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 ï>¿The Ultimate Hunt-Nude Female Prey by Thadsgood

   Pride.  That's what did me in.  Simple, foolish pride.  I'd gotten in
over my head all because of my stupid, uncontrollable competitive streak. I
can hear them.  It's the sound of their ATV, I'm sure of it.  It's the same
ATV I was pleasurably riding in, just a few hours ago.  That was back when
I had my clothes on.  I was comfortable and relaxed.  I was just hanging
out with my girlfriend, her boyfriend, and two of his hunting buddies.  Now
I'm sweating profusely.  The sweat is pouring down my naked body, I can
feel it dripping off my tits, now heaving from my latest sprint..  My knees
are scuffed, I've got dirt all over me from numerous falls, I'm scraped and
scratched up from all the brush and bramble I've had to maneuver through,
all while naked.  I am being hunted.  Men were hunting me.  And why was I
naked?  Pride.  I was on the verge of losing a bet.  Losing would be
unthinkable, it would be to my best friend's boyfriend.  I'd promised him
something secretly that I just couldn't tell her, if he won.  They were
close now, I could hear them yelling, how are they finding me so easily? 
If I can just make it past those rocks ahead I might be able to slip across
stream and lose them again.  I'm just so exhausted, I've been running,
crawling, climbing now for hours, at least it seems like hours.  I have to
go, one more sprint...maybe I can make it.  More yells, I was hoping there
was only one.  I could maybe elude or hide from one, but it sounds like all
three of them.  Oh god, I just have to make it to the rocks.

   My own penchant for being naked also led me to this.  I started, as many
people did, by just starting with revealing clothes.  I had done the mall
thing many times, flashed unsuspecting salesmen unrestricted shots of my
cleavage, exposed my panties, that sort of thing.  It wasn't enough for me
though, I always wanted more, so I took it further.  I started to do it
more openly, out in public.  I would allow joggers to see me in the park.
I'd pretend I was reading a newspaper, but I'd allow my skirt to ride up
and expose my panties.  I moved into flashing my tits in my car to passing
trucks, buses, that sort of thing.  It always left me wanting more, for it
to be riskier, so that I knew that the price of getting caught might be
high.  It was the thrill of that thought that always drove me on.

   My girlfriend, Beth, knew about my exhibitionistic nature.  She'd
actually been my helper, my aide, my confidante, and even my safety valve.
She'd always make sure she was around 'somewhere' to make sure I always got
home safely.  She'd make me hand her my panties and take me into an old
book store, whose clientele was made up of college kids and hiippie types.
She'd make me get up on those stools to help one reach higher shelves. 
She'd wait and signal to me when someone was coming.  Then, on cue, I'd
reach up and let my skirt ride up my cheeks, hopefully allowing some lucky
guy a nice view of my shapely ass.  She'd gotten so into my wanting to
expand my nakedness in public that she'd set up the last couple of outdoor
games for me.  She expanded my public nudity a great deal weeks ago when
she took me to a local hiking park.  She had me give her my clothes and I
had to walk about two miles, through the paths, and meet her on the other
side.  Several times I had to dive into the bushes to hide from hikers but
god it was a thrill being naked outside for that long.  I wanted more,
especially to be seen and she was going to help me do it.  So, a couple
weeks ago, she and I were a party along the river and we were both kind of
tipsy.  It was a couple bars, next to each other.  Each had outside decks,
music blasting, with tons of partiers.  She giggled to me that she thought
of something for me to try.

   "Another flashing game,"?  I asked excitedly, "I'm all for it!"

   The party was on one side of the river.  Along the other side there was
a dirt road.  The river was a manmade one, so that boats and tugs could get
through from one adjoining lake to another.  The dirt road went only a few
hundred yards before it turned directly into the woods.

   "Come with me!' Beth giggled.  I followed, already feeling that warm
feeling start to rush over me.  Beth led me out of the party and to my car.
I asked her what her game was, what she had in mind.

   "Samantha, does this stuff really turn you on?" she smiled sweetly, no
doubt already knowing the answer.

   "You already know it does Beth, you are just teasing me."

   "I know Sam, and you like it." She said, and I smiled back.

   "Come on, tell me," I begged.

   "You dirty girl, you might like this one.  "Here's the plan.  See how
the party is on one side of the river and how that dirt road goes down the
river on the other side for a little bit?"

   "Yeah, so?"

   Well, look at the party, everyone outside, on the deck.  I nodded.  Ok,
you see how long it took us to get out to this parking lot, it's quite a
haul to get here." I agreed.

   "Ok, here's what I want, do you trust me on this?" She asked, I nodded
meekly.  "All right then, take your clothes off, we're going for a ride,
well, one of us is, " She chuckled.

   I was getting used to this, taking my clothes off for her.  We'd known
each other for 15 years.  We went to high school together, we've been best
friends ever since.  She's seen me naked on many occasions, but since I've
confided in her my exhibitionistic nature, it just seems she enjoys it now,
watching me humiliate myself in front of her.  I stepped out of my
sundress, peeled my panties off.  She was grinning.  I turned my face away.

   "Now now Sam, you know you like being seen naked, you are a beautiful
creature," she said softly, with sincerity as she turned my face with her
hand and looked directly into my eyes.  "Trust me, you'll like this one."

   She had me get in the car and we drove back about a quarter of a mile
upstream to cross the bridge.  She turned back towards the party, and took
the dirt road which forked off of the main road.  She stopped the car.  We
could clearly see and hear the revelers on the other side.  We, however, we
were in the dark, only illuminated by what light came from the other side,
probably just less than a 150 feet away.

   "Ok, get out," she urged.

   "But it's dark here, they can't see me." I said, revealing my desire to
be seen.

   "I'm not stupid, dear, I've got it covered." She grinned, with an evil
smile.  "Now walk!" she barked.

   I started walking.  I looked across at the party, I hadn't quite reached
the opposite point yet.  Suddenly, Beth's plan was put into action.  I
almost felt it before it hit me but the light from the headlights blazed
past, and seemingly through me.  I was enveloped in light now.  She kept
the car creeping slowly behind me as I walked now towards where I'd be
across from the party of hundreds.  I could feel the blood leave my head.
My legs got weak, shaky.  I was totally naked now, about to be seen by all
these people.  It was what I desired, but it was still so scary.  I wasn't
walking fast enough, Beth leaned out the window.

   "Come on, you naked slut, move it, these people want a show!" she
laughed.  "Put your hands on your head, like a prisoner," she urged, 'It'll
help them see your big tits better!"

   I tried to pick up the pace, my hands on my head.  I heard some
commotion on the other side.  I was noticed.  Suddenly I heard some yelling
and hooting on the other side.  At first it was just some non-intelligible
shouts, but as I neared their best vantage point I could hear more clearer
shouts.

   "Look, that chick is naked!" "Look at her, everyone, look!" I heard from
across the way.  I could see people gathering near the bank on the other
side.

   I put my hands more over my face, in a lame attempt to hide.  I could
feel the lights on me, their eyes, I was completely naked, they could see
everything I had.  It was...powerful.  We passed by the first bar and the
second bar was approaching.  This is the bar we had frequented.  This time
Beth further added to my humiliation.  She laid on the horn.  Just when I
thought it was embarrassing enough she proved me wrong.  I could hear a
bunch of them scurry off the deck, down to some of the docks which poked
out in the water, they were even closer now, I was much more viewable. 
Suddenly a chill went through me when I heard a new chant.

   "It's Samantha!  Hey, Samantha, show us your ass!"

   I felt a tear stream out of my eyes even while my pussy felt a familiar
glow, a slow burning that I knew from my new experiences.  We had danced
with quite a few guys, they recognized me.  Beth finally stopped the horn
blowing.  We were approaching the bend.  She stopped.

   "Well dirty girl, show them your ass," I understood.  At her urging I
turned my back to the crowd and bent over, giving them a full view of my
round, voluptuous behind.  She made me stay like that long enough for their
shouts to get into my very soul.

   "Get in, quick, before they get in their cars after us!" She chuckled.

   I hustled in.  She hugged me and wiped away my tear.  "That was good,
Samantha, that was your best one ever!" she smiled and I had to agree as I
put on my clothes.  "I'll bet you are very wet now dear aren't you?" she
asked sweetly as she drove us away.  She knew I was, and it was
embarrassing to think that she knew me that well.

   "Show me," she said, much to my surprise.  I looked at her
questioningly, full of shame.  I knew what she wanted, however.  I dipped
my fingers into my pussy folds which were creamy by this time.  She could
see them glisten.  "Ah, I knew it." She grinned.  The final embarrassment
was that she pulled over, still just around the bend, just out of sight of
the revelers.  She made me masturbate, right there, in front of her.  She
urged me to hurry, lest some partiers take off after us.  I came quickly on
my hand from the excitement of it all.  She just shook her head.  I'm not
sure if it was in awe at how hot it got me, or in bemusement.  Either way,
I was hooked on it now.

   It was this desire for that thrill that got me to where I am now, naked,
sweaty and hunted.  It was stupid really.  We were over at Beth's place, a
huge , sprawling place that her daddy owned.  She had acres and acres of
private land behind her that sat in the valley between some large
foothills, crossed by several streams and rivers.  Her boyfriend, Scott,
was an avid hunter.  He and his friends hunted her land back there often.
Beth hated it.  She hated all hunting of any kind.  They often argued over
it.  Here we were in the middle of it again, It was after spending the
morning on their ATV's, mile after mile of traversing their territory.  I
was quite familiar with it myself, Beth and I practically grew up in the
wilds there.  The argument this time was in full swing when I returned to
the porch with my margarita.  Hunting season was coming and Beth tried, as
she did last year, to dissuade Scott and his friends from doing their
annual hunting trip.  It was always a long week of binge drinking and
slaughter that they so jealousy guarded.

   I didn't care for hunting myself, but I normally don't try and tell
people how to live.  Beth was my friend though and I had to at least back
her up.  I never cared for Scott.  He was an arrogant guy.  He had had
everything he ever needed given to him.  He was from a rich family.  He was
handsome and he knew it, and he was openly cocky about it.  He thought he
was a gift to women, sent from on high.  He unabashedly ogled me.  I have
nice firm tits, on the large side and pronounced nipples which, as you've
found, I like showing off.  But with him, I found it to be a bit creepy and
untoward.  I found him to be jealous of the time Beth and I spent together,
and no doubt, some of it was my own jealousy for him taking time away from
us.

   It was for that reason, no doubt, that I butted in.  I told him how
unmanly it was, actually, to shoot innocent animals that were unarmed, and
not even aware they are being hunted.  I denigrated his manhood, Beth
flamed on his hunting trip, while Scott defended his 'god given right'. 
Like I said, I didn't really care, but I just found Scott to be
aggravating. We went back and forth like that as the drinks flowed. 
Scott's friends, Mel and Bo, were quieter, rarely pitched in, though they
supported Scott wholly, as the alpha male of the group.  In normal
circumstances, I'd have found Mel and Bo to be nice, polite boys, being
attached to Scott though, made them my enemy in this one.  Finally, after
much debate Scott threw out a challenge.

   "So you women think it's easy to hunt?" he snarled, emphasizing the word
women as if we were below him.  It rankled me, fired up my pride.

   "Not saying it's totally easy, but they are unarmed, and totally unaware
of someone hunting them, that makes it.....um, slaughter, really," I said,
sticking in the knife.

   "So, if the prey, say, knew it was being hunted, it'd be more fair?"

   "Well, yeah."

   "Well, here's the deal.  I don't think it matters what the prey is, a
good hunter will be able to track and hunt, " he said, looking directly at
me.

   "Well, I don't agree, " I sniffed, my buzz starting to subside.

   "What if it was a person?" he blurted, suddenly.

   "What?  What the fuck are you talking about?" Beth and I both said,
simultaneously, thinking he'd lost his mind.

   "No no, I don't mean like hunt to kill, I mean like hunt, track, and
capture." He saw our blank stares.  "I mean like, what if I could prove how
good a hunter I was, by allowing a person to be dropped off, somewhere back
there, " he said, gesturing out into the wide expanse, "and then tracking
them down and catching them, before they reach the house, or, before a time
limit expires.?"

   "You're crazy," Beth sniffed as she went back to her tequila.

   I was getting the idea though.  "No no, I think I know what he's getting
at.  So, you want to prove your manliness by hunting down someone, no doubt
you mean one of us, one of us women." I said, mocking him.

   "Well, perhaps not one of you, " he said.  "I don't think you could last
ten minutes out there." He said, laughing.

   He'd raised my ire now.  'I grew up on this land buddy, I know trails
and paths and shortcuts you'll never find if you live to be 100," I said,
my competitive nature was winning out against common sense.  I mean, why do
I care if he hunts, hell, it just means more time for Beth and I.  But no,
he'd found that soft spot on me, the dare, the challenge, the "You can't do
such and such" that I just could not resist.

   "Please," he said derisively, "I've hunted animals that were quicker
than you could ever be, more elusive."

   "Bah," I said, visibly shaking.  No one spoke for awhile.  A calm
started to return.

   Then, out of the blue, Scott reeled me all the way in.  "I didn't think
you could do it anyway," he said quietly, though directed at me
specifically.

   Beth, now incensed, fueled by the tequila broke in, 'Ha, she could do
it, she could do it naked." There was a hush.  I nearly shrank into the
lounger.  She seemed on the verge of spilling my secret.

   "Naked eh," Scott said, rubbing his chin while his two friends laughed.
"Well, in actuality, that makes sense though, I mean, out there, the
animals are all naked, defenseless, like you said.  That would actually
prove your point." He said thoughtfully.  Mel and Bo went back to the ATVs,
and headed off in the other direction to get some quick fishing in from a
nearby stream.  They no doubt wanted to get away from the crossfire.

   "There's no fucking way you guys are seeing me naked, buddy, so forget
it." I yelled over Scott's laughter.  Beth was also enraged, but still
drunkenly on the hunting trip thing.  I'm sure it was alcohol induced, for
it seemed Beth meshed my fantasy for exhibition with her desire to end her
boyfriends hunting trip plans, but Beth rose and laid it out there.

   "Ok, I have a bet then," she said as she unsteadily tried to stand
still. "I'll drive Samantha off out there in our ATV, take her clothes. 
Scott, you have to catch her before she either gets back here, to the
house, or till an hour passes." she said slurring her words now.

   "An hour?  That's crazy, there's hundreds of acres back there." He said,
waving it off as fantasy.

   "Ooooh, Chicken huh?" I said, giggling.

   "Fuck no, it's just that an hour is stupid, hell, it'll take a half hour
for you to drive somewhere and drop her off far enough for it to be fair.
How about this, Beth, you drive her to Nob's point.  You take her clothes
there, " He said, staring directly at my chest, making me uncomfortable. 
"Then, she either makes it back here, or until it gets dark?" Darkness was
still some 6 or 7 hours away.

   Beth was about to agree when I jumped in.  'That's crazy also, hell, I
could find me in all that time as well, you are just too chicken to do it
in less." I cackled, full of myself.

