Hunting Party

by S. J. Lewis

  It was already too late for the usual morning exercises. Would they make her get up for the usual afternoon session? From the position of the sun in the sky it looked like it was almost time for them. She hoped that they wouldn’t.

  Stan was the one holding her leash. He drew her up short before she could enter the coolness of the barn. She stood patiently, awaiting his orders or his permission, swaying slightly on her feet.

  “Strip down, girl,” he ordered. Barbie nodded absently. There were too many buttons on the damned dress and they kept trying to slip out of her fingers. When she had it unbuttoned down to just below her breasts she quit trying and settled for shrugging herself out of it. She had to push it past her hips again. No sooner had it dropped to the ground than she slid her panties down, slipped off the boat shoes and stepped out of the pile. It felt strangely reassuring to be completely naked again.

  “This way,” Stan chuckled, pulling on her leash. She followed him into the barn. There were disturbing noises coming from Toy’s stall, but she was too tired to pay any attention to them. She let Stan lead her into her stall, and then she fell more than pushed past him to collapse on her blanket. She was asleep in an instant.

  ***

  Stan sauntered into Toy’s stall just after we’d fitted Toy with the last and biggest training plug. Toy didn’t seem to like it much from the way she was squalling and complaining around her bit gag. She was kicking and struggling, making the chains that held her down and spread rattle.

  “How’s our little Toy doin’?” he asked.

  “About as usual,” I shrugged. “First the begging and pleading, then the promising, and now the standard reconsidering of her offer.”

  “Too late, though, ain’t it?” Stan laughed as he bent down to slap Toy’s backside heartily. She jerked and yelped and turned her head to snarl at him. The thing about a bit gag is that it doesn’t really stifle all the noises a girl can make the way a good ball gag can. It muffles them a bit, it keeps a girl from forming words, but she can still make a lot of noise. On the other hand, it won’t interfere with their breathing as much as a ball gag, and Toy was taking advantage of that. She inhaled deeply and then let out a screech worthy of an angry bobcat. Stan slapped her ass again and stood up.

  “We brought Barbie back, but she’s all tuckered out right now,” he said, turning to me. “I figured we’d let her sleep for a bit. When you plannin’ to tap that cute little ass?”

  “Tonight, after it gets dark,” I replied. “Toy’s already had her break from training for the day. She can wait it out until then.”

  Toy moaned when she heard me say that. She quit struggling and let her head sag down.

  “Oh, hell, girl, it won’t be all that long,” Stan turned and chuckled at her. “Don’t tell me you’re so anxious for the new experience that you just can’t wait?”

  Toy shot him a look that should have killed him right there on the spot. All he did was laugh before he turned back to me.

  “Jim and I are kinda tired too,” he said. “The huntin’ was okay. We brought back a couple of quail and two rabbits. We’re gonna clean up and sack out for a while. Just make sure you wake us up for the show, hey?”

  “You got it,” I nodded. “I know you’d hate to miss it.”

  ***

  Toy moaned when she heard what they’d said. She’d thought that once she’d promised them her ass it would be over with fairly quickly. She hadn’t been looking forward to it, but she’d thought she could endure it. Instead, they seemed to have a whole ritual around the act, one that took hours and hours. The little vibrating thing hadn’t been too bad. Actually, once she’d gotten used to it she’d begun to enjoy it. But the plugs they’d been using afterwards just made her feel…strange. Now, she felt uncomfortably stuffed as well.

  They’d given her ‘breaks’ from time to time, after they took out one plug and before they put in the next. For a few minutes she wasn’t chained down and could move around a little. They would give her a little water to drink and a bit of thick beef broth to eat. She understood why they weren’t giving her any solid food, but that didn’t stop her from feeling hungry. And just a little while ago they’d treated her to an enema. That had been an experience she could have done without. At least they had let her use the tiny bathroom afterwards. Too worn and tired now to struggle, or even complain much any more, she let her body go limp and tried to ignore the plug. She succeeded at going limp.

