Hunting Party

by S. J. Lewis

  The beds were old steel-framed things, solid and heavy. The mattresses for them were thick, soft bags, supported by steel springs on the metal frames. Each bed had a headboard of sorts, made out of steel tubing, and a lower footboard made out of the same stuff, but not as high. They’d keep the mattress from sliding up or down no matter how hard we were riding the girls, but they also gave us plenty of places to secure our prizes with ropes or chains. Barbie writhed and whimpered as we tied her hands over her head, spread as wide as we could on the narrow frame. The rope was braided nylon, tough and strong. It wouldn’t chafe their wrists or ankles if they struggled, but it took some skill to knot it properly. She kept on whimpering and moving as we spread her legs and tied her ankles to the frame. Her struggles were feeble. They didn’t hamper us tying her down, but they did make her full tits jiggle enticingly. We left her some slack on her legs. It was just enough for her to raise and spread her knees a little if she felt the need. Once we had her secured, we put a blindfold on her. It was a lot like a sleep mask, only it wasn’t quite as easy to slide off. I stayed behind while Fred and Jack went over to help the others with Toy and let my hands roam over Barbie’s naked flesh. It was soft, silky, warm and intoxicating. I couldn’t help sucking on her nipples, getting them hard and enjoying the feel of them between my lips. She couldn’t do anything to stop me from doing whatever I wanted, and from her whimpers and pleas and writhing I thought the situation was getting her aroused. I put a hand between her legs while sucking on a nipple to check. Her pussy felt warm, almost hot to the touch, and when I slipped a couple of fingers up into her I found that she was already slickly wet. I’m not as good with my hands as Stan is, but I just had to tease and stimulate her. She had a magnificent body, and it was gratifying to see how it reacted, almost of its own accord, to my fondling and handling. I noticed that she was blushing again. It had to be her reaction to arousal, not just to embarrassment. As I kept my hands and mouth busy I saw the blush creep down to her neck and shoulders. She wasn’t just whimpering any more. Now she was moaning. She twisted and writhed, her tits jiggling slowly and heavily, the muscles in her arms and legs straining against the ropes.

  “Having fun?” Stan asked from behind me. I stopped what I was doing and reluctantly let Barbie’s swollen nipple slip out of my mouth as I stood up and turned around. They were all watching me with big grins on their faces.

  “Yeah, I was,” I replied. “How can you not have fun with a body like that?” I nodded towards Barbie. She was still slowly gyrating on the bed, but now she sounded frustrated.

  “You left us to do all the work,” Stan jerked his head back towards Toy. I saw that they’d tied her spread-eagled, like Barbie, but face-down. She was struggling with the ropes like Barbie was, but a lot more vigorously. She was blindfolded as well. All I could see of her face was that she was snarling.

  “Two arms, two legs, one guy to each.” I shrugged. “I’d only have gotten in the way.”

  “Fair enough,” Stan nodded. “Look, we’re all a little horny now. You want her?” he pointed towards Barbie.

  “Not right now,” I answered. “I’d kinda like to try out the other ride.” I nodded towards Toy.

  “Okay,” Stan shrugged and turned to look at her. “She does have a cute little ass, don’t she?” Toy heard that. She froze for a moment and then redoubled her efforts to get free. It was pointless, but she looked pretty appealing trying. She was leaner than Barbie, and her muscles stood out more sharply.

  “First things first, though,” Stan turned back to me. “Upstairs, everybody. Let’s let our guests rest up a little.” I heard Barbie whining as we exited the room and shut the door behind us.

  Up in the kitchen, we rolled dice again. Jim crowed happily when he rolled a ‘6’.

  “I wanna ride that big-titted blonde,” he said immediately.

  “Nobody’s stopping you,” Stan said. “Just remember, think of the guy who comes after you, and use a condom.” He looked over at Fred, who’d rolled a ‘4’, the next highest score.

  “I’d like the blonde too,” he grinned. “Especially right after Jim. He almost always finishes before they do and leaves ‘em hangin’ and hungry.”

  “So?” Jim looked at him. “I get what I want. That’s the point, ain’t it?”

  “Sure it is,” Fred agreed readily. “But each of us wants something a little different. You get yours, I get mine.”

