“You’re ready. Turn around and trust to the whip. It will guide you”
Awkwardly, I turned. Almost immediately, the whip lightly kissed my ass. I flinched and the next kiss was harder. I took a step and walked towards the door. Once out of the door, a couple of taps on my left ass check and I veered to the right down the corridor. Ahead of me half a dozen painted zebras were urged on by half a dozen athletic young men. Most guided by whips but two, who must have chosen forfeiture, on a chain. At the end of the corridor, Trainer Dan drove me, like a zebra, into a room that was slowing filling with silent zebras. My trainer’s whip guided me to two spots on the floor. A couple of flicks between my legs and I had a foot in each spot, spreading my legs and exposing my sex. All the zebras had the same pose.
I stood and waited. If I turned my head, my trainer’s whip corrected me. The quiet shuffles from behind me was the only clue of more zebras still shuffling into the room. I stood and waited, exposed and shivering in both trepidation and anticipation. Butterflies did flips in my stomach. Finally, silence filled the room broken only by the occasional quiet tinkle of chains.
A tall well-dressed man with chiselled features and grey hair walked to the front of the room. As he faced us, his piecing blue eyes scanned the room. “Welcome, prey. As you can tell, you are the zebras. Congratulations on making it this far. That’s something to be proud of. So far you have earned $1,500 and there is so much more to earn. But as important, there is so much more for you to experience.”
He walked down between the lines of zebras, inspecting each one for a moment as he passed.
“For those unaware, this game is called The Hunt. But we like to think of it as The Abalone Hunt.” He paused in front of a statuesque zebra for a moment. “and you are the cunts.” He moved onto the next zebras and out of my line of vision. “Soon you will be released into the playing area.”
His voice moved around behind me. “One blast of the horn starts the game and two blasts of the horn ends it.” I willed myself not to look around as his voice walked up behind me. “Those that survive uncaptured to the end gain an extra reward and extra opportunities.” He walked past me staring at the bodies of the zebras lined up in front. “But first. You need to know the rules. Everyone, look down at your hands.”
Immediately, I dropped my gaze to my hands. The row of studs on the cuff glowed green.
He turned at the end of the row then doubled back between the next lines of girls, all the time inspecting the naked bodies. “Green means you are safe. You cannot be captured if you are green. Red…”
The cuff lights turned red.
“…means you are prey. If you are caught, then you are that hunter’s prize and the game continues, on their terms within the limits within the limits of your submitted kink profile, unless you end it with your safe word.” He stopped, hands on hips. “That is all. Trainers, get these cunts into the playing area.”
The whip snapped at my ass and I yelped through the gag and jumped forward along with a dozen other zebras. The room filed with the swish of whips and he muffled squeals of the girls. With deft flicks of the whip, my trainer guided me towards the door at the front of the room. Single file, he chased me down the small corridor and out into the sun. After being so long in the dark, I blinked in the brightness and when my eyes accustomed to the light, I saw we were being driven out over a wide concrete apron onto small grassy hill. The slap of dozens of bare feet on concrete turned into muffled thumps as we moved onto the grass. The blades of the well-maintained grass were soft and cool between my toes as I jogged in front of my trainer. Once I crested the hill, I saw a broad grassy park dotted with stands of trees. The earthy smell of the outside and the fresh grass filled my nostrils.
We jogged for several minutes as my trainer, with deft touches of his whip, directed me to run a zig-zag path. We moved as a group, all trainers keeping their zebras well controlled. After a few more turns and a few more minutes, the brushes of the whip ceased and I slowed to a halt, breathing heavily and awkwardly through the bit. Sweat beaded on my body from the exertion. Some of the girls doubled over as they fought to regain their breath.
My trainer ran the crop under my chin and lifted my head. All around, trainers used their crops to regain control of their panting zebras.
I stood up straight with my chest rising and falling heavily. He tugged at the straps at the back of my head and the bit came loose in my mouth. He stepped in front of me and held his fingers to his lips. Then he held out his hand, and like an obedient puppy I spat the bit into his hand and for the first time, I could breathe properly. Warning me again with his finger not to speak, he hooked the bit and bridle onto his belt, after which he unsecured my cuffs and remove the belt. The freedom of being able to breath and move my arms was divine. I stood revelling in my new freedom.
He leaned in close and whispered, “good luck, zebra. Do me proud.” I final caress of his finger ran down my shoulder down my side and to my ass. “And don’t forget to put up a good fight.”
He stepped back, tapped me lightly with the crop to turn me around. As soon as I turned, a line of fire spread stretched across my ass as my trainer yelled “muush.” Around me girls sprinted across the field and I joined them leaving our trainers far behind. The herd was released.
The girls stood half milling around in in confusion and the other half scanning the environment.
I twirled around searching for what could be our hunters only to find a familiar figure covered in spectacular black and white stripes.
“Holly!” I ran towards her. “Holly, you look amazing.”
“Jemma, quickly, we don’t have much time.”
“Time?”
“The bracelets,” she held hers up. “How they work.”
“Green means safe…”
“Red and green are the basics. If you’re going to last, you need to understand what makes them red.”
“They don’t explain all the rules?”
“They explain what matters to the hunters; the prey learns through experience. It makes the game gets harder as the inexperienced zebras get caught.”
“OK, explain it to me.” I reached out to her.
She shrank back. “Firstly, don’t touch another zebra. That’s the first rule.”
I pulled my hands back.
She leaned in, speaking with an urgency that make my heart race. “Don’t talk where the hunters can hear.”
“Right, how…”
“Next, stay with the herd. If you stray too far, then the bracelet turns red.”
“About the talking…”
“A little, when far away from the hunters. We’re playing zebras, remember?”
“Oh, how much…”
She rushed ahead, ignoring my question. “Next, don’t spend too long at the back of the herd. It’s the stragglers that get caught.”
“Holly, slow down, there’s too many…”
The single blast of a horn filled the air. The game was on.
I held up my wrists. Green.
Holly jerked her head in the direction of a small group of women that was forming up. “stick with the herd,” she whispered.
I followed Holly as she jogged towards the group. They carried themselves with the confidence of familiarity. Two of the other newcomers followed Holly and me. The remaining half a dozen striped women wandered the field on their own. One the, girl called Stacey, was busy trying to press herself into a bush to hide. She hid poorly unable obviously having trouble with the twigs and leaves scraping against her naked skin. Suddenly the wide expanse of soft grass made sense.
I leaned towards Holly, “what about…?”
She cut me off, “stick with the herd. That’s the most important thing.”
Holly and I jogged to catch up with the group of women. They turned at our approach and slowed to let us catch up. Once alongside them, they resumed their march. They walked at an easy pace making the occasional adjustment in direction to avoid getting too close to any of the stands of trees or bushes. We soon settled into an established routine, moving almost as one.
As we rounded a particularly large stand of trees, a jeep appeared on our left with half a dozen men in it. Most of them trainers, recognisable by their bare chests and lack of shoes. I reached out to Holly but pulled my hand back at the last second.
Remembering not to talk I hissed, to get her attention.
Holly turned to me and silently mouthed ‘I know’.
