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Subject: {ASSM} A Story: Skunk Hunter
Date: Thu,  1 May 2003 04:10:02 -0400
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"I can't do it any more! Please stop asking me!" I screamed.

No matter what I said, these people just didn't hear me. I was at the end of
the line. There was no way I could do another one. That last one almost
killed me. The soft knocking at the door continued.

"I can't go again!" I screamed as I put my foot through the wall. "Give me a
fucking break!" I yelled at the door.

I paced around the living room.

"I don't have the nerve for it any more. These fucking people are killing
me."

"It's okay, baby," Shelia said. "It's okay. Everybody knows you've done
enough."

"That lady is still knocking at the god damn door! GO AWAY!"

Shelia put her warm hand on my face and then put her finger on my lips.
"Hush," she said.

"Let me talk to her. Don't worry, I'll tell her no. I won't let her in."

Shelia knew how to talk to me. Just the tone of her voice calmed me down.
She had such a soft face and I loved her thick honey colored hair. I don't
know what I would do without her.

"Fine, but you tell her."

"I know what to say, just calm down."

The lady on the other side of the door was just like every other woman who
had ever stood on our front steps. As soon as Shelia cracked the door, the
lady stared pleading.

"My baby!" she said her eyes and face wet with tears, "it took my baby.
Please, please, your man can get her back. I know he can. You've got to ask
him."

Shelia motioned for me to go upstairs, so I did. Walking up the stairs, I
couldn't help but overhear her sad story. I didn't need to hear it, I heard
it a hundred times before.

"My man is so very tired," Shelia said.

"Please, please you must ask him to help. Look, here is a picture of my
baby. She is only ten years old. Her name is Melissa. She is just a baby,
can't you please show him this picture. I'll do anything, anything he wants.
Anything!"

I could hear Shelia trying to calm the lady down. She told her it would be
at least three days before her daughter was in any real danger. She gave her
the names of others who might help, but the lady insisted I was the only
one.

"Talk to your man," she pleaded.

I closed the upstairs bedroom door, I had heard enough. There was no way I
was going out again. It wasn't going to happen.

Shelia spoke with the lady for a long time. When she came up to our room,
she had the photo in her hand.

"Don't even think about showing me that picture. Look at my fucking hands! I
'm shaking. I can't even hold my sword. That skunk would rip my throat out.
I don't want to see that picture. I."

"Baby, would you just relax. I told her you were done skunk hunting. Okay?"

The skunk hunter. That's how I was known.

One day, thousands and thousands of the filthy creatures fell from the sky
encased in metallic cylinders built for one way flights. No one knows where
they came from. I know for sure the skunks didn't built those ships. They're
very clever and deadly creatures, but not capable of space flight. Not in
their nature.

I was pacing around the room rubbing my hands together. Shelia got me to
stop pacing and look at her.

"Let's take a shower, honey. It will help you relax."

"I'm not going.."

"I know. I know. You're not going."

Shelia was soft, pretty, and so much smarter than me. There was nothing I
would rather do than take a long hot shower with her.

Shelia led me by the hand into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While
the room got steamy, she slowly took off her clothes. She did it slow,
because she knew I liked to watch. First she pulled lose the strings which
held her white blouse together. When she did, her round tits came free. Next
she reached behind her neck and took off her white pearls.

"Can you unzip me?" she asked as she turned around and raised up her wide
round ass.

I unzipped her, but she held her dress, she won't let it fall to the ground.
She slipped out of it slowly. Shelia had the best looking legs I had ever
seen. She stood in front of me for a minute so I could look at her with her
dress off, but while her white blouse was still on. The blouse came down
just below her pussy, so I could see her naked lush legs, but nothing more.

"Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked as she pulled down my zipper.

She liked to get me naked while she still had a little of her clothes on. I
pulled off my shirt and then my pants. She pulled down my underwear all the
way to the floor. With one of her strong soft hands, she grabbed hold of my
rock hard dick and squeezed me.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked as she gave me short firm strokes.

She drove me fucking crazy.

I grabbed her and she came to me. She always came to me, she never said no
and she was always ready. She kissed me with her warm red lips and pressed
her tongue deep in my mouth.

