Unfair Game

Unfair Game Part 6

Debra, Sarah, Andrea, Erica and Angela into the darkness…

At Raul’s base camp five of the downed airliner captives were being outfitted and set free to be hunted. Twenty-one-year-old Debra Darnell was a raven haired girl five-foot-three in height with generously proportioned breasts and flashing dark brown eyes. She was accompanied by twenty-year-old Sarah O’Shea and eighteen-year-old Andrea Li. Sarah was as blonde and light skinned as Andrea was dark haired with an olive complexion. The final two targets were seventeen-year-old Erica Smith and fifteen-year-old Angela Gonzales. Both girls had dark hair and were delightfully attractive.

The five victims were to be hunted by two pistol hunters who would pursue the five beauties alone with no help from Raul’s trackers. The women were given the usual six hour head start. There were at a disadvantage from the start in that both Andrea and Angela had earlier suffered sprained ankles. Walking splints had been fashioned that allowed the two injured women to hobble on at about half a normal walking pace. Both struggling girls needed walking support from the other girls. The hunters were disadvantaged in not being assisted by trackers which would offset their unencumbered mobility.

Debra and Sarah as the oldest members of the girls assumed leadership roles. They chose to flee north and head for Zaire where they hoped to find civilization and safety. Even with the injured girls in tow they would try to travel twenty miles a day, reaching Zaire in four or five days. They determined to find a north/south running river or creek that would give them drinking water and cover their tracks from their pursuers. The five girls struggled onto a northbound trail with Debra leading the way and Erica assisting Angela while Sarah cared for the injured Andrea. After five hours they rested in a tiny open area off the trail while Debra reconnoitered the trail ahead.

Sarah could hear rushing water after pushing ahead nearly half a mile. She quickly returned to the resting girls and together they moved forward on the trail until they came to a small river. The women drank their fill of the cool water and then carefully made their way upstream. Progress was considerably slowed by the unstable footing along the river bank. By the time the sun was setting they had traveled only two miles since leaving the trail. As darkness settled into the jungle the five young women found a flat open area beside the river and stopped for the night. The frightened women comforted one another as they quietly listened to the sound of animals calling in the night. No sign or sound from the pistol hunters was detected.

What the women did not know was that an even greater danger had been hunting them stealthfully since they had entered the river valley. The chosen escape route had led the girls into territory controlled and harvested by a tribe of blood thirsty warriors and part-time cannibals. A few of the natives watched and waited quietly throughout the night while their brethren prepared traps up river for the unsuspecting beauties. While the girls fitfully slept several lethal entanglements were being assembled.

Doubling the young women’s problems was their choice of staying on a northbound course. The two pistol hunters had no problem tracking their prey and were only two miles behind the women at the site where the girls had encountered the river. When the sun rose the five girls would walk themselves into set traps to their front and be hunted with pistols from behind.

The jungle heat faded as the night progressed. The thinly clad girls huddled tightly together to retain body heat. They spent a restless night without much sleep. Before the sun rose the five girls departed their overnight camp. By the time the sun was above the distant horizon the girls had traversed two miles. Erica led the way while assisting fifteen-year-old Angela who limped along on makeshift crutches. Following close behind came Debra who helped the previously raped and abused Andrea Li whose twice broken ankle was severally swollen and poorly splinted. The dark-haired girl grimaced and whimpered in pain with nearly each step she was forced to take. She clung tightly to Debra’s shoulder. Twenty-year-old Sarah followed the others a bit farther back, glancing over her shoulder repeatedly in search of the hunters.

The hunters were in fact closer than she suspected. So close were they that glimpses of Sarah’s pink shorts were frequently seen as she passed through the thick foliage along the river trail. The hunters crept closer to the women before veering away and increasing their stalking speed. They were intent upon putting the women between them and the river so they could charge into the women leaving their prey no direction to escape. For a short time the hunters stayed parallel the women keeping just out of sight. Andrea’s moans and groans as well as the chatter from the other girls made tracking them an easy chore. Once past the girl’s line of travel the hunters turned toward the river and with pistols at the ready waited for a soft target to appear.

