05

Author's Note: The Tour went on a little longer than I would have thought. I might have gotten carried away. It encompasses chapters 3, 4, and 5. Soooooo... Yeah. Anyway, rather than make you wait for the finale of such a long piece, here are the next two chapters. I think it will be like... 7 more chapters after these. My current outline says 12 chapters, but it said 10 before, though... So, I guess we'll see. Enjoy!

Also, if you don't like rapeplay then please don't read this story, and don't send me nasty comments. Everything in this story is consensual, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it, and I'm okay with that. That's the point!

Ch. 2 - A Tour (Part 2)

As Angie watched the women nervously milling around the lodge, she took off the headphones and looked around. Then, after a bit, she smiled wickedly to herself before she asked, "So, can I place a bet?" to no one in particular.

Her guide looked to the men sitting at the computers, and they looked at each other. They conferred briefly and then nodded. Her guide turned back to her and opened his mouth, but before he could get the chance to give her the okay, she added, "But I don't want to bet money. I want to bet my body. How's that sound."

One of the techs started to say, "Well, technically, as a candidate-"

Her guide, Rick, interrupted him, though. "As a candidate, you can't have sex with the hunters, and you can't have sex on the hunting grounds, but in here... with staff... Why don't you tell us your stakes, little lady, and we'll see if we can deal you in."

"Well, half of these girls have a hundred dollars put on them. I assume that's the buy-in, right?" she asked.

Her guide nodded, and then, a moment later, she continued. "Normally, I'd say my pussy is worth a lot more than that, but... Well, I haven't gotten a decent fuck in almost a week, so let's call it even," she said. "I pick a girl just like the rest of you, and if I lose, the man who picked the winning girl can be as rough with me as he wants."

"Just the winner?" her guide asked. "Well, that's disappointing. Fine, Eight girls have already been picked, but there's still seven to choose from. Why don't you pick one out, and we'll see what happens."

"What's disappointing is that I can't go out and watch the festivities," she countered.

"Who said that?" her washed-up jock smiled. "I said you couldn't visit the men's lodge. Once we've let everyone out to play and a few of the girls have been caught, you can wear an orange safety vest, and we can go and watch from a safe distance."

"Well, if that's the case, then I might need more than just the winner," she agreed with a sultry smile as she stood.

Then, after a brief glance at the women to decide which one seemed the most conflicted, she asked, "Does anyone have the Asian girl?"

"Why would yet bet on her?" Rick asked. "She's too tiny to get away. She's gonna be off the board as soon as someone sees her."

"Because out of all the women in that room, she's the only one who's not sure she can do this," Angela said with a shrug. As she examined the board, she noticed that the very creatively named 'Yellow Fever' had no name next to it yet, so she wrote her own down, then she picked up a scrap of paper and wrote, 'I owe you one fuck,' before putting it in the jar.

"I can't say I approve of your betting tactics," her guide said, "But I sure hope that I'm the one that wins tonight."

Angela almost said, "I hope so, too," but she held back. Instead, she just smiled mischievously and said, "May the best man win," before she put her headphones back on and turned back to the monitor.

She was interested in the screen, of course, but after that, she was more interested as these men would say, so even as she pretended to listen, she turned down the volume knob to zero.

"Yeah, that slut's going to become a regular, I can already tell," one of the men said. The other two laughed at that.

"You should be grateful," the other tech said. "You're always complaining we get to watch the action instead of participating. Well, here's your chance."

"Well, I'm still not sure that the rules allow--" the first man started to say.

"Fuck the rules," her guide finally chimed in. The forcefulness of his words now that he wasn't talking to a potential customer made him sound almost like a different person, and a wave of goosebumps passed over her skin as she pretended not to listen. "You see a fine-looking woman like that, you do whatever you have to so you can stretch out her holes. The minute I saw her, I knew I had to have her. I just didn't know when I was going to get the chance, but now I do."

"What if she picks the winner?" the second guy asked.

"Then I give her the eight hundred dollars, congratulate her on her victory and bend her over the trunk of her car and fuck her stupid in the parking lot before I send her home," Rick answered with an audible sneer that managed to sound both polite and threatening at the same time.

All of the men laughed at that. Angela didn't laugh, though. She just sat there and soaked through her panties while she tried to decide which outcome she wanted more. Do I want to lose and take all these guys at once, or do I want to win and have him use me just like that? She wondered. She honestly didn't know, but she was ready for either outcome.

It was only after several more minutes passed that they finally released the girls, followed a few minutes later by the guys. That was when they shifted from talking about her to the contestants again, and as much as she missed being the center of attention, she whirled so she could watch the main screen with everyone else.