   "Ok, then, how about 4 hours or is this all just some stupid bullshit
talk you women like to do," he said with a sly smile.

   He got me with that one, I was so infuriated I yelled, 'You got it
fucker!"

   "What's the bet then?" he asked, "what do I get when I win?"

   "Ha, if you win, joker," I shot back.

   Beth spoke up, "well, if she wins, Scott, you don't go on your hunting
trip this year."

   He didn't like that, 'No fucking way...well, what if I win," he asked,
all the while leering at my cleavage.  Beth looked at me.

   I had an idea, "If I win, then Beth and I get to spend the money you
would've spent on your trip." He just waved it off.

   "No fucking way."

   We spent a good while all just sitting around silently, while Mel and Bo
were out somewhere on the back expanse.  It was early afternoon now, it was
a nice warm, sunny day, I wanted to strip down to my bathing suit top but I
didn't want to give that leering fucker any better look at my boobs.  I
started to go in for another drink, as I passed him I whispered softly in
his ear, "chicken," and walked away laughing.  Beth was quietly enjoying
her buzz now.  I was in the kitchen when Scott came in.

   "I think you are all talk," he said gruffly.  "There's no way that me
capturing you and just seeing you naked is prize enough for me, I mean, you
get, like a grand, that's how much my end of the trip usually costs.  I can
have strippers all night for a week for that.  And you ain't no stripper,"
he said sarcastically, ogling my voluptuous figure."

   I sniffed, "One that you can't keep your fucking eyes off of for two
seconds."

   Scott just raised his hand in disgust, "I knew you'd come up with some
bullshit that would be totally unfair."

   He'd gotten me so riled up I knew I wasn't thinking straight.  I was so
sure, he was so cocky so full of himself that I didn't see that same thing
happening in me.  I just knew I could do it, that I knew that land so well
I could easily avoid him for hours.  I set my neck in my own trap.

   "Ok then, what is fair then?" I asked sincerely.

   "I think you know," he said, his voice lowered.

   "What?" I asked incredulously, "what, you want me to have sex with you
or something?"

   "Well, I was thinking that after I capture you a blowjob would be
appropriate, though it's most certainly not worth a grand and a missed
trip," he said, taking a stab.

   I just glared at him.

   "Eh, I knew you were full of shit, saying I'm chicken, when you hide
behind your femininity," he said, chuckling as he walked back out.

   That did it.  I was on the hook totally now.  I walked back out to him
as he sat in his chair, Beth's eyes were closed.  I leaned over good, right
in his face, I made sure my boobs hung nicely for him to ogle.

   "Ok, bigmouth, I'll take that bet, and I'll even let you have me like
you want to, if you win," I said, whispering in his ear, sealing my fate.
He was still wavering, 1000 dollars and a missed trip, I could see him
weighing it.  I threw in another enticement.  "I'll let you take pictures
of me too." My pussy reacted to that, against my conscious will.  He just
grunted.

   Scott rose, shook Beth back to consciousness.  He told her the hunt was
on.  He neglected that part about my having sex with him, of course, he
wasn't stupid.  He told her that I'd agreed to let him take pictures of me
with him, naked, after I was captured, that was to be his 'prize' for
winning.  In addition, if Beth and I lost, Beth would have to go along with
the men on the hunting trip, and be their personal cook.  I knew that would
hurt Beth the most.

   "Excellent," said Beth, as she looked at me with a knowing smile.  If I
didn't know better, at that moment I thought maybe she set me up.  Though I
knew her boyfriend fucking me was never part of any plans of hers.

   There was a buzz, an excitement all around us as we made quick plans. 
Beth was revived and alert now, no doubt salivating over the prospect of
having her boyfriend miss his hunting trip, not to mention some extra cash.
We decided that for safety, I'd only have a two way radio, in case of
emergency.  Beth would be on the other end.  Scott could use his ATV, since
the land was so huge, I actually figured that to be an advantage for me
because I'd hear him coming.

   "I think you should get naked now," Scott said, in all seriousness.

   "Why the fuck should I?" I snapped.

   "How do I know what Beth will let you have out there, I can't trust you
two, you are in this together."

   "You don't trust your girlfriend"?  I teased.

   Beth said, "Fine, search the ATV, make sure we don't have anything, I'll
come back with the clothes she had on, end of story.  " He made a quick
pass over the ATV, and removed the compass, some rope, and the medical kit.


   "Ok, you are good to go, " he sneered, his eyes burning through me.  It
was as if I felt naked already in front of him, as if clothes enough were
not sufficient to bend his gaze away from me, from my body.  The agreement
was, they'd leave my clothes on the edge of the opening that led to the
house, several hundred yards away, if I made it there, I was safe.

   Beth and I took off into the wilds.  She was headed for Nob's point, it
was an outcropping of rocks, well known to all of us.  It was where we used
to swim, dive, and even camp overnight.  It was a place I knew well, even
though my heart was thumping fiercely, I had some confidence in my ability
to navigate this area.  It seemed only minutes before we reached our
destination, no doubt due to my mind working on overdrive, at all the
possibilities, some too disgusting to even consider.  She stopped the
vehicle.

   "This is your stop, hon," she laughed, still a bit giddy from her
drinking.  She could hold her liquor well enough, it just tended to make
her tired.

   "You be careful driving that thing back," I said with concern.

   "Don't worry about me, you have your own problems to worry about." She
giggled.  Scott called her on her cell phone.  She talked to him for only a
second.  "Ok, he said start the clock now, you have four hours." She handed
me the two way phone.  It had a clock on it.  It was a couple minutes after
3pm.  I had until just after 7 to elude him or make it back to the house. I
bid her goodbye.

   She laughed, 'Aren't you forgetting something dear?" She said, snapping
me back to the reality of it.

   I once again had to take my clothes off in front of her.  She watched me
intently, smiling.  It made me tingle, knowing that I was here again,
naked, out in the open.  I just couldn't help it.  Beth just shook her head
a smiled at me.  Probably in bewilderment at what I have allowed her, and
now them, to do to me.  She wished me luck and drove off.  I was alone.

   I had the idea that Scott would expect me to work my way back to the
house.  He had the ATV, I'm sure he figured he could stay between me and
the house.  He could zip back and forth as he searched for me, to cut off
my retreat.  I decided against it, there was an open expanse most of the
way back to the house, it was wide open territory, I'd be a sitting duck
there.  I figured it would be better to work my way towards the hills and
the deeper forested area.  His ATV would have more trouble there, plus, I
could gain the advantage of having a panoramic view of him approaching.  I
headed towards the hills.

   At first, I was content to walk.  It actually felt wonderful walking
naked, the soft warm breeze comforted me, it was thrilling to me to be so
far from my clothes.  It was totally naughty, and I loved it.  An open area
approached and I decided to limit my time in the open.  I started to run.
Normally, having nicely sized tits is an advantage, for attraction of male
attention certainly.  In this situation, however, my boobs were a
disadvantage, as running with them unfettered did me no favors.  At the
beginning I tried to run holding them with one arm, but I found it hard to
get through the occasional underbrush without it hitting me in the face. 
However, if I used my arms to protect my face, then my tits were often
lashed by some of the branches and brush that I had to fight through.  I
was getting nicked up pretty good, and I'd barely started.  I reached the
opening.  I dashed across as quickly as I could, my boobs bouncing wildly
as I ran.  A chill went up my spine when I heard what sounded like an
engine in the distance.

   "Fuck," I said, and it urged me to run faster.  I lost my footing at the
edge of the clearing back into the woods.  I tumbled face first into the
dirt and brush.  "Son of a bitch," I choked as I spit out some dirt.  I
noticed a red slash mark across my belly from my fall.  There was blood
starting to form.  It wasn't much, but it stung like mad.  It infuriated
me. I saw the base of the hills in front of me.  I felt if I could make it
there, and start the climb, I could elude him for the remainder of my time.
I looked at the clock on the two way, I'd only been at it for about 30
minutes.  I needed to be in those hills, I could eat the time up there.

   Suddenly the two way rang in my hand and scared me so badly I dropped
it. It was Beth.  "Hey hon, how are ya doing?" She said, obviously relaxed
back in her chair on the deck, he demeanor smoothed by the rum she was
drinking.

   "I think I hear an engine, it's starting to get loud," I said with
concern.

   "Oh, well that's probably because there are three ATVs out there now,"
she said calmly.

   "WHAT????" I asked in horror.

   "Yes, you'll love this!" She said gleefully, "Mel and Bo are in it too,
they wanted in on the bet."

   "BETH!!" I screamed.

   "Yes, think about it hon, they put up their money too, if you win we get
to split 3000 dollars!

   "Beth, Beth, oh fuck, of fuck, what were you thinking?" I cried.

   Beth sounded nonplussed.  'I don't get what the big deal is Sam, you
like being naked, you like people seeing you.  If you get caught, you get
that thrill that you enjoy, and if you don't get caught we share in all
that money, AND, Scott has to stay home during hunting season.  Just seems
like it's win all the way around."

   She was right, in theory, I felt alive, exhilarated in a way I can't
describe when I did crazy sexual things like this.  However, I couldn't
tell her the real reason, about my agreement with Scott.  I let her go.  I
could hear the hum of the engines stronger now.  It seemed they were onto
me.  They were going to reach the hills before me, cutting off my access
there.  Then all they'd have to do is push back towards me and I'd end up
in frequent open areas, with no chance of escape.  I had to adjust.  I
headed back towards Nob's point.  I thought maybe I could get into the
rocky terrain and climb somehow, even though naked is definitely not the
way you want to approach it.  Still, anything is better than being caught,
I thought, by him.  I doubled back.

   I hoped that they'd waste time going towards the hills before they
figured out I wasn't headed that way.  Instead, it seemed like they were
arcing back towards me.  I was starting to sweat now, I could feel the air
crispen and my nipples were hard and throbbing.  I went back through the
same underbrush and found myself getting lashed furiously.  I was being
whipped with hundreds of small sticks.  I looked at my two way.  I still
had nearly 3 hours to go.  The rocks, I have to make it.  I fell again.  My
knees got scraped.  I was bleeding again.  I was exhausted, the sweat was
pouring off me now.  They were coming.  I can't let them get me, what would
happen?  I mean, I'd bet Scott, but not Mel and Bo.  Crazy thoughts flew
around in my mind.  "Do you even want to escape them?  " Of course I did, I
fought with myself, what am I even thinking?  "But you love being naked in
front of men." "Stop thinking with your pussy!" Oh god, I'm getting
delirious.  I have to make those rocks.  I had made it far enough into the
uneven terrain that I knew that an ATV would have trouble maneuvering,
they'd have to get me on foot now.

   Pride.  This is what it got me, back to the present.  They are close
now, how do they keep coming in my direction?  Every time I swerve, they
swerve, how is that possible?  The rocks were ahead.  There was a small
clearing just at the base of the rocks.  I was just about there.  They were
right behind me.  I tripped into the opening.  I fell onto my stomach. 
Suddenly someone was on top of me.  I heard them shouting,, 'Get her, get
the bitch!" A strong set of hands grabbed my hands and forced them roughly
behind my back.  I started kicking my feet.  Another set of hands held them
down.  "Get the rope," Scott yelled.  My face was pushed into the grass.  I
felt the rope circling my ankles, then my hands.  They were trussing me up
like they do with steer in the rodeo.  I was helpless now.  Scott grabbed
me back the back of my short, auburn hair and yanked my face to meet his.

   "Well hello Samantha, fancy meeting you out here," he sneered.  "Go find
a suitable carrying pole,' He yelled to no one in particular.  He shoved me
back into the dirt.  I could feel them circling me like vultures. 
Suddenly, I heard a familiar sound.  It was a camera.  Click, click, click,
they were recording my shame.  I was helpless, my knees were slightly
opened by the way I was tied.  I was trying to keep my legs closed but I
could feel them back there, looking, all the while madly clicking away with
that camera.

   "Ha, Beth will like this..." Scott chuckled, "...when we show her the
great Samantha, captured by those silly men." I'd let her down, my heart
sank.  "As a matter of fact, I think these pictures will go over nicely at
the hunting trip.  I'm sure Bill, John and all the others will like seeing
and hearing about our latest hunt." I felt sick.  This couldn't be
happening.  "Yeah, " Bo replied cheerfully, "I'd bet most of them would pay
a ton to go on a hunt like this themselves," he said, laughing.

   Suddenly Mel appeared out of the woods.  He was carrying a fallen tree
trunk, a small one, about 4 or 5 inches in diameter.

   "Yes, this should do nicely, " Scott beamed.  I had no idea what he had
in store until he untied my hands and ankles.  The men retied my hands in
front of me to one end of the beam and my feet to the other.  They were
binding me just like a deer they'd caught, to carry me back proudly.  It
was humiliating, I could hear them laughing and bragging as my face stung
with shame far worse than the sting from any of my wounds.  They carried me
a ways like that, I was hanging limply from the beam.  They let my ass
brush the ground occasionally.  Scott was quick to make them raise it,
'Don't ruin the merchandise," he said evilly.  I was carried back to the
vehicles.  He untied me.

   "Look, for official sake, it's just past 4 o'clock, within plenty of
time, do you agree?  Plus that give us plenty of time for you to pay off
your end of the bet," he said with a cruel grin.

   "Yes, Scott, you won," I said in defeat.  "I didn't agree to have all
three of you hunt me though, I think that's bullshit," I said, hoping for a
loophole.

   "Who cares, Beth agreed, and she was the one that accepted the terms
with Mel and Bo.  If we lost, we were going to pay up, right guys?" He
asked as the men nodded in assent.  They spent a few more minutes filling
up the memory card on their camera with my nakedness.  "I think it's just
about time you fulfill your end of the bargain, as well, " he said, his
gaze piercing my soft blue eyes, his meaning fully understood.

   "Scott, I can't...I mean...I didn't agree to....all of you..." I
squeaked.

   "I didn't say you did," he said gruffly.

   He stood me up.  I was a mess.  I was covered in dirt and I was bleeding
a bit in several places, most notably my knees.

   "I can't have some whore that's covered in dirt, even I have my
standards," he laughed.  He motioned Mel and Bo to take me by the arms and
they led me that way, the two of them, with Scott trailing behind, to the
stream.  No doubt Scott was checking out my naked round ass the whole way.
The ass I know he's drooled over on numerous occasions.  This time however,
I couldn't stop him, and for some reason I was feeling his eyes on my
behind this time, and it was getting me warm...in that way.

   We reached the stream and unceremoniously, they picked me up and tossed
me into it.  I came up flailing and sputtering.  I tried to get out, the
water was icy my body was flushed.  Scott wouldn't let me get out until, in
his words, the dirty slut was clean.  The men ogled me as I cupped the
water in my hands and did my best to wash off the dirt and sweat I'd
accumulated on my unsuccessful escape flight.  He finally let me out,
though one thing the frigid water did was it helped stem the flow of blood
from my various nicks and cuts.

   "Nob's point," Scott said.  "Isn't it interesting, all that time we ever
spent out here...all those camp outs, swims, I've never gotten laid here,"
he chuckled.  "It's also interesting that this is where Beth dropped you
off, and yet, just about two hours later, you didn't make it any farther
away," he said sarcastically with a boastful air.

