The Hunt

Isabelle was looking forward to another afternoon with Alina. But just as she was about to leave, her husband called out to her. 

“Where are you going?”

She had told him earlier, so this wasn’t a question out of idle curiosity. Feeling apprehensive, she smiled at him. “I’m seeing my friend Alina. I told you before.”

He pursed his lips. “What do you and your friend get up to every time you see each other?”

Her mind flashed back to the last time when she’d been so thoroughly fucked, she’d hardly been able to walk afterwards. That had been interesting to explain to her husband. 

“Oh, this and that.” She bent down to put on her shoes and flashed him another smile. “I’m late to meet her, so I’ll be off now.”

He didn’t budge, ignoring her very clear hint. “Does ‘this and that’ include making a film of a certain nature?”

His face didn’t give anything away, but a shiver ran down her spine. How had he seen the recording of last time’s shenanigans? And how had he recognised her? After all, she’d been blindfolded.

She could feel the heat creeping up her face and bent down pretending to faff with her shoes in order to hide her discomfort. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He grabbed her arm and pulled her up. “Yes, you do. You and Alina had a lot of fun last time, didn’t you? Especially you.”

She didn’t know what to say, so she kept her eyes on the ground. 

He lowered his voice to a growl. “I had no idea my wife was such a filthy whore.”

She flinched at the words, but when she looked up, she was surprised to see naked lust on his face. 

“I can’t believe you left me out of the fun. I had to see my wife be fucked by multiple man on a video. But this time I want to be part of it. I’m coming with you to see Alina.”

There was no point denying it, or trying to talk him out of coming. Not that she really wanted to. Having him present while she was being used like a filthy whore made it even more exciting. 

She squared her shoulders and looked him in the eye. “If you think you can handle it. I’m planning to get fucked a lot again.”

He didn’t flinch. “I would hope so.” Taking her hand, he pulled her towards the door. “Let’s go.”

If Alina was surprised that Isabelle’s husband had come along, she didn’t show it. Embracing Isabelle warmly, she kissed the other woman full on the lips. At first Isabelle felt a bit self conscious kissing her friend like this in front of her husband, but soon her blood started to heat and she returned her friend’s kiss with enthusiasm. 

When they let go, Isabelle’s panties were damp with lust. She gestured to her husband. “Alina, this is Sam, my husband.”

Alina nodded. “I know.”

“You know?” Isabelle felt confused. “How do you know each other?”

“We don’t, but I sent him the video of you getting fucked.” Alina looked at Sam. “Did you like it?”

“I loved it, which is why I’m here. I’d love to see the action in real life.”

Isabelle suddenly wasn’t sure she wanted this. It was one thing to be anonymous in a group of people, but to have her husband witness her abandon was totally different. She also wasn’t sure how she felt about Alina having contacted Sam, but now was not the time to analyse that.

Alina didn’t allow her time to feel uncertain. Grabbing both Isabelle and Sam by the arm, she led them into the building. “I have something very special planned.”

Isabelle warily allowed herself to be led inside. As soon as they got inside, it was abundantly clear what Alina had had in mind. The space they walked into was very brightly lit and there were a couple of cameras set up around a bed in the middle of the space. The bed had a black, rubbery sheet on it and restraints waiting to be used on her. At the other end of the room stood ten men, naked and very obviously excited about the prospect of fucking her. They were all very well endowed and most of them were lazily stroking their shafts. 

Sam whistled. “Impressive set up.”

Alina grinned at him. “Thanks. I know what I’m doing.”

“But you’re doing this to my wife.” He grabbed her and turned her towards him. “Shouldn’t you ask for my permission first?”

Isabelle had a protest ready on her lips, but Alina merely shrugged. “The slut knows what she wants. Why would I need to clear that with you?”

“Then what about me?”

“What about you? You want some action too?” Alina walked to the bed and pulled her dress over her head. “You can take me instead, if you want.” She bent over the bed, her ass in the air. “But only anal.”

To Isabelle’s shock, Sam didn’t hesitate. Pulling his pants down, he took place behind Alina and with one swift thrust, he was balls-deep inside her ass. As he thrust into her with hard strokes, he slapped her ample ass. The sound mixed with Alina’s cries of delight. 

Seeing her husband fuck her friend like this made Isabelle hot with lust. Wasting no time, she pulled  off her clothes and joined her friend on the bed. Alina was in the throes of passion, but when she saw Isabelle, she reached out for her. “Turn around and let me eat you out.”

