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Girlfriends weekend hunt – part 1
I’m Erica and my friends are Lisa and Alison. This is the story of something we planned and did together. But it didn’t turn out the way any of us thought it would.
The 3 of us were all accomplished fighters, and we all had some hunting skills too. We became acquainted in an internet group, and decided that an “in-person” meet in the “real world” would be a fun thing. We all were very competitive, and LOVED competing with, and defeating other women. Mostly in fights, but really in ANY area of competition, we would ALL want to emerge the sole victor. Defeating another woman, abusing her, and making her a sexual slave was the ultimate rush for each of us, and we were all VERY good at this. Naturally we all were attracted by this common interest and became “cyber-friends” friends. We had not really competed against each other yet, and we all agreed, friends or not, that we wanted . . . NEEDED . . . to test our skills against each other in REALITY. We decided to actually meet and resolve this . . . which one of us was really SUPERIOR.
We made our plans, and finally met at a very remote hunting lodge that Lisa knew about, and she was able to lease for the year. It was a very nice place, quite luxurious, but almost impossible to get to, surrounded by dense forest and swamps. The lodge itself was in the center of several square miles of private preserve, and that was in the center of a government wildlife refuge. The nearest humans, other than the 3 of us were many miles away. It was exactly the right place for what we had in mind.
When we finally met “in the flesh” so to speak, there was a variety of sizing-up and social “sniffing”, but we got through that easily and relaxed. It turned out that we really LIKED each other, found each other attractive, developed even more mutual respect. We settled down in the lodge, had some wine, and talked into the evening. We all got to know one another personally, and discussed our planned contest. After some discussion, we all agreed that a HUNT was the thing to do. We liked the higher risk and the greater reward that a life-or-death competition would provide. Once we made that decision, we easily reached agreement on the “rules” that we would follow. We were all keen on the importance of this being a FAIR competition. The rules we decided upon were:
We had met at the lodge in the early afternoon and between our getting acquainted, having our drinks, even a bit of late lunch the time had flown by. As we talked and developed a comfort level among ourselves, we relaxed more . . . eventually clothing came off (the lodge was pretty warm). Most of our discussion was conducted wearing our lingerie, and eventually even that came off. Somehow our mutual interest had so quickly developed into friendship, then attraction (we all WERE very attractive ladies) and finally became LUST. Admiring strokes and caresses became kisses, then much more. We sampled each other in all possible ways, all possible combinations, everything you would think of . . . and probably more. I think it was also a bit of “good-bye forever” passion. While we all “loved” each other at the time, we all had in the back of our minds that some of us would not survive. We sprawled and squirmed about on the huge, soft rug in the center of the room. We were all slick with perspiration and must have seemed like slippery, wriggling fish, and our mouths, tongues and hands were busy. There was so much kissing, licking, rubbing, grinding together of bodies we hardly knew who were doing what to. I have no doubt that it was a beautiful sight, but we were all lost in the moment. Our sexual energy finally began to run down and we realized it was almost midnight. We had to be up and out early the next morning, and suddenly we all became serious . . . no one wanted to be out there hung over or tired. It was time to sleep. I proposed a last drink as a toast to “us” and our adventure, and Lisa and Alison agreed, “just ONE more”. I got the last half bottle of wine, poured a glass for everyone, and we toasted and drank.
I probably shouldn’t have done what I did, I felt a little badly about it later! But the fact remains that I DID it. I knew that Alison and Lisa had been long-term friends, and I couldn’t put it out of my mind . . . it worried me. WOULD they “play fair”? I didn’t know FOR SURE, so I convinced myself to “take measures”. It was probably too extreme, what I did, but I rationalized it. Besides . . . I really lusted after the trophies I would take from those two beauties, I wouldn’t be denied those beautiful heads, breasts and pussies . . . I wouldn’t.
