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Writer: Regis
Subject: DEER HUNTING LORETTA 2
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Deer Hunting Loretta 2
Loretta had no idea how long she had been sleeping, but she was aching all over when the beach boys came into the room. They were dressed now, in jeans, t-shirts and sneakers. They looked just as good dressed as they did naked. She had to admit these two guys were real hunks.
She tried desperately to cover her nakedness, but they ignored her. They threw a grey blanket over the cage and then picked it up. She was taken up the stairs and out through a door into the backyard, where her cage was loaded into a van. As soon as the cage was in the van, they pulled the blanket off.
It was daylight, and she thought the sun was high, but from her cramped position on the floor of the van, she couldn’t see anything, couldn’t tell for certain. What was certain was that her bladder was about to burst, and she also had a desperate need for a bowel movement.
“Please,” she said, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“I know,” said one of the boys, “and I want you to continue to experience that growing need. If you do it in your cage, I’m personally going to kill you with my bare hands.” Before the sliding door of the van closed, her cage was opened, and she was given a bowl and spoon, a full box of sugar-coated dry cereal and a quart of milk. Then the door slammed closed.
Hours later, the van was still sitting in the back yard, and the sun had moved around, so that the dark vehicle was soon severely overheated. Loretta was perspiring so much that her blanket was damp, and she was in intense agony from abdominal cramps due to the growing pressure in both her packed bladder and her overstuffed colon.
The two young men finally came back and collected the empty cereal package and milk carton, and replaced them with another box of cereal and a second quart of cold milk. At least they were not forcing her to go hungry, but she would have preferred that to being caged naked.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” she whimpered, “Please!”
“If we don’t take her, she’ll do it in the cage, and we’ll have to clean it up,” one of the boys said to the other.
“Do you think she’ll cooperate, and do it properly, like a good dog, or should I say ‘bitch’?” the other asked.
“You bet!” she said, “Please, I have to go so bad.” She was experiencing severe bowel cramps from the tight packing in her colon, and she was now desperate. The boys opened her cage, not to release her, as she hoped, but to placed a collar around her neck.
It was a choke chain, a simple loop that could be pulled very tight, but would release when the tension on it was released. One of the muscular beach boys fastened a chain leash to the ring at the loose end. Suddenly, without warning, he gave the leash a sharp tug, jerking the chain loop too tight around her slender neck.
“Jump out, on your hands and knees, and crawl like a dog, bitch!” he commanded. Loretta obediently squeezed out of the wire cage and hopped down to the ground, and started to crawl, straining on the leash, toward the house. The leash jerked again, and the choke chain gave her a painful shot in the neck.
“This way, bitch!” the boy with the leash said, and he tugged her toward the garage. “Around the back, where you can do your disgusting trick without attracting the attention of everyone in the neighborhood. She was quickly reminded of her nakedness, and she raised her knees off the ground so she could move faster, crawling on her hands and feet.
“You’re learning fast, bitch, but don’t hold your ass so high in the air.” She bent her knees more, and found that although it was more difficulty at first, she could move more smoothly this way. When they reached the back of the garage, she was led to a garden area where the soil had been recently dug up.
“Dig a hole with your hands,” the boy with the leash said. She did. “Now squat over it and piss into it,” he said. The two older boys watched and laughed as she did as she was told, in the fashion of a dog. When the stream had reduced to a trickle, he said “Now hump your back like a dog and shit into the hole.”
This was completely humiliating. Her need to delicate was so great that she could not possibly resist his command. With tears streaming down her face, she arched her back and strained, watching between her legs to see that she was dropping her feces into the piss-soaked hole in the dirt.
This whole bizarre treatment was completely degrading, worse than anything she had ever seen before, and Loretta sobbed as she strained, fighting constipation, and suddenly and painfully produced a thick twisted knob of her hard packed shit. It stretched her tight anus to the limit, and felt exactly as the violent ass rape had the night before.
