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!
Girlfriends weekend hunt – part 2
I blink my eyes as the alarm buzzes annoyingly. Time to get up and find and finish Lisa. I had set the alarm for before daybreak, so I could have a last go at Alison before setting out after Lisa. It was just so much fun raping her in all 3 holes yesterday after I had bagged her that I really wanted to do it all over again. After I had Lisa I would need to get on with slaughtering both of them and taking my trophies . . . too bad, Alison was such a lovely fuck that I thought about keeping her as a little fuck-pet, but no, I wanted their trophies, BOTH Alison and Lisa. But I thought as I quickly got out of bed and dressed, I know I WILL have time to rape poor Alison again this morning.
I dressed hurriedly and went out for another go at Alison. I knew I would be in a hurry, so I just strapped on my dildo over my shorts. She was beautiful, just hanging there shivering with the cold . . . and FEAR. When she saw me with my strap-on her eyes started to flow with tears. She was still immobilized by the drug I had shot into her with the tranquilizer dart, so she couldn’t put up any resistance, even though she would see and FEEL everything I did to her. I let her down from the from her hanging position and draped her inert, but conscious form face down over a butcher block table that was nearby, with her head hanging off one end of the table; her legs off the other. I spread those lovely legs apart and plunged my strap-on hard and deep into her pussy. I fucked her hard and rough and soon she was slippery with her pussy juice. Then, going around to her face, I grabbed her hair and lifted her face up, admiring it briefly. Tears flowed from her eyes down her face, and her mouth hung slack and open. “What a beautiful trophy she’ll make”, I thought, and I bent down and kissed her full lips and licked at her lovely, salty tears, then plunged my strap-on into her open mouth and deep down her throat. I held her by the hair as I throat-fucked her relentlessly, then forced my long, hard dildo deep into her throat and held it there. I saw fresh tears spring from her eyes as she rolled them around wildly, a desperate look in them. I knew she couldn’t breathe and for a moment I was tempted to just let her choke to death on my plastic cock. I savored her agony for a moment more then slid out and let her take a deep breath, and gasp for more air. Then back around behind, and pressing my dildo against her pink little ass hole, slid it easily into her. It was so slippery wet from pussy juice and saliva it slid deep into her easily, and I pumped in and out hard and rough, slamming against her pretty, plump ass. Then back to her pussy, then another round of her pussy, her mouth, her ass. Finally I realized that some time had passed, more than I had intended to spend at this. Damn that Alison, she was just too sexy and tempting. “Maybe just before I slaughter her I’ll fuck her some more”, I thought, but now I had to get going. I quickly hoisted Alison up on the butchering beam again, spreading her legs a bit wider this time. I slipped my strap-on off and just tossed it onto the butcher block, after looking at my watch I realized I really had to hurry and bag Lisa too. I grabbed my dart gun and set out. Damn my silly impulse of “fairness” in setting a timer on my OWN collar . . . “stupid, STUPID”, I thought now.
I hoped Lisa had stayed near the lodge, if not I might have a real problem. I picked up her trail easily though, and it led straight toward a river and swampy area nearby that I knew from yesterday was a dead end. Now I felt better. After a short time I saw that the trail was fresher and very clear now, and I thought I heard sounds ahead. Time to be careful now, she was nearby. I came out into a clear area and saw her just a few yards ahead of me. She spotted me at about the same time and froze, knowing that she was trapped. I smiled as I aimed at one of her luscious breasts and slowly pulled the trigger. Nothing happened, and I pulled the trigger again. Again nothing. SHIT! . . . the gun had jammed. I grabbed another dart from my pouch and hurriedly opened the dart gun, cleared the jam and put a new dart into the chamber. As I did this I momentarily took my eyes off of Lisa, and just as I looked up to take aim again I felt something hit me in the gut and slam me to the ground. Damn that little bitch, she had head-butted me and knocked the wind out of me for a few seconds. Well, she still had her hands cuffed behind her and I knew where the dart gun had fallen. I rolled over and started to crawl to reach for the gun, but Lisa had kicked it out of my reach. I had a brief flash of concern, but I KNEW I’d still get the little bitch. Somehow though, even with arms cuffed behind her back she had dropped to the ground and gotten her hands on the gun. She grabbed it and kept scrambling away from me and somehow got to her feet and held onto the gun behind her back. Now I WAS worried! I don’t know how she managed it but she got off a shot, and my heart sank as I felt the dart pierce my ass. In a few seconds I lay face-down on the ground, paralyzed and helpless. “Oh DAMN that bitch Lisa”, I thought, but I was frightened too.
