Hunting Party

by S. J. Lewis

  Maybe they were done punishing her. Maybe not. She thought that they probably weren’t, and drifted off to a fitful sleep populated by enticing nightmares of her captors doing things to her while she struggled and screamed and no one came to rescue her.

  ***

  They were both pretty groggy when we came to get them later. Neither one of them made a fuss when we took them to get cleaned up, but the cold-water rinse still made them shriek. We’d put them through a pretty rough time, so we made a little extra effort when we dried and groomed them afterwards. Jim made a production ofbrushing out Barbie’s hair. He’d taken a real interest in her, to the point where he just about ignored Toy. We even used a little scented talcum powder. Once they were ready, we led them back to the lodge by their leashes to feed them. They’d learned well. Both girls entered the lodge on their hands and knees with no reminding. Both of them were also ravenous, but since we’d introduced Toy to anal sex we had to restrict her diet a little. She noticed, but she didn’t seem to mind much. They stayed on all fours or knelt while we took turns hand feeding them. Toy kept giving me steamy looks while I was feeding her, but Barbie couldn’t seem to meet anyone’s eyes at all. Once we’d fed them, we let them doze off in front of the fireplace for a while. We’d had to move the old bearskin rug. It needed some cleaning, so we laid down an old mattress in its place. It was clean, but it was also on the small side so the girls had to cuddle up real close for both of them to fit on it. Neither of them seemed to have any objections. It was a promising sign.

  We started them on a little girl-girl action that evening, after Stan decided that they’d had enough sleep. They were both a little reluctant at first, but after a bit of spanking they became more pliable.

  “That’s it,” Stan encouraged them from his easy chair. “That’s it. Keep going. And get closer, dammit.”

  The girls were kneeling on the mattress while we sat around watching. They were kissing tentatively. While they had their arms around each other, there was still some open space between their bodies. Barbie was nervous and shy about it. I’d expected that. I hadn’t expected Toy to be shy as well. She’d been happy to follow any orders we gave her to dominate Barbie before, but tonight she was acting very differently. At Stan’s command they inched a little closer to each other. It looked as if their breasts were touching, but their arms were in the way so we couldn’t be sure. Their kissing looked more sisterly than Sapphic. It was still pretty interesting. I mean, they were still two naked girls holding each other and kissing, but it wasn’t anywhere near as inspiring as it could have been. We’d been through this sort of thing before too. Sometimes they just need a little help and encouragement. All Stan had to do to provide that was stand up and brandish the riding crop we’d used to spank them before and pretty soon they were nipple-to-nipple and navel-to-navel.

  Toy showed some of her old spark when she pulled Barbie’s head back by her hair and began kissing and nibbling at Barbie’s neck. Up until then, Barbie hadn’t been blushing at all, but the minute Toy did that her pretty face and neck took on that pink glow we’d come to recognize. When Toy moved down to Barbie’s breasts and nipples, so did the blush, and Barbie started moaning. That went on for a little while, and then Barbie straightened up with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She grabbed Toy’s hair and started to pull her head back. They struggled like that for a long moment, glaring into each other’s eyes, and then Toy moaned and yielded. Barbie bent her way back and feasted on Toy’s breasts and nipples, making Toy moan more loudly. I’m not sure exactly what happened next. Toy made some kind of move, pulling Barbie forward and to one side. She started to fall over. Toy wrapped her arms tightly around Barbie and twisted so that they fell onto the mattress on their sides. It turned into a strange wrestling match, with a lot of moaning and grunting. We had to stand up for a better view of it. They were kissing with a lot more energy now, but even the kissing looked like a struggle for dominance. Barbie had a small advantage in size and weight, but Toy seemed to be a little stronger. Neither one would yield. They were a tangle of arms and legs, wrestling and grunting and occasionally flashing tits.

