War for free love

Chapter 3: The Hunt

A tight wetness rapped around my fist. I moved my arm back and forth and soft moaning reached my ears. I twisted my wrist around so I wouldn't irritate the pussy my fist was shoved up inside of.
My tongue flicked fast against the blonde's engorged clit, and the blonde spasmed hard, bucking against my fist like a bull in a rodeo. Claire, as the blonde's name was, moaned loudly as her pussy walls clenched around my fist, holding me there as she climaxed.
I flicked my tongue even faster and Claire absolutely lost it. Her pussy clenched hard and she began to squirt right into my open mouth.
It took a good full minute before Claire stopped squirting and laid back on the bed, breathing heavily. I swallowed Claire's juices and giggled as I slowly removed my fist, causing a loud sucking noise as my hand slid free and air poured into Claire's gaping pussy.
I got off of my knees and crawled onto the bed and laid beside Claire.
Claire giggled as she tried to slow her breathing. I laid there and watched her chest and gorgeous 36D breasts rise and fall.
I moved in to kiss Claire, but Claire darted away and stood up. I looked quizzically at Claire as she began to put her thong and lace bra back on.
"Have you been on a hunt yet Hailey?" Claire suddenly asked me, catching me mildly by surprise. But if there was one good thing about being in Special Forces, it was keeping one's composure.
I smiled as I responded, letting my right hand begin to slide down toward my soaking wet pussy. I needed to get fucked, and badly.
Claire watched my hand as if it moved of its own accord and giggled again. 
"Well, its sort of an initiation around here. And since we don't deploy till two days from now we have time to go on a hunt. And no woman, including me, can fuck you or pleasure you until you go through your initiation."
I jumped up off the bed, suddenly excited. "Well then, let's go on a hunt."

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Twenty minutes later I was dressed in red lingerie. Everything from my underwire pushup bra to my lace thong, garter and thigh high stockings were red. My thigh high stockings were fishnets.
I had equipped a light tactical vest that I left unclipped as well as a large hunting knife attached to my left shoulder pocket. I stood before a table with an assortment of medieval style weapons from bows to greatswords.
The sun had started to climb its way up to its high point, and it was already hot. Claire stood beside me in her lingerie, as well as roughly ten other women who needed to go through their initiation.
"Now, when the C-5 drops its cargo in the jungle, you have twenty four hours to get five kills. You are only allowed to use these weapons here on this table. If you do not get five kills in twenty four hours, you will be returned to the mainland, and dropped out of an aircraft without a parachute. We cannot risk anyone spilling our secrets." Claire paused to turn to another table situated beside her. On it was a collection of flare guns.
Claire picked up one and showed it to the women gathered before her.
"Now, when you get a kill you are to point this to the sky and fire it. You will each recieve five flare rounds. Each set has been color coded so when you fire your rounds we will know who you are."
I suddenly heard a low wail touch my ears. I looked up at the sky, looking for the source of the sound. It didn't take long.
A C-5 Galaxy cargo aircraft flew in over the mountainous jungle to the north a couple hundred feet above the jungle. I watched as a string of tiny parachutes began to deploy from the back of the aircraft. The figures were too small to make out, but I watched as the parachutes began to fall into the jungle, scattering by the wind coming in off the mountain.
"Now the prey are armed with simple weapons. But be warned, they can still kill you. No firearms are permitted. Your hunt begins now."
An alarm blared loudly, and I raced forward and grabbed a flare gun. I grabbed the correct color coded ammunition, then I turned to the weapons table. 
I grabbed a bow and quiver of arrows, then I grabbed an axe and a round wooden shield. I slung the shield to my back and tied the axe to my vest.
I then raced into the jungle, eager to get my first kill.

