There was one thing holding their dreams of climbing the ladder away from them though. Mr. Whitechapel had told them that although they were all equally matched to succeed in his business, there was family tradition to uphold. As previous generations of his family had done, there was always a hunting trip; a competition involving the best and the brightest of the his employees.

"The one of you three that shows the most cunning, the quickest of body, the most physically fit, and the most intelligent, will succeed to win my favor. The other two will have to go home empty handed I'm afraid."

This was no problem for the three employees. They were all cut throat in their own trade and quick of the tongue. Though none of them knew anything about hunting, all three would find their own way of pleasing their boss the most.

All three men were in their late twenties to early thirties. All three had sculpted bodies, the sign of obsessively spending time in public gyms, the rest of their time being spent working the business.

"You two can just give up now," Dylan said.

"You think you're gonna hunt the best game, huh?" Bart asked, trying to antagonize Dylan.

Dermott was a little more reserved, "Do either of you even know what we're hunting up here?" he asked. None of the three men were instructed to bring any kind of firearm or rifle.

"There's a special kind of red breasted elk that we're supposed to cap," Dylan lied, "so keep an eye out for it and shoot nothing else. Ok big guy?" he teased.

Minutes later a beige colored van came and picked them up. The driver was a huge Swedish guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. They had seen him around. He was Mr. Whitechapel's personal assistant. And by assistant, it is meant bodyguard. His name was Sven. Sven drove them without a word for the next hour far away from town where things were familiar, and into forests and private property.

Mr. Whitechapel's summer house on the hill was quite large and spacious enough for fifty people to live year round and never see each other. The three men were escorted to their temporary rooms where they would be sleeping the night before the Big Hunt, as Mr. Whitechapel would say.

That night dinner was in a huge dining hall in the company of Mr. Whitechapel. He was a short, fat, bald man with a brush like moustache. He wore a smoking jacket as the three of them ate the finest fillet mignon with shrimp scampi, potato, salad, and red wine. There was only talk of business, and no talk of the hunting trip the next day. The three men were perfectly fine to talk shop with the boss, actually preferring to not look inexperienced as to the nature of the Hunting Party.

Later they sat in the lounge and drank brandy in front of a roaring fireplace. It was then that Mr. Whitechapel's daughter Lillith entered.

With introductions all around, Lillith was a stunning sight to behold and at the tender age of twenty. She spent most of her time at this very house and worked with tending animals. She had a strong, firm body with olive colored skin and sandy blond hair.

"Centerfold" was the word Dylan, Dermot, and Bart thought simultaneously without a word to each other.

And Lillith was not dressed for a social occasion. She was turning down for the night, having just bathed, and wore a thin fabric bathrobe. Mr. Whitechapel smiled at her fondly as she kissed him on the cheek. Being the independent type, she took the liberty of not summoning the servants, and stoked the fire herself. In the light of the huge fire, the three men saw in full view the outline of her nude body under her robe as she stood before the flames. Dylan had to shift his pants uncomfortably as he was sprouting an erection and made sure the rest of the time she was in the room was while he was sitting down. Dermott could control his biology but found himself breathing hard at the sight of the young woman. Bart just sat and stared. He found the honest approach to be virtuous, though most women just found it creepy. Lillith on the other hand, didn't think anything of it. As she bent over to return the poker to its rightful place, Bart spied the top of one of her nipples, a sweet flat rose perched on the front of her perfect breast. When she caught him looking, she gave him the smallest hint of a devious smile. Not enough that her father would catch on, but enough to make Bart's heart race.

She then bid the men goodnight, and said she looked forward to the Hunting Trip in the morning. As she left the three men suddenly remembered why they were there and questions as to the nature of the Hunting Trip came up.

By now Mr. Whitechapel was boozed up enough that he was in no mood to talk about tomorrow's "Escapade" as he referred to it. His choice of words made the men that much more curious but Mr. Whitechapel changed the subject to his daughter. He asked the men if they thought she was pretty. All three men had no trouble whatsoever voicing their approval of Mr. Whitechapel's daughter's all around virtues.

With that, Mr. Whitechapel ended the discussion cheerfully and went off to bed without another word. When the three men were alone in the room,

"Fuck," Dylan said "what I wouldn't give to plow that hottie!" He had been trying to tame his raging hard-on without the others taking notice.

"She's quite the something," Bart said, "I saw her titties. They were sweeet, sweet."

"You lucky bastard," Dylan said.

"If I could have a woman lie that, I'd treat her well, I'd make sure all her needs were met till my dying day." Dermott professed. He had always been the white knight type.

