Chapter 1

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Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - It didn't seem possible that in this modern age, human beings would actually be hunting each other instead of wild animals. Zelda always felt sorry for the poor creatures of the wild that were outmatched against a long range rifle or even a high velocity compound bow with steel tipped arrows. Now she wished this group of heavily armed jerks would go after the animals and not her because she was afraid.

Way up north in the Pacific Northwest in that part of United States where the density of population is slender beyond belief, there exists a certain flavor of attitude that gives credence to this story of danger and thrills, of sex and pleasure, and of the crucial need for survival when the vestiges of accepted behavior are gone by the wayside.

In the land of wild beasts in the forest and ladies of the night in the cities, the contrast of cultures is both stark and disconcerting. The limited urban areas are blighted and populated by the parasites and scavengers of society looking to "make a buck" by any means possible. The very fact that concepts like art in all its forms and gentle sensitive natures even exist is a minor miracle in itself. The cities are magnets for sweet young things that swiftly become sponges of hedonistic destruction and moral despair. The flesh peddling clubs preying on gullible female flesh and hungry male fantasies churn out pole dancing sexperts with tattoos as badges of courage. Most of the girls are from "normal" up-bringing and well-intentioned parenting but the lure of the easy buck is far too tempting for a regular nine to five job or the making of a home.

Let us hone in on a case in point.

Zelda was a pretty young thing scraping out a living working for almost three years in the "Gentlemen's Club" circuit of a major Pacific Northwest city. On the surface, she was quite average in appearance and would not attract attention in almost any setting. It was at night that she came alive and her twisting gyrating body twirled around the thick metal pole like a serpent from Biblical times in the Garden of Eden. She was a strong girl and had even considered a semi-professional career in woman's wrestling before she decided that the "tips" in her garter belt was more fulfilling.

When she was still in that "pre-getting fucked" stage of naïve thought processes, the pretty Zelda dreamed of becoming a designer for stage productions or even some high fashion company in need of her creations. All of that came to a screeching halt when she came to the attention of a small and rather vicious motorcycle gang that had its "office" halfway between Zelda's house and the school that she had attended for several years. It was the week of her graduation from school and just after her eighteenth birthday that Zelda crossed her path with Deshawn and Desmond Brown visiting the gang's clubhouse from the Los Angeles chapter of the same infamous gang that seemed to continue in criminal activities despite many arrests and inter-gang related violence.

Now, the truth of the matter is that Deshawn was quite the handsome young lad all decked out in his black leathers and devilish moustache that dominated his facial features. His older brother Desmond was not as pretty and presented a brutish appearance at first glance. Those that knew them well understood that Deshawn was the impulsive troublemaker and that Desmond was the "brains" of the duo.

When they both saw Zelda come walking by the clubhouse with her pink leggings and pretty pigtail that made her look much younger, they swooped down on her like some birds of prey spotting a prime target within their easy reach.

"Where you going, little Miss Perfect?"

Zelda had to giggle because Deshawn was so blatant in his approach that it was obvious the only thing he had on his mind was pussy. Desmond didn't say a word letting his handsome brother do all the talking. She stopped to talk to Deshawn because she was in no hurry to get to school and meet up with the two girls who had been bullying her of late with their nasty attitude about her still being a virgin. In the back of her mind, Deshawn seemed the perfect opportunity to break out of that mold and show those two Irish bitches she was no virgin and not someone who could be bullied. Of course, neither Deshawn nor Desmond knew she was that ripe for the taking because they had expected more of a rejection by the normal-looking schoolgirl.

It was relatively easy for them to talk her into coming into the clubhouse to check out the fresh weed they had brought in from the farm hidden inside the National Forest. She had smoked a few joints behind the girl's bathroom on the sport's field and remembered how nice they made her feel without a care in the world. Besides, it wasn't allowed and that made it even more exciting and tingly to her ever-present pussy.

The other members were all out on a run into the High Country to check out some connections with a red-neck group that needed lots of weed for their celebrations.

"OK, Miss Perfect, let's see you get up on that pool table show us what you got."

Zelda giggled and replied,

"My name is not Miss Perfect, it is Zelda and what I got you can't have."

That sort of upset Deshawn and he roughly yanked off the girl's skirt and panties leaving her naked from the waist down.

"Now, let's see some dancing Zelda and I mean the kind of dancing that will make our dicks nice and hard."

