Quail Hunting

   It all started when the gas company decided to lease my place out in the sticks to drill a gas storage well. Their people seemed to think the deep rocks would be a good place to store natural gas for later use. I said ok but they were to leave the well casing in place if and when they pulled out. I thought it would be easier to close the hole by capping a pipe than having to fill the danm thing. Anyway the idea fell through and I was left with a 36 inch hole almost 6000 ft deep. I installed a swing open cap and just left it alone but the idea that I ought do something with it kept coming back. I live in the city and my work allows me all kinds of freedom and money to set my own hours and take time off so I built a small cabin out there. What with the stuff happening in the world I also built a hidden underground shelter/bunker that nobody but me knew about. Looking back it seems like I had a plan but if I did it was only in the back of my mind.
   Anyway I was noticing the study stream of young girls that seemed to get off every bus coming into the city and wondering what happened to them. I mean there just aren't that many big breaks waiting. I guessed some gave up and went home while others found more common jobs. A few made it to their dreams but more just faded away. Some fell into drugs and hooking or just lived on the streets and some just vanished. I was laying in bed one night when it hit me, I had everthing I needed to enjoy as many of those young girls as I wished to. All I had to do was figure a way to get my hands on them and take them up to the hills . Once there I could do anything I wished to them and just dump the bodies down the well and cover them with a little dirt and a few larger rocks. I started to watch the behavior of these kids as they unloaded from the bus and noticed most looked lost and confused. Anybody approching them was distrusted but you could see they really needed a native guide. S omeone they could trust, who would not scare them and who had a reason to want to talk to them. How about an older kindly priest, maybe looking for a runaway as a favor for a fellow man of the cloth from the sticks. How would this sound to a scared kid-" Excuse me miss, I'm Father -----, Did you happen to see or meet a young blond girl in your travels. About your hight, blue eyes , name of ----- -----. She is missing and her folks are worried sick. They think she may be heading this way cause she wants to act. Their priest called me and asked if I would look out for her. Heven't seen her huh. Thanks. Do your parents know where you are?  Don't worry I'm not going to tell on you but if they don't know they will worry. yada, yada, yada." Might work, talk them into the car, offer them food , drink , drug them and I'm off to play.
   Danm if it didn't work like a charm. Used different beards and  and hair colors, worked different bus, train stations, different names. Kids are always hungry, thirsty after their trip so loading them with the roofies was easy and when they woke up it was too late. They were my toys and for some reason I always seemed to break my toys. After a while I found the younger ones were better as they were more apt to be spur of the moment runaways and were more unprepared. Suited me fine, I liked them better anyway. After a while I was doing about one a month . Most hunts scored on the first outing and once or twice I pulled a double. Doubles I decided were just to risky so I avoided getting greedy. Thursdays turned out to be the best day which worked out well for me- long weekend- lots of playtime.
   I was hunting the bus station when she showed up. Younger than most , just getting her curves, dark hair and eyes, scared to death. I didn't know that this one would turn out to be the best one ever. One of the everpresent pimps made a move on her but she just shrank away. Reacting to the trapped look in her eyes I intervened and she greatfully follow me out to the car. As she finished up my leftover lunch her story came out- mother's boyfriend wanted her as well as the old lady and of course mom didn't believe her. So she was sleeping in the back seat as we rode to my place- maybe the boyfriend would have been a better choice.
   When she woke up she was tied hand and foot and laying in the darkness of the cell at the back of the bunker. I had night vision tv installed and I loved to watch as they woke up and realised they were in trouble. This one was a screamer and made lots of noise as she imagined what would happen to her. Walking in I just slapped her face once, twice, three times and told her to shut the fuck up.
Tears and sobs and "What do you want, please don't hurt me, let me go" were ignored as I slowly cut away her jeans and t-shirt.
My hands roamed over her and enjoyed her smooth soft skin. Her eyes got huge as I cut the straps of the little training bra and the sides of her cute little kitten undies. Removing her last defenses I stood back and enjoyed the view. Someday she would have had largish boobs but now they would fit in the palm of your hand without lifting it very far off of her chest.  Her cunt lips were still just a slit in her crotch and she had just enought pubic hair to say she had some- very soft and fine- a small triangle covering her mound.
