Hunting Party

by S. J. Lewis

  “Now, Toy,” he began as he ruffled her short hair. She looked daggers at him for that, but quickly switched her gaze to the hot dog as he held it up in front of her. “You think you learned a little lesson after seein’ how Barbie did her weiner?”

  “Yes, sir,” she snapped at him.

  “You wanna try again?”

  “Yes, please, sir,” she said. Now her voice was syrupy sweet, but she was still glaring. When Stan held the hot dog up to her lips, she did exactly what she’d done before, biting it off about halfway, a flash of white teeth too quick for Stan to react.

  “You’re gonna need more lessons, Toy,” Stan shook his head sadly. “You don’t seem to learn real easy.”

  Toy was probably expecting some immediate and painful punishment, but all Stan did was give Barbie what was left of the hot dog. She sucked it tentatively at first, looking up at Stan. When he nodded, she quickly ate it.

  “Well, lunch is over,” Stan announced as he stood up, brushing off his hands. The hot dogs were gone. All that was left was a few slices of bread and some of the condiments. “Might as well get on with the day.” Some of us packed up the food and brought it back to the kitchen. It was done quickly. Nobody wanted to miss what was coming.

  Stan went over to a small chest of drawers near the fireplace. It was full of toys that we sometimes used on our playmates, but all that he took out of the top drawer was a half-used tube of lubricant. He kept it hidden from the women as he went around behind them.

  “Now, we’re gonna rest for a bit, and we’re gonna let you two ladies get cleaned up and rest for a bit too,” he said. “But first, we’re gonna get better acquainted.” We got up from our chairs and came towards them slowly. We didn’t make any attempt to act casually. Toy glared up at us. Barbie just lowered her head and whimpered. Both of them knew something was coming. They just didn’t know what. They were still chained together by their pretty little necks. Jim stepped forward and put his big booted foot down on the chain where it laid on the rug between them. Then Barbie squealed as she felt Stan squirting a dollop of the lubricant on her ass. She tried to jerk upright, but couldn’t budge Jim. They almost always think that we’re going to give it to them up their asses right then, but that’s not even a part of the plan.

  “Easy, girl, easy,” Stan said soothingly. “It’s not what you’re thinkin’. We’re just gonna formally introduce you to the other guys.”

  Both girls tried to look back over their shoulders to see what was going on back there. Stan saw them looking and just grinned as he started to work the lubricant into Barbie’s pink pussy. She squirmed and grunted as Stan’s fingers worked her up.

  “Now you,” Stan grinned at Toy. She snarled at him and turned her head away. It was clear that she was trying not to show any reaction at all as Stan did the same to her as he had to Barbie, but Stan kept at her until something he did finally got to her. She suddenly shuddered violently, her face contorting into a grimace. She stayed like that for a moment while Stan fiddled away at her nether regions. Her face darkened, and she started a grunt that turned into a moan halfway through. She’d been trying to keep her head up, not looking at any of us, but now she couldn’t do that either. Her head sagged down and she moaned again but she didn’t move.

  “Jim, Fred,” Stan suggested as he worked two fingers deeper into Toy’s pussy, “Why don’t you introduce yourselves to Barbie? She’s nice and slick now, I think.”

  Barbie craned her neck to look up at Jim. Her eyes were wide and worried as she thought about what those introductions might entail. Toy was a little too far gone by now to have heard what Stan said, or to have understood it if she’d heard it.

  Fred went first. He knelt down behind Barbie and dropped his pants. Then he leaned over her, running his hands over her naked body and paying considerable attention to her spectacular tits. She was squirming and shivering before he was done, and her face was red. By now I was wondering if that was a reaction to being groped in full view of everybody or just something that happened when she was getting sexually aroused. Well, we had plenty of time to find out. Fred finally satisfied himself that every silky inch of Barbie was real and got down to business. He took her by her ponytail with one hand, pulling her head up and back while he used his other hand to guide his cock into her pussy. She squealed when she felt him entering her, and her face got redder. Her eyes were open, but she wouldn’t look at us. Fred slapped her ass once and gave her a couple of good, hard thrusts that made her grunt and jiggled her breasts. Then, when he stopped, let go of her hair and pulled out she looked both aroused and confused. She was breathing hard through her opened mouth when she twisted her head around to look back at him. Fred grinned back at her and slapped her ass again, harder this time, making her yelp.

