Blackmail

[JEMMA]

Joe ran his tongue up her face as he reached down now between her legs and slipped his hand into her panties, his fingers suddenly inside her. 



"It's time for your first lesson baby," he breathed in her ear.

"Watch how the big girls do it Kitty Kat," said Zoe, crawling over in front of Joe.

Zoe traced Joe's cock through her trousers with her tongue, looking at him as she did it. It looked large, thought Kat. Much larger than Dan's.



"Watch and learn honey," said Joe. "Consider this the start of your training."

Zoe looked hungrily up at Joe and ran her tongue up and down his crotch, licking the bulge of his cock through his trousers. 



Joe slowly unzipped his fly and let Zoe take out his thick 8 inches. As she stared at his thick, gleaming helmet, Kat was a mess of conflicted feelings. 








Horror at her situation. Amazement that Zoe had betrayed her. But also? Some small, secret part of her was thrilled at what she was being expected to do. 



Whether this was what she had been fantasising about, or wanting, since she'd first met Joe, she couldn't know, but a shameful part of her wanted to elbow Zoe out of the way and submit, utterly, to his thick, firm cock. 

Kat couldn't help staring as Zoe took his whole length into her mouth, watching it slide slowly past her sticky lips. Zoe sucked his shaft hard as she did so, filling her mouth and throat with Joe's veiny length. 



Her own red silk panties sopping wet at the depravity of what was happening, Zoe felt her throat fill with Joe's thick cock. She stared up at him as he firmly began to fuck her mouth with powerful rhythmic strokes.

"I want her to taste it now," he said simply after a few minutes. 

He pulled hard again on the belt round Kat's neck, forcing her onto her knees next to Zoe.

"Taste your daddy," he said. 

"Yes," said Zoe, Joe's cock sliding from deep out of her mouth, saliva dripping down into her glistening, cavernous cleavage. 

"It's time to taste your new daddy's cock." she whispered in Kat's ear. "It's quite delicious."





"Nnnnoooo" Kat tried to shout over the thump of the house music playing, but there was nothing she could do to fight the pair of them. No-one could hear. And no-one was coming.

Moving behind her, Zoe held her head still while Joe slowly placed his sticky, large helmet against her lips, pushing it into her mouth, filling it completely with his hot, thick meat.



"Oh yesssss," gasped Joe, thrusting his hips into Kat's mouth. "Fuck yes." 

Although she was trying to fight, Kat was helpless. Overpowered by the pair of them, disoriented by the wine and the music, she was only aware of one thing: Joe's huge, slick member sliding in and out of her mouth. He would occasionally pull out from her mouth and slide his thick cock across her lips slowly, before plunging it back in.

She felt herself being used, felt him slide his cock further and deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Joe pulled her hair tight, forcing her face onto his cock, while she could feel Zoe behind her as she pulled Kat's panties down tight over her cheeks and began to finger her mercilessly.

Horrified, Kat realised that she was going to cummed soon, trapped between Zoe's fingers inside her quim and the taste and the sluttily exquisite feel of Joe's large, overwhelming cock inside her mouth and throat. 

"Yes baby," gasped Joe. "Let daddy fuck your face."

He stood up, triumphantly, forcing Kat to place her hands on his thighs as he sank his cock deep into her throat, choking her. Kat tried to fight but she had nothing left. 

"You want it don't you baby?" Joe sneered, pulling his cock out and leering down at the sight of the stocking-clad goddess on her knees in front of him.

As Kat tried to reply, gasping for air, he wiped his cock against her lips. "Tell me you what you want," he said.

Kat looked up at him submissively, panting hard. There was no use fighting. It was over. She was his now. 

"I want you to come in my mouth, daddy," she said.

Her shoulders sank as she spoke, opening her mouth wider as Joe slid his cock all the way into her throat.

"Ohhh yessss," Joe gasped at this last, final triumph, feeling her submit to him. 