I played with her tittys and spread her lips to inspect her little cunt and left her alone again. When I returned I was dressed in a robe that only covered but didn't really hide my rampant hardon and I could see the fear in her grow- she knew. Touching the phazer to her belly I zapped her and while she was gasping for breath I untied her and half dragged her out to the playroom. My rack is a bit different than most, there is nothing under the girl's legs, indeed the bed stops under the top of her ass, her legs are supported by the tension of the ropes tied to her ankles. The winches that pull on her legs can be swung out to the sides if desired. The winchs for each arm swing sideways as well and pins at the shoulders and straps elsewhere allow me to pull different parts in different ways. Very handy device. Anyway I strapped her in and spread her legs wide and let her worry for a while. As I waited she looked around and no matter where she looked she saw things that scared h er and warned her of the bad things to come. I slowly moved beween her feet and when she was not watching me started with a full armed stroke with the riding crop. No messing around here, right down the pussy. I doupt anything had ever hurt her so much and her scream was music. It took a long time for her to come down from that brutal blow and when she did I treated her to another. After three strikes I asked her if she would me to stop." Beg me to stop and to fuck you instead. Beg real hard, make me believe that having my cock in you is the most important thing in your life." After one more slash across each budding tit she convinced me and I closed in. I love to slip into a freshly eaten pussy so I took her with my mouth first. The little lips were swollen and tender from the crop and she tasted wonderful. Leaving the now ready slit I bent foward and kissed her. As she tasted her own pussy on my lips I lined up and thrust into her . My mouth covered her scream as I pushed  all the way into her. The rest of her first time was mostly crying and sobbin and other carryin on but I enjoyed it completly. I soaked in her untill I was so soft that she squeezed me out and after that I rubbed my fingers over the bloody little hole and then made her lick them clean so she could taste the mix of blood and cumjuice. 
   I always give them time to think about and enjoy that first rape, I think it makes them look foward to what happens next. What happened next was I tightened the ropes holding her arms and plugged a electric dildo into her. It not only vibrated it had contacts at the base and tip to provide shocks. Two clips on her small dark nipples and one more on the little clit and all was ready. I had built a little machine that randomly switched beween any two wires so there was no warning when or where the shocks would strike. Telling her to enjoy I powered it up and sat back to watch the fun. I think the first jolt hit her beween the cunt and clit for she seemed to react there the most and the next seemed to run from there to a tit. After the first few I don't think she knew where she was being hit anymore herself. But god could she scream, about the longest and loudest I ever heard and I've heard a lot of screams.Generally this treatment will wear a kid out in less than an hour and  so it was with her. I let her get to where all she did was twitch as the voltage switched around before I shut it off. As I did she pissed herself so I knew that she'd had a good ride but it was time to stop.Of course I was hard again so as she was recovering I fucked her again but I don't think she even noticed it, ungreatful she was, here I take the time to please her and she doesn't even react. After the usual time moaning and crying she seemed to recover. A drink and a little food restored her and soon we were off again. I have a whole bunch of neat stuff for the rack. Now I used the tit flattner. A frame that goes over the chest and bolts on either side of the body it has two screws that have concave pads to fit over the nipples. By screwing them down the nipples are pushed back into the tit and aginst the ribs. I can break ribs and even kill with it if I want but I use it mostly just to cause extreme pain to tits. The oldtimers developed a lot of simple ways to cause  pain and I use a lot of them.
Pencils placed beween fingers and the fingers then tied tightly together made her scream even louder. A short piece of rope with knots placed over her eyes and tightened around her head caused her too much agony to scream and light taps to the top of her head after it was tight sent the pain off the scale. This little cunt was proving too be one of the best ever, I mean whatever I gave her she took and still hung around for more instead of passing out and requiring time to recover. I think I screwed her six or eight times that first day, I mean she turned me on. By the end of the day I'd used electricty , whips , bindings , clamps , dildos , even broken a few fingers and toes but when I took her off the rack she tried to walk back to the cell and was able to drink and even eat a couple of power bars. Tough little broad. 
