Unfair Game

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…