She drove up the mile long gravel rode till she arrived at the lodging. More like a mansion, she thought, and as well it should be. She was one of dozens of women who financed the construction of this site, very discretely of course. Lilandra herself was worth well over twenty million dollars, but that was nothing compared to the amassed wealth of some of the other members of this elite club. To qualify, one must have to be female of course, with a bank account balance of ten million dollars or more, and most importantly, share the same unique interest as the other members.

Lilandra parked her vehicle, and got out. Several female workers unloaded her horse from the trailer, leading it to its stall in the barn. Others helped leash her hounds as they were released from their cages in the trailer and taken to their respective kennels. Lilandra breathed the fresh country air as she looked around the complex. She had heard that this year's hunt would be the best yet. The club's newsletter had indicated the the herd of bucks procured for the hunt were of magnificent quality. She smiled, and removed her bags from the car, handing them to the waiting female porter, then made her way to the main quarters to check in.

As she unpacked, she went over last month's newsletter in her head. A record number of males had been captured by the collection teams during the year. This year's pre-hunt banquet would be a veritable feast. Lilandra knew that the collection teams were in every large city, taking males that no one would miss. The homeless, the single ones with no family. They were collected and stored here during the year in preparation for this one weekend. Once here, they were sorted by size. Lilandra laughed to herself. The newsletter was always so clinical. Why didn't they ever just come out and say it? The males were sorted according to the size of their genitals.

The smallest ones were virtually worthless. Still they were harvested, their cocks and balls removed for the feast. Their small cocks were ground into a pate-like paste, to be served on crackers, while their balls were used in various soups and as hors deouvres. The males with larger cocks were also harvested, but their cocks were prepared whole and served along with their balls as entrees. But the males with the largest genitals, trophy sized cocks and balls, were reserved for the hunt. Only the biggest male sex organs qualified.

Lilandra's pussy tingled at the thought. This was her ninth hunt, and she had four trophies to show for it. All were proudly displayed in her den, mounted on fine plaques made of dark cherry wood. The cocks were mounted in their erect state, standing straight out with the accompanying balls dangling below. A bronze plate at the top of the plaque was engraved with the date of the hunt, the dimensions of the cock, and the weight of the balls, along with the name of the huntress who bagged the trophy. She enjoyed showing them off to her close friends. They made quite a conversation piece. Her pride and joy was displayed at the center, a thick nine inch specimin which she took three years ago. But rumor had it that this year one of the bucks they had captured was the largest yet. Lilandra meant to take that trophy home this year.

She dressed for dinner and joined the other guests in the ballroom. The waitresses carried trays of appetizers around the room, and as she mingled Lilandra enjoyed several roasted balls in garlic sauce, speared by toothpicks for no-mess dining. For dinner she had cock and balls sauted in olive oil, with a light vignette salad followed by triple chocolate cheesecake for desert. Finally she announced to her fellow table guests that she was stuffed, and wanted to retire for the night in order to be ready for the hunt at dawn. Leaving the room, she returned to her quarters.

Lilandra had no intention of sleeping. She waited till she was certain the other guests were in their rooms, then picked up her bag and left her room. She made her way out of the main house, careful not to arouse anyone. Once out the door, she headed to the row of cages where the bucks for the hunt were kept. Opening her bag, she pulled out a flashlight and turned it on. Finally she arrived at the first cage.

This male was awake, standing in the corner of his cage. Lilandra was not worried about him crying out; all bucks culled for the hunt have their vocal cords surgically severed. This eliminates any distracting pleas for mercy at the moment of conquest. She shone the light between his legs to view his genitals. Impressive, but she already had two trophies larger than that. The next three cages were the same. The bucks were certainly well hung, but not spectacularly so. Determined, she moved to the fifth cage.

This buck was sleeping, leaning against the bars of his cage. One leg was crossed over the other, obscuring her view. Against her better judgement, Lilandra stuck her leg between the bars and kicked his legs apart. The buck snorted but did not wake up. Lilandra gasped. His cock was huge! She guessed it was eight inches flaccid, actually resting on the ground between his legs. His balls were massive as well, also resting on the ground in their sack. This had to be the one, she thought to herself as she walked behind him. reaching into her bag again, Lilandra pulled out a small towel. she began to rub it over the buck's skin, sliding it up and down. She did this for several minutes, then put the towel in her bag, and headed for the kennels.

The dogs were also sleeping and she crept to the section where her hounds were kept. She removed the towel and tossed it into the middle of the cage, then knelt and quietly called to her pack. One of the females woke first, then a male. Both scented the towel immediately, and began barking. Lilandra quickly left and snuck back to her room as the entire kennel soon was awash in noise.

As dawn approached, all the huntresses prepared their mounts and leashed their hounds. The bucks were subdued and taken out of their cages, to be showered and shorn of all body hair. This would ensure a smooth hairless trophy for each huntress who claimed one. Then, with all 27 huntresses mounted and lining each side of the pathway, the bucks were brought out. Two women with bugles trumpeted the traditional "foxhunt" tune, and then the referee stepped forward to prepare all entrants for the start. The gun would be fired, and the bucks would be released and given a thirty minute head start. The referee reminded the huntresses of the 10 foot high voltage fence that encircled the complex, and to be wary coming into contact with it. Should a buck try to climb it, the shock would not be fatal but extremely disabling, leaving him an easy catch for the first huntress to find him. With that, she raised the gun, and fired.

The males took off, running down the path, hoping to escape. The huntresses whooped and yelled as they enjoyed the sight of ten bucks sprinting, their oversized cocks and balls flopping and bouncing between their legs. Lilandra caught sight of her target, his huge cock swinging in a windmill motion as he ran. She smiled as she pulled back on her hounds' leashes as they leapt forward. They knew their target.