Joe's hips bucked triumphantly into his prize's face as he came, pumping his sticky load into her mouth and throat. As he did so an orgasm tore through Kat as she struggled to swallow all her new master's hot, wet seed. Joe pulled her hair tight as the pair of them came together, his cum dripping out of her mouth, filled to overflowing.

Spent, Joe looked down at Kat's magnificent body, her tits wet and dripping with her sweat and his spunk.

"Welcome to the company Kitty Kat," he said, breathing hard. "You're going to fit in beautifully."

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[JEMMA]

Story 14

The Headmaster of Girl's Club

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A new story and clearly a total fantasy. I hope you like its start.
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A lot of people boast about having 'the best job in the world' but you know what? They don't know squat. Being headmaster of a small, exclusive girls' boarding school? That's the best job in the world. 

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sam Drooling. I'm 49 years old and blessed with the kind of physique and looks that most men would kill for. I know what you're thinking, but it's not arrogance: it's fact. I still get checked out by women - and men - when I'm out for a drink. I'm 6ft 2in and about 100 kilos, most of which is still powerful muscle. It's easy to work out when you live in a school with its own gym. 

At East Coast, we run an exclusive, expensive private school for 300 girls, taking them from 13 all the way up to 18. Each year a healthy percentage of our final year girls head off to One of our finest colleges. Our head girl always, without fail, goes to the pick of the finest colleges.

My role, as head of the school, is to make sure that she leaves having received the finest sexual education any young woman can have: as my personal teen fucktoy.

It's a role I take very seriously. I watch the girls with interest. By the final year I've made my choice. My head girl. Just one, each year, as she turns 18. I'm a sucker for huge tits and big pouty lips, both attributes perfect for fucking. 



I'm always amazed how pleased each one is when I tell them I've chosen them. I've come to realise that at some point in their school careers, each and every one of the girls at East Coast Mansion has lain awake at night and thought of me while fingering themselves. 

It means that each time I select one they're delighted, if nervous. I don't fuck them straight away of course. Part of the fun is waiting for their 18th birthday (I'm not a monster, am I)



Part of the fun of it is in training each girl in turn. The more principled, decent and straight the girl, the greater the thrill as I watch her turn into my own personal cock slave, begging me to fuck her mouth, fuck her arse, put her fuck-collar on, spank her, come on her tits, pull on her leash, come in her mouth, scream her name... you get the picture. 

I'm not sentimental though. By the last few weeks of their year with me I've already identified their nubile successor and as I spray my spunk into that year's head girl's mouth for the last time, I'm already mentally imagining her successor's mouth wrapped around my glistening shaft.



That's when I know it's time to take this year's head girl off to the Society for one depraved final evening. But I'm getting ahead of myself. More on all that later.

Each girl is mine to do with as I please. I like to pretend that I make my selection purely on looks, but that wouldn't be completely truthful. Once or twice I've selflessly foregone the most fuckable cleavage in the school and instead opted for a less attractive girl with the most annoying father. 

Believe me, there's no satisfaction like ringing up a pompous dullard of a man, just as your 9-inch cock disappears into the soft, warm wet mouth of his 18 year-old daughter.



"Oh Belinda is proving to be every inch the great choice I knew she would be" I say as I grab her hair, her back arching as I slide my sticky thick cock all the way down her throat and she stares up at me adoringly.

"Well you let me know if there's anything we can do our end" he'll say as his daughter runs her tongue slowly up and down my shift. I push it between her tight, plump lips and I begin to slide it into her mouth.



"Funny you should ask..." I'll say, explaining that there's extra coaching for the maths olympiad that weekend for those girls who want to board over the weekend instead of going home (most girls go home each weekend).

Later that day I'll sit approvingly in my quarters as a stocking-clad Belinda crawls to me on her hands and knees, wearing only fishnets, heels and lip gloss, and begins to lube my cock ready for her arse, while I explain to my wife over the phone why I need to stay at the school that weekend.



I started this tradition about 10 years ago, not long after I started. I'd been married nearly 10 years at that point and I was bored, frankly. My wife was, is, gorgeous. And she makes a great home for me and our two teenage children. 