   He motioned me over.  I approached in resignation.  Mel and Bo were
sitting comfortably, watching.  I stood before Scott.

   "Put your hands on your head," he ordered, and I complied.  "Now, turn
around, slowly," he began, "I want to see what I'm going to be enjoying."
My face flushed, but I obeyed.  "Keep your hands on your head," he said. 
He stood up and got behind me.  He gripped me tight against him.  I could
feel his hardness pressing into my backside.  His hands worked towards my
breasts, I started to lower my hands but he pushed them back up.

   "Obey!" he said, like a parent scolding a child near a hot stove.  I
placed my hands back where he wanted them, out of his way.  He fondled my
breasts.  He fondled them like I know he wanted to for so long now.  So
many times he wanted to lay his eyes and hands upon them and now he had
them, in between his strong fingers, kneading and massaging them.  I saw
Mel and Bo with excited looks on their faces.

   "Scott, I can't, Mel and Bo, I didn't agree to them...watching," I
complained.

   "I didn't say you did, " Scott repeated, "however, they are damned well
sure going to watch." I acquiesced.  I closed my eyes and tried to block it
all out.  Scott noticed this and commanded me to open them.

   "You keep your eyes open, bitch, I want you looking at them while I
manhandle you," he said, sending an electric jolt embarrassingly through
me. His fingers found my pussy.  Mel and Bo's eyes got wider.  He dipped a
strong finger down between my folds.

   "Fellas, this bitch is wet, what did I tell you?  Didn't I tell you
she'd dig this kind of shit" Didn't I tell you that she liked being naked?"
My heart sank, I knew I'd been betrayed by Beth.  She no doubt had been
telling him all along about my trials with exhibition.  I was helpless,
naked, about to be used by a guy I detest, deep in the wilderness with two
other men watching, and my best friend had help get me here.

   Scott sat back down, the boys took out some brews, but didn't offer me
any, they made me stand there like their own naked statue while they talked
amongst themselves.  Scott sat down on a blanket.  He beckoned me to him. I
stood in front of him.  He patted the blanket, motioning me to join him. 
Reluctantly I did, though my body was starting to fight another battle.  I
positioned me between his legs, on my knees.  Oh god.  He started to unzip
himself but stopped.

   "You do it," he said, staring coldly at me.

   "Scott, I didn't say I'd suck you," I said even though the idea now
didn't totally repulse me now.

   "No, what you said was, you'd let me have you, any way you want me," he
corrected.

   It was all so much, he was going to make me suck his cock while his
friends watched from a few feet away.  Funny thing though, my body was
inexplicably warm, even as the evening air was cooling.  There was a fire
building in me.  I unsteadily fumbled for his zipper and finally got it
down.  He helped me help him wriggle out of his underwear.  His cock was
mostly flaccid, but it hung nicely down his leg.

   "Now suck my cock, Samantha, suck it like the whore we both know you
are," he urged.

   I wanted to slug him while at the same time a growing need was rising in
me.  His cock was twitching under my touch.  It was so soft, so incredibly
velvety.  I lowered my head.  Mel and Bo scootched closer.  Scott moaned
softly as I took the tip of his impressive member into my mouth.  It was
something he'd wanted since he met me, he knew it, I knew it.  All that
time, and now, his fantasy was coming true, he had me, naked, on my knees
serving him.  His cock grew quickly in my mouth, filling me with that
powerful feeling I get when I know I'm giving pleasure.  It was starting to
dawn on me now that part of my hatred for him was a defense mechanism to
counter my own desire for his manliness, his rugged handsomeness.

   "That's it dirty Samantha, suck that cock good," he groaned.  I did, I
sucked his cock like he wanted.  I teased him, I licked him and engulfed
him.  Mel and Bo were in awe, they could see me rocking back and forth on
my knees which gave them a wonderful view of my shapley ass.

   "Ok, slut, that's enough of that!" he said, yanking me off his dick with
a pop.  I actually was disappointed.  "Now, to fulfill your end of the
bargain," he said ominously.  He pulled me over roughly, the softness in
him was gone, I'd awakened the tiger.  He produced some more rope and bound
my hands behind me.

   "You don't have to tie me, Scott, I'll do what you want," I begged.

   "I know you will," he said, "I just want to tie you down, like the
animal you are.  You are my prize." He pushed me over a huge, fallen log
which presented my ample ass to him.  My grooves in the tree trunk cut into
my tender nipples.  "Looks like you've been whipped already...bet you liked
that too, didn't you bitch?"

   "Noooo," I protested.

   He leaned into me, his voice soft and rough in my ear.  "I'm going to
punish you Samantha.  I'm going to make you pay for all those times you
teased and pranced around me, knowing you were showing yourself off.  All
those times I could see your nipples poking out of your tops, knowing you
wore outfits like that just to tease me, to tease us all."

   "Noooo Scott, I didn't mean to, I.." I whimpered, scared now.

   "Yes you did, you knew exactly what you were doing.  He was right, I
realized now that I'd been wearing revealing clothes around him, even when
it wasn't necessary, I had been doing it to tease him, and I had denied all
this time.  I'm going to punish you, I'm going to make you pay for
everything, tonight."

   He called Mel and Bo over.  They held my arms to the side and up, away
from my ass.  Suddenly, I knew why.  Scott's belt broke across my ass in a
lightning bolt of white hot pain.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I screamed.

   Again and again he whipped me, with malice.  I could feel the welts
raising between strokes.  I struggled against my captors, it was no use, I
feared I wouldn't have any skin back there when he was done.  My ass was on
fire, especially when a stroke would fall in the same place twice.  I was
shrieking like a madwoman.

   "Shut the slut up," Scott growled.  He sent Mel back for something.  He
came back with a small tennis ball.  We carried them on the ATVs so that
the dogs could chase them.  Scott shoved it into my mouth, He was gagging
me with a nasty dog toy.  I fought him the whole way until he showed the
metal end of his belt to me, inches before my eyes.

   "Should I use this end on you"?  He asked sadistically.

   "No," I cried.

   "Then open up." He shoved the ball into my mouth and tied a bandana
around it to keep it in place.  I was reduced to grunting.  He continued
his assault on my tender flesh only a few more strokes.  My grunts truly
were animalistic at this point.  Then, he stopped.  My mind was awhirl I
sincerely was no longer thinking, only feeling.  I felt his cockhead rub
across my pussy lips.  It was wet, I was wet, for him.  Then, he was inside
me, he skewered me with that big beautiful cock.  That cock that I'd
resisted for so long.  It was inside me, deeply.  It was as if it belonged
there.  I whimpered only when he'd withdraw it, teasing me with it's
fullness, it's length.  I was whole when it was inside me, I was empty when
he pulled back.  I found myself backing into him, trying to keep it in
there greedily.  I only felt his cock, my wetness, the absolute fire in my
ass cheeks, all blended together in my fevered mind.  He was drilling me
now, hard, I could feel pain in my thighs as he drove me into that wood. 
In subconscious my mind there was only us, only this feeling, though I knew
that Mel and Bo were there.  I was being raped, taken, defiled, used and no
one else existed but us.

   The trance was broken by Scott.  'Boys, you ever see a good ass
fucking?" He said.  I had no will left, it was broken.  I just waited for
the inevitable.  Sure enough, his cockhead now probed my ass, slick with my
own juices, betrayed by my own filthy desire for it.  "Beg for it Samantha,
beg me to fuck you there," he said in a frenzy.

   "Do it, Scott, fuck me...please...use my ass." I said, wonderfully
defeated.

   He pushed in, roughly.  I screamed into the ball.  He owned me.  He took
my ass like it was his, and tonight, it was.  He rode my ass just as hard,
if that was possible, as he did my pussy.  I was his bitch, his anal whore,
my grunts now were of pleasure.  I was still being held down, almost as if
they let go I'd drift away in my own ecstasy.  Scott had the stamina of an
athlete, but soon it was over.  I could feel his cock twitching, then
finally exploding, filling me with his cum, so hot it matched the heat from
my beating.  He stumbled back, pulling out of me, his cock covered in his
cum mixed with my juices.

   Scott fell back on the ground, I could even hear him panting.  Mel and
Bo released my arms.  I fell back limply over the log, not having the
strength to even try to stand.  Scott rested for awhile, I'm not sure what
Mel and Bo were up to but I was lost in a fog, still hanging over the log.

   Scott pulled my limp, naked body up and forced me to stand.  "Ok, I'd
say you fulfilled your bet," he smiled softly.  "Now, this goes no further,
right"?

   I nodded.  I no more wanted to tell my best friend that I'd allowed her
boyfriend to fuck me in my ass than he did.  He removed the gag.  Scott
marched me back to the ATVs.  Mel and Bo were waiting.  The look on their
faces was priceless.  Scott had me model for them again and for the camera.
They most assuredly captured cum dripping out of my ass, down my inner
thighs.  Scott made sure I knew his intentions.

   "You know all our friends are going to see these pictures, right baby
girl?" he teased.

   "Yes sir," I said instinctively.

   "And you are ok with that, right?" he said, now fully knowing my
weakness.

   "Yes sir, I want you to show my pictures around," I said as I heard Mel
and Bo gasp.

   "See"?  Scott said to the men, "I told you."

   My pussy was throbbing, the exhibition, the nudity, the hunt, the rough
sex with that wonderful cock...I was still on fire.  My whole being was in
a jangled mess of hormone and adrenaline.  It was as if Scott knew my very
soul.

   "So, we agreed that only I get to 'have you like I wanted, right'?

   I nodded, though I wanted it somehow to not be true.  It was if they
also were a part of this incredible day that I wanted them to have
something too.

   Scott saw right through me, "So, Mel and Bo can't have you like they
want, right"?  I nodded, wishing somehow I'd worded it differently.  "Ok
then, guess that means it has to be your idea, what you want." My legs got
weak.  I knew what he was going to say before he said it.

   "Samantha, " he whispered.  "What is it you want?"

   "I want to suck them," I said softly back.  I actually wanted to be
devoured, completely filled by all of them but I knew time was a factor.

   "I don't think they heard you, tell them what you want." he ordered.  '

   "I want to suck your cocks.  Mel, Bo, please let me suck your cocks."

   They were on me in a flash.  Scott shoved me down on my knees.  "Dirty
whore," he said with disgust, though not convincingly.

   Their cocks were out, in my face.  I sucked them in, one at a time.  I
slobbered over their cocks like I hadn't had a cock in years.  First one,
then the other.  I knew they'd wanted me for a long time.  I knew they
always figured I was out of their reach.  But now, here I was, a naked,
spunk filled slut, slurping them down like a two bit whore.  They felt
their prisoner whore up while I sucked them.  They rolled my nipples
between their strong fingers, they probed my pussy, then my sore rosebud
with them.  They got to feel everything they'd been fantasizing about since
they'd seen me.  They wasted no time, they filled up this whore's tummy
just as Scott reappeared.

   "We have to be getting back he said, tapping his watch."

   He was right, if it was to appear that I lost.  He'd have to bring me in
before the time limit, otherwise Beth would assume I won.  They'd had me
captured and taken me now for over two hours, there was less than an hour
left though, on the ATVs I figured we could be back in 10 minutes tops. 
Scott had other ideas though.  Another branch, much smaller was laid across
my shoulders.  A rope was tied around my wrists and looped over the branch
on each side, binding my arms up like that.  He attached the other end of
the rope to the front of his ATV.  He was going to parade me in, like the
defeated slut trophy I knew I was.  I was broken, scraped up, whipped,
used. I thought of Beth, I thought of how disappointed she'd be.  I thought
of how I'd betrayed her, even as she'd betrayed me, allowing her boyfriend
to rape me, to mindfuck me.  I didn't know how I'd be able to explain away
all the marks, especially with the belt.  He threatened to whip me again if
I slowed down.  Occasionally he'd lash my behind with a thin stick, though
it was nothing but a prod, nothing like the pain of his belt.  My mind was
racing as they led me, their naked prisoner, back to the house.  The sun
was fading behind the trees and the light from the ATVs shined past me,
like that night at the river.  They were marching me home, still I could
hear the camera whirring behind me.

   "We should mark this slut, like cattle, as she's our prisoner, our
property," Scott joked to the boys.  "Maybe a tattoo on her ass, of our
victorious hunt or something." He said no more about it, though he was
definitely thinking.

   We approached the wide open expanse that was visible from the house. 
Beth, no doubt was waiting.  Only a few steps more and I'd appear, naked
and defeated.  I turned to Scott and said, 'Wait." Scott stopped the
caravan.

   "Listen, what we did out here...well, that's between you guys and me.  I
mean, Beth had nothing to do with this.  All she wanted was for you to
spend some more time with her.  The rest of ...that," I said, referring to
my debasement, "was my doing.  She shouldn't be punished for that."

   "So, what do you want me to do about it," Said Scott, wondering where
this was leading.

   "Is there any way you can, you know, act like you lost, let me go here
and let me get to the house?"

   "NO fucking way," all the men said in unison.  Scott replied, 'First, it
means we'd lose, second, we'd lose our hunting trip, third, we'd lose three
thousand bucks."

   I knew there was another way.  "Can I pay you back somehow?" I begged,
hoping against hope.

   "How?" said Scott questioningly.  "You don't have that kind of money,
and if you are referring to sex, my little slut, I think 3000 and the fact
we've already had you, might be a little steep, not to mention taking away
all the fun we have, that's priceless."

   "Well, I said, sticking my neck all the way into the noose now, "Didn't
Bo say that men would pay for something like this?"

   "This?  This what?" Scott asked with a little more interest.

   "Well, first, all those pictures you have, you guys said you know people
who will like them, can't you...I don't know, sell them somehow, like on
the internet"?

   Scott stroked his chin for a moment.  'Well, for one thing, we own those
pictures already, and if we want to put them on the net, we will, don't see
how that benefits you, in fact, now that you mention it, I definitely will
distribute them on the net.  In fact, I'll put your name, slutty Samantha,
on it.  I design websites, you know that, I'm going to make your own site,
we have hundreds of pictures here.  We both know how that excites you."

   I blushed, even though it was ridiculous for me to do so at this point.
Still, my pride didn't want to let me lose, at least to have my best friend
know it.  I took my final gamble as Scott tried to urge me into the
opening.

   "Wait," I panted.  "Ok, how about this?  How about if I agree to go to
hunting camp, next year, with you, without Beth knowing.  I'll cook and
clean for you, just like she would." Scott looked unconvinced.  "I'll do it
all naked, of course, all weekend."

   Scott just laughed.  "You'd do something you like, just for us," he said
scornfully.  "No way that's worth 3000$ plus, either.  Let's go, slut, you
are stalling" He began to creep the ATV forward, urging me forward.  All of
a sudden he stopped, just as I was about to step through and be viewable to
Beth.

   He smiled at me.  'What"?  I asked with hope.

   "Well, I belong to a hunting club right?  So, many of those members go
with us on our hunting trip."

   "Yeah"?  I asked hopefully.

