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The Huntress

By: litwriting2011



Jared moved quickly through the snow, his numb limbs struggling with the weight of his armor. He could hear them pursuing, not far behind now. Every step was agony, his leather boots frosted with snow and ice from the day's of pursuit.

He knew that his time was almost over, he'd known it since the ambush on the caravans. His men had been no match for the onslaught. Within moment's the majority had either thrown down their weapons or fled the scene. Only a handful, including himself, had fought their foe until finally overwhelmed and wounded at which point they'd fled.

One by one they had been taken, hunted like wild animals. Jared was the last of his brethren, the only one strong enough to have made it this far. He had come so close to the border, so close to the civilized world, the difference between life and death. Instead they'd caught up, the savages who knew these wild forests and deathly landscapes.

He slowed his escape, coming to a halt in a large clearing and drawing his sword from it's scabbard. The long blade shone with the reflected light of the setting sun, heavy in his hand. His numb and exhausted limbs struggled to maintain balance. The trees surrounded him, dark and foreboding, hiding his foes from view.

He couldn't see them but he knew they were there, watching him, assessing him. Long blonde curls clung to his face, plastered there by his sweat and the melting snowfall. His blue eye's shone with the anger that burned inside of him, daring his attackers to approach. Finally they came.

They approached him from five front's, emerging from the forest as sleek as wild cats. Their lithe, lean bodies on display, baring almost no armor. They were all beautiful and deadly. He'd heard stories of these Huntresses. Born in the wild and raised for combat. They preyed on both the weak and strong, testing their abilities. Many men had fallen, underestimating their prowess or falling to the lure of their bodies.

Jared stood as still as a statue. He could feel the warmth of his blood rushing to his manhood as he watched the women approach. His desire for their beauty was almost too much, only his desire for his life won out. 

"You've done well." One of the women called out to him. "For a man that is."

She stood only five strides from him, her dark skin a stark contrast against the snow. She was tall, almost as tall as him, clad in only undergarments that scarcely concealed her modesty. A long cloak hung from her shoulders and thin knee high boots protected her feet from the snow. She stared at him, her dark eye's two deep pools, drinking him in.

"Take him." She ordered, her full lips forming a cruel smile.

One of the women sprung at Jared from behind. Too slow, she fell to his blade, it's sharp edge tearing through her body. Another lunged forward to avenge her fallen comrade, her blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail revealing a beautiful face shattered by anger. She was fast, darting at Jared with two medium length daggers.

Jared stepped backwards and parried her attacks, momentarily distracted by her cleavage that bulged before her. His blade spun in a wide arc, countering her own momentum and pushing her back. The whistle of a blade to his left caught his attention just in time for him to evade a vicious strike from another one of the women. His shoulder hit the ground hard as he rolled to the right, coming up quickly on his firm, strong legs.

Jared turned to face his latest foe. A short woman with flowing red hair and large green eyes, naked apart from a thick cloak that billowed behind her in the breeze. His gaze was instantly drawn to her generously sized breast's, the small pink nipples hard and pointed. She snaked forward gracefully, the hair between her legs more entrancing than the long thin blade in her hand.

Her sword slashed at his face, missing by a tiny amount as Jared's survival instincts kicked back in. Once again nothing but his own blade mattered, the sharp steal he held in his hand, not the flesh between his legs. He pivoted, bringing his sword around in a two handed slash to crash against the reds slim blade, knocking her off her feet. 

She lay on her back, staring at him wide eye'd in terror. Her chest heaved as she gulped in air, her leg's kicking at the snow in a desperate attempt to put some distance between them. The two remaining women stepped between the fallen girl and Jared, watched closely by the dark woman who stood off to the side.

The blonde charged at him first, her two blades whirling only to be knocked aside by Jared. Her companion was on him a moment later, a short axe in hand. Jared watched her advance, drinking in the situation. She was the smallest of the five with black hair cut short to her shoulders. She wore a vest of chainmail leaving her arms and below her waist completely bare. Jared stared at the dark bush between her legs admiringly before bringing his blade up in a cruel attack, taking her between them, cleaving her almost in half.

"Enough!" The dark woman ordered.

Jared turned to face her. Her eye's smoldered with an intense fury. They had under estimated him and two of her friends had paid a dear price.

"Had enough you whore?" Jared demanded, hoping to lure her into a reckless attack.

She didn't answer. Instead she marched forward, drawing two slim curved blades. Jared brought his own blade up in defense as she leapt towards him, her speed surprising him. Their blades clashed together again and again as they danced in the clearing. One false move and Jared knew he was dead.

The dark woman rolled away from him, her cloak snapping as she rose. Jared pressed the attack, only to be met by another assault from her. His arms ached beyond comprehension. Exhaustion had him. The fight alone would have been enough to tire him, combined with the fact he had been on the run for days meant he was beyond saving. He staggered towards her, the last of his energy completely drained. His strike went wide and he collapsed into the snow.

It was over for him. He could hear the woman's footsteps crunching towards him in the snow. He attempted to stand but was brought down by the weight of the heavy metal plate he wore over his chest. The blow caught him in the back of his head, heavy, crushing the light out of him.

Part Two

Jared woke chained and half naked. His eyes darted, searching his surroundings for a sign of where he lay. He wasn't familiar with his surroundings. His wrists and ankles were chained tight to four posts and his back ached against the hard surface.

Torches burned dimly against the stone walls that surrounded him. The room was empty, windowless, a cell. Fear gripped him as he remembered the encounter in the woods. The beautiful women he'd fought and slain. The dark woman who had defeated him finally. It was then that he realized his fate. They'd kept him alive to seek their vengeance slowly.

"You're awake." A females soft voice said.

Jared looked in it's direction, noticing the red haired woman he'd knocked to the ground sat against one of the walls. She stared at him, her green eye's never looking away. She stood up from where she sat, her cloak pulled tight around her, covering her body.

"Where am I?" He demanded, his voice croaking from the lack of water.

"All in good time my love." She purred. "Soon all shall be revealed."

She stepped beside where he was chained, her eyes searching his muscular body. Her hand reached out to touch his chest, her fingers gliding softly against his flesh, running down over his stomach towards where his undergarments remained.

Jared stared up at the woman, captivates by her beauty. Her long red hair tumbled in curls over her shoulders. Her large eye's were a deep shade of green, standing out against her pale skin. Her pink lips were pursed in concentration as she ran her fingers along his stomach and towards his crotch.

"I've never experienced a man before." She whispered, rubbing his cock through the fabric of his undergarments.

Despite himself he could feel himself growing hard at her touch. He fought the rush of blood but lost the battle. He knew better than to fall to the Huntresses charms. Stories said they'd often hunt men down and use them to breed, killing the men when they were finished.

"You cannot have me!" Jared growled defiantly.

"Oh really?" She asked, giving his cock a squeeze. "I think your body has other ideas in mind."

She leant over him, bringing her lips down around one of his nipples. The warmth of her mouth caused Jared to gasp loudly. Her lips kissed his chest, her tongue dancing against his flesh. Her fingers found their way under his undergarments to wrap around his hard shaft. 

"What is going on?" A voice boomed. The red haired girl snapped up right in a heart beat, spinning to face the voice. Jared craned his neck to see what was happening, his heart sinking at the sight of the dark woman standing in the open doorway at the end of the room.

"I was just about to come and find you." The red haired woman tried to explain.

"Yes, you looked as though you were." The dark woman scolded. "Now stand aside Paige."

The red haired woman, Paige, moved away from him. Jared watched as the dark woman entered the room, trailed closely by the blonde woman he'd encountered. They wore similar cloaks to the one that Paige wore, concealing their beautiful bodies.

"Come to finish me off have you whore?" Jared asked as the dark woman came to stand beside him.

She reached beneath her cloak, pulling out a short knife. Jared's heart thundered in his chest at the sight of it. She lowered it toward him slowly, pressing the cold tip against his flesh, tracing the same path towards his crotch that Paige had earlier. He waited for the pain, expecting it to come at any moment but instead was shocked as he felt his undergarments cut from him.

"You look surprised." The dark woman said coldly. "We aren't done with you yet, oh no that would be far to easy for you."

Jared watched as her cloak slid from her naked body revealing the smooth dark skin beneath. Her full bosom heaved with every breath she took. Her body was tight and muscular, beautiful but deadly. She climbed on top of the hard surface on which he lay and straddled his waist. He could feel the warmth of her against his erect manhood and struggled with the desire within him.

"You belong to us now." She said, slapping him across the face. "You are our's to do with as we will." She continued, slapping him again.

Jared's face burned from the impact. He stared up at the woman, a mixture of hatred and desire burning within him. She returned his stare, her dark eye's emotionless. She pushed herself from him and climbed off the surface, pulling her cloak back around her body.

"Paige, see to it that our captive is pleasured." The dark woman said as she moved to leave the room. "However in punishment, use only your mouth. Vexan, see to it that she behaves herself."

The two women watched as the door slammed shut. For a while they waited in silence, neither daring to move. Jared looked to Paige and saw her staring hungrily at him. He watched as she moved towards him slowly, as her cloak fell from her shoulders revealing the beauty beneath. Her large breasts bounced with every step, her nipples erect in the cool of the room.

She climbed onto the hard surface and knelt beside him. Once again her lips brushed his nipples, kissing his chest softly. Slowly her soft lips worked their way down his chest and over his toned stomach, her red hair trailing behind. Her lips worked across his waist, finding their way to his hard cock.

Jared's breath caught as her tongue traced it's way up his hard shaft, circling the head slowly. Her tongue flicked against the head playfully followed by her lips kissing tenderly, opening to take his length in her mouth. He looked down toward her, beneath her red hair he could feel his cock slowly entering her mouth. Her head rocked back and forth as she slowly took him deeper.

The warmth of her felt amazing to him. Her lips were half way down his shaft, her tongue gliding wetly against his hard flesh. Electricity flowed through him as the pleasure finally won. A moan escaped Jared's lips as his seed spilt from his manhood and into Paige's mouth, flooding her throat with his taste. The red haired woman did not retreat, instead she engulfed every last bit of him.

"Until next time my love." Paige muttered, climbing from the surface and turning to leave the room.

Jared watched her go, admiring her tight behind. He lay there, his cock glistening with a mixture of his own cum and Paige's saliva.

"You really are an interesting man." Vexan said.

Jared turned his head to face her. He'd completely forgotten about the blonde woman who had been assigned to ensure that Paige behaved herself. She leant casually against the wall watching him. Almost as tall as the dark woman with long blonde hair still pulled back and blue eyes, not quite as beautiful as Paige but attractive nonetheless. 

"So what happens to me now?" Jared asked.

"For now you belong to Alexindre, she won you when she defeated you in combat." Vexan began. "You proved yourself to be worthy, that is why you still live."

"And what does Alexindre plan to do with me?" Jared asked, thinking about the dark woman.

Vexan smiled at him. "She will no doubt enter you into the Royal Tournament. She does not breed with those she deems to be weak."

"The Royal Tournament?" Jared asked, dreading to know the answer.

"Every year male warriors are entered into the tournament to fight for their lives. They are given a chance to prove their prowess in combat and given an opportunity to prove themselves to the Huntresses who own them. Survive that and Alexindre will take you to her bed."

Jared's heart sunk at the realization that he would soon be forced to fight other captives. He had no desire to become some pawn for the Huntresses to use in their sick games. He also had no choice.

"Don't look so glum." Vexan said. "I witnessed how well you fought when you were starved and exhausted. I look forward to seeing how well you fight when you are prepared. I must admit, the thought does excite me."

Vexan slid her hand beneath her cloak, moaning softly as she did. Her cloak hung open, revealing part of her naked body to Jared who watched as Vexan's fingers moved slowly, massaging the warmth between her legs. He felt his cock stiffen at the sight, transfixed on the motion of her fingers.

She noticed his erection and her massaging intensified. Her wetness ran down the inside of her thighs as she watched his length harden. There was a hunger in her blue eye's as she stepped towards him.

"Help me escape and I promise you will never have to touch yourself again." Jared whispered.

Vexan laughed, her voice soft and without mocking unlike Alexindre's.

"A fine offer I must admit." She replied. "But Paige's touch is enough for me. Beside's, I have you at my disposal until the tournament which gives me plenty of time to enjoy what you have to offer."

She smiled down at him and leant forward, kissing his lips. Jared's lips parted at her touch and their tongues met briefly before she pulled away, laughing softly. He watched her go in frustration, her cloak billowing behind her.

The Huntress



She sat alone in the corner of the dark smoke filled room. A perfection of innocence masked by a tough façade. Her image of disaffected youth fitting with those she found solace with. Beauty buried under grime, silken locks braided once, now left as a collection of rats tails gathered at the crown of her head. She blended in seamlessly, as her heavy lidded gaze scoured the room for victims. 

Those in her company were like her, social misfits, outcasts from the norm. Privileged to be here, wasting away as if a disease had gripped them at birth. She wasn't like them. She was here only as a huntress. Deemed to be naïve, ignored for such. It gave her the perfect backdrop to give them what they wanted most. What they lusted for searched for in their nightly excursions to this place. She offered them an end to this vicious circle, in the form of an entry into her own. 

He made his way slowly over to her, pausing briefly to greet the wasted souls he had to step across to make a path to her. She averted her eyes from the crowd to focus on him. He was stereotypical for this place. Clothes torn and dirty, a bottle in one hand, a joint in the other, he could have been any one of them, nameless and hated by all, but this one had chose her. Out of all the other street rats inhabiting this hellhole, he wanted her. And in her own way, she wanted him. 

She flicked her cigarette away, watching the embers die on the cold floor as he kneeled beside her. She turned to him, legs half parted, eyes shining with wicked thoughts. Her innocence lost as instinct overwhelmed. He uttered something that she strained to catch before offering her a drink; she declined but nodded towards the exit, he smiled at her through bloodshot eyes. Taking his hand, she led him out and into the darkness beyond. 

Weaving through the maze of passageways into the basement, his hands trailed down her back. Pressing her flesh hard enough as if he wanted to sculpt it to his own shape. She let him. Let him have his fun now, while he still could. She stopped at a heavy wooden door, which marked the entrance into their chambers. The chambers of her master and her mistress, of those she hunted and killed for. Of those she fucked for. 

He stumbled into her, eyes unaccustomed to the light, even low, flickering candlelight such as this. Through clouded vision, he directed her to the mattress that lay to the side of the room. She smiled at him as he lay down first and she climbed astride his abused form. Rough hands scraped over her skin, tearing at her rags, tossing them aside to reveal pristine ashen flesh, she squirmed as his ragged nails tore into her flawless skin, welling blood to the surface which he licked away with the edge of his tongue. Eager and ready, she gave herself to him, her moans echoing out through the candlelit tomb. 

Lost in the throes of passion, oblivious to their entrance, she continued to fill the basement with low growls as she neared her edge. Beneath her, he lay unaware of anything bar the movement of her breasts and attention of her tongue. Hand in hand standing in the shadows of the doorway, her Master and Mistress smiled, and approached the makeshift bed, watching their slave as she writhed atop her catch. 

The woman clicked her tongue and the girl stopped, her head twisting violently to her saviours. Scurrying from the boy, she crawled across the floor to her Mistress. Drenched in sweat, her breathing still laboured she lifted the woman's sandal enclosed foot and slowly began to lick up the bitter tasting skin. The Mistress smiled and motioned the girl to stand. She stood slowly, her eyes lowered in total submission as her Mistress kissed her chastely, and pushed her aside to her Master, as the Mistress turned her attention to the boy who lay confused on the mite-ridden mattress. 