  The problem with a show like that is that if it’s really good eventually you break it up, no matter how entertaining it is, because you’re too aroused to just stand there and watch it any more. We had to pry the girls apart before we could drag them down to the playroom, and it took all five of us to do it.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Toy’s body shivered and shuddered under my hands as I rubbed the oil into her back, working my way down from her shoulder blades to her cute little sacral dimples. She was almost purring. As I stopped to pour a little more oil onto her warm flesh she turned her head to give me another one of those steamy looks, along with a sly little smile. She knew what was coming. She wriggled her ass suggestively.

  We were alone together in her stall. I’d tied her down, spread-eagled, but with a little slack in the ropes so that she could move. I’d spread an old sheet over a fresh layer of straw for her to lie on. From Barbie’s stall came the sounds of whipping and muffled screams. It sounded a lot worse than it was. We had nasty-looking little cat-o-nine-tails that we’d bought on line. They sounded painful when they hit, and they could really sting something fierce if you swung them hard enough, but they were too light and flexible to do any serious damage. Barbie was going to find it painful to sit down for a couple of days, and it might take a little longer for any bruises to fade away, but she’d be fine.

  It was the last night of our hunting party. Barbie and Toy had been molded into two of the sweetest submissive playmates we could have wished for, but it had to end, just like everything else does. I began stroking the backs of Toy’s thighs with my oily hands. She shivered again and spread her legs a little wider. I’d piled the straw a bit higher under her hips, and the effect was interesting. I knew without having to check that her pussy was wet in anticipation.

  We always tried to make our playmates’ last nights memorable. There was no doubt that Barbie would remember it. I was going to make sure that Toy would as well. I began working the oil in, up and down Toy’s strong legs until she was moaning and wriggling. She liked the foreplay. I liked to drag it out until she started begging. I gave her inner thighs a good massaging before I poured more oil onto her cute round ass. She squealed as a bit of it ran down between her legs, and she squealed again when I pulled on the latex gloves and started oiling up her anus.

  She didn’t clench up any more when I did that. Well, not much. There was still a bit of reflex there that she couldn’t control. I applied the oil liberally, thrusting first one finger and then another up inside of her. She squealed and wriggled very nicely. She’d come to enjoy anal sex, as long as she was tied down…or up… and helpless. She was as ready for it now as I could make her.

  But I still had a few little touches that I wanted to add. First, I fitted her out with a bit gag. She opened her mouth for it readily and let me set it firmly between her teeth. It wasn’t as big around as the one we usually used, so I was able to slide it further back, almost as far as her very back teeth. She complained a little when I buckled tight enough for it to be a bit uncomfortable. The complaining was accompanied by more ass-wriggling, though, so maybe her actual complaint was that I was taking too long.

  I had one more little surprise for her. The vibrator was small and quiet. It didn’t make any noise unless you were holding it next to your ear. It was shaped like an egg, with a wire running out of one end that connected to the batteries and controls. I switched it on and carefully slid it into Toy’s pussy. Her head came up and she squealed loudly, but she was slick enough that it went in easily. She tried to twist her head around to see what was going on, but a sharp slap on her rump told her not to and made her squeal again. She started writhing in her bonds. The vibrator might not make any noise, but it worked very, very well.

  There was one last detail to attend to. Her body was slick and glistening with oil. I didn’t want to get any o
n my clothes, so I straightened up and began to undress. Toy didn’t have to turn her head very far to see me doing that. Up until recently, we’d been fully or partly clothed when we fucked our playmates. A few of them had told us that it was exciting for them to be used that way. Tonight, I wanted to feel Toy’s flesh against my own when I took her. I knelt between her legs and slapped her ass again, hard. She jerked and yelped and arched her back for me. She wanted it badly now.

