Posted by Extranjero on April 17, 2003 at 13:07:36:
BUNNY HUNT
The back doors rattled open. Jakki flinched and caught her breath. The sunlight flooded in and made her squint. Nicola and Helen squirmed on either side of her. She felt the sticky warmth of their bare skin.
“Okay, girls,” a man’s voice said, “let’s have your arses out.”
They were too alarmed to move at first. The nightmare seemed to cling to them like glue. The six of them were only wearing panties, and the prospect of exposure made them cringe. Someone banged against the side with menacing impatience. Penny pouted tearfully and Leah bit her lip. But none of them had any choice. They struggled to their feet. With hands still tied behind their backs they clambered awkwardly out of the van.
The vehicle was standing on a quiet country lane. On one side there were open fields, while a green and shady wood lay on the other. The two men stood and waited, pistols pointed carelessly. Oh Jesus, Jakki thought: they’re going to murder us right now.
The others huddled round her, clearly seized by the same thought. Nicola seemed on the point of bursting into tears. Jakki’s heart was throbbing like a punchball in her chest, a noise that they would surely aim towards. She had a desperate, hopeless urge to cover up her breasts. But their arms were pulled back tightly, making each girl’s tits stand out.
Kelly’s would be hard to miss – a splendid pair of 34E boobs. She had a fresh, appealing face and masses of brown hair, but her hazel eyes were brimming with dismay. She wore a royal-blue tie thong with diamante detail. A pair of matching bunny ears were fastened in her hair.
The rest of them wore ears as well, and that wasn’t the worst. Cotton tails like powder puffs had been sewn onto their briefs. The thought of being found like this made Jakki squirm with shame. She knew her pair of ears were pink, the same shade as her panties. Normally she wore pink well: it flattered her fair skin. She had long blonde hair and soft brown eyes, and a face that could smile cheekily or sulk. Her 32C tits were small, but beautifully shaped. She’d never been less keen to show them off.
She was just a trainee hairdresser who’d let a quiet man buy her a drink. She recalled the pounding music and the pulsing disco lights, but otherwise last night was just a blur. Had any of the others been picked up along with her? Probably not Leah, who seemed snooty and aloof – a tall, pale girl with chestnut hair and chocolate-button eyes. Her bunny ears were scarlet, like her skimpy satin briefs. A rosy blush had crept into her breasts.
Helen, too, seemed more the type to curl up with a book than go out clubbing. She had bobbed brown hair and freckles, and a rather sullen pout. A stay-at-home type, Jakki guessed - though her boobs would win her plenty of admirers. Her briefs and ears were powder blue, offsetting her pale eyes.
Penny was distinctly posh; she even cowered with a certain grace. Her mane of honey-coloured hair was beautifully coiffed and her opalescent skin as smooth as cream. Her D-cup breasts were perfect, tipped with big pink areolas, but she clearly wasn’t comfortable with them. Perhaps they weren’t a blessing for a modest girl like her, though Jakki felt absurdly envious. Penny’s panties were white silk, as pristine as her floppy velvet ears.
Nicola was the last of them, petite and coyly pretty. Her tits were 34DDs, made all the more impressive by the slightness of her frame. She wore high-cut black panties and a silver sequinned belt. Her black ears blended with her long dark hair.
One of the men caught Jakki’s eye and smiled sardonically. Even as she flinched, he pushed his gun into the waistband of his jeans. “All right, now. No sudden moves.” He walked around behind them. The other man kept aiming at their breasts. Jakki heard a switchblade click and felt her stomach plunge. Then the knife was sawing through the rope that bound her wrists.
One by one he cut them free. They rubbed their wrists, too scared to cover up. The other man watched mockingly, then gestured with his gun. They glanced towards the whispering green wood.
“Now pay attention, ladies,” said the first guy pleasantly. “We’re going to have an Easter Bunny hunt. You get five minutes start, and then we’re coming after you. Pleasure’s always sweeter if you’ve earned it, don’t you think?”
Jakki turned to stare at him in horror. He grinned at her, still toying with his blade. Leah gasped against her hand. The other girls were wide-eyed with dismay.
