The Hunt Club (Closed)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

This story is closed for Karnelman and myself... enjoy....​

Life had never been easy for Jasmine.

There were many, granted, who suffered worse, yes. She knew that, but it did not lesson the hurt she felt. The hurt of being abandoned at the tender age of 7, by a father who was too drunk or high to care. Of never knowing her mother, who, she was told, died giving birth to her. Was that true? Did it matter? No, not anymore. There was no family to help the child, no concerned angel of a social worker who would due whatever it took to see her happy, cared for, loved.

No, things like that only happened in movies.

Her life was not a movie. It never would be.

She had been shuffled from foster home to foster home, either she just did not get along with the parents/guardians, or she did not get along with the other children in the home. She made very few friends, she was never in a place long enough to make friends.

Altho there was never a shortage of boyfriends. Oh no, never.

Jasmine was an exotic beauty , with silken ebon hair and matching nearly black eyes. She had just turned 20. Had been on her own, well, she had been out of foster care for the past 2 years. But her life had not really changed all that much. She had moved from place to place, never staying long. Again, there was no shortage of men in her life, but none ever stayed, for a simple fact, she refused to sleep with them.

Oh she would do most everything else, kissing, fondling, blowjobs, getting fingered, but she flatly refused to allow any to either taste her down.... there... or fuck her. In Jasmine's mind, it was all about control. It was her body, she could control who did what with it.

It was that simple, at least to her.

Jasmine had never felt love, no matter what the boys, and now men, altho most were still college boys really, said to her. She would not say it back, she never felt it...

She was the perfect specimin....

At least that was what THEY thought. Underground, Secretive, Unknown except only to those accepted into the... Club...

It was time, once more, they had new members, and their new members were eager for fresh meat, eager for the hunt. The hunt they had heard so much about...

But first, the prey must be gathered, and that was a lengthy, and dangerous process.

It started with the observances, usually on college campuses, perhaps a local mall, concerts, clubs, where ever the prey.. congregated. She, and others like her, were the prey. The lonely college student, the runaway, perhaps even a wife escaping a bad marriage... They knew what to look for. They knew what their members wanted. What was NOT wanted were whores, drug users, that was not what would make the Membership happy. It took time, patience, and careful planning to stalk, lure, capture, transport Their prey.

Jasmine had been on Their radar for a long time.

She had no idea who They were.

This night, the night they caught her, she had gotten off the bus in Albany New York. The station was deslolate this time of night, well, in reality, it was early morning. She had no where to go, and as she stepped out of the station, her eyes alight upon a nearby, run down, hotel. A sign blinked $49 per night, vacancy. With a sigh, she turned and headed in that direction. She had no idea that the Manager of that hotel was a member, a member by benefit of birth, his father had been a long standing member, and that very Manager was looking forward to the upcoming hunt. The squirrely little man that he was, he was more than excited to think that this gorgeous little minx would be part of that hung...

After she checked in, after he had quizzed her, his questions having been a bit uncomfortable for Jasmine, but she had answered them anyways, she was tired, and not thinking exactly straight... He gave her the key to room 69... that was the code room... the room where any that the Manager perhaps wanted to sneak in on, to observe, to film, listen to, went... Tonight, it was the room Jasmine settled into...

She was asleep when They snatched her, kidnapping her quietly right out of that room, out of that hotel, the Manager quickly cleaning up after, erasing all evidence of Jasmine Young from his records, a leering grin on his face. He was leaving for the Hunt at the end of the week, and would be sure to look for her.... oh yessss... And, if any came looking for her, and he doubted any would, he would simply say no one by that name checked in, it was as simple as that... That grin never faded....

Jasmine was blindfolded, gagged, and trussed up like a sacrificial calf, arms and legs tightly bound, her long silken black hair a dark halo around her head. She was shaking, crying, terrified, but had no perception of what was happening... That night several other girls around the country also disappeared, off the radar, quietly, without fanfare... It had been a good night... for Them...

 

[karnelman]

The private Caribbean hunt club of the Society for Leisure Pursuits had an office overlooking Central Park in Manhattan. The actual club however is a restored Caribbean plantation house on a tiny island in area unofficially claimed by the Bahamas. The privately owned 20 square mile island is so remote no government bothers with it much. It is only accessible visa boat and its one anchorage is heavily guarded, more to prevent escape than unwanted intruders. The shallow shoals around the lush tropical cay keep large ships far away and smaller craft seldom venture into the remote waters. It is the perfect place for a secluded exclusive club for discrete gentlemen.

At any one time there are no more than 30 members in the club. Infirmity or death are the most common reasons membership spots open, however on occasion a member resigns due to financial reasons. The unusual nature of the club and the careful screening process used to chose new members results in few issues over rules. Conflicts among members are settled by majority rule and any infraction of the strict code of member conduct is dealt with harshly.

It was time for another hunt and Tony Roberts the current president and managing partner of the club was pacing in his New York office. Tony retired on his fortieth birthday after making a fortune in the stock and bond market. He had joined the club five years before his retirement. Two years after his retirement the founder and president died suddenly. As Tony had the most free time he was the natural choice to take over. For three years he had run the club efficiently without any difficulties. This particular day was different. It was five days before a major hunt and sufficient prey had not obtained. Tony’s private jet was already waiting to take him to Nassau where his yacht was ready to get him to the club’s island. Sam Osborn, the man in charge of acquiring prey knocked timidly on Tony’s door. He was greeted by the expected scowl of his boss.

“Well Sam? Please tell me that you found five more girls since last night!” The imposing millionaire barked.

“Sir, only three so far. They are already on planes for the Keys. Patrick is waiting with a boat at Largo to add them to the lot at the island. I will get two more before I join you on the island,” Sam replied.

“If you come without them it will be your last trip to the island!” Tony spat out as he left to catch his plane.

The meaning of last trip to the island was clear. Though Tony was outwardly a gentle man failure was not an option when working for the club. The Spring Hunt required ten beautiful young women as prey. Obtaining them was made more difficult by the specifications required. Not just any beautiful women would do. They had to be a mix of hair color. They all had to have long hair and fit within height and weight guidelines. They also had to be women who were not too likely to be missed and ones who could be taken without causing a commotion. Sam had men in many cities searching for the right women. So far only eight had been obtained. If necessary he would drive to Florida and find the last two along the way.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Jasmine was thrust into a dark room... her bindings having been loosed so that she could walk, but her hands remained firmly cuffed behind her back, the blindfold and gag still in place. She stumbled around the room for a few moments, before sinking to the floor in the corner.

She had stopped whimpering, the crying of the other girls, yes, there were other girls, had quieted her down. Crying was not going to help her now, she decided, but she could not stop the fear she was feeling from surging thru her veins.. what was happening??? Each girl, she had counted 2 other distinctive voices had been obviously shoved into 2 different rooms. She thought she could hear whimperings, moanings, sobbing, however muffled, coming from at least a couple of those rooms. But nothing came thru clearly..

That is until she heard a door slam. Not her door, no, the one in the room next to hers. She heard muffled male voices, then the high-pitched cry of the girl. Jasmine did not know what was going on in there, but she did not like the sound of it. The cry was silenced a moment later, and all she could hear was those muffled voices. It sounded to her as if he were reading off a list of some sort, but she could not make it out, even with her ear pressed to the cool wall surface.

The slamming of the door thundered again.. then it was her door that was being slammed open... Jasmine was aware of a light coming on, even from behind the blindfold.

"Ok Girl" came the guff voice "Let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be"

Jasmine tried to flatten herself against the wall, but those rough, large hands found her and she was pulled away and unceremoniously set on a table that was in the far corner of the room, she had not gotten that far in her limited invesigating there in the dark...

"Strip her" came another voice

Jasmine's eyes widened behind the blindfold, but she had no way of stopping what was happening and what little she had on, she had been sleeping when taken after all, was cut off of her.

Another voice, there were 3 of them now "Whenever your ready, Doctor"

Doctor???????

"Screaming will not help you, and not be tolerated, understand. Just be calm and this will be all over fast" came that gruff voice again, her gag pulled free.. Jasmine did not scream, he was right and she knew it. She was still being held, by the gruff voiced man, and a moment later she felt a hand open her mouth...