  There was another thing bothering her. None of the men had fucked her, or made her suck cock since this drawn-out process had begun. Oh, they’d taken advantage of her helplessness to do a lot of groping and fondling, but that was as far as it had gone. Were they all saving themselves for tonight? She shuddered. She didn’t think she could stand it if all five of them were going to use her ass, one after the other. But she had heard them say that Barbie was back. Maybe some of them would rather use that big-titted blonde. With that desperate hope in mind, she drifted into a fitful doze.

  ***

  “So, whaddaya think?” Stan asked as we walked towards the barn. The sun had set some time ago, but the light of the full moon rising over the trees was more than enough to see by.

  “About what?” I asked. I really didn’t know what he meant.

  “About Toy,” he said. “How d’you think she’ll take it?”

  “Hard to say,” I shrugged. “They don’t always give us clues ahead of time, you know.”

  “Yah,” he nodded. “Surprisin’ how many of ‘em come to like it, though.”

  “Well, it’s a rush for me,” I said. “Nothing in the world like anal sex, especially when the girl’s tied up or chained down.”

  “Maybe for you,” Stan replied. “I don’t see the thrill, myself. It ain’t bad, mind you, but give me a girl who knows how to use her mouth every time.”

  “You still planning on making Barbie watch?” I asked.

  “Oh, hell, yeah,” Stan was emphatic. “I wanna see how she reacts. Unless she freaks out entirely, I wanna get her started on her trainin’. We only got so many days left.”

  “If you’re not that into it, why are you so anxious to get Barbie into it?”

  “Why not?” he grinned as we entered the barn.

  ***

  Somebody was trying to wake her up. Barbie swatted at the hand shaking her by her shoulder and tried to go back to sleep. She didn’t have any classes today, she was sure of it. All she wanted to do was catch up on her sleep. She had a big exam tomorrow. Then a heavy hand came down hard across her ass, and with a startled yelp she was roused from sleep into the here and now.

  “Still kinda tired, girl?” She rolled partly to one side and squinted up at the source of the question. It was Stan. It was never a good idea to try to ignore him, no matter how tired you were. Slowly, wearily, she assumed the position, crossing her wrists behind her and raising her hips for him. She felt start to tie her tightly with coarse rope and immediately afterwards felt herself growing wet. She wouldn’t have believed it before. She couldn’t quite believe it now, but the rough treatment, the collar, the ropes, the chains, all of it, aroused her like she’d never been aroused before. She felt as if she was in heat, craving hard cock inside of her, whether in her pussy or in her mouth. Stan seemed to prefer her mouth. She realized that she was already salivating.

  “Up,” he ordered. For once, he didn’t pull on her ponytail. She struggled to her knees and turned to face him, her mouth half-open, waiting for him.

  “All the way up, girl,” he said, pulling on her leash. “Stand up. There’s somethin’ you should see.”

  She rose to her feet and shambled along after him. Her wits were still dulled from too little sleep, but by now she knew that would docilely follow any man who had her leash. She thought that she was going to miss all this when it was over and wondered if she would still miss it as time went by. She thought that she would, and a part of her hoped that she was wrong. She had gone way past enduring the sex games of a bunch of ho
rny, middle-aged men. Now she looked forward to whatever new thing they wanted to do to her. She’d even thought of some things that she’d like to try, but she didn’t know how to suggest them to her captors. Maybe they would come up with them on their own. God, she felt like such a complete and total slut now!

  ***

  Toy saw Barbie being led into the stall and she knew that the time was near. They’d shortened the chains to her wrists and ankles again, so that she was stretched taut. All she could move was her head, and her neck was getting tired. One of the men had just removed the last plug from her anus and someone…probably him…was now spreading more of that tingling lubricant around and inside. She shivered violently as the finger invaded her and wriggled around. It would be soon now. She wished it was over with already. She clenched her teeth down on the hard rubber bit gag, wishing that it didn’t make her drool so much.

