Hunter’s Prey Danette

I hadn’t planned on hunting that day but she looked so scrumptious in a tight little white tank top and short black skirt.  The shoulder length red mane was shimmering and wavy and oh how I loved red hair.  With all her curves in just the right places along with the slight bronze tint to her skin, she was one to be noticed as she strutted along the mall in her heels.  Above all, I loved her heart-shaped ass against her skirt.  So beautiful.  Heads turned and she loved it, though she never gave any acknowledgment.  All that mattered to her was the conversation she carried on into her cell phone.  Oh yeah, she was a perfect choice, obviously all wrapped up in her own world. ....

As was my custom,  I followed close enough to hear her but not so close as to cause alarm.  It was easy for me since I had the ability to blend in.  I wasn’t blessed with extremes- I wasn’t hot, but I wasn’t ugly.  Not short, but not tall.  I dressed decently, but not flashy, nor poorly.   Nobody would remember that a man might have been following the woman who would come up missing. ....

She laughed into her phone.  That was always nice to hear because if one knew how to do it, a laugh or giggle can easily be translated into what crying or screaming might sound from the same frame.  Other things I listened for were words like “kids” or “husband” or of course anything that told me she was under eighteen.  Even a hunter has his standards.  I didn’t take underage girls, unless they fooled me of course, and never took mothers, unless I didn’t know, and I tried to avoid wives, but that was the least bothersome of my three principles.......

My prey this day was easily into her twenties, never mentioned a kid or husband, instead was being critical of her boyfriend for being cheap.  Then inside a department store she was rude to a cashier, a tiny teenaged girl who tried over and over to be helpful....

To this redhead, the world was nothing but a place to enjoy herself.  A circular reflection of herself.  Soon she’d learn she was nothing but a thing that I will use to enjoy myself. 

She drove a black BMW.  Parents had money I bet, or some sugar daddy.  I very much doubt she earned it herself.  Not once had I heard her mention a career, an office, or any such thing like that.  I followed at a safe distance in my van.  When she made another stop at a little market.  I parked right near her, up against her car,  opened my side door and waited.  The best hunters don’t chase....they wait......

As she came out I started acting as if I was struggling with a box.  It crossed my mind that she was so selfish she wouldn’t even notice, so I was sticking my ass out against her car to make sure she had to get involved.  She stopped and watched me.  

“Hey,” she called out.  I turned and looked at her.  She had white rim sunglasses on her face and had a small bag and purse in her hands.  “I need to pull out.” 

“Yeah,” I said.  “I got a little close to your Beemer so let me spot you back out.” I moved behind our cars and surveyed the area, not a soul around.  There might be video somewhere, but my plates changed as did my appearance.   I was a nondescript nobody from nowhere. 

The cannister of anaesthesia was impossible to notice and by the time she saw the little face mask and cord in my hand it was too late.  I love the few seconds of initial struggle before dead weight and the sound of stuff falling to the ground.  She felt as good as I figured she would and before long I’d have a lot more fun with her.  After loading her into my van, along with her items, I was on my way within sixty seconds. 

***

Her name was Danette and according to her license she was a sweet twenty-two years of age.  No way would a blue collar family name a kid Danette, right?  She was waking up on the couch I kept in my basement and the initial shock was wearing off so the whimpering and crying sounds were now turning to screams.  No doubt she was disoriented laying face down on a couch in a basement with her wrists hog-tied back to her ankles.  I watched on the screen, enjoying a glass of Barolo, wearing my white robe, fresh out of the shower.  After all, I believed in being clean for my guests.  It was time to go see little Danette.......

As I entered the screaming stopped, and she was straining to try and see behind her.  

“You can scream all you want, it kind of arouses me and nobody will hear you.”  I grabbed a handful of hair and raised her face, giving it one slap.  “I want you fully awake and conscious before I start.  I slapped her again.  

“Please let me go.  I can get you money.  I won’t say anything.  Please.....PLEASE!”

To me, begging was even sexier than screaming and fear.  I ignored her pleas and twisted her hair in my hand while I lifted her skirt.  Gorgeous ass like I expected and it was framed in cute purple lace panties.  Danette whimpered when I pulled them down a bit to get a better look.  

“Nice ass.” 

“Oh God, please don’t hurt me.  I will pay you, my family has money, I swearrrrrrrr.....” her voice moved into a sob.  I let got of her hair and eased her up to her side, pulling up her tank top, which had a sort of built in bra.  

“Ahhhhhh need this to make your tits look good?” I gave her mounds a couple slaps.  “Your tits are nice.” She shut here eyes and cried silently.  “I gave you a compliment.  It’s customary to say Thank You.”  Putting her back down on her tummy I went and got my knife.  

“I said......your tits are nice” 

“Thank...you.....” she whispered, her blue eyes staring at the shiny, steel blade in my hands.  



“I’m not gonna stab you, Danette,” I reassured her.  Keeping my voice calm as the prey grew more and more distressed increased terror.  At least it seemed to in my mind and it also helped me stay focused.  I sliced up her skirt and panties and soon her beautiful ass and lower back were exposed before my eyes.  A cute little tramp stamp tattoo of a butterfly dotted the small of her back.  “Beautiful tattoo on a beautiful canvas,” I gushed, running my fingers over the soft skin. 

