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Barbaria1

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Can't sleep, so am trying something a little different tonight...see if anyone likes it.

THE HUNT

Bright afternoon,
holiday beach,
curling my toes,
in grainy white sand

Me and my friend,
enjoying the sunshine,
a long weekend away,
from life's work and stress

Stretching lazily out,
on long beach towels,
wearing skimpy bikinis,
she in white, me in black

Along come two guys,
their interest obvious,
we flirt with them a little,
mischief in our eyes

They saunter over,
a bottle of wine in hand,
talking of a better place,
just down the shore

“Why not”, says I,
with a wink of an eye,
the wine looks good,
and I am bone dry

We follow them down,
the broad sandy beach,
turn around the bend,
behind some large rocks

Secluded and quiet,
seems very nice,
we spread our towels,
settle in to sit a spell

Wine glasses filled,
we toast our hosts,
savoring the taste,
a truly nice bouquet

Something’s not right,
buzzing in my head,
the world starts spinning,
lights flash before my eyes

Barely half-conscious,
I fall on my side,
she topples over me,
my mind goes blank

Hours pass,
evening’s dusky light,
head still spinning,
consciousness returns

Both sitting up,
back-to-back on the beach,
stark naked and gagged,
wrists and ankles tightly bound

Our two guy friends,
and two unsavory types,
haggle nearby,
over the price of us!

Handshakes proffered,
money passed,
our fate is sealed,
our guy friends depart

Darkness descends,
hauled to our feet,
manhandled down,
to water’s edge

Into the sea,
out from the shore,
waves gently lapping,
against shivering thighs

Held there waiting,
a boat approaches,
blinking lights,
flash back and forth

Alongside it pulls,
dark-faced men,
haul us o’er the gunwales
to the bottom of the boat

We lay on our backs,
chilled and panting
motor’s vibration,
jiggling mounded breasts

Half an hour later,
lights from above,
bumping against,
a much larger vessel

Lines tossed down
tied 'round our ankles,
slowly hoisted up,
hanging upside down

Over the railing,
ankle lines removed,
thrown down on the deck,
eyes wide and blinking

Lifted and carried,
by dark brawny men,
down deep below,
to the bowels of the ship

Lugged into a large,
steel-walled cell,
a single bare bulb,
swaying overhead

Deposited on the floor,
backs against the wall,
deck plates ice-cold,
against our bare skin

Looking about,
our cell is not empty,
naked female forms,
huddle around us

A man in a white suit,
suddenly before us,
smiling wickedly,
commanding our gaze

Wild-eyed and scared,
we gape up at him,
shamed by our nakedness,
squirming in our bonds

“Welcome dear ladies,
we hope you are comfortable,
please forgive the gags,
and the ropes that bind”

Pausing for effect,
he continues smoothly,
“You are about to take,
a pleasant little voyage

Through northern seas,
to a secluded island,
far off Scotland’s
most desolate coast”

To his deep dark eyes,
our attention rivets,
for what possible purpose,
crosses our minds

“I can tell that you are,
of course, wondering why,”
he intones softly,
a wry smile on his face

“You should be honored,
to have been selected,
guests of honor,
for a rare sporting event

Every year on that isle,
a special gathering takes place,
of rich and powerful men,
who wish to hunt human game

They wish to test the mettle,
of you and others like you,
brought to them from around the world,
death the penalty should you fail

But for now you must rest,
until voyage’s end,
we will wake you,
of course, when time is nigh”

Turning abruptly aside,
to his swarthy henchman,
“The needles, if you please,
Thank you, good man”

A spurt of clear liquid,
a prick in my thigh,
the light grows dim,
I close my eyes

TO BE CONTINUED

Barbaria, 2014
 
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Barbaria1 said:
Can't sleep, so am trying something a little different tonight...see if anyone likes it.

THE HUNT

Bright afternoon,
holiday beach,
curling my toes,
in grainy white sand

Me and my friend,
enjoying the sunshine,
a long weekend away,
from life's work and stress

Stretching lazily out,
on long beach towels,
wearing skimpy bikinis,
she in white, me in black

Along come two guys,
their interest obvious,
we flirt with them a little,
mischief in our eyes

They saunter over,
a bottle of wine in hand,
talking of a better place,
just down the shore

“Why not”, says I,
with a wink of an eye,
the wine looks good,
and I am bone dry

We follow them down,
the broad sandy beach,
turn around the bend,
behind some large rocks

Secluded and quiet,
seems very nice,
we spread our towels,
settle in to sit a spell

Wine glasses filled,
we toast our hosts,
savoring the taste,
a truly nice bouquet

Something’s not right,
buzzing in my head,
the world starts spinning,
lights flash before my eyes

Barely half-conscious,
I fall on my side,
she topples over me,
my mind goes blank

Hours pass,
evening’s dusky light,
head still spinning,
consciousness returns

Both sitting up,
back-to-back on the beach,
stark naked and gagged,
wrists and ankles tightly bound

Our two guy friends,
and two unsavory types,
haggle nearby,
over the price of us!