So . . . when I poured that last glass of wine, I slipped a drug into their glasses, and they were out before they realized what was happening. I looked down at the two naked, sprawled bodies there on the floor. I couldn’t help licking my lips . . . what beautiful female flesh! I rolled them both over onto their backs
I looked at them lying there, and I began to feel some pangs of guilt. I was torn . . . I wanted to possess them, I wanted to USE those wonderful bodies of theirs. I WANTED the lovely trophies I would take from them. But . . . I had developed a real affection for them too. I rolled them both over onto their backs and spread each pair of legs slightly. I bent down and cradled first Alison’s, then Lisa’s lovely breasts, kissing then sucking hard on them. Even unconscious as they were, their nipples stiffened. Both lovely heads rolled slightly to one side with the mouths open slightly. My god . . . how absolutely SEXY they both looked lying there so helpless and exposed! Now I had a real LUST for them . . . and that triumphed over affection. I had to “do things” to them right NOW . . . I couldn’t wait even until tomorrow. We had all brought our “toys and tools” along, planning to use them on our defeated opponents. I went to my bedroom, opened my bag and selected one of my strap-on dildo’s. I would have preferred to use the largest, to hear them scream as I penetrated them roughly, but since I knew they wouldn’t feel anything this night, I selected a medium-sized one, strapped it on snugly, and returned to the main room. I spread Alison’s body out on the rug, and spread her legs wide. Then I placed Lisa’s body on top of Alison’s face down and spread her legs too. They lay there face to pussy and pussy to face. Alison’s breasts were pushed aside by Lisa’s hips, and vice versa. I kneeled and slid my dildo deep down Lisa’s unresisting throat, pumping in and out and throat-fucking her. Then sliding it out, nice and wet by now, and slammed it deep into Alison’s pussy, then her ass. I fucked her for a while, then I reversed the process with Alison’s mouth and Lisa’s pussy and ass. I don’t know how long I took them this way . . . I was lost in the power of it. I think I orgasm’d a couple of times, I really don’t remember . . . I was in that special “zone”. Finally I rolled both women over on their backs again, and just savored the sight. Two dripping, glistening, blossoming pussies, two beautiful faces, blissfully unaware of how they had just been violated. I was still uncontrollably horny and I knelt down straddling each pretty face in turn, and rubbed myself all over them. Of course I orgasm’d again and again as I smeared those faces with my juice. Finally I got to my feet, sated for now, and almost exhausted, my legs trembling. NOW that I’d used my new friends this terrible way, I was really feeling some guilt. They had trusted me to uphold my part of the bargain we’d just made and I’d betrayed them. I felt awful, even though I had enjoyed doing it so, SO much.
Those fleeting but strong feelings of guilt bothered me. What I had done to them wasn’t really fair. I felt that I needed to do something to make everything more fair and even. I had first intended to simply take them home with me and keep them as my sexual slaves and prisoners, but now I knew I just couldn’t do that to them. No I decided . . . there WOULD be a hunt tomorrow. I still wanted to hunt those two, to chase them through the forest and swamp, knowing their fear and desperation to escape me. They already knew me well enough to know what I would do to them if I caught them, and they certainly would run. But I knew I’d have to give them SOME sort of chance. I knew that I couldn’t just let them wake up now, knowing what I’d done to them, they would both turn on me for sure, and god knows WHAT they would do to ME. I wasn’t sure exactly how I’d accomplish that, but I knew I would. I would HAVE to think of a way to make the odds more even though, it was only fair. I needed an idea.
I knew they would be out for hours, so I looked around the lodge, in all of the other rooms, around outside (it was a bright, full moon) to see what I could see. Outside, behind the lodge was a large metal frame with two uprights and a long crossbar. The thing was built of metal beams, and was really solid and sturdy. From the crossbar, there hung several pulley/chain/hoist type apparatus. I recognized it as the gutting and butchering area that was used for successful animal hunts, deer hunts and the like. There was a large “butcher-block” table just beside the hoisting frame. I smiled as I imagined those two smooth, lovely bodies that were lying inside hanging there . . . but NO . . . I HAD to think of a way to make this reasonably fair, at least as much as I could without simply letting Lisa and Alison wake up tomorrow morning. That would be the end for me I was sure!
