The hunt
I'm in the car, in the back seat. We're in the middle of the woods. All around us are tall pines, typical of the area. On the left, it's up the hill. On the right, is down hill, toward the small stream of clear, cold water. It's late at night, very dark and there's no lights but the car's headlight. Me, I can't see anything. The hood I got on just lets a bit of light from the car go through. But I got a rough idea where we are. Because I know this place. As a child, I used to go on walks here with my parents. As a teenager, I was biking and imagining adventures with creatures of the forest. It has seen everything of me: joy, pain, sadness, happiness. I ran, cried, fucked, yelled, loved, howled among those trees. These woods are my spiritual place. I often brag I can't get lost in this forest.
Yet my heart is racing and I'm anxious. My stomach is troubling me. In the car, there 3 people with me. On my left is Jeff. In the passager seat, Mike. And driving, Jack. My man, my King. I love him with all my heart. The three of them are best friends and form a great trio in our circle. They're the sweet guys you call when you have an impossible fix job. And they'll find a way. Always supportive, always there for you. Loyal to a fault. Jack and I, we met in high school. Been together ever this. At first it was yet another teenage romance. But once we discovered we were both into kink, BDSM and the same twisted stuff… We knew it was for life.
Two cars are following us, 4 people in each. Together, they are our closest and most trusted friends. A pack that is stronger than any family. I met them all years ago, in various circumstances. With time, we've build trust and intimacy. We're all into kink and talk and practice together on a regular basis. Some are more Jack's friends, and some are closer to me. But we both have a special story with every single one of them. I wouldn't be doing this with anyone else. And I couldn't do this if it's wasn't Jack who had organised and planned all this. I trust this man with my life. Literally.
The car gently follows the twisty path. Jack is driving with confidence, but he's careful. He knows the place well, but taking any risk here would be putting everyone in danger. And there's no rush, it builds the tension. They're driving in a tight column, our car guiding. People are following my man's decisions with high confidence. I get a rush of heat through my body. My heart pounds a bit harder. I'm so proud of him. Strong, confident and responsible. I never had to fear him and my safety and care have always been his priorities.
I'm absorbed in my thoughts and sensation. The humidity of the night brings out the strong scent of the forest. I love this smell. I feel the bumps in the road, the vibration from the engine, the tires on the tracks, stones hitting to bottom of the car. No one is talking. I can hear their slow breathing and they appear peaceful. But there's tension. Everyone is trying to keep their calm, but I can smell their excitement. It is palpable, like electricity running through the air. And myself, I feel so vulnerable. Blinded, not sure exactly where we're going, submitted to what's coming.
The car slows down and stops. I hear others stop on each side and engine being turned off. Everyone steps out of their car and Mike comes to me to help me climb down. He walks me to my place. I can tell I'm in the middle of everyone, I can feel their gaze. The cars' headlights are all in my direction, projecting the shadow of the small crowd through the hood. Footsteps comes to me and the hood is removed. The light from the cars pierce my eyes. My mind screams, "Fuck!". I slightly grunt of the pain and try to look around. I make out the person in front of me is Jack, who grabs my head and makes me look at him. My eyes are squinting and I smile at him. I must look ridiculous. The light is too much so I close my eyes. Plus, I know better than to try to get used to the light: in a few moments, I'll be walking and running in complete darkness. I need my eyes to stay adjusted to the dark.
Jack kisses my forehead… and start striping me. My eyes still closed. Some people are making comments "nice boobs", "that's an ass made to be fucked!", "I want a taste of that neck". He removes my skirt and underwear. I'm already wet and some run on my thighs, the fresh wind of the night makes me cold and I shiver. But I got one thing on my mind: "will he?…" As I'm formulating that question in my mind, I feel Jack kneel and get his hand on my shoes. Bare foot it is. "Bastard!". I wouldn't dare say it out loud. It would sure get me a liability as punishment. So I just behave, cursing inside.
I'm fully naked, it's the middle of the night, deep in the forest. My bare feet on the gentle ground full of pine needles rendered soft by the humidity. The soil feels rich to the touch. It's damp from last night's rain. My heart is racing. 11 people just for me. I'm shivering from both the cold and the adrenaline running through my veins. It's like I got electricity circulating under my skin: my whole body is tensed and ready in expectation for what's coming, both out of fear and excitement. Fight or flight. I need to get my heart rate and breathing under control. It feels like I'm already running and nothing has started yet. I take a deep breath in. Exhale.
I hear "good girl". Jack's voice. He noticed me trying to get myself in check. His hands go on my shoulders and he kisses me gently on the forehead.
He does a final briefing: way around the land, what to lookout for, safe words, reminding everyone of their responsibilities and safety protocols, as well as the rules. He ends his speech, and announces cheerfully: "With all that in mind, ladies and gentlemen, let's hunt!". Everybody cheers. I feel a rush of excitement. He leans toward my ear and whispers "Now. Run."