"God, I hope they catch that cunt," the man that seemed so afraid of the rules said as an athletic blonde ran by one of the cameras. "I'd..."

His words trailed off as he saw Angela standing just to one side of him. "Oh, don't mind me," Angela said. "I hope they catch that cunt too. She looks like a real screamer."

There was a nervous laugh at that, but before she said anything else, she said, "Don't mind me, boys. We all know what goes on here, and we're all adults. Just talk however you normally would. I promise you, I'm into it."

It took a while, but the conversation slowly came back to normal after that, and after a few minutes, it was nothing but filthy locker room talk, which was exactly what she wanted. The only times that anyone was formal was when someone talked over the radio. Apparently, the game wardens were very strict while on the playing field, and all the comms were recorded.

Angie tuned all that out, though. Instead, with the filthy commentary playing in the background, she watched the women scatter like pheasants. Some stuck together in pairs or threes, but that was a losing tactic. Most of them simply spread out, looking for a place to hide. Some chose buildings or underbrush. Others loitered in ditches, hunched and shivering. A few minutes later, a loud buzzer echoed through the compound, followed by a voice that said, "30-second warning!" When that time was up, another buzzer sounded, and the men were set free.

"If there's a serious injury or another reason to pause the hunt, that buzzer will go off again," Rick explained. "Unless that happens, anything goes, as long as it's not going to leave a permanent mark for the next two hours or so."

Angela nodded. She was listening, but with this view, speaking was too much work, and she was already devoting most of her fading brain power to keeping her hands at her sides. Nothing had happened yet, but the anticipation was killing her.

Her eyes flicked back and forth from monitor to monitor as the men spread out. Most had flashlights, and a few had rope or rolls of duct tape, but she had no idea about the layout of this place, so she had no easy way to follow anyone in particular at first. That became easier when the screams started. The first woman they found was a blonde trophy wife. She screamed and took off toward the tree line, with three men in pursuit, but Angie felt certain she was never going to make it.

"We got our first customer," one of the techs said with delight. "Let's get telephoto four ready because I don't think she's getting to those woods."

"The accessible areas of the forest are loaded with night vision models," Rick explained, but for the pastures, we use big suckers on poles with one hell of a zoom. "They got great picture quality, but there won't be any audio for what happens to her, unfortunately."

He wasn't lying. By the time the first man dragged the pretty blonde woman to the ground and her scream was ringing out, they had a close-up of her that was tight enough that Angela could see how hard her nipples were, even from this far away. Just as her clothes were ripped away, and two men started to use her pussy and her mouth, the other tech said, "We're about to have lucky contestant number two!"

Before she could even study number two, though, number three and number four came in quick succession. The banter was gone now as they focused on bringing cameras to bear and recorded everything they could. Grace tuned all that out.

Instead, she looked back and forth between two cameras. One showed a black girl desperately trying to fight off her attackers, while the other showed a brunette who was already pinned against the wall of some wooden building by her throat.

Angie was hypnotized from the first moment. Her gaze flicked from screen to screen as clothes were torn, limbs were pinned, and men worked together to get the seemingly unwilling women ready for what came next.

There was a strange sense of honor in the take-downs, and she wondered if that was part of the briefing the men had gotten. The man who found the slut got to take her first. Other men helped hold her down, but they had to wait their turn. Then, after the group had taken her the first time, they would either tie her up and go off in search of another prey to victimize, or they would go for round two and start using her mouth and her pussy simultaneously. It was a sight that was repeated over and over, but the repetition made it no less erotic or shocking to her.

"No, please! I changed my mind!" one woman screamed.

"I can't... I'm not on birth control," another cried out as she was penetrated for the first time.

A third screamed, "You're raping me!"

Unlike the first two women, though, there was no fear in her voice. There was only bliss. She'd definitely done this before and thrilled at the rough treatment, even if she'd long since lost the fear she should have had for what was happening to her.

"Yeah, regulars get like that sometimes," Rick said when he saw who she was staring at. "The guys don't mind, though."

"D-doesn't it ruin the mood?" she asked, trying to keep her tone even.

"Nah," he answered. "I probably shouldn't tell you this. I don't want to ruin the thrill, but the guys out there aren't monsters. A lot of them take it a little easy on the ones that look like they're about to die of fright. Well, that, and they cum almost as soon as they get it inside of an authentic piece of free-use-fuckmeat like that, but the once like Cindy over here? Well, they can be extra rough with her. No matter how bad they hurt her, she's going to be into it."