"Good oral health, no evidence of malnutrition or drug use here" came the Doctor's voice. She felt hands roaming along her naked form. Not sexual in the least, this was definitely medical... her head lifted, the gruff one pulling back on her hair a bit... fingers pressing into her throat, feeling glands and the like. Those hands kept moving downwards, cupping each breast..

"what is your bra size girl?"

Jasmine at first wasn't going to answer, but a low growl in her ear told her she better...

"34B" came her answer...

Each nipple was rolled gently, she feeling them swelling slightly, warming...

"Good, good, " came that Doctor's voice... Her arms were examined, and it took her a moment to realize he was looking for track marks... "no marks" came his voice once more as His hands moved lower, over her belly, as the Gruff one pulled her back into a laying down position.

"what are you???" she started to protest, not liking this at all, but the gag was quickly replaced, silencing her as the Doctor stepped between her legs. The Gruff voiced man stepped beside where she lay, one hand on her chest to hold her down, the other grabbing her one leg and pulling it up, the Doctor, if he really was a Doctor, lifting the other. Jasmine indeed did cry out under the gag when a long finger was inserted into her very dry and very tight pussy.

The Doctor pushed in a bit further, before feeling what he sought. A hymen... virgins were rare, but she indeed was one... that was 3 so far for this hunt, that was a record, surely...

"She is a confirmed virgin" he told his partner, smiling, as his finger was withdrawn...

"Now I just need a blood test, and we are all done, Girl"

Her blood was drawn without incident, and they were gone, leaving her laying on the table, cuffed and gagged as she had been...and naked... The tests were rushed to the lab, along with the others, hers marked as Girl 7... It was confirmed that she were disease free....

Within an hour, she was brought to a sterile chamber, large, tiled, with a drain in the middle. There were 2 other girls there as well, a very pretty blonde, and a beauty with long, long chocolate brown hair that hung down her back. The blonde looked terrified, as did the other girl.. Jasmine was about as frightened, but managed to hide that fear quite well. She did feel better that there were other girls, that was for sure, but she still had no idea what was going on and being gagged, questions could not be asked.

"Turn on the water" It was that gruff voiced man again...

The cold water came gushing forth from the hose that he held. All 3 girls were hose down thoroughly. It was not a pleasant expierence. They remained gagged and cuffed and blindfolded, the force of the water driving them to the floor, where the blonde curled up, apparently sobbing beneath her gag and the like. She was dragged to her feet and they were lead out of there, to be dried, then each had a robe thrown over them.

That was how they were transported to the plane...

A plane... Jasmine nearly panicked at that point, desperate to escape, she actually broke free on the airport runway. It was 3 in the morning at a very private airport, no one saw her as she ran blindly down the tarmac, only to be easily captured and carried kicking and cursing now beneath her gag, to the plane. She was hooded then, which limited her ability to breath some and that managed to calm her down for the flight...

 

[karnelman]

Tony was still in a foul mood when his Gulfstream reached cruising altitude. The flight would do little to quell anxiousness over the hunt. Off the coast of North Carolina they ran into rough weather. The intense thunderstorms buffeted the small jet despite the pilot’s efforts to find smother air at new altitudes. Tony normally slept on the long flight to the Bahamas. However, this time he sat upright gripping the armrests of the comfortable leather seat. One of his flying companions a new member not yet 30 had already emptied his stomach into a paper bag. The other two other members along for the ride were covered in the perspiration of fear. Only one man besides the pilot seem unaffected by the rough ride. Roger Armstrong who had been an Air Force pilot and first alternate for the space program sat calmly reading a magazine. He was the best known of the club members having served three terms in congress before starting his own government consulting firm. All who knew Roger outside of the club would have been astonished to see the genial politician in action on the island. He was a ruthless hunter and quite wild once he had captured his prey.

As the rough ride continued south of the Carolina’s, Tony began to wonder if this hunt was indeed doomed. Though the weather report for the clubs island was sunny and warm he was worried that bad weather might crop up unexpectedly. The storm they were in was not predicted to be anywhere near as intense as it was and there was a small tropical disturbance expected to pass to the south of the island. A shift of just a few degrees would bring rain to the hunt. Not that he really minded hunting in the rain or cared if the prey had to fend for themselves in wet conditions. It wasn’t as if it would be cold and the girls would not have to worry about getting clothes wet as they would be hunted as nature intended in the nude.

As they turned east from the coast of Florida the storm was left behind. Clear skies greeted them in Nassau. Tony looked to the star filled sky as his limo took him and the other members to a private marina. They quickly boarded the waiting yacht. Most of the party retired to their cabins to sleep for the voyage. Tony was far too anxious to sleep. Besides he enjoyed being on deck and listening to the sounds of the sea as they cruised though the blackness. He did nap a bit in a deck chair during the overnight voyage. A crew member made sure to awaken the boss before the island came into view. Everyone knew that he enjoyed watching the approach and docking. As always the captain guided the boat through the uncharted channel that led through the shoals to the secluded marina. As the docks came into view, Tony could see that some of the members had already arrived even though it was still two days until the hunt.

Almost before the yacht was fully tied up, Tony jumped to the dock. He did not wait for the others to join him before making his way to the old plantation house. His office and private suite were in the house. Most members used the cottages outback of the big house for sleeping. There were a few other bedrooms in the mansion but the main house was mostly used for dinning, meetings and other social and business activities of the club.

“Any word from Sam?” Tony asked the young man who served as his assistant on the island.

“Yes, Sir. The three girls he told you about last night should be arriving this afternoon. He has one more in hand and the tenth is being acquired in LA today,” The young man replied.

“Fucking shit!” Tony yelled as he slammed his fist upon the desk. “Fucking LA? That bitch won’t be here until just before the god-damned hunt is to start.”

“Sir, we have a cover for that. Both Mr. Jamison and Mr. Crawford have informed me that they will be late and asked if the hunt start could be delayed. If we move it back one day for them the others may be annoyed but considering the gentlemen involved I can’t imagine there will be any real protest.”

Tony knew his assistant was correct. Jamison and Crawford were the oldest remaining members of the club. They were in fact the ones who had found and purchased the island. The newer members surely would not object to waiting for them. Still he did not like the way things were going. First there was the delay in obtain the prey. Next the weather coming down and the strong sense that weather would indeed play a part in the hunt. Now there would be a delayed start for the first time in his tenure. He thought to himself that the hunt was truly doomed.

“Well then Steve you better get one hell of a party planned for the others. Hopefull, if we get the bastards drunk enough they won’t care that they have to wait an extra day to get their dicks wet.” He said with a laugh. “Now lets go get a look at the girls that are already here.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

One hell of a party was an understatement... Steve knew his job well... and he did his job well... He had quite the party in the works, that included member's slaves, past prey that were now enslaved and trained. The Hunter, when a girl was caught, had a couple of options in regards to that girl. Of course he had the option to use her, then and there, in fact that was expected and that was the norm...

The Hunter then had the choice of simply releasing her for another to hunt, and again, that was the norm... there were 10 girls, and sometimes almost twice the Hunters... it was always expected that a captured girl would be released... The hunt often lasted more than a day if not longer... a hunting weekend was not out of the question... but the other option... choice.. that the Hunter had, if he wished to claim the girl when the Hunt was over, He would fasten securely about her throat a collar baring his name... When the hunt was concluded and the girls all accounted for, she would then be awarded to the Hunter who wished to claim her. Any unclaimed girls would be sold at an auction held during the Dinner and Party that concluded the Hunt...

If it just so happened that a girl was not sold, she was held on the island til the next hunt....

The last batch of prey had all been either claimed or sold, hence the need for 10 new girls....

Steve had planned a spectacular party for the new inductees and the returning Club members... including the use of existing slaves, of course with their Master's permission....

The first arriving prey, the first 5 that had been captured, were already on the Island.. Steve knew the others, 3 more, would be arriving that night, with one more early tomorrow morning, and the last from LA coming in just before the hunt started...

The first 5 girls were naked once more, having been shuffled into a room each... the room was rather bare, there was a bed, a table, a chair, and bathroom facilities in each, including a small tub for bathing if one wished. There were no windows, save for the one-way mirror on the wall... The Club members could look in, the girls could not see out, only seeing their reflection.. Before the night were done, where they were and what would be happening, would be explained... The Hunters wanted a challenge... so telling the prey that they were being hunted afforded that challenge.. It was said that if a girl managed to NOT be caught for the whole of the hunt, she would be set free... of course that were not true... but that is what they were ... told....

