The Hunting of Jamie

[Vile8r]

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

The Hunting of Jamie
An original story by Vile8r

The origins of this story go back to the old RavishU site. Another member and I were having a discussion one time and she recounted to me a certain fantasy she had about being hunted. I asked her if it was all right if I made her fantasy into a story and she was more than happy to allow me. So this story is based on the details of her fantasy.

THE HUNTING OF JAMIE


It was a very warm summer evening as Jamie and her boyfriend, Kurt, drove down the narrow trail. The road was very rough and rocky, and in a few places they had to traverse large mudholes, but their 4X4 Jeep was able to easily navigate the route. Kurt looked over at the pretty 24 year-old in the passenger seat.
She was wearing a tight, tight pair of white shorts and a skimpy pink t-shirt, that hugged her small 32B breasts nicely and showed off just a glimpse of her flat, tanned tummy. Jamie was a dance instructor at a local ballet school and had a very tight, toned, fit body. Kurt loved it!
Jamie loved having sex, and Kurt never passed up an opportunity to sink his thick cock into that sweet little body!

Kurt had told her they were going paint-balling that evening with some friends who would meet them. Jamie had never paint-balled before and she was quite excited. She had no idea what Kurt was really up to!
They reached a large grassy clearing. He stopped the Jeep and both of them got out.
"So where are your friends?" she asked.

"Oh, they'll be here in about 10 minutes," he smirked, looking at his watch. "So that gives you plenty of time to get going."
"What the fuck do you mean?" she asked, a quizzical look on her face.
Kurt let out a little laugh. "Bitch, in other words, you got ten minutes....well, only about nine now, to start running!"
"Why do I have to run? What the fuck is going on?"

"My buddies and I....we got a little club. We like to hunt.....girls! We bring them out here and basically hunt them down and rape them, either in the woods,
or we drag them back to a cabin. If they can make it back to the highway, before we catch them, they're home-free, but that doesn't happen often. There's a lot of woods between here and there, plus you gotta get across the old dam."
"You're fucking nuts!" she screeched at him. "I'm not running anywhere! Now stop it! You're scaring me!"

"Good," Kurt replied. "Scared girls run faster. So you'd best get a move-on.
Suddenly, Jamie could hear the baying of hunting dogs.
"Oh, here they come!" Kurt chuckled. "You've wasted nearly five minutes. I'd get moving if I was you!"
Jamie looked at Kurt incredulously, and realized......he was dead serious!

Her heart pounding in her chest, Jamie turned and began running back down the trail they had been driving on. She heard Kurt yell after her.
"Run fast, Jamie! Remember, if they CAPTURE you, they get to RAPE you!"

She could not believe what the hell was happening to her. Jamie had secretly fantasized about such things. Back in high school, she and her friends had heard about a local urban legend around one of the local lakes where they liked to go waterskiing. Word was that there was a sort of rape club on some land around the lake. You could sign up for
anything from a little fully-clothed man-handling to a naked gang rape-torture with Survival Not Guaranteed.
A lot of people said that it didn't exist, but then OTHER people said they wanted you to THINK it doesn't exist. Jamie figured it had to be all legal though, "adults only", and no one got "raped" without his or her consent. But she could never conclusively find out.

Jamie thought that, in a way, it could be way hot, knowing men were out there looking for her, trying to escape if they found her. Running through the woods, guys cutting her off, the hopeless struggle until they get her tied up… oh wow! It would get her wet, thinking about it. She also had a vision of her and a bunch of other hot girls with their hands clasped behind their necks like prisoners being marched away to a rape camp. She'd get so aroused, she'd end up needing a change of underwear by that point.

But now she wasn't so sure if she liked this fantasy. Jamie was a city girl, she had no actual survival training. She was just a blond bimbo from the 'burbs'! But even so, she knew she'd better make it to the beach and get in the water where she didn't think the dogs could track her. If she could get out on the old dam she knew there was a place where she could swim across the lake, but it was getting dark and she knew there were some strong currents.

Jamie burst out of the trees, and found herself on the narrow beach that ran between the tree line and the dark waters of the small lake.

