seemed Christie had direct experience with these projects already.

The women continued to talk about the project and related things for another hour, Ashley trying to get more details than Angel was willing to tell. And finally Ashley was dropped off at the metro station, with Angel's name card in hand, and made her way home. She was told to take some time to think about it, and if she wanted to join, to call her. If any questions, Ashley could also call. And if no call by Ashley the offer would be over, Angel would not contact her any more. She was just to keep all information given to herself.



The Hunt Ch. 02



The burgers were good as only food in a small isolated place like this was anymore. The patties were thick and hand made and cooked to order, and the fries had never seen a freezer. Even the salads had more in them than lettuce and carrots. It made for a mostly silent meal as they paid well-deserved attention to the food.

The door opened and she glanced up to see who entered, then felt the blood slowly burn up through her face. It was the group from the road this morning. She couldn't look away as they each glanced around and eventually all noticed them, and recognition hit them each in their own way. She supposed she and Nick had made a fairly memorable image.

One man just grinned, dark brown hair in need of a haircut, but not overly so, stocky. She recognized him as the one who had been stroking himself through his coat. Go figure. A woman, hair short and styled even here, dressed in carefully pressed khaki pants and a shirt that looked like it had been in the wrapper just before the suitcase glared at her and looked away. She didn't quite catch the quickly hidden smirk on her male partner's face as she took his arm and walked him to their table. He was balding and his glasses slipped down his nose a little as he snuck one look back at her and Nick over his wife's shoulder while he seated her. His look was unreadable, a well practiced poker face.

The other couple looked good together. They had that indefinable comfort with each other and themselves that made them stand out. They wore denim and flannel, nothing fancy. Brown hair, his was a bit lighter than hers. She pulled hers back in a simple tail, his was short and fell in natural waves around his head. Their skin was the natural tan of those who spent time outdoors no matter the season. The woman caught her watching and realized she'd been watching in return. They shared a quick smile. Her partner's eyes were on the woman, amusement glinting there as they seated themselves. Points for him, he seemed more interested in his partner than the show, and not a sign of jealousy.

She turned back to find Nick grinning at her and the blush rose to her face all over again, though she couldn't think why. He glanced over at the other table and back to her, eyes gleaming. She didn't know what he planned, and didn't ask. Whatever it was, she had a feeling it would burn a lot of energy. She went back to her dinner, trying hard not to think about it, and to sit still in her seat. Nick's ideas generally didn't keep her sitting still for long.

"Lets go swimming." A glimpse of the small heated pool could be seen out back as they walked back to their room. Steam curled from the surface in the cold air.

"Sounds good love. Hot water after all our hiking today sounds very good." She leaned into his arm around her a bit, enjoying simple closeness with him. They changed into swimsuits and went down to the pool, dropping towels and thick robes nearby to get into the hot water quickly. The temperature out here was dropping rapidly with nightfall, but the water felt wonderful sliding over her skin and she sank back in Nick's arms to absorb the heat.

He nuzzled at her neck, hands stroking over her belly as he held her in front of him, leaning against the side of the pool. She sighed and laid her head back on his shoulder, happy and relaxed, content with the world just now.

"Oh no. I'm going back to the room. Come on Stanley." Her eyes jerked open to see the stuck up woman from the restaurant very definitely not looking at them, turning away with her hand on her poor man's arm. Stanley glanced at them, and at his wife, and at their friends, and didn't move.

"No, Marge. I'm staying. I want a hot soak. Get over it." He looked almost as surprised as she did as he shrugged free and joined his friends shedding their over clothes and slipping into the pool. Marge's mouth opened and closed a few times, looking vaguely fishy, then she went along, managing to stand behind her friends to strip and climb quickly into the water. She wasn't actually bad to look out once out of her pressed and starched to death clothes, though her swimsuit didn't do much to flatter her.

Nick shifted a bit behind her and she closed her eyes again, laying her head back, half dozing as his hands drifted over her. His lips caressed her neck and shoulders, his teeth rubbing along the edge of her ear softly and she moaned, barely a breath for him to hear. She felt Nick's fingertips graze the undersides of her breasts. His other hand drifted farther down under the water, softly teasing over her mound, touch light on the fabric of her swimsuit bottoms. She sucked in a breath as his hand drifted over her breast, flat palm rubbing her nipple, hardening it in the hot water.

Her eyes half opened and she looked around at the others. Marge sat staring stiffly at nothing while Stanley relaxed with his eyes apparently closed next to her. The other couple relaxed as well, leaning comfortably together in about the same position as herself and Nick. The man's head on the woman's shoulder, arms wrapped around her, his hands slowly moving underwater. The lone man sat on the other side, on the corner steps, one knee propped up conveniently screening his groin from any of his friends. He looked straight at her and his hand moved under water, stroking himself through his shorts. He met her eyes and grinned. She started to stiffen, then shrugged a little and gave him a quick grin back. Who cared if he enjoyed himself with a view of her and Nick? After what he'd seen, she could hardly blame him.

She settled her head back on Nick's shoulder when his voice whispered in her ear. "Go help him." The whisper took a second to penetrate her steam-fogged mind. Then it did, and she stiffened in his arms, eyes going wide to the man stroking himself, then turning to look at Nick. Surely he didn't mean...He kissed her, slowly, deeply, exploring her lips and her mouth, holding her tight. She moaned and relaxed into his touch and taste again until he pulled away to nuzzle along her cheek to her ear again.

"Go help him. Look at the poor man, all alone, sweetness. I know you can help him out." His hands on her hips gave her a little push. "I want to watch you with him."

She froze, eyes locked on the man who looked a bit puzzled. Then Nick gave her another push and she was swimming toward him, her mind blank, not believing she was doing this. She saw his eyes widen, and then his gaze went behind her. Whatever he saw must have reassured him because his grin got bigger and he reached out to take her arm as she neared, pulling her gently the rest of the way to him. She drifted against his body, her hand sliding along his side because that's where it landed, not any conscious control of hers.

"Well, hello sexy. What's your name?" he grinned at her and slid an arm around her back.

It took her a minute to find her voice. "Uh...you can call me Amy." She looked back at Nick, still unbelieving that he wanted her to do this. He smiled at her and nodded, his hands invisible under the water as he leaned against the side of the pool. She turned back to the man..."What's your name?"

"Joe." He was still grinning; in fact it seemed permanently plastered on his face. She couldn't help but grin back a little, nervous as she was. She startled as he took her hand and put it on his cock, hard inside his shorts. It was a fair size for most men, though it didn't compare to Nick. Very few men did. She started stroking him and he laid his head back and sighed loudly.

"That's it. I will not watch this. I'm leaving." Marge's voice cut through the fog in her mind a little and she turned her head to see Stanley catch his wife's wrist, a totally bemused expression on his face.

"Stay, Marge." His voice held no room for argument, his eyes fixed on Joe as he pulled his wife back to him, wrapping his arms around her and lowering his mouth to her neck. The woman gasped and started to pull away. He hauled her back and kissed her hard, her eyes big, body tense against him. Amy could have sworn the woman was trembling.

Joe groaned and she turned her attention back to what she was doing, her hand moving on his hard cock in slow long strokes. She leaned in and nibbled along his collarbone. His scent was different from Nick's, though she couldn't have described the difference. He tasted different too. She caught herself wondering how different his cock would taste and took a deep breath. She tightened her hand around him a bit, then let go and pulled the front of his shorts down, exposing him to her direct touch.

He moaned and lowered his knee and she heard a gasp from somebody behind her, she couldn't tell who. Her hand returned to his shaft, stroking him slow and firm. She felt his hips work, thrusting gently into her hand. He seemed to rise, and she realized he was letting himself float up in the water. His body wouldn't quite surface far enough to expose his cock on its own, so she wiggled around until her knees were under his back and butt on the steps while his neck hooked over the edge. His cock cleared the water just in front of her and without thinking she bent forward over his hip and took it in her mouth.

He moaned, low and deep, and somebody else gasped again. Amy's eyes flew open and she looked to see Marge staring at her as Joes cock slid between her lips. She was pale, but her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted. Stanley held her sideways in front of him, sort of floating on his lap, his face buried in her breasts. Her body was still stiff with tension, her eyes wide and Amy couldn't tell what emotion it was that kept them so.

The other couple watched too, and it was a second before she realized that their small motions where rhythmic. The man must be inside her from behind, though they were very subtle about it, looking the same as they had before. They both met her eyes and smiled as she sucked Joe's cock deep again. She turned her attention back to her task since Nick wasn't quite in her field of view.

The man's cock head glided back over the roof of her mouth, her tongue laving it over and over. She laid one arm over his belly, bending it to grip him at his base. The other came up between his legs to tease his balls and the skin behind them. He moaned louder and she moved a little faster, long strokes of her lips up to his head and back down until he pressed at her throat. Her fingers drifted back to his ass until she felt him tense, then she moved back to his balls, letting her nails tease the skin lightly. She sent waves of hot water over them where they floated just at the border between heat and the cold outdoor air.

He groaned and those balls drew tighter to his groin, his hands going to her head, pulling her down on him. She pushed him deep once more, then kept him there, changing to short deep hard strokes that ran the head of his cock over and over her tongue, in and out of the entrance to her throat. He shuddered and suddenly jerked, shooting hot salty liquid down her throat. His moan filled her ears as she ate him, swallowing and working his cock for each last drop as his hips rocked wildly under her.

"She's such a good cocksucker, my bitch, isn't she?" Nick's voice pulled her mind back to the pool and she let Joe go, letting his body slowly sink back in the hot water, feeling his hand stroke her back. He sighed.

"Oh, yes, she's a great cocksucker. Thank you for sharing her. And thank you, Amy, that was great." He leaned in to kiss her and she shied back, turning her head so he kissed her neck instead. For some reason, a kiss seemed too intimate, though why that should be after what she'd just done, she couldn't explain even to herself.

She looked back at Nick. He smiled and held out a hand for her and she swam back to him, pressing close and burying her face in his shoulder. "That was nice, sweetness. You're so good, I love to watch you. I love to watch you and then call you back to me. Mine, my beautiful baby." He kissed her, holding her head to him while he took her mouth to himself. It made her burn and her hips rocked forward against him, her body forming itself to his grasp. His other hand slid hard down her back and under her swimsuit bottoms to tease a finger over her ass and she moaned into his mouth.

Nick turned her around and put her back in front of him. His hard length pressed against her behind and she rocked her ass against him as his arms held her close. Amy's eyes opened and she once more looked around the pool. Joe basked against the side. Marge sat in Stanley's arms as he held her, his face still buried in her chest. Marge's eyes were locked on the other couple, her eyes still big, her breathing pressing her breasts into her husband's face, and Amy turned to see what had her attention so fixed.

The two remaining swimmers rocked slowly together, their positions the same as hers and Nick's, but obviously a bit more connected under the water. The woman lifted her head as Amy watched, the expression on her face sent shiver through Amy as Nick rubbed against her from behind. Their eyes met and the woman smiled at her, licking her lips as her breathing roughened. Then her eyes wandered lower, and Amy realized the woman was enjoying the sight of her and Nick as much as Amy was enjoying watching her. She found herself looking at the woman's breasts, so lovely in that perfect curve as her husband's fingers grazed them. Amy wanted to taste them, feel their softness on her face.

Nick's fingers grazed her breasts the same way, and she turned her head to see him watching, too, his expression intent as he stared at the other woman's pleasure. She felt a sudden twinge of jealousy and almost laughed at herself. Amy pushed her ass back hard against him, rubbing his hard shaft between her cheeks and saw his eyes lose focus and the lids half close, and she did smile. Then his fingers reached her groin and closed over her clit and she gasped and moaned, her head going back to his shoulder. His lips on her neck below her ear sent a warm shiver down her body as his fingers made her whimper, pinching and pulling at her center. She shuddered, her hands reaching back to his hips, head turning, lips seeking his neck and missing as he pushed her around to nibble at her ear again.

"She's hot, isn't she my love? Look, look at her..." his hand stroking her hair pushed her head around to watch the other woman once more. The other couple surged together as Nick pushed hard against her ass from behind, his hand clenching in her hair, holding her watching and her breath caught in her throat. His other hand clenched around her pussy, holding her pinned against him, hurting and making her want to beg him for more. The woman looked so sexy, her face slack, mouth open as her husband thrust into her from behind in the hot water. "You want her, don't you sweetness? She looks so tasty. But so do you love. She wants you too. See her look at you? See her look at my baby?"

It was true, the woman's eyes locked on her again and they shared the desire their men fed in them through their gaze. "Go to her my sweet, go taste her for me." Once more Nick's arms loosened from around her and pushed her hips away. It felt as though something should rip as she moved away from him, and yet this time Amy went as if something led her to the other woman's lips. She felt her hands slide over soft flesh and the warm fingers already there, and opened her eyes to the man's startled look past the soft lips pressed to her own. The handsome eyes lightened to a smile as soft female hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her close to the moving body in front of her.

Amy pulled from the soft kiss and slid down in the water, finding the warm breasts that her mouth craved just at the surface of the water. It tasted so good, the wet skin on her lips, the quickly hardening nipple sliding between them as she sucked it in. She felt the woman's moan in her mouth. Amy slid one hand down over the strong arm holding the woman's hips steady to find slick folds stretching and moving between taut legs. Her fingertips grazed the hard member sliding through them, then moved back a little to find a swollen center and circle it. A cry rewarded her and she lost herself in what she was doing to the body moving in front of her and against her.

A thigh slid between hers as her fingers moved back and around. Then Amy felt Nick behind her, taking her hips, pushing into her, stretching her as nobody else ever had. She bit down softly on the flesh in her mouth. The soft hard nub in her fingers stretched as she pulled and pinched it softly. Nick moved in her, deeper, sliding through her and her mind seemed to roll in the sensations. The other woman's moans echoed hers in and out of her mouth fastened on the soft breast, their breaths speeding together as they all matched speeds. She felt the cock between her fingers swelling, the clit before it rising, her own taking fire as fingers smaller and softer than Nick's found it. Amy came, crying out into the woman's chest as her own cries vibrated on Amy's tongue, the cock pulsing against her fingertips. Nick moved inside her, hard, thick, driving her through her orgasm.

Another cry sounded off to the side, high and shrill and they all startled, looking over to see Marge's head back as cry after cry echoed from her throat. Her husband stared up at her, as startled as the rest of them as the uptight woman gave her ecstasy to the sky. His hand was clamped between her thighs as she shook and shuddered. She bounced in his arms, her arms wrapping around his head, clinging to him. Finally she slowed as they watched, coming down a bit. Then she froze. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked at them staring at her. A deep red blush crawled up her skin and suddenly she was scrambling from the pool, grabbing a towel and running heedless of clothes or shoes for the building.

Her husband looked after her, and then looked back at the rest of them. Stanley tried hard to submerge the grin on his face, but it wouldn't work. He did manage to look worried for a moment as he looked after her, but the grin won out again as he gathered their stuff. He turned back to the rest of them, started to say something, tried again, then just shrugged, grinned again, and went after Marge.

The first snicker came from the man whose arm rested against Amy's belly. He caught her eye as she looked back to him, and they both snorted a little, then they were all laughing. Nick and Amy fell back from them into the warm water, his still half hard cock slipping from her though his hands never left her. Amy knew he hadn't cum yet, and knew the night was far from over for them, but there was no rush.

"Ah, I'm Sam." The woman pushed her shoulder length brown hair back from her face and smiled at Amy. "This is my husband Tom. And I think you met Rob." A quick smile flashed across her face as she sank lower in the water, leaning back against Tom once more. He reached past her to shake Nick's hand.

"I'm Amy and this is Nick. It's, um, been very nice to meet you." Amy found herself blushing, now that it was entirely too late for that. She glanced back at Rob and found him smiling too.

"I think we've had enough water for tonight, don't you sweetness?" Nick nuzzled her ear, drawing her toward the steps. "It's been very nice. Perhaps we will meet again before this trip is through." His deep voice always seemed to promise so much in its husky tones, and she shivered more from that than from the air hitting her skin as she climbed from the pool.

"Perhaps we will." Tom watched unashamedly as Amy drew her robe over her wet skin and suit and stepped into her shoes. She flashed him a grin and she and Nick headed for their room.



The Hunt Ch. 02



"...Mahkah?" The sound of my mate's voice brought me back to the present. "Please, do not dwell on that day. You saved your cousin. My father should have never demanded the sacrifice of a shifter female – let alone Weeko." Now dressed in a pair of skimpy shorts and a halter, I realized that Onawa had once again used our mating link to find out what I was thinking. Even after six months of being linked it was taking some getting used to.

Surging to my feet, I gathered her close. "I know. I just wish I could've done more. I'd give anything to be able to travel back in time and change the outcome. This war with your father's clan has cost so much." Rubbing my nose against her dark hair, I savored the fact that she was mine. She could've rejected my suit when she'd torn into me after her younger sister had abandoned the Witikó clan to join mine. It still amazed me that she hadn't - considering that her father was the Alpha of said clan. 

She pressed a kiss against my sternum. "Nonsense. If you hadn't stood up for your cousin, I'd have never met you – and you wouldn't have ended up mated to the baddest bitch in the Dakotas." 

I chuckled and released her as the cool night air picked up. Lifting my head I scented the coming rain, holding out my hand. "Even as bad as you are, it's time to head home. A storm is brewing. And frankly as much as I love running in our fur together, we'll both smell like wet dogs if we have to run back home through the rain."

Giggling, she shook her finger at me. "I will have you know I don't smell like..." her eyes narrowed as if she'd picked up on something. As the Alpha bitch of my pack – or soon-to-be Alpha, we were just waiting for the Council to recognize her place, Onawa's hearing was far superior to mine. 

"What is it?" 

Her eyes widened. "It's my father!" She gave me a hard push as a whine of the bullet ricocheted off a nearby walnut tree inches from where my head used to be. 

"Son of a bitch." I forced the wolf back and placed myself between her and the direction that the shot had came from. 

"That was only a warning shot, Sapá!" Takoda, the beta of the Witikó clan was a force to be reckoned. As a cougar shifter, I knew that he could easily rip my wolf to shreds, but I wasn't about to give up my mate to him. 

"This is neutral land, Takoda." I called out, edging Onawa back further into the tree line. "The council will punish you and possibly strip you of your position."

Stepping out from behind an evergreen, Takoda appeared dressed in traditional buckskins and cradling his Remington rifle in his arms. Nearly a decade older than my own twenty-eight years, he was fanatically loyal to Kangi since the death of his parents. I guess I understood why since the man took him in, but he was taking a real risk by bringing the gun into our sacred running grounds. If he were caught, he could possibly be put to death.

"Takoda! What are you doing! Have you lost your mind?" Onawa stepped up beside me, ignoring my warning growl as usual. "You won't have to worry about the council stripping you of your title - they'll skin your cat and leave you hanging outside the meeting house to set an example." 

Takoda's brow furrowed. "It's time for you to come home, Onawa. Your father wants you back – not running with this mangy cur. He has forgotten the sacred ways and is an abomination to our race." 

Next to me, I could smell the anger rolling off Onawa. As my mate she was fiercely loyal to me – even when she wanted to kick my ass. "More of that traditionalist crap." She folded her arms over her breasts – momentarily distracting me. 

"You are starting to sound as bad my father. We're not in the 1700s anymore."

While I whole-heartedly agreed with my mate, I knew taunting Takoda like this wasn't wise. 

"Enough, Onawa. There is nothing he can do while we're on sacred grounds without risking the wrath of the elders." I took her hand, preparing to lead her away from Takoda when another shot rang out. I grunted and stumbled as pain flared in my left shoulder. Onawa tried to hold me as I fell, but with me outweighing her by nearly a hundred pounds gravity was winning. 

"Dammit, you shot him." Onawa was on her knees beside me trying to staunch the blood flow with her tank top. She was now naked from the waist up, since she hadn't bothered with a bra tonight. My wolf pulled hard on my restraint. It wanted free to savage the man who dared look at his mate's bare breasts, but unlike most myths concerning shape shifters we weren't bullet proof nor did we miraculously heal when shot with metal by merely shifting form. 

When Onawa was suddenly jerked away from me – the grip I had on my wolf snapped. I shifted, yelping at the agonizing pull on my wounded shoulder. I nearly passed out from the pain when I tried to follow them. I howled as I collapsed - my front left leg unable to support my weight. Panting I shifted back intending to chase after them in my human form, but the cold touch of metal against my chest had me freezing. 

"Don't. I have no compunction against killing your sorry ass, Alpha of the Sapá." Takoda pulled the hammer back. He spoke to Onawa without taking his gaze off me. "Now, Onawa, the rest of the hunting party is less than a hundred yards out to the west. You'll go to them."

She shoved at him. "Like hell I will. My place is with my mate!" 

He froze, his nostrils flaring. "You lie." 

Despite the pain I was in, I smiled. "Use your nose, you bastard – or can't cat shifters smell the mating mark?" 

His nostrils flared and I saw the recognition in his eyes before his expression hardened. "It doesn't matter – she belongs to the Witikó clan - and unless she wants me to shoot you dead, she will do as I say." 

Onawa looked at me. I could see how torn she was – she wanted to stay but more than anything I didn't want her to get hurt and possibly injure the child I was sure we just created. I licked my lips. "Go, I'll come for you. The council won't let them keep you from me." 

Even aching from the bullet wound, I managed to push warm vibes her way, painting a picture of our child, hoping she understood what I wanted. I even glanced down at her belly while Takoda was focused on her. I wished our bond had more time to strengthen, because as badly injured as I was there was just no way I was going to be able to communicate verbally through it. It was just too new, too fragile yet. I let out a sigh of relief when she gave a subtle nod before she crossed her arms over her naked breasts. 

"I will go and talk to my father but don't expect more than that, Takoda." 

I watched as she strode off to the north – the direction her father's scent had come from. I was just turning back to face Takoda when he struck me. All I saw was the butt of the gun as I blacked out.



The Hunt Ch. 02



Sasha woke up on her belly on a narrow platform. She was still nude and fastened to the bench to two large straps across her mid section her hands handcuffed behind her.

"She's up, "a voice called.

Donna dressed in feminine safari wear entered. "How's my girl friend?"

"You are no friend of mine, "Sasha snarled.

Her blond captor laughed, "Deny all you want you enjoyed it." She opened a bottle of water and put it to Sasha's mouth. "Drink there is no poison.

Sasha drank slowly.

"Wise of you not to gulp. Today starts the hunt. Three bidders will have their chance to catch you." Donna peeled a piece of fruit. "Eat."

After finishing a piece, "You know I will kill them if I have the chance."

"Yes and if you do it only enhances my status."

"How is that?"

She smiled, "Do you now how many times Frisco ranted about that damm jungle girl?"

Despite herself, Sasha grinned.

"Exactly after all those foiled plots, I'm the one who defeated you. Donna stood up, "So if you kill them I still have their money. But for now bad girl it's time for a spanking.

Donna with a flat hand began her humiliation of Sahsa. The pain was nothing like yesterday, but her helplessness infuriated the heroine.

"The redness of your ass looks so inviting, "The villainess mocked.

"Free me and try to enjoy it",Sasha challenged.

"I don't need to untie you my bitch! Donna stuck a strap on in her mouth. "Suck!" she ordered.

Helpless to refuse, Sasha decided to make the most of the lesbian sex and deep throated it.

A surprised Donna sighed in satisfaction and grabbed her hair, "Yes my sex slut, you are learning."

"Fuck me," Sahsa said.

"Yes jungle slave, as she penetrated her."

"I'm yours Mistress1"

"Don't lie to me, "Donna said. "If I released you, you would kill me. But here another reason for you to win."

Sahsa was surrounded by three guards with tazers as she went outside where Donna and her three bidders were.

"Here she is gentleman, the prize Donna announced. Two were Anglo one Middle Eastern.

The Middle Eastern one said, "My offer stands, I'll double the offer if you just give it to me."

"What are you afraid of Abdul?" The German asked.

The dark haired man laughed, "Typical he wants to buy what he can't earn."

"American pig, "Abdul shouted.

"Enough!" Donna said the terms and the waiver were signed. Looking at Sahsa, "Fifteen minute head start now.

`Without replying Sasha ran into the jungle, disappearing very quickly.

From her vantage point in the trees, Sasha saw that her three pursuers had separated. Their desire for her would be their undoing.

Abdul walked with an arrogance that mirrored her dead enemy Frisco. Besides the taser he wore a sword.

Sasha threw a stone and the man looked in that direction.

He is no hunter, she thought scornfully. Grabbing a vine, she called,"Coward."

Abdul, fired without thinking and the Taser line went to where Sasha been.

From his blind side Sasha attacked. As she kicked him she saw that he was a fat parasite. Unlike many of his enemies including Donna he could not do a hard days work.

As horny as she was, he repulsed her.

"Please."

"You are a bully, Sasha told him. "I know of your culture, how it demeans woman and all non believers. We know of Islamic terrorism here!" Sasha grabbed his sword.

"I'll pay!"

"Yes you will." She replied chopping off his head.

Guenther walked slowly and tried to listen carefully. The jungle girl was a prize worth the risk. A strong woman with her beauty would be a memorable fuck. But he wanted more her fighting skill would be an ideal in a personal body guard.

He also had to keep an eye out for Steve Jacobs, his colleague and business rival. Abdul was not in their league but Jacobs would kill him to achieve his ends, which made them equal in ruthlessness.

He reached a clearing and saw the brush had been disturbed, picking up a stone he threw it in the middle of debris. It collapsed into a hole. Guenther looked into the edge saw sharpened stakes. The game had just become more lethal

As he walked backward a rope encircled his neck.

Sasha pulled with her strength, lifting Geunther in the air.

"If you struggle, your neck will break," she told him."Surrender."She loosens the rope as Guenther sagged to his knees. Quickly tying his hands behind him he was imobilized with the rope still around his neck.

"Strong but not bright, "She scoffed.

"What are you going to do with me," Guenther asked.

"I haven't decided," Sasha heard a noise and quickly gagged Guenther and than went back in the brush.

Jacobs had also been cautious and had approached from the opposite direction as Guenther. He saw Guenther tied up helpless.

"Very good Jungle Girl!" he called out." But Guenther and I are not friends. He can bake in the sun or get eaten for all I care."

"I did not think you would," Sasha said from behind him.

Jacobs spun but was ht by electric charge.

Sahsa strode over and began stripping him, "Just because I don't use modern weapons does not mean I don't know how."

Sasha had her two naked male prisoners tied in front of her.

Both were silent, wondering what she had in mind.

The Jungle girl finally ended the silence, "I have decided to be the user."

"User?" Jacob asked.

"Yes pretty man, you both wanted me to be your sex slave. You are going to be mine."

"Arrogant cunt,"Guenther said. "Men aren't.."

Sasha kicked him in the balls.

The German screamed. Sasha ground the heel of her foot in his face.

Looking at the American, "Nothing from you?"

No," he answered.

She grabbed his cock, "No what? Sasha demanded.

"No Mistress."

"Better"As she began giving him a hand job. As she kissed him, If I am sexually satisfied by you; you go free."

"I will please you Mistress."

Grabbing his head, "Than begin"

Jacobs needed no urging and stuck his tongue in her snatch.

"Yes, please me slave, "Sasha cried.

The American was skilled in sexual pleasure she though as pleasure came through her body. She had one orgasm than another.

"That is a good start," with deceptive strength she dragged him to her bed. Quickly tying him spread eagle, she mounted him.

"Now give me your essence."

"Yes Mistress Sasha." He began thrusting with all he was worth

"Yes satisfy me, "she cried."

The two went on for sometime, before Sasha was sated.

"Excellent slave, you will go free."

"Please Mistress Sasha may we continue."

"Yes my slave, you can begin by servicing my pussy," while I service your cock."

It was far more pleasant to suck the real thing as she engulfed him.

Sasha tied the unresiting Jacobs wrists behind him.

"It is too bad; we are not on the same side."

"We can not change who we are, " Sasha said." But know that I will honor my word. "She held up a flower. "The pollen will make you sleep and you will be brought back to the mansion."

"What about me"" Geunther groaned.

"You are going to be given to the Amazons," Sasha informed him.

Jacobs smiled at her lost conscious.

"Ms. Smith, you better come outside."

Diana had been waiting to see the results. She left the main door and gaped.

A naked Steve Jacobs had been delivered back to the mansion in his lap was Abdul's head.

To be continued 



The Hunt Ch. 03



Her moans grew louder, heading into the screams that Nick could always pull from her and he stopped. She cried out in disappointment and looked back at him where he knelt over her on the bed. He pulled out of her aching and suddenly so very empty pussy and stepped the short distance to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth rolled up. He held it to her mouth and she looked up at him, confused. "Much as I love your screams love, we don't need the management knocking on the door. Hold this tight in your mouth. Don't let go, or I promise you won't like it."

Amy had never been gagged before, but she opened her mouth and let him push the cloth between her teeth as his palm slapped her ass hard for her slowness. She started to yelp then bit down on the roll and the sound that escaped was a whimper. Nick's strong hands pulled her cheeks apart and her eyes grew huge as she felt his phallus press against her nether entrance. She closed her eyes tight and groaned into the gag as he pressed into her, forcing her sphincter to relax around him.

"Such a good bitch, my sweet love, you feel so good around my cock. I know how you like it sweetness. I'm going to fill this ass of mine. My sweet bitch, everybody wants my love but she's mine. This ass is mine, nobody else gets you here, my sweet, sweet love."

His hands tightened around her hips and her whine grew to a muffled scream as she bit hard on the cloth, feeling him drive his huge cock deep inside. Amy's hands clenched in the sheets, the long muscles in her legs taut as her body fought the sensations surging through her. Her breath whistled through her nostrils as he pulled back and drove into her again, relentless. She came, suddenly, hard, arching up off the bed to meet him, shaking, dripping sweat. The sounds of her pain and pleasure were muffled through her jaws clamped tight around the roll of cloth.

Nick fucked her hard, continuing through her spasms until she was nearly limp with exhausted acceptance of him. Suddenly he slammed his hips hard into her, filling her ass and surging his seed into her, groaning loud in her ear, arms wrapping tight around her. She arched her head back and screamed again, only her teeth locked in the cloth kept her sounds from filling the night as his orgasm exploded through her and brought her with him once more.

"That's it, that's it, yes sweetness, cum for me again, yes my sweet bitch." Nick held her close, rolling with her to their sides as they shook. "Let me hold you, yes, just like this, yes sweetness, let me stroke your back, easy now, easy love. I've got you, right here with me. That's it, calm down now." His low voice pulled her mind slowly back from wherever it went when he drove her so far. Her body shook, hard tremors rolling through it, tightening around him deep in her bowels from time to time. She lay limp in his arms, letting his voice and his touch be her world for as long as they would.

He took the gag from her mouth and reached to kiss the corner of her lips. She worked her jaw a bit, realizing how hard she had been biting by the ache she felt there. Slowly her mind began moving again, in spite of her desire to just remain in the circle of Nick's warmth. She shifted a little, farther back against him, then gasped as he slid out of her. She was aware of a slight sense of wonder at herself as her body tried to curl tighter as though in loss, her hands clinging to his arms around her.

"It's ok my love, I'm here, I won't let go. You're mine, sweetness, my beautiful beautiful love. I won't let you go." He pulled her tighter to his chest and she trembled, beyond analyzing the emotions she felt, only wanting him closer than he could be. She whimpered softly, no idea why. "Shhh...shhh love. Hush my sweetness. Nick's got you now." The warmth of his body holding her close slowly relaxed her and brought her down until she rested quietly against him.

"OK love? Better now?" Nick whispered to her, kissing her ear lightly.

"Yes. Yes Nick, I'm ok." Speaking seemed hard for a moment, then her mind was suddenly back. "I think we need a shower." She snuggled closer to him again, enjoying his arms around her, smiling softly to herself. She felt his low rumbling laugh against her back.

"Yes, we do."

He took her to the shower and washed her, his touch and voice full of the tenderness that was the other half of her reason for being with him. The warmth inside her left her floating behind a soft smile as she pulled on her clothes. Nick wrapped up in a robe and played with the TV as she stepped out the door. She hoped the managers were still up, a change of sheets would make for a much more comfortable night.

She hurried back from the office, her arms full of sheets. Rounding the end of the stairwell she heard a sob, and spotted Marge huddled on the stairs out of the cold night breeze.

"Ah, Marge...are you okay?" She paused, knowing she was probably the last person the confused woman wanted to see, but unable to just brush past her.

Marge startled, shoving herself back farther on the narrow stairway. "You!" Her face flushed from misery to a sort of aggressive bewilderment. The emotion suited the ruined perfect make-up that ran down her face out here in the late evening cold. "How can you do...that? How can you let that awful man treat you that way? It's...disgusting, that's what it is. No woman should be made to act that way for some man!"

Amy laughed slightly, silently, and sat down near Marge, hugging the linens to her chest. "I think you have the wrong idea about how Nick treats me, Marge. He is the most wonderfully supportive man I've ever known. He does nothing to me that I don't allow him to do."

"But he's abusive! He calls you names, he makes you do those things with other men! How can you call that supportive?" Marge looked at her in some sort of horror.

"He's not abusive, Marge. I've been abused, I know the difference. What he is, is dominating. He is that way because I want him to be. Let me see if I can explain a little to you." She collected her thoughts while Marge wiped her face on a kleenex.

"I've always been a very strong woman, believe it or not. A bit like you I think in that regard. I'm the one who fixes things, who makes sure things happen, who takes care of things and people. The one who's always in control, even in a crisis. It gets very old being the one who's always taking care of things. Doesn't it?" She glanced at Marge who nodded a little, unwillingly it seemed.

"I was always in control, even in sex. Oh, I don't mean I controlled my partners, but myself. I never felt that I just let go and let my body take over. No matter how good the sex was, it felt like I was allowing it. I always thought there had to be something more. Nick gives me that something more. He takes away my control, and makes me feel it, deep inside. He forces me to let go, and just let things happen to me." She peered at Marge, trying to see if the woman understood at all.

"But, why does he have to be so mean about it? And why does he make you go to Rob? Make you do those things in public, like that. It's just so...degrading!"

Amy smiled softly. "I told you I don't give up control easily. It's not just a matter of saying it. He pushes me, pushes my boundaries, makes me do and endure things I wouldn't on my own. If I truly said no, truly told him to stop, he would. There are certain things we have agreed will never happen, but within those hard limits, he takes me where he wants me to go. He watches me carefully, listens to me, knows exactly how I'm reacting and how to pull back or change direction if it isn't working. There is much more to what we do than is obvious, Marge."

She looked at the woman who obviously had no idea how to react to any of this. "Why are you out here, Marge? I have a feeling you are going through some changes, yourself, with no idea what they are. Maybe you need to rethink the role society has placed you in, and just relax a little."

Marge opened her mouth a few times, her face trying to object to this. She couldn't do it, and folded into tears again, curling over her lap.

"Come on, it's cold out here. Come inside and actually meet Nick for a few minutes. I promise nobody will touch you." Amy wrapped her one free arm around Marge and pulled the woman up. Marge gave her a token resistance, then went along, and soon Amy opened the door to the room and ushered her inside.

"We have company for a few minutes, Nick." Marge stopped dead still just inside the doorway. Amy nudged her forward a step and closed the door softly behind them. "Marge is a bit upset and needs a warm place to relax for a bit."

Nick raised an eyebrow at Amy, then smiled at Marge and got up. "Perhaps I'd better put on something besides the robe, then. Welcome Marge, make yourself comfortable. Can we offer you a drink? Amy, can get you something and I'll be right out." He stepped into the bathroom with an armload of clothes while Amy stepped around Marge and deposited the linens on the bed.

"Some wine Marge? Or something stronger, we have some vodka and cranberry juice or bloody mary mix if you like."

"Ah, yes, please, a blood mary would be very good I think." With Nick out of sight, Marge thawed enough to take a seat in one of the chairs at the small table while Amy mixed drinks. Nick had found a blues concert on the TV and soft music played in the room.

"Feeling a bit better?" Handing her the drink, Amy sat in the middle of the bed cross-legged and looked at her.

"Yes, I think so. I just...I don't know what's happening to me." Slow tears tracked down her face again.

Amy crawled off the bed and got her a warm wet washcloth. "It's ok Marge. Nothing will happen to you that you don't want, at some level. You're just going through a learning process. You've spent your whole life carefully not looking at parts of yourself, because you grew up being told they were wrong, bad. Now they're pushing into your attention, and it's a bit much to try and deal with all at once." She returned to her spot on the bed. "It's all you though. It hurts nobody. It feels good, when you let it. Nobody's pushing you to do anything you don't want to do. So let yourself relax a little and learn about yourself."

"But...I could never do the things you do. I just couldn't." Marge shook her head in denial, taking a big drink, almost guarding herself with the glass and her arms in front of her.

"You aren't me, Marge. What works for me has nothing to do with you. There are no expectations for you to do or like anything in particular. It's all about learning yourself, nobody else." Amy sipped her drink. "Has Stanley asked you for more than you're willing to give?"

"No! Oh, no. He made me stay at the pool, but that's all. He would never make me actually do anything. But what happened, it just, it was...I just can't face him until I figure out what happened to me. What if he doesn't like me anymore?" The tears ran slowly down her soft smeared cheeks.

"Hon, I don't know about you, but I saw no sign of him not liking what happened earlier." Amy grinned as the bathroom door opened and Nick came back out. She watched Marge scrub at her face quickly and try to rake her hair back into some kind of order, and sighed at her sudden tension.

Nick paused to lean over and kiss Amy softly and run a gentle hand down her back before taking the empty chair and sipping his drink. "Thank you, sweetness. Just the way I like it." He smiled and offered Marge a little toast. "Nice of you to visit us. I hope you're beginning to feel a little better now?" He smiled gently at her and took another drink.

"Yes. I'm fine, really. Thank you." Marge's nervousness around Nick was patently obvious, but Nick smiled and ignored it. He was first of all a good judge of people, and their needs, or he would never be able to give her what she needed so well.

"I'm glad. I know it's been a bit...startling for you." He smiled at Amy and took another drink.

"How can you treat her that way?" Marge's hand flew to her mouth as though to catch the words that escaped her, eyes wide and scared.

Nick laughed softly. "I can treat her that way because she allows me to, and only because she allows me to, and I consider myself incredibly lucky and humbled that she does." His smile to Amy was a soft, warming thing that she couldn't help but return, and for a second Marge disappeared to them. Amy went to him and knelt at his feet, laying her head on his thigh as he stroked her hair, gazing down at her. "She is one of the strongest women I know, and intelligent, and capable, and so very beautiful. The fact that she is mine by her own free will sends a thrill through me every time I think about it. She is precious to me."

Amy gazed up at Marge from Nick's lap and watched her expression soften for a moment, then cloud over once more. She sighed, knowing it was just too much too fast for the woman to accept quite yet. Marge shivered and pressed her legs together, hugging her coat closer to herself. "I should get back to Stanley. He'll be worried." She rose abruptly and moved past them to the door where she paused, her head down and eyes on her hand on the doorknob. "I...I just..." She stopped, opened the door and stepped out. "Good night." The door closed and the confused woman was gone.

"I want her." Amy looked up at Nick in surprise. He smiled down at her, fingers tracing through the long strands of her hair. "I want to see that one writhing and screaming in pleasure between us while her husband watches and learns how she needs to be treated." Amy laughed softly and nuzzled her face into his thigh, thinking it was unlikely to happen in the next three days. Which meant it was unlikely to happen, ever. 



The Hunt Ch. 03-04



03. Going for it.

The week following the meeting with Angel, Ashley had difficulty concentrating on her studies. She just could not keep her mind off Angel and her Hunt project.

Later in the club she confronted Christie about this, and Christie confirmed that she had introduced her to Angel. And that she had joined activities from this company before, and that she thought it was a reputable business. 

A week after having the discussion in the car she called Angel again, and told her simply, "I'm in."

The following weeks were possibly even more torturous for Ashley. Her flatmates even asked her why she was so absent minded. She asked for some more shifts at the Midnight Bluez, just to keep her mind off the Hunt project. Her flatmates knew Ashley was dancing, training and performing, and that the year-end exams were taking place, so they did not ask further. 

Ashley was also wondering whether she had made the right decision. She had decided for herself that prostitution is similar to a one-night-stand where you do not get to choose your partner, actually Angel told her that this would involve multiple partners, and multiple days and nights. Orgies and group sex were a major part of the event. And that did worry her quite a bit, how to deal with that. Could she distance herself from what all those men were going to do to her?

Two weeks after her exams were finished the project started. Ashley told her friends that she was going to her family for a vacation, and that she would be out of touch for the time being. She left home that Friday evening, went to the metro station where they had met before, and was picked up by the same car as before. 

Angel greeted her, and when she got on the car she noticed three other young women sitting in the car as well, all looking a bit nervous. Everyone was well dressed, as if they were going on a date. They were driven to a small nearby airfield, and were led to a small plane. 

When Ashley boarded the plane, she noticed the windows were blinded. Eleven women were on board already, she noticed there were no men. With the four of them and Angel the plane was almost full, just a few empty seats left. Ashley looked around the cabin. All young, good-looking women. 

"Hey, Christie, you here!" Ashley exclaimed, seeing her club colleague.

"That's a coincidence!" Christie said, looking surprised as well. "I didn't expect you would actually sign up for this event."

Ashley sat down across the aisle from Christie, and soon after the plane left. The blinded windows left them with no idea where they were going, and it added to the general claustrophobic feeling of the small cabin. With their phones and watches kept by Angel they even did not know how long they were flying. 

It turned out it was Christie's second time on this particular event, and that she had joined another event in the meantime as well. Having someone she knew around who had done this before gave Ashley a lot of confidence in the whole process, and made her feel a lot more secure. Christie told her not to be afraid, that the men would treat her well and that there were clear rules on what they could and could not do with the girls, and that overall she would likely have a lot of fun. 

The flight lasted indeed not long, about an hour and a half total, Ashley estimated. When they got off the plane, the girls could just make up a forested area in the dim light of the moon. There were barely any lights on the landing strip, this was obviously a small private airfield. That client must be really rich, Ashley thought. And it was a lot warmer than at home, a rather hot and humid night. 

"Here's the playing field," Angel said when they reached a tall fence. It must have been at least two meters tall, and in the darkness Ashley could just see the barbed wire on top.

"This fence is the border, this gate is the only gate where one can get in or out. The total area is just over ten hectares, that's a good twenty-five acres. There are trails everywhere, the main path from here leads to a cabin where you will be staying for the duration of the game. Everything you need is there. 

"For each of you I have a bag here with your name on it, and a pair of shoes. Now please put all your clothes and other belongings in that bag and put on the provided shoes. The bag we will return to you when you leave. And don't forget to apply mosquito repellent." 

And so the event started. A few minutes later there were fifteen naked women wearing just shoes busying themselves with bug spray, helping each other applying it to those hard to reach places that normally never need it. They all giggled a bit, feeling anxious, not being used to having to undress just like that out in the open. 

When they were done Angel led the way to the cabin, their home for the next nine days. 

A few minutes later they arrived. Ashley was surprised by what she saw inside. The ground floor was well furnished with sofas, a large kitchen with dining table, two large fridges and cupboards full of food.