“All of this is private land, so we shouldn’t be disturbed. The boundary’s a river on the far side of the wood: don’t try to get across or you’ll be sorry. We’ve got all day to play this game: there isn’t any rush. If you stay ahead of us, we’ll let you get away – by nightfall we’ll have packed up and gone home.”
No-one dared to ask him what would happen if they didn’t get away. The guns and switchblade told them that the “game” was all too real. Stifling a shudder, Jakki peered into the wood. The leafy depths looked almost welcoming.
The second gunman checked his watch. “Five minutes - starting now.”
The girls just stood and quivered for a moment, as if unable to believe their plight. Then it dawned on them, and they took off like startled rabbits, their white tails bobbing in between the trees. Their brightly-coloured ears and panties disappeared in dappled light and shade. Dark blue, light blue, pink and scarlet, black and white, all gone. The knifeman pulled a walkie-talkie handset from his jacket. “Get ready, guys,” he said, “they’re on their way.”
The wood was blossoming with spring. Birds sang amid the shadows. Both men took out silencers and screwed them to their guns. The minutes crept past slowly, but at last the time was up.
“Ready or not, we’re coming,” said the first man to himself. They raised their guns and moved into the trees.
* * *
Jakki scampered blindly through the maze of undergrowth. She didn’t have a clue which way to go. It felt as if her lungs had shrunk; her chest was being squeezed. The ground was prickly under her bare feet.
She was sure they were behind her, breathing hotly down her neck. If she so much as paused, she would be caught. But after several minutes she had burned up all her breath. Gasping to refill her lungs, she leaned against a tree trunk, pressing her throbbing forehead to the bark. She’d lost sight of the others and the wood had fallen silent. It seemed she had the whole world to herself. She closed her eyes and felt a tear go rolling down her cheek. Her pert breasts were still heaving steadily.
Penny wasn’t far away, though just as isolated. She’d found a leafy hollow and was cowering in it – too scared to keep on running and too frightened to stay still. Thorns and brambles blocked her view, so nobody would see her if they passed. She gnawed her lip and glanced around. Her heart was pounding loud enough to hear. Something rustled furtively and made her hackles rise, but it was only a small animal, too timid to be seen.
Jakki took a shaky breath and pushed off from the tree. Twigs were snapping, somewhere close. She crouched and backed away. Another of the girls, maybe; or one of their pursuers. Pouting with a pent-up sob, she eased from trunk to trunk. Spars of sunlight flickered, but she saw no other movement.
Leah flitted past her without either being aware. The tall girl hurried on between the trees. She felt queasy and light-headed, but a part of her was sure she’d get away. Leah was a trainee lawyer, poised and confident. She should be in a courtroom wearing one of her smart suits, not cringing like some silly bunny girl. It made her pale cheeks burn to think those men had seen her tits, a privilege which her boyfriend had to wine and dine her for. The April air was much too cool for running round in panties. Her breasts felt slightly swollen and her nipples stood erect.
She brushed a screen of leaves aside and found the river almost at her feet. It was narrow and slow-moving in the shade of willow trees, with patchy sunlight dancing on the surface. She braced her hand against a trunk and listened to the silence, her heartbeat thudding dully in her chest. Midges swirled and flurried up like sparks above the water. A spreading ripple gave away a fish. Beyond the overhanging trees, she thought she heard the murmur of a road.
Leah glanced behind herself. The wood felt like a weight against her back. She peered into the water. It looked cold and fairly deep.
Don’t try to get across or you’ll be sorry.
The warning made her hesitate. She swallowed nervously. But they couldn’t have got this far yet, so who was going to see? Once she reached the far bank she could lose them easily. How dare they think that she would play their game?
She looked around her one more time, then carefully eased herself into the water. Its coldness made her catch her breath. She bit her lip and forced herself in deeper. The water soaked her satin briefs and chilled her warm vagina. Leah breathed in sharply and kept going. The water swirled around her navel, lapping her flat stomach. Her muscles quivered as she waded forward.
Something stirred on the far bank. A man rose into view from out of nowhere. Leah gave a startled gasp, eyes widening as he swung a gun towards her. She recognised the thing at once: an Uzi submachine gun. She recalled one being brandished as an exhibit in court. Even in that setting she’d disliked its ugliness. The sight of it was terrifying now.
