We hesitated about half a second to see if she was serious. She raised her right eyebrow just enough to make her point and we took off. I am sure it was quite a sight to see: fifteen stark naked men running full speed in different directions out the back of a building with dog collars on. I could only imagine.
A couple minutes into my run I found myself fairly deep into the woods. I had managed to avoid stepping on anything too rough or jagged, but was pretty tired from the sprint. As I bent over with my palms pressed to my knees I looked around for a place to hide. I had managed to distance myself from all but one of the others. Fortunately he seemed as determined to separate from me as I was to him. As I stepped towards a hill to my right he disappeared from sight in the other direction.
I knew I did not have much time left so I began to jog through the brush doing my best to keep from cutting myself. As I approached the hill I figured I must have at least a couple minutes to spare, so I thought I would get to higher ground and see what I could see. Once I got near the top I saw a stream on the other side and decided to head towards it with the idea that running through it might help hide my tracks.
Once I reached the stream I tested its temperature with my toes and discovered that it actually seemed to be warmer than the air around me. I could only assume that meant that it was fed from a hot spring somewhere upstream. As I stepped all the way in and headed down stream with the hill to my back in an effort to put an even greater distance between me and the main building, I discovered that not only was the stream warmer than expected, but deeper as well.
My original intention was to run down stream a ways and then emerge on the other side with the idea that the shallow water would hide my tracks from my would-be predators. Now that I discovered that the stream was both warm and nearly waist-deep in parts I determined to use it to hide.
I had traveled downstream approximately two hundred yards from where I stepped in when I happened upon a couple of downed trees near a deeper section of the stream. I waded my way over to them and began to push some brush around to make a small area for me to hide under when suddenly a loud siren went off. I could only assume that was the signal the ladies were waiting for in order to begin the pursuit. I wasted no further time and threw the few sticks I had gathered around the logs and took my place. So far it looked like my plan was going to work marvelously. I could sit comfortably in the warm running water and see out from the brush, but I was confident they would not be able to see me.
I sat there for who knows how long when I heard the sound of someone running towards me. As I looked to see who it was I saw one of the other men running desperately in my direction. I watched as he passed, with leaves and sticks flying, then dove behind a couple of large trees and struggled to catch his breath.
Seconds late I saw an ATV come around the near side of the hill with two women riding high obviously in search of their prey. Once they stormed past the hill they stopped abruptly near the edge of the stream and jumped from their ATV with the cleverly-disguised stun guns in hand.
Knowing that they must not be hunting me, but the man hiding less than 50 feet away from them, allowed me to relax and enjoy the show. I was impressed as the women slowly crept in the direction of the slave when they spotted the leaves and mud he had cast as he ran. It became brutally obvious that they had, in fact, taken the training and this competition seriously.
I watched as they quietly communicated with one another once they determined where his location should be. Then one of the hunters quietly snuck around back and waited behind a few small trees while her partner circle around to where he was hiding.
Sure enough, he took the bait. Just as the first woman got close enough to make him uncomfortable, he jumped from his position and ran straight to where the second hunter laid waiting.
BLAM!
I was startled by the sound of the stun gun. Not only did it look like a real rifle it sounded like one as well.
He went down hard and fast as the jolt hit him. I did not appear that it hurt him too bad, but it was definitely enough to knock him off his feet long enough for the women to overtake him.
What I witnessed next was nothing short of mind boggling. If I didn't know better I would swear these women did this professionally. In a matter of less than thirty seconds the first woman had zip-tied his feet together and then pulled his hands together up under his knees and zip-tied them together as well. This had the effect of completely immobilizing him in a fetal position.
While the first woman had bound his hands and feet the second reached into one of the pockets on her camouflaged cargo pants and pulled out a special tool and clipped the shock collar off from around his neck and put both the tool and the collar into her pocket. (The tool looked like a hand held version of those tag removers you see at department stores when they have to remove the security device from the leather jackets, high line purses or whatever else they have tagged them with.) Then from out of another pocket she pulled a folded-up burlap bag. She unfolded it and pulled it down over the slave's head and then with a flick of her wrist pulled the draw string on it tight enough to hold but not restrict his breathing. Then she pulled out a stake and plunged it through the loop of the drawstring into the ground. This held his head firmly in place while they added their finishing touches. Finally she pulled out a small tube of lubricant and squirted a generous amount on his asshole. The second she finished applying the lube to his ass the first woman mercilessly shoved a short tube into his ass and they forced him into a position that kept his knees and head down, but his ass straight up. After that, they slid a long rod into the tube with a little orange flag on one end. Finally the woman gave each other a celebratory high five and ran back to their All-Terrain Vehicle. Once there, one of the women reached under the seat, grabbed a flare gun and fired a shot into the air. After that the two women looked around a bit to see if there were any other opportunities around. Then they decided between themselves to return to the starting point where they would have plenty of tracks to work with. With that they started up their ride and drove away quickly.
Several minutes passed while I watched the captured slave wiggle in his humiliating and obviously uncomfortable position. Then I watched as four women, one of which was Helen, pulled up in a large ATV with a cage on the back. One of the women was carrying a clipboard and appeared to be writing down a myriad of information. The only fact I can say for certain that she wrote down was the number written on his back. I know this because I watched as she wiped some dirt and leaves off of him before she wrote it down.
Once she was done, a second lady removed the flag, rod, and tube from his ass. Then she unclipped the zip ties, pulled the stake from the ground, and told him to stand. Once he was on his feet she attached cuffs to his hands and locked them behind his back. She then attached cuffs to his ankles that had just enough slack to allow him to shuffle his feet as she led him slowly over to the vehicle. As they reached the ATV, Helen mocked the slave for being caught so easily and then taunted him for how small his dick was. (It was obvious the cold air had affected his penis, but that did not matter to them.) Then a couple of them flicked his cold and withered member a few times and laughed at his humiliation. Finally, they took him to the back of their ATV, pushed him into the cage, jumped back in their ride, and drove off. I was amazed by what I saw, but after all I had experienced in the last few weeks it was going to take more than that to really surprise me.
Over the next hour or two a few of the hunters came by the area where I was hiding, but none came close enough to concern me. For quite some time it appeared I had found the perfect hiding spot. Unfortunately, after sitting in the stream for that amount of time I began to get a bit uncomfortable. My legs began to cramp a bit and my skin was starting to wrinkle like a prune. It soon became apparent I was going to have to leave my location in search of dry ground where I might be able to stretch my legs a bit.
After a couple more minutes had passed and I felt confident that the area around me was vacant of any threat I crab-walked backward up the edge of the stream wall towards the back corner of the property. Once I was clear of the brush that had earlier served as my fortress I took one more quick look around before standing to my feet. I quickly but quietly pranced away from the stream towards some very large trees near the border. I figured with as many hunters I had seen already search that area the odds were fairly good they would not be back before the time was through.
When I reached the large oak trees nestled close together in a tight V-shape I knew I had found another good spot. I took a few seconds to stretch my leg muscles a bit before I settled into the small clearing of grass at the base of the trees. Just as I was about to sit a stiff breeze blew across me and I was soon reminded how warm the stream had been and how the water clinging to my skin accentuated the coldness of the air around me. I swear I could have cut glass with my nipples and my normally impressive cock seemed to be looking for warmth within me. I gave my dick a quick tug to straighten it out a little then found my place on the cold hard ground.
