The shoulder fired missile rocketed upward toward the lumbering twin-engined airplane. Bright yellow flame and a blue-black streak of smoke showed the weapon flying straight and true. In less than five seconds the missile ripped into one of the airplane’s rear stabilizers blowing apart most of that wing’s surface. The explosive force of the strike was dissipated outward leaving the old passenger aircraft with only minor superficial damage. In actuality the loss of one half of the rear wing spelled trouble for the old craft. The two woman crew fought to keep the airplane flying level but very soon realized that was a wasted effort. Seeing an opening in the jungle canopy to her left the Captain winged over in that direction before leveling the wings. Like a wounded duck the ancient craft sprawled out in a shallow dive before lifting its nose only a few feet above the dense foliage below.
Just before impact the Captain, thirty-four year old Christy Johansen closed the fuel lines and killed the magnetos on both engines. Only the sound of the wind rushing past the wings and creaks and groans from the old body of the Douglas DC-3 could be heard before airplane hurtled into the jungle. The fuselage plunged straight into a narrow gap in the thick woodland. Both wings were torn off upon impact with trees on either side of the fuselage. The body of the airplane kept going after the wings were ripped off until it came to rest with its nose burrowed into the soft jungle floor. The old crafted shuttered as it stopped abruptly and then rolled slightly to one side. Inside the airframe the air was filled with smoke and dust but there was no fire at the crash site. Both torn-away wings carried most of the fuel which now burned faintly nearly one-quarter mile back in the dense jungle growth.
All of the passengers onboard the stricken airplane survived the crash. The small number of injuries was remarkably minor. One of the passengers, fifteen year old Angela Gonzales cracked bones in both ankles and twenty-nine year old Pamela McNeal broke two fingers and her wrist. Several of the passengers had suffered cuts and scrapes caused by flying glass and the pummeling they received during the crash landing. They were alive and as the shock wore off they all scrambled to escape the airplane.
Only the co-pilot, twenty-three year old Dina Sweeten, who was the airplane’s navigator, knew approximately where they were. The Captain of the craft, Christy could estimate their location based upon their time in the air and direction of travel but it would not matter. They were about to meet a worse fate than being lost in the jungle. They would soon be found in the jungle.
The twenty men in Raul’s hunting party raced through the jungle toward the crash site. Only three white men were with the group. Raul and two of his mercenaries, both ruthless killers, controlled the hunting party with iron discipline. With one exception, that was Kanga Iasi.
Kanga was a freak of nature. He was six foot seven inches tall and more than three-hundred pounds of pure muscle and hatred. Kanga would back down from Raul and didn’t openly defy the other two whites but he was given almost anything he demanded. When he was a boy his entire family had been massacred by Belgium soldiers including his mother and five sisters. They had died slowly and painfully while he watched their brutalization and rape. He vowed revenge and his association with Raul and his thugs gave him access to many white women. Today was going to be a good day for Kanga.
All of the women were out of the airplane when Raul’s party first saw the wreck site. Raul could not believe his eyes. Literally dozens of scantily clad, stranded women were ripe for the taking. Raul gathered the hunting party together and issued instructions. Half the men were to circle around behind the wrecked airplane and cut off the escape routes of girls who spooked and tried to flee into the surrounding jungle. The plan was to rush the survivors from all sides, to knock down any girls who tried to run. Then the men were to bind the girl’s wrists behind their backs and to hobble the captive’s ankles with long strips of leather. Once all of the prisoners were secured they would be roped together by their necks in a line so they could be marched to the prison compound some four miles to the east. The search of the aircraft for valuables would wait until the quarry was imprisoned. Raul would leave three of his most trusted guards at the wreck site to discourage looting of the aircraft until he had taken away the female spoils.
The attack plan worked well. The startled women were still in a state of shock and only six of them tried to escape the onslaught. Christy and the thirty-one year old senior stewardess Mary Smyth had just re-entered the wreckage when the attack began. Not aware of the men who had circled to the back side of the aircraft, the two women ran away for the frontal attack out the back of the craft. They had run only one hundred feet when Christy ran head-on into an attacker running toward the airplane from the opposite direction.
The pretty blonde haired Captain’s long locks trailed behind her as she ran. Her pale blue eyes were wide with concern; her lips had just parted to suck in gulp of air when she hit the large black man weighing nearly two hundred pounds. He was six feet tall, making him seven inches taller and eighty pounds heavier than was the fleeing woman. Carrying his rifle at high port, the attacker caught the blonde girl across the neck and shoulder with the weapon, stopping her in her tracks and knocking her onto her back.
The force of the blow and fall knocked the wind from her lungs. She lay on the jungle floor thrashing about wildly while trying to regain her breath. Her white uniform blouse was torn where the rifle stock struck her exposing a spreading red stain that oozed from the laceration across her neck and shoulder. Christy’s pale blue flight uniform shorts offered a superb view of her slender and wildly kicking legs. The man who had knocked her to the ground seized a thrashing ankle and twisted the injured woman onto her stomach. His knee came down on the women’s buttocks pinning her to the ground. Her hands and ankles were quickly tied and she was dragged to her feet while still struggling for breath. The battered woman was then slung over the attackers shoulder and carried back to where the other captured women were bound.
Mary made it several hundred feet farther into the jungle than had Christy. She had run between the approaching men when she heard her friend’s scream. Turing to look back, Mary’s brown eyes saw Christy’s attacker drop upon the stricken girl. Her long locks conspired with her tear filled eyes to partially blind her as she turned to sprint away into the darkening jungle. Her blurred vision caused Mary to brush against a number of tree trunks and low hanging branches as her flight to freedom continued. Parts of her clothing were torn away or shredded with each glancing collision. Mary determinedly staggered on for several hundred feet before she was knocked forward by an attacker who had overtaken her from behind. A powerful set of arms wrapped themselves around Mary’s buxom chest and trim waist. Both of her arms were pinned to her sides and the onrushing momentum of her adversary drove her head first into the jungle floor. The helpless women turned her face to the side at the last instant before she hit the ground suffering a bruised cheek and bloodied ear in the fall.
Her attacker was not much taller than was Mary who was five-foot-eight. He carried fifty more pounds on his heavier frame than did she at one-twenty-eight on her shapely body. Both Mary and the man found themselves with their arms pinned, but while her arms were imprisoned at her sides his arms were beneath Mary’s body. His hands felt their way inside her uniform blouse and then beneath her well-rounded bra. Rough fingers found and twisted the nipple of one plump breast causing Mary to squeal in pain. When she tried to twist away from the man he was able to release his arm from around her waist. He pulled a strip of leather from his pocket and quickly caught one of Mary’s wrists it the noose at its end. Using his superior strength and leverage the attacker twisted the captured wrist high up her back driving her upper body back into the ground.
The force of his action smashed Mary’s face into the ground bloodying her wailing lips. As the contorted brown eyed blonde managed to draw her knees up under her body her buttocks pointed skyward from her arching back. As Mary struggled to pull away from the assailant he released her throbbing breast and captured her free wrist twisting it to join the noosed wrist behind her back. Wrenching both wrists upward toward her neck the man nearly dislocated her shoulders as they creaked under the massive strain. The pain became so intense that momentarily Mary blacked out. As her body went limp both of her wrists were bound behind her back.
Content that his prey was subdued the man left her lying on the jungle floor and returned to where he had dropped his rifle. Mary returned to consciousness quickly and struggled to bring her knees back under her body. With some effort the pretty blonde woman managed to regain her feet. With a trickle of blood oozing from her damaged ear and smashed lips the thirty-one year old woman darted away into the jungle as the man was just retrieving his rifle several dozen yards away.
With both of her hands tied behind her back Mary would have normally been slowed in her escape but the abuse she had suffered at the hands of her attacker spurred her on to a courageous effort. She was driven to escape as she weaved her way through the dense jungle undergrowth soon losing sight of her assailant. She stumbled on for two or three minutes, not knowing where she was going when without warning a rifle butt was driven deep into her abdomen. Her assailant had anticipated her escape route and sprinting faster than she had been able to run, had circled around in front of the fleeing woman and laid in ambush. Stepping out from behind a tree he jabbed at the fleeing blonde with the butt of his freshly retrieved rifle. Mary’s flight was instantly stopped. She doubled over the rifle butt with the air forced from her lungs. With a whooshing gasp of pain the thirty-one year old woman fell to her knees.
The viciousness of the blow to her belly was matched by the attackers next rifle butt thrust which smashed squarely into Mary’s recently mauled breast. No sounds escaped her bloodied mouth but her darting and tear filled eyes make known the pain she was experiencing. With no breath in her body she could not even produce a whimper. The lacerated and smashed breast bled through her white blouse sending a red strain down the front of the garment. Mary toppled over backward, her knees doubled beneath her limp body.
This time the man made certain his victim was really unconscious by prodding her fallen body several times with the muzzle of his rifle. The limp woman did not respond to his moderate probing of her damaged breast or a sharp jab into he upturned groin. The man grabbed a handful of her long yellow hair and pulled her over onto her stomach. Quickly he hobbled her feet and then used the hobble to drag his prize back though the jungle to the airplane crash site.
Chapter 2
Light brown haired Christine Elsinore was uninjured during the crash landing and was soon searching the wreckage for her younger sister eighteen-year-old Lauren. Twenty-four-year old Christine who was just five-feet tall and weighed only one-hundred-eight pounds was the larger of the two sisters. Lauren had been struck by flying glass during the crash opening cuts that drained blood from her neck, shoulder, arm and one side of her torso. The tiny four-foot-eleven-inch strawberry blonde had been wearing a V necked tee shirt with the sleeves cut off and shortened to just below her small but perfectly shaped breasts. Below the waist she wore only her bikini bottom. Christine found Lauren where she had been thrown during the crash, wedged down in between two seats. The two girls struggled to escape the wreckage and once outside the airplane ran back toward the tail section of the fuselage. Whilst there, partially concealed beneath the rear stabilizer of the battered DC-3, Christine administered to Laurens wounds. The cuts were found to be superficial and most of the bleeding had stopped when Raul’s hunting party rushed the crash site.
Since most of the dazed women were near the front and to one side of the downed aircraft, Raul’s men concentrated their efforts in that area. During the ensuing struggle and confusion Christine and Lauren in their concealed location were overlooked and passed by. The two frightened girls waited until the attackers had their backs turned and were preoccupied with rounding up and tethering dozens of other female captives. When they saw their chance they crawled under the airplane’s tail section and staying low vanished into the surrounding jungle. Or so they thought as they scampered deeper in the foliage.
Raul had posted Kanga and the two white mercenaries to hang back from the attack and watch for just such escape attempts. The two whites moved to track the fleeing women leaving Kanga at the crash site to continue his vigil. The two girls were lightly dressed in bright colored clothing. Christine wore white and blue striped shorts and a lightweight button-down short sleeve day-glow green blouse. They moved quickly away from the sounds of their friends being captured and abused. Both girls were in excellent physical condition with almost identical perfectly proportioned bodies. They ran continuously for almost twenty minutes traveling more than two miles before they stopped to rest. The screams and cries from the crash site could no longer be heard.
Little Lauren was very frightened but with her older sister at her side she knew she could stay in control of her emotions. Christine and Lauren were very close as sisters. Facially they were nearly identical. The both had wide set emerald eyes framed in long lashes and straight eyebrows. Small noses with slightly flared nostrils arched above wide thin lips. The similar appearance and tight kinship would soon become the undoing of both of them.
Pursuing the girls was easy work for the mercenaries. The fleeing girls made plenty of noise as they ran through the jungle and staying on their trail was as simple as following the noise. Whenever the young women slowed or stopped so did their pursuers. When the young women stopped for more than a few seconds the mercenaries moved forward stealthily closing in on the beauties. Once the men drew near enough to have them in sight they quietly devised a plan to assure the capture of both girls and perhaps offer a little extracurricular pleasure for themselves into the bargain.
Watching the girls at close range it became apparent to the men that the women were close friends, perhaps even sisters. Breathing heavily from the exertion the two girls stood defenseless in the jungle holding on the one another tightly. The slightly taller brown haired woman seemed to be the stronger of the two. The mercenaries decided that she would be the girl they would pounce on first. The men separated and one of them circled to the opposite side of where the girls were huddled. Once his cohort was in place, the first man launched with great accuracy, a sling flung stone at Christine. The smooth faced projectile struck the young woman in the lower thigh above her knee. The force of the strike buckled the brown haired girl knees knocking her sideway and then sending her toppling to the ground.
Christine was stunned for only a second and when she realized that they were under attack she yelled for Lauren to run. As she did this she tried to regain her feet. Her strawberry blonde, sister seeing Christine recover her footing, darted away into the dense jungle. The younger girl had extended her escape for several hundred feet before she realized she was running alone. Lauren called out to her sister but heard no reply. The eighteen-year-old stopped running and turned back from where she had come. Creeping quietly back through the foliage Lauren repeatedly whispered her sisters name. She stopped suddenly when the sounds of a struggle and the muffled sound of her sister’s voice filtered through jungle. Lauren was frozen in her tracks, shaking in fear as she listened to sounds that struck deep into her soul.
When Christine had been struck by the rock she was on the ground before she was aware of any pain. She quickly assessed the situation and realized her sister was in immediate danger. Christine screamed for her sister to run away and tried to pull her legs beneath her body. Only then did she become aware of damage and pain the rock strike had caused. As she tried to bend her knee below the stone caused deep purple bruise a sharp pain forced the girl to quickly re-straighten the leg. The twenty-four-year-old rolled her body so she could use her un-injured leg to push herself erect. Once she was back on her feet she started to limp off in the same direction her sister had taken. The pretty green-eyed beauty preceded only three steps when she was grabbed from behind.
A huge muscular arm reached around her neck and as her hair swept across her face the arm tightened rapidly cutting off her air and lifting her off her feet. Christine tried to reach back with both hand to break loose from the strangle hold on her neck. She had no success and was soon using her hands to defend against another arm and hand that had wrapped tightly around her chest. The attacker squeezed the girl even tighter and her struggles began to weaken. Her lungs could not support her physical needs without oxygen. Christine was on the verge of blacking out when she was suddenly lifted high into the air and then thrown viciously to the ground.
For an instant the small brown-haired girl was stunned but she quickly regained her composure. Paying no heed to the pain of her bruised thigh the young woman leaped to her feet and started her escape for the second time. The mercenary caught up with her as quickly as he had before. This time he grabbed a handful of the back of her blouse near the back of her neck spinning her around to face him. Christine had made almost no noise during the struggle until she saw her attacker. He was a brute of a man standing well over six feet tall and weighing at least two-hundred-forty pounds. His eyes were filled with savagery, his mouth leered in lust, his head was shaved and a ragged scar engraved one side of his face. Christine screamed in fear at the sight.
Her scream was short lived as the mercenary drew the girl to him by the back of her blouse and then suddenly drove his other fist into her belly. With her green eyes wide with pain and again out of breath Christine helplessly watched as the fist repeated the blow to her lower abdomen and then rose to explode into the side of her head. The punch split open her cheek and sent a splatter of blood across her face. Her wide green eyes lost their focus as the young woman slumped forward into unconsciousness. Christine was not aware of her blouse being ripped from her body or of the leather strap that imprisoned her wrists. With little effort the huge man hung the girl from a tree limb by her wrists arranging her so that her feet dangled a foot above the ground. This configuration placed her eye to eye with her assailant and more to her displeasure, groin to groin.
While the defenseless girl dangled limply the man set about amusing himself. He pulled her head back by her long brown hair fully exposing her pink tipped breasts. Using the tip of his nine inch hunting knife the mercenary poked and jabbed at the soft globes. Christy’s body spasmed and she moaned softly each time the blade sliced into her flesh. As her consciousness returned the moans loudened to yelps of pain her body twisting with each jab. Blood dripped from each wound dribbling down the front of her chest as her green eyes re-opened and squeezed shut with each thrust of the weapon.
Seeing that his victim was again fully awake the man gave her a new reason to scream. Tracing a line down the front of her wriggling body the knife lightly sliced down between Christine’s pert breasts, over her flat stomach, jabbing at her belly button as it past by which brought a shrill shriek from the girl’s lips. As the blade reached waist band of her white and blue striped shorts it was followed by a thin trail of blood. By digging the knife deeper into the brunette’s lower belly the man shred the material of her shorts on a diagonal line that ended at her upper thigh.
Tugging at the severed clothing the attacker wrenched the slashed shorts and tattered panties off the girl’s flailing body. Christine’s eyes brimmed with tears as she screamed in terror and pain. The man now fixated on her freshly exposed groin. The knife returned to action jabbing lightly at the pink slit that was partially exposed through neatly trimmed pubic hair. A series of screams and wails followed each new knife stab. After a dozen jabs the man stepped away from his blood splattered captive to view the damage he had inflicted.
Christine’s lacerated cheek leaked claret onto her bare shoulder; both petite breasts were streaked with bloody trails that painted her upper body. Blood trickled down her inner thighs splattering sporadically to the ground beneath her dangling feet. The mercenary was pleased with his work, doubly so because his plan to capture both young women was coming to fruition. He moved back toward his prize seeming to begin again his grisly work upon her helpless form, but in actuality to bring his plan to its climax.
The numbing fear that had earlier paralyzed Lauren was subsiding as the sounds of her sister’s struggle and then screams of pain filtered through the dense foliage. Steeling herself the strawberry blonde haired girl committed herself to rescuing her sister. Lauren had to save her sister; there was no question about it! The tiny girl crept back slowing through the jungle following her sister’s cries. When the eighteen-year-old came close enough to see Christine through the undergrowth she caught a strangled cry in her own throat. Her sister was stripped to the waist and was hanging by her wrists from a tree branch. A knife wielding mad man was slashing wildly at her chest. As Lauren watched the assailant sliced his knife downward across her sister’s body.
While Christine’s screams intensified Lauren searched the ground for a weapon to use to fight off the attacker. Finding a long thick branch with a jagged pointed end the plucky girl steeled her nerves and then darted from her concealed position. Holding the branch as a spear she rushed at the back of the knife wielding man who had stepped back from Christine. Just as the attacker was beginning to move back toward the helplessly dangling brunette Lauren rushed at the man raising her weapon and aiming the sharp end of the branch at his shoulder. Before the jagged point struck its target the branch was suddenly yanked backward and out of her hands.
The man who had been abusing Christine turned now and faced the eighteen-year-old blonde. Lauren squealed and turned away intending to dash back into the jungle. Her path was blocked by the second mercenary who held the branch he had yanked from her hands, its jagged tip pointed at her belly. The pretty blonde stopped dead in her tracks for an instant overwhelmed by the trap she had fallen into.
From behind her, the knife wielding mercenary slammed the butt end of his knife into the base of her slender neck. Strawberry blonde hair swept across her eyes has her head was suddenly snapped back. The blow knocked the four-foot eleven-inch girl forward into the jagged tip of the branch, grazing her just above the waist of her bikini bottoms and scratching a wound into her hip. The one hundred pound girl was twisted to the side and continued rotating as she fell limply onto her back. Lauren was unconscious before she hit the ground.
She was not aware of the men as they kicked her tiny body over onto her belly and tied her hands behind her back. Christine cried out as she watched her little sister being beaten and overpowered. The comatose younger girl was oblivious to her sister’s wails or to the gratuitous groping her ripe body received from the mercenaries.
The men knew that Raul’s rules would not allow captives or prisoners to be raped or molested unless he authorized that activity. The two sisters were so beautiful and had generated too much lust to avoid being subjected to some form of sexual release. The men decided they would sodomize the unconscious blonde.
Christine’s sobs and cries of mercy were soon drowned out by the shrieks of pain coming from Lauren’s red lips. He bikini bottom had been pulled down her legs exposing her tight buttocks. The first mercenary lifted the limp girl by her waist with both hands and then rammed his large organ at her small anus. Three thrusting jabs of the man’s cock were needed to finally push its purple head past the girl’s anal ring. Even then the blonde girl only moaned at the intrusion. But as her consciousness returned she began to scream and shriek as the penis was forced deeper and deeper into her young body. A few dozen hammering thrusts and the mercenary’s balls were emptied. Lauren’s cries of agony faded momentarily as the men pulled his spent cock from her pummeled hole.
Her respite was short lived and her terror only begun. The second mercenary was not a tall as the first. He stood only about five foot nine but he was nearly as wide as he was tall. His two hundred and twenty pound body was heavily muscled thick with course hair making him resemble an ape. When he dropped his pants and exposed his manhood both captive’s quailed in fear. The unit was built like its owner, short and squat, short being a relative term because the penis was nearly nine inches in length. What made the cock so intimidating was its girth. The veiny shaft of flesh was a full four inches in diameter at the shaft and nearly five inches across its massive head.
The man easily lifted Lauren’s trim body and pulled her hips back to his groin. The teenager’s green eyes opened wide in fear and pain as the man began his battering assault. Her scream was continuous as the thick shaft forced itself into her small rectum. With a savage lunge the man rammed his thick penis into the tiny girl. Her pitiful squeals punctuated each of the brute’s jabs until he had buried his tool fully into her ass. His thick black pubic hair was smeared with a gush of Lauren’s blood as her anus was torn apart. As the battering continued ripping and tearing the blonde girl’s nether parts, she began to swoon as the pain and shock took their toll on her pubescent body and innocent mind.
The mercenary continued his assault without regard to the status of the comatose female until he blasted her full of his spunk with a might yell. Tossing his victim’s limp body to the ground the mercenaries surveyed the damage they had inflicted. Lauren lay on her belly, arms akimbo and legs spread wide apart. A puddle of blood pooled between her thighs as her torn anus continued to ooze claret. Christine whimpered and cried for her sister as the men cut her down from the tree limb. Her torn blouse was recovered and pulled back onto her body, knotted in the front as all of the buttons had been torn away. The men laced a rope through the belt loops of her shorts and the bloody pants were tied around her waist.
While Christine’s hands were tied behind her back young Lauren was dragged to her feet by her long hair. The knife wielding mercenary jabbed at the unconscious girl’s breast until the pain brought her back to life. The two girls were strung together by a long rope tied around each of their necks. The two bloody and sobbing girls were then marched back to the airplane crash site.
Chapter 3
Two of the girls on board the crashed DC-3 were still unaccounted for. They had escaped capture because sixteen-year-old Nicole and her fifteen-year-old friend Brandi had gone into the jungle surrounding the crash site to relieve themselves. When the attack started both youngsters were returning to the airplane still hidden from the assaulting men’s view by the thick jungle foliage. Dark brown haired Nicole stopped suddenly at the sound of screams and masculine shouts coming from the aircraft. Her azure eyes were wide open as she turned back to her tiny red-headed friend Brandi. Quickly the two girls ducked down into the jungle undergrowth. Quietly the girls crawled through the brush until they could see what was happening at the airplane. What they saw chilled them to their bones.
Marauding black men carrying rifles and lengths of rope had surrounded the crash survivors and were herding them into an encircled gathering near the side of the wrecked airplane. Nicole and Brandi hugged each other as their eyes filled with tears. They had little choice but to remain hidden. For nearly an hour the pair watched as the captives were tied, and tethered together, noosed at the neck. The two injured girls, Angela and Pamela had their broken bones crudely splinted. Four of the girl captives helped the injured women limp along as the entourage of captives was force marched back to Raul’s camp. Just as the group was about to leave a struggling Christy was carried into the group followed a minute later by a man dragging the bloody and only semi-conscious Mary by her ankles.
The departing band was trailed by the staggering and still only semi-conscious Mary whose already bloodied body was poked and prodded by bayonet jabs that forced her to keep up the pace. As Nicole and Brandi watched the departing group they talked quietly about what they should do. Quickly, as the captives disappeared from sight they decided to trail behind in the hope of perhaps helping their friends to escape somewhere down the trail. The two girls saw that three men had been left behind at the crash site. They were careful not to be seen as they moved around the perimeter of the dense jungle before slipping into the trail left behind the by captured women. They followed at a distance that kept them out of sight. Close enough to hear the sounds of crying and sobbing women that was occasionally amplified by a scream as bayonets and rifle butts sliced and slammed into a stumbling girl’s flesh.
The young followers thought they had evaded detection. The girls were dressed in light colored clothing.
Nicole wore white cut-off jeans slit at both outside seams almost to the waistband and a pale blue sleeveless blouse that exposed her eighteen-inch waist. Her red-headed friend whose curly locks swirled to below her hips wore a short faded yellow summer dress with low cut bodice and spaghetti straps. The bright colors had caught the sharp eyes of Kanga. He watched the girls as they moved from their hidden position around the crash site and then onto the trial in behind captives.
Kanga knew where the trail led so he moved through the jungle quickly finding an ambush location that was ahead of the two girls. Frightened for their friends but hopeful for a chance they could help them escape the dark haired beauty and her golden haired friend had to almost jog to keep pace. As they came to a bend in the trail Nicole, who was in the lead, saw out of the corner of her eye a huge black figure emerge from the foliage. She was able to just begin a shout of alarm when she was struck on the shoulder and knocked sideways into the thick underbrush.
