Chasing Paradise

Chapter 18 - Evening Entertainment

Yorotani Island - The Hunting Grounds

The sun was setting, Saffi moved her arm just enough to look at the tracker. In another few minutes the zone would shrink, and she would be firmly on the wrong side of its outer edge. She turned back to look at the slave in front of her, not that that was difficult as they were locked together. Saffi knew she should have been smarter, not trusted someone unfamiliar, but she couldn't just walk away from someone in need like that. Maybe in the end that was the problem, she still had some innate trust in the goodness of the people around her, and Yorotani Island had proven that such goodness was in very short supply.

Her muscles ached. The regular shocks had burned through all the energy she had, but as the stored energy in the batteries ran out the capacitors were charging more and more slowly. It didn't stop what shocks there were from forcing her muscles to tense so hard they felt like they were almost pulling themselves apart in the process. The shocks themselves were still brutal but Saffi had to hope against all hope that the electromagnets the slave had used to lock onto her harness worked on the same circuit, and that their power would run out well before her Master arrived.

Saffi glanced at the tracker again. It was no good. She'd be out of the zone before the day's hunt was done, and she knew punishments for being outside the hunting zone were going to be brutal whatever they were. She gritted her teeth and began to drag herself on hands and knees in the direction the zone was shrinking.

"Please, Miss, you should stop struggling, my Master will be coming to pick us up soon. The more you struggle the less able you will be able to please him when he arrives." said the slave, her body feeling like nothing more than dead weight hanging off Saffi, slowing her down, pulling her back. It was all she could do to keep moving forwards at all at this point.

For a second Saffi stopped and looked the slave in the eyes. She wasn't angry, just desperate, pained, and trying to keep in mind that this woman had little choice in her lot in life. "If your master..."

"Our master," interrupted the slave.

"If your master," Saffi continued, ignoring the Slave's words, "wanted me to be able to please him, then maybe he could have considered not having my ass fried every few minutes with enough voltage to make a slavecop think twice before messing with you. I'm even less likely to be able to please him if I wind up outside the hunting zone before he gets here, so please, just help me crawl another 50 metres or so in the direction I'm headed and there's a vague chance I might still be in somewhat fuckable, if extra crispy and exhausted, condition when he arrives."

Saffi watched as the slave processed this for a second before nodding gently. Magnetically locked behind Saffi as they were the slave couldn't use her arms, but did use her feet to propel them along. For a second Saffi felt the weight pulling her to the ground lighten the slightest and most blessed amount. Crawling was not the method shei would have preferred to get around in the leaf litter and undergrowth of the forest floor, but with the slave helping she at least managed to make it inside the boundary of the new smaller zone just as it changed. She looked longingly at the direction of the still-distant goal and sighed, wondering which of the other girls would make it there first while she was still stuck here. Saffi let her arms collapse from under her out of pure exhaustion and the pair of them fell to the forest floor once more. It took Saffi a second to realise her head was nestling between the slave's breasts and she stifled a melancholy laugh.

"I guess if we're going to be serving together I should at least know your name." said Saffi as she lay there, appreciating for a half second the soft warm skin underneath her cheek.

"This cunt was given the name Slaptwat, Miss." replied the slave as they lay there.

"Just a random name or did your master have some kind of reasoning behind it?" asked Saffi, while the rhythmic breathing of the slave and her own exhaustion threatened to lull her into sleep.

"This cunt..." said Slaptwat before trailing off.

The stop brought Saffi back to alertness and she wondered what was happening for a moment. With the snap of a twig behind her she realised there was only one thing that was likely to silence a slave so effectively: the approach of her master.

"Go on Slaptwat," said a man's voice from behind Saffi, "Tell your new slave-sister how you got the name, I'm sure she'll enjoy how heartwarming and life affirming it is."

Saffi felt the flutter in the slave's heart, a catch in the breath. If this wasn't genuine joy at seeing her master this was something close enough to it as to be indistinguishable. "Yes, Master. This cunt's birth name was Niamh. I was sold to Skoolsluts for their booth at the Slave Fair. We were held blindfolded and suspended while potential owners tested us for tightness, breast size, spankability, and how appealingly we could scream while gagged. My master chose myself and another girl from my school, Zara. We'd never really been friends, we were rarely pulled into the same gangrapes..."