Panic surged into her veins. She sucked in air to scream. The guy brought up the Uzi like a handgun and let rip. It coughed and rattled, pelting her with lead.
Water fountained up around her, sparkling in the sun. She squealed in horror, trying to swat the rounds away like wasps. A scalding bullet clipped her breast and pain flared in her eyes. “Agh!” she blurted, rearing back – then: “Ugh-Ugh-Ngh!” as more shots riddled her. Her large breasts bulged and rippled with the hydrostatic shock; she clawed at them, grimacing woefully. The stream of bullets spun her round and left her floundering. She arched her spine, still trying to keep her head above the surface – then let the burning darkness swallow her. Leah flopped face down into the water and went limp. A crimson slick spread out around her corpse.
The gunman waded out to fetch the luckless lawyer’s body. She floated on her face, arms trailing primly at her sides – a well brought-up young lady to the last. He grasped her sodden bunny ears and towed her to the bank. Her blood swirled through the water in her wake.
Jakki heard the muffled burst but couldn’t place the sound. She thought she’d heard a squeal as well, but now the wood was silent once again. She strained her ears against the hush, but heard no sobs, no pleading. A sick unease crept over her. She pushed on through the trees. After a minute she came up to an ivy-covered wall.
Way back in the dappled gloom, a stealthy pair of feet crunched through the leaves.
Jakki turned, and turned again in panic. The wall was crumbling but too high to climb. She groped along it, looking for a gap, and found a doorway. It led into a long-neglected orchard of some kind. Jakki hugged herself and looked around uncertainly. The trees were in a tangle and the grass was thick with weeds. She glimpsed a rotting windfall here and there. Some garden implements had been left propped against the wall, half knitted to the stones with coils of ivy.
Jakki scurried over, seized a hoe and prised it free. The iron head had rusted but the handle was still stout. She gripped it in both hands, her biceps bulging. The woods were hushed beyond the wall. She edged up to the doorway.
Helen had heard the footfalls too. The sudden silence spooked her. She eased into a crouch, and winced as Nicola stepped on a twig behind her. The younger girl had stuck with her, too scared to try escaping on her own. Helen was a student nurse, compassionate and caring, but she really wished that Nicky would get lost. She was slowing them both down, and together they were easier to track.
Helen peered round anxiously. The hush was full of threat. No movement, only sunlight splashing down between the leaves. Oh God, why was she here in just her panties, instead of freshly-scrubbed in uniform? An upsurge of self-pity made her eyes sting, and she sniffed. She had to get back soon, she had an awful lot of studying to do …
Nicola crouched on hands and knees, her big tits dangling. Her butt and bunny tail stuck in the air. She worked in an investment bank, but only as a data input clerk. It had seemed a great idea to send her photo to an agency and look for a career in modelling. And it had got her noticed, there was no denying that. Why else had she been snatched and stranded here?
She wiped her cheek, still listening to the silence. The crunch of footsteps didn’t come again. A tingling pause … then Helen crept from cover. Nicola stole after her, her nose an inch from Helen’s cotton tail. They made their way between the trees as stealthily as cats. A screen of bushes blocked their path. They wriggled through the leaves – and saw the house.
Further back, poor Kelly had completely lost her bearings. She turned full circle, fingering her mouth. Every way she looked, the wood was shadowy and brooding. And what was worse, she really had to pee.
Last night she’d been behind the bar at Sasso’s - too busy for a breather, let alone a comfort break. Her winning smile had stayed in place, despite the endless clamouring for drinks. The smile had vanished now, of course. She knew that she looked miserable and sulky. Her tight black jeans and T-shirt had been stripped from her as well, exposing her ripe breasts for all to see. A sourness lingered on her tongue. She guessed it was the taste of chloroform.
The bulging in her bladder was insistent. She had to go, or she would wet herself. Kelly listened wretchedly, but heard no movement other than the leaves. She tiptoed over to a tree and slid her panties down. Bracing herself against the trunk, she let herself start peeing.
A bird flapped through the undergrowth. She dug her painted nails into the bark. The skin on her back was itching now, convincing her that she was being watched. Fearfully she glanced over her shoulder. The leaves still rustled softly. There was no-one to be seen.