I couldn’t see her now but I felt her feeling around in the pouch where I had the keys to the collars and to her cuffs. It took her a while, but she fished them out and after some struggling, she freed herself. I felt her foot roll me over so that I faced up, and then I saw her. She had freed herself completely, and although she was totally naked she was smiling broadly. She knelt down straddling me, with her pussy right in front of my face. Then she grabbed my hair to hold my head still as she slapped my face hard, then again and again, and HARDER. Finally tears blurred my eyes and ran down my cheeks as she said, “Well Erica, you cheating bitch, I guess you will get what’s coming to you”. I wanted to explain to her how I had tried to make it fair by putting that shock collar on myself, but of course I couldn’t say a word, just lie there staring at her and drooling. But when I thought about the collar my heart leaped with terror. MY collar would be going off shortly, and it would be just like Lisa to just let me lie there and slowly be electrocuted. My eyes began to fill with tears . . . but then she did a surprising thing . . . she kneeled over my and unlocked my collar. Well, I wouldn’t be getting shocked, but . . .
She didn’t say anything else, just began to strip off my shorts and blouse. She just tossed the blouse into the weeds, but she slipped on my shorts and belted them up. Now I was the naked one. She took the ropes I had brought and tied my ankles together, then began to drag me back to the lodge. I knew she’d hang me up next to Alison, and then . . .
It wasn’t far and soon we were back. She dragged me over to the butchering area right under Alison. I wondered what SHE thought as she saw me in this predicament. I was wondered if Lisa would set her free, they HAD been friends, after all . . . and I knew that Alison was wondering, HOPING, the same thing. Just then Lisa saw my discarded strap-on lying on the butcher block, and I’m sure she realized what had happened. She grinned widely and said, “well ladies, I guess it’s MY turn for some fun now”.
Lisa laid me across the butcher block, face up and spread my legs apart. Then she lowered Alison down from the butchering frame and laid her on top of me, but with Alison face-down. She faced us top-to-bottom so that my face was right below Alison’s pretty pussy and her face lay right against my pubis just above my pussy. We both knew what was coming as Lisa strapped on the huge dildo. She began on my mouth, deep-throating me until I thought I would choke to death, then moved the dildo up to Alison’s pussy and started to slam it deep into her. I could see everything, facing Alison’s pussy as I was and soon the dildo was a wet, slippery mess what with my saliva and Alison’s pussy juice all over it. She then moved up again, to Alison’s little puckered ass-hole and plunged into her poor ass hard, deep and rough. I could feel her slamming into poor Alison over and over again. Then she moved around to our other end and I could feel the dildo in my pussy pounding and slamming deep into me. Of course I would have been screaming, and so would Alison I’m sure, if we weren’t immobilized by the tranquilizer drug that we had been shot with. It was a drug that would keep its effects on its victim until the antidote was administered, hours, days even. As it was, all we could do was cry silently as the tears streamed down our faces. Then I felt Lisa slip the dildo out of me, and I could feel that she was throat-fucking Alison. After a time of this, she slammed into my ass. I would certainly have screamed then if I had been able, the pain was unbelievable.