I scanned the other women in the herd to discover six of them sported red. Two newcomers in the herd who were leaning on each other and they walked and a number of girls some trailing behind the herd.
The trainers leapt down from the jeep and spread out. The main herd veered away from them and quickened in pace slightly. The girls training behind started to jog, some towards the herd, some away from the men and some back the way they had come from. The men spread out and increased their pace to close in on the herd. As they approached the familiar figures were somehow different. My pulse quickened and swallowed hard as I came to understand the significant of the difference. They had no whips but instead carried coils of rope draped across their shoulders. Our trainers were no more, we now faced hunters.
The line of men picked up their pace and my breaths came fast and shallow as the herd moved into a slow jog. The overpowering urge to run infected me and as I sped up, Holly hissed “stay with the herd.” Fighting the overwhelming need to run, I paced myself with the herd as it picked up speed. The line of men passed behind the herd, chasing the of stragglers. Squeals and the pounding of feet overwhelmed the sound of our heavy breathing as we jogged. I stole the occasional glimpse over my shoulder and the line of men weren’t hunting the stragglers. Instead the men drove the stragglers in front of them towards the herd, shepherding in those stragglers that tried to make a break to either the left or right.
The herd maintained its cohesion, increasing in speed slightly as the stragglers caught up breath rasping from the exertion. I marveled at the discipline of Holly and the other girls who maintained their brisk but sustainable pace. The group of girls ran together for another half minute before the men slowed, dropping back. A couple of the newer girls also slowed but were driven back amongst our ranks by the men. The stragglers didn’t slow again.
Running in as a group, the herd soon left our trainers behind and slowed to a walk. Around me women panted for breath as they recovered from the unexpected exertion.
“What was that about,” Stacey exclaimed.
“Keep your voice down.” A statuesque Zebra, Jenny, one of the most experienced in the group, turned to the herd, and addressed the newcomers. “There’s always an attempt to form the herd at the start of the hunt.”
“What do you mean?” asked a diminutive Zebra, Emily, another of the newcomers.
“The hunt has rules designed to make it a challenge. If it was just a whole lot of women running all over the place, then it would have no challenge.”
“Doesn’t sticking together just make it easier for them to find us?”
“They will find us anyway.” Jenny held up her cuff with its green lights. “This is where the protection is.”
Holly cut in. “If you get separated from the herd, the colour changes.”
The new girls and myself looked on silently.
“And the zebras at the back of the herd also turn red.”
“Well, I’m not staying at the back,” Stacey said and she pushed herself to the front, turning a couple of zebras red as she pushed past them.
Jenny faced Stacey down. “Everyone takes their turn at the back.”
“Not likely!”
“The herd is the only place you are safe, if you don’t play by our rules, you don’t get our protection.”
Stacey bristled for a moment pulling herself up to her full height. Jenny stood her ground unflinching.
The newer girl then breathed out her shoulders slumping. “How can we trust you.”
“You can’t, if we get pursued then it’s every zebra for herself, that’s the rules. At least in the herd, you have a chance.”
The women stared each other down.
Stacey placed her hands on her hips. “Well, they won’t take me without a fight.”
“Good, that’s what they want. There’s a reward for the best catch so make them work for it.”
“Come on, we need to keep moving.” She fixed Stacey with a final stare before she turned away. “Remember, everyone takes a turn at the back.”
We kept moving around the area, one of the more experienced zebras leading, keeping the herd away from the stands of trees the whole time. The pace slowed to a crawl, and with the sun warming our bodies and the feel of the soft grass between our feet, many of the girls relaxed considerably - some even taking time to have quiet conversations.
This lasted perhaps half an hour after which another group of men crested a hill a short distance away. Trainers and two men wearing running clothes and, more significantly, shoes. They observed the herd through binoculars.
“What are they doing?” I whispered to Holly.
“Choosing.”
“Choosing what?”
“Us. Remember the forms you filled in. They know what each of us will allow. They’re choosing their prey.”
My skin ran cold, I had never experienced being hunted before. I shivered.
“Don’t worry. Stick with the herd. The first hunts are usually after the more experienced girls.”
I relaxed slightly then glanced at Holly’s clenched jaw. She was more at risk than me.
We walked past the men, leaving them behind us. Silently, the disappeared over the hill soon after followed by the sound of a jeep. Within a minute, they crested a hill to the left and slightly ahead of us. Jenny, who was leading the herd, altered course away from the group.
Without warning the group of men started running down the hill, gradually picking up the pace as they ran in silence towards us. The herd surged into a run, some of the newer girls scattering in different directions squealing. One of the men peeled off and pursued one of the girls that had separated, two trainers following close behind. The other man followed by the rest of the trainers bore down on the main herd, arms pumping as they sprinted.
Panic welled up inside and my heart raced. It took all my willpower to stay with the group as the instinct to flee threatened to overwhelm me. He strategy was simple, he was fresh and we had already been chased earlier and weren’t follow recovered. Also, as we fled running in the opposite direction, we were headed straight towards a stand of trees. The majority of the herd broke left but Holly, myself and two others broke right. Out of the corner of my eye, green flashes turned to red.
My stomach leapt into my throat.
The small group reduced further when, Emily, broke right away from the trees and into the clear. Just three of us remained, Holly running out front and two of us new zebras following in behind. My lungs burned and my legs ached as my body protested at the sustained exertion. Just at the point of exhaustion, the relentless thud of heavy footfalls and the rasp of heavy breathing re-energized me. With the extra spurt of speed, I gained on Holly and to avoid her rapid pumping arms and legs, I veered right. The sounds followed. I was prey, separated from the herd with a predator at my back. Every sense was alive as I forced myself beyond.
I hand brushed my arm, then grabbed. Twisting my body and with a rapid jerk, I pulled myself free. The end was near. I swung my head, left and right searching for an escape. To the right was open empty space and certain capture. To the left, Holly and the other new girl ran parallel to the line of trees.
Only one option remained, I broke hard to the left. At the moment of the turn, two arms and a hard chest collided crashed into my back. put off by the sudden change in direction. I stumbled and pitched forward, running frantically to maintain my balance. Upright was freedom, if I fell, it was all over. My breaths were nothing but harsh gasps through a dry throat, arms and legs made of lead. My body screamed enough but determination strong. With a final drive, I ran, re-joining the group of two zebras passing behind the trailing newcomer and around the far side. The relentless pounding of feet turned into a grunt, a shriek and the slap of skin on skin. I ran clear and the sounds and sense of pursuit ceased only to be replaced by shrieking and struggle.
After a few dozen more strides, I risked a look around. There were no pursuers. Behind, the screaming zebra struggled with the hunter. Brought to the ground, she pushed up off the ground only to be brought down again as the hunter grabbed her leg. Then he leapt was on her. She twisted and kicked with her legs as she struggled for her freedom. She was finished, the trainers had caught up and waited near the hunter. With one knee on her back, he pinned her to the ground and grabbed her hands pinned them together.
“Tie them off.” his voice carried clearly.
One of the trainers moved forward and expertly looped the rope around her wrists trapping her hands together in front of her. After a few seconds the top was tied off, the trainer holding the free end. Even if she managed to rise there was no escape. She continued to struggle and sweat poured off the hunter as he fought to get her under control. He was beginning tire as well and I wondered if I was going to observe a stalemate.