Her bladder seemed to take an age to empty. She’d never felt so dreadfully exposed. Her tits began to heave against the roughness of the bark. But nobody crept up on her. She squeezed the last drops out and straightened up. Dabbing herself dry with the bunny tail, she looked around again uneasily. Then she turned back to the tree, and something stirred the foliage behind it. The thick tube of a silencer came poking into view. Kelly gasped, her dark eyes wide, the cotton puff still pressed against her crotch
The pistol gave a spitting cough, and something burrowed fiercely through her breast. She flinched back with a startled “Unh!”, her bosom swelling as she arched her spine. A scarlet blob welled up and dribbled downward. Kelly dropped her fluffy tail, still gawping at the gun.
Pewp the weapon spat again, and punctured her right breast. “Ugh!” choked Kelly helplessly. Her hands went to her wounds. The silencer kept coughing, blowing holes in both her tits. “Eegh!” she mewled. “Eugh! Eugh!” She jerked like an electrocuted doll.
Penny heard the stifled sounds from thirty feet away. She couldn’t make them out, but felt the hand of fear close tighter round her throat. She whimpered and crouched lower. It was much too late to move. Perhaps the others had escaped, and now the men were only after her.
Kelly flopped back down into the dirt, her brown eyes staring. Trails of crimson oozed across her breasts from five neat holes. The gunman stepped out through the leaves and gazed down at her body. The bunny had died painfully, but now her winsome face was almost calm.
Picking up her cotton tail, he laid it on her pussy, then left her where she’d fallen and moved off between the trees.
Jakki’s muscles tightened as she heard the snap of twigs. Somebody was right there on the far side of the wall. She brought the hoe up, trembling with the tension in her arms. Her breasts were taut, the nipples hard as buds. The sound of footfalls moved towards the doorway. She glimpsed the silenced gun come through, and swung the wooden shaft with all her strength. It struck the gunman in the face and sent him flailing backwards. Sobbing for breath she followed through and brought it down again. The man – it was the big guy with the watch – convulsed and grunted. Jakki saw the mess she’d made and felt her stomach turn. She threw the hoe aside and stumbled back. It didn’t cross her mind to pick the gun up. She turned and fled between the apple trees.
At the far end of the orchard, the ground opened out in front of a big house. Jakki slowed down warily, not sure if there was safety here or not. The place had been imposing once, but now looked gone to seed. Tiles were missing from the roof and ivy had gone crawling up the walls. The rows of windows stared at her like pitiless blank eyes. She hesitated, hugged her tits, then scurried up towards it. Someone must be living there. They had to have a phone.
Nicola and Helen had already slipped inside, and found the place was silent and deserted.
“I don’t like this,” whined Nicola, but Helen padded on across the hall. The house was gloomy with dark wood. It had a musty smell. Helen’s skin was crawling too, but there must be something here which they could use. She looked round for a phone, but there was just a broken socket. The dusty silence hissed inside her head.
Nicola had backed up against a wall, her bosom panting. Her blue eyes glistened damply in the gloom. “Come on,” she quavered, glancing round, “let’s just get out of here.”
Helen wavered, pouting with frustration. The building was still furnished, but the chairs and tables had been draped with dust-sheets. Curtains had been taken down to let the sunlight spill across bare floorboards. And yet the house had been unlocked. She frowned uneasily. Maybe Nicola was right – in which case they had better move right now.
She was just about to say so when they heard a child crying from upstairs.
The girls exchanged a startled look. “Perhaps it’s just a cat …” breathed Nicola. But the sound of snivelling went on, uncanny in the silence. Helen’s fine hairs prickled as she crept towards the bottom of the stairs. It was definitely a child’s voice, abandoned and forlorn.
Helen felt it draw her, like a hook in her soft heart. “The poor thing,” she said, and started upwards. Nicola came after her with slow, reluctant steps. The crying sounded spooky, but she wasn’t staying downstairs on her own.
They reached the landing and peered round. The miserable mewling came and went. Halfway down the passage was a door that stood ajar. Helen tiptoed up to it, her caring instincts mingled with unease. Nicola glanced down the staircase, fearful of being trapped, then bit her lip and padded after her.