The blow, a glancing swipe of Kanga’s outstretched fingers, caused no damage save the loss of balance and Nicole was back on her feet almost immediately. Kanga lurched after the fleeing sixteen-year-old girl and in three giant strides had entangled his fingers into her dark flowing hair. Tightening his grip on the soft strands the huge black man jerked the one-hundred pound girl backward pulling her onto her back. Nicole landed hard upon her shoulders. She was stunned in the fall when the back of her head struck a rock. Kanga loomed above the downed girl. One of his massive hands flattened against the brunette’s tiny waist pinning her to the jungle floor, while the other hand retrieved a length of rope from his pocket.
Brandi heard the cry of alarm and saw her dark-haired friend fall suddenly off the jungle trail. The fifteen-year-old redhead stopped short as a huge dark figure crossed the trail and grabbed at her friend. Looking around the four-foot eleven-inch ninety-six pound dynamo found a jagged rock just off the trail and determinately set about using it to attack Nicole’s assailant. With the huge black man preoccupied with capturing the sixteen-year-old Brandi advanced behind him and struck him along side his large head with, for her, a mighty swing of the jagged rock. At the same instant Brandi screamed, “Get off her Nigger, run Nicole run!”
The rock cut a gash into Kanga’s head but barely slowed the giant’s mauling of poor Nicole. Kanga captured one of the brunette’s wrists, tied it with the piece of rope and then twisted the wrist to roll the limp girl onto her stomach. Seizing the other wrist Nicole soon had both arms tied behind her back. As the young girl regained her senses she began to thrash about under the huge Negro. Kanga wrestled her wildly kicking legs together and quickly tied them that way.
As Nicole was being subdued and secured Brandi continued with her attack on Kanga. Screaming, get off her Nigger, leave her alone!”, twice more the little redhead struck at him with her sharp-edged weapon landing blows on his huge shoulders and back. The rock strikes had no effect on the giant except for the creating of scratches on his head, back and shoulders. Only after he was finished hog-tying Nicole did Kanga turn his attention to the golden-haired antagonist.
The rock had not fazed the giant but the words of this little redheaded white girl who called him Nigger triggered hatred deep within his soul. He vowed to make her pay a painful and merciless price for her arrogance.
She would receive the same fate as had his mother and sisters but the redhead’s punishment would be more painful and take a long, long time to administer. Turning toward the tiny girl the giant swung his heavy fist knocking the rock from her hand. Where his leather-hard hand struck the hand’s freckled flesh fragile bones were shattered. The rock flew as the girl yelped in pain and turned to flee.
The black man’s fist uncurled and he reach to stop the fleeing teenager. Just as had taken place with Nicole his fingers entangled in Brandi’s long curly red hair. This time Kanga did not jerk backward but instead he stood and lifted the girl up off her feet. Brandi found herself suspended in the air, her freckled legs thrashing, her head pulled forward by the hair. The pretty girl reached up and back with her uninjured hand trying to untangle her golden-orange tresses from the giant’s grip. Her beautiful face contorted in pain as Kanga used his free hand to explore her dangling body.
His rough callused hand abused her petite breasts and thighs and then lifted the short hem of her yellow dress to explore her panty- concealed groin. With a mighty tug the yellow dress was torn from her squirming body. Kanga twirled the tiny girl slowly marveling at her pale freckled body, arms and writhing legs. With one thick finger he hooked and wrenched Brandi’s panties off her waist. The fine sparse hair between her legs was the same bright orange color as the hair on her head. The pink lips of her vagina peeked out from beneath the soft golden fur. She would prove worthy of the opportunity to fight for her life while embedded upon his huge penis.
Fighting back to urge to satisfy his lustful urge immediately, Kanga settled for inflicting a bit of pain while extracting some of the little bitch’s blood. Suddenly releasing her hair Kanga dropped the girl to the ground. Brandi landed on her feet and quickly turned to flee but not before Kanga’s open palm slammed into the side of her face. The force of his blow spilt open the pale skin from hairline to chin, a purple bruise swelling on both sides of the cut almost immediately. Blood started streaming from the open wound and Brandi’s lips parted in an ear piercing wail of agony.
The black hand swept back from the opposite direction meeting the redhead full in the face as it was turned away from the first blow. The second blow split open Brandi’s parted lips and flattened her upturned nose. Her lips erupted in a gush of sprayed blood and her scream became a gurgle as her mouth and nose filled with the red liquid. Brandi dropped to her knees, her green eyes wild in pain and fear. When both of her hands were raised to the defense of her battered face Kanga stepped back and then forward driving the toe of his booted foot into her ribs. The blow was strong enough to crack three of the girl’s ribs. The snapping sound of the broken bones brought a smile to Kanga’s ugly face.
The pain of her broken ribs ended Brandi’s memory of her capture. As her shriek faded away the only sound that remained was the sound of Nicole’s sobbing at the sight of her friends beating. Brandi lay on her side with one bare leg doubled beneath her body. Her golden hair fanned out away from her blood splattered face. Kanga twisted the limp girl’s leg forcing her over onto her back. The unconscious girl’s hands were tied behind her and her ankle tied together as well. Kanga collected the torn yellow dress and stuffed it into his pack. Both girls were loosely hog tied and each was slung over his huge shoulders, one girl to a side.
Nicole moaned and groaned with each of Kanga’s steps. With his hands free he gave the brunette additional reasons to groan by exploring her body as it hung from his shoulder. The redhead whose long hair dragged along the ground made no sound on the journey to Raul’s camp. She would remain unconscious for several more hours and when she did regain consciousness she would pray that her nightmare would end.
To be continued…
Unfair Game Part 2
Several hours of slogging through the hot jungle brought the captors and their captives to Raul's compound. The girls were distraught as well as being both physically and emotionally exhausted by their terrible ordeal. Once inside the walls of the camp the black guards saw to it that each of the women was tied to stakes in the ground. Looking about uneasily the girls found themselves tethered by the wrist at the portico of a ramshackle infirmary. With little diligence or compassion the guards dragged the women, one at a time into the small building were the injured girls had their scrapes and wounds treated. Two of the women remained inside the hospital where they were tied hand and foot to bunks. Here they could be easily observed treated it need be. Brandi had a difficult time breathing once she had regained consciousness, her bloodied nose and broken ribs kept her in much distress. Lauren’s torn rectum still bled freely and she had gone into shock.
The rest of the captives were taken to another small building where they were questioned individually by Raul and his two mercenary lieutenants. It took more than four hours for Raul to complete the initial questioning. Whenever a girl refused to answer or gave obviously false information she was dragged away by the black men, and shacked to the walls of the interrogation building. After the questioning all the girls who had answered cooperatively were forced to remove their garments. The women who refused to undress were attacked by the black guards who gleefully tore the clothing off their bodies.
The naked, squirming girls were then individually explored physically before being allowed to redress. Then they were each shoved into small, four foot long by four foot wide, cages that occupied the center of the camp. The cages were just over three meters in height forcing the captives crouch down or curl themselves around the edges of the cage, stuffing the girls into a bothersome stance.
The uncooperative captives numbered eleven. They were cruelly chained to the walls of the round interrogation building. Looking around the women found themselves in a building that had a dirt floor. The dirt was in some areas was very dark red and those areas appeared shiny in color and texture. Two heavy wooden tables were at the building’s center. Leather straps and lengths of chain were attached to the corners of each table. A cabinet near the entry way contained an assortment of torture instruments which included leather and metal tipped whips, riding crops, an assortment of spiked and studded prods, many types of knife, several pair of pliers, a garrote and an ice pick to name a few.
The young girls were chained by each wrist to sturdy iron hooks embedded high on the wall. When the black men chained them in place they amused themselves shredding the helpless women’s clothing exposing naked young bodies to the lusting and leering eyes of the brutal men. The young women writhed and squealed as the black men poked and prodded the fine selection of soft pink flesh. The men grinned in anticipation of the interrogation that was soon to begin. A painful and bloody experience lay just ahead for the imprisoned girls.
Raul decided to wait until the morning to begin the interrogation leaving the dangling women to await their fate. He fell asleep to the sounds of sobbing women punctuated occasionally by a cry of pain as a roving guard poked his bayoneted rifle into one of the caged beauties. By morning the eleven shackled women had sagged forward in exhaustion. The taller girls were on their knees while shorter girls hung at odd angles in some form of fitful sleep.
They were rudely awakened by two black men who sprayed their naked bodies with a blast of fetid water. The water was used to wash down the interior of the interrogation building hosing away urine, feces and blood stains from the walls and floor. The shocked-awake girls were left, wet and dangling, to dry while Raul and his men ate a hearty breakfast. An hour later the dry girls were confronted by Raul, the two white mercenaries, and four black men.
The early rising sun made promise of another hot day. Already the temperature inside the interrogation building exceeded eighty degrees. Raul and his men would see to it that these helpless women would be severely punished for not answering questions put to them the day before. They would answer those questions today and they would do much, much more than just answer questions…
The eleven unfortunates were thirty-four year old Pilot Christy Johansen, twenty-three year old Co-Pilot Dina Sweeten, thirty-one year old Stewardess Carol Young, and passengers twenty-eight year old Susan Leblanc, her sister twenty year old sister Michelle Leblanc, twenty-four year old Tracy Tompkins, three blonde and blue eyed sisters twenty-five year old Kelly Hawkins, and twenty-three year old Dawn Hawkins, and eighteen year old Lisa Hawkins, two more blonde sisters nineteen year old Melissa Ferguson and seventeen year old Crystal Ferguson.
The mercenaries and black men took great pleasure poking and prodding, squeezing and pinching the assemblage of naked girl flesh displayed before them. The unwanted attention brought squeals and cries of pain from the fondled women. As the girls were approached by the lecherous men they would lash out at the assailants with their unfettered legs trying to keep the men at bay. This tactic only slowed the appraisals as men teamed up to secure a pair of thrashing legs before another man would move in to explore the defenseless girl. Raul allowed his men free reign until all of the women had been subjected to the merciless ritual. The girls were then told they had made a serious mistake the night before by not answering questions. They were to be punished for that indiscretion and then they would be interrogated again. The consequences of not answering a second time would be life threatening to any women found to be withholding information.
Raul then introduced the two mercenaries and the four blacks to the prisoners. The two white were to administer punishment and assist the black men as needed, the black were there to receive a reward for services deemed above the call of duty. The girls were the reward. Each black man would select one of the captives and he could do with her and to her as he pleased. To a murmur of discontent from the men and whimpers of despair from the women Raul selected the first of the black men to be rewarded.
Dina is chosen
The selected man stood six foot one inch and weighed two hundred-twenty pounds. He moved about the room occasionally reaching out to touch or grab a constrained body. He circled the room twice before stopping in front of young Dina Sweeten. When Raul nodded his approval the black and two mercenaries moved in on the five-foot seven-inch, one-hundred-fifteen pound brown-haired beauty. The twenty-three year old lashed out with he long slender legs as the men closed in tight around her naked body. Her blue eyes wide with fear, filled with tears and her cries of anguish started the other girls calling out for mercy for their comrade.
When her thrashing legs were captured and held by two of the assailants her wrists were unshackled from the wall. The frenetically squirming and squealing woman was wrestled away from the wall. One mercenary moved behind the struggling captive encircling her naked body in his arms. One arm wrapped around the brunette’s chest, his rough hand grabbing tightly to one ample breast. The man’s other arm wrapped tightly around Dina’s neck chocking off her air supply. Shoulder length brown hair swung about wildly as the long legged beauty fought to escape the grasp of the three powerful men.
Her blue eyes leaked huge tears as the men carried her to the middle of the room. Dina was carried to one of the tables at the room’s center. Leather straps tied each of her ankles to two of the heavy table’s legs. The grip around her slender neck made her struggles began to weaken as she succumbed to the loss of air in her lungs. Her hands and fingers that had clawed at the arm tight around her neck soon fell away twitching and flailing at nothing in particular. The brunette’s body went limp as she faded into semi-consciousness. Dina was bent backward onto the top to the table. Each arm was pulled above her head and her wrists tied to the corners of the table top.
The battered girl was close to full unconsciousness when the mercenary’s arm was pulled away from her neck. A bluish bruise across her collar bone and claret-leaking fingernail gouges along one side of her mauled breast paid visual testament to her brutal treatment. Dina’s body arched backward, the edge of the table top wedged tightly into her round buttocks, exposing her thickly haired vagina to her assailants. The tethered girl gulped in huge quantities of air as her senses started to return. With her shoulders pulled back flat against the table and her back severely arched the girl was in acute distress. Her gasps of incoming air were followed by moans and wails of pain and discomfort.
The two mercenaries stepped away from the helpless girl leaving her to the exploitation of the black guard. He began pinching her upturned breasts with one hand and poking the calloused fingers of his other hand into her vaginal slit. Dina’s moans turned to screams and shrieks as the man enthusiastically explored her soft body. Three fingers of the man’s hand were jammed deep into Dina’s vagina. While the other hand clawed mercilessly on her naked breasts. The powerful man sawed his fingers in and out of the gorgeous brunette’s vagina twisting his hand about with each inward thrust.
While his fingers ripped apart the one hundred-fifteen pound girl her calves beat against the table legs to which she was tied. Her screams of pain intensified with each thrust of the black man’s fingers. Dina’s brown hair spread from each side of her head as her face twisted from side to side. The guards clawing fingernails drew blood as they continued to rip and tear at the twin mounds of soft flesh. Streaks of red ran down her ribs and pooled between the jutting orbs before the claret stream snaked down over her flat stomach. After several minutes the black man was able to pry the tight vagina opening wider apart. He worked four of his thick fingers into her squirming body then pulled his hand away from her bloodied breasts to expose his large hard penis.
He centered his weapon between the girl’s thighs and used both thumbs to open the battered slit. With a savage thrust he impaled the screaming young woman driving his ten inch penis nearly to its hilt. The pain of the intrusion into her slender body was so great that the blue eyed captive stopped breathing. Her piercing scream died away into a shock caused silence. The girls pretty blue eyes stared straight ahead seeing nothing but the red flash of pain. Her mouth was wide open, her white teeth exposed to the gums but she made no sound.
The man drew back from the girl and then drove himself into her again and again and again… The black man grabbed handfuls of her long brown hair to gain extra leverage then rammed his weapon even harder into the helpless girl. Dina’s neck was snapped and her head yanked forward with each brutal plunge. The brutalized girl’s wide blue eyes sprayed her ravaged breasts with copious tears. The violent rapist manhandled her body repeatedly hammering his huge penis into her twenty-three year old body. Many more horrible minutes passed before the rapist satisfied his lust. Pulling his spent weapon out of the battered girl he finally released her hair allowing Dina’s head to snap back falling to the table top with a vicious thud.
The knock stunned her back to reality. She felt the terrible pain between her thighs remain even as the man pulled out of her bruised vagina. Her labored breathing returned as she choked and sobbed in anguish and despair. A trail of pink colored sperm and blood oozed from between her thighs splattering the dirt floor near her feet.
Carol and Christy are targeted
Raul nodded to the second black man. He was a much larger than the man who had raped Dina. He stood six foot three inches and weighed more than two hundred-fifty pounds. Following the same procedure the earlier rapist had used the large black guard circled the room testing various girls with his calloused hands until he came to stop in front of nineteen-year-old Stewardess Carol Young. With a nod of approval from Raul the two mercenaries moved in to help with the mauling of the young redheaded girl. Carol’s beautiful face contorted into a mask of fear. The five foot six inch one hundred-twenty pound girl yelled at her attackers to leave her alone.
As they had done with Dina, when the girls freckled legs kicked out at them the black man captured her ankles while one mercenary wrapped his arms around her flailing thighs. The second mercenary unshackled the girl’s wrists from the wall and tied them together behind her back. The three men carried the twisting and thrashing teenager to the center of the room. Her cries for mercy fell upon deaf ears.
Pilot Christy Johansen could stand the brutality no longer. “Let her go”, she yelled at Raul. “I will tell you what you want to know, just please leave us alone,” she cried. The men wrestling Carol to the middle of the room stopped where two rings, about eighteen inches apart, were imbedded into the floor. One mercenary held the writhing nineteen-year-old by her red pony tail while the other men tied her ankles to the rings. Raul watched the tethering of the redheaded beauty and then went to confront Christy.
“Please, please don’t do this”, pleaded the blonde airline captain. “I will answer any question you ask. I am Christy Johansen, I’m thirty-four, and I am the pilot of the aircraft that crashed. Dina Sweeten is my co-pilot, I think she is twenty-three or twenty-four and Carol Young is a stewardess with our airline. How old are you Carol? Tell them what they want to know, it’s okay” “So you think its okay to talk now”, said Raul menacingly. “I see it bothers you to see your friends being punished. Let’s arrange you so you won’t have to watch.”
Raul motioned for the mercenaries to assist him. As they approached Christy she pleaded with them to stop assaulting the helpless women. All three men laughed as they grabbed for the writhing blonde, blocking her kicks with their powerful arms. Quickly the five foot five inch one-hundred-eighteen-pound woman was captured, unshackled, and then re-shackled so that she faced the wall. When Christy continued to plead for mercy Raul silenced her by grabbing one leg at the calf and pulling her body away from the wall. When the hapless blonde had been pulled several feet from the wall, suspended by her wrists Raul released her leg and she slammed, chest first, back into the side of the building.
Watery green eyes showed the pain of the blow as Christy hit the wall breasts first. After a truncated yelp of pain the partially stunned blonde fell silent as blood dripped from lacerations to her breasts and belly. “Now you will not have to watch the punishment of your friend Miss Johansen”, said Raul as he began to fondle her smooth round buttocks. “I think I have found a suitable target for you punishment as well,” growled Raul as he worked his large hand between her thighs and then up to probe her light brown vaginal pelt. The blonde twisted her body to the side trying to escape Raul’s probing hand.
Her moans of discomfort were replicated by Carol as the black man poked and prodded her tethered body. Raul motioned for the two white mercenaries to replace him attending to Christy’s punishment. Each man detached the twenty-four inch assault baton he carried on his belt. These hardwood batons were one and one-half inches in diameter with a five inch long cross shaft that was six inches from one end of the baton. One end of the cross shaft bulged with a two inch wide rounded ball. When the mercenaries were in position at both sides of the one-hundred-eighteen pound blonde and the black man poised beside the ankle-tethered redhead, Raul nodded for the brutality to begin.
The screams of pain from the unfortunate women were deafening. Even the cracking sound made by the batons as they struck Christy’s buttocks and upper thighs could not be heard over the pitiful shrieks of anguish. Christy’s buttocks and the back of her thighs were soon cross-crossed with a labyrinth of multi-colored wheals. At the same instant Christy’s beating began the huge black man next to Carol had looped his hand behind her head and grabbed a tight grip on her red pony-tailed hair. His other hand closed on her round buttocks causing her to arch forward at the hips to avoid his probing fingers. With a sudden powerful jerk of one massive leg the black drove his knee into the auburn haired vee between the one hundred-twenty pound girl’s thighs
The force of the blow would have driven her across the room except that her ankles were anchored to the floor. Her shriek of pain rose in volume as she shot up into the air until neither the girl nor her timbre could climb any higher. Using the red pony tail as a handle the man pulled the crying girl forward so that she was forced to bend at the waist. Unleashing a second, even more powerful blow, the black drove his knee up into the nineteen year old girl’s abdomen. As the knee penetrated into her soft belly, Carol’s breath was knocked from her lungs. Her shriek gave way to a sudden gasp that quickly faded away to a faint moan.
The redhead’s gorgeous face took on a look of surprise as green eyes opened wide then quickly filled with tears as the pain of the blows to her lower body reached her brain. The sudden loss of breath and the extreme pain caused Carol’s freckled knees to buckle. Holding firm to the red pony with one hand the huge black man drove the thumb of his other hand sharply between the teenager’s pink outer labium. As the coarse digit penetrated deep into the girl, the thumb’s nail ripped into her vagina’s soft inner lining. This new pain was more extreme than the earlier blows. The newly suffered pain and the upward force of the penetrating thumb straightened Carol’s wobbling knees as the youngster was again lifted off the ground. Her tethered ankles kept her from being thrown across the room.
The impaled girl’s mouth was wide open but her oxygen deprived lungs kept her from making any sound of protest or agony. The black held the wildly twisting redhead with one hand wedged between her legs and the other twisted tight around her long hair. His fat thumb was fully embedded in the hapless girl and he wriggled it around inside her tight slit scraping gouges into tender pink flesh. With her hands tied behind her back she arched her back trying to pull herself away from the pain between her legs and began to regain her breath. Slowly and softly at first and then more rapidly and loudly came squeals and heart wrenching cries of pain that gushed from between her luscious lips.
Dark red blood splattered the black man’s hand as he withdrew his thumb from the screaming redhead leaving behind thin streaks of crimson that trailed down the
freckled girl’s inner thighs. The guard’s bloodied free hand exposed his large and fully inflated penis and began pushing it between the teen’s thighs. The man succeeded in forcing its tip into the bleeding slit, lowering his body by bending his knees. With his penis head centered within the girl the man placed both of his hands atop her trembling shoulders. With a powerful upward thrust the rapist straightened his knees and forced his huge member deep into the helpless victim.
The first thrust forced the large penis well past the girl’s thumbnail damaged inner vaginal walls. The second thrust nearly reached full penetration. On the third powerful shove into the wildly shrieking redhead the large penis penetrated its full length and the black mans pelvis smashed into the soft freckled pelvis with a brutally painful collision. The dual pain of the penis intrusion and bruised labia brought Carol’s cries of pain to a new peak.
Her head was thrown back, wide open green eyes filled with tears, and a final intense yelp of pain escaped her beautiful lips before she fainted and her screams faded away. The red pony tail danced across her naked back as the black kept hammering his manhood into the unconscious girl. With each upward thrust her tiny feet were lifted off the floor, pulled to the end of their tether and abraded by the coarse rope that tied them to the floor. As each lunge reached its high point a moan or faint yelp escaped the upturned mouth and the tear streaked green eyes fluttered. After a three full minutes of pummeling the young girl, the rapist reached his climax.
The man used one hand to hold the nineteen-year-old by her pony tail to keep her standing while he pulled is deflating penis from her battered body. Carol’s freckled inner thighs were smeared with a pink mixture of blood and sperm that dripped to the floor between her bound feet. When she was released from his grip Carol slowly sank to her knees and then fell backward onto her back. The raped girl’s battered vagina sagged open and continued to ooze its pink spunk as Carol’s head struck the floor and turned to one side. The ravaged girl made no more noise as she lay slumped on the floor.
Christy’s screams were unrelenting as the mercenaries continued to whip and beat her round ass cheeks and thighs. The first blows had raised dark blue and vivid scarlet inflammations on the blonde woman’s posterior. As more and more of the baton strikes affected a localized area the intersections of the criss-crossing weals began to tear open, leaking thin lines of blood onto Christy’s wildly thrashing thighs. With each cudgel strike the thirty-four-year old blonde cried out in pain. She twisted her head away from the wall and pleaded with her attackers to stop.
Her appeals were ignored as the mercenaries began striking the writhing green eyed beauty higher and higher up her naked back. Another dozen blows and the men were blasting their weapons into her bloodied shoulders and upper back. Christy’s plump breasts were being mutilated by the rough walls of the building as her body twisted and thrashed about with each of the merciless truncheon blows. By this time the sounds of pain from both Dina and Carol had faded and a queue of black guards were hammering away at their unconscious forms. Only the sharp cries from Christy’s lips as each baton struck her bruised and bloodied back could be heard in the room.
Even those cries were growing softer as Christy faded towards unconsciousness herself. Her tear filled green eyes fluttered as the pain of the brutal attack seemed to fade. One of the mercenaries had stopped beating the girl. He grabbed the blood stained end of his baton and began working its “T” crossed handle between her limply twitching thighs. Placing the two-inch thick handle knob at the entrance to Christy’s curly brown haired vagina the mercenary forced the five inch long handle into her body with a sudden savage thrust. The action caused Christy to return instantly to full consciousness.
Her green eyes and red lips flew open and a sharp shriek of pain echoed across the room as the baton handle was pushed entirely into the blonde victim. Christy’s painful cries continued as the mercenary used the vagina embedded baton to pull her body away from the wall. The batons two inch knob pressed tightly against the walls of her vagina tugging and abrading the tender flesh apart from within. The stricken woman groaned in anguish as her body was pulled at the waist more than two feet away from the wall. Christy’s tear filled eyes only then saw that the second mercenary was preparing to assault the now exposed front of her naked body.
She cringed as she watched the second mercenary as her brought his baton up to between her body and the wall. With a sudden snap of his wrist the mercenary smacked the baton into her flat belly. Christy let out a yip in pain but soon discovered that any movement she made caused her great discomfort between her legs. She tried to remain as still as possible as the baton smacked repeatedly into her belly and abdomen. Only feeble yips and slight twitching contortions accompanied each baton strike causing the mercenary to change his method of attack.
The man moved his blood smeared assault baton down near the suspended blonde’s knees and then with a violent upward blow he slammed it into the underside of her lacerated breasts. The blow caused poor Christy severe pain. She reacted snapping her head back sending her blonde hair flying as she attested to the sadism with a lingering anguished scream. Not waiting for the scream to fade the mercenary repeated his action driving his baton again into the girl’s battered breasts. Christy stopped her scream only long enough to refill her lungs when her assailant started his third upward stroke aimed at the newly bloodied globes. Seeing the blow coming the green eyed girl twisted her body to the side to avoid the baton.