Handshakes proffered,
money passed,
our fate is sealed,
our guy friends depart

Darkness descends,
hauled to our feet,
manhandled down,
to water’s edge

Into the sea,
out from the shore,
waves gently lapping,
against shivering thighs

Held there waiting,
a boat approaches,
blinking lights,
flash back and forth

Alongside it pulls,
dark-faced men,
haul us o’er the gunwales
to the bottom of the boat

We lay on our backs,
chilled and panting
motor’s vibration,
jiggling mounded breasts

Half an hour later,
lights from above,
bumping against,
a much larger vessel

Lines tossed down
tied 'round our ankles,
slowly hoisted up,
hanging upside down

Over the railing,
ankle lines removed,
thrown down on the deck,
eyes wide and blinking

Lifted and carried,
by dark brawny men,
down deep below,
to the bowels of the ship

Lugged into a large,
steel-walled cell,
a single bare bulb,
swaying overhead

Deposited on the floor,
backs against the wall,
deck plates ice-cold,
against our bare skin

Looking about,
our cell is not empty,
naked female forms,
huddle around us

A man in a white suit,
suddenly before us,
smiling wickedly,
commanding our gaze

Wild-eyed and scared,
we gape up at him,
shamed by our nakedness,
squirming in our bonds

“Welcome dear ladies,
we hope you are comfortable,
please forgive the gags,
and the ropes that bind”

Pausing for effect,
he continues smoothly,
“You are about to take,
a pleasant little voyage

Through northern seas,
to a secluded island,
far off Scotland’s
most desolate coast”

To his deep dark eyes,
our attention rivets,
for what possible purpose,
crosses our minds

“I can tell that you are,
of course, wondering why,”
he intones softly,
a wry smile on his face

“You should be honored,
to have been selected,
guests of honor,
for a rare sporting event

Every year on that isle,
a special gathering takes place,
of rich and powerful men,
who wish to hunt human game

They wish to test the mettle,
of you and others like you,
brought to them from around the world,
death the penalty should you fail

But for now you must rest,
until voyage’s end,
we will wake you,
of course, when time is nigh”

Turning abruptly aside,
to his swarthy henchman,
“The needles, if you please,
Thank you, good man”

A spurt of clear liquid,
a prick in my thigh,
the light grows dim,
I close my eyes

TO BE CONTINUED

Barbaria, 2014
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Oh, Wow!

You really should choose your friends more carefully!

And the Northern Kingdom, that's bad

:eek:

Compelling stuff, Barbaria, can't wait for part 2

W
 
Barbaria1 said:
Can't sleep, so am trying something a little different tonight...see if anyone likes it.

THE HUNT

Bright afternoon,
holiday beach,
curling my toes,
in grainy white sand

Me and my friend,
enjoying the sunshine,
a long weekend away,
from life's work and stress

Stretching lazily out,
on long beach towels,
wearing skimpy bikinis,
she in white, me in black

Along come two guys,
their interest obvious,
we flirt with them a little,
mischief in our eyes

They saunter over,
a bottle of wine in hand,
talking of a better place,
just down the shore

“Why not”, says I,
with a wink of an eye,
the wine looks good,
and I am bone dry

We follow them down,
the broad sandy beach,
turn around the bend,
behind some large rocks

Secluded and quiet,
seems very nice,
we spread our towels,
settle in to sit a spell

Wine glasses filled,
we toast our hosts,
savoring the taste,
a truly nice bouquet

Something’s not right,
buzzing in my head,
the world starts spinning,
lights flash before my eyes

Barely half-conscious,
I fall on my side,
she topples over me,
my mind goes blank

Hours pass,
evening’s dusky light,
head still spinning,
consciousness returns

Both sitting up,
back-to-back on the beach,
stark naked and gagged,
wrists and ankles tightly bound

Our two guy friends,
and two unsavory types,
haggle nearby,
over the price of us!