The trainer holding the rope brought an end to it. “Roll her onto the rope, Sir.”
The hunter grabbed, his prize, pushed her hands against her stomach and rolled her over. Face down, she bucked and twisted but that simply created an opening for the trainer to slip the end of the rope under her body and pull it tight, trapping her arms against her stomach.
The hunter stood up panting furiously. He glanced at our direction then refocused on his prize. He lined up then leapt at her, grabbing her legs and pinning them together as a trainer quickly slipped a noose over her ankles. With a quick movement, he slipped the end of the rope under the rope around her waist and pulled her feet against her ass. Her only resistance was her shrieking.
As a final indignity, he handed a red ball-gag to the hunter who pressed it against her mouth. She pressed her lips tight. He held the ball-gag in place with one hand as he pinched her nose with the other finally forcing it in as she gasped for breath. Once tied off he stood up, admired his prize and kneeled next to her running his fingers along her body, exploring.
“Time for a photo, Sir.” One of the trainers pulled out a large professional camera and lined it up. The hunter posed, firstly kneeling behind her then lifting her by the shoulders and presenting her gagged face to the camera. Finally, he rolled her on her side as the trainer took yet more photos.
Satisfied, the trainers took over unhooking her the rope that pulled her legs back, allowing her legs to straighten. A final rope was looped between her bound ankles and wrists, and once completed, her wrists were released from her belly and the loop pulled tight bringing her bound ankles to her wrists. While this was going on, trainer brought up a pole that they threaded in between her ankles and wrist. A trainer took up position at each end of the pole and lifted her. Unsupported, her head hung down and for a moment, we locked eyes.
My heart hammered away and my hands shook reflecting the kaleidoscope of emotion surged through me. Horror of watching her get thrust up like an animal knowing that had I not been quicker, it would have been me, tied, trussed and gagged hanging from a pole. Guilt from that final look knowing that I had sacrificed her to save myself. Exhaustion from the tremendous exertion and the fear from the chase itself. Then the final emotion that came from nowhere and took me by surprise. Elation, pure elation at the thrill of the chase and evading capture. Elation, relief, guilt, horror, raced around inside like a tornado. In that one moment I understood Holly’s addiction to the hunt. I was light headed and euphoric, more alive than I could ever remember.
“It was a good catch,” said a calm Holly.
I stared, rooted to the spot as the naked bound body swung beneath the pole. The caught girl heading off to whatever fate her hunter had lined up for her. “Oh?”
“She didn’t bail out. She fought hard and she never used the safe word. She should be proud.”
“Oh.” Surprised as I was, Holly made sense.
“I hope you fight like that when you’re caught.” She slapped me on the shoulder and jogged towards the distant herd.
Trepidation crashed on top of the emotional turmoil racing round inside. With a final glance at the diminishing figures, I jogged after Holly, back to the safety of the herd.
When we returned, we found the members of the herd observing a different spectacle, a zebra wrapped in a blanket walking off between two khaki clad women.
“She quit out?” Holly asked, her disgust evident.
“Yep,” Jenny replied. “lasted about a minute, then quit out. They’ve just finished up with the aftercare.”
“Phffft! What a waste,” Holly replied.
Jenny turned to Holly. “What about you. You’ve lost a zebra?”
“Caught. Put up a great fight. Got carried off, bound, gagged and slung under a pole.”
“A new girl too?” Jenny’s eyebrows shot up. “Impressive.”
A couple of the returning zebras nodded their appreciation. For the rest of us, the newcomers, the message wasn’t lost. There was no respect in quitting.
Led by the experienced zebras, the herd wandered away from the stand of tree and closer to the hill, before it slowed and zebras started to sit on the grass. Some of the girls quietly talked between themselves, some stared around, nervous and alert, and some, particularly the more experienced girls, lay back and rested. I sat near Holly who lay out on her back ankles crossed and arms out. One by one the talking girls feel quiet. Across the hill, almost at the edge of hearing, drifted the quiet moans of a young woman in the throes of passion. All of us strained to hear and, over time, the moans became louder and louder until her grunt and moans were clear.
Stacey sniggered. “What a slut,” she said.
Jenny and Holly flashed a look at each other, their faces hardening as if an unspoken message had passed between them.
We rested as the moans rose and fell in volume, stopped, restarted, changed to rapid grunts then back to into moans.
“Holly, what is happening?” I whispered.
“His prize is getting fucked,” she said. “Enjoy it.”
“Enjoy it?”
“Sure. While she’s getting fucked, we aren’t getting chased.” she tipped onto her side. “Also, the first captures get most heavily gang fucked.” She lay back down on her back. “Rest, Jemma, I reckon they aren’t even half done yet.”
I sat in silence, aware how close that had been to me. The stakes in the game had just increased. Don’t get caught early.
Eventually the moans reached a crescendo then fell silent. At that point, Jenny and Holly stood. We were back in the game and within a few minutes, and group of men reappeared on the line of hills, binoculars out. This time a chill ran up my spine. I became convinced the binoculars spent most of their time focused in my direction.
I moved up alongside Holly. “They’re looking at me,” I whispered.
“Whatever you did to avoid capture, it must have impressed.” She gave a short laugh. “Welcome to the game, Jemma.”
The warm glow of pride surged through me. I was desirable. Then the pride was replaced by fear, if I was desirable, then I could be next.
Over the course of the next hour, the hunters and the herd played cat and mouse. They would approach and the herd will pick up speed, never managing to stop. It wasn’t hard to work out what the plan was, we had a stand of trees to our back, an impenetrable barrier in our bare feet. The grass was soft and luxurious but I didn’t fancy having to run through the fallen sticks and bark of the small stand of trees. Holly for her part, stayed near the front of the herd and as was my custom, I stayed nearby. A number of zebras had drifted close to the small copse, testing the ground and checking for means of escape while the more experienced zebras watched idly.
To me it looked like they had the right idea and I assumed that all the older zebra knew the path. I took a step towards the trees and only barely heard Holly take a sharp intake of breath. I turned and locked eyes and with the smallest of movements, she shook her head. Puzzled, I watched as the girls, took tender careful steps into the trees, treading slowly and deliberately as they experimented on the rough ground. Every now and again, a girl would yelp and lift her bare foot as a twig or stick dug into the sole of her feet. It looked like slow painful going but if the men rushed us, they had a good head start - one I’d never catch up on.
By now, the new girl, Emily, was almost out of sight, her black and white stripes making her almost disappear in the shadows cast by the trees. If the men chased us now, she was almost guaranteed to get away. As she explored, the wrist bands for the remaining zebras turned red one by one. For once, no one seemed to mind.