But once I'd illicitly fucked my first head girl in a pair of slutty red satin panties that I made her wear under her school skirt, nothing else has ever compared to the rush of watching each and every head girl over the last decade become my own personal slut. 



Do I feel bad? Not at all. I wish you could experience for yourself the thrill of the first time you oil and then titfuck a pupil's soft, inviting teenage breasts. Or bend her over your desk and hear her beg for your dick, pulling her panties over her cheeks and pleading for your cock. The first time you fit her with her collar and leash. Her total submission. 

The way her tits sway as she crawls towards you on her leash, lips glistening, hunger in her eyes as she stares at your dripping, sticky cock. The first time I yank hard on her leash as I take her from behind. Pulling her head back as my large dick slides in between her pussy's tight velvet lips.



There is something about the wrongness of sliding a ballgag into the mouth of an 18 year-old girl, the total betrayal of trust, that makes me hard just thinking about it.

And the year ahead looks to be my best yet. I swear to you I didn't make her switch schools for the sixth form, but when I found out my best friend's daughter Bianca was applying to join East Coast, I won't lie, I was hard for hours. And when she started dating my son two months before her final year with us? That was just the icing on the cake. 



For the last ten years my head girls have been a very separate part of my life. I'm ready for a change to be honest. Spice things up a bit, you know?

Harry and Jayne wanderlust have been part of my life for the last thirty years. Friends from university, Harry has since gone on to make a small fortune from his law firm. The money has definitely changed him too. 

He's a man almost as arrogant as me. There is nothing he won't crow about - including his stunning 18 year-old daughter Bianca. To be fair, he's right to show her off. She's drop-dead gorgeous. One of those girls who flusters any man, particularly those over 40 who know they shouldn't be checking her arse out, but can't help it. 









She has - I'm guessing her but I'll be able to confirm it soon enough - glorious, heavy, pert 36DD tits, long legs for miles and a jutting tight arse. Her dark, glossy hair and bee-stung lips mean that she's already done some modelling work. It was for a local bikini manufacturer and I happen to know Harry was furious with the pics - which were HOT. 

Friends since childhood, my son has been punching above his weight every since he started going out with her. But it's time to let a real man take it from here. Bianca has been a role model for our girls since she joined and it's only fair that this teen goddess feels the firm, guiding hands of her head master. 



After all, who wouldn't want to fuck their son's girlfriend? Maybe even call the ungrateful little bastard up while you're doing it? Feel her throat fill up with your cock? Listen as she begs you to fuck her arse?



I know, right? 

Looks like it's going to be a great year For me, anyway!!!

[JEMMA]

Story 15

The ABALONE Hunt



"Do you want to play a game? A sexual game?" Those were the words that got me into this and just what have I got myself into?

The room was a bare grey conference room with faded carpets and beige walls. I conference table stood at one end, testament to its previous purpose. Right now, it was full of people. Young women, like me. Twenty women of us. All fit, and young, and many, like me, wide eyed as they wondered just what they had signed up for. The money was good and I didn't have to do anything I really didn't want to do. That was the promise the recruiter made. A mature man with a smooth voice, blue eyes and a slight grey twinge to his hair, his pitch had been flawless but it was Holly who sealed the deal. 

"You'll have to be open minded," Holly said. She'd played before. Holly of course was open minded. As a stripper, she had to be. Her flowing brown locks and deep brown eyes drew almost as much attention as her lithe, fit body and long legs. And, she'd talked me into it. 

"It's a thrill like no other," she'd said. "You won't believe the feeling. It's amazing."

Me? I was her oldest and dearest friend, in need of a buck and not afraid of a little sex to get there. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time, if the money was to be believed. Now, as the event was closer, I started to think about things other than the money.