Saffi watched the slave as a hint of nostalgia crept over her. Her blue-green eyes misted with a sheen of faint tears. Like a lot of slaves she seemed to hold her owner in an almost worshipful position, and Saffi didn't quite know whether she should take this sudden melancholy as a bad sign of the life she was about to be entered into.

"...we were bought and paid for. My master dragged us outside and gave us a simple command. We were to stand a few feet away from each other, legs wide apart, shoulders back, head raised high, and take turns pussy slapping each other just as hard as we could. The last girl standing would be the winner and be rewarded." A tear rolled down Slaptwat's cheek, and for a moment she choked on her words a little, "For every winner, though, there must also be a loser, and for them there would be...punishment." The pause was all Saffi needed to hear. She knew what kind of punishments masters inflicted on slaves as a matter of course, from the mild all the way to things so twisted and devious it was better that barenecks bury their heads in the sand and ignore the area entirely.

Slaptwat continue, "This cunt knows as we stood there we were slowly ringed by men laughing, cheering, or furiously facefucking their slaves. This cunt knows now this is expected at the slave fair, all sorts of games that masters play with their slaves that are watched by crowds that gather on the fly. This cunt tried not to focus on them, but..." now Slaptwat shifted the focus of her eyes from her Master to Saffi, a note of desperation and pain creeping into her voice. "This cunt can still remember her screams. This cunt was in agony, but this cunt gave it her all. This cunt hit her, really hit her, so many times. This cunt could only think of not being punished; Skoolsluts had not been as kind as our master, and this cunt was terrified. Zara cried, and screamed, her legs buckled but she stayed standing." Saffi thought Slaptwat now looked something between horrified over what she did, over how she had brutalised another woman in her master's name, and proud over how she had won out in the moment, "She begged me to stop but when she could no longer pussyslap me my master insisted the slaps continue unless she could recover enough to hit back."

Another tear rolled out of Slaptwat's eye as she lay there and rolled down her cheek. She took a moment to steady herself once more, "Zara fell to her knees. This cunt's hand was numb by that point but this cunt slapped her so hard it lifted her heels out of the dirt and she crumpled to the ground crying, screaming, defending her pussy with one hand. She still begged me to stop but my master had already told me to keep going once...so this cunt slapped her face to make her defend her head so the pussy slapping could continue. My reward was to serve, and keep on serving. He took me then and there in the dirt. This cunt was in hideous pain from the pussy slapping but her swollen lips and screams of terror were what our master needed in that moment to satisfy his desires. It gives this cunt pleasure to know that our master would use my fuckholes for his pleasure, no matter what it is. If he needs me to take a thousand pussy slaps and scream at his every thrust then this cunt would do it gladly, and unflinchingly. Our Master told me that day I would serve him, and him alone from that point on. That a day would come where he would use me for the final time and that would be the end of it..."

Saffi's eyes were still locked on Slaptwat's. The talk of her master seemed to bring her strength somehow, especially when she talked about serving him. One thing nagged at her, though. "What happened to the other girl, Zara?" she asked.

A wince flashed across Slaptwat's face, "She was donated to the crowd. It must have been agony," she answered, and Saffi couldn't help but agree. A gangbang after a monster pussy slapping session must be one of the most painful things a slave could experience without permanent damage, she thought, before Slaptwat continued speaking and derailed her, "To gain a master and lose one so quickly, it makes me glad I fought so hard." Saffi knew to an extent that being a slavegirl warped the mind, but before now she had never quite gauged that it might be this much.

"Artfully told, Niamh." said the man behind Saffi, and she felt the heart flutter from Slaptwat at the mention of her birth name. It was almost like this was some form of tiny treat for the poor girl. Then it sunk in for a second. This was her future. Her mind would end up just as warped as this girl, and there was little she would be able to do about it. Slave breaking methods were hideously effective, and she was already caught. "Now, let's see about getting you stowed somewhere safely, it's a little late to get you banded this evening I think," said the man who would be her master.