“Let me go,” she sniveled.  “I wanna go home.....” 

“I gave you another compliment!” I put the blade between her legs. 

“THANK YOUUUUU,” she screamed.  

I stood up and moved where she could see me, dropping my robe and letting her see my stiff cock.  Her eyes squeezed shut and she shook her head, crying.    

“Oh come now you know you give men hard-ons.  You probably love it.  Now you get to reap the benefits.”  I lifted her under her shoulders and put her upper body over the arm of the couch, then got behind her and started fingering the shaven, smooth, slightly damp hole that was her pussy.  “I bet a lot of guys have wanted to fuck this slit but you only let a few, am I right?” 

“Please don’t do this.  Please.....I’ll do anything.......” 

The cocky, confident sound I’d heard in the mall was long gone.  Danette was now prey, hoping to somehow escape from my little party.  My cock pushed into her tight pussy, she fought but I had the leverage and rammed it into her with a hard thrust.  Nothing beat the first penetration of a new victim.  The adrenaline was unreal.  Grabbing a handful of soft red hair, I yanked her head back and started fucking her, occasionally feeling her stretched arms brush against me as I ripped into the body I now owned.  

Danette let out a steady stream of cries as I took her harder and harder.  The slit between her legs was starting to dampen and lube up.  I knew that this was in no way a sign of consent, but merely a physical reaction.  If she consented it wouldn’t be hunting after all.  As I grinded deep into her hole and pulled her head back farther, I put the knife to her soft, delicious neck. 

“Tell me you’re a little slut.  Tell me!” 

Danette said something but it was impossible to understand through her blubbering sobs.  
I pushed the point into her skin slightly.  

“I’M A LITTLE SLUT,” she finally screamed.  


“Well little sluts probably like sucking cock huh?”  Again the knife point. 

“Yes,” she said with defeat.  

“Yes what!?”

“Yes.......I like........” 

I brought the knife back down and pushed it between her ass cheeks as I fucked her mercilessly.  “Yeah?” 

“I like sucking cock,” she cried, her head sagging forward. 

Standing in front of her I lifted her head by her hair and shoved my cock into her mascara-streaked, tear-stained face.  My cock felt good in her warm, quivering mouth.  

“Watch the damn teeth,” I said as I pushed deep, gagging her a bit.  Twisting her hair, I held her face in place as I cut the tank down the back and yanked it off.  Slowing slightly, I let my cock ease back and forth in her face.  “You have a sweet little mouth, Danette.”  I felt a whimper over my stiff flesh.  I yanked her face off. 

“I gave you a compliment,” I put the blade by her left nipple.

“Thank you,” she sobbed. 

Resuming the mouth-fucking I stared at her heart-shaped ass, imagining what it would feel like to plow that baby open.  I very much doubt this rich slut let any boyfriend have her asshole. Suddenly I felt a sharp scrape on my cock....

Yanking her face off again, I slapped her face several times.  “What....did...I...say.....about .......the ...fucking .....teeth?” 

“I’m sorry,” she cried.  Her blue eyes were welled up with tears.  

I fucked her mouth again, this time choking her, easing back, then shoving deep again.  I felt her cough and gag over my cock, each thrust bring fresh tears to her eyes. I could see her holding her mouth wide open, carefully keeping her teeth off my manhood.  My body was on fire and soon I’d be ready to cum.  

“I might cum in your mouth, Danette baby,” sliding out and slapping her face with my hard-on.  “I bet you’d like that.” 

“Please no more.  Please let me goooooooo.  It hurts, please....please....”  

Again the begging.  Mmmmmmmmm.  I saw her shoulders twitching, the hog-ties taking a toll on her limbs.  Shoving my cock back into her mouth, I moved her face rather than my cock and increased my speed with every pull, until her moaning cries became a steady stream of quacks.  I loved the duck sound of fucking a bitch’s face.  My body was going to erupt soon, so I let her go and slid out of her mouth.  As I moved behind her she was coughing.  

I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide.  “Ever been butt-fucked?” 

“NOOOOOO PLLEEEEEEEEASE.....”

Ignoring her pleas, in fact relishing in them, I pushed my cock, wet with her saliva, into her tight ass.  It took me a few thrusts but I popped her open and started taking her with reckless abandon.  The screams she was giving me now were a symphony to my ears.  Wanting to hear my music better, I pulled her head back and twisted her hair, using it as a reign as I rammed into her rear for my final crescendo. 

Sometimes I keep my prey around for a few days, but I was wanting the ultimate this day and the sight of her soft, stretched neck, was irresistible to my impulses.  Dropping the knife, I closed my hands around her neck and started squeezing.  

“You’ve heard of erotic asphyxiation, Danette?  You little slut?”  I choked her air way tighter and tighter.  “My orgasm, your asphyxiation.”  As I came deep in her bowels, I felt the life drain from her body as I strangled her slowly, wanting it to last as long my cock continued spurting. 

***

I was always tired after hunting and playing, but after play there was work.  The body that used to be Danette, the stuck on herself redhead, had to be disposed of and then I had to clean the van and basement just in case.  It was part of the deal.  A hunter had to be clean and take care of his trash.  

As for how I disposed of my prey.......I didn’t mention that did I?  Well....maybe I’ll let you all in on that, with my next hunt.  .