GIRL HUNTERS

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Close to the University, well stocked with young, nubile beauties, a group of hunters plied their trade.    But they didn’t hunt the animals that roamed the forests nearby, they hunted the girls that were foolish enough to enter their domain.

Always on the lookout for the prey, Michael spies a SUV parked at the foot of the mountain, catching a glimpse of five beautiful, scantily clad girls hiking up the mountain.    A quick call and Ivan, Duane and Vance join Michael, the Girl Hunters, a license to bag five girls secured.

The girls are caught one a time, the others scared off by gunfire, giving the men the time to take out their pleasures on the unfortunate girl captured.    Each girl suffers the indignities of four men taking her in every imaginable way and some unimaginable ways, perversions that they could have never fathomed.   Forced to strip naked for the men’s pleasure, some of them still virgins, probed and inspected, submitting to take the men in their mouths in hopes of keeping their innocence.

Vance loves the whip and the girl’s screams as the whip finds her treasures between her legs.    The girls are taken in all of her orifices, filled with the hard flesh of the men, some coerced into cooperating, the others taken while bound and spread.    It makes no difference to the men, enjoying the girl’s pain as much as their pleasure. The men’s sexual appetite are insatiable, the terror on the girls faces only making them hard again.

Will they escape the evil clutches of these men or are they doomed to a life of sexual servitude?

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EXCERPT

They were already bickering after only two hours of driving. “Shut up! All of you.” Brooke was sick of them and the trip just started. She had gotten them all to agree to the field trip to categorize the plant life in the woods to the east of the University. All of them needed the extra credit, none more then Brooke. While she wasn’t flunking out, her grades were mediocre. Like the other girls, she liked boys and partying much more then class work. Now it was crunch time, the semester ending soon, grades would go home to disappointed parents unless they did something quickly.

“Lighten up,” Kendra the first one to speak up. She knew that the extra credit was the only way she would pass this class, but Brooke took it way too seriously. While she was willing to spend the day trekking through the woods, she was not going to get so upset about it. After all, she had a harder time at the University, one of the few black students in a prominently white college. Not that she minded, most of the boys that chased after her were white. And as they say, we’re all pink on the inside and that’s all they cared about. She had a striking figure and never hid it, today being no different, her jean shorts clinging to her nice firm ass, her long black legs looking even sexier with work boots and socks. And the tee shirt could barely contain her tits. Damn, I’m looking fine today. Maybe I’ll find me a nice park ranger.

Brooke pulled the SUV into the empty parking lot at the base of the mountain. It was much more deserted than she thought it would be. They all got out; the other girls giggling like school girls as they got ready to go trekking through the woods.

Danielle was the most sensible one. She really didn’t need the extra credit, but all of the girls were her best friends so she volunteered to help them out. While not as beautiful as the other girls, she was still considered pretty. After all, the rest of them were the most sought after girls on campus. But what they didn’t know was that Danielle was still a virgin. She acted like she had experience with boys, but she really didn’t. Except for an occasional mutual masturbation, that was it. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex, she was just saving herself for her husband. It was an upbringing thing that the other girls wouldn’t understand. “Get your knapsacks and let’s get going. We haven’t got all day.” Danielle made the girls pack the necessities. After all, this was a remote forest and Danielle liked to plan for all contingencies.

“Yes, Mother,” Tara laughed at Danielle. “Always Miss Practicality.” Tara was a stunning beauty and knew it. Long legs, nice tits and a natural blonde, not like the rest of them. She flaunted her sexuality but few boys got past second base with her. She was picky, very picky. After all, she wasn’t going to let just any boy stick his cock in her.

Amanda was the last of the group. Shorter than the others, she had a body that was built for fucking. While she had short legs, her skirts were much shorter. And they molded over her nice ass. While her breasts weren’t huge, they were more than adequate for her size. And her tops never failed to accentuate her assets, generous cleavage revealed, often a piece of jewelry snuggled between her twin breasts to draw boys eyes to them. And she loved for the boys to lavish attention on them, even taking a cock between them and letting the boy masturbate until he shot his cum on her bosom. She had heard that cum had lots of protein, good for the skin. And her breasts were as soft as they could be. Today she wore a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass, more skin showing than they covered. She didn’t care that they would be out in the woods. You never knew when you are going to find a good man. She looked at this motley band, out of place for the woods but all looking fine. “Hell, we should get A’s just for looking this good!”