Staying about ten yards distance from each other the hunters heard the first two girls pass them by. The next two girls, dark-haired Erica and Angela were forced by the narrowness of the trail to walk single-file down the path. Seventeen-year-old Erica led the way while fifteen-year-old Angela limped along about six feet behind. The older girl suddenly caught her foot on a vine strung across the trail and with a yelp of surprise tripped forward. She took two steps to keep her balance but by staying upright she became a target as stressed branches from five directions were released and swung at her body. The branches were studded with sharpened spikes protruding menacingly. From her lower and upper left and right as well as from directly above the hapless girl the branches honed in on the green-eyed girl.

Her yelp of surprise changed to a cry of pain as the two lower branches struck the seventeen-year-old. The right branch slammed into Erica’s knee just as she planted her foot. The combination of forces fractured the knee and twisted her body to the right. A fraction of a second later the second branch struck the one-hundred-pound girl. A spike from that branch tore through the material of Erica’s black mini-skirt digging deep into the soft flesh of her waist. The force of the strike drove the sharp spike completely though the girl’s narrow waist before tearing through the back of her skirt. The doubled-over girl was hurled backward toward her limping friend Angela.

The terrified fifteen-year-old watched in horror as her friend was tripped and then impaled by the trap. She was transfixed by the sight and did not see the upper branches of the trap as they descended toward her. A cry of pain gushed from her lips as the upper right branch swung into her shoulder, sharpened spikes slicing through her t-shirt in two places. One spike tore into the soft flesh just above her right arm pit while the second spike struck and fractured her left collar bone before burrowing a further four inches into her body. The young girl did not have time to react to the twin strikes when the upper left branch caught her across the side of her pretty face. A ragged spike tore open her soft cheek from just below her lip to her ear. The branch itself struck Angela in the eye knocking her backward. The spikes buried in her upper body kept the bloodied girl from falling to the ground. From directly above her the fifth branch narrowly missed her as hurtled passed her injured head.

The trap was fully sprung leaving behind the two girls with bloody spikes embedded in their soft flesh. Five-foot tall Erica was on her knees trying to lift her body upright. Blood gushed down one leg from beneath her gore stained skirt. Her other leg angled away grotesquely at the knee where the branch had shattered her patella. Her moans of pain were interspersed by gushes of blood filled coughing that spilled down the front of her grey shirt. The impaled beauty was slowly loosing consciousness as more and more blood drained away from her body. She slumped to her side as her world turned a dark red and then all light faded.

Behind Erica, Angela was just returning to consciousness from the impact of twin spear stabbing and the fearsome branch slamming into her head. She had deep wounds in her chest and her facial appearance. The blow to her face had been hard enough to break her eye socket and knock the fifteen-year-old senseless. Her return to consciousness was a painful journey. She groaned in agony as broken and cracked bones rebelled at their mistreatment. The side of her face was ripped open to the cheek bone and swollen. One brown eye was smashed and bruised. Her t-shirt was soaked in blood from the wounds to her head and upper body. She stood on her one good leg dangling precariously impaled on the spikes that ripped into her chest. The pain was too great for her to be able to pull her body free. The one-hundred-pound brunette was loosing blood from her wounds as quickly as little Erica had. She was becoming more and more unstable as she fought to regain her equilibrium. She saw her seventeen-year-old friend fade to unconsciousness and she held out for almost two minutes before she too lost her fight to stay awake. As she faded away she thought she heard the sound of explosions in the distance but she was too far gone to make much sense of the sounds.

The sounds of the trap being sprung alerted Debra and Andrea to the misfortune behind them. Debra turned back leaving Andrea behind as she sprinted toward the sounds. Limping Andrea tried to follow but soon found herself nearly fifty-feet behind. The two hunters crouched in the brush close to the trail. The sound of Debra running down the trail re-focused their attention. The first hunter had Debra in his sights as she approached. He led the five-foot-three-inch beauty in his sights and was just about to pull the trigger when he heard Andrea staggering down the trail behind her. Relaxing his finger he let Debra run by to become the prey of his cohort and turned his weapon toward the limping Asian girl.

