A Good Hunt · Part 1 (1/2)
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The Bargain
It was a beautiful spring day, but Sandra wasn’t enjoying it. It had all started off so well. One of her fellow convicts had managed to get her the last part she needed to short circuit the cellblock door. The guards had been lax, and she was able to sneak out of the prison with surprising ease.
Only when she got outside, she found that the car her confederates were supposed to leave for her wasn’t there. The prison complex was in the middle of nowhere, so she had to run for it on foot through the woods. Her orange prison jumpsuit stood out in the greenery like a sore thumb. Sandra could hear dogs in the distance, and she wasn’t optimistic about outrunning them for much longer.
At least things can’t get any worse, thought Sandra.
Which is an assumption you should never make.
Sandra ran into a clearing, only to be confronted with…
A hunter. He was in his 50s, athletic, and well dressed. He wore the kind of expensive hunting gear that suggested that he had plenty of money, and that he had had plenty of money long enough to have the good taste not to flaunt it.
Sandra’s thoughts of overpowering him were ended by the large shotgun pointed at her stomach. She searched for something to say.
“Lower your gun. This isn’t what it looks like.”
The hunter laughed. “You’re running in the opposite direction of the women’s prison, wearing a prison uniform, and unless I’m mistaken, I hear the sound of bloodhounds in the distance.”
“Look,” Sandra said desperately. “I’m facing a ten year sentence.”
“I fail to see how I’m responsible for that.”
“Please, don’t turn me in! I’ll do anything!”
The hunter got a gleam in his eye. “Anything?”
So it’s going to be like that, Sandra thought. She was by no means busty, but her pretty face and athletic figure had won her her share of fans, both in prison and out of it.
“Yes, anything. You name it, I’ll do it.”
He smiled. Sandra wasn’t sure she liked the way he was smiling, but at this point she’d take what she could get.
“It’s a deal, then. Let’s get to my truck before the hounds catch up with you. I’m Thomas Mitchell the Third, by the way.”
“… Sandra.”
“A pleasure.”
As they walked Sandra noticed that Thomas kept his shotgun at the ready.
I better play along for now, she thought. Even if I won the fight any gunshots would bring the prison guards in a flash.
When they arrived at Thomas’s truck he stopped and waved his gun at her.
“Turn around, get down on your knees, and put your hands behind your head.”
“What?”
“I have a gun, you don’t. Do as you’re told, girl.”
Sandra shot him a dirty look and got down on her knees with her back to Thomas. She heard him rummaging through the glove compartment.
What the hell’s he doing?
Sandra jumped as she felt a touch against her neck. Thomas put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down onto her knees. “Stay still!”
Thomas buckled something around her throat-and she heard a metallic click.
“What the fuck?”
“You can get up now.”
Sandra brought her fingers to her neck, and felt…
“Is this a dog collar?”
“I’m not taking any chances. What you are wearing is a shock collar left over from a hunting dog I used to have. He was a big dog, so it’s quite high powered. Don’t try anything if you don’t want me to use it on you.”
Sandra was indignant. “I am not wearing a fucking dog collar!”
Thomas laughed. “That’s too bad, because I padlocked it on. And if I were you, I wouldn’t talk too loudly, it has an anti-bark feature. Now get in the truck.”
He pulled out a remote and held his thumb over the button. Sandra took the hint and sat down in the passenger’s seat. She began to wonder what she had gotten herself into. It occurred to her that Thomas had buckled a collar around a woman’s neck with surprising ease…
The ride was mostly silent. When Sandra did talk, it was in a soft voice to avoid triggering a shock. The pressure of the collar around Sandra’s throat intimidated her in ways that were hard for her to define. Being restrained was nothing new to her- after all, she’d spent the last few years in prison. But the collar felt different. It didn’t just make her feel like she’d been restrained, it made her feel that she’d been taken. Like she’d been marked by Thomas as his own. Then she saw something that took her mind off of her collar.
Holy shit, Sandra thought.
Thomas’s house was enormous. It was like something from a movie. She could see as they went over the hill that the countryside around it was heavily forested. Thomas pulled up to the front of the mansion and a butler came to the door to let them in. Oddly enough, he made no comment on the fact that his employer had returned with a girl in a prison jumpsuit.
Now that’s what I call employee loyalty! I guess he’s one of those old-school servants that never asks questions.
Soon enough Sandra had changed into some old clothes and was eating a sumptuous dinner with Thomas Mitchell. The food was excellent. It was almost good enough to make her forget the collar she was wearing. Almost. The dining room was in dark wood, with a disturbingly large number of animal heads mounted as trophies on plaques on the wall. Presumably, Sandra thought, animals that her host had hunted. Someone seemed a little obsessive. Over their after-dinner wine Thomas broached the subject of their deal.
“You mentioned that you would do anything if I didn’t turn you in.”
“Yes…” Sandra said cautiously. The way he was avoiding saying exactly what he wanted was causing her to worry. She thought about the collar locked around her neck. “What did you have in mind?”
“Here’s my offer. As you have undoubtedly noticed, I like to hunt. I’ve hunted everything you could think of. Except…a beautiful woman.”
Sandra froze in her chair. Oh fuck! He’s a psycho!
“You mean you want to kill me?”
He laughed. “Heavens no! The pleasure is in the hunt, not the kill. And I’d hate to waste such beauty. No, I would use non-lethal means.”
Sandra let out the breath that she had been holding.
“So, if I do this hunt thing you’ll let me go?”
“I think I can make a better offer than that. I am willing to end your troubles entirely.”
Sandra perked up. “You mean you’ll bribe the warden?”
“Not exactly. Let me state the rules of the hunt a little more formally. You will dress in a costume that I will give you that will be suitable for hunted prey. The game will last for three days. On each day, I will try to catch you using my tranquilizer gun, humane traps, and other non-lethal means. If I fail to catch you by sunset on any of the three days, you win the hunt. On the other hand, every day that you lose I’ll think of some penalty for you. If you lose on all three days, I win.
If you win the hunt, I will give you a hundred grand, a false passport, and a plane ticket to South America.”
“Seriously? What’s the catch?”
“The catch is that if you lose, you become mine.”
“What?!”
Sandra started to raise her voice, then remembered the shock collar around her throat.
“Yours? What does that mean?”
“It means what it sounds like. As with any trophy, I’ll own you as my property and do with you what I like. However, you would be alive and unharmed. Do you accept my offer?”
“If you’d seen my prison record, you’d know that I’m more likely to be the hunter than the hunted…”
“You’re welcome to take that approach during the hunt if you like.”
“You’re crazy.”
Thomas just smiled. “Think it over.”
Sandra did. She certainly didn’t want to be some rich guy’s fuckslave or whatever weirdness Thomas had in mind. But if she could evade him for just one out of the next three days, she’d have a whole new life. That was worth a gamble.
“Ok, it’s a deal.”
“Excellent! Now, I think you should get some rest. I want my prey at her best tomorrow.”
Thomas led her to an elegantly furnished bedroom. As he closed the door behind him, Sandra heard the sound of a bolt being slid shut. She opened her mouth to yell out a protest, only to remember her shock collar. She was locked in for the night.
As Sandra went to bed, she tried not to think of the look on Thomas’s face when he had called her his prey. She didn’t succeed.
Day 1
Sandra didn’t sleep well. The collar bothered her. Thomas hadn’t actually used it to shock her, but the pressure of it against her neck was a reminder that she wasn’t in control. That there was a man downstairs who could do anything he liked with her. It was a distraction that crept into her subconscious, leaving her with half-remembered dreams full of slavery and degradation.
In the morning, Sandra was served a light breakfast in bed. Thomas came in afterwards and removed her collar. He led her to a small room where two women, obviously servants, were waiting.
“What’s all this?”
“As I explained, when I hunt you, I want you to dress for the occasion. These women will prepare you.”
This was sounding more and more ominous. But it was too late to back out now. Even if Sandra ran for it, she doubted she’d get more than a mile away before Thomas called the cops on her. And there were too many servants around for her to jump him.
Sandra bowed to the inevitable. She surprised herself with her submissiveness. Maybe it was because the way the collar had felt was still in the back of her mind. Or maybe it was the strangeness of the situation. But whatever the reason, Sandra couldn’t make herself feel assertive. She just stood there and let the servants strip off her clothes and dress her like a doll. Her back was to the mirror, so she couldn’t tell what they were doing to her. One of the women dressed her, while the other applied makeup and hair dye. They finished by gluing something to the top of her head. When they were done, they turned Sandra around so that she could see the results of their work.
Sandra was astonished at what she saw. They had dressed her as a deer. She was wearing a catsuit covered with a thin layer of brown and white fur dappled with white spots. It clung to her skin, putting her athletic body on display. Her feet were clad in dark brown booties that resembled hooves. The tip of her nose had been painted brown, and her hair had been dyed slightly to match the suit. Subtle makeup had been applied to her eyes to make them look bigger, the eyes of a frightened animal in the presence of danger. And glued to the top of her head were two little antlers.
Sandra felt a sense of disassociation. She had always thought of herself as one of society's predators. But this costume made her feel more defenseless than if she’d been naked. Thomas was right. This was the way prey looked.
When she joined her host downstairs she felt oddly shy. Prison had ensured that Sandra was used to being stripped and seen naked, but the way Thomas stared at her in her tight costume made her feel vulnerable in a way that was foreign to her. He was dressed for the hunt and had an expensive looking tranquilizer gun in his hands. He was clearly eager to get started.
“You look great. Perfect. Are you ready to begin?”
Anxious to regain some control of the situation, she retreated to sarcasm.
“I think you forgot the tail. And isn’t it male deer that have antlers?”
“The tail comes later. As for the antlers, I couldn’t resist. They suit you. They look cute.”
That wasn’t what Sandra wanted to hear. “I am not cute.”
Thomas just smiled at her.
Sandra shrugged. She wasn’t going to win that argument. Not while she was wearing this ridiculous costume.
“So, how do we work this?”
“Simple. You go out those big glass doors, then across the back patio into the forest. You have a 15-minute head start. Try not to let me catch you until the sun goes down. That’s it.”
That seemed easy enough to Sandra. She didn’t have any more questions, and she wanted to get this over with. Without another word she left for the safety of the forest.
A few hours later Sandra felt like she was in pretty good shape. Thomas hadn’t found her yet. He wasn’t even close enough for her to hear him. Slowly she began to get her confidence back.
Maybe I can turn the tables on him, she thought. If I can jump him, this stupid game ends right now.
The thought pleased her. Sandra had always seen herself as someone who was not to be fucked with. The idea that she might outhunt the hunter and kick his pompous ass was delicious. She decided to wait. Once she heard Thomas coming she could set up an ambush.
After a few hours had gone by, Sandra began to get hungry. She wished that she could have brought some food with her. Then she saw it-an overgrown path leading to an apple tree.
Perfect! I can finally get something to eat. And maybe a branch I can use as a club…
Sandra threaded her way through the weeds until she reached the foot of the tree.
SNAP!
Something slammed shut around Sandra’s ankle. She looked down in surprise to see a humane variation of the classic bear trap- it had triggered when she stepped on it. In place of the usual sharp metal teeth, the jaws of the trap had a layer of tough rubber that held her leg firmly in place. Then Sandra saw the rest of it. The trap was chained to the tree. Which meant that Sandra was chained to t
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