The girl kneeled before the man, who silent until now murmured her name in a heavy, rasping voice, "Dulcie". She nodded slowly and began to part his robe, letting her mouth find its way home. The woman walked leisurely towards the boy who was now trembling in a mix of fear and anticipation, and with each click of her heels on the flagstones, the worse his reaction to her got. Bending down, hovering just inches from his face the woman whispered, "You may call me Mistress". He nodded mutely, his throat dry as he tried to avert his eyes from her curves and promiscuous gaze. 

The Mistress crawled over his flesh, licking, biting, and tasting every inch of him. His eyes held his pleasurable distress, as did his body as she worked her way over him. Her voice low, she whispered, "Wouldn't want to waste a drop" as she went down on him. The boy gasped and groaned, before letting go, giving himself to this woman, who raised her head and smiled wantonly at him, his eyes rolled back into his head, and she went back to work. 

The master, finished now, pushed Dulcie away, making her crash to the floor, scraping bruised flesh off the cold concrete. She whimpered and curled into herself, turning her back to the carnage she knew was about to occur. She heard her Master prepare the syringe, and the low sounds of the Mistress getting the boy ready, trussing him like a turkey, exposed and belittled. 

The Master injected the boy, watching intrigued as the poison wormed its way home. The woman smiled, reaching under the mattress to pull out a small sewing kit. Ten needles all threaded with thread the colour of blood; all ready to seal and drain her masterpiece. She prepped another syringe, and injected him again. Watching as he fought against fast approaching sleep, trying to resist each relaxing muscle and nerve, he drifted away into a troubled slumber. 

Long painted nails brushed against his eyelids, squeezing them gently between fingertips as she pushed the needle through the flesh. Working with practised ease, she sewed shut both his eyes, each prick making him bleed, shedding tears of blood down his dirt caked face. The blood ran fast and easy, a cause of the poison running through his veins which also gave it the ability to flow forever, its capability of stemming the flow now gone, leaving him free to bleed to death. 

The Mistress worked speedily, sewing every orifice tightly shut, making each bleed its tiny line of blood to stream down his filthy flesh. He lay unmoving, now transferred to the icy floor so as not to spoil their mattress, lying, dying in a slowly forming pool of his own blood, victim of fantasies warped to perversion, acted out by this couple, victims entranced by their slave. 

The woman dragged her needles across his flesh, carving a language long forgotten, and a text long dead. Symbols painstakingly sliced and licked clean by the master, their ritual one of ancient, twisted wisdom, meant to bring them power, only brought them blood lust and a yearning for sex, blood and death. 

Uncurling herself, Dulcie gazed over at her Masters and the boy she had brought them. Crawling with the grace of a cat, and the curiosity of one, she made her way over to them. They each patted her absentmindedly, as they concentrated on the working of their ritual. Moving in towards each other as they sought to bind their spell through the mix of their own desires and energy, edging closer, their bodies lashing together with a mix of his blood and the memory of his carnal desires. Dulcie watched unfazed. 

 And while they thrashed together, releasing their needs on the stained mattress, Dulcie moved towards the boy and curled up gently around him. Licking him gently, tongue passing over the stitches, body clinging to his fading warmth. Wishing that he could live again, and give her the pleasure he gave her before. Perhaps give her freedom from these people who kept her bound through rituals and sadism, to bring them the unwanted, the suicidal, the wasted remnants of society's hatred of the strange and unusual. And as she lay, comforting herself with his skin, she prayed to pass in her sleep, and to join him on the other side. 



The Huntress



Read "The Hunter" to get Part I of the story!

*

Dee heard the toilet flush, and the water run in the sink. She hid herself behind the bathroom door, where Jas wouldn't see her when he opened it and returned to the bed.

The door opened, and Jas stepped into the room with his right hand raised, as if ringing a bell. "Time for round two ..." He trailed off as he noticed the bed empty, with the ties laying slack on all four corners. Before he could react, Dee stepped forward and snaked a hand around him, grabbing his balls tightly with her left hand and a handful of his hair with her right. He was at least a foot taller than she, and outweighed her by a hundred pounds, but right now he was as helpless as a kitten.

He tried to pull away but Dee gave his balls a sharp tug, sending a bolt of pain through his abdomen that almost brought him to his knees. She pushed him toward the bed, releasing his hair to snatch up the crop from the nightstand.

"Now, you're going to lie down on the bed slowly. Any attempt to get loose and you'll hurt so bad you'll puke. Understand?" 

Jas nodded, unable to speak, reeling from being taken in charge so easily by this woman he'd had tied down just minutes before. He lay on the bed, and Dee released his balls, saying, "I've got the crop now. Want to test my reflexes?" When he felt his left wrist being tied expertly, Jas saw his last chance and tensed to roll away. Before he could act, the crop whistled through the air and delivered a sharp cut right on the head of his cock. The pain was galvanic, rendering him incapable of speech for the next few moments while Dee finished binding both his wrists tightly. She left his ankles free, knowing full well she could control his behavior with the crop.

She stood beside the bed, looking down at him. The pain was fading now, and Jas looked up to see a stern-faced Mistress had taken the place of the writhing woman he'd tied and used shortly before. His senses spun, then were brought into sharp focus by the kiss of the crop on his inner thigh.

"It's my turn, now. You will do what I tell you. There will be pain if you obey, but far worse if you do not. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," he stammered. "What do you have in mind?"

His answer was the blindfold, now settled over his eyes, blocking out all sight and forcing him to concentrate on his other senses. 

Dee took up the feather he'd used on her and flicked it around his body, teasing his lips, his nipples, his balls ... drawing it up and down both legs and tickling the soles of his feet just a tiny bit. He twitched and tried to draw them away, but a quick slap of the crop in her other hand on his thigh stilled him. He was beginning now to understand how completely he'd been taken.

The crop whistled down again, this time landing on his left nipple. The right was next, and a volley of slaps then came, landing on his chest, his stomach, back to his nipples. He lost count of how many, but became aware of a heat building through the pain, emanating from his now-abused nipples down to his balls and still-sore cock. In moments, it began to stir and harden.

Dee noticed, and smiled. "Just as I thought. Surprised?"

He was, and told her so. He felt his cock twitch as she drew the crop along its length, flicking it lightly on that spot right below the head where it was deliciously sensitive. He was almost immediately fully hard, beginning to writhe against the bed sheets.

Putting the crop aside for the moment, Dee reached down and slapped his cock back and forth, making it bend and drawing moans from Jas. She grabbed it and pumped it up and down a few times, making a bead of precum appear on the head, then stepped back and looked for her goodie bag.

She found it on the floor and took out her favorite toy: a 7-inch vibrator, black with raised studs in rings all the way up the shaft. She turned it on for a moment and laid the tip against Jas' cock. He almost levitated off the bed and let out a long, low moan. His cock was rigid, looking like it was ready to take off and fly.

"No more for that just right now. You know where this is going, don't you?" Dee asked, taking a bit of lube and greasing the shaft of the vibrator well. "Pull your knees up."

He did as ordered, knowing the price for stalling. He felt her slick fingers paint lube on his ass. He'd had a finger in there before, but from the sound of the vibrator it was larger than that by a good margin. Very soon, as she pushed the head against his asshole and began to slide it in, he realized just how much bigger. He felt stretched, with a pain that was indefinable but endurable. Finally, it was two-thirds of the way in, and Dee switched it on. 

She was excited beyond the bounds of reason. Her nipples ached and her pussy, still wet from the first encounter, was now soaking. Leaving the vibrator and Jas' aching, twitching member, she slid up the bed and sat astride his chest, facing him.

"You want to cum, don't you?"

"Yes! Please, Dee."

"Not yet. You've gone and gotten me all heated up, being such a good bitch, and now you'll have to take care of me." With that, she slid forward until her pussy was covering Jas' nose and mouth. He began to lap at it like a starving man attacking a buffet, devouring her from her clit down her labia and all the way back up, not missing an inch. 

As she heated up, Dee ground her pussy onto his face, cutting off his air and not caring. She reached behind her and gave his cock a couple of tugs, just to keep it percolating. He lapped even faster, pausing to suck her clit and roll it around in his mouth like a nipple. She felt herself getting close to the edge, and pulled away, moving down and impaling herself in one stroke on Jas' rod. He gasped, and she slapped his chest, getting his attention.

"You will NOT cum until I do. If you do, I can promise you will regret it for a long, long time."

She began to move, first leaning forward and planting her palms on her captive's chest, pinching his nipples between her index and middle fingers as she slowly levered herself up and down. Soon, she became more urgent, sitting up straight and bouncing on him, each downstroke grinding her clit against him and making her crazy. 

She came -- and came again immediately, a torrent of shudders wracking her into near-insensibility. And then, with a moan so loud she was sure someone in a surrounding room would call security, Jas began to shoot his long-delayed load into her. It was like no man she'd ever felt. He seemed to grow much longer and fatter, and when the cum started, it shot into her in massive blasts, finally beginning to taper off after what seemed like a dozen or more shots.

She reached between his legs and slowly withdrew the vibrator, turning it off and tossing it aside. She lay across him, his cock still held inside her, and said, "So, who'll win round three?"



The Huntress and the BCC



Her 5 inch heels clicked through the mall as she walked checking out the men. It had been a week since her husband left for a month on business. Her pussy ached with need. The long fat dildoe she had been using didn't satisfy her. It was strictly a stop gap measure. The Huntress needed a long thick bare cock for her aching cunt to squeeze around. She could feel the men's eyes staring at her as she walked. The Huntress checked their crotches to see if they might be big enough. Her 36C tits bounced as she walked since she hadn't worn a bra or panties. The nipples poked through the light material clearly visible for anyone who cared to look. Her body felt tight and hungry for a cock. Frustrated at not finding any prospects she walked to a restaurant outside the mall that had a lounge. "I'd like a vodka martini," she said sitting at the bar.

"Coming right up," the bartender said ogling her nipples. 

"Let me get that," a man said sitting down next to her. "I'll have one too." 

"Thank you," she said looking at him. He looked to be in his forties and wasn't bad looking. He was stylishly dressed in slacks and a nice shirt. He smelled good and her pussy throbbed with need as she wondered if he had a big enough cock. They sipped their drinks for a few minutes.

"Is that scent I smell a hungry pussy in need of a cock?" he asked whispering in her ear.

"Yes," she hissed back, "but not just any cock will do. How big is yours?" she whispered. 

"Almost 10 inches," he said taking her hand and putting it in his lap. Her cunt throbbed emitting more juice as her fingers wrapped around the half hard cock in his pants. "Can you a take a cock that big?" he asked.

"Yes, let's go," she said. "Your place or mine?"

"Mine," he said standing up and tossing money on the bar. "I have a place 4 or 5 minutes from here." They walked quickly to his car.

"Get your cock out right now," she said when they had gotten in his car. It was dark in the parking lot and her cunt was wet and throbbing with need.

"Can't you wait till we get to my place?" he asked.

"No, I want it now, right now. I want to feel your big cock deep in my belly shooting its hot creamy juice in me," she said fumbling with his belt. Now that she was this close to what she needed she was desperate to feel that cock in her hungry cunt. He helped her get his belt unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants. "Hurry I need your cock in me," she said desperate to feel is cock in her cunt. She tugged at his pants pulling them down around his knees. 

"Take off your panties Honey while I get a condom," he said.

"I'm not wearing any panties. Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh God there it is," she said leaning down and licking the big cock head. "You're already full of juice," she gasped licking some off his cock. "I want it bareback, no condoms. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh yes," she gasped throwing a leg over and straddling him as she guided his cock into her shaved hungry pussy. "Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh yea baaaaaaaaaaaaaaby," she cried out as her hungry cunt ingested his cock clear to its root in one stroke. She ground her cunt mouth against his groin gasping while her vaginal muscles sucked and milked at his big cock deep in her belly.

"Jesus lady, I'm cumming, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh fuck," he gasped as the first relieving stream of hot cream shot into her squeezing love channel.

"Oooohhh yes, you Bastard, give it all to me," she gasped. "I want it; I need it; fuck me good, aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees." The mouth of her cunt squeezed around the root of his cock as she ground down hard on his groin. Her own orgasm exploded as her hungry cunt milked the hot cream from his cock. Her head was thrown back and she could feel his mouth sucking at her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Suddenly her breasts were bare and he was dragging on her hard nipples with his teeth. "I love it, chew them good, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Her hungry cunt clutched at his cock. 

"I'm going to take you and fuck you silly Honey," he said.

"Yes, do that," she hissed back. "Take me and fuck me silly." She rose up off his cock and sat beside him. "Well are we going or am I going to fuck you again here?" Her shaved pussy was leaking sperm onto his seat. His cock was still half hard and covered with their mixed juices. Her cunt still ached with a need to be filled deep in her belly. She leaned down licking at their juices on his cock.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh fuck you Bitch stop, we're going now," he grunted starting the car. She sucked hard on his cock head dragging her teeth lightly on it as she let it slip from her mouth. "Oooooooooohhhhhhhh Goddamn," he groaned.

"Hurry, my pussy is hungry for your cock," she said. She didn't bother to cover her breasts as she leaned back in the seat and put her feet on the dashboard. "Oh God I need your cock hurry," she said slipping a finger into her sopping wet cunt. Her hands massaged her cunt and clit as he drove the 5 minutes to his house.

"Come on we're here," he said pulling into his driveway. Her bare breasts bounced on the way to the door. She didn't care who saw her; all she knew was she needed that cock back in her hungry pussy. He pulled her through the open door and closed it. She was trying to get her dress off when he said, "Now Lady I'm going to fuck your hungry pussy hard." He bent her over the arm of the sofa and shoved his cock home deep in her belly.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees," she screamed in pleasure as the big cock sunk home deep in her belly bringing an instant orgasm. The cum slick walls of her cunt squeezed and squeezed around the slow strokes of the plunging cock. Time and again she gasped crying out her pleasure as the cock caused her to have orgasm after orgasm. "Oh damn you, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees," she screamed her eyes rolling as the cock finally began to ejaculate its hot cream deep in her hungry squeezing cunt leaving her breathless and disoriented. The itch deep in her vagina was still there making her cunt squeeze. Little rivers of sperm ran down her thighs dripping onto the floor squeezed out by her still hungry cunt.

"Damn Lady give it a rest," he groaned. They had fucked 2 more times over the next couple of hours. Her needy hungry cunt still pulsed with need of a cock. She was on her knees sucking and licking at his soft cock hanging between his legs trying to make it hard. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh shit, not again," he gasped. She had his soft cock in her mouth and it was beginning to pulse and harden.

"Dad, are you here?" a voice said.

"In here son," he answered holding her head so she couldn't come off his cock. "It's only my son. He came to meet me from his night class at college. His cock is bigger than mine and like most 20 year olds his balls are always full of sperm. In his case he is a virtual sperm factory."

"Jeez Dad, you found one. Can she take a big cock?" the boy asked.

"She took mine easy enough. I don't know about that monster of yours," he said. 

"Are you going to share her Dad?" the boy asked.

"Of course son, don't you share your girls with me?" he answered.

"Good, I can ride her for a long time. 3 girls brought me here from school tonight and sucked me dry 10 minutes ago. It'll take awhile for my balls to fill up again. God look at that pussy drip juice; you must have filled her good Dad," the boy said stripping off his shirt and pants.

"I've fucked her several times already. She should be good and lubricated son," he said. "Go ahead son, doggie fuck her. This one has a very hungry pussy and she loves big cocks." He still had hold of her head and she had no idea how big the cock was that was about to fuck her. "Suck it baby while my son fucks you good."

She gasped around the cock in her mouth when she felt the boy's cock start to spread the lips of her cunt. She could tell it was a big one from the way her lips continued to spread. She gasped again when the mushroom popped through the mouth of her cunt. He must be huge; she felt stretched like never before. The big cock paused letting her cunt adjust. Her cunt began to squeeze and juice. The big cock began to push in deeper causing her to gurgle and gasp around the cock in her mouth. 

"Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez her cunts trying to suck my cock off," the boy grunted. The cock continued to push in deeper slowly. "Goddamn I think she likes it. Her cunts milking hell out of me." The cock continued its slow descent deep into her cunt.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried in a long warbling cry. The hands had let go of her head. Her hands clutched at the sheets. She felt her orgasm building deep in her belly and still the cock pushed deeper. Her body tightened and her muscles began to spasm as the big cock reached virgin territory where no cock had ever been. She panted and gasped, "No more, pleeeeeeeeeeease, stop, stop, oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh." 

"My God, her cunt is like a soft vice Dad. She's squeezing and squeezing trying to milk me," the boy said. 

"Tease her son. Give her a good slow fuck while your balls fill. This one can't stop cumming once she starts," he said.

"Oh God, oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh my gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawd," she gasped. The big cock was starting in again slowly. "Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she cried out as her orgasm burst driving the air from her lungs. The thick long cock continued to stroke her hungry cunt with slow strokes that tested her sanity. Her hands were clenched into fists as she beat the bed mumbling and gasping barely able to breathe. Her pleasure racked body jerked and quivered as her orgasm went on and on. Her cunt locked and squeezed around the cock. Each long slow plunge deep into her belly caused her pleasure to intensify. Her cunt was extremely sensitive and she felt the cock start to grow and jerk. The big cock went about an inch deeper sliding into more new virgin territory. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuck, here it cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuums," the boy gasped as his cock started to pump Jizz like an oil well. "Here comes the last inch slut." His cock felt like a pressurized fire hose as his balls pumped a steady strong stream of hot creamy sperm against her womb. "Goddamn," the boy groaned as the last streams of Jizz emptied from his balls. His cock began to soften and finally fell out of her tight squeezing cunt. "Man look at that Dad, this one really likes it." She was curled in a fetal position with her hands covering her pussy. Her cunt was squeezing out large gobs of Jizz. Her fingers scooped some up and bring it to her lips. 

"Come on son, let's go have a beer," the man said.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh yes," she gasped sometime later. Their teeth were dragging on her big bare nipples. Fingers were teasing her cum slick cunt causing her to arch when the slid up inside teasing her G spot. "No, no, not my ass, huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh," she gasped. Fingers rubbed at her asshole smearing Jizz around making it slick. "Please, oh please, dooooon't," she cried when she felt her asshole spreading around the finger. Her anal channel clutched at the finger when it popped through her sphincter. "Oooooohhhh damn, you," she gasped squirming on the teasing finger. The finger was soon joined by a second finger. 

"You want my cock again slut?" the boy asked taking her hand and placing it on his big hard cock.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeees, oooooooooohhhhhhh soooooooooo big," she gasped. Her fingers wouldn't go all the way around it. Their mouths dragging on her bare nipples and the fingers teasing her ass and cunt were driving her crazy. She was on fire and she gasped, "Fuck me, pleeeeeeeease, somebody fuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeee."

"Come on you horny bitch, ride my cock like the slut you are," the boy said rolling over on his back. She was still holding his cock when she straddled him. "Aaaaaaahhhh fuck yes," he groaned as she took him into her cum slick cunt.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees," she screamed taking all of his cock in one long slide down the hard pole. Her hands grabbed the headboard to keep from falling. The boy lifted his head and started sucking on the hard nipple that was inches from his mouth. She felt hands on her waist lifting her up the boy's long cock and then letting her go so she slid back down. Pleasure racked her tight squeezing cunt making her gasp and cry out each time she was lifted and let go. 

"Time for the main event slut," the man said. The boy put his arms around her and pulled her onto his chest. "Time for your ass to take my cock."

"No, no, no, I can't, I can't, oh God, pleeeeeeeease, don't, don't, yyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, nnoooooooooooooooooooooooooo," she gasped begging and pleading with them not to fuck her ass. Her husband had done that to her one night and she asked him to never do it again if he was going on a trip. He had induced deep anal orgasms that had left her a raving screaming sex maniac for days. She felt his hands spreading her ass cheeks as the big cock began probing at her asshole. "No, no, pleeeeeeeeeeeese, not my ass, I can't, oh noooooooooooo, huuuuuuuuuuuuuh yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she screamed softly shaking her head no. She had tried to squeeze her ass tight to keep the big cock out but in so doing had made her cunt clench hard around the big cock that was deep in her belly. The vicious orgasm left her weak and helpless. She was nothing more than their fuck toy now to be used any way they wanted.

"I greased my cock with KY baby. It'll slide in easy, just relax," he said. She felt her ass spreading around the big cock head and held her breathe. A loud gasp was driven from her lips when the cock head popped through her sphincter into her ass. Her cunt and anal cavity began to squeeze and suck at the big invaders. The big cock was deep in her ass and began to slowly stroke her asshole. Every third or fourth stroke it would stop and she would be lifted half way up the boys cock in her cunt and then let go so she'd slide back down. The 2 cocks rubbing together through the thin membrane separating her cunt and ass were causing constant orgasms and incredible pleasure. Twice in 20 minutes she fainted for a few seconds. 

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh fuck Dad, I can't hold it, anymore, oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit," the boy gasped when his big cock began to throb shooting hot Jizz at her womb.

"Me either son," the man gasped lifting her one last time with his cock buried in her asshole then letting her go so she could slide back down the boys long cock. He too began to pump hot Jizz deep in her anal cavity.

The men squirmed and humped their big cocks into her pumping her full of hot creamy Jizz in both holes. The deep anal orgasm that she feared burst deep in her guts causing her body to go rigid. The deep painful orgasm was exquisite and beyond imagination as it went on and on. She was still cumming hard when their limp drained cocks fell from her cunt and ass leaving her still squeezing cunt and ass void of what she needed most, a thick long cock. Her body jerked and twitched until she finally fell asleep between them on the large bed.

Several hours later she was awakened again. She was on her right side facing the man and her left leg was over his hip. His big cock was already halfway into her slick cunt and she was gasping for air. 

"Oh God no, I can't, not again, oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," her long warbling cry filled the room when his big cock thrust all the way in.

"You can and you will slut," the man said as her cunt squeezed lovingly around his cock. "You may not want to but you sure have a hot cunt that says different." Her cunt was sensitive and it juiced on the big cock.

"No, no pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, not again, I can't, take it, not both, of you, not again, pleeeeeeeeeeeease, not my aaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, oooohhh Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawd noooooooooooooooooooooooo," she screamed gasping as she felt the boys cock probing at her asshole.

"Your ass is mine this time slut," the boy said when his cock head popped through her sphincter muscles. "Christ, her ass squeezes harder than her cunt," the boy gasped.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh damn, you, you Bastards, aaaaaaaahhhhhhh," she cried out panting and gasping for air. She was in big trouble. The position she was in with her leg on his hip left her ass and cunt wide open giving the cocks free rein to stroke into her ass and cunt. 

"Let's see how long we can fuck her without cumming," the man said. Both cocks were buried deep inside her.

"Yea, maybe we can fuck her to death," the boy said. "Here we go slut, enjoy it." 

"Huh oh, huh oh, huh oh," she panted as they began to work in alternate strokes. One cock was always sliding in deep while the other was pulling out. The cocks were constantly rubbing against each other through the thin membrane between her anal cavity and vagina. "Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh," she gasped when one of the cocks hit and especially tender spot holding her breathe. "Yyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she screamed exhaling as her cunt clutched at the big cock deep in her belly. Her thick crème covered the cock as it withdrew. The boys cock sliding deep into her guts while she was still cumming finished her. The deep anal orgasm left her gasping as she babbled incoherently. Again and again she held her breathe only to have it driven from her lips when the big cocks gave her deep painful but very exquisite orgasms. Her body jerked and twitched while her ass and cunt squeezed and milked at the cocks trying to drain them of their juice. 

"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh fuck Dad, I'm gonna shoot," the boy grunted. His cock was covered with a thick light brown crème from her ass. His balls were full of juice and they ached from holding off so long.

"Let's finish her together Son. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh fuck, what a cunt she's got. I'd like to get a hold of this one again. She loves it. You ready son?" the man asked. Their cocks were right at the mouth of her cunt and ass and started to slide slowly into her cavities.

They had been steadily fucking her cunt and ass for almost 45 minutes. The painful deep exquisite orgasms had left her vaginal and anal muscles cramping with spasms that hurt. She felt the cocks start to slide in slowly. Her muscles cramped instantly trying to clutch and hold the big cocks. The cramps hurt; they hurt badly but oh the wonderful exquisite pleasure as the cocks slid into her slick cunt and ass. The men began to grind against her ass and groin trying to get the last little bit of their cocks up into her. The man grinding on her groin was grinding on her tender clit too. She wasn't going to be able to stand much of this. They were reaching her very soul. She held her breathe feeling the cocks grow and start to throb. 

"Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she screamed exhaling as the big cocks exploded deep in her belly and guts. The strong streams of hot cream made her muscles clench around the cocks milking them. Her own orgasm was mind shattering and drove her high up into a pink haze of pleasure beyond anything she had ever experienced. She vaguely felt the cocks withdraw and fell into a deep sexually exhausted sleep. Her body jerked and twitched as she dreamed about big cocks plundering her body.

"Oh God," The Huntress moaned as she tried to sit up. It was several hours later and sunlight was streaming into the room. Her body was stiff and her cunt and ass were tender from the attention they had got. She managed to sit on the edge of the bed and looked around the room. She needed to piss and there appeared to be a bathroom off the bedroom she was in. 

"Are you okay dear?" a voice asked startling the Huntress. The Huntress turned and saw a somewhat overweight middle aged blonde lady staring at her. The ample cleavage of her large breasts was clearly visible. Her full knee length skirt covered her ample thighs.




The Huntress and the BCC



"Yes, yes, I'm fine. I was just looking for a bathroom," the huntress said. "I thought this was a private home."

"Private home?" the blonde laughed the tops of her breasts jiggling. "Honey this is the BCC. A lot of married women come here to get what they need when their husbands are on extended business trips. Sometimes we find other things too." The blonde woman was standing in front of the Huntress and her hand shot out and cupped the Huntress' tender pussy. A finger dragged up between her cunt lips making her gasp as it slipped inside her tender cunt. The Huntress's hips began to dance on the finger in her tender cunt when it curled and found her G spot. "A woman's soft hands and warm lips and tongue can bring many pleasures Honey," the blonde woman said. She leaned forward and gently ran her tongue over the Huntress's hard nipple and then sucked it gently. Then the mouth and finger were gone. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhh why'd you stop?" the Huntress gasped. The finger had made her pussy start to quiver again and the warm lips on her nipple felt good.

"They have rules here at the BCC. I can't get caught fooling around with another woman or I'd have to be punished," the blonde woman said fumbling in her purse. "Call me sometime. My phone number is on this card," she said pressing it into her hand. "Come on I'll show you where the bathroom is."

"What's the BCC?" the Huntress asked as the blonde led her to the bathroom.

"It's the Big Cock Club. Men have to be at least 8 inches to belong to it. Many women come here to get royally fucked by their big cocks when there men are on business trips. You'd be surprised at who some of the women are," the blonde responded. "Here we are. You can clean up. I've got to go my guy will be waiting. Call me honey."

It was almost 2pm by the time the Huntress returned home. She was tired but her pussy and ass were still throbbing from the fucking they had received. She looked at the card the blonde had given her remembering how her finger and lips had felt. She thought about the man and his son whose long thick cocks had pleasured her body. Her husband would be gone another 3 weeks and she knew she would call the blonde and return to the BCC.

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The Huntress Ch. 01



2014 - You surfed a porn site for wank fodder. 

2096 - The events of Chasing the Dragon. 

2123 - The gender ratio of infants throughout South America began to skew strongly toward females, with 1 male born for every 25 females. The male infants that did make it to term showed signs of strong hormonal imbalances or even genital feminization. 

2124 - A mutated strain of the bacteria Wolbachia, capable of infecting humans, was discovered to be the culprit. Unlike previous strains, the bacteria proved to be highly infectious. It was also incredibly resistant to attempts at treatment. Worst by far, though, was the rapid pace at which the bacteria had already spread, and was still spreading. Doctors who had flown into South America to analyze and research a birth phenomenon unwittingly brought back a disease with no day-to-day symptoms. 

2128 - Now coined "The Purge", the bacteria had infected an estimated 85% of the population of Northern America and Europe. The CDC released studies that heavily suggested that this mutation had been designed. Tensions began to rise between nations as males of every race became sterile or genetically incompatible with females. 

Due to the incredible uncertainty Wolbachia brought, Russia became swept up in a call for the reinstatement of Communism. All-female leadership took over to great fanfare, and for several years very little else was heard from within it's borders as the great nation restructured itself "for the greater good of it's citizens." 

2131 - As the bacteria ran rampant through the developed world, Russia broke it's own self-imposed isolation and began annexing neighboring territories in a bid to control vast natural resources as much as any remaining male population. In an emergency meeting, the EU unanimously passed a 'Mutual Defense' resolution. The threat of war with Russia loomed. Females were hesitantly conscripted on both sides as grunts in an effort to protect the male population, and an arms race toward alternate rank-and-file is quietly begun. 

2132 - In March, a Russo-Chinese alliance was formally announced. The following day, China simultaneously invaded Korea, Thailand, and Taiwan. The US responded by sending carriers to Japan. 

2134 - After 18 months of posturing and line drawing, a shooting war breaks out with the EU, the US, and Japan on one side, and China and Russia on the other. The forces of the EU suffered the worst of it as Russia is the first to unveil robotic soldiers. Although their versatility in combat left much to be desired, their hardiness and design created strategic problems that the Allied Forces would not soon be able to counter. 

2135 - News leaks out from behind the new Iron Curtain that males have been nationalized, becoming property of the state. For the first time in centuries, human beings became property in a First World nation. Although the Allied forces are not able to turn the tide, their defense became much more frantic. The war slowed down to town-by-town, street-by-street blood baths. 

2137 - The Russian invasion of mainland Europe reaches the northern shores of France. The British Isles became the sole holdout. Although the rhetoric and propaganda attempted to draw parallels to the second World War, their ability to influence the war was almost completely nullified. Even the once-lauded Royal Navy was reduced to a smattering of ships performing guerilla operations in the North Atlantic. Later that year, China released an engineered virus, decimating Japan's population. The entire island was quarantined. The US was left alone in the war. 

2138 - First documented case of parthenogenesis in humans discovered. Post-Purge females began to spontaneously become pregnant and give birth without semen from a man. Although the pattern would not be visible for another decade, most females began to give birth on a three to four year cycle. Birth, new life, and it's perception gradually began to shift toward something common and regular rather than precious and born out of love. 

2140 - Communist forces took control of India. In addition to the vast population, the Chinese also gained access of one of two Space Elevators in the world. Built at the turn of the century, the Elevator and it's twin in Ecuador were more than just the gateway to outer space; they also represented the possibility of incredible resources in the burgeoning field of asteroid mining. A rogue element in the United States CIA attempted to sabotage the communist-controlled Elevator in India with a tactical nuclear weapon. 

Although the Elevators were designed with a structural weak-point at the base, the cables did not break away as intended. Instead, the massive structure rippled and broke 3,000 miles above the surface. As the counterweight at the far end dragged the station and it's 1,000+ inhabitants out into the vastness of space, the remaining cable snapped back into Earth's atmosphere. The kinetic force of the cable, as it struck down along the equator, was roughly equivalent to a series of nuclear bombs going off in rapid succession over the Arabian Sea, Somalia, Ethiopia, Sudan, and the Central African Republic. 