The trajectory of the weapon carried it into the tip of one breast tearing tender nipple flesh apart as it punched passed and then continued upward before slamming into the blonde’s neck and cheek. The tip of the cudgel came to rest just below Christy’s temple. Where the baton struck the thirty-four-year-old in the face a bruise began to swell and purple. The scream she had interrupted to re-fill her lungs did not re-start. The only sound she made was a gasp of air gushing past her opened lips.
When Christy’s battered head slumped forward her blonde hair was streaked with crimson leaking from her wounds. The unconscious blonde felt no pain as the mercenary behind her wrenched the truncheon handle from between her limp thighs. The one hundred-eighteen pound woman slammed back into the wall. Her head fell backward away from the wall, her long blonde hair, streaked with blood, hung far down her back.
Except for some soft sobbing, all was quiet in the interrogation building. The eight, as yet, un-touched girls hung against the walls in various degrees of shock. Raul motioned toward the door and six guards appeared. At Raul’s command these men untied the unconscious women and carried them from the room. The injured women were taken to the infirmary were their wounds were treated. Once they regained consciousness they were permitted to re-dress in their torn Airline uniforms. Without further regard to the battered women’s physical condition or psyche Raul’s black guards dragged them out of the small hospital and threw them into individual bamboo slatted cages at the center of the compound.
To be continued;
Unfair Game Part 3
The Hawkins sisters endure the consequences…
Raul was less than satisfied with the results of the questioning and punishment inflicted upon the first of young women chosen by the guards. The helpless women’s brutalization began again when Raul nodded for another captive to be selected by one of the black guards. The chosen man slowly circled the room poking and prodding the rebelliously squealing girls until he stopped in front of the twenty-five year old, blue eyed beauty Kelly Hawkins. His choice was blonde haired, five-foot three, she weighed one hundred-fifteen pounds which was deliciously packed into a gorgeous body. It was her shapely body that attracted the black guard to the ill-fated young woman.
During their initial interrogation Kelly had persuaded her two younger sisters to not answer Raul’s questions. Her unwillingness to talk earned all three of the blonde sisters a selection to be suspended from the walls of the interrogation building. When the black guard and both white mercenaries closed in around Kelly her two sisters began shouting for the men to leave their sister alone. At Raul’s direction the two mercenaries moved away from Kelly and went to confront each of the hollering sisters. This left the black guard alone to unshackle Kelly and then reposition her away from the wall.
The black was a powerfully built man who while only five-foot eleven weighed two-hundred-twenty pounds. He was unable to avoid all of her kicks as the twenty-five year old lashed out at him with her shapely legs and pretty feet. Using one hand and twisting his body allowed the guard to deflect the girl’s strikes that did hit him so they did not deter from his task of unfastening the blonde from the wall. When Kelly’s arms were free of their shackles the panic-stricken girl attacked the black man with her fists and fingernails as well as her legs and feet.
The black guard allowed the blue eyed girl to kick and scratch at him until she landed a blow from her knee that punched into his unprotected groin. The kick partially connected with his testicles sending the black guard reeling in pain and self protection. As he flinched away from the woman the guard reached out and captured the offending knee in one of his huge hands. The black man lifted the girl’s leg high into the air throwing Kelly off balance. As she tipped to one side she reached for his shoulder to regain her balance only to have the man grab her wrist. In an instant the guard was holding the blonde girl by both her upper and lower appendages. Twisting his large body to one side the guard began to swing the tottering girl about in a circle. Kelly hopped along on her free leg to keep from being thrown to the floor.
Circling the struggling girl the black guard maneuvered the one-hundred-fifteen pound girl to the middle of the room. When he had her close to a heavy wooden table he released her knee. Quickly while still holding tight to Kelly’s wrist he pulled his victim towards him while circling his free arm around her slender waist. The blonde’s cry of alarm at being lifted onto the shoulder of the muscular guard was short circuited when the man slammed her backward onto the table top.
Kelly landed on her shoulders and the back of her head with such force that she was instantly stunned. As she lay limp on the table the guard tied each of her wrists to a corner table leg. She regained consciousness slowly. As she awoke she found her body being groped by the huge calloused hands of the black guard. Kelly was unable to defend herself against the pinching and twisting fingers that were molesting her perfectly shaped breasts and defiling her soft blonde haired vagina. Kelly’s legs kicked and thrashed in the air as her moans of discomfort soon became cries of pain as thick fingers invaded her defenseless body.
When Kelly’s sisters began yelling for the release of their sister they were confronted by the mercenaries. Twenty-three year old Dawn was at five foot four, an inch taller than her older sister. She had the same colored blonde hair and blue eyes as her sister. She was a bit leaner, weighing five pounds less than her shorter sister, one-hundred ten pounds. Where Kelly’s body was perfectly proportioned Dawn had slightly smaller breasts with narrower hips and long slender legs. She was so transfixed on the abuse her older sister was suffering that she did not see the mercenary when he first approached her.
The large man struck out at the blonde girl with an open hand that collided with the side of her beautiful face. Dawn’s head spun away from the blow as her blonde hair swept across her face. Blinded by the hair Dawn did not see the hand as it returned to the other side of her face in a backhanded smash. Once again long blonde hair streamed out from the stricken girl as her head swung away from the second blow. Dawns blue eyes blinded by her blonde hair now filled with tears of pain, and her shouts for her sister’s welfare were replaced with yelps of pain.
A tear streamed down her cheek as the one hundred-ten pound girl finally was able to focus them upon her assailant. The huge man slapped at the blonde’s face again, this time splitting open a gash on her lower lip. Another backhanded blow followed thudding into one beautiful blue eye and the bridge of her lightly freckled nose. Dawn’s yelps of pain became a steady cry as blood poured from her split lip. The strike to her eye started to swell and discolor and a cut on the bridge of her nose sprayed blood into her unscathed eye. The five foot four inch beauty shook her head to clear her vision as the mercenary lowered his attack.
Balling his fist the man threw punches into dawn’s breasts, ribs, belly, abdomen, and lastly an upward jab into her blonde fringed groin. The gorgeous blonde cried out in pain as each blow landed until the blow to her abdomen knocked the wind from her lungs. Her blood speckled blue eyes were wide with pain and fear as they watched the mercenary prepare the punch aimed between her thighs. With no air in her lungs she could not plead for mercy. The only sound she made was the brutal sound of her soft flesh being assaulted as the man’s powerful fist smashed into her Venus mound.
The helpless girl’s thighs flew apart upon impact and then crashed back together as the pain of the blow overcame her ability to remain conscious and she blacked out. The mercenary stepped back away form his victim to assess the damage he had inflicted. Blood dripped from Dawns battered face which slumped forward sending her long blonde hair down across her bruised breasts and ribs to just above her swollen and purpling groin. The final punch lacerated to her fragile femininity causing a thin line of blood to trickle down between her purpled inner thighs.
Kelly’s youngest sister Lisa did see her attacker approach and she knew what to expect when she saw the first blows landed upon Dawn’s face. But there was nothing the small eighteen year old blonde could do to protect herself. Lisa was almost the exact twin of her older sister Kelly, but on a smaller scale. The blue eyed blonde stood only five feet tall and weighed a mere ninety-five pounds. The tiny girl could, by pointing her toes down barely touch the floor as she hung suspended by her wrists. Her long blonde hair unfurled from two pony tails at each side of her head. The soft delicate hair cloaked her shoulders and petite breasts with curling wispy ends brushing against her tiny waist.
When Kelly was attacked Lisa cried out for her sister’s protection. When she saw Dawn struck, she again called for the mercenary to leave her sister alone. Her blue eyes widened as she saw the second mercenary move threateningly towards her. She pushed her toes down to gain some leverage from contact with the floor and slightly spread her feet apart, ready to twist herself away from the anticipated attack.
Standing immediately in front of Lisa the mercenary eyed the small blonde, noting her posture. He faked a swipe at her face with his open hand. When the five foot beauty twisted her head away from the slap and momentarily closed her eyes the mercenary jabbed two of his fat fingers into her dry vagina. The fingers plunged almost three inches into the tiny slit snapping open the girl’s eyes in surprise and pain. Lisa’s red lips opened wide and her shriek sent chills down the spines of the other girls in the room.
The ninety-five pound blonde remained impaled upon the mercenary’s fingers as her lags thrashed about wildly while trying to escape the pain at their juncture. Entangling his free hand in the twin pony tails the mercenary tugged downward pulling the small blonde head forward. When the man had pulled her chin down tight to her budding chest he suddenly threw his hair entangled fist up into Lisa’s pretty face. The back of the mercenaries hand struck Lisa square on the nose sending her head up and then back into the wall. Her blue eyes showed her dazed state as both nostrils gushed blood down over her lips and chin then trailed on down between her perky breasts. Her screams of pain were gargled as fresh blood poured back into her open mouth.
To keep the petite teen from losing consciousness the mercenary punched his fingers upward and twisted them deeper inside the helpless girl. This renewed attack brought forth strangled cries for pain that spewed a mist of crimson from Lisa’s blood filled mouth. The mercenary waited until the small girl regained her senses. She moaned pitifully when she saw that the man was about to renew his attack on her defenseless body. He jerked his fingers free from her wounded vagina which oozed a stain of blood in his wake. Using the bloodied fingers of both of his hands he gouged viciously into Lisa’s orange sized breasts. He ripped at the tender orbs as if to tear them off her chest. The eighteen year old resumed her shrieking wail of pain as her bruised breasts were twisted violently forcing her body around so that brutalized girl faced the wall.
Moving in close to the struggling girl, her arms twisted and crossed above her head, the mercenary pinned the tiny body. He released one black-and-blue breast and used the free hand to expose his fully erect penis. Then using both of his hands to grab Lisa’s slender hips he aimed the purple tip of his massive cock at her diminutive puckered rectum. Looking back over her shoulder Lisa pleaded with the man to stop his assault. He paid no heed to her entreaties as he shoved his hips forward with malevolent force impaling her ass on the first four inches of his thick shaft.
Lisa’s blonde hair whipped the large man across his face as her head snapped back and her blood curdling scream echoed across the building. Her cries of pain incited the man even more as he rammed his penis viciously into her pierced anal cavity pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. The ninety-five pound girl continued to scream in agony as lunge after lunge edged the huge cock farther into her wounded bottom. When, after more than a dozen jabs succeeded in burying the nine inch penis to its hilt, the tiny girls screams died away and she lost consciousness. As the man continued to bugger the girl the only sign of awareness from the blue eyed beauty was the fluttering of her eye lids and a faint moan of pain that accompanied each thrust.
When he was finished with the girl, his lust fulfilled, and pulled out of her battered body, she spun back toward the center of the room as her arms uncrossed. The unconscious girl’s head hung backward, blood dripped from her chin leaving streaks of crimson across her bruised chest. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back reaching nearly to her blood smeared buttocks which were painting her inner thighs red. Neither Lisa nor her sister Dawn was awake to witness the rape of their older sister Kelly.
The stunned twenty-five year old blonde tried valiantly to tightly squeeze closed her thighs struggling desperately to prevent the guard’s massive calloused fingers from invading her quim. With a savage grunt the black rapist pried the soft flesh apart forcing one hand between her slender legs. He stopped mauling Kelly’s jutting breasts with the other hand long enough to ball his fist and send it smashing into the girl’s soft curving hip. His knuckles slammed into Kelly’s upper thigh at the juncture of her lower abdomen. Several purple bruises at the point of impact outlined the damage caused by the huge fist. The stinging pain of the blow reflexed the shapely leg outward.
A cry of pain emanated from Kelly’s lips as the fist drove deep into her supple body. The cry became even more high-pitched when several rough fingers penetrated her instantaneously exposed blonde fringed vagina. Using all her strength Kelly tried to close her beautiful legs around the invading fingers. The black man used his powerful ferocity to attack from the within the struggling girl. He dug his fingernails into the tender inner walls of her womanhood bringing forth an anguished shuddering wail of pain from the tortured beauty. Kelly’s pale blue eyes leaked streams of tears down both soft cheeks as she arched her body upward trying to pull herself away from the pain between her legs.
The black guard followed her every move with his hand pushing deeper and deeper into the thrashing blonde. Kelly’s wildly kicking legs drummed the table top as the flesh tearing fingers continued their grizzly work. The sounds coming from her wide open mouth were those of a trapped animal, pitiful mewing interspersed with deafening shrieks and choked sobs of anguish. The guard climbed atop the table, his thick penis in hand. Centering himself between the girl’s twitching thighs he prepared to plunge his penis into the one-hundred-fifteen pound prey.
Ripping his bloodstained fingers out of the young woman caused her react to the pain by a renewed arching and twisting of her body trying to escape her fate. The guard lifted one of his powerful knees and drove it into Kelly’s inner thigh pinning her to the table top. The blonde beauty screamed in pain when the black man slammed his other knee into her unfettered thigh and followed immediately by ramming his relentless penis into her bloodied slit. As the man thrust into the stricken girl he threw his entire weight behind the brutal assault.
The black assailant took handfuls of Kelly’s long blonde hair in each hand tugging viciously on the soft strands. The blonde girl’s head snapped to and fro with such violence that her slender neck snapped and popped in response. Gradually the battered girl lost consciousness. She was not aware of the final savage thrusts that tore apart her tender vagina. When the black finally filled her womb with his acidic cum and pulled his deflating shaft from her body he left behind a pool of blood and spunk that splattered the limp girl’s thighs and pooled between her legs.
Kelly lay still, her face turned to one side covered by twisted strands of her yellow hair. The three blonde sisters were carried to the infirmary by the same guard who had attended to Christy, Dina and Carol. The sisters had their wounds treated, were clothed in the garments they wore at capture and then were individually thrown into small bamboo cages at the center of the camp.
The Ferguson sisters are battered…
Raul was growing restless. Only two prisoners remained to be punished before he would be free to wreak his vengeance upon the daughters of his intensely corrupt enemy and their pretty partner in thievery. He nodded to the two mercenaries to go to work on the two remaining women. He sat back to watch as he men prepared to torment the helpless girls all the while planning his own degradation of the captured thieves. The mercenaries avoided the lashing legs of the two remaining captives as they unshackled them from the wall of the interrogation building. The struggling girls were carried to the center of the room where they were again chained at the wrist and hung back to back from hooks in the ceiling.
Nineteen year old Melissa Ferguson was five foot six and weighed one hundred eighteen pounds. She had shoulder length blonde hair and very dark blue, almost indigo, eyes. Her seventeen year old sister Crystal was three inches shorter and ten pounds lighter. Her hair was a shade darker blonde than that of her sister which she wore in a long pony tail that hung far down her back to beyond her waist. Her eyes were the same shade of dark blue as her sister. Both girls cried out to one another and begged for compassion from their captors.
Neither mercenary concerned himself with the woman’s pleas as they roughly wrestled the blonde sisters onto the hooks leaving them dangling in the air. The young women hung buttocks to buttocks, their shoulder blades just touching each other. Huge calloused hands roamed over their writhing bodies inflicting pain as fingernails scratched soft girl flesh. Melissa’s large firm breasts became favorite targets for exploration and were her sisters smoothly rounded buttocks. Both girls cried out in protest and pain as the merciless abusers continued their vile pleasures.
As the girls’ desperately flitting blue eyes filled with tears the mercenaries bruised and scratched their naked bodies until rivulets of blood began to appear. The men stopped to admire their work and the girls screams subsided to helpless sobs. For a moment the sister had a reprieve while the mercenaries retrieved weapons from a close-by rack. One mercenary selected two foot long octagonal shaped stiff leather crop. The weapon consisted of a flexible steel rod core that was braid wrapped with leather. The result created a truncheon that was more than two inches in diameter and flexed no more than three inches at it length. The second man selected a six inch long ice pick with a five inch wooden handle that had a nearly three inch knob at its end. The tip of the pick was honed to a razor sharp point.
When the sisters saw these instruments of torture they renewed their cries of anguish and pleas of mercy. No heed was taken of their appeal and the two powerful men advanced upon the helpless teens. The ice pick wielding man took up a station in front of nineteen year old Melissa. Her one hundred eighteen pound body trembled as he brought to point of the pick before her frightened blue eyes. Her red lips parted and she squealed in pain as the ice pick nicked her soft cheek drawing a drop of blood. Her yelps continued as the pick was jabbed into her chin, neck and shoulder drawing a drop of blood at each stop. The ice pick came to rest against the curved side of Melissa’s fulsome breast. The point of the pick scratched a jagged red line across the smooth orb stopping just below the quavering blonde’s jutting nipple. Crimson streaks leaked from the jagged line dripping blood down one side of her body.
While holding the ice pick against Melissa’s breast the mercenary nodded to the other man who had positioned himself in front of seventeen year old Crystal. The second mercenary had been using his leather crop to trace the contours of the one-hundred-eight pound girl’s body starting with her slender thighs. As the young blonde hung transfixed upon the crop the mercenary slid the leather rod up her leg, over her groin, and then followed the girl’s flat tummy up over her exposed ribs to the underside of two nicely forming breasts. Crystal shook like a leaf in the wind as the crop pursued its course up her body. The young blonde’s lips parted to emit a faint wail while her dark blue eyes pleaded for mercy.
At the nod from his cohort the crop wielding mercenary suddenly pulled the weapon away from the girl’s slender body and then with ferocity slammed it back down upon Crystal’s soft breast. As the crop exploded into the tender flesh Crystal threw her body back in reaction to the pain. A scream of agony jumped from between her white teeth but was quickly surpassed in volume by her sister’s shriek of anguish. When the younger sister threw her self back from the crop blow she drove Melissa’s body forward and impaled her upon the ice pick. One half of the pick’s six inch blade punctured the nineteen year old breast.
Blood spurted from the wound as the mercenary withdrew the weapon from the screaming beauty. Almost causally the man moved the ice pick to Melissa’s undamaged breast. The helpless girl’s eyes widened in terror as she watched her abuser as he nodded again to his sadistic partner. The first blow to Crystal’s breast was turning purple and her eyes were filled with tears, blurring her vision as the mercenary swung his truncheon up into the undamaged breast. As the flat of the crop exploded into the bottom and side of the soft flesh the young blonde again twisted away from the pain. An agonizing scream of pain warned Melissa that her own punishment was soon coming.
Crystals twisting body forced her older sister’s breast onto the ice pick again. This time the puncture wound was only two inches deep but the twisting blow from Crystal caused the tip of the pick to carve a jagged tear instead of a simple puncture wound.
Melissa squealed as her breast was ripped open gushing claret from the wound. The older girl’s stomach and hips were soon streaked with blood that oozed from her ravaged breasts. When the nice pick was pulled from the second wound the girl’s screams subsided. Tears flowed down her cheeks to mix with the blood splattering the front of her body.
Melissa’s sobs were punctuated by raspy gasps for breath as she watched the mercenary trace the ice pick down over her flat belly and then onto her gently curving thighs. Crystal’s cries of anguish diverted Melissa’s attention to the seventeen year old squirming at her back. The mercenary confronting Crystal had covered the young girl’s bruised breasts with both of his huge hands. Sinking his fingers deep into the pliant flesh the mercenary used the petite breasts as handles to turn the younger girl so that she faced her sisters back. The one-hundred-eight pound girl’s legs thrashed about in response the powerful probing fingers.
When Crystal was positioned behind her sister the hands fell away from the breasts as they followed the small blonde’s slender waist down to her round buttocks. The strong hands dug deeply into each buttock as they had earlier grasped her breasts. The young girl pleaded with him to stop and suddenly he did. Retrieving his leather crop with one hand the mercenary looped the fingers of his other hand into Crystal’s long pony tail. Pulling the soft blonde cascade aside he exposed the dangling girl’s shoulders and back.
Then with precision timing the mercenary began his assault with the crop. Whack, whack, whack the truncheon crashed into the screaming seventeen year old body. Starting the attack at her narrow shoulders the man worked his way down her writhing back. The crop left behind purpling marks that detailed each blow and strike. When the mercenary had administered a dozen blows he had reached the base of Crystal’s spine, just above the swell of her round buttocks. He stopped there momentarily watching the other mercenary maneuver in front of the older blonde, listening to the wails and screams that came breathlessly from both young women.
As his partner worked his crop down Crystal’s back the ice pick wielding man was inflicting small pricks and gouges into Melissa’s thighs and lower abdomen. Dozens of rivulets of blood dripped from the nineteen year old as she screamed and twisted trying to escape the ice pick’s bloody point. When the crop stopped its assault upon the younger girl the ice pick was set aside and the mercenary’s heavy wooden assault baton was brought up, its long shaft aimed at the light brown hair nestled between Melissa’s bloodied thighs. The one hundred eighteen pound blonde tried to close her thighs to the batons entry to no avail. The mercenary forced the tip of his baton into the vagina opening and was able to wedge one inch of the weapon inside the thrashing body.
Once the initial access was achieved the mercenary nodded to his partner who resumed the crop assault upon young Crystal. With powerful strokes the mercenary attacked first one round ass cheek and then the other cheek. These alternating blows were so forceful that where before the flesh had only been bruised it was now split open with each strike. Blood was soon flowing readily down Crystal’s wildly flailing legs. The young blonde’s screams echoed around the room as the man continued his battering of her blood splattered behind.
Crystal’s wails competed with Melissa’s as the younger girl’s thrusts forward were driving the assault baton deeper and deeper into the youngster’s nineteen-year-old vagina. After another dozen viciously slashed blows the young sister was beginning to lose consciousness. By that time the baton had been driven a full seven inches into the older girl’s body. Crystal’s assailant finished his attack by swinging the bloody truncheon up from between his legs into the tender flesh between his victim’s rectum and vagina. The pain caused by this strike ended the girl’s screams and pain as she blacked out.
At the same time Melissa’s attacker jerked upward and then pushed down on the end of his assault baton. Great sweeps of blonde hair swept across her face as Melissa flailed about trying to pull her body away from the penetrating shaft. The back of her head smashed into her sister face as the younger girl slumped forward. Melissa’s shrieks of pain followed each upward and downward thrust of the baton. Just as her sister’s screams faded away so to did Melissa’s shrieks fall silent as she beneficially slumped into unconsciousness. When the baton was yanked from her body her legs went into spasm and a muted wail escaped her lips but she did not regain her senses.
Both blood splattered sisters were taken down from the hooks that suspended them. Their limp bodies were dragged out of the interrogation building and to the infirmary. Their wounds were cleaned and bandaged before the semi-conscious beauties were thrown into separate cages at the center of the compound.
Raul begins his revenge…
While Raul waited for the return of the two mercenaries he amused himself by verbally and physically abusing the three remaining women. He had earlier identified pretty twenty-eight-year-old Susan Leblanc a statuesque beauty with her long slender legs, and her younger sister twenty-year-old Michelle who’s beautifully perfectly shaped body he vowed to exploit. Raul maliciously told the sisters how he would wreak his revenge upon their double-crossing father. Raul’s act of vengeance would involve the delectable sisters in an orgy of rape and torture. His deceit was manifest when he make known to the sisters that their impending rape might not be a forgone conclusion if they immediately began to talk. Raul’s words were met with silence from the young captives much to the delight of many of the compound’s guards.
The sisters were warned that the degree of torture they would suffer would be contingent upon their willingness to reveal the hiding place of the stolen diamonds. Raul intended to question the girls regarding their father’s business activities as well which would give him additional reason to torture the helpless women. Both sisters’ reviled Raul even more than they hated their father. They individually vowed never to reveal anything to Raul regardless of the consequences. Raul assured the girls that they would soon regret their reluctance to talk.
Raul knew little about the dark haired accomplice, Tracy Tompkins. He did know that twenty-four-year-old Tracy was a close friend of Susan Leblanc and he suspected that she too knew the location of the stolen diamonds. Tracy was advised she could expect the same treatment that was to befall the Leblanc sisters. Tracy was a strong willed and a fiery young woman who had always been able to take care of herself in any situation. She would soon be put to the test by men whose expertise was the breaking of a prisoner’s will, and if necessary the breaking of a prisoner’s bones and teeth.
Raul moved from woman to woman as her threatened and warned them of the consequences of not complying with his demands. He poked and prodded the soft flesh of each girl, his rough hands inflicted pain in seeking out the intimate areas of the tender bodies. Susan’s long slender thighs were captured one at a time and were subjected to finger mauling that bruised and abraded the tender smooth skin. During his painful thigh inspection the twenty-eight-year-old blonde was forced to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Even when Raul’s fingers were tugging at her light brown pubic hair curls Susan refused to lend voice to her anguish.
Moving to Tracy the white slaver avoided the dark haired beauties thrashing legs that she effectively aimed at his groin. Raul moved in close to the five-foot-five-inch girl to minimize the threat of her legs then he used his hands and calloused fingers to abuse Tracy’s breasts and buttocks. One rough hand twisted and tugged at soft breast flesh while the other hand squeezed and pinched the one-hundred-twelve pound beauty’s superb butt. Like Susan, Tracy sought to stifle any sounds of her discomfort. She was mostly successful in this endeavor. Only a sharp intake of her breath gave away her agony when Raul’s ragged fingernails drew droplets of blood as they dug into her sensitive flesh. By the time Raul was through with the dark haired girl her breasts and buttocks hemorrhaged in several places.