I don’t know how long Lisa kept fucking Alison and I, but she went on and on. Finally she had been satisfied with her relentless raping of her two hunt victims, and she unstrapped the dildo and threw it onto the butcher block again. I felt the straps around my ankles tighten, then my legs pulled up. Lisa was hoisting me into the butchering frame, and soon I hung there head down, my legs spread painfully wide. I could then feel and glimpse occasionally her doing the same to Alison. We hung there side by side, just two pieces of meat now. My stomach clenched and fluttered with fear at the thought that I would soon be butchered like a sow, and I’m pretty sure Alison was thinking and feeling the same.
Lisa stood back to admire her captured prey, very satisfied with herself. And I thought, “if that damned dart gun hadn’t jammed, it would be HER hanging with Alison waiting for the knife”. Just then there was a sound in the underbrush near the lodge . . .
Even upside down I could see her eyes light up with caution, and some fear too. Was it an animal? There weren’t supposed to be any other people within miles of the place. Just as she began to turn around to try to see the source of the sound, her eyes went wide, and her mouth went into an “O” shape as she gasped out a surprised moan. Then she crumpled to her knees and fell forward, face down in the grass.
I could see the dart in her lovely ass . . . there was ANOTHER hunter in the woods. Then a woman stepped out of the forest and came over to admire Lisa. As the hunter looked up, I was shocked! I recognized her. It was my friend Debra. She looked over Alison and me appraisingly, and smiled. I knew then that I would be set free. Debra and I had been good friends for several years. We were both Dommes, and we had shared our subs often. She was a tough, nasty Domme . . . I was heartless and selfish, but Debra was much more so. Still, I knew our friendship would prevail. It would be so much fun for us to share Alison and Lisa, there might be a trophy for each of us. I was still drugged and motionless and mute, but I longed to say, “Debra, I’m so, so glad to see you, now get me down now and we can have a great time with those two bitches”.
But, to my surprise, her smile became a bit twisted and became a smirk. She kept staring at Lisa, helpless on the ground, and at Alison and me, strung up like sows for the slaughter. She stepped over Lisa’s body, and came over to us. She “inspected” Alison, stroking and probing her long, firm body, and muttering, “very nice . . . very nice indeed”. The she walked over to me and did the same, but finished with her fingernail digging into one of my nipples and twisting hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. I still didn’t understand . . . I thought she was having some fun being mean. Then she looked down at my face and said, “well Erica, I guess you’re in a difficult spot now”. The look in her eyes wasn’t playful at all, and my heart plunged into panic. “Oh no”, I thought, “no, NO”! She DID have a bit of a mean streak, so maybe she was just trying to scare me. If that was it she was doing a VERY good job of it. But deep down I felt she would just tease me for a while then let me go, and we’d be laughing together. We had been such close friends for so long I knew she wouldn’t really hurt me. Maybe those other 2, yes for sure them . . . but not me!
“Oh my”, said Debra, “you girls are in real trouble now, all 3 of you”. “I’m going to take all of you into the lodge, and have you as my helpless fuck-toys for a day or 2 before I slaughter you”, she told us, smiling a twisted smile. “Oh, and no-one gets the antidote before you’re strung up again on the butchering bar . . . just before . . . well, you know”, she said. “Until I get tired of playing with you, you’ll all be just like blow-up sex dolls . . . except REAL, and able to feel everything I do to you”, another smirk, then she turned to Lisa still lying motionless on the ground at her feet. She tied Lisa’s ankles tight with a length of rope and began dragging her into the lodge. Poor Lisa’s eyes darted around, and we could see the terror in them, this wasn’t what she had planned. When she had rented the lodge from Debra, she had seemed so NICE, but now . . . ! Debra pulled her inside and after a few minutes came out again, lowered Alison to the ground, trussed up her ankles and dragged her inside too. Then it was my turn. I knew Debra, how cruel and selfish she could be, but I thought I was her friend, I thought I would always be safe from her . . . but NOW I knew differently. She tied my ankles tight together, and they hurt as she began to drag me into the lodge with the other two girls.
