Content Warning: This is dark and terrible and full of awful things. If you don't like awful things, go read something else.
Though she would have liked to say that she hadn't thought any more about that perverted website until she received their mailer, that would have been a lie. In truth, it invaded Angela's mind almost every day.
When she was teasing her clit with her vibe, she'd get intrusive thoughts about how much hotter it would be if someone broke in at that moment and took advantage of her. When she went for her nighttime jogs, she would intentionally take darker, sketchier routes that she usually avoided because it made her nipples so hard they ached. And Sarah? She had trouble looking her friend in the face after Angela had watched that video.
She'd vowed not to rewatch it, and she'd been true to that, at least so far, but still, every time she met up with her friend, the image of Sarah begging strangers not to cum inside her lesbian pussy sprang to her mind unbidden. It was an exquisite sort of torture that forced her to spend more time on flings with random masculine strangers than she had in years, but it did little to scratch the itch.
No how rugged Todd or Patrick might have looked in their pictures, and no matter how much bigger and stronger than her Sam was, they all took great care not to hurt her when they had their drunken flings. It was incredibly disappointing, but not as disappointing as getting that envelope and realizing that she'd never be strong enough to resist opening it or tossing it into the trash where it belonged.
"Why the fuck did I even give them my address?" she asked when she saw the plain brown mailer from D. Hunts in her mailbox one day.
It had been a stupid thing to do, but all she could do was blame how horny she'd been at that moment. She'd put it out of her mind as soon as she'd gotten to watch that awful video, of course, but now that choice had returned to haunt her in the form of a handful of brochures and a plain DVD case that was simply labeled, 'For Consenting Adults Only - Viewer discretion Strongly Advised.'
The Brochures were not sexual. At least, not overtly sexual. There were three of them, and it was easy enough to read between the lines. The first one was about the location and showed off pictures of the ranch along with a map of the grounds. At one point, it had been a working cattle ranch apparently, and some of the old buildings, like the bunk house and the breeding barn, were still there, making the perfect lewd backdrop for any number of frighteningly sexual scenes that her mind could dream up. There was a map too. It showed the forested area and the line of ten-foot-tall deer fencing that sealed off the whole area from the outside world.
The second pamphlet was titled Events for Every Taste, and it was largely filled with text that detailed some of the different events they held. In general terms, that required a little reading between the lines to decipher.
'Group Hunts: These are the most common events and occur almost every weekend when weather permits. Typically, they involve ten to twenty hunters, with only about half as many 'prey.''
This idea matched almost exactly with the fantasies that the video had inspired, but Angela kept reading.
'Private Hunts: These private bookings are available by appointment only for our most discerning and devoted clients to give them more time to appreciate their favorite partners. These events are scheduled several times a month and must be booked thirty days in advance.'
Angela blushed at the idea that someone might decide that she... no, that any woman might be their favorite prey. As soon as she personalized it, though, she immediately sought to backpedal.
"This is about other women, not me," she reminded herself firmly, crossing her legs a little tighter.
'Specialty hunts: These can include extreme events, fetish-focused get-togethers, breeding, harem, and longer-term events. For liability reasons, events on the VonMachen Ranch will not last longer than 48 hours, and a trained EMS technician will need to be booked for all events lasting longer than the standard eight-hour hunt.'
More than anything, Angela was shocked by how polished and put together this was. She'd expected something seedier full of bound women, but instead, she'd found a business plan of sorts. That thought, of course, led her to the final brochure, 'What's in it for You.
Though most of the brochure was dedicated to pablum about evolutionary psychology and the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomena, it was the back panel that caught her eye.
"Not only is testing free for all potential victims, but you can play with the assurance that every hunter you run across is drug and disease-free. We take the health of our players very seriously."