At almost the same instant to two hunters fired their weapons. Debra was directly across from the second hunter who fired up at the running girl from his concealed position. His bullet nicked the back of the brunettes arm before it continued on into the under side of her breast. The bullet punched a small hole in the tender mammary before blasting out the top of the orb. The impact of the strike spun the girl away from the hunter who fired a second shot at the wounded girl. This time she was struck in the lower back near her spine. The projectile tore through her waist before ripping open the front of her tight fitting body shirt just below the gapping wound in her breast. The twin exit wounds sprayed a froth of blood and gore in front of the one-hundred-five-pound girl’s body. Driven forward by the force of the second bullet Debra lurched further off the trail and staggered toward the river’s bank. No sound came from the stricken girl’s lips as blood gushed into her throat filling her mouth with liquid gore. Her dark eyes were wide in pain and fear as she looked back at her limping friend Andrea.

She had fallen victim to the second hunters attack. The Oriental beauty’s erratic movement as she limped down the trail made her a difficult target. The hunter’s first shot struck a grazing blow to her shoulder ripping open the upper portion of the oversized shirt she wore She was spun away from the hunter who rapidly fired a second and third shot at the squealing girl. The second bullet hit the fleeing girl in her buttocks on the bottom curve of her partially exposed ass cheek before ripping open a diagonal gash across her lower back. The impact of the strike caused Andrea to arch her back sending the one-hundred-three pound girl sprawling forward toward the river. As she was driven forward she fought to stop her momentum as she neared the edge of the river bank. Her injured ankle twisted beneath her body as she stumbled on. She reached out with her arms to catch her fall snapping her already broken wrist in the process. Screaming in agony the bruised and bloodied girl had almost stopped her forward progress when the third bullet tore into the back of her shapely thigh. The upward traveling bullet ripped apart the soft flesh of the youngster’s inner thigh before exploding from the injured limb and spinning into Andrea’s smooth flat belly. Blood spewed from wound to her buttocks, shoulder, thigh, back and stomach as she tumbled head over heels over the edge of a steep embankment into the rushing river below. Her scream of pain ended as she disappeared beneath the rushing torrent. Her fading cries were heard in the distance as her body was smashed and pulverized by the violent flow of water which forced her into the boulders mid-stream and craggy cliffs encasing the river. Then only the rushing water was heard, and she was gone.

Debra’s mind was unable to comprehend what her eyes had seen. The front of her cut-off jeans were wet with blood that was pouring from the huge hole in her breast. She dropped to her knees at the edge of the river bank her head bowed forward. One shaky hand clutched at her mutilated breast trying unsuccessfully to stem the blood. Her world was filled with pain as her senses reeled she began to lose consciousness. She looked back at the hunter who was preparing to put another bullet into her body. The hunter held his fire as Debra slowly fell forward tumbling over the edge of the river bank. She was quickly swept downstream into the same jagged rocks and cliff edge that had claimed her friend Andrea.

The hunters watched the girls disappear into the river chasm then returned to the two women impaled on the cannibal spikes. They came upon the body of Angela who lay on her back, both legs bent beneath her. Large wounds in her chest still pumped blood that soaked her once white t-shirt. Her wavy mid-length black hair was splattered with blood that had sprayed from the gash in the side of her once-beautiful face. Leaving Angela where she lay the hunters followed the trail to where Erica slumped over the branch that had sent a spike ripping completely through her one-hundred-pound body. Her black mini-skirt was ripped apart at the back by the protruding blood smeared skewer. Her thighs were smeared with bloody steaks that pooled at her knees beneath her body. Lifting the girl’s head by the hair brought no reaction from Erica. She was left with her friend for the trap-setting natives to discover.

The hunters retraced the trail looking for signs of Sarah, the fifth girl. The twenty-year-old blonde had heard the sounds of the sprung trap and had started to run toward the noise. When the screams stopped and gun-fire erupted the green-eyed girl turned away and ran back up the trail. More gun-shots caused the five-foot-one-inch beauty to run away even faster. After several minutes the exhausted girl stopped to catch her breath. She struggled to control her breathing so she could listen for sounds of impending danger. The dense jungle was close around her but she could hear unmistakable sound of someone or something approaching from the direction of the gun-fire. Quietly the one-hundred-five-pound girl moved off the trail and away from the river. Without a sound the little blonde pushed through the jungle farther and farther from the river. Soon she was deep within the dense foliage proceeding slowly and constantly listening for sounds emanating from behind her. Her long blonde hair competed with the thick brush to block her vision. She was oblivious of the scrapes and scratches to her exposed legs and body as she pushed deeper into the bush. Her bikini top and pink shorts offered little protection.

