Author's Note: This series contains no nonconsensual activity, but it is explicitly about consensual nonconsent. So, for most people that amounts to the same thing. If you don't like heavy dubcon, primal and the way that dark stories make you feel, please go read someone else's story and leave me alone. I like what I like, and I don't need to appologize for it. Thank you.
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Ch 1: A Conversation
When Sarah first told her about how she'd spent her weekend, Angela couldn't believe what she was hearing. In fact, she refused to believe it. It was a shocking thing, and all she could do was sit there in stunned silence while Sarah told her about the 'hunt' she'd attended. As she continued to rattle off the outrageous details, it became harder and harder to believe that she was making any of them up, though.
They'd both had a little too much to drink, of course, and Angela had been the one to start talking about kinky shit, so this strange detour into the rapey was on her, on some level. In fairness, though, she'd expected Sarah to give her a hard time about having a threesome with two guys last weekend when her current boyfriend had begun to bore her, not bring up something like this. Sarah was kinky little sex positive dyke, and very fond of calling her friend things like 'the handmaiden of the patriarchy' or 'cock addict,' after these little stories. Sometimes she'd even chime in with one of her own, but those were usually pretty tame by comparison.
The last thing she'd expected was for her to nod and say, "That sounds fun, but it's not nearly as crazy as what I did last weekend..."
After that, she'd gone on to describe being driven up to a secluded ranch up in the mountains outside of town where she and several other women had been 'hunted' by men who had paid for the privilege. It went beyond kinky. It sounded dangerous and insane.
"You're fucking serious, aren't you," Angela said, gaping.
"Serious enough that I want to go again next month," Sarah said with a smile as she finished the watery dregs of her margarita.
"But... but you could get pregnant!" Sarah blurted out. She hadn't wanted to seem judgmental, but it boggled her mind.
Sarah was... had been a committed lesbian since they'd first met on a blind date at university. Angela had decided, eventually, that she preferred guys, even if her Mr. Rights always seemed to fizzle out after a few months, but they'd stayed friends ever since. They'd even had the occasional fling here and there, so the idea that her very lesbian, very shy friend would participate in something that sounded so violent concerned seemed... well, it was almost entirely out of character for her.
"Well, it would be a hell of a lot cheaper than Invitro," she said with a laugh.
That at least she could buy. Sarah had always had a body that was made for breeding in a way that Angela could only envy. She had wide hips, heavy breasts, and a maternal nature that would make her a wonderful mommy. 'The only problem with getting knocked up is the sperm dispenser that comes with it,' she'd joked on more than one occasion. There were easier ways to get pregnant than to run screaming from men in the woods, though.
"Look, I know I sound crazy," Sarah admitted. "It was a crazy time, but something about it... Scratches an itch for me, you know? Maybe I've just spent too much time battling the patriarchy's rape culture, and it's infected me in a Nietzschean sense. I don't know. I'd tell you to go to their website and check it out for yourself, but it's probably not for you."
They ordered another round and sat at the bar for almost half an hour longer while their conversation slowly wandered back to more typical topics, but the idea of her pretty friend being hunted by men never really left her mind. Eventually Sarah's date showed up, and she took off after giving Angie a kiss on the cheek, leaving her alone with a half-finished appletini and some real questions about the world.
Angela had come out just dressed up enough, in a pleated pencil skirt and four-inch black heels to accentuate her long legs and slender frame in case she'd wanted to find something casual for the night. Truthfully she'd planned to find someone to warm her bed since her boyfriend seemed to be more interested in his video games than in fucking her lately, but something about that conversation just killed the whole night for her, and even though a couple cute guys tried to hit on her, she still left alone. She just wasn't in the right headspace for something casual anymore.
Of course, it didn't take long once she got home to decide to look up the group that Angela had described. Just to make sure that she was okay, of course. It took a few searches, but eventually, she found a man on a forum trying to decide if it was worth the hefty admission fee that they needed to pay to join the waitlist.
