Manhunt

This is a BDSM and fetish story about a young man who allows himself to be hunted, enslaved and bred. The story is about submission to beautiful, sexy, and very rich women, who are not ashamed of their bodily functions, and who use their sweat, piss and period blood for sexual entertainment and humiliation. In part two, incest will play a major part. If these topics repel or disgust you, there are many other stories to choose from.

I logged out and closed the laptop. The first grade had appeared; it was an A, and that was the most difficult course this semester. That was good. No, it was better than good; it was necessary. There was no way I could afford to study mathematics at Harvard without the stipend, and the stipend required good grades.

I left my room. I was not the type to celebrate wildly, but I sure deserved a relaxing afternoon. I walked outside, without a clear aim, but soon discovered that I was approaching the library - not the university library, the public one. Not a bad idea, actually. I could check out a good book and find a cafe with outdoor seating, where I could read while indulging a good cake and a coffee.

At the library, I naturally gravitated towards the young adult section. Many of my peers would rather break an arm than admit that they still read YA. I did not give a fuck. When reading for fun I read for fun, not to appear intellectual. I checked my favorite authors for new titles, to no avail. Then I saw one of the featured books, an old one by Riordan: The Red Pyramid. I had already read it, but remembered it as good. And quite frankly, there is nothing as relaxing as rereading a good book.

"I recommend it, it's one of his best," a voice said.

I turned around and saw a middle-aged woman.

"Thank you," I said, and began to walk away.

"You must be Simon Ford, I would very much like to speak with you," the woman continued. "I am Marianne Huxley, by the way. I assumed you would be coming here after getting your grade, so I took the liberty of booking one of the meeting rooms."

This was a bit creepy. How could she know? Had she been spying on me? I considered making a fast retreat, but then what was the worst that could happen? A multi-level marketing scam? I had never heard of young men being raped by middle-aged women in libraries, so I nodded and followed her to the meeting room.

"Well, Simon, you are quite a remarkable young man. You got top grades at the winter exams, and now you are acing it again. You have a sharp mind. And you are quite athletic, if you trained a bit harder you might qualify for an athlete's stipend."

I nodded. "I've thought about it. That would mean a career as a professional athlete, with mathematics as a hobby. I could be a decent athlete, perhaps even a good one, but never world-class. I would much rather be a top mathematician who runs in his spare time."

"That's wise. You are also a healthy young man. People get old in your family, and stay healthy for a long time. And there is no history of mental illness, either. You have what people jokingly call very good genes."

"Okay," I said, not quite liking where this was going.

"My point is this. I know some very affluent women, who would be willing to pay quite a lot for your genes, for you to father their children."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I am not interested in contributing to your elite sperm bank."

"Oh, but the women I talk about are not into sperm banks. They would want to be fertilized the natural way."

"No way. I would much rather be a mathematician than a gigolo. Forget it."

I got up to leave and was almost at the door when she spoke again.

"A million dollars, Simon Ford. A million dollars."

I slowly turn around. "No-one in her right mind would pay a million dollars to fuck me. There must be some serious catch here that you haven't told me about."

"Of course there is a catch. Quite a major catch, actually. Come back, and let me tell you about it. But first I would like to tell you about our bail-out policy.

"You won't earn a million dollars just in one go, of course. You will earn it bit by bit. And at any time you can leave; you will not earn anything more, but you can keep everything you've gotten so far. For example, the first day will start with an introductory briefing. Attending it will earn you the first twenty thousand dollars. If you leave right after the briefing I will be upset and angry, and my customers will be very disappointed, but you will keep the twenty grand. Of course, if I thought there was any risk you would quit that early we would not be having this conversation."

I had been standing halfway between the door and the meeting table. She pointed at my chair, and I returned to it.

"So, the catch. And the million dollars. It's actually a bit more, there are bonuses like the 20 grand I just mentioned in addition to the million dollars. Well, we have this mansion with a large park around it. You will meet here for the briefing, then you will undress and then be released naked into the parkland. You'll get an hour's head start, then the women will be let out."

"How many?"