2141 - Following a retaliatory nuclear strike at the US-controlled Elevator in Ecuador in which the structural weak-point functioned, The United States launches a full-scale intercontinental nuclear assault against Chinese and Russian targets. The United States believed that their superior stealth technology would allow the bombs to land before a return strike could be mounted, but within minutes, Mutually Assured Destruction failsafes across Asia signalled the end of the United States of America. Between the two waves of nuclear strikes and the unprecedentedly-massive cloud of debris kicked up by the fallen Space Elevator, no survivors on either side are able to assess the damage inflicted, and the Third World War comes to a sudden, violent end with no clear winner. 

With all major governments having crumbled and much of the world irradiated, society collapsed. Global warming due to radiation caused much of the polar ice caps to melt, reshaping the world as we knew it and ravaging what was left with increasingly severe weather. The older generation, those who had seen the birth of Wolbachia, began to die off, and with them died the millennia-old hierarchy of the sexes. Gender population steadied, with males now only making up approximately 5.75% of the world. The vacuum of power and lack of a government-backed monetary system reduced most of world to a barter system. 

The most valuable stocks of usable material, technology, and real estate were in the hands of corporations. A medical supply company with access to a full warehouse, a communications company with access to satellites; these were the new Captains of Industry. Access to these vital resources was ruthlessly controlled, demanding total obedience from any wandering souls in need. As time passed, these "company towns", built strategically away from the rich military targets that had been sure to be bombed, grew and grew. By 2150, domes were being erected to protect from the intense radiation and erratic weather patterns brought on by global warming. Shelter and food underneath those domes came at the price of forced labor. By 2160, most of these "company towns" had either completed their dome, or had been abandoned to merge corporate resources with neighbors who lacked what they had to offer but had completed their dome. By 2170, the average worker's quality of life had risen to something approximating pre-war levels, but at the cost of almost all civil liberties. 

2175 - The Russian Republic forms in what was once Eastern Europe, as thousands of miles of land on either side of the Ural Mountains was rendered uninhabitable. The RR largely forms in response to and in opposition of the increasing, albeit localized, power of corporations within America. This new Russia is also heavily communist, with the government taking over all forms of production and distribution, outlawing capitalism of any form. 

2179 - The hubs of civilization in America have begun to form into massive cities dubbed "Mega-cities". These Mega-cities create their own governments with major corporations acting as controlling councils. Non-compete clauses set up each corporation as it's own monopoly within a given city. Only the employees of these corporations are considered full citizens, despite every city gathering a vast number of 'huddled masses' that eke out a life in the lowest parts of these dizzying metropoli. 

2181 - In response to the increasing influence of the RR, the American Mega-cities band together to form Conglomerated City-States of America. 

2192 - Antigravity technology developed by the CCSA. Although it has nearly limitless applications, the developing corporation restricts it's availability almost completely for fear of it falling into Russian hands. In addition to that, the equipment required to power antigrav scales poorly with the antigrav strength. Beyond small prototypes, it's only application with current generation technology is allowing objects in high atmosphere to resist the Earth's gravity well, allowing for the first space elevator located away from the equator. 

2195 - The first extraplanetary capture of an asteroid. The mission to begin this had been launched 70 years earlier. Although communication with NASA failed in 2145, the crewless craft continued to pursue it's purpose. The Asteroid itself, 887 Alinda, was towed into Earth's orbit opposite the Moon. It was never visible from the surface of the Earth. 

2198 - The drone towing 887 Alinda was hacked and taken over. A crew of robotic workers was flown up onto the asteroid. Construction began as the asteroid was hollowed out for the material needed to build first the antigrav generators, and then the Space Elevator itself. 

2200 - 887 Alinda was towed into geostationary orbit over New England. 

2209 - First northern space elevator is completed, as the cable makes landfall in Emerald City, located deep in the green mountains of Vermont. 

2214 - The first weather control base is built on the Emerald City Elevator line in the upper atmosphere, allowing for the formation of a positive pressure envelope around the city and the dismantling of the dome. Emerald City becomes the first undomed city in the Northern Hemisphere in almost a half century. 

2217 - Communism's systematic intolerance of religion and Russia's strict immigration laws interfering with members of the Nation of Islam's ability to make the all-important Pilgrimage to Mecca had always made their occupation of the Middle East tenuous. When the RR slowly pressed it's borders into Africa, a rash of large-scale uprisings swept throughout the region. A state of tension forms between the CCSA and the RR with both parties cutting off formal ties. Russia's military campaign into what was once Egypt met with fierce resistance. 

2220 - Russia's military campaign in Egypt is summarily abandoned. Many soldiers fighting on the front lines are left behind. 

2224 - Present Day 

*** 

This story, The Huntress, takes place in a vision/version of the future along with two other stories here on Literotica. Chasing the Dragon, set 130 years earlier, has several tie-ins that enrich and enhance the reading experience, and although it is by no means required. Light Rays Coming Out Of The Computer is a contemporary story to The Huntress. Characters and plots from the two stories will overlap. Although it is possible to read these two independent of each other, we do not recommend it. Chasing the Dragon was written by me. Light Rays and The Huntress were both co-written by LittleGrue and myself. 

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The bar was an aging hole in the wall, one of hundreds in the metropolis. Squeezed in between a laundromat and a barely-authentic Japanese tea room, it saw modest business day to day. Trophies from the waste lined the wall; mostly bits of junk. Cast off husks of a dead age. The bar was packed with weary bodies eager for the night's excitement, or at least a few hours where the alcohol let them forget. Unwashed souls looking to smother their problems with cheap booze and easy ass. Petty criminals, the working poor, male hookers on the job, they were all the same here. Women looking to lose themselves for a while. 

The door slid open, letting the dull cacophony of the megacity spill in. A woman stepped in, drawing a few glances from the more curious patrons. Her short-cropped blonde hair framed a hard face, and her challenging stare sent the roomful of curious barflies back to whatever they had been paying attention to before. Tall and extremely built; her tight fitting tanktop stretched over rippling muscles. Her right arm, a gleaming synthetic replacement grafted onto a mass of scars at the shoulder, fingered a pistol holstered at her hip. She walked over to the bar with an easy pace that belied a coiled tightness in her posture, as if she was waiting to pounce; it gave her the impression of a large cat on the prowl. Walking up to the crowded counter, she fixed two women with increasingly intense stares until a space suddenly cleared for her. Her eyes lingered appreciatively over the male tender behind the bar as he wiped out a dirty mug, flashing him a hungry smile. 

With little to do this early besides drink, most eyes were on the holoscreen above the bar. "...and finally, today marks the 100th anniversary of The Purge. The spokeswoman for the Conglomerated City-States of America honored this day with an address to the citizens." A tall, well-coiffed woman in an elegant pant suit stepped up to a podium and nodded while the assemblage cheered. Hisses and jeers broke out among the bar's patrons, and someone threw stale food cubes at the screen. "My fellow daughters of the CCSA. It has been a century since the Purge struck and left our culture, and our world, forever changed. Today we take a moment to commemorate the hardships of those who came before us and the great strides we have made to protect our way of life. We take time to give thanks for the leadership and stability the corporations have given us, and remember that time stands still for no one. As we continue forward, with our heads held high and our eyes on the horizon, we remember-" The bartender finally relented to the mounting pressure, and changed the channel to a rerun of the prior day's mag ball game. 

She leaned forward onto her elbows, fingertips steepled under her chin, and watched the bartender go about his business. Her eyes ran up and down his form, unnoticed. When he finally turned to put away a clean mug and noticed her attention on him, his cheeks flushed. She smirked, staring even more blatantly, until he found a very important reason to wander into the back room. 

"Anya, stay focused," a voice crackled in the blonde's ear. Anya scowled and grumbled under her breath. "Long dark hair. Scar on her chin. Looks like that pop star Magenta." 

"Da, I know," she muttered, flashing the barkeep a final quick smile before she turned to look over the crowd. "You think I do not know what she look like?" Her thick Russian accent gave the words an unintended harshness she rarely took the time or effort to soften. She waved a finger at the barkeep. He nodded, filled the freshly cleaned mug, and slid it across the bar to her. 

"The bartender is blonde, and a man. Move on." 

Anya grinned in amusement. "Do not be jealous, myshka. Is ugly on you." 

The voice studiously ignored her jab. "Maybe she's not here yet." 

"She is here," Anya said, calmly watching the highlight reel on the holoscreen. 

"You already spotted her," the voice said flatly. 

"Da. In corner." 

"You were staring at the barkeep to be discrete." 

"Da. Looking directly at target is amateur. Look next to, past, and around." 

The voice sighed exhaustedly. "Well, the drones have you covered. Larry is out back. Curly and Moe are on the roof across the street, watching." 

"Thank you, myshka." Anya downed the mugs contents, and twisted her lips contemptuously. "Beer without yeast like gun without bullet. Is pointless. Only thing I still miss from Russia." She tapped her wrist comp briskly, generously tipping the bartender, as she turned and walked toward the back. 

"Tell that to the forger you beat unconscious with an empty rifle. You gave the woman a concussion." 

Anya shrugged "Oh, well... da, there was that." 

She made for the restroom, but at the last minute turned and sat herself down in a booth opposite the brunette with the scar. 

"Ohhh, yes. Very discrete," the voice said, snarkily. 

Anya's eye merely twitched as she withdrew her pistol and set it down on the table between her and the brunette. "I hate these things," Anya said, as she slowly took her hand away from the gun. "So loud and... how you say... inelegant. Have you ever been shot?" she said, making direct eye contact with the increasingly-terrified brunette. "No? Is terrible. Hurt for months at best, if not forever. Once, I was chasing gambler who owed money all over town. Slippery woman. Kept getting out of cuffs! Had to shoot both kneecaps..." The harshness of her accent was in full effect as the brunette sank further and further into her seat. "You see this? This is Markov X8. It can blow hole in chest big enough for me to stick hand through. It is..." She grumbled for a moment, scratching her chin. "Overkill? Da, overkill. If I have to shoot kneecap it will blow off entire leg." Anya made a small explosion sound as if to narrate the grisly image. "Is very messy gun. I do not think you will run far without leg." 

"Now... this either happen two ways, Virginia. We go quiet. Yes?" Anya smiled wryly, stroking the pistol. "Or you go messy." 

"I-I-I-I can pay you!" 

She stared back impassively. "You not listen suka. Only happen two ways!" 

"I didn't even do it though! I was just the lookout but I neve-" 

Anya flexed, loudly cracking the bones in her shoulder and neck. "Not caring. But, will slit throat if you keep trying to talk Anya to death." 

The woman's hands trembled as she fished through her pocket. "No, you don't understand. I have money, I can pay-" 

Anya flinched as the woman suddenly tossed a small black cube into the air. Her eyes widened in recognition, and she had barely a moment to turn away before her world erupted into blinding light and a piercing keen that reverberated through her skull. 

The world slowed down, or at least her perception of it did. She rolled up onto her hands and knees and managed to open one of her eyes to look back. Everyone was on the ground, with their hands clawing at their ears. She couldn't bring herself to look at it without being nauseated, but she knew that the small black cube was laying a few feet away, continuing to emit strobing, disorienting lights and blasted harmonics designed to disrupt the inner ear. Her synthetic arm pawed blindly at the ground, feeling for tiny box. She clenched her fist and crushed it, but the severe disorientation continued. 

Through the near-senseless haze, Anya could see the back door swing closed. She swore violently and climbed unsteadily to her feet. A frightening wave of disorientation and nausea swept through her, threatening to knock her back on her ass but she threw herself toward the door, sweeping through it in more of a controlled fall than a run. 




The Huntress Ch. 01



She had to brace herself against the alley wall as the world swam. Huffing, she focused on holding back the rising bile that threatened to surge up. Her eyes rolled wildly as they cast about for their prey. There, on the ground, the woman lay prostrate, neurostunned. Hovering a few meters above her, a small drone fluttered, watching. 

"...nya! Are yo... ...re?" Anya could barely make out the comm over the fierce pain ringing in her skull. 

She held her fingers to her ears and tried to focus "Myshka?" 

"Are you okay?" She could hear the worry in his voice. "That tralk nearly blew out the mic with her frelling flash pack." 

Anya pinched the bridge of her nose. "A headache but will live." She crouched down and began to riffle through the woman's pockets for any other lovely surprises she might have. "I have money, she says," Anya grumbled, finding only another of the stunboxes and small caliber pistol. "Why always must be difficult way?" she muttered under her breath, giving the limp body a vicious kick in the ribs. Satisfied, she bound the girl's wrists with detainment cuffs. 

"Who's the amateur now?" he teased. 

Anya scowled, lifting the groaning woman "Poshol ti nahoo!" 

"Temper temper!" he scolded. She could almost hear the smirk in his voice. He wouldn't be letting her live this down any time soon. "Oh no. Oh, no no no no!" 

"What," she said, as she lifted the inert body over her shoulder. 

"You can't hear the sirens? Crap, ok. There are incoming Peacekeepers heading up both sides of the alley. You have her fully pacified and under control, right? 

"Da. See you on ship." 

"Wait-" 

Anya pulled out the earbud and stuffed it into the back pocket of her pants as she turned to the rapidly approaching officers. She smiled broadly and slowly put her gun back into it's holster. "Is ok, Girls. Fugitive is apprehended! I am bounty hunter!" 

"Can it, Drago. Submit your ID." 

Anya's smile soured. She shifted the fugitive over her shoulder and activated her wrist computer. After a few quick taps, she lowered her arm again and waited, body tensing. 

The lead Peacekeeper shook her head as the hologram over her wrist winked out. "Anya Volkov, your license to Capture, Detain, and Transport is expired. This is an illegal capture." One of the officers behind the lead one slowly let their hand drop to their stunner, and Anya tensed. 

"It's okay officers, she was just holding the fugitive for me," a cavalier voice behind her told the officers. 

Anya inwardly groaned. Of all the people to come to her rescue, it had to be her. 

Sarah Miller, bounty hunter extraordinaire, walked past Anya. "Ms. Volkov was holding the fugitive for me while I checked on the bar patrons and made sure they were okay. You'll see my license is in order." She playfully winked at Anya while the Peacekeepers verified her identity. Anya scowled back, fingering her pistol and imaged a fist sized hole in the irritating woman's chest. 

The officer cast Anya a sharp glare. "Very well, we'll release her into your custody." 

Sarah flashed the officers a brilliant smile and turned to Anya with a hand out. "Thank you for holding onto her for me. I can take her from here." 

Anya fumed as she rolled her shoulder. The still-unconscious form crumbled to the ground with a meaty thud. She regained some semblance of awareness as her head hit the pavement, and she rolled over with a pained groan. "Was not aware they issue license for poaching." 

The brunette grinned. "Cost of doing business, Anya. Maybe you should learn how to do your job or that boytoy of yours will need to find himself a new sugar mama." Her grin deepened. "You'll let him know that my offer still stands, won't you?" 

Anya snorted and flashed the woman the middle finger as she walked off down the alley. 

*** 

Anya's mag car drove out onto the airdock's tarmac, navigating the maze of parked cruisers, wires, and loading vehicles. She drove past many newer, larger, and more powerful ships, but her attention was fully on the dark green ship with the high arched wings at the end of row 67. There she was, home. The Artemis sat amid a nest of cables that were slowly cycling out the reservoir of coolant it's SMR drive system used. 

A lithe, blonde teen stood on the open loading ramp, waiting for her with hands on hips. One of the small dragonfly drones was perched on his shoulder, wings fluttering. She thought maybe Moe, but couldn't be sure; he was the only one who seemed to be able to tell the damned things apart. As she got closer, she could make out his glare and swore under her breath. 