There was nothing outside really useful to me right now, so I went back into the lodge. In one of the rooms, there were “supplies”, and some very strange items were in there. Everything imaginable there, and as I rummaged through everything I began to get my “fairness” idea. I selected three heavy-duty locking collars. The three were not all the same, however. Two contained radio trackers that let the wearer know where they were in relation to a “home signal”, by beeping more frequently the nearer they were to the home signal. These would be for Alison and Lisa so they would have some way of knowing when I was near. That should help them considerably as they tried to stay away from me. I placed them on those two lovely necks and locked them shut. The other collar, I would wear. It was set to administer a debilitating shock to the wearer at a pre-set time. I made sure the current time was set right, and set “shock time” for 7:00 am, 24 hours from the start of the hunt tomorrow morning, the agreed end of the hunt. There were switches on THEIR collars that would disable the shock mechanism in MINE if they were both switched off, so if I got BOTH of them before 7:00 pm day after tomorrow and turned the two switches off, I could stop MY shock from occurring. But . . . If they could avoid me until then, THEY would have ME. I felt a shiver run through me . . . it was really TOO fair . . . to Lisa and Alison! I bit my lower lip, thinking, hesitating . . . and finally I snapped and locked the collar onto myself before I could I could think further on it. I had a flash of foreboding, but it was too late to change my mind now.
There were all sorts of clothing items as well in many sizes. I knew it would be hot tomorrow, both day and night, so I decided to wear lightweight shorts and a cut-off tank top. Comfortable boots were the only other thing I needed, and there was a pair just right for me. I was all set. The shorts and brief top would be fine, I thought. We had all taken a little walk around near the lodge and although the forest and swamp were very dark and heavy, there seemed to be no undergrowth or brush and I thought comfortable and light was the best way to go for me. I chuckle as I consider what Lisa and Alison will be wearing . . . SKIN! But you know if it WAS a brushy, brambly area, I WOULD protect them. I might want those two smooth pretty skins for trophies, and I wouldn’t want them marked up. I think they’ll be fine naked though, it will certainly help keep them cooler, and it will be MUCH more fun for me . . . after all, prey animals don’t wear clothing.
A couple of water bottles for me, it will be HOT tomorrow. I wish there were a way to provide water to my prey, but I think perhaps I won’t try to do anything for them. They can drink from the pools in the swamp if they get thirsty enough. I select a belt with a small “fanny pack” type of pocket on it, and there I put keys to all three collars. I also select a long, sharp hunting knife and attach that to my belt. Then I found a little rucksack to carry on my back, for water and a small selection of my “toys”. When I begged them, I might want to “play” a bit first. Our collars are ALL locked until after 9:00am, the day after tomorrow, unless I got both of the ladies before then. That gave all of us about 36 hours for our little “game” to finish. That should be plenty of time I think. Before I go back to the main room, I pick up two sets of thin cables with good, solid locks, and put those keys in my pouch too. I’m not giving those two tooooo much freedom . . . all I want them to be able to do is RUN! In my mind I feel that I’ve given them a fair chance . . . more than fair.
When I’m back in the main room, I see those two beauties sprawled out on the floor. I feel a great affection and tenderness towards them . . . but also a great lust and desire. Yes, I WANT them . . . I want them BOTH! I’m feeling confident again . . . how could I possibly lose . . . they WILL belong to me! I truss their arms tight behind their backs with the cables, wrists held together, elbows pulled so tight they touch. When I feel I have them both bound securely, I snap on the locks. Then I give them each an injection of the antidote. It will be safe, they are trussed up and can’t go anywhere or get at me. I feel a bit tired, and when I check the time . . . it’s after midnight already. Shit! I promised to start the hunt at 7:00 am, and I WILL. I stagger to bed locking the door behind me (can’t be too careful), set the alarm, and drop into an immediate deep sleep.
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My alarm awakens me, and I hear scuffling and bumping from the main room, and loud voices through my closed bedroom door. I get up, quick shower and toothbrush, dress . . . and I’m ready for the hunt. I go out into the main room to see what my trussed up darlings, Lisa and Alison, have been up to.