On the first floor was the bedroom. A single large room, about half the size of the ground floor with the other half a roof terrace with lazy chairs for sunbathing. 

But there was just one bed, Ashley realised with surprise. Basically just a very large mattress that was put on the floor, for the fifteen of them. When thinking of having to share that bed with fourteen other women, all nude to boot, it did not look that big to Ashley. This was going to be quite an adventure. 

Angel gave a final briefing to the girls after arriving in the cabin, mainly to explain the rules of the game. The hunt had two sessions: two hours in the morning, ten to twelve, and then two hours in the afternoon, four to six. The men were limited to taking out three of them, the so-called "catch", but were allowed to play with any other girl they would find during the hunt. The catch of the morning session would be returned around three, in time to participate in the afternoon session again. The catch of the afternoon session would be returned between eleven and midnight. 

Angel rounded up the briefing. "Ladies, it's time for me to leave you behind. Do try to sleep well, and remember the game starts tomorrow morning at ten. There is a clock in the kitchen. I will visit you every evening, if there are any problems do let me know. If you need anything, you can also let me know then. There is an emergency call button here in the cabin, please use it only when there is a real emergency. Sleep well, and enjoy the hunt tomorrow. And I've got to say it again: no tree climbing and hiding in trees, for safety reasons. We want to keep you all in once piece. Goodnight!" 

And with that she left the cabin. After chatting for another half an hour the women all went to sleep. 

04. The first day.

It was indeed quite full in the bed, but not too bad. Ashley had a good sleep, until the next morning, when Jennifer woke them all up for breakfast. It was just eight o'clock in the morning. 

Christie told them, "The morning session of the game starts at ten, and you'd better leave an hour ahead to get to know the area a bit. You'll need it. There are plenty of places to hide but some are better than the others." 

They all left before nine, and went their own ways, spreading out through the forest. Many large rocks with gaps big enough for a person to pass through, at times dense vegetation, and a small river crossed the terrain. The terrain was rugged, but had paths literally everywhere giving easy access to the whole area.correct quotation marks

A horn sounded to signal the start of the morning session. Ashley had been wandering around the area until the horn sounded, looking for a safe place to hide. When she heard the horn she quickly hid herself in some thick undergrowth. Bad idea with all those rough branches but it was too late to search for a better place, she should not have been so undecided earlier as she had spotted places better than this. The men were coming. Her heart was beating in her throat, hoping she would not be seen, as she had nowhere to run. 

She heard the men walking around, mostly quite far from where she was. 

Then suddenly she heard a man's voice saying, "Got one!", followed by the scream of a woman. And then more men's voices running towards where the girl had been found. 

"It's a cutie!", "Nice catch!", "Good start of the day," they said. 

Answered by screams like, "Let go!" and, "Get off of me!"

Ashley got really scared now. That did not sound good to her. Her mind started to imagine all kinds of bad things those guys could do to her, sure Angel had explained the rules the men had to abide to but with no-one watching how could she be sure they would follow those rules? And even within the imposed limits there were a lot of unpleasant things they could do to her... she shivered at the thought, and felt her heart beat even harder.

"Let's park her at the gate and see what more we can find," she heard a man say. All she could do was to keep very silent and hope they would not find her. 

Time went on, and Ashley did not hear much. Just some voices in the distance but she could not make up what was going on. She must have been hiding there for at least an hour and a half, and was getting rather stiff and uncomfortable. But she had no chance to move, as suddenly two men were walking down the path right next to her bush. She held still, and could barely breathe. 

And then when they passed by one of them suddenly said, "Hey, got you!" 

She was found. The two men walked towards her. She could not move, could not do anything about it. She was scared stiff.

"Oh, look, she's playing dead," laughed the other man, while rubbing his hand over her the side of her body, down her buttocks and thigh, and back up again. "She feels good, man, nice and smooth skin, I love it."

Ashley shivered. Then he pushed his hand around her waist and lifted her out of the bushes. Ashley started to put up a fight but had no chance against the man's strong arms. He put her on her feet, then pulled her arms behind her and quickly handcuffed her. He remained standing behind her, arm around her waist to prevent her from running away. Not that she could run well, being handcuffed and stiff from lying in hiding.

"She looks cute," he said. 

"Sure she does," said the other man, scanning her naked body from top to toe. "Nice tits," he added, cupped one in his hand, massaged it and pinched her nipple. 

Ashley now started to protest, and tried to break loose, but with her hands cuffed she could not really do much other than amuse the men with her struggles. 

The one behind her used his other arm to feel her other breast, and confirmed, "Sure they're nice, a great hand full." 

Then he said to his friend, "What shall we do with her? We have three hot sluts already waiting for us at the gate, but we also still have some time left. The game ain't over yet." 

"True, we have our quota already. Maybe time for some warming up, what do you think?" 

"Sure, I'd love to get a better feel of that hot body," the man holding her said, and rubbed his hands roughly all over her body, giving her a hard pinch in her nipples, and feeling her pussy. The other man joined the action, she felt now four hands touching her all over her body. Ashley felt very violated, this was a totally new experience to her. She did not know these men, yet they just grabbed her and started touching her, completely ignoring her protests. She then felt a finger trying to enter her pussy, and tried to close her legs. 

"She's pretty dry, we have to work a bit harder," the first man said, and started sucking her nipples. She tried to move away from his mouth, fighting against the invasion of her body. But the men were strong and with her hands cuffed behind her back she was rather powerless against them.

Ashley actually started to feel aroused a bit, even though she was scared and did not really like being touched and sucked like that, and she definitely did not like the idea of getting turned on by what she considered as being raped. Yet she clearly felt herself getting moist. Why did she get aroused by these strangers' abuse? It just did not make sense to her.

The men continued to touch her body, sucking her nipples, and when they found out she had become wet they also started to finger her. Ashley felt disgusted, she continued to try to wrestle her out of the men's grasp, yet at the same time her body became highly aroused.

"Lovely body. Now go down on your knees, bitch, time you start doing something useful instead of just standing there and being pretty," said the first man, and he pushed her down to the ground. 

He opened his fly, and a hard cock jumped out, right in front of Ashley's face. She did not do anything, just looked at it with big eyes. 

"You know what to do, bitch, some action please, what you waiting for? Just open your mouth and start sucking already!" 

He grabbed her by her hair, and placed her head in position. Ashley swallowed, then slowly opened her mouth. Just at that moment the horn sounded, signalling the end of the morning session. 

"Damn, time's up," the man said, stepping back and pushing his dick back in his pants. "You're one lucky bitch, I'm looking forward to finding you again this afternoon, then you won't be so lucky." They helped her back up on her feet, removed the handcuffs, gave her a final smack on the ass and walked off. 

Ashley made her way back to the cabin, still shaking from the morning's experience. What would have happened to her if they found her earlier? And when the horn sounded they simply stopped, and even nicely helped her get up. She shook her head and walked on. It was a bizarre experience. 

Back in the cabin Christie was already busy preparing lunch for the girls. "Hi Ashley, how was your first day? It seems you managed to hide well. Emily for one wasn't so lucky, she got caught. No idea who else got caught but I do know they got their quota," she told, apparently being in an upbeat mood. 

Ashley did not reply at first, she just sat down, looking a bit dazed. With a soft voice she said, "I was found in the end, they touched me all over and were about to have me give them a blow job but then the horn sounded and let me go. It was actually pretty scary, having no idea what they would do to me, if they had found me earlier maybe..." She looked down at the table, not knowing what to do or where to look. She still couldn't get used to being naked all the time, nor to have all those naked women around her. 

Christie smiled and explained, "As you just experienced, there are rules. They can take out only three of us, and when the horn has sounded they have to keep their hands off the rest of us. They have some more rules, including no anal sex, no inflicting physical damage, must return the girls on time, and some more. I'm sure Angel told you already. And those rules are enforced strictly by the host, whom we only know as William, and hunters have been removed for not following them I have heard. If you find anyone breaking the rules you can complain about it to Angel." 

This made Ashley feel a bit more secure, but even with the rules there were definitely many things that they COULD do to her. 

The rest of the girls returned one by one, most of them looking confused. None said much. Judith and Jennifer, both having been here before, started to help Christie with lunch preparations while the rest of the women just sat down at the table. 

The twelve of them ate silently, impressed by the first morning's experience. After lunch they started talking again, sharing experiences, making fun of how the hunters could not find them even when standing close by, and trying to laugh off the stress.

Time flew, and just when they were about to leave and hide themselves the front door opened and Angel, dressed in a low cut, backless, white summer dress, stepped in with the three missing girls. The girls looked a bit worn out, and obviously had had a shower before being sent back to the playing fields as their hairs were still wet. 

Angel looked sexy in that dress, Ashley thought. But a bit weird to have her dressed while the rest of the ladies were all walking around stark naked. Now with Angel walking on flat sandals, no heels, Ashley realised she was actually rather short. Slim built with a rather small bosom, she was obviously not wearing a bra as Ashley could make up the shape of her nipples in the sheer fabric of the dress. Her straight auburn hair fell to just over her shoulders, and her narrow face was finely built with beautiful brown eyes, her skin lightly tanned. 

Angel started talking, "Hello, girls. As this was the first round, I've joined Emily, Phoebe and Janet to say hi to you all. I hope you had a good lunch and a rest, as it's about time to set off again. Tonight around dinner time I will come again and have some more time for you, and from tomorrow onwards I will visit you every evening. Everyone OK?" 

"Fine," it sounded from all. 

"Fantastic, now get going, the hunters are coming soon, and are eagerly waiting for the signal to go hunt again. And of course I should be out of this area before they get in," Angel said. Ashley and the other girls left the cabin and dispersed over the land, while Angel walked back to the entrance. 

Just when the signal sounded, Ashley had found herself a perfect hiding spot: behind some thick bushes there was a hidden gap in between two large rocks, and a few meters down a niche to the right where she could comfortably stand, completely out of sight. It was just too small to allow her to sit down so she had to stand leaning against the rock. From the entrance you could even barely see that there was a niche at the back, so a hunter just looking behind the bush would see an empty rock chamber and hopefully not investigate further.

This session she was lucky, none of the men came even near her hideout, they were hunting in other parts of the area. The niche was also large enough for her to move a bit, and keep her muscles from getting stiff and sore. 

When the horn signalled the end of the afternoon hunt, she crawled out of her nice, and walked back to the cabin.

When she came back to the cabin Ashley noticed that again three girls were missing. Jennifer, Sarah and Eva were not there for dinner, presumably caught by the hunters. Ashley started to feel a bit more relaxed overall, and started to feel less awkward without clothes. The only pieces of clothing provided were a few aprons for safety while cooking. Again Christie was busying herself with the food, chatting lively about the day's events with Phoebe, whose help she had enlisted.

Ashley watched the girls move around the kitchen, preparing dinner. Phoebe caught her eye before, when she came back with Angel. She was about as tall as herself, but slightly bigger built with a pair of nice round breasts, a good size larger than her own, but not as big as Christie's. A firm round ass, toned legs and arms, the trademarks of a dancer. Auburn coloured curly hair, large brown eyes, and a round face. Having nothing better to do she just watched the two girls moving around, their breasts swinging a bit with their movements.

Judith in the meantime told the girls about what to expect when caught. Which boiled down to: being taken to the entrance, where you had to wait handcuffed to a pole until the end of the hunting session. Then the caught girls, the men would refer to them as "the catch", would be taken with them to their nearby accommodation. Having arrived the girls would get some really high heels to wear instead of their outdoor shoes, and had to serve lunch or dinner, followed usually by an orgy. The ones caught for the evening session would first have to give an erotic show. 




The Hunt Ch. 03-04



Judith told this in a very relaxed manner, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Which in a way was reassuring to Ashley but on the other hand it also made her nervous. 

Angel came shortly after dinner, wearing the same attire as during her earlier visit. "The end of your first day. Is everything OK? Food, beds, shoes, anything?" she asked the group and got a affirmative answer from the girls. 

"Any questions? Feel free to ask. Anything." 

Ruby, a petite Asian with rather flat chest, completely shaved pussy and standing almost a head shorter than Ashley, asked, "I wonder where we are now." 

"I don't know. Honest, I don't know. The owner keeps that a secret. Also the men, his guests, don't know. Only the pilot of the plane knows, and we never get to talk to the pilot."

Emma, a full-built red-head with large breasts, was next, "What can we expect the next days? More of the same?" 

"Yes, pretty much. Tomorrow, Sunday, there will be more guests, during the week fewer, and next weekend will be most. But no more than twenty hunters, that's the limit. And next week Sunday, the last day here, is special. Then the hunt starts an hour earlier, at nine, and ends only when all of you have been found," Angel explained, looking at all of them. 

Furthermore there were questions about the food (plentiful), the weather forecast (hot and unstable), and more practical issues. Like why there was no shower in the cabin: they just would have to use the nearby pond in the river. 

That was it for the evening. The girls decided to have a relaxed soaking in the river, which was nice and warm, before going to bed. And just when they were about to switch off the lights, the final three women returned to the cabin, looking all quite worn out. 

"Horrible!" Jennifer said. 

"Exhausted!" Eva proclaimed. 

They did not say anything more but went straight to bed, with the other twelve following. Ashley was feeling quite nervous again, and it was a while before she finally fell asleep.



The Hunt Ch. 03



For a man who had been delivered naked with a head n his lap, Steve Jacobs was very calm

After getting dressed he was enjoying a glass of whiskey.

"Aren't you angry?" Donna demanded

Jacobs thought for a moment, "Not really."

Why not! Sasha humiliated you, you didn't capture her."

"True", he agreed. "But overall this was a profitable venture."

"How?!"

One she killed Abdul, I may be a criminal but I'm still a proud American. Abdul supplied weapons to rouge Islamic states. The world, including criminals needs these fanatics handled. Two Geunther is no longer going a problem, hard to do business when you are an Amazonian slave.

"And Sasha?"

"The sex was great."

Donna looked at him, "Since your competitors are out of the picture she is yours when I capture her."

"Well you better my dear; you made an error with this hunt of yours. You could have written your own ticket. In your position I would have killed her or broken her."

"I captured her once."

"Yes you did and somehow I think the Jungle Girl will want to pay you back." He got up," As for me I am leaving."

"What about working with me on this?"

"No, Sasha freed me; I'll take advantage of that mercy. No business interests here."

Sasha saw a small plane leave. She had been extremely tempted to keep the American as her sex slave. But she had given her word.

"We are ready," Tika said.

"Sasha looked at the Amazonian leader," The men are yours as is the German. the female is mine."

"Agreed."

Donna had sent her men out with orders to kill Sasha. No games.

These mercenaries knew the jungle but not like an Amazon did.

Tika screamed.

The forest erupted with female cries and the solders were overwhelmed by twice their numbers.

"One of her solders bowed, "We have them."

Tika looked at Sahsa, "Our business in concluded."

Donna flicked on the radio, "Report."

No answer

"Report!"

"Hello girl friend, "Sasha voice answered.

"Hello Jungle slut."

"I thought you would like to know, your solders have been captured."

"Where are you?"

"Waiting for you, do you think you can break me again?"

Donna grabbed a rifle and a hand gun as the lights went off.

"Where are you?" she demanded.

"Behind you."

The blond swung the rifle around and felt the butt hit her ribs staggering her.

"Clumsy," Sasha mocked

Donna drew the pistol and stated firing wildly

"That was rash", said a voice in the darkness.

"Show yourself so I can fuck you again," Donna yelled.

The lights came back on and Sasha was right in front of her.

"Good night" blowing the jungle pollen in her face.

Donna awoke, tied hand and foot. The ropes were thin but she was unable to get free.

"Don't struggle the vine constrict," A nude Sasha laid down beside her.

"What do you want bitch!"

Sasha stroked the blonds' hair, "Satisfaction, sexual pleasure, oh and of course revenge."

"You can't."

"Can't I? You opened my eyes to the pleasure of this. "Sahsa started squeezing her tits,"I am attracted to you slut."

"Then let me go," Donna said desperately

"I don't think so, and you may begin by address me as Mistress! Sasha began kissing her.

No."

Sasha bent her over and began spanking her, "You don't say no bitch!"

"Please Mistress."

The Jungle Girl grabbed her hair and slapped her face, "I told you that you were a whore! She continued spanking. "You are now my whore!"

"Yes Mistress."

"Better," It won't be so bad; you said you were attracted to beautiful women. It's just that you will follow my whims." Sasha began kissing her breasts."

"Ah," Donna was becoming aroused.

"That's my criminal slut," Sasha ground their pussies together and then stood up, "Suck my pussy!

Donna went to work, "You have opened my eyes to so many possibilities," Sasha remarked. "Yes make me cum! Yes that's it my slave."

The criminal was shocked to hear this tone from a heroine as she kept working.

Sasha squirted in her face, "My turn", as she pushed Donna on her back. Her tongue went to work."

"Yes Mistress", Donna said. "If nothing else I corrupted you."

"You have no idea, "Sasha replied. "The next part of your training begins now."

Donna screamed. Her insides felt like they were on fire.

Sasha looked at her with an evil smile, "Yes my slave, this is part of your sustenance."

"What have you done to me? Her victim gasped.

"The botany is the jungle is widely varied, this pollen has a non lethal parasite, and Sasha began her lecture. "You might consider a natural form of the addictive drugs you peddle. This one will need to counter." Sasha put an herb of her foot and stuck it in front on her prisoner.

"You're depraved; you are supposed to be good."

Sasha laughed, "The world will still think that, but I have my needs. Now! Lick your antidote."

Donna had no choice.

Sasha attached a leash and untied her, "You are mine. Let take this to my new playroom." As they entered, Sasha dragged her to the bench and attached the middle straps.

"This is where you made me" Sasha told her. She put on the same strap on Donna used on her. "You know what to do."

In a resigned voice, "Yes Mistress Sasha." Donna deep throated the tool. How could she be turned on by this? This primitive creature had won.

Sasha reading her mind, "That's right, Donna I said you were a whore. But look it this way," as she rammed the strap on in her ass. "You are a private whore; there is a male tribe I could have sold you to."

"You expect me to thank you?"

No", as she grabbed her hair and began pumping." I expect this will be a sexual journey for both of us."

"Yes Mistress, "Donna screamed in ecstasy.

"Yes slut, "Sasha answered. After another orgasm, she led Donna to a Sybian and sat facing her.

She kissed her," Now my slave lets enjoy each other." She switched it on high.

"Yes", they chorused.

Enjoying the after glow, the nude women sat on the sofa; feeding each other.

"I hate you, "Donna said.

"No one ever dominated you,"The raven haired beauty asked?

"No Mistress," Frisco wanted to, 'but I fought him off."

"Get me your I phone."

Donna stood up

"On your knees, Sasha ordered.

The slave crawled back and handed it to her.

"I am going to send a text to Jacobs. If he answers you are going to tell him you captured me and want to offer the Jungle Girl to him."

The phone rang and Donna answered in her usual confident voice, 

"So you got her?"

"Of course, ye of little faith."

"What is the price?"

"Double the hunt."

Steve laughed, "Nice attempt Sasha."

Sasha took the phone, "Can't blame a sex crazed warrior for trying, and you were a good fuck. How did you know?"

"Two reasons, the voice said. "One Donna was not arrogant and gloating enough."

"Work on that slave, and the second?"

"I am right behind you."

Sasha turned and saw Jacobs with a gun pointed at her.



The Hunt Ch. 04



Amy woke and stretched, enjoying the pull of well-used muscles.

They had needed a nap after last night. She smiled remembering. The hike this morning with the other group had been lovely. Since they'd all filled their tickets early, they strolled along the river in the crisp air, enjoying the sounds of the forest and talking quietly. It was a nice morning. So was the afternoon, before they dozed off. She grinned and stretched again.

She had barely walked in the room before Nick had been on her, pushing her against the wall while he stripped her roughly from behind. His hand in the middle of her back pushed her hard into the rough textured paint as he dragged her shirt off her shoulders. She gasped for breath and he yanked her jeans down. She felt his hardness press against her ass, his voice growled in her ear. "Whose bitch are you? Whose pussy am I going to fuck? Say it..."

"Yours Nick, your pussy, your bitch, I'm yours Nick..." she told him over and over, knowing how he loved to hear it, knowing better than to stop as his rough fingers opened her lips and he shoved his massive cock inside her. She groaned as he filled her, slammed her against the wall. One arm circled her hips and pulled them back to him, the other pressed her shoulders hard, held her there. "Your bitch Nick, fuck your bitch, please Nick, fuck your pussy, your bitch Nick, oh fuck yes I'm your bitch Nick."

He drove himself hard into her. She moaned loud as he stretched her open, slid through her tight walls. It felt so good, being able to forget about anything but him. She had no choice but to just feel him, nothing to do but to tell him and absorb the shocks of his hard thrusts. Her breathing was fast and harsh as she talked to him, moaned louder between words, begged him to fuck her. It wasn't long before she was screaming, writhing against the wall. He ground into her again and grunted, strained, his cock deep inside her pulsed and she shook as he came in her. His breath was hoarse in her ear as they leaned there, still.

She smiled as she remembered, and her fingers found herself wet all over again. Nick must have gone on down to the restaurant, or tavern she supposed it was. It was nearing dinner time, so she cleaned up and headed out to find him. The place was quiet as she entered. She spotted Nick sitting with Stanley. Another table of early diners was talking, and the jukebox played classic rock on somebody's quarter. Nick spotted her, smiled, and motioned her to join them.

"Hi sweetness, come here, come here, come and sit down." He pulled the chair next to him back for her. She bent and kissed him lightly as she sat. "How was your nap, my love? Did you sleep well? You looked so lovely when I left, I just couldn't disturb you, lying there, with your hair spread around you." He kissed her again.

She smiled, enjoying his attentions, as always. "Hi Nick. Yes, I slept very well, thank you. Hello Stanley." She smiled across the table and Stanley unaccountable blushed. She wondered what the two of them had been talking about, then had the feeling she didn't want to know.

"Hi Amy." He looked past her and smiled. "Here's Marge now." His eyes held a strange mixture of worry and fire as he looked at his wife. 

Amy turned to greet her as she walked around the table to sit beside Stanley, who said, "Hi Marge, sweetheart. What would you ladies like to drink?" He looked back and forth between them, and Amy noticed him start to blush again.

"Just coffee for me, please, Stanley. I need to wake up a bit." Marge asked for the same, looking more relaxed then she used to in their company, although she sent a puzzled look at her husband. Stanley went to the counter to get the coffee. The evening waitress was setting up tables for folks who were starting to wander in for dinner. Amy grabbed a couple of menus from the stand, while Marge watched a group head towards the pool table in back.

"Marge?" Amy smiled as Marge faced her again. "Don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry." She handed Marge a menu and kept the smile from her face as she looked down to read her own. The woman was unlikely to appreciate the thought that she was probably on it.

Dinner was good, as the home cooked meals here generally were. Marge even joined in as the discussion ranged far afield. Amy felt stuffed afterwards, and the folks in back were getting a bit noisy, along with the jukebox. "I think I'll take a walk. Anybody else?" She scooted her chair back.

Nick looked up from his discussion with Stanley, something about sports, of course. "Don't go too far, sweetness. I would hate to lose you to a bear." He smiled at her and pulled her down for a quick kiss.

"I think I'll join you. I need to get out of here for a bit." Marge glanced back at the noise coming from the back and kissed Stanley on the cheek, and then walked out with Amy.

Stanley's eyes followed them out. "You really think coming over tonight is a good idea?"

Nick smiled. "Sure. Nobody will make Marge do anything she doesn't want to do. You watch, I bet she wants to do a whole lot more than you think, or even she thinks."

"I just don't want to ruin what's started here. She's so confused, but opening up, too. I want her to let go and be the woman I glimpse from time to time." Stanley finished his beer and signaled for more drinks for the two of them.

"I think she wants that, too. She just doesn't know how. Let her watch Amy. She's learning to trust Amy, and maybe she's even a bit jealous of her. Let that pull her along, and enjoy the trip. She's a strong woman. She'll find her way to where she wants to go; she just needs to know where the road is."

"Maybe," Stanley was interrupted by a burst of noise from the back of the room as a game ended. Apparently it did not end to the satisfaction of the redhead who cussed loudly at her opponent and headed to the bar. The man waved her off grinned and shook his head and turned to the next game.

Stanley and Nick returned to their conversation, and Nick considered bringing a bottle of wine up to the room later. "I don't want anybody drunk. No blaming it later on the alcohol, but a glass of wine does make things more sociable sometimes. People relax; it gives them something to do with their hands, and something to distract themselves with while they think."

"That's true. Marge likes a glass of red wine from time to time."

"That figures. Amy likes white. I guess we get a bottle of each." The two men were grinning at each other, both growing more eager for the evening. Their eyes turned to the game on the TV up in the corner as the bartender turned it up and conversation drifted back to sports.

They were caught off guard some time later by the arm draped across Nick's shoulders. "Well, aren't you a fine-looking big guy!" The redhead from the pool table slid onto his lap. Her heavily lip-sticked mouth pouted then smiled at him as her eyes wandered over him.

Nick grinned a little and adjusted himself under her. "Why thank you, Red. You aren't so little yourself." He looked straight down her ample cleavage, obviously displayed for the purpose, then looked at Stanley and laughed at the expression on his face. "She is an armful, isn't she Stan?"

"Um...well...yes, I guess she would be." Stanley swallowed hard and grinned weakly, watching Nick and the tipsy woman in his lap. She wore a short tight skirt that rode up even higher as she wiggled. The sweater clinging to her form left little to the imagination. Stanley had no trouble guessing just how well she filled Nick's arms.

"Did those women go off and leave you all alone? I'd never let a big strong man like you get away from me!" She ran a hand up his chest, leaning closer to him, obviously waiting for a kiss. Her body was tight, firm and warm against him.

Nick grinned wider. "I don't think Amy's going to like you much, in spite of your obvious charms."

"Hey Rhonda!" The shout came from the back of the room. "Come on! Need you for doubles!"

"Oh go blow yourself, Johnny!" She yelled back over her shoulder, "I'm busy!"

"Aw Rhonda, not again..." the man turned back to his friends in disgust.

"Don't mind my brother, I'm more interested in you." Rhonda leaned in and smacked Nick on the lips, leaving a smear of bright red lipstick behind.

"Now, why would an armful like you be after a man like me, with all these young studs around?" Nick reached for his drink, and Stanley offered him a napkin instead, using his eyes to motion at the red stain on his mouth. Nick winked and wiped it off, crumpling the napkin.

"Ahh, they're all useless. No idea how to treat a woman. Most of the time, they can't even afford to buy a girl a drink." She pouted, glancing toward the bar.

Nick laughed and motioned the bartender to bring her a drink.

"Awww...I knew you were a real man. You know how to take care of a girl!" She turned into him and kissed his neck, rubbing her front against his chest. Nick buried his face in the lush red hair, and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh. The she gasped as his teeth moved along her neck. He sat back up as a round of drinks was delivered, and took a long pull on his.

Nick saw Stanley's eyes widen as he looked towards the door. Nick just grinned wider. Amy stopped near the doorway, surveying the scene. Marge almost ran into her, and then gasped and covered her mouth, big eyes looking to see Amy's reaction. The floozy on Nick's lap grinned maliciously at her over his shoulder and went back to sucking on his neck. Amy smiled slowly, and headed for the table.

"Hi, Nick." She bent over to kiss him on the cheek, ignoring the woman on his lap, and took her seat next to him. "Hello, Stanley." She smiled across the table, eyes flashing a little. "I think I could use a cup of coffee."

"Hi, sweetness. Enjoy your walk?" Nick smiled at Amy, laughter in his eyes.

"It's a beautiful evening out there. Marge and I had a very nice walk, didn't we?" She smiled at Marge as the other woman took her seat slowly, confusion on her face. "Going to introduce your new friend, Nick?"

"Of course, sweet. This is Rhonda. Rhonda, say hello to Amy."

Rhonda glanced over her shoulder at Amy, dismissing her with a glance. "You don't need her, Nick. I'll take care of you." She nibbled on his ear.

"Oh, now that's just rude." Amy stared at her. "If Nick wants to play, it's his choice, though I really don't see the attraction. But to just shut me out like that." She sighed a little dramatically and shook her head.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! If you can't keep your man happy, leave him to somebody who can!" She plastered herself to Nick's front again, not seeing his grin at watching the byplay.

Stanley and Marge were just staring in shock. "Amy, how can you...I mean...don't you...aren't you...?" Marge couldn't put together a coherent question.

Amy smiled calmly, looking at Marge. "Nick is free to do what he wants, of course, because I trust him. I trust him implicitly. If he wants this tramp, he'll do her, and then come back to me. I do have serious doubts that he's getting anything but some wicked enjoyment out of the situation, though. One reason I trust him is I that know he has decent taste. He also knows if he wants to get rid of the bloated baggage on his lap, all he has to do is say so."

Rhonda drew a breath to say something, but Nick spoke first, "I think I've had about enough fun with this one. Time for you to go back to your friends, Rhonda."

"What! Just because this bitch opens her big mouth with a bunch of high-toned bullshit?" She wiggled a bit on his lap. "But handsome, you haven't seen what I can do for you yet!"

He caught her by the hair and held her mouth away from his lipstick smeared neck. "Whatever you can do, I guarantee my sweet one can do better. Now go play."

"Let me show you, baby! I'm better than that little prude." Rhonda's hand slid down his chest to his crotch before he grabbed her wrist. Somehow her sweater had managed to pull down from one shoulder, a lacy bra not doing much to cover an ample breast.

"Amy, be my good little bitch and get rid of this for me, will you?" The redhead's eyes widened as Amy smiled.

"Don't think you're going to do an..." Rhonda screeched as Amy stood, grabbed a fistful of red hair and walked past Nick. She walked on and pulled Rhonda off balance and off his lap. Amy dragged her to the door, never giving her a chance to get her feet under her. Opening the door with her free hand Amy continued right through it. The redhead shrieked all the way and grabbed at Amy's wrist to try and get loose.

Amy dropped her in the dirt and walked back in, letting the door slam behind her. She knew the woman would be right back in. The bartender moved toward her, and the woman who owned the place and cooked came out the door in answer to the noise. The guys back by the pool table were laughing. The door groaned on its hinges and Rhonda screamed as she charged. Amy was turned to meet her, ready to side step and send her flying past.

The bartender caught Rhonda with an arm around her waist and let her own momentum swing her off her feet. He then grabbed one swinging arm as he set her back down, still cursing. Amy stood calmly watching.

"Enough!" The owner's voice cut through the noise, veteran of hundreds of barroom brawls. "Rhonda, I've warned you before! Get out of my place and don't come back. You aren't allowed in here any more. Jim, take your sister home."

"Oh, man! Why do I have to leave, Emmie? I didn't do no fighting!" One of the guys at the pool table slammed down his beer glass in disgust.

"She's your sister. You brought her here, I know damn well she's got no license any more. Take her home! You and your buddies and your sister have cost me enough of my good paying guests, I won't have no more of it! Out! All of you!" 

The woman, Emmie, wiped her hands on her apron and watched as the bartender shoved Rhonda back through the door, the brother and his friends followed sullenly to take charge of her.

"I'm sorry folks. Local kids who are way too bored. I do try to keep them from bothering my guests. It's folks like you that come here to my lodge every year and tell your friends that keep me in business. Rhonda and her friends just drink a few beers and shoot pool. They'll be back though. Really no place else for them to go 'round these parts." Emmie stood at the table as Amy sat down. "Can I get you folks anything else tonight?"

Nick glanced at Stanley. "I think we're ready to head up to our rooms for the night. Could we get a couple bottles of wine and some glasses? A Cabernet, and a Chardonnay, I think."

"Of course! Let me get that ready for you. You folks have a wonderful evening." She hustled off to wrap wine bottles and glasses and put them in a small box.

"Shall we?" Nick stood, taking Amy's hand. She smiled and stood with him, and watched Stanley offer his hand to Marge. Amy looked away when she saw the woman blush, not wanting to embarrass her further.

Bottles of wine collected, they headed to their rooms. Amy stepped in the door as Nick opened it for her and had turned to say goodnight when she saw Stanley gesture Marge in the door too. Marge stopped and looked at him, a puzzled frown on her face, uncertain. 

"Nick invited us over for a glass of wine, and a chance to talk where it's quieter." Stanley guided her in with a gentle hand on her back. Amy turned to hide her expression. She stepped farther into the room before she turned back to gather coats and hang them up. Marge froze like a deer in the headlights, unable to figure out where to run.

Amy sprawled on the bed, aimed the remote at the TV and looked for a channel with decent music. Stanley sat next to her as they discussed the merits of the available options. Amy declined the country music channel, while they both rejected MTV and VH1 as too raucous for the evening.

Amy heard a quiet pop as one bottle opened, and Nick ask Marge to get the glasses ready. She smiled. With Nick on the hunt, Marge didn't stand a chance. She could guess what Nick wanted from her, and leaned companionably against Stanley's hip and thigh as they talked, her elbows propped on the end of the bed near his knees. His hand came tentatively to rest on her far shoulder. She rolled it under his touch, welcoming. His fingers squeezed slightly and he began a massage. His gentleness was refreshing and she smiled while she flipped through the channels.

She heard a quickly drawn breath and then she looked up to see Marge holding two glasses, one white and one red, staring at Amy and her husband. Amy reached for the glass of white and smiled. "Thanks Marge. That looks like just the thing." She let her fingertips caress Marge's fingers slightly as she took the glass from the unresponsive hand.

Stanley's hand on her shoulder stilled, but didn't leave, as he took the other glass from his wife. His eyes locked on hers, he said, "Thank you, my love."

Marge reached for the remaining glass of red, while keeping her eyes locked on her husband. Nick placed it in her hand and leaned against the counter directly behind her. His hand fell on her waist while he lifted his own glass. "To new friends, new experiences, and fun in the woods!"

They all clinked glasses. Even Marge seemed to wake from her daze as glasses clinked into hers. She slowly brought it to her lips and drank. Her eyes never left Stanley's as she slowly leaned back against Nick, breathing hard as his arm slipped gently around her waist, loosely resting on her hips. He moved his lips near her ear, not touching, whispering to her, "Do you like to watch, Marge?"

"I...I..." she swallowed some wine. "I don't know."

"Shall we find out?" He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, and winked at Amy.

Amy smiled at Marge, unsure if the woman even saw her. She rolled over, looked up at Stanley, and ran a hand slowly up his chest. He gasped, finally tore his gaze from Marge, and looked down at her. A strange mix of fear and hunger and excitement filled his eyes. Amy gathered a handful of his shirt and pulled him down until he shifted to lean down and kiss her. They tasted each other slowly, electricity born of his nervousness and pent desire and the knowledge of Marge watching played between their lips. 

Amy liked Stanley well enough, but the idea of helping Nick seduce Marge, and even more the idea of helping Marge open up to her own desires was incredibly erotic. She wanted to see Stanley and Marge realize what they had in each other, wanted to see the birth of the trust that could take them so much farther than they had gone before. The kind of trust she had in Nick, and he in her.

She felt Stanley's hand slide over her breast, and he groaned deep into her mouth when she arched her back to his touch. His mouth slid down her chin and she rolled her head to whisper close into his ear. "You can have anything you want, do anything you want to me, except my ass. Nick doesn't share my ass." She felt his shudder as her hands slid around his sides, and he shifted around to lie alongside her. Then he propped himself on one elbow and ripped her shirt open.

She felt the change in him as she heard the gasp from above them. Then his mouth closed on her breast through the lace of her light bra, and she felt his teeth. He wasn't gentle anymore as he bit her and his fingers dug into her sides. Stanley was letting go of limits he hadn't known he had. She cried out in surprise and responded, unable to help herself.

Her body writhed and she pressed into his touch as he bit his way down her torso, his hands clawing her flesh. He moved to yank her pants off while she lifted to let him. Her fingers dug into his back and wound in his hair as he breathed her musk and bit her thighs apart. He ripped her panties away and she let her head fall back over the end of the bed, opened her eyes to look at Nick and Marge. She caught a glimpse of Marge's wide eyes and Nick murmuring in her ear before Stanley's mouth closed on her pussy. Then, she noticed nothing else as her body arched up off the bed and she let out a groan that was almost a scream as he bit her lips and growled.




The Hunt Ch. 04



"It seems you underestimated me this time. Sasha."

"So it appears.

He tossed her some restraints, "Secure your arms behind."

"This will be fun, "Donna remarked.

"Be quite slut," Jacobs said,"You do the same."

He looked at them approvingly, "Two beautiful naked women at my mercy." He attached a collar to Sasha and than a leash. "Crawl to me, my prize."

The Jungle Girl had no choice as she went over to her conqueror.

"Very nice, pretty girl" he said in a mocking tone. Steven gave her a passionate kiss that lit her on fire; then to her surprise released her.

"I don't understand." A confused Sasha said.

"It's simple", Steven said as he undressed. "You captured me, I just returned the favor. You know that this male can hold his own with you. We can have sex as equals."

"What about me?" Donna cried.

Sasha walked over pinched her nipples, "You forget yourself slave." Sasha looked at Jacobs. "I freely offer myself and my property to you." Sasha knelt, "Tonight you are my Master."

"Very well my slut on your back."

The Jungle girl eagerly obeyed and has her hands tied above her head.

"Donna, next to her on your belly." Jacobs began spanking the blond while playing with Sasha breasts and pussy.

"Ah."

"What do you say slave? He demanded.

"Thank you Master, sorry Master."

"Donna you did not come close to taming this wild beast."

No Master."

"Than you need more punishment." He grabbed a paddle and started whacking her.

"Ow!.

"Consider this your punishment for arrogantly thinking you would capture her twice." He started slapping Sasha's breasts. "As for my lovely slave, you asked to be dominated."

"Yes, I want to experience this male domination. I want to test my limits.'

"You shall."

"One advantage of you successful campaign, we have the entire plantation to ourselves, "Steven remarked. 

 He had hogged tied Donna and stuck a dildo in her pussy.

 "Enjoy yourself, "he said as he climbed on Sasha shoulders. "I felt how strong you were. Give me a ride."

 "As you wish, Master." Sasha began walking though the grass, while Steve swatted her ass with a crop.

 "I am so glad that I changed my mind at the last moment and stayed."

 "Why did you sir?" Sasha asked.

 "Kneel, "Jacobs got off and grabbed her, "No woman has ever intrigued me like you." He pushed her to the ground. "Enough with the dominance play I want you. Now!"

 She spread her legs, "I'm yours fuck me!

 He grabbed her hips and thrust in." You are my Jungle Bitch!"

 "I'm your bitch for now, now take me damm you!" As she grabbed his neck and brought him close." Yes" The pleasure went through their bodies.

"Oh ya, I'll tame you my slut! He flipped her over and forced her breasts on the ground. Sasha growled she had never let a man take her anally.

"I'll make you mine, "as he pumped.

They both had a great orgasm.

As they both rested on their backs, "I've decided something," Sasha said.

"What he asked?" he asked lazily.

She jumped on top of him, "Time for my rebellion." 

"So much for you being my slave."

"You don't want a slave," she told him. "You want an equal." Pinning his arms above his head and putting her pussy over his face. "Now suck!"

Steve needed no urging, "Yes that's it! I want it!" Sasha dominated him almost knocking him out with her smothering.

She got off with her back to him, 'I believe you call this reverse cow girl."

"So much for the primitive savage."

"I read Donna's B & D info after I captured her. Now give it to me."

He need no urging grabbing her wrists and pumped his tool into her.

Ah!

As she feel back, he grabbed the ropes and tied her hands together.

"What?"

He climbed back on top, "Your rebellion is over."

She grinned, "I need lessons in overcoming evil sex fiends."

"How about a lesson on sharing a slave between 2 Doms?



Walking hand in hand, they came back to Donna.

Sasha pulled out the dildo, "Thank you Mistress."

Sasha looked at her teacher, "What did you have in mind?"

Steve untied Donna, "It's called a spit roast."

Donna sighed, "I am the roast right."

He spanked her, "That you are slut. I did warn you about failure."

"I can't believe you are siding and helping Jungle Girl. We are more alike."

"No, you have no code, I always did." He reflected for a moment and then squeezed Sasha pussy gently. "I do think you need a name change."

She returned the gesture on his cock making it hard. "Name?"

"Jungle Mistress suits you better."

"Jungle Mistress?" she let it roll in her mind. "Yes it does, Slave you will now address me as Jungle Mistress."

"Yes Jungle Mistress," Donna bit out.

"Now", she said imperiously. "Crawl to the dungeon". She looked at Jacobs. "How was that?"

He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his midsection. "Better. Let's try a stamina test; I carry you while we hold a kiss. "They locked lips.

On entering the dungeon, Donna knelt, head facing the floor.

Sasha grabbed a strap on and fastened on her waist. "Suck cunt!"

"Yes Jungle Mistress."

Steve grabbed Donna hips and opened her ass cheeks he was already hard. "Yes Slave, you are now in your proper place." He began pumping.

Sasha grabbed her heart, "Deep throat it."

The two Doms went all out making Donna limp and weak. She collapsed to the floor.

"Enough Jungle Mistress", she pleaded.

No slave, "the brunette replied. "We are sharing you. "They switched positions. On your back," Sahsa rammed her tool into the blonds' pussy.

Jacobs leaned over and kissed his love, "You are a natural at this."

"Yes but I want to be fucked. "She withdrew and took off the strap on.

Jacobs through her roughly on the bed and climbed on top.

********

Sasha woke up, the bed was empty. Her slave was in her cage wearing a frown.

"You can't mean to keep me.," she cried,

"Yes I am", Sasha replied as she went outside. "I said you were going to jail. I am your judge, and my ruling is sex slavery for you."

She went outside and saw the man she was attracted to, sitting on the beach and looking pensive.

Sitting next to him and resting her head on his shoulder. "What are you thinking?"

He looked at her very seriously, "Our future."

To be continued



The Hunt Ch. 04



"You are a lucky woman, Marge. I've never seen Amy react that way to a man other than me." Nick nuzzled her neck. "You must be one hell of a woman for him to love you like he does."

Marge let out a sobbing gasp and twisted suddenly around to kiss Nick hard. There was no subtlety in it, no exploration, just a desperate hunger. He let her for a moment while his arms slid slowly around her, one at her waist, one under her arm and up between her shoulders to bury his hand in her hair. Then he closed his fist in her hair, pulled back enough to let her feel his grip, and took control of the kiss. He explored her mouth in a leisurely, unstoppable fashion. When he was done, she was shaking in his arms. He pulled back and let his low voice caress her. "Not yet, sweet one. First we watch some more." He turned her around, her resistance meaning nothing in his strong arms. Once more she stood with her back to Nick, looking down at Amy and Stanley.

Red marks stood out on Amy's smooth skin, tracking Stanley's path down her body, bite marks and trails where his fingers had dragged over her. Some of them would bruise. Amy's fists were clenched in the bedspread, her breathing ragged and her body tense as Stanley amused himself with her. She cried out and her hips rose from the bed as he bit and pulled on her clit. Stanley's arm across her hips slammed her back down and she gasped as her head rolled back and forth.