   His grin was wide now.  "They would absolutely DIE to do this."

   "Do what?  I asked.

   "Go on a hunt like this, for a naked woman, with benefits at the end if
they win," he emphasized.

   "No fucking way Scott, I mean, I know you guys, doing that
with....strangers....it's just too dangerous." I begged.

   "No no, hear me out.  How about this?  I rent you out, as their naked
prey.  We set a price, it comes out of what you owe."

   "How much do you think you'd get?" I asked sheepishly.

   "I'd say we could probably get 500 a man, don't you think, guys"?  The
guys nodded enthusiastically.  "So, a few hunts, you'll be paid down I'd
say.  Also, I'll be there, I know these guys, I'll be your security, I'll
tag along, hell, I wouldn't miss this for the world."

   I kicked the ground nervously, unsure of my move.  "Do they get to fuck
me too...after?" I said in a little girl voice.

   "Well, that'll be part of the negotiation I suppose," Scott said, "I was
figuring the 500 was with you fucking them, I don't think they'd agree to
that much without it."

   ..."And you'll tell Beth that I won, that I eluded you?"

   "Hell yeah," they said.

   ..."and you won't go on your trip, or make Beth go"?

   "Nope," Scott said firmly.  He leaned into my ear, 'however, this
doesn't fully get you off the hook, if you know what I mean." I was pretty
sure I did, but he continued, out of the hearing range of the other men,
"it means, this..." he said grabbing my pussy roughly with his strong meaty
hand..."belongs to me, until the debt is fully paid."

   I nodded, feeling my old world crumble around me.  I was now his,
whenever and however he wanted.

   "Don't think that 3 grand is the total, either," he said, stepping back.
Just us losing that week of fun is worth 'pain and suffering' money."

   "Oh god, how much more Scott, how much do I owe you then?"

   "I'd say let's make it an even five grand.  I know I can find enough
hunters to pay it, and in the meantime, as interest, Me, Mel and Bo might
have a few more hunts in us, right boys?" The boys enthusiastically
concurred.  "We'll take a few bucks off for those, maybe," he sneered.

   I could feel my pussy gush at the thought, "Yes sir," I said meekly.  I
had just agreed to basically slave myself sexually for god knows how long.
Interestingly, that hum in my loins did my reasoning for me.

   "We have a deal then, boys, let her go." As they untied me I turned to
Scott.  "How DID you guys find me that quick, I guess you really are that
good.  " I said sincerely.

   Scott laughed.  "Yes, we're good, but also, your two way has a GPS
tracker in it," he said, showing me his phone, 'We have three of them, in
case we lose one, " he laughed.

   "You fuckers cheated!!" I screamed in embarrassment.  "Then I did win!"
I said.

   He laughed.  "We didn't cheat at all, that's how you hunt, with every
piece of technology available.  We didn't say anything about it.  Guess you
and Beth should've cleared that first with us," he chuckkled.

   "But that's so unfair." I whined.

   Scott called my bluff.  "So do you want to scrap our deal, let Beth
decide for herself?  In fact, do you even want to stop our new deal?"

   He knew I didn't.  I was free of the bonds.  I bolted out into the
opening.  I reached my pile of clothes and dressed quickly.

   Beth greeted me on the deck.  She was beside herself with joy that I'd
made it, finally, she'd get to stop Scott from his hunting trip.  She
hugged me deeply, I didn't allow the scared look of a rented slut animal
that I'd become to be visible to her.  The men returned shortly after,
acting dejected and forlorn.  We settled back to drinking as I made up a
story about how I'd eluded them cleverly, Scott played along nicely.  I
tried not to show Beth when I winced ever time I sat down.  Scott met me in
the kitchen again later, as we had before this whole game even started.  He
ground up against my tight jean shorts from behind.  I could feel the pain
in the skin of my behind, I knew I'd be bruised up for days.

   He whispered in my ear, "for the time being, no more panties or bra
around me, I need to have quick and easy access."

   I lowered my eyes, "Yes sir, " as sparks shot through my pussy again.

   'I have a bite on the hunt thing.  Next weekend, up north, you in"?  he
said as his fingers snaked under my shorts, finding my wetness expertly.

   "God Scott, I won't even be healed by then, but yessss," I purred, as he
removed his fingers and bade me to lick them off.  My life as a hired
hunted slut had begun.





   The Ultimate Hunt-Nude Female Prey Ch.  02

   I returned home after "the hunt" and almost literally slept for the next
two days.  I would dream vividly of being chased, hunted down by men,
sometimes they'd turn into strange creatures, all hungering after me.  It
had been quite a change from being a beginning exhibitionist to a hunted
slut.  Scott, my best friend Beth's boyfriend had hunted me down and took
me anally in front of Mel and Bo, two of his hunter friends as part of
losing a bet.  Beth knew nothing of the payoff of the bet, her boyfriend
ass raping me, we kept that part secret.  The price of losing went beyond
that, I am now required to pay him back the money that I cost him.  I was
able to talk him out of telling Beth, in return I had to agree to pay him
back the money.  He made me sign an I.O.U for 3000 dollars.  The way I was
going to pay was, apparently, by becoming a hunted slut for hire.  He was
planning on advertising me out to his hunting buddies, as well as on the
internet, using the incriminating pictures the men took of me.  As a
result, I'd become Scott's, to use and to own, at least until I was paid
up.

   Scott had told me that night that he'd gotten a 'lead' on another
potential hunt.  I hadn't heard from him since then.  I'd had to call in
sick on Monday and Tuesday to sleep my way through the hangover of what had
happened.  I returned to work on Wednesday but couldn't keep the recurring
thoughts out of my head about what was happening to me.  I kept replaying
it all, the nakedness, the excitement, the freedom, the incredible erotic
nature of it.  I'd been taken by the guy I thought I most detested, in a
totally humiliating way,.  Yet I found myself thinking about it often, my
body betraying my mind.  I was fighting the battle between what I was so
turned on by, and the guilt of having betrayed my friend, letting him fuck
my ass, and now becoming sexually indebted to him.

   Scott called me on my cell phone at my desk.  Just seeing the number
caused my heart to leap.

   "Hey sunshine, how are you holding up?" he asked, as if we were the best
of friends.

   "God, I'm still tired, exhausted really, I'm just dragging myself
through it...plus....I'm still having a hard time sitting..." I mumbled
into the phone.

   "Ah, not used to anal sex yet are you," he asked.

   "Well, that and the fact that you nearly strapped the skin off my behind
with your belt, you fucker," I sassed at him.

   "Well, either one you'd better get used to," he said ominously.

   I decided to put up a strong front and maybe bluff him out of all of
this.  "Scott, listen...I've been thinking about all this...and....well...I
don't think I'm going to go for it."

   "Is that right?" he asked with a bit of disdain.

   "Yes, I've been thinking that you have as much to lose as I do by Beth
knowing.  And, after thinking about it, Beth actually owes you half of that
money.  Plus, I've been thinking about those pictures you took of me.  I
mean, I have to sign something like a waiver, otherwise you can't just sell
them on the internet.  I'll just find some way to pay you back...without
all this." I said, referring to his plans.

   Scott only took a second to gather his thoughts, "Ok, first, I'm not all
that concerned about you telling Beth anything.  Do you think she'd be more
betrayed by me, a man she's only dated, off and on for a year, or her best
friend since high school?  Second, did I say anything about selling your
pictures on the net?  I am only going to use them as advertisement, for
future hunts.  You'd have to be able to find the site first, then you'd
have to prove it is you, and that you didn't agree to all of it and again,
it's not for making money.  They are public shots.  There's nothing more
public than you, naked on your own volition.  Also, I'd be the first person
in history to get in trouble for posting nudes on the internet, the
internet would collapse," he laughed cruelly.  "I'd consider adding to your
debt, if you'd rather not have me use the pictures, and if I do, I'll make
you sign the fucking waiver," he finished coolly.

   I realized he was right, I'd be hurting Beth more than he would.  She
had mentioned how he's probably 'not the one'.  Knowing that I might be
able to keep the pictures off the internet cemented it.  I was on his hook,
wriggling like bait, but unable to escape.

   "Listen, I have a potential idea for this Saturday, are you going to be
ready for that by then?"

   "Well, how much will he pay?" I said.  I was embarrassed that my first
thought was for the money and not the outrage of having to do it.

   "Well, it's not a regular hunt, per se," He explained, "I just have put
feelers out about interest and I've gotten some feedback and I think I have
an idea on how to get the ball rolling and so you can knock off some of the
debt."

   "Ok, how are you going to do it?" I asked meekly, not believing I'm
sitting here rationally discussing a man whoring me out to be hunted,
naked.

   "You'll see, slut, you'll see....however, I have a few things I would
like before then."

   I hesitated to ask, "what things....sir?" I said, trying to keep him
pleased and less likely to take full advantage of me.

   "Well, come over tonight to Beth's, we'll have a barbeque, and I'll have
something for you to do which can earn you some money."

   I wasn't sure I wanted to find out what it was but both he and I knew
that I'd be there for it anyway.  I was anxious all day.  I was so antsy I
had to leave work early and down a beer, then two, to calm my nerves.  I
showed up, semi-reluctantly to Beth's at the appointed hour.  I'd not
wanted to face her for fear the guilt of her boyfriend fucking my ass would
show on my poor poker face.  She acted none the wiser however.  Mel and Bo
were there, it was all I could do to avoid looking them in their faces. 
They were polite though, as always, and never let on anything.  Scott was
all over me, however, every chance he got when Beth wasn't around.  He
grabbed me when he could.  He felt me up, made me show him my tits and he
sucked at my nipples quickly before sending me on my way.  Once, he made me
drop my shorts and show him the marks on my ass.  He was pleased that I
remembered not to wear underwear around him.  I was embarrassingly
beginning that familiar tingle in my pussy at his treatment.

   "Nice...you know...I think the marks will actually help sell the idea,"
he said thoughtfully.

   "Scott, what's your plan, your idea...you said I could earn some of the
money I owe you." I begged, not wanting to be held in this agonizing
suspense any longer.

   "Ok doll, geez, you just can't wait for this shit," he laughed, seeing
the agony it was causing me.

   "Ok, I had an idea.  I'll say you can knock of 100$."

   "Doing what"?  I asked nervously.

   "Ok, I distract Beth.  She's about to start grilling anyway.  You go
around to the side of the house, drop all your clothes." My heart began to
pound with that.  "Then, as fast as you can, or want to, you race to the
old fence in the back.  That's gotta be what, ½ mile or so?" He said.  I
nodded.  Ok, I give you exactly a one minute head start.  I will then let
Mel, and or Bo go after you." I gulped, fearing to hear the rest.  "If they
catch you before you reach the fence they are entitled to a blowjob.  If
you make it I'll knock 100$ off."

   "That's it?  100$ for them chasing me?" I asked, hoping for a better
deal.

   "Well, how about I send them both, and 200$ for the both of them then,
take it or leave it."

   I nodded in assent.  I figured since Mel and Bo have already seen me and
had the use of my mouth I wasn't risking much more.  The game was on.  He
looked outside for Beth.  "Ok, go now, I'll start my watch when I see you
take off."

   I went around to the side of the house.  I looked around as I removed my
shorts and my top.  I wondered about keeping my running shoes on but I knew
Scott would make me pay somehow if I wasn't totally naked, so I
begrudgingly removed those as well.  I peered around the corner, the coast
was clear, I took off.  Again, my boobs are my pride but in running having
nicely sized tits does not translate to running comfortably naked.  I held
them down with one arm and tore off as fast as I could.  Now, I am in good
shape, I work out several times a week, mostly treadmill type stuff with
occasional jogging.  Sprinting, however, isn't my forte.  I realized it
right away as I was already gassing after a couple hundred yards.  I knew
if I was going to make it I'd have to either take a small rest or slow down
considerably.  I decided against stopping altogether and began a more
reasonable jog.  I was about half way when I dared a peek back.  They were
there, just bursting through a clearing not far behind me.  I had no
choice, it was sprint now or nothing.  I picked up the pace, I had to let
go of my boobs to get full speed.  I'm sure they looked a sight, bouncing
obscenely as I ran.  I could see the fence, it was just about 100 yards
away.  I heard Mel and Bo yelling.  I didn't think I was going to make it,
I was approaching the fence agonizingly slowly.  They were right behind me,
I had turned my head to look for them.  Suddenly, I was there.  I made it!

   I was doubled over, my hands on the fence, gasping for air when the guys
ran up.

   "I....made it....I ....got here first..." I panted.  They were obviously
disappointed.  They looked at each other but said nothing.  I tried to
stand fully, my hands still on the fence for support.  Suddenly I felt
their hands on me.  One hand was on my tits, another on my ass, one was
targeting my pussy.  His fingers found their way and found my folds getting
juicy.  They were feeling me up.  I was so exhausted I was slow in
reacting. However, that got my adrenaline pumping again.

   "Stop!  I won, stop it, Scott said if I made it here I won," I gasped.

   Reluctantly they withdrew their hands.  I guess to them, they were just
hoping that I was just playing those games to get cock.  I guess there was
some truth in that, however, it went deeper than that for me, it was the
way Scott took me, used me, controlled me, that drove me now.  Just the
mention of Scott made the guys back off.  They told me to give them ten
minutes head start back, so as to not make Beth suspicious.  I agreed, plus
I figured I need the time just to get my breath back.  I walked slowly back
to the house in time, all the while wondering how I'd gotten to this place
in my life, being controlled by my best friend's boyfriend Why I wasn't
fighting it with all my being and why my pussy was telling a different
story?

   I returned to the side of the house and slid my shorts back on.  It
wasn't until I reached for my top that I discovered, to my horror, that
somebody, most likely Mel and Bo, had apparently jacked off on my top. 
Their cum was everywhere.  I realized then that that's what they wanted the
ten minutes for.  I cursed them under my breath.  How was I going to avoid
Beth seeing that?  I didn't have any extra jacket or sweater in my car, no
clothing at all.  I had to think of something quickly, I heard Beth calling
for me.  I slid in the side door, raced into her bedroom and grabbed one of
her button down sweaters.  I put it on quickly over my cum stained top,
buttoning it as I hustled outside.

   She looked at me when I returned, "wow, Samantha, you look flushed again
dear, and it looks like you are sweating.  Are you ok?" She said, moving in
closer.

   I assured her I was, that I just felt a little tired so I went and laid
down for a few minutes but that I was feeling better now.  She was standing
so close I knew she could see her sweater, covering my top.  I wondered if
she could smell the reek of cum too, I knew I could.  She stood there
smiling at me, I felt like I'd wilt under her gaze.

   She looked at her sweater, '"Maybe you are sweating because you are
warm," she smiled sweetly.  I told her that I'd gotten chills.  She was
nearly on top of me, looking down at my top.  Then, .she just turned away
happily, 'Dinner time!" she said.

   I had to spend the next couple hours like that, my top drenched with
their drying cum.  Mel and Bo just smiled at me every time I looked at them
and I'd shoot them an icy glare right back.  The night was finally over and
I was 'free' to go.  Scott got in a few more feels before I left, even
managing to finger fuck me for a few seconds as I got him a beer out of the
refrigerator.  Humiliation must suit me, I figured, because here I was,
getting wet and juicy with his sick games and rough treatment.  Before I
left, Scott whispered in my ear.