"What the in the hell was that?!" 

Anya winced, pinching the bridge of her nose "Myshka, it was just misu-" 

"Don't you myshka me," the blonde fumed "I reminded you about renewing that license a whole week ago. You told me you had it handled." 

"I forgo-" 

"We needed that bounty, Anya! Our finances are tapped out and our reactor fuel is close to depleted. We've only got one good flight before we're running on fumes." 

"I know." 

"Fumes, Anya! We'll go down! Boom!" He threw his hands out in front of him, gesticulating wildly. 

"I know, Mysh-" 

"And Sarah Miller? You let her get your bounty? That's just sad." 

Anya held out a hand to ward off the onslaught. "I am being sorry Ashley, it was mistake. I will find us work before is problem." 

"You aren't doing those fights again. I'm not patching you up after you get your fa-" 

She laughed, "I am promise myshka, no fights." 

Ashley's lip pouted as anger gave way to concern. "I thought they were going to arrest you Anya..." There was a note of sadness in his voice "I was scared. I could have lost you." 

Anya swept Ashley into her arms, shooing away the drone as she held the troubled boy to her chest. "Myshka is talking silliness. Would not happen. They could never hold me from my little mouse." Her eyes flickered as a dock worker came around the edge of The Artemis. Anya's muscles tightened for a moment, tensing warily. Ashley's arms tightened around her as well, though for entirely different reasons. 

"I'm still mad at you," Ashley mumbled into the bounty hunter's chest. 

He squeaked as a firm hand cupped his crotch with enough force to draw him up onto his toes. "You do not feel so mad to Anya," she murmured huskily to the smaller male. 

Ashley opened his mouth but was quickly silenced by a powerful kiss. Anya's tongue pushed at his lips, battering their way past to curl in his mouth, stealing his breath and overwhelming him. Timidly, he returned the kiss only to be swept up and slammed into the bulkhead. It was all he could do to cling to the woman as her hungry mouth roamed his body, leaving a trail of bites and kisses down the nape of his neck. Ashley shuddered in pleasure, digging his fingers into her muscled back, eager to feel her naked body pressed against his. 

"Anya... unnnghh... please." 

He tried to say more, but he quickly found himself cradled in her strong arms and carried off to their cabin at the bow of the ship as if he weighed nothing to her. No sooner had the door slid open then he was unceremoniously dumped on the bed, with Anya pawing at his clothing. He whimpered as his pants were yanked from him. He, in turn, helped Anya shimmy out of her own clothing until she stood before him in all her glory; every muscle sculpted and defined in beautiful detail, like a veritable Adonis. Even her synthetic arm had a sinuous curvature to it that fit her frame perfectly. The smooth carbon shell contrasted with her flesh as if her arm had been crafted of the fine porcelain. Anya stood there for a long moment, letting her gaze devour the nude boy sprawled across her bed. She breathed deeply, and her breasts rose impressively from their perch atop the thick slabs of her pectoral muscles. 

"Computer," he said breathlessly. 

"Yes, Captain Bubble Butt?" The ships speakers giggled flirtatiously. 

Ashley rolled his eyes. "For the last time, you brain-dead AI, stop calling me that before I rip your memory core out with my bare hands." 

"Anything you say, sweet buns," the ship said matronizingly. 

"Just put the ship on lockdown, okay?" 

"Ooooh, is it sexy times already?" 

"Do as you are told, machine," Anya yelled. "And this time, no spying!" 

"Awwww," the machine pouted. "You always ruin my fun." Anya grit her teeth, fighting back a string of expletives. Distantly, the ship locked itself down. The heavy hydraulic doors shut tight with a loud clank of metal locks, and their anti-intrusion systems came online. After the red signal light in the corner of the room switched to green, Anya visibly relaxed. 

"Lie back," she said, as she reached out toward the drawer to the left of the bed. 

Ashley frowned, slowly crawling away from her "Oh come on, not that thing." 

Anya casually grabbed the boy's ankle and dragged him back, shoving him into the bed. "Quiet, my myshka loves this." She pulled out the flaccid length of ani-skin and slammed the drawer shut with a swing of her hips. 

He pouted, trying to sit up only to be shoved back into the mattress. "Yanno," he grumbled, "there is an entire world full of women out there eager to ride my cock. How did I get stuck with the one who likes shoving one in me?" 

She rolled her shoulders and bit her lip gently as she placed the exocock against the top of her slit, gasping ever-so-slightly as it bonded itself with her sex. Those first few seconds, as her nerve endings stretched out, were always particularly delicious. Suddenly she could feel her hand wrapped around the shaft and shuddered in pleasure. 

Slowly, she loosened her fingers, and pulled her hand away entirely. The exocock began to writhe and tighten. Ashley gave it a look of fear mixed with anticipation, but broke his gaze as Anya leaned over the edge of the bed and planted her arms to either side of him. He leaned back as she got closer; back, back, back, until his shoulders hit the bed. Anya's grin turned feral as her left hand tightened around his cock. He gasped as he watched the head go from red to purple, precum bubbling forth to bead on his stomach. 

"You got very lucky. That is how." He yelped as she grabbed his nipple piercing and twisted mercilessly. 

"Frell," he whispered, as he spread his legs out to the sides. Her grip did not lessen, but as she began to grind the exocock against his cheeks, so too did the engorged head of his own cock grind against her rippling ab muscles. He cried out as she twisted his nipple back the other way. "You bitch," he cried, after another particularly painful tweak. 

"Tonight," she said, "you are bitch." 

Her exocock began to sweat a thin film of lubricant. They both gasped as the tapered head wormed against his rectum, probing. Ashley bit down on his lip and Anya bit down on his shoulder, sharing in the moment. She clenched, and the tip stiffened, and she began to push farther inside the boy. 

She sighed happily; she could feel it. She could feel herself inside him. Feel herself filling him. She smirked at being the cause of his squeals, and bit down harder. His fingers raked at her back, clawing at her muscle as pleasure took him. She winced, knowing they'd both have their fair share of marks in the morning, but redoubled her efforts. A craving blossomed within her. She needed to be in him, to be with him, to lose herself with him. They shared something between them in that moment of animalistic rutting. The pain, anger, and frustration all washed away by pleasure and bliss as they lost themselves in each other's bodies. 

Anya buried her fingers in Ashley's hair and aggressively kissed him. It was as if she were trying to devour some part of him, swallowing his cries of of pleasure. The kiss was difficult to maintain though, as every thrust drove him incrementally across the bed and away from her. She planted first one knee, and then the other, on the bed to give chase. Ashley threw his head back, and his blond hair fanned out around his head on the tousled sheets. 

Their mixed grunts filled the tight compartment of their bedroom, broken only by the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. Anya's aggressive thrusting, working the exocock in and out of his ass, pushed him closer and closer to the edge as much as it pushed him toward the bulkhead. His eyes pinched shut, and his lips drew back over his teeth. 

Just as his head pulled into striking distance of the headboard, Anya growled in frustration, grabbing his legs, and stood. The exocock remained buried deep inside him as she lifted him up until his shoulders and head were the only parts of him still in contact with the bed. He wheezed as she folded his body upon itself. As soon as he was bent into position, her hand returned to milking his cock Again, he found her hovering over him, albeit from slightly farther away this time, and grinning. 

"You not run away now, yes?" she grunted. He squealed as she pounded him down into the bed, and stroked him twice as fast. His feet wobbled in tight circles in the air behind her. 

"Annnnya," he moaned. His body tensed. Anya cooed and arched her back in pleasure as he bore down on her fauxcock. Ashley's wails rose higher and higher, threatening the top of his register, until she felt the his cock begin to spasm and twitch. Thick streams of scalding white seed hit his face and hair, painting him with his own lust. 

The sight of her soiled lover fanned the flame of Anya's passion. She reached down and grabbed the backs of his knees. Tighter and tighter she bent him. Ashley felt something jab him in the face and opened his hazed eyes to find his still-dripping cock looming above him. Her eyes widened, watching the orgasm play across the delicate features of his face. It fed her own building climax, and she redoubled her efforts. "Bozhe Moi," she moaned. "Bozhe Moi!" 

A shudder ran through the bounty hunter as her whole body stiffened as if pulled taught. Her legs had started to quiver uncontrollably and her breathing grew shallow and ragged. Quite suddenly she was overtaken by the force of her orgasm as every muscle in her body convulsed. The room was drowned in the guttural cry of her bliss. She was reduced to a smouldering pile of raw nerve endings by the intensity of the wave that ran through her and swept her away. Robbed of strength, Anya's legs finally gave in taking her with them as she collapsed on top of her lover, panting. Limp and worn out, the exocock slowly slid from the boy's ass with an obscene schluck. 

Ashley's legs flopped down against the bed. He groaned as he stretched back out, but the soft smile on his face said that the pain had been more than bearable. He could feel the sopping mess of her cunt rubbing against his thigh. He looked up at her with a satiated smile, and she grinned back at him. "That was amazing, babe." His tired eyes blinked slowly as she sat up on his leg and disconnected the exocock. 

"It is cute you think you are done," she said, grinning wider and crawling over his body. "You still have mess to clean." She straddled his face before he could get out another word, and smothered him in moist darkness.



The Huntress Ch. 02



Ashley drummed his fingers nervously as he looked out from the cockpit.

"We will make it," Anya said confidently, as she stood behind the pilots chair. His eyes darted down to the blinking triangular hazard light, and he sighed. The reactor had exhausted its' fuel rods an hour ago, and they'd been running on the batteries ever since. He reached over and flicked off the air scrubbers and the air conditioning. She slapped away his hand when he reached for the release for the magcar. "Look, see? Is on horizon now."

Several seconds later, The Artemis began communicating with Airdock control, and the city computer took over completely. The boy puffed out his cheeks and let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. The Blue Ridge Mountains of Georgia were as good a place as any to drop from the sky to their death, but Ashley was just happy it wouldn't be today.

"Buckle up, sweet cheeks! Landing procedures initiated!"

"Why we cannot flip switch to turn her off?"

The shipboard AI giggled saccharinely. "He already pushes aaallll the right buttons."

"It only antagonizes you because it gets a rise out of you," he said, but his attention was fully centered on the mass of domes ahead of them. Hyperia had been ahead of it's time once upon a time, using a lot of experimental technology to get their domes up faster than almost any other city worldwide. Some of that technology hadn't stood the test of time. Four of the six major domes were cloudy on the inside. Around those six, another few dozen smaller domes spread out in every direction. He could see major cracks in no less than five. "She's taking care of the docking and fueling costs, right?"

"Da," she said, exasperatedly. "How many times must you ask?"

"I just... I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to. I can hardly make out the buildings inside."

"Be very glad we only visiting," Anya said, before turning and heading back into the cargo area. Ashley took one last look at the fabled 'City of Tomorrow' and shook his head as he turned and followed her. "Anya can smell you sweating."

"Bullshit."

"A woman knows these things," she said, assuredly.

"Bullshit!"

"Is not too late to put on dress and pretend be girl."

"Can we just get this over with already?" The shipboard AI began counting down, and they took positions on either side of the loading ramp. Ashley grabbed the nylon handhold to brace himself. Anya did not.

The Artemis touched down gently. Ashley sighed and smiled when he heard the SMR access alarm fire off. Ivanka was as good as her word; they were being refueled. He followed Anya down the ramp and around to the treblin side. She flipped open a control panel and punched in a security code. Their magcar soundlessly disengaged from it's magnetic locks, and dropped a few feet to float above the tarmac.

"Once more," he said, as he slid into the passenger seat, "for the record, I hate this plan."

"It really turns me on," she said flatly, "when you complain like little bitch." Ashley opened his mouth to speak, but just sunk down into his seat, sulking.

The Airdock was poorly lit at night, though he suspected it was more from negligence than bad design. It certainly wasn't because of lack of funds; the ships he saw dwarfed The Artemis in size and lavishness. Capitalism at it's finest, he thought. Ashley frowned as they were waved around a long line of magcars waiting to enter the first dome. As much as he wanted this over with, a long line might have been a safe excuse for blissful procrastination. Ivanka, however, had rolled out the red carpet for them.

The autodriver took over as they pulled out of the docks. Anya keyed in their destination, and the magcar began heading for the towering highway system that ran through each of the six major domes like a spine. Their car attached itself to the underside of the second track of the highway as they began travelling north. Ashley watched out the window. At an altitude of only 200 feet the smog was so thick that the ground level was mostly obscured, although trying to spot details at 130 mph was hard enough on a clear day. They flew through the forest of concrete and steel giants, each one passing in a blur of color and light against the night sky. It was pretty in it's own way.

Ashley swallowed hard as they passed out of the fourth, and largest, dome. The autoelevator brought them back down to ground level, and Anya resumed manual control as she started looking for parking. These were some of the oldest parts of Hyperia; the most run down neighborhood of a run down city. The buildings built on top of the buildings built on top of Little Odessa seemed nice enough, what little he could see of them anyway. "Shit rolls downhill," a favored saying of his mother's, had never seemed more prescient, although she had used it in a completely different context. Eventually, Anya pulled into a parking dock at the base of one of the massive support columns for the mag highway. He took a deep breath, if only to cling to what clean air tasted like, and stepped out onto the street.

In just the area he could see, there were at least twice as many trash fires as working street lights. The sidewalks were littered with street vendors, selling everything from fried tofu wraps to sex toys. He saw a store advertising illegal genetic mods right next to a sign that read "We buy children!" He saw actual sex robots. Nothing like Synths, which were so closely modeled after humans. These obviously-artificial creations were so old and beaten up that he couldn't imagine a way in which their profit exceeded their maintenance costs. Of course there was also ample human flesh to be bought as well. Prostitutes of such variety as to sate even the most eccentric perversion. Beggars, criminals, businesswomen, whores; all found a place here provided they knew their place.

It was like an entirely separate ecosystem; providing for, feeding, and consuming itself. Relying upon it's own, and taking care of it's own needs. If Little Odessa was a living organism, Ivanka was it's heart.

As they picked their way through the crowd, the two drew more than a few glances. In a neighborhood this tight knit, they were easily recognized as outsiders. Ashley scowled, trailing behind the giant bounty hunter. He couldn't even bring himself to appreciate the view her ass afforded him.

"I still don't like this," he said. "There has to be a better option."

Anya sighed. "We cannot track bounty without fuel. You know this Myshka. Ivanka has job for us. Is good money."

Ashley's expression darkened at the mention of Ivanka. "You mean the butcher."

She rounded on him, glaring. "You do not call her this thing! You will show respect to her. Ivanka is old friend, older than you." Ashley's mouth hung open for a moment, speechless. After a while she added in a much more measured tone. "Besides, she likes you."

She likes to touch me, he thought, sulking.

Pulse was a strip club occupying the bottom three floors of an entire city block. Posters advertised individual dancers, upcoming musical acts, available drugs, and their clean water filtration system. Unlike most of the buildings in Little Odessa, it was untouched by graffiti and gang tags, mostly because nobody was dumb enough to mess with a business owned by the Russian Mob. Even from outside, Ashley could feel the dull throb of electronic music. Women milled about the entrance, chatting and passing around stimsticks. A couple of them leered at Ashley as Anya and him approached.

"Myshka... stay close, yes?"

Ashley snorted, "I thought Ivanka was a friend."

"Ivanka, yes. The company she keeps however..."

Ashley gave the women a wary look and tucked in close to Anya as they walked through the entrance. Inside, strobes flashed in time to the pounding bass. The club was packed. Women were dancing with scantily dressed men while still more lounged at tables, getting buzzed on alcohol and worse. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, drugs, booze, and sex. Ashley slowly followed in Anya's wake as she made her way toward the VIP section. The crush of bodies around him made him feel smaller and smaller.