Saffi felt a hand wrap itself around the base of her braid and slowly begin to pull her inexorably to her feet. Her muscles screamed as she tried to keep up, dragging Slaptwat with her. Once she was up the braid was like a leash, yanking her head back and forcing her to stumble in the direction she was pulled while staring at the darkening sky through the canopy of leaves above. More than once Slaptwat had to catch her to keep Saffi from being dangled by her braid alone as they walked. It was almost a relief when she heard the distant rumble of an idling engine slowly growing closer until, as she expected, she and Slaptwat, still entangled with each other, were thrown into a relatively confined slave storage compartment.

"Now, girls, no pleasuring each other, and no talking. From here on out conversation, unless I ask for it, will be punished. Nod if you understand." said their master as both girls nodded their acceptance with varying levels of enthusiasm. The lid was shut, and the sound of a key turning in the lock confirmed that Saffi was definitely here to stay. At least the slave storage was soundproofed, and padded, she thought. A quiet high-pitched sound began in the darkness and Saffi's heart sank. In the rush of meeting her new master she'd forgotten about one thing. There was too little light to see Slaptwat in the darkness so instead Saffi relaxed, letting her head be cradled by the slave's breasts once more, waiting for the capacitors to finish charging for another intense round of electric shocks.

Yorotani Island - The Temple

Evie had run far, and fast. She couldn't help but hope Staunton was okay even as her mind tried to process that he was the one trying to take her freedom away. She knew her odds were slim, she knew what Staunton was like. Did she really want to be little more than a toy for a man whose whole profession was to break women with pain and keep them obedient with the threat of more of it?

She knew what Creamypuss had said, that it was all about managing a girl's mind, stopping the pleasure overwhelming her, just keeping her in check so that she was functional. She didn't believe that any more now than she had done so earlier. As her thoughts turned to Staunton once more she couldn't help but be embarrassed by the wetness between her thighs. She did have to admit that the combination of his skill in attempting to finger her into submission with his seeming obsession over her did tickle some ancient part of her brain that wanted nothing more than to be dragged into a cave and have her holes pounded until she was little more than drooling insensate fuckmeat. At least unlike the handlers earlier in the day Staunton seemed to want to savour her, rather than just consume her and move on. For a second she thought about how that might have been with him there, forcing her face and breasts into the fencing, taking her from behind as she squealed, stripping her clothing and leaving her naked so everyone could watch him violate her. She took a deep breath, and reasoned there must be girlheaters in the food and water the hotel had given them, and strong ones at that.

She carried on moving, hoping to find a way to keep the hunters off her back until the day's hunt was over. After a while she'd found herself slowly running on a slight incline up a valley. She could see it was leading up the dormant volcano, but her only option was to stay inside and run as the sides were too steep and there was no turning back to be had here. As the light began to fail the sides of the valley began to flatten out even as the incline increased, but ahead of her covered in foliage was a building that covered the small valley from side to side. She reasoned that if there were stairs inside it might be possible to get on top of the building, and from there over the top of the valley side and down onto another part of the volcano.

As she finally reached the building she noticed it looked older than the ruined village from earlier, more weathered, but built from similar stone and full of intricate carvings. She was used to the Stivalonian friezes of the hotel that gave way to replicas of the same but with actual living slaves entwined by the restraining mechanical vines in the walls of the hotel but these were so much different. She stopped and stared for a moment before entering, the carvings for all the world seeming to equate men with the volcano or at least one particular man, she wasn't quite sure. It was all confusing and half missing through the combined ravages of weather and the creeping plant life that seemed to be slowly choking the facade of the building. The main image above the door, though, was of a spread-eagled woman with a tide of lava all around her. Suddenly Evie was very grateful that the locals were all gone, and the volcano now eternally silenced. The tracker at her wrist buzzed softly. She knew what it meant, the hunt was paused. Judging by the sun there wouldn't be light for too much longer anyway. Seeing no other option she decided to see if she could find some sort of place to rest overnight inside the temple.