Raul next shifted his attention to twenty-year-old Michelle Leblanc. Susan’s younger sister was an inch shorter and five pounds lighter than her older sibling. The young girl’s blonde hair was lighter in color and much longer than Susan’s shoulder length tresses. The soft fine curls of straw-colored hair stretched down her back to brush against the uppermost curves of her buttocks. Michelle’s one-hundred-five pound body was perfectly proportioned with pert uplifted breasts, gently rounded stomach, and a tiny waist that flared into softly rounded hips and slender legs. The hair that obscured the girl’s vagina was sparse and the same light blonde color that encircled her exquisite face. Powder blue eyes were set wide apart above a petite upturned nose and a wide mouth whose full lower lip caused her to look as if she was pouting.
Raul found himself totally enthralled with the gorgeous girl. He decided to forgo his interrogation of Susan and Tracy to concentrate his efforts on the youngster. Michelle knew what to expect having witnessed the earlier assaults and the evil men’s abuse of her sister and dark haired friend. She steeled herself for the coming ordeal as Raul closed in on her.
Like the other two women had done, the twenty-year-old beauty tried to keep him at bay by lashing out with her knees and unfettered feet. The powerful man blocked her kicks with his arms and hands as he maneuvered himself to one side of the thrashing girl. As soon as he had moved in close to her Raul encircled her hips with one arm pulling her body tight against his chest. The slender girl’s legs continued to dance about but she could no longer reach Raul with either her knees or feet.
Holding the girl tightly with one arm Raul explored the blonde’s soft body with his free hand. At first the callused fingers caused only emotional suffering but as Raul’s lustful craving became more aroused his fingers sought to bring pain and injury to the ill-fated beauty. As his attack continued both soft breasts were mauled and scratched, then the long cascade of blonde hair was tugged back sharply causing the back of Michelle’s head to smash into the wall. The stunned girl’s wide blue eyes filled with tears which spilled down her cheeks before splattering below upon her abused breasts. Even in pain the twenty-year-old held back any sound by biting down upon her lower lip until her white teeth punctured the skin sending a trickle of blood dripping from her chin to blend with the tears showering her breasts.
Raul continued his exploration of the girl’s body pressing his fingers down over the soft flesh of her flat stomach leaving blood oozing abrasions in their wake. Working his hand farther down the soft body the merciless man sought to drive his fingers between her slender thighs. Michelle pulled her knees in tight together in an effort to thwart his purpose. With her attention focused upon the intruding fingers Michelle’s thrashing legs stilled. Raul took the opportunity to disengage his arm from around her waist. Before Michelle could react Raul uncoiled his arm and moved slightly away from the girl before throwing an open handed slap into the side of her head.
The blow was severe enough to make Michelle’s ears ring as her head tilted away from the blow. Raul followed immediately with a powerful back-handed smash that found his knuckles striking the blue eyed girl just below her ear and then slashing across one cheek. This punch sent her head spinning around and back as her long blonde hair followed across her face and the back of her head again struck the wall behind her. The doubly stunned girl momentarily capitulated as stars danced before her eyes.
A purpling bruise swelled the side of her beautiful face where Raul’s knuckles made contact. As the girl sagged the sadist’s rough fingers forced penetration into Michelle’s sparsely haired vagina. The pain of the intrusion caused the girl to quickly regain her composure and consciousness. She renewed her attempt to fight off Raul’s probing fingers. As the five-foot-three-inch woman twisted and turned her body Raul forced one, then two fingers into the girl. Tears flowed freely from her blue eyes and her attempt to remain silent was betrayed by tiny squeals as the powerful fingers dug deeper into her vagina. As the man sawed his fingers into the girl his other hand roamed over her soft shoulders and neck.
Then again with great suddenness the powerful man encircled the blonde girl’s slender neck with his strong fingers and began squeezing tightly quickly cutting off the girl’s air supply. The one-hundred-five pound blonde danced about wildly her neck held tightly in Raul’s merciless hand. The dance continued from more than a minute. Michelle’s eyes were wide with fright, her gorgeous body contorted in every direction trying to escape both the painful vaginal penetration and the asphyxiating compression of her neck.
When the girl’s eyes began to flutter and her gyrations subsided Raul jerked his invading fingers from her body and released his grip on her bruised neck. Michelle gulped in two quick lungsful of air before Raul stepped back and with all his strength delivered a punch that burrowed deep into her soft belly. Her diaphragm collapsed and all the air in her lungs gushed from her wide open mouth. The whooshing sound of the escaping air was the last sound made by the blonde beauty as she slumped forward into unconscious.
As the small girl hung limply, her blonde hair falling forward to her waist, Raul unshackled her from the wall and carried her to the center of the room. Michelle’s hands were tied behind her back and roped to a pulley in the ceiling. Raul hoisted the one-hundred-five pound girl up by her wrists until her toes just touched the floor. Michelle was bent over at the waist, her head hung down close to her knees. Both of her hands were pulled back and high into the air behind her dangling body. Soft blonde hair which swept down to the floor lay curled around her dainty feet. Michelle’s shoulders were close to dislocation and when she regained consciousness she would be enduring a considerable amount of pain. Raul planned to inflict much more cruelty upon the helpless girl than the pain her shoulders would provide.
The two mercenaries returned from taking Melissa and Crystal to the infirmary as Raul completed binding Michelle The three men wrestled Tracy from the wall and tied her wrists behind her back. Tracy was dragged to the center of the room and tethered to another overhead pulley alongside the unconscious blonde. The dark haired beauty was lifted by her arms until she fell forward onto her knees. Her head hung forward almost touching the dirt floor; her buttocks aimed upward swaying in the air when the men had completed her trussing. With her arms pulled back behind her the twenty-four-year-old brunette could twist her head around to see her attackers but she could not twist her body out of harms way.
With Tracy and Michelle secured the men occupied themselves with the older sister, Susan. Raul dispatched one of the mercenaries to a cabinet in the interrogation building. He returned with a large pair of slip-joint pliers. Handing the pliers to Raul the mercenary took up a position to one side of the girl. The other mercenary positioned himself to the opposite side of the one-hundred-ten pound blonde. Susan was shackled by her wrists eight inches above her head as she watched the three men in silence.
She lashed out with her feet at her assailants as they closed in around her, Raul to her front and his henchmen to either side of the thrashing beauty. Her blue eyes flashed from man to man as they continued to move closer. Then suddenly the azure eyes widened and remained focused upon the large blood-stained channel-lock pliers in Raul’s hand. The girl’s eyes followed every move the tool made as it came closer and closer to her face.
Raul’s threatening voice broke through Susan’s trance as he again demanded to know where the stolen diamonds had been hidden. Moving her eyes momentarily from the pliers to Raul’s cruel face Susan spat out her contempt for him. She watched as the spittle splattered onto the menacing man’s face and shoulders. Raul wiped his face with the arm not holding the pliers. Then in reaction to the girl’s gesture the same arm reached out and grabbed a handful of the soft blonde hair that brushed against Susan’s bare shoulder. Pushing his tress entangled hand back and then down lifted Susan’s chin yanking her blue eyes inches from Raul’s angry brown eyed glare.
The twenty-eight-year-old girl’s attempts to kick Raul as he closed in were thwarted by the two mercenaries who caught the slender legs in mid-flight and subdued their attack. Susan found herself tightly in the grasp of three angry men. Each of the mercenaries held one leg by the knee and lower thigh as they watched Raul continue his interrogation of the struggling woman. He used his grip on her hair to keep her head steady. With his other hand he brought the pliers up before her face assessing her fear by the significance of her blue eyes widening in fear. “Tell me where the diamonds are hidden,” he thundered. Susan flinched at the ferocity of his voice and the threat the pliers offered but still she refused to speak.
Raul eased his head back away from the girl’s face to give himself room to work. With a quick snap of his wrist he smacked the closed pliers into one soft cheek. The blow was sudden but without much force and only served to suggest the pliers potential for harm. A second snap of his wrist resulted in the pliers striking a trembling lower lip, jarring the even white teeth beneath the blood oozing mouth. As a trickle of blood stained her round chin Susan’s blue eyes closed tightly to seal off the tears that formed inside. “Talk now bitch or we will take our pleasure regardless of what you beg for later,” the vicious leader screamed.
Susan’s tear-filled eyes tried to focus on her sister and friend tethered in the center of the room. She saw Michelle’s battered body hanging limply, still unconscious. Tracy’s head was turned to look back over her shoulder at Susan’s plight. Their brief eye contact was enough to steel the blonde beauty for the ordeal ahead. Her damp blue eyes regained their fire as Susan defied her torturer and again spat her response in his face.
More blood than spittle speckled Raul’s glowering face this time and he did not bother to wipe it away. The powerful hand holding her blonde hair yanked upward sharply snapping the girl’s head forward, then violently reversed direction pushing down with tremendous force slamming Susan’s head backward into the wall. In an instant everything in Susan’s world went black. When the light returned to her world it came on gradually and when it did come all the way back its color was red.
The blonde girl’s body was sending pain signals from several points before she was able to refocus her eyes. She was aware of something that was attacking her from below and one of her breasts seemed to be on fire. She was still being held tightly at the thighs which were being pulled wide apart while probing fingers intruded into her vagina and rectum. One mercenary was forcing a finger into her rectum while his accomplice clawed at the opening of her light brown haired vagina. Susan discovered she was immobilized and unable to defend herself from either penetration.
As her vision cleared more she saw, in shock, the cause of the burning pain at her breast. Raul stood before her squeezing tighter and tighter the handles of the pliers whose serrated jaws dug deep into the tip of one upturned breast. The pretty blonde’s eyes widened as she saw the metal jaws crush the soft flesh. When blood began oozing from around the tool’s jaw the pain inflicted overcame her initial shock. When a faint wail began to force itself from deep in her throat Raul knew he had broken through her determination to remain silent. His powerful hand squeezed down even tighter on the tool handles crushing farther the soft flesh and sending blood spurting out from the newly wounded soft tissue. Susan’s mouth opened wide and the wail became a scream of agony that rose higher and higher in pitch as Raul’s grip tightened. When he finally released his grip and removed the pliers the crushed breast meat disgorged a streak of blood down the underside of the rounded globe.
As the pain in her breast subsided she became more aware of what the mercenaries were doing between her thighs. Her scream had faded away and she was inhaling deeply to regain her breath when the mercenary with one finger in her rectum forced a second digit inside. The one-hundred-ten pound woman caught her breath as the fingers stretched her anal walls and fingernails gouged a path deeper into her tender flesh. The breath escaped her bloodied lips has a yelp of pain when the second mercenary pushed three of his fingers into her vagina. Both men shoved and twisted their fingers father into the helpless girl as she squealed and cried out. Her nether orifices were brutally ripped apart by ravaging fingers now sticky with her blood. The sadistic men increased their powerful finger thrusts tearing apart her blood smeared body.
With her blue eyes tightly closed against the pain Susan did not see Raul move in again. This time the bloody pliers clamped down on her undamaged breast with full force and viciousness. The jaws clamped together and again blood spurted from ruptured flesh. The pain of the attack was so intense that Susan’s scream was correspondingly high pitched. The wail was almost silent at first but gained in volume as the injured girl’s body rebelled and she started to go into shock. Raul found he could control the intensity of her shrieks by tightening or loosening his grip on the pliers. After an inordinate amount of time sadistically abusing the captive he finally seemed to lose interest in the blonde girl’s torture. Pulling away from the girl the pliers were given a violent twist that tore open a gash in the side of Susan’s breast. Raul stepped away from the bloodied girl to admire his work.
Raul handed the pliers to the mercenary buried in Susan’s rectum and left the screaming woman to the mercy of his two henchmen. As Raul watched the two men continued to work over the defenseless beauty. The mercenary with the pliers abandoned Susan’s rectum with a savage tug that ripped tender flesh from her bleeding anus. Using the pliers he concentrated on inflicting further damage to the girl’s bloody breasts which brought on renewed shrieks of anguish. When her ability to endure more pain was surpassed Susan fell silent as she passed into unconsciousness. The second mercenary continued to saw his fingers in and out of her vagina even as she fell limp. The first mercenary lifted Susan’s head by her blonde hair and tapped the pliers on the bridge of her lightly freckled nose. After several raps of the blood stained pliers her blue eyes fluttered open. As her consciousness returned so to did her screams of pain.
Susan was left to the mercy of the mercenary ripping open her tender crotch. She drifted in and out of consciousness as he invaded her soft body with his cruel fingers. After he had torn the girl open he removed his hand and replaced it with his thrusting penis. The man’s lunges into the one-hundred-ten pound girl were so violent that even while unconscious she moaned and cried out with each relentless thrust.
While Susan was being raped the second mercenary went to the cabinet and exchanged the pliers for a group of serious torture instruments. These included a twenty-inch long flexible leather riding crop, a spiked wooden probe that tapered from two inches thick at it tip to almost four inches at its base. The probe was spiked with one-quarter inch steel barbs protruding randomly from most of its fifteen inch long length. The last torture instrument he collected was a heavy wire garrote.
These tools and an interest in inflicting pain he brought to the tethered twenty-four-year-old brunette who was helplessly watching the rape of her blonde friend. Setting aside the probe and garrote the mercenary approached the one-hundred-twelve pound girl opposite Susan’s rape site. Tracy did not see or hear him approach. The mercenary lifted the crop high above his head before slamming it down upon her upturned buttocks. The leather weapon bit deep into the soft rounded flesh of both buttocks leaving behind an angry red welt. The surprised raven haired beauty tried to push forward to escape the pain scraping her knees along the rough flooring. She soon discovered the pain she inflicted on her inverted shoulder was greater even than the pain of the leather crop.
Before she could turn her head to see her attacker the mercenary delivered a second blow that struck the crease between Tracy’s butt and sun tanned thighs. Again she was driven forward by the pain only to suffer grievously as her shoulders rebelled. Neither blow had caused the stolid young woman to cry out but they did stop her steady breathing pattern and this small point drove the mercenary on to greater violence. Tracy’s brown eyes turned to witness the next blow. The man brought the crop high over his head and swung it down into one soft ass cheek forming a cross as the welt bisected the mark left by the first blow. Where the welts met the skin was broken and a trickle of blood oozed down over the pale flesh.
The brunette tried to twist away from the vicious blows as they continued to rain down. The mercenary targeted the girl’s tapering thighs and smoothly rounded hips. After a dozen more strokes blood flowed from several lacerated welt intersections. Tears flowed down her cheeks and both of her lips were chewed until they bled and still the beautiful dark haired woman refused to vocally acknowledge her agony.
With Raul watching and the other mercenary brutally raping Susan accompanied by her pitiful screams Tracy’s attacker re-doubled his furious battering of the silent girl. Moving forward a step the large man aimed his next stroke at the brunette’s twisted shoulder blades. As the crop landed knocking Tracy forward an audible gasp escaped her tightly clinched lips. A second blow direct to the same target increased the volume of the gasp and was immediately followed by a wail of despair not unlike the cry of a trapped animal. Showing her no mercy the mercenary rained down blow after blow on the gyrating shoulders until the defenseless victim screamed with each blow.
The soft wavy black hair that brushed across Tracy’s shoulders was soon tinged with red as the flesh of her shoulders and back was torn and lacerated.
The mercenary finished his preliminary assault with blows across the five-foot-five-inch girl’s narrow waist. The pain of the crop blows were now so intense that the brunette danced about after every blow oblivious to the dislocating pain her shoulder endured. When he finished her cries were coming with a consistency only punctuated by her need to gulp large quantities of air between screams. The mercenary was satisfied with the results of his first attack. His victim was criss-crossed with welts and bruises from neck to knee. Ribbons of blood flowed from dozens of wounds in Tracy’s tender skin.
The mercenary prepared for the second phase of torture setting aside the crop and choosing the spiked probe. While the dark haired beauty sobbed and moaned in despair the mercenary moved behind her, Aiming his newly selected weapon at her upturned buttocks the cruel man shoved the probe into Tracy’s exposed anus. The startled girl yelped as the blunt probe forced itself into her anal passage. Her wide brown eyes looked back at the evil man as he leaned heavily into the impaling instrument pushing it deeper into her body.
When the first row of steel spikes sliced into the twenty-four-year-old she renewed her screaming while twisting about wildly trying to dislodge herself from the awful shaft. Success was not forthcoming for the unfortunate girl as the powerful man succeeded in pushing the second and then the third row of spikes into her rectum. Her screams were now wild shrieks as the wooden tool continued its bloody assault. When eight inches and four rows of spikes had penetrated her anus was stretched to nearly three inches in diameter. Blood spurted past the probes entry with each stabbing stroke splattering Tracy’s welt scarred buttocks with a crimson sunburst. The screaming girl was finding it difficult to catch her breath as the attack continued. Her ability to remain conscious waned and her cries of pain began to fade.
Changing his method of attack the mercenary gripped the handle of the probe with both hands and began twisting it inside the terrified woman. Tracy tried to twist her body to turn with the rotating shaft but only succeeded in nearly dislocating her both of her shoulders. The sharp spikes ripped apart the tender lining of her colon. Blood poured from the wound that had been her anus. Her blood curdling screams nearly deafened everyone in the room. The beautiful girl’s five-foot-five-inch body trembled and shook as tears flowed from her brown eyes. The mercenary continued twisting the bloody probe with one hand while he gathered up the garrote in the other.
Quickly looping the wire noose over the thrashing brunette’s head he circled the garrote tight around her neck. Slowly he tightened down the encircling wire until he had cut off her air supply completely. The room fell silent. Tracy’s brown eyes expressed her terror and pain but she was unable to make a sound in protest. The bloodied girl jerked about and contorted her beauteous body as the mercenary ripped the wooden shaft from her torn rectum sending a spray of blood that speckled her shapely legs.
The man quickly replaced the wooden weapon with his massive penis driving it deep into her wounded bottom. With each powerful thrust he tightened the garrote until a thin line of blood dripped from the wire around the helpless girl’s neck. Dozens of punishing penetrations and repeated tightening of the garrote finally stopped Tracy’s struggles. When she sagged forward the rapist loosened the garrote. Each continuing thrust of his fat penis into her battered body brought a faint cough or gasp from the semi-conscious girl. When the mercenary finally pulled is manhood out of the beaten one-hundred-twelve-pound woman’s body blood dripped from the ravaged bottom smearing both inner thighs with a scarlet sheen.
Consciousness slowly returned to Michelle. At first she thought she heard her sister screaming but the sounds faded away. Her next sensation was a burning pain in her shoulders and her stomach ached. When she opened her eyes she found that she was head down looking at her knees. Looking to her right she could she her sister being raped by one of the mercenaries. The older girl’s head hung forward and rocked from side to side as the large man drove repeatedly into her limp body. Michelle could tell that her sister was unconscious and she wished that she could return to that same condition.
The sound of leather striking flesh caused the one-hundred-five-pound blonde to turn her head to the left. Here the other mercenary was beating her dark haired friend Tracy with a leather truncheon. The twenty-year-old blonde watched through tear filled eyes as the man bloodied Tracy’s shoulders and waist. She heard again the screams that had first awakened her. The mercenary was forcing an evil looking stick in the brunette’s rectum. Michelle’s ears rang with the cries of agony coming from her friends lips.
Michelle suddenly became aware of her own predicament. Raul had moved in behind her and was running his hands over her back, buttocks and between her thighs. From her bent forward position she could see only his legs and the fingers that wrapped around her thighs. When she tried to pull away from the exploring fingers she found the strain on her shoulder too painful to allow her much movement. Raul brought a gasp from the young girl when he pushed two of his fingers into her exposed vagina. The gasp became yelps of pain when a third finger was forcible shoved into the tight hole. The yelps and screams continued as Raul’s coarse fingernails scrapped gouges into the warm inner flesh.
The powerful man’s free arm encircled Michelle’s waist pulling her up onto her toes and back tight against his body. The young girl could feel his swelling penis pushing against the crack of her buttocks. Holding the trembling blonde tight Raul pulled his fingers from her vagina and exposed his rock-hard penis. Showing her no sympathy the brute forced the tip of his penis into her soft blonde-fringed slit.
Michelle screamed in pain and humiliation as the man spear angled into her tight vagina from the rear. Her wide blue eyes filled with tears that soon clouded her vision of the ensuing attack. Raul’s thrusts lifted the five-foot-three inch girl off the floor twisted her arms so violently she thought they were being ripped from her shoulders.
Inch by agonizing inch each upward thrust pushed the fat penis deeper into the sobbing girl. The unusual angle of the assault from back to front caused the helpless girl overwhelming pain. Raul reveled in her cries of anguish as he continued to plunge deeper into his victim.
The only sounds remaining in the interrogation room came from the two rutting rapists, one of which had choked dark tressed Tracy into silence, and the reoccurring cries of agony that were forced from the bloodied lips of the defenseless young blonde. As Raul neared his climax he forced the full length of his penis into the pain wracked woman. Balling his massive fists he punched hard into each side of Michelle’s narrow waist. His blows were so powerful that his knuckles penetrated several inches into the girl’s soft sides.
Sudden gasps of air escaped Michelle’s wide open mouth as all of the air was driven from her lungs. The punishing blows continued to rain down in rapid succession as Raul emptied his sperm into the battered girl. Michelle’s eyes glazed over and then closed as blood-stained pink spunk spurted passed the deflating penis to splatter against her inner thighs. Raul pulled out of the unconscious girl and walked around her limp body to where her head hung down. The vile man lifted her head by the hair and took advantage of the sagging open mouth forcing his slowly deflating penis inside to warm orifice.
Using two handfuls of soft blonde hair Raul pulled Michelle’s face up tight to his groin. The man felt his penis stiffen as it pushed its way through her mouth and then started down her throat. The limp girl’s eyes fluttered as she coughed and choked against the growing spear that was cutting off her air supply. Her reactions were involuntary as her unconscious body rebelled against the assault. Her gyrations and torment meant nothing to Raul who showed the young blonde no mercy. His attack continued as he hammered his groin into her face smashing her bruised lips and smearing blood across both tender cheeks.
When he finally shot his second load the girl had suffered several dozen savage lunges battering her face into a purpled swollen mask. Pulling out of the girl’s mouth Raul let her head drop forward as spunk and blood soaked the floor at her feet. Raul was satisfied that the three women had been sufficiently softened up. He was certain that during next interrogation of the women they would reveal the location of the hidden diamonds.
The three thieves were unshackled and carried to the infirmary where their wounds were treated before they were thrown into individual cages at the center of the compound.
To be continued…
Raul Harvests his Crop
The next morning the caged girls’ encountered a secondary reason for their captivity. They are to be hunted as they try to escape through the bordering jungle. The first girl hunt would cost the hunting party more than $300,000. The hunters were three rich Venezuelan business men whose sole purpose in life when they were not making millions was to fulfill their impulsively perverted sádico desires. Three of Raul’s black trackers would accompany the hunters armed with rifles for protection from the carnivorous animals in the surrounding jungle. The hunters carried no weapons, they would try to capture the girls with their bare hands. Three captives were chosen as prey for the hunt. The selected women were hand picked by Raul who knew the Venezuelan’s tastes and preferences through previous hunting encounters with them. The three hunters were known to be sadists whose pleasure came from the infliction of pain. In addition they were willing to pay extra for the opportunity to hunt a virgin. Seven virgins had been discovered among the newly arrived captives giving Raul a good selection to choose from.
The three women selected for the hunt were thirty-five-year-old Sharon Quicken and her fifteen-year-old daughter Kimberly. Both of them were hazel eyed blondes. Standing only five-foot-one the two women were nearly twins in stature with mom outweighing her daughter by ten pounds at one-hundred-ten pounds. Sharon’s short and strong body had been honed by years as a professional cheerleader and cheerleading coach. Young Kimberly was not quite a voluptuous as her mother but her youth gave her more agility and she was very fleet afoot. Kim was still a virgin and even in captivity a bit naive about her plight.
Both blondes wore white shorts, stained and dirty from their days in cages. Sharon wore a blue flowered blouse that buttoned down the front. Her daughter wore a sleeveless tan t-shirt that had been cut short exposing her flat stomach and tiny waistline. Mom’s blonde hair was short and curly not quite falling to her shoulders. The fifteen-year-old had the same curly hair but it was worn in a loose French braid whose extremity brushed the small of her back.
Joining the two blondes was a wounded captive who had survived a previous hunt and was returned to the compound alive. Twenty-three-year-old Phoebe Carlin had been the prey on a hunt two months earlier. She was shot in the upper arm before being captured by the hunting party. Her arm was crudely bandaged to stop the flow of blood, and then her brunette body was subjected to a number of rapes. She survived the abuse and humiliation only to be brought back to Raul’s compound. When her injuries had healed sufficiently she was returned to one of the captive cages. The one-hundred-twenty-pound dark haired beauty was dragged from her cell to join the two blondes.
Phoebe’s tattered tan mini-skirt was slit up on side to the waist band, revealing a rounded thigh that wore no underwear. An old faded green undershirt donated by one of her guards hung loosely from the frightened brunettes shoulders. The shirt’s wide neck dipped low on her chest exposing the upper portions of the young woman’s breasts. The fleshy globes still bore faint signs of the scratches and abrasions inflicted upon them during her earlier wounding and capture.
Three of Raul’s men dragged the women from their cells wrestling them to the gate at the front of the compound. Each woman was given a water-filled plastic canteen, and a short length of nylon rope to carry the canteen around their waist. Raul gave the women information about the hunt. They were oriented and informed about distances to the Kasai River, east one-hundred-fifty miles, the Kwango River, one-hundred-fifty miles to the west, the Benguela Railway, south three-hundred-twenty-five miles, and the Zairian border, eighty miles to the north. Raul did not tell the women that the Civil War in Zaire had guerillas killing all foreigners on sight.