A shriek split the air and the girls under the trees suddenly turned and ran, half running, half hopping as they rushed back towards the main group. At first, I imagined that a group of men would appear behind them but instead, they a flash or orange and black flashed through the trees. The zebras broke clear of the trees, some clearly limping from the debris underfoot. Fast in behind, a tall athletic woman, covered in bright orange and black stripes sprinted after the group. Like us, she was naked but unlike the zebras, she moved with blinding speed through the trees, soon catching up to one of the zebras, a dark-skinned girl named Tina. The striped woman grabbed her arm and swung her around throwing her to the ground. Tina struggled half to her feet as the tiger leapt on her back. With a massive heave, Tina shrugged her off and broke clear into the grass, sprinting back towards the main herd. The tiger rolled upright and turned only to find Emily still struggling to get out of the woods. Trapped between the rough ground in the woods and the pursuing tiger, Emily broke right and tried to run along the edge of the wood to freedom but she was no match for the tiger. With a growl, the huntress tackled Emily and brought her to the ground. Stuck under the tiger, Emily writhed and twisted but was no match for the more experienced girl who pinned her down.
I threw a quick nervous glance over my shoulder at the men but they all lay back relaxed, enjoying the show. Uncertain, I sidled closer to Holly for protection even as I watched the extraordinary sight in front of me. The zebra, Emily, struggled hard but was clearly outmatched by the more experienced tiger. Emily’s shrieks became grunts then turned into gasps as she bucked and writhed under the other woman. Within a couple of minutes, Emily was pinned to the ground on her back, legs spread for leverage, while the tiger straddled her, working to restrain Emily hands. The tiger went in for the end game, quickly repositioning her hand, aiming between Emily’s spread legs, fingers probing for the exposed pussy. Emily shrieked and crossed her legs, arms reaching down giving the tiger the opening that she had been looking for as she repositioned, her pussy over Emily’s face. She bore down, grinding her cunt down hard onto Emily’s face, muffling the poor girl’s cries. She held it for a couple of seconds, then as suddenly as the fight had begun, it was over, and the tiger swung her legs over Emily, stepped up and with a single glance at the group of Zebras, ran back into the trees.
Emily rolled over, coughed once and pushed herself upright standing unsteadily and looking around nervously. Unsettled and uncertain, she glanced at the trees, then at the herd before turning to stare at the men who by now were standing. Finally, she glanced down only to see that her wristband was green, not a steady green but flashing manically. Confused she turned towards the herd and looked straight at me, her brown eyes wide with fear. I’d never seen anyone look so alone.
By now the trainers were forming a line and walking towards her. She ran towards the herd by Jenny and Holly caught her and pushed her away. Unable to escape through the herd, and not willing to enter the trees, Emily turned and sprinted in the opposite direction, making a break along the treeline. She had no chance.
Within a few seconds, the trainers had her hemmed in. She tried to run through them but one of the men tackled her with a second grabbing her by the arm. The hunters watched as the trainers surrounded and restrained her. It seemed to me that being caught by a tiger lowered our value as prey because the hunters sat back leaving the show to the trainers. There was none of the paraphernalia I’d seen with the first capture. No ropes, no gags. Just Emily overpowered by half a dozen trainers who forced her to her knees. One of the trainers grabbed Emily’s hair and pulled her head back hard, as another trainer thrust his cock into her mouth. With one trainer controlling her head, the other thrust his cock deep into her throat as Emily gagged and gurgled. He released for a moment and Emily coughed, a large glob of spit dribbling down her chin as she sucked in a gasp of air before the cock was pushed back inside and her head pressed forcing it deep. This brutal routine repeated for a couple of minutes until the trainer grunted and thrust his hips forward forcing his cock deep into her throat as he groaned in ecstasy. When her released, spit and cum dribbled down Emily’s chin onto her tits as the hunters took photos. The trainer holding her hair, turned her to face the cameras as the cum dribbled and he heaved for breath. Then it was the next trainer’s turn.
In all six trainers face fucked Emily in front of us as she was photographed and videoed as one my one the trainers came in her mouth, or on her face and in her hair. By the time they had finished, Emily’s face and tits were covered in patches of sticky white cum. A line of it stretched down her chin ending in a long droplet that swung as her head moved. Out of breath and exhausted by the ordeal, she was totally exposed as the hunters videoed her and snapped photos. Eventually when she realized what was going on and tried to turn, one of the trainers, grabbed her hair and presented her face to the photographers. Emily didn’t have the strength to resist and knelt, panting as they went around their business.
The lesson to the rest of us was clear. If you were going to get caught, better by the hunters than any of the women. The stakes had just increased. I glanced around the remaining herd. The newer members watched with mouths open while the more experienced took the time to relax. Holly and Jenny weren’t watching however, their eyes were focused on Stacey who watched with a scowl on her face.
I moved with the herd, always keeping a watchful eye on the line of hills and the ever-present men staring down at us. Unlike us, they were relaxed, sometimes eating and often laughing. Over time, I began to make out the figures. Apart from the trainers, there were six hunters, three lean older gentlemen with grey hair and three younger men. It was one of the younger men that game me goose bumps. Not only was he lean and handsome, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, but he also seemed to take an interest me. Of all men, his binoculars seemed to spend more of their time pointed in my direction. I was desirable meat.
About mid-morning the men made a move coming down into the playing field. The size our range reduced considerably with the men down on the flat. We tracked a narrow path caught between the men and the woods, something I now treated with much greater respect having seen the results of the tigers within. As a herd, we needed to continue moving to keep the bracelets green. The men took advantage of this and split up, some staying in the middle and a small group moving to block our path of escape. With only a narrow opening between the small cluster of men blocking our way and the woods containing their dangerous tigers, we knew we were in for a chase. No one wanted to be at the back and the herd sped up on its own as zebras jostled to move away from the back. As the pace increased and the proximity to the men grew, my heart beat faster and so did my pace. Within a few seconds, jostling and jogging turned into a full run and then a sprint as the zebras stampeded. Stacey rushed by me pushing me out of the way, her bracelet and my own turning red. I slowed not wanting to approach the men as an available target but the herd thundered on. Suddenly, I was exposed, available, and trailing the herd but a good fifteen metres. I lowered my head and increased my speed to catch up.
When I looked up, my eyes widened as I recognised the man with the binoculars moving in to block my path. My heart fluttered and my head spun with the exertion and shock as I realised the danger I was in. My bracelets remained stubbornly red as I trailed the herd. He moved in, arms out and quickened my pace. We made contact and his hands wrapped around my wrists. I dodged, shaking my arms and breaking free but running away from the herd and out into the open field. The man soon recovered and swung around in pursuit. Two more sprinting men closed in from the left and another from the right. My legs were on fire as my lungs burned and my heart hammered away. Already puffed from the stampede, I was no match for the men closing in. I switched directions again out of desperation and dodged another set of grasping hands but I was out of room and with the men closing in and my body fatiguing fast, it was only a matter of time.
Suddenly, there was a flash of black and white that crossed just behind me. Holly made a dash and provided a distraction, passing so close to me, the wind of her passage caressed my body. With two of us, the attention of the men was momentarily divided and we opened up the gap. The victory was short lived as the fit and still better rested men had more stamina. Now it was both Holly and I running for our freedom. The thunder of footprints closed in relentlessly behind us.
“Run,” Holly panted, “and don’t look back.”
With that, she dodged behind me passing over to the other side in a feint then changed direction again. I ran, blood surging in my ears as I lowered my head to open up the distance. When I raised my head, the world seemed different. Quieter. No pounding of feet, no rasping of breath. I stole a glance over my shoulder and no one was there. About thirty metres behind was a cluster of men, surrounding a blur of black and white.