The list of stats for each girl was posted on the door to each room ... None contained the girl's name... that was no longer needed nor wanted.. they would be known as numbers until claimed or sold during or after the Hunt... Each number was etched in ink upon the girl's hip... Once claimed, or sold... the slave would be named by their Master.. Often the Master allowed the girl to keep her given name... but not always..

Girl 1 : Red curly hair... Eyes: green ... Height: 5'6".. Weight: 115 pounds... Breasts: 32 B... Virgin: no... Age: 22... area acquired: Washington State

Girl 2 : Blonde hair... Eyes: blue... Height 5'6"... Weight: 128 pounds... Breasts: 36D... Virgin: no.. Age: 22 ... area acquired: New York City

Girl 3 : Blonde hair... Eyes: brown... Height: 5'7 1/2"... Weight: 118 pounds... Breasts: 34C... Virgin: yes... Age: 20... area acquired: Florida

Girl 4 : Black hair... Eyes: brown... Height: 5'5" ... Weight: 110 pounds ... Breasts: 34C... Virgin: no... Age: 19.. area acquired: Michigan

Girl 5 : Aubrun Brown hair.. Eyes: Grey/green.. Height: 5'4"... Weight: 104 pounds... Breasts: 32C (possibly augmented)... Virgin: no... Age: 18... area acquired: Los Vegas

"The next 3 are due in tonight Sir..." Steve stated...

"I have already received the stats on each.." Steve flipped thru his paperwork.

"We have Girl 6 .. She has long, really long, dark brown hair, green eyes, she is 5"7" tall, with a weight of 125 pounds.. her breasts are 36C.. she is 19 years old and she is a virgin... which is always a plus... she was acquired in Florida.. we get several from Florida" Steve said, as he looked up as his boss...

"Then there is Girl 7 (Jasmine) ... She has, from what I have been told, gorgeous long black hair, very exotic looking, we were lucky to get her... She has nearly black eyes, is 5'6" tall, and a weight of 118 pounds.. Her breasts are 34B... she is 20 years old.. and another virgin... we aquired her in New York as well, but not the City.. Girl 7 was caught in Albany... "

"Lastly, at least as far as my paperwork goes, there is Girl 8 ... a pretty blonde... with green eyes... she is 5'5" tall... weighs 112 pounds... her breasts are 34C.. She is not a virgin... and we aquired her in Louisanna... "

"I don't have the paperwork yet on Girl 9 and Girl 10 .. I do know, just from what I was told quickly over the phone that Girl 9 is another blonde, you know how our members love blondes, and Girl 10 is a fantastic red head ...The one coming in from LA... I will have their stats on your desk as soon as I have them... "

Steve nodded to his boss after he finished with all the information.. He hoped his boss would be pleased.. this was a great batch of girls for the hunt.. the best they had in a while... Not to mention, it was time for him to get things going for the party, more members were arriving and the plane with the other 3 girls on it, Girls 6, 7. and 8, would be landing this evening as well... there was much to do...

 

[karnelman]

Tony took the list from his assistant. He noted the room numbers of the five girls that were already on the island. He returned the clipboard and headed down the back walk. The walk led to the holding building. It was a long low flat building with only one door. That door led to a rather barren reception area. There were two desks man by armed clerks. The door to the rear of the room was guarded by two additional armed men. As the girls were secured in their individual rooms these guards served more to keep anxious members from raping the prey than to keep the prey in the building. One of the clerks accompanied Tonya s he made his way down the corridor of doors. Each door led to an identical room. There were twelve in all though only five were occupied at the time.

He stopped in front of the first occupied room and read the posted on the door before looking through the one-way window.

Girl 1 : Red curly hair... Eyes: green ... Height: 5'6".. Weight: 115 pounds... Breasts: 32 B... Virgin: no... Age: 22... area acquired: Washington State

The green eyes and red hair pleased him. He was surprised to find such small tits on such a fiery looking redhead. Not that he cared as he could see she had rather delicious looking large nipples despite the small orbs. He also liked the neatly trimmed little red bush that adorned her cunt. He had the guard open the door and the two of them stepped into her room without a word. The girl was startled and remained standing where she was still except for the shaking. She was clearly very frightened.

“Come here please. You have no reason to be afraid unless you decide to be contrary and disobey me,” Tony said in a firm yet gentle tone.

The girl knowing she had little choice as the guard was carrying a very lethal looking gun, cam cover to Tony.

“You are very pretty. I hope you will enjoy the games we have planned as much as I am sure our other guests will enjoy playing them with you,” He said with a smile as he reached out and caressed her perk little tits.

She jumped back instinctively and spoke without thinking.

“Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Please tell me what is going to happen to me,” She cried.

He raised his hand and slapped her as he spoke, “Your stay here will be far more pleasant if you do not resist me! The report indicates that you are no virgin. From the way you keep your cunt groomed I would wager you are closer to being a slut! But you are disease free and quite beautiful and that is what we require. Your being experienced is a plus to some a disappointment to others. You are here for the pleasure of a very special group of men. If you allow yourself to open up it can be for your own pleasure too.”

He then slipped his and up her thigh and caressed her soft bush. This time she resisted the urge to step back. Though it was not hard enough to leave a mark the slap still stung her cheek and she sensed that the man standing in front of her could be very cruel if he needed to be. Tony left her without another word.

He visited each of the other girls in turn. Two more required slaps to allow his touch. All got a similar speech depending on the question they dared to ask. When he returned to the main building he was pleased with the first half of this hunts prey. He hoped the rest would be of similar quality. He knew if that was the case on one would mind the one day delay. This was after all the longest hunt of the year. It had been planned for five days whereas they generally lasted only two or three days. He thought that four days would be plenty to sate the appetite of the hunters and they would surely be ready to move onto the awarding of the prizes. Two thirds of the hunters would be able to take home a trophy if they wished as there would be only 15 this time. Five members four who had never hunted before and ten veterans made up the group. He hoped that the older members who already had pets of their own might hand back and let the newer men get a prize. But he knew well that if a member fancied a particular girl he would try to claim that girl. Tony himself was already thinking about one of the girls his assistant had described. He liked exotic women and if she lived up to her description she might well be a prize he would like. He had not had one of his own for a few years, by choice even though he was often successful at the hunt. He didn’t think his wife and children would quite like having a beautiful naked slave in the house. If he took one she would remain on the island which he visited frequently on business.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Hooded.... Hooded is never good, Steve thought to himself as the 3 girls, Girl 6, Girl 7, and Girl 8, were escorted off the plane.. of course it was Jasmine, Girl 7 that was hooded due to her escape attempt earlier... Steve did not want anything to fuck up this night or this hunt... One of the new inducties was a very important, and very rich, man. The Club wanted him as a member, this Hunt had been planned for him, the girls chosen based on his basic tastes, at least some of them.. The last thing Steve needed was Tony pissed off because one of the prey was so much trouble that she had to be hooded...

Jasmine had calmed down, the hood was quite a deterent for her... to say she HATED it was an understatement. Her hearing was muffled, and she could no longer detect light thru her blindfold.. never mind that it was hard to breath in there, which was one of the reasons a hood was used.. it was quite easy to control unruly prey when hooded.. She was the last one off the plane...

Each one were quickly escorted to their respective rooms. The party had started, and Steve did not want any of the late arriving guests to spy the newly arriving prey... The Hunters would get a look at the girls, the morning of the hunt. The prey was always given a 6 hour head start, the hunt not starting til noon... Each of the Hunters were allowed to look upon the prey, and the prey was allowed to look upon the Hunters. It instilled a great deal of fear in the girls, and a greater hunger in the Men... Only Tony saw the girls before the Hunt...


With her cuffs, gag, hood, and blindfold removed, Jasmine breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was naked, but a robe was left in the room. It was interesting to see how many girls went for the robe first, Jasmine did not. She went straight to the door, testing the lock, before exploring the room. Once she got to the robe, she put it on, but just as the others found out, it was of no use, it was completely see thru... She left it hanging open.. as she once more walked the perimeter of the room... Water had also been left, and that she took a sip of, after cautiously dipping a finger in, scenting it, tasting it slightly, almost afraid it were drugged..