After Debra had dragged me into the lodge I saw that she already had Alison and Lisa tied over a bench in the living room. She dragged me over to the bench also, and bound me down facing the opposite direction from the other two girls. But before she threw me down across the bench I saw something on the wall that had not been there before. There were about 25 large plaques, the type that are used for mounting big game hunting trophies. And four of them were “occupied” . . . by beautiful female trophies. I thought I recognized one of the women there, someone I knew who supposedly moved away to another city, then I was sure it was her. The other three were strangers to me. Below the lovely heads were also displayed each woman’s pubic “scalp” attached to her vagina and anal opening. A couple of them were smooth and bare and a couple had nice, well-trimmed pubic hair on them. And from each trophy plaque there hung something that looked like a sort of flattish, elongated object.
Debra threw me over the bench and took one down for me to see up close, in the meantime I wasn’t going anywhere, the drug would hold until the antidote was administered. She brought it up close and I could see it was a woman’s tongue, and it must have been cut out deep in her throat, down at the base. It must have been almost a foot long including the root that’s normally down in the throat. Debra said to me, “they’re tongues made into vibrators sweetie, isn’t that a nice idea”? My heart beat desperately, this would be worse than I thought. Then she took down one of the empty plaques and brought that over to show it to me. At the bottom it had a brass plate inscribed “Erica Bennett, July 1969 – June 2014”. Tears started to creep from my eyes and dribble down my cheeks. She said to me, “See dear, in a way you’ll never get any older. And in a few days YOUR pretty head and “parts” will be up on my wall too. Then you’ll always be as beautiful as you are right now. And I have plaques for your two nice friends too, so you’ll all be together forever”. If I could have screamed or sobbed I would have, but all that happened was tears streaming down my face. Of course I knew what would happen the moment I saw that wall and those trophies of Debra’s, but hearing it from her and seeing “MY” plaque made it so much more real and immediate. I knew my life was to last only a few days at best, maybe only an hour or so! And in the meantime, all the suffering that Debra could inflict on us.
Then she put everything back on the wall and threw me down on the bench facing opposite my two friends. So on one side of the bench was a lineup of Lisa’s pussy and ass, my mouth and then Alison’s pussy and ass. Then on the other side was Alison’s mouth, my pussy and ass and then Lisa’s mouth. Debra strapped on a huge dildo and I knew she was going to “make the rounds” until she got tired or bored. And then what, I wondered?
It seemed to go on forever. And she kept changing the dildo’s she used in her strap-on, using larger and larger ones with each “round” she made with the three of us. When Debra was finally finished with us I saw her standing there wearing the last dildo she had used on us. She was panting with exertion and absolutely dripping with perspiration . . . and she looked beautiful to me. But I was beyond sore! The last dildo she used must have been 18 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. When she throat-fucked us it must have reached into our bellies, and my throat was in agony from the thrusting friction. And both of my rear-end holes were throbbing in pain. I felt as if I were ripped open inside, I probably WAS, I’m sure Debra didn’t care in the least. I felt a trickle of something wet slowly dripping my inner thigh, blood, I wondered? Or had I orgasmed as I was being abused and raped? I couldn’t see the other 2 girls but we were laid out side-by-side, pressed together, and I could feel an occasional shudder or spasm run through both Alison and Lisa from time to time. I must have been doing the same.
