Hunting Party

by S. J. Lewis

  “Faster,” Stan said with another, harder twitch of her leash. Barbie got the dress unbuttoned down to just below her breasts and gave up on any more unbuttoning. She shucked the dress off, hampered by the long sleeves. She struggled to get it down past her hips. What made that part worse was all the jiggling the struggle entailed. She knew that her captors were watching her intently. She could feel herself starting to blush. Finally the dress slid to the ground. She stepped out of it, still unable to look at the two men.

  “All of it,” Stan ordered. There was another twitch of her leash to go with his command. Barbie shivered, peeled the cheap white cotton panties down and stepped out of them as she kicked off the boat shoes. She covered herself, an arm across her breasts and a hand over her pussy. It was almost a ridiculous gesture, considering all that had happened so far, but she couldn’t help making it.

  “Good girl,” Stan grinned at her.

  ***

  Toy just couldn’t take it any more. Her struggles had exhausted her to the point where she kept drifting into sleep, but sooner or later some new discomfort would sharpen and wake her up. Her arms felt cramped, her legs felt cramped and her jaws ached from the bit gag that held them open. She couldn’t help drooling around it, no matter what she did. She rolled onto her side. It was the least uncomfortable position she could take, but by now that wasn’t saying much. She tried to call out. The gag kept her from forming any words, so after one last effort to call for help she settled for making noises: Loud, pained, pleading noises. She didn’t know if any of the men could hear her. She didn’t even know if one of them was nearby, so she went for volume. She couldn’t stand it, she couldn’t stand it, she couldn’t stand it for another second! She began shrieking. With that came a rising panic that no one would hear her, or that if they did they wouldn’t come to her rescue.

  At the very last moment, just before she would have lost it completely, she heard the door to her stall slide open noisily. She rolled wearily onto her other side, whimpering, to see who had come. It was the one she’d given that extra-special blowjob to the other day, the one named Mike. She looked up at him pleadingly, writhing and whimpering to let him know how unbearably uncomfortable she was. All he did was look down at her and smile. The men who had brought her and the blonde they called Barbie here had all quit shaving. They all sported stubbly beards now, and his smile looked more predatory than reassuring. She tried to sound more pitiful. All he did was bend down and free her from the bit gag.

  “Oh, god…” she gasped, working her jaws. “Thank you! Thank you! Please, I can’t stand this any more. Please, do something.” It was the longest actual conversation she’d had here, and the man hadn’t even spoken yet.

  “What’ll you do to make it worth my while?” he asked.

  “Do?” Toy blinked at him unbelievingly. What more could she do that she hadn’t already done? “I’ll do anything you want,” she said hurriedly. “Anything.”

  He reached out and ruffled her hair. “Like what?” he asked.

  This had to be some new game they were playing. “I’ll suck you off again,” she promised. “I’ll do it like you’ve never had it done before.”

  “You already done that,” he shook his head. “I was thinkin’ of somethin’ else.”

  “What?” Toy panted. Having someone to talk to had let her take her mind off of how cramped her whole body felt, but the effect was wearing off quickly. “What?” she repeated. “Tell me and I’ll do it! Just get me loose! Please!”

  “I’m thinkin’ of that tight little ass of yours,” he grinned.

  Toy almost sighed with relief. That was something she’d done once, two years ago. She hadn’t cared for it then—it had been a short and painful experience—but she was certain that she could endure it again if only it would get her free. “You can have my ass,” she told him, trying to appear reluctant. “Right here. Right now. Just untie me first. Please!”

  “Ever done it that way before?” he asked. His fingers played with her hair as if he was in no hurry.

  “No,” she lied. She would have sworn she was still a virgin if she’d thought it would help her.

