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The group kept walking and eventually found a path breaking through the dense woodland. They hadn’t seen anyone for miles except each other.
One of the other girls, Katie, was as petite as you could imagine. Blonde, almost white hair, and so small, maybe 5ft tall or probably less. Her chest was nearly flat, but her ass was a tight little bubble butt, which you could just see depending on the rise of her skirt.
Robin had been speaking to Katie along the way and had learned that she too, had experienced something with Mr Black, and had received the same strange invite.
“I really don’t know what we are doing here, but I just couldn’t say no… something out of curiosity I guess… and an urge.” She smiled bleakly, almost in shame, and continued.
“Is there a dress code? I noticed all the girls are wearing skirts… tank tops…” Robin enquired, trying to hide the fact he was checking out her little ass.
Katie smiled “no, I guess we all just have the same style… or urges… apparently we ‘…must leave all belongings and clothes in the cabin. Proceed into the grounds as instructed in the cabin’, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”
Ruby butted in, “okay so, are we going in there or what? I want to get there before it becomes dark…”
The group agreed and began to walk into the forest.
The forest was dense at first and suddenly began to break into large open areas, with large trees as far as you could see. There were old trunks where trees had been felled, and dirt tracks that led away from the track the young people walked along.
The signs pointed for the cabin and they followed. Just before arriving they encountered a man on a quadbike with a walkie talkie.
“Okay the new meat has arrived, do not engage anyone with clothing, please stay inside until the alarm sounds for the hunt” he directed into the walkie, but he put it away to address the group now, “so, you young’uns had better hurry up, there’s some food in the cabin, you’ll need to leave your clothes in the lockers and give me the keys. You then need marking…”
He allowed them to pass and enter the cabin, staring at Robin and Katie as they passed him.
The cabin was incredibly large, like an old barn, with two floors, all open, and hay bundled around. Water troughs were scattered around, and a fireplace in the centre, like a pit, was the focal point, with everything revolving around the chimney.
Lockers, around 50, were placed on the far side of the cabin. The signs around them read “all clothes, items and objects of importance to be left in a locker”.
The man, who Robin thought looked like an old school Harley rider more than a quad biker, stood in the doorway as the group stood by the lockers.
“I guess this is the time we take our clothes off… right.” Robin said to the man.
“You’re damn right, why don’t you let me help you there…” said the man, walking up to Robin. “Or do you think you can manage on your own like a good little sissy boy?”
Robin looked around to see the others begin to strip, “I’ll be fine.”
The man looked at Robin, as he slid off his pants, “Sir… I’ll be fine Sir… you must always address any man here as Sir, not the ones in the cabin, you are sissy boys, and fuck toys.”
Robin, slightly aroused by this dominance said “yes, Sir…” and took off his underwear, being sure that the man could see his ass in full.
He looked to his right, as he saw Katie, now only in her panties. Her skin was almost porcelain white and her tiny nipples were rock hard from the change in temperature. She notice him looking, and he noticed her glance at his cock. Robin was always lucky to have a feminine shape but with a well sized penis for the times he did want to be with a girl.
Ruby, was already packed into her locker and strolled up to the man with the key… on the key was the S21, to denote her locker. She smiled her pirate smile at the man, and he smirked back at her.
“Little girl, you won’t be smiling like that for much longer. Right, the rest of you, come outside for marking” he said as he led them all outside.
Just outside the rear entrance to the cabin were poles driven into the ground, with shackles attached to them. Robin had noticed that there were a lot of shackles inside the cabin too. It looked like they were for the neck and hands, all individual but chained to the same pole.
“Take a pole” the man shouted, and they all did as they were told, with Katie being the most hesitant and staying close to Robin. The shackles were long enough to stand, but they could not move far to interact with each other. Robin was nervous, he wondered why they would do this… it was only one man there, they couldn’t stay there all night or they would freeze.
“Time for marking… now this isn’t the nicest thing, but we need to keep a track of y’all, so it needs to be done.” He laughed and then stepped back as another quad arrived.
Red stepped off the vehicle, looking serious. His eyes focussed first on Ruby, then Robin, and then Katie. He was in all military gear, but more like a guerrilla soldier than an army man. He had ropes and chains hanging over his shoulder.
“So this is the new meat? I guess we had better get the essentials out of the way…” he took clipboards and threw them at each of their feet, on it was a sheet, and on the sheet it simply said “I …….. hereby agree to the terms of the hunting grounds, and accept all responsibility for anything that should occur before I leave. I understand that anyone on the hunting grounds is either a hunter or prey and consent to whatever the hunters desire…”
Ruby spoke, nervously to Red, “wait… so what is going to happen here?”
Red sighed and responded “you have been ***********ed by our friend Mr Black, because you offer certain skills that we want. Or because you look how we want you to look…” his eyes drifted over Katie, “…and based on your own personalities, we felt that it was likely, that given this opportunity you might… thrive. The hunting grounds have stood for over 100 years, only in the last 10 or so have we had to do the dance of consent, so consider yourselves lucky. Some very interested men pay large fees to come here and enjoy some sport, some hunting, and then they enjoy the trophies they catch.” Red continued with his tired speech, now sat down and cutting an apple with a knife, just in front of Robin.