Finally, the silence got to her...

"Alright, I am pretty sure you can see and hear me.. even if I am not allowed the same priveledge... I want to know where I am and what the hell is going ON!!"

On her door, and noted in her paperwork, was the small fact that she had been hooded. It would not do to try and fool Tony, that would only make Him angier.. Steve listened in amusment at the new girls, one, the pretty blonde, Girl 8, was sobbing on the bed... others were just staring or pacing... but Jasmine, well, he knew her as Girl 7, was pretty feisty...

He sent a message to Tony that the next three had arrived... If He wished to check in and see them...

 

[karnelman]

Tony crumpled the note from Steve that brought news the older man already knew. Steve was a good assistant for getting things done but he lacked greatly in perception. Very little that happened on the island escaped Tony. He had been watching a secret monitor as the girls were unloaded and then escorted to their rooms. He had watched each of their reactions as they were put in their rooms. Even Steven did not know the extent of the video surveillance available to Tony. Only the boss and an electrician that was living comfortably on a nearby island with his own slave knew the whole system. The electrician only worked when Tony needed him.

The one who arrived hooded was the one whose description had intrigued Tony earlier. When she was left alone she obligingly pranced her lithe body around the room for Tony, though she did not really know she was being seen on video. The elegantly dressed club president laughed out loud when she spoke to her unseen audience.

"Alright, I am pretty sure you can see and hear me.. even if I am not allowed the same priveledge... I want to know where I am and what the hell is going ON!!"

He found her feistiness an enhancement to her beauty. Too often the prey were dimwitted and timid, easily subjugated to the will of a forceful man. This one however, was obviously going to be a challenge. Clearly no matter who won her she could never be allowed to leave the island. There was too much danger that she would never break and would eventually escape her master and betray their secrets. Though she certainly would have no way of knowing where the island lay, the simple fact of an outsider knowing it existed would likely mean the end of the club. If necessary she would live in that little room for the rest of her life or perhaps even be given to a member with more exotic tastes. He well knew that there were members who wanted to taste the ultimate power; wanted to see the life leave thier lover at the moment of climax. He didn’t see the thrill and so far those people were kept under control at least on the island. A few prizes had mysteriously fallen off a member’s yacht on the way home. Perhaps they had attempted escape perhaps they were shark food for some other reason. As long as it did not hurt the club, it did not concern Tony.

He slipped out the back of the big house to avoid running into any members. Small ground lights marked the path to the prey housing. He entered and the four guards came to attention.

“Sir, Steve has just finished the inspection of the new arrivals. Do you wish me to call him back?” The senior guard asked.

“That won’t be necessary. You can accompany me to meet the new meat.”

He walked down the hall and stopped in front of Jasmine’s door. He read the posted description.

Girl 7 : Black hair.. Eyes: dark.. Height: 5'6"... Weight: 118 pounds... Breasts: 34B... Virgin: yes... Age: 20... area acquired: Albany

“Hardly does her justice, huh Phil?” Tony asked the guard.

“I wouldn’t know, sir. I don’t pay that mush attention. The meat belongs to the members, I just heard them. For all I see they could be goats.”

Tony laughed at the odd pronouncement. He knew damn well that the guard noticed the goats. He also knew that Phil would love to get first crack at one of them.

“If you believe that you must really like fucking goats! I saw you last year with that slut the members rejected. You practically split that little bitch in two with that monster pole of yours,” Tony shot back in a rather jolly tone.

The guard blushed beet red. He had always been a bit sensitive about his endowment. He had developed before most boys. Locker rooms were always a challenge for him in his youth. Taunts of horse-dong and the like had caused him to avoid undressing in front of others whenever possible. Of course the only way he ever got to fuck any of the girls on the island was in front of others even if it was only in front of one of Tony’s cameras. The boss had found that unruly slaves could sometimes be tamed with a dose or two of monster Phil’s dick.

“Most guys would kill to have have what you are packing, pal. I don't know why it bothers you so much everytime I mention your size. Of fuck, open the damn door before you die of embarrassment,” Tony said as he gave Phil a friendly clap on the back.

“Well hello. I heard you had a question for me,” Tony said to the girl in a gruff tone that clearly asked if she really wanted the answer. “Before I answer though I have one for you, how does a hot piece of fresh virgin cunt like you find herself in a piss hole in Albany?”

The words were purposely chosen. He knew he had to make her uneasy if he was to dominate the situation. This one was possibly stupid enough to try something even with Phil’s AK-47 at the ready.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

For a brief moment, Jasmine was surprised she had not heard anyone approaching, even thru the door. But in that same moment, she realized that the rooms here, unlike where she was before, must be sound proofed. There were no muffled slams of doors, or jumbled hard to hear crying. Nothing, she could hear nothing but her own voice, her own breathing, her own pacing. That is until her door was opened, not slammed opened, just simply pushed open...

“Well hello. I heard you had a question for me,”

“Before I answer though I have one for you, how does a hot piece of fresh virgin cunt like you find herself in a piss hole in Albany?”

She knew, almost immediately, that this Man was not a gopher, not a lackey, not a underling.... She knew that not from how He was dressed, anyone could dress to look powerful, anyone could afford that kind of suit.... No... she knew it from the tone of His voice...

This Man was in charge...

Now how had she warrented that? Or perhaps He were a Man that liked to keep His fingers dabbling in all that went on around Him. That liked to know what was being done, who was doing it, how long was it taking, and was it working... And, another obvious point that He was the Man in charge, He knew she had been kidnapped in Albany New York, of all places...

Jasmine glared back at Him, the words striking her almost as hard as a backhand would. Fresh virgin cunt... what the fuck was He trying to do? Upset her? Anger her? Jasmine was smart enough to know she held no control in this particular situation... a situation she was not all that sure of yet. Who was He? And what the hell did He want with so many girls? Jasmine had no clue how many were really there... yet... she knew only of herself and the other 2 who came with her.

"Getting off the bus and finding a warm place to sleep" she snapped back... "The better question is, what is a well dressed, well spoken.. Boss Man such as Yourself doing looking for a nobody like me.. in Albany.... ??? I am sure You could have trolled much better..... areas..."

Jasmine's eyes glared at Him, the blackness that made her so unique seeming to flicker with anger.. She was angry, and scared, but she hid that fear beneath the anger and sarcasm...

"but I'd rather the answer to the first question, which You already heard... " she quipped, stepping back from Him. She did not trust Him in the least bit... She found herself putting up the walls around her she used to when in foster care, when trying to protect herself from a jealous or abusive sibling or parent...

She instinctively drew closed the transparent robe, before turning, not completely turning her back to Him, never turn Your back to the enemy, that much she knew.. but she was facing aside now, blocking His view of her very vunerable assets... breasts... peaked nipples... her sex... Even her ass was not all that visable in this postion.. just the cheek...

 

[karnelman]

He smiled as he watched her defiantly addressing him, with her robe upper. She seemed a most strong-willed woman. It was unusual for new meat not to try and hide their flesh. This one clearly was more interested in her situation than in protecting her modesty. He saw something seem to flash in her dark eyes and then she quickly tried to cover herself. The attempt to sue the see thru material to hide her gorgeous body amused him and he allowed himself a little laugh.

“Why hide such beauty? You are exquisite. But for now I am not here to gaze upon your tits or other assets. As to your questions, I actually prefer the second one. However since I like spirited little bitches I might answer both. As for Albany, I was not there when you were found. I do not have time to troll for little cunts like you! It is my understanding that the trolls have had their eyes on you for a bit. It was you that choose Albany,” He said sternly clearly conveying his distaste for her cocky attitude. “Now if you show me the proper respect I will tell you why you are here. Drop the robe and come to me!”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Drop the robe??? Did He just tell her to drop the robe??? She did not turn to look at Him, but clearly her body stiffened...

Jasmine had never been ashamed of her body, in fact, often she pranced around in the nude, when alone, when in private... But she was not one to simply show her body off, she was far from a whore... But then again, the robe hid nothing, and she was smart enough to know that she were not in control of this little situation, a situation, as mentioned before, she was not all that sure about...