He was startled by a hand on his arm. "Hey sweet thing, where are you going?" A stocky girl with a punk haircut and one too many piercings grinned at him with a look that suggested she was more than a little intoxicated. "Want to grind?"

"No, I-" Ashley tried to pull away but she only tightened her grip.

"Don't be like that, cutie."

A synthetic arm snapped out and caught the girl by the wrist. The punkette cried out in pain as Anya crushed her wrist. Anya watched the girl's pain with a bored dispassion "Idi na xuy huesos. Go, now."

"Fuck," she cried, clutching her wrist and backing away. "I didn't know he was special."

Anya stared hard. Once the retreating woman had disappeared into the crowd, she grabbed Ashley's hand and dragged him along to the VIP section. "I said stay close."

An imposingly-large woman stepped in front of Anya as she reached the velvet rope, and Anya drew short to stare at the hand placed upon her. Ashley took a step back as a second woman came up beside Anya and began to pat her down. Anya spun, grabbed the second woman's arm, and twisted it painfully. Her pistol was drawn and shoved into the face of the first guard before Ashley could squeak.

"Ladies, please! Please! The day Anya and I can't trust each other is the day I retire!" Ashley groaned inwardly as the crowd of supplicants in the VIP section parted, and Ivanka stepped forward. Her english was much sharper than Anya's, ostensibly because she gave a damn, but he could still tell it wasn't her native tongue. The first guard raised her hands and backed away, and when Anya let go of the second, she grumbled and returned to her post.

Ivanka was big in every sense of the word. She easily matched Anya in height but, what Anya had in toned muscle, Ivanka made up for in bulk. Still, she wore it well. Her tailored suit fit her impressive curves immaculately. She might even be called beautiful by someone who wasn't scared to death of her.

Anya laughed. "Ivanka Adamovich! You old kozel. Crime must treat you well for you to grow so fat and slow," she said, hugging the other woman.

"And bounty hunting must be treating you very badly for you to be so skinny!" Ivanka slapped Anya on the back of the head, sharing her laugh. "It's a sad thing your looks have abandoned you or I might be able find you a corner to work for food." Ivanka caught sight of Ashley over Anya's shoulder and beamed. "Little mouse! It's been too long! Come and hug your tetushka!" Ashley had no time to voice his protest before Ivanka scooped him into her arms and sat down with him in her lap. "When will you leave this shloocha for a real woman?" She wrapped her arms around the him, nestling him against the expanse of her warm breasts.

"Where are my manners! Nikki!" Ivanka snapped her fingers at a nude boy, not much older than Ashley, lounging on the couch. "Go. Bring us drinks. Two Zhigulevskoye and, for the little mouse, bring a strawberry daiquiri." Ashley frowned but let it go.

Anya reclined in the couch as two boys settled in on either side of her. "So, how is business?"

"Getting harder and harder. Every year, one or two new execs want a cut. Bunch of criminals, the lot of them. They're worse than the actual criminals."

Anya smirked, putting her arms around the two boys. "Ach! Fees! Is horrible! My last bounty was taken from under nose because of... is called red tape?"

Ashley rolled his eyes "If red tape means not paying to renew your license in Russian, then sure, it was red tape."

Anya shot him a warning glare. "See? Is stupid!"

Ivanka chuckled "Da, I wondered why you contacted me looking for work. It's fortuitous because I needed someo- Ah, here he is!"

Nikki returned with their drinks. Anya eagerly took the Russian brew and enjoyed a long swig. Ashley stared at his daiquiri for a moment before reluctantly sipping, and took a moment to eye the boy over the rim of the glass. Nikki's large, dark eyes and small nose gave his face a spritely quality. Despite having a small frame, his body was well toned with muscles from nights of dancing.

Ashley's gaze lingered an extra second before he turned to Ivanka. "The job you were saying?"

Ivanka planted a kiss on his cheek. "Yes, the job. I hope you don't mind if Anya and I talk business. It's an easy job, just a delivery. Not even anything illegal."

Anya smiled, perking an eyebrow. "If is legal, you send by delivery droid. Why you need us?"

Ivanka grinned playfully and plucked a small black square from a plate, holding it to Ashley's lips. "Go on, taste!"

Ashley hesitantly bit into the square, and his eyes widened in recognition as he chewed more enthusiastically. "Chocolate?! Where the frell did you get chocolate?" He let the thick bit mix slowly in his mouth, and savored it's rich flavor. "Oh god, it's the real stuff!"

"Vacuum sealed, as fresh as the day it was made. One hundred and fifty kilos. I send that by drone, and every checkpoint along the way will take a cut. There'd be nothing left by the time it reached my buyer. As I recall, you have a corporate delivery license with Long Corp, yes? So, no customs. No checkpoints. My buyer gets her product, and everyone walks away happy."

Anya nodded, satisfied. "And buyer?"

Ivanka dismissed the question with a wave of her hand. "A bigshot in New Cairo." Both he and Anya had stiffened "Too much money to waste and not enough sense to spend it on something practical. It'll be easy in, easy out." She nuzzled against Ashley's neck.

"We'll take job."

Ashley frowned. "Anya, it's-"

"We'll take job."

"Excellent," Ivanka shouted. "I'll have 40,000 credits wired to your account on delivery."

Ashley stared at his drink for a moment and took a deep breath before saying, "70,000, up front."

Everyone around the table went dead still, first staring at Ashley and then uncomfortably at Ivanka. Ivanka had gone rigid as well, her stare cold. "Say that again."

Ashley met her gaze solidly, unflinching. "I said 70,000, up front."

"Ivanka he's ju-" Ivanka held up a hand, silencing Anya. It was the first time he'd ever seen anyone scare the bounty hunter. Ivanka continued to stare at him, as if she were waiting for him to flinch.

Ivanka abruptly laughed. "I forget little mouse has great big balls!" she said, grabbing Ashley's groin. He winced in pain but let out a sigh he didn't realize he'd been holding. Everyone else around the table began to laugh as well. "45,000, 30 percent now, rest on delivery."

Ashley snorted as if she'd just insulted him "60,000, 70 percent now." Silence again.

Ivanka turned to her retinue, laughing at the absurdity of a male bargaining with her. "55,000, 40 percent now. Final offer and only because I like you little mouse." Ashley nodded, which met with cheers from around the table. Ivanka clinked her beer against his daiquiri in a toast. "We have a deal then. Nikki!" Ivanka slapped the table with the flat of her palm. "Provide our guests with some amusement." Nikki took Ivanka's hand and stepped up onto the table with her help. The young Russian boy took the pole in the center of the table and began to undulate his abs, dancing. Ashley watched in awe and shifted, uncomfortably, in Ivanka's lap.

Ivanka's hand stroked Ashley's thigh as she followed his gaze to Nikki. Her hot breath tickled his ear, sending a shiver up his back. "He is pretty, yes? Maybe you dance for us too?" Her hand slowly crept up his thigh to cup his crotch teasingly. "Or maybe you have other things on mind. Maybe you and Nikki do a more private dance with each other later. I can arrange this... as long as I can watch." Ivanka snickered, giving Ashley another squeeze.

Across the table, Anya had barely moved.

***

Anya and Ashley stood in silence on the loading ramp. Anya was always hard to read, but she was being especially distant with him since they'd left the club. The two had hardly exchanged a word since leaving. They watched Ivanka's women finish strapping down the crates of chocolate, and initiated the preflight checklist. Even the AI seemed to sense the tension, and had refrained from her usual entendre-laden banter.

"Anya," Ashley asked.

"Hmm?" She didn't bother to look up from the console.

"Is... is everything okay? I mean, are you going to be okay going back."

"Is job. Like Ivanka say, easy in, easy out." Below them, the reactor began to whine as it ramped up towards critical mass.

He pursed his lips. "You know what I mean. Are you go-"

 "Enough Ashley!" Anya slammed the button to close the loading ramp, earning her a yelp from the Artemis AI. He took a step back, wide eyed, as she turned and stomped up the stairs.

"What crawled up her cooch and died?"

Ashley frowned at the closed door, and shook his head. "It's complicated. Just leave her alone for a while, ok? No antagonizing."

"Sure thing, sugar."

He let the unnecessary term of endearment slide as he made his way through to the front of the ship. On the first floor, the fore-most section of the ship was home to his personal equipment in addition to the AI core. A bank of computers, various electronic components, technical tools, and equipment lay strewn throughout the room in a chaotic mess.

"Do you want to talk about it, Sweetie?"

"I kind of... just want to work."

"Confession is good for the soul, yanno."

"I drank all the bug juice."

"What?"

"Once, when I was real young, I went to a vacation camp with my mom and I drank all of this red juice. It was just there in the fridge, so I drank it. Then later, the camp counselors rounded everyone up and demanded to know who drank it. I didn't say anything, and another little girl got blamed."

"Do you feel better?"

"...a little."

"And you're not gonna confess what it is that's bothering you both?"

"Nope."

"Well, Anya just got launch clearance and she's refusing to relinquish manual control, so I'd buckle up for a bit."

"Ok. Thanks."

"Sure thing, Bubble butt!"

***

Ashley pinched the bridge of his nose "Okay, compile that version and give it a try."

"Compiling... executing... detected. Sorry, sugar. Standard firewall caught it."

"Frell... What gave it away? Was it querying the servers too frequently?"

"Core usage over the 0.04% threshhold." The Artemis paused for a second, "She's still there."

Ashley poured deeper into his code. "Hmm?"

"She's still flying the ship manually. She's been at it for the last 4 hours, 29 minutes, and 36 seconds."

He sighed, pushing the chair away from the bank of monitors. "You think I should check on her."

"Yeah, go give her a good poke. I'm sure that'll help."

"Shut it you. Okay, lets see... not what's eating her..." He leaned back in his chair, staring absently. "...how she's doing? If she's doing any better?" He nodded and got up, walking over to the stairs leading into the cabin. He winced as it opened, blinking against the morning light that glared through the window. "You've been at it a while, hun. You ready to take a break? Maybe catch a few Z's?"

"Can't. Flying."

Ashley leaned in, nuzzling against the Russian. "You know she can do that herself right? She is equipped with this marvelous new technology called an autopilot. Maybe you've heard of it?"




The Huntress Ch. 02



"Is your English suddenly not so good? I. Am. Busy."

"Artemis, engage autopilot please."

"Sure thing! Good luck."

Anya angrily spun her chair around and stared. "...I... need to do something, Myshka."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

She threw up her hands and yelled at the roof of the cockpit. "I do not know! Just... cannot be idle now."

He pushed her back in her chair, straddled her legs, and sat down on her lap. "If you figure it out, let me know." He cupped her cheek and leaned in, lightly kissing her forehead. "You have me worried, krasavitsa." His kissed slowly trailed down her face, hovering at her lips. Anya stared back at him, searching his eyes for something but making no move to return his affection. He could see it lurking in the depths. All her pain and anger; he wanted to wash it away. He worked his way down the nape of her neck, licking the soft crevice between her sculpted breasts. He was rewarded with a fluttering breath, the softest of sighs.

Ashley slithered from her lap and lifted her shirt, revealing hard, sculpted abs and the tight globe of her left breast. He inhaled at the sight, pausing to admire. Even after all the time they'd spent together, she still made him weak in the knees. She was his religion, and her body was his altar and holy text. He dragged his tongue across the canvas of flesh and muscle, feeling them ripple underneath. Her midriff tightened and flexed as he bathed it, circling the belly button before continuing down.

Ashley whimpered needily as he finally reached her pants and hurriedly undid the button. She arched slightly, and allowed him to shimmy them down her legs. As soon as her legs were free enough to spread again, he threw himself at her. His tongue darted along the edges of her outer lips while his arms looped under her powerful thighs. He closed his eyes as the taste of her overpowered his senses, and he shivered as he felt her fingertips graze his scalp. All the while, she stared on impassively.

His fingers gripped tighter, and he pulled himself in. His lips formed a tight seal over her, drawing out her inner lips. She moaned softly, and he thrilled to hear it. He worked the back of his throat to keep the suction pulsing while his tongue dove between the folds to seek out her pearl. He prodded it gently, stroking the tip of his tongue against the underside of her nub, before drawing back. More suction, pulling her lips between his teeth. Anya bit her lip and rolled her head back as he nibbled at her, squeezing her for nectar.

Her hand slid around to the back of his head, holding him tightly against her. At her direction, he abandoned all pretense and returned to her clit. Strong suction, drawing the bud between his teeth and teasing the overextended and overstimulated tip with his tongue. With sharp, fast flicks. "Sosi ebanataya suka! Suck it!," she whispered, through gritted teeth. Her legs wrapped around his head, locking her ankles together just below his shoulder blades, and squeezed; the intense contraction and release of her muscles in harmony with the attention of his tongue.

Her other hand slid down against the back of Ashley's head. Her heel dug into his back as she began to lift herself out of the chair, arching herself upwards. His hand began to tap lightly against her thigh, but she continued to strain and writhe; grinding herself against his face. Smothering him. Even as the visible part of his forehead darkened from pink to a deep red, his tongue never stopped moving. Never stopped touching. Never stopped working.

Anya groaned, releasing her grip, and allowing Ashley to jerk back, sucking sweet mouthfuls of air. She fell back in the chair hard, panting, while he clutched his chest. She stared down at the gasping boy with a look he couldn't decipher.

Ashley struggled to speak through the burning ache in his ribs. "Wha-" Anya's foot connected with his chest, sending him sprawling to the deck and knocking the air out of him again. She stood over the dazed boy and stared down at him unfeelingly. He reached up to her but she kicked his hand away and squatted over him. He felt strong hands grab the waist of his pants and yank, popping the button and tearing the zipper. She pawed at him mercilessly, rending Of course his shirt from him in a tear of fabric.

"You wanted this? Fine." Her voice was harsh and cold.

Anya pinned him to the ground and mounted him with a hard thrust of her hips. The sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh filled the air as she rode him hard, grinding him into the floor. Her hands pinned his shoulders to the diamond grating, and she sneered angrily as she drove herself up and down.

"Ah, An-mmmm!!-"

"No," she barked, as she slapped her hand over his mouth. "No talking." She plowed her hips down into his over and over, using his body for her own savage needs. His muffled grunts, as she beat the air out of him one thrust at a time, became weaker and weaker. She just watched as the boy shuddered, cumming within her.

If anything, Anya's pace quickened. Became even more forceful. Sweat ran down her brow and dripped from the tip of her nose as she plowed into him. Her dirty blond hair, matted and darkened as it clung to her scalp. His cries, loud against her palm as she impaled herself on the overstimulated head repeatedly. His hands, flailing about the deck for anything to hold on to. After another full minute, Anya's deep grunting began to rise up in pitch. She roared as she released, a primal emptying of her lungs that echoed throughout the ship. Ashley was left sweaty, sore, and breathless as she rolled off of him and headed for the shower.

***

Anya dove behind the fragmented remains of the stone wall and bit off a curse as the pleading cries fell silent. She frantically tried to remember the layout of the streets in this district and where the fallback point would be, but couldn't pull her attention away from the bullets slamming into the concrete only feet away. With a grunt, she lobbed a grenade over her head before breaking out of her dead-end cover in a sprint. Gunfire chased her as she raced down the buckled remains of the sidewalk. Most of it stopped when the grenade went off.

She looked over her shoulder at the remains of the troop transport she'd been escorting. Two of the women inside had been friends. The twisted frame belched flames and smoke into the sky, and the air reeked of charred flesh. Ahead of her, two Russian Marines returned fire from behind the remains of a magcar. Anya caught the briefest flicker of a shadow, shoulders and a head, peeking out over the edge of a roof. A second later there was a glint of steel, and Anya screamed.