“Well, you won’t, unless we get some work done. Now get that lovely ass in gear and let’s go.” Danielle slapped Amanda’s ass, but all she did was cry out in pleasure.

“Yeah, maybe I should have let Professor Jolson spank me instead. That would get me an A.” Amanda threw the backpack over her shoulders, not failing to stick her tits out.

It was a strange sight to see five lovely girls, dressed scantily and sexily, trekking out into the dark woods. But for Michael, it was a wish granted. He heard the SUV passing his house, one of the few vehicles on the lonely stretch of road. His camera outside recorded all of the traffic, Michael checking it out on his computer. Damn, counting them in the SUV. Three, four, five of them. And from what he could see, all stunners. He sent out the e-mails, responses coming within seconds as if they were all waiting. Michael liked the privacy out here. But he had more sinister reasons. He was a hunter. And so were Duane, Ivan and Vance. Now this was still deer season, but that wasn’t what they would be hunting. He grabbed his binoculars and hopped into his truck. He sped off, hoping that he could catch them. He slowed down as he neared the small parking lot, pulling over into the bush on the side, getting out and closing the door silently. The black SUV was parked in the lot, the only one there. He grabbed the binoculars, following the trail that went into the woods until he found them. His binoculars captured the lovely ass of one of them, tight shorts that were more fitting for the beach, not wandering into the mountains. But his cock didn’t fail to notice the generous white skin that appeared, the shorts barely covering her crack, leaving her firm butt cheeks almost naked. He scanned the five of them, all luscious creatures. He watched them until they were out of sight, the dense forest swallowing them up. He called Ivan up on his cell phone.

“Meet me at the parking lot at the foot of the mountain. And bring Duane. Hunting season opened today, and I bought us a license to bag five.” He hung up, waiting ten minutes before Ivan and Duane showed up. Ivan was a massive man, a Russian, coming to America five years ago, rich from the privatization of oil in Russia, getting out with most of his massive wealth before the government clamped down on the excesses of the past. Ivan was used to the lawlessness of Russia. He enjoyed things that money could buy, lots of money.

Duane was a former soldier of fortune. His body was still fine tuned and honed for the skill of the hunt. He retired but still enjoyed the hunt and the money he made in the past assassinating unwanted politicians in foreign countries allowed him to enjoy the things that were forbidden in most societies. Vance, the last member of the hunting party, was a Senator. He had jaded tastes. His reputation with the ladies made headlines but paled in comparison to his real perversions that he carried out in secret.

“Take the SUV up to Crater Lake. Make sure it sinks to the bottom.” Crater Lake was a former mining pit, now filled with water, but it had to be at least four hundred feet deep. Anything that sank in it would never be found. Ivan hot-wired the SUV in a matter of seconds, his skills too numerous to mention. Duane followed him as they drove off.

It was half an hour before they returned, Vance arriving shortly after the others left. “They had a head start, but the way they were dressed, it won’t take much to catch up to them. We’ll drive them deeper into the forest first, then we’ll start the hunt.” Michael was the leader of the hunt. “What’s the game?” Duane was already drooling at the thought of the capture. The others were more the sportsman, the hunt just as important as the capture. Not Duane. His perversion was in what he would do to the prey once captured.

“Five of them. They look like college students from the University. We probably have a day or two before they’ll be missed. More than enough time. They look like cheerleaders, nice tight bodies, long legs. One of them is black. It’s been a while since we bagged a black one.” Michael grabbed his cock through his pants, already erect at the thought of what they would do to them. “The rope traps should catch the first one. Firing some close shots near them should get them scampering up into the hills, leaving their friend behind for us. We can take her to the cabin; she’ll take the edge off so we can enjoy the hunt. I just hope they make it enough of a game. I don’t like it when they get captured so easily.”

The others nodded in agreement, liking the terror they struck in the girls as they hunted them, capturing them one at a time until only one was left. It’s not that they didn’t enjoy the girls once captured, unspeakable perversions forced upon their lovely bodies, their screams only making them harder. After all, it was only a game. And they weren’t called Girl Hunters for nothing.