Zelda suddenly realized she was in big time trouble but she really had no option other than to do was she was told. Perhaps they would be satisfied with her dancing and not try any funny business like sticking their things in her pussy or her ass or even her mouth. She had it in the mouth before but not the other stuff and was a bit frightened at the prospect. Her dancing was sensuous but uninspired and after a while the two men tired of her naked display and pulled her down into an "all fours" position on top of the pool table. Desmond held her arms immobile and Deshawn mounted her pretty ass and sodomized her without saying a single word. She was so surprised that all she could say was,

"Oh, my God!"

The handsome lad gave it to her good until he was forced to shoot his load in her trembling heart-shaped backside. It had been real nice because her cheeks were jiggling with a little bit of baby fat and the squishing sound of her sphincter being stretched was delectable.

Deshawn pulled out leaving the trail of white cum dripping down onto the green felt below. He was immediately replaced by the heavier and much bigger Desmond who decided her ass was far too tight for his big fellow and he shoved his entire business up her virgin slit taking her cherry in the process. Her wail of distress made them both laugh because it confirmed they had just initiated a "cherry" girl into the art of getting fucked.

Zelda's immediate concern was that they might just decide to strangle her and dump her in a convenient land-fill but she was led on a leash down to a darkened basement and made to join a huddled group of a half-dozen other young females without a stitch to their names. They seemed relatively calm so she figured they were not being subjected to any overbearing punishments or sexual demands recently. They chattered like little monkeys informing her about the location of the "throne" in the corner behind a wooden partition and the pipe in the wall that gave them water to drink and wash. All the girls including her had a long thin chain of incredible strength that gave them all enough lead to reach both the toilet and the pipe. She heard them talking about the harassment of "hosing" them down with the regular garden variety green hose like they were a bunch of rioting teenagers that needed quieting down. A couple of the girls sobbed at the recollection showing that they were right on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

A short Oriental girl with a patch over one eye came in with a big steaming pot of what looked like soup and dished out paper bowls to each of them telling them,

"You girls act real careful now and don't spill this on the floor and make a mess. I am not your maid and I will tell the boys to give you a workout."

Zelda thought the soup was terrible but she ate it anyway because she had absolutely no idea how often they would be fed. The looked around at her companions. Two of the girls were only teenagers like her and they tearfully recounted how they were lured into a van by the gang members who promised a "party" with lots of booze and boys. Their party turned into an unscheduled gangbang that left them feeling dirty and used. It was obvious that they both were well versed in the nasty side of dirty sex and that they were more angry at being tricked than in actually being made sex-toys by the outlaw gang.

Zelda stayed in the basement for three more nights before they were all led out still naked into the RV and handcuffed to the pipe that ran the entire length of the wall. Two of the gang members were in the front joking about the back of the RV being "packed with pussy". As far as Zelda could tell, they were headed up to the high country near the Canadian border. It was an area that was sparsely populated and the road was getting worse as they headed deeper into the area off the beaten track.

It was surprising to find a large house and lots of outbuildings tucked away in the wilderness like some cultist camp that practiced weird beliefs. There seemed to be a lot of rough looking men hanging around looking like they were getting ready for a party or a celebration. She didn't know it at the time, but they were part of the reason for the celebration.

The seven females were led in on a silver chain inside a large open-sided tent with straw on the ground instead of a floor. There were already about twenty other females similar to them in their naked glory looking totally overwhelmed with their plight. It didn't look like any of the girls were over the age of thirty and they were all relatively on the slender side with the exception of one or two that looked like they liked dessert a little too much.

A strange looking girl with black hair in a pony-tail sat back to back with her on the straw-covered ground and told her,

"Keep your mouth shut, I saw them mouth fuck a girl for over an hour just because she asked a simple question."

They whispered to each other and Zelda found out that the girl who was called Happy Beaver was an Indian snatched off the reservation by an innocent looking team of "missionaries" that were recruiting female flesh for the "Big Hunt". All she knew was that the man and woman seemed to think she was a prime candidate for the annual event and she knew it was something that would not end well for any of the girls in the group.

That afternoon there was some sort of shooting contest and they saw that there had to be at least forty or fifty "Hunters" ready to complete in the contest and to later participate in the Hunt. She wondered what they were hunting and asked the Indian girl who looked at her with pity for her naïve attitude and simply said,

"Us, honey, they are going to hunt us and they are using real bullets."

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