Chapter 16 - Hide and Seek
Yorotani Island - Ruined Village, The Hunting Grounds
Evie hadn't seen the point in running. She knew the drill. The hunters could be coming from any direction, and using any means to ensnare the prey. It wasn't hopeless, she thought, just unlikely that she'd end up being one of the lucky winners.
Despite all her time on the island she wasn't intimately familiar with the hunting grounds themselves. Most of the time she was too busy just to go on the sort of hikes that might lead her here, and even if she wasn't she'd never been the sort of outdoor type that enjoyed that kind of thing. Her downtime was normally spent at the staff apartments, swimming in the staff pool, sunbathing just enough to add a pleasant glow to what might otherwise be pale skin.
The Hotel Yorotani had always demanded a high standard of beauty from its female staff, as well as a high level of knowledge. She knew the clientele by sight, she knew what they expected, the food they wanted, the girls they liked to fuck, and the girls they wanted to punish. She suspected she'd make at least one or two of those lists, but as she hadn't been at the showcase she was hoping she could slip by without most people even knowing she was here.
She'd made her way so far down alongside the bed of a stream, moving from bank to bank every so often to try and break her trail. There were more than a few times where hunters had bragged about following the tracks left by the very deliberately chosen heavy boots the girls were given to wear; leaving such an obvious trail wasn't a mistake she intended to make. In much the same way the harness was designed not only to hold their water, food, and be a convenient tie point if they were ever caught it was also designed so that it pulled and snagged on every branch, plant, rock, or whatever was nearby to slow the girls down, and leave a visible mark behind them that way too.
Unlike the other girls she was used to the heat of the island. Most of them would barely notice the heat at first as they moved from air-conditioned plane, to bus, to hotel room. The heat sapped your strength, and wore away at you, draining what reserves of energy you might otherwise have. Most of the hunters would have alternate modes of transport, but she was all too aware that she and the other prey would all be trying to escape purely on foot, and it was easy to chase down tired prey with the meagre resources they had been given to survive on.
Eventually Evie happened upon one of the big landmarks of the Hunting Grounds she'd heard about: The Village. She knew at some point in the distant past there had been a native population on this island, and that the island had, piece by piece, been traded away. At first that trade had been some very much illegal pre-revolution Pussiana slaves, but with the revolution the company had moved to trading in legal and much cheaper slaves, before they eventually had simply "removed" the population. The men who co-operated lived very comfortable lives in Pussiana, the others were deemed "Equalists" and removed by force, the women of the island not already married or enslaved were put in a shipping container and were packed off to Girlmart's central cunt repository for grading, banding, and distribution. This village was one of the few remnants that showed those indigenous people had ever been here. Evie had expected mud huts or similar from what she knew, but what she saw was a group of 30 or 40 relatively stout buildings made of stone and wood, slowly being claimed by nature with crushed rock paths weaving between them.
Evie decided if she was going to make it out with her freedom intact that this would be the perfect opportunity to take a moment's rest. Staying low, and quiet she began to look for secluded spots she found herself at one of the larger buildings in the centre of the village. She reasoned to herself that at least if a hunter did come this way then she'd have more doorways, windows, and other bolt holes to try and escape through, and the internal walls might even block her from view. The building she selected was one that had only partially collapsed on the top floor, but most of its ground floor was intact. She found a spot where she could lean against the stone wall inside and sat down. She knew she couldn't stay too long or her legs might simply refuse to move again, nor could she eat or drink too much of the supplies she had. The cool stone behind her soothed a body still aching from her earlier involuntary gangbang, and she sipped at the bottle of water she'd taken. Both it and the protein bars bore the Hotel Yorotani logo, and the words "With compliments. Hotel Yorotani, A TopSlut brand". It was all she could do not to throw them across the room. The feeling of betrayal still hurt, possibly even worse than the anal rape that had followed. She shouldn't be here. She would have mourned the sudden death of her father but to keep herself together she was pushing that deep down inside herself to avoid dwelling on it.
She chuckled to herself for a moment, in a laugh that spoke more to mania than amusement. She'd known exactly what she was getting into when she came here. She'd been in hunt control when other former girls on staff had been put into the hunt. She just thought, with all the arrogance of youth, that something like that would never happen to a woman like her. She was too important to the hotel, and to its guests. Now she realised she was just another consumable piece of fuckmeat to be replaced at a moment's notice if she ever became inconvenient, and she'd simply been too blind to see it. She took a bite of the protein bar; a crumbly mess of overly sweet honey and oats that absorbed every bit of moisture in her mouth.
After a few minutes she resolved to move on before she was discovered. She took another swig of water to try and feel like she was at least partially hydrated, then stowed her provisions in the pockets of the harness and stood. Dusting herself off as she stood she felt as much as saw a shadow fall across her. Her hear in her mouth she spun on a heel, backing away to make space between her, and what had appeared behind her.
The Hotel Yorotani - Hunt Control
The two massive hands pressed on the back of Gabrielle's skull held her firm as she gagged. Her abdominal muscles were beginning to cramp from the retching of the day so far, and her breasts were slick with fluid where her uniform had been ripped open to expose them. The Colonel's cock was far enough down her throat it was a struggle not to use her hands to push him off but the electroshock training programme the company mandated all femployees be re-certified in every 12 months conditioned her not to.
This was the third load he'd pumped down her throat now, and there was no sign he was eager for a break, she could only pray that his need to concentrate on the hunt might encourage him to slow down a little and at least let her sneak in a few breaths here and there.
