Notes of a Hunter

To say I was hungry would be an understatement—I simply craved prey. An hour and a half in the forest, spent on the most thrilling activity—hunting defenseless sex slaves—would get anyone in the mood.

The first one I came across was a young girl I scared out of a hiding spot in a dense spruce forest. "Hey, stop, bitch!" The girl kept running desperately, pushing through the forest thicket. The white panties flashing in the distance worked on me better than any stimulant. Despite a decent head start, she, barefoot and practically naked, had no chance against me, equipped according to all the rules of the genre. However, wasting too much energy

on the very first victim is unwise, as I was planning to have fun with several today.

And each of these bitches would resist with all their might, because according to the game rules, all those not caught would get the privilege of choosing their own master—every slave girl's dream. "Stop, damn it, I'll shoot!" Like all newbies who hadn't yet felt the impact of a rubber bullet, the girl probably didn't know it was quite painful. But although the first shot went far wide of the target (hitting from that distance with a useless "pop gun" is impossible), it instantly turned the pursued slut into a trembling creature that had lost all its pride from fear.

The young slut was panting from the chase, trembling all over, and crying from fear and humiliation. Completing the sweet picture was the slave collar, clearly marking the powerlessness of my prey, the powerlessness of a sex toy I would force to fulfill all my whims. The collar bore the name Yulia. This female's inexperience and lack of training were fully compensated by her freshness.

"Ah, you bitch! What did I tell you, slut? I said stop!" The girl cringed and started wailing loudly. I walked around her, admiring her slender girlish body. I felt her tits, gave the helpless captive's ass a juicy slap. "Come on, damn it, take off your panties, put them in your mouth, and crawl to me on all fours!" The slave hastily removed her panties, lowered herself onto the ground covered in dry pine needles, and crawled on all fours to my feet. Taking the panties from the pursued one ("taking the scalp" as we call it) means gaining all rights over her. In our hunting club, there's no place for psychos; the rules strictly forbid harming a slave's health. But otherwise, she now completely belongs to me for the duration of the contract or until I decide to sell, exchange, gift, or gamble her away at cards. "What's wrong with you, trash, don't you understand orders?" "I'm sorry, forgive me... master! I... I got scared... I... please don't punish me, I'll be an obedient girl!"

You can tell they skipped the initial training course with these newbies. I approached the trembling prey and lifted her head by the hair. "As if you'd be disobedient, bitch." With my other hand, I squeezed the girl's cheeks and spat in her face. "You're a powerless mattress, a slave, a damn unfucked bitch!" A slap. "Got it, bitch!" The girl started wailing. "Yes, yes, my master, I'm your obedient slut! Please, don't hit me, master, I'll always obey you! I will serve you, my lord!" With a yank of her hair, I pulled the girl to her knees. To hell with education—I want to fuck her mouth right now. "Hands behind your back, damn it! Open your mouth, pacifier, and stand still." The girl diligently rounded her juicy lips.

What could be more pleasant than, after an exciting chase, to catch, humiliate, put on her knees, and fuck the mouth of a trembling young girl! Barely holding back, I enjoyed the soft mouth of the lovely, defenseless slave, diligently sucking my cock. I was ready to explode immediately but tried to prolong the pleasure. Holding the slave by the hair, I controlled the movements of her head, playing the head of my cock with her tender girlish lips, bulging her cheeks with my dick, shoving my cock deep into her throat. "Come on, cocksucker, work! Work properly, you unfucked slut!" The girl sucked without complaint, drooling and choking on the club penetrating her, desperately gasping for air when I pulled my cock out of her mouth to slap her face.

The passing time reduced my chances of sharing the still-uncaught prey, but I couldn't deny myself the pleasure. "Stand up, bitch, quickly—ass towards me, lean against the tree!" The girl obediently stuck out her ass, offering her naked charms to her master. I grabbed the captive's lush hair, wrapped it around my hand, then slapped her buttock and entered the defenseless womb. The girl was no longer able to resist the sexual onslaught; her pussy had become soft and wet, and tears of fear gave way to moans of pleasure. I juicily raped my new slave, feeling her tender young body and slapping the girl's buttocks. This ride couldn't last long, and soon I came violently into the girl's insides. Blissss... With the last sharp thrusts, I pushed my cum into the conquered slave, experiencing the full extent of pleasure available to a man.

Alright, time to finish with her. Now she is my thing and will display her charms only with my permission. I took a silk tank top with thin straps from my backpack, barely covering the slave's chest and ass, and hung it on a branch. My personal emblem on the tank top marked the slut's belonging, protecting her from harassment by outsiders. Putting the girl on her knees, I ordered her to lick my cock and, to the gentle smacking sounds, instructed her on further actions. "Alright, damn it. You'll put on the tank top and head to base—roughly in that direction. You'll orient yourself by the power line clearing; it leads straight to the base. If you get lost, we'll find you later with a tracker." I tucked my cock into my pants. "Understood everything, bitch?" The captive looked up at me devotedly. "Yes, thank you, my lord." "Good, slut—kiss the master's feet." The obedient slave, humiliated and raped by the first master in her life, fell at my feet and began diligently licking my boots.