   The next morning she looked like shit so I offered her a shower after food and she accepted. She could hardly walk because of the broken toes and her hands were so swollen she couldn't hold anything so I washed her . She just stood with her eyes shut as I washed her and gave no sign when I worked on her private parts unless they were tender and sore. As i dried her I joked "Your mother's boyfriend looks pretty good about now huh? Maybe you should have said yes." She just gave a sad little smile and shook her head in regret at her choices. I figured I would start the day off with a bang so she ended up bent over the side of the rack with her feet spread and cuffed and the tit flattener across her back holding her in place. A large gob of K-Y spread over her ass and cunt gave her an idea as to my plans. I lossened her pussy up with a dildo and just kind of stuck my thumb in her butt as an anchor while I worked  my hand inside her cunt. She felt my rod push against the lips t hen back off but when I rammed forward again it was not her cunt that got speared. The tearing pain from her ripped little asshole really got to her and her noise went right off the scale. She was so tight it almost hurt to fuck that tiny hole but somehow I toughed it out. Every thrust drove a fresh scream out and she timed her breathing to my pumping. The desprate wiggling and her internal muscles trying to expell me gave me one hell of a ride and with all the music she was making I soon flooded her ass with juice. I left her crying over her anal rape and prepared for the rest of the day. As I was tired from all the work yesterday I just tied her up on a cross for awhile. Most people really don't understand how a cross works. A person's weight hanging from their outstreached arms soon makes it impossable to breathe and requires them to shift their weight to the legs to free up the muscles used to breathe. As the legs tire they sag down untill the need for air forces them to  repeat it all over. A properly placed crosspiece under the ass will give the false feeling of a resting place but in reality only allows a very little easing of taking in air and so prolongs the suffering. The feet must be secured high enought to prevent the knees from locking so the leg muscles never get a break. A young strong girl tied to the cross and watered now and then may last for days. The pooling of blood and fluids causes swelling of the legs and futher increases the effort needed to breathe as it builds up in the chest. If you have time it resembles a slow dance as the poor bitch moves trying to find relief, up, down, up, down, and on for hours.
   I had no plans to leave her up that long but it was still fun to sit and watch her dance for a while. I only let her dance for an hour or so but she must have felt like it lasted all day for she was unable to stand after I took her down. Another quick fuck and she went on the horse. I don't tie the hands because I use enought weight on the feet that there is no way they're ever going to get off and I enjoy watching the fight to find some way to relieve the pressure and pain from the sharp steel edge on the tender sex organ. My horse's steel edge is made in short chunks and is wired to give shocks whenever I think the show is getting boring. As good as the show is the fact that the lips and the rest of the pussy swells and even the loosest cunt feels virgin again after a ride on my pine pony only adds to my fun. The poor bitch barely moved when I ended the ride and dumped her on the floor. I tied her to some rings there and stuffed a pillow under her so her ass stuck up. Ev en my breath made her moan in pain and when I stuck my prick in it really woke her up. I think she yelled more than she did for her first ass fucking. For the first time she passed out just before I came but I hardly noticed.  When she returned she was hanging with her hands hooked over her head on a hoist and her feet just touching the floor. The marks from the whippings and other things really looked good on her and I decided to add more. A spreader bar held her feet about four feet apart and was chained to the floor to hold her in place and prevent her turning. The crop I used has a single strand of leather at it's tip and can cut if used hard enough. For the first time I blindfolded her so everything would be a suprise. I started with her back but I think it is overated and soon moved on to better spots. Of course her tits and cunt but also her thighs and calves felt the lash. Cuts to the face sent her into a screaming fit as she felt the skin open. It got even worse whe n I hit one of my favorite spots ,the armpits. Armpits are much more tender than you would believe and soon she went away again. Took her down and figured that she had enough for today. Still I was hard again so another ass fuck then back to the cell for the night. I realised that I still didn't know her name and we had not said fifty words to each other in two days unless you count don't , stop, please, oh god, ect. Oh well tomorrow after her breakfast and shower I will tell her that I plan to kill her [ as if she hasn't already figured it out] but it's still fun to watch the small hope left die.
   My plans didn't work out the next morning. I figured I'd start out with a nice slow fuck on the bunk in the cell so I entered with my dick all hard and greased up and ready to go. She heard me unlock the cell and as I entered the little bitch tried to kick me in the balls. The strike was weak and easily blocked but still you've got to admire her spunk. I backhanded her and threw her on the bunk. 
Jumping on I just stuck it in somewhere and started banging away. The fight had left her and all she did was grunt with each thrust so after a bit I paused and grabbed her hair making her look at me. " Nice try fuck toy. Thats all you are, a fuck toy. Your mom's boyfriend knew it , your mom knew it , I know it and you know it. You were born a fuck toy and you'er going to die a fuck toy. Why do you think your momma didn't care when you told her about the boyfriend hitting on you? She wasn't about to screw up her good thing over a little fuck toy. Today is your last day fuck toy. I'm going to kill you sometime today and before I do you are going to beg me to do it." Everything hit her at once , her failed attack , my cock in her , her belief about about being just a fuck toy, and that she was dead as soon as decided to kill her. She just went limp and started to quietly cry as I resumed fucking. Her spirit had been broken and she just allowed me to lead her to the rack and stra p her down. It was kind of sad in a way.  For two days she had taken everything I threw at her and still had fight left then in five minutes she just fell in on herself and quit. Just in case she revived I took a hammer and smashed the bones in both hands and both feet. That should stop any more foolishness. It also gave her a taste of the rest of her day. I streched her untill her skin was drumhead tight and she could no longer scream. Placing the pins beween her arms and head I pulled on her arms only and the breaking of her shoulder joints ripped inhuman screams from her. I let the winches back off untill I could unhook her arms but before I let them drop I broke the elbows over my knee like dry sticks. For the first time she asked to be killed but of course I ignored her. Walking around to her feet I stepped in and butt fucked her for the last time. 
