You squirm about inside the netting.. bobbing up and down, twisting about, one direction, then the other, then back to the first.. over and over again. Your heart pounds with despair. You have been trapped, captured in a crude device, bagged like an animal, utterly helpless.
Your survival instincts kick in. You no longer care about the hunt, the contest. You wonder whether anyone knows you are here. Sure, the flare went off, but this trap could have been set long ago, in a previous hunt. There is just no way of knowing. In spite of the humiliation, you manage to slip the panties over your legs, pulling them up to your waist, awaiting what is to come... if anything. Sure, you might have to be a sex slave, endure some additional taunting and sexual teasing, but at least you would be alive.
After several minutes, you become aware of some milling about at the very top of the pit, some 20 feet above the ground. You hear voices, and you can barely tell that they are female. Your heart pounds. You wish that you could crawl under a rock and die.
"Did it get him?" You barely make out the voice. It sounds like Allison from the blue team, but you can't be sure.
"I don't know. It could be a deer or something down there. We have to climb down." The other voice sounds like Valerie's voice, one of the blue team's captains.
"Awwwwww!" says the first voice. "Well I don't want to hurt any deer! Let's get the rope ladder and see if it's our boy. BOYYYYYY?" The woman's voice echoes down the shaft. "Are you there? BOYY? BOYYY!!!?????!??!?"
"It's in my backpack, for sure." Valerie begins to dig, yelling as well. "You'd better answer us boy!" You squirm, frightened, and decide you'd best answer.
"D-D-Down here!" You yell, barely audible. You hear a whooping and some sounds that sound vaguely like high fives.
"WHOOO-HOOOOO! We got the little bitch!" Valerie pulls out the ladder, which drapes down the side of the shaft, suddenly falling to the ground just beside the netting. "OKAY, BOY... We're coming down, and you'd better get that slut tongue of yours ready, you got me?"
You don't answer. You look up, seeing a perfectly formed ass working its way down the flimsy rope ladder, blonde locks falling over female shoulders as she eagerly climbs down. It's Allison. She grins at you, laughing as she sees the panties, then pulls a hunting knife out of her boot. She smiles at you. "Okay, slut. Move away from the netting a little bit." You comply, moving your head back, presumably so she can cut you out of the trap. You feel a sense of dread and relief all at the same time. Allison begins to cut a small hole in the side of the netting, grinning wide. Somehow you think she's up to something, and is not quite ready to free you just yet.
She slices a slit approximately six inches in length, opening it up with her hands. Reaching through it, she looks you in the eye, grabs a handful of your hair, and unceremoniously pulls it towards the opening. She pushes the netting back so that it's tight around your neck. The netting only gives as far as it was cut, not yielding a millimeter more. She giggles. The shaft is tight, and she is very close to you. She smiles big.
"Boy, you want out?"
"Y-yes.. yes please." Allison slaps you hard.
"Yes please what? Go on, say it." She grabs a handful of your hair for emphasis.
"Y-yes please.. please Mistress." You lower your eyes in defeat. She smiles the self indulgent grin of a triumphant huntress. She runs her hands through your hair, tightening the opening around your neck.
"That's a good boy. A very good boy," she says. "Now... if you want out, I want you to beg me. Oh, and I want you to kiss my ass too." She turns around, pushing her pants down past her ankles, exposing only a pair of black panties. She shoves her ass in your face, stroking it languidly, soft skin and musky scent having a predictable effect below the beltline, causing her to giggle. "Go on.. beg. Beg me and kiss my ass." |