I let her go so she could take off her blouse. She took it off with one hand
and stroked me with the other. Shelia had a lovely curvy body. Her belly was
flat but her hips were wide and her ass was round and full. When she was
naked with me like that, she was all I though of.

She turned around and stood on her tip toes. She leaned her hands against
the wall and poked out her ass.

"Do you think I'm getting too fat?" she asked looking back at me over her
shoulder.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I raised up my hand and popped her lovely butt hard.

"Oh!" she said and jerked her ass back.

"I thought you said you were worn out!"

I put my fingers into her long thick hair and pulled her lips back to me.
She opened her mouth and we kissed like two wild animals. The bathroom was
all steamed up. I pulled her into the shower kissing and manhandling her the
whole way.

The first thing she did was soap up her hands and stroke my dick. I did the
same to her plump tits. Her nipples got so hard they stood up. I had to give
them each a good hard bite and then a couple of slaps.

Shelia's skin was naturally golden. Everywhere I slapped her, the most
lovely red marks appeared. She liked to be slapped around a little. Her eyes
told me when she wanted more and when she had enough. Right now she wanted
more. My blood was hot and my dick was like marble.

"Are you going to cum in my hand?" she asked. She leaned in close to me and
whispered in my ear. '"Don't you want to fuck me in the ass?"

How much can a man stand?

I pulled her out of the shower and we mauled each other all the way to the
bedroom. Wet and soapy we slammed down on to the bed and started fucking. I
was getting ready to cum, but she didn't want me to, not just yet. Somehow
she twisted so I came out of her and she rolled on to her tummy.

"Spank me."

What the hell was I supposed to do? Of course I spanked her. Her wide ass
turned so red. Being spanked made her really horny. When she was ready, she
rolled on her back and I was right back in. I focused on getting her off, so
I pumped her fast and hard. She sunk her damn teeth into my shoulder and bit
me while she came. That hurt.

When she finally was done, she focused on me.

"Fuck me, baby. I want to feel you cum."

She ran her nails over my back and at the right time, rubbed my ass. God
damn, that woman drove me wild. I fucked her and fucked her until I couldn't
stand it any more.

"AHHH!..." I said as I came inside her.

I collapsed on her chest and she held me in her warm loving arms. How could
I be this fucking lucky?

The next thing I knew it was morning. I wasn't awake ten seconds, and I
could her that damn woman outside still crying. Shelia was sitting up in bed
looking at the picture of the woman's young daughter. The child had blonde
hair and was smiling in a swing set.

A filthy skunk had grabbed her was no doubt going to feed off her.

"I'm not going after than girl." I said.

"No one expects you to, baby."

"Okay then," I said and tried to get back to sleep.

When the skunks first landed we used our weapons on them. That's why almost
a quarter of our planet is uninhabitable. The stinking creatures had some
kind of incredibly toxic blood. When they were shot they exploded and a huge
area was laid waste. Nothing would grow and everything died, including
humans. The whole area stunk to high heaven.

The skunks were solitary and very clever. We couldn't trap them. We couldn't
poison them. They could run like the wind and change colors like the
chameleon. They hid anywhere and made no sound. They killed millions and
millions of us.

Through trial and error we found the only way to safely kill one was to stab
it in the neck just below the chin. The only problem was the mother fuckers
were strong and damn fast. They would run if they smelled a trap.

For some bizarre reason, they would never run from just one person. My own
opinion is they were so sure of themselves, they didn't fear a single
person.

About the only way to safely kill a skunk was for one man to hunt it, alone
with a sword. As a child I had trained for years with the heavy sword. I was
sought out and asked to help kill the skunks.

Over the years, we killed most of them, and they killed most of us. We didn'
t get them all, and I don't think we ever will.

"Can you please ask that lady to stop crying," I said.

Shelia got out of bed and went downstairs. I could hear the lady begging her
to get me to go after her daughter.

I knew an old skunk had grabbed her daughter. Only the old ones grabbed
kids. They liked young girls for some reason. The skunk would keep her for
three days so her system would flush out. Then the filthy pig would eat her.