   As I said I have all kinds of goodies for my rack and now I installed one of the better ones. It had two odd shaped dildos and mounted in between her legs. One dildo went in each hole and the thing was strong enough to stand the full pull of the winches. The pull on her legs forced the full twelve inches into her and I stopped just short of breaking her hips. Pain so intense she could not scream held her . This was worse than the pony or anything else I had done. But it was to get even worse. The dildos were really pears and I started expanding them. I opened her up untill the once tiny holes looked like portholes and with one last turn of the screw her pelvic arch broke. Almost at once the rest of her weakened pelvis shattered and the noises that she let out with had no human qualitys about them at all. Just to finish the set I snapped both knees backwards. I unhooked her and dragged her off the rack.
The fall to the floor stopped the noise and for a second I thought she had died right there.   A splash of water revived her and beween the soft moans she managed to beg for death. I figured she had earned it so with a baseball bat I started breaking her ribs and just generally beating her to death. The last thing she saw was the bat coming down toward her face.
   
   The worst hunt I had was this girl that picked me up at the train station. I was doing my thing when she walked up to me and asked if I knew the way to the YWCA. Normally I would have given this kid a pass. I mean she was plain awful looking. However she seemed to be the only game in town so what the hell. I told her the Y was a bear to get to from here but it wasn't that far out of my way if she wanted a ride. I watched her wake up in the cell and it was wierd, she just seemed to accept it all. No panic , no calls for help , no scramble around looking for something to cover her nakedness, she just laid there and waited. I turned on the lights and walked in wearing my robe and studied her for the first time. Five - six or so, hundred fourty pounds, mouse brown at both ends, smallish tits that kind of pointed east west, not much for curves, legs that went from heavy thighs down to skinny ankles, her face looked like she was built from leftover parts. All in all the worst lo oking thing ever to be here. She started to try to cover herself but just dropped her hands and looked at me. She just looked like she knew it was all over and wanted it to end. I mean no spark at all , just dead , and waiting for me to make it offical. We got to the rack and she just climbed on without any sign of fear or even caring. Most girls look around and panic but not this one. She had come dressed in a skirt and stockings and I left the stockings and garderbelt on her. I know a guy who likes that sort of thing so I thought I'd try it out. I must admit the feel of slipping against the silk was nice but that was the only thing nice about the fuck [ I know even the worst fuck is wonderful] and I wondered if I ever would get a response from anything. No matter what I did she just accepted it with as little reaction as I'd ever seen. Grunts and moans and twitches were all I got from my best efforts. Finally I gave up in disgust and fitted the garrotte bar over her neck.  I figured if that didn't raise a response I may as well just kill her and stop wasting my time.As I stuck it in her ass as I tightened the screw and started to flatten her windpipe I decided that the stockings were a nice touch.  She just laid there and looked at me with those dead eyes and hardly moved. I hed to almost close her off before she even wiggled her ass. Ah the hell with it, I screwed her down tight and hammered her as she just died. It was almost like she had come to the city to be murdered, maybe she had.

   Only had one up here that wasn't a quail. That one was personal and took me five years and a lot of money to set up. You see there was this lesbian bitch lawyer that tried a little legal extortion on me- bullshit law suit- bitch told me settle for fifty grand or spend thirty or fourty and maybe lose and give her a hundred. Anyway I spent the hundred and beat her into the ground in court and after she tries to shake my hand and tells me it's nothing personal- just business. Well I spent the time and money to set her up and to let people forget we had tangled. This dyke had a girl with a woods cabin, small swimming pond, nice private place. They used to 
go there and spend the weekends  sunning and doing dyke stuff so I planned around that. I took a series of cabs and buses to get there and walked the last five miles in so nobody would remember taking me there. I snuck in while they were out by the pond eating each other out and dosed every bottle in the place wirh roofies. Also set a few wireless video cams so I could keep an eye on things and went back to the woods to wait. They came in all giggly and soon drank enough to knock themselves out. I gave the lawyer bitch a shot to keep her out and strapped the girlfriend into this sex chair they had. Kinda like a doctors couch with sturrips and all and a seat so you could really eat the broad in comfort. I knew the bitch had a gun and found it in her purse, a Glock .40, nice, checked it and found it loaded with Black Talons [ wondered where she got them , supposed to be cop only rounds]. Anyway I went over to the girlfriend and pumped the full clip into her chest. I knew those  bullets had totally shreaded everything and it was time to move on. I did wish that I could have played with her a bit but the plan wouldn't work if I left any sign of a third person. Anyway I grabbed anything that could be converted into cash or belonged to the bitch and threw it into her car. She got cuffed, gagged and stuffed in the trunk and we were gone.