She was glad she had dug the hole in the moist soil as wide as she had, because the tight shit ball fell well off-center, and rolled down the side to the deepest part of the hole. She adjusted the position of her hips over the hand-scooped depression in the earth to improve her aim, because to miss it completely could bring dire consequences.
Loretta knew from the experience of watching the live violent performance of rape, merciless genital whipping and deep sex organ piercing that when it came to naked young girls, these powerful boys played hard ball. She saw her firm round boobies dangling as she watched her progress between her spread legs.
She was again reminded of her nakedness. With the odor of her freshly produced excrement drifting up to her nostrils, she was hit in the face with the reality of her desperate situation, and the gross obscenity of the act she was performing for the boys like a trained seal. Her face flushed with shame as she produced a long flexible turd that curled into the fresh hand-dug hole in the soil, beside the first.
She noticed that in this part of the garden the soil was moist and loose, but dry and firmly packed everywhere else. It had clearly been freshly dug this morning. As she finished her humiliating crap, she also notice with a shiver that the shape and size of the freshly turned soil was the same as a grave.
“Cover over that stinking shit!” the boy said as he gave a firm jerk on the leash. She did so, and looked at him fearfully. If this was a new grave, maybe somebody had been murdered, she thought. She was startled at the directness with which the answer to her thoughts came.
“Yours isn’t the only shit in that soil,” the other beach boy said to her, and the one with the leash laughed. “There is also a bitch carcass in there, a human shit.”
“I wouldn’t call that lovely female stockbroker a shit,” he said, “I thought she put on a great show last night.”
“You killed her, the beautiful business lady?” Loretta stammered, shocked at the news. It was so appalling she could not believe what she was hearing, and she dropped another fat stool, which also needed covering. She was so shocked that without thinking she picked up her own excrement in her bare hand and dug another hole to bury it.
She looked to the big naked boys with their raging erections for confirmation of the astounding news. “After everybody left last night, did you two guys kill that beautiful businesswoman?”
“Hell no,” the boy said, “That would have been a fuckin’ waste. It’s too bad you left the show so early. After the needle act, the climax of the show was her snuffing. Everybody stayed for that. Her death was what the people all came to see.”
“You really killed that woman, right there on the stage?” Loretta asked incredulously, “with all those people watching you?”
“It was a real blast,” he answered. “She was a lively bitch, and put up a great fight, right up to the end. Those good-looking business bitches with their tight abs, long gorgeous legs and big bouncing tits are always the best.”
“Ya,” the other said, “And not a bad piece of ass, either, though her fresh hole was best. Usually we don’t bury them here in the back yard, but we got this special show to get you ready for today, so it was the best way do deal with the fresh carcass of this lovely lady.
“We gave her a special mattress and blanket of lye, so she’ll be completely gone soon.” Loretta was startled to hear she was going to be in a show, and wondered what he meant by ‘fresh hole’, but she knew better than to ask, because that would show up her ignorance.
She somehow felt like a co-conspirator in the killing of the beautiful woman, because she had watched her brutal rape, and they told her so openly of their guilty act. She was feeling guilt for the act of murder in having been there, having witnessed part of it, and now knowing that it had happened.
Her fear was partly replaced by at first revulsion, thinking of the beautiful and smart looking business woman now lying dead beneath her, and then with curiosity, wondering how it could have happened. She was now sorry that she had missed something so exciting as a staged murder, not knowing it was coming.
He had said that the business woman’s death was what the people had come to see, so it was all planned, and everybody but her knew about it all along! She shivered again, but this time there was also a twinge of excitement, and anticipation. Would she get to see the deliberate sex killing of another woman, and know about it before it happened?
“You should have seen that bitch swinging by her big tits,” the boy who had ass-raped Loretta said, “and taking all them darts,” he added with enthusiasm, “it was fantastic. Now I want you to clean your asshole by skidding it on the grass, like a real dog, bitch!” the other boy said.