  “Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma’am,” he said with a nod. “Hope we run into each other again real soon.” He looked up at Jim. “Your turn. I’ll step on the chain for ya. She’s a nice little piece. Real…snug.”

  He and Jim traded places. Jim wasted no time ramming his cock into Barbie, but then he had to fondle every part of her he could reach. She squeaked when he gave her nipples a playful little pinch. Then he pumped her hard and fast a couple of times. She went slack-jawed and her eyes almost rolled up. When he stopped and pulled out she whimpered and let her head hang low. Jim gave her rear a swat and stood, zipping up his pants. “Nice to meet you,” he grinned down at Barbie. “Can I call you some time?”

  It was an old joke, but we always laughed at it. Toy hadn’t been watching the proceedings closely. Whatever Stan was doing to her was making it hard for her to pay attention to much of anything else, but she at least had a general idea what was coming. I got to go first. I saw her clenching her muscular ass as I knelt down behind her and dropped my own pants. Since it wasn’t her ass I was after, it didn’t do her any good. She was hot and slick as I shoved my cock deep inside of her. She tried not to show any reaction, but I felt her trembling, and her pussy tightened around my cock. She probably didn’t even realize that she was doing that. She was every bit as tight as Barbie had been, even without her squeezing, and it was difficult for me to limit myself to the usual three or four thrusts we allowed. I did take the opportunity to reach around and handle her cute little B-cups. They were every bit as soft and yielding as Barbie’s juicy tits. There just wasn’t as much to them. Her nipples were nice and hard and sensitive, though. She hissed through her teeth when I tweaked them. I couldn’t resist giving her nipple ring a little twist. She snarled angrily when I did that, but I was sure I hadn’t done it hard enough to really hurt her much.

  Jack went after I did. He added his own little touch by discovering that her ribs were ticklish. She didn’t laugh, but it was obvious enough from the way she acted. Stan took her last of all. He leaned over her, saying something in a low voice into her ear. Toy pressed her eyes shut tightly, shaking her head. When Stan finished, he gave her ass a tremendous smack that made her jump and shriek.

  “Okay, ladies,” Stan said as he stood up, buckling his belt. “Now that we’ve all been properly introduced we’re gonna let the two of you get cleaned up a little. Let ‘em up, would ya, Fred?”

  Fred took his foot off of their neck chain and we helped them to their feet. They were both a little unsteady. Both of them were breathing a little heavily, too. I think they had pretty good heads of steam up and were feeling more than a little frustrated. They’d recovered a little by the time we had their collars off of them. We did our bit to keep them on the pointy side with some groping and fondling while that was going on. They reacted to it, but not like they hated it.

  “Now, ladies,” Stan said as he took each of them by an arm. “We’re gonna let you get cleaned up some and then we’re gonna put you to bed for a little while so’s you can rest up for the festivities later.” He led them towards the south side of the lodge. When we’d first gotten it there’d been a good-sized powder room there. All it had in it was a sink and a john. We o
pened it up into the small closet that was next to it and put in a shower stall. That was custom work, because there just wasn’t much room to work with. The shower was no more than thirty inches on a side. It would be a tight fit for one person, but the girls were going to have to share it. When Stan opened the bathroom door they got a look at how small the accommodations were.

  “Now, I’m sure you’re both thinkin’ about takin’ turns in the shower,” Stan chuckled. “I gotta warn you, we’ve only had the power on for a little while, so there’s maybe five to ten minutes worth of hot water available. I suggest you take your shower together. It’ll be a tight fit, but I’m sure you two can work something out. We’ll bring you some towels and a hair dryer.”

  “This sucks,” Toy muttered. “Sir,” she added.

  “If you like, we can take you outside and hose you down,” Stan smiled. “Gotta warn you, though, that well water comes up mighty cold.”