   The next morning she came to already strapped on the rack, I was taking no chances with this one. I just puttered around as she looked about and thought. The mouth kicked into gear" What the hell do you think you're doing. Let me go. You don't know who you're dealing with"
    I could tell she didn't remember me so I set out to refresh her memory. A slap across the mouth shut her up" I know exactly who you are bitch. I've waited years for this and spent a lot of money to get you here. You really should be more careful who you target with your bullshit lawsuits- It ain't business, its personal- and you are going to pay." Now she remembered me.
   " I have your balls cut off and you'll spend the rest of your life in jail when I get done with you- you bastard"
   " On the contary my dear. In a few days somebody will miss you or your little carpet munching friend and somebody will come looking. When they get around to the cabin they'll find her body shot to hell with your gun and your prints on the shell casings. Your car and everything usefull is gone and there is no sign of you anywhere. Lovers spat gone bad and an ABP out for your ass. Meanwhile you and I will be enjoying ourselves here. Its too bad that some poor cop will spent the rest of his career trying to find you but thats the way it goes." She didn't seem to like this news and was off on another round of cursing and cussing. I thought about gagging her but I like the music as I play so I just let her rant. 
   She really was not good looking, fourty five , going to wrinkles, belly sagging even though she was not fat, tits strange looking. They drooped down but the nipples were still pointing up, I wondered if she had silcone injections once. Her legs were skinny and her crotch was covered with thick course balck hair. Her cunt had large thick lips and looked like she masterbated with a brillo pad. Rough looker, what did her girlfriend see in her?  Oh well time to start. A slash down the pussy with a wire coat hanger put an end to the cursing and turned it into a scream. A few more followed by a couple on each tit had her howling. I double rubbered myself and lubed her with a mix of KY and hot pepper juice, worked it in good in both her cunt and asshole. She was bitchin about it even before I stuck my dick in. Bitch and scream, scream and bitch, and call me names. My dick really thought it had more class than to be stuck in her but I managed to give her a good pounding  in both h er skankey holes before I came. I was getting tired of her mouth so I figured I'd give her something else to think about. Hooked her up with my electro dildos and clamps and fired her up. That set her to singing as the random jolts shook her. I kept looking at those tits and wondered wht could I do with them. Unhooking the wiring I looped small nooses around each ugly tit and hooked them to a hoist overhead. She screamed no as the loops tightened and started to life her body. I let the ropes start to cut into the bases and stopped leaving her hanging. A little more time spent with a whip soon had her properly marked and she showed her feelings about it loudly and with great vigor. Telling her to say goodbye I restarted the hoist and watched as first one and then the other was ripped loose and flopped down to the floor and she thumped back down herself. A splash of flame from a small torch stopped the bleeding and added to her comfort level. I let her lay and enjoy the new fe elings while I prepared the next act. I had made a large tapered screw about sixteen inches long and half that across. It mounted in a sliding bearing and was lined up with her cunt. Starting it in I slowly turned it and watched as it both entered and streched. No doubt it was the biggest thing to ever enter that ugly cave but for some reason she complained long and loud about it. With a noticable crack her pelvis broke and I removed the screw. Little bits and pieces stuck to it as it left the destroyed snatch and I had to stuff a handful of rags in to stop the blood. I gave her a few minutes to catch her breath and without any warnimg slashed the wire hanger across her eyes. Two more totally destroyed them and the bitch screamed and passed out. I took a break and when I returned she was back and begging for me to stop,  she would do anything if I only would stop. Telling her I was almost done I took a small sharp knife and cut her asshole loose. A gentle pull was rewarded w ith screams and six inches of colon. I tied a small strong line to it and folded it back and tied it again. Making  sure it would not slip loose I tied it to a winch drum and started it up. At an inch a minute I figured it would take about five hours before her stomach was pulled out her asshole. I thought she would still be alive to enjoy it and I was right. She lasted almost six hours and screamed every second of it. Paybacks a mutherfucker. Both her and her car went down the well and there was quite a stir about her killing her lover and splitting but it soon was forgotten. Fuckin Bitch.

   You know the quail hunting is getting harder all the time. I mean all the bullshit about the real priests has made if harder and the little bitches just don't trust anybody any more. But I manage even if I have to work for it. Got to go , I thing I see a fresh covy now.