Hunting Party

Chapter One-2

“Uh…what?” she gulped and her eyes went wide. She looked like she didn’t believe what she’d just heard.

“Gotta do it sooner or later, darlin’,” Stan’s grin sharpened. “Take off your clothes, hey?”

“Here?” she looked around nervously and then back at us.

“Here,” Stan nodded. “Now.” He added. Barbie just sat there with her hands fiddling in her lap. For the first time she looked a little scared.

Stan stood up. “Look, Barbie,” he said. “It either starts here or it ends here. You wanna go back? Call it quits?”

“No…no…” she shook her head after a moment. “You just…I’m kind of surprised is all. Give me a minute here?” She looked very nervous and confused now.

“Okay,” Stan smiled and nodded. “Let’s take it slower. How about you just take your boots and socks off to start?” He pointed at her feet.

“My boots?” she looked down at them, then back up at Stan. She looked puzzled.

“We start you off easy. Deal?”

She just looked at him for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay,” she said. She bent over and began unlacing her trail boots. Stan turned to us and winked. This was the part he liked best, ‘breaking in’ the new girl, getting her used to taking orders. He liked it even better when the girl was nervous and a little bit reluctant, like Barbie was.

We just watched in silence as she pulled her boots off and placed them neatly, side by side, on the ground under the bench. She peeled off her thick wool socks and stuffed them inside of the boots.

“There,” she said, looking up at Stan as if waiting for him to tell her what to do next.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, darlin’?” he grinned down at her. “Stand up now, so’s we can get a better look at you.”

She didn’t hesitate quite so long this time. We’d long ago raked out the campsite and there were no rocks or twigs to poke at the soles of her bare feet.

“Lose the hat,” Stan suggested. She shrugged, doffed it and laid it carefully on the table.

“You cold?” Stan asked.

“What?” She was puzzled again. “No, not really?”

“Then how ‘bout you take off that vest, darlin’? You’re doin’ fine, don’t worry.”

She obeyed and laid the vest down on the table alongside her hat. She still seemed nervous, but also a little excited now, as if she was starting to get into it. She looked at Stan again, waiting. We could see her pink little toes digging into the loose sandy soil. I don’t think she was even aware that she was doing that.

Stan looked her up and down and shook his head. “Still can’t get a picture of how you’re built, Barbie,” he said. “Let’s get rid of that big old shirt, hey?”

She licked her lips once, then looked down and began unbuttoning the flannel shirt. She pulled the shirttails out of her jeans and slowly peeled the shirt off, looking straight at Stan while she did that. Her gaze was steady, even if her hands were shaking a little. The black t-shirt she had on under the shirt was way too big for her and bagged out around her. She tossed the flannel shirt onto the table on top of her vest, tossed her head just enough to make her long, long ponytail quiver and put her hands on her hips. It looked as if she was daring Stan now, pushing back to see just how far he would go.

“I guess that there t-shirt helps to keep you warm, Barbie, but get rid of it now,” he said with a smile.

She showed no hesitation at all this time. She pulled the big old t-shirt off over her head and tossed it in the general direction of the table, putting her hands back on her hips again. Jack and I sat up a little straighter. She had on some kind of sports bra under the t-shirt, and that wasn’t fitting her loosely at all.

“36-C,” Jack whispered to me. “Maybe even D. I sure do hope they’re real.”

“More like C,” I whispered back. “Shut up. I’m watching.”

Stan put his hands on his own hips and sauntered a little closer to her. She didn’t back up. She just stood her ground, staring back at him.

“Next,” Stan said very quietly, nodding at the sports bra. She finally hesitated again, but only for a moment. Her arms crossed in front of her and her hands gripped the elastic band in the bottom of the sports bra. She pulled it off over her head with one quick movement, shaking her head to clear it from her long ponytail. The movement made her breasts jiggle nicely, telling us that they were indeed real. They looked full and round and taut in the firelight. Her n*****s were a dark tan, tinged with pink. They pointed slightly outwards and a little upwards. She let the sports bra drop to the ground and put her hands on her hips again. Her belly was more taut than flat, with a hint of muscles showing through from under her flesh. Stan stared at her breasts until she acted as if she couldn’t bear his gaze any more and was going to cover them with her hands and then he looked back up into her eyes. She still looked defiant, but more than a little nervous now. It seemed like it took an effort for her not to cover herself. She really looked good in the firelight. She would have looked good in the dark.

“You are just gorgeous, Barbie,” Stan chuckled as he edged closer to her. She didn’t try to back away, but it looked like she sure wanted to. “We’re gonna try somethin’ now. I’m gonna come close, and put my arms around you and kiss you. You gotta keep your hands just where they are. Think you can do it?”

She tilted her chin up and matched his stare. “Try me,” she said with another small toss of her head. The best ones always do that. They act defiant, daring us to keep going. I guess it helps them not to show just how skittish they’re getting along about now. Stan stepped close to her and slid his arms around her, pulling her close. We heard her make a small noise when he fastened his lips onto hers. She tried to keep her hands on her hips, but she couldn’t. After a moment, we saw her put them around Stan. Maybe she was looking for a little reassurance that we weren’t going to be too rough with her. Maybe Stan’s kiss got to her a bit and she didn’t realize what she was doing. Either way, it didn’t matter. The minute Stan felt her arms around him he broke the kiss.