She ran along the beach, her shoes getting soggy and difficult to run in. The dogs were getting closer, and she realized she had to move faster. The dam was still several hundred yards down the beach. No way she could get to it in time! Jamie made the decision to swim across right there.
She kicked off her shoes and waded into the cold water. It was just a small bay, Jamie could easily see the far shore. Could she swim that far? She wasn't sure, but she knew she had to keep moving. The dogs couldn't track her through water. Or could they?

Jamie was a dancer, not a swimmer. She was very fit, but still, by the time she got to the far shore, she was exhausted. She collapsed on the shore, a little barefoot lump in white shorts and a pink T-shirt, wet stringy hair all mussed and dangling over her shoulders. She sat in the sand for a short time, legs drawn up to her chest, her head on her knees as she planned her next move.


And then she heard them, to her right! They seemed very close! Jamie scrambled to her feet. She could see dark figures as she splashed along the beach, tossing her hair out of her eyes to look back over her shoulders. She didn't know how, but somehow they had cut her off! Obviously, they had known a quicker way to get around the bay!
It was dark, but she could almost see the grins of anticipation! They were coming after her from both directions. She was trapped!

The young woman turned and waded back into the lake. It was a measure of desperation, because she knew she was too tired to swim all the way back, and the men probably had someone waiting for her on the other side, anticipating she might try to come back. But it was all she had left.

The beach gradient was shallow. Jamie was running, splashing awkwardly into deeper water. She could hear them behind her and her heart pounded in her throat. For some reason she thought if she could just get into water deep enough to swim, she could escape. There was splashes of footsteps right behind her! Jamie lifted her feet higher out of the water to move faster but the footsteps kept getting closer. It was almost deep enough to swim, but it was so hard to run. And then a hand was on her hair!

Instinctively, she turned to scream, and bat at the hand as it twisted her long hair. Jamie realized whoever it was, he was much bigger than she. They yanked backwards, stopping her forward motion. She wasn't giving up without a struggle and she aimed a punch at his face. She missed, but it surprised him.
She twisted and and kicked at him. It connected because she heard a "Chuf!" sound. He released her hair and for just an instant, Jamie was free. She turned back towards the lake but it was too late. Several sets of hands grabbed onto her.

Jamie screamed as loud as she could, kicking and struggling. She was stronger than she looked, and she struggled until it felt like her legs were ready to fall off! She screamed again! Long and piercing.
"AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! LET ME GO, GODDAMN IT! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
It was like she was paralyzed. Two guys had her, her arms pinned behind her back. She heard one man speak. Obviously, it was the one she kicked.

"Hold her! Turn her this way! Little bitch KICKED me! Gimmie that!"

He bent down in her face, grinning as he raised her T-shirt and pressed a cattle prod into her soft tummy.
"AAAAIIIIEEEEEOOOOWWWWWWWW!"
Her tummy burned in pain, she couldn't keep from screaming. The guys holding her tightened their grip. She panicked as she felt the cattle prod against her tummy. She knew he was going to do it again! She let out another frantic scream.
Luckily, one of the other men intervened at the last minute.

"Dude! Give me that! You'll kill her!"

The man turned over the device. But he wasn't finished yet. The two other guys were still holding her arms behind her back. He bent down, grabbed a handful of her wet hair, and wrenched her head back. He slapped her hard enough so the tears splashed off her cheeks. He bent down even closer. She could smell his rancid beer-laden breath.
"I'm going to enjoy fucking you!" he hissed.

He then splashed off toward the shore. She was left hanging between the two guys, sobbing, her head hanging down on her chest, wet stringy hair hanging down over her shoulders. With her legs dangling, they dragged her through the water to the shore.
Jamie knew she must have been a sight! A limp, wet, blond dishrag! They were still in the water when another guy came up. He reached out and slid a black elastic cloth over her wet hair, covering her eyes. Then she felt something cold and hard on her wrist! Handcuffs! Jamie struggled as the hard bracelet closed and the guy reached for her other wrist, dragging it behind her back.