The door behind the conference table opened and our recruiter entered along with three other women. They were all dressed in karkhi hunting gear and pith helmets. The room fell silent in expectation. He glanced around the room approvingly then spoke in his deep rumbling voice. "Ladies, welcome to our event. You are here as part of what we like to call The Hunt. It's a game in which you will be well rewarded. Extremely well, if you follow the rules and participate fully."

A tall gal called Stacey, another newcomer like me, spoke up. "What do we have to do?" 

"You have to participate in our game. You need to agree to take part and then follow the rules. Taking part, earns you $500, then each hour you follow the rules, you earn another $500. Getting to the end of the game wins the $5,000 bonus. If you quit out of the game, you stop earning and leave with the cash earned up to that point."

This hardly explained anything about the game. Half of the women in the room started murmuring and talking amongst themselves as they tried to make sense of it. 

Stacey persisted. "Just what is this game about?"

"We call it The Hunt, because the people in this room are, the prey. You will be released into the game area, which we like to call the game park." He smiled at the term. "Then we will release the hunters who will try to catch you. That's it." 

That was all Holly told me too. She said it was worth it but she couldn't say more, not without breaking her non-disclosure agreement.

The tall gal stood with her hands on her hips. "What about these rules? The ones that earn us more cash." She turned her head to the rest of the room as she finished looking for reassurance. When she saw some of the girls nodding, she cocked her hip and waited for the answer. 

He smirked as he responded. "Very well. You will be separated into two groups. herds and loners. Loners are those who have played previously and earned the right to play that role. The rest of you, including all you new girls," he glared at her before his gaze flicked to me, "will form the herd." He then turned to one of the ladies. Vanessa, can you please take the loners out to get them ready.

Vanessa, stepped forward and called out. "Will the following girls, please follow me. Natalie."

A blond with blue eyes and breasts that pushed tight against her tee shirt stepped forward. 

"Simone."

Simone was a red head with freckles and green eyes.

"Roxanne."

Roxanne looked like her name. Dusky with fiery eyes and flowing black curls. 

Vanessa nodded at them. "Congratulations. You are the loners for this running of the game. Follow me to get made up."

The three smiling women followed Vanessa out of the room, walking heads high and backs straight like they owned the joint. 

Holly whispered to me, "That's what I want to do."

I nodded in agreement. "They certainly look happy." Strangely, the butterflies in my stomach settled. If these women had returned and were happy to participate, it meant that whatever the game entailed couldn't be that terrifying or unusual. I couldn't have anticipated how wrong I was. I couldn't also have foreseen the thrill either.

The recruiter, who had been watching the women leave, turned back to the rest of us. "Ladies. Those of who have played before, please follow, Sharon here. She will take you to get prepared."

Sharon, a middle-aged lady with elegant features held a clipboard, called out the names of six girls. 

"Holly," was the sixth name she called out.

Holly reached out, gave my hand a squeeze, shot me a quick smile then walked over to Sharon. A quick word from Sharon then Holly too was gone. Once Holly had left, Sharon followed. Eleven of us remained along with the recruiter and his final assistant. 

"Congratulations," The recruiter said, "you are this game's new intake. You'll need to go through the standard presentation to learn the rules. Before that happens, you'll be made ready to play the game." He paced back and forth in front of us as he spoke. "You will now be introduced to your personal trainer. They will make sure that you are ready to play the game and that you understand the rules. Please be aware that the game starts for you the moment that you walk through that door. That's your first $500. Then for each hour you are in the game and, as long as you follow the rules, you will earn another $500. The first rule is that you must follow the instructions from your personal trainer. They are to be obeyed completely. If you do not immediately obey your trainer's instruction then you will forfeit the payment for that hour. Do you understand."

There was no clear answer, just a nervous mumbling from the remaining women. 

"No matter. Jane here will make it clear as you are introduced to your personal trainer." He turned to his assistant. "Jane, you can take it from here."

Jane held up her clipboard. "Stacey." she called out.

The tall gal who spoke up earlier, stepped forward.

Jane waited until Stacey stood in front of her. "Follow me Stacey," she said and turned towards the door, Stacey following behind. The door closed behind them and we waited in silence. Within a minute, Jane returned.