He let go suddenly and rose to his knees, pulled off his shirt and opened his pants and stepped off the side of the bed to let them fall. He stood naked and erect, eyes bored into Marge's as he breathed hard, standing there. Then he reached over and dragged Amy's hips toward him, his other hand on her shoulder turning her over. She struggled to respond to his tactile demands and ended on her knees, her shoulders on the bed. Stanley's hand in her hair and elbow in her back held her there as he guided himself into her.

He slapped her ass hard and rammed himself in, burying his cock inside her. Amy gasped and cried out again, unable to look at anything but the bed as he held her down. He took her savagely, letting go of a long time of built up frustration. Amy could take it. He didn't know if Marge could. He looked up at Marge, and his eyes said more than he would have wished, more than he could hold back, they pleaded with her.

Her tears dripped on Nick's arm as she trembled and watched her husband. She never knew he could be this...never knew how much he held back for her. She suddenly wondered if she could be enough for him. Marge had never once wondered such a thing before.

She watched Amy as Amy moaned, lost in the effort of dragging in breath against the pressure on her back, and meeting Stanley's thrusts inside her. She hadn't expected this brutal onslaught from him. It excited her as she felt how much he was let go of himself with her. His cock sliding inside of her felt good, even as his hips beat on her ass in thrust after thrust. She felt a shudder build inside her and keep building, and suddenly she came. Amy cried out into the bed as her pussy milked the hard length inside her.

Nick watched Amy in surprise. She rarely had an orgasm with anybody but him, but then, very few of them went at her like Stanley was. Marge trembled in his arms as she watched Amy shake and clutch the bed in her husband's grip. Nick decided it was time, and his mouth moved to graze down her neck. He licked and sucked gently, then harder as the tremors in Marge increased. One arm slid down her body, pulling her hips back against him, letting her feel his erection against her ass. She startled a little in his grip, and then shoved hard back against him and rubbed against his cock. He growled in her ear and slid his hand between her legs, cupped her mound and squeezed lightly, in rhythm with Stanley's abandoned fucking.

Nick unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her shoulders, his lips trailed along the top. Marge shivered, pressed back hard and rubbed her ass against him. Her eyes were locked on Stanley and Amy. He ran his hand down and loosened her trousers, and guided them off the rounded swells of her hips. She let them fall, though he felt the tension in her body increase in his arms. Nick caressed her, teased her with his lips while she watched her husband.

Stanley seemed to be venting something he'd pent up for long years. He pounded at Amy, hands clenching on her breasts. His teeth held her shoulder and every line of his body showed intensity as he buried himself inside her. Amy cried out, moaned, and shook under his onslaught. He seemed unaware of her, lost in his own urgent catharsis.

Amy rolled her eyes up to see Nick and Marge. Marge's eyes were wide with an odd mixture of emotions she couldn't decipher, but she saw lust as part of it. Her eyes moved down as Amy watched Nick's fingers slide through Marge's lips, then she dropped her head to her arms and braced herself against Stanley. The man was so intense, his grip on her hips was bruising, but his cock was making her shudder. The feeling of being filled and needed so intently was an undeniable turn on, and Marge's eyes...Amy shuddered again and moaned.

The next time she opened her eyes, Marge and Nick were on the second bed. Marge knelt, facing her, and watched Stanley lose himself in her. Nick was behind her, and Amy watched as he ducked down to bury his face in Marge. The woman's eyes widened and she gasped, a wave of tension going through her. Her jaw dropped and she drew a breath, for a scream, a moan, a protest...Amy couldn't tell which. But then Marge's eyes focused on Amy again, and traveled up to Stanley, and back down to Amy, and a fierce determination filled her face.

Marge closed her eyes and lowered her head for a moment, her body subtly shifting, relaxing and tensing both, and slowly a low moan escaped her lips. She looked back up at Stanley and Amy, a hurt desperation under the lust beginning to fill her eyes. She moaned again, her eyes lost focus to whatever Nick was doing behind her. She pushed back, licking her lips, and Amy saw her back flex as she pressed against Nick's mouth.

He pulled back a bit, smiling. "Yes, that's it..." he licked her again. "Get into it, let yourself go..." 

His head dropped again and he began running his tongue over her clit and into her passage, over and over, doing his best to drive her wild. Nick's large hands held her hips firmly, not that she was trying to pull away, but he wanted her to have that feeling of being pulled into it. He felt the moan ripple through her body and the change in her tension as she sank into full arousal. He didn't pause. Nick wanted Marge shaking and begging for it before he took his tongue away from her. She needed to know how wanton she could get, needed to know she could let go and still be herself.

He was so damned hard. Nick found himself aching, wanting to fuck this woman while she screamed and begged. Waking her up to herself was a rush, watching Amy get pounded by Marge's husband was hot...watching Marge watch them was incredible. He could feel Marge wanting to be Amy, wanting to be the sexy woman over there, eyes rolling up into her head as the hard cock inside her drove her to another shuddering orgasm.

He drove his tongue deep inside Marge again, rubbed it around the walls of her canal, and felt her tighten around him. Then he pulled back and licked roughly between her lips over her clit. Nick curled the tip of his tongue over the swollen bud and circled it, then moved it back inside her. He loved the way her hips started rocking, and he felt the trembling begin deep inside her. She was wet; her juices and his saliva ran down her thigh as he lapped at her. She was mumbling something. He couldn't quite hear her, but he felt her. She was like a live wire, taut and shivering, and he almost expected the surge building in her to arc. He tightened his grip on her and pulled her back on his tongue and she groaned and shook. She was on the edge and then he stopped, moving back from her.

"Oh no..., fuck no..., don't stop, please..., fuck me, oh fuck, please, no..." Marge's voice became a stream of pleading, and she pushed her body at Nick.

He knelt up and pressed his hardness into her crease, leaning over her to massage her full breasts. He caught her nipple between his fingers and rubbed himself against her. "Easy sweet...not yet. Look at them, look at my sweet Amy. Look at what Stanley has done to her. Beautiful, isn't she?" He held her trembling body against him, his voice brought her eyes back to the other couple, pulled her back from the edge of her own newly released lust, made her look at it, deal with it.

Amy was covered in sweat, her eyes vacant and half rolled back. She shuddered constantly. Her long hair stuck to her in strands, one trailing across her lips as she grunted and moaned. Beads of moisture trailed down her sides as Stanley moved in her, his own body drenched. His eyes locked on Marge, wide and dilated.

"Do you want him to see what you can be, Marge? Stanley needs you, Marge, he needs you to open up for him, he needs you to want him. Show him Marge, show him what you can be for him." Nick's voice in her ear brought a groan from deep inside her. She whimpered, dropped her head and pushed back at him.

Nick rose up and held her by the hip in one hand. His other hand moved the head of his cock to her entrance, and he slowly, relentlessly pressed into her. Her head came up, eyes wide and unfocused, a strange sound coming from her throat as he stretched her wide. "That's it sweet, take it. Take it all. Show Stanley you can do it."

Marge gave a soft cry and shoved herself back on him, forcing him most of the way inside her. She began moving, fucking back onto his cock, her cries climbing with every thrust. Nick let her do it, braced to meet her, then thrust into her even harder, until he filled her with each rocking movement, hips slapped against hers. She was so tight, so hot, her body shook, tightened in his hands as her voice climbed. Nick saw Amy focus and watch as she began to scream. Amy smiled a little, her eyes went to Nick and watched him, let him see what she felt for him even as he took Marge.

Marge's pussy suddenly clamped down around his cock and she froze and screamed for real. Nick arched his back, head falling back, his eyes closing as he let himself cum with her. It surprised him; the combination of his sweet Amy's regard and Marge's new won submission had him there so fast. He heard Amy and Stanley cry out and opened his eyes just in time to see Stanley convulse against Amy as he finally let go into her. Marge screamed again and collapsed her head and shoulders to the bed. Her hips were held up in Nick's grasp as he finished in her and eased her down to her side, stroking her softly.

Stanley collapsed over beside Amy who lay near him. Nick could see slow shudders running down her body from time to time as her breathing slowed. He waited for his own to breathing to calm, then stood. Scooping Marge into his arms, he carried her around the other bed and laid her with Stanley, and drew a sheet over them. Stanley looked up at him, a bewildered expression in his eyes. "Hold her. She needs you badly right now." Nick watched a moment until Stanley tore his eyes away and rolled to fit himself to his wife, holding her close.

Amy curled into his arms as he took her back to their own bed and held her tight against him. She kissed his shoulder lightly and wrapped her arms around him. She felt sated, and amused, and glad to be back with the right pair of arms holding her. Smiling, she whispered to him, "Enjoy your hunt, my love?" She quietly joined the deep chuckle that rumbled through the chest under her ear.



The Hunt Ch. 05



"The future is that you belong to me, pretty man," Sasha responded.

Jacobs kissed the back of her neck, my soul does but where do we go from here? I don't intend to spend of my life here, while you battle evil doers"

Sasha giggled," You watch too many movies, let me reassure you. My work is about done. My real name is Marta Vega."

"Vega? That means."

Yes," she looked at the plantation. "This rightfully belongs to me."

"So Marta,"

"I prefer Sasha or Jungle Mistress."

"So Sasha what happened?

"I managed to escape the mass killings when I was only ten.

"How did you survive?" he wondered

"The former Amazon leader knew who I was. She needed an outside agent to rid the area of the intruders. We made a deal, I would be trained and be provided knowledge of the jungle and its herbs. In return I would destroy Frisco and his group."

"Which you did."

"Not before he killed my mentor, the revenge was for both of us."

"And what are your intentions now?"

"To serve my needs," she kissed him. "And yours."

"So a life of hedonism for you?"

"I deserve it, now your turn."

"My turn?"

"What kind of criminal are you? I could not find anything on you?"

"I am a meddler, thievery is just the part that allows my my lavish lifestyle.

If I see a cause or someone that needs to be taken out I get involved"

"So you killed?

He grabbed her shoulders, the men and woman I've eliminated were as bad as Frisco."

"You can be a little terrifying."

Good that I can awe the Jungle beauty, any other questions?"

"Yes, why does a talented sexy man need a sex slave?"

Pulling her on top of him, Well Jungle Mistress, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a worthy woman?"

"As difficult as a worthy man?"

"Exactly, so I figured if I could not find one; at least have a woman who served my needs, was beautiful and could fight. He kissed her. "I did not plan to fall under her spell."

Sasha slid down and mounted him, "Then let's make some magic."

Jacobs started massaging her breasts, gently squeezed her nipples.

"Ah, umm."

"Please!"Damm,"Sasha muttered," I forgot to give her the antidote." She rushed to her slave and handed her the herb.

"What is that, "Jacobs asked her?

The bitch addicted me, "Donna spit out. "She is no better than Frisco or me."

Sasha looked at them both, "Never underestimate a vengeful woman. Get out of the cage you are going to set up a video conference with Frisco's associates."

"You're mad, they won't be happy."

"I don't expect they will, "Steve commented.

Donna activated the set up," May I get dressed Jungle Mistress?"

"No slave," she responded. "I want them to know who they are dealing with."

The screen came on and an Asian man cam eon. He frowned, "You might dress appropriately for business Donna."

Sasha came into view, "She has no choice. May I ask who am I addressing?"

"Ah the infamous Jungle Girl, it seems you were underestimated twice. Donna your life expectancy is not long." He nodded to Sasha, I am Kenzo Osaka."

"My real name is Marta Vega."

He peered closely, "Yes I see the resemblance. So what is the reason for your communication?"

"To let you know that my quarrel was strictly with this organization and I have no issue with you."

Osaka laughed, "So you think you can just a walk away.

Abdul's head hit the table and Steve entered the picture.

"Osaka san"

"Jacobs san? Are you her prisoner?

"No her allie."

"You have not made a wise choice", the Asian crime lord responded.

"Consider this do you want me as an enemy? Sasha asked.

"You over estimate your selves."

Donna surprisingly interrupted. "Consider that I have access to Frisco's records with you and I will give them to my mistress."

"Mistress?" You have made your choice all, three of you. Just stay out of my sphere of influence." The signal ended.

"Explain yourself!" Sasha demanded

"May I speak without the Mistress jargon?" Donna asked.

She sighed, "You may."

Donna sat down facing Sasha and Steven, "You have boxed me into a corner."

"She has a point, "Steve said stroaking Sasha's hair.

"Continue," Sasha told Donna.

"I can be an asset to you two. I have connections and my abilities." Donna knelt ay Sasha's feet." Even if this earns me punishment, Jungle Mistress I did sexually break you first."

Sasha looked at Jacobs, "It's true she did."

Jacobs grabbed Donna and dragged her to the other side of him and squeezed them both, "I think we are going to have a lot of fun."

"And I think it is time for the woman to be in charge, "Sasha announced.

Jacobs allowed himself to be led to an open room. There the two beauties bent him over and secured his wrists.

Sasha stroked his naked back, "Pretty male, you enjoyed punishing us earlier didn't you?

"Yes Jungle Mistress", he admitted.

"I think he needs to understand, we can dish it out," Donna pointed out.

"Agreed," as the brunette hit his right ass cheek.

The blond hit the left, "You could have teamed with me."

"But thane we would be able to share him, "Sasha said

"True," Donna replied hitting him again.

"Thank you Mistress.

"The two Doms alternated making his ass bright red.

"Now worship my slave's breasts," as she picked up a paddle and started a rapid tapping.

"Oh yes," Donna cried

"Switch," Donna picked up a rattan cane

"Ow!"

"Less talk, "Sasha instructed as she buried his face in her breasts.

"Don't know about you Sasha, but my pussy needs some attention."

"Mine too."

Jacobs had hit hands tied behind his back and his knees and ankles tied; the woman spread their legs across the floor.

"Now lick," The Jungle Mistress ordered, as she kissed Donna.

His talented tongue satisfied his two captors as they cummed over him.

Finally they released him.

"You two are vicious; remind me again why I did not just enslave you when I had the chance?"

"Because you have managed to eliminate some of that boring machismo and want a partner" Sasha said. "And our sex slave partner here is someone with a brain. To match her looks."

"This sex slave is in need of more sex."

"So is your Mistress," Sasha responded. She pointed to the bed. "On it we are going to enjoy that cock.

"Mistress first", Sasha kneeled as Jacobs mounted her.

Steve started pumping hard putting out some of his pent up energy. He nodded to Donna who began kissing him.

"Yes take it my slut!"

"Give it too me!"

Sasha sagged to her belly. Jacobs grabbed Donna and pushed on her back.

"Yes, she examined as he penetrated her pussy.

Sasha climbed onto of her face, "Lick my slut."

Donna went to work as Sasha and Steve passionately kissed.

.

The naked trio ate a late breakfast,"What's on the agenda?" Donna asked.

"First eat this," Sasha handed her a different herb.

"What this?"

"The true antidote, I was going to give it to you in a few weeks after I felt you had been punished enough."

Donna ate it.

"You are free to leave if you want." Sasha said.

If you two don't mind having a third wheel, I'll stay."

"Glad to have you, after being so selfless my sexual appetite is huge."

Steven looked at Donna," What did you do to her."

"She made me her fuck toy" Sasha kissed Donna. "And I won't mind another go another round where you are the Mistress."

"Before that, turnabout if fair play; you two belong to me later. But to business. We have two things to do. See up Osaka info into some internet alerts for our own safety and security. You need a new ID."

"We also to have dig up my late father's diamond stash."

"Diamonds?" Donna asked.

"A fair amount," Sasha answered. "Enough so we can explore our hedonistic desires for a long time."

"Best place to sell diamonds is Amsterdam" Donna noted

"I believe there is dungeon we can buy afterwards."



The Hunt Ch. 05-06



05. Appetiser.

Sunday morning broke, and it was again Jennifer that woke them all up. 

How can that girl get up so early all the time? Ashley wondered. She felt a bit exhausted, as she did not sleep well last night, sharing the bed sleeping in between two naked women who now and then would roll against her in their sleep. It felt strange and a bit awkward. She had never touched a naked woman just like that.

The sun was out in force, it was promising to be a hot day. Ashley returned to the same hideout she discovered the previous day. This time there were obviously more hunters, she heard men's voices all over the place. Some also came close to her hideout but she remained undiscovered. After a while she heard a woman's scream not too far from where she was hiding - that must be one of the girls being rounded up. Ashley was rather relaxed by now, she started to get used to the idea and did not think anyone would be able to find her there, and time slowly passed. But then she heard two men nearby, getting closer. 

"Quite some good places for a chick to hide here," one of the men said. 

"Sure, I've found some in between these rocks before," the other man replied. 

"So let's do a good search, see what we can find," the first man said. 

Ashley stiffened, and felt her heart in her throat again. Would they find her? These men have been here before obviously. Are they regulars? So they know all hiding places? Is there really no-where to hide? 

She heard the man rumble around, and then heard the bushes at her place being pushed aside. 

"No-one here," she heard, and relaxed a bit. 

"Did you look deeper down? You really have to go in there to check it out," the other voice said. 

Dammit! Ashley thought. That guy really knows what he is doing.

"OK, I'll check, wait a sec," came the reply and she heard the bushes being pushed aside again. A second later a bearded face appeared, looking straight into her eyes. 

"Ah, just look at that! Now be a good girl and come out with me, OK?" he said, grabbing her arm, gently pulling her out. 

Shocked, Ashley did not move.

"Now come on, pretty girl. Or do we have to drag you out?" He pulled her arm again. 

Ashley said in a soft voice, "OK, coming," and slowly moved out of the crevice. 

The two men gave her a good look, standing close to her, blocking any chance of escape. 

"Nice find you made there, mate," the other man, with a clean-shaven face, said. "Really a nice find. But unfortunately for us," he looked at Ashley, "and fortunately for you, we have three catches already."

"We shouldn't let this find go to waste. She looks like a nice appetiser to me. And I'm fucking horny, I really need some pussy," the bearded man announced.

Ashley was shocked. Appetiser? What are they planning to do? Are they just going to have sex with her, there and then? Ashley knew that this was what she signed up for, but it was getting all too real now. She had never done this before, it was uncharted territory.

They took her to a grassy patch a few meters away, and there her captors pushed her to the ground, and the shaven one put her shoulders against the ground. The man with the beard pulled down his pants, revealing an already-hard cock. 

She closed her legs tight, struggling against the grip of the men, protesting, but to no avail. 

"She's fierce," the beard said. "The fiercer the hotter. Extra satisfaction." 

He grabbed her legs, and used his strength to push them apart, exposing her. He spit on her pussy, and without further ado started to push his dick in her. She felt pain, humiliation, everything - and tried to wiggle out of the grasp of the two men, but to no avail. She screamed and struggled, but the men held her too tight. 

"She's tight, man!" her assailant said, while he pushed deeper and then slowly started to fuck her, getting deeper every stroke. It hurt her pretty badly as she was as good as dry.

Ashley screamed louder, but that only served to amuse the men more. The man holding her shoulders moved his hands to her breasts, and started to feel her up, kneading them, pinching her nipples.

"She's getting wet already, feels good, man." 

He fucked her for quite a long time, sometimes slower, then harder, and slower again. Ashley started to wonder how he could last so long and when he was going to cum, but then he stopped with his cock deep inside her, and said to his friend, "You wanna have some too? She's really a good fuck."

Ashley watched him in horror. How could he treat her like that? Did she not have anything to say in this matter? Why did she get wet again anyway? She felt like a fuck toy, not a human being. It was really humiliating to her how these men acted. She was not really there to them, she was just a wet hole to stick their dicks in and a body to play with.

The men switched places, and Ashley got her second dick of the day. She was actually getting rather wet now, but could not enjoy the treatment at all. The bearded man treated her breasts rather roughly, twisting and pinching her nipples until she screamed in pain while his friend put her legs on his shoulders, used one hand to aim his dick and then pushed all the way in and immediately started to pound her hard.

Just few minutes later he pulled out and put his still hard cock back in his pants. 

"Let's go, it's about time for lunch. This was indeed a nice appetiser, makes me hungry for more. Thanks girl, hope to catch you again later," he said.

And with that they walked off, leaving a rather bewildered and highly aroused Ashley behind, as if nothing special happened and it seemed they had all but forgotten about her already. She felt the residual wetness in her pussy, and her nipples still hurt from the assault.

Ashley quickly moved back into her hideout, as she was afraid of being found and abused again. Many thoughts went through her head. How come she got so wet, so quickly? Did she enjoy it? She did not think the rough treatment the men gave her was exactly enjoyable. Nor how she was treated like something disposable. 

But then she also realised that this was of course exactly what she signed up for, and what the men were after: to be hunted down, caught, fucked, and sent off again. No feelings, no love, just raw sex. They were not interested in Ashley, the woman. They were just interested in her body. And she realised that she also started to feel detachment from the sex act, as if it was not her that was doing it.

Was this what prostitution is about? Just let them do their thing, do not think about it, just clean up the mess and move on again? She thought it would be similar to a one-night-stand. Just having sex, enjoying the act, no strings attached. Allow the guy to chat her up, allow him to play with her, and the next day move on. But this was different, as she had no say in who could have her. It was random, there was not even the slightest feeling involved, and that bothered her.

Now she just concluded there are no feelings involved, she started to wonder again about her physical reaction. Her pussy did get wet. Her nipples did get hard. She did start to feel aroused by their treatment, very aroused even. She felt like if they had continued long enough, she would possibly have had an orgasm even. It was disconcerting, and highly confusing to her.

She heard the horn, indicating the morning session was over. Yet she stayed in her hideout for a while longer, still thinking about what just happened, and what she was in for over the next week. And whether she would be able to cope with it.

By the time she returned to the cabin Jennifer and Judith were busy preparing lunch, the rest of the girls chatting or helping laying the table. 

"You're late," Jennifer said, when she came in. "Everyone else is there already, we were already wondering how come we had four girls missing. So that's apparently Phoebe, Eva and Ruby this time. Phoebe and Eva really have to learn to hide themselves better, it's their second time already.

"And anyway what happened to you, you're back so late?"

Ashley walked to the table and sat down on an empty chair. 

"I had this great hideout, but in the end got found. And used as appetiser. Appetiser, go figure," she grumbled. "I'm a woman, thank you very much. Not an appetiser."

Christie walked down behind her, and put her hands on her shoulders. "Here we're just a catch. Don't take it personal, because it's not. They don't care about you as a person anyway." 

Ashley looked up and replied, "I know, it's just so... well... humiliating, makes you feel like you're just a walking hole for them to stick their pricks in." 

"Well, for them you are," Emily chipped in. "I'm not expecting anything more. And when you get your cheque in the end it makes everything look a lot better, trust me on that. The first time I felt the same like you feel now, you'll get over it. Remember it's just your body they want to play with, don't let them play with your mind. Enjoy lunch, with just the girls." 

Ashley sighed, and did not say anything. 

The other girls continued their chatter while Jennifer and Judith finished up the preparations and invited all of them to sit down and have a bite. Which they all did, and soon Ashley was chatting happily with them, making the best of their time together. 

06. Main course.

After lunch Ashley went to the roof terrace for a nap while the rest of the girls continued to chat in the kitchen. Luckily there were some umbrellas as the sun was really hot, though in the shade it was rather comfortable. She quickly fell asleep, only to be awaken by the sound of the horn, indicating the start of the afternoon session. 

In a shock she woke up. She knew that within minutes the hunters would be there - and also that they most likely would have a look through the mansion, just to make sure. She jumped up, fell over, got up again, and scrambled down the stairs, still not fully awake. Quickly she ran away from the cabin, away from the entrance, and hid herself at the first somewhat suitable place she could find: in between a thick brush and a big rock, hiding her from view. 

It did not take long for the men to reach the cabin, and another ten minutes later they came down the path where Ashley was hiding. A group of three even this time. Do they not spread out or so, she thought. 

One of the men suddenly pointed in her direction, "Hey, look at that, nice bush there!" 

"Yes, it's wearing shoes even," another man replied.

And before she could react all three of them rushed towards her, and pulled her out of her hideout.

"Got you!" they said almost in unison. They pulled her arms behind her body and Ashley realised she was being handcuffed. 

"Nice to see you again," one of the men said. 

Ashley turned around: it was one of the men of this morning. The bearded one who called her an appetiser. 

"You!" she said. "I hate you. I'm not an appetiser, I'm a woman, you know?" 

"Oh yes I know. You're a woman, and a pretty one at that. Nice body, lovely tits, and a hot and tight pussy to boot," he replied. "And don't you worry you're no appetiser this time, you're going to be part of the main course tonight."

Ashley couldn't do better than look dirty at him, realising that whatever she said would be used against her, and that to these dirty bastards she was indeed no more than a toy. She also remembered Emily's remark: "don't let them play with your mind", and thought better of saying anything.

"Nice catch you got there. You tested her already, Mike?" one of the other men said. 

"I'm sure we're going to enjoy this one a lot tonight, oh yeah," the third men added. He walked towards Ashley and put his hands on her breasts. "Those little boobies feel good indeed, I love them already." 

Then the rest of the men also followed and felt her all over. One even put his finger in her pussy. Ashley was furious: at herself for oversleeping and not hiding properly, and at the men for treating her like that and calling her breasts little.

After a while Mike said, "I'll take her to the holding area, she's really good. Hard nipples, wet cunt, it's a horny bitch for sure." He grabbed her handcuffs, and pulled her along, back to the entrance where the cuff of one of her arms was released, only to be attached to a pole, preventing her from escaping. 

Ashley was left alone, she was obviously the first to be caught. About twenty minutes later another catch was brought in: Phoebe, who was chained to the same pole Ashley was secured. 

"Dammit, third time already they catch me, and second time today," Phoebe said angrily. 

"Jennifer mentioned you over lunch already, mentioning you're caught so often," Ashley replied. 

"I know. Can't help it. I just can't seem to find a way to actually hide myself properly. They always seem to see me from a kilometre away and just like a homing missile home in on me and pull me out. It's so frustrating.

"On the upside I'm still lubed up from the lunchtime so they can continue with me right away," Phoebe said sarcastically. "And just in case you're wondering: there are like sixteen, seventeen dicks out there, and only three of us. That's busy, trust me. I lost count, I think I had all of them in me, and each at least once. My pussy was leaking cum badly, and I had sperm all over me. 

"Eva and Ruby weren't much better off. Ruby was quite popular, they don't get Asian girls here too often I guess. And some really seem to like that petite body of hers, she looks a bit like a little girl, they had her call them 'daddy' or 'uncle'. 

"I don't know why they love her so much, I'd prefer a bit more meat. But well they have nice showers there, we may use them afterwards, before heading back. If only so we don't look too ravaged when coming back I guess." She sighed.

Ashley listened to her quietly, "They had me this morning, my first time. Yesterday I was found too but they couldn't do anything to me before the horn. Today they were earlier, two guys. They raped me quickly and called me an appetiser."

"They really just only think about themselves. We're just toys to them."

"Living dolls."

"Exactly."

"Let them play with your body, don't let them play with your mind."

"What you saying?"

"Emily said that over lunch to me. They just want to play with your body, don't let them play with your mind. She's been there before."

Phoebe was getting agitated. "How can you do that? Let them not play with your mind when they fuck you? I mean, dammit, I get raped, violated, used for their pleasure, and thrown out again. I fucking hate that."

"I know, relax. It's my first time too in this event, this morning was the first time they got me really. I'm so nervous about what's going to happen this evening."

"Don't worry too much, you'll get fucked. A lot. It's going to be the third fucking time for me already, and I hate them for it."

"It's only your body they're interested in, that's what I realised after this morning. And as Emily said, don't let them play with your mind."

"Yeah, whatever."

They didn't say any more. Ashley realised it was no use talking to the girl next to her, it would only make her agitated herself. She could better just relax, try to not worry about what was going to happen, and especially to try to detach herself from her body.

They were sitting there for a while, silently, and then a third woman was brought in: her club colleague and friend Christie.

"Experience doesn't make perfect, those guys also know all the hiding places," she said to the other two captives as they chained her down as well. "By the way, Phoebe, isn't this your third time already?" 

Phoebe answered by giving her a dirty look. They didn't say anything after that, just listened to the faraway screams of "appetisers" being found and then the sound of the horn finishing the hunting session. 

The men gathered at the gate, where the girls were lined up, still handcuffed, and commented on the girls, "Nice catch," "Looking promising," "Hey, we had her this morning as well," "Yeah, tried and tested," "Lovely," "Can't wait to fuck them all," "Indeed, but who's going to get my load, gonna be a tough choice." 

The bus was waiting for them at the gate, and all went aboard. A short ride, just a few minutes, and they stopped in front of a large mansion where all got off. 

At the front door the cuffs were undone, and the girls were ordered to change shoes. They had a choice of various stilettos, ranging from high to even higher. Ashley got a black pair that fitted her feet nicely. It forced her to stand tall with her ass and chest pushed out, to the enjoyment of the men. 

"Ladies, please come with me, I'll show you the kitchen. The cooks are done cooking, and dinner is ready to be served, which is going to be your first job. When done with that you may sit down with us and eat as well," said one of the men, and he led the girls to the kitchen, down the hallway. 

Turning to Phoebe he said, "You know already where the dining room is so I'll leave you guys here," and he left to join the rest of the hunters. 

"That was William, the host," Phoebe said. 

Ashley, Phoebe and Christie each picked up one of the dishes presented by the cooks, and carefully walked to the dining room. There the men were sitting around the table already, talking loudly, laughing, having a good time. 

As soon as she was within reach Ashley was touched by the men. And to put the dish on the table she of course had to move herself in between them, leaving her completely exposed to their roaming hands. After walking up and down the kitchen a few times all the food had been brought in, and the men started eating. 

"Want some?" one of them invited Phoebe, upon which Phoebe walked to the man, sat down on his lap, and started eating from his plate while he felt her over. 

Another man waved to Ashley, and understanding the idea and being rather hungry Ashley walked over and sat down on his lap. 

The man gave her a second fork, and invited her to eat while he continued eating himself. And in the meantime with his other hand he started to feel up Ashley's body. Her thighs, her tummy, her waist. Ashley shivered. Then the hand moved up to her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly, before moving down again to her pussy. She tried to keep her legs closed, and continued eating as if nothing happened, in order to preserve some modesty, if there was any of that to be preserved.

And just then the man next to him said, "I've served myself a bit too much, can you help?" Which was an obvious invitation to move over, and the ritual started over again. Ashley moved several more times during the meal, as did Phoebe and Christie. 

Ashley found herself getting turned on, all those gentle touches did feel good, she could not deny that. She looked at the other girls, and saw Christie leaning back against her man, with a glazed look in her eyes. He was massaging one of her breasts. A moment later Christie suddenly moved her head up, looking a bit angry it seemed, or maybe frustrated, before being moved to another man's lap.

About an hour into the dinner most of the food was gone, and the men were chatting to each other, passing the girls around occasionally. 

William stood up, and said, "I think everybody has had enough now. Will the ladies please help returning all the dishes to the kitchen, after which we will have dessert." 

Ashley got up from her man, and started collecting the dirty dishes to return them to the kitchen. With so many things to handle it took them a while, and several trips to the kitchen later the table was clean. 

"So where is dessert?" Ashley asked the cooks, upon which they pointed to three empty trolleys. 

"Please lie down on your backs on those trolleys," one of the cooks instructed. 




The Hunt Ch. 05-06



They were not quite long enough; Ashley had her legs bungling over one end, with her head raised by the handlebar at the other end, allowing her to see her own body. 

The cooks started to prepare dessert, using the girls as plate. Small cakes and chocolates were placed all over their bodies, and they were decorated with small bits of cream. Ashley felt the cold chocolate on her body, and then felt the cooks placing bits of cream on her skin, with an extra large serving on her nipples, they even put a cherry on top. She could smell the cakes as they were put on her skin, a very nice sweet smell. Those cakes must be delicious, she thought.

It was obvious what the purpose was. They were wheeled out of the kitchen and pushed into the dining room by the cooks, receiving applause from the men. 

"Gentlemen, enjoy! And remember, no hands," Ashley heard William say. Immediately she was surrounded by several men who started to eat the food from her body. No hands, so she could feel their tongues licking all over her skin. Luckily she was not ticklish but with that many tongues it was rather hard to lie still.

One of the men asked whether she would care for some dessert.

"Sure," she said. "Those cakes smell great, I'd love to try one." 

As soon as she said that she almost wanted to hit herself, as she had forgotten about the "no hands" part. But of course there was no turning back now. The man grabbed one of the cakes with is teeth, and carefully moved it to Ashley's mouth. Ashley opened her mouth, and he carefully lowered the cake into her open mouth. The man let go of the cake, and moved back up. 

The ritual was repeated by some other men, and Ashley got fed a few more cakes and some chocolates. They tasted delicious, but the intimate contact with the men, feeling their tongues all over her skin, made her feel strange.

Soon all the chocolates and cakes were gone, leaving only the cream, which was licked up too. Her nipples were licked extra clean, and then sucked on. It definitely did turn her on, Ashley realised. All this attention at all her sensitive spots, all those tongues, the strange situation she was in - she could feel her pussy getting wet again. 

Suddenly she heard the sound of some liquid being shaken. 

She heard a voice saying "anyone for pussy with cream?"

Immediately after she felt cold cream being sprayed on her pussy. Followed by a tongue, licking it all off, licking all over her pussy. She moaned lightly, spreading her legs to give her assailant better access. They sucked her gently, a total contrast with the treatment she received this morning. She saw next to her Christie and Phoebe receiving the same treatment. She was now being licked in earnest, moaning harder, feeling very dirty and guilty but also feeling good in the meantime. 

She absolutely realised now that she was just a toy for the men's enjoyment. They just wanted to play with her body. She also realised that just relaxing and letting them do what they wanted to do would make it easier on herself. She let her body take over, shutting out her mind. She could hear the other two girls moaning too.

More cream was applied, and another tongue came. More cream, yet another tongue. All of them feeling similar but different. And then suddenly she felt the hard tip of the cream can to be placed against the opening of her pussy - being pushed in a bit - and feeling her pussy being filled with cream, followed by some serious sucking. 

Ashley could not control herself, she was now moving and moaning loudly, clearly nearing orgasm. And the tongue would not stop. She felt so good, and simply could not control herself, and had a long and hard orgasm by a tongue of a man who she did not know. 

The tongue left her pussy and allowed her to recover. Christie was lying on her table as well, having a blissful post-orgasmic look in her eyes. Phoebe took a little longer but soon after they made her come too. 

"You served some great dessert, ladies," William said. "Please get up from your trolleys, and follow me to the living room. Time for the next part of the evening." 

All of them followed William out of the room, into another room which was dimly lit, with sofas along the wall and some chairs and tables in it. It looked a bit like a nightclub, Ashley thought, and then spotted three shiny poles. 

"You're all pole dancers, am I right?" William said. "Please enter the stage, we will play you some nice music, and are looking forward to the show." 

The next half hour or so Ashley was dancing around the pole, showing off her body for the men down there. She was used to this, except in the club she would wear a little more than just heels, at least at the beginning of her routines. The men seemed to enjoy themselves, having a drink while chatting and watching the show. The stage was well set up, the music was good to dance to, and the light show simple yet effective. And there was obviously a smell of sex in the air. 

When the music stopped and the lights went off, Ashley could see the room again, not being blinded any more by the stage light. She suddenly realised the room had changed: no more tables in the middle, it was all open, and the floor was now covered by a thin mattress. 

William appeared on the stage, and announced, "And now the finale of the evening has come, the moment we've all been waiting for. The real enjoyment of today's catch!" 

Ashley heard howls from the room, and then the men just stormed the stage, plucked the girls from their poles, took them off the stage, and laid them down on the floor. 

Ashley almost immediately had two mouths on her breasts, and one down between her legs. She saw other men pulling down their pants, and taking out their cocks. So now it is really starting, she thought. This is what it is all about. The grand finale, what they were waiting for all evening.

The tongue left her pussy only to be replaced by a hard cock. The man shoved in his tool without warning, in one go, causing Ashley to scream in pain and shock. The sucking of her nipples and pussy did get her turned on a bit, but she was not very wet yet. The pain quickly went when the cock started to move in and out of her and her wetness started to increase. Hard and deep, with obvious urgency the hard rod pierced her, impaled her, all the time with two other men playing with her nipples. 

Ashley by now had completely dropped any resistance to the invasion of her body, instead she was actively answering the strokes of the man, pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts. A sexual bliss started to roll over her, she let her body take the lead, trying to shut out her brain and forget about everything else.

After a while the man pulled out, and immediately another dick entered her. The man grabbed her body, rolling over without letting his dick slip out of her, so she was lying on top, and another man then took her shoulders and pulled her upright to a sitting position. Now while she straddled a guy whose dick was deep inside her, another man's hand grabbed her hair, pulled her head towards him, and pushed his cock into her mouth. Deep into her mouth, nearing her gag point. She pulled back, coughing, but was quickly filled again, a bit less deep now. Using her hair as guide the man made her bob up and down the cock under her, while giving head to several cocks at the same time. She quickly had no idea how many there had been. The man under her started to moan louder, and soon she felt his cock swell as he shot his load deep into her wet cunt. 

She was then pulled forward by her hair, on all fours and off the quickly softening cock, and someone else started pounding her from behind while she again got a cock in her mouth. She felt juices from her pussy run down her legs. Was it her own juice? Or the man's? She did not know, probably both. She could hear the screams from Phoebe and Christie nearby, but she could not see them.

The man behind her pounded her hard and deep. Ashley wanted to scream, a combination of pain and pure pleasure, but could not for the cocks that occupied her mouth almost constantly. She felt her arousal build, and knew it was only a matter of time for her to have an orgasm again.

The cock in her mouth was replaced by another one. It smelt and tasted like pussy, unmistakably, but not her own. He must have been fucking either Phoebe or Christie just before she got him in her mouth. Ashley was shocked, she had never tasted another woman before. She had no chance to think about it as he was fucking her mouth while he held her head firmly.

Before reaching her climax, the cock in her pussy was removed, and another one came in. The one in her mouth started to swell, and shot its load in her mouth. Ashley had to cough as the load was shot deep into her throat, and she had cum drooling out of her mouth. 

Another cock was pushed into her mouth. This time she could taste both pussy and sperm, she was wondering who she was tasting now. One more came in her pussy, the one in her mouth pulled out and shot his load in her hair and over her face. 

She was pushed on her back by another man who then pressed her knees against her chest and started to pound her cum dripping pussy hard, quickly sending her over the edge and into a long and deep orgasm. It wasn't long before also he was ready to cum. He quickly pulled out and shot his load over her breasts. 

More cocks entered her, more sperm was unloaded into her pussy and over her body. Ashley was so aroused she experienced several more orgasms, even though she felt so dirty with all the cum over her, and with all those dicks she had to suck the sex juices of. She had completely lost track of time and space, being used as just a sex toy. She had no idea how many men had by then violated her body, all she knew was that it were many, and that it was also not the last time she would have to endure this. Yet she got so aroused that she had had more orgasms than she could count, probably more orgasms on that one night than she had in her best week so far.

Finally even the hardiest cocks were spent, and the orgy was over. The men all said thanks to the girls, and left the room. Only William stayed behind, and helped them on their feet. Surprisingly William was fully dressed, as if he had not joined the orgy.

"You ladies were great tonight, thank you very much," he said. "Please have a hot shower, and when you're done at your leisure the bus will return you to the gate, from where you can make your way back to your cabin." 

Ashley felt rather wobbly on her legs while walking to the showers. She had cum running down her face, her tits, running out of her pussy along her thighs. Her hair was a sticky mess. She was feeling totally confused now. She had never been so badly used, so humiliated, yet also had never had that many orgasms in one night before. While the men treated them as toys, William treated them really politely and seemingly respectful.

The shower felt great, washing off all the dirt from the day and the evening, leaving her feel rather refreshed. 

When they arrived back at the cabin, they found the rest of the girls in bed already. They were tired, and just found a space in between the other girls to crash down and sleep. 



The Hunt Ch. 07



07. Crying in the rain.

"Rise and shine, it's another beautiful though somewhat rainy day," Ashley heard Jennifer call out.

She woke up from a deep sleep, it took her a while to remember where she was. And remembering the previous night explained why she was feeling more than a little sore. 

"Come on girls, wake up, the rest of us are heaving breakfast already and soon we have to get out of here," Jennifer called out to them. 

Ashley looked at the ceiling and stretched her arms. "I'm coming," she answered, and slowly started to stretch the rest of her muscles before getting up from the bed. 

"Phoebe, Christie, you two getting up too? We're the only ones still sleeping," Ashley said, noticing the two girls sleeping a bit further down the bed. 

"I'm so painful," Phoebe groaned. She was lying on her back, eyes still half closed. Her curly hair looked like a huge mess. "Everything hurts, I'm feeling really stiff. Damn yesterday was the third time in two days they got me. Today I really have to do better." 

Ashley walked over and stretched out her hand.

"Come on up, today is Monday, not so many hunters, good chance for you to remain hidden. You just ran into a lot of bad luck, that will change. Now come on up and have something to eat, we have to get moving, or we're going to be the easiest catch of the day." 

Phoebe took her hand and pulled herself up from the bed. She stood up, put her hands behind her head and pushed her chest forward to stretch her sore muscles. Ashley looked at the pretty girl in front of her, and how she pushed her round boobs forward. 

"Or is it them that make those bastards want me so much?" Phoebe said, looking down at her chest.

Ashley laughed, "You're not supposed to see those when you're hiding, but they sure look good. Now come on, enough showing off, we have to go down now." 

All the other girls were having their breakfast already when Ashley, Phoebe and Christie finally came down.

Emma greeted them, "Sit down, sleepyheads. It's almost time to get moving. It's a rainy day today, and it's a Monday, so there will be less hunters than yesterday. Nevertheless they will want three of us so hide well."

The girls finished breakfast, quickly cleaned up the place and then they all spread out, finding a place to hide. 

Ashley decided to try her rock crevice again, knowing it's a good hiding place and not likely the men will search there again, while the overhead rocks should keep it dry. It was raining hard, really hard, and with the dark skies it seemed like it would continue forever. By the time she reached her hideout even her shoes were flooded. She crawled in, carefully rearranging the bush at the entrance not so show any signs of disturbance. To her delight she found the place was indeed pretty dry.

The morning was uneventful. No hunters came near, but obviously at least one woman was found considering the screams she heard halfway the session. 

She was thinking about the previous day's events. Having been both "appetiser" and "main course". Emily was right, those men really only care about their bodies. Let them play with your body, not with your mind. She could live with the idea -- her body is just that, a body, the important thing is who she is, and that's her soul. And to get to one's soul, you have to get into their mind. 

There was no love or romance here, just sex. Those men didn't want love, they just wanted a good fuck. They wanted to live a fantasy, where women were just sex toys. They tacked a game to it, to give it a bit more of a challenge, and a bit more of a surprise who they would get.

The whole development did start to mess with her mind, she realised. She was totally unsure of herself: was this really a good thing to do? Would she be able to detach herself from her body for the rest of the week, like she did the previous night? She surprised herself by being so detached. It was not her, lying on the floor, being impaled by hard dick after hard dick. It was not her, being covered in cum. It was not her experiencing orgasms. Or was it? She did feel good, those orgasms did set her body on fire, it was really intense. In a way she had enjoyed the sex, starting with the gentle touches during dinner, the tongues all over her body during dessert, the orgasm they gave her to finish off dessert. It felt good, but also so totally wrong.