The instant I step out into the main room, I see them both squirming and struggling on the floor, and they see me. They burst out in such a chorus . . . it made me smile. “Erica, you bitch!!” “What do you think you’re doing!” “THIS isn’t what we agreed to!” “If I get my hands on you, Erica!” “Damn you . . . let us go right now!” “I’ll get you Erica, you treacherous bitch!” Alison was almost 6 inches taller than Lisa and looked to be stronger too, but of the two Lisa was much more the fighter. Alison was more laid-back and milder, but even she was almost crying with anger and frustration. And I know Alison felt a little more fear than Lisa, Lisa was just ANGRY. I could see the fear in Alison’s eyes, but just malevolent hatred in Lisa’s.
I explained everything to them about the shock collars and how they were set, emphasizing that I was wearing one too. Either they didn’t really hear me or they didn’t care. They were still so very angry with me. Yes I HAD cheated, but it was done now and I wasn’t about to un-do it. They kept at it, begging me, cursing me and threatening me as I dragged them out in front of the lodge. I got them both to their feet and said, “well girls, it’s time for some fun”. They stood there glaring at me, and I had to say, “I’m giving you a head start, but you’ve already used up 2 minutes, only another 13 and I can start shooting. Lisa looked like she wanted to charge me, but she saw the dart gun at the ready and realized she couldn’t chance it. Alison said, “come on Lisa, we need to get going, come ON”! They took off through the meadow in front of the lodge and headed for the forest beyond. I waited the 15 minutes, and then in a pang of guilt, I waited another 15-20 minutes. I didn’t know WHY I was trying to be fair . . . I REALLY wanted those two beautiful trophies. Finally I set out towards the woods. I was in no particular hurry. I saw which way they headed, I was a decent tracker myself and I also had the electronic trackers in their collars to guide me.
I followed their paths for a while, and then I saw they had split up and moved off in different directions. I wanted to get Lisa out of the way first, since I felt she would be the most difficult and dangerous, so I followed the trail I took to be hers. Sure enough, one of the tracker signals was getting stronger than the other, but I realized I couldn’t tell which collar was which, and couldn’t be positive whether I was trailing Alison or Lisa. Well, I was pretty sure I had picked Lisa’s trail, so I kept following.
I walked through the forest for hours following the trail I saw and the electronic tracker signals. I’m in good shape, but I was getting tired, and all my rowdiness with the girls last night and the short sleep I had were catching up. Shit . . . I shouldn’t have wasted my time fucking those two, I should have gone straight to bed and got some good rest. And THEY had plenty of “sleep” while they lay there drugged, they were probably well-rested. I could tell from the tracker that I wasn’t getting much closer to my prey. Rested or not, I never figured Lisa to have that kind of endurance, and I realized I needed to speed up and get her soon. I could tell it was already mid-afternoon, but I certainly wasn’t worried yet. I speeded up my pace a bit and after a while I could tell from the tracker that I was getting close to Lisa. The signal got stronger and stronger, and I could see that she had just passed here. Now I needed to be cautious. The dart gun was at the ready and I was alert. I saw movement ahead and knew I had her at last. As I came into a little clearing she turned and . . . it was ALISON, NOT Lisa I had been tracking. “Oh well, one down anyway”, I thought. As I came closer she backed slowly away, her fearful, tear-filled eyes darting around. She started to plead with me, “Erica, please don’t . . . PLEASE . . . we’re friends right . . . please don’t”. I smiled, aimed and pulled the trigger. The dart hit her in one pretty breast and she looked down at it with a surprised expression and gave a little yelp. Then she collapsed in the grass at her feet. I walked up and stood over her. She was immobilized except for her eyes which kept blinking and looking desperately around her. A beautiful trophy! I plucked the dart out of her breast. Now to get her back to the lodge and fortunately it wasn’t all that far. She had doubled around and was heading back towards the lodge when I caught up with her.