Holly!!!
She shook them off and stood, making a break for it. She took two steps and one of the men grappled her to the ground. She shook him off and stood again. I took a step towards her and our eyes met. Every ounce of my being screamed to help her but that look said it all. Stay back and with that, she stopped fighting and immediately was thrown to the ground. Her captors grabbed her wrists and pulled them tightly behind her back even as she stared at me. I stood still, sick that she had been caught but relieved still to be free. Guilt and sorrow and relief flowed through me in equal measure. By now, the men had lifted her to her feet, her arms still tied behind her. Bent over at the waist, her face up her eyes stared at me warning me to stay away.
One of the men, pulled down his pants, withdrawing his erect cock and lined up behind Holly. Her body shook and her tits jiggled as he rammed into her, her eyes fluttering closed and a small wince crossing her face. I stared transfixed as my friend was fucked from behind. He reached forward and grabbed her hair, wrapping the dark strands his hand, before pulling her head back. Still she watched me, warning me away, the whites of her eyes showing as her head was pulled to the side.
The man fucking her tightened his grip on her hair and turned her face towards me as a challenge as he continued to thrust. Both his and Holly’s eyes locked on my own. His movements back more urgent and Holly’s knees started to buckle under the onslaught. She sunk to her knees and he followed, ramming her with his cock as she fell. She landed on the soft grass, cheek first and her body continuing to shake as he fucked her mercilessly. He grunted and thrust, holding his hips forward, all the time staring at me. Holly’s eyes closed once and reopened as he groaned, filling her with his cum.
The other men cheered and lifted her to her knees. One of them grabbed her hair from behind and forced her mouth towards the cock of the man who had just fucked her. He angled her head and forced it over the cock and once it was in her mouth pushed her head hard so she completely swallowed the cock that had just been in her pussy. She threw a final defiant glance in my direction then turned her full attention to the task in front of her, her head bobbing enthusiastically as she sucked him off. It was a revelation seeing Holly like this. I knew she liked her men but I’d never realised what a committed cocksucker she was. He then grabbed her head and pulled her in tight, tears welling up in those eyes now staring into face of the man deep throating her.
I watched in silence as another man fucked her from behind before two more men grabbed her hair and throat fucked my friend taking turns for force their cocks down her throat. The gurgling sound of her gagging carrying clearly over the field followed by a choke and a cough as the first man shot his load of semen into Holly’s mouth. On her knees, she coughed again as the cock withdrew and a large dribble of cum flowed down her chin. But the time the second then the third man had throat-fucked her, her chin was a glazed mess of cum and drool. Once finished, they dropped her to the ground, hogtied her and photographed her cum covered face. The last thing I remember was Holly’s eyes opening again and her tiny, tired smile transfixing me as the cameras clicked around her.
Fire suddenly exploded in my pussy. I’d never realized what a slut Holly was and seeing her enjoy the rough fucking tore into my world. My mentor was gone and I was on my own but she’d given me the best lesson of all. I so wanted to be fucked at that moment.
The next few hours were quiet for us as the hunters turned their attention elsewhere. A group of trainers followed an older, well of man into the woods. The determination in their stride left no doubt, they were off to hunt tigresses. With Holly gone, I naturally started to hang closer to Jenny. It seemed like Holly and Jenny had some sort of a shared bond. I wondered what the background to that was but was too scared to ask. We waited and for the first time, the old hands like Jenny and Kelly appeared to relax. Jenny even lay on the ground and stretched out. Tina, the dark sinned beauty, who was also new hung around as well. I was in two minds about her joining in but Jenny and Kelly didn’t seem to mind so Tina stayed.
After about half an hour, shouting emanated from within the wood. Closer and closer to the edge the noises came and it was soon clear that the line of trainers was flushing out their quarry. It was only after we could see some of the trainers at the edge of the wood that the action started as a flash of orange and black raced out of the woods into the fields, a streak of red hair flying in the wind as she sprinted. A line of men sprinted hard behind her to catch up. As she raced across the field, the men started to gain on her, forcing her to veer right as she ran. It became obvious what was happening as the men started to shepherd her back around towards the older gentleman who stood waiting for the chance to make his capture.
Simone, the tigress didn’t miss a beat, she turned in and raced directly towards her would-be captor. He stood his ground but crouched and narrowed his eyes, readying himself for the catch. She raced in the final metres then at the last second side stepped and his arms closed around one arm ineffectually and he bounced off her and onto the ground. She sped off into the woods leaving the man spluttering and cursing as he stood up.
“That bitch. That bitch got away,” he yelled. “Get in there and flush her out again.”
The line of men jogged into the stand of trees on the far side of the playing area.
Jenny propped herself up on her arm and whistled with appreciation. “That cunt sure knows how to handle herself,” she said.
“The tigress?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“They scare me,” I said. “After what happened to Emily.”
Jenny’s face cracked into a grin. “It’s great to play the predators. You get to chase game like us.”
“You were a tigress?”
“Yep,” she said. “Last time out and the time before that.” Her blue eyes locked onto mine. “But they make sure that the same cunts don’t always get to play the tigress.” She leaned back. “…so here I am.”
She laid back so relaxed, so utterly sure of herself it was infectious that I lost a sense of where I was.
“How long have you been doing this?” I asked.
“Dunno, maybe fifteen times.”
“And you keep coming back?”
“Fuck yeah,” Jenny laughed. “The hunters are generally alright and the trainers are all buffed and fit. The money is good too, especially if you win.” She paused. “Mainly, is the buzz. There’s a real buzz through all this. Everything is trip. There’s real excitement with consequences, real consequences - if you’re caught.” She lifted her head and her pale blue eyes locked on mine, “…and you will get caught. But it’s the buzz. Here, you’re the ultimate object of desire. They went for you early too, we saw someone out there likes what they see.”
My gut twisted, I’d considered myself an outside shot at getting to the end but hearing Jenny’s words brought home a reality that hit me hard. Fear competed with something different, a rising heat my face and between my legs. The excitement of being desired.
Jenny casually reached over and flicked my nipple. “You like it too.”
“I’m afraid,” I replied, starting at my suddenly red bracelet before looking around.
“Good, fear will make you a worthwhile catch.”
“What’s the best way to get through this. Is there any secret.”
Jenny threw her head back and laughed, a noise that carried across the field. All the zebras stared, eyes wide open.
She rolled over, and whispered in my ear, “the secret? Give it one hundred percent. When they chase you, run. When they catch you, fight. And, when they fuck you, fuck them back like a crazy whore.”
She fell silent.
More rustling and cracking emanated from the woods, followed by whooping and hollering. Jenny pushed herself to her feet and I followed. In a few seconds I stood in the middle of an alert, nervous herd. I stole a glance at Jenny and her eyes twinkled and I swore she was trying to hide a smile. She had the experience to gauge the situation but for me, it was simply the fear of confusion. When it came time to run, I had a choice. Follow Jenny and benefit from her experience or follow Jenny and risk becoming her decoy.