Debra said as she stood over our helpless, inert bodies, “I’d love to play with you 3 bitches for weeks here, but I really can’t . . . I have some new guests coming in 2 weeks and the place needs to be ready”. AND, she said smiling”, I want those 3 pretty heads up on the wall for them to see, and those 3 nice tongues of yours made into vibrators for us to enjoy”! “I wonder who has the longest tongue”, she said laughing. “And then what’s left of you lovely creatures will provide plenty of meat for my next guests”, she said, giving the meat of my thigh a good squeeze. So tomorrow morning would be it for us! It had been horrible, but I didn’t want to die! I felt like sobbing or pleading with her, but of course I couldn’t . . . none of us really could. But I felt tears start to stream down my upturned face, blurring Debra’s smile. I felt slight shuddering from Alison and Lisa pressed against each side of me, and I was sure they were doing the same, crying as best we all could. I don’t think anyone would blame us, we all heard the same thing. Yes we “knew” before, but somehow hearing it spoken aloud made it more real. I felt especially bitter since I had planned for it to be ME who bagged Alison and Lisa and put their lovely heads up on that wall. Now I’d be joining them!
The lights went out and eventually I fell asleep. I suppose the other 2 did as well. But it seemed that almost immediately we were awakened by Debra. She slapped us smartly and said, “rise and shine bitches . . . time to get this over with”! I saw her grab Alison’s ankles and start to drag her out of the lodge. Poor Alison’s eyes were wide open and rolling around in fright, but there was absolutely nothing she could do except be dragged outside. After about 10 minutes Debra came back in and dragged Lisa out and she had the same wide-eyed, fearful reaction that Alison had. Another 10 minutes and she came back in for me. By then I had started to hear cursing and shouting outside and I guessed that once Debra had the girls helpless she had administered the antidote to our paralysis. Then she started to drag me towards the door, and I was as frightened as the other 2 must be. How many minutes did each of us have left to live? Not many!
There was a sturdy steel frame set up beside the lodge. It was the slaughtering area for hunted game. There were several hoists suspended from the steel I-beam that crossed the two uprights. As I was dragged to that area I could see Alison and Lisa struggling and screaming . . . but in total futility, since they had been hoisted up by their ankles and their legs were spread very wide apart. Their arms were still tightly bound behind them at the wrists and elbows, so their arms were of no use in their struggles. Debra must have given them the antidote to the paralyzing drug we had all been injected with. They both squirmed and fought wildly, screaming and cursing the entire time. They were a lovely sight and even in my sorry state I was aroused by their flexing and tensing muscles, their twisting bodies, perspiration streaming down those sleek bodies. Beautiful, I thought, even as I knew I would be joining them in a moment, and would be just as angry, frightened and desperate as they both were. And soon after that . . .
I was lost in some sort of haze, just taking in the scene, the beauty of my 2 friends hanging there, struggling and so very helpless. But as I was finally dragged under that beam myself and felt Debra tightening ropes one at a time around my ankles, reality came to me. My heart started pounding and tears started to run from my eyes. Oh my God, this was IT!!!
I heard the whirr of the winch motors and I felt my legs being slowly pulled upwards and apart. My torso and head dragged along the ground until they were finally lifted into the air. I had seen how wide Alison’s and Lisa’s legs were spread apart, but now I felt it myself. It HURT! The tendons and muscles of my inner thighs were stretched tight and the ropes around my ankles cut into my skin. Then I felt a sharp jab deep into my butt. It was a long needle that I recognized, I had used it on others at times. Debra had given me the antidote and in a few seconds I would be able to move again, not that I would be moving far. I gasped for breath, I began to breathe deeply. And I swiveled my head and twisted my body around so I could see everything around me, although it was an “upside-down” view of the world. I didn’t even think to speak at first, forgetting that I could. But I heard Alison and Lisa alright, they were frightened, angry and loud! But there was no one within miles to hear them.
As I looked around I saw again the butcher block table I gad seen only yesterday evening. Now there were a variety of tools and instruments hanging from the side of it, and several stainless steel containers of various sizes nearby, and some large plastic “tote-box” containers with lids. There were a couple of saws, some large bone-cutting shears, a selection of knives, some I thought were surgical scalpels and other things I didn’t recognize, but they ALL looked vicious. It was horrifying, it told me things I didn’t want to know. I felt like screaming but didn’t have it in me. I only whimpered piteously and felt the tears stream down my inverted face. I turned away from that awful sight and looked at my 2 friends. I didn’t really want to see what would happen to them, but I was mesmerized, couldn’t turn away.