   "Make sure tomorrow night is free, for an hour or so...I've got some
business to attend to with you." He said, with little concern over my
reaction.

   He left a message on my cell phone at night, regarding the next
evening's plan.  I was sound asleep, trying to recover from my workout.

   "Hey slut...I'm not sure what to call you yet...I'll figure something
out, you won't earn or deserve me calling you Samantha until we are squared
up.  "I want you to meet me at the coffee shop on Maynard at 7pm sharp.  I
don't care about your top, but wear that one yellow skirt I've seen you
wear.  No underwear, I shouldn't have to tell you that, of course."

   I shuddered.  My yellow skirt was an above the knee, light, airy thing.
I often had to pull it down during the times I'd wear it so as to not
reveal too much.  I didn't like where this was headed.  It was on my mind
all day at work, my stomach was churning furiously, again, I had to leave
early because of it.  I took a short and very unsatisfying nap when I got
home.  Finally , I dragged myself to the shower and made myself ready.  I
wore a very conservative top, a thick, shapeless blouse, almost like a
counterbalance to the revealing nature of the skirt.  My heart was flipping
as I left my house.  I truly had no idea what was going to happen.  I
arrived at the coffee place and took a seat, he hadn't arrived yet. 
Finally, after making me wait and keeping my stomach acid churning, he
showed up with a self satisfied smile.

   "Hey, nice choice in skirts there, babe," he laughed.  I blushed.  I was
sitting on the edges of it to keep it from riding up.  He had none of it.

   "Open those legs, let that skirt fall naturally," he growled in my ear.
I reluctantly complied.  "Ok, that's better," he grinned as I released the
edge of the skirt.  I could feel air freely flowing under my skirt and up
to my bare pussy.  Scott bought me a latte and made infuriatingly inane
small talk as I sat there worried about looks from every man that came into
that place, worse, he wasn't revealing what we were doing there.  Finally
he got to it.

   "Good, now that you've got some caffeine in you, we're talking a walk."

   He led me out of the store and down the street.  Again, I found myself
holding down the edge of my skirt with my hand.  He spent just as much time
swatting my hand away from doing it.  Suddenly we stopped.  We were in
front of a tattoo parlor.  My heart nearly seized.

   "That's right," he said calmly, even seeing the fear in my eyes, "we're
here for you."

   He grabbed me by the arm and nearly dragged me up the stairs to the tiny
studio loft of the parlor.

   "Scott, no...no...you can't do this..." I begged.

   "I can, and I will.  I told you that you need to be marked each time you
get hunted and caught, just like the animal you are." I was begging
furiously now.  He told me what his idea was.  "Ok, I'll knock 250 bucks
off your debt.  All you need to do is get a tattoo, on your behind, of a
bear paw.  It's kind of my signature, showing that I hunted you.  He showed
me a copy of it.  It was small, less than an inch high and wide.  It was
basically a big circle for the pad of the bear, and three smaller circles
on top, representing some of the claws.  "Look, I know you've discussed
tattoos with Beth, she told me you've always wanted to start small, but
that you'd eventually like a bunch.  Well, here's your chance to start." I
blanched at Beth revealing another one of my secrets, but he was right. 
And for 250$...I joylessly agreed.

   Turns out the tattooist was a friend of Scott's.  He knew we were
coming. His name was Derek.  He was a good looking guy, dark haired, kind
of Goth, well built in his arms and chest.  He put me at ease.  He smiled,
joked and we talked for quite awhile about tattoos and art in general. 
Scott disappeared out of sight for the time being.  Finally, Derek just
came out with it.

   "Scott said you want a bear paw, like this," he said, showing me the
mockup of the design.  The pads of the paw were dark brown.  Each of the
pads was outlined in red.  It actually looked kind of cute.  "He said you
want it...." he said, hesitating.

   "On my derriere, yes," I said softly while avoiding his gaze.

   "All right, I can do that," he smiled.  He had me lie on his table.  It
was a nicely padded one like they have in massage places.  I knew it was
coming, but it still gave me a start when he said, "um...can I lift...your
skirt?" nervously.

   I lifted it for him with both hands, revealing my ass totally to him. 
He went downstairs and locked the door.  He worked quickly on me to begin
before I changed my mind.  He kept up chatting and had me relaxed, well, as
relaxed as one can be with one's ass fully exposed to a stranger.  That
familiar thrill of being exposed had me getting excited, against my better
judgment.  I bit my lip as he worked.  I couldn't help notice his chest and
arms, strong and sure, as they worked on me.  He was sitting close, I could
feel his breath on the skin of my behind.  Suddenly I winced as he hit a
sensitive spot.  Then I remembered, my ass was still full of healing
bruises and red marks from Scott's abuse of me earlier.  I felt suddenly
more exposed.

   "Should I even ask how you got these?" he said, as if reading my
thoughts.

   "I'd better not say," I said, not knowing what to say to him.  He went
back to work on me.  It was no more than 20 or 30 minutes and he stood up,
stepped back and admired his work.

   "I think that turned out nicely," he smiled as he had me stand up.  He
handed me a mirror, I looked at it in the larger mirror.  I chuckled a bit,
it really was kind of cute.  I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to thank
him.  He just stood there looking at me.  It was then I realized what he
was waiting for.  He was waiting to get paid.  I started to panic.

   "Oh...um...you want money...how much is it?" I stammered.

   "Well, Scott and I agreed to a hundred."

   I'm sure the blood was rushing from my face.  "I'm sorry, I thought
he...I thought Scott was paying, I didn't even know we were coming
here...I...I only have like, 20 bucks on me." I said, apologetically.

   He nodded.  "Well, Scott kind of told me to expect that.  He told me you
like to try and weasel out of paying."

   I said, "Oh my god, that is so not true, I never do that!  I'll pay you,
I'll just go home and get my checkbook," I said defensively.

   "Listen, he also said that you might like to pay...uh...some other
way..." he said, laying it out there.

   "Oh my god, Scott was whoring me out for this, " I thought in anger.  I
debated my options.  I thought, first, if I had 100 bucks I wouldn't want
to spend it in a tattoo place, I'd be paying down on my debt with Scott. 
Second, he is definitely sexy...  I swallowed my pride.  "What is it you
want for your hundred bucks?" I managed to spit out.

   He didn't say a word, he just led me by my hand back over to his table.
He patted it, indicating he wanted me back like I was.  I laid down, face
first again.  He pulled my legs over the edge.  I felt my skirt being
pulled up with his strong hands.  I heard his zipper, I felt his head,
pressing against my gathering wetness.  Then, he was inside me.  I was
again being used, against my better judgment.  Yet, he was sliding into me
easily, my juices were making it easy for him.  I felt his strong hips
grind into me.  I couldn't help it, I backed my butt into him, helping him
in I could feel his impressive hardness touching me deeply.  I reached
behind me and grabbed at his hips, trying to help him ride me.  I could
feel him quiver, then heard his shudder as he filled me with his cum.  My
pussy was buzzing and I tried to keep him inside me as long as I could as
my fingers found my clit.  I was grinding away when I looked up to see
Scott there, smiling, holding his cell cam.  He was capturing this on
video.

   "I can't leave you alone for a minute and I find you fucking my
friends," he said sarcastically.  He gave Derek a high five and they
laughed about what a slut I was like I wasn't even there.

   Scott gave me my new 'total' after adjusting for the tattoo.  He told me
he'd pick me up Saturday night for a chance at some real 'hunting' money.
He patted me on my bare behind, sending me on my way.

   "You fucker," I hissed.  But, as I walked down the street, holding my
blowing skirt down, I could feel warm juices leaking down my inner thighs
and I felt alive.  I hated him, but for some reason, I loved this.

   Friday flew by, my thoughts were jumbled.  Before I could even think,
there he was, at my door on Saturday night.

   "You ready, cunt?" he said smiling broadly, obviously pleased he'd found
his new name for me.  I said nothing.  I followed along obediently.  The
thing about Scott that made him different from every other man I'd been
with is that he didn't care to play the game.  He wasn't interested the
niceties, he said what he wanted, he meant it, and he took it.

   I was irritated at myself for finding this darkness, exciting.

   He drove us into the darkness.  He just looked at me, "suck me," he said
without reserve.  I did as instructed, I sucked on his thick cock as he
drove me to his secret destination.  I was still sucking on him when he
pulled up.  I popped up my head.  I saw a place that looked like a VFW hall
or something.

   "Where are we?" I asked aloud.

   "My hunting group's club," he said, leading me up to the door.

   "Oh shit," I thought, "this could be bad."

   Scott led me to the middle of the room.  There were a number of men at
tables and a few at the bar.  There was probably a dozen of them.  Mel and
Bo were among them.

   "Gentlemen, this is the cunt that I have told you about.  You've heard
about her, you've seen the pictures.  This here, my boys, is the real
deal," he said as he shoved me to be in front of him.

   I heard some appreciative whistles and comments before Scott interrupted
them, "Don't let this fat ass cow think she's hot or anything," he laughed
and the men joined in.

   "Ok men, I've told you about her last hunt, " he started as I felt that
familiar red flush take over my face.  "I'm a man of my word.  So, here she
is.  Tonight, those of you that are interested can make your decision on
future hunts.  But, as we've discussed and I've agreed, you need a bit more
incentive, that's what tonight is for, to show you the possibilities of
what you'd be getting.  " He grabbed me from behind.  He whispered in my
ear.  'Strip."

   I thought, "oh god, oh god." My hands were shaking.

   He leaned in, 'remember, the better you are, the more you convince them
they should want your fat ass the quicker we'll get the money." I couldn't
argue with that.

   I removed my top, to the hoots and hollers, revealing my luscious
breasts.  Then, I kicked off my shorts in a hurry, just to stop my hands
from shaking.  I was standing there now nude, in front of a dozen or so
hungry eyes.  I closed my eyes.  I could feel them circling me, all the
while commenting on various parts of my body.  They were discussing the
merchandize like I was just a quivering piece of meat.  And I was, I was
just a piece of meat for them to hunt, to use, to fuck, and they knew it.

   I felt hands on my.  They' stroked and kneaded my tits, they felt my
firm ass, a few even found my pussy with their fingers.  Scott pulled me
back before it got out of hand.

   "That's it men, that's all you get for now.  As we've discussed, we can
begin our games now for tonight."

   I shuddered, I thought, "you mean this wasn't the game?"

   He took me out of the room, into the foyer.  He looked me into my eyes
firmly.

   "This is your chance for some money tonight, cunt, don't mess it up,
this could be very lucrative to us over time," he said sternly.  "Here's
all you have to do tonight.  Think of this as advertising.  There's a
perimeter fence around the property here.  Just like at Beth's you are
going to race.  It's a somewhat shorter run than Beth's.  I've got about 7
takers for the race." He saw the fear in my eyes but kept on, "you'll race
them, one by one, for a hundred each.  They all want to see you in action,
the naked, hunted slut.  I figured this was a good way that they can see
whether or not you are worthy of the big money.  If you win a race, great,
we'll go to the next one.  If you lose, I've talked the boys down to a
blowjob.  Don't embarrass me either and spit it out, you swallow it like
the cockwhore you are, got it?  So, 7 guys, 700$, that means 350$ off your
bill.

   I said, "What?  What the fuck, that's 700 off my bill!"

   "Fuck no it isn't, I'm not doing this for free, I get half of any hunt
we get."

   My head was spinning, I was so furious.  "This is so fucking not right,"
I spat.

   "What, you want to do it all, come up with the money?  I'm the one who
knows people, who can find people, if you think you can come up with it as
fast, be my guest."

   He was right, I had no leads, I was struggling with money.  My divorce
had cost me plenty and I was still working my way out of that debt.  I had
no answer.

   He just glared at me, "Listen, slut, I really am tired of this
resistance, one more and I'll just call the whole thing off and you know
everything that could happen after that."

   I knew, I was crushed.  "When do I start?" I asked meekly.

   "Now," he said.  He led me out the side door and pointed in the
direction of the fence.  The back property was basically a shooting range.
It was lighted, at night, I could see the back fence in question.  "Wait
here," he said, leaving me naked, in a pool of my own shame.  He returned
with one man.  He was a burly guy, thick, hairy arms, a large neck.  His
teeth were crooked.  He grinned stupidly at me.  'Harry, this is the slut,
slut, Harry," He said condescendingly.  "You only get 30 seconds head
start, starting....NOW!" Scott said.

   I took off quickly.  I just can't explain how it feels, to be naked,
running, all lit up with spotlights, while a deck of men watch and cheer,
and another man chases you, trying to win your cock sucking skills.  I'd
like to say it's the worst thing in the world, that you should hate it to
your very soul.  But for me, I can't help it, it's a nature that I can't
even explain.  I knew all the men were watching, it spurred me on.  I
reached the fence easily as the big man came up far too late, puffing
heavily.  "Ha!" I said aloud, much to his chagrin.  I walked back
triumphantly.

   The next man was a tall man with glasses.  Jimmy was his name.  He fared
no better, definitely not the athlete type.  I outraced him with plenty to
spare.  Scott noticed my pride, he just shook his head, he was far more
devious than I'd thought, it became more apparent as I lined up each time.
I'd beaten the first two easily, the third one, though nearly had his hand
on me as I reached the safety of the fence.  It was when I returned for #4
when I started to realize Scott's plan.  Each man was getting younger, more
athletic.  Plus, I was now getting rubbery legged from repeated sprints.  I
asked him for a breather.

   "The only breather you get is when you are on your knees, sucking cock,"
Scott said coldly, "Next!" he called.

   It was a young man, somewhat heavy set, but muscular, with thick, strong
legs.  He was grinning.  "GO!" yelled Scott and once again I took off.  My
legs no longer had the spring they had earlier, plus, my boobs were
starting to get sore from bouncing wildly around with each run.  I lost my
train of though and I stumbled over a root a bit, slowing me down. 
Suddenly he was on me.  He tackled me to the ground.  He was laughing.

   "Gotcha, slut!" He snickered.  I was brushing the dirt off me, on my
knees.  He just unbuttoned his Levi's right there in front of me.  His cock
was musky.  I begrudgingly took it into my mouth, between gasps of air.  He
was hard in no time.  I could feel the eyes of the other men on us.  I knew
they could see, it was well lit, plus, I noticed a few of them holding
binoculars earlier.  I knew they were getting a show.  The young man didn't
last long under the relentless pressure of my tongue and he soon spilled
his seed into my mouth.  I walked back slowly, trying to stall and rest,
while wiping the excess off my lips.

   I'd gained a little reserve from the respite I had while sucking cock
and my leisurely walk back.  I had more life.  I out kicked #5 by about ten
yards to the fence.  I was slowly ambling back when I heard Scott announce,
"If you aren't back here in ten seconds I'm sending them all out there for
you to service!" He yelled.  I hustled back.