* * *

The second woman came to me practically for free. I don't know how, but Vitalik managed to catch her, who had drunk so much vodka before the hunt that he could barely stand. I heard this sweet couple much earlier than I saw them. Approaching the screams, I discovered a childishly touching, sun-drenched clearing where Vitalik stood with his pants down, whipping a naked girl lying at his feet with a lash. "Damn incompetent, completely lost her mind!" he yelled throughout the forest. From his cursing, I understood that the unfortunate slave had failed to raise the sleeping member of the thoroughly drunk "hunter." Vitalik tried to possess his prey again, collapsing onto her tear-stained face with all his weight and shoving his limp cock into her mouth. The next failure didn't even provoke anger; Vitalik was clearly tired. He stood up, stumbling in his lowered pants, made a circle around the clearing as if pondering something, and approached the defenseless captive again. "Ugh, dried-up cunt," Vitalik mumbled tiredly and kicked the girl in the ass with his boot. After which he found nothing better than to lie down to rest right on the clearing. He flopped onto his back like a lord, spreading his arms. "Take off my pants and lick my balls, you unfucked goat!" The obedient slave, sobbing, crawled to her rapist, pulled off his clothes, and positioned herself between his legs, tending to his male equipment with her tongue. Not even a minute passed before Vitalik started snoring.

I had already thought the most interesting part was over, but at that moment, the girl realized she had every right to escape—after all, Vitalik hadn't even bothered to take her "scalp," declaring her his prey. Glancing fearfully at the body sprawled on the ground, the tormented slut pulled up her lowered panties, restoring her hope for deliverance. The captive rose to her feet, and I could finally get a good look at her. The girl was slightly over 20, of average height, with dark hair to her shoulders. Her beautifully developed, firm breasts, enticingly swaying with every step, immediately caught my eye. The cock in my pants stirred in anticipation. Brushing off the forest debris clinging to her and trying not to breathe, the slave edged towards the bushes surrounding the clearing and was about to dart into the thicket—but at that moment, she saw me. I stood hands on hips about twenty meters away from her and smiled. The girl covered her mouth with her hands to keep from screaming. The unfortunate one's face reflected a whole range of emotions—from the desire to run headlong to the despair of the doomed. I put a finger to my lips—quiet! And beckoned the girl to me. That was enough for her to head towards me without complaint.

Coming closer, the slave obediently lowered her panties, exposing her smoothly shaved pubis, and raised her hands behind her head. "Well then, shall we go wake up Vitalik?" I asked quietly, still smiling. Horror flared in the woman's eyes, and she started crying. "No, please! My master, take me for yourself, please! I will be a very diligent slave, I... I... I know how to please a master, really... He's just completely drunk..." I stared at the luxurious tits of the humiliated captive, enticingly swaying from her sobs. Remembering this slut's agility, I didn't tempt fate. "Alright, bitch, take off your panties!" I ordered just as quietly. Putting her panties in my pocket, I hugged the sobbing girl by the waist and led her into the forest, like a romantic youth with his timid beloved. Finding a suitable spot, I turned my prey around and began leisurely studying and feeling the defenseless female body. Beautiful tits, they'll look great in a dress with a décolleté—everyone will die of envy. The ass is good too, ahhh—well, she'll work wonders for me yet. Vitalik, however, had thoroughly beaten the poor thing—the slave's entire body was striped with whip marks. I didn't feel like raping her roughly right then.

"Here's what... Anya," I said, reading her name on the collar, "let's see what you're capable of." I tugged her by the collar ring. "On your knees, slut, come on—suck." The captive hastily knelt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down. My cock had long been waiting for attention and joyfully jumped into her face. The girl didn't hesitate, took the shaft with a tender hand, and stretched her wet lips over the head. The slave tried her hardest—both out of fear and conscientiously. She was surprisingly energetic and inventive—twisting her palms and lips, sucking, jerking, stroking, licking my cock and balls, massaging my buttocks, slapping my cock against her own face, choking as she swallowed my dick down to the tonsils. Delightful moans, sniffles, smacking—it was divine.

I wanted to fuck the captive's saliva-wet tits, and she diligently hugged my cock with them. Feeling the arrival of the load, I grabbed the girl by the ears and pulled her mouth back onto my cock. The finale turned out to be phenomenal in sensation—I fucked the slave in the mouth sweepingly, penetrating through the tight ring of her girlish lips and with a cry, shooting charges of cum into her throat. How wonderful it feels to empty yourself into the warm, wet mouth of a lovely girl, clinging to you and greedily drinking your sperm. I was even a bit stunned by such a violent emptying of my reserves, and the girl didn't stop her ministrations, now gently and thoroughly sucking the master's tired cock and licking my sweaty balls.

