The Hunting Party, part 1
by ANTMAN




The man groaned as he stooped, feeling the pull of the aging muscles in
his back as they protested . He felt the sun hot on his wrinkled bald
head , fringed with a ragged mop of grey hair. His wrinkled, gnarled
fingers reached and curled round the thick stem of the big wild mushroom
and slowly he straightened, tossing his prize into a large wicker basket
near him. He stretched up.wiping the sweat from his brow, and breathed
heavily as he looked around for more of the wild plants he was
collecting. He pondered his task for a minute..he, a former warrior of
the Barbarians, his body lean and scarred with the many battles he had
fought...now reduced to a mere crop picker for the group that were camped
by the river.Ahhh..age can be so cruel he thought, as he spied another
batch of the delicious fungyi pushing their heads up out of the verdant
green grass, near the edge of the wood, and he slowly hobbled his way
towards them , picking up his basket on the way.
At the edge of the wood, three pairs of wide eyes, under heavy fringes,
watched him, their hands clasped over their mouths to stifle their
giggles. They watched the old man as he painfully trod his way towards
the mushrooms, his brown old body, with the once proud muscles now
flaccid, clothed in only a loincloth, with his back bent with the effort
of carrying the nearly full basket., and the three girls stayed
crouching, their slim brown bodies hidden behind the thick bushes. The
heads bent together. the dark brown, auburn and black long locks
mingling, as the girls whispered their plan together.
That morning, the Amazon Princess decided that the tribe needed more
captives for the young girls to train on. The few they had caught in
their last battle with the Barbarians, had been tortured and finally
killed by the twelve and thirteen year olds, the age when the young girls
stopped practicing their deadly unarmed combat on each other..and were
allowed to practice on males. So, the three 16 year olds..Juana, Laurina
and Mila were sent off to hunt for slaves. Around their wrists, they had
wound 1 metre lengths of narrow rawhide strips..ideal for tying captive
hands behind backs.
The girls set out, all tall and shapely. dressed only in short suade
skirts that showed off their long tanned legs, their bare feet sliding
luxuriously through the thick grass, they waved to their sisters.."Bring
us back a good one"..."Don't hurt him too much"..."Good hunting" came the
cries. Other trios set out in different directions, with the same
orders.."Bring us back some men "
The man had reached the group of big lucious mushrooms, and he placed his
basket down looking at the green cool woods before him, deciding to rest
in there , before setting back for his village. This group would fill his
basket, and he set it down and turning his back on the woods, he stooped
to his task.
Seeing his back bend, the girls stood, and then split...Laurina and Mila
setting off to the left of the man, moving slowly, stealthily.keeping
their eyes on him as they moved to the side of him .Juana kept in the
shade of the trees, her wide full mouth with a big smile, her eyes sharp
and dark, keen and excited, her long thick black hair falling to the tops
of her tanned jutting breasts.
The man Still stooping. saw nothing of the two slim forms as they crept
past his vision, his eyes stung from the sweat that ran into them, making
his vision hazy, as he reached ans plucked the thick group of mushrooms
tossing them into the basket..filling it.
Finally, it was full, and the man slowly straightened , a gasp escaping
his lips, his body slowly straightening. The girls now behind him slowly
were walking when the man turned to pick up the basket..and froze. There
were no girls among the small group of warriors...his mind quickly came
to the chilling conclusion...these were young Amazon warriors..He licked
his lips in fear, seeing the two tall girls as they swayed their tall
bodies towards him..nearer and nearer...their eyes narrowed in
anticipation, their mouths in cruel smiles, their hands curled into
feminine claws. They looked so sweet and lovely, but the man had seen
comrades of his , bent in to nerve killing locks, strangled by strong
smooth feminine arms and legs, their bodies beaten and crushed by small
but rock hard fists, arms and legs broken by their expertly executed
locks..he started to back away as they neared him..then he swung the
heavy basket at the nearest..the red headed one, with the small breast
and the golden tanned body..she ducked..but not enough, and the basket
caught her on her shoulder, spinninh her round, the weight of it casting
her down on her back as she gasped in pain.
Laurina stopped and glanced at Mila as she sat on the grass ruefully
rubbing her shoulder, and looking daggers at the man. He suddenly
panicked, turned and ran towards the woods...desperately hoping for
shelter ther...but his legs were old, his joints stiff, and he started to
pant with heavy breaths, before he reached the first trees. Laurina,
seeing Mila clamber unhurt, except for her pride, to her feet , set off
inm persuit of the man, her long dark brown hair flying behind her, as
her long legs shortened the distance between her and her prey . The man
turned in his flight to see the girl gaining on him, and the red headed
one, behind her start the chase as well. He saw the fierceness in the
first one's dark brown eyes, and turned around to find a black haired girl
smiling sweetly at him..as he closed on her...