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Chapter 5: Hunters and prey
Barbara's horse was following Mary's along the forest path; Robert was riding ahead, Susan and Debbie behind. Barbara felt happy and excited; she could feel the body strapped behind her struggle vainly, and she smiled at the thought of the cruel fun that lay ahead. She felt hot in her jeans and shirt, and awkward after the carefree nudity of the previous day: never mind, her clothes would come off pretty soon.
Capturing the native family had been absurdly easy. They had waited in silence for some time near the river ford that Robert had selected for the ambush. When they heard the sound of voices approaching, they had donned their masks, tight balaclavas with eye goggles and nose and mouth filters, and got the teargas sprayers ready. The family had appeared – a man and a woman, and two young girls, talking and unsuspecting. At Robert's signal they had opened the nozzles of the sprayers. The surprise, and the effect of the gas, had been enough: the four had been quickly overpowered, bound, gagged and then firmly strapped across the back of the horses. Then back to Robert's land, far enough and secure enough to provide the freedom to indulge in their cruellest desires in the open air.
Barbara was happy with herself. Torturing that girl the previous day had been very exciting, and, to her intense satisfaction and relief, she had experienced no pity for her and no remorse or sense of guilt afterwards. Her cries and screams had turned her on, and watching her agonies had been thrilling and very erotic; she only regretted having given in to her lust and having suggested lynching her – too fast, and not cruel enough. Barbara was determined to take it easy this time.
Mary let her horse slow down and rode next to Barbara. "So, looking forward to this?"
"Yes! I can't wait. Yesterday was lovely, but I made it last too little!"
Mary laughed. "Well, that was your first torture of a human being. No wonder you were overwhelmed by lust. I was too, my first time. And unlike you, I had never tortured animals."
"How did you start?"
"Robert and I had just married. I knew that natives were routinely killed, by my dad and Robert's dad and our friends, but as far as I knew nobody did more than that – kill them. One day, Robert and I had gone out riding, and after some time we stopped to have sex. We had just started when we heard voices. We got up quickly and before we could hide, there were a man and a woman, as surprised as we were."
"What did you do?"
"I froze, and they froze too. But Robert was quicker and grabbed his rifle – we were both armed – and fired at the man, wounding him. The woman screamed and fell to the ground cradling the man, and Robert grabbed her and forced her to the ground."
"And you…..?"
"I rushed to the man and pointed my rifle at him, and I was going to kill him when Robert shouted 'Stop!'. I looked at him, and he said: 'I want him to watch as we kill her.' So I went back to our horses and took a belt and tied him arms and legs – he was wounded in a thigh, could hardly struggle."
"What did you do to the woman?"
"I saw Robert's cock and it was so fucking hard – remember, we had been interrupted while having sex and were both naked. So rashly I suggested, why don't you rape her first? You should have seen his cock twitch when I said that!"
Barbara laughed. "I bet!"
"So, we tied her arms and I pinned her down, and Robert tore her clothes off and went down between her legs and started to rape her, hard. I felt excited, and also angry with her – maybe I was jealous she was getting the fucking that was mine. Anyway, just out of an impulse – while I was holding her arms – I took a splinter of wood that was on the ground and pushed it under one of her nails. She screamed, Robert looked at me and saw what I was doing, and he started to fucking her like crazy telling me, go on, go on, hurt this bitch. And I took her finger and snapped and broke it, and Robert came." Mary's nipples were hard under her flimsy blouse, the memory clearly still excited her. "After that, we pulled her up and took one of our knives and pushed it through her hands into the trunk of a tree, nailing her to it. And with the other knife we went to town."
Barbara was breathing hard, aware of the damp patch forming between her legs. "What did you do to her?"
Mary laughed. "Nothing refined – it was our first torture, for both of us, and we just had our knives. We cut off her nipples and her clit, and we raped her again using a branch that we tore off a tree. Then I gouged her eyes out with my nails, and finally Robert plunged his knife into her cunt and twisted it….. that did for her. And then we did her man, who had kept screaming…. we beat him to death, kicks and punches, and I sliced through his cock with my knife. It can't have lasted more than a quarter of an hour, then we fucked like animals and God, it was the best fucking sex that I had ever had. After that day….. torture became part of our fun, and of that of our friends."