Phoebe broke down and collapsed as Raul’s instructions refreshed her memories of her earlier experiences. Raul did not miss a beat as he continued his dissertation while the dark haired beauty was yanked to her feet by her hair. One black man held the trembling girl upright while a second man slapped and back-handed the hysterical woman’s face. Both blondes had to be restrained from coming to Phoebe’s aid. They cried out pleading for the men to stop the assault upon the frenzied girl. After another series of open-handed blows quieted the stunned girl the men left her to stand shakily as Raul finished his description of the hunt.
The women would soon be released. They were free to escape in any direction they choose. The hunters would not begin their pursuit until the women had been gone for six hours. The women were not told that their lives would be in jeopardy and that they would be subjected to the whims of their pursuers upon capture. Phoebe, who had witnessed the capture and slaughter of two of her Peace Corp friends during her earlier hunt, was only vaguely coherent. Her semi-conscious mental state meant she could not warn the blondes of the danger they faced.
At 9:00am the three women were each given a small knife with a four-inch blade just as they were released from the front gate. Sharon led the way jogging her way onto a trail, pulling Phoebe along behind her. Kimberly followed close behind as he mother took the path that led to the west. The jungle was thick and deep as the women jogged and marched as quickly as their legs would allow following the gradually narrowing trail. After pressing on for an hour the trail widened before intersecting a path leading north and south. The three beauties choose the northern route and hastened on that path for another two hours. The heat of the day and the high humidity was taking its toll, especially on poor Phoebe who stumbled on only with the continuous support of the two blondes.
At noon the trio stopped to rest and drink some of their precious water. The rest-break and the soothing effect of the water helped Phoebe to regain her composure. She was able to recount the story of her first hunt to her companions. The implications of the tale caused Sharon to re-think her escape plan. The trio pushed on keeping to the northbound trail for ten more minutes. The thinning of the jungle to the west allowed them to leave the path and to forge their own trail through the foliage.
Using their short knives to cut their way through the underbrush slowed the women’s progress but Sharon felt safer and less traceable in the deep jungle growth. By the time they had exhausted their six hour head start the women had traveled four miles west and another eight miles north of the compound. In a straight line they were a mere nine miles from the northwest corner of Raul’s compound.
At that very instant two of the three trackers left the compound in pursuit of the women. The black men started heading due west on the trail at a dead run. The three hunters and remaining tracker followed at a brisk walk watching for signs left by the two lead pursuers. Within two hours the trackers discovered where the women had departed the northbound path. Leaving markers at that location the trackers plunged into the thinning brush. Two hours later the lead trackers had reduced their distance behind the fleeing women to less than a quarter mile.
By seven in the evening the two trackers had slowed their pace and were stalking their prey by sound. As the exhausted women stumbled on into the evening one tracker dropped back to warn the four following men to move forward quietly. The remaining forward tracker had moved close enough to the women to occasionally catch a glimpse of them in jungle clearings.
Darkening skies closed in around the girls forcing them to slow and then stop their trek. They settled in for the moonless night beneath a great tree that rose high into the air before disappearing into the darkness above them. The three tired women huddled together at the base of the tree. They quietly drank the last of their meager water supply. Throughout the night each of the women managed to fall asleep briefly as exhaustion overcame fear and hunger. The black jungle occasionally erupted with the sounds of nocturnal animals on the prowl waking the sleeping beauties as they tried to regain their strength. If they had known how close by the hunters were camped they would have run headlong into the surrounding blackness.
The tracker closest to the girls stopped his approach when the sounds of the prey had subsided. In the quiet and near pitch blackness he knew that his continuing the pursuit would result in the girls discovering his close proximity. Taking note of his preys’ likely position he back-tracked until he made contact with the other members of the hunt. Using the trackers knowledge of the area the group moved quietly to a shallow depression that contained a tiny stream and cover that would allow for the building of a small undetectable fire. The hunters ate and slept until four in the morning.
An hour before first light found the trackers leading the three hunters to concealed positions that were potentially ahead of the women’s direction of travel. Once in position the three hunters were left to launch attacks on any of the girls passing their position. The trackers then moved back to positions where they could spook the beauties forcing them toward the hunters’ concealed positions. The trap was set by 5am when the first rays of sunlight changed the blackness overhead to a shimmering blood red as if a portent of the immediate future for the unfortunate soft quarry.
Only the buzzing of early rising insects greeted the girls as they awoke to a brightening dawn. The seriousness of their situation quickly brought them to full alertness. They pulled their sore and hungry bodies to their feet and headed into the jungle. Sharon led the way, Kimberly was close behind her mother and Phoebe trailed after. It was nearly 6am when the hunters first heard the sounds of the girls forcing their way though the underbrush. Each of the men crouched deeper into his concealment.
Their assault was to be weaponless; they carried only short pieces of rope to be used in binding captured prey. The hunters were aware that the girls were armed with knives and they planned their individual attacks carefully. Several minutes passed as the Venezuelan men waited quietly. The women came closer and closer then seemed to turn away moving parallel to the hunters positions. Quietly the men continued to hide while listening to the passing women. After several more minutes it became apparent that the prey had by-passed them and were moving away from their concealed positions.
As the sounds of the escaping women faded, one of the hunters left his hiding place and headed off in pursuit of the girls. The other two hunters waited until they were collected by the three trackers, then the five men followed the trail set by the first hunter. Sharon’s decision to leave the trail now proved a detriment to the fleeing women. The girls were forced to cut their way through the thick jungle growth slowing their progress. The hunter on their trail quickly overtook his prey.
Within ten minutes the hunter had closed the distance and was able to occasionally catch a glimpse of Phoebe fleeing ahead of him. The dark haired beauty was focused ahead, on the trail left by the two blondes and struggling to keep pace with Kimberly and her mother. She was oblivious of the rapidly closing hunter behind her. Ahead Sharon found the jungle thinning. She could see a flat meadow-like opening ahead of her. The open field fell away in the distance into a gentle valley. She slowed her pace and then stopped to evaluate whether crossing the open meadow would be a safe course of action. Kim was close behind her mother a joined her in viewing the open space.
Quickly the two women chose to run across the field to rejoin the jungle in the valley on the far side. Kimberly turned to advise Phoebe of the decision when a sheik came from the partially concealed brunette. Both women started to rush back toward the scream but stopped quickly when they saw what was happening to the twenty-three-year old beauty. The two blondes reversed their direction and sprinted across the meadow at top speed.
Without warning Phoebe felt a hand grabbing the right side of her neck. As she twisted away from the grip the hand caught in the neck of her green t-shirt jerking it backward and downward. The hunter had lunged at Phoebe from about ten feet and his right hand having missed grabbing the girl’s neck became tangled in the neck of her shirt. As the one-hundred-twenty pound girl twisted away the ensnared shirt tightened across her throat and momentarily stopped her escape. The hunter’s left hand grazed Phoebe’s left shoulder, as he lurched forward, before continuing down her fleeing body until the fingers of the powerful hand caught hold of her left ankle.
Phoebe tripped, falling forward she pulled free from the hand that held the neck band of her t-shirt. With a withering shriek of fear, Phoebe fell to the jungle floor. The hand at her ankle held fast for a second and then loosened as the hunter was pulled to the ground. The brown-eyed girl pulled her legs rapidly up under her body and regained her feet. She darted frantically into the clearing. Phoebe could see the two blondes ahead. They had nearly reached the far side of the meadow. As the two women disappeared into the distant foliage Phoebe cried out to them. Running as fast as she could she followed their path across the clearing.
Sharon and her daughter looked back at the sound of Phoebes cry. For an instant they stopped their flight contemplating a return to the meadow to fight for Phoebe. That notion faded when Phoebe’s attacker was seen emerging from the jungle behind the dark haired girl. Both blondes quickly turned again and plunged into the covering fauna. They heard the screams and cries coming from Phoebe as they pushed deeper into the brush. Two hundred yards into the jungle they came upon a shallow creek. The small stream was only ten or twelve feet across and not quite three feet deep at the center.
The women turned left at the creek and followed its path for several minutes. When the blondes finally stopped to rest they discovered they could no longer hear anything but gentle gurgle of the brook and their own heavy breathing. Both women listened while they filled their canteens, but no sounds of distress or approach could be heard. Whispering quietly Sharon and Kimberly made a plan to continue up the little creek in the hope that Phoebe would be able to escape her assailant and find them.
At the instant the twenty-three-year-old brunette had not been successful in eluding the hunter and was locked in a struggle for her very survival. Phoebe had run to the far side of the meadow before she looked back. She saw the hunter hot on her trail sprinting across the clearing. The panicked girl dove into the jungle. She rushed to the creek and had nearly crossed it before the attacker overtook her. Learning from his previous attempt to ensnare the one-hundred-twenty pound girl the hunter did not dive at her but rather he ran her down. His entire body slammed into the back of the fleeing girl knocking her to the ground on the far bank of the creek.
Phoebe and her assailant landed simultaneously, the heavier man atop the smaller girl. The force of the landing knocked the breath from Phoebe’s lungs as she lay face down in the moist grass on the stream bank. As she struggled to re-fill her lungs the Venezuelan repositioned himself driving one knee between the girl’s thighs and up tight against her buttocks. His other knee was pressed into the small of the brunette’s back pining her to the ground like an insect in a display case.
The man’s left hand was entangled in her dark hair forcing her face into the damp ground. For a time Phoebe struggled helplessly before she remembered the knife she still held in her right hand. She tried to swing the weapon behind her back to stab at the hunter’s restraining knee. Her assailant was prepared for her attempt and easily grabbed her knife wielding wrist pulling her arm across her back. With a powerful shove the hunter pushed her wrist up between her shoulders twisting her arm painfully, causing her to release her grip on the knife handle.
A muffled cry of agony came from lips that were still pressed deep into the wet grass. Phoebe’s naked legs thrashed about, her feet splashing in the creek, as the captured girl ineffectually tried to escape the attacker’s suffocating grip. For more than a minute she fought to escape but then her gyrating legs began to slow until they fell away to an occasionally twitch. Her world darkened and her panic filled thoughts gradually faded away. She was not aware of her face being lifted from the grass or of her wrists being lashed together behind her back.
The hunter rolled the brunette beauty onto her back eliciting faint chocking sounds from the girl as she unconsciously made an attempt to regain her breath. Phoebe had lasted one full day on the run before she was captured. The two blondes had not heard any sound from their brunette friend so they departed the creek and were cutting their way though the jungle. The hunter was thoroughly enjoying himself physically exploring his semiconscious prey while he waited for the other two hunters and the three guides to join him. She offered no resistance to his intruding fingers. Her only responses were pathetically mouthed moans whenever the hunter’s rough fingers probed too roughly abrading her sensitive flesh. A frightful day was looming for the brown-eyed girl.
An hour passed before the rest of the hunt group caught up to Phoebe and her captor. Leaving the hunters with their prize the trackers split up. Two men followed the creek north while the third black traced the stream in a southerly direction. Within an hour the northbound trackers discovered where the two blondes had departed the stream. One of the men followed the trail through the thick jungle growth heading westerly while the seconded man returned to advise the Venezuelan hunters of their find.
The captured brunette was brutally raped by each of the hunters who turned her battered body over to one of the trackers when they had satisfied their individual lusts. The tracker trailing the two blondes caught up to the fleeing women within two hours. He circled around them and positioned himself ahead of their direction of travel. Once ahead of the women he made pursuit noises which caused the women to slowly circle back toward the direction they had come. The tracker carefully herded Sharon and Kimberly back toward the creek and into another ambush.
By noon the two women were still seven miles from the creek. The thickening of the lush jungle undergrowth slowed their progress to less than two miles per hour. The tracker moved much quicker through the jungle reconnecting with the creek bed in less than two hours. He rushed back to the hunter’s camp where Phoebe was being raped and brutalized. A plan of attack was developed while the helpless brunette entertained the men.
One of her captors had used her knife to cut the green T-shirt from her body. The rag of a mini shirt was left tangled around her waist. Phoebe’s semi-conscious body was then probed and squeezed by the hunters’ calloused hands. Three rough fingers were thrust into her exposed vagina and twisted about until the helpless girl’s lips parted in a quiet wail. The partially responsive brunette was brought to full consciousness by a pair of powerful hands that mauled and gouged her plump breasts. The man’s fingers squeezed the soft flesh piteously until Phoebe’s brown eyes fluttered open.
With her tethered hands pinned beneath her nearly naked body Phoebe’s pelvis was elevated making her vagina an easy target for her attacker. The rapist centered himself between widely spread thighs before suddenly driving his penis deep into her womanhood. Phoebe’s fluttering brown eyes slammed closed as an anguished cry of pain and humiliation echoed within her jungle hell-hole. Repeatedly the hunter pounded his manhood into the one-hundred-twenty pound beauty ignoring her screams of anguish.
Phoebe’s legs thrashed and kicked the air trying to dislodge her attacker but to no avail. The hunter wrapped his arms tight around the girl’s waist as he thrust powerfully into her soft flesh. Several dozen jabs into the helpless brunette battered her body mercilessly before the man emptied his balls deep into the girl. Phoebe’s screams ebbed to sobs as her assailant extracted his limp penis from her body. The hunter washed the blood and sperm from his body in the nearby creek as the savaged girl pleaded with him to abandon her and let her escape.
Pity was not an attribute of any of the hunters. Their purpose on the hunt was to engage in the joy of hunting live human prey, the live capture of the prey, and the satisfaction of their personal carnal and brutalistic urges. The hunted women could depend upon receiving a considerable amount of pain and humiliation upon their capture. The beautiful girl with tear-filled soft brown eyes who lay exposed and wounded on the stream bank was a means to fulfilling sádico desires.
The hunter knelt beside Phoebe’s naked spread legs looping a length of rope around one ankle he pulled the other ankle close and bound them together. Hooking his boot toe under her fleshy buttock he rolled her over onto her stomach. A gasp of pain escaped her lips as she rolled over her wounded upper-arm. Her whine of pain was ended abruptly as the hunter dropped one knee into her back knocking the breath from her lungs. With her breasts pinned to the ground the hunter untied her bound hands and then quickly retied another length of rope to one of her wrists.
Removing his knee from her back the hunter pulled her tethered wrist away from her body and up above her head. Phoebe struggled to regain her breathe and to escape her captor as the hunter tossed the lose end of the wrist bound rope over an overhanging tree limb. Using his superior strength and weight advantage the hunter slowly pulled Phoebe off the ground and into the air. Once the brunette’s feet swung clear of the ground the hunter tied off the suspending rope.
The brown eyed woman hung from one wrist twisting and turning her body in an effort to relieve the pain in her wrist and shoulder. The rope gouged deep into her soft wrist flesh as she struggled and soon the torn skin leaked rivulets of blood that dripped down her tethered limb. Soon Phoebe had concerns far greater than her wrist and shoulder. The other two hunters joined their cohort in assaulting the twenty-three-year-old beauty. Shortly thereafter the two black trackers when they returned from their search for the two blonde women. By the time the third tracker returned to the hunting party with his plan to trap the blondes poor Phoebe had been battered bloody.
Hanging by one arm the one-hundred-twenty pound brunette had tried in vain to fight off her attackers with her one free arm. The feeble blows she offered from her previously wounded limb only served to spur the rapists on. With her ankles tied together her ravaged vagina remained a tight fit for her assailants even as dozens of assaults tore open her womanhood vertically. Bright red blood streaked down both soft inner thighs pooling on the ground beneath her thrashing feet. Phoebe faded in an out of consciousness as the attacks continued. Her rectum received as much attention as her vagina as the men tore apart and shredded her tender flesh with their rock hard penises and cruel fingers.
One of her attackers cut the bloodied girl down. Phoebe cried out as she fell, landing on her tethered feet before falling to her knees. She swayed forward and tried to catch her fall with her hands but all the feeling was gone from the one roped hand causing her to tumble to her side nearly dislocating her shoulder in the process. A scream of agony escaped her lips as the assailant dragged her body by her tethered feet into the creek. Pulling the girl to the deepest part of the shallow stream the man released her in three feet of water. There he cut away the ropes that bound her wrist and ankles.
As the flowing water washed over her Phoebe tried to pull herself up and stand on her released feet. As with her tethered wrist, her feet were completely numb causing her to thrash about in the water as she fought to regain her balance. The pretty brunette sputtered and gasp for air as she repeatedly fell back into the water. For several minutes the men watched the struggling girl fight to avoid drowning in the shallow creek. The exhausted woman was loosing the battle as her lungs were taking in large amounts of water before her assailant went to her rescue. He pulled the choking girl from the water by her long hair dragging her to the creek bank.
He pulled the gasping girl to her feet and twisted her body to face him. With malice he drove his knee deep into her soft stomach. The force of the blow sent water gushing from between Phoebe’s clenched teeth and tiny nostrils. The brutal blow that saved her life also knocked the breath from her battered body. As her consciousness passed into darkness her one-hundred-twenty pound body was shoved backward. The limp girl landed on her shoulders but was unaware of the fall as her head slammed into the rock strewn river bank. She lay with arms akimbo at her side and with her legs spread apart exposing her bruised and torn vagina.
Phoebe was left bleeding and broken upon the creek bank as the hunt team ate a meal before resuming their hunt for the two blonde women. If she remained on the river’s edge when they returned her tortures and rape would be continued. For the time she would be left to the mercies of any prowling jungle animals that may have caught her scent in the thick air or pink stained water.
At about three-thirty in the afternoon the men began their trek. The worked their way north up the creek for three-quarters of a mile before turning west. There they followed narrow animal trails were nearly invisible to non-trackers. By four the three hunters were in position along a line that was the expected route of the blonde girls. Two of the hunters fanned out farther to the north and south in case the prey had veering away from their easterly path. A tracker fell back to the creek to block an escape route if the girls managed to pass through the trap. All six men quietly waited for sound of the approaching quarry.
The temperature on the jungle floor was well into the nineties leaving both Sharon and her daughter suffering from significant thirst. If not for their excellent physical condition be would have succumbed to heat exhaustion. Both blonde women were driven on by their memory of seeing Phoebe overtaken and hearing her screams thereafter. They kept pushing on into the dense jungle, now completely lost out of fear of being set upon by the evil beasts tracking them.
Sharon had formulated a plan to protect her daughter if they were unsuccessful in the flight. She was prepared to confront the hunters with every ounce of her strength to stall them so that Kimberly could escape. The thought of her fifteen-year-old daughter falling into the hands of those fiends was more than enough to steel Sharon for whatever she would have to do to protect the girl.
As the afternoon progressed Sharon’s thoughts turned to survival. No sounds of the pursuers had been heard for several hours. Looking back at Kimberly, Sharon saw that the girl had already been through a lot. The French braid that had tried to contain the youngsters long curly blonde hair was no more. The now tangled pale yellow hair swept across her sweat stained face mostly covering the nearly transparent hazel eyes. Yellow strands of the beautiful girl’s hair stuck to the shoulder of her damp tan tee shirt. The long hair trailed far down her petite back to brush across the top of Kimberly’s dirt and sweat stained white shorts. The fifteen-year-olds legs, arms and exposed belly had been randomly scratched and abraded by jungle foliage as she twisted and turned her way along behind her mother.
Sharon looked down at her own body and realized she was no better off. Most of the buttons of her blouse had been ripped off as they caught on something during their flight. The flowered cotton shirt was now held closed by a knot tied at its bottom. The fringe of curly blonde hair around Sharon’s dirty wet face was plastered tight to her skin. She too was scratched on the arms and legs, in some places scratched so severely that tiny rivulets of blood leaked from the cuts streaking crimson line on the tanned smooth woman flesh. The thirty-five-year-old woman’s dirty white shorts were torn from leg opening to waist band during a fall she took earlier in the day. As she stumbled on through the jungle it seemed that one round buttock was trying to escape from under the torn material.
Both women feared for the others safety, Kimberly out of fear of the unknown, Sharon out of fear of what was surely a terrible fate should they succumb to the onslaught of the vicious brutes. But there had been no sign of the hunters for a long enough time. Thirst and hunger became the primary concerns of the blonde prey. Sharon slowed their pace as she tried to re-discover which direction they were traveling. The sun was virtually obscured by the thick jungle canopy making direction of travel impossible to even guess at. The two women agreed to follow any topography that led them down hill in the hope of finding a source of water.
This tactic moved their path slightly to the south as they reached the line of hunters. The two women were more than six-hundred yards south of their original line and the hidden hunters and about one-hundred-yards south of the most southerly positioned tracker. In the dense foliage the man could not see but could hear the girls as they passed by moving to the southwest headed directly toward the creek. Quickly the tracker moved parallel to the blondes reaching the creek before them. Signaling to the other tracker waiting upstream the two men rushed downstream and then into the jungle moving quickly and noisily straight at the women. Calling to one another and crashing through the brush the trackers were attempting to turn their prey back into the line of hunters who were behind the girls.
Sharon had become predominantly occupied with finding water and a cool resting place. She was not listening to the sounds of the jungle as her concerns with the hunters had diminished. The thickness of the jungle this close to the creek acted to muffle most sounds and the trackers noisy approach was not noticed until the men were only about one-hundred yards away. Even then the sounds did not register in Sharon’s mind immediately but then suddenly they did. The pretty mom stopped quickly and motioned for Kimberly to do the same. Both women could now hear the approaching men and they immediately reversed their path.
With Kimberly in the lead the women ran and stumbled back up the trail they had just forced through the brush. The two trackers closed in on the blondes and then moved into a line farther south in an attempt to turn the girls toward the north. When it seemed to Kimberly that the men were just off her shoulder she turned ninety-degrees and pushed into the thick jungle foliage. Sharon followed her fifteen-year-old daughter and the women forced themselves to their limits running blindly toward the three hidden hunters.
The most southerly of the hunters heard the blondes fleeing through the jungle only seconds before Kimberly brushed past his concealed position at the base of a large tree. He reached out an arm to trip the little girl but she passed him so quickly that his fingers just grazed a sweat streaked calf. The fifteen-year-old did not even notice the swipe of her leg as she propelled herself headlong into the brush. Sharon who followed about twenty-five feet behind her daughter was not as fortunate. As she approached the hunter’s position the now alerted man launched himself at her as she reached his hiding place.
The thirty-five-year old didn’t see him as he reached out his arms and encircled her thighs from the side. She let out a startled cry as his shoulder slammed into her hip knocking her sideways as he completed the tackle. The one-hundred-ten pound blonde landed on her side, the one-hundred-eighty pound hunter pressed tight to her lower body, with his arms wrapped tightly around her thighs. The only sound Sharon had made was at the point of contact and now she lay on the damp ground in silence concerned with what might be happening to Kimberly. For a few seconds all was quiet and Sharon assumed correctly that her fifteen-year-old daughter had managed to escape.
Sharon felt the man loosen his grip on her thighs and with a sudden twist and with both legs kicking wildly at her attacker she tried to force her body free from his encirclement. She succeeded in driving a knee up into the hunters chin then freeing one leg which she used to thrash about landing blows to her assailants chest and shoulders. The five-foot-one-inch blonde was loosening the grip the hunter held on her still imprisoned leg and had nearly fought herself free when the man changed his attack plan. The hunter released her leg and reached for the knife taken from Phoebe that he carried in a sheath on his hip.
Sharon suddenly found herself free of the man and she scrambled to draw her legs up beneath her body so she could regain her footing and run. The beautiful mom managed to rise to one knee when the hunter lashed out at her with his four-inch knife. As Sharon pulled up and away the knife grazed across her shoulder at an angle. The blade sliced down over her back before again cutting into the blonde’s white shorts at the hip. Both wounds were very shallow and relatively painless to the frightened woman. As the one-hundred-ten pound woman regained her feet the hunter was doing the same. She dashed away from the man and soon a chase was in progress.
For nearly a minute she was able to stay far enough ahead to avoid the blood stained knife that stabbed at her fleeing body. Sharon was forced to slow her pace when she encountered a steep upslope and the hunter closed in. Stabbing at his victim the man sliced its blade into the back of her slender thigh as she struggled up the hill. Even though the blade penetrated only an inch and tore free from the leg as she jerked it away the pain the weapon caused was intense. A sharp cry of pain and followed by a subdued wail of anguish escaped from Sharon’s lips.
The stab propelled the thirty-five- year old faster up the hill. She grabbed at branches and roots to pull herself up and away from her pursuer. For another brief period of time the blonde managed to pull farther ahead of the hunter. He was slowed by having only one hand to assist his climb. He re-sheathed his knife so he could use both hands to climb more quickly. The hill steepened near its crest forcing Sharon to use roots that protruded from the side of the hill to pull herself to the top.
Just as she thought she would be able to break away at the top of the hill the root she was clinging to tore away in her hands. She immediately fell backward and tumbled down on top of the hunter. The man had not seen her slip and did not see her hurtling down onto him. Sharon slammed into the hunter and pulled him off the slope as well. The two combatants tumbled back down the hillside.