  “Hold still,” he said. She let him roll her onto her belly. A moment later she felt him unlocking her wrists from the short chain that dangled from the stiff collar. She groaned as her arms fell limply to her sides. It didn’t feel like she’d be able to move them on her own for a while, but she didn’t care. Even with all the tingling and twinges it felt great to have her arms free again. She felt him untying her legs. She didn’t move. She just sighed and moaned a little. As he freed her left leg and she was able to let it stretch out full length, she groaned. It didn’t feel like she’d be able to move it on her own for a while either. Then he freed her other leg, and she groaned again. If he was planning on fucking her ass now, she wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop him. She wouldn’t be able to do anything to help, either.

  “Thank you!” she groaned. She tried to spread her legs wider for him, but the effort sent sharp twinges running through her thighs and calves.

  “Just stay there,” he said, patting her ass. “I’ll be right back.”

  She heard him leave and slide the door shut behind him. She had a sudden urge to see if the door was unlatched and escape this place if it wasn’t, but her arms and legs were still too unresponsive for her to do more than flop around a little. It had been a fleeting impulse at best. Even if she’d been able to get out, she had no ideas beyond that. Anyway, they would only hunt her down and catch her and bring her back. She wondered when the two men who had taken that big-titted blonde with them were going to bring her back. With Barbie gone she was definitely at the bottom of the pecking order. Aside from that, it just felt somehow wrong not to have another woman here. She hoped that when her rescuer came back that he’d at least bring some lubricant.

  She heard the door slide open again and turned her head to look. Her rescuer had returned, and he’d brought the two other men with him. They smelled of fish. He was wearing what looked like surgical gloves.

  “No,” Toy moaned in protest. “No, not all of you!”

  “Get over it,” her rescuer replied. “Anyway, all we’re gonna do now is prep you a little.”

  “What?” Toy tried to rise, but her body still wouldn’t respond properly. Her rescuer kicked her legs apart and knelt down between them. His companions each grabbed an ankle and pulled her legs even further apart.

  “Relax, bitch,” her rescuer said. “This won’t hurt if you relax.”

  What wouldn’t hurt? Toy tried to relax, but she stiffened up out of sheer reflex when she felt fingers near her anus.

  “Relax, dammit!” her rescuer snapped. He slapped her ass hard. Toy whimpered and did the best she could. She felt something cool being poured between her rear cheeks. Whatever it was, once it hit her skin it started to warm up and tingle. She felt him spreading it around with his finger and whimpered involuntarily. It had to be lubricant, she told herself. Then she felt him shove his finger up her ass and wriggle it around. She jerked and whooped at the sensation and found that her arms could be made to work again. She tried to get up, but all she could do was raise herself up a little on her hands.

  The collar kept her from turning her head to see what he was doing and the men holding her by her ankles spread her legs too wide for her to get up on her knees. There was more probing and wriggling. She felt the same warming sensation on her skin start inside of her. Then the invading finger was gone. A moment later something thicker was thrust up into her ass. She heard a click, and then felt whatever it was start vibrating slowly. She whooped again.

  They stretched her out on her blanket, chaining her wrist cuffs to eyebolts set in the wall of her stall. They put leather cuffs on her ankles, and chained them to more eyebolts set in the opposite wall. Before they left, they removed the high, stiff collar she’d been wearing and replaced it with her old dog collar. By now she was squirming and moaning from the effects of the vibrat
or up her ass. It felt very strange and unfamiliar, but not entirely unpleasant. She heard the door slide shut again, and then they turned off the lights. She was left in darkness, alone and struggling and increasingly aroused. She wondered what was coming next.

  ***

  It was growing dark when Barbie’s captors returned to the campsite. She had heard a lot of firing throughout the late afternoon and saw that they had bagged a number of small birds. She herself had spent the time tethered to a small tree, naked, her clothes lying in a heap out of her reach. In fact, everything was out of her reach except for the old thin blanket they’d given her to lie on and a plastic bottle of water in case she got thirsty. She had had a bad moment when she’d imagined her captors accidentally shooting each other and leaving her here, chained up and helpless. It was an irrational fear, but for a while she just couldn’t shake it. She was almost happy to see them returning, but with them safely back she started worrying what they had in mind for her tonight.