   #6 Was Mel, he caught me far from the fence.  He teased me by running
around in front of me, sending me in another direction in my attempt to get
around him.  He basically was cornering me, herding me back towards the
men. I gave up and dropped to my knees.  I gave him the blowjob he'd wanted
the other night.

   "Oh yeah, slut, that's it, suck my cock," he moaned.  I'd never heard
him talk like that before.  I stopped sucking him and looked at him in
shock.  He grabbed my head and forced me back on him, 'did I tell you to
stop sucking my cock you fucking whore?" he said, lost in pleasure.  I'd
awakened a beast in him and I guess I could see why, all those times I'd
teased him, then, that last time racing to the fence, he was building for
this.  He blasted me with a copious load of his cream.  I choked a bit on
it.  This caused laughter in the onlookers.  I swallowed hard.

   I was spent now, I had nothing left.  #7 was Bo.  Scott yelled for me to
run.  Instead, I just walked up to Bo, unzipped him, and sucked his cock
right in front of the rest of the men.  I had no interest in running
anymore.  I fellated him well, even though my jaw was getting sore from
being invaded by the 4th cock of the night (if you consider Scott's in the
car).  The men were beside themselves by this last brazen act.  Scott later
told me he thought that that helped drum up a little more interest than
they'd even had before.

   My tummy was full of cum, just like he wanted.  Scott took me out of
there slowly, parading his slut proudly for future interest.  He drove me
back home, keeping me naked.  Before he let me out of the car he just
pulled me onto his lap.  His cock was out.  He had me ride him like that. I
had wondered when he'd take me, it'd been since the hunt, and since all
those other guys getting me.  He enjoyed my swollen, excited pussy bouncing
up and down on his magnificent member.  He shot deep inside me without a
word.  I actually felt a sense of accomplishment, being able to please him
like that.  I went into the house, still naked, to collapse.  The smell of
all those men on me would have to linger, I had no interest in a shower.  I
got the shock of my life when I got inside.  Beth was there.

   "Oh my god, Beth...what are you doing here?" I gasped.

   "Well, apparently watching you fuck my boyfriend," she snipped.

   "Oh my god, Beth, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry...you don't
understand...I...I..." I cried.

   "Oh, I understand all right, I understand his cum is mixed with your
slut juices right now."

   I just bowed my head and cried.  "Beth...I'm so sorry." I fell to my
knees, sobbing.

   "Regardless of the situation here, the fact is you lied to me, and
fucked my boyfriend behind my back, even though you really were doing it
for me."

   She allowed me to let it all out.  She just stood quietly in front of
me. Finally, I had nothing left, I reached for her to hug her, still on my
knees.

   I saw her smile, " Ok, I think you've paid enough." I looked at her
hopefully.

   She looked at me with a grin.  "Oh my god Samantha..." she said
questioningly, "you mean you really don't know"?  I had no idea what she
was talking about.  "You can't be serious...oh...wow...I don't know how to
tell you this then..." she laughed.

   I looked at her in complete confusion.  "Sam, wake up," she chuckled,
"You think I didn't know about all this"?  she giggled.

   "What!?"

   "Yes, I knew about all this all along, the hunt, Scott fucking you, you
running naked in my yard, silly girl, do you think I'm totally clueless, my
god, I helped set all this up, who do you think gave Scott the two way
phone to track you in the first place," she said, laughing.  "Oh, the
tattoo was a little bit of a shocker from Scott, but from what I can see, I
really like it," she said, beaming.

   I collapsed on the floor.  I was spent, this was all too much.  She'd
set me up to be at the mercy of her boyfriend.  Now, it all made sense. 
All those looks she'd given me, the help in the exhibition games, all the
secrets she'd pulled out of me.  She knew exactly what I was into, what I
was capable of, what I wanted, and she'd schemed to make it happen.

   "Scott and I are no different, you see, " she said.  "We both see the
potential in you, what you truly are.  He is interested in fucking you, for
sure, the money he doesn't really need.  I, on the other hand, am more
interested in your wonderful debasement.  Whose ideas do you think those
hunt was, the chases?  C'mon, Scott doesn't have that kind of wickedness."

   "So what does this mean?" I asked in a daze now.

   "Well, it means we can drop this charade.  We all know.  Then, we can
continue our games freely."

   "But, but"....I stuttered, "the money."

   "That's between you and Scott, dear, you are the one who signed an IOU,
" she said.  "Trust me, he'll use you to make us all money.  However, there
is still the matter of you betraying me.  I still can't believe you'd lie
to me, let my boyfriend anally rape you, and keep that from me, after all
these years..." she said with some disdain.  "He called me from the two way
after he captured you.  I told him I was SURE you'd back out, refuse to
fuck him, after all, that's what a true friend would do.  Then, he told me
you begged him to fuck your ass.  Well, I guess I was wrong about you,
about our friendship."

   "I said I'm sorry Beth....so sorry....I was trying to help you," as I
sniffed away a tear again.

   "Well, you are going to start making it up to me.  Put your clothes on ,
slut, we're going out."

   "But Beth, I'm not sure if I want to...do this...anymore."

   Beth smiled sweetly, belying the wickedness of her intent, "Listen, if
the guilt of lying and betraying me doesn't do it, and you having a signed
debt to Scott, there's always the videos he's made of you."

   "Videos"?  I asked, wondering about the plural.

   "Sure, he made the one of you willingly fucking the tattoo guy for
money. Even better though is the security camera video of the hunt club
tonight.  That's right Samantha, they have cameras, GOOD ones, amazing how
well that will show.  But in truth Samantha, I'd never do that to you, even
after what you did.  Scott still might, but your deal is between you two,
not me.  So, it's your choice.  I'm talking about you and I.  This is your
chance for it being right again.  I know who you are Samantha, I know
everything about you, I love you dearly.  You can do what we ask from now
on, willingly, or we can part as friends.  You know what you are Sam, what
you want, it really should be a winning situation for all of us.

   "What should I wear tonight?" I asked meekly It appeared I now had two
people controlling me sexually.  I knew this was going to be difficult. 
That feeling in my groin told me, yet urged me on.





   The Ultimate Hunt-Nude Female Prey Ch.  03

   {Part three of "Ultimate hunt- nude female prey"}

   *

   I was standing in my doorway naked, still dripping Scott's cum from my
pussy.  The corners of my mouth were sore and dry from sucking on three of
his hunting friends.  And now, my best fried Beth was ordering me out for
more.  Whether it was blackmail, guilt, or if I actually got off on this
stuff, I still couldn't be sure.  Beth had me, just like Scott had me.  I
was at their bidding.

   "Let's see what we have in the closet for you to wear, we can't just
can't have you show up in public naked...or can we?" Beth laughed.  She
rummaged through my closet while I sat there in a state of shock.  "Here,
this looks perfect," she said as she handed me my red leather micro mini
skirt.  I groaned.

   "But Beth, I haven't worn this in years, my butt will be hanging out of
it for sure," I whined.

   "I don't see the problem there," she smirked.  "After all, you've been
naked in public several times lately, this should be like wearing a parka
to you."

   A minute later she produced a short black crop top with a V-neck.  It
was quite cleavage revealing, I tended to only wear that on dates.  She
handed me some frilly red lace panties.  I was thankful that even though
they were sexy, at least I was allowed panties this time.  I wasn't so
lucky on the bra, however, she wanted to see my nipples poke out
prominently.  She was pleasantly tickled when she tweaked my nipples
between her fingers, which made them stick out nicely for her.  Beth had
never touched me like that before but I had a feeling this was going to be
a night of firsts.  She let me to the mirror and gave a few long whistles,
showing her pleasure at what she saw.

   "My my, Samantha, if it's possible, I'd say you may even look better
barely dressed than not at all."

   I could see a hint of my red panties peeking out under the back of my
skirt when I turned, no doubt she noticed it as well.  She gave me a wry
smile.

   "I think we're good here," she grinned.  She marched me out the door by
my arm without any words exchanged.

   We drove for a bit before another word was spoken.  "Am I allowed to ask
where we're headed?" I asked, hoping for some leniency.

   "You can ask anything you want, doesn't mean I'll answer," she said with
a condescending smile.  "However, it may embarrass you more to tell you. 
So, here it is, we're headed back to Jake's bar along the river," She said,
scanning my face as she spoke.  I know she wanted to see the panic in my
face and I'm sure she did.  "That's right, I just have missed so much of
this life you are now living, Sam.  I want to watch you, be there when you
do your thing," she said without subtlety.  "I figured I needed to see for
myself, in person, all those things you are capable of before Scott whores
you out to another hunter.  Scott has been quite busy, you see, dear.  Your
pics have been viewed by thousands by now.  Scott already has a hunter
lined up for you.  You are going to have a busy weekend next weekend. 
We've been getting tons of emails daily, I've had a hard time answering
them all."

   "Emails about what?" I asked, fearing the answer.

   "Oh, they want to know more about you.  They want to see more, hear more
about the slut in those pictures.  They absolutely love hearing the stories
of all the things you've done so far." I wanted to crawl into a hole in the
floorboard.  "So, tonight I want this to be about us, about you showing me
what you're becoming, before Scott comes in a whisks you away again."

   I could feel that knot in my stomach starting to tighten.  I saw Beth
steal a glance between my legs at my partially exposed panties.  I quickly
closed my legs.  Beth slapped my legs hard, and made me open them back up.

   "That just won't do," she snapped.  I was made to hold my legs open the
rest of the way.

   We pulled down the river, past the turn off of the dirt road that I'd
walked naked on only a couple weeks before.  It seemed so long ago now. 
That seemed so mild and innocent, compared to where I was now.  I almost
longed for that again.  I feared where we were headed with all this.  We
pulled into the parking lot.

   "Get out," Beth ordered.  "Go in, get us a seat.  Talk to everyone that
talks to you, you are not to ignore anyone.  If anyone asks to dance, you
dance.  You are not to say no to anyone in there, got me?" "Get us some
drinks, I'm sure you'll have people buying, so that should be no problem,.
I like how free and loose you get when you've had a few, don't refuse any,
" she said and I nodded meekly.  "Off you go then, I have to make some
calls," Beth explained.

   I walked to Jake's bar which was the first bar along the river.  On
weekends such as this, they always had a DJ and dancing.  It was nearly
always full.  Tonight was no exception.  I walked in.  I dreaded seeing
anyone I recognized from the last time I was there.  I knew that many had
seen me do my naked march for them.  Some of them that I'd talked to before
knew that my name was Samantha.  I'm sure more heard from their friends
about what I'd done.  I hoped beyond hope that I could hide in this big
crowd.  Dressed like I was, there was little chance of that.  I found a
seat in the corner and had barely sat down when a man came up to the table.
He was grinning.

   "Hey, nice to uh...see you again," he said, blatantly ogling my
cleavage.

   "Hi," I said softly, barely looking up.

   "Samantha, isn't it?" He asked.

   Oh god, here we go.  "Yes," I said, hoping he just remembered the name
only.

   "My name is Billy, can I buy you a drink?" he wondered.

   "Um, ok, my friend is coming too," I said.

   "No problem, I'll get her one too, it's a woman, right?"

   "Yes," I nodded.

   He left.  I took a deep breath.  I took stock of my situation.  I'm in
the shortest mini skirt I own, panties probably poking out no matter how I
sit.  My tits are in a cleavage revealing top.  My pussy is still buzzing,
and full of Beth's boyfriend's cum.  What cum hadn't leaked down my leg,
that is.  I'm in a bar where many of the guys have seen me walk naked
across the river for them.  My best friend is outside doing god knows what,
no doubt some kind of planning for exacting her revenge.  I still wasn't
clear on her motives fully, Was it even revenge?  Is it out of her
friendship, her desire to have me explore these deepest, darkest things?  I
couldn't be sure.  Billy returned with some shots.  Ugh, shots.  Still, I
wasn't to refuse.  I knocked down my shot and wiped it off with the back of
my hand, reminding me of how I'd done that with those cocks earlier.

   Billy tugged me onto the dance floor against my protests.  I tried to
keep my skirt from riding up the best I could.  Each time he took my hand,
however, I knew the people behind could see the color and type of panties I
had on.  We danced for two songs, I could see faces as I swirled.  They
were watching me.  I saw Beth had found our table.  I urged Billy back. 
Back at the table, several men came up and introduced themselves.  It was
clear why.  They knew who I was, in fact, word seemed to be getting around.
I could tell by the way people were looking at me and whispering to each
other.  The women were shooting me the dirtiest looks imaginable.  Finally,
one man, Reggie, a well built black man, after plying me with more alcohol,
came out with it.

   "So, there's some talk here tonight that you are the woman who walked
nude down the river." I didn't respond, so Beth nudged me hard in my
ribcage.

   "Yes, yes, that was me," I sighed.

   "Well, I just have to say, that was um, pretty interesting," he grinned.

   Beth nudged me again.  "Thank you," I said, knowing how she wanted me to
respond.

   Beth leaned over and whispered something into Reggie's ear.  He smiled
and pulled me back onto the dance floor.  The lights were low and there
were quite a few couples on the dance floor.  A slow song was playing and
Reggie pulled me close into him.  I could feel him, his muscles, his
breathing, and yes, even his bulge as it poked into my stomach.  His hands
got freer as the song went on.  I saw Beth encouraging him as we'd turn. 
His hands found my ass and he was kneading my cheeks, basically holding
onto me like that.  I knew that onlookers were watching, I could see their
interested faces.  I decided to close my eyes to try and block it all out.
Reggie's hands found their way up to my top.  His large hands found my
breasts and slowly caressed my tits through the thin material.  He found no
resistance.  Beth's voice was echoing in my head about how I was supposed
to act.  He turned me towards the corner, somewhat blocking the view for
most.  His hand found it's way into the V of my top.  He was now cupping my
naked breast.  He found my nipple and pulled on it.  I gasped and leaned
into him, automatically.  Beth was right, alcohol tended to have a
loosening effect on my libido.  She always knew it.  Combined with his
manipulation of my nipple, it was sending shivers to my pussy.  The song
ended and we returned to the table.  By now, our table was buzzing with
men. There'd be 2, 3, or more men at the table at once, talking to both of
us.

   Beth pushed me off on another man to dance, I think his name was Jim. 
Jim wasted no time either, his hands were on me immediately.  He was kind
of rough, and crude, but I allowed him to let his hands roam, per my
instructions.  Jim wasn't so subtle.  He got his hand under my skirt.  I
feared what was coming.  I was right, his hand went right to my mound.  He
started pawing my pussy through the thin material.  This didn't suit him.
He grunted, pulled the panties to the side, and slid his fingers over my
lips.  He held me strongly with one hand on my ass, while his other hand
finger fucked me on the dance floor.  I tried to maneuver so his back was
blocking the view to the others but he constantly turned me back.  I think
he wanted them to see.

   The song ended and Beth bade me back, thankfully.  However, my respite
was short lived because she sent me out with another, then another.  Each
one finding my tits or pussy, and most often both, with their hands.  I
felt like Beth wanted all the men there to have my pussy glistening on
their fingers.  I, on the other hand, wanted to run and hide, though
something made me stay and allow this treatment to continue.  Beth was
getting bored watching me get pawed.