"How many women? Oh, ten to fifteen. But don't worry, only the one who catches you gets to fuck you. And they'll want some sport, so to motivate you to avoid being caught there is a bonus. Ten grand for every six hours you remain uncaught. You can probably hold out for a few days. The hunt will be paused for an hour every morning and every evening, and a drone will bring you food. And you will get seven hours of rest during the night, when the hunt is paused. At least the first two nights, if you remain free for that long we need to make it harder.

"Once a woman catches you..."

"How is she supposed to catch me? Just touch me, tackle me, or what?"

"You'll get those kinds of details at the initial briefing."

"If you don't want to tell me now, it's because you assume that I'd bail out if you gave me time to think about it."

She smiled. "Maybe. But mainly because we need to show you stuff to explain it. Anyway, that is how it is. You get the practical info at the briefing. Let me continue.

"Once a woman catches you, she gets to fuck you right then and there. That will earn you another twenty grand. And only then does the million come into play. She will take you home, and you will live with her. For a year. You will have sex with her whenever she wants, however she wants, within reason, of course. And you can still bail out, you will have earned one 365th of a million per day you have stayed. That is..."

"Three thousand dollars, give or take. I can do math," I interrupted her. I felt a bit inclined to be rude.

"Yes." If I was annoying her, she hid it well. "If you succeed in making her pregnant you will earn an extra hundred thousand as a bonus. And if you do it so early in the year that you are still with her when the child is born, another hundred thousand. In any case, the catch is that the child is not yours. You will have no rights as a father, nor any duties. No alimony, no visiting rights. And if you fuck any of her friends and make them pregnant, the same applies. What do you say to this?"

"I'll essentially be her sex slave for a year. How old are these women?"

"Well, the youngest will be in their mid twenties, your own age. The oldest will be in their early forties, but they are less likely to catch you."

"And what about my studies, can I continue following classes?"

"No. But you can get leave for a year without giving any reason beyond 'personal matters'. I suggest you do that."

"I'll lose my stipend, if I do that."

"And how much money is your stipend?"

I nodded, she had a point there. I sat for a while without saying anything.

"Fuck me, I have to think about this!" I bursted out.

"Of course, but not for too long. I need your answer within 48 hours, otherwise I have to find another candidate. Here is my card, call me. And please keep everything I said confidential. Not that anyone would believe you, but I still do not want any rumors."

I nodded, and we left the meeting room. I went home without checking out the novel, and sat for a while in a chair, considering her offer. It was utterly absurd, of course. After an hour, I said "Fuck it!" and picked up my phone. I called Haley, my sister. She was a year younger than me, and had just been admitted to the local community college in the anthropology program. We had always been rather close, and I needed to discuss this with somebody. And she had always been the wild one, if anyone would understand it would be her.

At least Haley did not laugh. But she did think it was insane, and most likely some kind of scam or hoax. But we could not see what they would gain.

And talking to Haley made me realize what I wanted to do. I would sleep on it, and then I would call Marianne Huxley the next day. And I would probably accept.

--- ooOoo ---

Three weeks later, I was waiting at the curb at 8 AM, as instructed. I was wearing practical clothes and good running shoes. I did not know if I would be allowed to keep the shoes on, or if naked meant barefoot. In that case, I would be at a significant disadvantage. Not that it really mattered, it was just a question of how long it would take them to catch me.

A Tesla pulled up, and the driver held the door while I got in. We drove for more than two hours, leaving the city for more thinly populated areas. Finally, we reached a large mansion with a wall around the grounds. A gate opened as we approached, and we pulled up before the stately stairs leading into the mansion, which was located on a low hill overlooking the surrounding parkland. Marianne met me at the top of the stairs, and led me in. I could hear voices coming from upstairs, but she led me to a meeting room on the ground floor. As we entered the room, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

"You just got a notification, check it out," Marianne said.

I looked at the phone, it was a pop-up from my home banking app. Twenty thousand dollars had just been deposited to my account.

"I was supposed to pay you after the briefing, but you have not come all this way to bail out before listening to me. So as a gesture of good will, I have made the transfer now. Let's start the briefing with this map."