Jane repeated this one girl at a time. I was third to last.

"Jemma," she called out.

The butterflies had returned and with weak knees I walked in front of her. "Follow me, Jemma."

[JEMMA]

I followed her out the door, her white pith helmet bobbing in front of me as we walked. Just exiting the door gave me a rush - it was another threshold. I could quit now and I would already be $500 richer. I could settle the butterflies then and there but then I'd have to live with the regret. How much more could I have made. And what about the thrill Holly talked about. I was going to earn as much as I could. I squared my shoulders and put purpose into my stride.

Jane stopped next to the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Obviously an athlete, he wore black training trousers and nothing else. His feet and chest were bare and that chest was the chest of a Greek God, cut with every muscle standing out. Dark black hair covered his head. He must have been in his late twenties.

Jane turned to me, "Jemma, this is your personal trainer. His name is Dan." 

I nodded and opened my mouth. 'Hi, Dan' died on my lips as Jane cut me off.

She spoke quickly. "Jemma, do you accept Dan as your personal trainer?"

"Yes," I replied slightly breathless. How could I not?

"Jemma, do you promise to follow every instruction given to you by your personal trainer?"

I hesitated for a moment then Dan's abs filled my vision. "Yes."

"Say, it."

'Say what?"

"Say your name and that you promise to follow each and every instruction given to you by your personal trainer."

"Um. I'm Jemma and I agree to follow your instructions."

'No." Be clearer. "Your name is Jemma."

"My name is Jemma," I said firmly.

"And you promise to follow all instructions from your personal trainer."

"and I promise to follow all instructions from my personal trainer." I managed not to tremble with trepidation or excitement when I said the words but if it meant I would be working with this beautiful man, I was more than happy."

"You belong to Dan now," Jane said, "follow him and obey him completely."

"Belong?"

"Dan will explain. Follow him."

Dan walked down the corridor and I followed close behind. We passed door after door until, near the end of the corridor we can across one still ajar. Dan motioned me in and I entered a small bare room that contained a dresser, a wardrobe and a bed. 

"Is this a brothel..."

Dan put his finger to his lips. "Zebras don't talk."

"Zebras?" 

"Shhh." he said. "There's some ground-rules before we get you made up." 

"Firstly, how do you want to be disciplined? The whip or forfeiture?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know there are rules. If you break the rules, you lose that hour's pay. That's forfeiture. If you choose the whip, then if you break a rule, I give you a lash to remind you." He reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a long thin rider's crop with a tiny leather flange at the end. "If you don't correct your mistake with this" he swished the crop through the air, "then it's forfeiture."

"Oh." 

"I recommend the whip. A lash may sting but it can save you $500. That soon adds up if you don't get a reminder." He stared at me as the choice overwhelmed me. "Most choose the whip and no one regrets it."

"Oh." I thought of what Holly must have done. With a sudden clarity, I chose, "The whip, Dan."

"That's the next thing, you are to call me Trainer."

"Yes, Dan."

Whack! with lightning speed, he flicked the whip against my thigh. I yelped with the sting of it through my jeans.

"Yes, what."

"Yes, Trainer," I said rubbing my thigh. 

"Leave it." 

I snatched my hand away from when he had struck me and stood up. "Yes, Trainer," I added staring at the whip. As much as it stung, I saw his point. He'd just saved me $500.

"Listen carefully," he said. "There are some ground-rules that you need to know. These are for the safety of yourself and others. Most important is the safe-word. If you say 'game over' then the game ends. Whatever is happening to you at the time stops and your pay stops at that hour. Also, you don't get the $5,000 bonus for finishing so it's a serious step to take. Some girls do take it but think carefully."

My blood ran cold at the thought of what could make a girl give up $5,000. The trepidation returned. 

"Do you understand."

"Yes." Then I quickly added, "...Trainer."