I turn around to not get blinded, open my eyes and immediately start going down hill. The smoke from my breath is like a steam engine train. I need to figure out where we are exactly, but first, get some distance between me and them. Get away from the light. They're cheering, making noise on the cars' hood. Everything to get the adrenaline pumping, to scare me more. But I'm not that easy a prey!
Running is hard though, yet I'm athletic! But I can't go full speed because of not having shoes. I need to be careful not to hurt myself. I can hear the stream in the distance. It's a good land mark and reaching it would be a good move. But I also know it's gonna be colder because of the humidity. The feeling of cold is already increasing as I go downwards.
The cold… that's gonna be my main adversary, excluding the obvious ones… It's gonna take a huge toll on my body as it tries to keep warm. And I'm already sweating because of the light run, which makes me cold even faster. "damn it's hard". Everything is difficult, everything is pushing my limits, I'm at such disadvantage. It's too hard.
"I love this".
I can hear foots step all around me. People running, barking, howling. It echoes through the forest and getting an estimation of distance or direction is just impossible. Plus the sound of my own breathing is adding to the confusion.
I keep going down hill, slightly faster, trying to keep my balance, the sound of the water, louder and louder. Suddenly, a big splash. My foot dives into the stream. It's not deep but fucking hell it's cold. I yank my foot out of the water. Look left, right. Let's go up stream. I push on my legs. The cold is making it hard to go up even though it's not steep here. My foot is so cold, I can barely feel it and it's going slightly numb, making it even harder. I hear barking on my right. They're close, and toying with me.
I jump on my left over the stream and land a bit short, both feet in the shallow water. "Damn!". Why did I try that. I'm scared. I can't think straight. Someone howls on my left. They're so close. Something inside shifts: I can no longer thinks nor control. Panic takes over, and my body start acting of its own volition.
I let a little scream out and start rushing toward upstream. I can map the land visually in my head. Upstream, then the road. I'll know when I feel the denser, flat terrain under my feet. Then follow the road for a few turns, then uphill again, very steep. But if I can push myself hard enough, a few hundred meters and I'm at the cabin!
I'm giving it my whole. I'm so cold my lungs feel like I'm breathing glass. My heart is racing. I have trouble controlling my breath and it's making it harder to run. I struggle with every step. "Come on run. Don't stop. Ignore the pain. And BREATH". I push, as hard as I can. Big rock in front of me. I jump on top of it and then down. I sloppily land and it stops me for just a fraction of a moment.
I hear a sudden dash of foot steps and I'm caught. "Got you bitch!". That's Miller! He grabs me by the hips, lift me and pushes me against a tree. The bark scratches my back and I groan and clench my teeth in pain. I can barely see him, the moon just slightly lighting his face here and there. Just a silhouette of a big strong man with a beard. His left forearm presses my neck and I push back with both my hands. His right hand goes to my pussy and he pushes too finger in me. I moan and squeal. I'm so wet I hadn't notice. I feel a rush of pleasure and shame. His voice echos my thoughts "you like that huh. You messed up slut". It's like he's reading my mind and knows exactly what to say. I try to speak and say "I'm sorry". But I'm too out of breath to get a sound out. Yet he understood. "You're not sorry yet, but you're about to be". The threat gets my heart racing even more. The excitement and fear grow. He flips me around and press me on the tree. He spreads my legs, open his pants and gets his dick in me. He's direct, forceful. I softly moan in pleasure and submission. It's like he's piercing me, going as deep as he can in one motion and he grunts in pleasure. I can't fight him, might as well let myself be used. As I surrender to his primal desire, he grabs my hips and fucks me harder. He's so hard. He goes so deep in me it hurts and my moaning goes louder because of the pleasure, pain and shame.
He's quick to come and fills me. "Damn you're a good fuck. You filthy creature". His cum drips on my thighs and on the ground. A gift to the Gods of the forest. I almost collapse to my knees but hold myself up leaning on the tree. He grabs the back of my neck and slaps my butt. I can feel blood rush where he hit me and I straighten up. He pushes me forward. "Now go, let's see if you can escape the others" and let's out a short, low mocking laugh.
I try to resume walking. But my head is a mess, my legs are barely keeping up. It's more forward stumbling than walking, let alone running. But I'm moving. My head is spinning from the pain and fear. I'm disoriented. I want to get out of there. I need to get out of there.
I can still hear them running around. They're just toying with me. Something inside me knows I'm done for. "No. Keep pushing. Get it together. Snap out of it bitch!". I shake my head slightly and resume running very slowly. I'm already so tired.
Everything hurts. I'm terrified. I want to collapse on the ground and cry. Yet something inside, deep inside, is loving this. If I'm honest, I love this moment. I cherish it. I can't focus on that right now, but I wouldn't want it any other way.