She led me to a large map of the grounds surrounding the mansion.

"We are here, this line is the wall surrounding our land. You are not allowed to cross the wall, doing so is paramount to quitting, and you forfeit any future payment. It you want to quit, just say so, that is easier than jumping the wall."

The mansion was located in one end of its rather large land, near the road and the entrance gate. Most of the area was on the back side of the mansion, and looked more wild.

"Here near the house, it is open parkland with solitary trees and lawns. Further back, it becomes wilder and more natural. Hear at the back, the land even becomes a bit hilly, and a small stream cuts through our land here."

She points at the map.

"After the briefing I will give you half an hour or so to study the map. Memorizing the main features might be advantageous. But for now, please come over here and sit down.

"So, at noon you will be released into the lands, naked. Today, there are fourteen hunters, all women of course, and they will be released at 1 PM. Their task is to catch you, your task is to give them as much sport as possible by avoiding capture for as long as possible."

I nod, "And this leads back to the question you did not answer last time. What constitutes a capture? Do they..."

"They have to shoot you," she said with a grin, and pulled a strange looking gun from a drawer. "With this one. It shoots darts like this one."

She held out a small dart, it had a point and a flat disk 1/4 inch behind the tip.

"It will penetrate your skin, but the disk will stop it. It will hurt, of course, but not much worse than getting a vaccination. Now the dart contains a toxin, and a small ball that pushes forward as the dart stops when it hits you, injecting the toxin. Don't worry, it is not dangerous, but it will paralyze you. One shot is not enough to paralyze a grown man like you, it will require a second hit, or maybe even a third. The toxin only affects the skeletal muscles, not your breathing, nor your heart, so it may be unpleasant but not dangerous. Also, it affects your head less, so you may still be able to speak.

"When she fires the gun, it will block for a minute, so she has to continue chasing you and get a second shot in to catch you a minute later. But it will also makes an electronic banshee wail that can be heard a mile away. That will attract all the other hunters, which is bad news for her, as one of the others may get you instead. And bad news for you, for the same reason. So avoid getting shot even the first time.

"Also, the first shot will not paralyze you, but it may slow you down. But if you escape her, then your body will have cleared the toxin in an hour or so. Is it clear so far?"

"Yes. I don't like it, but..."

"But we pay you well. Very well indeed. Remember in addition to the million dollar you get for being a sex slave for a year, we pay a bonus for every six hours you remain at large during the hunt.

"Anyway, you will be out there for a while, and will need food and water. You will wear this smartwatch, it has a GPS and will constantly transmit your position to me. At seven PM it is dinner time, half an hour before dinner the hunters will be called back to the mansion, then at seven a drone will fly out to you carrying food and dinner. You have half an hour to eat, then at seven thirty your GPS coordinates are given to the hunters. At eight, they are let out from the mansion, so you have half an hour to put some distance between you and your dinner site.

"At seven AM, we follow the same procedure for breakfast, a drone arrives, breakfast ends at seven thirty, and at eight the hunters are released, with your GPS coordinates from half an hour earlier.

"Now for the first two nights, you get to rest from 11 PM until breakfast. The hunt will be paused, and you get to sleep out there if you can. The smartwatch will wake you at seven. We hope you can last for at least 24 hours, hopefully more, but eventually we have to force a finish. So after the second breakfast we make it more difficult. Now the hunters will be informed of your GPS coordinates every hour. The first time with thirty minutes delay, an hour later with 29 minutes delay, etc. Eventually, they will get your instantaneous position every hour. And after the first two nights, we will no longer call of the hunt off for the night. Some of the hunters will need sleep, but they will nap at different times, when they find it most advantageous. You will have to keep running, as they get your position every hour.

"But I'll be surprised if you last that long. Sooner or later, a lady is going to get withing range and shoot you. And then... well, I did not mention the interesting side effect of the toxin. A part from paralyzing you, it will give you an erection, lasting for an hour or a bit more. That was what gave us the idea for all this. It will make it easier for her to rape you. Once she has fucked you, you will get that bonus as well, and we will pick you up. When you have recovered from the toxin, she can take you home and have fun. Any questions?"