The rocket propelled grenade was a blur as it screamed toward them. The car frame flew into the air in a roar of flame and dirt. The shadow on the roof disappeared and reappeared, and Anya ducked through a jagged doorway. Two little girls huddled behind the charred remains of a couch. She wanted to yell at them, to tell them to run and find safety. She wanted them to be clear of all this, but as another grenade ripped apart the door she'd just run through, all she could do was scream.

The explosion knocked her through a closed door and slammed her into a wall on the other side of it. Debris pelted her as she covered her face and throat. Her head pounded with the dull thrum of pain, but it was a good pain; the kind that told her she hadn't died yet. She clung to pain as she clung to her life. Thick black smoke billowed out of the room she'd been blown through.

One of the girls lay amid the rubble behind her. She stared vacantly, unblinkingly, at Anya; her eyes dull with dust and grime. She looked, for all the world, like a doll discarded by the side of the road. It took a moment for her brain to process that, from the pelvis down, the girl's body was a red ruin. Meat for the insects. Anya shuddered.

Anya caught motion in the corner of her eye. Too close, too soon. No time for her gun as a small figure charged at her through the cloud of dust. She reached for her belt knife and struck out with a wide slash. The shadow staggered and she lunged, burying the blade to the hilt in its chest. Her feet caught up in rubble, and as they tumbled, a sick wave of horror and recognition rolled through Anya. Ashley stared up at her, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Blood blossomed through his shirt, seeping between his fingers. He stared at her accusingly, betrayed.

Anya woke with a guttural scream.

Ashley stared wide eyed as she cradled her head, rocking. The bedsheets tangled around her were drenched in her cold sweat. Ashley sat, hanging just out of hand's reach. He knew better than to touch her. "Anya, it's okay hun. It's not real."

She stared at her trembling hands in horror. "The blood... the blood..."

He winced; it hurt to see her like that. "No hun, it's not real. None of it."

She furiously kicked at the sheets, trying to detangle herself in a panic. "Got to get blood off!" She scrabbled at the door, tumbling through it and into the bathroom. He could hear her retching and sighed. When he walked in, he found Anya kneeling before the toilet, wiping her chin. Cautiously, he walked up to her and put a hand to her shoulder as she retched again. "won't wash off." She was pallid, shaking.

Ashley kissed the back of her neck, holding her hair. "I know, krasavitsa. I thought the nightmares were over. It's been weeks."

"Will never be over," she said weakly.

Ashley sat next to her, hugging her. "Is... is this the first time you've been back to Africa?" Anya nodded, wiping the back of her hand across her lips as she stood. "It's... kind of amazing that you're going at all."

"Have you looked at dossier Ivanka left?"

"No, not yet."

She flipped open the mirror and pulled out a finger-thick cartridge with a yellow stripe around the end. "Delivery to be made to M. Bokasso, client." She sighed as she slumped down onto the toilet and flipped the cap off of the cartridge with her thumb.

"Yeah, she's the... what... Warlord of the Holy Fire or something? Some big shot in New Cairo"

Anya nodded. "During campaign, she was rebel commander. Crafty." She twisted her synthetic arm so that the outside of the bicep was facing her, and ejected a spent finger-thick cartridge with a yellow stripe around the end. "Outnumbered and outgunned, but very resourceful. Used children. Always children. Perhot' podzalupnaya!" Her face twisted as she inserted the new cartridge. "And now, we deliver chocolate to her."

Ashley frowned. "I wish you would stop using that stuff..."

"Also wish to be pregnant with Anya's baby, da?" Ashley blushed furiously, looking away. "Both impossible," she said, smirking mirthlessly. "You would not like Anya sober. Sober Anya very violent, not think clearly. Sober Anya cannot hunt bounty." She suddenly hissed through her teeth and sat back, rotating the synthetic arm at the socket. "Trust, Myshka. Is better this way."

***

"Anya, I'm seeing a lot of comm traffic calling for reinforcements east of New Cairo. That whole area is hot." The cockpit speaker crackled.

"Not as hot as your ass, sweetcheeks." The Artemis chirped.

"We set down on west side then," Anya said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "While I am gone, maybe you look for computer again?"

"Yeah, about that..."

"Uh oh! Daddy's going to get the belt!"

"Ashley already wearing belt. Why he need two?"

"She was being facetious," Ashley said, as he walked out into the cargo area. "I'm coming with you this time."

Anya tapped in some coordinates. "Is cute you think so."

"I'm serious Anya, you aren't in the right mind for this job." He came up next to her, arms folded across his chest.

"No such thing as right mind to give candy to that ubiytsa."

"Anya, I will shoot you in the leg right now. I swear it. I'll shoot you and you'll have to stay here while I do the delivery by myself. I-" He was cut short as Anya drew her pistol and levied it between his eyes. A moment later, she turned and narrowed her eyes. "...am going with you."

"Does not create easement," she said, holstering her gun.

"Easement? Have you been taking English lessons from the Artemis again?"

"No," she said curtly, turning back to the console.

"Captain Bubble Butt, my sensors are showing a small fire located entirely on Ms. Liar Liar's pants."

"When we get back and fix computer, fix sensors too. Pants are fine," Anya said, shrugging.

Ashley rolled his eyes. "So... I'm coming?"

Anya looked up from the console and stared at him for a long moment. "Grab gun and body armor. Will not have you full of holes." He let out a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around her. Anya frowned. "Yes, very good." He squeezed her tighter. "Is okay myshka... stop, is too much..." Ashley kissed her cheek and Anya frowned. "I will break you."

"Touchdown in 10 seconds, ya'll. Grab hold of something!"

The Artemis swooped in low over the abandoned outskirts of the city, skimming the rooftops and staying well below radar altitude. The ship banked as it pulled over an empty parking lot and the turbines swept down, bringing the ship to a hover. The downblast of the engines kicked up a blinding cloud of sand and debris, obscuring the ship and a full city block in every direction. When the dust settled, the Artemis had landed on the cracked pavement of the old lot.

Anya strode into the loading dock, carrying an assault rifle slung over her shoulder. "Myshka, make sure to..." Ashley was standing by the ATV, decked out in a nano-mylar vest and an ill-fitting helmet that looked like it had been made for someone twice his size.

"I look silly, don't I?" he muttered flatly, and as he frowned, the helmet fell over his eyes.

"Is like bucket on head." Anya gave it a flick, sending it bobbing precariously.

Ashley scowled, tossing the helm back into the equipment locker. Anya grimaced, watching it bounce. "I'll be fine," he said. "She said it was going to be easy, right?."

"Da." Even for her, it was terse.

He watched as Anya loaded cases onto the ATV's trailer. "Anya? Those are all empty..."

She grunted, pulling a strap tight across the empty cargo boxes. "Da."

"And we're taking a bunch of empty cargo boxes to the drop point and leaving the boxes full of precious chocolate here because..." Anya rummaged through the equipment locker, ignoring him. Ashley frowned. "...because you think this is all going to go to hell..."

Anya smiled grimly as she grabbed two extra clips and checked the sight on her gun. "Remind Anya to buy smaller helmet."

Ashley mounted the ATV behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'll be okay. I promise." He clung to her tighter than he needed, hugging her.

"Just keep pretty head on shoulders," she said, as the ATV roared down the loading ramp.

The outskirts of New Cairo were little more than rubble and the burnt-out shells of buildings. Decades of conflict and occupation had reduced half the city to charred husks. For the first five minutes, they saw no one. For another five minutes after that, they saw only the frightened eyes of children too curious to stay where they were told, peeking out of empty windows.

Ashley clung to Anya's waist as they drove through the cracked roads and into the inner city. As they drove past homes and businesses, windows were shuttered and people slammed doors closed as they passed. A small girl stood in a doorway watching as they drove by. Ashley flashed her a smile when she gave him a furtive wave but she was quickly hauled into the house by an older woman who scolded her furiously in Arabic.

Ashley tapped Anya's shoulder. "This feels bad," he shouted.

Anya watched the buildings warily "Da."

"Think we should call this off?"

She shrugged. "We were paid. Also, do not shout into headset. Very amateur."

He rested his hand on the gun and continued to watch the empty windows. "Why are there no people?"

"Hiding," she snarled. "Did same last time. Cowards."

They pulled around the corner and into an old manufacturing district. Much of the industrial complex of New Cairo had long since fallen into disrepair but, at one time, had served as an economic hub for the city, processing and storing much of the valuable resources mined from across Africa. Ashley pointed over her shoulder, and Anya sped through the abandoned warehouses.

"Never good cover," she said, dismounting. The meeting point was as devoid as it looked from the outside. "Fuck Africa."

***

Ashley looked down at his wrist and sighed. Anya continued to stare at the entrance as she had for the last hour, unphased. "Moe is tracking movement."

"Warlords not known for being on time," she said flatly.

"Two vehicles."

"Yob... Moe is... north?"

"Yeah."

"Keep head down."

It was several more minutes before two aging, repurposed Russian trucks pulled through the vast open door of the warehouse. Anya ground her teeth together as six dark-skinned women in dusky camo debarked and approached, their assault rifles slung tight over their shoulders. Both drivers remained in their vehicles, engines idling loudly.

"As-salamu alaykum," Anya said. Ashley couldn't help but stare at her. None of the other four women responded.

"You are... An-yaa?" The tall one in front, in a black beret, sneered as she spoke. The barest traces of a French accent tinged her speech. "You have... something... of ours."

"Delivery is for M. Bokasso."

"Yeeees," the tall woman slurred. "Chocolate."

Anya shook her head. "This woman is known to me. You are not M. Bokasso."

"The Eternal Warlord of the Holy Fire is not here." The three women in back chuckled, and one began to circle around beside Ashley.

"Ashley, before Anya forgets, make note to have pancakes later."

The tall woman stepped past Anya and moved to put her hand on the crate strapped to the ATV, but Anya grabbed her wrist. Instantly, the two women in the back had their rifles drawn and aimed, but Anya was cool. "Delivery for M. Bokasso. We will wait for M. Bokasso."

"She has been permanently detained," the tall one said. "You will be leaving your cargo with us."

"Leave boy too," the fourth woman said haltingly. She smiled appreciatively at Ashley, who recoiled slightly.

"Speaking of boy," Anya said, not breaking her stare with the tall woman, "did you make note for pancakes?"

"Wh-uh.... what?"

"Pancakes, Ashley."

"No, I... forgot?"

The fourth woman traced a finger along his jawline. "You pretty. Maybe I make real man out of you tonight," she said, and he whimpered involuntarily.

"Ashley. Pancakes."

"What are you-" As he turned to look at her, Anya became a blur of motion. In the blink of an eye, she lashed out and buried her knife in the taller woman's throat. Before the woman at Ashley's side could react, Anya raised her pistol just past his face. The crack of the gun was deafening, and he instantly fell to his knees. He stared at the ground, unaware, as Anya used the tall woman as a shield while returning fire at the four remaining women. She dropped the body as one of them fell, and dragged him behind the ATV by the collar of his oversized body armor. She was screaming at him, but all he could hear was the ringing.

She reached across his lap, withdrew his pistol, and forced it into his hands. Dumbly, he poked his head around the rear tire. The three remaining women had taken up positions in the backs of their trucks. The concrete floor popped and puffed around him, and it wasn't until a bullet sparked off the frame of the ATV that he realized they were shooting at him.




The Huntress Ch. 02



Anya grabbed him and yanked him back behind cover. "PANCAKE! IS CODE WORD! YOU CALL HELP ON PANCAKE!" Ashley winced, vaguely recalling a conversation they'd had once while drunk. She groped along the top of the ATV until she retrieved her rifle. "VERY VERY AMATEUR!" He frantically tapped at his wrist, and then blindly returned fire with his pistol. "Ee-dee nah hooy, Africa!"

He poked his head around the rear of the ATV again, just in time to see a woman in the bed of the truck suddenly stand up with a rocket launcher on her shoulder. "Down!" Anya screamed, throwing herself over Ashley. His world erupted in a roar of sound. Ashley covered his face, expecting flames to engulf him, but the heat never came. The silence that followed was deafening.

A thick, choking cloud of dust engulfed the room, obscuring everything. Warily, Anya got to her feet and offered Ashley a hand. All around them, beams of light shone through the dust. Ashley shielded his eyes, tracking the beams back up to the ceiling. The corrugated metal was riddled with holes. He idly wondered how it managed to keep from collapsing down on them.

As the dust began to settle he could see the once smooth floor of the warehouse was deeply pocked and pitted, covered in chips of concrete. Ashley stared numbly at a piece of rubble. It took him a while to realise he was looking at the shredded remnant of an arm. He shuddered.

Wind buffeted the building and Ashley could vaguely make out Flight of the Valkyries blasting from somewhere outside.

Anya gave his hand a tug. "Come on." She winced, hobbling for the entrance. Ashley realized the leg of her pants was matted in blood. "Is not bad," she said over her shoulder. "Shrapnel." The way she gritted in pain told him she was lying.

Their comms chirped. "Did you see that?! They were all blamblamblam but then I flew in and my chaingun was all BRATATATATAT! I totally blasted them. Did you see it guys? It was awesome!"

"Am thankful, but how you know to come saving us?"

"Oh, I was listening the whole time. I hacked Ashley's comm unit months ago."

Ashley's stupor was too dense for him to do more than stare blankly at Anya. "You hack his comm?"

"How else am I going to spy on you two when yer away?"

Anya shook her head tiredly. "In future, do as told."

"But sitting around in an empty lot is boring! I wanted to shooooot stuuuuuuuff!"

Together, they shuffled out of the groaning structure, leaving the twisted remains of their ATV to rot alongside everything else.

***

"Are you sure?" Ivanka's incredulous image flickered on the vidscreen. "Dead?"

"As sure as we can be," Ashley said sharply.

The large Russian frowned and poked her tongue into her cheek. "But you still have my merchandise?"

"Safe and sound."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you need me to drag Anya up here to repeat it?"

"No, I trust you, Mouse. Let her rest."

He sighed and dug his pinky into his right ear. "What do you want us to do now?"

"Just bring it back for now."

"Ok. See you in two days." He shook his head as he killed the line and walked out the back of the cockpit. Anya was stretched out on the foldable table while the Autodoc tended to her leg. Ashley grabbed a beer from the fridge and slumped in a chair. "Easy in easy out she said... frell." Anya snorted.

They both sat in silence for a while. Anya puffed her e-cigar while the Artemis tended to her bullet wound.

"Don't think Anya did not notice boner earlier," she said eventually.

Ashley blinked. "W-what?"

"On ATV. Why is constant with you? Always boner."

Ashley flushed a deep red. "I have to cling to you and... that thing vibrates! It's not my fault!"

Anya blew a smoke ring. "Is very amateur."

"Verrrry amateur," The Artemis agreed. He sighed and shook his head as they flew out over the Mediterranean. 



The Huntress Hunted



I stand at end of pier 48, a gentle breeze fluttering my earring against my neck. The water looks black at this late hour, and is kissing the piles like one would kiss the cheek of baby. I breathe in the salt in the air; I let it fill my lungs and cleanse my conscious. I stand here still, my eyes closed, just relishing the feeling of cum finding its way to my thigh from my velvet hole. Its sweet smelling, that deliciously sweet aroma that comes only from the hot juice of a woman and the anxiously spilled seed of a man being blended together. It's like adding honey to tea.

I am a hunter of men.

Some would label me a slut, a whore, a cock hound; use any colloquialism that comforts you. They are all correct. I love getting fucked, and by men that know how.