I lose myself for a moment. I can't tell if minutes or seconds have passed. Everything is blurry. I notice I'm looking at my feet, so I force my head up to look forward. And there, in front of me, two silhouettes come out from behind trees on each side. One is laughing, the other is growling. "oh fuck…". I want to dash and sprint, but I can't anymore. So I stop.
They walk toward me. I'm breathing heavily, leaning forward, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath a bit. They get close to me. Their hands start caressing me, pinching, slightly scratching. I feel like a piece of meat. They're just looking at the meal before consuming it. One of them gets behind me and with a hit, forces me to my knees. They grab my hair and pull my head slightly up. The one in front me gets closer. And slaps me. My head is still spinning but I do my best to look brave, try to look right at them, although I can't really make out their face. Another slap on the other cheek. But I won't cave. Every time I look at them and sustain the look a bit, I get slapped. Each time a bit harder. The person behind me is whispering. "Let go". "Don't try to be brave". "You know you deserve this". "You're disgusting". I recognize their voice, it's Rebecca. Which means in front of me is Andrew. A lovely sadistic couple.
After a few rounds of slaps, a tear goes down my cheek. And they stop.
Rebecca: Looks like she can't take more.
Andrew: Well not so bad for fuck meat like her.
Rebecca: What now?
Andrew: You know what."
Rebecca pushes me forward, my face goes the ground, my ass still up. They grab me and start licking my ass. I just surrender. I'm just an object now. A shameless and depraved slut. I feel so degraded. They put a few finger my ass and I moan. Andrew goes "Just like I suspected. They can pretend all they like, they love being used and ass fucked this type". I hear Rebecca's belt buckle get undone and their strap on touch my anus. Andrew puts their foot on my head. "They're gonna fuck you now bitch. And you're gonna love it". I just moan pathetically. Rebecca get inside me. A smooth motion. I can feel every inch of them getting in me. Deeper, and deeper. My body tightens. Rebecca slaps my ass. I clench and then relax. I'm abandoning myself to them both. "Do what you will". Rebecca is fucking me. First slowly. As they get more pleasure, they increase the rhythm. I can feel their excitement. Every time they go deeper in me, I moan loader and loader. Andrew have pulled their dick out and are masturbating will watching me getting used. As they get close to climax, they lean toward me and grabs my hair. They spit on my face and address Rebecca "come on, finish that slut once and for all". Rebecca get even more intense. My mouth is wide open but I can't scream loud enough, so no sounds comes out. And Rebecca moans as they get deep inside me and climax, while Andrew cums on my face and hair.
Rebecca pulls out and I collapse on my side, panting. Exhausted. I'm trembling. Andrew grabs me and get me to my feet, holding me. Rebecca catches me and supports me with their body. They cuddle me and get me a bit warmer. They whisper "Good girl. You're strong. But you're not done". Andrew puts a bottle to my lips. I drink. Coffee. Just Warm enough so I can drink it. They caress my cheek. "Good. Now eat a bit, you need your strength for what's coming". They make me hit a cereal bar. It's fat and sugary, seems homemade. I think about South, pretty sure it's her doing. Just what I need. Chewing is so difficult, I have no strength left. But I obey and eat it all. I feel so much better already. Andrew lands two very gentle slaps on my cheek. "Very good, now off you go." and they push me gently toward Rebecca who accompanies my stumbling. And I start walking again.
I feel like a zombie. That I'm still capable of walking is just out of this world. I got cum on my face. I still feel my wetness and the cum between my thighs. My ass is all wet and opened. I know my body is a mess. But my heart rate is calm, as is my breathing. I'm just, walking. I don't have a goal anymore. I'm not thinking about the cabin or getting away. I just… Put one foot in front of the other. Going forward. Wherever that leads.
I have no idea how long I've walked when I arrive at a small circle with no tree. A bit of a clear space in the middle of the forest. The ground is stable, flat. Could be a camping site. Thinking too much makes my head spin. I instinctive know this is where I was supposed to end up. Maybe I know this place, but I'm too high to think about stuff like that. I approach the center… and everyone emerges from behind the tree. They all get around me, and howl softly.
I let a long sigh out and as I collapse w-sitting on the ground.
I wanna cry but I can't. "I gave it all. Now. Finish me off. I beg you.".
It feels like I'm drunk.
Someone on my left grabs my head gently of pulls me toward their crotch. I can feel their hot dick on my cheek. They don't have to say anything. I start sucking them. Everyone is around me. Masturbating. Touching me. Grabbing my boobs, ass. I get bitten, scratched. I keep sucking until I feel them cuming. I let their sperm get into my mouth, keeping it there. When they're done, I pull back, open my mouth wide, and swallow. A few people gently clap. They're happy to see how filthy and depraved I am. Someone behind me moans, and cums on my back. In front of me, someone grabs me and put their dick in my mouth, they're already close. They pull me closer and I let their dick go deep in my throat, and they poor their cum inside me. I don't have to swallow: just keep my throat open and let them cum. It's delicious.
