The Wild Hunt

Abstract

This work is a product of the author's sick imagination and has nothing in common with reality. All characters, names, surnames, geographical names, and names of any establishments and firms are fictitious, and any coincidences with real ones are accidental.

It is not recommended for persons with mental illnesses, pregnant women, and those under 18 years of age to read, as the text contains explicit sexual scenes and scenes of violence in places.

All characters in the work are adults.

Beach on the Island

A sweltering noon, the Pacific Ocean. A small island, lost

in uncharted expanses. A small sandy beach, surrounded by cliffs. The rustle of waves washing over the yellow sand. Idyll.

A medium-sized yacht, anchored a hundred meters from the shore. A dinghy, its bow run up onto the sand, four sailors smoking cigarettes and awaiting orders from their boss.

The boss, a man around forty, fit, muscular, with a short scar on his chin, in a white polo shirt and khaki shorts, was walking barefoot in front of a group of girls lined up on their knees along the shoreline.

Seven beauties with various hairstyles, from a long braid down to the waist, to a bob just above the shoulders. Blondes, brunettes, brown-haired, even one redhead.

They were kneeling, with their legs and hands tied behind their backs, where the sailors had dragged them from the boat five minutes ago and lined them up on the beach.

Completely naked, without a single scrap of clothing, without jewelry. Without makeup, without piercings, and even without tattoos. Only wrists and ankles tightly bound with ropes, and red holey gags with black leather straps, tightly covering their gaping mouths.

The man stopped in front of them, once again intently examined the young, seductive bodies with a lustful gaze. In his shorts, his cock stirred, filling with blood. But the man only sighed and turned away, interrupting his contemplation of their young tits. Also of different sizes, from barely protruding first size to fourth, more like ripe melons in volume.

Touching the girls was strictly forbidden for him and his crew. Since they were delivered aboard the yacht last night, completely naked and tied up, the only thing he did was lightly feel their charms. He pushed away a thought of regret that he would most likely never fuck any of them. Forbidden. The punishment is death.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist. Time. He sighed, turned to the girls.

— So, girls, you are on a deserted island. The island is small, but it has everything for survival: fresh water in a small lake and a stream, a forest with lots of fruit trees, even small game that can be eaten. If you catch and cook it.

The man snorted, imagining them running and shaking their tits while chasing animals.

— You will have one week to survive in these wild conditions. In a week, on this beach, we will pick up the survivors and take them home. At the signal of a flare. Exactly at noon, seeing the shot of a red flare, which I will launch into the sky, the survivors can come out to this beach.

The man took a flare gun from his belt, raised it up, and fired. With a noise and a bang, a flare shot up into the clouds, then exploded high in the air, and began to slowly descend, sparkling with a bright red light.

The girls as one first flinched, then stared at the falling red fire.

— The flare is visible from any end of the island. You will have twelve hours, until midnight. We will wait for you. At midnight, we will weigh anchor and leave.

The man smiled and looked at the girls:

— Seven million dollars are at stake. If all seven of you return, you will each get a million. If only one returns, then she alone will get all seven million. We will take you to the mainland, return your clothes, personal belongings, phone, and the money will be transferred to your bank card account.

The man slightly restrained a lustful smile, turned sideways and adjusted his swelling cock in his shorts. Why should these poor things know that the prohibition does not apply to survivors. That the entire journey to the mainland, which is more than a day, he himself, the captain, and his crew of seven sailors will rape the beauties in every hole. In turn and as a group. That is, of course, if there are survivors.

Yes, then they will be injected with a sedative, taken to a cheap hotel near the airport, their belongings returned and the money transferred, all true. But on the way, they will be passed around, he and his crew will have their fill of fun...

— But there is one nuance... This is not a survival game. That would be simple, even easy. Lived on the beach for a week, went hungry, and home with money. No...

The captain grinned again with a sinister smile.

— This is not a survival game, it's a hunt... On the other side of the island stands a large villa. Behind a big white fence. You will see it soon.

