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The Huntress (Part 1 of 4)

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Posted by Toby on June 11, 1999 at 11:27
Hello again,
Herewith part 1 (of 4) of another offering which has taken me a few weeks to write amid interruptions and what have you. This has been written, it must be said, with a little bit of humour although I hope that the interesting bits are still fairly erotic and/or messy.
Take care all
Toby.
The Huntress
Part 1 - The River
Sarah Jones trod carefully through the green undergrowth. The sounds of the jungle echoed softly in her ears as she crept along, quietly stepping on the dead leaves and twigs that covered the forest floor. She knew the predator was close by probably watching her every move. Her grip tightened on the 9mm pistol she held in her hand. She needed to sense the beast before it got a chance to catch her so that she could put it down without risk to herself. She didn't want to kill it, but it was her life at stake. She hadn't wanted the animal to follow her but she knew that once it had got her scent, it would pursue her until the end. She slowed her pace down. She could hear and feel the soft canvas of her shorts rubbing at her legs. She stopped. Could she hear the sound of breathing? Was the creature close by or was it her own breath that had alarmed her? She could feel her heartbeat, she could feel the perspiration trickling down her back, under the clinging khaki singlet. She studied the undergrowth carefully with her clear blue eyes. The small backpack hung heavily on her shoulders and her long blonde hair, despite being tied back, had fallen loose and stuck to her face and neck with her sweat. Her breasts swelled slightly with her breathing causing her nipples to rub gently against the damp cotton material.
She crouched down even more sure that the animal was close. Carefully she released her pack onto the ground behind her. She felt the tight leather straps of her holster bite into her thigh and she could feel her cramped bladder aching to release its contents from her body. She winced as she felt a little trickle of pee escape into her crotch and wet her green cotton panties. Then it all happened so suddenly. The tiger broke cover about ten yards to her right. Sarah leapt forward and dived to the ground executing a perfect forward roll and ended up facing the beast she raised the pistol and fired two shots in quick succession. The huge animal crashed into her knocking her to the ground. She screamed and writhed managing to roll the tiger off her and she sat back pistol again at the ready. The tiger lay still. She had killed it with her first shot.
Sarah began to breathe again, her senses returning she collected herself together and rose slowly to her feet. She holstered her pistol and relaxed her shoulders with relief. All she was aware of now was the damp burning sensation between her legs, as she felt the desperate need to pee. Her travels alone had taught her that it was unnecessary to regard the niceties of human nature whilst she was alone. She could hear the sound of the river close by so without ceremony she stood legs apart and peed steadily into her panties. She closed her eyes and smiled with relief as the hot streams cascaded out of her knickers, into her shorts and down her thighs. She knew that her socks and boots would be soaked as well as her shorts and panties but there was nothing that a cool dip in the river wouldn't put right. She looked down and watched as the streams became one and poured out from underneath her wet shorts and splashed noisily onto the ground.
Sarah placed her hand on her crotch and pressed the wet patch on her shorts to squeeze out the warm drops. She picked up her pack and made her way toward the sound of the water. She came to a clearing and looked at the welcome sight of the river and made her way downstream to a shallow waterfall, which ran over some rocks. It would be safe there from anything lurking under the surface. She became aware that the combination a walking, and the shock of her recent encounter had made her desperate to poo. That was always a dangerous time. She was aware that if she were caught 'with her shorts down' by any animal or worse still by the human hunters that frequented the jungle the consequences could be dire. She tried to restrict her activities to night-time when she could relieve herself under the relative safety of darkness. She couldn't wait that long. She had been in the jungle for four days now and had only been once and that was on day one. She knew she had to go sooner rather than later.
She moved toward the jungle again and began to loosen her belt. Then she heard the sound of voices from across the river. She hurried and hid behind a tree and looked back she saw three men come into the clearing, two Europeans and a native man. Sarah shrank back into the undergrowth to watch. The men sat down and rested by the river, they drank water and splashed water over their heads to cool off then talked. Sarah couldn't hear what they were saying but she was more concerned that her stomach cramps were getting worse and she wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. As she caught the occasional voice floating across the river she began to feel her movement start to slowly push her poo out into the gusset of her panties. She clenched her legs together but it was no use the BM started to push itself firmly into the soft cotton material underneath her.
As the pressure increased she resigned herself to the fact that she was going to fill her knickers and she parted her legs and squatted slightly. She felt the tip of the hard lump slide gently out of her crackling quietly as it did so. The material provided some resistance to her efforts and she could feel herself straining as the cramps relented. He body built up for the second push and when it came Sarah realised that she was in trouble. She bit her hand as the first piece began to emerge more forcefully. She stifled a grunt and felt the material of her panties stretching under the load that her body was forcing into it. Finally the softer part oozed out slid along her crotch and settled between her legs and she regained her breath. Then she felt her stomach contract again. 'Here goes', she thought, and pushed the second piece out with a great deal of effort. She felt the pile expand and then the first lump started to slide down her legs and ooze out of the sides of her knickers. With a last gasp she realised it was all over, she felt her face glow with the effort of th epast few munutes. She straightened up and squeezed the soft warm sticky pile between her cheeks and down between her legs. She was just beginning to enjoy the warm mushy feeling that was covering her bottom and crotch when she heard a raised voice, and focussed her attention back to the men. They were moving off, unaware of her presence. She waited until they were out of sight and then ten minutes more before walking into the river to empty her filled panties and clean up. Sarah removed her shorts sat with the rushing water washing her crotch and scouring the remains of her accident away. She waited for about an hour before crossing the river and moving off in the same direction as the men.

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