After what seemed an eternity to the huntresses, the thirty minutes finally elapsed. The buglers repeated their tune, and the referee fired again. The hunt was on! 27 horses and 270 hounds dashed out, fighting for position. Once off the path, most spread out. Lilandra followed her hounds to the right, while all but one other huntress went to the left. This concerned her, she did not want another huntress to get the prize she wanted so much. But after ten minutes, the other huntress's hounds picked up another scent, and moved off. Elated, Lilandra spurred her mount on.

The huntress and her pack followed the scent. Her plan was working perfectly! After another ten minutes they emerged from a small forest of trees into a tall field of grass. Lilandra scanned the horizon. The buck was here somewhere. She waited as the dogs charged ahead. Finally, in the distance, she saw a figure rise up out of the grass and begin to run. She spurred her mount into full gallop.

Lilandra easily outdistanced her hounds, closing the gap quickly. At the top of the hill, the buck turned, and she gasped. Fear had caused his cock to become fully erect. She knew this usually happens, but was not prepared for the sight of the buck's now 12 inch cock swinging as he turned to see his pursuer. She pressed her horse's haunches with her feet, and she was once again at full speed. She topped the hill and saw the buck just ahead, running as fast as he could. His cock was so large that she could actually see it from behind as it bounced side to side.

The huntress reached down on the saddle, unbuckling her long whip. As she neared her target she swung it in the air, letting it reach full length. With expert precision, Lilandra lashes out with it, wrapping it around the buck's neck. Pulling back on the reins, she brings her mount to a full stop, and the buck's momentum does the rest. His feet fly out, and he falls, landing on his back with a loud thud. Lilandra dismounts and approaches her prey.

She circles him, then stands at his feet. The male is gasping for air. She reaches down and takes his ankles, then tosses his legs apart, spreading them. Before he can react she kneels on his thighs, pinning them wide open. The male reaches down weakly to defend himself, but by then the hounds have caught up. The male instinctively reaches up to protect his head as he is surrounded by the snarling pack. Lilandra smiles with satisfaction, then lets her gaze go to the male's crotch. There it is. Twelve inches of thick hard cock standing straight up before her. She gazes up at the head, the size of a plum and beautifully mushroom shaped. She lets her gaze fall lower, viewing his massive balls, hanging so low in their sack that they are brushing the ground. The male tries to reach down to cover his nude manhood but the hounds are all over him, two of them gripping his wrist with their jaws and pulling back on it, stretching his arm out. He keeps his other hand up, still covering his face.

Lilandra is momentarily frozen, hypnotized by the sight of the massive set of genitals in front of her, swinging and swaying as the male tries to get free. With her left hand she reaches out and takes the cock by the shaft and squeezes it, grinning as she see a drop of precum ooze from the large head. She takes her right hand and lifts up the male's balls, feeling their weight. The male finally reaches out with his other hand, trying to stop her but the hounds are on him, and stretch that arm over his head to join the other. The male turns his head to the side in agony, only able to whisper his moans of pain.

Lilandra decides it is time. She releases the males genitals, reaching back to her hip with her right hand as she tries to encircle his package with her left. It is so large that she struggles, but is finally able to encircle the base of his cock and balls with her hand. She pulls them toward her, stretching them away from his body. Her right hand finds her hunting knife on her belt, and unsheathes it. At that moment the male looks down at her, seeing as she moves the knife between his spread legs. Lilandra feels his manhood spasm in her hand, then watches his cock twitch, then jump, then erupt in a guyser of cum. The stream flies high into the air, then splatters on the male's chest. Two of the hounds immediately lick it up, fighting for the last drops. Lilandra laughs as a second jet of cum spurts out of the engorged cock, knowing that she is watching this buck's manhood ejaculate for the final time. As the cum hits his chest, two more hounds move in, drawn by the scent of the male's juices. It is fought over and lapped up. Just as the male's cock begins to squirt a third time, Lilandra snaps the knife up. The razor sharp blade easily slices through the rock hard tissue of the male's cock, and the fragile tissue of his ball sack. The entire package comes free in her hand and she squeezes it tightly, keeping it erect.

She rises with her prize in hand and turns toward her mount, then shouts out an order to her pack. They attack, and the male is quickly dispatched, as the pack claims its own reward. Lilandra holds her trophy up, admiring it, and then laughing as the severed cock and balls actually pump out one last weak stream of male juice. She takes it back to her mount, retrieving a heavy duty quick tie and wrapping it around the base of her prize, then pulling it tight, ensuring that all fluids, not to mention both balls, will stay put. Now secured, she raises her trophy over her head and lets out her victory cry. Within moments other huntresses arrive, and are awed by the size of the cock and balls in Lilandra's hands. She puts them in her saddle bag, and trots off toward the complex's processing center. She knows her hounds will be returned to her once they have finished.

At the closing ceremony, Lilandra is the last to be called to the stage. She beams as the applause rings out, and then watches as the presenter brings out her prize. The cock and balls have been preserved and mounted, the realism obviously maintained as the cock is bouncing and the balls are swinging. The plaque is given to Lilandra, and she holds it high over her head, turning so that all can see the huge male genitals that now belong to her.

The closing ceremony over, all head home till next year. Lilandra keeps her trophy in the front seat, not able to stop admiring it as she drives. She grins knowing what her friends' reactions will be, once she shows them her new acquisition. It will now be center stage, with the four smaller trophies around it. Perhaps even some special lighting, thinks Lilandra, grinning as she takes her trophy home...