  “Mike?” Stan looked at me. I’d rolled a ‘3’ again, but this time it hadn’t been enough to win.

  “I want Toy,” I said. “Especially the way you’ve got her tied to the bed. You know I like to take ‘em from behind.”

  “Well, that’s fine, but we didn’t tie her down like that just for you,” Stan chuckled. “Jim warned us that she’d probably try to bite. We’ll use what’s left of today to soften ‘er up a bit and start her trainin’ and conditionin’ tomorrow when we move ‘em both to the barn. In a couple days we should have ‘em both actin’ like tamed captive female animals, ready an’ eager to do tricks for us.”

  “I don’t think Toy’s ever gonna get all that tame,” Jim shook his head.

  “No, she won’t,” Stan agreed. “So she’s gonna be a different kinda fun from Barbie. They’re a good pair. Somethin’ for everybody.”

  “Can I get started now?” Jim asked. “I keep thinkin’ about that blonde, all tied up and waitin’…”

  “I guess there’s no objections,” Stan said, looking around the table. Nobody objected. We were all a bit eager to get started ourselves.

  “Okay, fine,” Stan nodded. Jim immediately stood up and lumbered on down to the playroom.

  ***

  Barbie had just been drifting off to sleep when she heard the door to the room open. The sound rudely jolted her back to wakefulness. She could feel her heart suddenly pounding. She tried to move, but the ropes at her wrists and ankles held her in place. She tried to relax then, but she could hear her own breathing, quick and shallow.

  She was Barbie now, no longer Susan. If she kept thinking of herself as Barbie somehow this experience was easier to bear. She had been naked in front of other people before. It was always easy to earn money as a figure model for the arts classes at the college. It wasn’t so easy to fend off the approaches of many of the male students afterwards, but she managed. But this was different. It seemed that those men wanted to keep her naked all of the time. She shivered at the thought. Well, if she really had been kidnapped by dangerous men, wouldn’t they do that? She didn’t know for sure, but it seemed plausible. At least it was easier being kept naked indoors. Her forced hike from the campsite to this lodge had been almost unbearable. She’d kept worrying that someone else would see her, and that concern had bothered her more than trekking barefooted all the way. The leader, Stan, had been right. It was easier if she walked only on the balls of her feet. But walking that way had put such a strain on her legs, especially her calves that she hoped that she wouldn’t have to do that again.

  She could hear someone moving around in the room. She heard Toy make an angry, wordless noise and for a moment hoped that whoever had come in was going to fuck Toy instead of her. Then she heard heavy footsteps approaching and big, meaty hands on her breasts and she whimpered, falling deeply into the persona of Barbie.

  She was quite proud of her breasts. They were nicely rounded, firm and full and they always turned men’s heads, no matter what she was wearing. She shuddered as those big hands fondled and squeezed them none too gently. Then there was a hot, wet mouth at her nipple, sucking and tonguing it. Now completely the helpless captive, she squirmed and writhed in her bonds, making small, hopeless noises of protest. That was about all she could do. The ropes held her securely. Her body was staked out for sex, and she knew that it would be used for exactly that very soon. Really, there wasn’t anything that Barbie could do about her situation. All she could do was submit to whatever her captors wanted to do to her, and hope for rescue. She felt one of those big hands on her
pussy, thick fingers probing at her, working her into arousal, making her wet for the invading cock to follow. She tried to lay still and endure, but her body had its own agenda. She was soon slick enough to satisfy her captor. From the size of his hands, she knew it had to be the big, burly one that they called Jim. She felt him climbing onto the bed with her and tried to pull her legs closed. Bound as she was, she could only bring her knees together, and that with some difficulty. Her captor, kneeling on the bed now, put a rough hand on each of her thighs and rudely yanked them apart.