“Bring your legs forward, lift them in the air, and walk on your hands. That will make your ass slide on the grass, and clean out your ass grove.” Loretta was revolted at the degrading way she was being treated, but she resentfully complied, and by arching her back severely, she found that it worked.
Her anus rubbed on the grass as she walked on her hands between her legs, and by doing this her ass was soon scraped completely clean. She was startled as she looked down to see that her neatly trimmed vagina was moist and open, a clear signal that she was aroused at this obscene humiliation.
Loretta realized that her greatest hope right now was triggered by a deep sense of carnal lust. She wanted to have the big pricks of one of these powerful boys, who she knew were murderers, take her again, as if she were still a virgin. Was that asking too much? She now really wanted to be fucked.
‘Oh God,’ she thought to herself, ‘how gross, I’m so sick for even thinking of that.’ The burly beach boy jerked on her leash, and with the naked Loretta in the lead, they headed back to the van, where she was again caged like a dog. The loose choke chain was left on her, to constantly remind her of her new status.
Instead of leaving this time, the boys jumped into the front of the van, and began to drive. Loretta was famished, so she ate three more bowls of the sweet cereal, which happened to be one of her favorites. She found that being on her hands and knees was the best way to travel in this cramped cage.
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Twenty minutes later the van came to a halt and the motor was switched off. All Loretta could see was sky. The boys got out of the van, and were gone for about ten minutes. When they returned, the van was started again, and drove into a huge building with a monstrously big door.
When the side door of the van opened, she could see they had driven the van into a hanger, and they were parked beside a twin-engine airplane. She saw a mechanic in coveralls on the other side of the plane, and the boys were talking to another man, who wore a brown leather jacket.
“We’ve got a delivery, “one of the boys said, “This one’s a new hound, going out to the ranch. The other one drove up directly with Rich. This one’s fifteen, and pretty. I hear she’s going to be upgraded from a bitch to a deer.” This caught the men’s attention, and the mechanic and pilot came around to inspect the naked girl kneeling in the cage.
The two boys turned the cage around, to show the curious men her rear end. “Look at that ass on her,” the beach boy said, “nice and lean, the way I like them, with the anus exposed in that neat hollow. I got into it last night.”
The men looked at him. “With the boss’s permission, of course,” the boy said. “He set it up, so I’d do it when I took her. He was watching through the one-way mirror in the ladies’ can.
“And look at that cunt on the little bitch, have you ever seen one so perfect, on a little bitch so young? She’s a real exhibitionist. And would you believe that a perfect cunt like this one, already fifteen, is still sealed?”
“Holy fuck,” the mechanic said, “Such a beautiful cunt, and she’s going up there to be a fucking deer?”
“Would I lie to you?” the boy said, and winked at him. “Had any teenage pussy lately?”
“I got into the asshole of one of them twelve-year-old twins that was flown up there a month back, when they were left here overnight before the trip. Rich told me and Bill he wanted both of the little bitches bung holed, to hurt them good without messing them up, and to leave them virgins. Them two pretty little cunts was used as deer girls too, weren’t they?”
“Ya, but Rich wants to try it again,” one of the beach boys explained. “We were there for that one, before the two big muscle broads were hired. That was our first event. One of those twins bought it first shot, twisted around on an arrow aimed at her shoulder.
“The stupid cunt took it right through her little nipple, which made it a direct hit on her pounding little heart. The other one ran from behind a tree, spooked a horse and got knocked over. She hit her head on a rock, and never regained consciousness, so neither one of them provided any fun for the participants.”
Loretta shivered with the incredible news she was hearing, as she saw herself and her role here in a new light. But the next thing she heard gave her even more reason for concern. “Rich is driving another one up there right now, same fuckin’ age, tanned as well as this one, and they should be nearly there. He said he needed two for this hunt.”
“Let’s get moving,” the other beach boy said, before she could work out what she had learned. “Rich said the deer hunt is to happen today.” They pulled Loretta’s crate out of the van, and loaded it into the luggage hatch in the airplane. It was a small craft, and the hatch was just large enough to hold the wire cage.