The sound of the horn woke her up from her thoughts. She came out of hiding, still rather confused, but also getting to terms with her being there. Having been allowed to mesmerise those two hours, not being disturbed, let alone being found and raped again, it all give her a little more confidence that she would be able to get through the week. 

On the way back to the cabin she saw a girl sitting in the rain next to the path, head on her knees, arms around the legs, her seriously messed up hair hanging in wet strands down. It was Phoebe. 

"Hey Phoebe, what's wrong?" she asked. 

Phoebe lifted her head, eyes a bit swollen as she was obviously crying. 

"Everything," she sobbed. "Everything is wrong."

Ashley sat down in the rain next to her and put an arm around the crying girl's shoulders. 

"Come, let's get out of the rain, back to the cabin. It will make you feel better," she said. Phoebe turned to her and continued crying. Ashley did not know what to do, and just gave Phoebe a warm hug to comfort her. 

"Fuck it, everything is wrong," Phoebe cried. "Everything. Caught Saturday. Yesterday twice. Now all morning in the pouring rain, only to be found shortly before the end of the session and being used as appetiser. Can't they just leave me alone for once? And that bloody rain, it's driving me crazy. Raining all the time. I'm wet, miserable, and then I am fucked yet again, just when I thought I made it through." 

"I understand, I was made into an appetiser just yesterday too, they just only care about their dicks, and our pussies. Now please get up, get out of the rain, I'm sure the other girls will have started cooking some lunch already. We'd better not be late, OK?" 

She got up, pulling up Phoebe in the process. Together they walked back to the cabin. 

"Thanks, Ashley. Thanks for taking care of me. You make me feel better already." 

When they arrived back at the cabin all the other girls were there already, and Alice had started to make a big pot of soup for all of them, to warm up after the rain. It smelt so good in there, and the soup tasted great after being in the rain so long. 

After enjoying lunch and helping clean up the dishes Ashley sat down one one of the sofas with Phoebe. They talked about life, and many other things, and shared some good laughs.

Then the topic came back to their current situation, and Phoebe quickly started to look down again. Ashley suggested to show Phoebe her hideout: in between the rocks, very much out of sight, and sheltered from the rain. This brightened up Phoebe immediately, as she suddenly had strong hopes of not being found, to just be able to relax a bit, and to simply stay dry. It was still really dark out there, and the rain seemed only to have become heavier over the past hours, so having to sit in the rain for two hours was an even worse prospect to Phoebe than being caught again.

The catch of the morning returned to the cabin. Bewildered they looked. Hair messed up, and not just because of the rain. 

"They wouldn't even let us clean up," Judith complained. 

"They said the rain would take care of that," Sarah added. "But look at me, my hair is still all sticky! The bastards. They may be paying us big money but they're supposed to treat us with some dignity, not as total trash. Damn. Gotta go have a quick swim in the pond I guess. Just enough time for that."

Ashley and Phoebe set off together, and Ashley led the way to her rock crevice hideout. 

"Nice place! I wouldn't know there is anything behind that bush," Phoebe commented, when they arrived. 

Ashley pushed aside the bush, and invited Phoebe to go in, following behind her. 

"It's not exactly roomy, we have to stay really close so as to not be visible around the corner," Ashley said, and she squeezed herself in, standing half in front of Phoebe, their bodies against each other. She then put her hand in between them, and pulled her breast through to the other side, so she was standing against Phoebe's side, her chin above Phoebe's shoulder. It was tight but they did fit, and it was not too uncomfortable. 

"You comfy?" she asked Phoebe, who nodded affirmative. Then they kept silent, not knowing what to do, and the horn sounded signalling the start of the afternoon hunt. 

The girls kept quiet. Ashley was very aware of how every tiny movement would rub her body against Phoebe's. How she was squashing Phoebe's breast. How Phoebe's arm was rubbing against her nipple. The general closeness of their bodies. She could even smell the other woman's sweat.

"What if they find us?" Phoebe whispered. 

"When someone comes to check, I'll just step out of this niche. Then they see me when they look behind the bush. Not likely they will go in looking for more. You're safe." Ashley whispered back. 

"Thank you, you're so sweet." 

The afternoon passed. The rain kept falling. 

"I wonder how I can continue this," Phoebe said. "I have never done this before, having only been a dancer."

"Same for me."

"Don't you feel violated?"

"Yes. We're just toys to them, to be used and then discarded."

"Just toys, huh."

"Like in the club, they come to look at you, have you mess up their mind, and move on."

"These guys messed up my body, too."

"I'm sure they did. That's what they're after, just don't let them mess up your mind. They're not interested in that anyway. You don't even have a name to them, did you realise that?"

"Now you mention it -- they don't use our names indeed. They also won't introduce themselves to us." Phoebe looked a bit dreamy, as if in deep thought. She looked at the wall across her. "So I'm really nothing more than a pretty body. Do you look at me like that as well?"

"No, you're a real person to me. But those guys, to me in a way they're just walking dicks. Luckily most of those dicks are attached to a reasonably well looking body."

Twice a hunter walked by, but neither looked behind the bush or came even close to their hideout. Ashley and Phoebe held their breath, and kept really still when that happened, only to relax when the hunter had passed. The noise of the rain drowned out their chatter quickly but they would not want to take any risk. 

"Have you ever done it with a girl?" Phoebe asked. 

Ashley did not reply right away, she was a bit surprised by the question. And with them both naked and squashed against one another such a rather simple question quickly got a much deeper meaning, as if Phoebe was interested in her sexually, something Ashley was absolutely not ready for and discussing the very subject in this situation made her feel rather awkward. Far more awkward than in almost any other situation she could think of.

"No... never... you?" 

Phoebe looked thoughtful. "Yes, once, some years ago." She paused, before continuing, "We were rather drunk. I'm more into men, I don't think a girl can satisfy me, they miss the proper equipment, you know. But then we were drunk and she was really into me, and me feeling horny too I just went with the flow, you know. Curiosity." 

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Mostly, yes. It was strange, mostly. I didn't know what to do, really. But in the end it was a nice experience."

"I see." 

"I don't want to disturb you but I have to say I'm actually feeling quite comfortable now, you make me feel very safe and protected. And warm. I need that now." 

Phoebe stopped talking. Ashley felt an arm being pushed between her waist and the rock face, and a moment later Phoebe hugged her with one arm, pressing their bodies together. "Thank you again," she said, and she kissed Ashley lightly. 

The final half hour they did not say anything, they just stood there in the tight space, until the horn sounded and they crawled out of their hideout and quickly made their way back to the dry insides of the cabin, both incredibly happy that they were not found. The rain had stopped but everything was still wet and muddy, including their shoes that of course would have no chance to dry before the next morning. 

They prepared dinner while the rain started pouring again, and after that Angel hopped by to check on them, dressed in tight white tee and blue thigh-long skirt. Ashley thought that she looked very much like she just came back from the beach, which was a silly thought considering the pouring rain. Her attire was not very rainproof either, the wet spots on her shirt let her skin see through.

She brought some extra supplies for the girls, including a watermelon for them to share, and had a little chitchat with them. Angel was happy to see everyone was still there, no-one quit the event. Angel also told that there were only ten men at the moment, and jokingly said that tonight's catch might have it easy. Which was protested by Judith, who remarked that what those guys missed in numbers, they certainly made up in endurance, if her lunchtime experience was anything to go by. 

Angel continued to chat with her girls until eleven, when she left and the girls went back to sleep.

Ashley found herself a place on the bed, and soon after Phoebe lay down next to her, and gave her a hug. 

"Thanks again for your help today. Will you take me to your hideout again tomorrow?" Phoebe whispered in her ear. 

"Sure, no problem," Ashley replied, and then they broke the hug and went to sleep.



The Hunt Ch. 08



08. Wet and caught.

"Wake up, it's another beautiful rainy day!" 

Damn, how can that woman be so awake so early all the time, Ashley thought upon hearing Jennifer's voice. Every morning now Jennifer had been the first to wake up, and also the one to wake up the long-sleepers including Ashley. 

Ashley turned around, and put her arm around the body next to her, and shook it a bit. "Time to wake up, Phoebe," she said. But that body felt much smaller than she expected, so she opened her eyes, and was suddenly very awake. "Ruby, you sleeping here? Sorry didn't notice you coming back." She quickly pulled back her arm. 

"It's OK, we came back late, couldn't see anything, so just lay down the first available space that I found. I'm not so big so I fit almost anywhere. You guys were all sleeping already. Well, let's get up, it's time for breakfast. I'm so hungry! That was quite a night, those guys are really insatiable." 

After breakfast Ashley teamed up with Phoebe again and together they went for her rock hideout. Just like yesterday Phoebe went in first, and Ashley followed, squeezing herself against Phoebe's body to fit in the gap and to remain out of sight. It started to feel more natural, not as awkward as on the previous day.

Ashley really started to feel comfortable with Phoebe. It was as if she found a soul mate, in a rather unexpected manner of course, but still she felt like they connected rather well. And the intimacy she felt with the other woman was interesting to say the least, if nothing else they kept each other warm in the cold and rainy conditions.

After standing there for a while she felt Phoebe's hand move on her ass, squeezing her lightly. 

"Hey, what you doing," she asked, grinning, knowing of course very well what that hand was doing.

"Nothing," the innocent reply came. 

They grinned, and Ashley let her hand slide round Phoebe's waist. 

"Now keep quiet," she said, "the game is about to start and I don't want to get caught, or do you?"

She was barely done talking or the horn sounded, and the cheers of the men entering the area was heard. 

The girls continued their whispered chatting, joking about the events of the past days, talking about life after the event, sharing their feelings about what happened to them and discussing how to deal with it all. 

While they were talking their bodies were rubbing against each other. A little twist and turn, a bit sideways, not much movement was possible to begin with in the narrow gap. Mostly natural movements, but Ashley had the feeling that some of Phoebe's movements were more than that, and were actually meant to tease her sexually. They both moved much more than the previous day, when Ashley was reluctant to move, not knowing really how to handle the intimate situation.

Ashley was really becoming comfortable with the closeness of their naked bodies, and the feelings it gave her. She actually found she was getting a bit aroused with all the movements going on. Phoebe had one hand on her ass, the other arm rubbing against her breast, her hard nipple must be obvious. It was a very new experience to her. Add to that the whole situation of being virtually locked up with the other girl, both stark naked, with the constant fear of being discovered and used as sex slave - it gave the whole thing a strangely erotic atmosphere. 

Ashley had never felt anything for another woman but Phoebe seemed different. She did not know what was going on in her mind, maybe it was just the stress of the whole game they were involved in. Oh well, just go with the flow and see where it ends up, she figured. 

The weather was still dark. Not as dark as the previous day but still heavy clouds, and now and then rain would fall down. Everything around them was moist. The ground, the walls, everything. Their shoes were still soaked from the previous day, giving them wet feet. Luckily the rain also meant it was not very hot, as otherwise it could have been unbearable to stand like they did. 

The morning passed, and the hunt was on. Having a smaller group of hunters meant there was a smaller chance than before for anyone to look into their hideout. It also meant the men would separate and mostly go about the hunt alone, in order to cover more ground. 

Two, three times they heard someone walking along the trail passing by their hideout, and both Ashley and Phoebe stiffened up, holding their breath. Ashley pushed herself closer to Phoebe just to be further out of sight. But nothing happened and they could relax. 

The end of the game session approached, and they started to chat again, thinking they were scot free. Yet at that moment they heard footsteps approaching, and held still. The footsteps stopped for a while, then continued, getting closer. Ashley pushed herself hard against Phoebe, afraid of being seen. Then they heard the footsteps walking towards their hideout, and the bush being pushed away. A male voice said, "Peekaboo!" 

Ashley felt her heart bouncing in her throat. She couldn't breathe.

"Oh, no-one here. I though I heard something," murmured the voice. "Probably just some animal." 

The girls slowly relaxed as they heard the footsteps disappear in the distance.

"I thought you were going to suffocate me," Phoebe whispered to Ashley. 

"Yes sorry about that, it was not intentional, I was just afraid he would see me," Ashley replied. 

"Don't worry, I don't mind you doing that. In a way it feels nice, protected and so. And knowing that I'm not the only one who doesn't want to get caught is nice as well. You know I'm really glad with how you supported me yesterday. That was really sweet, made me feel much better," whispered Phoebe, and she put her free arm around Ashley's head, pulled Ashley's head towards her own, and planted a big kiss on Ashley's mouth. 

Ashley was a bit shocked at first, she had never kissed a girl before, but soon kissed back and started to feel all warm inside.

After a while Phoebe broke their kiss, and whispered, "Thanks again." 

Ashley felt really confused now. But she could not deny that she did enjoy the kiss, the warmth of Phoebe's soft body against hers, the closeness, but she was very confused having such feelings for another woman. She knew she really had to be careful not to go crazy these days, as she was barely getting to terms with being a prostitute, and in the meantime having feelings for another woman, what she had never had before, much less imagined she would ever have. She actually wanted to kiss Phoebe again, there and then, but her overall confusion stopped her from doing so.

They stood there silently for another ten minutes or so until they heard the horn signalling the end of the session, and they returned to the cabin. The rain had finally settled down, and the sky was becoming a bit brighter.

Back at the cabin the other girls were arriving as well. Ashley and Phoebe took the honours of starting to make lunch. When they sat down they realised there were thirteen of them: just two missing. That was a first for the week, it had never happened that the men could not even find three of them in two hours time. 

"Oh those guys will be so frustrated, not being able to find more of us! I really feel for Christie and Eva. They'll have a hard time," Judith said. 

"Sure... they'll be very hard... oh sorry you weren't talking about the men?" Ruby replied, and the rest laughed.

They had lunch together, and after that some went for a nap, while the rest went to the yard for a game of volleyball. After sitting still all morning while hiding some activity is quite important to keep those muscles going. 

By the time it was time to get out and hide themselves, Eva and Christie returned. 

"Welcome back ladies," Alice exclaimed when she saw them approaching. "How was it?" 

"Rough," said Christie. 

"Busy," said Eva. 

"Man those guys were so unhappy about not being able to find more of us! We barely got to have lunch. We had to eat with a dick in our pussies, so frustrated they were. The horny bastards, they just couldn't wait." 

"Yeah, and after that they all wanted both of us - twice. Taking breaks to last longer. Ugh, having sex for well over an hour straight with at least two men at the same time is very demanding." 

"Anyway we'd better go hiding, and hide better than this morning, because I really don't want to be caught again!" 

After that final remark from Christie they all hugged each other good luck and set off again for another round of adult hide and seek. 

Again Ashley and Phoebe went to hide together. They felt safe there, and Ashley rather enjoyed having Phoebe's company. Shortly before the horn sounded they entered the tiny space. Ashley put her right hand on Phoebe's hip. Her left hand was stuck between her body and the rock face, while she was standing against Phoebe's right side. 

"Those men must be frustrated and search extra hard this time," Phoebe said softly. "Will they come in and find us this time?" 

"I hope not. I've been caught once so far and hope to keep it at that. But you never know of course, just hope they have a look in the entrance and don't realise we're around the corner, like the guy this morning did." 

"Indeed. Three times so far for me. Happy to have been spared for now - thanks to you I must say." 

Ashley smiled, and moved her hand up and down along Phoebe's waist and hip, feeling the smooth skin and the curves of Phoebe's body.

Feeling comfortable, she gathered all her courage and asked, "You told me you once did it with another girl, right? I'm curious, what did you do and how was it?" 

But before Phoebe could reply they heard footsteps on the path, and the held tight together, keeping dead silent. Ashley had her head on Phoebe's shoulder, and her nose touched those pretty curls. She could smell the earth and the rain, and the other dirt that had gotten stuck in Phoebe's hair. A musky smell, not unpleasant. She felt Phoebe's chest moving up and down with her breath, accelerating as the footsteps came closer and the tension grew.

It seemed the man was checking every bush and looking behind every rock. 

This is it, we are going to get caught again, Ashley thought. 

The man pushed aside the bush at the entrance to their little niche, looked in, and moved on, not realising there were two pretty girls just around the corner, just hidden from his prying eyes. 

It was at least another ten minutes before they could not hear him, or any other search party. Ashley relaxed her grip, and gave Phoebe a little more space. Phoebe started to talk again.

"How it was with another girl you asked? Well... nice, soft, gentle. I think girls are softer and gentler than guys. We kissed, like we did yesterday. We stroked each other, like you're doing to me now. We rubbed our bodies together like we've been doing in here all along. A girl's body is generally softer, rounder, and girls know exactly where to find another girl's sensitive bits," she whispered, talking slowly and somewhat seductively. 

Ashley felt herself getting a little aroused by the thought of two women making love. And then she suddenly felt Phoebe move her right arm - the arm that was stuck in between their bodies. It was moving slowly, just the hand and fingers actually had the space to move about, and then suddenly she felt a finger on her pussy. 

"You're really interested, aren't you," Phoebe whispered with a grin on her face, obviously enjoying both Ashley's shocked expression and the wetness of her pussy. 

Emboldened Ashley dropped her hand and touched her friend's bush too. "I'm obviously not the only one," she commented. 

And at that moment they heard footsteps coming closer. Two men approaching this time, searching the area. The girls stiffened up, and stopped their sexual assault on each other. They heard the men talking to each other. 

"Damn, those bitches really know how to hide themselves now." 

"Yes, or is it us who suck at searching?" 

"Well the sucking I'd rather leave to those sluts..." 

"Yeah well we'd better hurry and catch some as otherwise it's going to be boring tonight, we got only one so far and time is running out." 

"Yeah... but it seems no-one here." 

Then they heard the bush in front of their hideout being pushed aside. 

"Damn, empty again." 

"Seems so." 

They heard some rumbling, and before Ashley knew what was going on she felt a hand grabbing her arm. And it was definitely not Phoebe's hand.

A man said, "Hey, look at that, our lucky day! Two of them deep inside! What a catch. Enjoying yourselves in here, huh? Well come on out, or we'll have to pull you out. Your choice." 

Ashley felt so shocked, they were found again. She was swearing softly as she crawled out of the hideout, closely followed by Phoebe. They were barely on the path or the men had handcuffed them already. 

"Mmm, looking good," their captor said, stepping closer to Phoebe. "Looking really good. Feels good too. Lovely tits you have. Perfect size."

Ashley looked at the man standing in front of her friend. He grabbed one of Phoebe's breasts with one hand, while his other hand went down to her pussy.

"Oh shit, what's that, you're wet down there? Soaking wet! And the other..."

He turned now to Ashley, and felt her pussy too. Ashley knew she was really wet, and felt very ashamed of the man feeling her up.

"Yes you too," he said. "Nice wet pussy. You have nice tits too, a bit small though. Barely a hand full, disappointing. I like them bigger. Anyway what were you to girls doing in there, huh? No need to tell, those wet holes tell the tale. Oh well you may continue that tonight." 

Ashley was in shock. For being caught, for being molested there and then, the man feeling her pussy and even sticking a finger inside when he found her being wet, the shame of it all, having her breasts called small again, and of course that final remark about tonight. 

Neither girl would say anything, they just stood there looking at the ground, hands cuffed behind their backs, knowing they had lost yet another round and that they had a long night coming.

The men radioed the rest of the group that they had picked up two in one go, filling their quota. They added that there was still an hour left, so plenty of time to find some appetisers. Ashley just could not get used to that word, and quietly hoped that no-one else would be found and abused that afternoon. 

When they arrived at the gate, she saw Ruby was there too. She looked so small under the tall fence. Ashley felt bad. This was going to be a long long evening. She also felt sorry for Ruby who would have her second evening as sex slave in a row.

The next hour they just waited at the gate, talking a bit to each other when there were no men around. Ashley vaguely heard some screams, probably one of the other girls unlucky enough to be found and now being toyed with.

At the end of the session the horn sounded, the men all gathered at the gate, and soon after the bus arrived to take them all back to the main mansion. 

The start of the evening was pretty much the same as before. The girls got to wear high heels, and got to serve dinner. 

There were only eight men this time, so the work was far less. Of course there were no empty chairs for the girls to sit on, and the table had been replaced by a smaller one, to match the actual number of diners.

Petite Ruby proved popular with the men. Ashley had to admit she was a cute little thing. Typical slender Asian build, slightly tanned skin, she looked like a doll. And being so light weight she was easy to handle by the guys of course. Her breasts were not much more than oversized mosquito bites, with small pointy nipples, and a shaved pussy to complete the little girl look. 

Ashley thought she must have a tight pussy, everything being so tiny about her, the guys must love it. It was definitely the closest they could get to fucking a junior high girl, legally. And don't they all fantasise about that?

Sitting on the lap of one of the men Ashley tried to eat a bit, while being distracted by the feel of a hard dick against her buttocks, her breasts being fondled and her nipples being pinched and pulled lightly. She was more relaxed than the first time, and started to feel aroused already. She realised she had better just have those feelings take over her body as it made the inevitable sex more bearable. They could mess with her body, not with her mind. So she should also let her body mess with itself, get aroused when it wanted, and not let her mind get in the way or let her body mess with her mind.

When dinner was finished, the girls cleared the table, but they were not asked to be dessert plates this time. Instead dessert was served normally. It including ice cream explained why, using a warm body to serve ice cream just won't work very well. 

The men with a girl on their lap suddenly turned into messy eaters, having many accidents with their food, but they would make sure the girls were cleaned up well by licking the spills off of their bodies. Ruby clearly got into the little girl act, and became quite clumsy with her food too. She seemed to enjoy the attention very much, and the men enjoyed her too. 

After dessert the second part of the evening started. Their host, William, the only familiar male face to Ashley, got up and led everyone to the next room. No poles on the stage this time, just some mattresses. Ashley was wondering what that was about: she expected to have to perform another pole dance routine. 

"Today we have an interesting catch, I would say," William announced. "One is a really cute Asia doll, and those two," he pointed at Ashley and Phoebe, "were found hiding together in a rather tight space. When Frank got them out and examined his catch, he realised that both of them were soaking wet down there. And that was not because of the rain, oh no, they had obviously been enjoying each other's company very much in there. Their hiding place is of course also not a place to hide together if you don't really like each other. 

"No pole dancing or so tonight, we have a much better show to watch. You two ladies, please take to the stage, and continue and finish what you were doing before you were caught. With a little bit more freedom to move, and a generally more comfortable environment I'd say. And please, don't hold back just because we're watching you.

"Gentlemen, please make yourself comfortable. During the show this little doll will serve us drinks, and when she doesn't have anything to do you may play with her a bit. She seems to enjoy that too. Have a great evening!" 

Applause sounded from the men. 

Ashley was dumbstruck, shocked by what was expected from her: to have sex with Phoebe, on stage, until both of them had reached a climax, and that with all those men watching all their movements. She had never done it with a woman before, and was not sure whether she was ready to do it with a woman to begin with, even if that woman was Phoebe. And then with an audience to boot.

"Hey, what you waiting for?", "Get on stage, give us a show!" And more words of encouragement from the audience started to sound. 

Then Phoebe walked towards Ashley, grabbed her hand and whispered, "Come, let's just do it, forget that they're there and enjoy our time together, OK? Don't worry, just do what feels natural, and the rest will follow." 

Ashley reluctantly followed her onto the stage, still a bit in shock. When they got to the centre of the stage Phoebe turned to her and said, "It's OK, don't worry, just enjoy, let your feelings guide you," and she started to kiss Ashley. 

Ashley felt Phoebe's hot lips touching hers, and kissed back. It was intense. Knowing all the men and Ruby were watching her felt embarrassing and exciting at the same time. She felt Phoebe's arms wrapping around her, and answered the hug. A tongue touched her lips and she opened her mouth slowly, allowing Phoebe access for a deep French kiss. 




The Hunt Ch. 08



Ashley started to relax, and closed her eyes, actively trying to shut out their audience from her mind, to fully engage in making love to Phoebe. She started to kiss back more and more seriously, running her hands all over Phoebe's smooth, silky back. Their tongues were wrestling with each other and Ashley felt strong feelings of arousal flowing through her body. She felt her nipples tingling, her pussy getting wet and wanting attention. She did not think about the audience, she did not think about anything, she just let her feelings of lust take over her body.

Phoebe broke the kiss, and pushed her down on the mattress. Ashley felt Phoebe's hands on her breasts, rubbing over her body, her waist, her belly, up to her breasts again. She pushed her chest up to encourage those soft hands, letting out a soft moan. A moment later she felt a warm mouth on her nipple, she opened her eyes, straight looking into Phoebe's beautiful dark eyes. Ashley could see the lust in the other woman's eyes, pure lust and desire. She looked so beautiful, sucking Ashley's left breast with her hand massaging the other, her long hair falling down along her face, her breasts rubbing over Ashley's belly. 

She quickly felt her pussy getting wet again. She felt Phoebe rubbing her pussy on her thigh, which got coated with Phoebe's juices. After a while Phoebe switched to sucking Ashley's other breast, not breaking eye contact in the process. As if she wanted to say that this was really just for the two of them.

Ashley moved her hands down, searching for Phoebe's breasts. They felt wonderful, so soft and warm, with a really smooth skin and rock hard nipples that must have been as big as a cherry. They were markedly larger than her own, especially as they were hanging down now. She massaging them in her hands, now really starting to enjoy the other woman. 

Then Phoebe moved forward a bit, and offered one of her boobs to Ashley's mouth. Ashley eagerly sucked it in her mouth, making her lover moan in pleasure. She took in the nipple, flicking her tongue around and over it. Ashley moved her hands down over Phoebe's body, rubbing her back, following the smooth curves of her waist, and finally grabbing her ass, pulling her closer. 

Phoebe moved a bit, and offered her other breast to Ashley's hungry mouth. Ashley was now seriously massaging Phoebe's ass, feeling Phoebe's wet pussy rubbing over her belly. She was getting very aroused herself now.

Suddenly Ashley felt something touching her pussy. A finger, then two. Phoebe had started to finger her and that felt really good. She moaned hard, and let the nipple slip out of her mouth. Phoebe moved a bit further down and the girls kissed deeply and eagerly. Ashley felt Phoebe's fingers now freely moving around her slit, and entering her wanting pussy. She moaned loudly, and pushed her hips up, meeting Phoebe's probing fingers, trying to take them in deeper. They continued to kiss, Ashley was feeling very aroused now.

Phoebe turned around, and brought her face down to Ashley's pussy. Ashley felt her lover's breath over her wet pussy. Then she felt a soft kiss on her pussy, sending shivers through her body. She opened her legs a bit more, allowing more access, and the kissing lips were soon followed by a probing tongue, licking her complete pussy. She felt fingers pushing aside her pussy lips, allowing the hot tongue easier access to the rest, lapping up her juices. Ashley moaned loud, it just felt too good. She knew she would not last long with this treatment.

The sucking stopped, Ashley felt disappointed, and wondered why. But then she noticed Phoebe had turned around and was now straddling her instead. Looking up, she could see Phoebe's wet pussy above her. Phoebe slowly lowered her hips. Ashley smelled the sweet wetness of the pussy that was now so close to her face. She instinctively knew what to do, and of course there was only one thing to do, and that was to taste that hot and wet slit.

She held Phoebe's hips and started licking. It tasted great, sweet and slightly salty, it was like nectar to her. Phoebe's pussy was really wet, and quickly became wetter. She used her fingers to help her explore Phoebe's sex more, and while lapping Phoebe's slit with her tongue, her fingers started to stimulate Phoebe's rock hard clitoris, which she saw was sticking out very obviously.

Phoebe let out a loud moan, which Ashley considered encouragement, and she started to lick, suck and rub with extra effort. Phoebe also started to lick again, arousing Ashley and bringing her nearer to orgasm again.

Suddenly Phoebe started to scream loudly, and her body started to shake. Liquid was gushing over Ashley's face as Phoebe was having her orgasm. After her orgasm subsided Phoebe turned back to kiss Ashley hard. Ashley could now taste herself in Phoebe's mouth, a very strange experience. She grabbed Phoebe in a tight hug, pressing their bodies against each other while they continued to kiss.

After hugging and kissing for a few more minutes Phoebe whispered, "Thank you, that was great. I needed that. Your turn now." 

She kissed and sucked Ashley's nipples for a bit and then slowly moved back down. Ashley felt a tongue on her pussy again, and Phoebe started to suck her hard. It felt great, and it wasn't long before Ashley was moaning loudly, and felt her orgasm build up quickly. She came fast and hard, when Phoebe managed to find just the right spot. When her orgasm finished Phoebe kissed her way forward again for a long and deep final kiss. 

"You taste great," Phoebe said. 

"You're great too, thank you," Ashley answered. 

They rolled off each other, lying down in post orgasmic bliss. Applause sounded from the room. Ashley remembered where she was, and suddenly felt very ashamed and guilty. Lights went on in the room, and Ashley could see the men again. Ruby was lying across the laps of four of them, legs spread, four pairs of hands all over her body. 

William came up to the stage again, helped Ashley to her feet, and said, "Thank you ladies, that was a great show. We really enjoyed it. And it seems you two enjoyed it as well." 

Turning to his guests he continued, "And now for the final phase of the evening: time to get rid of all those excess clothes, and get some relief, gentlemen! I think these ladies have been warmed up quite well, we shouldn't let that go to waste. Enjoy!" 

And when he was done talking the men wasted no time to get rid of their clothes, they just tossed them aside, and then pulled Ashley and Phoebe down from the stage and put them on the floor with Ruby. 

One of them immediately sat down between Ruby's legs and wasted no time sticking his rock hard cock into that tiny but no doubt soaking wet cunt of hers. 

"Oh yeah she's as tight as she looks!" he proclaimed. "Do give this pussy a go, guys, you don't get such a chance often." 

And he proceeded to pump hard. Ruby looked like she was in pain, but also like she enjoyed it, moaning loudly and holding the man with her legs, Ashley noticed. She didn't get much time to look at the little Asian girl being fucked as she got a dick shoved in her mouth and another one in her still soaked cunt. 

"What a bunch of sluts you are," said the man pouncing her pussy. 

Ashley started to realise that that was just what they were, a bunch of sluts, having sex without love, just raw sex, and feeling quite good about it. Especially as she was now pretty worn out after that session with Phoebe there was not much more she could do than lay down and have those men have their way with her body.

As the previous time, Ashley quickly lost track of how many dicks had been pushed into her pussy. How many in her mouth. How many positions she had been fucked in. How many times she came. She was again reduced to a chunk of meat with some fuck holes in it for the pure enjoyment of a bunch of horny men. She actually did not have many specific memories of the whole orgy, having managed to totally detach her mind from her body.

When it was finally over she was really worn out. She had been fucked by all of them, she was sure of that, but none had come in her pussy or even in her mouth. But when she looked at Ruby she found out what had been going on. The little lady was covered in cum. Her whole body glittered in the light. Her long black hair was a sticky mess. How eight men can produce such an amount of cum was a mystery to Ashley. It was massive. They must have been extremely horny.

They were sent off to the shower room, and while they were having their shower Ashley asked Ruby if there was any reason for her receiving a cum bath.

Ruby answered, "Well they said that's how they do it in Japan, it's bukkake they said. That I'm Thai, not Japanese, didn't seem to matter to them. Oh well it was interesting for sure. Actually I enjoyed it, to be honest. I just love sex, basically can't get enough of it. Just like at least Eva and Alice, I noticed that when I got caught together with them. But tomorrow I will try to hide extra well, as I can't handle this much every day, I'm getting sore. 

"And by the way that was a really good show you two gave on stage. I enjoyed it, too. I came twice, just looking at you while those horny bastards were playing with me. You two are really into each other, right?" 

Ashley blushed and looked at Phoebe, who she saw was looking at her too. 

"Euhm yes, I guess so," was all she could say. 

Phoebe shrugged and said simply and honestly, "Guilty as charged. Can't help it. I'm not normally into girls but Ashley is... well... special. To me at least." 

Upon hearing that Ashley felt warm inside, and didn't know what to say so she just walked to Phoebe to give her a hug and a kiss, which Phoebe happily answered. 

They finished their showers, and went off to the bus. When they returned to the cabin the other girls were sound asleep already. Ashley and Phoebe managed to find a place just large enough for the two of them, and fell asleep in each other's arms.



The Hunt Ch. 09-10



09 Another rainy day.

As usual, Ashley woke up by the sound of Jennifer's happy voice.

"Rise and shine, rise and shine! Breakfast is ready!"

Ashley had a hard time waking up. Last night had been so intense, so many new emotions, the sex with Phoebe, with all the other men - she was still rather exhausted, and fell back to sleep.

Bang, bang, bang! Ashley jumped up hearing the sudden loud noise.

"Wakey wakey, sleeping beauties!"

"Dammit, Jennifer! No need to start banging pan covers together!"

"Well you guys wouldn't wake up otherwise... everyone is having breakfast already, except the three of you," the redhead said. "I know you must have had a hard time yesterday, but the men are not going to wait for you. Better get moving now."

"Argh..."

Half asleep she walked down to the kitchen and deposited herself on a chair, dropping her head on the table. 

"I'm done for," she said, "Too tired." 

Ruby sat down next to hear and said, "Hey, hey, now don't you quit girl! That was a great performance you gave last night. I enjoyed watching Phoebe and you on the stage. The men too. I'd love to see that again. They were sometimes so engrossed that they even forgot that I was lying on their laps. 

Now you just have to find yourself a good place to hide and you'll be fine. Have a nap during lunch break and you're back up again." 

Lifting her head a bit, looking at Ruby, she answered, "Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm not quitting, don't you worry, I'm just <yawn> too tired. And you don't have to tell everyone everything that happened over there, you make me feel embarrassed. What I'm concerned, what happens in the mansion stays in the mansion, OK?" 

She looked up, and out of the window. "Oh great, heavy rain again. More fun." Her head dropped down on the table again. "Oh well, what do we have for breakfast? I really need to eat. That'll help too." 

Phoebe came down too. She sat down and grabbed some food. "Thanks to whoever prepared it. I hereby volunteer for preparing lunch. I'm so hungry! Hey Ashley, get up man, you can't eat like that!" 

They all had breakfast, cleaned up, put on their shoes and left the cabin. It was raining really hard, another dark day looming. 

"We can't go back to the same place, they will check that one out for sure," Ashley said to Phoebe. "Today I'm afraid we're on our own. Good luck."

She hugged and kissed Phoebe, and the women went their own way. Ashley slowly walked towards a possible hideout she had seen before. Under a big overhanging rock, well covered by bushes. She would have to lie down on the hard rock but at least she was covered from the rain and maybe she could catch some sleep even.

She lay down in her hiding spot, making herself as comfortable as possible, which was not really comfortable but which would have to do for the two hours the hunt lasted. The horn sounded. The hunt was on. Ashley closed her eyes, knowing that if she were found she had lost there and then, so better just try to rest as much as possible.

She thought about the previous days. How many men had violated her body. How often she had been fucked. The unexpected love she found with Phoebe. The sex with Phoebe, their first time being forced on stage with an audience. So much happened, she was just exhausted. She felt her mind getting thoroughly messed up with all those emotions. Thinking about it all she slowly dozed off. 

And then, suddenly, a jerk on her arm. 

"Hey, wake up beauty, I've some bad news for you. We got you!" said a man. "We got you again, I may have to say. Nice seeing you again, I really enjoyed fucking you yesterday, especially after that show you gave us. Where's your hot girlfriend of yours gone to, by the way? You two didn't break up now, did you?" 

Ashley woke up, feeling somewhat disoriented. No, not again, was her first thought, hoping so much she would be spared at least for today. She had no idea how long she had been sleeping there, only that she did manage to doze off.

The man started to pull her arm, harder now. "You getting up or what?"

Ashley slowly got out of the niche. It was still raining hard, the man who found her was soaked. It didn't take long before water was running down all over her body, filling up her shoes again. She was handcuffed, and led to the gate. 

Arriving at the gate, Ashley noticed a female figure sitting in the rain, leaning back against the fence. Blonde, shoulder length hair, and a full build. Water was running all over her body, she looked quite miserable. Getting closer she recognised Judith.

"Hi Judith, they got me again," she said. 

"You're lucky, they got me long time ago. I've been sitting here in this continuous rain for well over an hour now. I'm pissed off. Can't they at least give me some shelter? This constant rain is just torture, and I'm freezing by now too. But it can't be too long now, the game should be over soon.

"Oh hey, Jennifer. Welcome, join the club." Judith said bitterly. 

Jennifer was brought in, and chained down as well. Her long ginger hair was hanging in streaks over her soaking wet body, hanging down over her breasts and almost reaching her belly button. She commented, "They must have a hard time finding us. It was so long, I thought they'd just have me there and then when I was found, but instead they took me here."

"It seems so," answered Judith. "I was found after hiding for what must have been almost an hour, and then I was the first. Oh well, their loss, our win I'd say. Though not much of a win for me personally."

So she must have been sleeping for at least an hour and a half, Ashley figured. No wonder she was sleeping so deep when found, and why she was so mighty stiff.

Indeed they did not have to wait for much longer, as some ten minutes later the horn sounded, and the men returned from the hunt to take the bus back to the mansion. 

"As everyone is soaked, please leave your wet clothes at the door. Here is a pile of towels," William said, standing at the door welcoming them. 

This changed the whole playing field, Ashley realised, as unless the men were going to put on some clothes again, everyone would be naked from the get-go. Now the lunch session was much shorter than the evening session of course, so they had to move a bit faster, this was anyway a serious change. Indeed the men remained naked, and after towelling off moved to the dining room for lunch. Ashley saw several of them had their dicks slightly erect, obviously anticipating what was coming next.

The girls in their high heels carried the food to the table. It included soup, an assortment of sandwiches and bread rolls, and various fruits and other goodies. 

As expected there were only seats for the men, not for the women. When she just put down her last order on the table, a man grabbed Ashley's arm and pulled her towards here. His dick standing upright, he was obviously aroused and ready for some pussy. 

"Please share some lunch with me," he said. 

Ashley proceeded to sit on his lap. 

"No no, turn around. Yes, face me. Good girl. Now you see that hard stick down there? Please mind it when sitting down." 

It was obvious to Ashley what he wanted, so she straddled him, then grabbed his cock with one hand while supporting herself with her other, and sat down slowly, letting the hard meat slowly enter her pussy. She was still rather dry so it was a bit painful and she had to take it slowly but soon enough he was in. 

The man let out a sigh, and said, "You're feeling great, girl". 

Then he grabbed a sandwich, offered it to Ashley, and asked her, "Care for some soup?" 

"Yes, please." 

"There you go, but please be careful, OK?" 

"OK"

Ashley carefully sipped her soup and took a bite of her sandwich. It felt strange to eat while sitting on a cock. Very strange. 

A few minutes later the guy next to them asked whether she would care to share some lunch with him, too. And so she had her second cock of the day. Now it was much easier as she was getting wet, so he slid right in. She realised she did not have any serious feelings about it. Yes there was a cock in her pussy, but was it really her pussy now? She had no feelings for that cock or its owner to begin with, and she knew the guy attached to that cock had no feelings for her as a woman, and was only interested in her sex.

The man sucked her tits, nibbled her nipples, and caressed her body with his hands. And all the while Ashley was trying to eat a bit, pretending everything was normal, and knowing she just had to eat now, as she would need the energy soon enough. She was getting rather aroused again. She did not like it, but also did not try to fight those feelings. She started to feel detached from her body. And then she was moved to the next lap.

When lunch was finished, the girls cleared the table. When they returned, two men grabbed Ashley and put her on the table. One of them handed her a banana. "Yesterday you gave us a great show - unfortunately we didn't catch your girlfriend this time, but I'm sure you can manage by yourself too."

She was shocked. She knew of course what was expected of her, but it was not something she had never done before. Well she had of course been masturbating, and sometimes been playing with fruits but never with an audience. Not even a boyfriend. 

After a while she gained her composure, knowing she had no choice but to comply with their request. She sat down on her knees on the table, took the banana, and put it in her mouth. She pushed her head forward a bit as if she was giving a blow job to someone standing in front of her. Holding the banana steady she moved her head back and forward, slowly sucking it in and out of her mouth, pulling dimples in her cheeks and making occasional slurping sounds while doing so.

She moved her head backward, away from the banana, and then started licking the sides while holding it more or less steady, as if she was licking a dick. She noticed all the men were watching her, as were Judith and Jennifer, who were sitting on some guys' laps. It was quiet around her, and Ashley was very aware of all the eyes on her body. She continued the sucking and licking of the banana for a while, partly to put up a show, partly to put off the inevitable moment that she would have to actually masturbate in front of them. It took her a lot of willpower to overcome herself, but the pressure from all the people looking at her, and the expectations they had, made her finally overcome her reluctance.

She slowly lay down on her back, and spread her legs a bit, fully exposing her pussy to anyone who cared to watch. She gave the banana a final lick to make sure it was all wet and that there were really no rough bits on it, and then slowly brought it down to her pussy. With one hand she pushed open her labia, with the other she gently rubbed the banana over her exposed slit, rubbing her clit, and lubricating it even more. Rubbing the banana over her pussy felt quite good, it made her feel more aroused and she felt her juices starting to run again.

She put the tip of the banana against her opening and slowly started to work it in. This was going easily now, but still she took her time. Moving it slowly in, then out again, in the meantime rubbing her breasts with her other hand. And every time she moved in the banana a bit further. She felt herself getting more and more aroused, breathing faster, sometimes letting out a soft moan. Having overcome the initial embarrassment she started to feel good now. She slowly moved the banana in completely, and started to fuck herself.

Looking around she saw Jennifer and Judith had joined the action. Jennifer was sitting face to face on a man's lap, while he was sucking her nipples. Ashley was not sure whether she had his cock inside of her, but they were clearly not fucking. Judith was sitting slumped on another man's lap, playing with her pussy, while the man had his hands on her breasts. She looked highly aroused, too. 

While Ashley continued to move the banana in and out of her pussy, and massaging her breasts, she saw that Judith and Jennifer were being passed around, just as had happened during lunch. It was very mesmerising. All these men, and the two women, were all looking at her while having sex themselves. She was at the midst of the attention, the instigator of what was likely to become a big orgy. She slowly increased her pace, and felt her arousal increase. Watching the other people having sex did not leave her unaffected, too.

Ashley watched as Judith was grabbed by another man, who bent her over face forward on the table, and started fucking her from behind. It wasn't long before another took the opportunity, grabbed her hair to lift her head, and stuck his hard dick in her mouth. 

Ashley started to masturbate faster. Looking around she saw Jennifer had also moved to another lap, and was now bobbing up and down, obviously fucking the man under her hard. She was moaning loud, while arching her back thrusting out her boobs, it seemed she was trying to reach orgasm for herself but only moments later the man she was having could not control himself any longer and came inside of her. When he was finished, Jennifer quickly moved to the next one and fucked herself to orgasm on the next dick. 

The man doing Judith's cunt also started to pump harder, and when he was almost done he pulled out and shot his load over her back. His place was quickly taken by another. 

Ashley closed her eyes, listening to the action around her, and thought about last night, how she was forced to have sex with Phoebe on the stage. Oh she would have loved that girl to be here too. Thinking back to the smell and taste of Phoebe's pussy she now worked her banana even harder, and she also felt her own orgasm coming soon. Very soon. Moments later she screamed out loud, shaking hard, letting her orgasm take over. 