   Another round of drinks, I was feeling the effects of it now.  My head
had a good buzz going.  Beth sent me to the ladies room.  She told me to
wait in the hall.  I walked through the maze of men, all of them ogling my
outfit, the jiggling of my tits, the curves of my ass poking out.  I went
to the back hall and waited as she said.  The ladies room was in a separate
hall, I was safe, at least for the moment.  Beth came around the corner. 
She came right up to me, her face inches from mine.

   "Are you having fun Sam?" She said with a smile, no doubt with some
influence of alcohol as well.

   "Yes, Beth, lovely," I said sarcastically.

   "What?  Don't stand there and try and tell me you don't get off on all
this.  Half the men out there have your pussy on their fingers, you telling
me that you aren't totally wet?"

   I shook my head.  "Bullshit!" she said with disgust.  'Show me," she
said, pointing at my pussy.  Hesitatingly I pushed my panties aside and
slid my fingers over my lips.  Of course she was right, I was dripping, I
was being betrayed by my own body.

   "Ha, told you, you slut, don't ever question me," she laughed
derisively. "You are going to pay for that, give me your panties."

   "But Beth, oh my god, I'll get arrested out there." I cried.

   "Oh, don't worry, you aren't going back there, not yet anyway." She
said. She pushed me towards the back, there was an exit door.  She showed
me out the back.  "Go to the pickup and wait, and oh, the panties, hon."

   I kicked off my panties and handed them to her.  She grinned, took a big
whiff and put them in her purse.  "God, you can smell your excitement Sam!"

   I waited at the pickup truck.  I ducked behind the side several times as
people approached, now knowing my skirt wouldn't hide much of what I had to
offer.  Beth walked out a few minutes later, Reggie was with her.  I turned
red, I knew what was going to happen but I can't stop that embarrassment
anyway.  Beth climbed into the back of the pickup truck and took a seat,
all while sipping on her long neck beer.  Reggie didn't say a word.  I was
sitting on the edge of the pickup door that Beth had let down.  He hugged
me.  His hands found my tits again, this time he lifted the top over my
head and exposed them to the air.  If his nipple tugging earlier had sent
shivers through me, his twisting both of them sent hot electric currents
directly to my clit.

   "I told Reggie I wanted to see you suck his cock, Samantha, he is going
to be your first 'internet connection', he really admired those pictures
and especially the video of you in the tattoo parlor," Beth said matter of
factly.

   My head was buzzing, my pussy was tingling, I didn't argue.  I loosened
his belt.  He dropped his pants right there.  We were in the back of the
parking lot, no doubt Beth chose this spot for that reason, but there were
still several cars beyond us, we still had the chance to be spotted.  Beth,
obviously, didn't care.  I took Reggie's black cock into my mouth.  I'd
never had a black guy before.  I think Beth knew it.  I think she figured
it might be more embarrassing, formerly prissy white cheerleader, Samantha,
sucking on this guy's nicely engorged black cock.  It didn't matter to me,
it was cock, and I was told to suck it.  Reggie played with my tit's the
whole time I fellated him.  I was sitting on the end of the rear door, and
he was standing, his height making it a perfect position for both of us. 
Reggie started holding my head, and guided his dick into my mouth.  He
started to face fuck me.  Beth was behind me, I could hear her ooohing and
aahing.

   "That's right Samantha, slut, suck that big cock," she was urging.  I
was doing my best.  By now I was just getting mouth fucked.  Reggie drove
it into me, making me choke on more than one occasion.  Finally, he let
loose and filled me up with his sperm.  He held my head the whole time, I
coughed and gasped as it went everywhere.  Reggie just looked down at me,
then at Beth.

   "You are right, woman, this slut can suck some cock, call me anytime!"
He laughed as he zipped himself up and walked away.

   Beth just looked at me with an amazed look.  "Damn, Samantha, I never
knew it looked so good, or that you were so good at that kind of thing. 
"Ok darling, " Beth cooed.  "Time to go get some more, I heard that both
bars are now buzzing about this naked slut." I rubbed in the cum the best I
could then put my top back on.  "You wait here again," she smiled sweetly.

   "But Beth, that last guy, and those other guys at the hunt club tonight,
I'm tired, and my jaw is sore," I whined

   "Fine Samantha, I know you have two other holes they'd love to use,"
Beth said coldly.

   Suddenly, I heard something that nearly stopped my heart.

   "Samantha?  Samantha Stone?" came the voice.  "Oh god, oh fuck, who
knows me?" I wondered in panic.

   Beth was grinning ear to ear.  "Well, if it isn't Matt.  You remember
Matt, don't you Beth?" She knew I did.  Matt was totally hot for me in high
school.  He was one of those quintessential dweebs.  He was a techno geek,
into projectors and the like.  He ogled me non stop for four years.

   "Matt told me something interesting," Beth said, "he told me that one
fall dance when he asked you to go, and you went with Bob Raines instead,
that he saw you two making out under the bleachers that night.  He said he
saw you with your top off, on your knees.  Kind of like you were a minute
ago."

   I wanted to die, I wanted to just spontaneously combust, if only it was
possible.  It was obvious Beth had talked to him before this, this was just
too great a coincidence.

   "Look at her now Matt, she doesn't seem to good for you now, does she?"
Beth asked sarcastically.

   Matt just shook his head.  Beth stood me up My face was still slick from
cum.

   "In fact, I don't think you are too good for anyone right now," Beth
chuckled.  "Are you sure you even want this cunt?" Beth said, sticking in
the proverbial knife.  Matt wasn't sure of what to say.  Beth just smirked,
"Well, her pussy may still be good.  Show him your pussy dear, let him be
the judge."

   I sat back against the reclined truck door.  I lifted my skirt.  My
pussy was in the open.  Embarrassingly, my lips were puffy and engorged. 
"Ask him if he wants to fuck your slut pussy," Beth urged.

   "Do you want to fuck me, Matt, do you want this pussy you've wanted for
years"?  I urged, finding a side of me that has been lurking.  The alcohol
was helping.  Beth took out her camera.  I wanted to float away, to another
place and time.  There wasn't time for escape.

   Matt was on me like if he wasted a second he'd wake up.  He got his dick
out.  It was long, but very slender, I almost laughed, but I knew Beth
would punish me more, somehow.  I sat up on the edge of the truck.  He slid
it into me.  Over his shoulder I could see people looking out the windows
of the bar.  Oh god, I hope this is quick.  Sure enough, Matt probably was
either a virgin, or he had little experience at all, but after some quick
humping he jacked his cum into my wetness.  Beth rolled her eyes and
smiled. He quickly pulled out and apologized.  Just as fast as he'd cum he
took off into the darkness.

   "Well, that was interesting," Beth giggled.

   "Beth, are we done now, can I go home?" I whimpered.  I'd had a night
where I'd been chased down, sucked off three men at the hunt club.  I'd
been fucked by Scott in the car, I sucked off Reggie, now this.

   "Hardly," she said impassively.  "But, I have other plans." She had me
get in the truck and we drove away from Jake's bar.  We were only heading
down the street, to the 2nd bar.  Beth parked off the parking lot, in the
grass, under a bunch of trees.  Beth had me wait outside the car, naked. 
She returned with three men.

   "Seems like these men all know you, Samantha," she cackled.  In my haze
I noticed two of them were from the other week, no doubt they'd seen me
parade naked.  I think they were both bouncers.  The third man hung back,
out of sight.  The bouncers circled me.  Beth put me on my knees.  I had to
go from one to the other and suck them.  Beth sat back in the dark with the
other man and discussed me like I was a piece of meat.  I could hear and
see a camera working.  I was being filmed again.

   "Man, that slut really is sexy, I love her round ass, those nice firm
tits." said the man, in a voice I was trying to place.  Beth would just
agree and suggest things for the men to say to me.  Whore, slut, cunt, I
heard it all, it only spurred me on through my significant buzz.  Finally,
the men started to show signs they were ready.  They were letting me linger
on their cocks for a longer time, I could sense they needed their release.
Suddenly they all stepped back slightly.  One of them held my head by my
hair as he jerked with the other hand.  Soon, I felt ropes of cum hit my
chin, face, tits.  It was going everywhere.  They both dumped their load on
my naked flesh.  They stood around and laughed at me.

   "Wow, that is one fucking slutty cow," they chuckled.

   I looked up at Beth, cum stinging my eyes, "Can we go home now?" I
begged.

   "I don't think so, after all, didn't my boyfriend fuck you in your ass?
Didn't you give that precious ass to him on the very first time he had you
naked?" I think you owe me a lot more," she said ominously.  "No, you have
something else to offer," she said, giving me a start.

   Out stepped the 3rd guy.  It was Ron, one of my bosses at work.  "Oh,
fucking christ.  I can't, he's my boss.  How can I ever face him again?" I
asked my panic stricken mind.  Beth was cold.  Calculating.  Far more
devious than I'd ever imagined.

   Beth had the other 2 guys hold me, they bent me over the truck bed. 
"Old Ronnie here said he's wanted that ass since he met you.  " I was
starting to kick and scream now.  I felt my top being tied around my mouth,
gagging me.  My arms were pinned uncomfortably up and behind me.  The other
men each had one leg wrapped around my legs.  I was bent over, spread open.
I was crying now, through the gag.  Beth just leaned in, stroking my hair,
"you'd better hope his cock is smaller than Scott's" she said coldly,
cutting to the point of it.  I'd let her man fuck my ass, this was my
repayment for all of it, all this, for my betrayal.  I was having to pay,
literally now, with my ass.

   "Let's see if he likes your ass as much as Scott does," Beth growled. 
Ron stepped up between my legs.  I could feel his cockhead teasing me.

   "Gawd, the bitch is wet," he said with some wonder.  He was right, he
was finding my pussy nearly flooded from all the calculatingly wonderful
abuse.  He used my own wetness against me.  He coated his cock with it and
then found my back door opening.  He slid in with only some resistance. 
The men muttered their appreciation for the sight of this cockslut getting
anally reamed.  Ron rode me like I know he's wanted to ride me for the all
the time I'd been there.  He never had a chance with me, he wasn't 'my
type' but now here he was, balls deep, buried in my ass.  It was all
because my best friend had called him and set me up.  She knew how
humiliating it would be to be taken by him.  I'd confided everything to
her, all my desires, all my hopes, dreams.  I'd told her all the people I
knew, about how I felt about every one of them.  That's why she contacted
Matt, let him have me, and now this man, probing my ass with a couple years
of desire behind it.  I could feel his lust for me.  He was fucking me
deeply, but with some restraint, he wanted this moment to last.  I tried my
best to hurry him along, I bucked back against him with fervor.  It only
added to his building excitement.  The other men were urging him on as Beth
filmed me getting defiled like this.  Finally, with a yell, he filled my
bowels with his hot load.  The men were slapping my ass now, adding to the
lurid cacophony of feelings I had mixed up in my head.  The men let me go
free, my arms were hurting something fierce.  I slumped to the ground.

   "So, I get a copy of that tape, right Beth?" Ron said, as he was wiping
himself off with my top.  Beth nodded in assent, adding a catlike grin. 
The men all circled me for a few moments and slapped my tits, my face, all
the while letting me know where I rated for them.  I was their slut, their
whore they used.  I didn't argue.  I was filled and covered in their cum.
That told the whole story.

   "Beth?  I have to pee," I urged, all that alcohol was finally hitting my
bladder.

   "So?  Go!" she just said with a dismissive wave.  I started to walk off.
She stopped me.  "No, here," she pointed at the ground, right in front of
her.  I felt tears welling up in me.  I knew I couldn't fight it, I had to
go.  I crouched, the men gathered around.  I could feel it flowing out of
me, I closed my eyes.  I still could hear the men mutter at what a fucking
shameless slut I was.  I peed so hard that I splashed my hand with it.  I
finally stood up when I was finished, I wanted to wipe it off.  Beth just
smirked.  "Lick it off," she said firmly.  I wanted to fight it.

   "Beth, no, please," I whined.

   "Fucking lick it off you right now or I'll leave you with these guys all
night," she snapped.  I took an uncomfortable swallow and did it.  I
cleaned off my hand with my tongue.  The men were laughing.

   "That's fucking gross!" they laughed, all shaking their heads.  Finally,
the men walked off after thanking Beth.

   I was sobbing now.  "Can we go"?  I begged again, more imploringly this
time.

   "You owe me one more thing, dearie, but, let's get out of here first,"
she said, pointing at a small group of men that had just burst out the door
of the bar.  They were heading in our direction.  Beth just looked at me,
as if daring me, "should I leave you here to fend for yourself, after what
you've done, or should you trust me and come along?" I jumped quickly into
the truck.  We sped off.  Beth took the same path as the last time we were
there, she turned off onto the dirt road.  We waited in the dark at the end
of the road for several minutes.  I was fearing another naked parade. 
Beth, though, was far more devious.  A ferry started up the river channel.
The river was basically a man made channel between two large lakes.

   "Ah, the midnight ferry, right on time," She giggled.  I didn't realize
the significance at first.  Then I saw the bridge we'd crossed lift for the
ferry.  Beth sprang into action.  She peeled down the dirt road to about
halfway.  She jumped out of the truck and made me follow.  She had turned
the truck somewhat sideways, so the headlights were facing mostly out
towards the river.  "Take off those fucking clothes," she barked, "those
men need to see your naked cunt and your slimy face," she said tersely. 
Beth climbed up on the hood of the truck.  She called me around to the
front.  Men were again lining up on the other side.  They could see I was
naked, they all knew me by now.  Beth lifted her skirt, she was pantiless.
"Oh my god, this can't be happening," I thought.

   "Now get me off," Beth said through clenched teeth, 'before that bridge
lowers and we have half the county on our ass." She'd never shown any
inclination for this before.  Had I awakened something in her?  Were my
escapades so provocative that even she couldn't help herself?  I guess it
didn't matter.  I pressed my lips into my best friend's pussy folds.  I
could hear the crowd cheering wildly as I brought my friend off with my
tongue.  This was my first experience with it as well, but I knew from my
own experience what she might like and I gave her all the tongue bashing I
could.  She came like a freight train.  I had to hold her legs down just to
be able to ride her thrashing out.  I pulled off her, panting heavily.  She
ran around the front of the truck.  The bridge was lowering now, I could
see cars waiting on the other side.  I wondered if they were after us. 
Beth took off in the truck, with me chasing her, naked, from behind.  I
could hear her laughing hysterically the whole time.  I reached the turn
where we were out of sight and Beth was waiting for me.  We drove off
quickly.  We stopped in the dark, along a lonely stretch of road.

   I was a mess, from my waist on up, covered in cum.  My face was still
glistening from Beth's juices.  We both laid back into our seats and tried
to catch our breath.

   "Wow, Samantha, that was amazing, it's like you have done that before,"
she said.

   I just looked at her and shook my head no.  "I just did what I thought
you would like," I said shyly.

   "Well, you DID, and fuck.....wow."