  ***

  I was pretty generous with the lubricant. No matter how big the plugs might feel to one of our playmates, none of them are really life-sized. I could see that Toy was trying to relax but not succeeding. She was trembling in anticipation, but in a scared way, not in an excited way. We’d put her through a pretty rough time, but the object had been to make her physically tired and keep her mind focused on her upcoming fate. Now she was as ready as we could make her, all stretched and lubed. I knelt down behind her, between her spread legs and ran my fingertips up and down the backs of her thighs. She shivered and moaned. When I ran my hands up to her ass she moaned again, but didn’t try to clench. I noticed Barbie standing next to Stan. It looked like her hands were cuffed or tied behind her, and she was in need of a bath. She was in need of more sleep, too, from the look of drowsy puzzlement on her face as she watched. Stan was paying more attention to Barbie’s curves than he was to anything I was doing.

  I ran my hands up Toy’s back slowly. I knew that Jim, Fred and Jack were watching too, but they were out of my field of vision so I could ignore them. I unfastened my pants and slid them down. I was as big and hard as I could be, even with the audience. I leaned forward over Toy’s body, supporting myself on one hand. I had to use the other to guide my cock to the bull’s-eye. I teased Toy for a moment, sliding the head around and around, drawing the moment out until she began whimpering. Then I pressed the tip of my cock against Toy’s anus and pushed, slowly. She squealed shrilly as the first inch or so went in. As I kept up the slow, steady, unrelenting pressure she shrieked once and then went limp, whimpering and sobbing. I kept going until I was in up to the hilt. She was trembling inside and out now, and wonderfully tight. I waited for a moment, then reached out and took a fistful of her short, dark hair. I didn’t pull on it. I just wanted to keep her head still. Then I heard her moan and felt her arch her back, lifting up her cute little ass for me. I started pumping her, slowly at first, and she moaned again.

  ***

  Toy bit down harder on the bit gag. Now her head was as immobilized as all the rest of her body and a long, thick cock was impaling her mercilessly. It was so unlike her one and only previous experience: It was so unlike anything she’d ever felt before that at first she didn’t know if she liked it or hated it. Whichever it was, the feeling was intense. Knowing that all of the other men, plus Barbie, were watching her get fucked this way made it all somehow…what? More intense? Was that even possible? She moaned and discovered that she could still move her hips a little and raise her ass. She raised it in an act of submission to her captor. Then he began to fuck her, slowly, strongly, relentlessly. She moaned again. Then she tried to say something, but all that came out around the gag was a long, drawn-out: “Gaaaa…aaaaa…aaaaaaaaaah.” The hand gripping her hair tightened and he began fucking her faster and harder. She squealed and shrieked but kept her back arched so he could plunge as deeply into her as he wanted. She felt waves of sensation vibrating up her spine, making her shiver uncontrollably as his assault went on. Her pussy felt incredibly hot and wet and unused. It was just one more sensation to pile on top of all the other sensations flooding her mind and blurring her vision.

  “Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh…” she moaned around the gag. “Oh gah, oh gah, oh gah!”

  ***

  She was taking it, and she was starting to enjoy it. I could feel her clenching tightly around my cock as I plunged in and out, using a little more force each time. I’d thought about holding back, pacing myself if her reactions were wrong at the start, but now I knew that I could be just as fast and as violent as I wanted. She was so lost in it that she wouldn’t care…she might even like it better that way. Now she was just a helpless, captive female, submitting to the ultimate use of her body and loving it no matter what she might say or try to convince herself of afterwards.

  ***

  Barbie slowly sank to her knees and leaned back against the side of the stall as she watched, open-mouthed. The scene was terrible, primitive and brutal and yet it seemed that Toy was enjoying it. Was ‘enjoying it’ the right phrase? Was it possible to enjoy that? She looked around quickly at the other men. They were paying her little attention. They were all intent on watching Toy as she squealed and howled, jerking at the chains that held her down and spread for her attacker. She could see Toy trying to help him penetrate her. She imagined what that might feel like and felt herself starting to blush.

  Underneath her attacker, Toy was starting to sweat. She arched her ass up higher, howling and hooting around her gag. Barbie couldn’t tell exactly what Toy was feeling from those noises, but she certainly looked like she was trying to help her attacker.