She indeed turned to face Him, letting the robe slip free of her body. She furiously fought the blush that wanted to heat her cheeks, biting at her lower lip to distract her mind...

"So the trolls have been watching me, that had to prove interesting, I don't tend to stay in one place very long. Now, it is my understanding that the trolls work for You, so that makes You head Troll, quite the ..... distinction" the last word was spit out..

In reality, Jasmine was quite scared, and frantically trying to think of a way out of this, if there were a way out. Her aggressive attitude was merely a defense mechanism that had kicked in, again from her foster home days.

She indeed had dropped the robe, but there was no way she was getting any where near the Man that stood before her. Something deep in her mind, a little voice that barely spoke above a whisper, told her that He was quite dangerous, and getting close to Him would not be the best of ideas...

"Now, do You think You can find the time to tell me why You kidnapped me from... Albany... and had me flown here... I am guessing this is some sort of Island, considering the length of the flight and the discussions I heard by the crew... can't wait to get to the warmth of the tropics... the island should be about 85 degrees... I need a swim and some rest after this job... that was just some of the ... hints ... I heard... hooded and all... "

 

[karnelman]

“Perhaps I was not clear. I said drop the robe and come to me, bitch!” He barked in a vicious tone.

Her comment about being head troll and her obvious defiance had turned his admiration of her attitude into searing anger. No one not even a scared sexy little of meat like her denied him on his island. He did not wait for her to come to her senses and walk over to him. Instead he walked to her and raised his hand. He backhanded her hard enough to send some men sprawling. To her credit she stood firm.

“You will find that I do not take kindly to insults. You may think you gain some advantage with your brave defiant attitude. I assure you that is not the case. While I appreciate a woman with a bit of balls, I do not stand for disrespect or disobedience,” He yelled into the young woman’s face.

As Tony spoke to the girl, Phil had leveled his imposing weapon. The guard did not like the situation he was witnessing. Most of the meat cowered in Tony’s presence. Fact was Phil had seen strong war hardened men cower in Tony’s presence. The man simply had an air about him that clearly did not allow for defiance. This girl was different though. To Phil that difference amounted to stupidity. Tony knew it was simply her strong willed survival instinct. He knew that would make her good prey and a fun challenge to break. He was however, disheartened as such females seldom made good pets. He figured that the beautiful exotic flower before him would likely end up shark food after being gang raped.

Tony reached out and began gently fondling the girl’s luscious tits as he spoke.

“Now as to your first question, we brought you here to participate in a little game. You along with a number of other delicious little cunts will be set lose upon this island. Yes you are on an island. I do not advise you try to swim off by the way. There are some rather nasty sharks out there and if they don’t get you would die of exposure long before you reached another inhabited island. You will be given a head start before the hunters follow. The game is simple, hide and seek. You hide we seek. If you are caught the lucky hunter gets you as a prize. If somehow you manage to elude the hunt, I will see that you get a prize,” He said with a smile.

Not waiting for her reaction he turned and walked out. Phil followed and the door was closed and locked. Tony stood watching the ravishing creature through the one-way glass. He was captivated by her. As he watched he turned to Phil.

“My friend this one is mine. She will be shown to the others and released of course. But you will see that no one else catches her,” He said softly.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The backhand was almost expected... Jasmine had been struck many times, by many different people... men, women, girls, boys. Her body had tensed just as He swung, and she indeed managed to keep her feet... a heated explosion of pain flared thru her tho, yet she managed to stay the tears that wanted to come..

Tears of pain....

Tears of despair was more like it...

Just His words, His explanation of where she was, and what..... was expected of her made her blood run cold.. Her gaze leveled on the weapon that now was leveled on her. It was a staring game, gun barrel to eyes.. Jasmine knew the gun would win... She was helpless... the realization making her shudder, just as the Man reached out, fondling her, as those words came flowing so easily from His lips...

She stood her ground, not pushing Him away, not even raising her arms, but her body was quivering, as tense as a bowstring... His touch was actually gentle, as His hands kneaded, caressed both her breasts, her nipples responding, warming, swelling, her own breathing deepening slightly. She hated this, and it took every ounce of strength she had to not cower back, to beg Him to stop, to beg Him to let her go.

No, she would remain silent...

Her eyes closed, as she desperately tried to wish herself away from what was happening... She was roused when the door closed as He, and His minion, stode out...

She let out a long, deep breath, as her body finally relaxed again. A shake of her head brought her back to reality, and calmed her nerves.. She walked to the door, once more trying it, just out of morbid curiousity.. Then she looked up, as she walked into the mid of the room..

"I know You can see me, hear me. I can not imagine that You are the kind of Man that does not have survellience everywhere on this god-forsaken island. I don't know what kind of game You are playing... or why You think that You can control lives the way You think You can.. but I know when I am powerless.. I'll play Your little game Bossman... but..."

She paused...

"Let's make it fair.. I don't know how many hunters you have, nor how many...... prey.... but let's make it fair... and perhaps more challenging... No survellience... how fair would it be if Your Hunters could see us no matter where we are, and I am not stupid enough to think that You do NOT have cameras all over this rock... and... if I am not caught... I get my freedom... free and clear..."

She knew she was asking alot, considering the position she were in... but she hoped that maybe, maybe He would enjoy such a challenge... and had at least some.... compassion??? She was not sure that was the correct word, but this was the only way she could think of to maybe... maybe.. get her freedom in this sick little game...

"I am thinking You are a Man of Your word... most BossMen are... Give me Your word.. face to face... Come on.. You can't possibly be afraid of little ole me and my ideas.... now can You??"

Jasmine knew she was playing a dangerous game... but she had learned... go on the offensive.. not the defensive to survive.. this was the only way she had to do that.. She worried about the other girls, and hoped they were ok, and maybe this would benefit them too...

 

[karnelman]

Whether it was his wariness over all the trouble the hunt had been, his desire for the girl or just plain stupidity he was not sure. But he did a very uncharacteristic thing. He reopened her door acknowledging the truth of her surveillance.

“I do not like challenges. The game is played by my rules. As for surveillance, I need no cameras here,” He lied. “This mirror as I am sure you are smart enough to know allows us to watch you. You are however correct about one thing, I am a man of my word. I will give that word that no surveillance devices will be used to hunt you. We are sporting men and use only our natural abilities in the pursuit. You will see the hunters before you are set lose. You likely will find the scene somewhat amusing. You see things are done naturally in the hunt area. You females will of course be naked as nature intended. Then men if they chose may hunt naked and some do. Most however will be clad in something reminiscent of costumes worn in old jungle movies. I favor a less theatrical look, shorts, a tee shirt and sandals. The hunter’s advantages are not found in technology here. They of course have superior size and strength. They also have knowledge of the hunting area that the prey does not. You I think likely possess advantage over them in guile and audacity. As for your prize we can discuss that if you are successful in eluding capture. Now I suggest you think long and hard before issuing any more challenges. I am beginning to think the smartest thing I could do right now is to have you cut up for fish bait!”

He walked to the small cot and picked up her discarded robe.

“Your punishment for challenging me shall be the removal of even this small comfort. I like you naked better anyway,” He said calmly and waited giving her a chance to speak if she dared.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Jasmine was not all that surprised when the door opened and He appeared, minus his body guard.

She listened as He spoke, and was surprised that He did not come forth and simply backhand her again for her audacity.. She knew she had been pushing it when she made her challenge.. but at least it paid off alittle. She got a better sense of what was expected, and had His word that this hunt, or whatever He deemed to call it, would not be as brutal, or as one sided as she had first imagined....

"no guns? no blades?" she wanted confirmation that this was not for the sport of killing at least. That would be barbaric, and she did not quite get that vibe from the BossMan... not that she thought He was all warm and cuddley, far from it.

"and You can be sure I will indeed elude capture" she snipped, not meaning to snipe at Him that way, but the words came flooding out, again her bravado was a defense mechanism that she could not seem to shut off...

"I am beginning to think the smartest thing I could do right now is to have you cut up for fish bait!”

That.... shut her up... She stepped back then... knowing that she had pushed, and was close to pushing too far. Jasmine let her eyes meet His. He was not a gruesome looking man to say the least, and attired the way He was, He was exceedingly handsome. She still did not quite understand what this hunt was all about, her mind just would not completely wrap around it... not yet anyways...