Handshakes proffered,
money passed,
our fate is sealed,
our guy friends depart

Darkness descends,
hauled to our feet,
manhandled down,
to water’s edge

Into the sea,
out from the shore,
waves gently lapping,
against shivering thighs

Held there waiting,
a boat approaches,
blinking lights,
flash back and forth

Alongside it pulls,
dark-faced men,
haul us o’er the gunwales
to the bottom of the boat

We lay on our backs,
chilled and panting
motor’s vibration,
jiggling mounded breasts

Half an hour later,
lights from above,
bumping against,
a much larger vessel

Lines tossed down
tied 'round our ankles,
slowly hoisted up,
hanging upside down

Over the railing,
ankle lines removed,
thrown down on the deck,
eyes wide and blinking

Lifted and carried,
by dark brawny men,
down deep below,
to the bowels of the ship

Lugged into a large,
steel-walled cell,
a single bare bulb,
swaying overhead

Deposited on the floor,
backs against the wall,
deck plates ice-cold,
against our bare skin

Looking about,
our cell is not empty,
naked female forms,
huddle around us

A man in a white suit,
suddenly before us,
smiling wickedly,
commanding our gaze

Wild-eyed and scared,
we gape up at him,
shamed by our nakedness,
squirming in our bonds

“Welcome dear ladies,
we hope you are comfortable,
please forgive the gags,
and the ropes that bind”

Pausing for effect,
he continues smoothly,
“You are about to take,
a pleasant little voyage

Through northern seas,
to a secluded island,
far off Scotland’s
most desolate coast”

To his deep dark eyes,
our attention rivets,
for what possible purpose,
crosses our minds

“I can tell that you are,
of course, wondering why,”
he intones softly,
a wry smile on his face

“You should be honored,
to have been selected,
guests of honor,
for a rare sporting event

Every year on that isle,
a special gathering takes place,
of rich and powerful men,
who wish to hunt human game

They wish to test the mettle,
of you and others like you,
brought to them from around the world,
death the penalty should you fail

But for now you must rest,
until voyage’s end,
we will wake you,
of course, when time is nigh”

Turning abruptly aside,
to his swarthy henchman,
“The needles, if you please,
Thank you, good man”

A spurt of clear liquid,
a prick in my thigh,
the light grows dim,
I close my eyes

TO BE CONTINUED

Barbaria, 2014
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A dream wz beautiful words :)
 
THE HUNT (Part 2)

The screech of gulls
assaults my ears,
my head spins,
as I struggle to sit upright

Around me sprawl
a sea of naked bodies,
some fast asleep,
others stirring

All crammed into,
a large iron cage,
which sways gently
as it’s lowered to the quay

The cage comes to rest,
with a deep metallic thud,
upon the deck of,
an ancient flat-bed lorry

The engine roars,
gears grind and whine,
as the lorry crawls forward,
along a winding road

Higher and higher
over barren rocky slopes,
past tangled thickets,
not a soul in sight

Now all awake,
we cling to the bars
of our jolting cage
as we slowly make our way

My friend and I,
exchange worried glances,
this is it, the dreaded place,
where we shall live or die

Hours later,
we grind to a halt,
our destination reached,
atop a desolate moor

Standing before us,
dark and brooding,
a great stone castle keep,
dominates for miles around

The cage is opened,
men in jumpsuits,
our handlers we presume,
beckon for us to alight

Hesitantly we tumble out,
one by one,
jumping to the ground,
and shoved into a line

A quick count is made,
twenty-four naked women,
shackled hands and feet,
delivery is complete

We shuffle through,
the castle gate,
descend on well-worn stairs,
to a row of dungeon cells

Six to a cell,
we are bid to wait,
for what we do not know,
only time will tell

As evening approaches,
our master jailer,
out in the corridor,
addresses us as a group

“Good evening ladies,
we shall now bathe,
and groom you,
the hunting party for to meet”

A rubber hose,
with large brass nozzle,
is shoved between,
the bars of our cell

As we turn away,
arms raised futilely,
jets of icy water,
douse us thoroughly

Given combs,
we stand and pull
at sodden, tangled
knots of hair

“Enough”, he cries,
it’s time to go,
time to meet,
your gracious hosts

They line us up,
in single file
and lead us up the stairs
and out across the castle keep

Through high oak doors we tramp
into the castle house,
to be greeted by a blast of warmth,
from blazing well-stoked hearths

Into a festive gathering,
past men and women,
decked out in evening finery,
our ragged naked column winds