"She ain't goin' for you chump," Bart said, "she gave me a look you all missed like she wanted my fuckin' sausage."

There was more words exchanged between the men but they all agreed it would be best to turn in early to keep their energy for the Hunting Trip.

That night as the other two slept, Bart waited in horny silence, expecting Lillith to come in his room any second. He found himself fantasizing about her young body and almost needed to jerk off before he heard the door of his bedroom open. He starred into the darkness, expecting to see that bathrobe slip off her tender body. Instead Sven charged him with a damp rag in his hand, and pressed it into his nose and mouth. Bart was not strong enough to keep the big man off of him and succumbed to a chemical smell that put him fast asleep.

Bart awoke on the cold dirt of morning. He was completely naked save for something that was on his head that he couldn't make out. His hands and feet were bound behind him and he was gagged. He saw the sun just coming up over the horizon and looked around. To his right and his left were Dylan and Dermott, also both naked and bound, a look of terror and confusion passing over their faces. Bart spied that each one of them wore deer antlers attached to a kind of fur hood that was draped over their heads and shoulders. He realized he was wearing one as well.

Horses hooves could be heard and the three men tried to sit up, leaning on each others naked bodies. The horses approached them. There were three of them. On one was Mr. Whitechapel with an intimidating .44 magnum in a holster at his side, on the second was Sven, and on the third was Lillith. She held a rifle and had a sash of tranquilizer darts across her shapely chest.

"Oh, beautiful," Mr. Whitechapel said, with marvel, "you did an excellent job Sven."

"Yes," Lillith agreed, smiling at the big Swedish man.

Sven only smiled himself, quietly admiring his handy work. He dismounted from his horse with a knife in his hand, and cut each of the three men's ropes. They stood, their muscles cramped. They wanted to speak but couldn't.

"Welcome to the competition boys." Mr. Whitechapel said. "I told you I wanted to find the best one of you three and it has been a family tradition for generations that this is the only way to decide."

Lillith started to load her tranquilizer gun.

Mr. Whitechapel continued his speech. "Now each one of you has fifteen minutes to run off into those woods. At the mark of fifteen minutes. We will begin the chase. The last one of you to be caught will become my partner."

Lillith whispered something in his ear.

Whitechapel added onto his presentation, "And the one of you who becomes my partner will also get a chance, if he so desires, to court my daughter."

The three men perked up instantly.

"Fifteen minutes gentlemen," Mr. Whitechapel looked at his watch, "starting............NOW."

With asleep feet and clouded heads, Dylan and Dermott hobbled into the wilderness as fast as they could. As soon as Bart made it six feet, Lillith shot him in the butt cheek with the tranquilizer gun. Immediately, Bart fell to the ground, fully conscious, but also fully paralyzed.

Mr. Whitechapel looked at his daughter confused.

"So soon?" he asked.

"That one is a creep Dad," Lillith said, "I caught him staring at my tits."

Mr. Whitechapel bellowed a tremendous laugh as Lillith dismounted and joined Sven on the ground in front of Bart. Sven handed Lillith his knife.

"Sorry Bart," Lillith said, "this is hardly legal as it is but we're not going to kill you. On the other hand we can afford to stave off the law with just enough money to castrate you."

Bart looked absolutely in a panic as Lillith slid the large bone handled hunting knife up under his puny scrotum with her black leather gloves. With a back and forth motion, she flawlessly cut through his manhood, severing scrotum, testicles, and penis all in one clean motion. Bart screamed through his gag but there was no one around for miles who cared about his troubles.

From a saddlebag Sven pulled out a large plastic bag where Bart's genitals were dropped into. Sven tied Bart back up so they could find him later when they came back. He returned the bag of cock and balls to the saddle and the two returned to their horses.

"I'd say it's time," Lillith said.

Mr. Whitechapel shrugged, "this will be a short trip I suppose," they nudged their horses into a fast pace.

It didn't take Dylan long to realize that in order to be the last one to be caught, he was going to have to get rid of Dermott. He tackled the other man when they happened upon a gravel pit passed the trees. As the two naked men wrestled in their deep antler hoods, Dermott pleaded for some rational thinking.

"We have to work together if we're going to get through this!" Dermott yelled, "can't you see these people are crazy?!"

Dylan figured Dermott just wanted to trick him and picked up a huge rock. "Sorry buddy," Dylan said, "it's been nice working with you."

As Dermott tried to scramble out of the way of the enormous rock, he didn't see the Whitechapels up on the hill above them. Lillith's aim was true as she caught Dylan in the back of the thigh, and he dropped to his knees. Dermott disappeared into the thicket as the horses descended the hill and surrounded Dylan.