The child’s sobs were muffled now, as if its face was buried in a pillow. Helen pushed the door a little wider and looked in. The room was bleak and dingy, with no furniture except a double bed. A tangled mound of sheets and quilts concealed what lay on it. Helen hesitated, and the shroud of linen twitched. The child whimpered softly to itself.
Pulling a face in sympathy, she moved towards the bed. Nicola came through the door but hung back nervously. Helen glanced at her and then leaned forward. “Ssh,” she crooned. “It’s all right now. You’re safe …”
The quilt was kicked back suddenly and Helen gave a little squeak of fright. A figure sat up almost in her face. His bare chest was a young man’s, but he wore a child’s grinning plastic mask. A pistol with an eight-inch silencer was in his hand. He pointed it at Helen and her squeak became a squeal.
The weapon gave a brisk pew-pewp and punched two holes in Helen’s plump left breast. One just nicked the pink disc of her nipple; the other pierced the creamy flesh above and split her heart. “Ugh-eugh!” the bunny sobbed, convulsing with the impacts. Scarlet droplets flecked the sheets and bloomed in coin-sized blots. Helen teetered, mouth agape, her eyes like a hurt deer’s. The smoking gun stayed level till she whimpered and collapsed across the bed.
Nicola had jumped as well, but now her nerves just fizzled uselessly. Petrified, she watched another figure sitting up. This was a woman, also masked, her bare breasts joggling. She held what looked to be an outsized handgun, the thick tube of the barrel swinging round. In fact it was a MAC-10 submachine gun, with a heavy silencer screwed into place. Nicola just gaped at it while Helen’s body slumped. Suddenly her tits felt far too big.
The woman’s plastic features leered grotesquely. Nicola shrank back in wide-eyed dread. “Oh please -” she started wailing, and the MAC-10 gave a high-pitched hacking cough. The “please” became an “Eeeeeeegh!” as bullets sizzled through her breasts. The DD boobs were large enough to soak up several impacts, each punching a neat wound into her flesh. She clutched herself in agony, rebounding off the wall, her pretty face screwed up in a grimace. Her firm tits bounced and spattered blood, her squeal pushed ever higher by the pain. The woman kept her writhing for a moment, then let the weapon sputter to a stop. Nicola mewed tearfully and slithered down the wall, still plucking vainly at her punctured breasts.
Jakki was downstairs by now and tiptoeing from room to empty room. She heard a muffled yelping, like a puppy’s – then a thump. Her heart began to pound again. She crept into the hall. The staircase basked in dusty sunlight, leading up to … what?
“Hello?” she whispered hoarsely. There was silence from above. Then she heard a floorboard creak, as the woman stepped past Nicola’s slumped body. Jakki’s heartbeat speeded up. She backed away and turned along the passage. And coming straight towards her was the gunman with the knife.
She gave a cry of horror as he brought the switchblade up. He grinned at her, eyes pitiless and hungry. Jakki recoiled and fled into the hallway. She sensed him right behind her as she scurried up the stairs, his breath against her bobbing bunny tail. She glanced over her shoulder - but the bastard had stopped moving. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs. She was almost at the top before she looked ahead again. A faceless woman with a gun was waiting for her there.
Jakki stopped so suddenly, her heart was flung right up into her throat. She wavered, out of breath and out of balance. Her hand went almost primly to her mouth.
Oh no.
The woman wore a plastic mask, white briefs and nothing else. Her compact submachine gun didn’t waver. There was no way forward now, and no way back. The knowledge settled heavily, like lead.
A woozy calm came over her. She let her arms drop loosely to her sides. Her belly still felt hollow and her heart was like a bouncing rubber ball. But with nowhere to go, it was out of her hands. There was nothing she could do but stand and wait.
The woman smiled behind her mask and squeezed the MAC-10’s trigger. Jakki heard the weapon’s bolt spring forward with a click, and then the bullets hit her like a squall. She jiggled backwards down the stairs, her bosom flecked with bloody polka dots. Her pert breasts didn’t bounce the way that Nicola’s had done, but bobbed attractively as they were pierced. “Ggghh,” she choked and clutched at them, her perky face contorted with the pain. The silenced submachine gun kept on coughing; the impacts bounced her off the wall and stitched a line of holes across her belly. “Awwghh!” squawked Jakki, spitting blood. Her body doubled forward. The woman let her trigger go - then tugged it one more time. The doomed girl reared back again, grimacing in despair. She arched her spine across the rail, still clawing at her chest, like a ballerina sticking out her tits. Her perforated body heaved and wriggled, then relaxed. For a moment she hung balanced there ... then slithered sideways, down the rail and off it. She tumbled down the next ten steps, to end up on her back before the knifeman. Upside-down, with bunny ears, her woeful face looked silly.