I glanced into the woods trying to make sense of the noises, all the while m ears straining for the sound of the herd moving. I didn’t want to be left expose. The members of the herd started to move about trying to find positions where they could observe the edge of the woods while keeping other members of the herd in sight. No one wanted to be last in line. I glanced behind me to see Stacey standing right behind me, using me as a shield. There’s one bitch who would use me as a decoy.
The flash of orange hair followed by brilliant orange and black body paint burst from the woods, closely followed by the shouting of excited male voices. The moment that Simone caught sight of the herd, she changed direction sharply and sprinted straight towards us, arms and shapely legs pumping, tits jiggling. She was certainly a worthy prize and I could see what the men got out of this.
The effect on the herd was immediate, we scattered. Jenny took off, running perpendicular to the edge of the woods with myself in hot pursuit. Another set of footprints followed and I twisted my head to see Stacey’s strained face following behind. Meanwhile, the rest of the herd had turned and run away from the racing tigress and she’d caught up with them. A blaze of orange in amongst the black and white. She weaved in amongst the zebras with the hunter and trainers following dodging and crashing into zebras.
Simone was one fit bitch keeping the pace going as she dodged and weaved through the sprinting herd. The whole mass of hunters and prey heading towards a second stand of trees, Simone’s salvation. When the herd hit the edge of the trees, they slowed and broke up in the rough ground, some even getting knocked over by the pursuing hunters. Meanwhile Simone raced ahead and disappeared.
The hunter, who had fallen back, yelled a single word, “fuck.” Then he refocused and without slowing barrelled into a confused zebra, knocking her over with a shriek.
The trainers turned and ran towards the noise.
“I got this,” the hunter yelled. “I fucking got this.” He growled as he fought with the struggling zebra.
The two of them wrestled and twisted, the zebra trying to break free while the hunter worked to get on top of her.
“Come on cunt, fight,” he yelled. “I’m not going to be easy on you, bitch.”
The zebra redoubled her efforts, shrugging him off. She sprung up to escape but his hand caught her ankle and she fell forward. This lunged forward getting his body on top of hers and his arms wrapped tightly around her, one over her shoulder and the other under her arm. The trainers gathering in a circle around the pair, watching intently but keeping their distance.
Satisfied, he’d caught her fair and square, he called out. “Tie this bitch up.”
The circle of trainers converged as one on the two. After a moment, the hunter stood up leaving the trainers to secure the zebra. Clearly the zebra wasn’t his intended prize because he eyes never left the woods.
“Hey, slut. You know you’re just making it harder on yourself don’t you,” he shouted at the woods all the while ignoring the struggling zebra.
A streak of orange appeared at the edge of the woods. Simone, keeping an eye out on her pursuers.
“Fuck, she’s got guts,” Jenny muttered under her breath. The look upon her face was one of pure admiration.
The hunter walked back and forth as the trainers continued to secure his prey. He turned and talked briefly with the trainers. One of them nodded and they want back to work on the black and white shape amongst them.
The hunter turned back to the wood. “You happy, bitch?” he shouted. “You want to see what you have coming.”
The trainers stepped back from their quarry, and the poor girl was a mass of ropes and cuffs, on her knees. The hunter unzipped his pants and grabbed the poor girl by the hair and, never taking his eyes off the woods, he slipped his cock into her mouth. Then tightening his grip on her hair, puled her head forward until he was balls deep, her mouth distorted. She choked and gagged and struggled managing little more than a desperate wiggle. The struggling became more urgent and the wet sloppy choking carried clearly across the field. He released her and a big trail of spit followed his cock as it slipped free. He gave a momentary respite then slammed back in filling her mouth. Tears ran down her cheeks as she suffered under the assault. He gave her one more opportunity to breath then slammed himself home again trusting his hips until he groaned and came deep in her mouth. When he withdrew he held her head back.
“Swallow, cunt. Swallow fucking everything,” he shouted.
Half coughing, half panting, the girl caught her breath for a moment and gave a swallow.
The hunter still held her hair of the bound, panting woman in one hand as he turned towards the woods. “I fucking told you you’d see what’s coming to you.”
Then he turned to one of the trainers who unzipped, a massive cock springing free. The kneeling gave a single groan before her mouth was stuffed for a second time. The trainer lasted longer than the hunter and the girl’s zebra makeup was smudged and ruined long before he’d finished.
Simone, the tigress, watched as trainer after trainer face fucked the captured zebra. As the rest of the herd quietly reformed watching the whole spectacle.
“Shit, that hunter really has it in for Simone,” I muttered.
Jenny, who was standing next to me leaned in, “yeah, that’s one guy who knows how to make promises to his wife.”
The hunt settled into a routine. A burst of fear and adrenaline followed by a period of relative quiet as the trainers slung each capture under a pole and carried her off the field like meat. Wirth the trainers now finished with Astrid, we all watched as they tied her wrists and ankles together and threaded a long pole between the bindings. Then, two hunters hoisted the pole into their shoulders with Astrid slung underneath, like a prize, they carried her off the field, her game finished. She swung languidly back and forth as they walked. Exhausted, her head rolled back and she looked back at us, her face a slick, slimy mess of smeared zebra paint and cum. A chill ran over my body as I considered the dwindling odds. When would it be my turn and how would my game end.
After each capture came a brief period for the surviving herd to relax. I sat in the grass, next to a Zebra called Lauren. A bottle blonde with the roots showing she had a lean figure with large breasts and fair skin underneath her zebra paint that spoke of someone who spent a lot of time indoors. She lay back on the ground while I sat with my back to the sun enjoying the kiss of the warm breeze across my skin.
“What you here for?” Lauren drawled, her sweet, lilting accent. I placed her from the deep south.
“My friend introduced me. Said it would be fun.”
Lauren snorted. “Is it fun?”
“Exhilarating,” I replied. “The rush of getting clear is amazing.” I stared at the lush green grass and took a deep breath of its delicious fresh fragrance. “Sort of fun but in a terrifying way. A bit like the roller coaster you weren’t too sure about.”
“They rides still on, honey and you ain’t seen all the curves yet.”
“Oh?”
“You’re new, right?” she asked.
“Yeah. First time.”
“It’s rare for a first timer to make it through.” She lay back in the soft grass, the grease blades contrasting against the black and white of her stripes. “I hope for your sake you know how to take a cock.”
I plugged out my chest. “I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends.”
“You done them all at once?”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Have you every taken multiple cocks. Been in an orgy or the meat in a threesome?”
I swallowed. “No.”
“Girl, you’re a fucking virgin.” She laughed and other zebras glanced in our direction.
I kept my voice low. “You don’t think I can make it.”
“It’s nothing personal, sugar. I just never seen it happen. My first time out, I got tied to a whipping stool. Got my ass good and tanned. Had stripes for weeks. Then they fucked my up the ass, my face a mess of tears from the whipping I got.”
“That’s awful.”
“Hey, part of the game. I could have bailed out but then I’d lose all this.” She gestured around.
“Lose what?”
“This. The game.” She continued, “you just wait til the cash comes in. You can tan my ass, honey, if you pay like these guys do.”
“You make it sound so mercenary.”
“We’re whores, sugar. Pure and simple. Fucking whores. But at least out here there are rules. The fucking is harder but the protection is better.” She snorted again. “And so’s the pay.”