I'm panting, moaning. I'm high on cum and sex. I don't know who I am.
"Fuck meat".
Another person grabs my right hand and put it between their legs. I can feel their pussy is so wet. So I put two fingers in them and fuck 'em. Yet another one grabs my head and make me lick them. So I lick and fuck, until each of them cum on my hand and face. Someone else puts me on all fours and fuck my pussy, scratching my back with their finely cut nails. I recognise Jay. I scream. They keep fucking me and cum inside me. They've just pulled out when another one takes their place, grab my hair, and fuck my ass. My pussy is dripping, my mouth is drooling. I'm covered in my own fluids, filled with cum.
I'm defiled. This is such a bliss.
Everyone gets up and take a few steps back. I'm swaying side to side, still sitting. My head is spinning so hard. After a few moments, I look in front of me. I recognise his silhouette. My beautiful man. The love of my life. My beast.
He walks toward me and kneels. He's naked. "You are gorgeous when you're filthy. But you're mine. Let's remind everyone that". He grabs me by the neck and lay me on my back. His right hand goes to my pussy and he starts fingering me. He knows his way so well. I quiver and tremble as he fucks me like that. I'm long gone and I let go of everything. I want to scream so hard. My body arks backward, by eyes roll, my mouth opens wide but no sound comes out. I'm sure I look possessed… And I cum on his hand so hard I feel my heart is gonna stop.
He caresses me a bit. I'm slowly panting, laying on the ground. He kisses my stomach, lean toward my head and whisper "My turn". I moan and twitch at his words.
He opens my legs and gets his dick in me. It feels so good. My body is beyond exhausted. Both his hands reach on each side on me, just above my hips. His thumbs dig deep in my guts. I would scream, but all I can do is slightly moan. My body bends and it's like I'm in trance, or resuscitated. I'm possessed by the pleasure he inflicts on me. I can feel how, the more he fucks me, the more his own desire gets the best of his self control. He fucks me harder and harder. I want to say I love him, but the pleasure is too intense. He's close to climax, he gets on me, bites my neck, and pours his cum deeeep inside of me.
This is perfection.
Everyone gently cheers. They get a blanket on us and we cuddle there for a moment. Jack pulls out and get me sitting, leaning on him. "Let's get you home dear". He gets up and people help him support me. I can't stand on my legs anymore. Someone puts a heated blanket on my shoulders and wraps me in it. Everyone leaves but Jack and another person. I'm guessing Mike. They're around me, taking care of me. They sit me on a fallen tree. Something under me so I don't get cold. They hand me a bottle. Warm tea with a bit of honey. It feels so good and it helps me reach back reality a bit.
I'm slowly coming out of my trance. I hear cars in the distance, and one approaches. Probably Jeff to give us a ride to the cabin. Jack leans toward me "are you ready love?". I subtly nod yes. Mike and Jack pull me up very gently and place me in the car. Jeff is driving slowly, like I'm a very fragile cargo he doesn't wanna damage. This attention warms my heart. Jack is sitting beside me in the back, I'm leaning against him, still a bit absent. My breathing is calm. He's gently stroking my hair.
After a few moment, we arrive at the cabin. I had time to emerge from everything. I'm still a bit lost, but mostly exhausted. Jeff and Mike step out of the car and into the cabin. Me and Jack stay behind for just an instant. I'm slow doing everything. I want to say so many things. How incredibly that was, how grateful I am to have a wonderful man like him in my life. The words don't come out. As I'm about to say something, I just start sobbing.
Big tears pour. He knows better than to worry and gently grabs me into his arms as I let it all out. I've always found crying to be the best and most satisfying emotional regulation mechanism. Here, it's just the intensity coming out.
After a while, my body slowly relaxes. My breathing is very calm. I'm at peace. I grab him in my arms and squeeze him as hard as I can. "I love you so much". He kisses my head as an answer. I whisper "let's go".
We both get out of the car and he supports me walking to the cabin. All our friends are there. They turn toward us as we come in and start cheering and clapping. Jack keeps walking and joins them in celebrating me as I bow and take the praise. "you were amazing!" "Congratulations!" "we love you!" "good girl" "Hurray for the slut!". I'm blushing and feel so appreciated and proud. I am the Queen.
Jessy walks toward me "We got soup and bread for you". A fire is burning. It's warm and cosy in here. It smells like comfort food, tea and embers. I feel the warmth of friendship and security. I walk toward my friends and find a place on the couch. Now we're gonna talk a bit, shortly debrief. Then rest. A good, long, rest. I can already feel myself falling asleep.
I am the happiest person in the world.