He couldn’t help but smirk at her dismay.
* * *
Penny had outlived them all, but didn’t realise that. All she had to go on was the endless stir and rustle of the woods. She thought that she’d heard footsteps creeping past a while ago, but now there were just animals and birds.
How long would they search for her? She’d lost all track of time. Maybe they had given up already. Perhaps one of the other girls had managed to get help.
At last she found the nerve to leave the hollow and look round. Sunlight played between the leaves. The blue sky looked benign above the treetops. She had the feeling she had been abandoned, as if a game of hide-and-seek had been called off and nobody had told her.
Penny was a well-bred girl, a fashion journalist. The last twelve hours had been a total nightmare. She scarcely dared to hope that it was over, even now. Every nerve was tingling as she tiptoed through the trees.
After half an hour of timid progress, she reached the country lane they’d started from. Crouching down, she peered to left and right. It was deserted. There was no sign of the van. The fields were empty. She wavered miserably, not knowing what she should do next. Then she heard a car and shrank away.
It came in sight a minute later, cruising down the lane: a big Rolls Royce with polished bodywork. It looked incongruous out here, but also reassuring – a glimpse of the untroubled real world. She had an urge to flag it down, but fear still kept her rooted to the spot. She balked at being seen like this, in briefs and bunny ears.
The driver was in uniform, a regular chauffeur, and Penny realised that it was a woman. Then the car was purring past. An impulse got her up at the last moment. She scampered out into the lane, one arm across her breasts, the other waving.
The car came smoothly to a halt. The woman stopped the engine and got out. She had long blonde hair under her cap. It framed a sweet young face. She frowned as Penny stumbled up. “Hello … what’s up with you?”
“Oh please,” said Penny, fighting back her tears, “I’ve just been kidnapped. Can you get me to a police station, right now?”
“Christ, you poor thing. Get in.” She opened the rear door. Penny whimpered gratefully and slid onto the plush white leather seats. The car was sumptuous, with lots of room for her long legs. Classical music, turned down low, was playing on the speakers. The driver got back in and started up.
Penny sat back, nauseous with relief. “Can I use your carphone, please?” she asked.
“Sorry, I don’t have one,” said the woman, moving off. “There’s a phone box down the road from here. I’ll call the cops for you.”
The car went gliding down the lane, as stately as a swan. Penny turned and watched the woods recede in the back window. Her heartbeat was still thudding, but at last she was beginning to feel safe.
“Here we are,” the driver said, and pulled in by a phone box at a crossroads. She gave Penny a reassuring smile. Penny sniffed and watched as she got out. The lane was quiet, no sign of other traffic. Across the fields she saw a large, abandoned-looking house.
Penny squirmed and chewed her lip, unable to relax. Her bladder had begun to ache. She wished that there was somewhere she could go. The interior of the car felt too constricted, despite the width and comfort of the seats. The girl was in the phone box now, her back turned as she dialled. Penny still felt sick. She willed her heartbeat to slow down.
As she settled back, the door beside her was yanked open. Penny gasped in shock and squirmed around. She glimpsed a stooping figure and a black tube poking in. Pewp it coughed, and bit a hole in Penny’s large right breast. It felt as if her tit had been pinched tight. “Ngh!” she grunted, saucer-eyed, blood speckling the seats. Pewp, the gun repeated. Pewp. Her pampered bosom joggled with each shot. “Hngh!” was all that she could gasp before she toppled back across the seats. Crimson bloodstains blossomed on the soft upholstery. Her panties darkened as she peed in them.
The gunman straightened up and watched the driver coming back. She smiled like a conceited cat. “I told you it would work.”
“Shame about the upholstery, but still …” the gunman said. He stared down at the shadow of the dead girl’s pubic hair, then slammed the door and got in beside the driver. They kissed each other hungrily, and the car moved off towards the waiting house.