I get off from allowing the object of my desire to think he's stalking ME. Let him feel victorious, I don't care. When he's fucking the shit out of me doggie, grabbing my hips and spanking my ass, it is I that am the victor. I have dictated the behavior to be just as I desired. However tonight, as I admire the moon sprinkling the bay with her beams, I wonder. I wonder if the man who filled my tight holes this night had bested me. And I didn't even know it!

I was walking through the Barnes and Noble this evening; around 7pm. Appearing nonchalant I quickly took in the lay of the land. Not one man of any interest. I walked into the café to order myself a Chai latte, and leaned backwards somewhat to catch a view of a man tapping away on his laptop. I was semi-obvious; I wanted him to look up. I am sure my pupils grew instantly large when he glanced my way. What an amazing face I saw looking up at me! This was not a face all women would find sexy, but it was sexy to me. And of course, that is what counts, is it not? 

We made eye contact. He smiled and went back to his computer screen. Honestly I was a bit put off by this. I was dressed in a black skirt and ivory colored halter top that showed off my large tits and curvy hips. His gaze didn't linger, or show interest. I'm not a skinny thing, but my proportions have generally been most pleasing to my conquests. I froze the image of his face in my minds eye.

He had casually cut brown hair and a neatly trimmed goatee, a look I favor tremendously. He was wearing great specs, lenses cut in a sort of rectangle shape, very chic. His eyes were brown, I wasn't close enough to gage the exact color; I hoped they were closer to hazel. I put him in his early 40's, and I saw no ring. Not that marital status has any bearing on whom I hunt. I don't care one way or the other. His indifference to me was bothersome, and of course a challenge. I now had a conquest targeted.

I took my latte and had a seat 2 tables away from him. I sat facing him, hoping to catch his attention in some way. How to be coy? I focused in on his belongings to see if there was conversation hiding there. He was wearing a classy Movado watch and had a copy of Stephen King's The Eye of the Dragon. There was my opening.

"You know," I said wistfully and gesturing to the book, "that is my favorite King story. I've never seen anyone reading it." 

He looked up and smiled again. He had slightly imperfect teeth but a wide grin and so very sexy lips. Kissable lips. I awaited his reply. Would I like his voice? Was he witty and smart? So many hurdles to clear before I would really start thinking about his cock and what he might be able to do with it. Of course looking back now, the King book on the table so visibly placed was HIS bait. I took it like a largemouth bass molests a nightcrawler. He had only to set the hook.

"It's the best he's done I think" he said, "I've read it many times. A classic tale of good and evil told with such simple elegance. The man's a rare talent."

Ok I thought, that was an intelligent response. We bantered for some time about books and moved on to music. He asked me to join him so we didn't have to talk across tables. I did so most greedily. He was definitely showing interest; perhaps he was just the shy type that doesn't get into the prolonged eye contact to convey attraction. I was hoping he was decadent in bed. I was sure I would find out, and in the very near future. I looked at my watch, it was 8:30.

"Gosh I'm hungry" I said casually. "Haven't eaten since lunch. Would you like to grab a bite with me?"

He sighed. "I would, but I have a presentation in the morning. My chat with you has put me a bit behind on my PowerPoint slides." I was about to apologize for being a distraction when he added, "Though I'm happy you took me away for a bit, I've enjoyed talking with you." 

I couldn't believe this is how it was going to end. There had been a fair amount of flirting; we were checking each other out subtly the entire time we had been chatting. 

"How bout this" he asked. "Give me your cell number; I should be done in an hour or so. Maybe we could meet for a cup of coffee and dessert somewhere. I'll call when I'm done if that interests you."

Me waiting?? I think not. The huntress doesn't sit and wait for her prey to decide it will cross the street. She goes boldly into the woods with crossbow in hand. In a surreal turn of events I found myself saying that sounded great, and I looked forward to seeing him again. I think at that point I really still thought I was in control. That he was my conquest because he was "finding" a way to meet up at a later time. However, he was really leaving the loose end. Maybe he would call; maybe he would be done with his work, maybe, maybe, maybe. So off to dinner I went, waiting for my prey to call.

I went to my favorite sushi bar and ordered up some sashimi and Sake. The minutes ticked by as I wondered about him. I stayed until 10, milking my meal and drinks till the place was closing down. Fuck him, I figured. I stumbled a little on my way out; the Sake was doing its work on my equilibrium. I was pulling the car keys from my purse when my phone rang. The huntress would have just let it ring. It was too late. But I answered. He knew I would.

"Hi there you", I said casually. "All ready for your presentation?"

"I am" he said cheerfully, "Sorry it took so long, I understand if it's too late." 

I assured him it wasn't, now focused in on the memory of his savory lips, dying to know what they tasted like. I got desperate, a little reckless. Though he certainly seemed no axe murderer, I found myself telling him that it was such a lovely night, would he like to come to my place and share some wine on my veranda? I lived about 10 minutes from the bookstore; it wouldn't be out of his way. He agreed and met me in front of my building. 

I parked on the street and saw him waiting in his car. He drove a newer model BMW, so I assumed he was making ends meet as far as his career went. Question was, could he make me cum by tonguing my clit?

He saw me and exited his car. We greeted each other with smiles and hellos; I hooked my arm in his and led him up the walk to my place. I dropped my key on purpose, and slowly bent over to pick it up. My curvaceous ass "accidentally" brushed his zipper as I grabbed the key. I thought I heard him giggle, but when I stood up and looked at him he was wearing a look of indifference, as if he hadn't noticed. What a snake!

Once inside he kicked off his shoes. Was he respectful or making himself too comfortable? I still found myself on the offensive, feeling as though he was, as the famous book says, "just not that into me". My mind was racing for ways to seduce him. I kicked off my shoes as well, and asked him if he preferred red or white wine.

"I'd love a cabernet if you have it" he said.

"I do" I replied. He wandered around my living room looking at pictures and trophies and other personal items on display as I opened the bottle and poured. I walked to him and handed him a glass.

"To new friends" I toasted. I made sure I looked at him longer than I needed to. 

His eyes were indeed Hazel. Little flecks of green were embedded in the chocolate brown, and I found myself mesmerized. He didn't look away when he raised his glass and repeated my toast. He didn't look away when he took his first sip. Was I finally breaking through? 

I was hoping he would bend to kiss me after that first taste of wine, but he simply smiled and walked to the fireplace where I had several golf trophies displayed. He was tall; I'd say at least 6'4". I'm 5'7" so it was a nice difference. I like to tilt my head upwards to kiss my men.

"You're an accomplished player" he said casually, looking at the crystal trophies on my mantel.

"One of the few things I'm pretty good at" I bragged, and giggled girlishly. "Do you play?"

"Yes" he said smiling. "I don't have any trophies though. I'm guessing you'd be giving me strokes if we played against one another".

Oh, I thought, if ever there was an opening this was it. I walked over to him and took a lingering drink from my glass. "I'd be happy to give you strokes even when were not playing golf."

It was a corny and predictable golf joke, but it would give me an indication of his playfulness. He still seemed coy to me, and I just couldn't tell if it was an act. He was driving me nuts. I was most definitely in hot pursuit, and in new territory. It was kind of annoying. Usually by the time a man was in my home, he was hot to trot and all over me.

He took the glass of wine from my hand and placed it on the mantel. "If that's the case" he answered, "then I'll take the strokes right now." 

He set his glass down next to mine, and much to my amazement he planted the most sumptuous kiss on my wine tinted lips. He did it skillfully and softly, playfully moving his tongue in and out of my mouth. He quit the kiss first, and slid his hand around the back of my neck. He slowly grabbed a handful of hair and tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at him.

"On your knees" he said. 

I smiled, mostly out of surprise. He did not smile back. He was quite serious.

He began to pull my hair, and it hurt. He put a hand to my shoulder and pushed me to the floor. My mind was in turmoil. This man was now pursuing me, which is what I wanted, but on his terms. This was not my style, though I found myself enjoying it. A lot. At least after all he was attracted to me. I hadn't been wrong about that.

I got to my knees and came face to face with his zipper. There was no belt and so I just began unbuttoning his button flys ... another huge turn on. I love the way a bulge looks in button fly jeans. He never let go of my hair. Even as he was stepping out of his jeans and I was taking him from his grey boxer briefs, he held my hair tight.

His cock was no disappointment. Normally I am the one pushing a head into my crotch, telling my conquest to lick my pussy. But here I was, being commanded to suck cock. It was as if I was his puppet. I had no will of my own. I looked up into those Hazel eyes of his and saw a wicked smile emerge. I looked back down and studied his member. He was not yet fully erect, but I could tell he would be long, and quite thick.

"Suck me" he said, "I want to get hard in your mouth".

I did as told and slid my rosy lips over his cock. I went to work and it wasn't long before my mouth was uncomfortably full. He began to thrust his hips slowly, gently fucking my mouth. I could tell he was skilled as he let the tip of his cock just touch the back of my throat. He never pushed further in an effort to gag me.

As I gave him my best blow job he removed his shirt and stepped away from his crumpled jeans. I slid his boxers down and he stepped out of those as well. Again I glanced up. Attached to that fabulous face was a nice body. Hard, but not ripped. He had large biceps and a nice chest with dark curly hair covering most of it. I loved the sexy trail of hair that led right to where my face was. His pubic hair smelled like fresh laundry. I was in heaven.

With a jerk of my hair upwards he told me he'd had enough cocksucking. I got to my feet and was met by a tumultuous kiss, deep and hard and full of tongue. He untied my halter top and reached behind to unzip my skirt. I moved to speak, but he covered my lips with his index finger to indicate silence. I obliged.

He tugged my skirt down and it fell in a wrinkled heap at my feet. He pulled my halter over my head which left my hair mussed. I had on no bra; my top had one built in. I stood there in front of him, bare breasted with only my thong undies to cover my totally shaven pussy. For the first time I could remember I felt vulnerable and out of control. I wanted to run like a frightened animal, but instead stood there like a deer in headlights.

He stepped back and stared at me. His eyes settled on my tits, looking back and forth from tit to tit, and I could feel my nipples getting hard from his gaze.

"Take off your panties" he said, in a tone no higher than a whisper. I never took off my lingerie, that was for my men to do. I loved the feeling of a man sliding my panties off with his teeth. He sensed my hesitation and he spoke again.

"Don't make me tell you twice."

His face never changed expression and I wasn't sure how to take him. Was he trying to be menacing? I decided not to test him, and besides, I was secretly enjoying being told what to do for once.

I slipped my thumbs in the strings of my thong and slid the garment down to floor. He continued to stare. It was the oddest thing. We just stood there, three feet from each other. We didn't speak; we just looked each other over, like one would look over a steak at the meat counter in the grocery store. At least that's how he had me feeling. Like a piece of meat. He finally broke the silence.

"Turn around and bend over for me" he said.

I did as he asked, putting my hands to the floor so he could get a look at my ass and pussy. I was fully waxed and smooth as a baby's bottom. I felt the touch of his hand on my ass cheek. He caressed my right cheek, then came a resounding SMACK. I screeched and stood up. He had hit me hard. With deftness I had not anticipated he threw his left hand around my waist and his right hand grabbed my shoulder. Once again I was bent over and I felt another stinging blow to my ass.

I felt him lean over and lay his chest on my back. Pulling my hair to the side, he blew in my ear and said "You're in unfamiliar territory, no? It is I who will use you tonight my dear."

With that said, he slid a finger into my surprisingly wet pussy. Once his finger was wet with my juice he slid it into my ass. I moaned with pleasure. He kept a hand on my back to keep me bent over, and then slid his large cock into my fuck hole. He stroked slowly and deeply, and never let that finger leave my asshole. He was breathing deeply, and making a sexy grunting sound that drove me wild. I loved getting fucked like this. It was all for him. At that point I felt that if I never came it would be ok. I could live happily being this mans fuck whore forever.

I had been bent over for at least 15 minutes when he suddenly pulled out, pulled me up by my hair and spun me around. He held on to me tight as I began to lose my balance from the light headedness that ensued after having my head down for so long. With one motion he picked me up and carried me towards the stairs.

"Which way to your bed?" he asked.

"Right at the top of the stairs" I answered. I moved to kiss him but he pulled back. Apparently he was calling all the shots.

With the bed in sight he bent down and kissed me. His lips never left mine, not even while he laid me down gently on the bedspread. He simply straddled me while we kissed, and I felt his knees pushing at my inner thighs. I was all too happy to spread my legs for him.

He found my wet entrance with the head of his rod and pushed his way in. Still kissing, he groaned and took in a deep breath. I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him into me. He fucked me well with those long, smooth strokes he had shown me in the living room. 

Next he grabbed my wrists, one in each hand, and moved my arms so they were over my head. He held me there while he slowly increased his fuck pace. He bent his head to my nipples, his tongue flicking and sucking each rosy bud. I arched my back and moved my hips just so, and his cock began to hit my G-spot. I was in for an amazing orgasm.

I'm sure he could tell I was close. I was breathing fast, and my hips were moving into him now at a fever pitch. "You may come now" he said. 

Well did I ever. The wave hit hard and fast, and I actually cried out. He never stopped fucking me, just rode me hard as I basked in the surge of my huge cum. His cock head just kept pounding my inner flesh as he skillfully got every bit of mileage out of my orgasm he could. I could feel sweat running down my neck, and I could feel it dripping from his face on to mine. It was salty sweet and so very male. I loved it.

Again he kissed me deeply, and then pulled out. He was rock hard, so I knew he had not yet been satisfied. He flipped me over.

"Get on all fours, I want to cum in your ass" he said, slightly out of breath.

Now I'm no stranger to ass fucking, but he was big. I was a bit worried about the stretch factor.

I did as he requested, and once again felt a finger filling my tight, tiny hole. He played for a short while, and then added a 2nd finger. I was feeling so full, I was sure I couldn't take a 3rd, but he managed it. After only a minute of 3 fingers filling my asshole, he pulled them out and let the head of his sweet cock rest against the stretched opening. I felt a hand move in and over my pussy, then felt him spreading the sex juice over my anus. He began to push into me.

He slid slowly, groaning all the way in. He placed his hands on my hips and held me steady, never stopping his forward motion. Once he had made it as far as he could go, he quickened his strokes. He fucked my ass hard and fast, and I loved the feeling of his balls slapping up against my pussy. Every so often they would touch my clit and I started to think that maybe I would cum again while he fucked me this way.

Indeed his balls kept attacking my wet, swollen clit, and I was on the verge of orgasm once again. I turned to look at him, and told him his hot fucking balls were going to make me gush again. He must have liked that idea as he began to pound my ass like he had pounded my pussy. He didn't care how deep he went. 

His balls hit my clit one last time in the most perfect way, and I began to cum hard. I told him I was cuming, and I guess that was all he needed to hear. He gave one last amazing thrust and groaned. I could actually feel his cock pulsing in my ass, and knew when he pulled out I would feel the warm flow of his cock candy drip down onto my ass crack and pussy.

He pulled out when he was ready and laid next to me on my bed. I had enjoyed this fuck thoroughly. 

He sat up and leaned over me. "You are a great fuck sweetie" he told me. "Don't get up, I'll let myself out."

I was sleepy so I stayed on the bed and let him go. We said nothing more, no names, no numbers, no promise of any future contact. It was then I began to think. And wonder.

I couldn't sleep after all, so here I stand on the Pier trying to sort it all out. I can only conclude that I was the hunted this evening. I did as told, I pleased first. He used me as he saw fit. 

I frequent that bookstore often; I'm guessing he's seen me there. I think this man is my counterpart, a hunter of women. I should be a bit put off my by naiveté. But the fact is, I enjoyed it. Perhaps every so often the huntress benefits by feeling the rush of adrenaline her prey feels. Once she's been hunted she's seen the game from both sides.

Have I honed my skills this evening? Have I learned another nuance of the hunt? Only time will tell.