I raised out of bed and went to the dresser to get my normal clothes. On top
of the dresser was another photo. It was an old photo I had seen many times.
It was a picture of a smiling young girl about ten years old with thick
blonde hair and golden skin. On the back the girl's mother had written,
"Please save my baby, her name is Shelia."

I raised up my hands to see if they were still shaking. My fighting clothes
and gear were neatly stacked in the corner. The boy next door had sharpened
my sword.

I got dressed and went down stairs. When the lady saw me with my gear, she
broke down.

"God Bless you!" she said. Shelia had to hold her back from falling to my
feet and grabbing my legs.

Her man handed me a map of the area where the girl was last seen. He would
have gone after the skunk himself it hadn't been total suicide.

He shook my hand and kept that tear in his eye from falling out. We didn't
need to say anything. He knew it was life or death. Maybe I'd be back, and
maybe I wouldn't. With his eyes and the warmth of his hand, he thanked me
for trying.

The stinking animal was somewhere in an old building at the edge of the
village. He or she or it won't be hard to find. I had developed a sense for
these things.

Before I left, Shelia looked at me with those big grey eyes of hers. On her
face was the same expression she had that day I first saw her. The day I
took her from that skunk. She was afraid, yet strong inside.

We didn't speak as I left. We never did. She knew first hand what was
waiting for me.

Skunk hunting is a lonely business. No one to help. If the skunk wins, you
get eaten; alive.

I tracked the nasty pig to a basement in an old warehouse. These building
hadn't been used for years. I knew the skunk was inside. The best way to
hunt was to make noise so the skunk thought you were lost. It would watch
you and if it was sure you were alone, it would come out of its hiding
place. They always protected their lair.

Lucky for us they never seemed to learn. Some of our people thought they
were genetically engineered rather than products of evolution. I wasn't here
to do research.

"Melissa," I called out. "Melissa, if you hear me, don't worry. Be still and
don't run."

"Do you hear me Melissa?"

 From back in the basement, I heard a tiny scared voice. "Yes."

I knew right then the pig was watching me. I had no idea where it was. The
key was to move like you were talking to the girl and let the skunk think it
had the advantage. Which it did.

"Melissa? Angel, be still. Do not move or run. Okay?"

"Okay."

Her voice was getting closer, but I didn't see her. This skunk was smarter
than most, or it had left. As I came around a corner, I saw a ghastly sight.
The partially eaten bodies of four young girls were laying on the floor.  I
was frozen in my tracks by the horrified expressions on their dead faces. In
that second the skunk attacked.

My reflexes saved me. It's sharp claws missed my face by a distance to close
to measure. I drew my sword, but I couldn't stab it or slash it. My only
target was the area below its chin.

The skunk paused and stared back at me. Like the others, it had a watermelon
shaped head on a seven foot tall frame. It's long thin arms reached well
below its waist. It looked at me with it's cunning green eyes.

"How did I miss him?' it thought.

Before it attacked again, I heard a loud screaming sound. The skunk jumped
to the side and picked up something. It was hard for me to see what it was,
as the skunk's camouflaged skin blended in so well against the walls and
ceiling of the basement.

When I did get a good look, I couldn't believe what I saw. This skunk was
holding a smaller creature. I guessed it was a young skunk. It was the first
time I had ever seen one.

While I moved to position myself for the next attack, I saw Melissa in a
white dress standing very still in a corner. Keeping my eyes on the skunk, I
raised my hand to her.

"Come here angel", I said.

She was scared stiff, but she managed to move to me.

Then it happened. For the one and only time, I felt like I communicated with
a skunk. By it's body language and the way it held the smaller creature, I
think it was trying to cut a deal.

"You leave, I leave" was the offer.

I could smell the stench of the rotting flesh of those poor dead girls.

"Fuck you!" I said.

The skunk dropped the little creature and I pushed Melissa off to the side.
It screamed at me like I had never heard before. I yelled back at it. It was
killing time.

Hard experience had taught us to wait for the skunk to attack. We had to
counter punch. The slightest cut from any of it's fingernails was lethal.

"Be still honey," I said to Melissa.