"Is this the runner?" His voice was in her ear. He was bending down, working with the cuffs on her wrists behind her back.

"Yeah!" the guy holding her right arm admitted. "Little bitch swam across the bay. Almost made it to the highway. Kicked Gus in the nuts!"

"Ouch!" replied handcuff guy.
She felt his hand grab her chin. He wrenched her head back and she whimpered. Jamie couldn't see him because of the blindfold, but she could tell he was looking at her face.

"She's a cute little thing!"

It made her mad. She knew where the guy was. She could kick him, her feet were still free. It would happen too fast to stop. But her legs and feet ached, and so did her tummy. Handcuffed and blindfolded, she knew she was not likely to escape.

"Gus wants to torture her. He gave her a couple of good jolts when we caught her."

Handcuff Guy was still holding her face. "Did she scream?"

"OH yeah!"

"If Gus tortures her, I wanna watch!" Handcuff Guy squeezed her cheek above her jaw hard, so her mouth opened.

"Oh, I am going to so fuck that sweet little mouth!" he gloated. "Whaddaya think, sweetie? Shove my cock right down yer throat!"
Jamie tried to twist her head away, but he was holding her jaw so tight it hurt.

"Dude! Don't DO that! You'll freak her out!"

"You sure she's legal? She looks pretty young!"

'Yeah. She's legal, her boyfriend said so. Let her go."

Jamie's jaw ached. She tried to toss her hair back so she could see, but since she was blindfolded, it didn't matter much anyway.

She realized how helpless she was. She could still run, but she couldn't see where she was going, and it was hard with her hands held behind her back. Jamie was confident, that if she could get away, she knew she was flexible enough to get her hands under her and get the blindfold off. But THEN what would she do? She certainly couldn't swim with her wrists handcuffed!

All she could do was choke back a sob and go limp as they dragged her onto the beach. Her little bare feet traced uneven lines in the sand. She decided it was probably good that she was blindfolded so she couldn't see Gus waiting for her.
She heard voices ahead of her. She tried to keep oriented as to who was where, like it made a difference right at the moment. There were the two guys, one holding each arm, dragging her along. Then there was Handcuff Guy. Was he one of the other voices she was hearing?

"Over here! Bring the little bitch over here! Careful! The little bitch kicks!"

Her heart pounded. Oh my God! It was cattle-prod guy! Without thinking, she gasped "NO!" She dug her heels into the sand, knowing what he was going to do to her!

Still digging in her heels, Jamie felt them turn her slightly. She was struggling now, even though she knew it was useless. Then she heard him, Cattle-prod Guy! She sensed him kneeling in front of her. Then she felt it, on her right ankle, another steel cuff! And then another, chaining her feet together!

"You won't be kicking anyone NOW!" he gloated. Jamie didn't even try to move, knowing she was effectively incapacitated.

"Nice legs, though!" She felt his hands, one on the outside of each thigh. She twitched, then squirmed, as he slowly, deliberately, traced over her legs, fingers on the back, thumbs on the front, up and down, from her bare knees to her short-shorts. He pressed his fingers up the legs of her shorts, but they were too tight for him to reach her ass.

When he moved his hands away, Jamie thought maybe he was done, but then she felt him unbuttoning her shorts! She twisted her hips, about the only move she could make with her wrists and ankles cuffed.

"Bitch?" he snarled. "You want another shock, don't you?"

Jamie froze. "N-no....pl-please....not that!" she whimpered.
"Then settle the fuck down!"

He went back to work, quickly unfastening her shorts. Jamie felt his finger on her bare tummy as the button gave way and he slid the zipper down. The shorts were wet, and since she liked to wear them kind of tight, he had quite a struggle getting them off her slender hips. But then they dropped down her thighs to her knees.

"Turn her! Turn her around!"

The guys holding her arms turned her around. They moved her a little forward until her hips were against something hard. A table? With her ankles chained together, she almost fell down, but managed to keep her balance. She panicked as she felt his fingers on the waistband of her panties. Soon, he was sliding them down, until they were bunched just above her shorts at her knees. She was still damp from her swim, and the air felt cool on her bare buttocks.