Barbara sighed. "Jesus….. and I thought that torturing animals was all that I could ever do!"
Mary laughed. "Well, now you know better! And by the way – any thought about what we could do to our prisoners? A young man; a young woman, very pregnant – I'd say eight months; and two lovely young girls. Any thoughts you might want to share?"
"I haven't thought about it yet, really. And I am not an expert like you. But….. how about raping the pregnant woman to begin with? First Robert's cock, then….. a pointed stick maybe, or a piece of iron?"
"And kill the baby inside her womb?"
"Yes. We could also beat her belly hard until she miscarries….. or cut her up – but that would kill her."
"We can do that when we have done with her. How about the girls?"
"Rape them first." Barbara laughed. "OK, I am not being very imaginative and Robert is going to be overworked. We can do it with…. Oh, say branches from thorny shrubs, if there are any in the vicinity."
"Or maybe a rose branch all the way through them." Robert had slowed down too and had turned his head. "Rose thorns could really rip their cunts to pieces."
"Wouldn't they look lovely with roses in their pussies?" Mary laughed again. "Anyway, what else…. We could break them to pieces with our bare hands if they were younger, but these are too old… too much hard work."
"Well ladies, time for you to make up your minds. We have arrived. Let's get our prisoners ready!"
They had reached a clearing that was evidently ready for some serious fun. Several large trees were bordering a grassy circle, with benches in the middle. Each tree had two solid ropes secured to thick, low branches. Shrubs and rocks provided a screen all around. The canopy of branches was thinner over the clearing, and let some shafts of sunlight through.
They took their captives one by one off the horses and to the trees, securing them to the ropes so that they were facing each other. All four were struggling, but they had been tied securely and they could only emit low, gurgling noises through their gags. Once they were all secured, Robert started undressing, imitated by the others. Soon they were all naked, bodies glistening with sweat, the smell of sexual excitement wafting in the still tropical air. Barbara felt her skin tingle. She was smiling – she remembered in a flash the Shakespeare telegram, and she wished she hadn't sent it. No big deal, she thought, a few hours and she could send another email and reassure her husband.
Back in London, at about the same time, Keith McHill, Barbara's husband, was having tea with an acquaintance.
"So, Keith." The man's voice was friendly, but his eyes were cool. "Your wife got herself into some…. problem. And you don't know what the problem is."
"Yes and no. Since I got her email and rang you, I have made a few phone calls."
"To whom?"
"Her firm. I told them I wanted to ring her and confirm the time of her flight back here. Told them I had lost the note with the name of her client."
"Which you never had."
"Yes. And they gave me the name. So I checked him. Everything fine, big landowner…. Land in an interesting area."
Something in Keith's tone made the other man stiffen. "Interesting?"
"Yes. Geologically interesting. And also…. looks like the local population has been decreasing rapidly. Only one village left."
"I am afraid I can't quite follow. One village, on the land of your wife's client?"
"No. On the native tribe's land. Which is interesting, and surrounded by the land of Barbara's client… and by the land of some of his friends. One of whom" Keith looked calmly at the other man "is the head of the federal police."
"I see." A pause. "So, that land is going to be… depopulated, sooner rather than later. Is this a problem for us? I would have guessed not."
"Two things puzzled me. One, that we were not told about the decrease in population, until I made enquiries. And by the way – the government says the population is stable. It is the church – the missionaries – who think the population is going down."
"I see." The man's face was impassive. "And the second thing that puzzled you?"
"That a new law was passed by their parliament last year. Very quietly. A law that says that, if common or tribal land gets depopulated and the government puts it up for sale, the landowners bordering it have priority over any other bidders."
"Both interesting developments – and we knew nothing of either, until your wife… proposed that you go to theatre?"
"Yes."
"OK. You were right to call me. This merits some attention."
"Thank you."
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