Alison was frightened and was begging Debra to let her go, promising anything, as if Debra would care. And then she twisted around and saw me hanging there and screamed, “this is all YOUR fault Erica you bitch, if it weren’t for you none of us would be here now, I hope you suffer”! Then reassumed begging Debra, “please . . . PLEASE, don’t oh God please don’t do this to me, do Erica first anyway, please”! Lisa was frightened but angry as well and was cursing and threatening, “damn you, if I can get out of this you’ll see what I do to you, damn you”! Debra only smiled at this empty threat. She wasn’t wasting time this morning, she moved a large stainless steel pot underneath Alison. When Alison saw that she was even more terrified, she knew why it was placed there. Debra moved behind her now holding a large steel hook with a large ball at the short end and a loop at the long end. Alison screamed as Debra roughly jammed the ball deep into Alison’s ass. Then she gathered up Alison’s beautiful long, dark hair and knotted it into a tight ponytail at the top of her head. She took a length of rope and tied it tight around the ponytail, and then threaded the other end through the loop in the hook that was buried in Alison’s lush ass. Debra put a knee into Alison’s back and pulled her head up and back hard enough to stop her screaming and make her grunt with pained surprise, then she quickly tied it tightly to the loop.
Alison’s head was now pulled sharply back, her lovely throat arched and helplessly exposed. Now Alison was in such a panic she just started to scream and wail gibberish, not words any more, words were frightened out of her. She knew she had only minutes, perhaps seconds left to live. My heart thudded with the horror it must have been for her, that knowing. In a moment Debra was beside her with a long, thin knife. Without hesitation she placed it against Alison’s ripe exposed throat and sliced hard and deep. I heard a scraping sound and realized her throat had been cut all the way through to her spine. Her last shrill screech became a bubbling, gurgling sound, impossible to describe and so, so horrible to hear. I knew that I would make that sound too! I stared, fascinated as her bright red blood flooded out into the pot. It was like a faucet had been turned on, the rapid flow. I stared in horror at her, and I knew Lisa must have been as well, no one was speaking or screaming now. I watched in fascinated horror as poor Alison’s body shuddered and twitched in her death throes. Debra stood by patiently, her hand stroking Alison’s shuddering thigh. Finally Alison was motionless, and her last blood was only an occasional drop falling into the pot.
Lisa and I watch in horror, shocked into silence. Now Debra takes a different knife, a smaller one with a long, thin blade and goes back to poor Alison. I watch as she cuts around Alison’s pretty, well-trimmed “pussy scalp”, cutting deep around the outside of the vagina and the ass hole, then peeling the “scalp” skin off. Poor Alison’s sex has been taken away from her . . . but she neither knows nor cares. Then that trophy is tossed into a bowl on the table. Now Debra takes a saw and goes behind Alison and saws through her spine. All the throat flesh had been sliced clear through, so with this Alison’s head is separated from her body. Debra places her head on the table and I see her expressionless face, mouth slack, eyes staring into nowhere. Then Debra takes a pair of pliers and grasps the end of Alison’s tongue and stretches it out as far as it will go, then cutting deep in her throat, at the root of the tongue with that same slim blade she cuts and pulls her tongue free. Holding it up with the pliers she tosses it into the bowl on top of the other “trophy”. Alison’s tongue looked as if it were at least a foot long. Yes, it had been cut out deep in her throat, but still. I wondered momentarily if MY tongue was that ling, but I quickly banished THAT thought. Alison’s severed head sat there on the table, empty eyes staring, mouth open and slack . . . and now smeared and dripping blood. I looked again at Alison’s beautiful now lifeless body, stripped in a way of those desirable trophy parts. She was just a carcass now, only meat. But immediately Debra turned her attention to Lisa.