Some of the other girls giggled. I fell silent.
Lauren lowered her voice. “Hey, I’ve been there. I grew up in a trailer park. We had nothing so I traded this pussy for cash and sometimes less. You’re way better off selling yourself here.”
I looked down and picked at a few strands of grass. I let the shredded green leaves fall through my fingers.
“Trust me,” she said. “I know. Between whoring, doing porn or being here, I’d pick this every time.”
“You’ve done porn?” I asked.
“Ha. I managed to stay away from that,” she chuckled and turned her head, face up to the sky. “Not sure I’d have the guts to do it anyways.” Then she sat up, clapped me on the back and in a loud voice said, “welcome to the first day in the job, whore.”
Some of the girls sniggered. Stacey sniggered. I looked around and my eyes met Jenny’s. She gave a small nod and smiled. I sat on quiet contemplation.
“Hey, Jemma.”
I turned to the voice. It was Jenny.
“Don’t forget, you’re no ordinary whore,” Jenny said.
A few of the zebras laughed and I smiled back at her.
The blare of a horn carried across the field. My smile faded even as Jenny’s body stiffened and Lauren sat up. I turned my head checking the area but the field remained empty. After a short delay, a couple crested a hill to my right. The man was dressed as the familiar garb of the trainers, black slacks and bare chested. But this man was no trainer being slightly older, with flecks of grey in his dark hair. Even so, his arms were thick and his hairy chest buffed showing his commitment to working out. He was ready for the chase. But it was the woman who stood out most of all. Tall, lean and blonde with her hair done up in exquisite plaits, she wore a red pencil dress with one strapless shoulder and a frill around her hips, something more suitable for a cocktail party than a grassy field. The only concession the woman made to the outdoors was the pumps she wore. The sight was so unexpected, all eyes fell on her.
Trailing behind the couple, a cluster of six trainers shadowed the couple. The whole group was far enough away that the members of the herd, though alert, didn’t bolt.
The couple stopped at the top of the hill and the six hunters surrounding them fanned out giving the couple a clear view of the herd. The woman gestured at the herd as she talked to her partner. He nodded and his gaze followed her waving hands. Next, she turned and said something to one of the trainers who quickly and expertly, set up a pair of binoculars on a tripod in front of her. She leaned in and, using the binoculars, scanned the herd, checking each member of the herd out in turn, pausing for a few moments on each one as she did so.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
Lauren gave a little smirk. “You’ll find out. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise for you.”
I looked around and caught Jenny’s eye. She mouthed something. I’d need to wait until I was near her.
The woman in red continued her inspection of the herd. I was glad to be seated as the binoculars made me more conscious of my nakedness. I didn’t want to move, not while the binoculars were there. Every now and again the woman in red would step back from the binoculars and say something to one of the trainers. Sometimes the trainer would reply and at other times, he just nodded and made notes on a clipboard. Once or twice, she indicated to her partner who would look through the binoculars, step back and nod.
With a quick word from the woman, two trainers trotted down the hill. They slowed as the members of the herd rose and stopped far enough away not to spook us into running. The members of the herd started to mill around, which was presumably their intention. Meanwhile, the woman’s scrutiny of the herd continued, tracking the members of the herd with the binoculars as we moved jostled for position. It was clear that she was being thorough.
I took the opportunity to slip next to Jenny. “What’s going on, I whispered.”
Jenny’s mouth tightened, then she leaned her head in close and whispered, “it’s a breeding round,” in my ear. “That’s all I can say at the moment.”
“When can you say more?”
“Let’s see what happens next.” She straightened staring intently up the hill.
My blood ran cold. I had no idea what a breeding round meant. I knew full well what it could mean but my mind couldn’t process it. Small pangs of resentment washed over me at the tantalizing half explanation Jenny gave me.
Then, one by one, the bracelets changed. Flashing once then turning green. Except for Jenny’s. And Lauren’s. And Janice, a diminutive blonde who’d hardly said a word all game. I looked around at the rest of the herd and there were only three until I held up my own wrists. I let out a gasp. My bracelet glowed an angry red. There were four of us. Four marked out for the breeding round.
“Jenny, what’s happening?” I hissed, the urgency in my voice making heads turn.
Jenny looked down, then away before speaking. “It’s nothing personal,” she said. “You’ll need to learn this one on your own. I hope you’ll understand, Jemma.”
I stepped back. I’d lost Holly and now Jenny had closed up. Still, I reasoned that this is what the other girls went through, those that didn’t have a friend already in the game. “I understand,” I wasn’t sure I did understand. I knew that girls joined the game and were on their own. I was lucky to have Holly and for Jenny to take me under her wing. It still hurt. Deep down to be abandoned so suddenly.
Jenny looked back at me and her sad blue eyes met mine.
“It’s OK,” I said, repeating, “I understand.” I paused, then said, “I’m… I’m sure, I’d do the same thing if the situation was reversed.” Then I took a deep breath, “breeding round,” I muttered, “How bad can it be?” I focused back at the trainers who by now were stripping off their shirts ready for the hunt.
“Would you?” Jenny said.
Distracted, I asked, “would I? Would I what?”
“Would you do the same thing if you were me?”
“Sure,” said with far more confidence then I felt. “Yeah. Of course.”
Jenny sighed. Looked down then back at me. Suddenly she lunged forward, grabbed my shoulder and brought her mouth up to my ear. “The couple up there are looking for a breeder. That means whoever get caught gets impregnated.”
They can’t…" I said, shocked.
“They can. But we have an out. Your safeword. But unless you use it, then they’ll take you and fuck you until your pregnant, and keep you until the baby is born.”
“Keep me?”
“It means they’ll pay your bills.” She paused for breath then carried on. “Some girls are into that but most aren’t. If you are, here’s you chance.”
I gasped. “I’m not ready for that.”
“That figures,” she said. “Most aren’t. I’m not keen on being selected.”
“Is there anything else?”
“No, that’s it.” She fell silent, then stepped back her eyes focused on the couple at the top of the hill. “Shit, I hope I don’t regret telling you that,” she muttered as she let go of my shoulder. “You’re a good person, Jemma but once this hunt is on, you’re on your own. There’s four girls marked for breeding and one of is going to end up pregnant and I’m going to make sure it’s not me.”
“I understand, Jenny,” I replied, genuinely grateful for the advice but at the same time terrified. I wanted to ask what would happen if I gave the safeword but I stayed silent. I looked over towards Lauren. She was at college so chances were she wouldn’t want it a pregnancy. Janice has been silent all game but the shocked expression on her face, said it all. She knew what this meant and didn’t want it either. I’d have to be faster than them.
Jenny stepped away from me moving to the back of the pack. That was the signal for action as the other marked zebras moved to stand behind the safer members of the herd.
Up on the hill, the man kissed the woman in the red dress on the lips then turned and trotted down towards the herd. We moved, keeping the open the distance between ourselves at the hunter. As one of our number sped up, so would the rest not wanting to be left behind. We jogged faster and faster until we were sprinting, me running alongside Jenny. She slowed and I turned my head back. The hunter and his small group of trainers trailed far behind, walking. I slowed and so did the other two girls slowly circling back. No one wanted to be a lone target. Not for this hunter.