  She moaned, half in her pretended despair and half in her very real excitement. She felt her captor moving closer. She could tell that he was still clothed. Blindfolded, she couldn’t see anything, but her mind’s eye pictured him looming over her, his pants unzipped, a look of lust and triumph in his cruel eyes. She moaned again as she felt the head of his cock pushing between her swollen pussy lips and then deep into her. She strained at her bonds. She knew that it wouldn’t do any good. There was no way that she could get free. But the overwhelming intensity of her situation compelled her to try to do something. She shrieked as he thrust deeply into her, letting her stretched-out body take all of his massive weight. Now it was hard to breathe. She felt his hot breath on her neck, his massive chest mashing her breasts flat. He stayed like that, chuckling to himself for an intolerably long moment as he nibbled at her neck and ear. Then his weight was lifted. She took a deep and hasty gulp of air. His first powerful thrust drove it all out of her a moment later in another shriek.

  He used her then, burying his thick cock deeply into her with each hard stroke. Staked out, Barbie twisted and struggled, grunting from her gut every time he slammed into her. He was taking no notice of her responses, paying no attention to her needs. His grunts, deeper and louder, matched hers as he rode her hard and fast. She felt her body going boneless as it submitted to her captor’s uncaring animal use of it. It shuddered, arching its back as it sought to help her assailant plunge even deeper into her. She was very near to orgasm when she felt her captor shuddering violently and heard his loud, loud groans as he came. He stopped moving as he emptied himself into her. Her hips writhed, trying to gain that last little bit of friction that could boost her over the edge she now teetered on. At first it seemed as if she would fail, but then her captor gave one last hard thrust, one last deep grunt, and she toppled over that edge, moaning and shivering and pulling at the ropes that bound her. Warm waves of sensation pulsed through her, spreading from her groin straight up her spine to some ancient, primitive part of her brain. She arched her back more strongly, huffing and panting and moaning as she wallowed in the sensation. She heard her captor chuckle, and then felt his mouth on her swollen, achingly sensitive nipple. Another wave of heat and release exploded. Her body went taut, straining hard at the ropes, shuddering violently. She felt the back of her head pressing down hard on her thin pillow, but she was physically aware of almost nothing besides the violent, delicious tremors racking her body. At that moment, she wanted it to go on forever, but it faded away, leaving her sweat-soaked, exhausted, trembling and weak. When her captor switched his attention to her other nipple all she could do was shiver and whimper.

  “Good girl,” she heard him say to her as she lay gasping, utterly spent. Then he slapped her, twice, once on each cheek. They weren’t very hard slaps, but they brought her down and back to her state of helpless naked captive quickly. She gathered enough breath for a prolonged whine as she felt him dismounting first her and then the bed she was bound to. She didn’t know how long she lay there, limp and almost breathless, before she began to drift off to sleep again.

  ***

  I was waiting my turn in the kitchen, nursing a cup of weak coffee when Fred trudged in.

  “How’d it go?” I asked him. Fed sat down heavily on one of the empty chairs and sighed.

  “I swear, Jim just about rode that pretty blonde girl right into the ground,” he replied. “She was still pretty worked up when I got to her. That was okay. I like drivin’ with an engine that’s already warmed up, but she acted like she was runnin’ on fumes. Took me quite a while to get her to the point where she was beggin’ for it. Damn near gave myself a case of the blue balls by then.” He shook his head and got up to get himself some coffee.

  “She’s a sweet little piece,” he went on as he poured himself a mugful. “Did what I told her when I told her, even with Toy cussin’ and bitchin’ at me from the other bed. I tell you, that Toy needs some hard handlin’. Don’t hold back when you take your turn at her. Barbie’s a natural submissive, I think, whether she knew it or not beforehand, but Toy wants to be forced into it. She wants to be broken. She’s likely to have some bruises before her time’s up.”

  “You’ve been talking to Stan?”

  Fred laughed. “Hell, after all these years I can pick up on things almost as well as he does.” Standing by the kitchen counter, he took a sip of his coffee.

  “But that Barbie,” he shook his head again. “Damn, she’s just gorgeous. I could lose myself in those tits, but for everything else bein’ so mouth-waterin’. I’m gonna take a personal interest in her.”

  “No more Toy for you, then?”

  He laughed. “Not for a little while. She’s hot and tight, but I’ve always been a breast man. You know that. Toy just don’t have as much to play with as Barbie does. But when the time comes, I do want a crack at her round little ass.”

  “We all have our dreams,” I said. I pushed back my chair and stood up. “I’m gonna go live out one of mine now.”