"Good, you're learning fast." He lowered the whip. "If for some reason, you can't talk, slap, stomp or hit the ground three times and you will be asked if you want to exit the game." He waited. "Understand?"

"Yes, Trainer."

"The next rule is that there is to be no punching, kicking or biting of hunters or other prey."

"I don't understand ... Trainer."

"No punching, kicking or biting of other people. Repeat."

"No punching, kicking or biting, ... Trainer."

'Those are the rules. Can you repeat them back to me?"

I repeated them and he had me sign a piece of paper saying I understood the rules. I read it carefully looking for clues about the game but it revealed nothing. Once I had signed, I stood up.

"That's a good, zebra."

"Yes, ah, Trainer." I didn't know what else to say.

"It looks like you are ready," he said. He straightened up and gripped the whip. "Now strip."

"Excuse me. .... ...."

[JEMMA]

Whack. With precision, he landed the tip whip of the inside of my right thigh. I squealed as it struck then stared at him. The next time it landed, it would cost me $500 so I peeled off my T-shirt, folding it and placing it on the dresser. I half turned around.

"Face the front."

Staring at the ever-present whip, I turned back to face him.

"Keep going." He lightly touched my jeans with the tip of the riding crop. 

Slowly I unbuckled the jeans and shimmied them over my hips and slid them down my legs. I flicked off my shoes and pulled the legs of the jeans over my feet. Just as I had taken them off, the door opened. A middle-aged man and woman entered and stood next to Dan.

I paused, my arms over my underwear.

"Stand up, arms by sides".

I stood and placed my arms by my sides. My face burning at the stares of the three people.

"Keep going," Dan the trainer said. "Bra first."

I unclasped the bra and let it fall off my shoulders. I pinned it against my breasts trying to conserve my modesty.

"On the dresser, zebra, then hands by your sides."

With no choice by the whip or compliance, I placed it on the dresser and put my hands by my sides exposing my breasts to my trainer and the other couple. The woman walked over and examined my breasts, placing a hand under each and lifting. "These will be very useful," she said in a surprisingly husky voice. 

I gasped as she grabbed my nipple between her thumb and finger and twisted it. I squeaked. My nipples became hard and erect.

She laughed, "this one is turned easily on. She'll be a great catch for someone."

The other two laughed and heat rose in my face in shame. 

"Trainer," I pleaded in a small voice. "I thought there was no hitting." 

"No punching, kicking or biting. Everything else is fine."

My mouth dropped. 

The lady turned back and looked up at me. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. You'll have to." 

I tried to look away but remembered Trainer Dan's command.

Deftly, Trainer Dan touched the tip of the whip against my crotch, the light touch on my clit turning into a flood of heat between my legs. 'And these."

I hooked my thumbs through the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. The crotch was stuck to my pussy and the panties turned inside out as I slid them off. The tiny patch of moisture was plain to see. Blood rushed to my face and my ears burned was I blushed. The other three roared with laughter. 

I stood there in front of them, hands at my sides. 

"Spread your legs," my trainer said. 

I spread my legs slightly and the cool air rushed between my burning thighs.

"Wider."

I spread them wider until Trainer Dan nodded. I stood and waited, my pussy lips damp and slightly parted. Trainer Dan walked up and run his fingers along my slippery pussy. He held up his finger and it glistened slightly in the light. Then slowly so I could see what was going to happen, he extended his wet fingers towards my mouth. 



"Lick," he said.

Gingerly, I extended my tongue and for the first time ever, tasted the tang of my own juices. Trainer Dan then pushed the finger inside my mouth and rotated it to clean it off.

"She's very obedient for a newcomer," the man observed.

Trainer Dan simply replied, "yes, she'll be quite a catch this one. Won't you?" The others chuckled.

"Yes, Trainer," I said all the while, not understanding the concept at all.

"Now it's time to get her ready don't you think?" said the lady.

"Quite," replied Trainer Dan. "zebra, on the bed."

