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Opis ebooka The Smut Hunters: Taken Hard & Rough in the Outdoors - Deborah Cockram

The Quarterly Smut Games are a three-day hunt where young women volunteer as sexual prey, to be pursued by an elite group of billionaires hungry for the chase, craving to claim the young women, to take them as their own for the weekend.For the women, it's a chance at a big payday – the payment for simply participating is enough money for them to live comfortably for months, and if one manages to finish the hunt untouched by the billionaires, the payday is enormous.And for those who are caught, an evening of rough, hard, passionate love-making is on tap: quite frankly, some of the women take part for this one reason, apart from the pay.Except for Cassie. She's one of the best, coming off two consecutive hunts without being touched, making her the prize among prizes for hunters. Cassie decides she's had enough, doesn't intend to take part in any more, but the payday offered is too great, and she steps into one more hunt, with the best, richest chasers in the world looking to claim her as their own trophy.Cassie also learns the rules have been altered, and temptation to take her own sensual prey may be too great for her to resist.Can Cassie stay ahead of the hottest, best hunters in the world? Will she fall prey to their carnal desires in this titillating, scorching, shocking tale of hot, heavy, hard romance?

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The Smut Hunters: Taken Hard & Rough in the Outdoors

By Deborah Cockram

© Copyright 2017 by Deborah Cockram and After Midnight Press

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The Smut Hunters: Taken Hard & Rough in the Outdoors

(Harsh Public Group Romance, Femdom Humiliation, Backdoor & Lesbian Encounters)

By Deborah Cockram

I was running through the cover of the forest, the occasional branch or limb brushing me, little sprays of water filling the air when I'd bump a plant, moisture left from last night's rain. To the casual observer it would appear I was running wildly, out of control, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I kept myself humped over, ever so slightly, making myself a smaller target for the thorns and thin whip-lick stalks and branches hanging from trees – and for the tranquilizer darts that could bring me down, make me someone's sexual conquest for the day. My eyes were focused ahead – far ahead. Wherever my feet fell I'd already scanned that part of the ground, my attention a good ten to fifteen feet ahead, so I could adjust my course as needed without slowing.

I love this part of the competition, the first few hours of that initial morning, when everyone was fresh, the women being hunted – at least the ones prepared like me – able to run and move and keep on the go, feeling as if I could go all day and night like this (the pack on my back even felt light at this point), while the men after us, the men wanting to strip us nude, fill every hole and stretch us, pounding us with all they are worth, they are confident as well, fresh, strong, ready to take each of us down, put their mark on us.

And then I saw it. Or rather her. I came upon a clearing in the forest. While finding a small glen or meadow in the midst of the forest isn't exactly rare, it's still a bit of a surprise to run upon one.

This one though, was a shocker. It was roundish, with a few old rotting stumps here and there where trees had once stood, dead leaves lying around among the short, soft grass, and right in the middle was a woman, nude as the day she was born, her arms and legs stretched – and I mean stretched as far as they could go – so that she was spread eagle, her ankles and wrists tied to metal stakes driven into the ground.

Over her was a man – he was still wearing his shirt, though his pants, shoes and underwear lay in a hump next to them, while her clothes were strewn about, as if they'd been taken from her and thrown, landing haphazardly, wherever they fell.

He was between her legs, his cock deep inside her, pumping hard and fast, grunting. The woman – she was not gagged or bound, just tied, I'd guess, to make her a little more compliant – stared straight up at the small sliver of sky visible over the clearing. She was moaning, her body jerking with each of his thrusts, her small, tight breasts bouncing with each movement. I was no more than twenty feet from them when I stopped, and from here I could see she was covered in sweat, arching her back, lifting her hips as much as she could to meet his thrusts.

"Oh my god," she moaned, and it was clear she was enjoying the encounter. Maybe he had played and caressed, touched and kissed before slamming his cock inside her. Not all of the men do, not all of the women enjoy each time.

Apparently both were so engaged in fucking one another they didn't hear me running toward them, so I ducked down into the brush at the edge of the clearing, watching. He kept pumping, hard – he was ramming his cock up in her with so much force. I could hear the skin of their crotches smacking together.

That's when I saw it – movement, in the forest, off in the distance, on the opposite side of the clearing. Damn, this really is unusual. This early in the game everyone is usually running has hard as they can in different directions, the hunted – the women – trying to put as much distance as they can between themselves and the men, the hunters.

But here she was, another one of the women. She had run upon the clearing as well. I recognized her – she was Lizzie, a newbie to the games, and she was, apparently, as clueless as I thought when I met her last night. She stopped a few feet from the edge of the clearing, just standing there, watching. Lizzie was young, probably early 20s, and slender. She wore a pair of tennis shoes, short, tight shorts that clung to her legs and showed off plenty of fit, toned thighs, and s short-sleeve shirt that billowed in the slight breeze. She was cute, and I knew the men would enjoy taking her – and they all would, because she had no experience. She would be an easy trophy.