"Excellent, bitch, you're a great cocksucker. The master enjoyed fucking your mouth." I patted her cheek. "Come on, crawl on all fours in front of me, wiggle your ass!" The naked girl obediently got on all fours and crawled along the ground, arching erotically and enticingly presenting her ass. "Now to my leg, bitch!" The slave crawled to my feet and buried her face in my boots. "Stand up, slut." I slid my hand into the girl's womb. The slave's pussy accepted my fingers with a squelch, and the girl couldn't suppress a moan. "Alright, good, you're flowing, bitch—you're a real lustful whore, I like those." I pulled out my hand and let her lick my fingers. Ah, I'd love to fuck this compliant slut one more time... Alright, no time, save it for the evening. I was lucky today—already two new slaves, and there were still two hours left until the end of the hunt. "Put on the tank top and march to camp. Here, take a sip for the road"—I handed her my flask—"you worked well, little bitch."

* * *

Almost every hunt is accompanied by some kind of jokes. New masters often give slaves tasks right in the forest. Once I was quite surprised when a young, pretty girl in someone's tank top jumped out of the bushes and literally threw herself at me, sobbing and kissing my feet. From the incoherent lamentations of the clueless slut, I understood that Slavka, who caught her, was dissatisfied with her ability to grovel before her master and, without postponing education, sent the girl to study. The slave had to find three hunters in the forest herself and, doing everything they ordered, earn their autographs on her ass. For every missing autograph, she was to receive five lashes of the whip, so the girl was simply in a panic. She either trailed behind me, begging to let her suck my cock, or running ahead, got on all fours and diligently spread her buttocks, offering to fuck her in the ass, or asked permission to carry my backpack. She did everything cluelessly, and I didn't want to waste time and energy on someone else's prey.

In the end, the girl did return to camp with the three desired autographs, but we laughed for a long time watching her joyfully pull up her tank top and stand on all fours in front of Slavka—two of the three signatures, including mine, read something like: "Slavka, you asshole, your beggar is already annoying!" "Damn it," Slavka said, bewildered. "I don't even feel like whipping her. I'll sell her to Andreich—he's our famous educator, loves to tinker with such fools." Slavka gave the girl a kick in the rear. "Get up, bitch! Take off the tank top! Hey, guys," he shouted to the service staff, "a gift from me." A girl deprived of her "scalp" but without the protective tank top of the master who took her panties—a free toy for anyone who wants to have fun with her. And the guys setting up our hunt, watching the unfolding sexual feast from the side, had pants literally smoking. "Iron this slut until the inscriptions on her ass are erased!" Approvingly buzzing, a cheerful company of five overexcited young men immediately dragged away the uncomprehending, sobbing, and pointlessly resisting girl—the defenseless slave was in for a full-fledged gangbang.

* * *

We turned to the powerless slave, waiting in a humiliating pose for the decision of her fate. "Nice bitch!" Andreich smacked his lips. The girl really did look pleasant. Very young, about 17-18, but everything in place—medium-sized, firm tits with small nipples, neat legs, a beautiful waist, slightly curly hair framing chubby cheeks. A narrow strip of hair was playfully left on her shaved pubis. Feeling our brazen stares, the captive became embarrassed and blushed deeply. "Take off your panties, my girl," Andreich cooed in a mockingly paternal tone. The girl obediently pulled down her panties and hesitated, not knowing what to do next. "Hang them on a bush, you won't need them anymore," I smirked.

The girl obeyed unquestioningly, took a few silent steps with her bare feet, and adorned the nearest bush with her panties. Hesitating for a second, she turned back to us, stood at attention, and raised her hands behind her head. "Well then, little bitch, do you now understand who you are and what you're worth?" I asked sternly, as in an exam. "I am a slave... master..." "Continue!" "I... a powerless toy, I was created for your entertainment." The girl was amusingly embarrassed but afraid to contradict us in anything. "I am always ready... to give pleasure to the master."

"Alright, clear. Spread your legs, hands behind your back, grasp your elbows with your palms," I commanded. Stroking my cock, I approached the defenseless captive. The naked girl looked timid and fresh—simply lovely. I ran my palm over her chest, pinched her nipples. Firmly taking her head—one hand on the back of her head, the other squeezing her chubby cheeks—I dove into the slave's sweet lips. The girl moaned and opened her mouth, letting my insistent tongue in. I juicily kissed the obedient bitch and fucked her mouth with my tongue, hinting unambiguously at the upcoming entertainment. Lowering my hand, I slid my palm between the obediently spread legs of the young captive and immediately penetrated her pussy with two fingers. The pussy was already wet, and under the influence of my fingers, the little slut let out a drawn-out whimper. Stroking his decent-sized