  The big one named Jim started making a fire while the other one, Stan, who seemed to be the leader of them all, started gutting and cleaning the little birds. He kept dumping all the messy bits into a small plastic trash bag. Barbie couldn’t watch. She had no illusions about where the meat she bought at the supermarket came from, but she really didn’t want to think about it or be reminded of it. It looked like the birds were on the menu for tonight. She was already feeling hungry. If she didn’t watch them being prepared she’d be able to keep her appetite.

  Jim helped to distract her. Once he had the fire going he seemed to be interested in her. Seated on the blanket with her back against the tree she was tethered to, Barbie watched him warily as he approached her. He liked fucking her from behind, and most times she enjoyed it very much when he did it, but she wasn’t sure what he had in mind now. She slowly got onto her hands and knees for him, keeping her eyes on the ground. Her hair had been done up in a ponytail again, and the end of it dragged in the dirt.

  “Uh-uh, girl,” Jim shook his head. “Get back against that tree.”

  Barbie didn’t understand what he meant. She didn’t expect him to show her by grabbing her by her ponytail and making her kneel with her back to the tree, but that’s what he did. He pulled her arms back behind her roughly. The next thing she knew he was tying her hands.

  She had never been tied to a tree, but she’d once seen pictures of a young woman bound to a tree and they’d piqued her interest and gotten her a little excited. She’d forgotten about those pictures until this moment. The woman had been standing, while she was kneeling, and the woman had been clothed, while she was naked, but just the thought of being tied to a tree gave Barbie a sudden rush. Then Jim began fondling her roughly. There was nothing tender or affectionate about it. He was just a big, aggressive male helping himself to the body of his female captive. His strong hands squeezed her breasts, almost but not quite enough to hurt. He tweaked her nipples hard enough to make her wince and cry out weakly. In spite of all that, Barbie found herself responding to the mistreatment. Then he gripped her ponytail and held her still while he kissed her. He smelled of sweat and spent gunpowder. His kiss was as rough as everything else he was doing. Barbie shivered and let his tongue stab into her mouth. Then his other hand thrust between her thighs. His fingers probed her pussy with more strength than skill. Barbie felt as if a bomb had gone off somewhere behind her eyes. Her squeal was muffled by the big man’s mouth still latched onto hers and she writhed and squealed as he made her wetter and wetter. She ground her hips against his hand as best she could, anxious to help him make her come. She felt like a total slut, and once more told herself that she was a captive and couldn’t help it. She started to moan.

  The big man stopped everything he was doing and stood up. He looked down at her with a nasty grin on his face and started to unbuckle his belt. Barbie shivered, looking up at him pleadingly. She was incredibly aroused, and more than a little frustrated that he had stopped when she was so damned close! She whined. She couldn’t bring herself to put it into words, but she desperately wanted him to make her come right now.

  He unzipped his pants. They dropped down around his ankles and he slid his boxers down to join them. His cock was big and thick and long and hard and inches from her nose. Barbie whined again and leaned forward as far as she could, her mouth opened, her tongue reaching for that cock.

  He reached down and grabbed the base of her ponytail again, pulling her back against the rough bark of the tree. Barbie kept her mouth open, but her eyes closed as he slowly thrust his cock in. Her whimpering moan was muffled as it filled her mouth. If she gave him what he wanted—and she was in no position to deny him anyway—maybe he would give her what she wanted—no, needed—in return. She would have sucked that big hard cock, but he held her head still and instead began fucking her mouth, stabbing in deeply enough to make her cough and choke and gag. He didn’t seem to care. Under any other circumstances, Barbie would have hated it and tried to stop it, by biting down a little if the man refused to heed her protests. But she was bound naked and kneeling to a tree, the bark hard and rough against her skin, the coarse rope biting into her wrists, and she couldn’t remember ever being so completely and helplessly aroused before, so all she did was try to stifle her gag reflex and try to open her throat for him. She could feel her saliva drooling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts and thighs. There was no help to be had for her, out here in the woods.