“You will not die here…” he said, as he cut a larger slice, “…but to leave, you will have to earn it, either through your skills in deceiving, and escaping. Or by the best service as a trophy and being gifted your freedom at your captors mercy.” Red moved towards Robin, who was on his knees and could only see the large man from behind the bulge in his crotch.
“We do not dismember, or otherwise wound the flesh beyond bruising, light cutting, some piercing, deprevation, humiliation… etcetera, etcetera…” he moved next to Katie and crouched down to inspect her face in his large hands, “…there are no safe words here children. If you are caught and can’t find a way out, you stay here, as the property of your captor. They might make you a slave, or a toy, or a pet. But you will stay until released, which could be weeks… or years.”
Robin built up the courage to speak, his voice was shaky, partially because of his attraction to Red, his huge arms, his rough features. It was enough to make Robin shake.
“How do we leave?” he asked.
Red sighed again “If you can exit the forest, you are free, that is all. Your clothes and belongings will be returned at a later date. The local police force, thanks to the chief, are very understanding of the young naked people they find bruised and dripping in cum wandering around the roads here. It took you a number of hours to reach here, so don’t forget that. I’m sure one of you will meet the chief soon enough, and if you do, you’ll probably be here for a while” he laughed.
“The only other rules we follow are that every Sunday is a rest day, where you are free to roam the woods, but NONE of the various buildings, premises and fortifications you will find. The cabin is also a safe space with medical equipment and some food. If any prey is inside the cabin for longer than 10 hours, and not outside for at least 14 hours before returning, hunters have the opportunity to break in and take them, so it is in your best interest to get out, unless that isn’t your interest?” he looked sarcastically at one of the girls.
Robin turned and saw Ruby sign the paper in her hands and throw back the clipboard.
“You’re really doing this?” Robin whispered to her, but not quiet enough that Red couldn’t hear.
Red moved towards Robin, “Stand up boy” he said.
As Robin stood up Red grabbed him by the throat and pulled him close to his face. Robin, who isn’t short, was on the tips of his toes, and could feel Red’s cold chains brushing against his chest.
“You know that you want this, you know you are here to be our prey and you love the idea of me chasing you, pinning you down, and then doing whatever the fuck I want…” Red growled as he started to force Robin to the ground, flipping him over in the process.
The leaves and dirt began to press into Robin’s chest, as Red began to whisper “this is all you are good for, and all you want. This is your place, and my place. So, sign that paper so I don’t have to worry about lawyers and shit while I fuck you until you cry!”
Robin used his free hand to grab the pen, and Red guided the pen to the clipboard next to him on the ground. He couldn’t see but Red guided to where he needed to sign. And suddenly, it was done.
All the others signed, one of the boys didn’t and so was taken away by the biker and then driven away to the edge of the forest.
“Those of you who remain, will be marked, and then you will have until tomorrow midday to prepare, eat, and rest. An alarm, like a siren will sound, and that will signal that the hunters can begin, and you must leave the cabin for the first time.”
A while passed as they were left chained to the posts waiting for the biker to return. Red left, launching a trail of dirt at the prey as they waited.
The biker returned with some kind of device, looking almost like a gun, but not quite.
“What’s that?” one of the girls asked.
“This, little one, is my marking gun… you see, we need to track your location, and we can do that with this little chip.” He grabbed her ankle, throwing her backwards, lifting her leg into the air. The girl let out a scream, and then he placed the gun to the flesh by her ankle, “you should have called me Sir.”
The marking was a quick process. The biker did not worry about patient care, and was forceful with those that did not immediately offer their ankle. The screams echoed around the forest. Finally when all was done the biker unlocked their chains, and directed them into the cabin.
“Those trackers are not used by hunters, but by the game managers. You will never see them, they monitor escapes and broken rules and inform hunters when either takes place. Should you return to the hunting grounds, it will be used again. Now, get some rest, there is food by the fire. Any kind of medical equipment, or tools are in the cabin. You’ll figure it out.” He closed the cabin and the sound of his quadbike could be heard as he roared off into the distance.
That night, the group gathered around the fire, they quietly ate, then they found the medical equipment. Much to Robin’s surprise, there was a large amount of sex equipment, including lube, plugs, dildos, oils, etc.
The summer heatwave was not enough to keep out the cold, and some of the girls slept together for warmth. Robin and Katie found a pile of hay and spooned for a while. He skin was so smooth and warm, and her ass rested perfectly against his cock.
“What do you think is going to happen to us?” Robin said.
Katie turned back to him, pressing her ass against his cock a little harder, “I don’t know, but it will be intense, and we should be ready for anything…” she leaned and kissed him, guiding his cock to her tiny pussy.
That was the last night that Robin and Katie would know comfort. Ruby, seeing their intimacy, lay down next to them with a dildo she had found, “we stick together, we prepare together…” the dildo slipped into her pussy as she watched the others move in a smooth rhythm. -->
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