The villa has everything, except means of communication. Bedrooms, toilets, television, a pool, a kitchen. Refrigerators are stocked with food. Semi-finished products, meat, vegetables, and fruit.

Hunters have already arrived at this villa. Men. There are seven of them, just like you. They will hunt you...

The captain looked into the fear-filled eyes of the naked girls.

— They will hunt without firearms, that is forbidden by the hunting rules. Even without bladed weapons, that is also forbidden by the rules. Moreover, they will also be without clothes, naked.

But they can use improvised means. As can you. Sticks, stones – everything you find can be used...

You obviously want to know what will happen to you if you are caught. I'll explain. With pleasure.

The captain licked his lips, smiling with only his eyes in a predatory smile.

— The caught prey is the property of the hunter who caught it. And he can do whatever he wants with his prey. Absolutely everything.

The simplest – he will fuck it. However he wants, wherever he wants, as much as he wants...

He can catch it on Monday, which starts tonight at midnight, put it in a cage at the villa and then fuck it all week, and let his hunter friends fuck it.

The girls looked at the man in horror, and he continued to tell the rules of this wild "hunt."

— Yes, in the end he might even release it, and you will return here, to the beach, get the money and be home in a week. But... I don't remember that, they never released the prey...

The man smiled.

— Usually the prey is killed...

The girls flinched, trembled, sounds of sobbing came through the gags.

— And killed in different ways. They can slit the belly, like an animal caught in the wild. They can cut off the head, limbs, or skin it. And usually they do it over several days, stretching out the pleasure.

The wailing from the girls did not stop.

— Well, and sexual violence is not canceled. They will fuck you hard, until you lose consciousness. Fuck you with bottles and a special machine for days. They can cut off nipples, tits, labia, clitoris, tongue. Gouge out eyes and break all bones. They have the right to do whatever they want with their prey. If they catch it.

The captain attached the pistol to his belt, pulled a knife from its sheath, looked at the girls with satisfaction.

— Now I will untie you, and you will have only one thing left: to run, hide, survive. How – think for yourselves. You can go alone, you can unite in a group. However, hunters can also hunt alone or in a group.

The man knelt down in front of the trembling, crying girls and said:

— There is only one way to avoid the hunt. You come to the villa, at any time. Enter through the door in the wall. There is only one, always open, night and day. And surrender...

You will become the whore of all these seven hunters. A sex slave. They will fuck you whenever and however they want. With perversions. But they will not cause harm. No broken bones, no torn asses. They won't even beat you. Just a whore, servicing the hunters at the villa, with all the perks: a comfortable bed, good food, good alcohol, a pool...

But that's not all. At the end of the week, when a new batch of "game" is brought to the island, another seven girls, and the group of hunters is also replaced, the whore will be taken to the mainland and handed over to a brothel...

In the brothel, such a whore will work for no less than three months, or even more. Why...

Because there will be no contraceptives, they will fuck without condoms until pregnancy occurs.

The girls' eyes widened, hearing such nonsense from the captain's mouth.

— Only then, when the belly grows so much that an abortion is impossible, will the whore be released. With the money earned in the brothel. They will return the documents, put her on a plane and she will fly home to give birth.

Yes, also: whether you catch some infection during this time or not – that's the whore's problem...

The man stood up, played with the knife, sighed.

— That's all. You know the rules. At night, at midnight, a green flare will go up. It signifies the start of the hunt. Hide or surrender, the choice is yours. If you see a red flare at noon in a week – the hunt is over, you have twelve hours on this beach. Good luck.

The captain stepped behind the girls and cut the ropes on the wrists of one, then another girl. When all were freed, he silently walked away to the sailors waiting for him. They pushed the dinghy into the water, and it sailed away from the shore.

On the yellow sandy shore, only naked girlish bodies remained, slowly untangling themselves from the ropes...

Demyan Maturbatov, 2025