She was barely finished or a man grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the table, and started fucking her pussy hard, pushing her over the edge again. When he was done another dick entered her, and another, and another. When all were finally done her pussy was overflowing with cum, and she felt really exhausted. And, strangely, rather satisfied. Particularly her first, self-inflicted orgasm was a very satisfying one.

After a few minutes of rest, William showed up. "That was a fantastic show, miss. We all really enjoyed it. It'd be great if you could do that again for us, sometimes. But for now it's high time for you ladies to return to the grounds. We're late already, so unfortunately no time for showers. We now have less than an hour before the next hunt session starts, and I'd like to give you all enough time to hide. I'm sorry about that part."

They were sent out, back on the bus to the gate, and into the hunting grounds. With so little time to spare before the next session Ashley decided to immediately start searching for a new hideout, without even having a dip in the pond to clean up, or going back to the cabin to say hi to the rest of the girls. She was just too worn out, too anxious to not be caught again, too ashamed to look Phoebe in the eye after she got off on a banana while thinking of her.

She found a good place, between some rocks, under some branches, a bit away from the trails - but without much protection from the rain. This just has to do, she thought, in the rain is not so comfortable but they will not expect me to hide in such a place either. It is at least somewhat covered.

She was right, no-one came near her hideout this time. It was as if she was in a completely forgotten corner. Not that she cared of course, being caught two times in a row is really exhausting. 

It also allowed her time to think about her relationship with Phoebe. What would come of that after this event was over? Were these feelings real or just given in by the stress of the whole situation? She really felt for the girl, thinking about Phoebe gave her warm feelings all over. Just as when she was in love before, but that were guys, and Phoebe obviously is not a guy. But she really did feel in love with her. 

The rain stopped and Ashley started to doze off again. She was awaken by the sound of the horn, and slowly removed herself from the branches and slowly made her way back to the cabin for dinner. 

10 Phoebe.

"Ashley!" 

She suddenly heard a voice calling her name, halfway her way back. She turned around.

"Ashley!" 

Phoebe came running towards her. She looked up, and felt a lot better again seeing her lover. 

When Phoebe arrived she began pouncing her fists on Ashley's shoulders. 

"Dammit, Ashley, I hate you! Where were you? What happened? I was so worried! You weren't there for lunch, didn't come back either, I hate you! I was afraid you suddenly left, or worse!" she cried. 

Ashley was standing there not knowing what to do at first, but then put her arms around the girl and gave her a big hug. 

"I'm so sorry Phoebe. I didn't realise you'd be so worried. I was caught again, we were returned late, and when coming back I just started looking for new spot to hide, not wanting to be caught yet again. So sorry. Didn't Judith and Jennifer go back to the cabin and tell you anything?" 

Phoebe stopped hitting, but was still crying. Her eyes were red and a bit swollen. 

She said, "I don't care about them, I care about you! I just wanted to see you, know you're OK, that's all. I was so worried." 

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't realise. I'm OK, really, don't you worry about me so much. Come, please give me a kiss, and let's go back. Next time I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can, promise." 

Phoebe looked at Ashley, and then give her a hard deep kiss and a big hug. After that they walked hand in hand back to the cabin, both relieved not to have been caught again. 

After dinner Angel hopped by with fresh supplies, and some words of encouragement for the girls. It was still odd to see one dressed woman between all the naked women, even though she didn't wear much: just a simple tight tank top and a short skirt. She really seemed to enjoy showing off her figure, the outline of her breasts and nipples clearly visible under the stretchy fabric.

"The project is just over halfway, and the clients are very happy with you girls so far," Angel told. "Unfortunately the weather was not that nice these days but but upcoming days the weather is predicted to improve: far less rain, more sun and higher temperatures."

That sounded good to the girls, the rainy days made them pretty cold, being wet and naked all the time while staying hidden and motionless. 

Angel also mentioned that she had heard that two of the girls had apparently started a relationship well beyond just friendship. She added that this was fine as long as they did not let it get in the way of their work here. But then considering what she had heard about events of the previous night it seemed that this was not at all a concern. 

When the discussion was finished, some of the girls went for a game of volleyball, while others continued to chit chat with Angel and a few went to watch some TV and just relax. 

Phoebe walked to Ashley, and said, "Care for an evening walk?"

Which of course Ashley happily agreed to. 

They put on their shoes and left the cabin. The nearly full moon was hidden behind some clouds, yet some stars were visible. The rain had stopped a few hours ago, and the temperature was rather comfortable. The girls walked slowly, hand in hand, not saying much. Phoebe led them to the top of a small hill that was open, and covered in grass. She lay down on the grass, and Ashley lay down next to her. The moon appeared from behind the clouds, covering the forest in a faint light.

"Beautiful night isn't it?" Phoebe said. 

"Sure it is. Lovely," Ashley answered. 




The Hunt Ch. 09-10



They lay silently for a while, just enjoying the silence, the sound of the insects around them, the night sky. Then Ashley turned on her side facing Phoebe, and put her hand on Phoebe's belly. They were lying close together now. 

"You know the best part of tonight, is just being here with you," Ashley said softly. "Also I have to say sorry again for not coming back to the cabin after lunch. I was just so confused. Getting caught again, really wanting a better place to hide where I'd be really invisible and safe, and also what happened in the mansion this afternoon, you know, they made me -" 

"Hush," Phoebe said, putting a finger on Ashley's mouth. "No need to tell me. They were coming back on yesterday's performance I bet. Of course they would. But I don't mind, it's not important what they make you do there. As you said to Ruby this morning, what happens in the mansion, stays in the mansion. And remember we're both in the same business. What happened over lunch to you in the mansion, has nothing to do with you and me here, right?" 

"Don't you feel confused?" 

"Sure, I do. But not about that part. That's work, that's what we're hired for." 

"And yesterday on the stage then?" 

"Yesterday evening, yes that was nice. You're feeling so good, so tasty. I really enjoyed that one. Or you mean there was an audience? What audience? Did you see any?" 

Ashley laughed. "I get you. Nice to see you got your confidence back, you sound so different than when I first encountered that sad pile of Phoebe sitting in the rain." 

"That's your doing. You got me back to normal, and I'm very grateful about that. It's my first time here, and while I generally enjoy sex very much, it was too much of a good thing." 

The girls hugged. Phoebe started kissing Ashley who eagerly answered the kiss, which soon became more and more furious. The girls started moving their hands around, wrapped their legs around one another, and got more and more turned on. 

After a few minutes of kissing, Ashley rolled on top of her lover and broke the kiss.

"My turn," she said simply.

She gave Phoebe a quick kiss on the lips, before moving on to other parts of her body. She kissed and nibbled Phoebe's ears, neck and shoulders, enjoying her soft and beautiful skin, and smelling the sweet smells of a long day in the rain. In the process she lifted her torso a bit so her hard nipples were rubbing Phoebe's chest lightly. She felt Phoebe shiver under her touch.

She continued her kissing, exploring the round shape of Phoebe's shoulders, the gentle lines of her collar bones, the muscles of her neck, and back to the softness of her lips and hotness of her tongue. Phoebe started to breath heavier under the gentle and loving touches, Ashley could feel her chest move faster.

Ashley moved her torso up, so she was sitting on her lover's thighs, her hands running down Phoebe's shoulders, over her arms, and back up again. Feeling the gentle curves of those firm and well-toned arms, the trademark of a trained pole dancer. Ashley continued to move her hands down Phoebe's chest, moving on to those beautiful breasts. Larger than her own, but still nice and firm making for a great feel. With wonderful large hard nipples topping them off, she really enjoyed the touch and gently massaged them, now and then bending forward to plant a kiss on each of them, while rubbing her own breasts over Phoebe's belly. 

Ashley could feel the girl under her shiver again. She bend forward, taking a nipple in her mouth, sucking in earnest now while massaging the other breast with her hand, switching now and then. Phoebe was moaning softly, moving a bit. Ashley felt the soft skin and the hard nipple of Phoebe's breast in her mouth, she could smell Phoebe's scent, it turned her on as well.

She moved her hand down, probing in between Phoebe's legs, and found a very wet pussy there. Her fingers started to explore the area more, feeling her smooth pussy lips, and the wetness that was dripping out. She pressed a bit harder, and the lips parted. She could easily find Phoebe's clitoris sticking out on top, and started to stimulate the little nob. 

Phoebe started to moan louder, and with her hands pressed Ashley's head harder against her breasts, encouraging Ashley to suck harder. Ashley happily obliged, and she also moved her fingers faster and harder. It did not take long before she heard Phoebe scream out loud, while her body started to shake uncontrolled, and her pussy got even wetter.

"Thank you very much," Phoebe said. "That was great. Please allow me a break, I owe you one." 

"Don't worry, this was just to make up for this afternoon," Ashley said. 

"Oh come on I had forgiven you already. I was just glad to have you back and see you're still in one piece." 

"Still you deserved it." 

While she said that, Ashley felt a hand reaching down, fingers opening her lips, and starting to play with her clit. 

"Then you deserve one, too." Phoebe insisted.

Ashley opened her legs giving better access to the probing fingers, and started to kiss Phoebe again while moaning softly. She then also moved down her own hand in search of Phoebe's sensitive spots, which were still rather sensitive after her sucking. And while kissing the girls fingered each other quickly to another orgasm, before collapsing onto one another. 

After they caught their breath, Ashley suggested them to get up, and go back to the cabin. Better to sleep in a proper bed than out in the open. 

They got up and slowly walked back to the cabin, where Angel was just leaving. 

"Good evening, you two had a good time together?" she asked. 

"Yes, we're good," Phoebe replied, with a big smile on her face. 

Angel grinned, "I thought already it was you two giving that show yesterday. I heard about it from William, the host. They were all delighted, and the men present consider it the best show they ever had. Anyway William doesn't know your names, so I had to do with a description, and from how you two looked at one another earlier tonight I figured what was going on. Really, I don't mind what you two are doing with each other in your spare time, as long as you don't let it get in the way of the job." 

"Don't worry, we know this very well," said Ashley. "No jealousy or anything here. We know very well why we're here." 

"That's great. I just have to make sure. It's not the first time something like this happens during an event, giving each other support is a great thing. It's of course also in our interest to keep you guys happy. Well ladies, have a good night, tomorrow will be a hot and humid day. Also a few more hunters than today." 

"By the way, it seems that every day there is a fresh group of hunters, right?" Ashley asked. 

"Mostly true. Many stay for only one day or two half days and one night, some for two full days. Longer is rare, as they get exhausted too and need to recharge. But some come back two or even three times," Angel replied.

"And they all come and go by plane, right?"

"Indeed. You must have heard it taking off two, three times every day. The pilot is a busy man these days."

"I see. Well, see you tomorrow, and have a good night." 

They walked on to the cabin where the rest of the girls were in bed already. Angel walked back to the gate, and out, just when that night's catch was being returned. Ashley heard them chat a bit in the distance, surely Angel wanted to make sure they were fine too.



The Hunt Ch. 11-12



11. Getting dirty.

"Rise and shine, rise and shine, the sun is out already," sounded Jennifer's voice. 

The wake-up ritual started to feel familiar. The girls got up, had breakfast, chatted a bit, cleaned up the dishes, and set off to hide themselves. Ashley and Phoebe left together to hide. 

"It's been raining hard, so I'd like to try a new hiding tactic, camouflage," Ashley suggested shortly after they left the mansion. "There's a lot of mud everywhere, especially near the river, so I guess if we'd coat ourself in the stuff we'd look just like the environment. Our white skin stands out too much. Could be safer even than our rock niche." 

Phoebe agreed that this was a good idea, and as they had time left they walked to the stream and had a lot of fun making each other all dirty. 

"That should do," Phoebe said, when both were coated in mud from top to toe. 

After a final kiss both went their own way to hide. They did not want to hide together for now, in order to not help the hunters too much, and as their old hideout had been compromised a few times already, they figured they had better not use it for another day, waiting for a complete fresh team of hunters. 

Soon Ashley found a promising place. A gap between rocks, some vegetation, not too thick - with her mud camouflage she figured she would blend right in. A bit away from the path too, it looked like a great place. So she proceeded to move in, and make herself comfortable. She realised it was going to be a more tense experience, as she could now actually watch the path through the bushes, and see the hunters pass by, hopefully without them being able to see her. 

She had only just settled in or the horn sounded already. That was close, she thought. She hoped Phoebe had found a good place as well, and that neither of them would be found this morning. 

The camouflage seemed to work quite well. The first half hour several hunters took to this path for some reason, as if they knew someone was hiding there. They looked around carefully, searched some bushes, looked right at her a few times, but Ashley managed to stay dead still and they just did not see her. She did see the men very well though. She got a bit excited too, as the camouflage worked so well.

Then it went quiet. After about an hour in the game she saw a man coming with a handcuffed girl. It was Jane, she noticed when they came closer. Jane looked down to the ground, obviously unhappy that she had been found. That should be her first time, Ashley realised. She could not remember Jane having been caught before. But she figured it just went to show that everyone would get their turn in being captured.

Time went by, and Ashley started to relax more and more. She heard screams and other noises from where girls were found and were used as appetiser, but nothing very close by and she could not make up who the victims were. She felt like she had become completely invisible, and part of the environment. She could see what happened, without being seen. 

Another quiet half hour passed, and time of the morning session was slowly running out. She saw two men walking down the path, a third man came from the other direction. The three met almost right in front of her, standing just a few meters away. The single hunter was particularly tall, with short blonde curly hair. The other two more average length, both dark haired and wearing chequered shirts. One looked like he was in his early forties, while the other looked younger, not older than about thirty.

"How's it going? You guys any luck?" the single hunter said.

"No, just nothing. I mean look around, so many hiding places. So hard to search. They could be anywhere. There, there, there, there. Anywhere," the older chequered man said. He pointed at various places all around him, including straight at Ashley. She stiffened up, afraid they would see her. "I just don't have luck today." 

The tall man agreed, "Indeed, just no luck. Though at least we got a complete catch already, within the first hour three chicks were caught. I'd really like to be able to at least just find one of those bitches. And man am I looking forward to some pussy. Since yesterday already. Unfortunately when the plane landed the party was over already." 

"Yeah well Fred you'll have to find yourself some, or you'll have to wait till after lunch!" the younger man said. 

"Indeed. Wonder how come we just don't find any," said the older man, looking around again. "But they can hide anywhere, you never know - hey, wait a minute..." He was looking straight at Ashley now. A few seconds later he was standing right in front of her hideout and pushed aside the bush that was hiding her from view. "Now what do we have here! Damn, you're one really dirty bitch, but I must say your camo worked really well. I almost missed you." He grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her up out of the gap. "Too bad that the result is you got mud all over that sexy body."

"Nice catch," Fred said. "Really nice. A bit muddy maybe, but who cares, it's pussy. I'm horny and need to release some pressure or I'm going to explode. Get that pussy over here, let's have some fun with it." 

Ashley was pulled roughly to the path where they pushed her down on her knees. Fred had already opened his pants, and Ashley saw his hard cock coming out. Oh god, that guy is really horny, she thought. And to him she really is just a walking sex toy.

Fred walked towards her, grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and said, "Now just open up like a good girl, OK?" 

She had no choice but to open her mouth, and Fred immediately stuck his dick all the way in. She could taste some urine on it, not too strong luckily. She closed her lips around his shaft, and dutifully started sucking it a bit. 

Fred grabbed her head with both hands, and started moving his dick in and out of her mouth. 

"Don't you have a tongue? I'm sure you know how to give head properly, so you'd better start doing just that," he said, upon which she reluctantly started to work her tongue around the head of his cock, licking around it. 

"Mmm that feels much better, girl. Much better." Fred continued to fuck her mouth for another minute or two, when he pulled out. "Now how about that pussy of yours, I bet it is as good, if not better than your mouth. Mud or no mud." 

The younger chequered man said, "That's too muddy a cunt. Let's do something about that first. Time for some washing-up, dirty bitch." 

He pushed Ashley on her back on the ground and with his muddy boots pushed her knees wide apart. Standing in between her legs he took his dick out of his pants and started peeing over Ashley's crotch.

"Use your hand to clean yourself, bitch," the younger man said, and disgusted Ashley obeyed. She felt his warm urine splatter on her belly, her hand, her legs, and hitting straight on her pussy. With her hands she rubbed her skin around her crotch, washing away most of the mud from that area. His friend followed suit, giving her a second wash down. Ashley had not felt so humiliated before, being forced to clean her private parts with a man's pee was more than she could imagine.

"Now doesn't that look a lot better already, Fred?" 

Fred pulled Ashley up on her feet, then pushed her legs apart and lay down under her with his hard dick sticking up. She was shaking from frustration and humiliation of how these men treated her, especially from being pissed on, but knew better than to comment on it. The men's urine that had collected on her belly was now running down her legs, taking some of the mud with it in the process. She looked down at the hard, throbbing cock pointing at her. It was a large one, this was going to hurt, that was the one thing she was sure about.

"Now come on down, girl," Fred ordered her. "Lower. Now hold my dick and stick it into your hot cunt. Yes, like that." 

Ashley knelt down, then grabbed the hard pole and put it against her opening. She slowly lowered her body, easing on his member. It was big, stretching her seriously, and the remaining mud didn't make it any smoother. The previous treatment left her totally turned off sexually so her pussy was very dry, making it extra hard to take him in. 

When she had barely half of is cock in her, Fred impatiently just pushed her all the way down, causing her to scream in pain. Then he slowly started to fuck her, slowly increasing his speed as she slowly started to get wet after all, ignoring Ashley's obvious discomfort on being fucked dry. 

"She's really tight, and dry. Very dry. But that just gives me extra friction, this is just great," Fred said from under her to his friends. "I'll try to make it last but I think I'm going to fill this fuck hole very soon."

The younger man stepped up, and took his flaccid dick out. "I'm also in for a little appetiser."

Ashley hated that word, appetiser, but she had no choice but to oblige and take him into her mouth. She could strongly taste his urine, it was disgusting, but he was not letting her go. Fred started to fuck her harder, making her moan louder too due to the pain he inflicted on her. She felt she was getting a bit wet again, which she hated but could not control and at least made the ordeal less painful. 

The older man moved over, and demanded some face time from her as well. His dick was also still wet with his urine, making her almost throw up, the taste was that revolting. Ashley managed to control herself, not wanting to face the consequences of angering those men. Sitting on a hard dick, having to suck two more, Ashley got really busy. But not for too long, as she felt the dick down below swell up, and moments later Fred announced he was going to come, and she felt his sperm filling her up. 

Fred got out from under her, and presented his softening cock to Ashley. She saw juices dripping off the tip of it, and could smell the pungent smell of sperm.

"Clean up, bitch," he ordered. 

Ashley licked the dick clean, tasting a combination of her own pussy and his sperm. It did not taste that offensive, after the urine taste she had before. Not that she actually enjoyed it, again she simply had no choice but to oblige. While she sucked the softening cock she felt his cum running out of her pussy, and dripping on the ground. That guy was indeed extremely horny, coming so fast and so much.

she felt someone push her ass a bit further up, until she was sitting on her knees with her thighs straight up, supporting herself against Fred to prevent her from falling forward. A moment later another hard dick entered her pussy. She could not see whose it was. With all the sperm she was lubricated well, and the man started to fuck her hard and fast immediately.

Barely a minute later the horn sounded, ending the hunt and telling the men to return to the entrance. The men stepped away from her, letting her fall to the ground for sudden lack of support.

"Thanks, bitch, I needed that," Fred said.

"We'll be back, slut, I'd love to have more of that pussy," the older man said. So he was the one who last fucked her, Ashley figured.

They closed their pants, and happily chatting they walked back towards the gate, leaving her behind. 

Ashley walked to the pool to wash up. There she found Phoebe who was in the water already, soaking off her mud camouflage. 

"How did it go?" Phoebe asked. 

"Well it seemed to go fine but in the end they found me and had me as appetiser. Oh I hate it when they call me like that. And see that down there?" She pointed at her crotch. "They made me wash myself using their pee!"

"So sorry to hear that, girl. Come on in, and give me a hug. The water is good." 

"Yeah thanks. And how about you? You came scot free?" 

"Yup, camo worked like a charm. They walked by but didn't see me." 

Ashley took off her shoes and entered the water. First she gave Phoebe a big hug and kiss, and after that they washed the mud off one another. Ashley gave her pussy an extra rinse to get rid of the unwanted juices and when that was done they headed back to the cabin for lunch.

When they returned to the cabin, Christie and Janet were almost finished cooking lunch, and the rest of the girls busied themselves laying the table and waiting for the food to be ready. 

Sarah greeted them, "Welcome back, we were already wondering what happened. So that's Jane, Ruby and Jennifer his time. What took you two so long this time?"

"Oh, we were just washing up." Phoebe answered. 

"Washing up, huh?" Sarah said. The other girls were getting interested. 

"Yes, just washing up," confirmed Ashley. "We had covered ourselves in mud as camouflage. Unfortunately didn't work out very well for me, they found me in the end. One guy was so horny he couldn't even wait for lunch, and dumped his load in me. That also needed washing up as I was leaking."

"Did you just say Ruby got caught? She gets caught often," Phoebe said, diverting attention. "If anyone should have an easy time hiding it's her, that tiny body fits anywhere." 

Eva commented, "It seems to me she actually enjoys it, so one might start to think she sometimes makes it a bit easy to be found." 

And then the heat was completely off Phoebe and Ashley, and the girls started to discuss whether Ruby indeed liked being caught, and how she even could enjoy it, as most girls said they accepted the sex, did not like it, and just did it for the money. 





12. Everything backfires.

Over lunch the skies became darker again, and a light drizzle started to fall down. Several of the girls lay down on the bed to rest a bit, and when the girls who were caught in the morning returned to the cabin they all took that as the signal to go and hide again. More girls made it to the river to camouflage themselves, not just Phoebe and Ashley, where they had a quick mudslinging party in the rain before spreading out and hiding themselves.

The rain continued, slowly becoming heavier. Ashley managed to find herself a somewhat dry spot in between some big rocks, and crouched down in the small space. Her camouflage was useless there but at least it was dry. The horn sounded, the rain pounded, and the hunt was on.

The weather went from bad to worse. The rain became progressively heavier, and wind started to blow. She thought she heard thunder in the distance, but was not sure with the noise of the heavy rain. 

Barely half an hour in the game her luck ran out, a man entered her hideout. He just looked over the bushes and looked straight at the muddy girl. "Hello there, trying out a new tactic? We know you're dirty bitches, there is no need to emphasise it like that." 

He grabbed her upper arm and Ashley obligingly got up, and out of her hideout. She was quickly handcuffed and taken to the entrance. 

"Normally I'd put you under the tree there, but as you're so muddy I'd better just chain you to the fence and let nature do the necessary cleaning work," he said, chaining her to the fence, without any protection from the pouring rain.

Ashley started to feel really angry, but knew complaining would probably only make things worse. She was so angry that this camouflage plan, her own idea, backfired this badly, for the second session in a row after it caused her to be pissed on earlier that day. She felt the rain on her body, streams of water running down from her head over her body to the ground, slowly taking the mud with it, cleaning her up. She could only hope that soon the men would move her to a more comfortable place.

The next hour nothing happened. The rain continued to fall heavily, at times there was strong wind, and Ashley started to shiver, feeing cold. She was really uncomfortable there, left all alone. She was afraid that she would be the only one caught that afternoon, that would be horrible. Having to pleasure all those men on her own, who would probably be extra frustrated for not having found more girls.

Then she saw two figures in the rain. Another girl rounded up, it seemed. She could not yet see who it was. The man she soon recognised: that was the tall one who had fucked her this morning. Then she also recognised Emily. Her shoulder-length blonde hair flattened on her head, her handcuffed arms pulled back behind her pushing her large breasts out. Emily was attached to a pole under a tree, the the man walked to Ashley.

"It seems you're a lot cleaner than this morning. Nice to see you again. Let me put you under the tree, I think you're done showering now, no need to keep you in the rain." 

Ashley felt thankful to the man. He took her to the tree, and attached her to the same pole Emily was attached to. She was shivering, feeling really cold. 

Emily moved closer to her. "Come give me a hug, we can keep each other warm."

A bit awkwardly thanks to having one arm chained to the pole the women moved their bodies against each other, and hugged. Ashley felt Emily's warm body against hers, and held it tight in an intense hug. She was so cold, feeling so miserable, she really needed some comfort and warmth. They sat like that for a while, saying nothing, just trying to warm up and not feel so bad about it all. 

Suddenly a voice sounded, "Ashley, what the fuck do you think you are doing?!"

Before she could figure out what was going on, she felt a hard kick to her left side. Shocked she let go of Emily and looked next to her where the kick came from. Phoebe, handcuffed, was lying on the ground next to her, swearing. Swearing at Ashley, swearing at the ground she hit so hard.

"Phoebe, what's wrong with you?" Ashley said, in shock. That kick hurt seriously.

"What's wrong with me, what's wrong with you! Oh fuck I must have dislocated my arm. I hate you! I thought you care about me. But no, the moment you're alone thinking I'm not there you're already in some other woman's arms.

"Ouch, be careful you asshole, that hurts." 

The man that brought her there pulled her up by her arms. "Come on girl, I think I'd better keep you away from the other two for now, and anyway you need a shower. You're dirty."

He took her to the fence where Ashley was attached to earlier, and let her stand in the rain. Phoebe still had quite some mud on her body, which the captor obviously wanted to get rid of before heading back.

"Phoebe, I'm sorry, it's not what you think we're doing. I was just cold and -"

"And you just needed some comfort, right," a seething Phoebe interrupted.

"Well, yes, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you," Ashley said. She was feeling really upset.

"So I'm just a comfort girl to you, or what?" Phoebe cried.

That hurt. Ashley couldn't deny she was looking for comfort and warmth, as she was genuinely cold and just needed to warm up a bit. She also realised Phoebe would not accept this so easily, that much was obvious. And talking to her seemed to make things worse. Phoebe was really angry now, pulling her chains, ignoring the pain of the fall. If she had come loose she would have certainly attacked Ashley. She was livid. Ashley knew she was in for a long, rough night. She just hoped Phoebe would calm down and they could talk again.

Phoebe gave up on unchaining herself, and turned her back to the other two women. She would just occasionally glance over her shoulder to make sure no touching was going on. She had the look of a killer, Ashley thought.

They had to wait for another fifteen minutes before the hunt was over. Phoebe had not said another word, and the other two women wisely remained silent too, sitting as far away from each other as their constraints allowed them.

The men returned to the gate, unchained the girls, and took them all to the bus. Phoebe had calmed down a bit, but would not look at Ashley or talk to her.

Back at the mansion the men dropped their soaked attire, and went in. The girls got in their heels, and left for the kitchen to do their job of serving dinner to the guests. Everyone was cold but inside the mansion it was nice and warm, and the food was smelling delicious. This was the best part of the evening, the only good part actually, Ashley thought.




The Hunt Ch. 11-12



While putting the dishes on the table Ashley noticed that tonight there were a dozen hunters. Not too bad, she thought, quite manageable a number. She was wondering what the rest of the night would bring, particularly the show part. Would they have to dance again? Not likely that she would have to give another show with Phoebe. It wouldn't go that well this time anyway.

It seemed the men had agreed on a no-penetration policy for dinner, even though they were all naked and most cocks stood proudly up. The girls were fondled, of course, but for the rest they were allowed to eat normally. Ashley was happy about this development, as it allowed her to relax a little and to warm up and dry out after the thoroughly cold and wet afternoon. 

Dessert consisted of simple fruit platters, with a selection of sweet and juicy fruits, enjoyed by all.

When dinner was done, and the girls had cleared the table, William took them to the other room for tonight's entertainment.

"Welcome all," he said to his guests, standing on stage. "Tonight we have some special entertainment for you. You must be wondering what this oversized inflatable swimming pool is doing on the stage, well that's what I'm about to explain. This pool contains so-called lotion. It looks like syrupy water but what it does is it makes everything slippery, really slippery and smooth. And we're going to have a lot of fun with the stuff tonight.

"We start off with a few wrestling matches. Two girls, loser is the first to have her shoulders pinned to the ground for three seconds, or she who gives up. To give them some incentive to actually fight, loser is going to be all yours to enjoy for fifteen minutes, lotion included. Next match is winner against the third girl, and so on. Three matches total.

"I have three sticks here, the one with the short stick gets a pass the first round, the other two fight. Ladies, please draw."

Emily got the short stick.

Great, Ashley thought. So that's going to be me against Phoebe. I'm afraid I'm in for a pounding as she's definitely not done with me. 

William was standing between them, and put his arms around their shoulders. "Well ladies, it looks like you two are first. Before you start, please remember this is wrestling, so no biting, scratching, kicking, or smacking. We also don't want any injuries, so be a bit careful with one another please. When I tell you to stop or when you hear the gong, you let go of one another immediately. Breaking a rule may result in an instant loss. I'm your referee. Questions?"

Ashley shook her head, no questions. She saw the other girls shake their heads to.

"Excellent. Then please take your positions now."

Ashley walked on to the lotion-covered surface of the stage. It was really slippery. She turned around, facing Phoebe.

"I've been looking forward to this," Phoebe said, scathingly. "I am going to give you a real pounding, I am going to make you feel sorry you ever joined this, and I am going to make you feel really sorry for betraying me." Her eyes were shooting fire at Ashley, who was petrified by how Phoebe was standing in front of her. That was not the Phoebe she had come to like so much!

Before she could say or do anything, William started the game by hitting the gong. 

Phoebe immediately jumped onto Ashley, throwing them both down in the lotion. Ashley fell down on her back, with Phoebe jumping on top of her. She felt her hair being pulled, hard. She screamed out in pain, and rolled over trying to get rid of her assailant. She heard the crowd cheer them on. A foot pressed down on her upper arm, pinning her down hard. It hurt her badly.

She was completely overrun by Phoebe's aggression. Phoebe dropped her body down on her hard, pressing her face in the layer of lotion. She could not breathe, and had to turn her head to the side. When she opened her mouth to take a gulp of air, she got lotion in her mouth with it. One of her arms was twisted behind her back and a knee was planted on her spine preventing her from moving away. She screamed out in pain, lifting her head from the ground.

She could not do anything. Her arm felt as if it was going to break or be pulled out of its socket at best. Phoebe had her totally pinned down, she could move her legs but with nothing to push against other than the slippery, gooey surface of the pool she was powerless.

A moment later she felt an arm grabbing her around her throat, and then she was roughly pulled back by her neck, on top of Phoebe, who proceeded to pull down her arm hard squashing her throat. Ashley felt her legs were grabbed Phoebe's strong legs, spreading her wide, curving her whole body backwards.

Ashley let out a grunt. She was in serious pain, and struggled to get free. The grip around her neck became tighter and tighter, the pain became too much. With the blood flow in her neck severely restricted she started to feel light in her head and did the only thing left to do to her: stop struggling and lift her hand to show surrender.

The gong sounded again, and the first round was over. It had lasted just a few minutes. Phoebe roughly threw Ashley off of her. 

Ashley pushed herself up a bit, still in serious pain, breathing hard, coughing a few times, trying to recover from the assault. With her neck released the blood returned to her brain which came back to life, making her feel all her bruises even stronger. Her hair was stuck to her face, she could barely see with all the lotion in her eyes, and felt the goo run off her body. She had never felt so miserable before, and wanted to cry but managed to hold it back.

Phoebe bent down towards her and said sternly, "That was for this afternoon. Next time I won't be so gentle with you."

Ashley felt so bad, she really had no intention to betray her lover, or to hurt her. She hurt so much now. Her ribcage that was kicked this afternoon, her twisted arm, her squashed throat, even her heart - everything hurt. 

She was not allowed any time to relax, as just seconds after Phoebe left the men arrived, and she was assaulted again. She was pushed on her back, her legs pushed apart, and seconds later she had a hard cock trying to enter her pussy. She had no idea whose it could be, as by now her eyes were completely covered in lotion and she just could not see anything.

She screamed out in pain, it really hurt, the lotion alone was not enough to lubricate her. She curved her back and spread her legs wide to help him get in easier, just to lessen the pain for herself. The cock must have realised she was still dry, as it started to move in and out, deeper every stroke.

Hands touched her all over, pinching her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure and pain through her body. She was just so sensitive after all the sex she had had over the past week.

A cock was pushed in her face, and it slid into her mouth as soon as she opened up. Being a good slut she started to suck it immediately, and the man started to fuck her face.

The cock in her pussy finally made itself all the way in, and after a short pause started to move in and out. She felt she was quickly getting wet now, with all the attention to her sensitive bits. The pain lessened, making place for feelings of guilty pleasure. She was moaning loudly, sucking the cock in her mouth hard. The cock then withdrew from her mouth, and another took its place.

She felt the cock in her pussy pounding her harder and faster, until it swell and dumped its load of sperm deep into her. The cock withdrew, leaving her feeling a bit disappointed as she had not cum yet. She knew it would not take long for her to reach orgasm, especially as this time she wanted it. After all the frustration of the afternoon, and her spat with Phoebe, she wanted this. Having some physical pleasure after all the misery of the day, totally surrendering her body to be stimulated sexually felt to her like a way to distance herself from all those troubles.

Her pussy was penetrated by another cock, not as long as the first one but definitely thicker. She felt great, being stretched so much. She wrapped her legs around the man's torso and started fucking back hard, while continuing to suck off another man. 

The man in her mouth came, filling her mouth with hot cum. A moment later Ashley finally reached her own orgasm, milking the thick cock for what it was worth, screaming out loudly, and a moment later she felt the dick in her pussy swell and pulse, pumping another load in her, sending her over the edge again.

She felt good. Dirty, yet good, she felt as if it was a kind of revenge on Phoebe, on being left out in the rain for so long, on having been pissed on, on having been used as appetiser. She may have lost the match, but was winning the after party. She also hoped the wrestling match had taken care of most of Phoebe's aggression against her, and that they could talk about it later.

The gong sounded, signalling the end of the fifteen minutes of what was supposed to be punishment. Ashley slowly got up, ravaged, having little strength left in her body. Yet she also felt like all the misery of the day had been pounded away from her body by the men, and the remainder squeezed out by herself when she tensed all her muscles in response to her orgasm. 

She grabbed a towel to clean up her face, so she could finally open her eyes properly again. She crashed down on a lazy chair next to the stage, and tried to relax and gain strength, knowing that soon she would have to fight again. And that time she intended to win, no matter who her opponent would be. One such sex session was enough.

William took to the stage. "That was a great show, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Please give them a big hand!"

The men clapped and cheered.

"While one of our pretty ladies is recovering, I would like to invite the other two to take to the stage, and see who's the better wrestler." 

Ashley opened her eyes, and saw William step down while Emily and Phoebe stepped in the slippery, gooey wrestling ring. The gong sounded, and the match begun.

Neither of the girls managed to get the upper hand. Sometimes it looked like Phoebe was winning, but a moment later it was Emily who was on top and tried to smother Phoebe with her large boobs. The goo was running off their bodies, making them look very shiny as well. Ashley was secretly rooting for Emily. She was still a little upset with Phoebe's aggression against her, and as next match she would be pitted against the winner of this match, it had better not be Phoebe again.

The fight lasted, and the men cheered them on. No rounds, they just had to continue until a winner emerged. It must have been a sight to behold for the men, those two naked women rolling around in the slippery lotion, trying to grab one another where-ever they could get a hold on.

Both were obviously getting tired, and they were taking short breaks from fighting where they would stand up, bent forward with their hands leaning on their knees, panting heavily, waiting for the other girl to take initiative to fight again. And then finally Emily managed to take advantage of a moment of concentration loss by her opponent to push her shoulders against the floor for the required three seconds, and the game was over. Emily left the stage, crashed down in the chair next to Ashley, and together they watched four of the men enter the pool to have their way with Phoebe.

"That's one fierce lady, that girlfriend of yours," Emily said after a few minutes, as she continued to watch the action on the stage.

"My girlfriend? Seems to be more like ex-girlfriend to me."

"I don't think so. She loves you, don't you realise that?"

"I do."

"She won't dump you so easily."

"I don't know, Phoebe can be rather impulsive. She's feeling hurt, badly. She's really angry... She hurt me, really, during that fight."

Phoebe started to scream loudly, whether it was pleasure or pain Ashley couldn't say. A man was fucking her hard doggy style. Phoebe's screams were soon muffled by a man who stuck his dick in her open and available mouth.

"I believe she did. It looked painful to me. Call yourself lucky, she's letting off a lot of steam now."

"What you mean?"

"Her reaction to our hug was overdone. It just pushed her frustration of the week over the edge."

"She kicked me hard back there."

"I know she did, she's jealous. And that means she loves you. And I'm sure she still loves you, and wants to stay with you."

"Why you say so?"

"Because of what she said to you at the end of your match."

Ashley did not say anything, instead she looked at Phoebe. She was still on her hands and knees, being fucked hard doggy-style, while sucking off another cock. Her boobs swung violently under her body. It was as if it was another world out there, Ashley felt totally detached from the events on the stage. She still had loving feelings for Phoebe, but also did not feel much about Phoebe being gang-banged on stage, other than arousal from watching the raw sex taking place. Just sex, no love.

What did she say to me? Ashley thought. She said that this beating was revenge for this afternoon. And that next time she wouldn't be ... wait a moment. Next time she wouldn't be so gentle, she said. Next time, that implies a future, where she is still part of Phoebe's life. 

Ashley suddenly started to feel warm inside. And Phoebe was of course very frustrated, the start of the week had been really rough on her. And did not she herself also just let off a lot of steam, by being a willing sex object?

"You may be right there, thanks for talking to me. An outsider's view can be very helpful. When her anger is gone Phoebe and I really need to talk a bit."

The gong sounded again, indicating it was time for the men to let go of Phoebe. 

"Our turn now. And I'm not going to lose again," Ashley said.

"We'll see, sounds like I shouldn't hold back. Especially as you had a much longer rest than me."

Ashley and Emily got up, prepared to enter the ring for the third match of the evening. Ashley felt energetic again, and was very confident she was going to win this round.

William thanked Phoebe, and asked for a final applause. "This is going to be the third and final match between the ladies. Will it be the sexy brunette again, or will it be the busty blonde this time who's going to be at the mercy of your cocks? We'll know soon enough. Ladies, please take your places!"

Ashley looked at the blonde in front of her. She really looked stronger, but had had a tough match already.

The gong sounded, and the girls started to wrestle. The match started off on fairly equal footing, neither girl being able to get the upper hand. But Ashley soon realised that fatigue from the previous game started to do in her opponent, and before too long she had her arm around the blonde's neck, who quickly surrendered and the match was over.

Three, four, no five men entered the stage to enjoy Emily's body while Ashley walked back to her seat, expecting to find Phoebe there. But the seat was empty, and Phoebe was no-where to be seen.

She just sat there, watching Emily being ravaged by the men. Not all participated, and it seemed some took care not to shoot their loads just yet, obviously anticipating more. Other than the orgy to finish up the night, Ashley was wondering whether there would be anything else that night.

She was also wondering where Phoebe was. Why was she not here at the stage? Did she really not want to see her? Was she still so angry that she did not want to talk? Ashley decided to clear her mind and forget about Phoebe for a while. She would see her friend soon enough, as they would return together, and there would be time for a chat by then. Maybe now was not the best time anyway.

She continued to watch Emily, who was now sitting on a cock, trying to take another in between her breasts, which did not work very well but which did look hot. Ashley caressed her own breasts, starting to feel moist again, mesmerised by the scenes in front of her. Her breasts were too small for that, she thought. Phoebe might be able it pull it off, hers are bigger after all. 

"So you do have the hots for her," a familiar voice sounded next to Ashley.

The magic was broken, and Ashley suddenly felt an enormous jolt of adrenaline shooting through her body. Her mouth became dry. Phoebe had shown up. No idea how long she had been standing there already, but she obviously witnessed Ashley rubbing her own breasts, and being mesmerised by Emily's gang bang.

"Phoebe..." was all she could say.

"Please do continue, don't let me disturb you."

"Phoebe... I..."

"She's hot, isn't she?"

"Ehrm... well..."

"I understand, I can't compete with that girl. That long blonde hair, those big boobs, that full ass."

Ashley remained silent, she could not think of anything to say, afraid of provoking Phoebe into another outrage. Once was enough.

A few minutes later the gong sounded, and Emily got up slowly, her pussy visibly dripping. She walked to Phoebe and Ashley, while the men walked off the stage, and William came back on.

"Thank you, pretty lady, that was a great show.

"And now for the final part of the performances of tonight, we have some more wrestling planned. But this time you get to wrestle with the ladies! For the first round I want to invite our auburn beauty on stage, please?"

Phoebe walked up to William. Ashley watched them, wondering what the idea was now.

"One of you guys will get one minute to get your dick inside of her. She's obviously going to resist. If after this minute you're not successful, there will be a ten second break before the next guy can try. But get your dick inside her pussy and she's yours to finish. If you all had a try, and none is successful, then the lady is a winner."

Ashley was shocked with the idea. Wrestling with a man, who was going to force his way into her, that was going to hurt. And now way she was going to fight off twelve men in a row, even if they would get only a minute each. She saw tension on Phoebe's face too.

Phoebe was placed in the middle of the lotion pool, and the first man walked up, his rock-hard cock standing out in front of him, ready for action. The gong sounded, and he immediately grabbed her, put her on her back, grabbed his dick and tried to insert it into Phoebe who fought back hard. He did not stand a chance. She pushed him away, and before they knew it the minute was over.

The next participants got the same result. They just did not even get near to her pussy. One of them instead decided to just sit down on her, pin her arms to the ground, and massage her breasts and finger her pussy instead, just for the fun of it.

But by the seventh or eighth fight, fatigue started to show. Phoebe could not push him away so easily any more, and one man got dangerously close to her opening. She just managed to turn away. She got tired, and her next opponent simply grabbed her legs, pushed them wide, and before Phoebe could react he had his dick inside of her. Phoebe let out a loud cry, and the guys cheered. The man started fucking her hard and fast. He did not last long, a minute or two later he dumped his load into a very angry Phoebe.

Ashley was next. She wondered how long she could hold off the men, knowing she would get fucked no matter what.

The gong sounded, the first man attacked her. She was pushed on her back, while he tried to open her legs, and force himself in. Ashley managed to work herself free from under him, and won this round. 

A ten-second breather before the next man. She knew her struggles were only postponing the inevitable, yet she was not willing to just give in. Sending off a man did give her a bit of satisfaction, at least he would have to wait until the performance was finished.

She could not fend off the men for too long. The fifth actually managed to get the head of his dick in before she wrestled herself away from him. And with the seventh man it was over for her. The man was really strong, and had no problem keeping the fatigued Ashley in his grip, while he calmly entered her. The remains from the previous sessions helped her lubrication, so it was not very painful.




The Hunt Ch. 11-12



Ashley moaned when he entered her, moans that became louder when he started to move in and out of her pussy. He also did not last long, he shot his load and pulled out. Ashley got up, feeling the gooey lotion run down her body. She walked back to the seat, changing places with Emily who was the last one to try to wrestle off the men.