I roped her ankles together so I could drag her back by her legs, then I started out, dragging that long, lovely body through the grass. Part way back to the lodge I saw a large fallen log, and looking back at lovely Alison, I had an idea. I loved fucking her last night, but she was out cold and didn’t even know I was raping her. But NOW, the drug in the darts immobilized, but left the victim fully conscious and aware of everything. I dragged her over to the log then hauled her up over it so that she was lying across the log with her arse in the air. I found my large strap-on dildo in my pack, and strapped it on snugly. I came over to her head, pulled it up by the hair so that her pretty face was directly in front of me. Her mouth hung slack and open, drooling a little, but her eyes widened in fright. She knew what I was going to do to her! I slid the dildo into that pretty mouth and slid it in ever deeper. I face fucked her for a while, sometimes holding it deep down her throat until I saw her eyes grow especially wide and her face redden, from lack of air, but she couldn’t even twitch a muscle to resist. I would be a wonderful way to snuff her, but I didn’t want to do that . . . not just yet. When she had unwilling slobbered on my dildo, lubricating it nicely, I moved around behind her. Her pussy lips were blossoming and glistening wet. I plunged deep into her in a single hard thrust. I was using a very large dildo in my strap-on, and I know it hurt her, and I LIKED that it did. I pumped in and out relentlessly, fucking her long and hard. When I finally pulled out of Alison’s pretty pussy, my dildo was slimy and slick with her juices. But I wasn’t done yet. I spread her tender cheeks apart and positioned the tip right at her little rosebud. I knew she felt it there, and it was terrifying her, so I just held there for a time. Then I plunged into her ass even more roughly than I did into her pussy. I wanted to hurt her and I knew this would. I’m sure she would scream in pain if she could. Then again I fucked and fucked her as hard and deep as I could manage. Her hips were against the log, with no give, and she just had to take all I gave her. What a great rush of sexual power I felt . . . I was “hot” and wet and almost orgasming just from fucking poor, helpless Alison.
When I’d finished with her, all 3 holes, I went around and pulled her head up by her hair. I looked at that pretty face and I could see the hurt in her eyes, tears running down her face. I kissed her and nibbled at her lovely, lush lips, then licked the tears off her pretty face. I had spent so much time, just lost myself in this rape of my hunt victim, that I lost track of the time. It was beginning to get dark, and I needed to get Alison back to the lodge and hung up in the butchering area. I wasn’t going to “do” her tonight, I really needed to get after Lisa, but I thought the best thing would be to let her hang there until I brought Lisa in. Then I could take all my trophies at once, from both of them.
It wasn’t far to the lodge, and I pulled her off the log and dragged her back. I tied ropes tightly around each of her ankles, attached them to the hoist and hoisted her up upside down with her legs spread wide apart. All ready to butcher tomorrow morning. Let her think about that as she hung there overnight.
But now, it was late and getting quite dark. Just then I thought to pay attention to the reading from Lisa’s collar and saw it was very close. She had back-tracked and was coming back to the lodge. Was she intending to stalk me? That didn’t make sense, I was still armed and she still had her arms bound behind her back, she had to be smarter that. I pondered for a while, should I try to ambush her, should I go out after her, should I just wait her out? I realized how tired I was. Late night, little sleep . . . and I shouldn’t have wasted all that time raping Alison . . . but she was soooo lovely and tempting, just lying there in the woods, conscious but helpless. She had been irresistible for me. Well I did what I did, but I needed to get smarter to get Lisa by the time the hunt ended at 9:00am tomorrow. I bit my lip as I thought about the collar I was wearing. Why had I been so stupid as to try to “be fair”? Right now I just wanted both of them hanging there, waiting for me to take my trophies and butcher them. I decided to go inside, lock the lodge and get a little sleep . . . I was just too tired right now to function efficiently. Up early and out after Lisa would be better. If I got up before sun-up I would still have plenty of time . . . and she seemed to want to be near the lodge. Maybe she planned to try and ambush me somehow? O.K. . . . decision made . . . inside, rest and finish my business tomorrow morning! I locked the door and shuttered all the windows tight, me INside and poor Lisa OUTside. I knew I would get Lisa in the morning, I would have a nice, although short, night of bed rest, while SHE would sleep on the hard ground in the cold night forest. I would be fine after all . . . and I would have my two friends as MY trophies!
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