  Toy shivered at the thought.

  “How long do we have?” Barbie asked timidly. Then she remembered. “Sir,” she said.

  “Take as long as you like,” Stan said jovially. “We’re sure you two ladies’ll wanna have a little girl talk. Just remember, there’s only a little bit of hot water.”

  Stan let go of their arms and gave them a couple of gentle nudges towards the bathroom. They squeezed into it gingerly, trying not to come into contact with each other. Toy pulled the door shut behind them. We left Jim to watch the door. We’ve had women try to scamper off on us before, but it was always so that we could all get excited hunting them down. It can be fun, running down a naked woman in the woods, especially since we know the area and they don’t. The sex after we catch them and tie them and fuck them right there on the ground is something fierce and satisfying, I can tell you. It didn’t seem like Barbie or Toy would try it so soon, but we’ve been wrong before. Still, I was kinda hoping that one or the other of them would try it later. I had a feeling that if either one of them did, it would be Toy.

  While Jim kept watch, sipping another beer and reading one of those post-apocalyptic sci-fi books he likes so much, the rest of us gathered around the kitchen table to sketch out some plans.

  “We got us a nice pair this time around,” Stan said. “Barbie’s already getting’ into the role of a helpless captive. I think it turns her on, whether she admits it to herself or not.”

  “What about Toy?” Jack asked. He seemed to have taken an interest in her. I think the nipple ring got him turned on.

  “Toy’s somethin’ else,” Stan chuckled. “She acts all sullen an’ uncooperative, but I think she gets off on bein’ forced. I got a feelin’ that a hard slap on her tight little ass is all it takes to start getting’ her moist. I think she’s gonna be a little bruised by the time we’re done.”

  “So, we start training her first?” Fred asked.

  “Yeah,” Stan nodded. “And we let Barbie watch it. That’ll be her trainin’. She’ll be real anxious to please then. We’ll take what’s left of today and tomorrow to break ‘em both in. After that, we can take turns goin’ out huntin’.”

  “I’d like taking Toy out overnight,” Jack said. “Nothing like making love under the stars.”

  “Yeah…love,” Stan looked at him. They were both grinning crookedly. “We can do that, but we’ll have to be careful. I think she’s the type who’d try to escape and then make us work real hard to catch her.”

  “That’d be interesting,” I put in. “We haven’t had that happen for a couple of years.”

  “Yeah, that was fun, wasn’t it?” Jack said. “What was that girl’s name? I think we were callin’ her ‘Honey’.”

  “Yeah, that’s the one,” Stan nodded. “She was sweet. I remember her whimperin’ an’ beggin’ when I started fuckin’ her up her ass on the ground. She wound up howlin’ an’ beggin’ for more.”

  “I remember that,” Fred said. “Yeah, she got into it, but afterwards she couldn’t walk back to the lodge with us. We had to cut a pole, tie her to it, and carry her back that way. Took us a while, and we had to let her rest for most of the next day.”

  “We still had the other girl,” Stan shrugged. “She wasn’t that into any of it, just kinda laid there most of the time, but she was there.”

  “So what do we do when these two come out?” Jack asked. “Set them up in the barn?”

  “Not right away,” Stan shook his head. “I’d kinda like to make an all-day thing of that tomorrow. Make a big production out of it, and start their trainin’ right away. When they come out of the shower we’ll take ‘em to the playroom. There’s those two old beds in there. We’ll tie ‘em to the beds. Anybody feels frisky, they can go down there and take their pick. In between ‘lovemaking’ they can get whatever sleep they can.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I said. The fact was I was looking forward to riding Toy while she was tied spreadeagled to the old bed. She was lean and fit and would probably put up some kind of struggle. I also hoped that she’d do that trick with her pussy again.

  “Fine,” Stan said. He finished off the last of his beer and banged the can down on the scarred old wooden table. “Then the only bit of business we have to take care of is the bunking arrangements.”