Silently she sat next to Phoebe, who would not look her straight in the eyes, but stoically focussed on Emily's efforts. Emily lasted even shorter, she must have gotten tired in her previous matches, as she fended off only four guys before the fifth was successful seconds before the gong sounded.

This guy lasted a lot longer though, and he fucked the busty blonde in several positions before finally coming. From her screams Ashley made out that Emily probably also managed to have an orgasm.

When they were done, William entered the stage, clapping his hands. "Thank you ladies, that was wonderful again. This ends our evening performance program, but not the evening, as for the next half hour the ladies are all yours, enjoy!"

The three women were sent down to the centre of the room, where the orgy started immediately. Almost instantly Ashley received a hard cock in her pussy, and she had two on her face competing for her mouth. She was being fucked hard, and quickly lost track of what was happening. It was not that she blacked out, it was just that her brain shut down and let her body take over. 

She was fully conscious of what was happening, but did not register anything. She heard the moans of the other men and women in the room. It seemed the men were hornier than before, apparently they more than enjoyed the wrestling show. 

Ashley felt her orgasm building, and when she came she screamed out loud too. As the men would take turns to keep her pussy filled almost the entire time, her orgasms kept on coming, helping her to lose herself into orgasmic bliss and to forget where she was, what she was doing, and why she was doing it. All questions she would rather not think about too much.

When the orgy was over, the girls were led to the showers. Ashley felt very worn out now. She had patches of dried out lotion on her skin, and cum almost everywhere. Phoebe and Emily looked the same, also looking really worn out. Phoebe seemed to even have lost her anger, at least for the time being.

In the shower, Emily asked, "Phoebe, you still angry with us?"

"No, just sad."

Emily, thank you so much for breaking the ice, Ashley thought. But she did not say anything, figuring she had better remain silent for the time being.

"Really you shouldn't be angry. Ashley was left in the rain for an hour, she was freezing. I just tried to help her get warm, or she might get sick."

"Really."

"Yes, really. I was just trying to be considerate. And she was really cold."

"No kidding."

"Well if you don't want to believe me, there is nothing more I can do, Phoebe."

Silence followed. Phoebe did not answer, and Ashley did not know what to say. They towelled off, and went back to the cabin. Neither of them said anything on the bus or later while walking back to the cabin, where they immediately went upstairs to sleep. Phoebe was sleeping well away from Ashley, Emily keeping a strategic distance from both of them.



The Hunt Ch. 13



13. The fire is back.

"Good morning, good morning, the sun is out, why aren't you?" The always early, always happy Jennifer walked into the bedroom, waking the long sleepers up.

"Some volunteers needed to help with breakfast, I got some fresh rolls in the oven already, Angel has been very good to us again," she announced. Alice and Ruby got up to help her, while Ashley slowly woke up from her deep slumber.

She sat up on the bed, and stretched her sore body. After the previous night's abuse she knew she had to take it easy today and she really should not be found. Which was going to be hard, as it was Friday so the ranks of the men would start to swell, especially in the afternoon.

By the time she got up and walked down to the kitchen, looking to help out a bit, most of the work had been done already. She sat down with the rest of the girls on the table, and started to have breakfast. General chatter sounded, but Ashley was not paying attention to what the girls talked about. She was still thinking of the previous day's events.

After breakfast, when it was time to leave the cabin and go in hiding, she reluctantly approached Phoebe.

"Phoebe ... erm ..." She did not know what to say. She never had problems talking to Phoebe, why was it so hard this time?

"Yes?"

"Erm ... would you ... can we -"

"We should go and hide together now," Phoebe simply stated.

Ashley felt very relieved by the way Phoebe talked to her. It was very matter-of-factly, showing that Phoebe maybe still was not fully over it, but also that she wanted them to stay together.

Silently they walked to their favourite niche. When they went in, Ashley immediately put her arms around her friend, giving her a long hug. "Sorry about yesterday. I really wasn't trying to cheat on you or anything."

"I should say sorry too I guess..."

"Why?"

"I didn't think well. I was so angry of being found, and then saw you hugging her, so intimately..."

Ashley felt her trembling in her arms. Phoebe took a deep breath and let out a loud angry scream. She continued, "I'm so confused, I just don't know – I love you, you know, really I do, and then I saw you like that..." followed by another loud scream. "Ah, that was nice, I needed that."

"I understand your thinking. Emily hugging me so tightly to help me warm up a bit. And later you saw me watching Emily... watching people having sex just turns me on, you know."

"Were you watching me as well?"

"Yes."

"And me wrestling Emily?"

"Yes."

The horn sounded, the morning hunt was on. The girls lowered their voices while they continued to talk.

"Did you cheer for me?"

"No. Honestly, I hoped you would lose. So at least I wouldn't get another pounding from you."

Phoebe grinned, "Yeah I was a bit rough on you I guess."

"That wasn't a bit. That really hurt."

"Sorry, I was just angry. I won't do it again. Can we forgive and forget?"

In reply, Ashley gave Phoebe a long, deep kiss.

Ashley whispered, "Yes, I forgive you."

Phoebe smiled, and the girls kissed again.

It was a very sunny day, very different from the previous days. With everything still very humid thanks to a few days of rain, it was promising to be a hot and humid day. Temperatures soared, even under the rocks it was getting hot, made worse by the total lack of wind that could have provided some cooling. Both girls started to sweat a bit, having to stand against each other only made them feel hotter. The only cooling they had was the rock they leaned against. They could not leave the place for fear of being found.

Silently they stood there, hugged against one another, listening to the noises around them. A few hunters walked by, one even looked behind the bush, but they were not discovered.

"I'm so hot," Phoebe whispered.

"I know you are." Ashley moved her hand up Phoebe's chest and cupped her breast.

"Stop it, that's -"

They heard footsteps on the path near them, and froze. Two men walked by. The footsteps continued, and were soon gone.

"That's not what I meant. Now stop it, you only make it worse."

Ashley squeezed Phoebe's breast once more and then slowly withdrew her hand.

It was all quiet again around them. The girls were standing quietly against each other, both feeling rather uncomfortably hot and sweaty.

"So hot, it's unbearable," Phoebe complained.

"And it's only getting hotter. This afternoon we have to find a better place."

"Sure. I'm hot. Sweaty. I'm dripping."

"What you trying to say here?"

"Nothing," Phoebe said innocently. "Just that I'm hot. And dripping."

"Right."

They both grinned quietly, and hoped the end signal would sound soon so they could come out and go to the pond to cool down in the water.

Ashley heard footsteps again, and the voices of two men talking to each other. It was too far away for her to hear what they were saying. Some distance away from them the footsteps stopped, and then suddenly she heard a loud voice, "Look at that! Hey blondie, good to see you again!"

"Oh, fuck you!" That was obviously Emily's voice.

"Yes, that's exactly what I had in mind," the man answers. "We still have some time, now come with us."

"Ouch, you hurt me, let me go!"

Ashley cringed, imagining what they did to Emily. She heard rustling leaves and breaking branches.

"Just come with me bitch, then it won't hurt a bit."

"Yeah, right. As if you care whether I hurt."

"Well indeed I don't. Now get down and let me fuck those delicious tits of yours."

"Oh, fuck you!"

Ashley looked at Phoebe, who looked back at her and said quietly, "Glad it's not us."

They listened quietly to the screaming girl nearby. Ashley heard the sound of handcuffs being applied. Apparently they needed them to keep Emily under control. From the sounds she heard Ashley made up that the two men were touching Emily all over, getting a good feel of her body. They were likely most interested in her tits, and Emily's protests told her that the men also liked to pinch her nipples.

A few minutes later another man's voice said, "Wow, her pussy is really wet, this bitch is really hot."

Ashley figured he was feeling her pussy up thoroughly, probably sticking a finger or two inside to make sure she is wet there as well.

"Get off of me!" Emily screamed.

Ashley suddenly felt a hand rubbing her own pussy. She jolted a bit, and with big eyes looked at Phoebe, who had a wide grin on her face. 

"You're wet, too," Phoebe stated, and the rubbing continued.

"Help me with those cuffs," the first man said. "I wanna put her down there, hands above her head around that small tree. That should help keeping her under control."

Emily obviously put up a fight, but she is no match against two men and soon enough Ashley heard the click of handcuffs closing. 

"Ah, that looks better. Now I can finally give those boobs a good fuck."

"Oh no you won't," Emily shouted. "You bastard, tying me down like this, what're you thinking?"

The man didn't answer. Ashley heard some noises that she couldn't really place.

"Ouch, get off of me!" Emily's protests continued.

"Lovely tits indeed. Feels good around my dick," the man said a moment later.

"Lovely sight it is," said the other man. "You hold her down? I want that pussy."

"She's still fighting. I love fierce bitches. These tits are really great."

"Get off of me, you hurt me, let go of my legs dammit!" she screamed.

"Lovely pussy. No you're not gonna fight me off again, bitch. Oh yeah, just hold her like that. Perfect."

"Fuck it, let me go you bastards, didn't you have enough yesterday or so?" Emily shouted, followed by a loud scream. 

Ashley imagined the man pushing his dick into Emily's wet pussy, like she had witnessed the previous night, while the other one was still sitting on her belly with his dick in between her breasts. Emily's scream probably meant that he just sunk his dick into her completely in one go. Ashley felt her own arousal growing. A finger entered her pussy. She jumped, as if an electric shock went through her body. She opened her mouth as if she was going to say something but managed to remain silent, and looked at Phoebe with her eyes wide open. Phoebe now had a very devilish grin on her face.

"Great pussy," she heard the man say, while Emily's protest screams continued, soon followed by the sound of flesh against flesh, as Emily was being fucked deep and hard. 

Ashley felt the finger in her pussy moving in and out, arousing her strongly. 

Phoebe whispered, "And a great pussy it is."

"Wanna switch places?" a man said. "Here, hold her legs. Be careful, she's a kicker."

The sounds of people having sex stopped. Ashley imagined the men must be switching places, all the while having to keep a fierce Emily under control.

"Ouch, you hurt me, asshole, I'm not made of rubber!"

"Oh yeah nice pussy, so wet. I love it when they struggle."

"And great tits indeed. Big and natural, very soft."

Ashley moaned softly, and put her mouth against Phoebe's neck to muffle the sound. She was feeling very hot, very aroused. She felt her sweat running off her body. She listened intently to the sounds of the action nearby.

"My hair, fuck, that hurts!" 

"Stop screaming and start sucking."

Suddenly Emily's screams sounded a bit muffled. Ashley could hear the rhythmic sound of two bodies slapping together, that man must be pounding her really hard now. Intermittently she could hear slurping sounds from the blow job Emily was now forced to give.

Soon after the horn sounded, and the morning session was over.

She heard Emily's screams stop, she heard the men thank her for being a nice appetiser and that they were looking forward to find her again this afternoon. They laughed at the abuse Emily hurled at them while they walked away.

The fingers in Ashley's pussy were moving slower, but did not withdraw immediately.

"It's time to go have lunch," Phoebe said, matter of factly, as if nothing special was happening.

Ashley looked at her, sweating, highly aroused, "Why you stop?"

"Playtime is over," Phoebe grinned, and pulled out her finger. "Time for a bath, you're sweaty. I can smell it." She pinched her nose with one hand, making a face as if there suddenly was a very bad smell.

Ashley gave her a dirty look, frustrated by being so worked up without being relieved.

The girls left their hideout and walked hand in hand to the pond, and jumped in the water. Emily was there, lying on the small beach at the shore, together with Janet and Sarah. Only their heads were sticking out of the water. The other girls were apparently not back yet, or went to the cabin. 

"They got me again," Emily complained. "The bastards. As if yesterday wasn't enough for them."

"We know that already," Ashley said.

"What, you could hear me?"

"Well with the volume you made..." Janet said.

"Oh, was I that loud? Sorry about that."

"Don't worry. I enjoyed it. Ashley too, I believe," Phoebe said, giving a knowing look at Ashley.

Ashley felt her face turn red.

"Well, at least someone enjoyed it," Emily said sarcastically. "And besides, I'm happy to see you two made up again."

They bathed for another five minutes before heading back to the cabin. The twelve of them sat down and had their lunch, after which they played a game of volleyball together. Finally the weather was good for that, so they were all eager to grab the opportunity.

When the morning's catch returned they all went for a dip in the water to cool down, and then off to hide. Ashley and Phoebe had decided not to hide together this time, as it was too hot for that.

The afternoon passed wholly uneventful. Ashley found a small niche up and over a rock, protected from the sun and just big enough for her to crawl in. She just sat there, feeling rather uncomfortable as she could barely move, listening to the voices around her. She could not really make up what was going on, the sounds were too far away.

When the horn sounded, Ashley had some difficulty climbing out, as her muscles were still sore from the previous night, and stiff from the cramped space she was hiding in. She walked back to the lake for a dip. Phoebe, Judith, Christie, Emma and Ruby were there already. She noticed that the girls, except Ruby, were lying just so that their breasts just came out of the water.

"Hello girls, how was your afternoon?" she asked, while lowering herself in the water.

"Boring," answered Phoebe.

"Unfair," complained Ruby.

"Oh, why so?" Ashley asked.

"Well, first of all I was found. About an hour in the game. By then they had caught Jennifer, Eva and Jane already, so the guy who found me had me suck him hard, then he fucked me a bit, but didn't want to come, just wanted to get horny. He got me horny too, of course. 

When he was done with me he sent me off, being a good girl I hid again, and shortly before the end two guys found me and repeated the same ritual. So now I'm really horny and no-one to help me with it."

"I really feel for you," Emma said sarcastically.

"That's not all. Then I come here, and the two of them are there already, playing games: who can stick her boobs the highest above the surface while keeping her body submerged. And want me to join. That's just unfair, they know I don't stand a chance. I can barely get my nipples out without breaking the surface elsewhere."

"Maybe you have a private match with Ashley," Christie suggested.

"Hey, I'm not that flat," Ashley feigned being upset. She sat up, and pushed her breasts up in her hands. "Look, a good hand full, nothing wrong with that."

They all laughed, even Ruby. The girls had some more idle chitchat and after a while made it back to the cabin for dinner.

After dinner Angel visited them, this time carrying a box of cakes for the girls, which were well received. Angel gave the girls a quick status update, and was happy to hear that there were no problems with the hunters, or any other issues. When the cakes were finished Angel left. Some of the girls went for an evening walk, others for a swim, yet others went for an early night sleep. 

It was a warm summer night, the insects were chirping loudly. Ashley and Phoebe went for an evening walk together, hoping to be alone for a while. They walked slowly, hand in hand, rather randomly thought the forest. 

When they approached a grassy spot Phoebe stopped in her tracks. "Do you hear that?" she whispered.

Ashley listened quietly. She heard a woman moaning softly. A grin appeared on her face, and they slowly walked on, taking care to stay in the darkness under the trees, to have a closer look at. In the pale light of the full moon they saw a smallish figure lying in the grass. She was lying on her back, one hand rubbing her chest, her legs pulled up and spread out a bit.

Ashley recognised the petite figure as Ruby. And realised how Ruby complained that she had sex during the hunt, but the men did not satisfy her, and she was obviously taking care of that now.

Ruby moaned softly. She had one hand in between her legs, the other was massaging her breasts. From the darkness under the tree, and behind a low bush, Ashley was positive they were invisible to the masturbating girl. She and Phoebe were just standing there, looking at the Asian girl masturbating in the moonlight. Ashley really enjoyed the sight, she looked so beautiful. The pale white light on that tanned skin, her hands moving over her body, her soft moans, and her obvious eagerness to satisfy herself.

Ashley felt a brush against her back. She hadn't noticed that Phoebe carefully moved herself behind her, and was rubbing her breasts against Ashley's back. Ashley felt her lover hug her from behind. She felt two soft hands rubbing over her tummy, she could feel Phoebe's breasts rubbing against her back, she felt a patch of pubic hair rubbing against her ass, and Phoebe's head was resting on her shoulder. It was mesmerising. And all the time she did not take her eyes off Ruby, who was slowly moaning louder. She felt moisture building in between her legs.

The hands moved slowly up from her belly, touching the bottom of her rib cage, reaching the bottom of her breasts before moving down again. The hands moved up along her side, sending shivers through her body. She let out a soft sigh. The hands slowly moved up, all the way to the sides of her breasts, before moving down again to her belly, holding her tight for a moment. Some hair tickled her neck. She shivered again. 

Ruby was moving her hand faster, rubbing her breasts harder too. It looked like she was pinching her own nipples but that was hard to see in the pale light and from a distance.

Ashley felt Phoebe's hands move up again, stopping again when they touched her breasts. She felt the hands move sideways, and they went up around her breasts and on her shoulders. Phoebe's arms pressed against the sides of her breasts, while Phoebe held her shoulders. Then Phoebe moved her hands down again. Ashley felt them reach the top of her breasts, and continuing to go down. She was breathing heavier in anticipation of her sensitive nipples being stimulated.

Ruby moaned louder, obviously nearing her orgasm.

Phoebe's hands moved back to her side again, without touching her nipples. She realised her nipples were already hard, and that her pussy was really getting wet. She felt Phoebe's hands move onto her belly, and slowly moving up again. This time they continued, and her breasts were gently cupped by the roaming hands. It was electrifying, sending jolts of lust and desire through her body. She never imagined how hot it could be to secretly watch a girl masturbating with another woman caressing her body.

Ruby was letting out some pretty loud screams now, and arched her back. She was obviously having her orgasm now.

At the same time Ashley felt her nipples being pinched gently. It sent another jolt of pleasure through her body. She bent her head backwards, pushing her chest forward, and let out a soft moan. She just couldn't control herself at that moment, she was getting too aroused by the sight of Ruby masturbating herself to orgasm, while being stimulated by her lover.

"Show's over, let's go and find a place for ourselves," Phoebe whispered in her ear. Ashley felt slight disappointment when Phoebe dropped her hands. 

Ruby had become quiet now, she was just lying on her back, motionless, except for her chest moving up and down quickly. 

Ashley turned around, grabbed Phoebe's head, and kissed her hard. 

"Let's find a more comfy place, where we can finish off what we started this morning," Phoebe said softly, and she grabbed Ashley's hand and they quietly walked away. 

It was not long before they found their own moonlit patch of grass, and made themselves comfortable.

"You're really making it a habit of getting me all worked up," Ashley said after they lay down next to each other. "That was the second time today."

"I can't help you're such a voyeur," Phoebe countered, rolling on her side.

"I'm not!"

"Oh yes you are. Didn't you enjoy watching Ruby getting off?" Phoebe trailed her finger tips over Ashley's belly.

"She was just looking so beautiful in the moonlight..."

"And I bet you had last night's images in your mind when you listened to Emily being abused this morning."

Ashley did not say anything, but she did think back of this morning, and last night. She felt Phoebe's fingers trail over her belly, over her chest, over her breasts, carefully avoiding her sensitive bits.

"I was thinking of what I saw last night, when I heard Emily," Phoebe admitted, continuously rubbing her fingers over Ashley's body. "I guess I'm also a bit of a voyeur. Imagining how she would take a dick between those big boobs of hers. How they held her down to penetrate her. It really turned me on."

"Same for me. It was almost as if I was watching it directly, having seen her last night. And then Ruby, that's really a sex animal. Insatiable."




The Hunt Ch. 13



Phoebe grinned, "And you are not?"

"I just can't get enough of you, that's all." Ashley turned to her side, pushed Phoebe over, and lay down on top of her for a deep kiss. 

"Can't get enough of you," she repeated after breaking the kiss. She pushed herself up to a sitting position, with her legs folded and her knees next to Phoebe's chest. 

"You just look so beautiful," she said, and looked down at the auburn beauty under her, bathing in the moonlight. She looked at how her curly hair fell down around her head, her brown eyes, the shadow of her chin on her neck, her smooth shoulders and strong arms. 

She ran her hands down Phoebe's shoulders, over her arms, and back up again. Her skin felt soft and smooth as silk. She pulled her hands down, trailing only her fingers over Phoebe's chest, softly and slowly. She looked at her beautiful chest. Her breasts slightly flattened and bulging to the sides, her nipples standing proud. She ran her fingers over Phoebe's chest, down to her belly, where she playfully stuck a finger in her belly button.

She bent forward, rubbing her breasts over her lover's. She kissed Phoebe again, before sitting up again. She put her hands on Phoebe's breasts, and started to massage them gently. She noticed Phoebe started to breathe a bit faster. Then she bent down again, and took a nipple in her mouth. She gently sucked it, and flicked her tongue over it, feeling its firm texture. The nipple seemed to grow a bit even under her sucking. Phoebe let out a soft moan. 

She moved her mouth to the other nipple, repeating the treatment, taking her time to get a good taste of that succulent flesh. Her hand moved up and started to massage the other breast, gently pinching the still rock hard nipple on top. 

Ashley felt herself getting very aroused again, just by looking at that lovely creature under her, and by playing with her breasts. She rubbed her crotch up and down, which felt good. She continued to kiss and massage her lover's breasts, sucking the nipples, nibbling them gently, occasionally switching between the two. The girl under her started to moan louder, and breath faster. She was obviously getting very aroused now. 

Ashley sat up again, just massaging those beautiful soft breasts with her hands, looking at the Phoebe's face. Eyes closed, mouth open, her hair getting a bit messy with her movement. She looked so beautiful, Ashley thought. So sweet and innocent.

"You're so beautiful," Ashley said. "I just can't get enough of you."

Phoebe moaned, "You're beautiful too. I love you."

"I love you too." Ashley moved forward, and started kissing again. They kissed long and hard, eagerly exploring one another with their tongues. Tasting each other, enjoying the intimate touch of the kiss.

Ashley kissed her lover's face, her ears, her neck, her shoulders. She slowly trailed her tongue down to Phoebe's breasts, eliciting giggles and moans. She gently kissed first one, then the other nipple, before kissing her way further down. She stuck her tongue in Phoebe's belly button, eliciting more giggles from under her. Then she moved further down, to the salty sweet wetness of Phoebe's pussy. She was really wet, even her thighs were wet already. Her pussy was dripping. Ashley wasted no time and started licking and sucking, getting an immediate reaction. She heard a loud moan, and felt Phoebe pressing her pelvis in her face, wrapping her legs around her head, and pushing her head down onto that deliciously soft and wet pussy.

Ashley did not need any more encouragement. She started sucking and licking Phoebe's snatch, enjoying the taste. Her tongue explored the whole area, from the small tuft of hair just above it, all the way down. The firm and thick outer lips, the smaller and juicy inner lips, her protruding clitoris, she explored it all. She even tried to stick her tongue in Phoebe's vagina, as far as she could reach, trying to get closer to the source of that delicious nectar.

Just minutes later Phoebe started to scream loud, holding Ashley's head tight between her legs. Ashley could not move, and had no choice but to continue to suck and drink Phoebe's now freely running juices, until Phoebe finally let go of her.

"Thanks, that was great," sighed Phoebe. "Really great. Now come over here, I also have a job to finish."

Ashley moved forward, and their lips met again. She kissed Phoebe, who answered her kiss furiously. 

She felt Phoebe grab her ass, and heard her say, "Now come over here I said," and Phoebe started to pull her forward, until she was sitting on Phoebe's face. Immediately she felt a tongue in her pussy, licking her out. Phoebe held her ass with her hands, and pulled her head against Ashley's pussy, sucking hard. 

Ashley supported herself on her arms, and moved her hips around her lover's face. She moaned loudly. She was feeling so good, every time Phoebe's tongue hit her clit she felt pulses of pleasure through her body. It did not take her long to reach the ultimate high note, and while she moaned loudly she coated Phoebe's face in her juices. 

When her orgasm subsided, she just collapsed on the ground. Phoebe moved to give her a kiss, and they hugged tightly. Ashley could not say anything, she was just completely spent. That was the best sex she had ever had. With a woman, to boot. A beautiful, lovely woman, that was now in her arms. This was the best feeling ever.

They rested for a while, and then got up, and slowly walked back to the cabin.

Ashley looked at Phoebe, and said, "You know, the best sex is still the sex you have with the person you love, don't you think?"

"Sure it is. Everything else is just – well – just sex. Making love is much better."

"Will you get jealous at me again?"

"Not for you having sex with your customers. Not for seeing you hugging another woman, or even for looking at others. As long as you reserve your love and your kisses for me, I'll reserve my love and kisses for you."

"No kissing customers, for sure," Ashley agreed. "My love and my kisses are all for you."

Ashley felt really happy that now they had reached this pact of understanding. She was so much in love with Phoebe, she really did not want anything to come in between them again. Which in their line of work is of course not easy, but they both knew what they were doing and understood it.

When they returned to the cabin all the other girls were sound asleep already. They managed to find a space between two sleeping bodies where they could just squeeze in together, and quickly fell asleep.



The Hunt Ch. 14



14. Pizza day.

"Wakey, wakey everybody. We're almost there, tomorrow will be the last time I wake you up."

Ashley slowly opened her eyes. Jennifer was calling the reveille as always.

"You too, lovebirds, time to wake up!"

She felt someone tickle the bottom of her feet, and she quickly pulled back her leg. A moment later Phoebe who was lying on her arm, suddenly moved too.

"Jennifer, I'm awake already," Phoebe grumbled. "No need to start tickling my foot, thank you very much."

It was promising to be another hot day. Early morning and the sun was out in force, heating up the land quickly. The girls all had breakfast together, and talked a bit about the previous night.

Sarah told that there were maybe a dozen men hunting that afternoon, but when she was taken to the mansion they saw the plane land bringing in a few more. That night was busy, eighteen horny men, and it was hard work for just three women to satisfy them all. And for today, she was told, they expected to have a full house.

A full house, that meant twenty hunters. They all realised it was going to be hard to remain hidden, many of them would be found over the course of the morning and the afternoon.

The girls started to become a bit weary after a full week of playing the same game, and the stress the continuous semi-consensual sex put on them. Two more days to go, of which the second day they would have to be found, no matter what. And then it would all be over, and time to collect their cheques. That final thought is what kept everyone going.

Ashley went for the same place she hid herself last time, even though it was rather uncomfortable, as she felt safe there. Phoebe went her own way, to their favourite niche hideout, which they did not want to use together as the weather was too hot.

It was indeed a busy day. Twenty hunters, that meant they could easily cover the whole area, and search it very thoroughly. Ashley heard several men walk by her hiding place and search the surroundings, yet none managed to find her. 

When the session was over and the men had left, she climbed out and went for a dip in the pond, before going for lunch.

In the cabin there was a little surprise: a note had appeared on the kitchen table.





Pizza tonight!

As you ladies have been working so hard these days, you're in for a little treat. No need for you to cook tonight, if you have any preferences for toppings please write them down and leave this note on the kitchen table.

Delivery will be about 19:00 tonight.

Angel and William.





The girls cheered. They all liked pizza, and if the other food they had in the mansion over the week was anything to go by, it would be great pizza. Much better than their own cooking. They wrote down a few preferences, and after finishing their lunch they left the note prominently on the kitchen table.

The sun was burning mercilessly that afternoon. Temperatures continued to soar, and combined with the high humidity made for rather uncomfortable weather. Having to squeeze oneself in a rock opening or under thick bushes made it only worse.

After lunch all the women went to the pool for some time of cooling down, joined later by the three that were caught in the morning. Quite late before the start of the afternoon hunt they quickly made their way to their hideouts. The horn sounded just when Ashley hid herself again high up the rock. She strongly hoped to be spared unwanted dicks for the whole day.

It seemed the men were on a roll. Soon after the game started she heard the first female protest screams. She could not make out who it was they caught. Her area was searched twice as well, but again the men didn't go far enough in their search. 

A while later she heard cries nearby: that sounded like Jennifer. So they got at least two already, she thought. And that was well within the first half hour of the hunt. Not exactly promising. But at least she hoped that the men would have caught three of the others already when she is found, if that were to happen.

An uncomfortable and quiet hour later she heard someone searching her area again. She heard him rumble around, muttering by himself how he was so unhappy and how he couldn't find anyone. Hearing that, Ashley knew, is a bad omen. A very bad omen, a prelude for being found. She started to get nervous, her heart was beating harder, she couldn't breath well, and started to feel really hot and sweaty.

And she was right. Suddenly she saw a bunch of red curls appearing, followed by a pair of blue eyes. 

"Nice hide you got there, pretty lady. Really nice. I almost missed you. But it's my lucky day, I found you! And you know, you're all mine now. No sorry, ours I should say. My friend is here too. But you're mostly mine as I found you. Just as said this morning: the first three we find are for the main course, any others you may have for appetiser.

"Now what're you waiting for, come on out please. It's too hot for us to have to drag you out. But we'll do that if needed."

Ashley slowly started moving, swearing a bit under her breath as she was so angry at being found again. And now this man was pretty smooth talking but from her club experience she knew that those also tended to be the more demanding and more evil customers.

"Hey, Daniel, I got one here!" he called out over his shoulder.

"Well done," she heard another man say.

A moment later a muscular man with a crew cut appeared. That must be Daniel, Ashley figured.

She slowly climbed out of her hole, and climbed down the rock to the ground. She was standing in front of the two men, moving a bit to stretch her muscles, and just waited for them to make a move. She was obviously going to be abused again. On the upside, she wasn't going to miss tonight's pizza party.

"Great find you have there, mate," the crew cut said.

"Sure, it's really a beauty, isn't she?"

"Absolutely. Will you share her with me?"

"Of course, that's what friends are for. And I'm sure she can handle the two of us."

"Thanks, mate."

"You welcome. I'm quite proud of this find. I mean, look at that, doesn't she look good?" 

The redhead slowly started walking around her, looking at her intently. "Pretty eyes, I like that. A pleasure to look at when she's sucking your dick. Hair a bit messed up, gives her a nice wild look."

Ashley felt he had moved closer to her back, and suddenly felt two hands grab her breasts from behind. She let out a short scream in dismay, from being grabbed like that and the description he just gave her.

"Those tits are really nice, a perfect hand full. I love them small, just like this." He massaged her breasts a bit, and pinched her nipple, hard. 

"Ouch, that hurt!" Ashley screamed, bending forward in reflex.

"Oh, really," the man said. He pinched her again.

"Ouch!" Ashley screamed again, it really hurt her. The stinging pain caused her to bend forward, and she tried to pull out of the man's grasp.

She saw Daniel looking at her, laughing. "Sounds good, mate."

"Ouch! Now stop that, bastard!" Ashley screamed, as she her nipples were pinched a third time, and really hard now. She struggled a bit harder, and the man let her go now. "Fuck you, that really hurt. I know you're allowed to play with me but I also have my limits." She covered her breasts with her hands, hoping to lessen the pain.

She didn't notice Daniel had moved behind her in the meantime, and a moment later her arms were roughly pulled behind her back, and before she knew it he had handcuffed her. "That's better, you don't need those hands anyway," Daniel commented.

"Let's see whether those eyes are as beautiful as I think they are," the redhead said.

He pushed Ashley down on her knees, and unzipped his pants. His half-hard cock came out, and he grabbed a handful of her hair, "Now get to work, pretty lady, and don't forget to look me in the eyes while you're at it."

Ashley opened her mouth, knowing she had better follow his commands. She started licking his dick and balls without much feeling, while looking the man in his eyes. Evil eyes, she thought. His dick started to grow and stiffen quickly, and soon was standing up proud. She continued to lick the sides of it, slowly coating it in her saliva. She took one of his testicles in her mouth, then the other, gently sucking them. She let her tongue run along the length of his shaft, circling the purple head for a bit, before running her lips along the side back down to his scrotum.

She took her time licking him, not because she liked giving head to this man so much, but because she figured any alternative would be worse. It was the lesser evil of things she could think of they could do to her.

For a while, the redhead let her do her thing. "Those eyes are really pretty, you know. Now why don't you take my cock into your mouth, that'll make your face look even prettier."

By her hair he pulled her head back a bit, and positioned his throbbing cock in front of her half open mouth, and started to push it in. Ashley, wondering why it was he thought she looks pretty with a cock in her mouth, slowly opened her mouth to let him in. He was thick and rather long, she could barely his whole length without gagging. Looking her in the eyes he slowly pushed further until her lips touched his pubes. She could now clearly smell his body odour. She did not like the smell. He slowly started to move in and out of her mouth, all the time looking at her eyes, while Ashley started to suck. It took all her willpower not to start gagging, or worse, as she felt the head of his dick reaching her throat.

"Daniel, you see that? Isn't she beautiful?"

"Sure she is. Looks great with your dick in her mouth. It's been a while since I've seen you being sucked by such a pretty chick. The last ones weren't that great."

"Definitely one of the best recently. And she really sucks nicely, you see those cheeks?"

"Yes I do, looks like she's a good little cocksucker."

"Beautiful isn't it, just beautiful. And she's gaining bonus points for being able to take me all in. You wanna try? You really should try her out. She's good."

"Sure, mate, let's do it."

The redhead pulled out his dick, and Daniel moved over to her, his already hard dick sticking out through the fly of his pants. He had not even bothered to open his belt, he just took out his dick, and moved it into Ashley's mouth. He also started to fuck her mouth slowly while looking at her eyes.

"She's even more beautiful from this angle," he commented.

"Told you so!"

"And she really sucks good, I love it."

"Mind if I put her on all fours now?"

"No not at all mate. I'll sit on that rock over there, looks like the right height." Daniel withdrew his cock from her mouth, and sat down on a rock a meter or two away.

The redhead removed her handcuffs, and said, "You heard it, down on your hands and knees. Oh and that doesn't mean you should stop sucking my friend."

Ashley crawled over to Daniel, and continued to suck him. The redhead moved behind her, and ran a finger over her pussy, and then stuck it in. She was still pretty dry, so she cringed and moaned from the pain when he did that.

"Pretty dry. Oh well. May I borrow that mouth for a bit?" the redhead asked.

Ashley felt a hand grab a bundle of her hair, and roughly pull her up from Daniels cock. The redhead stuck his cock in her mouth again, and moved it a few times. Then he pushed her back to Daniel, and she continued sucking.

"That should take care of the dryness. There we go again," he announced, and started to push his saliva-coated dick in Ashley's still mostly dry pussy. It hurt, and she screamed, muffled by Daniels cock. The force at which the redhead tried to enter her pussy pushed her deep onto Daniels dick, making her gag. That was too deep. She could hardly breathe, her nose being pushed in his clothes. The redhad moved in and out a few times, and then his whole dick was inside her pussy. It hurt badly, Ashley had tears in her eyes. She felt so miserable. First her nipples, now her pussy, does that man really have no mercy?

He started to move in and out slowly, and Ashley found that she was slowly getting wet. That at least lessened her pain, but it also encouraged the man to fuck her harder, pushing her even deeper on Daniel's cock. She was gagging, and managed to let the cock slip out of her mouth. She coughed, but the redhead would not stop fucking her and Daniel just grabbed her head and put his dick back in her mouth.

"This slut is getting wet fast, I think we have a candidate for slut of the month."

"Agreed. Beautiful, sucks good, fucks good, perfect little tits, those are rare."

"I'll leave her cunt for you to sample now, not going to shoot my load just yet. It's just an appetiser. The main course is waiting for us."

The redhead pulled out, and Daniel pulled her off of his cock by her hair.

"Well then I'll fuck her to perfection, mate. Appetisers are to take the edge of the hunger, and that's what I really need now. My first pussy in at least a week."

The guys pushed Ashley on her back, and the redhead grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs towards her torso, making her ass stick up a bit.

"Oh yes, of course, you only arrived well after lunch. So that congress last week was boring too?"

Daniel penetrated her, and started moving in and out. Slowly and deliberately, while continuing to talk to the redhead. The way her legs were held it was easy for him to penetrate her deep, she could feel the rough edges of the zip of his fly against her pussy lips, and the rough fabric of his pants against her ass.

"Yes, only guys, and in the middle of nowhere. So boring, but I have to, it's part of the job. At least the talks were quite good."

It was as if Ashley wasn't there. These guys were just talking about their daily life, while Daniel was fucking her, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. She had never felt so humiliated, so much reduced to just meat, made disposable, a pure commodity.

"That's something. Now what do you think of this pussy?" The redhead then turned his face to Ashley, and looked her in the eyes again. "Please clean me up now."

His dick was dangling in front of her face, not as hard as it used to be. And at least he asked nicely, that was quite something. She opened her mouth, and the moment he slid his dick in between her lips Daniel started to fuck her harder. 

The redhead let go of her ankles, which now rested against Daniel's shoulders, held in place by his arms. The redhead held her head by her hair, and she dutifully started to lick him clean, tasting her own juices. He also quickly started to get hard again. Soon though he pulled out, and she saw him pushing back his hard cock in his pants, and zipping up.

Daniel was fucking her so hard that it hurt, and she started to moan. This only seemed to encourage him more, as he was fucking even harder. He didn't last long. She felt his dick harden, and starting to pulse as he shot his semen deep into her, while he let out some loud moans. When he finished pulsing, he pulled out and let go of her legs.

"That was good, thanks again for finding such a hot bitch, mate, I really needed that," he said, looking at the redhead. Then he looked at Ashley, and said, "One final job for you, then we'll let you go."

He moved his dick down to her face, and into her mouth. She could smell the sperm on his dick which tasted like a combination of pussy and sperm. He soon pulled out, and put his cock back into his pants, and zipped up. The men were standing next to her, and continued to talk.

"You know going to such a congress is not that bad, really," Daniel said.

"No, why?"

"Well for one after that the sex is always extra nice."

"Because of the extra desire."

"Absolutely. That's why I booked this event for right after the congress."

"Like last year, right?"

"Indeed, they always coincide. And this congress is the driest of all."

"You're in the wrong business, man."

"As if you're doing so much better."

"Well most of the congresses I go to have plenty of chicks around. Usually I can get some pussy there. It's a bit of work but that's also part of the fun."

Ashley was just lying there, legs a bit spread, listening to the men. Cum was dripping out of her pussy. She felt as if she was just a disposable product to them, to be used and discarded. Those men were just talking as if she wasn't there, and if nothing special happened. She felt disgusted by the experience. Men like that are part of the business, she knew that long time. But she had never before experienced it so explicitly as now.

"Agreed. You can just pay and have what you want right away, but I also think it's more satisfying when you actually have to chat her up first and have the risk of rejection," Daniel said.

"The main problem is to get rid of them later. And shouldn't we start walking back? It's almost time."

The men started walking away from Ashley, slowly, continuing their talk.

"Just tell them you have to fly out the next day"

"Then they see your congress is to last another three days."

"You shouldn't hit on the smart ones."

"The dumb ones are too easy, no challenge."

Their voices faded, and Ashley was alone again. The horn sounded, indicating the hunt was finished. 

She slowly got up, and felt more of Daniel's cum run out of her pussy, and trickle down her legs. She felt very dirty, and quickly started to think of better things, such as the refreshing water of the pond, and the promised pizza for tonight. She was also wondering how Phoebe was doing, and started to cheer up already, looking forward to see her again.

She walked to the pond, and soaked her body in it. It felt like she was cleaning away all the disgust she was feeling together with her sweat and the other juices the men left behind. The other women joined her, but Phoebe was not there. That was a great downer for Ashley. Was she caught again? Must be. Poor girl, getting caught so often, and then on such a busy night. With people like Daniel and that redhead around. She shuddered at the thought. She really felt for Phoebe. They were both so looking forward to the pizzas, Phoebe told her she loves pizza very much.

The women had a splash in the water, and half an hour later the twelve of them walked to the cabin, eagerly waiting for the promised pizza delivery.

Shortly past seven the pizza delivery came in the form of Angel carrying a large bag. She looked beautiful as always, simply dressed in a tight tank top and knee-long skirt, leaving a small strip of skin of her belly exposed. No bra as usual, Ashley noticed her nipples pushing out the thin fabric. And that big bag of fantastic smelling pizza made her look like a true angel, coming down from the sky.

Angel opened the bag, and took out a large bowl of Italian style salad, followed by six large pizzas. "You guys had quite some requests, we couldn't fulfil them all, we had to make a selection. Six different pizzas, it will be more than enough for you, we just didn't want to disappoint too many of you for not having your selection. The cooks did their best on them, these pizzas came out of the oven in the mansion just fifteen minutes ago. Eat them while fresh."

The pizzas were put on the table, cut into slices, and it quickly became silent as all the women, Angel included, were enjoying the Italian style goodness. Ashley had never tasted so good a pizza before, the cooks in the mansion were really good. The salad was fantastic too. She hoped that Phoebe would also have some good food to eat, and that the men wouldn't treat her too harsh.

After dinner Angel held a short briefing again. 

"Tomorrow, Sunday, is the last day of the event. Please tell what I'm about to tell you to Phoebe, Jennifer and Janet when they come back tonight. They will be tired, but it's important for them to know what's going to happen.




The Hunt Ch. 14



"The hunt is going to start at nine, so be ready early. The weather is predicted to be hot, at least as hot as today. The hunt will continue until all fifteen of you have been found. When you're found the hunter may want to play a bit first, though they're supposed to just take you to the gate.

"After lunch there will be a program including various sexual games. After dinner well, nothing much planned, other than a huge orgy. Late in the evening our customers will be flown out, you will stay for one more night in your cabin and leave tomorrow morning after breakfast.

"Any questions?"

There was a laden silence in the cabin. All the women were processing what had just been said. It is not at all new to them, it had all been told before, but now it was getting real.

"What're we going to do with that left-over pizza?" Emma asked.

"Eat it. Or you may keep it for later," Angel replied.

More silence, no-one had anything to say.

"Great, if everything is clear, then that's it from me for tonight. Have fun tomorrow." And then Angel surprised them by continuing, "Anyone care to join me for a swim? I really want to use that pond you have here. It looks so much nicer than the pool at the mansion."

Angel got the agreement from the group, and took off her clothes and left them on the kitchen table. Ashley noticed that she had a rather petite frame, with small breasts, a narrow waist, and long legs. Not much of a real surprise though, as the clothes she would wear at this event were pretty revealing.

They all went for the pool, and had a blast splashing and pushing each other, Angel joining the fun just as hard.

When play ended, Angel said goodbye to them all, got dressed again, and left. It was half past ten, and the girls went to sleep, knowing they had to get up early and were having a long day ahead of them. Only Ashley stayed up, she was waiting for Phoebe to come back. She lay down in one of the lazy chairs on the roof terrace and looked at the stars, thinking about the past week, and the days to come.

About an hour later she heard footsteps, and went down the cabin. Three ravaged girls entered. They looked totally beat.

"Worst night ever," Phoebe said.

"This was rough, never experienced anything like this before," Jennifer said.

Ashley ran to Phoebe and gave her a big hug. Phoebe happily answered the hug, and said, "Glad to see you again. Everything fine here?"

"Well better than for you I guess. Even though I also got ravaged."

"Really. You're lucky they didn't take you in," Janet said.

"Do you guys care for some pizza? We have quite some left."

"Pizza! Yummy!" Phoebe shouted, looking very happy. "Thank you so much -"

"Shush, the rest are sleeping!" Ashley interrupted.

Phoebe lowered her voice. "Thank you so much for keeping some for us. I was so looking forward to tonight's pizza, and was so disappointed when they found me..."