That would come in the darkness when the lights were turned off...

For now, she actually went against ... well... character.. so to speak... Not very often did Jasmine apologize for anything, but the words came whispering from her lips... "I'm sorry for being so... mouthy... I don't understand why You are doing this.. and I just want to go home"

Not that she had a home to go to... but that was not the point...

“Your punishment for challenging me shall be the removal of even this small comfort. I like you naked better anyway,”

She said nothing.. that robe didn't hide anything anyway... but it did provide a small comfort of feeling as if she had something on..

"fine" she retorted... still desperate to hide her building fear...

 

[karnelman]

He stood staring at her, looking her over as if examining an art work. He noticed the slight quiver no doubt brought on by his intense stare. He had been told more than once that his eyes sometimes felt like an x-ray. He managed to maintain the cold stare despite the unexpected stirring in his loins. The girl was stunning and having her there naked fully expose and venerable had an effect on Tony. An effect he was not used to feeling. Mostly his meetings with the prey before a hunt were cold and served his purpose of making them uneasy. It was generally not until the frenzy of the hunt that his arousal began to stir. Were she not a virgin and a special prize he might well have simply fucked her then and there. But the members had already read her bio and to use a virgin before the hunt would be a serious breach of duty.

As he continued to look her over he pondered her apology. He wondered how she could be so determined to return to her nonexistent home. She seemed from all reports to be nothing more than a beautiful vagabond. That she remained a virgin when her cunt could have been her ticket to many comforts in life was puzzling to him. He decided to see if she would talk with him about her life. He went to her bed and despite his distaste for the dingy mat he sat and patted the spot next to him.

“It seems each time I think I am through with you for a time, there are more questions needing answers. For example your thinking we might use weapons in the hunt is a puzzlement. We are not hunting beasts, we are hunting beautiful women. There would be little reward in shooting such prey. We may have exotic tastes in recreation but dead pussy is not amongst those tastes. As to your eluding capture, well it does happen but it is rare. Now if you are truly sorry, perhaps you will come sit with me and explain why you are so desperate to return to what seems to me to be a rather miserable vagabond existence when you could live in luxury if you simply were nice to the right man. Maybe, then we can put all of this unpleasantness behind us, Jasmine.”

He used her name purposely. He knew that she had not been called anything other than number seven or some demeaning thing since she was taken. She might well never be called by that name again. Only a few employees and Tony would ever even know her real name if she did not speak it. Names were for people not prey.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Warily, Jasmine watched Him as He strolled to that poor excuse for a bed and sat down, His hand patting gently the spot next to Him. Her eyes roamed over Him, sizing Him up almost as much as He had sized her up....

"It seems each time I think I am through with you for a time, there are more questions needing answers. For example your thinking we might use weapons in the hunt is a puzzlement. We are not hunting beasts, we are hunting beautiful women. There would be little reward in shooting such prey. We may have exotic tastes in recreation but dead pussy is not amongst those tastes."

She tilted her head slightly as she watched Him, those dark eyes narrowing slightly, she almost looking puzzled that He did not understand..

"Prey.... is just that.... a Beast to be hunted.... and quite often... killed. Given that I have already had a quite intimidating weapon pointed at me on more than one occassion since being..." she paused..."taken..." she let the words quiet before continuing.. "and hearing this called a hunt, and knowing, full well, that nothing about this is condoned by the laws of at least the United States, altho I am thinking this Island is far outside that jurisdiction... " she stopped there. He was not stupid, and neither was she. He knew what she was alluding to. The small fact that more than likely, to be free'd, was an impossibility. Any who spoke of what happened here, would shut it all down, and Jasmine couldn't imagine they wanted that to happen. Her mind had not wrapped around just what this place was yet... or the fact that many of the girls were enslaved once captured. She had made a large jump to thinking that they would be killed, upon capture... But she had figured out that kidnapping was against the law, so the Hunt obviously was.. and considering the secrecy of her being brought here... things were making a little... more sense.. just a little...

Taking a step closer to Him, her mind was racing wildly. She had challenged Him to free her if she eluded capture, but it dawned on her... freedom would never happen.

"Now if you are truly sorry, perhaps you will come sit with me and explain why you are so desperate to return to what seems to me to be a rather miserable vagabond existence when you could live in luxury if you simply were nice to the right man. Maybe, then we can put all of this unpleasantness behind us, Jasmine.”

She paused in her step. He had used her name. She had been called nothing but Girl or Girl 7... hearing her name was... comforting...

And, His question made her think...

She found herself considering the answer. Had she had a proper home to go to, with friends, loved ones, family, the answer would have been easy. But obviously she had been chosen for this because she had none of that.. Another fall out of her father abandoning her when she were so young...

She sat on the edge of the bed, leaving some distance, as much as she could, between Him and her. The question had caught her off guard. She had forgotten that she were naked, forgotten about the Hunt.. about the kidnapping...

"Nice to the right man" she repeated, not looking at Him now...

"You make it sound so easy....." she stated, her eyes closing... "But to be nice to the right man meant owing him something... it meant giving up my ability to think, to live, to everything, in order to please a man so that I may be taken care of... I didn't think it was worth it..."

She leveled her eyes at Him then... "I never found a man that I thought was worth giving me up for"

 

[karnelman]

“Damn but you make things fucking complicated. You have something most men would kill to possess and those men that have what you need mostly require very little in exchange for the gifts they give,” He said softly as he reached over and gently caressed the soft tuft of hair that guarded her pussy. “Is your virginity really so precious that you would prefer to toss aside comfort to keep it unused?”

He did not expect an answer to his question. For whatever reason she had saved herself for someone she was yet to meet. He knew before too many nights had passed that prize she had saved would be lost to her. But even though he knew it was something he could and would take if required, he truly began to want her to give it freely. He withdrew his hand as he contemplated ways to seduce the exotic flower. He was more than willing to give her a life far better than the one his men had taken away from. A big house on a tropical paradise with servants and all the luxuries she could desire. Her time would mostly be her own. Her only duty would be fucking him when he was on the island. A duty he would make very pleasant for her.

“Here,” He said as he handed the robe back to her. “I am sorry I took this. A beautiful flower such as you deserves her petals. I must go and attend to some business now. You should rest as you will need strength if you want to try to elude capture. I promise the hunt will be fair and bodily will come to you. I am sure you know more than that I can not offer. After all I sense that you are as intelligent as you are pretty. If I can I will visit again, perhaps after some thought you will explain why your virgin pussy is more important to you than your growling stomach,” He added as he walked to the door.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Is your virginity really so precious that you would prefer to toss aside comfort to keep it unused?”


Jasmine blinked at that question. That was NOT how she saw things, not at all. She was not a romantic, all tied up in the fantasy of love and being in love and all that. She had come from such a jaded background that Jasmine did not think love truely existed, not for her at least. Her own father didn't love her, and neither had any of the foster parents, or boyfriends she had dealt with since.

In a world where she had no control for the better part of her life, abandoned, moved from place to place, guys only seeming to want ONE thing from her, in that world, she had decided that her pleasure, her sex, her virginity, if you will was HERS to give. It was the one small, tiny, piece of control she had. HAD being the operative word. Jasmine did not have to ask now, what would happen if she were indeed caught in this hunt. The thought made her cold and sick.

Again, control had been taken from her. In the beginning it had never been given to her, when it was, now it was being taken....

But deeper inside her, buried, hidden, was another reason, one that Jasmine had no desire to visit. A fear, a deep seated fear, that she kept quite well hidden actually, that if she did, indeed, allow one to ..... use her.... be with her.... that she would feel love, only to have that ripped from her, when he got what he wanted and left.

That was something Jasmine NEVER wanted to feel again, not after her father abandoning her. That was something she hid so deeply she never would admit to it... ever...

"I prefer to keep my body.. MY OWN" The thought never made it past her lips...

“Here,” He said as he handed the robe back to her. “I am sorry I took this. A beautiful flower such as you deserves her petals. I must go and attend to some business now. You should rest as you will need strength if you want to try to elude capture. I promise the hunt will be fair and no bodily harm will come to you. I am sure you know more than that I can not offer. After all I sense that you are as intelligent as you are pretty. If I can I will visit again, perhaps after some thought you will explain why your virgin pussy is more important to you than your growling stomach,”

Jasmine wasn't sure she wanted to explain anything to Him. She did not like Him clawing at the walls she had so carefully built around her.

