As you all know we had a human hunt earlier in the week,I will be blogging various elements of the day.It was extreme,alternative,incredibly exciting and got everyone’s mind racing!
However,several of the ladies didn’t quite stick to the rules of the game and an innocent bystander was caught up in the play…..
He has,I might add been very understanding of the situation,and,under gentle duress written his account of his experience;
Human Hunt-from an innocents experience
‘Fresh meat!’ exclaims the red-haired woman, as I am unceremoniously bundled onto the floor. I look up and see a ring of women standing around me.
‘Who is that?’ says one of them. The speaker seems to be a figure of some authority here. She is wearing black leather boots, white skin-tight riding breeches and a dark see-through blouse that perfectly reveals her rounded breasts and her erect nipples. Her golden hair is tied back tight in a high pony-tail, and she holds a riding crop in her hand which she slaps against her thigh. I can’t take my eyes off her.
‘We found him in Witches Wood, Madame C’, say the redhead, ‘Miss Jenny and me.’
‘Well he’s not one of mine,’ says Madame C. ‘Anybody claim him?’
All the women around shake their heads.
‘And you found him like that?’ asks Madame C.
I am naked, gagged, hog-tied, face down on the floor. I am covered in mud and leaves, scratched and bruised. And there is something in me, large and hard, that shouldn’t be there – especially not there.
‘Well not exactly,’ says Miss Jenny.
Not exactly indeed!
It was a lovely balmy autumn day, leaves on the path, a squirrel scampering along the branch of a tree. I often walk in Witches Wood because it is so peaceful, and no-one else seems to go there. So I am surprised to see two women standing by the kissing gate, one on either side. I feel a flutter of anticipation – I just can’t help it. I sense they have noticed me – they must have heard the rustling leaves – but they are facing away from me.
The one nearest me, dark-haired, is wearing flesh-toned jodhpurs (so that from a distance she seemed half naked, her buttocks smooth and rounded), with long black riding boots and a brown hunting jacket, which is very slim at the waist and shows off her fine figure. The other, on the far side of the gate, has flaming red hair. She is wearing a cowboy-style fringed suede jacket, with matching chaps that reveal the tops of her bare thighs, and the fact that underneath she has on only the skimpiest of black leather thongs.
I can’t believe what I am seeing, and so I slow as I approach, very conscious all of a sudden about my own appearance. What should I do? Should I speak to them? As I near the gate, they turn to face me. And I have to catch my breath because they are both beautiful – and smiling at me.
‘Good morning,’ I say, trying to sound causal, ‘it’s a beautiful day.’
‘A perfect day,’ says Jodhpurs. With such attractive women I do not want to just pass by, but apart from exchanging such pleasantries I can think of no excuse to linger.
Jodhpurs steps back so that I can enter the gate. I smile at her, and look perhaps a moment too long into her eyes. Chaps is holding the swinging gate against the other side, and does not release it, and I see that Jodhpurs has blocked the entrance behind me. So I am trapped.
I chuckle nervously, looking from one to the other.
‘It’s a kissing gate,’ says Chaps, ‘and we want our kisses.’
Wow! What have I done that has brought me such good fortune today? If kisses are what they want I am more than happy to oblige. Chaps leans over the fence towards me, pouting her lips, and I in turn lean towards her. I feel Jodhpurs moving behind me, into the confined space of the gate.
And suddenly everything is dark, as a black bag is pulled down hard over my head from behind. I start to struggle but I have nowhere to move, and I smell a slightly pungent odour, and before I know it reality is slowly slipping away….
…. I come to on the ground. I try to speak but there is something rammed into my mouth that I can’t dislodge. Nor can a move my arms, and I realise my hands are tied behind my back. And my legs are tied too, at my knees and my ankles.
I look up fearfully at the women, and see that Jodphurs has a large knife in her hand. I frantically shake my head and try to protest, but can produce only a muffled groan. Is this to be my end? But very deliberately, and systematically, she cuts through my clothing, stripping me bare shred by shred, until I am lying naked on the leaves and mud.
They laugh as they toy with me, rolling me over in the mud. In turn, they squat over my face, pressing down onto me, grinding me into the dirt. I can smell the intimate scents of the bodies, hot and moist.
Then Chaps has a large black phallus in her hand, which she thrusts into my mouth, and when it is slick and dripping with my saliva she rolls me over onto my stomach, and forces my th ighs apart. I feel her hands spreading my buttocks and …
‘Listen,’ says Madame C, ‘the rules of the Human Hunt were spelt out very clearly from the beginning, and this is a particularly serious breach. You two have kidnapped a completely innocent stranger. He isn’t one of our prey at all – we have already caught all of them, and had our sport with them. I am very displeased with you.’
Yet there is something in the tone of her voice which seems to contradict her words, and I hear a collective snigger from the assembled women.
‘Well, what’s done is done. Let’s see what you have brought me,’ says Madame C. ‘Roll him over.’
And with their muddy booted feet they force me onto my side.
‘Oooh, lookee here!’ says Madame C. ‘Someone’s excited. I think I will let you off this time Jenny my dear.’
Only slowly does it dawn on me what she is talking about, because I am aware that my manhood is now exposed, and I can tell that, despite my sense of great peril, I am hard. Madame C kneels down, and takes my cock firmly in her hand, pulling the skin back. ‘And all wet and slimy, too. Well done, girls.’
She stands. ‘Right, this thing,’ she says, kicking me, ‘is clearly an additional bonus to what has been our most successful Human Hunt. However, because he is an unknown quantity, I feel I am duty bound to test out his suitability myself. If I deem him to be an worthy addition to our stock, then of course you can all take your turns with him. In the meantime, you are welcome to watch.’ And they all laugh.
And she proceeds to use me, to use my body – to satisfy some perverted, controlling, depraved sexual urge. She abuses it, and violates, and punishes it. She re-ties me, claws at me, slaps me, spits on me, and whips me with her crop. And when she has removed the phallus in me, she takes a bigger one, thicker and heavily ribbed, and fits it into a harness, and without a moment’s hesitation penetrates me, deep and hard and fast.
And when she knows the time is right she removes the gag from my mouth. And all I can hear is someone screaming out in desperation ‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Madame C, fuck me harder, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck…’
And when it is over, she knows, and I know, that I am hers.