"Hold her!" Cattle-prod Guy pulled her handcuffed wrists off her ass and halfway up her back. The guy on her left reached down to hold them.

"LOOK at this little ass!" Cattle-prod Guy gloated.
His hands cupped and kneaded her. Jamie couldn't help twitching and flinching, even though she couldn't squirm very much.

"Bend her over!"
The guys holding her pushed her face down onto a table. Jamie realized it was a picnic table. She wondered what kind of a sight she was making! Her shorts and panties to her knees, bent over, bare ass exposed! She still had her T-shirt and bra on. They were wet and squishy under her.

She cried out! She felt his TONGUE between her cheeks. His thumb was spreading her open, exposing her little rosebud. She felt his TONGUE !

Jamie moaned and tried to squirm. It was so warm and wet, exploring her! She tried to squirm, realizing she couldn't. Cattle-prod Guy had his knee on the chain of the leg-cuffs. She was bent over the table with two guys holding her down. All she could do was wiggle her hips. Why was he DOING this?

She was all wet back there with his saliva. She felt him pressing his tongue into her anus, penetrating it, making it tingle and spasm. Jamie felt like throwing up.

Finally he stopped, leaving her gasping. She could tell he was standing behind her. She knew what he was going to do to her. She struggled frantically and uselessly. His hands were on her hips, then he was between her cheeks.

"This is what happens to little girls who kick!" he spat.

He stabbed her with his cock.

"OOWWWWWWWAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" Jamie shrieked and started sobbing. It almost went in!

He was pulling on her hips, pressing, pressing. It really hurt, and she screamed. Jamie knew what she had to do. He was going to get in anyway. She SO didn't want to give him the satisfaction of feeling her surrender to him, but it hurt too much.

She let her anus relax just a little, and he was in! Jamie screamed again, but it was all too late then, he had her!

The brute pushed in, deeper, deeper, stretching her out, until his hips were against her buttocks. Jamie just lay there sobbing like a little kid while he assfucked her.
"Fuck yeah!!!” he whooped. “ I've wanted to nail your hot little ass since I first saw you, bitch!"

His hard cock moved deep in her tummy where it shouldn't be. He moved very slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her rectum. Then he sped up, holding her, fucking her so hard her body bounced on the table even with the guys holding her down.

She was getting numb and raw when he came in her. She felt it as warmth, heat, somewhere behind her belly button. Jamie knew how good it must feel to him. All she knew was, she'd be shitting cum for a week!

After Cattle-prod Guy was finished sodomizing her, Jamie was pulled off the table and dropped on the grass. She laid there motionless, trying to catch her breath. Until someone flipped her on her back. She cried out as she felt her shirt being lifted up and something cool and metallic sliding along her tummy. She realized with horror, it was a knife blade!

Whoever was holding the blade, sliced into the thin fabric of her wet T-shirt and cut straight up the middle. The two halves of the shirt were yanked open and then the knife sliced through the straps of her bra. It was pulled off her body exposing her naked tits.
Then the cuffs on her ankles were unlocked. Both her legs were stretched wide apart, almost to the point of muscles and joints screaming out in pain. Helpless to do anything, Jamie felt each ankle being chained to a wooden stake, leaving her splayed out on the ground, with her wrists still handcuffed behind her back.

One of the men was unzipping his pants and she recognized the voice of Handcuff Guy. "Damn! You get to fuck this all the time, Kurt? Fuck, you are one lucky bastard!"

Kurt? Kurt was here???? What the fuck? thought Jamie. The sick sonuvabitch was watching all this? She'd kill him.....when she got loose....she'd rip his fucking nuts off!
Handcuff Guy was between her spread out thighs and next thing she felt was the fat head of his erect cock pressing at her pussy entrance. With a loud grunt and a buck of his hips, he was inside her.
Jamie screamed out as his thick shaft punched into her, painfully spreading her small pussy open.
"Shit, she's tight!" he grunted, "I think I'm bottoming out in her little cunt!"

