SLIGHT DISCLAIMER: This Story is part of the "Hunt Night" Series while it is not required to read the others in the series to enjoy this story, reading the other stories may help better understand the world.
The city streets at night, so quiet, so peaceful, but I could not enjoy them tonight, as I had to get home quickly, it was such a nice night too. A shame really that I had to waste it indoors, but oh well. As I crossed the street I saw a woman leaning against a street light.
"Hi there" she said
"Um...Hi," I replied.
"Nice night " she commented as she looked at the sky.
"Yeah," I said, letting my guard down a little, she seemed pretty nice.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked, turning her attention from the sky to me.
"Walking home from work, I need to get home quick though," I said
"Cause of the hunt?" she replied to which I nodded.
"I need to get home, make sure to watch my roommate's back," I told her.
"I'll let you go then," she said with a smile.
"Thanks," I told her, I got a hint of her eyes as I walked past her and could not help get the feeling she was undressing me with them, but also like she was waiting for something to happen, and I had a feeling I knew what she was waiting for. I picked up my pace but really only got to like the halfway mark of block before the siren went off, I took off running looking behind me as I ran.
"I'm coming cutie!" I heard as I saw my worst fear confirmed, that woman was now chasing me, it was hunt night and I had a woman after me.
"No! Please! Stay away!" I cried out, pleading. *running*
"No way!" she cried back as we continued running, I could smell her perfume on the wind as I knew she was getting closer and closer. Then I felt something graze my ass and it made me jump a little "Almost had you," she said.
"No No," I gasped out, I tried to speed up, but I am not that fit and had gone all out when I heard the siren go off. Plus, by now we must have run like 3 or 4 blocks, my legs rebelled and I stumbled instead of speeding up. As I recovered I felt her arms wrap around me and I cried out as I squirmed.
"I got you!" she said as she made sure I was pressed against her.
"Please! no! let me go!" I cried out as I squirmed.
"Why would I so that?" she asked with a laugh.
"I need to get to my roommate," I told her.
"I am sure he will be okay," she said with a smile, caught in her hug all I could do was moan and squirm as we started walking. "Let's get you home, " she added.
"Yes, please, I need to get to my roommate," I agreed, thinking she had changed her mind.
"Not your home silly," she said with a laugh.
"Wait, you mean," I started, then my green eyes went wide. "Your home, Oh no!"
"You bet hunky," was her response as I saw a car getting closer and closer, I tried to squirm more, but she held me tight, my head pressed to her chest, once she shad me against the car, she opened the passenger seat and forced me in before tying me to the seat. She then got in, and drove off with me to what was once, and I guess still is, the Wharf district, now named Woman's Wharf. All I could do is sit there in my seat. "Don't worry hunky, we'll have fun," she said with a lust filled smile. All I could do was sink more in to my seat.
"Based on the look of that smile I know what kind of fun we'll be having," based on your smile I have a feeling I know what kind of fun," I said lowering my head. To help my nerves I decided it was best to avoid discussing my fate, I found out her parents gave her up, her dad left her and her mom with some money he saved up after he found out his child was going to be a girl, fleeing in to what would after the start of the hunt nights become the male safety zone in the mountains. As she told me her story I felt rage building up, it even made the bonds strain for a bit, but even in my enraged state I couldn't snap the binds. Not that that situation lasted long because she then told me how her mother shortly after gave her up, the people who ran the orphanage said how it broke her mother's heart to do it. I actually felt the rage quickly be replaced with depression, almost as if I could literally feel the heartbreak the mother went through. She was adopted however and at age 10 was allowed to change her name if she so chose, she did, thinking it was time for a new start. She chose Queena as her new name, so her birthday present that year was to legally have her name changed to Queena.
"I am sorry you had to go through all that,"
"Thanks," she said "But I am not upset, after all, if I didn't live on the wharf, I wouldn't have been able to get my lover boy," she said as she patted my lap.
"You only have me for a year," I commented.