   I blushed slightly.  My fingers found my pussy.  It was soaked, and not
from Matt's nerdy cum, either.  I looked at Beth hopefully.  She got the
message.

   "What?  You want me to lick that skanky thing?" She said incredulously,
"you've got to be kidding!" She said, but with a wicked smile.  "Get
yourself off for me, Samantha, let me see you cum thinking about all the
cock you've had.

   I wasted no time, I tweaked my nipples with one hand and stroked my clit
with the other.  I was too close to make it linger.  I rubbed myself
furiously.  I came with a howl, as Beth just looked on in wonder.

   "You are something else," Beth said, just shaking her head.  "That big
game safari hunter Scott just sold you to for hunting is really going to
dig you.  Also, I really have to show you the website we have of you.  With
the pictures and video of tonight, we're going to have so many hits."

   I just laid back in my seat.  A tear formed in the corner of my eye.





   The Ultimate Hunt-Nude Female Prey Ch.  04 {This is the conclusion of
The Ultimate Hunt.  There isn't much sex in it (sorry)}

   I stayed in bed pretty much the next couple of days.  Scott and Beth
kept calling me.  I didn't go to work.  I didn't dare to, after Ron, my
boss had taken my ass this last weekend.  It was all thanks to Beth setting
it up in the parking lot that night.  I knew I'd be fired, I didn't care.
In my restless sleep an idea surfaced, fermented, then took root in my
brain.  Scott and Beth were pulling my strings, I was their puppet.  They
were leading me into a life I'd never imagined.  My brain struggled to
regain control.  Beth finally stopped by on Wednesday.

   "Wake up sugar, you can't sleep your life away," she giggled.

   "Wanna bet?" I groaned into the pillow.

   "Rise and shine," she said as she pulled the covers off of me.

   I was naked.  I'm sure marks were still visible on me.  I can't even
remember if I'd showered yet.  Beth pulled me up and basically forced me
into the shower.

   "I've got some news," she said matter-of-factly, no trace of concern for
me in her voice.  "Scott has negotiated quite a deal for you with this big
game hunter we talked about." I tried to tune out her voice as the hot
water reinvigorated me.  She kept on.  "This guy has been on TV, in hunter
magazines, he's really well known for hunting.  The guy thought this was
the best idea he'd ever heard.  I guess he did, because Scott got half the
money up front.  You'll be interested to know, Samantha," she said, looking
at me, trying to gauge my interest, "it was quite a bit of money."

   "So?" I said, still not quite fully awake.  "Scott will just pocket the
money, say I owed it to him somehow and that it won't count against my
debt, or some stupid bullshit," I said, avoiding her glance.

   "Samantha, I'm surprised at you," Beth said with a glare, "after all
I've done, after all we've done for you, setting up all these thrills just
so you can get your kicks."

   In truth, they'd tapped a part of me I only fantasized about.  I was now
living the fantasy.  But now I was having to actually go through with all
those things that usually only bounce around in someone's subconscious.  On
one hand, it thrilled me to unimagined heights, on the other I was
terrified that I was on a train with one track, going full speed up to an
impossible corner.  The idea of living it out was both exciting and
terrifying.

   Beth interrupted my personal debate.  "Besides, I think there's enough
money here for all of us," she said.  "Look, after this is over, I don't'
see any reason we have to continue this charade.  If this works out, we'll
call it even with you.  We were already planning on sharing the website
proceeds with you.  We don't need to 'buy' you anymore, Samantha.  After
this, I'm sure you'll do whatever we set up, both for the money, and
because it's your nature," she kidded as she tossed me a towel.  "Besides,
I see you haven't gone to work this week, I'm sure you don't have a job by
now.  You could use the money."

   I just stared at her blankly, I was thinking a million different
thoughts.  One of them was how much she looked like me, after all these
years.  We were similar heights, we wore our hair about the same length. 
Her tits are a bit smaller but just as round and appealing.  We carry about
the same weight.  The only real difference you could note from afar is our
hair color is different.  My burgeoning plan got another pillar to its
foundation.  Beth left after telling me to start answering my phone.  She
warned me not to "fuck this up or you'll be paying forever." As always with
Beth, she said it with a sweet smile.

   Ron called the next day, left a message.  Basically it said I was fired.
Then another message, "you aren't fired, if you show up and we can...you
know...continue from the other night." Then, two days later, another
message, 'Bitch, you are fired, don't bother showing up." I just yawned,
one problem solved.

   Scott called at the end of the week.  He did all the talking.  Basically
his plan was this.  Beth and I would fly out west on Thursday of the next
week, on the dime of the hunter, Jackson.  He had a hotel lined up for us,
well, for Beth really, because I'd be 'busy'.  Jackson would then take me
to a wildlife preserve.  The hunter and his mates would drop me off at a
certain spot and the game would begin.  Scott would be there for the ride,
going along with the hunters but not participating.  As before, if I made
it out to a certain spot they'd determine, I'd be free and would win the
game.  If not, they were free to take me in any manner of their choosing.
Scott delighted in telling me that detail, "In the manner of their
choosing." He rattled off all the details, which I noted carefully.  My
mind was going full tilt.  I had work to do.

   It took all of that weekend and the first few days of the next to do
everything I had in mind.  I wasn't sure I could make it happen, but I did
it.  I slept like a baby for the first time, that Wednesday night.  I felt
free.

   Beth showed up to pick me up and take us to the airport.  I met her on
the sidewalk, one bag in my hand.  She didn't need to see the inside of my
apartment.  "Oh, in a hurry to get there already you hot slut?" She
giggled. "It'll be a long weekend, I'm sure you'll get everything you need,
dearie," she snickered sarcastically.  I hope I do," I thought.

   On the plane ride Beth told me a few more details of the 'plan'. 
Basically again, I'd be out there naked again, but this time I'd have a GPS
guided phone.  No tricks this time, she swore, no one tracking me that way.
"This guy is legit," she smiled, "he wants to do it the old fashioned way."
She told me there'd be three or four others, depending on Jackson's wishes.
"The more the merrier though, for us," she chuckled, "each guy means more
money for us," she laughed.  "Yes, bring more," I thought, "that would be
just fine with me."

   We arrived in a nice, cozy hotel in the city, it would be an hour's
drive to the edge of the wildlife preserve.  It would probably be another
two hours ATV drive or so into the heart of the preserve, where I was to be
let off.  I could have the GPS phone with 911 capability, a water bottle, a
lighter to start a fire.  Everything else I'd have to get or make on my
own. At the drop off, I'd be given the map with the entire park, where the
hunters would start, and where my finish line was.  They would have an old
Indian guide drive us out there, him, Beth and I.  The Indian guide would
capture everything on a movie camera.  "For the website," Beth mentioned
proudly.  Partly for her own pleasure, as well as the hunters, Beth agreed
that I'd be blindfolded and naked for the ride on the ATV.  I made sure I
heard every detail, I didn't want to mess this up.

   Beth took a shower and I went over the items in my bag, to make sure
everything was ready.  It was.  Jackson showed up early.  Beth was still
drying her hair, it actually helped my cause.  She had it wrapped up in a
towel.  She had no makeup on.  I went to shower and I heard their voices
planning tomorrow's 'festivities'.  When I stepped out I could hear Jackson
and Beth arguing over something.  I listened in.

   "Listen, I've seen her pictures and some of her streaming video on that
website, but honestly, how do I know I'm getting quality product?" He asked
with concern.  Beth tried to calm him down.

   "She's a beautiful girl, you'll just have to trust us, just like a bride
I don't think you should see your girl before her time."

   "I'm giving you an awful lot of money, I really need to see something,"
he said, unrelenting.

   Beth was trying to reassure the whole time and they went back and forth
like that for awhile.  Then, suddenly it got quiet.  I put my ear to the
door, I couldn't hear anything.  I just heard movement and an occasional
sound, like a murmur or something.  Finally, curiosity got the better of
me. I inched the door open.  Beth was on her knees, sucking on his thick
cock.  Her head was still wrapped in a towel, nice.  My mouth fell open. 
This was just getting better and better.  I had my cellphone in my purse on
the sink.  I pushed record.  Finally, just before Jackson's climactic
moment I stepped out quietly.  Both of them took no notice.  I heard
Jackson grunt and fill Beth's mouth.

   Beth just wiped her hand over her lips, "Is that enough of a 'good
faith' deal for you?" Jackson just laughed and shook his head.

   "I'd still like to see the little lady," he said wistfully

   I thought of something and I wrapped my head in a towel, just like Beth.
I pranced out, naked.  "Is this presentable?" I said.

   He let out a low whistle.  "Now that's what I'm talking about." I
twirled for him and showed him the goods.  He moved in and placed his hands
on me freely.  I kept my hands above my head, urging him to feel what he
might be getting.  He took the liberty.  He caressed my breasts freely.  He
kissed my neck roughly, all the while whispering, "you'd better be fast and
ready, little one, because me and my friends, we like to play rough, if you
understand my meaning." I knew, I always knew, it's what everyone seemed to
want from me.  Beth stepped in.

   "All right, all right, show's over," she said, though laughing.  "Leave
some for tomorrow." Jackson now was placated.  He ran one finger over my
mound as he pulled away, "Tomorrow..." he ominously grinned.  Beth
playfully shoved him out the door.

   "Well, that's done," she sighed.  She showed me the wad of money he'd
given her, she was right, it was sizable.

   I didn't sleep that night.  I thought of all the things I'd done in the
last week and a half to get ready, The job, the apartment, my car,
everything.  It all hinged on tomorrow.

   I was up and sitting in a chair when Beth finally awoke.  "Already up
dear?  My my aren't you the impatient slut," she said with a grin.  I
barely moved while she showered, got dressed and made herself up.  Finally,
she was ready.  "Ok sweets, it's finally time, are you excited?" she asked
me, like you'd ask a child if they were ready for their birthday clown.  We
drove off quietly.  I eyed her ever present water bottle.  "Take a sip,
take a sip," I silently urged.  Finally, she did.  Last night's wine dried
her out, as it always does.  I could always count on Beth.  I kept an eye
on her as she drove.  She took another few swigs.  My eyes never left her.

   It was then that I noticed her lids starting to droop.  I took the wheel
with one hand.  She lifted her head and joked, "wow, I must be more tired
than I thought," and she lowered her window for some cool air.  We pulled
up to a stop light.  The light turned green, she never moved.  I felt her
slump into me, I shifted the car into neutral.  I guided her down and got
out and took her spot.  I had to shove her into the passenger side.  Cars
were honking as I finally got her over to the other side.  I drove to a
side road, just before the meeting spot with the Native American.

   I got out and quickly got my bag out.  It wasn't as difficult getting
her clothes off as I'd imagined.  What didn't slip off I cut off with the
scissors, she wouldn't be needing them anyway, I reasoned.  She was naked,
I placed one of the wigs on my head and straightened it up in the side
mirror.  Then, I placed one on Beth's head.  Yes, that matched my shade and
style nicely.  I put some bobby pins in for support.  I took out the cuffs
she had intended for me.  I cuffed her hands behind her back.  I added a
ball gag and a big, thick blindfold, just for my own safety.  Yes, she
looked good trussed up like this, very good, and why shouldn't she?  She
looked like me.

   I drove to meet the guide.  He met me with a smile.  I shook his hand
politely.  He saw Beth in the car.  He saw she wasn't awake.  I told him
not to worry, that I'd given her a mild sedative just to relax her, that
she's used to it, and that by the time we got to the drop off, she'd be
feisty and ready.

   We took off.  It was just about two hours in, as we'd figured, when we
started approaching the opening by the river that had been picked for 'me'
to start.  I noticed Beth starting to squirm.

   I joked, "the little filly is getting antsy I see, I told you she'd be
feisty." He just laughed.  He stole glances at her sexy, shapely body at
every turn.  My plan was nearly complete, just a little to go.  We arrived
at the site.  We both carried Beth to the spot, she was kicking and moaning
through the gag at this point.  Hawk, as he was called, told me he would
start filming from afar, the movie camera was equipped with a telescopic
lens that could capture events clearly for nearly a mile.

   I told him to wait.  I had a treat for him.  I posed him next to Beth,
with her wriggling furiously on the ground.  I took pictures of him
touching her everywhere.  She was nearly beet red, drooling into the gag as
he touched her, then finally penetrated both her pussy and her ass with his
long, tanned fingers.  Finally, we'd had our kicks, it was time for me to
wrap this up before it was too late.  I told Hawk to fire up the ATV, over
the noise I whispered in Beth's ear, "you scream or try anything I'll shoot
you down where you stand," I bluffed.  I removed the cuffs first, she was
still groggy, it took her time to find her motor skills, I took off for the
ATV, I could hear her starting to scream at me, filthy things, disgusting
things...yes, those would be the last words of a lifetime long friendship.
I dropped Hawk off about a half mile back.  I kept on going.

   Back at the hotel, I finished what I started.  I took the wad of cash
out of Beth's purse, I'd earned this for sure, even they couldn't deny
that. I got the website address from Beth's things.  I used the password to
download the newest pictures.  Then, I took our rental car to the airport,
I had made other plans.  A one way ticket out of there.  I reached my
destination, hours later.  I was in New Mexico, so far from anywhere I'd
ever been.  I'd had a childhood friend that moved there, she helped me
tremendously the last week.  Got me a place to stay.  She met me at the
airport.  We drove for hours into nowhere.  They wouldn't find me here, no
one would.

   Days passed, I checked the website constantly.  I signed up for the site
under an assumed name.  It took awhile but finally there were a few
pictures of the 'prey' sucking Jackson in a hotel room with her hair up in
a towel.  Then, some pictures of a rugged Native American copping some
feels.  Finally, about a week later, there was a new entry.  They called
it, "The safari," sure enough, there was Beth, just as I left her.  Her
eyes were startled open like a deer to a sudden sound.  She was naked and
just trying to find her legs.  I watched the whole thing.  The chase, the
capture, the gang rape.  I know that she had never taken anyone or anything
that violently in her life.  Her eyes looked at first terrified, then
listless, then finally blank.  I recognized that look.  "Well, I'm glad to
see that Jackson got his money's worth," I thought.  I knew Scott couldn't
renege on the deal, there was just too much money missing.  He'd never be
able to pay back what I'd taken.  I counted on his greed.  He whored out
his own wife to save his own ass.  No doubt he'd saw that it was Beth at
the moment of capture.  I saw nothing on the video of anyone stopping it,
no voice to protest, nothing.  They took her with smiles and laughter, as
they should.  I clicked off the site for good.

   In the last week I'd paid off my lease, sold my belongings and arranged
a new life here.  I had a thick wad of cash to tide me over.  It was a
quiet town, no one knew me here, no one would care.  There was a bookstore
in town, just a small one, but people liked to gather there.  One day I
found myself there, standing on a stool, reaching up for a book.  I looked
around to realize a young man was ogling my behind.  My shirt had ridden up
my back a bit.  No doubt it revealed several bear paw prints, climbing up
my back.  I checked to make sure that I wasn't imagining things, I reached
again, yes, he was looking.  I smiled to myself, I reached again, this time
higher...  I wonder if I should have removed my panties...
   {The end}