Isabelle didn’t need to be told again and she did as her friend asked. Alina eagerly grabbed Isabelle’s thighs and buried her head between them. Pushing two fingers into her sopping cunt, she started eating out Isabelle’s ass. 

Pleasure swept through Isabelle and she moaned with delight. She was surprised at herself for loving getting her ass eaten. A few months ago she would have scoffed at the notion. But Alina was skilled with her tongue and fingers and soon, Isabelle could feel her first orgasm approach. 

But before she could get there, Sam grunted and swore. He had clearly come sooner than he’d expected and with a curse, he staggered away from the bed. 

Alina straightened up and slapped Isabelle’s ass hard. “Lay down.”

Isabelle was disappointed that she was denied her orgasm. She reluctantly lay down on the bed. 

Sam was off to the side, clearly trying to get his breath back after an amazing orgasm. He didn’t take any notion of what was happening with her. She wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or aggrieved at his apparent lack of concern for her. 

Alina quickly fastened her wrists and ankles to the restraints. She made sure Isabelle was spreadeagled, her arms and legs spread out as far as they could go. She then pulled a sex toy out of the bag she’d brought with her and turned it on. 

Isabelle felt Alina slit it inside and push it in place. The toy started sucking on her clit and she cried out. The part of the toy that was inside her buzzed against her G-spot while the suction on her clit was gentle at the moment, but Isabelle knew that toys like these could make her come spectacularly. She worried how she’d be able to take 10 men while coming hard from the toy.

She didn’t have much time to worry about that, as Alina motioned the first man forward. With a grin, the man took place between her legs. His coarse hands dug into the soft flesh of her thighs as he forced himself inside. There was nothing she could do but lie there as the man fucked himself with the use of her body. These men were not here to care about whether she got any pleasure from this or not. They just wanted to use her body to get off. 

“Fuck yes, treat her like the filthy whore she is.” Sam had come to stand next to the bed, his face lit up with eager lust. “She’s free to be used by whomever wants her.”

The combination of the suction toy and the hard thrusts of the man pushed her over the edge quickly. Her cunt spasmed and she cried out with the force of her climax. The man shot his load inside her and pushed himself off.

Alina joined Isabelle on the bed while the toy kept her orgasm going. She could barely think from the overstimulation, but Alina smoothed her hair from her face and kissed her. “Do you want to play a game?”

Her brain could barely make sense of what her friend was saying. “What game?”

“I think it would be more fun if these men had to work to get access to your wonderful body.” Alina started to undo the restraints. “I’ll give you a five minute start and then I’ll let the men loose. When they catch you, they can use you however they want.”

Isabelle swallowed. This sounded both exciting and dangerous. “I think I prefer staying here.”

Alina chuckled. “You don’t get a choice, my love. They will use you anyway, and if you stay here, they will have more energy to go hard on you. Trust me, you’ll want to run.”

She sat up, her head swimming from the orgasm which was still tearing through her.

Alina reached between her legs and removed the toy. “Don’t want you to give up too easily,” she murmured. Alina pulled her off the bed and shoved her shoes at her. “Put them on and get going.”

The urgency in her voice made Isabelle’s heart race and she pulled her shoes on. She hesitated as she caught sight of Sam. Alina followed her gaze and scoffed. “Don’t worry about him. I’ll make sure he’s occupied here.” 

Isabelle wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but Alina didn’t give her time to think. She dragged Isabelle to the door and gave her a shove. “Start running.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. An ancient instinct took over and she broke into a stride. There was only one way to go if she didn’t want to be seen by people on the street. Breaking through the first trees into a small forest, the branches whipped at her naked skin and the adrenaline pumped through her veins. Although she knew this was all just a game, her brain couldn’t quite comprehend this and sent signals to her body that were impossible to ignore. Her feet propelled herself forward without any input from her rational brain. 

She was in good shape, but the huge orgasm she’d just had had made her wobbly. As she tore through the forest, her lungs tried to take in as much air as possible, fuelling her muscles to go faster. Soon her skin was marred with cuts and bruises from various branches and bushes which whipped her as she flew past. 