Once the door closed behind Him, she wrapped the robe about herself, and laid down on the bed. In reality she was exhausted, scared and hungry, but when food was brought an hour later, she did not make a move to eat. She wondered what this place was? Who were these men, that liked to hunt women... hunt women to rape them.... that was how she saw it.. and she wondered how well the other girls were doing.. was it just the 3 of them?? And, what happened to those women after the hunt??? What ... would happen to her????

That was the thought that made her blood run cold..... as she finally fell asleep...

Steve sent word to Tony of the conditions of each of the prey, as the night wore on. He knew that Tony would want any details of what was happening, some were sobbing and crying, begging to be let out... others paced... couple of others, including Girl 7.. slept...

Girl 9 was due first thing in the morning... estimated arrival time... 7am.... Girl 10, the day before the hunt began... but Tony already knew that.

The party was going well, the *entertainment* was being well enjoyed, sometimes by several of the men. Not all the men on the island and at the party would participate in the hunt, some were merely observers, already having slaves.. Only the Hunters received the reports on the prey.. already the first reports had been distributed and were the talk of the party, especially the pictures that were attached... but what the Hunters were eagerly awaiting was the next two days, where they would be able to see each of the prey, live... both in their *cages* and displayed at a night before the Hunt Dinner...

 

[karnelman]

Tony was not in the mood for partying. The girls that were available for entertainment were certainly beautiful and all were willing. Some were former prey that had been caught, broken and trained to serve. Some were working girls who had willing given over their freedom to serve on the island in exchange for creature comforts. Tony often wondered if they realized that they were as much slaves and imprisoned as truly as the prey were. The paid girls knew far too much to ever be allowed to return to their former lives. But then they were not Americans and they came from lives hardly worth returning too. But Tony did not desire any of the treats that were available. He wanted girl number seven, Jasmine.

He retired to his office and flipped on the monitor as he looked over Steve’s report. It was pretty much as expected. There were always the criers and pacers. He was not surprised that Jasmine did not eat and that she was sleeping. The smart knew that sleep was an ally to be taken when it was available. As he watched the nearly naked beauty sleeping in the monitor he casually lowered his zipper and took out his hardening cock. Her breasts gently rose and fell with each breath. He imagined fondling her tits as his hand found his own heavy ball sack. He zoomed in closer and imagined her soft lips were caressing his cock as he slowly stroked himself. He quickly grabbed tissues form the box on his desk as he was surprised by a quick orgasm. It was more tension release than pleasure he felt. He had allowed himself to desire the girl. He knew it was not wise, but he could not stop the desire once it started. He was a man accustomed to getting what he wanted and this girl number seven would be no exception.

He closed up his pants and thought about her and their conversation. He laughed softly when he recalled her confident pronouncement that she would elude capture and win her freedom. He knew well that would not happen. While he was a man of his word and he had not lied about the hunters receiving no special help from surveillance equipment there was something she did not know. One of the needles stuck in her during her exam was not to take fluids. A tiny electronic chip had been implanted under her skin as was done with all the prey. Only Tony and a couple of his men knew about the devices. The hunters were not aware or given use of the tracking frequencies. The purpose of the device was to enable any girl that managed to elude the hunters to be found. It also helped ensure that none tried to leave the island. The shark story was true and the marina was heavily guarded. But there were miles of beaches and only scant patrols. It was conceivable that a clever girl given a number of days could fabricate a crude raft. However, any one that made it to that point would be stopped on the waters before they cleared the shoals.

If necessary Tony would bend the rules and use the device to locate number seven before the hunt concluded. Phil would use it to keep the other hunters off of her trail. She would be Tony’s prize before the end of the second day. But he would not publicly rape her as most of the others would. Though she would be his property and he could under the club’s rules use her as he pleased, he preferred to attempt seduction.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Jamine's dreams were nothing short of disturbing... Images flashing thru her mind... running... the constant image of running.. and the ever present chill of fear.. Using the shadows to her advantage, mud from a nearby stream shore to smear on pale skin... making her harder to see as the shadows lengthened... she watching as the Hunters passed her by, drawn by the flash of blonde, or a flicker of red.. she had an advantage, not being blonde, or so she thought..

She slowly finding her way thru the underbrush...

Until she felt hands, grabbing her.

His hands, a laugh, a smirk.. He pulling her to Him, exclaiming that He had indeed won the prize.. and she.. was that prize... He throwing her down, to His feet, raping her, RAPING HER....

RAPING HER...

She screaming, as he brutally thrust into her, ripping from her the virginity she held so close, tearing from her that one small piece of control she had managed to hang onto... their bodies slamming together as He moaned and she screamed... the sound echoes into the darkness, mingling with the screams of other girls, beggings for mercy, high-pitched wails that fed her own despair.. but that was not the worst of it.. that was not the worst...

The worst was the steel collar that was wrapped around her throat when it was all done, tight, possessive... His laughing voice.. "Now you are MINE"

Jasmine woke up with a scream being torn from her throat. She slapping her own hand over her mouth to silence that scream if she could. She was bathed in a sheen of sweat, trembling.. the dream had scared her, scared her badly, and she thought... that maybe, just maybe .. she had figured out this place.

She had heard all about the world of Dominance and submission... of Masters and slaves... never in any great detail. She thought of it as strictly a sex game, not something like .... this... She hadn't, for one moment, before this that is, thought that it went anywhere beyond sex...

This Hunt, was about sex. It was about rape as far as she was concerned. But what made her blood even colder was the thought that after it was over, what... what would they be??? Slaves????

Jasmine got out of bed, pacing slowly, wrapping the sheer robe about her body... She wanted to ask Him.. ask Him if what she were thinking were true.. was this about slavery? Sex slavery maybe?? She wanted an explanation, or at least a part of her did, another part didn't want to know.

She had no conception of what time it was... day or night... morning or afternoon... as her pacing increased, so did her deepening fear and the tears she had kept at bay for so long. She turned away from where she perceived the camera to be, hiding her face, as she let the tears some slowly...

 

[karnelman]

Tony awoke with a start. He had fallen asleep at his desk fantasizing about her. The monitor still flickered. But instead of the prone peacefully sleeping girl he saw a tortured soul tossing and turning. As he was still zoomed in he could see the beads of sweat on her brow. Then she was screaming as if she was being murdered. She fought it and found her feet. Her bare breasts were exposed him to for just a moment before she clutched the flimsy material to her body and began to pace the small cell. He could see the distress on her face and the tears that flowed freely. He had an odd sensation. Part of him actually wanted to go to her and comfort her. He cursed himself and girl number 7. He did not want the feelings he had. It was yet another complication to the hunt. This hunt was clearly going to be more trying than any before.

The sun was rising. In a few hours once the members had risen and shaken off the previous nights revelry, after lunch was consumed there would be the visits to the cells. Tony would have to spend all afternoon accompanying the members as they had their turns to view prey and fondle select girls. He did not care about the other seven but he did not want to watch girl number 7 being humiliated. He had decided she would be for looking only and only through the glass. It would be explained that she was far too defiant to allow direct contact. Many of the members tended toward cowardice. Tony thought that is why some of them hunted women and not something more dangerous. He keyed the walkie-talkie that linked him directly to Steve.

“Yes, Sir,” Said a very sleepy voice.

“Post a sign on number seven, NO ADMITTANCE, Defiant Bitch,” Tony said sternly.

The boss’s voice clearly said not to question him. Steve had been hoping that whoever won number seven would seek his help breaking her. She would clearly be a challenge to train, but that was the kind of challenge he loved. That hope disappeared with the realization that Tony had plans for the girl. The boss would not seek or need Steve’s help. He posted the sign and then made his way to Stewart Appleton’s cottage. Stewart was a wealthy man whose tastes ran toward number seven’s type. He was important enough in the club to challenge Tony. Steve planned to offer the generous gentlemen a bit of help in capturing the stubborn exotic flower. He knew his reward would be two-fold, money and the chance to break the girl.