They stalked us sometimes walking and sometimes running. The changes in pace confused us, wearing us down with the frequent changes in pace. When we stopped it was to a chorus of our ragged and raspy panting for breath. Over time, it became clearer and clearer that Jenny was the stronger member of the group, often running out ahead and recovering her breath first in the short intervals between running. Janice on the other hand often flagged behind and when we stopped, stooped over taking deep gulping breaths. I stared at her as she leaned over, hands on her thighs her back heaving as she panted from the exertion. She looked up and her eyes met mine. Round with fear they revealed that she didn’t want to be bred any more than any of the rest of us did but she knew she was tiring. She mouthed something that I didn’t catch. Maybe a plea. Maybe words of encouragement.
I said, “nothing personal, Janice. We’re all on our own here.”
Janice lowered he head, continuing to pant.
The hunter by now had cut the distance to a third. We couldn’t keep this up. It was only a matter of time. His eyes fixed on us, he burst into a sprint closing the distance at an incredible rate. Leaving the still bent over Janice, I raced off as the other girls scattered.
A squeak followed by a scream made me turn around. The hunter had Janice, his arms wrapped tight around her chest he’d lifted off the ground, her legs windmilling in panic. Her face was a mask of terror and she wailed, “nooooo.” By now the adrenaline kicked in and in her panic, her kicking legs threw him off balance and they both toppled over, him still holding her firmly around the chest as they fell with an “oomph.” Once in the ground, Janice’s legs found traction and she fought like an animal, twisting her body and bucking it to shake him off. But he clung on. Finally, he freed one arm from around her chest and slipped it around her neck trapping her in a headlock. Still she fought but with a growing sense of futility until her struggles slowed. After several minutes of struggling, she went limp quietly sobbing, “God no. Please no.”
The end of her struggles acted as a signal for the trainers who moved in. Three trainers held her down as another clamped a collar with a long chain around her neck. He handed the other end of the chain to the hunter who clipped the other end of the chain onto his belt. Then everyone stepped back.
With slow movements, Janice lifted herself up until she was on her hands and knees. She grabbed the chain around her neck jerking it to see if it would come loose. It held fast. She glanced over her shoulder following it’s length only to see it securely hooked onto the hunter belt. She sagged back onto the grass.
The whirring of an electric engine carried across the field as a golf cart raced over join the small crowd. It rolled to a stop and the lady in red stepped out. She strode over to the hunter and gave him a quick kiss before she turned her attention to Janice. Striding confidently, the lady marched up to the trapped girl. Reaching down, she grabed a fistful of hair and pulled Janice’s head back to expose Janice’s tear streaked face. She grunted then let the hair go and Janice’s head fell forward, her blond locks cascading around her face. The lady slowly walked around Janice inspecting every inch of her captive.
“Make her stand,” the lady said.
Two trainers raced forward and pulled Janice up to her feet. Janice stood shaking with her head down and her hair over her eyes. The woman in red put her finger out and lifted Janice’s chin so she looked the woman in the eye. Janice’s lips trembled as she stood.
The ran her hands over Janice’s pert tits. “I like these,” she said.
Janice flinched.
The man nodded. “They look like yours, dear.”
*Her figure is good," the woman in red said. Placing her finger on her chin as she studied Janice’s naked, zebra-painted form one last time the woman in red came to a decision. “She’ll do,” she said. “Proceed.”
The trainers holding Janice forced her to her knees then pushed her head down so her naked ass and pussy pointed at the woman’s partner. He unhooked the chain from his belt and handed it to the woman in red. She twisted the chain around her hand several times, making sure her grip was secure as her partner stripped out of his track pants. His cock sprang free and the woman in red immediately reached down and wrapped her hand around it.
“Let’s get that ready for you, honey,” she said, even as she stroked it.
Once it was hard and straight, he settled on his knees behind Janice and put his hands on her hips. Aware of the end game, Janice had a little fight left in her so she bucked and twisted out of his grip. Three trainers lunged towards Janice, grabbing her and holding her down as she screamed and struggled.
Kelly, an experienced player like Jenny, standing next to me as she watched evens unfold muttered, “not good.”
I could see why as two more trainers rushed in to help the three already pinning Janice down. One of them carried a long black sports bag. Four of the trainers held Janice down while the fifth unzipped the bag and pulled out leather straps and other paraphernalia. He secured the straps around Janice’s limbs as the other trainers held her immobile. That wasn’t the end of it for poor Janice. More equipment came out of the sports bag, lengths of chain and shiny metal bars.
It was all over in a couple of minutes and when the trainers stepped back, they revealed a bound and immobilized Janice. On her knees, with her head on the ground and her ass up, leather cuffs circled her wrists and her ankles. Even worse, a single leather cuffs circled each thigh. The ankle cuffs, clipped to a short spreader bar held her legs apart exposing her cunt ready for fucking. Her arms, pulled under her body were clipped to the bar between her ankles using the cuffs on her wrists. In addition, small lengths of chain ran between the cuffs in her ankles and thighs preventing her from moving her legs.
After the trainers stepped back, the woman in red stroked her partner a couple of times to harden him up again. He then tried again, kneeling down behind Janice and pressing the head of his now rock hard shaft against her plush lips. The woman tightened her grip of the chain around Janice’s neck making it clink then she leaned over and kissed her partner passionately on the lips. With his lips locked onto the woman in red’s, he thrust once, hard, driving himself deep into Janice’s cunt. Janice grunted once then again as he started pumping, fucking his trapped and immobile quarry. The fingers in his hands dug deep into the flesh on her hips as he held her.
After a short period of fucking, his thrusts increased in tempo and the woman in red ended the kiss. She asked, “are you close?”
The man grunted.
“Tell me,” she said. “Tell me when. I want to know the exact moment when you impregnate our bitch.”
He grunted and thrust harder, the slap of his hips against Janice’s ass contrasting with the silence of the field.
Strangely, my core flushed with heat as I watched the bizarre mating ritual, my pussy slick knowing I was going to witness the moment of conception for this bound girl.
“Soon,” he grunted. “Oh fuck…” His pounding increased again, the slaps becoming louder and more rapid, then slightly irregular as he approached the climax. He let out a long, low growl and the flesh on Janice’s hips whitened between his fingers. “Fuck, oh fuck…,” he gasped, his breathing ragged.
“Red!” Janice groaned. Then louder she cried, “red, red, red.” She screamed “I can’t do this. Red.”
The trainers moved like lightening. Two pulled back the man while another four shot in and surrounded the still bound Janice. As two trainers led the couple away, the remaining four worked feverishly stripping Janice of her restraints. When they finished, one held her tight in his arms as Janice sobbed.
“I couldn’t do it,” she said. “I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry.”
“Shhh. It’s OK,” he said, “the game is over. We’ll take care of you.”
“I couldn’t do this. I’m so sorry.” She looked back at the trainer. “Please, I hope you understand.”
One of the other trainers had returned from the golf cart carrying it a blanket. He held it out to drape it over Janice’s shoulders. She shook her head. The trainer holding Janice in his embrace waved the blanket off.