  ***

  Toy came fully awake when the lights came on again. She hadn’t truly been sleeping. That buzzing, vibrating thing up her ass made real sleep impossible. All she was able to do was doze off for a little while. Previously she had been tightly bound, folded up and cramped until she thought she would start screaming and not be able to stop. Now she was just as tightly bound, but stretched out, her arms and legs spread wide. It was not quite so uncomfortable this way, but she was thoroughly tired of it.

  She heard the stall door slide open. She didn’t bother to try to see who had come in. Whoever it was, she hoped that they would free her and remove that buzzing, annoying invader. She already regretted promising anything so long as they freed her from that fiercely uncomfortable position they’d put her in, but it was probably too late to beg off. They wanted her ass, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.

  “How ya doin’?” Toy recognized the voice. It was the one named Mike, who seemed to be in charge now that the Stan guy was away. She felt him pat her ass as if he was petting a dog.

  “It hurts.” Toy tried to sound angry, but it came out as merely petulant.

  “Maybe some of it does,” the man chuckled. “But I think this part isn’t so bad.” He did something and the vibrator up her anus twitched. Toy yelped.

  “Yeah, you look kinda wet down here,” he went on. “How’s it feel? Tell the truth, now.”

  “It- it’s not too bad,” Toy admitted reluctantly.

  “Good. Now we’re gonna pull this little sucker out…” Toy squealed as he pulled the vibrator free. It felt suddenly strange, not having a tiny electric motor buzzing away inside of her. “And put the training plug in,” he continued.

  “What?” Toy tried to rise and look back at him. She was stretched out too tautly to succeed and it hurt her neck to turn her head very far. He held the ‘training plug’ out so she could see it better. It looked like a short, misshapen dildo. It was shiny black, with a bulge at one end and another, bigger bulge at the other.

  “You can’t stick that in me!” she wailed.

  “Of course we can,” he answered cheerfully. “And we’re going to. Don’t worry. We don’t stick all of it in. This part,” he pointed at the smaller bulge, “Is to get you stretched a little. It’s too big for you to push out by yourself. This other part,” he pointed to the larger bulge, “Is to keep the whole thing from slipping in all the way. It’d be a real bitch to fish out if that happened. Feel better?”

  “No,” Toy shook her head. Actually she was starting to miss
that buzzing.

  “Well, this might feel a little uncomfortable,” he said. He began squeezing lubricant from a tube onto the plug. “But you’ll get used to it.”

  ***

  I wouldn’t have believed that Toy could be that noisy. The whole time I was gently inserting the training plug she was squealing and hooting and trying to pull free. She tried clenching her ass cheeks together too, but a couple of hard, stinging slaps convinced her to lie back…well, lie still, anyway…and take it. She started whimpering and sobbing as the widest part of the upper end stretched her. She was tight back there. I almost thought that we’d need more lubricant and then the worst was over and the plug just sort of popped the rest of the way in. Toy lay still, but she was trembling and shivering and making strange little noises. Very few girls can take the plug in complete silence, but a lot of them try. I don’t know why that is. Toy had no problem with making noise, even if none of the noises were recognizable words.

  We gave her some slack on the chains, just enough so she could try to make herself a little more comfortable. We wouldn’t leave her like that all night, just for a couple of hours, and somebody would be here to keep an eye on her the whole time. After that she’d get a short break and then we’d fit her out with a bigger plug. I hoped Stan and Jim would get back early. I was looking forward to actually getting to fuck that tight little ass.

  Chapter Eleven

  Barbie all but stumbled the last few yards to the barn. She had not gotten much in the way of sleep last night. How could she, what with being tied to a tree almost all of the time? Coming down that hill had been exhausting. At least they hadn’t made her carry the pack again. She staggered a little, physically worn out and unbearably sleepy. She was hungry. The little bit of food they’d given her last night had been all she had to eat for many, many hours. Worse yet, she felt sticky and dirty on top of everything. But there was the barn, so near now that she could almost lean against it. She desperately wanted to just go to her cage and sleep. Eating and getting cleaned up could wait.