It lunged at me. Always they went for my throat. I spun off to my side, as I
had done so many time before, and let the force of the creature pass. They
always came back the same way, and I always killed them in the same way.

Straight through it's throat my razor sharp blade went. It was always shock
to them when they lost. I withdrew my blade and rammed it in again.

"Die you piece of shit!"

It fell to it's knees. With my boot, I pushed it down and pulled out my
blade. The little creature ran over to it and laid on its chest. I stabbed
it through the back of the neck.

In my pack I had a small can of a special fuel. Immediately after killing
one, they had to be burned. If they rotted, the damage to the environment
was almost as bad as if they had been shot.

I covered their corpses with fuel and set them on fire. They stunk as they
burned.

I picked up Melissa and carried her on my shoulders all the way back home.

"Why did you kill the little baby?" she asked.

"To save your little girl," I said.

The boy next door was the first to see me coming. He waited on the top of
his roof and looked around with the spy glass his dad had given him. He and
Shelia were best buddies. He watched for me, and she baked him cookies.

I put Melissa down so she could run to her mom. This time those tears ran
freely down her dad's face. I didn't have anything to say, so I went inside.
Shelia told everyone I was tired and I needed rest. She always talked to the
people. I never had anything to say.

I could her Melissa's mom crying and thanking Shelia.

Our kitchen was full of pies. Cherry pies, apple pies, peach pies. Shelia
baked pies when I was away.

She came into the kitchen and put her arms around me. Most times after a
hunt, we went straight to bed. She looked into my eyes searching for what I
wanted. Did I want to spank her, take a shower, tie her up, or chase her
around? She looked deeper and deeper into me until she realized this hunt
had been different. This time I needed her to hold me and help me forget
what I had just seen and smelled and done.

"I can't do this anymore,:" I said. "I don't have the reflexes. Look at the
way my hands are shaking..."

"I know, baby, I know."

"I'm finished. This was the last one, I'm done.."

"Hush," she said and gently kissed me.

The kid next door busted in and looked around.

I handed him my sword like I always did. Shelia pointed to a bag full of
cookies. He took my sword and the cookies and ran off.

Shelia held my hand and led me up the stairs. I was shaking. I could still
feel the wind on my chin where the skunk's claws had just missed. I could
see the faces of those dead girls. It was all running around in my head. I
was starting to lose my balance.

"Hey, Hey! Look at me. Your home. Everything is all right."

I focused my eyes into Shelia. All the bad thoughts went away. She had a
flower in her hair and she was smiling at me. She had been crying but her
face was dry now.

What in the world had I ever done to deserve this women.

"I love you," I said.

"I love your more."

She held me in arms and rocked me to sleep.

The next day Melissa's father came to our house and brought Shelia three
bags of gold coins. She politely argued with the man and told him that was
way too much. He insisted, so she finally accepted one bag and asked him to
keep the other two for later if we ever needed it. She stacked the bag of
gold in the empty bedroom along with all the other bags of coins.

For the next three days, I had Shelia all to myself. We talked and took long
walks. I didn't want to, but she made me tell her what I seen and done on
the last hunt. I don't know why she wanted to hear it. I didn't like to talk
about it, but I always me feel better afterwards.

One afternoon while we sitting by a pond, the setting sun caught her hair in
a certain way. The light reflected off the individual strands and I swear I
saw a small rainbow in her hair.

That night we had each other everyway we could. We made love, we danced, we
kissed, and we just plain fucked. Finally I was so exhausted, I could go no
more. I laid on my back and Shelia curled up next to me.

"I love you more," she said.

The next morning I was awaked by a loud knocking at the door. Shelia put on
her cotton night shirt and went down the stairs.

I could hear a women crying and pleading with Shelia.

"My man has given up hunting," I heard Shelia say. "He can't do it any
 more." But still the woman pleaded.

I rose from our bed. My fighting clothes and gear were neatly stacked in the
corner. The boy next door had sharpened my sword.

Before I went down stairs, I saw Melissa's photo on top of the dresser. Next
to the dresser was a large wooden maple chest. Shelia's mother had given it
to her. I opened the chest and placed Melissa's photo on top of the many
other pictures of all the young girls whose lives Shelia had saved.

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