Tony headed off to his rooms to shower and dress. He would have liked more rest but knew sleep would not come again that morning. He took his usual breakfast; eggs over easy, bacon, hash browns, a buttered English muffin and Earl Grey tea. After eating he began the chore of greeting the members as they came into the dining room one at time as they rose. The pets and whores were no where to be seen. The pets that were not left in their master’s rooms and the whores were housed in a motel-like building far out of sight of the members housing. At noon he took the first member to the prey house for a viewing.

The walked the length of the long corridor stopping at each occupied window to observe the girl inside. Number two had the privilege of being the first member’s choice. She was a rather docile girl who form the looks of her eyes had spent most of the night crying. Nothing that happened on this visit would make her feel better. She was a blond blue eyed beauty with large tits. Tony stood by silently as the member made her remove her robe and then roughly handled the girl’s tits. When asked, Tony confirmed that the girl was not a virgin. This meant that the member could probe her pussy. Her pushed her legs apart with his knee and pushed two fingers into her. She gasped as her dry pussy was assaulted by the stranger. However, she had that New York kind of pride and stubbornness. She refused to shrink away or protest. To her dismay the weasely little man in front of her managed to find the right spot and her easily aroused pussy flooded.

“I knew you would like it you little, slut,” He sneered as he continued manipulating her gspot.

She moaned softly as he began to tickle her clit while still fingering her now quivering cunt.

“Careful, Henry. Remember you can touch, but you can’t fuck her unless you catch her. She looks fast,” Tony said with a glint in his eye.

He knew little Henry wasn’t going to catch this one. No if he got one it would be open of the whimpering little girls. Not this blond beauty.

“Come on Tony, let me have one little dip in this slut. I can tell from the way she feels she has had plenty of dick in her cunt. Besides she is so wet I know she really wants me,” Henry replied making a fool of himself.

Even though she was terrified and ashamed to be so aroused by the strange man’s touch, number two couldn’t stop laughing at the foolish troll who imagined she would ever want anything to do with his dick. That was of course a mistake. Henry pulled his hand from her cunt and slapped her face hard. Tony grabbed him before he could do any damage.

“Damn it Tony she is bitch and needs to be taught a lesson!” Henry protested.

“Laughing at a member was a mistake slut!” Tony said calmly. “Go on back to the house I will take care of her punishment.”

The girl stood trembling when she was left alone with the imposing man.

“Calm down! I am not going to hurt you. I thought he was pretty funny too.” Tony said as he walked over to her.

She relaxed and smiled thinking that the boss might not be such a bad guy after all. He sure as hell was handsome. She would gladly fuck him if it would help her situation.

“Don’t get any ideas honey, I am not interested,” Tony said as he reached around and surprised her with a firm slap on her ass. “Put your robe on, you may have more visitors.”

So went the afternoon. Tony brought all the members one by one to the cells. Each picked a girl to inspect personally. Some went as far as Henry; others simply ogled or touched gently. Finally it was Stewart’s turn. He of course picked number seven. After his talk with Steve he could not resist the challenge of defying Tony. He insisted even when it was explained that the girl was not to be trusted.

“Tony, my friend what is the worst that can happen? Maybe a scratch or two?” Stewart said with laugh.

Having no real excuse to deny him, Tony opened the door to Jasmine’s cell.

“Well aren’t you a fucking hot one? Dropped the rob and show me the goods, sweet thing,” Stewart said as they entered the small room.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Jasmine had not gotten any more sleep that night, but she had eaten some breakfast.. and had some juice.. having food in her belly made her feel a bit better, and afforded her the energy to try and think thru what had haunted her last night. Or at least what she had realized, she purposefuly left out the horrifying rape she had managed to conjure up in her mind. Instead trying to analyze what she thought she knew...

She had no idea that she were on display for the Hunters. The sound-proofed room did not allow her to hear either the other girls cries or protests, or the comments made when the men came to her cell. When the door swung open, she was caught almost entirely off guard.

She had been curled up, sitting on the bed, thinking... and when the door came open she looked up, hoping, somewhere deep inside, that it was the BossMan..

It was.. along with another...

“Well aren’t you a fucking hot one? Drop the robe and show me the goods, sweet thing,”

Jasmine could only stare. This was just the kind of man she hated... Already, from that one sentence, and what he was wearing, silk shirt, dress pants, gold bracelet and watch, pinky ring, he was older, a bit overweight, shorter than the BossMan, and had that .... priviledged look in his eye, and that same priviledged drawl to his voice. He was one of those men, who used, who thought he was better than anyone else... Jasmine hissed to herself... glaring at the man...

"Drop Dead" she spit, drawing the robe tighter around her body. The words had spilled out of her mouth, before she could stop them.. she quickly erecting what walls of protection she could around herself. She got off the bed and backed away from the two of them, not looking at the BossMan at all.. her attention focused solely on the little ogre of a man in front of her.

 

[karnelman]

Tony put his hand on Stewart’s shoulder just as the older man was about to charge Jasmine and force his will upon her. Had it been any other girl he might well have let her be raped and beaten right there. She was a pain in the ass and not likely to be broken. She was by far the strongest willed cunt they had ever had on the island. She was also exquisite and from the comments they others made from behind glass all were anxious to she her sent running naked into the hunting ground.

“Easy my friend, I told you she was a spirited little bitch,” Tony said while holding firm to Stewart’s shoulder. “Your sure you wouldn’t rather visit another girl? That little titted red-head in room one is a fiery and she has had her cherry popped. Maybe we could bend the rules and let you fuck her to ease the insult of this cunt. What do you say?”

Stewart shook his head. The fire in his eyes told Tony that the man intended to get what he wanted.

“If I fuck anything today it is going to be this little arrogant slut!” He spat out in an almost guttural tone.

“I don’t think we better bend the rules that much, my friend. The others would have both out balls on a spit for that,” Tony replied calmly. “Now girl, you may think this little display does you some good, but I assure you that you have misjudged your situation. When last I spoke to you I thought you were a smart one, now I am not so sure. In any event, unless you comply with the gentleman’s wishes immediately, I shall have to take action. Something that will not be pleasant for either of us, less so for you. Now lose the robe and parade that sexy body over here.”

Tony had spoken in a soft almost soothing tone. He wanted Jasmine to know that he was in charge and her disobedience would not be tolerated. He also wanted her to know that he would not allow her to be hurt. He still held Stewart’s shoulder as he waited for her to react.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

To say she was seething would have been an understatement, but as seething as she indeed was, she was not stupid, despite what others may think. She did not like Bossman's comment about her not being so smart, and the look in her eyes, as she shifted that heated gaze from that Ogre to the Bossman, told Him that.

No, she was not stupid, and knew her situation was not in her control. If she had not been a street child, as she so often called herself, a castaway, she would have broken down crying, she was sure, begging these *Mean Men* to leave her alone. But she had learned that one had to adapt to what was presented... Her adaptations sometimes got her in trouble in the past... Trouble here would be substantially worse than when she were younger...

"Now lose the robe and parade that sexy body over here.”

Her whole body was shaking, in anger, and shame, as she let the robe slip from her body. She refused now, to meet the Ogre's gaze, or to look demurely down. No, instead she stared at the Bossman, it was clear in that stare that she blamed Him for this. That she held Him responsible. But she did it as well to let the Ogre know that as far as she was concerned, he was nothing to her. Nothing at all...

She did note, however, that Bossman at least did NOT take His hand from the Ogre's shoulder, effectively holding the equally seething, enraged Man, in check.

Jasmine walked forward, but not close enough to be touched. Her hands were in near fists, betraying her frustration at being paraded around like this, in front of a Man like this.

She so wanted to berate the little Man, the Ogre.. she could.. she had the mouth to do it.. It was the eyes of the Bossman that stopped her. She stopped because she knew, at least she figured, that He could, and would, only be able to hold back the ogre for soooo long before it was out of His hands. Bossman or not, unless He were the absolute Owner of this little paradise, and for her it was no paradise, more of a personal hell, then He did not have absolute power over the others.

She turned then, showing the curve of her beautiful ass. The Ogre's proclamation that he would fuck her today still stuck in the back of her mind, and came flooding forth as she turned. "To fuck me, you will have to catch me, and trust me when I say, I.... will NOT be caught.. by YOU... or anyone else." she looking over her shoulder at both Men.

At the moment she was masking her fear well, because she was angry, no, she was..... seething...