  One thing she hadn’t noticed about the bit gag was that it was equipped with reins. I took them in my hand and pulled on them, gently but firmly. Toy’s head came up. She grunted, trying to support herself on her elbows. At the same time she tried to get up on her knees. There was just enough slack in the ropes to let her do that, but it couldn’t have been a comfortable position and she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long. I slapped her ass once more and took my cock in my hand to guide it home. As always, Toy squealed at the first contact, then moaned as I slowly pushed my cock up her sweet little ass. This wasn’t her first time, or her second, or even her third, but for all of the practice she’d gotten recently she was still nicely tight and gratifyingly sensitive. Her moans changed to groans as I buried my cock in her. I could feel the vibrator myself now. It was a nice little extra. I could also feel Toy’s skin against mine as I lowered my weight onto her, as well as the muscles beneath it. She strained for a moment, trying to support my weight as well as hers, but she couldn’t. She groaned again as her elbows and knees slid out from under her, and grunted as she was stretched out flat and some of her breath was pushed out of her. She started to struggle, pulling against the ropes that held her. I don’t know why she always did that. She knew she couldn’t get free. Maybe she just felt that she had to do something. I guessed that she must be a pretty active bed partner if she wasn’t bound.

  I started pumping her then, fast and hard. She squealed and grunted and struggled like mad, again, like she always did at first. I took her reins in my teeth so I could support my own weight and still control her and kept pumping. Now I went for depth and power. Toy moaned and quit struggling, but she kept her back arched. Her moans started coming louder and louder until she was almost howling. It felt like her ass was getting tighter and tighter around my cock. I rammed myself up her ass, hard. She shrieked. I did it again, and she shrieked again. Once more, and I suddenly came without warning. Toy heard me groaning and she went limp and let out a long, deep sigh. I heard her inhale and then she started making low, crooning noises. I was still inside of her, and the vibrator was still working, but she barely moved until I slowly pulled myself out. Then she moaned and shuddered a little and went limp again. I left the vibrator where it was and ungagged her.

  She worked her jaws a little and asked for some water. I gave it to her, holding the bottle to her lips while she drank. Now that I wasn’t completely focused on Toy, I could hear feminine moans and whimpers and masculine grunts of effort coming from Barbie’s stall across the way.

  “Ahhhh,” Toy breathed as she finished drinking. “Thank you.” She lowered her head and just lay still, splayed out by the ropes, for a moment. Her face was turned away from me.

  “That was it, wasn’t it?” she asked in a small voice.

  “That was what?” I asked.

  “My last ass-fucking,” she replied. “I’ve been keeping track of the days. We go free tomorrow sometime, right?”

  “Yes,” I answered. “A boat will take you to the landing near the general store. Emma will pick the two of you up there. She’ll have your…”

  “Stop.” Toy said. She turned her head towards me. “Don’t tell me about what Emma will have. It’ll make me feel like a whore.”

  “I’ve heard that before,” I said. I ran my hand along her bare back. She hadn’t asked to have the egg removed, so I left it where it was.

  “Are you my last for the night?” she asked.

  “Maybe,” I shrugged. “I don’t know.” She looked at me silently, and then smiled.

  “You like fucking me up the ass, don’t you?” she asked.

  “It’s the way you react to it I like best,” I answered. When they know it’s the last night, and it’s all coming to an end soon, they always want to talk. We always let them. I could still hear grunts and moans coming from Barbie’s stall.

  “I lied, you know,” her smile turned a little sly.

  “About?” I prompted her.

  “I tried anal sex before…just once. I didn’t much care for it then.”

  “And now?”

  Her expression softened. “It makes me feel like a slut,” she said. Then she shivered. “You know, you wouldn’t have to tie me down like this if you wanted to do it to me again. I’d get on all fours and let you do it.”

  “The night is young,” I said and took a swig from the water bottle myself. “I may take you up on that offer.”

  “Mmmm…” she purred and moved her hips suggestively. “Would you make me suck your cock first, to make you big and hard so you can use my ass?”

  “Probably,” I nodded. “And after I made you suck my cock I’d fuck your pussy hard before moving on to your sweet ass.”

  “Mmmmm…” she purred again. “And would the others be watching while you did that?”

  “You really do feel like a slut, don’t you?”