Unfortunately for the one-hundred-ten pound blonde when they stopped falling she lay beneath the one-hundred-eighty pound man and this time both of his hands were free. The hunter lay atop the momentarily stunned woman nearly face to face with her. As she regained her composure and tried to escape by twisting about under him he locked the fingers of one of his hands into the short blonde hair at the back of her head. Her light hazel eyes glared at him in anger and fear as she struggled to free her arms. Sharon began to attack his face with her tiny fists and clawing fingernails.
The hunter defended himself with his one free hand. He pulled himself up on her body until his hips were centered just below her breasts. Using his knees the man pinned the blonde woman’s upper arms to the ground so that she could no longer reach him with her fists. The five-foot-one inch beauty kicked about wildly with her no longer trapped legs as her attacker concentrated his efforts upon her upper body. After receiving persistent kicks to his unprotected back from Sharon’s thrashing knees the hunter reached around behind his back with his free arm and grabbed one offending thigh.
Catching the limb at the base of her torn shorts the hunter worked his hand up the thigh until his fingers came in contact with the nylon underpants at Sharon’s crotch. This new development gave new vigor to the blonde woman’s attempt to escape. She bucked and twisted her body in an attempt to dislodge the brute as his fingers pulled fragile undergarment material apart. His fingers worked beneath the flimsy fabric and sought impalement within the enclosed soft warm flesh. Sharon bucked and twisted her body in an attempt to dislodge the brute. His strong hands pulled the fragile undergarment material apart while his fingers sought to invade her body.
The blonde beauty succeeded in freeing one arm from beneath her assailant’s knee. One the arm was unfettered she returned the favor by pounding violently at the hunter’s exposed crotch. When the hand holding her blonde hair released its grip to protect his groin Sharon quickly twisted her other arm free. With vengeance she drove both of her balled fists into his balls. The blows forced the man upward lifting him off her lower chest and allowing Sharon to twist her body free from the hand exploring between her legs.
When the hunter’s interests became self protection the blonde managed to extricate herself from beneath him. She rolled sideways to distance herself from the hunter. She had accomplished one complete revolution when her rolling body was suddenly stopped by something that jabbed into her ribs. Looking up, the fleeing blonde saw that a second hunter stood beside her prone body. He had stopped her escape attempt with a blow from his heavy boot.
The second hunter had heard the commotion caused by Sharon’s initial capture. Leaving his place of concealment he followed the sounds until he came upon the girl rolling away from his hunting companion. With a vicious stomp he drove the heel of his boot into the one-hundred-ten pound woman’s body. His blow caught Sharon in her ribs just below her breast. The painful blow stopped the five-foot-one inch beauty and brought a gasp of pain from her throat.
The woman quickly tried to reverse her body roll which exposed her back to a second boot strike. The hunter stomped down with the heel of his boot driving it deep into the small of the helpless girl’s back. The blow knocked the air from her lungs which escaped with a grunting whoosh. Sharon stopped rolling and lay on her stomach while her arms and legs clutched at the ground.
The breathless beauty struggled to regain her senses and wind for a few seconds. She fought to pull her knees up under her body use her arms to lift her upper body off the ground. She was able to push herself up onto all fours and was just turning her head to relocate her assailants when a third blow from the heavy boot exploded into her stomach. The strength of the two-hundred pound man’s kick literally lifted the small blonde into the air. She flipped over in mid air and landed flat on her back. All of the air had been kicked from her lungs and the brutalized woman now twisted and thrashed about on her back as she tried to regain her breath.
Sharon made pitiful mewing sounds as the two hunters set about incapacitating her from any future ability to escape. She was completely defenseless and unable to protect herself as the men mauled her curvaceous body. Her flowered blouse was pulled apart and the flimsy bra beneath was yanked off her flawless breasts. Rough and powerful hands squeezed and pinched the exposed delicate flesh pulling at the resilient globes as if to rip them from her honeyed body. The hunter’s fingers slipped under Sharon’s white shorts probing for her soft warm vagina with such brutality that breathless gasps and high pitched yips of pain involuntarily came from between her clinched white teeth.
Both men were impressed with the stature and beauty of the unfortunate woman whose body was now marred with the scratches and abrasions of her flight. The blood oozing puncture wounds inflicted by the flaying knife heightened the sadist’s blood lust and brutality. As Sharon’s breath returned she tried to renew her defense but was easily thwarted in her attempt. The two men rolled her onto her stomach and tied her hands behind her back. A noose was then wrapped around her neck and tied to the rope securing her hands. A third rope was attached midway between the blonde’s neck and wrists which served as a leash.
Yanking the captured woman to her feet she was forced back through the jungle toward the creek. A jerk on the leash put a painful strain on her shoulders and simultaneously tightened the noose around her slender neck. In her forty minute journey back to the creek the hunters reconnected with the two trackers. The four men amused themselves by periodically wrenching the pretty blonde’s leash They watched with sadistic delight as Sharon cried out in chocked agony while struggling mightily to keep her balance and avoid being strangled.
By the time the party reached the creek, the pain of the hunters’ sadistic fun had forced the captive to her knees dozens of times. After each fall she was hauled to her feet as she twisted her body trying to ease her pain and to keep from blacking out due to a lack of oxygen. At the creek the hunter who had originally captured the blonde woman was left with her while the other huntsman and two trackers returned to the brush to hunt down the fifteen-year old girl. It was an easy task for one man to drag the weakened blonde back to the camp site. The hunter looped the end of the noose over an overhanging limb hanging Sharon by her neck. He left enough slack in the rope so she could just barely stand on her tip toes to avoid strangulation.
When the hunter arrived at the camp site he found that dark haired Phoebe was being attacked by Jackals. The bloodied brunette had awakened to find several of the animals cautiously approaching her. She managed to pull herself to her feet staggering to the edge of the jungle before dropping to her knees at the base of a large tree. The marauding animals were attracted by the scent of the blood oozing from her many wounds. They continued to threaten her with flashing teeth that accompanied their occasional menacing charges. Phoebe ineffectually struck at the beasts fending them off with her two broken wrists. The jackals were only able to nip at her flailing legs. One of the more aggressive of the brutes ranged in close enough to the weakened girl to sink his fangs into her shoulder. The pack was closing in for the kill when the hunter and his blonde captive returned frightening the scavenging animals away. The hunter tethered Sharon to a tree by her “leash” and set about collecting the brutalized brunette.
Phoebe’s face was a mess. Both of her eyes were blackened, her nose still drained blood from both nostrils and a large swollen bruise extended from her fractured cheek bone to her chin. Both of the girl’s wrists were swollen and discolored, one dislocated thumb angled obtusely from one hand. Her body was crisscrossed with cuts and welts from the beating she had received.
The hunter dragged Phoebe by her hair to the shank of an unusually angled tree. He forced her to face the angled tree and tied her arms around the thick trunk. The rough bark abraded the front of her previously bloodied body. The brunette sagged against the tree, her knees swinging free on either side of the trunk. She was defenseless to any form of attack. Her black mane obscured her relatively unmarred back as lightly curled wisps of the raven locks brushed the tops of her invitingly rounded buttocks. Leaving the dark haired girl to her painful fetter, the hunter returned his attention to his curvaceous blonde prisoner.
Sharon’s oxygen deprived mind swirled in thoughts of her daughter. Had Kimberley been successful in escaping these fiends attempt to capture her? The hunter loosened the rope noose around her neck leaving her hands bound behind her back. He pushed her toward and then into the creek. When she reached the middle of the stream the hunter jerked her down so that the water washed over her body. Sharon took the opportunity to gulp large quantities of water before the man was dragging her back to the water’s edge.
On the same bloody spot where Phoebe had been brutally beaten the one-hundred-ten pound blonde was knocked to the ground. Sharon’s hazel eyes looked up at the beast of a man who towered above her. His dark eyes surveyed the gorgeous blonde body, Sharon’s torn blouse opened at the front exposing her exceptionally fine breasts. Her ripped shorts revealed a soft rounded hip and buttock. The crimson wound across her back leaked rivulets of watery blood while the stab wound in her thigh dripped bright red blood onto the brownish stains left behind by Phoebe. The beautiful blonde mom could read in his eyes that his plans for her would not be tender.
With her arms tied behind her back Sharon knew escape would be almost impossible, but she vowed to forestall the inevitable for as long as possible. Even as the brute dropped to one knee beside her reaching for the clasp that would open the waistband of her shorts Sharon’s thoughts were consumed with the welfare of her young daughter. She would need this mental distraction because her attacker was about to bring her to a new level of agony.
While her mother was preparing to fight for her life Kimberly was completely lost and she literally shook in fright. She and her mother had heard the approach of the hunters and had turned back on the trail they had blazed when the far-off noise became apparent in front of them. They had run as fast as the jungle would allow but no matter how fast they run the men kept closing the gap. Then suddenly the hunters seemed to be alongside the fleeing pair. When Kimberly heard them to her right she dove off the trail and darted into the thick foliage to her left. She glanced back over her shoulder to see her mother following her new trail five yards behind.
Kimberly’s pace was now slowed by the uncut path she had chosen. She concentrated her focus on pushing through the thick brush as fast as possible. After several moments she looked back, expecting to find her mother close behind. Instead she saw only the empty path she had cleared in her passing. The young blonde girl slowed her pace to listen for sounds of her mother’s approach. Only the murmuring sounds of jungle insects fell upon her expectant ears. And then even those faint sounds faded into complete silence. The jungle had gone completely silent. Kimberly stopped and waited for nearly a minute but the only sound she heard was her own heavy breathing. Slowly and quietly she retraced her steps walking back up the trail she had created.
The jungle remained strangely silent, the insects, animals and birds were eerily quiet. After several moments Kimberly came upon a large area where the jungle foliage had been knocked flat. No sign of her mother could be seen and the jungle remained quiet except for an occasional bird or animal cry coming from far away in the distance. The young girl followed the trail she had cut until it intersected the trail her mother followed that led down slope in search of water.
The tiny blonde was quickly becoming overcome by panic. Without a clue as to her mother’s location the thirsty fifteen-year-old wandered down the trail her mother had cut. Even in the intense heat of the day Kimberly found herself shivering. She forced herself down the slope passing the point where she and her mother had turned and ran from the ominous sounds of approaching men. She staggered on through thickening foliage weaving between and around thick brush and large trees.
The sounds she made could be heard nearly one-hundred-fifty feet away alerting the trackers and hunter returning to the ambush area. They quieted their approach fanning out into the dense foliage as the girl drew near. Fate was totally against the young beauty who was suddenly being stalked from two sides.
The hunter and tracker who had missed the excitement and capture of Sharon had moved their line of track to the south. Thirty minutes later they had come upon the trail Kimberly had cut. Quietly the two men followed the girl’s trail back to the junction and then down the slope toward the creek. The tracker knew from the newly broken brush that the girl was just ahead of them. The men arrayed themselves in anticipation of her imminent capture.
The one-hundred-pound girl was surrounded by more than one-thousand-pounds of evil sadistic brutes. She blindly closed the distance between the three men at her front while the two men pursuing from behind closed the distance to their prey. The trailing men were close enough to have caught glimpses of her gold tinted hair and her tight, dirt stained, white shorts plow through the thick foliage ahead.
The five-foot-one-inch blonde was only twenty-yards from the hunter and one of the trackers when they leaped from their hiding places and hurled themselves at the startled youngster. With a gasp and cry of fear the blonde girl whirled around and started to run away from the two attackers. As she turned she saw the two men who had been trailing behind her. Seeing no escape in that direction the little blonde darted off the trail to her right.
Her tiny athletic body overcame its fatigue and the thirst that nearly overwhelmed her only moments before. She kept on for several seconds to elude her pursuers but was not prepared for the two remaining trackers who had fanned out across her track. The tracker who was to her right had not allowed for her speed and quickness. The tiny girl nearly beat him to his planned interception point. As she fought her way through the thick brush she caught a glimpse of the black man bearing down upon her. He was only ten feet away when Kimberly suddenly changed direction to avoid his outstretched arm.
Kimberly’s diminishing momentum when she swerved away brought his out-stretched fingers to within inches of the one-hundred-pound beauty. She would have made a clean get-away with her maneuver had it not been for the curly blonde mane that swirled and trailed behind her fleeing silhouette. Catching the very end of the long blonde hair between his finger-tips for only an instant was force enough to jerk the girl’s head back sharply and throw her off-stride.
She side-stepped twice to regain her balance but in at brief period the tracker again over-took her. With his rifle held in one hand the large man used his free hand to swing at the fleeing girl. His fist struck Kimberly in the back with enough force to send her sprawling forward. She tried to catch her momentum but ended up passing her feet and falling forward onto her knees. As she struggled to regain her feet the tracker struck at her again, this time with his rifle.
Swinging the weapon like a chocked-up bat the tracker struck a sideways glancing blow to Kimberly’s head. When the cuffed girl staggered forward the man leaped atop her five-foot-one inch body knocking her flat onto her stomach. The tracker landed with one of his knees pinning the girl’s neck to the ground while his other knee buried itself deep into the small of her back. The girl’s breath was knocked from her lungs as she thrashed about beneath the huge black man. Her slender lags kicked about wildly and she flailed her arms into the ground as the entire hunt team gathered around her.
The fifteen-year-old girl’s arms were captured and bound together behind her back. The tracker stayed atop the struggling girl while the other men fastened her beautiful legs together at the ankles. Two of the men cut down a long bamboo stalk which was passed under the girl’s tethered wrists and ankles. Two of the trackers then lifted the pole to their shoulders with the unfortunate blonde girl hung beneath it. Kimberly’s shoulders were wrenched back and her back bowed as the hunting group returned to the trail and headed back down the creek.
As her breath returned the dangling girl squealed and cried out as each of the tracker’s lurching steps sent sharp pains jolting through her distorted shoulders. With her slender back bowed the cut-off tan tee shirt she wore was pulled tight across her small round breasts exposing their soft underside. During the journey back down the creek to their camp site the hunters amused themselves by pinching and probing the girl’s pubescent body. Her breasts were pulled free from the confines of the tee-shirt to be abused by calloused fingers.
The chafing mauling was soon replaced with the switching of branches broken from bushes along the trail. The young beauty writhed in anguish as her small pubes were sliced open by the switches. Her screams of pain changed to pleas for mercy as the whipping continued. A trail of blood droplets stained the creek bank where the tiny girl had been carried.
Tiring of the assault on the blonde’s breasts the fiendish hunters next sent their hardened fingers probing beneath the girl’s tightly stretched white shorts. Kimberly’s arched back accentuated the round shape of her pubic mound. The men’s brutal fingers worked beneath the white material finding and then burrowing into the tiny girl’s virginal holes, front and back. The vile penetrations brought the most piercing screams yet from the tormented captive. The girl’s clear blue eyes leaking the tears of shame and pain stared straight ahead as if in a trance as she began to succumb to the shock her body was receiving.
When the battered girl appeared to swoon and no longer responded to the punishment being inflicted the hunters ordered the carrying trackers to dunk the girl in the fast flowing creek. After several seconds beneath the water the slender blonde showed signs of returning to consciousness as she jerked and twisted about on the pole. She had been kept underwater for nearly a minute before the pole was lifted. Kimberly coughed and choked up water she had taken into her lungs.
The young girl was left to dangle beneath the pole during the remainder of the journey. Her long wet hair dragged along the ground occasionally snagging on the creek side brush. Her choking sobs were punctuated by cries of pain as her tangled hair snapped her head back before tearing free from the brush. By the time young Kimberly was brought back to the camp site her mother had already suffered horribly at the hands of her capturer.
Kimberly twisted her head around straining to see her blonde mother. When her blurry eyes focused she cried out in horror at the sight before her. Sharon’s naked body was streaked with bloody gashes and one luscious breast oozed a stream of blood from its base that pooled on her flat belly. Were it not for the uneven rising and falling of the battered woman’s chest she might have been taken for dead. Sharon lay on her back, her tethered hands beneath the small of her back, her unblinking eyes stare straight ahead. Sharon only hazily remembered the brutal attack that left her partially comatose.
When her attacker had moved down beside her and began to unbutton her shorts Sharon had decided to fight off his assault with all her courage. Tied as she was the woman knew she would not succeed in thwarting the assault. But she knew she must try to keep her attacker occupied to give her daughter more time to escape. The man leaned over her supine body as he began to unsnap the waist band of her white shorts. His attention was focused upon his intended victim’s crotch.
With a sudden and powerful thrust Sharon drove first one and then the other of her knees into the side of the man’s head. The first knee caught the assailant in the ear with enough force to draw blood. The second knee slammed the stunned man full in the face as he turned away from the first blow. Spitting blood from his smashed nose and lips the man fell away from the woman. Sharon rolled to her side as she tried to pull her legs under her body and regain her feet. With her hands tied behind her back she had difficulty regaining enough balance to succeed. She almost reached her goal by the time her assailant recovered enough to lash out with his booted foot.
His heavy boot smashed into one fleeing leg at the ankle. The force shattered the joint that supported most of Sharon’s one-hundred-ten pounds knocking her to the ground. She fell rearward crumpling heavily onto her lower back. Sharon cried out in pain as two knuckles on one hand caught beneath her body were bent back and cracked in the fall. Very quickly the painful joints became less of a distraction as she saw the hunter pull himself to his feet.
The enraged man hurled himself down on top of the thirty-five-year-old blonde and without warning hammered his fists into her pretty face. His brutal punches exploded into her eye, nose and mouth. The abused woman cried and squealed as her lacerated eye filled with blood matching in color the crimson splatters forced from her smashed nose and pulverized lips.
Next the brute of a man took out his revenge on her soft body. His balled fists were driven repeatedly in Sharon’s breasts. More screams of pain exploded from her bloody mouth as soft breast meat was battered until it was bruised and swollen. The awful attack continued as fists were driven lower driving deep in the blonde woman’s soft belly with such force they bruised her internal organs.
By the time the abuser had lowered his point of attach to the top of her white shorts the beaten woman nearly in shock. She sobbed and moaned beneath the onslaught while the man unsheathed his knife and began sawing at the waist band of her pants. She cried out when the serrated blade cut through the cloth slicing into her flesh. The man drew the blade down the front of her round thigh leaving a thin line of blood in its track. A brutal tug tore away the blood stained white shorts and the ripped pink panties beneath. Sharon’s naked loins lay open and unprotected.
The sadist pulled down his own pants unveiling a massive rock hard penis. Digging his finger tips into her nakedly exposed slit the man ripped open the lips of her vagina before savagely ramming his purpled flesh-weapon into the weeping beauty. The woman’s bone-dry breach resisted his thrust for only an instant before being bludgeoned open as his penis slammed deep into her body. He sawed in and out of his victim driving his penis to the hilt then withdrawing it almost completely before repeating the process.
The blonde pelt covering Sharon’s pubic mound could not conceal the bruised flesh beneath as her rapist stabbed his powerful hips into her soft crotch painfully skewering the helpless woman with each thrust. Each thrust brought a high-pitched cry of pain from the beleaguered woman while tears flowed freely from her wide open hazel eyes. The rapist’s ejaculation did not stop his punishing attack. He continued to saw in and out of her raw slit until his penis re-hardened.
By this time Sharon had succumbed to the pain and shock falling into a limp unconscious state. Her body remained slumped, like a rag doll, as the man renewed his rape. Her unmoving body angered he man who began using his knife to stab at his victim’s hips and thighs. At first no resistance to his ineffectual stabs were forthcoming. Redirecting his point of attack to Sharon’s belly and breasts brought her back to consciousness. She began to twist her body away from the blade thrusts as pain flooded back into her consciousness. One inch deep jabs were poked into her inner thighs and below her ribs causing her body to contort rhythmically as she squealed and groaned in agony.
The pain she endured was just enough to keep her from slipping back into total unconsciousness. As the rapist neared his second ejaculation each trust of his penis was accompanied by a knife jab into the flesh of Sharon’s full breast meat. The weakening thirty-five-year-old woman barely reacted as the blade slashed at her beautiful mammary mounds. Bringing the blade to the underside of one blood streaked breast the man shoved the blade deep into the skewered globe as he stabbed his penis deep into her womb. By the time the rapist had emptied his seed into the battered woman the entire four inch knife blade was buried in her breast.
The beautiful blonde was again fully awake as the blade was twisted about tearing open a blood gushing wound in her mammary flesh. Sharon’s back arched in agony as she tried to pull her body away from the pain. Her scream was that of a trapped and wounded animal with no hope of escape. The five-foot-one-inch body again went limp as the man withdrew his penis, leaving the knife buried to its hilt in her blood smeared breast. In total oblivion and in shock the beaten, bruised, slashed and raped woman stared upward at the tree tops with unseeing eyes. Only her ragged breathing and occasional tremors indicated she was still alive.
Kimberly cried out to her mother when she saw the blood and bruises that covered her once gorgeous body and face. But even the sound of her daughter’s voice could not bring Sharon out of her pain induced stupor. Soon enough young Kimberly would suffer the same fate as had befallen her mother. Her suffering would last long enough for her mom to recover and witness the vicious brutality being inflicted upon her the tender virgin. The six men now focused their attention upon the youngster.
The pole was withdrawn from her wrists and ankles. She was untied hand and foot. The lustful brutes encircled her body as Kimberly rubbed at her chafed and rope burned wrists and ankles. Gingerly she pulled herself to her feet. She tugged at the bottom of her cut-off T-shirt in an attempted to cover her small scratched and abraded breasts. Her clear hazel eyes were wide with fear as they darted from man to man; she turned around slowly until she had made one complete revolution.
The men moved in closer to the five-foot-one-inch girl until they were all with arms reach. Suddenly one of the men swung at the little blonde with an open palm. The two-hundred-pound man slapped the girl on the side of her pretty face. Even as she reacted to the first strike the man’s other palm was walloped into her up-turned breasts. Kimberly reeled as in rapid succession one then another and then another of the men swung their open palms at the cringing blonde. They landed open handed blows to her face, head, hips, back, thighs, belly and breasts. The girl tried to defend herself flailing her arms in defense but far too many of the blows went unblocked by Kimberly swinging arms. She was quickly being overwhelmed by the stinging blows.
The young girl wailed and squealed as the attack continued. Her long blonde hair swept across her face as her head was rocked back and forth. A vicious blow that exploded into her naked belly nearly doubled her over in pain. A subsequent smack to her exposed buttocks knocked her forward. The unbalanced girl stumbled, lost her balance and dropped her to her knees. Now all the punches fell on her upper body and head. Her world became a blur of stinging blows that split her lip, bruised her cheeks, bloodied an ear and flattened her tiny nose sending a flow of blood streaming down her battered face. The one-hundred-pound girl reeled and then swooned under the brutal attack. She fell backwards, her knees doubled beneath her, limp arms outstretched to either side of her slender body.
The men dropped alongside the crumpled girl. They pinioned her arms to the ground. Rough fingers gouged into her tender thighs just above her doubled knees pulling them wide apart. With her feet caught beneath her buttocks the prone girl’s pubic mound was arched upward as she was pinned down on the ground. One of her assailants kneeled at her head. He gathered Kimberly’s long blonde hair into both of his hands and began yanking and wrenching the long golden mane. Under his assault the unconscious girl’s head was jerked from side to side.
The pain and the violent contortions her head was forced into brought the small girl back to consciousness. Her tear filled eyes tried to focus on the large man who had positioned himself between her wide spread thighs. With a nod to the man who seemed to be trying to yank out her tresses by the roots the hair assault stopped and her head was held fast to the ground by her blonde locks.
From deep within Kimberly’s throat came a wail of fear that became a strident cry of “NO!” As her wide eyes watched the man between her legs who began dragging his knife tip alone the top of her slender thigh. The captive girl screamed and thrashed her legs as the sharp blade dug a furrow into her soft flesh which quickly filled with blood. The bloody line leaked crimson streaks along the length of the pinioned limb. Forcing the knife up the inner thigh the man slowly cut through the fabric of her shorts.
Kimberly arched and twisted her hips as she cried out in pain and terror. The blade tip sliced open the material of her shorts and the panties beneath as it moved toward her wide open crotch. In its path a bloody line followed the blades course which circled back down the other thigh. The man pulled the knife down the beautiful leg until the white shorts had been cut open across their inner seam. Cutting away Kimberly’s shorts took almost a full minute.
During the process the one-hundred-pound blonde girl tried to twist away from her assailant as the slicing blade tore its bloody path up and down her thighs. A scream that started at the first gouge of the weapon grew in intensity until it reached a piercing screech of agony when the razor sharp tip sliced across her lightly haired vagina lips. As the knife continued its travel down her opposite thigh the scream faded to a sob choked whimper.
Hooking his thumbs into the torn shorts the man dragged them up the five-foot-one-inch beauty’s waist fully exposing her blood splotched vaginal mound. Ignoring the fifteen-year-old girl’s entreaties and tears the two-hundred-pound man forced a finger into the tiny slit until it met resistance from the soft as velvet girl’s hymen. As his blonde victim howled and screamed in pain as the large man forced a second finger into the pubescent hole.
Even under restraint from five strong men the tiny blonde bucked her hips about like a wild bronco. Her wide open hazel eyes poured forth rivers of tears. The two men holding her arms pinned to the ground began to antagonize the girl further. They pulled up the cut-off T-shirt exposing her petite breasts and began mauling and clawing at the fleshy globes. One assailant was merciless in his mutilation of her breasts tearing open a wound in one nipple. Blood spurted from the lacerated nub each time his depraved fingers attacked.