During the transfer, Loretta was further embarrassed by her nakedness when she saw that there were several other men working in the large hanger, who kept at their work, but watched as the cage with its remarkable contents was moved from the van to the plane.
The small compartment was immediately behind the back seats, and she could see over the top of the seats a view upward, so when the plane started to move, she could monitor its movement out of the hanger, and into the cloudless daylight. The sun was very high, so she imagined it could not be more than an hour before or after noon.
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The flight lasted nearly two hours, and when the plane finally rolled to a stop and her cage was unloaded, she was surprised to see that the two burly beach boys had not made the trip. Her cage was handled by a pair of strong, healthy-looking women with the well-developed musculature of bodybuilders.
They wore tight tank tops that were a couple of sizes too small, obscenely squeezing their large firm breasts, extremely short shorts, and high heeled pumps. Their skirts were short enough she could see when they moved they wore no panties, so both flashed their bare bald cunts with every step.
There was no privacy provided, as there was no hanger where they’d landed, just an open grass field, and from what she could see, Loretta quickly realized that the plane had landed at what appeared to be a private ranch. It would be the perfect place from which to hunt deer. Or naked teen girls.
There was a well-manicured grass runway, and a large paved apron, with half a dozen corporate jets parked by a cluster of trees, with netting pulled over them, either to provide some shade, or perhaps camouflage. A golf cart was parked beside the plane, and her crate was loaded, tilted, onto the back of the cart.
Loretta remained kneeling in the confining space, but also now leaned against the side of the wire cage to keep her balance. The pilot walked over as the cage was transferred, and as the women climbed onto the two seats on the golf cart, he placed his hand through the wire end of the cage, and slid an extended firm finger into the folds of Loretta’s vagina.
She squealed at the gross indignity to her privacy as he checked for himself the boys’ story that this one was a virgin. The golf cart was unloaded inside the tack room. As Loretta was allowed to crawl out of the cramped wire cage, a leash was attached to her choke chain, and she was taken for another walk by one of the women to relieve herself.
This time she was not led to a private place behind a garage, but was instead forced to crawl ahead of her handler onto a broad lawn in front of the rambling ranch house. A garden party was in progress, and Loretta recognized many of the people as having been present at the sex show she had attended last night, hundreds of miles away.
She realized she was not the only one to have a plane ride that day. The guests were now in casual clothing, and they were being served refreshments by half a dozen ten-year-old girls, decked out in pretty white dresses. The ruffled skirts were right up at their rib cages, and did nothing to hide the nakedness of their groins. Rich was there, carrying a stiff leather riding crop, and he spoke to her.
“How was your flight, dear?” he said, not expecting an answer. “Let’s hear your bark,” he said, resting the riding crop across her bare back. She made a barking sound, and everyone laughed. Encouraged, she started making the sharp barking sound, more loudly this time.
She notice that the pilot who had fingered her cunt through the cage was standing by the airplane, lighting a fresh cigarette, and was watching her. One of the muscular women approached him. The guests all watched as Loretta was commanded to do her dog shitting trick.
This time she was ready, but was confused, as there was no loose soil to dig. She blushed severely as she squatted and urinated on the lawn, then on command, she arched her back and defecated on the short grass of the manicured lawn like a shameless dog.
“Clean yourself, bitch,” the woman holding her leash said, and used a sharp tug to encourage action.
Remembering her lesson of the morning, Loretta brought her legs forward, lifted them so she could walk on her hands, and dragged her buttocks on the freshly trimmed grass, wiping her pretty ass crack clean.
One of the little girls brought some paper towel, and the child picked up the fresh feces from the lawn with her bare hands, as if it were something she did every day, and put it onto the spread paper she held, then carried the fresh girl-shit off to dispose of it in the trash bin behind the house.
“You take to being an animal very well, don’t you, girl?” commented Rich. He turned to a young man in a t shirt and jeans. “You can go up now and get the pit ready.” Loretta wondered if the pit was something she would see in whatever event she was to be involved in.