It wasn’t long before she could hear sounds of pursuit. The loud voices of men sounded at the edge of the forest, coming closer. The men seemed to have no problem pushing through the bushes, and for a moment, she wondered if they’d been allowed to dress themselves. If that were the case, they’d be faster than her, as she had to try and avoid the denser areas in order to preserve her skin. 

Irrational fear gave her the energy she so sorely needed and she ran. The only thought in her mind was to get away from these men, these predators, as far as she could. The consequence of getting caught was nothing bad, but her instincts weren’t rational. All she could think of was the urgent need to get away. To flee before these predators. 

Her lungs feeling like they’d burst, she sped through a clearing, throwing herself into the dense growth behind it. Thorns snagged at her delicate skin, but she didn’t care. The men were coming closer, their shouts now clearly audible. 

“Let’s get that slut!”

“She’s over there!”

She made the mistake of looking over her shoulder and then her foot caught on a root and she fell flat on the dirt. Pain shot up her leg and she brushed some leaves out of her hair as she forced herself to move on. Her knee felt sore, but not bad enough to stop running, so she hobbled on as best she could.

As she reached another clearing, she considered stopping—just for a moment, just to catch a breath—but then the brush behind her rustled and a man stepped into the clearing. She backed away from him, scanning the edge of the clearing for an easy escape, but another man stepped out. Her heart pounded and panic threatened to overwhelm her. Pressing her nails into her palms, she turned to run, but it was no use. Everywhere she turned, a man appeared. She was surrounded. 

This was the end of the game, but her brain wouldn’t let go of the fight-or-flight response. Since there was nowhere else to flee, fighting was the only other option.

The first man reached her and grabbed her hand. “I caught her first, so I get to fuck her first.”

The other men didn’t say anything, but closed the circle around her. 

Isabelle pulled herself free and kicked the man’s shin. He winced, but made another grab at her. His hand closed like a vice around her upper arm. 

“Looks like we have a feisty one. Let’s teach her a lesson.”

With one swift kick, he threw her face down to the ground. The smell of damp dirt and leaves assailed her nostrils as the man pinned her to the ground. Forcing her legs apart, he pushed two fingers inside her cunt. 

“She’s wet already. This is going to be fun.”

He withdrew his hand and pulled her hips upwards. His knees dug into her calves as he kept her in place. Spreading her ass cheeks with his hands, he rammed his cock into her.

She winced as her ass stretched around his fat member. As he started fucking her, he pressed her harder into the cold dirt. Her tits scraped against twigs and stones and her knees dug painfully into the earth. Her ass burned with lack of lube as the man fucked her hard. There was nothing erotic about the moment, it was merely a victory fuck for this man. She felt humiliated and victimised as the man claimed his prize.

When he’d shot his load into her, another man took his place. To her relief, he claimed her cunt, but he wasn’t any less brutal with her. He fucked her hard, raining brutal blows on her ass and upper thighs. Her cries of pain were muffled by the bed of leaves.

The next man rolled her over onto her back and she winced as a rock rug into her hips. The man pinched her nipples, making her cry out with pain. He pushed her legs back as he rammed himself inside. Her cunt and ass were filling up with cum and she yet had to have an orgasm of her own. Her brutal treatment by these men exhilarated her, but her earlier orgasm prevented her from coming again too soon.

As the third man shot his load inside her, he bent his head and bit her nipple hard. Pain shot through her and made her head swim. 

As the fourth man pulled her up, he pushed her against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he held her in place as he pushed himself inside. 

She was sore, bleeding from various cuts, and bruised all over, but she’d never felt more alive. Every inch of her body was on fire and as the man bottomed out inside her over and over, she finally felt the first twitches of her orgasm. Cum dripped down her legs and the bark of the tree chafed her skin raw, but she had never felt so good. As the man rutted into her like an animal, she crashed over the edge, shaking and crying with the impact of her orgasm.

The next men were equally brutal with her, and by the time the ninth had his way with her, she was incapable of standing up. He lifted her up and speared her on his cock as he drove into her. The tenth man took place behind her and thrust his cock into her ass. 

Both of her holes were now filled tightly and she clung to the man’s shoulders as they both fucked her holes with total disregard to her pleasure or comfort. She was too far gone to care, but her body responded to the dual impact with an intensity that surprised her. Tension built quickly, helped along by the fact that her clit was rubbing against the man’s pubic bone. Both cocks pressed hard against her G-spot and all that stimulation pushed her to her climax again. Gushing copiously over both cocks, she cried out and slumped forward. Unable to keep herself upright, she was shaken and used like a doll by the two cocks which stretched out both her holes. 