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Three hours later after finding nothing in the dense jungle, I was beginning to get frustrated. A couple other women had already gotten a kill or two, and I was falling behind.
Thats when my luck began to turn around.
The sun hung high in the sky, and it must have been around noon. I was stalking through the jungle silently, headed up an incline headed for the mountain, when I came across some human tracks, and fresh.
I followed the tracks for roughly thirty minutes before I caught up to the owner. A small clearing laid before me, and I crouched down at the edge.
A muscular black man crouched in the clearing, head pointed at the sky looking frantically around, senses on high alert.
I smiled at my good fortune, relishing my soon to be kill. I was about to notch an arrow to my bow when the bushes on the other side rustled and a smaller white male stepped into the clearing. Both men were armed with dulled short swords.
The white male spoke something and the black male nodded. They both cast their eyes to the sky as if hoping for a rescue. It wasnt going to come.
I drew my arrow, aimed, and let it fly.
The broadhead struck the white male in the left shoulder, the force of the impact forcing him to fall to the ground.
The black male turned to trace the flight of the arrow, but didn't have time to react as two more arrows plunged in his chest. The man grabbed the arrows as he gasped for breath, slowly falling over. I slung my bow and drew my axe as I stepped out of the bushes, casually walking up to the dying men.
The black male looked up at me, eyes going wide in surprise at his killer.
"Wh- who are yo-" the man began to speak, but I hushed him.
"Dont worry, your life will end shortly, and your body will serve a greater cause." And with that I swung my axe, splitting the man's head clean in half. I wrenched my axe free and turned to the white male.
The man tried to stand up, but the pain in his shoulder caused him to nearly pass out.
I stood over the man, axe held high to deliver the killing strike, when I had a wonderful idea cross my mind.
"Ple-please don't kill me!" The man begged as he tried to crawl backwards away from me. My eyes, however, was fixated on the wound and the fresh blood flowing from it.
I could smell the blood, and it sent a shiver of excitement through me.
"Oh dont worry dear. Im not going to kill you." I purred, before hitting the man on the side of his head with the butt side of my axe. The man slumped over on his back unconscious.
I bent down and dipped a finger in the wound, leaving it in for a few seconds before pulling it out and bringing my fingers to my mouth. I sucked the blood from my fingers, relishing the sweet taste.

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The next day the alarm blared over the base, signaling the end of the hunt. I had returned to the staging area just before dawn, and had waited for the others to return. I had achieved six kills and one capture, the first evr since the first hunt.
By the time the alarm had went off, all the huntresses had returned. I glanced at the group and noticed two women, a African American with a killer body and breasts to die for, and a short skinny red head with a tight ass and small breasts looked frightened.
Claire had returned, wearing only a pair of white thigh high stockings and a thin complete see through nightgown.
Claire waited until everyone was gathered before beginning. I noticed out of the corner of my eye six women dressed in black lingerie and wearing body armor armed with M4s walk up to stand on either side of Claire.
I held my tongue, having an idea of why the guards were here.
"Yet another hunt has come to a close. You all have gone through your initiation. Well done." Claire paused before she turned to face me.
"Now the rules were simple. Get five kills in twenty four hours. But there was no rule you had to stop at five kills. Hailey here has achieved six kills and captured one. That means two of you failed to get the required kills." Claire paused to turn back to face the group.

"Kaley Culljust, and Sarah Gradeu, you both failed to get your complete kills. As thus you failed your initiation and a simple task laid before you." Claire spoke, motioning at the guards behind her. Claire then motioned at me, and I walked up to the gorgeous blonde.
That's when I noticed the pit behind Claire. The pit was roughly twenty feet long and fifteen feet wide. And filled with countless driver ants. The pit seemed like it was alive. Well it was.
I turned around and glanced at the two women who had failed. The guards had grabbed the redhead and dark skinned woman and had brought them over to the pit.
"Now since we are in lockdown due to our impending mission tomorrow, we can't execute you normally." Claire turned to me and nodded.
A lump tried to form in my throat, but I pushed it back down and returned the nod.
I turned to face the women that had failed. I look them both in the eyes, relishing my elevated position, and the fear flashing through their eyes.
And then I pushed both women into the pit.
The women fell in, and momentarily dissapeared. A minute went by before high pitched screams pierced the air.
The redhead somehow managed to resurface, and what met my eyes was gruesome.
The eyes were completely gone, leaving just two black pots in the head. Most of the skin was gone, and I watched as a group of ants tore a large chunk of skin off the forehead.
The redhead opened her mouth to scream again, but an army of ants swarmed into her open mouth. I watched as ants crawled back out through the nose, shedding skin. The redhead screamed for only a couple more seconds before she began to choke on the swarm of ants no doubtly ripping her throat and lungs apart. The redhead went quiet, trying to gasp for air, before slipping back underneath. She didn't resurface.
I turned back to Claire with a broad smile on my face.
Claire returned the smile and held up a razor sharp knife. Claire indicated toward the man I had captured, tied to a pole only a few feet away. The man had passed back out due from blood loss, and was slumpexovet as far as his arms would allow him tied behind his back to the pole.
I grabbed the knife and held it high.
"Let's feast ladies!" I cried, and all the women who had made it through the initiation cheered.
I then walked up to the man and thrust the knife into the man's right arm. I then proceeded to cut a large chunk of meat free and held it aloft.
The women cheered again as I put the piece of meat in my mouth and began to chew.
This was a glorious day indeed.