Zack was feeling the heat in the desert outside of Las Vegas. He was garbed in traditional paintball battle uniform and accessories: light-weight desert tan camouflage, his safety goggles perched on the brim of his helmet and high laced combat boots. He fingered the grip on his replica military rifle that dispensed embarrassment rather than death. His game-time challengers wore somewhat less and carried no weapons. This would never pass as officially sanctioned warfare training. The secretive clique of female NCOs from nearby Nellis AFB found the clandestine competition amusing. This aerobic workout was their favorite weekend pastime. They would try to elude and evade capture while a guest tutor like Zack hunted them in the rugged desert scrub terrain. The last girl to survive unmarked was declared the winner. Losers were her toadies for the remaining weekend. The triumphant hunter became the focus of the erotic penances. Discarded garb were his trophies and mementos of the fun weekend.
The rules were quite simple. If Zack splatted a girl with his paintball gun, she removed the sullied clothing article and returned to the base camp corral to await adjudication at the end of the chase. It was a friendly competition not requiring referees. Terrain boundaries for the contest were respected; they consisted of a few fenced acres near the center of a vast private ranch. Paint splattered clothing provided evidence of hit-or-miss. Cheating got the violator a few months of 'time-out' from the weekly pastime until she decided to play fair.
Zack needed three successful shots on the girls to complete the course. The girls wore tight white tank-tops, neon colored gym shorts and running sandals. Zack checked his ammunition supply. He was a good shot but these were wily females. He was allowed to return to base for more ammo but that wasted time. He looked up at the early morning sun, already baking the ground. Water would be the key.
Zack checked his watch and signaled the start. The female prey sprinted off. The rough ground absorbed the tread of their footwear. Zack's eyes absorbed the delightful scene of four sets of bouncing butts and boobs. He headed off on a different path towards the water station situated near a high outcrop. That would be his stand.
Zack settled in next to the water tank on the rise. Zack stood on top of the small tank and scanned over the 360 view of the countryside. There was movement on all sides. He spied furtive glimpses of neon orange, green, blue and yellow as the girls skittered through brush breaks and leaf openings. The girls were spread out in the broken vegetation rather than clinging to the edges of the game zone. Zack checked his paintball gun again to be sure it was ready.
There was a flash on Zack's right as a girl tried to sweep by and grab some water. He swung around and shot from the hip. The flying paintball splattered the back of the retreating quarry as she tried to sprint away. She stopped and removed her stained top, acknowledging her exit from this phase of the game. She grabbed a water bottle and bobbled off to the assembly area. An hour passed without another sighting. Zack stretched his tense muscles and decided to change tactics.
Zack slinked in a slow spiral, stalking further from the water tank on the knoll. As he crept through the underbrush, he spied a patch of green neon against the brown on brown backdrop. The girl was crawling on all fours beneath a sagebrush clump, warily watching the water tank knoll as Zack stealthily approached from her 6 o'clock. He aimed and scored a direct on her gym-short covered ass. The girl bounded up at the shock of the impact. Zack grinned wide as he assumed order-arms with his paint rifle. The apprehended female boldly faced Zack as she slid her shorts off her hips and exposed her shaved pussy. Then she walked casually back to join the other losing game player at the assembly area.
There were two quarries left and Zack needed to bag one more to finish this part of the game. The sun was high in the sky and Zack tried another scenario. Rather than sneaking about, he would now flush them out like harried rabbits. He began tramping loudly through the underbrush, wandering off the path, stomping out likely hiding places. A sudden burst of sound and color surprised him but he recovered and fired off a quick shot. It flew wide of the running figure. He paused to gather his breath and calmness. Renewed, he turned back to the path. A twig snapped.
Zack stopped. At a distance, one young woman was slowly stepping through an opening, moving left to right. Zack took his time, carefully lining up an extreme but doable long shot. He squeezed the trigger. He saw the ball arc out and impact on the side of her cotton covered boob. She yelped and clutched her breasts. Zack pumped his arms in the air to celebrate his third and final trophy of the morning. He walked to her as she stripped off the top. Together, they examined her fleshy chest mass; kneading and turning the soft flesh as they looked for damage. There was none. Zack and his final mark strolled together to the assembly area.
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The fourth contender had witnessed Zack's final shot and hurried ahead to the assembly area. She was still dressed in her field uniform of top, shorts and shoes; her clothing unmarred. Her survival of Zack's paintballs gave her the honored position of Mistress for the remainder of the weekend. She greeted the hunter escorting his third and final quarry.