I walked over and sat on the bed and was about to swing my legs onto it when I noticed the straps. I paused, saw my trainer holding the crop and swung my legs on and lay down flat. The cold touch of the straps soon followed as they wrapped around my wrists and ankles. I gasped as yet another wrapped over my neck. My heart hammered in my chest at my powerlessness of being so much at a stranger's mercy. I willed my arms to relax but deep inside my heart hammered. 



Trainer Dan blocked out the light as he leaned over me. The last thing I saw was a blindfold being put over my eyes. "Lie still until I say so." I closed my eyes and pictured Holly, trusting to her experience.

I don't know how long I lay strapped to that bed as the others fussed over me. Throughout the ordeal, they lightly touched every inch of my exposed skin. It tickled but was bearable. I especially wriggled as they worked in between my legs or around my sensitive nipples. After what seemed like an age, the straps were undone and the blindfold peeled off. I remained lying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"You may stand. But carefully"

As soon as I raised my head I saw what they had done to my body. From head to toe I was black and white stripes. Beautiful, organic stripes that followed and accentuated the curves of my body. It was glorious, like a beautifully crafted suit. But it was no suit. As I moved, the air passed over my completely naked yet somewhat concealed skin.

"Stay standing," my trainer commanded.

The middle-aged couple went to work with their body paint on my back, ass and behind my legs. All the while my trainer stared up and down my body, smiling, his eyes ranging everywhere. And I loved it, wearing this painted masterpiece. Then, when they were done with my behind, they tied by dark hair in a ponytail then finished up by painting my face. I felt amazing, like a work of art, or better, a trophy. 

When all was done, the three of them stood back and admired their handiwork. I did a slow twirl at Trainer Dan's command and when I faced them again, they were nodding in appreciation. 

"She's definitely ready," Trainer Dan said. "Some final items before we move you onto the next stage." He opened the drawer of the dresser and pulled out a small round white object. He held it up and walked towards me, a black rubber bar suspended between two sets of complex straps. "Open wide."

I jerked back when I recognised it for what it was. 

"Don't worry, all zebras get the bit and bridle until they are in the play area." He held the thick rubber bit with one hand and picked up the crop with the other. "Chatter destroys the atmosphere. You see, we want everyone to get in character a quickly as possible." 

I paused.

The whip started to rise and, with it, the threat of forfeiture not far behind. Blinking with nervousness, I slowly opened my mouth and let my trainer push the thick rubber bar between my lips. It invaded my mouth, the bitter tang of rubber filling my mouth and nose. Once inserted, the bit pulled hard against the corners of my mouth and the straps pressed against my cheeks. A few sharp tugs and it was secure and in place. I pressed my tongue against the bit, and drool pooled at the bottom of my mouth. I looked into his eyes and let myself go, trusting him

And he wasn't finished. 

"Hold out your arms."

My arms shot straight up and out, my obedience strengthening with each step in the process. 

He turned and reached into the dresser and pulled out two white straps. Tucking one under his arm to hold it, he wrapped the first around my outstretched wrist. With a few tugs it was secured and wrapped snug and tight around my wrist. It was surprisingly light and covered in clear studs. He repeated the process with my other wrist, cuffing it, his eyes focused on mine the whole time. 

"Arms down."

I lowered them to my sides.

"Good zebra." He caressed my cheek with his knuckle. 

My knees went weak and I swallowed hard. 

"One more thing."

The final item from the dresser was a belt with two chains hanging off it. My trainer moved in close as he wrapped the belt around my waist, the warmth of his body and the smell of musk arousing me and hardening my nipples. Once on, he stepped back. 

"Hands on your crotch, zebra."



I moved my hands down in front of me. My trainer reached down and clipped the chains onto my cuffs. My hands were trapped. I shivered and let thoughts of Holly carry me through. 'It's hard but worth it,' she'd said. 

[JEMMA]

"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.

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[JEMMA]

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. 

[JEMMA]

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."

[JEMMA]

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.

[JEMMA]

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.

[JEMMA]

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.

[JEMMA]

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.

[JEMMA]

"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."