"Yes, will I only get two meals a day? And what about water?"

"Yes, only two meals a day, but they will be nourishing. And there will be water bottles, you can carry some of them with you and stash for later, if you want."

"OK"

"Now, once you are claimed by a woman, you become her sex slave. The main purpose is to get her pregnant, but she pays to have fun with you, too. But there are limits. She is not allowed to draw blood or cause damage to your body, neither permanent nor temporary. In addition, I have a list of things you may veto. However, you cannot choose them all, I'll only allow a very limited number."

She gives the list to me. It starts with 'Forced sex with other women' and 'Forced sex with other men', and continues with a long list of BDSM-like stuff.

"Where is 'all of the above'?" I ask.

She did not seem amused. "Figure out your priorities, and tell me the most important ones first. I'll stop you when you have no more slots left."

I looked at the list again, and made up my mind.

"One: Inflict severe pain or torture. I don't want that!"

She nods, and ticks it off on her own list.

"Two: Forced sex with other men."

"Three: Scat-play. That is just too gross."

She nods again, clearly agreeing.

"Four: Inflict moderate pain."

"Five: Period play."

"Sorry," she said, "but you are out of options. You only get the first four."

"Yuck. OK. I had a few more, but I can probably live with that."

"Otherwise, your safe-word is the word 'safe-word'. Say it twice, and she will stop what she is doing. Then you can together decide if you want to quit permanently, or just stop that activity. This is important, you can always stop her, or even quit all together. Remember your safe-word is 'safe-word'!"

"That is all for now. Please undress, then you have half an hour to study the map."

"May I keep my shoes?"

"No."

I stripped naked, and went to the map. Then, shortly before noon Marianne led me to the doors on the back of the mansion, and I was led out into the grounds. Naked, wearing only a black smartwatch.

--- ooOoo ---

I assumed fourteen women were carefully watching me from the windows, so I followed the plan I made when looking at the map. Instead of heading for the closest trees, I stayed in the open land as I ran as far away as I could, letting the women clearly see my course as I ran more or less along the center line of the park. Eventually, the open parkland ended, and I entered the woods. The best hiding places were obviously ahead and to the right, where the creek ran through the hunting grounds. So I turned sharply left instead, seeking out the denser undergrowth in the more wilder rear half of the hunting grounds. I had been told that there were no thorny bushes, and no poison ivy, but I still disliked how the twigs and undergrowth touched my naked body as I forced my way into a dense region of bushes.

Soon it was 1 PM, and the girls must have been leaving the mansion. A few would assume that I had been fancy, and had let them see me run for so far because I planned to turn around and hide near the mansion. But that would have worked badly for me, there were many trees there, but little undergrowth apart from the rhododendron bushes. Most of the girls would search here at the back, where all the good hiding places were. And while most would look first near the creek, nowhere would be safe. So I buried myself halfway in old leaves, hidden below a dense bush.

Three times I heard somebody move nearby. Three times I laid as still as humanly possible, and almost held my breath. Three times they moved on. The fourth time I was less luck, I could hear her begin to search the bushes I was hiding in. I prepared to jump up and run, hoping she would miss her shot; then I should be able to outrun her. But then a loud electronic noise was heard, almost like a siren, from the direction of the creek. Somebody had fired her gun - at a shadow, or at another hunter? It did not matter, she immediately abandoned her search and ran in direction of the noise. Not far away, I could hear another woman run in the same direction.

I waited perhaps ten minutes, then I abandoned my hiding place, suspecting that she would come back to finish her search. It was only mid afternoon, it would be hours before I would get my dinner break. I sneaked through the forest, constantly looking and listening for the women who were hunting me. When I found a small clearing, I feared to enter it. But some kind of plant was growing there, more than a foot high, with yellow flowers and broad leaves. It did not look like much of a hiding place, but so much the better if it worked. I slowly walked in between the plants, careful not to leave an obvious trail. Then I laid down, hoping the plants would hide me.