“Aw, now, Barbie,” he grinned at her, their faces inches apart. “Was that too hard for you?”

“Sorry,” she said, quickly putting her hands back on her hips.

“We’re gonna make it easier for you,” Stan grinned, not letting go of her. “You remember the ‘kinky stuff’? Well, we’re gonna tie your hands behind you now.”

“Uh…what?” She looked up at him as if she wasn’t entirely sure what he had just said. Jack and I stood up and started walking over to them. I had the roll of duct tape in my hand. She turned her head away from Stan to look at us. She looked a little panicky now.

“Easy, easy, Barbie,” Stan crooned. “It ain’t gonna hurt. We’ll use tape instead of rope. Just go with it, girl. We ain’t gonna hurt you.”

She whimpered when she felt Jack gently pulling her arms behind her. Maybe she would’ve run then, and maybe not, but Stan was holding her pretty securely, saying, “It’s all right, it’s all right,” to her over and over. She jumped a little when she heard the ripping sound as I peeled off a long strip of the tape, but she didn’t even try to look around and see what was happening. Jack held her hands so that her wrists were crossed and I started wrapping the tape around them. I heard her squeak when I did that, and I looked up to see that Stan was kissing her again. She didn’t even try to struggle until I was done securing her and Jack let go of her hands she clenched them into tight little fists and started squirming in Stan’s grip. I think she was more intent on breaking the kiss so she could breathe than anything else. When Stan saw that she was secured, he broke the kiss himself but kept holding her close. I heard her gasp for air and start breathing loudly and raggedly.

“There, now,” Stan kept hold of her with one arm while his free hand stroked her long, long hair. “See? That didn’t hurt at all now, did it?”

She didn’t answer. She was huffing and blowing as if she was about to hyperventilate, but at least she wasn’t kicking and screaming.

“What we’re gonna do now, Barbie,” Stan went on, still stroking her hair, “Is strip you down naked so we can get a good, long look at you. Understand?”

She nodded. It was a jerky, nervous gesture. Stan nodded towards me and I went behind her again, reaching around to find her belt buckle. I unbuckled it, unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, taking care not to move too quickly. You do that and it spooks them sometimes. Do it slowly, and right, and it can get them a little excited. I began pulling her jeans down. They fit her snugly. It wasn’t easy, but they dragged her panties down along with them. When I’d worked them all the way down to her ankles she stepped out of them without having to be told to.

We all stepped back away from her to get a look. The firelight picked out highlights on her bare flesh. She was gorgeous. She didn’t quite have an hourglass figure but it wasn’t far from it. Her legs were long and strong, her thighs nicely rounded with taut muscle under the thin padding of fat. It looked like she was a real blonde as well. The tuft of tawny hairs between her legs looked as soft and as fine as the hair on her head. She kept that tuft neatly trimmed. We made her turn around for us, slowly, and didn’t see any piercings or tattoos anywhere. She started to slouch over, as if to cover or protect herself, then tossed her head, almost defiantly, and stood erect, looking at us. The look on her face seemed to say: ‘Now that you’ve got me like this, what do you think you’re going to do to me?’

“You are just beautiful, Barbie,” Stan shook his head, smiling.

“I guess you all plan to f**k me now?” The way she said it, it wasn’t a question.

“In a little bit, darlin’,” Stan nodded. He reached out one arm. “C’mon over here and set yourself down on your sleepin’ bag, hey?”

She hesitated for a moment before she started walking over. Stan took her by her arm and guided her over to the right bag. “That’s it,” he said encouragingly. “Just sit down, now. Let me brush that sand off of your pretty little feet, hey?”

She let him do that. She kept looking up at each of us in turn. She was probably wondering which one of us would go first, and how rough we might be. I could understand that she was probably very nervous right now, considering her situation.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Stan said quietly as he knelt down behind her. “That’s it. Nothin’ to worry about. Here, lean back on me, girl.” He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her back towards him. She didn’t resist, but her eyes looked huge now.

“That’s it,” Stan crooned into her ear. His free hand slid around to fondle her breasts. She shivered violently at the first touch and then settled down. She stiffened up again when she felt Stan’s hand trailing down to her belly. She clamped her legs together.

“Easy…easy…” Stan said. “Guys, take her ankles and spread her legs a little for me.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked nervously. She tried to twist around to face Stan.

“It won’t hurt, darlin’,” he chuckled as Jack and I each took a slender ankle and slowly pulled her legs apart. “But you will have to stop all that talkin’. Okay?”

She settled back again. I could feel how she was trembling now, and it couldn’t be because it was getting chilly. I felt almost uncomfortably warm myself.

“Easy…easy,” Stan coaxed as his hand slid between her legs. She made a halfhearted effort to close them, one that Jack and I barely had to strain to keep her from doing it. Then Stan’s fingers were on her p***y. She shuddered violently and moaned. I had a good view of her p***y from where I was. The outer lips were plump and dark pink. Stan slid one of his fingers between them and she shuddered and moaned again.