  Fred chuckled. “We kinda figured you’d wanna try out the new piece. That’s partly why Stan had us tie ‘er down the way we did.”

  “Partly why?”

  “Yeah. We also figured she’d scratch and bite if she could. Jim wasn’t kiddin’ about havin’ to tie her hands to keep ‘er from scratchin’. You’ll still haveta be careful, but not so much that you won’t enjoy it. But that’s only part of it. We saw how you were lookin’ at Toy, and we all know how you like it. Well, she’s all set up for ya. Your only problem’s gonna be getting’ her to stick her ass up for you.”

  “I think I can convince her,” I smiled. I started for the playroom.

  “Best of luck with that,” Fred called out as I left the kitchen.

  I was feeling a little anxious as I went down the stairs. Well, not anxious exactly. It was more like a feeling of anticipation. I wanted to feel Toy’s hard little naked body under mine. I wanted to see how she’d fight, even when there was no way she could do anything but delay my ride a little. I wanted to be close enough to feel the warmth of her skin, to smell her, to hear the noises she made when I fucked her. I hoped she’d do that little trick with her pussy again.

  Barbie looked like she was sound asleep when I came into the room. I shut the door behind me louder than was necessary, and she didn’t stir. She did look a bit worn out, but she seemed okay. I turned my attention to Toy.

  She knew that somebody was there, but she couldn’t tell who. She wasn’t making any pretense of being asleep. Her head was raised, and she kept turning it as if she was trying to catch any hint of sound. She’d already heard Barbie getting fucked twice, and she had to be figuring that her turn had to be coming up.

  I unbuckled my belt and slid it out of the loops as quietly as I could. She still heard it, but she couldn’t know what it was. The silence seemed to be getting to her. The movements of her head were quicker and jerkier, as if she was getting nervous. I doubled the belt in my hand and edged closer to her. Now I saw her tugging furtively at the ropes that bound her to the bed. Yeah, she was getting nervous, all right. I let my shoe scrape along the floor as I raised the belt over my head.

  She licked her lips nervously. “Who’s…” she started to say. She never finished the question. I brought the belt down hard across her upturned ass and she yelped at the impact. I brought the belt down again, a little harder, and she screamed. Now she was fighting her bonds vigorously, twisting and pulli
ng and baring her sharp white teeth.

  “Sonofabitch bastard!” she yelled. “Is this how you get off…”

  I cut her question short again with another lash from my belt. It wasn’t so hard this time, but it didn’t have to be. Her ass was already stinging from the first two hits, and any touch at all would hurt. She shrieked this time, struggling to get free. I gripped her by her throat, carefully, and pulled her head up.

  “Now listen, you contrary bitch,” I murmured into her ear. She whimpered as I went on. “I’m gonna fuck you just the way you are, so if you don’t want any more of what you just got you’ll get your ass up for me. Got that?” I gave her head a shake for emphasis. She whimpered again and tried to nod.

  “Good,” I let her go and straightened up. “Now do what I told you!” I snapped.

  She made a noise more like a snarl than a whimper, but I saw her arch her back, raising her tight round ass for me. She was going to have at least one good welt there. It would be something to show Barbie later. I gave our voluptuous blonde a quick look as I started to climb onto the bed with Toy. She wasn’t moving, but there was a tension to her body now that told me she was awake. Apparently she was hoping that if she just lay still she’d be left alone. Well, I wasn’t going to bother her. I knelt down between Toy’s parted legs. When I started to lower myself down onto her she arched her back more sharply. I put a hand between her legs. She wasn’t quite wet enough yet, so I slid a couple of fingers up into her to make her wetter. She made a hissing noise when I did that.

  “Enjoy yourself, you creep,” she gritted between clenched teeth.

  “Quiet,” I ordered her. I gave one taut ass cheek a spank with my free hand. She yelped, but kept her position for me. She was just about wet enough now. I pulled my fingers out and slid my pants down. I had to push her knees further apart with my legs. She didn’t fight that, but she made an angry noise. I could see the side of her face. Her lips were drawn back, showing her teeth. When I thrust my cock into her, she whined loudly.