Kimberly’s focus was torn between the tormenting fingers that stretched open her small slit and the clawing hands that ravaged her tender breasts. Her screams of pain became hoarse wails as she over stressed her slender throat. Her strength to resist was fading as well by the time the man between her legs had reamed out her love hole to the point of ripping and bloodying the tender inner walls of her labia. He pulled his blood tinged fingers from her abused slit wiping them on her velvet soft inner thigh.
The lust filled man removed his pants then knelt between the blonde girl’s wide spread thighs. He centered his engorged penis on the recently abused slit. With an even push he forced himself into the tight opening until her reached a depth of two inches. Kimberly’s hoarse cry and bucking thighs spurred the rapist on. He braced his feet against the ground and drove another two inches into the tiny woman. The pain she endured was now so great that Kimberly went silent as her mouth gapped open and her throat went into a spasm in her effort to continue her scream. The man’s third thrust into the blonde beauty tore apart her thin hymen allowing his thick penis to penetrate a full eight inches into her tender body.
In a last effort to avoid the intense pain the tiny five-foot-one-inch body arched high off the ground as the rapist drove his weapon to the hilt on his fourth assault. Withdrawing most of his blood covered organ the brute began a series of full penetrating thrusts into the wide eyed girl. Dozens of times he rammed himself into the blood smeared girl. His vicious thrusts spread wide the already slashed vagina lips so mercilessly that the skin at the top of the abused slit was ripped apart. As he ejaculated into the dazed fifteen-year-old the powerful man managed to force more than ten inches of his manhood into her bruised womb.
Accompanying the savage damage done to her vagina the one-hundred-pound girl suffered serious gouging of her waist and upper arms. Her rapist’s fingers had dug deeply into her soft flesh while committing his rape. Kimberly felt as if her body was on fire at the waist and between her thighs. She was dimly aware of the man pulling out of her body only because she saw him rise to his feet between her legs. He was quickly replaced by another rapist. The second man wasted no time in preliminaries immediately driving his fat penis deep into her blood oozing hole.
In the coming hours young Kimberly was violently and repeatedly raped by all of the men. Her world became a blur of agony. The small blonde offered no resistance when her body was rolled onto her stomach. She was lifted unto all fours and was savagely sodomized by more of the men. She drifted in and out of consciousness as her lithe body was battered and abused in every depraved manner.
Sharon who had regained consciousness during the initial assault on her daughter was rewarded by having the knife removed from her wounded breast. The loss of blood and her earlier fight for survival made her easy prey. She was rolled onto her stomach by two of the men who untied her bound wrists and forced her on to all fours like her daughter. The men took turn ripping open her tight anus with their fat penises. Her yelps of pain were caused by the sadistic penetration of her ass and the brutal finger that ripped furrows in her flesh. The unblemished skin of her back and swaying blood smeared breasts were targets of the men’s calloused fingers and ragged nails.
The men continued their assault until the battered woman again fell unconscious. Taking advantage of the blonde woman’s limp, wide-open mouth a thick penis was shoved deep down Sharon’s narrow throat. At the same time Kimberly was suffering the same fate as her mother. Several thrust into the pretty girl’s face split open both of her lips before she choked against the assault and began to regain her senses. In a preemptive strike the youngster was struck several times on the back of her head by a large rock. Torn flesh at the point of the rock strike leaked blood into the long yellow tresses as Kimberly swooned and was knocked back into a stupor.
The rape of Kimberly’s mouth continued as more men abused the helpless girl. Using her long golden hair as handles men forced their penises far down her throat. The tender blonde swayed back and forth on her knees as her face was repeatedly slammed into her rapists’ groin. Her breath came in labored gasps as she fought to breathe around the chokingly thick appendages. When the men were finished with the girl blood drained from her tiny smashed nose and smashed lips. She fell forward onto her brutalized face and remained unconsciousness for the rest of the night. The men continued to abuse her limp body throughout the night. They raped, sodomized and beat the girl but no amount of painful stimulation could bring the tortured fifteen-year-old back from her coma-like collapse.
Her mother too was revisited often during the night with enough brutality that she faded in and out of awareness. The assaults on her once beautiful face and body left her shoulder, back and buttocks covered with welts and blood. Her gorgeous legs were scored with dozens of knife wounds that leaked rivulets of crimson from her hips to her ankles.
Dark haired Phoebe whose blood smeared body still was wrapped tight around the angled tree trunk was assaulted by several men. Help helpless body was sodomized by penises and later by gnarled branches found laying about the ground. Her shrieks of agony were short lived as her weakened body and soul fell into a lethargic sleep. Even the pain of a two-inch thick branch that was shoved more than six inches into her rectum could bring her back from her unconscious state.
The hunters slept until far into the morning before awaking and returning to their assault of the pitiful women. All three captives were dragged into the creek and as they stirred and groaned were washed of the blood and cum that coated their battered bodies. Once clean and bandaged where blood oozing wounds remained the women were forced marched back through the jungle to Raul’s camp.
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Phoebe’s horribly battered body and mind succumbed that night as she sprawled limply across the tilted tree. The blondes were miraculously still alive in the morning. They would entertain the sadistic hunters one more time. Each girl was noosed about the neck by a length of rope which was lifted through the fork of an overhead tree branch. The rope was then shortened until both women were forced to stand high on their tip toes to avoid being strangled. For hours the two blonde women swayed about, back to back, hanging by their weakening fingers, perched on their failing toes. When ever one of the girls lowered her ankles or lost her balance the other girl was strangled until they both could regain their footing.
Their fingers were wet with blood as they tried to pull themselves up the strangling rope. The blood ran in streams down their arms and taut bodies dripping to a pool at the feet. The weakening beauties writhed about as they fought for their lives. The men were ready to break camp and were losing patience with the struggling pair. The men wanted to see which woman would succumb first.
To speed the process first one and then the other girl was stabbed by the sharp end of a whittled spear. A thrust of the weapon into Sharon’s lower belly brought a strangled cry of agony from the blonde girl and set in motion a dance of the two women as they struggled their balance. Blood poured from the gapping wound in Sharon’s abdomen as she fought to keep from passing out from the pain. The pair had managed to regain their toes and were gulping in huge quantities of air when Kimberly was gouged across the tops of both of her pert young breasts. As red blood spurted from the open wounds Kimberly tried to twist her body away from the spear. She lowered her ankles as a strangled shriek caught in her constricted throat.
Sharon was fighting to remain conscious as large amounts of blood puddled at her feet. The suddenness of the strangling rope around her neck started her world spinning. Everything she saw turned red then slowly blurred as she faded into darkness. The one-hundred-ten-pound girl’s knees buckled as she fell forward, no longer aware of the choking rope around her neck. Her body continued to twitch and spasm as the blood was stopped from flowing to her brain and her lungs received no oxygen.
As the heavier girl toppled the one-hundred-pound blonde was lifted into the air. Her slender lags kicked high in the air and her dangling body contorted about in an effort to regain leverage with the ground. Blood sprayed the air in front of her wounded breasts as she writhed about like a puppet on the string. She was pulled higher and higher into the air by the weight of the dying girl behind her. Fifteen-year-old fingers clawed at the rope as she tried to relieve the constricting rope’s tightening grasp.
For nearly a minute the five-foot-one-inch golden haired beauty thrashed and bled. Her tiny fingers after some time slid down the rope and her struggles slowly come to nothing. Her nearly transparent hazel eyes opened wide as her tiny blood splattered body became motionless.
To be continued…
Unfair Game Part 5
Pamela and Candy are hunted…
At Raul’s camp 9am meant it was time to arrange another hunt. This hunting party was comprised of two knife wielding Nicaraguan businessmen with an obsession for redheaded women. Raul met their well-paid demands by providing two of the captured red haired girls. Pamela McNeal was twenty-nine, Candy Connors eleven years her junior. The two women were dragged from their cages and brought to the main gate.
The elder girl’s hair was a dark auburn. Her oval shaped face was framed by the short cropped tresses whose feathered tips brushed lightly against her smooth unblemished cheeks. Pam’s dark green eyes glared out from under her arched eyebrows giving her a look of bewilderment that belied her hostility and anger. A small round mouth was clinched tightly shut beneath a mini-roman nose. Pamela’s light green shorts were smudged and dirty. She wore a faded red tank top that wrapped tightly around her curvaceous frame. Her left hand and wrist was splinted protecting fingers and wrist broken during the crash landing. Pam stood five-foot-seven, three inches taller than her young friend.
Young Candy’s hair was a bright orange color trailing off her narrow shoulders and far down her back in gently swirling curls. Candice Conner’s one-hundred-ten pound body was a freckled work of art. Her short frame was an hourglass shape with hips that flared outward from her tiny waist and breasts that seemed a bit too full for her small physique. Her skin glowed pink from the myriad of brightly speckled flecks of ginger and reddish-brown. Her grey-green eyes were filled with tears that cascaded down her smooth cheeks. Candy had a tiny nose that turned up slightly at its tip. Her mouth was full with her lower lip protruding slightly giving her a permanent pout. The eighteen-year-old wore cut-off blue-jeans and a filthy white V-neck Blouse whose open neck exposed the tops of her superb breasts.
The young girl held tightly the hand of her older friend as Raul described the hunt as he had done the previous day for the first hunt prey. Pamela began to protest but a nod from Raul brought a rifle butt from one of the guards slamming into her side. The blow to her kidney dropped the one-hundred-twenty-five pound girl to one knee and cut short her rebellion with a sharp cry of pain. Candy helped the moaning woman to her feet as both red-heads were given canteens and knives before they were released at the main gate. For the next six hours the two fleeing girls kept to a trail that led them deeper into Angola.
When two Nicaraguans and two trackers left the compound in pursuit six hours later the girls had a nineteen mile head start. The girls had run the first hour before they were slowed by heat and thirst. They decreased their progress to a slow walk as the day progressed. By dark that first day the women had journeyed beyond thickly foliaged jungle valleys to a broad flat plateau whose vegetation consisted on short grasses interspersed infrequently by small clumps of trees.
They had come thirty miles since leaving the compound. They found a small cluster of trees and vegetation surrounding a shallow depression. At the center of this oasis was a stagnant pool of brackish water. The heat and effort expended by the tired women caused the quality of the water to not matter at all. The two red-heads settled into their rest area for the night.
Neither of the women was aware that the two trackers had covered the same thirty miles and knew of their exact location as night fell. While the girls tried to sleep the trackers brought the two Nicaraguans quietly up to and then beyond where the women lay. Much later that night and several miles farter on down the trail another small oasis became the blind for the hunters to wait in hiding for the red haired prey. By midnight the trap was set and the hunters settled in to eat and sleep until morning re-lit the trail.
When the sun awoke Pam and Rachel from their sleep the two redheads surveyed their situation. They heard and saw no sign of the men pursuing them so they decided to continue their flight in a southerly direction. Brackish water from a stagnant dew pond filled their canteens as the hungry duo resumed their trek. The terrain they ventured into rose slightly from the oasis site before flattening into a seemingly endless flat plain. The sun rose higher into the sky sending the temperature soaring like the buzzards circling in the thin air high above.
No trees for shade and the coarse brown grass cutting their already sore feet made for a daunting journey. In the face of these hardships the girls soldiered on forcing themselves to the limits of their endurance. With no trail to follow the girls walked side by side keeping the sun to their left. Pam’s long legs ached from the cramped sleeping position she was forced into the previous night. She tried to lengthen her stride to stretch her muscles back into shape. Her nearly burgundy colored hair swept back from the ivory colored skin of her face tied back behind her head by a light blue band. The soft pony-tail of hair swayed across the tall girl’s shoulders as she walked occasionally sweeping across her chest as she swung her head to the left or right.
Her injured wrist and fingers were still swollen and she was careful to avoid bumping her hand into her round hips as she swung her arms. The young woman surveyed the ground searching for sighs of civilization or another water hole. Her blue eyes were rimmed red from lack of sleep and exhaustion.
Beside her young Rachel stumbled along. The eighteen-year-old girl’s orange hair brushed the tops of her shoulders completely surrounding her pretty face as it curled together at the front of her neck. Her dirty V- collared blouse exposed the tops of her large breasts. No bra restrained the fat globes allowing them to sway about as she walked. The five-foot-four-inch girl’s light brown eyes were huge. They were open especially wide as she joined Pam in searching the horizon for any sign of shelter or water.
By 8am the young women were within sight of the oasis where the hunters were hiding. The men readied their throwing knives in anticipation. These peculiar knives had fat four-inch long blades attached below a flat to a short four-inch leather gripped handle. The weapons were perfectly balanced for throwing accuracy but they required special skill at target acquisition to enhance their effectiveness. The men knew that using these weapons to bring down a moving target gave the girls a distinct advantage. Once a girl was hit by the weapon and immobilized she could become an easier target but a fleeing girl was more than just a little problematical.
As the girls came closer the men conferred and decided to focus their attention on the taller of the young women. Their plan was to stay hidden until the victims were within thirty-feet and then to rise together and throw their first knives at the tall redhead. If she was hit and went down the men would target the second girl before she moved out of their knife throwing range. If the first girl did not fall with the first barrage the second knives would target her again. The men carried twelve knives each. Their intent was to take up the chase of either or both women until they succeeded in bringing both women to ground.
Rachel first saw the small stand of trees in the distance and directed her path toward the oasis. Pam stayed close by Rachel’s side. The girls’ thoughts were on the potential for a fresh water supply as they closed on the tree stand. The redheads were side by side when the two men suddenly jumped up from behind some brush. The startled women saw the men throw something toward them in the same instant. Both women pulled up short and turned quickly to retrace their path away from the men.
Rachel made good her turn and began running when she heard a yelp of pain coming from Pam. Pamela had re-flexibly thrown up her arms to protect herself when the first knife was thrown. She blocked the knife blade with her forearm. The razor sharp knife sliced into her arm before it was defected away. The second knife struck the five-foot-seven-inch woman as her body turned. Only the handle of the weapon slammed into her fleeing body.
Rachel looked back to see her friend hit by the first volley of knives. The wounded girl seemed to be making good her escape. But before she had managed half a dozen staggering steps the men launched two more knives the twenty-nine- year-old girl’s back. Almost simultaneously both knife blades smite the fleeing girl. One knife stuck her at an angle carving into her upper arm at the shoulder. The cater-cornered attack caused the blade to cut only an inch into the woman’s flesh before pulling free from the wound. The spiraling knife left in its wake several inches of jaggedly gashed flesh.
A second cry of pain that started to form in the redheaded girls throat was changed to an intense groan of agony as the second knife found its mark. The four-inch blade buried itself deep in Pam’s upper thigh at the base of her round buttock. The razor sharp weapon split open the leg of Pamela’s green shorts before tearing open a hole in her leg that was nearly as wide as it was deep. The force of the heavy knife driving into her body and the incredible pain of the gash in her leg nearly dropped the woman to one knee. Several sideways steps were needed to correct her equilibrium. With great effort the one-hundred-twenty-five pound beauty stumbled on following after young Rachel who by now was thirty feet in front and pulling farther away with each step.
The burgundy pony-tail swirled about as Pam looked back at her pursuers who were now four strong. Two of the trackers joined with the hunters chasing after the injured girl. The blood gushing wound in her leg was slowing her pace as she limped on. Blood sprayed from the knife hilt and ran down the back of her gouged thigh as she ran. Her fear and the pain she felt combined to turn her world red at the edges. To Pam time seemed to slow, she seemed to be running in slow motion, she could not will herself to move faster. She could hear the ragged breath and pounding boots of her attackers as they closed in on her.
Then suddenly the two hunters sprinted past the staggering woman. They were intent upon younger prey, the eighteen-year-old beauty rushing away ahead of them. For an instant the wounded woman was relieved and confused. She watched as the two hunters chased after her friend. They were nearly one-hundred-feet behind the fleet footed Rachel. Pamela started to slow her progress when she was suddenly struck from behind by the side of a rifle stock. In her pain induced fog she had forgotten about the two trackers she had seen only seconds earlier.
The first man to get close to her had taken the muzzle of his rifle and had swung it like a baseball bat. The rifle stock glanced off Pamela’s damaged shoulder then slammed into the side and back of her head. She was again side-stepping to regain her balance as a result of the blow when the second tracker dove at her legs in an attempted tackle. With only one arm free, the other carried his rifle, the tracker managed to grab the girl’s leg just below the knee and pull the staggering girl down. The redhead was forced to her knees while one tracker wrapped his arms around her thighs and the other black man rounded her upright body. He came to rest in front of Pamela, his rifle butt drawn back in a premeditated strike at her upper body.
Both of Pam’s slender arms reached forward to ward off the blow. She yelped in pain as they bore the brunt of the damage the weapon yielded. Her yelp became an anguished cry that poured from her red lips as a bone in one arm was cracked and the bloody wound in her shoulder was also ripped open. A second thrust of the rifle butt avoided the girl’s injuries but smashed into her red tank top at the neck. The anguished cry became a gurgling groan as the battered woman’s voice box absorbed the blow.
Pamela’s dark blue eyes, wide with pain and fear, saw a third rifle punch as it descended from above. The weapon slammed into her belly below her short shirt burying deep into her soft flesh. A gurgled whoosh of air was pushed from her lungs as her body doubled over and she fell forward onto her face. The two trackers quickly tied their victim’s arms behind her back as she struggled to regain her breath. Once she was secured the men pulled the knife from her thigh extracting a choked scream of agony from the girl. The blood gushing gash was wrapped tightly with a length of bandage and secured in place with a leather strap.
Satisfied that her wounded leg was tourniqueted the black trackers pulled the bloodied girl to her feet by her long red pony-tail. While she groaned and fought against their ministrations her arm and shoulder wounds were splintered and bandaged. At the completion of their medical applications most of the five-foot-seven-inch girl’s hemorrhaging was stopped. One black man grabbed the front of the twenty-nine-year-old girl’s tank top and dragged her along behind him. The trailing black man jabbed this rifle muzzle at the girl’s light green shorts between her two rounded buttocks forcing a strangled yip from the victim with each thrust.
By the time the ill-fated woman had been marched back to the center of the oasis her red tank top had been pulled down to her waist exposing both cream colored and orange freckled breasts. The trackers untied and then retied her wrists to an overhanging tree branch. Pam was defenseless as the two men amused themselves by pinching and slapping her luscious breast flesh. Pam’s body was subjected to repeated probing and prodding that included finger penetrations of both vaginal and rectal openings. When the men completed their exploratory assault of her body the redhead’s tank top was pulled back up her body to cover the bruises inflicted on her mistreated orbs. Leaving the wounded girl dangling the men would wait for the return of the hunters and young Rachel to continue their assault of the hapless twenty-nine-year old.
They would have to postpone their depravity for some time as the athletic eighteen-year old was increasing the distance from her pursuers each passing minute. For more than half an hour the young girl ran until she was bathed in sweat. Her V-neck blouse was completely soaked outlining her large breasts inside the wet cloth. Normally the one-hundred-ten pound beauty could continue this pace for several hours but the lack of food, rest and water were taking their toll. Much like an overextended long distance runner suddenly Rachel’s young body hit the wall. She could not seem to get enough air in her lungs to keep up the pace. Her trim legs seemed to be running in deep sand even though the hard packed clay beneath her feet had not changed for miles.
As the youngster’s pace slowed her track became more erratic. Unknowingly she was no longer running in a straight line away from her pursuers. Her large brown eyes searched the terrain behind her but she was unable to see anyone following her. She slowed to a walk as the lack of water caused her to become more and more disoriented. For several minutes Rachel wandered aimlessly in no general direction. Then the young girl stopped and dropped slowly to the ground.
The orange colored hair that framed her face was plastered to her wet skin. As she fell frontward the damp hair swept ahead covering her face in its sodden embrace. Trembling in fatigue the girl sank to the ground with her knees pulled up under her, her body bent forward as her head bowed towards the ground. She sobbed softly as she rested her exhausted body. She was not allowed to rest for long.
The hunters had anticipated her over-exuberant flight and in giving chase they had paced themselves accordingly. They allowed their prey to gain some distance initially but with the sure knowledge that the gain would soon be lost and would result in the girl’s lack of longevity. They kept in visual contact with the redhead by keeping to the high ground. When their prey began to slow and weave they split up and directed their pursuit to move ahead of the slowing girl. While Rachel kept looking back to find the hunters following her, the men were already to her front and were carefully working their way back towards her.
As she knelt unprotected in the flattened grass of the desert plateau the knife wielding men crept up upon her from divergent sides. They were about fifty feet to either side of the one-hundred-ten-pound girl when they suddenly rose up each with a throwing knife at the ready. Rachel heard one of the men and turned her head towards the noise. She saw the hunter and jumped to her feet turning to run with a startled cry. She had completely spun away when the hunter loosed his knife. The spinning weapon sliced across her back at the shoulder blades. The sharp blade cut across the back of her shirt and tore a quarter inch deep gash in freckled flesh as it hurled past the turning girl.
The burning pain of the wound straightened Rachel’s back as she pulled away from the knife strike. Her startled cry changed to a scream of pain as she struggled to keep to her feet. Her bright orange hair swept across her face as she looked back at her assailant. Through the reddish locks the wounded girl saw the man behind her as she began to run away from him. She made only one step forward when a sharp burning pain weakened her knees. She staggered forward momentarily before dropping to one knee. The second hunter in front of the fleeing girl had thrown his knife from a distance of only thirty feet. The knife blade sliced through the waist band of the girl’s cut-off jeans and burrowed two-and-one-half inches into her narrow waist.
The force and pain of the strike turned the one-hundred-ten-pound body sideward. Reaching for the ground to keep from falling Rachel pushed herself back to both feet and began a headlong sprint away from both hunters. The knife embedded in her side caused the girl great discomfort. With each pounding step the pain increased. A stream of blood ran down her side staining her cut-off shorts before streaking down her thigh. The wound in her back splattered blood splotches across the back of her blouse.
Both hunters rearmed themselves on the run as they chased after her. Her adrenaline was again pumping and the young girl stayed forty or fifty yards ahead of the men until the knife in her side tore loose and fell away from her gouged body. The knife blade left behind an open three inch wide cut that spurted copious amounts of blood. Soon Rachel’s entire leg was smeared in crimson gore. Her cut-off jeans soaked with her red blood the girl ran on another minute before the loss of blood began to take its toll. Her strides became less powerful and she struggled to keep running in a straight line.
As the hunters began to close the distance to the fleeing girl they prepared another set of razor-sharp knives for action. From thirty feet away the hunters threw their weapons at the five-foot-four-inch girl. Accuracy on the run was not to be expected and neither blade landed exactly on target. One knife flew high and brushed past the girl’s red hair at ear level with no damage inflicted. The second blade spun into the back of a freckled leg slicing into the upper calf before pulling free, The strike left behind a wound one-inch deep and two-inches across.
The hunting knife passing by her head and the sharp pain in her leg brought Rachel momentarily back from her dizziness. She pulled herself together for another dash to safety. Her effort was short lived and within thirty-seconds she was again slowing down and swerving about in her escape path.
A third attack was launched by the pursuing hunters. From only twenty-feet behind the girl two thrown knives found their target at almost the same instant. One knife struck high into the one-hundred-ten-pound girl’s shoulder near her neck. The blade tore flesh and muscle apart as it penetrated two-and-one-half-inches before spinning out of the wound. The second strike sliced opened Rachel’s buttock landing dead center in the soft rounded flesh. The blade penetrated nearly the full four-inches of its length.
A piercing shriek of pain escaped from between wide open lips as the girl tumbled to the ground. The twin strikes propelled her body forward faster than her tired legs to keep up and she fell face and chest first into the uneven dirt. Her arms stretched out in front of her to catch her fall were of little help as she crashed to the ground. She slid along the hard packed soil for several feet, the rocky ground tearing away her clothing and flesh.
Rachel’s head was spinning as she came to rest. She could not focus her eyes as the wounds she had earlier experienced had drained away large quantities of her blood. Her body felt as if it were on fire as the pain from several points became all encompassing. She could hear the voices of the hunters and felt them pulling and tugging at her body. Then the voices faded away and darkness engulfed her. The butchered young woman whimpered and groaned herself into unconsciousness.
Lying on her scratched and bruised face the redhead make tiny mewing sounds as the men explored her body and then bandaged her many wounds. To bandage the rounded buttock the girl’s blood soaked shorts were literally cut off her hips. Once most of the bleeding on the back of her body was stopped the young beauty was pulled to her feet and her front examined. One side of her pretty face from ear to the tip of her up-turned nose had been scratched and bruised from the fall. Her V-neck white blouse was shredded and torn across her chest and belly. The torn material revealed similar tears to the flesh beneath. Her full breasts and flat belly bore many scratches and scrapes. Naked below the blouse the girl showed a thin patch of orange fur that almost covered her pubic mound was smeared with blood that leaked from the wound in her butt. Streaks and smears of blood marred the beauty of her long slender legs but no serious wounds were discovered there.
The unconscious beauty was hoisted to the hunters’ shoulders and carried back to where her friend Pamela was abused and dangling by her wrists. It was not yet noon but already the temperature had risen to ninety-degrees. The hunters were hot and hungry and decided to relax, cool off and eat. The horny trackers were more than willing to amuse themselves abusing the two redheads while their employers rested.