Ashley walked to the fridge, took some of the left over pizza and put it in the oven. "Ten minutes should be enough to get them warmed up." 

She then briefed them about the next day, especially about having to get up earlier than before.

"We're going to have a hard time tomorrow, if tonight is anything to go by," Jennifer said. "You know I love sex, I really do, but this was too much of a good thing. Especially that crew cut guy, looks like he just walked out of the army, he lasted forever. He seemed to take a liking in me."

"He was with a red haired friend?" Ashley asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Then I was their appetiser. They said they like girls like you and me, with a smaller chest. The crew cut guy came in me, the redhead didn't want to. They treated me like total trash."

"Right. That're the guys. So that's why he could last that long."

"Yeah, well, then I should say sorry, I guess..." Ashley said, in a totally unconvincing manner. They all laughed.

The oven bell sounded. Phoebe immediately jumped up to take the pizza out. "Lovely, this is the best pizza ever. This is really delicious, thanks again."

They continued to chat a bit, enjoyed their late-night pizza meal, and went to sleep soon after.



The Hunt Ch. 15-16



15. The final hunt.

The morning broke, and temperatures soared already. It was promising to be a hot day.

"Good morning ladies, one more day to go, now don't oversleep and miss the best part of it: my breakfast," Jennifer called, waking up those who were still sleeping.

Ashley woke up, feeling refreshed from a good night's sleep, knowing that they had one tough day to go and that after that it would be pay day. Just one more day of accepting abuse, and then it would be all finished.

"Just one more day, and then finally my sore pussy can heal," groaned a sleepy Phoebe next to her.

"Yes, looking forward to that myself too," Ashley replied.

They got up, and walked down to have breakfast. It was early in the morning, the birds were singing, and the sun was shining bright. It was getting hot already, it was promising to be a scorcher. A beautiful day to end an eventful week, Ashley thought.

Ashley and Phoebe went to their hideout together. It was hot, but they would have to be found anyway, so why not keep each other company while waiting for that. And if too hot deep inside, they could always just step out of the niche and still be somewhat hidden.

It was cool under the rocks when they moved in. They snuggled up together, and immediately started to hug and kiss. Ashley felt the warm feelings of love run through her body, making her feel very happy. After a few minutes they stopped kissing, and just hugged each other closely. The horn sounded, the game was on. In the distance they could hear the cheers of the men, who were obviously looking forward to today.

Ashley said softly, "It's been an interesting week, don't you think, I've never done anything like this before. Never accepted people to use my body like that. Never done it with another woman. Never felt love for another woman."

"It's been interesting, for sure. I've had more sex in the last week than I've had in the rest of my life. I never knew I could do this."

"Me neither. But I think I've come to terms with it. With most of it, if not everything, at least for now. The prostitution, being used as sex toy all the time. Being without clothes all the time. Being with you, being in love with another woman. I've come to terms with it. Those men can have my body, but they do not get me, my soul. And they can't have this -" She kissed Phoebe again.

"Thanks," whispered Phoebe. "I love you. You're so sweet to me, I don't think I could have gone through all this on my own. I still can't really come to terms with the constant sexual abuse, it really wears me out. I know they're just interested in my pussy and my boobs, which in a way hurts me, I'm not treated like a woman. At least you treat me for what I am, a woman, with a heart and soul. Not just a sexy body."

While Phoebe talked, Ashley was stroking her hand over her girlfriend's body. She just felt so in love with the girl. And could connect with her so well, after all they had been through together. It was an experience she would not be able to share with anyone else.

Phoebe returned her touches. Ashley felt a hand run over her belly, along her side, moving up to her breast. She moaned softly, feeling aroused by such a simple touch. It was the anticipation, the touch of that soft female hand, that got her aroused already. She grabbed the other woman and pulled her close to her, kissing her passionately, letting her hands move as much as the space would allow her.

Phoebe answered her kiss eagerly, and started to massage her breast. Ashley felt great, she was feeling so aroused now. She felt her pussy getting very wet.

"I want you, I want you to make me come, here and now," she moaned softly in between two kisses.

Seconds later she felt a finger, then two, enter her pussy. Her own hand found Phoebe's pussy, which she found was very wet as well. The women kissed passionately, while fingering one another urgently. It did not take long before she felt Phoebe stiffen up, shaking, silently having her orgasm. Her pussy was so wet, it was overflowing. Ashley felt her juices drip down her fingers.

When her orgasm subsided, Phoebe started to finger Ashley harder again. Ashley soon started to feel her own orgasm build. She was panting hard, trying to keep control, trying to keep silent. Then she felt her orgasm rock through her body, and she let out a scream. She just could not control herself, it felt too good, she was too aroused, and in the end basically she did not care any more about the world around her, Phoebe and her fingers were the most important now.

"Thanks," she whispered, when her orgasm settled down and Phoebe stopped stimulating her. "That was great."

"You were great too. That was one of my best orgasms ever."

Ashley smiled, "I hope I didn't alert the men too much."

Phoebe smiled back at her, "I don't care, just enjoy the time we have as -"

"Now look at that, so one of you is that screamer," Ashley heard behind her. She was petrified, she had not even heard anyone entering their hideout. 

"It seems you two were doing some warming up, or what?" the man continued. "Now come out, we can also do with some warming up."

She looked around, and saw a man in his forties, with dark curly hair. She looked back at Phoebe, gave her an air kiss invisible to the man, and started moving out. Phoebe followed closely behind her. 

Another man, blonde, about the same age, was waiting out there. "Very nice catch. Two in one go, and they look hot. Well done." 

The blonde man was standing behind Phoebe, and cupped her breasts. 

"Oh yeah, very nice," he said.

His hands moved down over her belly, and he rubbed a finger over her pussy. 

"She's soaked," he declared. "How about the other one?" 

Ashley felt a hand cupping her pussy, and a finger rubbing her, trying to enter her. She shivered under his touch, and started to breathe a bit faster. She was just so sensitive, especially after the warming-up she just had with Phoebe.

"Very wet, too," the dark-haired man reported. "We shouldn't let that go to waste. And there is only one proper thing to do with a wet pussy, and that is to fuck it."

"Agreed. Which one you prefer? You found them, you get first choice."

Ashley felt the man's hands rub over her body, cupping her breasts, moving down her ass.

"Mmm... lets see. Nice pussy. Nice tits. Feels good." The man walked over to Phoebe who was felt up just like he did to Ashley. "A tough call, they both feel good. But I think I'll go with this one. I prefer a bit bigger tits, both not really big but this is the best one for that."

The dark-haired man pushed Phoebe down to the ground and on her back, while the blonde walked over to Ashley. He put her on her hands and knees, and proceeded to fuck her from behind, while grabbing her hanging breasts with his hands, massaging her roughly. His dick had no problem entering her as she was still well lubricated and he did not waste any time and started to fuck her right away. 

Ashley felt herself getting very wet again under the ongoing sexual assault, but the sex did not last long. After a few minutes the man pulled out. He moved to her mouth, and ordered her to clean him up. Ashley could taste herself on his hard dick when he stuck it in her mouth. She was glad at least it didn't have a urine taste, as they often do. She dutifully used her tongue to lick him all around cleaning him up.

When cleaned up, he put his dick back in his pants, pulled Ashley to her feet, and handcuffed her.

The man doing Phoebe continued to fuck her hard, Phoebe was screaming under his rough pounding. Her face looked distorted, as if she was in pain, but the man didn't care, he continued to pound her pussy until he came, dumping his load inside of her.

He pulled out, and put his softening dick in her face, ordering her to clean him up. Phoebe, with tears in her eyes, slowly opened her mouth and took him in, sucking him clean. When he was satisfied, he put his dick back in his pants, pulled up Phoebe, and handcuffed her as well. Then the girls were taken to the entrance gate, where five other women were sitting already.

When the men left, Ashley moved towards Phoebe, hugging her with her legs as well as she could, being handcuffed. Phoebe put her head against Ashley's shoulder, and cried a bit.

"That bastard. That really hurt. The ground there was really uncomfortable, some stones in my back, but he never checked whether I was OK. I told him even I was uncomfortable and he didn't bother to check."

"I saw you, you looked like you were in pain. I felt so bad seeing you like that, not being able to do anything."

"Please give me a kiss."

Ashley kissed the ravaged girl. They kissed long, pressing their bodies against each other.

"Someone coming!" Eva hissed.

They quickly broke their kiss. "Thank you, I feel a lot better already," Phoebe said.

Emily was brought in, and chained near the other girls. They were all silent, until the man left.

"I don't know what it is, they just seem to love my boobs. Look at that," Emily said, looking at her chest. Several white stains were visible on her skin. "The guy that just took me here fucked my boobs and came all over them. It didn't take him long either. The horny bastards."

The other girls laughed.

Over the next hour one by one the others were taken in as well, and before too long all fifteen women had been found, and they had been collected at the gate. The men called for the bus to come pick them up, and soon they were all on their way to the mansion.



16. The grand finale.

Lunch proceeded the way they were all accustomed to. Twenty men, fifteen women on their laps, rotating, allowing all of them to feel the various bodies on offer. The food was good and plentiful as always, and Ashley made sure to ignore the touches of the men and eat good, knowing that they would be in for a long and hard afternoon.

When lunch was finished, everyone moved to the other room. There William stepped on the stage, to say his welcome to the guests. He was wearing a smart suit, no tie, the top buttons of his shirt were open. Angel was standing next to him, the first time Ashley had seen her in the mansion. Angel was dressed beautifully, wearing a dark blue, long halter top dress, showing off her figure really well. 

"Welcome everyone on this special day. The last day of the annual hunting event here at my mansion, I'm glad to see some of you who have been here before, and also some first time guests. We also have fifteen beautiful ladies here, who are there for your pleasure. They've been here for over a week already, and I'm glad to see all of them are still there. Thank you very much ladies, you have given us a great time already. I'm sure today will be at least as good.

"To warm up, we will start with a simple game. This so you will get to sample what's on offer today. The first game I call musical girls. It is a bit like the musical chairs. The ladies will walk in a circle, the gentlemen will walk in a circle around them, opposite direction. Music is playing. When the music stops, you may grab any lady you like. But be fast, not everyone can be provided. You may then play with your lady until the music starts again, but mind there is one rule in force: no dicks. Your dick stays in your pants for now, we don't want you to be finished too soon.

"Please ladies make a circle, clockwise, gentlemen please make a circle around them, the opposite direction. And let the music play!"

They all took their places, and music started to play. Ashley felt very weird, parading around like that, with all those fully clothed men facing her, ogling her, their eyes bouncing up and down her body. The music played for about a minute, and then stopped. Within seconds she was grabbed by a man, who then took her a few steps aside to find some space, and started to run his hands all over her body. She felt him touch her breasts, her sides, her back, her ass, her pussy. Everywhere he could reach. Her sensitive body reacted instantly on his touches, she felt her nipples harden.

The music started again, and she returned to make a circle with the rest of the girls, surrounded by the men. Shortly after the circles were completed, the music stopped again, and another man grabbed her and started to feel her up. Having his hands touch her sensitive bits aroused her again. She was so sensitive after all the sex she had the last week, she just hoped they were not going to pinch her nipples again or she would be hurting really badly.

Music again, this time playing long. Two, three, four times around, and the music still continued. Then suddenly it stopped, and yet another man took possession of her. He was quite rough, pinched her nipples hard, making her cringe and cry in pain. Then he took her nipples in his mouth, and sucked them quite gently, until the music started again. His sucking Ashley found rather enjoyable, she would be happy to receive more of that.

After walking around the circle for half a minute the music stopped, and she was grabbed again. This man was rather gentle on her. He stood behind her, so his hands had easy access to her sensitive front. She could feel his hard dick against her backside. He ran his hands over her body, massaged her breasts lightly, and then moved down to her pussy.

"You're pretty wet," he commented, and proceeded to rub her wet pussy with one hand, massaging her breast with the other. Ashley got very aroused, and let out a soft moan. But soon after the music started again, and she was back to the circle.

The next man also quickly found out her pussy was rather wet, and started to stimulate her harder. Ashley moaned, she didn't try to suppress it, on the contrary, as she knew the men loved to hear her reaction on their touches. She also heard moaning around her, and saw some of the other girls receiving the same treatment.

Several more rounds followed: every time a different man, every time he got about a minute to feel her up and to stimulate her. By then all the men were focussing on the pussies of the women they got their hands on, as all the girls were getting really aroused now. But no-one was getting off, as the intervals between the music fragments were just too short for that, and the walking in between the stimulation sessions lowered their arousal enough.

William and Angel appeared on stage again, ending the game. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention? I believe you must have sampled most of the ladies now. This was a great warming up, we really enjoyed watching you. The ladies seemed to enjoy it very much, too, considering how aroused they all got. You guys really worked your magic on them, well done I should say.

"I have a large storage box here containing a couple dozen sex toys. Angel, please help me hand it to the men there, thank you." 

Angel passed the box to two of the men, who carried it it to the middle of the room.

"Now the ladies are quite worked up, and quite positively will need some relief. I hope you guys can help them with that. So ladies please make yourself comfortable, and gentlemen, please be gentle with your ladies, and work your magic."

No need to say that again to the men. They all went for the box, and then for the girls. Ashley sat down on the ground, and saw the other girls sit or lie down, relaxing, just letting the next stage happen to them. Some of them were lying down with their legs spread, fully prepared to be invaded. Ashley did not really look forward to having to receive those dildos in her vagina, but on the other hand she did like the idea of getting relief, as she really had gotten worked up during the musical girls game.

Ashley was pushed back to the ground by two men, one of whom started to massage her breasts, and suck her nipples. The other had a rather large dildo in his hands and started to work it in between her legs. She felt herself getting very wet now, both because of the gentle suckling on her nipples and the anticipation of things to come. The man with the dildo slowly coated the tool in her juices, making sure it was nice and wet before he slowly started to insert it into her.

The dildo was large and thick. It stretched her vulva seriously, this was much thicker than any real dick could be, she thought. It hurt, the stretch hurt. It started to fill her up, she moaned in pain and pleasure. The dildo was pushed in and pulled out slowly, every time going a little deeper. And deeper. She had no idea how much of that tool was inside of her, but it was definitely deeper than a real dick had ever been inside of her. As she got used to the stretch, the pain lessened.

The men switched places, for a while just leaving the dildo inside of her. She felt two mouths on her nipples, two different ways of sucking. Then one mouth left and was replaced by a hand, while the dildo started to move in and out of her again. She moaned, louder. She had her eyes closed, not caring about her surroundings. She could hear moans all around her. Soft, loud, one girl started to scream. Probably reaching her orgasm, she thought. She wondered how Phoebe was doing. Was she getting there already? Was she being treated nicely?

Ashley started to feel really aroused now, from the whole erotic atmosphere, thinking of all the other girls and specifically Phoebe being masturbated near her, and of course the feel of the huge dildo in her pussy that was moving in and out rather fast now. She arched her back, and soon felt her orgasm rip through her body. She screamed in pleasure, the dildo kept moving, until she calmed down. Then the movements also lessened, and the tool was pulled out of her.

She looked around, and saw most girls lying idle, apparently all had been pushed to their orgasms. Only four more were toyed with, each with a whole group of men around them. She saw Phoebe lying there as well, five men around her, touching her body, moving a dildo in and out of her pussy. Ashley thought it looked really hot, watching her girlfriend getting off. Strangely enough she felt no jealousy, it was just an arousing sight to her.

Soon also Phoebe reached her orgasm, as did the other girls, and then this round of the games was over as well. William and Angel were sitting on the stage, enjoying the spectacle in front of their eyes. When the last girl came to her senses, they applauded.

William announced, "That was awesome, gentlemen. The ladies should thank you for this. I enjoyed watching you thoroughly. As did Angel, she told me. It is now time for tea, it looks like our ladies are spent and need a recharge. So everybody please return to the dining room where tea has been served."

Ashley got on her feet, and walked over to Phoebe, and helped her up too. She said softly, "You know, you look really hot when you come."

Phoebe looked at her and smiled.

They walked to the dining room where as promised tea had been served. Not just tea, a few kinds of tea and cold drinks were available, together with a host of cakes and other snacks. Ashley immediately noticed that these cakes were mostly cream cakes, custard cakes, and other cakes that were just guaranteed to result in accidents. That could not be a coincidence, of course.

It did indeed not take long before Ashley had the first cake dropped on her chest, and had her breasts licked and sucked clean again. This was done quite gently and lovely, so it did not feel that bad, it was just that she had gotten bored with this kind of games by now. The man whose lap she was sitting on enjoyed it very much of course, as did the other men. The girls were rotated, and the ritual continued, until they were all rather sticky upfront. A tongue only goes so far when it comes to cleaning.

Tea time lasted for the better part of an hour. Ashley made sure she got enough to eat and to drink, as the previous session had been quite exhausting and she indeed could do with a recharge. 




The Hunt Ch. 15-16



When the tea was finished, William asked them to return to the other room, where Ashley noticed a large circle of tensabarriers had been set up. She was curious what was going on. Angel was standing there as well, with a large pile of long silky cloths in her hand.

William took to the stage, and welcomed them again. "It is now time for the next activity, for which we have set up these barriers. First of all, the no dicks rule has hereby been cancelled. And I would like to invite all the men to undress now. When you're done with that, please lie down in a circle in the middle of the barrier, heads in, feet out."

Excitement was heard from the men. This obviously meant it was time for them to get their release, and after having played with so many hot, naked women they were all very ready for that. It took mere minutes for all men to undress and lie down in a circle. Some had their dicks standing up, fully ready, others were still soft.

William continued, "First we had the musical girls, now it's time for the musical boys. We have more boys than girls, so there are going to be seats left. To prevent the ladies from showing any preferences, well actually mostly just for fun, they are going to be blindfolded. 

"Angel, please help them with the blindfolds. 

"The barrier is set up as a guide for the ladies as they walk around the men while the music plays. Ladies, you walk clockwise along the barrier, and when the music stops you turn right and find yourself a dick. The first two rounds, hands only, or if you're big enough upfront you may use your breasts too. The next three rounds, mouths. After that, pussies. When a man comes, he'll be removed from the game. When five men are out, we're not going tostart the music again, and the round continues until all have come.

"Angel, are they all blindfolded?"

"One moment, checking the last two now ... and we're done, all ready!" Angel replied.

"Great, then we can start now."

While William talked, Angel had handed out the blindfolds to the girls, who proceeded to blindfold each other. Angel then checked whether the blindfolds were applied properly, and led them into the circle. Ashley felt very weird, she could not see anything, none of the women could, but she was very aware that the men could still see what they were doing. She just could follow the ribbon and hoped she would not trip over something, or crash into another girl, or any other mishap like that. It would be embarrassing, though the men would certainly enjoy it.

The music started, and the girls started to walk around. She heard giggles, obviously some were walking into one another. The music continued for quite a while, and she paraded around the men, having no idea how many circles she had walked when the music stopped. Ashley turned to her side, and with her feet searched for a man's feet, which she quickly found. She dropped to her knees, and felt up the leg. It was a hairy leg, rather large and long. Muscular, not fat at all.

She felt her way up to his dick, and grabbed it in her hand. It was soft, but stiffened quickly. She enjoyed the feel of a growing dick in her hand, it was a funny feeling. She slowly started to masturbate him, feeling him stiffen a bit more. She wondered how he looked like, both the cock in her hands and the man attached to it. With her other hand she rubbed over his chest, it was really hairy too. He felt muscular up there, too, she liked what she was feeling.

About a minute later the music started again. She stood up, made her way to the barrier bumping in one of the other girls on the way, and started parading around again.

The second guy she got to had thinner legs, and a slightly thinner dick than the first one. He was hard already. It was interesting to touch these dicks without having an idea on who they were attached to. Again she felt around his chest, this guy was far from as muscular, and had no chest hair. She bent over him, playfully flicking the head of the cock against her nipples.

"Very nice, girl," the man moaned. "I like what you're doing."

She heard the men around her moan softly under the caring hands of the girls, and then felt a hand on her breast. That must be the guy she was giving a hand job, feeling her up, but it may also have been the hand of another man. She could not tell. Soon the music started again, and she let go of the cock. 

She was getting excited, the whole mystery of the blindfolds making the sex even more anonymous, the feeling of those hard dicks, and the stimulation of her breasts, both by herself and by the man's hand. It all made her feel excited.

The third round the music lasted much shorter, and soon she had another man, and took his dick in her mouth. This dick was not hard, maybe he was left out the previous round. She felt him hardening in no time. She heard slurping sounds around here, it was mesmerising. Knowing that there were fourteen other naked and blindfolded women giving blow jobs around her was a quite strange thought, but hearing all those erotic sounds did make her feel aroused.

The cock was a bit short but rather thick, she thought that it may be just like the man. His legs felt a bit fluffy, and the round shape of his belly prove that this man was not in perfect shape, he probably enjoyed life a bit too much now and then. She guessed he was just a typical middle aged man, whose main exercise consisted of lifting glasses of beer or chasing pretty girls.

She let the cock slip mostly out of her mouth, flicking her tongue around the head, before taking it all in again. She heard the man starting to moan when she did that, so she repeated the treatment a few more times. 

Music started again, and the girls paraded around for a minute before it stopped again. The second blow job was quickly in progress, and the moaning of the men around her got louder. The girls were obviously working hard on their dicks, considering the sounds of their mouths. 

Ashley's man had quite a long dick, she just could not take it into her mouth completely. She wondered who it was, but on the other hand the total anonymity and the detachment of the dick to any actual person made it easier on her.

Again she tried to get a feel for the man she was sucking off. She let her hands run over his body, noticing he is very much of average build. Nothing special. Not muscular, not fat, little chest hair, it all seems dead average. 

Except for his exceptionally long cock. As he was too long, she let him slip out of her mouth, and licked her way down to his testicles. He was shaven clean there, all the better for her. She took one ball in her mouth, and sucked it really gently. A previous boyfriend had taught her that men like to be touched there, but are also really sensitive so she had to be really careful. With that lesson in mind, it seemed she was rather successful in satisfying this man as she felt his hands on her head, guiding her around a bit.

The third round came, this was the smallest dick Ashley had so far. Not very small, just a bit smaller than the rest. It did make it a lot easier for her to take in her mouth, and to suck it deep. The man attached to that dick seemed to enjoy it, he held her head between his hands, guiding her. He was also shaven, so for fun she tried to take his balls in her mouth together with his dick. It worked, she had a really full mouth now, she could barely move her tongue let alone anything else, but the feat was successful.

A bit proud of herself she let his balls drop out, and continued to suck him hard. He started to fuck her mouth, meeting her movements. Ashley was really getting aroused now, thanks to all those dicks she has felt, in combination with the anonymity and extra detachment that came with the blindfold. She realised she had become more adventurous also than she would normally be, not afraid of doing something silly.

Louder moans sounded around her. She was just wondering when the music would start to play again, she was working on this man for what felt like at least five minutes by now, when she suddenly heard on of the girls scream. She wondered what was going on. A moment later she heard Angel's voice, saying, "Well done, just clean him up a bit and we'll take him out." Obviously one of the men shot his load already.

The music started to play again, time for the next round. One down, four to go, after that it would be just fucking until they come, Ashley thought. She also wondered how many rounds that was going to take, and how many dicks she would have to take in her pussy. This time the music played longer, obviously they wanted to give the men a break, to have them last longer. Three blow jobs, two hand jobs before that, that's five dicks so far. And she was by now so aroused, she was more than ready to take one in her pussy.

The song finished, the music stopped, and it was on to the next guy. 

Ashley quickly found his dick, and guided it with her hand while she quickly lowered herself on top of it. Her first real dick of the day, the real thing did feel better than those dildos. She also was not stretched so much, it was just a nice fit. She let out a moan when she sat down, pushing her chest forward, taking him in deep. It felt really good.

She then started to move up and down the dick. She felt a pair of hands holding her hips, guiding her movement. Soon the hands moved up over her body, and started to massage her breasts. She was getting very wet now, this was really exciting. She tried to move on the hard shaft so that she received as much stimulation as she could, feeling her arousal build. 

Her hands moved to the chest of the man under her. Again a rather hairy chest, the same as she felt before? She could not tell. She liked the feel of the soft hair, it felt rather cuddly. As if playing with a teddy bear, a very big teddy bear with a very hard cock, for that matter. He was somewhat muscular, so this must be another hairy chest than the one before. He was much more muscular than this guy.

The moans of the men and women around her slowly grew louder. Ashley now also moaned, she was getting more and more into the game. It had been a long and hard week, but this time it was almost as if she was having fun.

The music started again, and she got up. The music played for a while, then stopped, and she found another dick. This one was dry, he missed out on the last round? Poor guy. Oh well, not her problem she thought, and sat down on the dick and started bobbing up and down immediately on the thick dick.

Again she soon felt hands on her breasts, massaging her, playing with her very sensitive nipples. She bent forward to encourage the man stimulating her. He pulled her closer, and a moment later she felt his mouth on first one, then the other breast. He sucked her breasts hard, it was a bit painful. She asked him to be a bit more gentle, which he did, and the sucking was feeling very nice now. It was not very easy to bend down as he had quite a belly in the way, but she could not care much about that. She could feel her orgasm build, and that was more important.

She heard louder moans now, and not just from the men, at least some of the women were enjoying this as well. Then she heard Angel say, "We have a winner again, well done girl." Two down, three to go, and the game would enter its final round.

A moment later the music started to play and rather reluctantly she got up, leaving a very wet dick behind.

The music did not play long, and soon enough she had her third dick in her pussy. When she grabbed the dick she noticed it was very wet, very hard, and throbbing already. She sat down on it, and started fucking him right away. He grabbed her breasts, and squeezed them, causing her to moan. It hurt her a bit. Not badly, but enough to be uncomfortable. He was muscular, broad build, and no chest hair that she could feel. She really liked the body she was feeling under her, so masculine and well shaped.

She fucked him hard, and as expected it did not take long before she felt him shoot his load into her. He moaned loudly, and when she felt he was done, she got up from him. Angel said, "Another winner, that's three, great job girl."

She felt cum running from her pussy, and after waiting for a minute or two while listening to ever increasing moans, the music started again. 

The same moment she heard Angel's voice, now a little further away, "Two more winners here, well done girls, that makes five, so this round is the final round."

They were walking for a minute or two, when the music stopped. Ashley searched for a dick, found one, but someone was on it already. Then she felt on the other side, also occupied. She did not know what to do, until suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder. "Follow me," she heard Angel say, and she was led to an unoccupied one. She heard the sounds of sex while she felt around the man's body to locate his dick. 

It was a rather big one, one of the biggest she had ever had. She sat down on it, and heard the sounds of an orgasmic woman nearby. She could not make up who it was, too many voices, too many screams, too much sex going on. 

She concentrated on the job at hand, being wet from her own juices and those of the previous man made her really slippery, and she easily slid over the big dick under her. It really stretched her out, the first strokes she had to take it really easy as she had to slowly get used to his size. 

Big hands touched her, and felt her up. They cupped her ass, squeezing her gently. They ran over her back, and down to her breasts. He started to massage her, playing with her nipples, he was enjoying her boobs obviously.

She continued to move up and down slowly. She really liked the feel of his hard cock and wanted it to last a bit longer. She felt his chest, it felt good. Large and broad, though not very muscular he also did not have much of a fat belly. She touched his nipples, trying to get a feel for how they look like. She bent over, kissing his nipples, playing a bit with her tongue.

Ashley then stretched her back a bit more, pushing her boobs forward towards his head, all the while slowly fucking him. He got the hint, and soon enough he was sucking her breasts. He was using his tongue very much on her nipples, it felt wonderful. She was feeling so aroused now, she would do anything for an orgasm.

After letting him suck for a while she heard his moans were also becoming louder. He must be getting closer to shooting his load, and then it would be game over. She started to fuck the man hard, it felt so good. He had his hands on her hips, holding her firmly, guiding her. She moved up and down his dick, she was very aroused, really wanted to come now, and come she did soon enough. She screamed loudly when she reached her orgasm, clinching hard on the dick in her pussy, moving fast, milking him. He must have enjoyed the look of Ashley having her orgasm as it didn't take long from there for the man to shoot his load in her pussy.

Ashley remained seated for a bit to calm down and to enjoy the feel of the dick in her pussy, before getting up. When she got up Angel grabbed her hand, and led her out of the ring, where her blindfold was removed. She blinked her eyes against the sudden light, and then looked at the scene in front of her. Eight girls were still blindfolded and fucking their man. Twelve men were standing aside, Ashley had no idea who it was she had last. She didn't care, it was better like that, just a detached dick and a pair of hands.

Phoebe walked to her, and whispered, "You look hot when you come, too." 

"You enjoyed the show?"

"Sure. My man came almost instantly, I've been watching for a while."

"And you?"

"I didn't. He was way too fast."

"Sorry to hear that."

"It's OK, watching you was great too."

"Really."

"Of course. Who doesn't enjoy watching a beautiful girl having sex? You looked like you had a good one, right?"

Ashley grinned sheepishly. "Guilty as charged."

They watched the act in front of them coming to a conclusion. Several of the girls had at least one orgasm, and in the end all had their pussies filled with cum, and the moans stopped.

William was on stage again. "Thank you all very much, it was a pleasure watching you all. This concludes our afternoon programme, I want to invite everyone to head to the swimming pool downstairs for a shower and a swim. After that, dinner will be served. Take your time and enjoy."

To Ashley's surprise there was a rather large pool in the basement of the mansion. Even with so many people it had ample space to move around. They all relaxed, not much groping took place, the men were at least as spent as the women were. And they all knew the day was not over yet, and that the big party was still to come.

They spent about an hour in the swimming pool when they were called for dinner. 

Dinner was excellent as usual. The food was plentiful and delicious, and the hungry bellies were filled quickly. Everyone was eating naked, Ashley felt the hard dicks of the men against her ass and lower back when sitting on their laps. Those guys were obviously getting aroused again, which is not too surprising with so many naked girls on their laps.

After dinner they went to the other room again. 

Angel and William walked on the stage. William said, "Gentlemen, we have come almost to the end of our yearly hunting event. It was a fantastic event, thank you all very much. And special thanks to our beautiful ladies who served us all so well. Please give them a big hand!" 

The men all clapped their hands. 

"I said almost the end of the hunt, it's not quite over yet. We don't have any specific programme for tonight, all we have here are these fifteen ladies for you to enjoy.

"That's it for Angel and me, thanks again for coming, and I hope to see you again next year. Enjoy your time with the ladies!"

The men did not need any further encouragement. They did not waste any time. Ashley immediately felt two pairs of hands on her body, exploring every bit of her skin. A mouth was placed on her nipple, and started sucking. She pushed her chest forward and put her hands around his head to encourage him as he was sucking nicely. After a while she moved him to her other breast, which was also eager for some stimulation.

The men put her on the floor, and started to kiss her all over. The man was still suckling her breast, he must really love it. Another man started to suck her other breast, and a third one started to kiss her pussy. She let out a moan, encouraging him to suck her harder. She felt her juices running again, surprised that she still could do it after so much sex.

Soon after a dick was pushed inside of her, and the man started to fuck her slowly. The two men sucking her boobs left, looking for other nipples that were in need of attention. She was getting aroused, moaning harder. The man continued to fuck her, slowly increasing his pace. 

A dick was offered to her mouth, so she opened up and started sucking him. She could easily take him, he was of average length but she was also getting more experienced by the day. The dick tasted good, or rather had no particular taste. She flicked her tongue around the head, while her hand was playing with his balls.

The cock in her pussy pulled out, and was replaced by another one, who continued to fuck her. It was obvious all the men had come recently as they lasted really long now. She had various dicks inside of her, was fucked to orgasm at least twice, and yet none of them had come. They just continued. Ashley had no idea how long, or how many, other than that it was very long and it was very many.

Finally the men started to come. She heard their moans around her, and finally also the one that was doing her shot his load in her. She was ordered to clean up his dick, and tasted her own juices mixed with his sperm, while another man took his place and started to fuck her again. She soon reached yet another orgasm, having completely lost track of how many she had that night. She figured she must have had a dick in her pussy for most of the past two hours, longer than she had ever had before, even on the previous nights where there were so far less pussies available to the men.




The Hunt Ch. 15-16



When the men were finally completely spent the orgy came to an end. The men gathered their clothes, and while chatting happily to each other they left the room, simply leaving the girls lying on the ground. They had gotten what they came for, and that was it.

Angel collected the girls, and took them to the showers. They did not say much, they were all totally spent. Tired, weary, and mostly happy that it was all over. One more night and they would go home too. 

Ashley felt strange, thinking of what happened over the last week. How she allowed that many men unfettered access to her body. Especially this final day, where she actually started to enjoy it. No objections any more, all the moral was gone, it was just sex and pure physical enjoyment. Done away with anything resembling love and romance. She realised that while the men may treat her as a throw-away fuck toy, she was pretty much treating them the same, too. Which is probably just as they liked it anyway. Sex with no strings attached.

And that it was now all done with, she wondered how she could go back to her normal life. This experience had definitely changed her forever. Or had it? She was not sure. The upcoming time would be a tough time as well, that was one thing she was sure of.

The bus took them to the gate, and while they walked to the cabin, Phoebe asked her to go for a short walk. "No sex, I had enough of that, I just want to be alone with you for a bit." 

Ashley happily agreed, and they split off from the group and went their own way. To a hilltop where they had spent some time before. There they lay down in the grass next to each other, holding hands.

They did not say anything at first. In the distance they heard the roar of the plane's engines. That were the men being flown back to the city, back to their normal lives.

"There they go," Ashley said. "Back to their normal lives. Tomorrow is our turn to go back home."

"What're you going to do when you're back home?"

"I don't know. Sleep, I guess. No, first bank in my cheque, then sleep."

"Can you sleep?"

"I don't know. It's all so weird, I sometimes wonder whether I can go back to my old life."

"Why not? No-one knows what you did this summer."

"True."

"Will you still love me?"

"Of course."

"Really?"

"I'm comfortable with you now. Really comfortable."

"Will you come home with me?"

"You want?"

"Yes, I live alone, and can't stand the thought of being alone now. Not for now at least. I don't ask you to move in, just to stay with me for a few days, OK?"

"Fine. I just don't have any spare clothes or so with me."

"No problem, you can borrow some of mine. We're about the same size."

"Thanks. I'll be glad to be with you."

The girls hugged and kissed each other passionately, then they got up and slowly walked back to the mansion where the other women were in bed already, and most were deep asleep. They found themselves a place and went to sleep as well.



The Hunt Ch. 17



17. Returning home.

"The final morning, your last breakfast here, don't miss it," Jennifer called out to the girls.

They all got up, and had their breakfast. Everybody was quiet, they were all impressed by the past week, and looking forward to going back home. They did not say much, no-one knew what to say. It was all just so surreal in a way, the time they spent here, what they had gone through together, and now to be returned back to their normal lives.

When they were almost finished with breakfast Angel came to the mansion, pushing a trolley with two large bags on it. These contained the bags with their clothes, the clothes they took off over a week ago. Ashley realised it was indeed well over a week since she had worn any clothes, she had not even worn the aprons provided for cooking.

They all got dressed. It felt a bit strange to have clothes on, it also felt good, it meant they were going back to normal. She was by now totally used to seeing naked bodies around her all the time, seeing the girls that became her friends over the week fully dressed now added to the air of normality.

Angel took them back to the gate, from where the bus took them to the plane which was waiting for them at the start of the runway. They all boarded, and soon after the plane left.

When the plane was well up in the air, Angel stood up, and addressed them. "Girls, I'm really happy with you. You did a great job, all of you. No complaints. This year was a great event, even though the weather did not cooperate too well. I am very happy to see that all fifteen of you made it to the end.

"Next I will hand you your pay cheques. Note that this are cash cheques, you may walk in any branch of the bank and collect cash. Otherwise you can deposit it into your bank account, up to you. Five hundred a day, nine days not counting the travel days, plus bonus, makes nine thousand for each of you. Use it wisely.

"We'll have more events, not just this hunt. If you're interested in doing some more, do let me know. I'd love to see all of you again, sometime, some place."

Angel walked down the aisle, distributing the cheques to the girls.

The rest of the flight was uneventful. Ashley felt bored, as the windows were blinded she could not even watch the land pass by. An hour later they landed, and the limousines were waiting to take them back to the city. After landing Angel returned their mobile phones and watches to them.

Ashley joined Phoebe on the car, and they were taken to a metro station near to Phoebes home. It was another old neighbourhood, similar to where Ashley lived. They quietly walked through the streets, and then up to Phoebe's apartment.

Her apartment was small, just a living room with open kitchen, a bedroom with a double bed, and a small bathroom with toilet and shower. 

"Welcome to my home, it's not much, but it's home."

Phoebe sat down on the sofa, and invited Ashley to sit down with her.

"How do you feel now?" Phoebe asked.

"Weird. Relieved, mostly, I guess."

"Me too. It was an overwhelming experience. Almost too much for me."

"I can imagine. Especially after they got you so often in the beginning."

"That was pretty horrible indeed."

"It took me quite some effort to come to terms with it all," Ashley said, looking at the wall. "I had to disconnect myself from my body. I had to tell myself all the time, don't let them play with your mind. Don't let them play with your mind. They only care about your body. And when I started to realise that indeed they only want my body, it got easier. The last day I actually managed to enjoy."

"Will you do this again?"

"Maybe. Time will tell, everything hurts, including my mind – too much happened. I have to go cash that cheque, that will help me heal, I'm sure. I'm going to get cash, I don't want to have to explain to anyone why I suddenly have so much money in my account. I can start saving a bit now, finally I don't have to worry so much about money any more. Do another few events and I have enough cash to finish my study."

"I understand, same for me. Well except I don't study. I'm a working girl, which is not too bad. Dancing is mostly to add to my income. These events are really a great way to make good money, fast."

"Will you get jealous with me again?"

"No I won't. I trust you to only give your body to them. And save your soul, your heart and your kisses to me."

"So... strictly no kissing?"

"Strictly no kissing."

They looked at each other and laughed. Then they hugged and kissed, long and deep.





Author's final notes.

If you are still reading here, thank you, and I hope you enjoyed the fantasy as much as I did it myself.

It all started as a little fantasy, and when I decided to make a Literotica story out of it, the little fantasy just continued to grow. Characters started to do things that I didn't envision from the start, and a few weeks of hard work later I ended up with the saga it has become. A month to let it all sink, then another editing sweep of the whole thing, and there it is: all eighteen chapters in total eleven submission containing almost 53,000 words.

Will there be more about Ashley? Good chance. I have one idea outlined already, so over time this may also be worked out and submitted to the site.



The Hunt For Monique



I feel his eyes from across the room, without even having to look at him to know. I sense his hunger filtering inside and around me. I look around the darkened theatre to view the other people, not wanting to look at the dark man who is searching my mind for my deepest desires. Everyone seemed to be fixated on the love scene, where the man has his woman against the wall. Her legs were around the man's neck as he held her up as if she weighed nothing. The man's face was buried deep within her sweet pussy, ravaging and sucking all her sweet juices. My full rounded breasts rise slowly in arousal at this sexual encounter on the screen. I can already feel the stranger in the theatre gazing at my breasts straining against my blouse.

My little pink nipples begin to tingle in desire..not from the sexual scene on screen, but from the intense gaze of the dark stranger.

Without turning my head too much, I slide my gaze to the stranger across from me to get a better look at him. He looked very tall; noticing his long legs and torso. He had broad shoulders, big hands, black hair. Although the theatre was dark, when the screen went white for a moment, his eyes reflected a dark emerald green color. I felt his gaze upon my soft little mouth, then traveling down to my smooth neck. I turned away as the scene changes, not wanting to continue this strange pull his eyes have upon me. As I was watching the movie, I suddenly felt strong hands upon my thighs, I tried to move but my body felt weighed down somehow.  The strong hands slowly lifted up my skirt to my upper thighs, exposing the top of my thigh high  white silk stockings. My eyes widened in surprise as the strong hands parted my thighs gently yet firmly. Suddenly, I feel a long warm tongue replacing those hands. My legs are lifted upon invisible shoulders and his face buried between my soft thighs. Sharp teeth gently nipped my inner thighs, causing me to take an sharp intake of breath. Unable to move, with a strange weight keeping me still. As my pussy lips are parted with his long fingers, his long tongue suddenly plunges deep inside me to my womb. I moan in helpless desire, as his long wet wide tongue expanded my tiny pussy, greedily lapping at the edges for all the sweet nectar. Over and over, the huge tongue impales my little womanhood, driving deeper and deeper to taste me. 
Suddenly, I am able to move again, as I feel my body being thrust back and forth from the force of the impalement. Unable to stop my body's betrayal, I arch my body as my head is thrown back, I climax onto his tongue. Coating and nourishing the stranger with my sweet pussy juices.. His lips suckling my petals into his mouth to greedily steel all my nectar. I cry out again as another spasm racks my body into a huge orgasm. Feeling a lightness overcome me, I pass out from the tremendous orgasm.

A Few moment later, I come to. Confused and dazed, I look around. The movie theatre was now empty, the stranger nowhere in sight. Now remembering about the orgasms that have racked my body, causing me to faint momentarily. I look down to see my skirt back in place, but feeling sticky between my thighs. I part my legs for a moment, causing my little pussy petals to part as well. A warm rush begins to flow down my thighs, coating the insides of them. I frown suddenly as a little discomfort is felt, looking down, I see a little love bite near my tiny pussy. My eyes widen, I then push my skirt back down. As I was about to pick up my purse to leave, a voice in my ear whispers softly " I had to taste you, and now you are mine Monique". I jump up and look around. Seeing no one, I rush out of the theatre to go home.

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My hands tremble as I try sliding the key into the lock of my loft. My eyes wide, face pale, I finally turn the lock, opening the door. I slam the door shut, locking all five deadbolts on my heavy loft door. Leaning back against the door, I close my eyes, trying  to gather my thoughts. Walking to the living room, I throw my keys and purse down carelessly. Needing a hot bubble bath to clear my foggy mind, I enter the bathroom, bending down to pour steaming water in my claw footed old bathtub. Pouring a generous amount of pink scented liquid into the running water, for my bubble bath. I watch mesmerized as the water begins to form the bubbles..my feeling as if I am in a trance. I snap out of it to turn the water off. I slide my clothes off my sweat covered body, my full round breasts springing free of its constraints.

Slowly, I slide my body into the steaming bubble bath. The deep old tub consumming my little 5'2 frame. I lay my head back against the soft bath pillow, as bubbles cover my little pink nipples as they bob above the water when I arch. I feel my body slowly begin to relax from the shock of the event in the theatre. In a way, not believing that it happened at all. Hearing my thoughts course through my mind "God..am I that tired and over worked? Maybe it was all a dream". My body begins to absorb the heat of the water, as I raise my hands above my head, relaxing in the silken bubble bath. My long black lashes lower suddenly, causing shadows upon my silky golden skin. Suddenly a dark purple mist enters the bathroom from beneath my closed door. 

