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SYNOPSIS
‘The Hunt’ is loosely based on an underground artist’s depictions of sexual evil masked with farce. Thus the warning: this e-book flirts with the darkest of taboos and has extreme scenes of S&M interaction.
The story takes place in Southern California where the life style is known for many twists, many of them involving variations of human sexuality. Pockets of darker lusts exist in the shadows of the permissive lifestyle. Ginny and her husband Mike of Sage Canyon, CA are active participants in wilder sexual pursuits to include swinging and marital BDSM. He wants to broaden their play, and makes un-guarded solicitations to neighbors and online chat groups. John, a neighbor is a ready and bizarre convert to Mike’s twisted cause. One of the on-line groups is organized around a man known as Meat-Man. He is the Master of a Hunt Club, a faction that fantasy hunts and sexually feasts on naked human females. With Mike, John and Meat-Man working in collusion, it looks like Ginny doesn’t have a chance. Resilient and adventurous, Ginny is betting that she does.
‘The Hunt’ was previously offered under the moniker of Sarah Black. The author initially felt her edgier works of fiction would distract from more moderate submissions. She no longer feels that is a valid perception. Additionally, other than the cover art, ‘The Hunt’ is not illustrated. The e-book has been re-written (over 3000 words added) and repackaged. However, if previously purchased, it is not recommended to buy this version.
EXTRACT
The first round missed her. The gas propelled paint-ball smacking into the pine tree
Ginny had just passed. She was not as lucky with the next shot, or for much of the
succeeding volleys. They had her in a cross-fire. The impacting paint-balls hitting her
front and back, knees to shoulders with the force of a fighter’s punch. With simultaneous
strikes, she was whirled about, jolted and at times knocked to the ground. The male
whoops of joy grating on her sense of game play.
There was nowhere to hide or run, but Ginny briefly tried. Tree trunks and boulders
provided temporary relief at best. Within minutes the hunters repositioned and resumed
firing at her vulnerable nakedness. She ran on as if for her life, but her efforts were
little more than providing a moving target.
Increasingly the impacts found discerning targets: Ginny’s breasts and soft belly, her
lower back and bottom. The side hits on her tits were the worse: the kinetic energy of the
balls forcing the soft flesh laterally to the limits of skin and flesh to stretch. The
strikes to her belly were like blows, driving the air from her lungs. Hits to her tender
lower back and kidneys became more agonizing with each impact.
Thankfully there were a few ass men among the hunters. What sounded like and most
certainly felt like automatic fire was directed at her nether cheeks and thighs. The rapid
impacts pounded her ass in deep flesh bruising sessions. With simultaneous, multiple gun
assaults taking in the rest of her exposed body, Ginny was driven to her knees. With no
quarter asked for or given, she struggled to stand and begin again to move downhill…..