  ***

  I was getting close now. Toy’s ass was tight, and she kept trying to squeeze it tighter around my cock. She was still hooting and howling, her arms straining against her chains. Every so often, she would scream. None of the noises she made told me that she hated what I was doing to her.

  ***

  Toy huffed and panted, trying desperately to get more air into her lungs so she could scream louder. It didn’t hurt exactly, and it didn’t send her into ecstasy exactly, but she didn’t want it to stop, whatever it was doing to her. She could feel the weight of her attacker pushing her hips down, and she fought against it, trying to keep her ass up. She could feel his cock sliding back and forth, faster and faster. She heard him starting to groan and she whimpered, squeezing her eyes tight. Then he shoved his cock deep into her with one last convulsive thrust. He froze in place and she heard him groaning, over and over again. She could feel his body shuddering. The scream she’d been trying to build up to turned into a long, burbling moan that trailed away into nothing. He was still inside of her, filling her, stretching her, when she drew enough breath for a long, long sigh. She felt battered and bruised, abused and violated, and she wondered why no one had ever told her how sating, how satisfying, anal sex could be. It felt like the ultimate in sexual giving and taking…no, make that submission and dominance. She let her body go limp as he slowly pulled out of her. If she could have, she would have melted down into a warm puddle of Toy right there on the floor of the stall.

  ***

  “Hey, girl.” Barbie felt a tug on her leash and she looked away from Toy, all sweaty and limp and spent in her chains, and up at Stan, who was grinning down at her. “You up for it?” he asked.

  Barbie gulped and quickly looked away from him and back at Toy. Toy was moving a little now, small motions of her arms and legs and body, like she couldn’t quite get everything to move like she wanted. She was making little crooning noises now. It didn’t look like she was in any real pain, or suffering at all. No, it looked a lot like Toy was slowly coming down off of some intense and incredible high.

  Barbie herself felt strange. She had just witnessed what seemed like a prolonged and brutal attack, but instead of horrified she felt powerfully aroused…and a little bit horrified. They had done everything else to her, including making her swallow when they came in her mouth. It was clear that they were planning to fuck her ass as well. The thought made her shudder, but not from revulsion
. It would be the ultimate in her role as naked captive, something she would remember fondly even if she could never tell anyone about it. The days had been arduous beyond anything she’d imagined when she’d signed up for this, but they would end soon.

  Stan jerked harder at her leash. She looked up at him, wide-eyed.

  “I asked you a question, girl,” he frowned. “Answer me!” He jerked the leash again.

  Barbie looked back at Toy, then at the men standing around, looking at her now. She pushed herself away from the wall and stood up. She looked back at the men, and then at Stan.

  “My name is Susan!” she snapped at Stan. “Susan!” she snapped at the four other men. “Emma told me how this works, and I’m telling you that you can’t have my ass!”

  She took a deep breath and said it again, with emphasis: “You. Can’t. Have. My. Ass.”

  The men looked completely flabbergasted. Maybe no woman had ever stood up to them like that before. She waited a moment, and then went on in a quieter voice. “Not this year, anyway.”

  “What?” It was Stan who spoke. She looked at him and smiled.

  “Emma told me how this works. She also told me that you guys never bring a woman here twice. I don’t care why. I want to come back again, next year. And if you guys want my ass, you’ll bring me back here, next year. You can have it then, but not this year. Am I clear?”

  Stan started to laugh. “You are something else, girl,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re serious about this.”

  “I am,” Susan nodded. She realized how ludicrous it was to be laying down conditions while she was naked and bound and miles from any possible help, but the resolution had come upon her suddenly while she’d been rising to her feet. She really wanted to experience what Toy had experienced for herself, but she also wanted to be brought back to the lodge again and spend another long week as the sex slave of these men. It was crazy on the face of it, but it had been crazy for her to come out here in the first place. Maybe she was a little bit crazy herself now. Maybe she was just in heat. It kind of felt like she was. Every square inch of her skin was tingling, and her breasts felt unusually heavy.