By 9AM the hunters had discovered Sarah’s track. They too left the trail behind and pushed off after the fleeing blonde. Up ahead young Sarah had already stumbled into one of the native’s traps. For more than two hours she had eluded the hunters to no avail. The twenty-year-old blonde had pushed blindly through the thick jungle until she came upon a small open area. She passed between two trees as she entered the clearing then suddenly she felt something encircle her ankle. With sudden force her leg was jerked forward and upward as the noose-like vine pulled her off balance and into the air. She was pulled up quickly saving her from having the back of her head smashed into the ground. Her long blonde hair trailed behind her as she hung upside down by her captured ankle.

Her surprised squeal had just exited her lips when her upward and forward motion came to an abrupt halt. Her one-hundred-five pound body was slammed back first into the thick trunk of a tall tree. In a fraction of a second the pretty blonde’s world exploded in a flash of red-pain and then everything went black. Suspended by one ankle the five-foot-one-inch blonde swung like a pendulum. Her unfettered leg splayed out from her pink shorts bending back toward the ground at the knee. Her arms hung limply down, entangled in swirls of blonde hair that nearly reached to the ground. A purplish bruise extended up the side of her leg and hip culminating at the shoulder. A trickle of blood oozing from several points on the bruise ran down her battered back staining the dangling golden tresses.

Sarah’s green eyes were nearly closed, her mouth slackly open when the two hunters caught up to the girl twenty minutes later. The hunter cut the unconscious girl down and with care carried her away from the territory controlled by the local natives. Taking turns carrying the lightly clad girl the hunters retraced their trail until they were more than five miles away from the river.

Sarah’s body was explored and abused by the two men even as they carried her limp form over their shoulders. Their thick fingers poked into her vagina and anus with such force that the unconscious girl’s body jerked in protest. She slowly returned to life as the pain being inflicted on her tender body caused her to whimper and cry out in misery. Sarah was dumped to the ground when the men reached a clearing. The fall stunned her momentarily but soon she recovered and twisted her body about writhingly on the ground while helplessly trying to escape the two assailants.

The girl was rolled onto her back while one man pinned her thighs to the ground with his body. The second man ripped away the remnants of Sarah’s clothing using his knife to jab and shred the material. The girl’s soft flesh was punctured and gouged by the hunters knife as she twisted and gyrated her body in trying to avoid his intent. The men marveled at the smooth roundness of the blonde’s buttocks even as they both pulled their own pants down. Sarah screamed as the first man pinned her body onto her back while his compatriot spread her thighs. With a savage lunge the man forced his thick penis into her small soft body. She was raped with abandon, her focus drawn to the pain and humiliation, as the second man lashed her wrists together with a strip of leather.

Her arms were tied above her head allowing the second man to fondle and pinch at her small pink nipples. The two mounds of white flesh soon bore the scratches of this mammary assault. The one-hundred-five-pound girl kicked her legs and twisted her lithe body in agony as the two hunters had their way with her. She was raped vaginally and anally repeatedly. Her body was scratched and mauled by both men before they satisfied their carnal urges. The blonde girl screamed and squealed as each man battered her tender body. The men pulled on her long hair, using it for leverage as their thick male organs pounded in and out of the brutalized beauty. The defenseless girl’s green eyes remained open but unfocused as her body and mind went into shock. The hunters retrieved her torn bikini top and tied it round her limp body. She was pulled to her feet by the hair. Her wrists were unbound and the leather strap used to tie the shredded pink shorts around her narrow waist. When the men had finished dressing the girl, one scratched and lacerated breast swung free from the confines of her tight bikini top. Her black and blue hip could be clearly seen through her ripped shorts. Crying and whimpering in pain Sarah was shoved and dragged down the trail leading back to Raul’s compound. It was after 7PM by the time the battered and bloody girl was thrown through the camp gate at the compound. She was taken immediately to the hospital by Raul’s staff. The hunters collected a small bounty on her return.

to be continued…