He pulled back, then rammed deep into her again.
"AAAAaaaarrrggghhhhhh!!!!" he yelled out.
Jamie screamed as the terrible pain registered. Handcuff Guy had a much larger cock than Kurt and he was pounding into her deep. Her tiny body was driven into the grass beneath him as he fucked her with harder and harder thrusts. The thick veins of his shaft tore at her brutally over-stretched membranes, sending searing agony through her body as the vicious man raped her violently.
With every passing moment, Jamie desperately prayed that this thrust would be the last. Finally, the rapist gave an angry yell and pulled back a few inches before allowing his load to spurt into her. If Kurt was behind this, Jamie knew he would have told the men they could cum inside her. She was on birth control.

It didn’t take long, and Jamie could hear another man drop his drawers and kneel between her outstretched thighs. The naked, sweaty, crying girl flinched as she felt his rough hands on her hips. His rock-hard cock pressed against her pussy entrance, and he drove inside her.
Jamie could hear the cheers and shouts of the men as the man pounded her sore pussy with his hard member.
Grabbing a small breast with each hand, he used them to pull himself back and forth into the girl.
Jamie just cried as she was raped. She had no idea who it was, but she could tell from his heavy beer gut rolling across her own flat, taut tummy, that he was a bit on the fat side.

"Ohhhhh……..Ohhh shittttt!!" he yelled out.

Quicker than Handcuff guy, this one barely lasted five minutes before he dumped his load of sperm into Jamie.
"Way to go, speedy!!" the other guys laughed at him as he got off of Jamie and pulled his pants up.

He was replaced by another. Jamie could tell from his voice that he sounded older. His voice reminded her of one of her old college professors, Dr. Schmitke, who taught American art history.

The old bugger leaned down, pressing her body into the dirt and began kissing and licking across her tits and neck.
She was beginning to get a bit of her strength back, and she struggled furiously, her head thrashing back and forth. The man on top of her began working his penis free from his jeans, still sucking and slobbering on her neck.

His cock pressed against her tight opening and she moaned in humiliation as his lips moved to her ear.
"You're a hot little cunt," he whispered into her ear, her body flushing with shame.
Jamie cringed at his words, and at the wrinkled phallus pressing forcefully against her pussy. She cried out in pain through the bag over her head, as his cock popped into her. The old man had an amazingly fat cock.

The walls of her pussy tear from his battering cockhead, the pain filling every corner of her body and mind. Her rapist began brutally thrusting into her, giving her no quarter, whispering in her ear, "Oh ya, baby, nice and tight. Fuck ya. Good cunt!”

He was still licking and sucking on her neck. Minutes, which seemed like hours passed as he rode her, slamming her slender hips and buttocks painfully into the dirt with each downward thrust, and the pain gradually lessened to be replaced by a strange feeling of fullness. She barely registered this change, though, weeping as she was, in terror and humiliation. He froze on top of her and moaned, and she could feel his seed fill her belly, coating the inside of her vagina, bringing a cool relief to her tortured young flesh.

Jamie endured two more brutal rapes from the group of men, before finally it seemed like it was over!
The last man climbed off her, leaving her legs still chained to the wooden stakes. She could hear them standing nearby, drinking beer and smoking some cigarettes. They were laughing and joking and comparing their performances in raping her.

She heard Handcuff guy. “Goddamn! Ain’t had a cunt that tight since I graduated high school! Man, I hammered that little pussy.”

“Gave that little hottie a good hot meat injection,” another one said. “She’s gonna be walkin’ funny for a few days.”
“Ah hell, I worked her the hardest!” Jamie heard Cattle-prod guy boast. “Popped that sweet ass cherry good!”

Jamie was hoping they would soon release her and give her some clothes to wear. She was beginning to shiver in the cool night breeze coming off the lake. With revulsion, she also realized she had some bugs crawling on her.