  “Completely shameless,” she nodded. “At first I didn’t think I’d particularly care for what you guys hired me to do, but the money was good, and I needed it.”

  “Changed your mind, did you?”

  “Well,” she turned coy. “Let’s say I had it changed for me. I’m kind of sorry about one thing, though.”

  “What’s that?”

  She sighed, a long, contented sigh. “I think I gave up my ass a little too quickly. If you want Barbie’s ass, you guys are going to have to pay for it.” She looked at me silently for a moment. “You do want her ass, don’t you?”

  “Oh, yeah,” I nodded. “But we don’t bring our playmates out here again. We always get new ones.” I reached out and slapped her round, firm rump once, gently.

  She turned serious. “Why is that?” she asked.

  I shrugged. “It’s always a challenge breaking in a new playmate. They only have a hazy notion of what to expect, and we have no idea how they’ll react.”

  Toy frowned. “Isn’t that kind of a waste?” she asked. “I mean, you get a girl all broken in and then you just…let her go? That’s kind of like buying new shoes every month, isn’t it? I mean, once you get a pair broken in you just discard them and go get a new pair?”

  I laughed. “Is that how you see it?”

  “Well…” she looked away, nibbling at her lower lip, thinking. Then she looked back at me.

  “My name is Jeanne,” she said. Now she looked completely serious.

  “Pleased to meet you, Jeanne,” I smiled. “Why are you telling me this now?”

  The sound of whipping drifted over from Barbie’s stall, accompanied by muffled grunts and yelps from Barbie.

  “What are they doing to her over there?” Jeanne asked, twisting her head to look in that direction.

  “I can guess,” I replied. “Barbie’s been a bad girl. Oh, she kept it all within the rules, but that doesn’t stop us from punishing her for it. Right now I’d say she’s on her knees with her hands tied behind her and her mouth full of cock, sucking like she’s never sucked before while her ass gets whipped.”

  Jeanne shuddered. “Ow,” she said quietly.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” I said.

  “What? Oh.” Her face reddened. “I was thinking that maybe, if you guys bring Barbie back here, you might bring me along too.”

  “I told you, we don’t do that.”

  “I know,” she looked down at the floor. “But…maybe, some time, if you wanted some company, you might give me a call or an e-mail or something.”

  “Just me?” I asked.

  “Just you,” she looked back up at me. She paused, thinking. “Well, may
be you could bring a friend or two along.”

  “We don’t do that either,” I shook my head. “It would lead to too many complications.”

  “Really?” she raised an eyebrow. “But think about it. I’d meet you wherever you wanted. You could keep me naked for a couple of days and do whatever you wanted to me.” She smiled wickedly. “Picture me naked for you, all hot and sweaty or all chilly and shivering, waiting obediently on my hands and knees, ready to take your cock wherever you wanted to put it: In my mouth…in my pussy…or in my ass. Wouldn’t it be a shame to waste all that training you gave me?” She wriggled her hips again.

  “You have an interesting way of bargaining,” I admitted. “But we don’t do that. Anyway, next year, six months from now, maybe even tomorrow you’ll change your mind. What you ought to do instead is find a boyfriend and teach him what you like. You can train him. Believe me, he’ll thank you for it.

  Jeanne sighed. “Maybe you’re right,” she said unhappily. “You guys have done this before. I haven’t. But…think about it, won’t you?”

  “Oh, I can guarantee I’ll be thinking about it,” I chuckled. “You’ve got one of the sweetest asses I’ve ever tapped.”

  “Okay,” she nodded. “Now, think about this. That damned little buzzer you’ve got up my pussy has got me incredibly horny. Why don’t you untie me and then go clean yourself up. You can leave my collar on me and chain me to the wall with it if you want, but even if you don’t when you get back I’ll be waiting here for you, on my hands and knees, ready to let you stick your cock into me anywhere you want.” Her eyes had gone all steamy again. I knew that she meant exactly what she’d said, and that she’d do exactly what she’d said.