Chapter 17 - Sunset
Yorotani Island - Uettomanko River, The Hunting Grounds
Pussyhound was riding hard on adrenaline as her feet flew across the ground with the grace of a trained dancer. There was a wide grin plastered on face as she did; regardless of her feelings afterwards on the fate of so many women she'd brought down in her service there was nothing quite like the thrill of the hunt. She and Glimmerslut were silently co-ordinating to drive their prey exactly where they wanted her; she had never stood a chance. Both of the former slavecops were several years the girl's senior but they were both still near the height of physical fitness and fuckability. They could toy with her for hours until she fell down exhausted if they wanted to, she thought, they were a different breed to more common fuckmeat.
As she ran she mulled things over. Malavar's choice for preference of target had been strange. He hadn't paid attention to Pippa at the showcase, but as soon as they were away from it she was his top choice. The girl was barely above the B-grade facepussy line according to the guide the hotel had for the runners, and Pussyhound had more than a sneaking suspicion her hair was illegally short for a bareneck; there was no way it could be grabbed and turned into a good facefuck handle when required. She had good pale skin, though, perhaps Malavar was more of a fan of cropping and whipping than she'd previously thought, some men loved to see crimson marks blossom on delicate porcelain skin.
She wondered how long it was before Pippa had realised she was being followed and guided. They'd been subtle at first, creating noises in the forest, getting ahead of her from time to time to open up certain paths or disguise others. Pippa had played her role beautifully, and predictably, so much so that she was close enough Pussyhound could almost smell her sweat on the air. The girl's time as a bareneck was fading fast and she was running like hell to try and make it out, but her short strides were no match for the athletic stride of a retired slavecop. She could hear the gasping breaths of their prey as she tried valiantly to run on. Pussyhound knew she was almost broken, it was just a matter of applying the correct pressure at the correct time now.
Pussyhound put out another burst of speed so Pippa would see her for a moment and bear a little more left. For a moment she cast her mind back to her time with the SEFR running across similar terrain. She and 3 other high level Slave-Agents had been deployed to do something similar to a group of Fluffers who'd stolen a shipment of slaves before they could be banded. Just being in the FLF was bad enough, but slave theft for a woman meant their time as useful fuckmeat was over. The run down had taken some time, but in the end the slave-agents had corralled the group of women into a clearing. Once they were out in the open it took seconds for a group of heavily armed Master-Agents to arrive via a group of cunthounds. She knew she should feel an ounce of remorse as she stood there while women were forcefully loaded into the slave storage units of the cunthounds but the electric thrill of the chase surged through her veins at almost orgasmic levels.
She remembered every face that passed her on the way to storage. The snivelling slaves who thought they had a chance, the angry bit-gagged Fluffers knowing just what their little rebellion had cost them. Every one of them was etched in her brain, even now. She'd knelt by her Master Agent's cunthound, panting, sweating, filthy and covered in minor cuts and scrapes from the run, she'd wanted to run again, bring more Fluffers down, but her job was done for now. Then she felt it. The tight fist at the base of her ponytail.
"Present." said her Master-Agent, in a voice that knew disobedience was impossible.
In one graceful movement she was off her knees with her chin, head, and elbows on the floor, legs behind her spread wide, ass raised, back arched. Her reward for a job well was to know she was of use to her Master-Agent. She felt him slide roughly into her ass and she tightened herself as much as she could for his pleasure, gasping theatrically as he fully mounted her. As the march of misery continued past her she sang gasped praises to the girth and might her Master-Agent's mighty cock as it slammed into her behind and threatened to break her in half. Sometimes she missed being a real slavecop, but now was not the time to keep thinking about the past.
Pippa, she thought, was in for a much less unhappy fate. She may be about to be enslaved, but she wouldn't be going through the living hell those Fluffers had gone through once they were caught and deposited in The Hive. They'd suffered the worst kinds of torture, and interrogation, before eventually there was no more information to be gained. Once the SEFR was done with them they began the ragdoll procedure that wiped most of the victim's brain leaving them as little more than a dumb compliant cumdump. She'd seen some of them before they went for sale at the slave fair. They were just about capable of taking care of themselves, as well as making their newly eager fuckholes available to whatever master was willing to pay the knockdown prices they were sold at.
Pippa's breathing became ever ragged, reduced almost to intermittent gulps of air intermingled with frustrated sobs. The slut was spent. Running on muscles laced with lactic acid, feeling the agony as one by one her body would start to fumble and fail at basic commands. Pussyhound edged the tiniest bit closer, just so she could see Pippa. It took the girl a few seconds to notice Pussyhound and almost haphazardly cut in a little towards the bend in the river they were aiming her towards.
Yorotani Island - Uettomanko River, The Hunting Grounds
Pippa's mind was now little more than a string of profanity, trying beyond all reasonable hope to bury the pain she was in. She was exhausted, her lungs burned, she was gulping down air but it wasn't helping. The slavecop tailing her was just too fast. Every step forward her legs felt more like lead, and it was only through sheer force of will she managed to keep on putting one foot in front of the other.
She gritted her teeth and tried to push deeper, to find some reserve inside that she hadn't realised she had. A glimpse of pale blue to her right forced her to turn again and her foot caught a tree root, she tumbled end over end arms flailing as her body careered down a shallow slope. She picked herself up, everything was hurting, she knew this was it now, she could barely stand as she tried to breathe and gasped uselessly to replace the wind that had been knocked out of her. She was barely moving any more as she pushed on, each limb barely finding purchase on the ground ahead.
The trees thinned in front of her, and a brief spark of hope flared inside her mind. With a cough and a wheeze she finally managed a deep breath as her feet found some pace, she was here, this was it right in front of her, right there was the river. It was faster flowing then she'd hoped, and deeper, but what choice did she have? All she could hope was to cross quickly and lose the slavecops on the other side. The bank of the river was a good 3 feet above the flowing water and she couldn't even see the bottom of the waters below; halted for a second she glanced behind her for a moment.
Two Slavecops sauntered out of the forest behind her. They looked fresh as daisies, barely bothered, one of them wore a borderline psychotic smile as she approached, the lightest sheen of sweat giving her a glow Pippa knew she'd never have. Had there always been two of them, she wondered? Had they been leading her here all along? What did it matter? All she could think about for the moment was what was right in front of her. For a moment that seemed to last forever she froze, and with all the presence of a pack of hunting wolves they stalked her, pushing her to the edge of the bank, cornering her against the bend in the river.
Not even thinking about it Pippa turned and plunged headlong into the river. The water was freezing and it felt like her legs were going to start cramping the instant she started kicking but she knew that not pushing through would put the slavecops right on top of her. For all she knew she wouldn't even make it to the other side before they caught her. She hauled herself forward, hand over hand in the water, pure desperation pushing her onwards as pain from the cold combined with the soul weary tiredness that threatened to drag her down.
With a lunge, and a vocalised screech she clawed her way up and onto the opposite bank. As she made it over the top, and onto dry land proper once more she spared a moment to look back. The slavecops were still on the opposite bank just looking at her, scowling as she managed somehow to regain her feet. She felt a moment of triumph, and allowed herself a smile.
"What's the matter, Bluepuss? I thought you cunts liked it wet?" she taunted as she pushed back her sodden hair from her face.