As we trudge by,
heads turn to follow us,
eying us with smirks and winks,
followed by approving glances

We come to halt along a wall,
it’s ancient granite stone,
drilled and festooned,
with iron chains and shackles

Arms over head,
we are each secured side by side,
naked and on display,
for our hosts’ close inspection

They pass us by, one by one
looking each of us in the eye,
pausing to inspect, sometimes to fondle
chattering on about our individual charms

The men are aroused and deadly serious,
the women titillated and amused,
one old man leers, and whispers in my ear,
“Tomorrow, my dear, you shall die at my hand”

The sturdy banquet tables,
are laid and drawn before us,
groaning with food and drink,
all prodigiously consumed

But through it all, hour after hour
every eye wanders appraisingly,
over the naked, trembling bodies,
of we twenty-four anxious girls

Weary and frightened,
we hang helplessly from our wrists
as at long last the dreadful evening,
draws thankfully to a close

The master of the castle stands,
raises his glass and loudly proclaims,
"Take our quary to their cells,
bed them, and let them rest"

"For tomorrow the hunt begins!"

TO BE CONTINUED

Barbaria, 2014
 
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A really great idea, Barb!
Yupar is right. It is a "Storem".
So many ways to take us, where will it lead us, what will be thier fate?
More please!!!
 
THE HUNT (Part 3)

Morning breaks,
penetrating shafts of light,
progress across a straw strewn floor,
covered with sleeping naked bodies

We rouse ourselves slowly
from deep exhaustion,
arms and legs stiff and sore,
following the night before

Handlers bang on cell bars,
“Up my ladies, on your feet,
here, eat some bread, drink some water,
your big day awaits you”

Alone in one corner,
my fair-haired friend and I,
together closely huddle,
welling tears cloud our eyes

With false confidence I whisper,
“Whatever happens,
we stick together,
we can beat this if we try”

She looks at me,
blue-eyed and solemn,
stretching to her toes,
to peck me sweetly on my nose

keys rattle in locks,
doors swing creakily open,
it’s time to leave our cells,
what uncertainty awaits us?

Passing through the castle keep,
and out beyond its dark stone walls,
we stumble along in single file,
wrists bound behind our backs

A biting cold wind,
assaults our naked flesh,
gloomy clouds fill the sky,
a bleak and foreboding sign

Out on the moor,
our hosts have gathered,
both men and women,
beneath a colorful canopy tent.

Dressed in full hunting regalia,
leather boots, jodhspurs,
Scottish woolen tweeds and solids,
they eye us thoughtfully as we approach

Lining up for morning inspection,
a pack of dogs sniff curiously,
at our feet and exposed bottoms,
tails wagging furiously

Off to one side, keeping their distance,
a group of roughly dressed men,
stand about waiting, sticks in hand,
the beaters, I surmise

“Welcome everyone, one and all”,
our bumptious host proclaims,
“Our quary are present, all is ready,
for the day’s hunt to begin

But first for the benefit,
of our two dozen lovelies,
who know not what they face,
a few ground rules to send them on their way

For you my dears,
the goal is simple,
you must now run and hide,
and do your utmost to survive

This is sport, not a slaughter,
magnanimously we shall give you,
a full hour’s head start,
before we come after you

And you should know,
each of you have a chance,
‘though not a big one,
to survive this harrowing day

Simply stay alive,
for just six short hours,
‘till the clock,
strikes four

Do so and you shall,
leave this lonely island
free and richly rewarded,
so long as you keep your silence

One last thing,
about our methods,
no bullets shall bring you down,
way too modern and too easy

Our weapon of choice,
is old and tried,
the mighty crossbow,
of days of gone by

So run my darlings,
dart and scamper,
look for cover,
the island awaits you

We shall come,
in about an hour,
beaters and dogs,
horses and hooves

Our shouts of triumph,
screams of pain and terror,
all of that you shall hear,
as your numbers thin

But be true to yourself,
use cunning and guile,
give us the challenge,
to which true sportsmen thrill

Now, release our quary,
untie their wrists,
toss them floppies,
to protect their feet!

Set the stopwatch
for one hour,
be off with you forthwith
Let the Hunt begin!"

TO BE CONTINUED

Barbaria, 2014
 
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Just caught up!

Loved the cold shower bit...

If your imagination could be bottled, Barbaria, it would be a best seller!

I'm sitting here thinking, if anyone can twist her way out of this, Barbaria can!

What I can't do is wait for the next bit....

W
 
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