A Good Hunt · Part 2 (2/2)
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he tree.
Her face turned red as she realized that she’d been caught by a baited trap just like a real animal. Sandra’s dreams of out-hunting the hunter, of proving her predatory nature had evaporated. Suddenly she was nothing more than a witless animal that had been defeated by the oldest trap in the book.
She struggled against the trap, but she wasn’t able to free her ankle, or to undo the metal chain that tethered her to the tree. She pulled at the jaws over and over again. Every time she moved the chain tinkled, mocking her, reminding her of her status as captured prey that had been too dumb to avoid falling for a simple trap. Eventually she wore herself out with her struggles and gave up. There was nothing to do, so she just sat and waited to be found, chained to the tree.
The sun turned to clouds, and the clouds to a light spring rain. The tree afforded little shelter, leaving Sandra shivering and cold in her thin costume. Eventually Thomas found her. Sandra looked up at him. She tried to say something defiant, but she felt too helpless and defeated to think of anything. Thomas didn’t say anything either. He just smiled and pointed his tranquilizer gun at the soft white belly of her costume. As she began to lose consciousness, the last thing she felt was Thomas’s hands on her body as he retrieved his prize…
Sandra didn’t know what chemicals were in that dart. But she spent the night having strange dreams that all had the feel of delirium about them. She dreamed that she was still at the apple tree. She was tethered to it by a simple rope tied around her neck. The tree was loaded with red apples that glowed like neon, and the grass was brilliant green in the circle around it. But outside of the circle was only darkness. And in the darkness were eyes. Sandra kept reaching her hand to her neck to untie herself so that she could flee. But every time she did she felt a hand stopping her. Over and over she heard a voice whispering the same sentence in her ear: “It’s safer here”.
Day 2
When Sandra came to the next morning, she was seated across from Thomas in a comfortable chair at the dining room table. He smiled at her.
“It was a good hunt yesterday.”
“Um, thanks, I guess.” Sandra shook her head to clear her thoughts. “You said when I lose a hunt there’s some kind of penalty. When does that happen? And what’s the penalty?”
Thomas chuckled. “I can answer both questions at once. You’re wearing your penalty.”
Sandra looked down at herself. She was wearing the same deer costume. Only- “My hands! What the fuck?”
Sandra’s hands were now covered with padded, fingerless gloves that resembled hooves.
“Is this really necessary, Thomas?”
“No. It’s very entertaining for me though.”
“I’ll bet, asshole!”
But in spite of her bravado, Sandra couldn’t make herself feel her usual level of confidence. She kept thinking about how she had spent much of the previous day wet and chained to a tree by her ankle, waiting for a man to catch her and take her to shelter.
A servant arrived with breakfast. Thomas had a large steak with a side of eggs placed before him. Sandra, on the other hand, got some sort of sugary granola mixture. It was served in a kind of shallow trough. She started to reach for her fork, only to realize that she wasn’t able to pick it up with her hooves. Her face turned red as she pawed helplessly at it. Thomas watched her humiliation with a faint air of amusement.
“I took the liberty of having something made that you could eat without having to use your hands. It’s quite nutritious.”
“Thanks, you're all heart.”
Sandra leaned over her granola and began to eat. She found breakfast to be…uncomfortable. Thomas was normally dressed, and tucked into his meat-heavy meal with enthusiasm. Sandra, on the other hand, was in her revealing costume grazing from a feeding trough. Afterwards Thomas took out a damp cloth and cleaned the food from her face. She wasn’t able to do it herself. The whole experience made Sandra feel small and vulnerable. She was relieved when it was all over and she could begin to make for the safety of the forest.
Sandra had given up on trying to attack Thomas. With the soft hooves that she wore over her hands she wasn’t able to put up any kind of a fight. The effects of her new handicap weren’t just physical, either. The hooves were a continual drain on Sandra’s confidence. It was hard for her to feel capable when she wasn’t even able to use a fork or wash her face. Sandra was painfully aware of how helpless she was. If Thomas caught her, there was nothing she could do to defend herself. Her only option was to copy the animal she was dressed as, to run like hell and hope that the hunter wouldn’t find her.
But that was more easily said than done. Thomas seemed to be doing a better job of tracking her today. She kept hearing the sounds of his pursuit from behind her. Sandra had to shake him somehow. The problem was that she wasn’t experienced at covering her tracks. Everywhere she went she left signs of her passing that Thomas, as an expert hunter, could read like a book.
Then Sandra saw the perfect opportunity. There was a tall chain link fence ahead of her with a gate. Beyond it was a small stream. If she walked downstream, she wouldn’t leave any tracks for Thomas to follow. This was her chance. Sandra sprinted as fast as she could to the gate. But when she got there she stopped dead-and stared at it in horror.
There was a latch on the gate. It wasn’t locked, but the hooves covering her hands made working it impossible. She was unable to open a door, just like any forest creature. Sandra pawed desperately at the gate like an animal. The rattling of the gate was a mocking reminder of her helplessness. She shook the gate over and over again, trying with all her strength to open it. She was still trying when Thomas caught up with her and put a dart in her ass. The last thing she remembered was Thomas wrapping his arms around her waist and draping his new catch over his shoulder to take home with him, the result of a successful day of hunting.
More dreams. Sandra was in a fenced-in pen with grass and leaves for grazing. The gate was wide open. Sandra rushed towards her chance at freedom, but then she stopped. On the other side of the gate she could see a crowd of people. They were all staring at her with undisguised malice. Sandra cowered. She was tame and they were wild. She needed to be protected. To her relief, the gate closed, trapping her in her pen. She heard a voice: “It’s safer here”.
Day 3
When Sandra came to the next morning she didn’t have to ask what new penalties she had received. She could feel them.
Sandra’s costume now had a cute little tail. Unfortunately, it was anchored by a buttplug that was thrust deep into her ass. The costume had also been altered to include a large dildo that filled her pussy. She wasn’t sure how it was made, but every time she moved the sensations were amazing.
“It was a good hunt yesterday,” said Thomas in a manner that suggested that there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Sandra glared at him across the dining room table.
“Get these plugs out of me!”
She had meant it as a demand, but it came out sounding more like a plea.
“That’s your penalty, you’re going to have to live with it.”
Sandra would have argued further, but she was afraid of being told no again. Of being reminded that she didn’t have a say over what happened to her. She tried to make light of things.
“Well, at least I can get some enjoyment out of the dildo.”
Thomas smiled. “Thanks for the flattery.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Both of the dildos are made from a mold taken from my penis. I’m glad I was able to give you some enjoyment.”
Sandra was mortified. Somehow that made the whole thing personal, a show of Thomas’s dominance over her. It was like she had been marked as his territory. She pawed at her crotch, trying to dislodge the dildos, but her hooves made that an impossible task. The exertion only made the plugs shift inside her, producing an involuntary gasp.
She noticed that Thomas was watching her struggles with amusement. She tried to change the subject, to take her mind, and his, off of his control over her.
“How am I supposed to run with these things stuffed in my ass and pussy?”
Thomas smirked. “That’s not my problem.”
“You said you wanted a good hunt!”
“Well, I don’t think it will make too much difference. You know, it’s amazing how much you act like the other animals I’ve hunted. It’s like you’re made to be my prey.”
Sandra didn’t know how to respond to that, so she stayed silent. Breakfast was even more humiliating today. The chair ground her new tail deeper into her ass. The only way she could sit comfortably was to get on her knees in her chair and put her hooves on the table while she ate from her trough. She bore an unfortunate resemblance to a pet trying to sneak food from her master’s table. Thomas ate well, but he kept staring at Sandra in a way that made her uneasy. She could tell that he was already thinking ahead to when he had won the game and she became his property.
The hunt started as usual. Thomas was close behind her today. He’d clearly learned all of her habits. Sandra fled through the woods, never able to rest. She found it increasingly difficult to keep from feeling like she’d already lost. Sandra had already been denied the use of her hands, making her as powerless as the animal she was dressed as. Every step she took drove the plugs deeper into her ass and pussy, a continual reminder of Thomas’s dominant role over her, and of the closeness of his victory. The feelings of humiliation and pleasure from the dildos were continual distractions, making it hard for her to plan intelligently. She found herself overwhelmed by primitive drives and emotions. Pleasure. Fear. Flight.
Thomas nearly had her. She was worn out, physically and emotionally. In one last desperate act, Sandra dived into a nearby pile of weeds and underbrush to hide. With any luck he’d go right past her. At least she’d get a chance to rest.
It nearly worked. But she didn’t count on the ants. There were little ants in the weeds where she was hiding. They kept crawling over her, and the feel of them on her body kept making her flinch. Every time she moved, so did her dildos. Sandra hadn’t gotten any sex in a long time, and she’d had those dildos grinding into her pussy and ass all day. With each passing moment she found it more and more difficult to control her lust.
Keep it together. Just keep it together. You just have to survive this one day.
Thomas stood almost on top of her, suspecting that she was hiding somewhere nearby.
An ant scurried across her leg. She flinched. The replica of Thomas’s member shifted inside of her. And with a soft, involuntary moan of pleasure, Sandra revealed herself. The game was over.
Thomas looked down at her and smiled.
“Mine.”
The Trophy
Sandra was still wearing the deer costume. Thomas had permanently glued it to her body, formalizing her new status. A helpless animal. Captured, and now tamed and domesticated.
Sandra was on her hands and knees behind the wall, her neck and head thrust through a wooden plaque. The hidden ring gag that had been glued into place forced Sandra’s lips into a surprised “O” shape that made her mouth permanently available. Like all of the other big game trophy heads mounted on the wall, Sandra, still crowned with her antlers, was something for Thomas to brag about to his friends.
“It was a good hunt, Steve, you should have seen it.”
“I wish I could get in on something like that.”
“Well, maybe next time I talk to the warden I could arrange for a larger prison break, a girl for each of us. That way you could get a trophy of your own.”
Thomas looked down at Sandra and ran his fingers through her hair.
“And you could get a little company.”
After Steve left, Thomas stood in front of her plaque and unzipped his trousers. Sandra gazed up at him submissively, her wide eyes and O-shaped mouth helping to create the impression of a meek animal that had been surprised while eating. A grass eater, perhaps, defenseless and easily frightened.
Sandra had learned to be enthusiastic about blow jobs. The touch of Thomas’s penis on the ring gag activated the vibrator that now filled her pussy. Like the dildo before it, the vibrator had been molded from Thomas’s member, a permanent reminder to Sandra that she was his property. The neck of Sandra’s suit had been modified to lower the volume of her voice, but the sounds as she orgasmed could still be faintly heard, the timid cries of an herbivore used to hiding. After Thomas had been satisfied he zipped up his pants.
Thomas took out a small bag from his pocket and poured some sugared berries into his hand. He held them under Sandra’s mouth. Her well-practiced tongue eagerly lapped them up then licked his hand clean.
He smiled indulgently and scratched his trophy behind her antler. Thomas leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“It’s safer here.”
A Good Hunt · Part 2 (2/2)
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