Rachel was tied so that her body arched backward over a very low hanging branch. Stakes were driven into the ground to secure her wrists and ankles. Her legs were secured about two feet apart while the rough back of the tree branch dug gouges into the small of her back. Her slender freckled thighs were spread exposing her softly haired vagina. The teenaged girl’s scratched and abraded breasts rose prominently from her arched chest. When the men were finished binding the youngster they split up with one fiend remaining with Rachel while the other tormenter diverted his attentions of the quietly sobbing Pamela.
The first man busied himself ripping away what remained of Rachel’s Blouse from her unconscious body while the second man sawed his knife between Pamela’s breasts cutting away her red tank top. With her arms tied above her to the overhead branch Pam twisted her body away from the assailant as best she could. She flailed her legs kicking at the man abusing her body and cried out for him to stop his assault. Once her tank top was sliced apart it and torn away from her body the knife wielding man turned his attention to her flailing legs. Catching her left leg at the knee with his right hand, he tucked it in under his armpit clamping his arm tight to hold the leg in place. Once her left leg was secured he repeated the process with her right leg. Holding both legs tight to his side with his upper arms he retrieved his knife from its belted sheath. Pamela’s long burgundy pony tail swirled wildly as she tried to twist away or pry her legs free. She pleaded with her attacker to leave her alone, then screamed in pain when the deep wound in her upper thigh was torn open by her struggles.
Tears flowed from her large blue eyes as the tracker wedged the sharp point of his knife between her soft thigh and the cotton material of her tight green shorts. With the cutting edge of the blade facing away from her leg the knife carefully cut through the material up her thigh then not so carefully dug a furrow into her lower abdomen. At the waist-band of the shorts the black tracker sawed the material until it split and fell away from her round hip. Blood dripped from the narrow cut at her waist. The tracker repeated the shredding process on Pam’s other thigh. On this attempt the sadistic fiend was more careless and his blade ripped open flesh as well as green cloth before the tattered shorts were finally pulled free from the terrified redhead’s hips. The painful process was even more agonizing because the dried blood from her earlier wound had seemingly glued the green shorts to her trembling thigh.
The black tracker surveyed his victim as he re-sheathed his knife. The thick dark fur secreting the tender slit between her legs was the same burgundy color as her pony-tail except where it was tinged in bright red from the blood of her wounds. Dropping down beside the girl the tracker’s hands began to explore her hidden pubic mound plunging one and then two and finally three fingers between her tight vaginal lips. His other hand busied itself unbuckling his belt and lowering his trousers to his knees.
While the long limbed girl struggled to pull her legs free the powerful man slowly lowered the redhead down onto his up-thrust penis. Pam screamed and shrieked as the large flesh spear was forced deep into her immobilized body. When the huge cock was fully embedded its fat nine inch length nearly reached the back of her womb. Once inside the slender white body the rapist released the girl’s legs then wrapped his powerful fingers tightly around her narrow waist. Flexing his knees he repeatedly pulled away and then slammed his thick black penis back into the torn wound between the redheaded girl’s thighs.
One black hand held the tormented girl at the waist while the second hand sought out and found the nipple of one firm breast. Dirt encrusted fingers scratched and tore at the bud until the tattered pink flesh oozed droops of blood. By the time the brute had vented his lust the battered girl was out cold. Her long pony-tail hung from the back of her up-turned head reaching down her back to the top curves of her buttocks. Her swollen blue eyes were partly closed with streaks of tear trails marring her lightly freckled cheeks.
With her head dangling back Pam’s lacerated breast tips pointed skyward as tiny crimson rivulets snaked down the round orbs before pooling on her flat smooth belly. Her abused vagina sagged slackly open as a gash in the delicate orifice dripped a pink mixture of blood and semen down the outside of one thigh. The knife wound in the back of that slender thigh still drained fresh blood which passed through scarlet splashed gore on its way down the length of her leg.
Pam was left hanging unconscious while her attacker joined his fellow tracker in a grisly quest of raping and sodomizing young Rachel. During Pam’s assault the younger girl was being stripped and attacked by the other tracker. The black man pulled the last of her tattered clothing off her chest exposing her huge freckled breasts. He proceeded to knead his hands into her soft flesh pinching and mauling the budging mounds. His ministrations slowly brought the five-foot-four-inch redhead back to a conscious state.
Tethered as she was Rachel could do little to ward off the torment. She tried to twist her body away from the tracker while sobbing, screaming and begging the black man to stop. As she writhed the tree limb to which she was tied was gouging splinters into the flesh of her arched back, her breasts were being twisted and pulled away from her chest. The black began digging his dirty fingers deep into her narrow slit, with obvious delight at the one-hundred-ten-pound girl’s shrieks and wails for mercy.
The black sadist dug his fingernails into the soft warm sides of her vagina until he felt her torn flesh turn sticky with blood. Only two of his thick fingers would fit into the tiny opening. He could push no more fingers into the tiny slit even after his brutal assault lasted more than two minutes. Her screams of pain increased and then faded with her strength until only her open mouth and wildly contorting body gave evidence of her misery.
In his effort to stretch the poor girl’s vagina even further the black man hooked one finger from each of his powerful hands into the bloodied opening and pulled the opening apart with all his strength. Rachael was pulled clear of the tree branch, suspended by her vagina and in such agony she could utter no sound. The black’s vicious effort tore the tender vagina opening apart far enough that the tracker could push three and then finally four of his thick fingers into her bloody maw.
More than satisfied with the results of his abuse the black fiend quickly lowered his pants and began fisting his large, thick penis. Once her attacker removed his punishing hands from her body the pain she felt reduced enough that once again Rachel could scream and plead for mercy. Her large brown eyes were wet with tears as she watched the black brute mount her slender body. In an instant the tip of the black penis touched her blood smeared vaginal lips before being thrust deep into the torn slit. The large man drove deeper and deeper into the freckled teenager’s warm bloody hole. By the tenth stroke the man had buried his cock to its eight inch length. Subsequent jabs of the fleshy pole knocked the girl’s slender body breathless while the tree bark behind her tore jagged wounds in her velvet soft flesh.
Agonized grunts and wheezes gushed from between her parted lips until her head slumped backward and her orange tinted hair brushed the ground. Her rapist continued his assault disregarding her unconscious slump. As he reached his climax his hands sought out her large breasts squeezing them savagely in a final assault on the one-hundred-ten pound body. Young Rachel drifted in and out of consciousness while the first tracker finished his assault, and then suffered repeated brutality when the second tracker took his place lacerating and ravaging her blood splattered pussy.
When both men were finished and satisfied they were instructed to position the girls for what the hunters termed ’target practice’. Pam’s long body was moved up to a higher branch. She was hung by both wrists so that her swaying toes were a full foot above the ground. Rachel was hung with her arms twisted behind her back. She bent forward at the waist, her slender back arched in pain. The eighteen-year-olds large breasts hung down below her twisted body. She slowly regained wakefulness groaning and crying out in her discomfort.
The hunters did not wait for Pamela to return to consciousness beginning their target practice by spinning their daggers into non-lethal parts of her limp body. A razor sharp blade sliced into the front of the twenty-nine-year-olds thigh just an instant before a second knife blade buried itself in her upper arm just above her elbow. The double points of pain brought the beautiful target to life. Her blue eyes gushed tears that flooded down her cheeks as her screams of agony were punctuated by the sounds of cold steel thudding into her soft flesh. The hunters punctured the wildly thrashing body repeatedly. Jagged holes were gouged and carved into her calves, thighs, shoulders and arms. The knives arrived from all angles leaving her writhing body cross-crossed with streaks of crimson gore.
Not satisfied with only one target the hunters changed their aim from the older girl to the one-hundred-ten pound speckled teenager. Rachel’s twisting at the end of her tether set her two freckled breasts swaying beneath her pleading body. The five-foot-four-inch redhead’s dangling breasts became their new target. Her blood curdling scream signaled that the first blade had carved into her breast meat sending a trail of red blood out from the wound. More knives found their target as her fleshy breasts were lacerated and cut to pieces. Many of the knife blades tore into the girl flesh and just a quickly fell out of the wounded girl .After some time only three blades remained imbedded in the gore spattered sacks. Rachel was nearly hoarse from screaming and wailing as the hunters continued their grizzly pleasures.
For the next two hours the women were subjected to hundreds of knife strikes. Both men took care to target non-lethal areas or the extremities of their mutilated bodies. A loss of blood soon had both women swooning and going into shock. As their screams diminished and their bodies no longer jerked and spasmed with each slashing cut the hunters began to tire of their game. The men determined to bring the women back to consciousness before they were finally dispatched to meet their maker.
Pam became reanimated for a short period of time when a knife blade was buried to the hilt just below her navel. Her screams changed to a blood spraying gurgle when a knife dug deep into her throat. She was dead when a barrage of knives burrowed into her rib cage front and back. Rachel was sliced across her soft freckled cheek when she twisted her head away from a knife throw at her large brown eyes. Soon thereafter multiple knifes tore into her chest nearly severing one wounded breast from her gyrating body. A four inch blade buried itself into the back of her neck severing her vocal cords before its tip protruded from the front of her throat. Her assaulted body continued to twitch long after her heart stopped beating. The women were left where they hung, a gift to the foraging animals in the jungle.
Unfair Game Part 6
Debra, Sarah, Andrea, Erica and Angela into the darkness…
At Raul’s base camp five of the downed airliner captives were being outfitted and set free to be hunted. Twenty-one-year-old Debra Darnell was a raven haired girl five-foot-three in height with generously proportioned breasts and flashing dark brown eyes. She was accompanied by twenty-year-old Sarah O’Shea and eighteen-year-old Andrea Li. Sarah was as blonde and light skinned as Andrea was dark haired with an olive complexion. The final two targets were seventeen-year-old Erica Smith and fifteen-year-old Angela Gonzales. Both girls had dark hair and were delightfully attractive.
The five victims were to be hunted by two pistol hunters who would pursue the five beauties alone with no help from Raul’s trackers. The women were given the usual six hour head start. There were at a disadvantage from the start in that both Andrea and Angela had earlier suffered sprained ankles. Walking splints had been fashioned that allowed the two injured women to hobble on at about half a normal walking pace. Both struggling girls needed walking support from the other girls. The hunters were disadvantaged in not being assisted by trackers which would offset their unencumbered mobility.
Debra and Sarah as the oldest members of the girls assumed leadership roles. They chose to flee north and head for Zaire where they hoped to find civilization and safety. Even with the injured girls in tow they would try to travel twenty miles a day, reaching Zaire in four or five days. They determined to find a north/south running river or creek that would give them drinking water and cover their tracks from their pursuers. The five girls struggled onto a northbound trail with Debra leading the way and Erica assisting Angela while Sarah cared for the injured Andrea. After five hours they rested in a tiny open area off the trail while Debra reconnoitered the trail ahead.
Sarah could hear rushing water after pushing ahead nearly half a mile. She quickly returned to the resting girls and together they moved forward on the trail until they came to a small river. The women drank their fill of the cool water and then carefully made their way upstream. Progress was considerably slowed by the unstable footing along the river bank. By the time the sun was setting they had traveled only two miles since leaving the trail. As darkness settled into the jungle the five young women found a flat open area beside the river and stopped for the night. The frightened women comforted one another as they quietly listened to the sound of animals calling in the night. No sign or sound from the pistol hunters was detected.
What the women did not know was that an even greater danger had been hunting them stealthfully since they had entered the river valley. The chosen escape route had led the girls into territory controlled and harvested by a tribe of blood thirsty warriors and part-time cannibals. A few of the natives watched and waited quietly throughout the night while their brethren prepared traps up river for the unsuspecting beauties. While the girls fitfully slept several lethal entanglements were being assembled.
Doubling the young women’s problems was their choice of staying on a northbound course. The two pistol hunters had no problem tracking their prey and were only two miles behind the women at the site where the girls had encountered the river. When the sun rose the five girls would walk themselves into set traps to their front and be hunted with pistols from behind.
The jungle heat faded as the night progressed. The thinly clad girls huddled tightly together to retain body heat. They spent a restless night without much sleep. Before the sun rose the five girls departed their overnight camp. By the time the sun was above the distant horizon the girls had traversed two miles. Erica led the way while assisting fifteen-year-old Angela who limped along on makeshift crutches. Following close behind came Debra who helped the previously raped and abused Andrea Li whose twice broken ankle was severally swollen and poorly splinted. The dark-haired girl grimaced and whimpered in pain with nearly each step she was forced to take. She clung tightly to Debra’s shoulder. Twenty-year-old Sarah followed the others a bit farther back, glancing over her shoulder repeatedly in search of the hunters.
The hunters were in fact closer than she suspected. So close were they that glimpses of Sarah’s pink shorts were frequently seen as she passed through the thick foliage along the river trail. The hunters crept closer to the women before veering away and increasing their stalking speed. They were intent upon putting the women between them and the river so they could charge into the women leaving their prey no direction to escape. For a short time the hunters stayed parallel the women keeping just out of sight. Andrea’s moans and groans as well as the chatter from the other girls made tracking them an easy chore. Once past the girl’s line of travel the hunters turned toward the river and with pistols at the ready waited for a soft target to appear.
Staying about ten yards distance from each other the hunters heard the first two girls pass them by. The next two girls, dark-haired Erica and Angela were forced by the narrowness of the trail to walk single-file down the path. Seventeen-year-old Erica led the way while fifteen-year-old Angela limped along about six feet behind. The older girl suddenly caught her foot on a vine strung across the trail and with a yelp of surprise tripped forward. She took two steps to keep her balance but by staying upright she became a target as stressed branches from five directions were released and swung at her body. The branches were studded with sharpened spikes protruding menacingly. From her lower and upper left and right as well as from directly above the hapless girl the branches honed in on the green-eyed girl.
Her yelp of surprise changed to a cry of pain as the two lower branches struck the seventeen-year-old. The right branch slammed into Erica’s knee just as she planted her foot. The combination of forces fractured the knee and twisted her body to the right. A fraction of a second later the second branch struck the one-hundred-pound girl. A spike from that branch tore through the material of Erica’s black mini-skirt digging deep into the soft flesh of her waist. The force of the strike drove the sharp spike completely though the girl’s narrow waist before tearing through the back of her skirt. The doubled-over girl was hurled backward toward her limping friend Angela.
The terrified fifteen-year-old watched in horror as her friend was tripped and then impaled by the trap. She was transfixed by the sight and did not see the upper branches of the trap as they descended toward her. A cry of pain gushed from her lips as the upper right branch swung into her shoulder, sharpened spikes slicing through her t-shirt in two places. One spike tore into the soft flesh just above her right arm pit while the second spike struck and fractured her left collar bone before burrowing a further four inches into her body. The young girl did not have time to react to the twin strikes when the upper left branch caught her across the side of her pretty face. A ragged spike tore open her soft cheek from just below her lip to her ear. The branch itself struck Angela in the eye knocking her backward. The spikes buried in her upper body kept the bloodied girl from falling to the ground. From directly above her the fifth branch narrowly missed her as hurtled passed her injured head.
The trap was fully sprung leaving behind the two girls with bloody spikes embedded in their soft flesh. Five-foot tall Erica was on her knees trying to lift her body upright. Blood gushed down one leg from beneath her gore stained skirt. Her other leg angled away grotesquely at the knee where the branch had shattered her patella. Her moans of pain were interspersed by gushes of blood filled coughing that spilled down the front of her grey shirt. The impaled beauty was slowly loosing consciousness as more and more blood drained away from her body. She slumped to her side as her world turned a dark red and then all light faded.
Behind Erica, Angela was just returning to consciousness from the impact of twin spear stabbing and the fearsome branch slamming into her head. She had deep wounds in her chest and her facial appearance. The blow to her face had been hard enough to break her eye socket and knock the fifteen-year-old senseless. Her return to consciousness was a painful journey. She groaned in agony as broken and cracked bones rebelled at their mistreatment. The side of her face was ripped open to the cheek bone and swollen. One brown eye was smashed and bruised. Her t-shirt was soaked in blood from the wounds to her head and upper body. She stood on her one good leg dangling precariously impaled on the spikes that ripped into her chest. The pain was too great for her to be able to pull her body free. The one-hundred-pound brunette was loosing blood from her wounds as quickly as little Erica had. She was becoming more and more unstable as she fought to regain her equilibrium. She saw her seventeen-year-old friend fade to unconsciousness and she held out for almost two minutes before she too lost her fight to stay awake. As she faded away she thought she heard the sound of explosions in the distance but she was too far gone to make much sense of the sounds.
The sounds of the trap being sprung alerted Debra and Andrea to the misfortune behind them. Debra turned back leaving Andrea behind as she sprinted toward the sounds. Limping Andrea tried to follow but soon found herself nearly fifty-feet behind. The two hunters crouched in the brush close to the trail. The sound of Debra running down the trail re-focused their attention. The first hunter had Debra in his sights as she approached. He led the five-foot-three-inch beauty in his sights and was just about to pull the trigger when he heard Andrea staggering down the trail behind her. Relaxing his finger he let Debra run by to become the prey of his cohort and turned his weapon toward the limping Asian girl.
At almost the same instant to two hunters fired their weapons. Debra was directly across from the second hunter who fired up at the running girl from his concealed position. His bullet nicked the back of the brunettes arm before it continued on into the under side of her breast. The bullet punched a small hole in the tender mammary before blasting out the top of the orb. The impact of the strike spun the girl away from the hunter who fired a second shot at the wounded girl. This time she was struck in the lower back near her spine. The projectile tore through her waist before ripping open the front of her tight fitting body shirt just below the gapping wound in her breast. The twin exit wounds sprayed a froth of blood and gore in front of the one-hundred-five-pound girl’s body. Driven forward by the force of the second bullet Debra lurched further off the trail and staggered toward the river’s bank. No sound came from the stricken girl’s lips as blood gushed into her throat filling her mouth with liquid gore. Her dark eyes were wide in pain and fear as she looked back at her limping friend Andrea.
She had fallen victim to the second hunters attack. The Oriental beauty’s erratic movement as she limped down the trail made her a difficult target. The hunter’s first shot struck a grazing blow to her shoulder ripping open the upper portion of the oversized shirt she wore She was spun away from the hunter who rapidly fired a second and third shot at the squealing girl. The second bullet hit the fleeing girl in her buttocks on the bottom curve of her partially exposed ass cheek before ripping open a diagonal gash across her lower back. The impact of the strike caused Andrea to arch her back sending the one-hundred-three pound girl sprawling forward toward the river. As she was driven forward she fought to stop her momentum as she neared the edge of the river bank. Her injured ankle twisted beneath her body as she stumbled on. She reached out with her arms to catch her fall snapping her already broken wrist in the process. Screaming in agony the bruised and bloodied girl had almost stopped her forward progress when the third bullet tore into the back of her shapely thigh. The upward traveling bullet ripped apart the soft flesh of the youngster’s inner thigh before exploding from the injured limb and spinning into Andrea’s smooth flat belly. Blood spewed from wound to her buttocks, shoulder, thigh, back and stomach as she tumbled head over heels over the edge of a steep embankment into the rushing river below. Her scream of pain ended as she disappeared beneath the rushing torrent. Her fading cries were heard in the distance as her body was smashed and pulverized by the violent flow of water which forced her into the boulders mid-stream and craggy cliffs encasing the river. Then only the rushing water was heard, and she was gone.
Debra’s mind was unable to comprehend what her eyes had seen. The front of her cut-off jeans were wet with blood that was pouring from the huge hole in her breast. She dropped to her knees at the edge of the river bank her head bowed forward. One shaky hand clutched at her mutilated breast trying unsuccessfully to stem the blood. Her world was filled with pain as her senses reeled she began to lose consciousness. She looked back at the hunter who was preparing to put another bullet into her body. The hunter held his fire as Debra slowly fell forward tumbling over the edge of the river bank. She was quickly swept downstream into the same jagged rocks and cliff edge that had claimed her friend Andrea.
The hunters watched the girls disappear into the river chasm then returned to the two women impaled on the cannibal spikes. They came upon the body of Angela who lay on her back, both legs bent beneath her. Large wounds in her chest still pumped blood that soaked her once white t-shirt. Her wavy mid-length black hair was splattered with blood that had sprayed from the gash in the side of her once-beautiful face. Leaving Angela where she lay the hunters followed the trail to where Erica slumped over the branch that had sent a spike ripping completely through her one-hundred-pound body. Her black mini-skirt was ripped apart at the back by the protruding blood smeared skewer. Her thighs were smeared with bloody steaks that pooled at her knees beneath her body. Lifting the girl’s head by the hair brought no reaction from Erica. She was left with her friend for the trap-setting natives to discover.
The hunters retraced the trail looking for signs of Sarah, the fifth girl. The twenty-year-old blonde had heard the sounds of the sprung trap and had started to run toward the noise. When the screams stopped and gun-fire erupted the green-eyed girl turned away and ran back up the trail. More gun-shots caused the five-foot-one-inch beauty to run away even faster. After several minutes the exhausted girl stopped to catch her breath. She struggled to control her breathing so she could listen for sounds of impending danger. The dense jungle was close around her but she could hear unmistakable sound of someone or something approaching from the direction of the gun-fire. Quietly the one-hundred-five-pound girl moved off the trail and away from the river. Without a sound the little blonde pushed through the jungle farther and farther from the river. Soon she was deep within the dense foliage proceeding slowly and constantly listening for sounds emanating from behind her. Her long blonde hair competed with the thick brush to block her vision. She was oblivious of the scrapes and scratches to her exposed legs and body as she pushed deeper into the bush. Her bikini top and pink shorts offered little protection.
By 9AM the hunters had discovered Sarah’s track. They too left the trail behind and pushed off after the fleeing blonde. Up ahead young Sarah had already stumbled into one of the native’s traps. For more than two hours she had eluded the hunters to no avail. The twenty-year-old blonde had pushed blindly through the thick jungle until she came upon a small open area. She passed between two trees as she entered the clearing then suddenly she felt something encircle her ankle. With sudden force her leg was jerked forward and upward as the noose-like vine pulled her off balance and into the air. She was pulled up quickly saving her from having the back of her head smashed into the ground. Her long blonde hair trailed behind her as she hung upside down by her captured ankle.
Her surprised squeal had just exited her lips when her upward and forward motion came to an abrupt halt. Her one-hundred-five pound body was slammed back first into the thick trunk of a tall tree. In a fraction of a second the pretty blonde’s world exploded in a flash of red-pain and then everything went black. Suspended by one ankle the five-foot-one-inch blonde swung like a pendulum. Her unfettered leg splayed out from her pink shorts bending back toward the ground at the knee. Her arms hung limply down, entangled in swirls of blonde hair that nearly reached to the ground. A purplish bruise extended up the side of her leg and hip culminating at the shoulder. A trickle of blood oozing from several points on the bruise ran down her battered back staining the dangling golden tresses.
Sarah’s green eyes were nearly closed, her mouth slackly open when the two hunters caught up to the girl twenty minutes later. The hunter cut the unconscious girl down and with care carried her away from the territory controlled by the local natives. Taking turns carrying the lightly clad girl the hunters retraced their trail until they were more than five miles away from the river.
Sarah’s body was explored and abused by the two men even as they carried her limp form over their shoulders. Their thick fingers poked into her vagina and anus with such force that the unconscious girl’s body jerked in protest. She slowly returned to life as the pain being inflicted on her tender body caused her to whimper and cry out in misery. Sarah was dumped to the ground when the men reached a clearing. The fall stunned her momentarily but soon she recovered and twisted her body about writhingly on the ground while helplessly trying to escape the two assailants.
The girl was rolled onto her back while one man pinned her thighs to the ground with his body. The second man ripped away the remnants of Sarah’s clothing using his knife to jab and shred the material. The girl’s soft flesh was punctured and gouged by the hunters knife as she twisted and gyrated her body in trying to avoid his intent. The men marveled at the smooth roundness of the blonde’s buttocks even as they both pulled their own pants down. Sarah screamed as the first man pinned her body onto her back while his compatriot spread her thighs. With a savage lunge the man forced his thick penis into her small soft body. She was raped with abandon, her focus drawn to the pain and humiliation, as the second man lashed her wrists together with a strip of leather.
Her arms were tied above her head allowing the second man to fondle and pinch at her small pink nipples. The two mounds of white flesh soon bore the scratches of this mammary assault. The one-hundred-five-pound girl kicked her legs and twisted her lithe body in agony as the two hunters had their way with her. She was raped vaginally and anally repeatedly. Her body was scratched and mauled by both men before they satisfied their carnal urges. The blonde girl screamed and squealed as each man battered her tender body. The men pulled on her long hair, using it for leverage as their thick male organs pounded in and out of the brutalized beauty. The defenseless girl’s green eyes remained open but unfocused as her body and mind went into shock. The hunters retrieved her torn bikini top and tied it round her limp body. She was pulled to her feet by the hair. Her wrists were unbound and the leather strap used to tie the shredded pink shorts around her narrow waist. When the men had finished dressing the girl, one scratched and lacerated breast swung free from the confines of her tight bikini top. Her black and blue hip could be clearly seen through her ripped shorts. Crying and whimpering in pain Sarah was shoved and dragged down the trail leading back to Raul’s compound. It was after 7PM by the time the battered and bloody girl was thrown through the camp gate at the compound. She was taken immediately to the hospital by Raul’s staff. The hunters collected a small bounty on her return.
to be continued…
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