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Gillian

Magistrate
The man tells us to get out of the truck. His three sons grinning as we awkwardly stumble from the high vehicle. The sun is surprisingly warm.

Stripped nude and elbows tied behind my back. My eldest daughter jane also stripped and tied in the same way. Both barefoot.

The rough forest track stretching away into the distance. A man and his three sons check their air rifles and distribute – twenty darts each with different coloured feathers.

The sluts will have five minutes start then we start hunting. Legs one point, bum and belly two points, tits three. Nipple or mound-five points. Winner gets to choose which of the sluts we hang first.


The man carefully counts out the twenty darts to each. He shows one to jane and me. Small, steel, with a tuft of coloured hair. The point has two barbs. He smiles . To make sure the dart stays in your pretty soft tits. And won't fall out. That would be a terrible shame.

He checks our wrists and elbows are securely tied. And weighs our bare breasts in his hands. His sons looking on. He looks approving. Glad to see the sluts are shaved smooth he says.

He pats Janes bare bottom - run along girks, you have five minutes before we start. Looking at his watch.

The track is hard and stony and barefoot it's very hard to walk let alone run. We get away as fast as we can, our bodies tense waiting for the first shot.
 

Eulalia

Poet Laureate
Staff member
I thought this was familiar - you started it off in 'Fun with a Gun' ;)
But good to see it starting again in a thread of its own, I'm looking forward to it,
you know I'm kinky about 'girl-hunt' stories :devil:
 

Gillian

Magistrate
a twig snaps and we both startle, terrified. My very flesh crawling in anticipation of the first shot. Maybe just maybe, they will not find us. Hurrying as fast as we can. A sudden cry of surprise and pain from jane. she flees as fast as she can, a small red feather embedded in her left buttock. and trips, falling heavily. I stop and turn, to help her. A sudden agonising pain in my right breast and then my belly. vicious darts embedded.
 

thehangingtree

Proconsul
Staff member
He pats Janes bare bottom - run along girks, you have five minutes before we start. Looking at his watch.

Good start but there is an inaccuracy already! Tree doesn't wear a watch but he is within a half-second of 5 minutes when he smokes a Madame Wu Blunt!
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Tree has found that being a guide for these 'fox hunts' a lucrative business for the sprawling Tree estate.

He really didn't know that Gillian would be betrayed by what she thought were her friends last night...
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...and will be the subject of today's hunt nor does he care what they want to do with her and her daughter when they catch them. But being the perfect host he makes sure that the gallows work and the spit-roasting pits are ready...
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I would not bet on Gillian and her daughter...
 

Gillian

Magistrate
with her elbows tied it is very hard for Jane to stand up again. Wimpering in fear she manages to roll in to kneeling position.. Another shot into her right buttock. Standing I am a target and take another in my breast and then a sharp pain in my mound. I try to crouch down but another shot from behind me, right into my fleshy buttock.

I try to help jane up, and we run as fast as we are able to, sobbing in fear down a faint track. And straight into the Man and two boys in a small clearing, cradling rifles.
 

bakerboy

Senator
let them run to gain some chance...

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then send a tracker with a dart gun

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then you "bag them"

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and then...?? :)
 

Eulalia

Poet Laureate
Staff member
First thing I'd do if I were the redhead would be to strip off my dress,
if I were the blonde, kick off my boots -
the time taken would worth it, at least I'd be able to run! :devil:

let them run to gain some



then you "bag them"

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and then...?? :)

Good techniques for holding the prey for bagging -
but they're sensible lassies, once she's signalled surrender,
a linkie knows she'll be foolish to put up any more resistance!
 
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