She felt the tightness of the chain around her neck that told her she was not to respond to any questions as she knelt naked before him on the lawn. Looking at his riding boots, she thought of her father, and his work boots, that she had seen him use so viciously on her mother.
She remembered her mom often having her ribs taped and her large breasts bandaged from the abuse she took for not pleasing the violent man. Once he had pressed the toe of his boot right up into her mother’s cunt. She had grown to believe that being abused by men was what women were for, and much of what she has seen since had confirmed that belief.
“I think you make a very becoming dog, girl, or should I say bitch?”
The riding crop made gentle contact with the slot of her crotch, rubbing against the tender bulging lump of her rectum, and then crossing softly the edges of her delicate distended cunt lips. She lowered her head in humiliation. She shivered as she realized the whip would soon strike her exposed sex meat.
“Isn’t this a lovely little bitch we have here?” Rich said to the guests who were gathering around her. “Roll over onto your back, you pretty little submissive bitch,” he commanded. Loretta responded quickly, not wanting to rile the powerful man, or feel the sting of his whip.
He ran the flap on the tip of his riding crop across her collar bone, and then casually slid it down across her round breasts, circling the nipples. “Look at these lovely little titties,” he said to the amused audience. “If she were permitted to grow into an adult, I’ll bet she would develop full mammaries.”
Loretta was confused by the conditional form of Rich’s statement, and was bursting with curiosity about her impending fate. Was it possible she would not survive this humiliating treatment? There was no way they going to kill her! The riding crop traced a path across her belly and reached the split of her young and totally exposed vagina.
“Let’s see if she’s in season,” Rich said. She lifted and spread her legs in submission as the riding crop traced an unhurried line down across her pretty open split, and slid down to the delicate pucker of her bulging anus, then moved back up the line of her sex organ to the light puff of neatly trimmed blonde curls on her naked pubic mound.
“From the look of it, I think this pretty little vagina has never whelped any pups, but that tight little bung hole looks like it’s ready for mating.” Loretta trembled, remembering the painful invasion of her colon last night. She was certain Rich had ordered that violent anal rape.
Rich slapped the whip against her bare cunt with three rapid sharp blows. “Get back over on your hands and knees, little bitch!” he said. The guests all laughed at her immediate obedience. “Here, Rex,” Rich called, and a very large mastiff came running. “Look at what we’ve brought you, lad.”
The big dog’s tail was wagging, and it circled the kneeling girl, sniffing with particular interest her private parts, then licking them with its sloppy wet tongue. From her position with her head down, she was able to see that the beast was sexually aroused, with it’s long thick penis rapidly growing as it slid out of its sheath.
This was a horny animal, and it could be a problem.
They had owned a puppy at home, a miniature poodle.
When it was a year old, it had to be destroyed, because whenever an opportunity presented itself, it mounted people’s legs, trying to fuck them, and it spurted its jism onto men’s pants and women’s stockings.
“Lift your hips,” Rich commanded, placing the riding crop under her tummy and pressing it upward. Moving around her, she could see the hound’s tail had been docked, stood raised, revealing its anus and a large pair of swinging testicles.
As Loretta obeyed, the dog mounted her, climbing onto her from behind. She could feel the head of the animal’s moist extended organ thrusting aimlessly against her crotch, rubbing against the lips of her vagina. It was in no hurry, but was measuring by feel her groin with its rigid penis.
Then the beast slid forward, and it pressed the broad head of its big dong firmly against her tight anus. She screamed out as she realized what it was about to do, and the big animal hunched up and suddenly lunged, rapidly driving the amazingly rigid penis brutally and painfully deep into her dry fundament.
The thick canine flesh shaft stretched her anus agonizingly, but was moist enough to avoid splitting her brutally invaded rectum. This unwelcome invasion hurt much more than the beach boy’s lubricated entry of her pained bottom had been, and she thought she was going to die.