The man with his cock in her ass came first, shooting his load deep inside her. Rather than pulling out when he was done, he kept his softening cock inside her until the other man had come as well. Only then did they lower her to the ground.

She didn’t have the energy anymore to stand. The men, their animalistic cravings now satisfied, moved away, leaving her alone on the dirty forest floor. 

She wasn’t alone for long. Alina appeared in the clearing and crouched next to her. “You did so well, you’re amazing. Let me clean you up.”

She gently moved Isabelle’s legs apart and started lapping at her friend’s cunt and ass. “So much cum, this is a real treat.”

Isabelle lay immobile as her body responded to the gentle ministrations of her friend. Oblivious to Isabelle’s comfort—or lack thereof—Alina feasted on her body, scooping the tasty loads out of Isabelle’s abused cunt. 

After the rough treatment from the men, this gentleness was enough to make Isabelle come undone and a climax once again tore through her ravaged body.

“There,” Alina said as she’d licked up the last of the cum. “All clean.”

She helped Isabelle to her feet. “And don’t worry, Sam had a great time with me. We spent a far more comfortable hour together.”

Somewhere in Isabelle’s mind she knew this should upset her. But all she felt was happiness that her friend and her husband had had such a great time.

Sam was waiting for her at the building. He smiled when he saw the state she was in. “Looks like you had a good fucking. Serves you right for being such a slut.”

She smiled weakly up at him. “I know you had a good time fucking my friend, so don’t call me a slut.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You can still talk back after all that?” He glanced over at Alina. “Wasn’t the whole purpose of this to make her a bit less cocky?”

Alina grabbed Isabelle’s hair and pulled her head back. “You’re right, she’s far too feisty still. Don’t worry, I have an idea.”

Isabelle groaned inwardly. Why did she have to be such a smart-ass? Whatever Alina had in mind would not be easy. She knew she could protest and put a stop to this all, but she was curious to see how much more she could endure. 

Alina pushed her face down onto the bed and fastened the restraints around her wrists and ankles again. Isabelle welcomed the coolness of the sheet against her abused skin. She closed her eyes and revelled in the softness of the mattress beneath her. 

But the moment of calm didn’t last long. Alina squirted a generous amount of lube all over her ass and cunt before pushing a vibrating plug inside her tight hole. As the vibrations shot pleasure through her body, Alina forced a wand vibrator between the mattress and her cunt, angling it so that it perfectly pushed against her clit. 

Isabelle gave a strangled groan as the dual vibrations started to make her feel weak. She had no idea whether her body was capable of giving her another orgasm, but it was very likely. She had found through her explorations with Alina that her capability for orgasms was far greater than she’d ever imagined.

As pleasure radiated out from her cunt and ass through the rest of her body, Sam took place next to her. He ran his hands over her bloodied back, gently massaging cooling ointment into the stinging wounds. Every now and then he paused and kissed her back.

“You did so well, my slutty wife. I am so proud of you.”

She turned her head in an effort to look at him, but could only glimpse part of him. Next to him, Alina came into view. She sat down on a chair next to the bed and placed her legs on the edge of the bed. Isabelle had a good view of her friend’s swollen labia, with her husband’s cum dripping out of the dark pink hole between them. Holding her gaze, Alina pushed a thick dildo inside her cunt and fucked herself as she watched Isabelle get closer and closer to an orgasm. Isabelle’s husband’s cum served as lube and as Alina pushed the dildo deeper inside her, more cum was pushed out. Seeing her wanton friend shamelessly showing off her cum-filled cunt drove Isabelle wild and she mewled with frustration that she couldn’t be the one licking her husband’s cum out of her friend’s greedy hole. 

As if Alina understood her frustration, she pulled the dildo out of her cunt and pushed it past Isabelle’s eager lips. As Isabelle sucked greedily, she savoured the taste of her friend and her husband on the thick silicone. 

“You wonderful filthy whore,” Alina purred. “Don’t you love tasting your husband from my cunt? He really loved fucking me, so I’ll definitely get him to do it again.”

Isabelle whimpered as the image of her husband and Alina fucking while she watched pushed her over the edge. Her body shuddered and her cunt convulsed painfully as her orgasm overwhelmed her and darkness descended.