  This was always a problem when we had four or five guys. The bedrooms of the lodge were all on the second floor. There were three of them, each one just big enough for two single beds and some furniture. With three guys here, each one had his own room. With six guys, there were two men to each room. With four or five guys, we always rolled dice. With five guys, whoever scored highest got a room to himself. With four, the two guys who rolled lowest had to share a room.

  “You want to call Jim back for this?” Fred asked. “I’d like to stow my gear and get settled in.”

  Stan looked at his watch. “Yeah, might as well. They probably ain’t used up all the hot water yet, and I’d kinda like to get settled in myself. Mike, why don’t’cha get the dice so we can get on with it.”

  “Sure thing,” I nodded and got up from the table.

  Every kitchen has a drawer where anything unusual gets put. It’s the junk drawer. Ours had batteries, probably dead by now, candles, a broken electric knife sharpener we’d never gotten around to throwing out, a tack hammer, two screwdrivers, a pair of pliers, twist ties, and, amidst all the other junk, a small cup with five dice in it. They were five different colors. I brought them back to the table. We each picked one out of the cup and rolled. Mine came up a ‘3’. I’d just about resigned myself to bunking with one of the other guys in the group when I noticed that nobody else had rolled more than a ‘2’.

  “Too bad,” Stan said to me, shaking his head as he scooped up the dice and dropped them back into the cup.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “No way you could get back to the general store to buy a lottery ticket in time,” he laughed. ”It’s a shame. Looks like your luck is in today.” We all laughed.

  “Well, we all might as well move our stuff to our rooms,” Fred shrugged. “Mike, you won the roll. Which one you want?”

  “The one nearest the bathroom,” I replied. “Like always.”

  There were groans around the table. “It’s not that much of a walk for the rest of you,” I protested.

  “It is at three in the morning,” Fred shook his head sadly.

  “So cut back on the beer after dinner,” I told him.

  “Let’s just move our gear for now,” Stan broke in. “Take turns. I heard the shower shut off just now and the girls’ll be calling for towels and hair dryers soon. We still have any talcum powder or body lotions stashed away here? They might want those too.”

  Moving our gear and bringing our little playmates the towels and driers and powder and lotions they needed took some time, but after a while we had everything sorted out. We made Barbie and Toy stand waiting on the bearskin rug while whichever one of us wasn’t busy storing our gear away at the moment kept an eye on them. Nobody minded that duty. The girls
sensed that something on the special side was coming, but they didn’t know what. Barbie couldn’t seem to stand the suspense. After a while she just had to cover herself with her hands. Toy didn’t bother with that. She struck a defiant pose, her chin tilted up aggressively. But she couldn’t bring herself to look at any of us. Finally we were all done, and it was time to lead them down into the cellar of the lodge. We weren’t at all gentle about it. Stan grabbed Toy by her hair, I grabbed Barbie by her hair, and Fred and Jim pinned their arms behind them while Jack went ahead to unlock and open the doors. The cellar is on the large side, but a lot of it was taken up by the generator and all the other machinery needed to keep the place up to a civilized standard. We’d walled off that part, leaving a metal door for access. What space was left we turned into what we called the playroom. The walls were light pine tongue and groove paneling, the floor was paving stones under the throw rugs, and the ceiling was all white acoustic tiles. To keep it from feeling too much like a cell, we’d put in a fake window of frosted glass with fluorescent lighting behind it. Hell, we’d even put curtains up on the window. The lights were controlled by a rheostat, so we could make it seem like anything from high noon to late evening. Jack set them to “late afternoon” and we half-led, half-dragged our playmates into the playroom.

  Chapter Five

  Toy started struggling the moment she saw the beds. She snarled, she kicked, she cursed and she even tried to bite. We’d expected as much, and we already had a plan for dealing with her. Jim held her arms pinned behind her while Stan held her by her hair. Stan slapped and swatted her until she started to quiet down a bit, and then he started fondling and caressing her. In the meantime, the rest of us brought Barbie over to her bed. She whimpered and shied when she saw Jack taking lengths of rope, but compared to Toy she didn’t put up any fight at all. She kept looking at us, wide-eyed, as she climbed up onto the bed.