But as she soon discovered, it wasn’t over. Suddenly, one of the men was kneeling over top of her, straddling her chest. He pushed the bag up on her face so her mouth was exposed, but her eyes were still exposed.
“Now you’re gonna do what I said earlier! Shove my cock down your throat!”
Another ball of cold terror rolled in Jamie’s stomach as she realized it was Handcuff Guy.

Pushing down on her chin, he forced her mouth open. “And if I feel even the slightest bit of teeth on me, gonna beat your fucking face in,” he snarled.
Jamie gagged as his erect prick pushed into her mouth. Her tongue cradled the underside of his penis. Pumping back and forth, sounds of wet suction could be heard as she slurped on the nasty man's gross-tasting shaft.
Ohhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm,” he moaned. “How you like the taste of my dick, girl? Hmmm?"

He continued to move his hips back and forth, fucking her face, pushing his excited shaft deep in her mouth. Her lips formed a tight seal as she sucked. He was relentless, and Jamie’s lungs fought for air.

Handcuff Guy was impaling her cute lips almost all the way to his balls, listening to her gulping and slurping louder and louder.
His thick shaft filled her entire mouth, bulging her cheeks and cutting off her air. Jamie felt light-headed and slobber ran down her chin in a torrent.
Then Handcuff Guy gripped the sides of her head and pulled her face right into his crotch. He heard Jamie try to scream around his cock and the sensation was incredible. Another hot stream of cum rushed up his shaft, and spurted into her throat.

She coughed and retched at the foul taste. It wasn’t the first time she’d ever swallowed, but not when it was being literally forced down her throat.
Jamie was able to gulp in air as he finally pulled out. She coughed and spat, trying to get the remnants of his jizz out of her mouth. Her chest and neck was soaked from slobber running down her chin.

“Well boys, I’d say we had a pretty damn good night of huntin’!” she heard Cattle-prod Guy say.

“She’s one of the best we’ve had in a while,” another guy said.
“Kurt, ya better bring her out again,” one more guy said.

This time Jamie heard Kurt’s voice. “You’re welcome, boys. Fuck, it was damn hot watchin’ you guys give it to her!”

Jamie was seething! Her boyfriend was a dead man. Yet on the other hand, it was also kind of arousing to know he had been so turned on.
She heard the other men gathering up their hunting dogs and heading off back to their trucks. Kurt was unchaining her ankles.
As soon as one was free, Jamie brought her leg back and kicked like a mule, feeling her foot connect with his face.
“Owwww! What the fuck?” Kurt bellowed.

“Get me loose and get me out of here, you goddamn jerk!” Jamie shrieked.
She was ready to kick some ass!

THE END

[Shocker]

I don’t think her chance would have been much better if she had started running immediately. Loved the intense feeling of the hunt and her capture. She had true spunk, even before it was dripping out of her holes.

[LaLia]

Somehow, at the beginning, I felt like I'd missed something. Kurt is her boyfriend? But he immediately calls her a slut? It doesn't seem like her boyfriend at all. It would have been better to flesh out the beginning more. Either just a date that turns out differently, or to set it up as a game first. I thought there would be some sort of explanation.

With the doubt between her fantasy and not being so sure anymore, it got better. And then I thought you'd expand on it more, but here too, I'd say more was possible.

The highlight, and I suspect what you were aiming for, was, of course, the very detailed description of the gang rape. This is where you incorporated the details best and took the most time.

So, overall, an exciting scenario, a well-described rape scene, but you missed a bit of an opportunity to make it a second or third chapter.

What I briefly wondered while reading...an older story that you rewrote because the rules here stated that the dogs weren't allowed to play a role?

[Claire]

This one is actually difficult for me to assess. I think the chase scene itself is very well executed, it has a very nice flow to it, it's well paced. But I was never able to fully immerse myself in the scenario because it felt like it wasn't taking itself seriously? And I'm not sure whether that was intentional or not. Even at the very end, Jamie's reaction sounds more to me like her boyfriend had pulled a silly prank on her and now she's mad, and not like he had just betrayed her in the most horrible way imaginable and ruined her life? I can't fully put my finger down on it, but it just feels tonally off to me. But that might be a personal preference. It clearly worked for Shocker.