Slowly...ever so slowly..it creeps towards the bath tub, then up the sides. The dark purple mist then begins to take form...the shape of a very tall, broad shouldered male. Black hair gleaming in the candlelight, dark emerald eyes begin to glow softly with hunger as his gaze falls upon the voluptuous little woman in the bathtub. He has studied her for a long time, each day  his hunger for her grows. Until it has consummed his very being.. His jeweled eyes trail down to her delicate collar bone to the rise and fall of her full round breasts, guessing them  to be a 38D size. Suddenly a growl courses through him as her little pink nipples rise up from the water in a breath. So pink, wet and delicate, his mouth waters to suckle them in primal desire.

Slowly, his body creeps towards his intended mate. His lips tentatively reach the side of her smooth neck. His long tongue leaps out to lick her soft skin, tasting her unique taste. Resisting his dominant nature to just take, he controls the dark side of himself. His tongue runs up her smooth neck, to lick every inch, right up to her chin. Slowly his sensual mouth hovers above hers, their breaths mingling. He descends upon her, capturing his soft dewy lips with his. Moaning softly, Monique is caught up in another spell of seduction.  Strong passionate lips command her to surrender to him. His tongue traces the contours of her luscious lips, tasting and memorizing each crevice. of  her. Big strong hands suddenly cup her full breasts, as he devours her small sweet lips. His thumbs splaying over her wet little nipples, bring them to hardness. 

As his hungry mouth drew closer to her little hard berries, his warmth breath just above the tasty tips. Monique's eyes flew open wide, gasping in fear, she struggled to get out of the tub. Strong hands captured her by her little waist, hauled her from the water to be crushed against his chest.

"W...Who are you?" Monique asked in a frightened voice. Her body crushed to this massive man's body.

"I have searched eternity for you,  Monique. Era upon Era, throughout time, I have been on the hunt for you. My elusive wife. I have come to take you back with me. You were lost to me centuries ago, but I have never lost hope of finding you. You are mine, my Monique. I am your husband Darius. Lord Darius Montague. You will never escape me again, my beauty, ever.". He then smiled menacingly.

"I am ...what?" This cannot be happening, why does he think I am his wife? I am not married, nor do I ever remember being married I have had dreams where I am trapped between worlds, and a deep sense of nostalgia...but this?....."

Deep in her thoughts, Monique never realized that Darius read her thoughts. "Aye Monique, you are mine. Do you remember at the theatre this evening? I tasted your sweet nectar.....the nectar that belongs to me". As he said this, Darius's big hand dipped to cup Monique's tiny pussy, still glistening wet from the bath.

Snapping out of her shock,  Monique's shimmering hazel eyes snap with fire, as anger overtakes her fear. Tears of anger leak down her cheeks as hand connects with Darius's handsome face. Smack!!

His shock turns to anger as he growls deep within his massive chest, gripping both her small hands within one of his. His face leans down to capture her succulent lips in a punishing and brutal  kiss. Anger and lust combine to create this electrical current between the two alpha souls. Darius takes easy strides with his long muscular legs, to take her to the bedroom.  As they neared the bed, Monique lashes out to try and escape his hold. Her hand connecting with his shoulder instead, her sharp nails cutting him slightly. Instead of making him angry, this mark fuels his furious hunger for her. As he reaches the side of her massive bed, Darius sets his wife upon the wide headboard. Placing her hands upon the wall, Darius commands invisible restraints to hold Monique's hands still. Her dark auburn hair dripping wet from the bath still, her golden body slick with the water, her eyes snap fire at him. Her fear no longer present, having been replaced by hot anger at his intrusion upon her life.

" Your life is no longer just your own, you are mine, as I am yours. I need to feed upon your sweet little pussy as if it were my dying breath. Ever since that night 300 years ago, when we first met. I took your virginity my long hard piercing tongue, tasting your blood and sweet nectar all at once. Strengthening my spirit with your purity. I need you now as I needed you long ago". With those words, he bend his head, part her soft thighs with his massvie hands, impaled her tiny pussy with his long hard tongue, reaching her womb. Monique's head bends back..as her body arching  involuntarily into his powerful mouth. His lips parting her sweet little pink petals, as he devours her with hunger and ferocity. Darius circled her engorged clit with the tip of his long tongue, gathering all the cream around her glistening slit. Darius' massive hands grip her hips hard, pulling her body to his hungry mouth, as lips sucks hard on her little clit..he then nips her little creamy bud, causing it to bleed.  Crying out with pain in the throes of passion, Darius suckles upon her bleeding clit, devouring her mixed juices of blood and sweet nectar. Darting his tongue gently over her little clit, he slowly heals the cut he made on her little clit. Healing her instintantly, knowing he hand to brand her with their mixed blood, otherwise she would be lost to him forever this time. Raising her hips in extacy, Monique throws back her body as a tightening overtakes her body, orgasming into his mouth, torrents of her sweet cum filling his eager and hungry mouth. Moaning into her little pussy, causing her  little clit to vibrate, bringing forth another huge orgasm, this time causing little stars behind her eyes to blind her.

Placing a massive hand on her smooth stomach, he reassures her that he does not intend to harm her, only to ravish her. Monique's  eyes open dreamily, glazed over by passion and magic. She whispers "please.." Hearing her silent plea, he releases the bond of her hands against the wall. Slowly her arms lower to his massive shoulders. Darius then picks her up, holding her against his chest, leans down to lay her on the cool bed.  Backing away slowly, still afraid of this big man, lifts her chin defiantly. Chuckling menacingly, Darius gathers her thighs in his massive hands, parts her slowly. Moving between her white thighs, his dark body moving between, trapping her. Lifting her hips with the command of his mind, his hands  reach up to cup her beautiful firm breasts. His vibrant emerald eyes hold her mesmerizing hazel ones, his big cock slides slowly but firmly deep inside her tiny pussy. Her little pink petals hugging his hardening cock, as he rams all the way to her womb. Monique's eyes fly open as the pleasure-pain of his invasion shocks her to reality. Sensing she will fight him again, his mind wills her arms to raise up above her head to rest against the headboard. causing her body to arch up  and her soft breasts to thrust out for his touch.

As Darius' 10 inch cock begins to stretch her tiny pussy, the inner walls hugging him like a vice grip. Feeling his beloved's body beginning  to relax, Darius releases her hands from the headboard, as he grips her waist in his firm hold. Thrusting back and forth slowly at first, he begins to pick up the tempo. Monique's body begins to raise of the bed with the force of his massive cock filling her completely, pumping her little body until he begins to jack hammer in a frenzy, from ages of pent up rage, desire and need for this beautiful woman of his. Moaning helplessly, Monique raises her hips off the bed, as his massive cock thrusts deeper, impaling her. Reaching underneath, Darius grips her smooth round ass in his hands, bringing her closer to his cock, as he throws his head back, growling in primal desire. Darius begins to thrust harder and harder, having to hold onto her round ass so as not to throw her off the bed with the force of his fucking into her.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwllllll...filling her warm womb with his hot milk, branding her his forever....Over filling her womb with his hot seed,  their mixed cum leaks onto her thighs from the abundance of cream of their wild joining.

Exhausted from the force of their mating, Monique falls into a light slumber. Gathering her in his arms, Darius lays her on his chest, covering her with a blanket. Closing his eyes to rest also, Darius feels as though he has triumphed over all the obstacles of ever finding her again. Knowing that this was his last chance of finding her otherwise surrenduring to eternal death from the curse......of never being able to be with her for eternity and bringing her back to their time period....Not understanding why they did not disappear back into their era after pouring his seed into her as to break the curse, Darious remains still, savoring this moment, not knowing what will happen next.....His last thought before drifting off to sleep, is of never letting this little woman go, a tear falls down his face.....

As her eyes open slowly, as if from a dream, Monique looks at the face that meets her gaze as she awakens. Not knowing why this happened between the two of them, she realizes that she never wants to end this. Looking at his face as he slumbers, she looks down at his body. Massive chest covered in dark hair, down to a smooth stomach with muscles. Her eyes run back up his body to see a dried tear upon his cheek. As she raises back up to kiss the place where his tear has dried, a flash in her mind overtakes her........

Oh Darius, I do want you, but my father has forbidden us to be together. I love you so much, and tonight I shall give myself to you. .....I dont care what your father says, you are mine Monique, always remember that. He cannot stop us...I love you too my Princess......

Eyes widening, Monique sits in shock as memories flood her senses, as their past is infringed upon her mind.....He was right....I...we...were in love...then my father hid me away from him. 

Looking down at his body, her eyes begin to worship him. Her heart heavy with emotion from long ago memories splashed upon her mind. Laying her head on his abdomen, she feels the warm skin of this man under her cheek. Raising up a bit, Monique begins to kiss his smooth abs, tenderly and lovingly. Feeling braver, her lips kiss lower as her hands remove  the sheet from his body.  Eyes open wide as Darius's massive cock springs up with a life of its own. Gently, gripping his cock with her small hand, Monique leans down to gently circle the tip  with her little wet pink tongue. Tasting his precum upon her lips, she slowly takes the head of his cock inside her hot mouth, as her fingers grip the base of him. Licking and suckling his big shaft into her mouth, she feels it stretching her lips with the size of him. Taking him from her mouth, Monique slowly runs her warm tongue down his cock to the base, tasting him totally, licking up and down his massive member. Her smooth fingers gently grip his love sacs, cupping them gently into her hands, as her tongue runs up and down his cock lovingly. 

Waking from his slumber to feel a pair of warm lips on his massive cock, Darius moans in surprise as his long lost wife gently suckles on his cock. Monique's eyes widden even more as she watches his cock grow even more in his desire, Looking up into his beautifully vibrant eyes, Darius tenderly runs his fingers through Monique's lustrous dark auburn hair, as she lowers her luscious mouth onto his cock again, this time taking more of him inside her mouth. Lowering her eyes back to his massive member, Monique continues to devour him hungrily, lapping up the pre cum on the big tip of him. Darius begins to buck his hips wildly as she pumps his cock into her mouth, wanting him so badly.

Feeling close to exploding, Darius grips Monique's shoulders with his big hands. Pulling her up, her takes her lips into a deep and possessive hold. Hunger, and volatile with lust for her, Darius rips off the sheet she had upon her. Feeling equal desire, Monique straddles this beautiful man of hers, lowering herself upon his massive cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh arching her body, head thrown back, she slowly sinks herself onto him all the way. "Oh Darius, I dont know why, but I remembered us. How we were forbidden to love each other, but I want you so much. Brand me yours again  I love you!"

Spurred on by her words, he begins to thrust harder and faster inside her with renewed vigor and stealth. " I told you, you were mine, my Princess Monique. I love you also, more than anything can ever describe. You will always be my wife..my love..and my jewel." Gripping her hips with his fingers, they dig into her soft flesh as he fills his wife with his massive cock..faster...deeper..harder...her beautiful breasts bouncing in front of his face. He leans up to gently take one into his mouth, his teeth pulling them, causing it to leak sweet milk. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Delicious sweet milk, all mine. I will take all your essences and devour them, my lovely Monique"...he warned her as he continued to impale and stretch her little pussy...

Suddenly, Monique's  mouth opens in a gasp as stars fill behind her eyes, her body overcome with the tidal wave of an ogasm. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she cries out as she cums upon his massive cock, but he still pummels her insides, branding her his for eternity. As he nears his point of no return, his cock grows more. Suddenly, his hot seed sprays out from his cock, spurting deep inside his beloved's womb, overflowing her body. As their bodies fuse together, a  brilliant blue light fills the room, capturing them both in its grip, taking them both back into their time. Forever bonding them, letting no man tear them asunder.......

The End......for now..



The Hunt for Snow White



At the uppermost level of a castle, by the ledge of a broad arching window facing the ancient forest, sat the Huntsman Hansel. Though he wore the clothes of a simple commoner, an acknowledgment perhaps to his post as a huntsman, he was in truth a person of some status. Indeed, five years has passed since he was compelled to go to the castle, harassed into wearing some fancy clothes, and made to stand among lords and nobles to witness his sister's wedding to the King. Since then however, he has made no attempt to contact Her Majesty the Queen, and even refused the monies, the land and title offered to him owing to his royal kinship. For though the woman he saw beside the king at the altar wore the face of his younger sister Gretel, who ran away shortly after their father's death, the huntsman felt that the Queen was a complete stranger to him. 

A year later, he made another appearance at the castle to pay his respects to the king who died after being struck by a strange and incurable illness. Watching his sister, covered from head to toe by a dark veil, crying beside the casket, he thought then that the funeral would be the last and only time he shall again set foot upon the stone floors of the castle. He was wrong. For one day, while he was splitting wood for his sixth winter as the estranged and eccentric Lord Hansel, he received a message from the Queen commanding his presence at the castle to receive instructions for an undisclosed errand.

When he arrived at the castle earlier that day, he was made to wait inside the late king's chambers. The Queen, just then—he was told, was entertaining a fat prince from some neighbouring kingdom. The maid servant who led him to the chambers was not particularly subtle as to what she meant by 'entertaining the prince,' so the huntsman was prepared to wait a while to reacquaint himself with Her Majesty. However, not long after he settled to wait by the window's ledge, the queen, naked as the day she was born, entered the king's chamber followed by a brute of a manservant and a voluptuous maiden who carried a silver tray with a glass vial on it. The queen did not stop to greet her brother but instead trooped to the bed with the manservant. 

"Take a drink from the vial Hansel. You will receive your instructions tomorrow," said Her Majesty, visibly irate. Apparently, the prince preferred his entertainment swift and unsatisfying.

After some reluctance, the huntsman drank the vial the maiden handed to him. Whatever the potion was inside, the effect was immediate for suddenly he felt his cock stiffen fast and so hard it hurt. When he looked up, the manservant was already fucking the queen's face as she lay on her back, while the maiden—on hands and knees—sank her tongue inside the queen's cunt. The huntsman heard the queen choke and struggle with the manservant's enormous penis but instead of pushing him away, she grabbed his butt and forced him to ram his cock even deeper down her throat. The huntsman then caught a glimpse of the maiden slipping a free hand between her legs, beckoning him to come closer. The gesture was unmistakable. The huntsman drew close and fucked her from behind. 

That night, the late king's bed chamber echoed with the moans and screams of pleasure, as the huntsman and manservant fucked the queen and maiden in every imaginable way. Most of the time, they paired up: the queen with the huntsman; the maiden with the manservant; and then, later, swapped partners soon after the women climaxed. Other times, the women took turns being fucked in the ass and in their pussy or in their mouth at the same time by the two men. Later still, while the huntsman took a much needed rest, he watched the women took turns sitting on the manservant's face while the other rode his cock. And when the manservant took his turn to rest, the queen and maiden then crawled over to the huntsman and licked and sucked his cock, where after his shaft was coated with frothing wet dripping spit, the huntsman then took the queen from behind while she in turn licked the maiden's cunt, the maiden having lied on her back.

Each time any one of the men withdrew to climax, one or both of the women would hurry to grab the throbbing dick, then shove the tip of the penis inside one of their mouths to suck and swallow the fountain of thick warm cum down their throats. The manservant and the huntsman had climax as much as seven times already before dawn, but at no time in between did their cocks soften—a feat, the huntsman believed, made possible only by the potion they all must have drank. 

When the huntsman climaxed for the eighth and last time into the maiden's eager mouth, he thought he was about to die for he truly felt that there was not an ounce of life left in him. But as much as he wanted to close his eyes and die then and there, the maiden nonetheless slid herself on top and kept on fucking him, her bulbous tits swinging like chandeliers flicking sweat all over his chest, while frothy drool dripped down his face. 

A while later, after the maiden reached her hundredth climax and collapsed on top of him, the huntsman heard his sister ringing a bell. The huntsman then looked in disbelief as two more menservants entered her chamber. The last thing he saw before exhaustion claimed him was the sight of the three menservants thrusting their immense dicks into the Queen's every orifice.

The morning after, the huntsman woke up and found himself alone in bed. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes wondering whether last night was dream, or perhaps, some nightmare. Thirsty, he looked around for something to drink. He spied a tray of food and a bottle of wine at the floor beside his bed. Stuck under the tray, however, was a letter. The huntsman got off the bed and read.

'Dearest Hansel,

Men loyal to the King have conspired against me. They have sent my stepdaughter, Snow White, to that place in the forest where no man or woman may pass save those who were touched by the enchanted ones. I know not how they manage to do this, but it does not matter. Fools that they are, these traitors do not realize that you and I had once encountered and been touched by an enchanted one. Moreover, these idiots just assumed I have no means to divine the whereabouts of the girl in that part of the forest, as indeed, divined I have while you slept. It might amuse you to know dearest brother that the girl now inhabits the place we are so familiar with: the witch's cottage inside that ancient Keep!

Go to the girl dear Hansel, kill her and bring her heart back to me in a small chest. I have arranged for you to meet at the northern garrison Captain Sersi and a small band of mercenaries to escort you as far as the river cross. The girl you met last night will accompany you in your journey for she is familiar with arcane and would be able to send news of your errand faster than a courier falcon.

Do not refuse me this errand dear brother, or that village whore you have been sleeping with once every fortnight, and her children, will suffer terribly.

G.'

II.

Three days past his reunion with the queen, Hansel left the last garrison at the northern most border of the king's land past his wooden cottage. With him were two women and twenty men. Of the women, one was the leader of their group, Captain Vera Sersi; the other was the maiden her majesty insisted Hansel take with him on his journey. 

Their drudging slog through the forest was uneventful, to say the least. They met no one and heard nothing but the sounds of the wild, the rumble of the oxcart carrying their supplies, the clopping of the horses' hooves, and the sporadic conversation among the mercenaries and the captain. The huntsman and the girl, however, rode their horses mostly in silence. 

Just before sunset, on their fifth day in the forest, the group camped among the ruins of some fortress, not far from which was where Hansel and his sister were first abandoned by their parents. Desperate to arrest his mind from dwelling in the past, the huntsman turned to the maiden who was then preparing his food and had earlier introduced herself as Ruadh. 

"What do you know of our captain, Ruadh?" The huntsman asked, for no reason other than to bring his mind to the present.

Ruadh raised an eyebrow in amusement, and said: "But surely my lord, you must know of Captain Sersi?" 

"She is the only child of Lord General Alfons Sersi, that much I know. But last I heard, she was supposed to marry the old widower, Barron Noris Harkel," said the huntsman.

As she sat beside him, Ruadh said: "The wedding never took place, my lord." To his ear, she whispered: "Instead of marrying the baron, she ran away and indentured herself as a camp whore for a company of mercenaries under the charge of Lord Sorum. When he discovered who she was, Lord Sorum took her in as his tent mistress. Then one night, after a great battle, while she tended Lord Sorum's injuries alone, three assassins slipped into his tent. Believe me or not my lord, that girl picked up her master's sword and fought and killed those three assassins with not a scratch on her! It was not long thereafter that she was given charge of a band of mercenaries, and while many at first scoffed her commission, she later gained their respect by proving herself in many battles." 

The huntsman shook his head, impressed. "I take it she had been thoroughly tutored in the art of fighting as child?" The huntsman asked. 

"Aye, she is a general's daughter after all, my lord," she said. 

The Huntsman glanced over to where the mercenaries and the captain sat some paces away from the campfire. The captain had chestnut hair, cropped short as a boy, an elven face and a lithe body. She had taken off her chain-mail during the night and was clothed only with a linen shirt while a gray woolen cloak draped over her shoulders. A few of the men were teasing the youngest of their group—laughing and tousling his messy blond hair. The boy, apparently, had his clumsy advances spurned by a maid servant at the garrison. After the men recounted, with much embellishment, the boy's embarrassing story, the captain took a long swig from a bottle and said something that caused many to holler, and the boy to grow red in the face. Amidst the wild jeering and yelling, the captain stood up, undid her broad belt and took off her breeches. The boy was then manhandled and hurled close to where she stood. With much haste, the boy too undid his belt and positioned himself on top of the captain who had lain on her back disgorging a huge amount of spit on her palm which she instantly wiped on the tip of boy's penis.

A boisterous crowd has gathered around where the boy was grunting with the effort of thrusting and pulling on top of the captain who had hooked both of her bare booted legs below the boy's pale rump. The huntsman noticed that the crowd was fewer than before the business with the captain and the boy began. He looked up to the tree line beyond the camp. After a moment, the hairs at the back of his neck stood up. 

"Is something the matter, my lord?" Ruadh asked. 

"Run back to those walls. Hide! We're surrounded!" The huntsman cried. Just then, arrows flew from the side, over their heads and into the trees. They heard men scream as the arrows found their targets. The huntsman grabbed his axe and ran towards the captain who by then had calmly slipped out from under the boy and was picking up her sword as she stood up. Her men having already formed a thin line of battle, the captain faced the huntsman.

"Where's the girl?" She asked, calmly.

"Back at the ruins," huntsman answered. No sooner than he had spoken the words, however, men wielding swords came rushing out of the tree line, screaming.

"Cover my back and do not leave my side!" She commanded. 

Then one of her men hurried over to the fire and threw a wet blanket over it, sending the camp into darkness.

The huntsman was still adjusting his sight to the darkness when he heard at his back and around him loud clashes of metal hitting another, followed by the pained swift grunts and screams of the few who had fallen. The huntsman fought the urge to look around and at his back to where the captain, he sensed, was furiously battling two men at the same time. 

A few hard breaths later, he saw the silhouettes of two men running towards him. With heart beating louder than the bedlam around him, the huntsman drew a large knife at his back and threw it hard at the center of the man on his left, praying that his aim was true. He barely noticed the man fell however, for no sooner than the knife left his hand, the huntsman had to drop to his knees to avoid being decapitated by the man on his right. As the sword sliced the air above him, the huntsman swung his axe across, splitting his opponent's shin in two. The man fell screaming. The huntsman raised his axe, intent on burying the head deep into the skull of the fallen man when he hesitated. Up until that very night, he had never taken another man's life. Amidst, the deafening screams and wails of men fighting and dying, the huntsman sat on his knees, axe forgotten his side, perplexed as what to do next. The decision was taken out of his hands, however, for a few moments thereafter, he had time enough to notice a boot at the end of a woman's bare leg before it hit him at the side of the head. Then he fainted.

The sun has just risen when the huntsman came to, brushing a hand on the swollen gash at the side of his head, caked in dried blood. His vision swam and he felt vomit rising from his gorge but held it. He sat up and saw the captain's men appropriating valuables from the corpses. The huntsman turned to the one closest to him and asked whether the girl with him last night was unharmed. The mercenary told him instead to ask the captain, then pointed his head somewhere behind him.

With shaky legs, the huntsman stood up and turned to where mercenary indicated. He saw the captain, still without her breeches, squatting on top of a young man tied spread-eagled to wooden pegs stuck to the ground. She was stroking the man's penis. When the man's organ became hard enough she lowered herself and slipped his manhood inside her cunt. Wearily, the huntsman approached and sat beside the odd couple.

"Captain, have any one seen Ruadh?" The huntsman asked. 

Eyes closed, hips grinding in time to some invisible rhythm, she did not answer immediately.

"No, but they have noticed a horse and some supplies m-m-m-missing," the captain stammered, apparently climaxing. 

She kept on fucking the doomed man. As soon she felt that he too was about to climax, she freed a knife from her boot and leaned forward. She placed the edge of the knife at the side young man's neck. She paused to stare straight into his terrified eyes, and then quickly, but dispassionately, slit his throat. When thick blood began to spout, the captain withdrew, slithering down to the dying man's organ. She slipped the throbbing penis inside her mouth, vigorously stroking the space between her lips and the base of his shaft. And when at last, the man finally came, the captain sucked and swallowed every drop cum gushing out of the dying man's cock. 

Just then, the huntsman noticed with disgust, a few paces away from where he sat, two other corpses tied to the ground—throats slit, and flaccid dicks exposed.

Shortly thereafter, the captain sat beside the huntsman, wiping the spit and cum from her mouth, and drank some liquid from a canteen. When she offered the same canteen to the huntsman, he declined. The pair was silent for moment while they surveyed the carnage before them. 

"Did Ruadh betray us Captain?" The huntsman mused. 

"Those men already knew where we are heading, Lord Hansel. And I told no one beforehand about choosing this place to camp for the night so I could draw the bastards out," she answered sighing. The huntsman just nodded in response. 

"Let's not tarry, my lord," said the captain later as she stood up. "Or else we may yet earn her majesty's ire, and that terrifies me more than you can imagine," she continued. After walking a few paces, the captain turned to face the huntsman and, with a wry smile, said: "Oh, and my apologies to the boot to your head."

III.

The enchanted forest was even more malevolent than the huntsman recollected. Walking past ancient trees, through moss ridden hanging vines as thick as a man's limb, he felt a primordial entity, its presence permeating the entire forest, resent and barely tolerate his passing. Every step he took was a struggle not to turn back to where the captain and her men had camped across the river, awaiting his return. But as much as wish to run and abandon her majesty's errand, he knew cannot.

He spent a cold night inside the deep hollow of a great tree, forgoing the warmth of a camp fire for the same might attract unwanted attention. By first light, the huntsman continued gloomily on his journey. Then just past noon, he came upon a wide deep valley in the middle of the forest. After taking in the sense foreboding he felt, the huntsman looked up and held before his eyes, there hanging upon the canyon walls, above the canopy of trees growing out of the valley floor, the ruins of the ancient Keep.

The huntsman dallied a moment, reminiscing as to how he and his sister came upon the place. After days without food and water, a white raven suddenly landed upon a low branch, squawking excitedly. Intent on capturing it for sustenance, he and his sister followed the bird only to stumble upon the Keep much later. Inside it, they discovered a thatch roofed cottage with tall windows--sills so wide it resembled a table; as indeed they had used the same as a table when they found baskets of warm bread, bottles of wine and candies conveniently placed upon it. Then, while he and his sister shamelessly devoured the food and wine and candies set before them, a beautiful woman of some indeterminate age, with raven black hair, stepped out of the door. 

He pressed a hand on the side of his head in an attempt to stem the memories of pain and suffering he endured at the hands of the witch. He was not so successful. Haltingly, he forced his feet to move one after another. After a few paces, he felt the pressure in his chest ease a little and breathed a sigh of relief. As he hurriedly walked towards the Keep, the huntsman recalled with passing realization the fact that he never really saw his sister slay the witch. He just took her at her word that she tricked the witch into going inside the hot furnace then closed the door.

The huntsman circled the Keep's surroundings, noting the smattering of tracks near its walls while making sure no one from inside could see him. His careful survey done, he sat on a hill looking for any sign of life inside. 

Just before sunset, when he still saw no sign of movement, no wood smoke rising out of the chimney, he strode over to the cottage, feeling like a man about to meet his death.

Inside the cottage, the huntsman lingered for a short time at the parlor. When he found nothing that caught his attention, he bent down on his knee beside the fireplace, placing a hand upon the hearth, and confirmed what he already suspected. He inspected the one room in the cottage, lifting the lids of the chests beside the bed, finding a full set of clothes for a girl of some means. He went to the kitchen, opening the cupboards and discovered enough provisions to last the winter. When he hunkered down to the cast iron stove, however, he took a burnt piece of wood from inside, tied a string around it, and attached the other end to his right boot. He replaced the burnt wood inside the stove and half closed the door. Then the huntsman sat by the dining table and drank water from his canteen. He sat there for a very long while, his back to kitchen door which was slightly ajar, watching the shadows cast by the dying sun grow. 




The Hunt for the Drow



I. Hunting at Night

It was a colder night than usual. Not just the temperature, but also the environment. The moon was full, fog drifted slowly through the forest, and the wind seemed to howl gently through the tree branches. Movement was hard to detect because of the branches swaying. Clenching my sword, I gritted my teeth and slowly began to march forward. I knew I was getting close now.

Her tracks were obvious. It was clear that she tried to hide them but I had been doing this so long I could see right through it. I would occasionally bend down, inspect her boot tracks, and slowly raise my head up to scan the environment. Even though this was her home and the night belonged to her, my determination would allow me to locate her and slay her where she stood.

This time, as I looked down, I heard a noise. I quickly looked up. I didn't see anything, and though it was a soft noise, I knew it was close. Waiting for what seemed like minutes, I remained frozen in position and crouched down so no one could see me. Thinking the threat was over, I eventually moved on. That was perhaps my first and only mistake.

Deeper into the forest I moved. Slowly, quietly, observing. The tracks led me to the entrance of a small cave. It must have been here that she entered. I continued patiently with my sword drawn. Finally, I thought to myself. I have you cornered now, drow. 

It was about that time I felt a burning sensation in my leg; a sting with the magnitude of a giant scorpion. I looked down and saw a barbed black arrow sticking out of the back of my left leg as I dropped to my left knee, clutching the area where I had been shot. Gritting my teeth, I tried to spin around, shield up with one hand and trying to pull out the arrow with another. As I looked out to the black landscape, it started to blur. With only a few seconds past, I began to feel dizzy. Poison! That bitch! I was losing consciousness. No! This can't be happening. I was so careful! Barely able to get the arrow out, I fell to my right side, with my head barely off the cavern floor. On the verge of consciousness, I saw a lady in black -- dressed in black, along with jet black skin -- walk up to me, but the vision was blurry. The last thing I remember was a small hand crossbow in her right hand, and her silver hair that reflected the moonlight. Everything went black.

SLAP! I heard a smacking sound, and my face for some reason stung. I was starting to come to. The next few seconds would be a shock for me. Suddenly, I remembered why I woke up; because I had been shot with a poisoned arrow that put me to sleep. I knew why my face had hurt; someone was slapping me into consciousness. I knew why I couldn't move my arms and legs; they were in some kind of restraining device. My heart skipped; I should have been dead as details began to come back to me. But I wasn't. I was here, and I was alive. I rotated my wrist, but it wouldn't give. The same with my ankles. 

My vision slowly started to return; I was in a chamber of some sort. All I could see for now was the light of the torches dancing in the corner of my eyes. I must be been deep in the cave I was going to investigate before I was shot. Then it struck me: Dammit! She set up this ambush the entire time. No wonder she was so easy to track. She left her tracks for me to find intentionally. I am so stupid! Rage started to swell within me as I realized that this inferior female -- let alone a drow female -- had successfully tricked me. 

SLAP! My head winced and I groaned slightly, feeling the slap of a black gloved hand strike me.

"Ah, you are awake. It took you long enough." The voice was that of a woman. It was a cold voice; cold, but beautiful. 

My vision did fully return; the cave was dark except for the torch light. She was hard to see, but my eyes started to adjust to her. I had seen several drow men before, and slew many of them, but never a drow female. This was a first. I hated to admit it, but she was very beautiful. 

Maybe it was her bright violet eyes, the way they stood out among the contrast of her black skin. Even her skin looked smooth, speaking of which. And her leather armor looked phenomenal; honestly, I don't' even know if it would count as armor because it didn't protect her very well. Bands of leather ran around her legs just above her knees, where her spiked thigh high boots ended. For having boots like that, she maneuvered very well in the forest. That was another reason I fell for the tracks. Around her belt hung a hand held crossbow -- the bane that shot me. On the other side of her waist was a finely crafted drow short sword. It was honestly a fine piece of work, and looked good hanging from her side.

But it didn't stop there. Her tight leather pants looked more like short and tight boy shorts, and even showed her ass cheeks, like a woman's g-string. In the front, two leather straps connected to her tight leather corset, looking very much like a leather garter. Her corset had silver images on the front shaped like spider webs. I was angry with myself for craving the feminine body of a simple drow. I simply passed it off as myself having not been laid in some time. 

But her silver hair that hung down to her shoulders, I think it was that that made me stare noticeably enough to be thrown off of my game. She caught me looking at her, sizing her up. I swear she smiled before she struck me again with the back of her hand; SLAP!

I groaned in pain loudly; loud enough to get her attention and to let her know I was completely awake. "Enough, woman!" This was really starting to get on my nerves.

"Woman?" she said calmly, and smoothly. SLAP! This time was by far the hardest slap across my face of all. "You are lucky to be alive. I suggest you act like you value your life, because any moment could be your last."

I snarled like a savage, but said nothing back. She was right.

"So you hunt me, do you, warrior? You come to kill me in my sleep, is that it?" Her tone was one of domination, but also of severe annoyance -- I would call it anger. 

I didn't say anything. SLAP! "Answer me when I ask you a question!" she bellowed.

Wincing in pain (but trying to shake it off), I told her, "You and your kind have been slowly moving Westward, into our territory. Who knows what evil plans you have to overthrow us!"

"Stupid human, just because I spared your life does not mean I spared your race with another intelligent human being." 

I was insulted, but I didn't want to press my luck. I saw her hand drop to her sword, most likely thinking about whether she made a mistake by keeping me alive. I struggled. 

She smiled at me. "Keep struggling, warrior. You will see it does you no good, other than to give me satisfaction of your defeat." She scoffed as if I was a mere peasant. It made my blood boil but would do no good for now, so I tried to look around and take in my surroundings. If I was going to make my escape, I had to know each and every one of the smallest details that surrounded me.

As I started to look around the environment more, I realized that I apparently was on some type of black wooden X, which immobilized my four limbs. In fact, the X was designed with silver spider webs, making the entire device appear that I was stuck in a large giant web. That had a severe mental effect on me; I was truly unnerved by this design. I truly was stuck in this black widow's web.

My weapons and armor were no where to be seen. But I also realized my leg wasn't hurting as much as it should have been. Looking down, I saw that the drow woman had bound the arrow wound, dressing my leg through my camouflaged pants.

"You...you bandaged my leg? Why?" I asked her, confused as to why she would do such a thing.

At first she looked away, not answering. A moment or two later, she smiled wickedly. "Because, my dear warrior, I want you to have a fresh start before I torture you." My heart skipped a beat. I should have known this was coming. 

"You have either two choices. Either one, I kill you. I might take satisfaction from it, but you end up losing. I can live with that -- again, that is why it is a choice that I am giving you." She sounded so confident, so cocky. I was losing the edge rapidly; being tied up and restrained didn't help any. 

I gulped; I think she heard it because she snickered. "Your second choice may be much more to your liking. Well...not a lot more, but at least you walk out of the cavern alive." My ears perked up as she said this. "Oh, no, no, no, warrior. You will not be the same man, I can assure you that. This is where the torture comes in." Any possible signs of hope I had on my face were completely dashed.

"No, warrior. I torture you -- physically, mentally, and..." her face twisted into an evil smile, "..and even sexually, but if you survive then I will let you go." She laughed a very feminine laugh, which surprised me as she was a drow. "This way, I let you walk out of here and warn others to stay out of my territory, lest the same fate should happen to them. Especially once they see how beaten down and whipped you have become! So you see, I also win from this situation. Now, pray tell, warrior. What is your choice?" 

I stammered. She was serious about this, and I was in big trouble. A female dominating and torturing me? Are you kidding? And a DROW female, nonetheless? Maybe I SHOULD take option one! It seriously crossed my mind for a moment. Then again, maybe it couldn't be this bad.

"Drow, how long will you torture me? A few hours? A day? Tell me, woman." 

"Oh, you still don't get it, do you my warrior? You stay here until you obey me, until you submit to me. Until I break you to my will. Until you bow to me. And then, whenever I see fit and believe you have suffered enough, then I will let you go. And, again," SLAP! "Don't you EVER call me that again, nor take that tone with me! If nothing else, for your sake. Should I not kill you, best case means that you are far from leaving my lair." Her violet eyes flared like fire. For the first time, I really thought she was going to kill me. I held my breath, trying to regain myself. This wasn't going to be easy.

I stammered out weakly, but quickly, "I...I...I will take the second option..."

II. Testing Limits

The drow lady smiled, knowing full well that power had completely shifted to her. Even had I not been tied up, her argumentative skills were very, very good. I was expecting the worst, but she simply walked out of the room, spiked boots clicking all the way. Even minutes after she left I could hear her foot steps echo throughout the chambers. This is your chance, I told myself. Looking around, I sought a way to escape. Pulling with all my might, I tried to free my wrists. It was no use. I did the same with my ankles, but they were restrained to well. The cuffs she used on me were buckled tightly and securely. I was stuck on this spider-webbed contraption. But I wouldn't give up.

Little did I knew she counted on me struggling, wearing myself out. Her plan was to transfer me from one prisoner device to another, and needed me worn out. I couldn't believe I was outsmarted by a female. Actually, this was twice! Absolutely unbelievable.

As I limply hung in my bonds several hours later, she came back. Though I was growing fearful of her, the drow lady's body and demeanor was so calming. It was a conflict that raged in my mind. She folded her arms, looking at me with a smile on her face. "My, my, warrior. Your muscles do look good. Nice and flexed, nice and sweaty." With each word spoken she moved up, pressing her body against mine, looking at my chest and running her dark fingernails down it to my cock. I moaned with displeasure at first, but my moan slipped to pleasure. She knew this, too. Looking me in my eyes, I looked back; it was a mistake. 

I thought I saw something in her eyes. I knew she was wicked and evil, but the attraction...it was if something "sparked" between us. Or, at least for me as we made eye contact. I tried to look away, but was a full second too late. So unlike me. I also didn't notice that, as she slid her hands over my cock, she reached behind and squeezed my balls hard. 

"AAaaahh!" I shouted out in pain. She laughed, truly enjoying this. Now weakened from being restrained for so long as well as in pain from her squeezing me, she quickly undid my cuffs. Come on, fight back! It's now or never! If anyone can retaliate, it's you! I kept telling myself. I was in so much pain and greatly fatigued, I couldn't lift a finger. 

She dragged me around the corner of the room into an adjoining cavern that I had been unable to see. She quickly threw me on top of another device; my stomach landed on black padding and my arms and legs sprawled out. Still in pain, she took the moment to quickly take my arms and stretch them forward and down, onto another padded device (lower than the one my stomach lay on), on apparent arm rests. Black cuffs already in place, she took my wrists and fastened each one into the cuffs, buckling them tightly. 

My ankles were quickly put into similar cuffs at the base of this medieval device. Even though my strength was coming back, my arms were already secured tightly so it was just a matter of time until she fastened my ankles tightly into the leather cuffs. 

Here I was, tied down and bent over with my ass sticking in the air. I was completely exposed to this drow lady, and there was nothing I could do about it. My ass even felt a slight breeze over it as if there was a slight wind in the caverns. I felt like I was going to go insane.

She stepped back to admire me and softly moaned. "This is going to be fun, warrior. Of all the slaves I have ever taken, you are the first human one. You should be honored." Her words were wicked and evil, but managed to be playful at the same time. A cold-type of playful, though.

I saw her slowly starting to move behind me as she pulled down my pants. What is she doing?! I thought desperately. My cock was already stiff, and she noticed it. I was even more embarrassed than before. 

"My, my, I am impressed, warrior. So this is the cock that I have to work over and abuse? I will be looking forward to that." 

I clenched my teeth. I knew there was no possible situation that I could ever experience that could be worse than this one! For the first time, she touched me. Her cold hand upon my bare ass made me buck. I sensed that she took a great delight in that. Her touch slowly started to turn to a slight rub, and then she took her fingernails and ran it across my ass and up my back side.

The feeling was actually pleasurable, but I didn't enjoy it because I knew that things were about to get worse. The lady drow stepped in front of me within viewing distance once again. This time, she was holding something. It looked like a cruel torture device of some sort; what it was, I was not sure. Long black straps encompassed it; a thick black looking flexible rod was the centered between the straps. All of the blood suddenly flushed from my face as I realized what it might have been. She saw this.

"Aww, my poor warrior. You realize what this is? Have you ever seen one before?" 

I didn't answer at first, but not wanting any more punishment I shook my head no. "This is what us drow females call a strap on. Watch carefully." 

She lowered the device as if it was a pair of underwear to her and stepped into it. She pulled it up, cinching tightly the leather bands across her waist. The long black rod hung limply in front of her, as if she really had a cock. "This is what we use on drow males that displease us, warrior. We are a matriarchal society; a society where women rule. A concept I am sure you cannot even begin to understand. Let me give you a taste of drow culture; open up, baby."

Grabbing the back of my head and tilting it back roughly, she shoved the fake black cock into my mouth. I almost gagged. "First time sucking cock? I can tell by the way you gag. But, dear warrior, it will not be the last." She really seemed to be enjoying this. She giggled the entire time, staring at me as I sucked her off. I tried to turn my head, pull free from my restraints -- anything -- but it was useless. Her giggles soon turned to moans; I don't know if she meant for me to know, but I could tell this was really turning her on. I even saw her throw her head back, as her silvery hair brushed to the side. I couldn't believe what this perverted, kinky drow was making me do. I was so humiliated -- I didn't know how I could live after this.

Lifting my chin up, she looked into my eyes. With all the pleasure and ecstasy coursing through her body, she actually looked very attractive. I almost thought she smiled, but wasn't sure. Gently grabbing the back of my neck, she gently coaxed me, lightly running her fingers through my short hair behind my head. Finally under control of my gag reflexes, it because easier to do. I didn't enjoy doing it, but I could do it without choking. 

"That's it baby, take all of me. We'll make a slave out of you yet, warrior," she cooed. It was about that time I actually started to get into bobbing up and down on her; I was horrified at myself for doing so. It took me a good ten seconds to realize I was falling into her trap. Maybe it was because I was tired from hanging in the cuffs earlier, or maybe it was because of her drow feminine charms -- it must have been a spell, I was convinced.

Coming back to my senses, I began to struggle again, but ended up choking. She laughed much to her delight.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she quit. "Mmm, you can be trained well, I see, warrior. Let's see now how a true warrior is able to deal with being manhandled by a woman. A drow woman, as you like to call me!" Moving in behind me, she put one hand on my ass and one on her fake cock. Oh shit! I thought.

"It's time, warrior. Let's see if you can take it like a man, tough guy." She slowly slid her strap on inside of my ass. I screamed. "Oh, don't be such a baby," she told me, slapping my ass hard. As if that really helped. It entered me slowly, and all I could think about was being grateful it had my spit on it for lubrication. I had never been so embarrassed and humiliated. I tugged at my restraints like a wounded bear caught in a bear trap, fighting for its life. I pulled mercilessly, but to no avail. Soon, I felt it all the way inside me and two hands on my ass. She started rocking me back and forth, moaning the entire time. It was absolutely killing me; the feel of being violated. Is this really what it felt like every time I did it to a woman? I heard her every breath behind me, as she was truly enjoying this. It wasn't just like she was teaching me a lesson, but I could tell she was getting so horny and turned on doing this to me.

"Please...please!" I could barely get out as I turned my head to try to look at her. "Please, have mercy!"

"No mercy, bitch!" she said as she slapped my ass as she continued to ride me. "Your pleading eyes simply turn me on, human. Looking at me like that, with your pitiful sad look, will only make me more wet and give me more of a desire to pound you harder and faster."

"No...no! You mustn't...you.." I struggled for words as I also struggled for my breath; my entire body was being thrusted and shoved back and forth; my ass was being fucked and there was nothing I could do about it. 

She slowed down and changed the direction of which she was thrusting. Suddenly I screamed; it was not a scream of pure pain, but also mixed with pleasure. A sensation had over come me that I had never felt before, not even during sex. I must have yelped like a dog, because she replied with a giggle, "Oh, my, warrior! I did not know humans could make that sound; I thought only animals!"

The pleasure soon became overwhelming, especially now that my ass had adapted to being fucked. Of course I was raw from it, and it still hurt, but the pleasure overrode most of it. My face was red from embarrassment. "Blushing, boy? That is good, I enjoy that," was all she said about it.