For some reason, Loretta turned her head over away from the people on the lawn and looked toward the field as the hound humped brutally into her. She saw the pilot, leaning against the aircraft and smoking, watching her debasement as he chatted with the other woman who had met the plane, and had helped take Loretta’s dog cage to the tack room.
Her eyes were fixed on the figure of the pilot as he talked to the sexy looking woman in the tight t shirt and shorts. She felt the hound’s thick penis stroking evenly into her tightly stretched asshole, and the pain from the rapid swelling of the bulb at the base of his stout flesh shaft that effectively locked him inside her tight anus.
Loretta’s attention was focused on the strong male figure of the pilot as he tossed his cigarette but onto the ground, twisted it out with his shoe, and then climbed into the small aircraft and started the engines. He was still watching her kneeling naked in front of the people on the expansive lawn, giving the people a thrill as she took the huge hound’s thrusting penis in her fundament.
She felt the heavy painful thrusting of the large dog’s thick penis rutting in her colon as she heard the aircraft’s twin engines rev up, and she caught the pilot’s curious but compassionless glance as she watched the plane turn and taxi, angling away along the prepared grass runway.
More than anything else, that brief look told her that she was truly nothing to these people but a sex object, a stimulating but valueless article, like the girls she had watched last night, or worse still, like that attractive business woman, to be raped, sexually abused and then mercilessly killed.
The gorgeous woman’s death had been simply for the audience’s entertainment! These were powerful people, the kind she had heard talk about, but did not believe could really exist. They had so much power and control over females, and were willing to use it; the whole thing was crazy.
Her knees and elbows dug into the grass and she rocked forward and back with the weight and strength of the huge canine butt fucking her. As the motors of the aircraft roared the mastiff doubled his efforts, and Loretta kept her eyes on the plane as it sped away across the grass strip.
Loretta threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs as the small craft lifted into the air. The huge Irish Wolfhound had reached orgasm, and it blew its hot slimy spunk into her intestines as she knelt naked in front of all these people, who were laughing with delight at her humiliation.
In just twelve short hours, the innocent young Loretta had twice had her tight anus bred to thick raging pricks, one from a husky boy and the other a hound, but both of them were controlled by Rich, the man who now had supreme authority over her life, and still she remained a virgin.
Her emotions welled to overflowing, and she sobbed as she realized that this powerful man Rich, who gave the orders, was now her absolute master, a man she knew had ordered the entertainment murder she had just missed witnessing on stage, of the beautiful business woman last night.
On command, the huge mastiff lifted up and painfully pulled its still ejaculating penis out of her, violently jerking the thick hard ball at the base of the organ through her anus. She couldn’t believe the relief as the knobby flesh shaft slid out of her tender and bruised rectum.
Loretta sobbed uncontrollably, her face hidden as her head rested on her folded arms on the cool grass. She could hear the comments from the people as she crouched there, and she felt the dog’s slick cum oozing out of her rectum and dribbling down across her naked cunt.
This time she ignored the painful jerk on the choke chain around her neck. That brought about the one thing she should have expected, but had not. Without warning, the hard leather riding crop smashed into the gap between her raised buttocks, stinging both her swollen red cum-slicked anus and her virgin vagina, stinging the tight flesh between them.
She lifted up with a startled scream, flexing her lean back beautifully, and tightening her tits as she leaned back. The stiff whip smashed down across the tops of her stretched round breasts, making them bounce, and she screamed louder and more desperately.
Her screams were reduced to a series of shrill frantic gasps as the sharp pain seared through her groin and chest. She could never have guessed how painful a blow to her breasts, cunt and asshole could be from such a short riding crop. No wonder horses obeyed.
The woman holding her leash jerked it sharply once more, and this time Loretta lifted her knees and walked in the crouched posture on her hands and feet like a dog, as she had been taught to do earlier that same day. In this position, her bare and now stinging groin was fully displayed to the amused people watching, by design.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO