The Hunt - March/April

[Pat Riarchy]

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Just a few moments ago the sky had been blue and clear. Now it had opened up like someone had turned on a faucet. Great, heavy sheets of rain that were only barely above freezing. It almost instantly set Kayla to shivering, her clothes plastered to her body, blonde hair sticking to her head and draping over her eyes. She glanced up at the sky bitterly, then twisted her wrist to look at the small screen implanted there. Anywhere else in the world it would allow her to access the net, to play movies, to put in a request for a weather change. Here it just displayed 00:00:57. She knew what the rain was for. It was to drive her to shelter, to try to make a fire. Something that pinned her in place and made her visible to the hunters. With only, twisting her wrist again, 56 minutes left in the hunt they were stacking the deck as much as possible against her. Against them, though for all she knew all her fellow “contestants” had been taken already.

It’s a simple game she plays, sign up and sign away all your rights and have a chance at winning enough cash to live. All upward mobility had been taken away by increasing wealth hoarding, most jobs had been eliminated by artificial intelligence. The governments to prevent mass uprising had instituted Basic. Food and drugs provided for free. Just enough to survive. Quite literally bread and circuses for the masses. If you wanted more, tough shit. You couldn’t get it. At least not without a major risk. Risk your life. Risk your freedom. Agree to The Hunt. Survive out there with rich idiots after you and you got enough cash to become one yourself. Kayla hated just existing, Still she knew The Hunt was a rigged game, and she had resisted its’ siren song as long as she could. But fuck it There was more to life than drifting along ina muddled haze. She needed more. Wanted more.

At the time, it seemed fine. You sign up and take your chances. That was before she had been outside for almost 4 days now. Hunger, thirst and exposure whittling away at her strength. At her resolve. The occasional scream piercing through the woods that had been set up for this hunt. She didn’t know which were worse, the quick ones that cut off in the middle, or the ones that lasted. The wealthy that came here were not all the same. Some wanted to kill because they barely saw the poor as human, and others wanted to enslave. Because they got off on the power. She hadn’t missed that every single person in her group was young and pretty. Whether male or female they looked like they could have stepped off the pages of a magazine, back when those things were done by humans and not images cooked up in a computer to appeal to the maximum number of people.

Kayla shivered, but she kept moving. Kept her hands rubbing over her body. Trying to keep warm but really just succeeding in moving the water around. In making the palms of her hands as cold as the rest of her. She felt her strength sapping. Wanting desperately to find something with a roof to stay out of the rain. But she couldn’t do that. That’s what the rain was for. To guide everyone to places where the hunters knew they would be. Kayla didn’t know if anyone was left in this Hunt besides her, but she knew she would not make it to the end if she acted stupidly. So she placed one foot in front of the other and plodded. Not staying in one place because she figured that would give the sadistic bastards a chance to send a bolt of lightning down to the tree she was under. She did not want to lose to that.

Her shoes, simple sneakers, were fine for city walking. On concrete they have enough traction to move in the worst conditions and drainage meant water never got above the soles. Out here they were a bad joke. Slipping on the ground constantly she would stumble and fall. Having to catch herself again and again. Getting up each time was harder. The rain and the mud made her skin numb. Stole all feeling from her. Deadened her thoughts. Killed her senses. Between that and the rain her world had been reduced to about a one foot circle extending from her body. Anything could be out there and she would not notice.

Anything was out there, and she did not notice. Her next stumble did not seem strange to her. Legs collapsing and sending her to her knees. It was only when her hands did not move to brace herself but instead slid behind her back of their own accord did she realize anything was wrong. Her blue eyes danced around desperately, only finally noticing the dart sticking in her thigh. Damn, she must be really numb to not notice the override dart slamming into her. It pumped directly into her body. Taking control of her nerves and muscles. Her body would not, could not, respond to her desire to get up and run. She just stayed on her knees. Her mouth did not respond to her desire to scream. Instead forming itself into a perfect O.

She heard squelching footsteps to her right. She tried to turn her head to look but that did not happen. Her eyes strained to take them in but she couldn’t Just a shape. And a cruel chuckle. “Move the rain off this sector.” And it did. Kayla was still freezing, still wet and still covered in mud. But it seemed like the hunter didn’t want to have to deal with all of that while he raped her. She knew it was going to be rape because of her position. Her mind was screaming at her body to get up, to run, to throw a punch, hell to even whimper. But nothing. She was locked out of her own nerves, they were his plaything.

“I was worried that I wouldn’t get something this Hunt. Too many of you this year were cowards. Huddling close to the starting point. Culled and claimed within hours” He is talking more to himself than to her. He didn’t see her as a person. How could he, he has as much control over her now as any piece of property he owned. Here eyes went up, trying to see him but couldn’t. He was close enough that his chest formed a wall. Maybe a few bits of nose and chin were visible. Nothing that would make him a human. As faceless as the society that crushes people and sends them here.

His hands gripped the sides of her head, and she noticed how dry they were. Pouring rain for hours and he was as dry and warm as if he had been inside all day. Her mind latching onto this random thoughts because she did not want to face what was right in front of her. Hs cock, with its massive, mushroom head coming straight for her mouth. She tried to think of other things as it scraped along her tongue. Tried to distract herself as she felt her lips coming down to seal around the shaft. Wanted to leave as it entered her throat. She panicked then because she could not breathe. And he did not seem to care. Even though he did not need to he held onto her head to keep it perfectly still while he pumped his disgusting cock in and out of her mouth.

He was grunting like an animal, enjoying it. And she gagged and choked. Her throat being abused and constantly plugged. She drooled, the warmth of it running over her chin and down onto his balls. He seemed to like it. Since his breath switched and he went a little faster. Tears leaked out of her eyes, forced out by the constant loss of air from each time he went forward. That is what she told herself, she was not crying because she had lost. This was a purely physical reaction. Not weakness over losing.

His thumb moved. Jabbing over her eye and causing her pain. She hated him, she hated him more than she had ever hated anyone. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t resist and he moved his hand there just to hurt her. It was sick. It was disgusting. She clutched to that hatred to focus on something other than his shaft sliding over his tongue. She did not want to think about how she could taste his precum there. How he was leaking into her mouth and from his quickening breath was getting closer and closer to cumming. She tried to focus on that hate and not the pain, not how light headed she felt from not being able to know when her next breath would come.

There was a flood, a warm rush down her throat. And she was gagging and choking even more. Her body spasmed and coughed. She would have collapsed if she had control over herself. Instead of his damn override telling her to stay here. In case he wanted to use her throat again. She felt him grab a hunk of her hair and use it to wipe her drool and his cum off of his cock. And without a word he turned and walked away. Five seconds later, Kayla was on her feet, following. Like a robot, she did not have a choice. She was his now. She had lost. She had been Hunted

[Shocker]

I liked what you did with this. There is a god awful movie “the hunt club”, if you don’t know it don’t seek it out. Your story is making better use of the premise, blending in a bit of Stephen King’s running man.

The science fiction aspect of your story is something I thoroughly enjoyed. Both as a setting and technological opportunities, that overriding dart brilliantly solves the question, why does she not fight more and bites. A story that actively addresses this is always has a plus in my book.

[RapeU]

This has a Hunger Games type of feel with it only with rape and no death. I see potential future stories coming out of this, if you choose to go that route.

[Lucius]

This has a Hunger Games type of feel with it only with rape and no death. I see potential future stories coming out of this, if you choose to go that route.

I suppose throwing in rapes wasn't really an option for Collins and Hollywood. Well, looks like we have Hunger Sex Games of our own now!

[Pat Riarchy]

I liked what you did with this. There is a god awful movie “the hunt club”, if you don’t know it don’t seek it out. Your story is making better use of the premise, blending in a bit of Stephen King’s running man.

The science fiction aspect of your story is something I thoroughly enjoyed. Both as a setting and technological opportunities, that overriding dart brilliantly solves the question, why does she not fight more and bites. A story that actively addresses this is always has a plus in my book.

Thank you I usually use a ring or spider gag as the answer to the why doesn't she bite on the cock invading her mouth but for the techno-dystopia vibe I was going for something controlling felt a better fit

[Pat Riarchy]

This has a Hunger Games type of feel with it only with rape and no death. I see potential future stories coming out of this, if you choose to go that route.

I had plans, or at least fantasies, of other girls in their own Hunts. Some where the Hunter doesn't use tech and there is more fight, follow up stories of life in slavery, Hunting Packs, etc.