"Zack, I'm Sarah. I am an Air Police non-com. I am also now your special hostess and the Mistress for the Day over these bitches. Let me put this last one away. Then we will begin the punishment party." She motioned for the topless woman to follow. "Come along, loser."
Sarah was good at her military job, trained equally to handle inebriated and unruly enlisted men or testosterone laden, horny officers. That often involved physical restraint, first hands only bodily tactics and then shackles and confinement as necessary. Wrist locks, choke-holds, bondage, jail cells or cages; there were just tools to Sarah.
Sarah had already begun the preparations for the next phase of the weekend. The previous two captives were secured in pens in the holding area. Sarah handcuffed the remaining topless female and pushed her into the last vacant cage. The three losers were now ready for Zack and Sarah to dole out their penances.
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Sarah posed Zack before the wire cage containing the first captive. Sarah had handcuffed the girl before placing her topless in her cage. The female squatted in the low cross barred box, her paint splattered tank top hanging above it, signaling that she had been spotted and blotted by Zack during the field portion of the game. She would be the first to service Zack.
"Zack, this is Aria. She is an overworked Air Traffic Controller and needs your help to maintain her voice at optimum performance. She doesn't talk much off-duty; she likes to give her voice a needed rest. Aria yearns for regular doses of masculine balm to soothe her overused throat. Don't you, sweetie?"
Airman Anna nodded without speaking. Her technical specialty required her to project the clout of command. Her flight path orders in the congested Las Vegas air space were to be obeyed. No one wanted a close call or something even worse. Yet her voice was also melodious, calming to a nervous pilot with mechanical trouble or dwindling fuel reserves. She was expected to exude confidence and land her flock of metal birds safe and sound. Zack watched Aria impassively wet her lips. Zack was ready and willing to aid Aria's oral fitness regimen.
Sarah reached around and worked Zack's belt and zipper, dropping his pants and exposing his manhood. She patted Zack's ass to shuffle him forward. His cock hung almost touching the cage at Aria's eye level. Aria leaned forward, pressing her face into one of the large square frames created by the cage's metal strands. Her extended tongue tip slipped under Zack's V and bounced it gently. Zack's meat stiffened and his erection levered to stand horizontal. Aria followed its progress with her tongue, fostering more stimulation, slathering onward to her weekly throat therapy session.
When Zack was semi-solid, Aria opened her lips and pulled the fount of her vital tonic well inside her oral receptacle. She sucked deep, putting a hard vacuum on the prick that was filling her gullet. She bobbed softly, swiveling her face around the meat axle. Her tongue, cheeks, tonsils and lips cooperated in a passion of stimulus. She was a proficient practitioner and acted out her best moves. Zack perused Aria's swinging bob-cut hair and the large hoop earrings, noticing her rear bound fists flexing in time to her exertions. Her tits swayed in lazy orbits beneath her tilted chest.
Zack's hands clenched the metal bars spanning the top of Aria's pen. He widened his stance for stability. He was leaning on the cage, bracing his body aloft to offset his wilting knees. Zack's hips bucked in counter-rhythm to Aria's movements. This first time of the weekend would generate a massive volume of cum for Aria's benefit.
Zack's breathing was becoming labored. He concentrated on the mouth surrounding his dick. But there was something else happening. Zack felt Sarah's hand sliding up his inner thighs. Her hand cupped his scrotum then slid back. Her fingers fluttered his balls as her thumb rimmed then pressed his anus. Zack reared up on tiptoes to evade the questing digit but Sarah was persistent. She tunneled in until she felt Zack's prostate gland.
Aria felt Zack buck and heard the change in his respiration. Having learned the telltale signs from her previous benefactors, she knew his end was near and she would soon receive the desired elixir. Zack cried out and Sarah pressed his prostrate, determined to expel Zack's total available load. At the right moment, Aria took a deep breath and centered his knob on her tongue. Her closed mouth sucked one long hard pull. Aria felt the first semen pulse on her tongue and warmed with joy. She needed all the fluid she could get. She continued the vacuum as the next five large ropes flooded her oral cavity and then finally eased off the suck as the flow finished.
Aria felt Zack's body unwind as he regained his wilting legs. She let his softening cock withdraw from her lips, hoarding the precious liquor in her mouth. She swished it around her teeth and gums. Tilting back, she gargled with the juice, coating her tonsils. She returned her flushed face to rest at level and waited patiently. Zack watched her solicitous activities. He surveyed the naked Aria, wrists bound, mouth filled with his cum, respiration lifting and lowering her creamy breasts. He gave the wanted command.
"You may swallow."