Inside was dry, and more free of plant encroachment than she might have imagined. The place was hardly immense, but enough to hold a small village between the hall she'd stepped into through the door and the gallery she could see up above. The centre of the room was dominated by a stone dais and altar. She didn't really want to think about what they were for. Hopefully she'd get to move on before having to consider it any further.

At the back of the space were doorways but crumbling stone blocked them; seeing no other realistic option Evie headed up the hopefully sturdy stone stairs to the gallery, where at least she could take in some water and one of the protein bars the hotel had so generously given the runners while keeping a watch over the entranceway below.

Evie knew the food wasn't enough to keep her from being hungry, and the water wouldn't fully quench her thirst, and if it wasn't packed with girlheaters then there was something very definitely wrong with her at the moment. It was all just another cruel trick to make runners think they were getting every chance to make it out. She thought about what she might do if she made it to the end. She knew the runners got their 2 year pass, a week fully comped at the hotel, and their flight home paid for, but what then? Her father was dead, and her former home along with everything she'd earned was now company property. For the first time she thought to herself if it was even worth it to keep running. She'd have two years of freedom, and aside from that all she owned were the few items she kept in the drawer by her bunk in the female staff dormitory.

She sat for a while, trying not to think, glad the evening air was still warm, and the forest around was quiet in the dying light. She curled up into a ball and hugged her knees in close as her brain dwelled on what awaited her in Pussiana if she returned penniless, and homeless. It was not a pretty picture, but the more she tried not to think about it the more vivid the violations became. All she could do was hug her knees in a little closer and pray the reality was different.

As Evie sat there, knees to her chest, back against the temple wall she began to hear distant noises coming closer and closer. Cautiously she crept over to a spot near the front of the temple where part of the roof had crumbled in some time ago leaving a gap big enough to see through but little else. Peering out between the broken stones she looked out at the long shadows of the valley that lead up the lower slopes of the volcano, and right to where she knelt.

The fading light made it difficult to see much, but there were definitely two figures making their way to the temple, one voluntary and one clearly much less so.

"AAGH! Get off me you psycho! You're going to pull my hair out! Let me go!" screamed the woman being pulled along. The man pulling her along was unmistakable, it was Staunton. How had he tracked her here so quickly? Why had he captured another girl along the way?

In that moment Evie stood, and looked around. With the rear doorways blocked, and what windows there were being too small for a human to crawl through she realised that even as Staunton closed in there now remained no obvious way out for her.

Yorotani Island - The Clearing Camp

Amelia was spent. Since the little stunt of leaving Freya behind as a sacrifice she'd done nothing but seemingly run into hunter after hunter after hunter. She was convinced that not many of the women who'd started the day with bare necks remained that way now and each one that had gone down lessened her chances just that little bit. She'd seen every single creative way she could think of to trap women, and then a few more. One woman had been dropped into a pit trap, another snared and left hanging upside down pointlessly scrabbling reach and undo the rope at her ankles, another had been fooled by what looked like abandoned food that Amelia had almost gone for herself only to be pounced on as soon as she took the first bite. The worst one, she had to admit, was the girl who happened to be closer to a tripwire activated flashbang than she herself had been. The poor girl had a cock up her ass before the white afterimage had even cleared Amelia's vision. She wasn't sure she'd ever manage to get the girl's choked screams of pain out of her mind.

The tracker at her wrist vibrated softly. She wasn't sure she could take it if the hunting area shrunk again and forced her to move more. She was tired, dog tired, even a light jog at this point would leave her immobile at the end of it, far too vulnerable for her liking, and not something she wanted to really consider. She looked at the small screen of the tracker as it announced that the day's hunt was over. She breathed a sigh of relief both inwardly and outwardly. It didn't mean she was totally safe, she didn't expect that the hunt being over would stop any hunter for a second if they stumbled across her, but at least they might now go for food, drinks, an orgy, and sleep rather than trying to force themselves on her in the darkest hours of the night.