Lillith eyed Dylan lustfully. His cock was a handsome specimen, well endowed, and quite an pleasure to look at in her eyes.

"Oh Daddy, I want this one but he's just not the right kind of guy or me."

"Then you know the drill my princess," Mr. Whitechapel bade. She shrugged and picked up his cock in her hand. she rolled the head between her fingers, and Mr. Whitechapel and Sven gave a blind eye as she popped the head of Dylan's penis in her mouth and rolled it over her tongue playfully.

"Let's get it over with my dear," Mr. Whitechapel said to the forest behind them, sounding only a tiny bit annoyed.

Lillith sighed and slid Sven's knife under Dylan's scrotum. This time she only cut of the balls and scrotum. Sven got out the bag with Bart's manhood in it.

"Pumpkin," Mr. Whitechapel lectured at his daughter, "All of it."

Lillith played with Dylan's cock a little, swaying it back and forth at the base. she didn't want to cut it off. But then reluctantly and rebelliously, she cut off the head first, then severed it midway, then sliced off the remaining stump at the base. All the while Dylan watched, unable to move.

Lillith dropped the four pieces of Dylan in Sven's plastic bag before they all got on their horses again.

Sadly, for all his good intentions, Dermott was easy to find. He had found the perimeter of Mr. Whitechapel's property and was trying to climb over the cyclone fence with his bare feet. Lilith tagged him with the tranquilizer gun and he fell into the soft grass.

"Oh," Lillith looked enthusiastic when she spied Dermott's cock. It was even bigger and more handsome than Dylan's had been. Dermott lay in the grass motionless, looking up at the blue sky.

"Well Dermott," Mr. Whitechapel said after dismounting. "It seems you have won the Hunting Party. Once we get back into town, you're going to be my new business partner. Congratulations."

Lillith looked at him, waiting for him to get to the courting his daughter part. He continued,

"And as an added bonus, you can court my daughter." he grumbled.

Lillith smiled and looked down at Dermott, "And by 'court,' he means 'fuck.' You're a nice guy Dermott, but I wouldn't want to spend any time with you, you're not my type."

With that, Lillith took off her boots and her panties, exposing her smooth legs and vulva. Her pubic hair was kept trim. Mr. Whitechapel and Sven left the two of them alone while Lillith did what she liked best on the Hunting Trip.

She took Dermott's cock in her hand and pumped it till it was hard. Dermott looked at her like the angel he thought she was. She removed her shirt and bra. Now both were naked. She took off his silly deer hood and threw it in the grass next to them. Though he couldn't move his mouth, she still brushed her soft young nipples against his lips and thrust her hips up and down to get him harder.

When he was at the peak of his girth, she made him mount her, sitting down on his shaft. Her cunt was wet and warm. Dermott had never had anything so sweet in his life. She rode his cock forward and backward for what seemed like forever, taking it out to briefly rub her asshole with the head, and then slamming it into her pussy to ride him some more. He watched her young breasts bounce up and down as she rode him, perspiration gathering on her neck, matting her hair to her shoulders.

And then she came. Her body arched backward and she stared at the sky as the orgasm rocked through her body.

Seeing Lillith cum made Dermott cum. His body stiffened for a second and then his seed rushed out of him and in to her like lightening. He kept his eyes on her as she smiled down at him as they came at the same time.

With his cock still in her and still cumming, she ran the knife through his manhood and separated it from his body, taking balls and scrotum with it. He continued to lay on the ground in a dreamy state, cum still spurting from the hole where his sex had been. Lillith stood with the severed cock and balls still in her, and grabbed it with her hands and fucked herself again with the severed genitals like a living dildo. She quickly came again and dropped to her knees. She kissed Dermott delicately on the mouth and the two lay in the grass together, looking up at the sky.

Later that night there was a cook-out. Over an open fire was prepared kebabs of penis and testicles. All three men were still bound at the wrists and still naked, though their deer horns and mouth gags had been removed. They sat in front of the fire side by side. Sven held out the severed parts of the two men's cock and balls to Bart and Dylan and they ate their own genitals with scowls on their faces. Dylan looked over at Dermott who was not eating. The whole night Dermott had this dreamy smile on his face.

"Hey, how come you're not eating dick?" Dylan snarled contemptuously.

Dermott stared off into the starry night. "Had to make sure she was well taken care of." he smiled.

"Huh?" Dylan growled.

But Dermott didn't say anything after that.