Lisa had been stunned into silence by what we saw happening to Alison, just as I was. But now she started up again. First cursing and threatening Debra, but then as she felt her hair knotted into that useful ponytail, the hook and ball forced deep into her rear, and her head pulled and tied back to expose her slim, tender throat, she too started to beg and plead. I could still only sob and whimper. What use would it be to say anything? None I knew. And I hoped I could meet my awful fate with more dignity that Alison had and Lisa now, but I knew I couldn’t. I knew that as the knife approached my vulnerable throat I too would plead desperately to be spared. I knew it would be futile, but I also knew I would do it anyway, and I felt ashamed.
Now I watched that same awful process repeated on Lisa, just as horrifying as it had been with Alison. And the container of Alison’s drained blood was moved over under Lisa. Their blood would mix and mingle. And later, mine too I supposed. But finally it was over, Debra was finished with Lisa too. Now her carcass hung there next to Alison’s, her pretty head was sitting on the table next to Alison’s, both of the staring into the void, pretty, sweet-lipped mouths slack and dripping blood. And her pussy and holes, and her tongue were in the bowl mingled with Alison’s. And I realized what was next, mine would join them in that bowl soon too. My heart thudded as desperately as a frightened animal’s . . . and I suppose that’s exactly what I was, wasn’t I? As I felt Debra knotting my long, blonde hair into that deadly ponytail, my whining and whimpering became that same desperate pleading I had despised when the other two had done it. I didn’t want to beg this way but I couldn’t stop myself. “Oh please Debra, please . . . remember how we used to be such good friends, please don’t . . .” Then she knelt down and gave me a sweet, deep kiss. Looking me in the eye she said, that’s right darling, you were my very BEST friend . . . that’s what makes this so wonderfully exciting, you’ll be my very favorite trophy Erica dear”. That was it, she stood up and continued . . .
I screamed as the ball of the hook was forced into my rear, it was bigger than it had seemed. Then my ponytail pulled and tied back, just like the others. Now I was insane with terror, begging and pleading mindlessly. Then I felt it . . . the blade run through my throat with a sudden, intense sharpness of pain, and my futile pleas became that same horrible bubbling, gurgling sound. I felt now what I had seen before, my helpless body twitching and spasming as my life drained away. And I saw it running bright red into that same pot, mingling with Alison’s and Lisa’s. There was something exciting about it, perversely “romantic” in a warped way, to my deranged mind. I needed air, my mouth gaped and gasped like a fish on dry land, but there was no air, why? I wanted to run away but my body wouldn’t respond to anything I wanted it to do. I could FEEL it, my muscles shuddering and tensing, but they seemed to be acting on their own. It was hard to understand what was happening . . . I was somewhere . . . but where? So . . . slowly my life drained and twitched away and finally merciful blackness came for me . . .
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Afterward . . .
Erica’s head and her tongue and trophy parts soon joined those of Alison and Lisa. Those three lovely, strong, vital women who just such a short time ago had been preparing to enjoy a wonderful time together were now simply cooling carcasses. Meat! Debra continued her work. She sawed each of the carcasses into quarters, just like livestock. There was a big walk-in cooler behind the lodge and Debra carried each lovely, meaty quarter there and hung them by wrist or ankle. They would cool and age there for 3 days and a butcher was scheduled to arrive then and finish making the girls into cuts of meat. Steaks, roasts, chops, ribs, some parts ground into sausage. And later that day Debra took her trophies to a female taxidermist she knew who was happy to prepare women as trophies for her.
Later, several days, the newest guests arrived. Debra entertained them with a wonderful meal, some tender, succulent meat they had never tasted before. And they were impressed with the trophies, now seven altogether on the walls of the lodge. They had a wonderful weekend together, but then it had to end, as all things must.
Do you wonder . . . whatever DID happen to those guests after their visit . . . ???
NOT to be continued!
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