Angela nodded, filing that information away for later. Meanwhile, she watched the screens as more and more women were caught and used. There were eight women being fucked on various screens now, which was more than half of tonight's contestants, and a quick look around the screens revealed that several more were being pursued.

Angie took a quick look around for the girl she'd bet on, as much to see if she was going to get the gang bang she so desperately needed as she was curious what might have happened to her. The woman was still free. She was hiding in the hay loft, and if Angela's eyes didn't deceive her, she was masturbating while she watched a chestnut-haired beauty being used by two men below.

"You might have picked yourself a winner," he said, pointing at the girl. "Some women are like that. They want the danger, but not enough to join it. I figured she was a little on the slutty side for that, but you never can tell."

Angie nodded numbly. She was about to respond when someone cried out, "There she is. Our little milkmaid is down!"

She didn't look for who said it. Instead, she looked for which woman they were talking about. Before the event had started, she'd seen several with breasts large enough to qualify. At least one had already been tied to a wooden fence and was being railed from behind. That wasn't the one she wanted to watch most, though.

It turned out that her friend Sarah was the Milk Maid. She shouldn't have been surprised. The flimsy t-shirt without a bra to assist had come apart like tissue paper when she was dragged out of her hiding place, and the man who found her got to work.

Once her shirt came off, her jogging pants were far behind. It was only when they adjusted the camera, though, that Angela saw what had been written across her friend's stomach. "FERTILE." It was written in Sharpie with all capital letters. Just when Angela didn't think there was any fresh depravity that could shock her, that one certainty did.

"Did you guys write that?" she asked, not even turning to face her guide.

"No sir-ee, we did not," he laughed. "That's one crazy bitch right there. She's looking to do invitro on the cheap, it looks like."

Angela didn't say anything, but she agreed. She was pretty sure that's exactly what was taking place out there. Instead, after a few moments of trying to decide what she wanted, she suddenly blurted out, "I want to go out there. I want to get a closer look. Can we do that?"

When she glanced at Rick, she saw a wicked sneer flash across his face, but whatever he was thinking at that moment, he didn't say it. All he said was, "Sure thing. Let me get you a safety vest."

Once he dressed her up in deer hunter orange, they went out together into the dark with flashlights. While they walked toward the gang bang she most wanted to see, he explained the rules to her. They were something right out of a horror movie. "Do not speak with the hunters or their prey. Do not get too close. Do not take off your vest or strip in any way. Do not engage in sexual activity of any kind."

The list went on and on, but she tuned it out. Angela really didn't care what did or didn't happen to her right now. She only cared what was happening to her friend and walked faster as a result. She didn't want to miss a moment of what she expected to happen next.

She didn't have to wait too much longer, either. They passed one stern-faced game warden and two different gang bangs, and then suddenly, there she was. Sarah had been tied down to four stakes and was lying there, spread-eagled on a grassy area just below one of the large work lights. That well-positioned light showed not just the man that was using her and her bouncing breasts but the cum that already streaked her body in several places.

It had been only a few minutes since they'd brought her down, and already she was completely overcome. She hadn't just lost her clothing. She was close to losing her mind. All she could do was lay there begging for more and begging them to stop as she reminded everyone who would listen how fertile she was.

"Please, I'm not supposed to be here... I'm ovulating... I..." Sarah wasn't able to finish saying whatever she wanted to say before another orgasm wracked her body. While Angela stood there in her nice orange vest, safe from the chaos around her, as she watched another strange man blow his load in her lesbian friend's pussy.

It was madness. It should have repelled her, but it had taken root in her soul, and standing there pretending like her pussy wasn't fluttering and spasming at the sight was the second-hardest thing in the world after keeping herself from masturbating. She knew it was just the lust talking, but right now, she would have switched places with her friend in a heartbeat. She might have lied to herself and said that it was for Sarah, but the truth was, after the sights and smells of the fucking that was going on all around her, she needed to get laid more than anything.

Her tour guide was saying something to her distantly, but she couldn't hear him. She was looking past Sarah now to one woman who was being railed against the barn and another who had been pushed over a fence so two men could double-team her. It was insane. Until Rick put his hand on her ass and squeezed, all she could hear was her heart pounding in her own ears. Then, just like that, everything snapped into focus.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" she asked.

"I said, if you're feeling overwhelmed, we can always go back," he repeated himself, not bothering to take his hand off her ass. Angela didn't complain. "I know the first time women like you see this in the flesh, it can be a bit overwhelming."

"N-no, it's fine," she answered shakily as she leaned against him, "I want to stay... Until the end. I need to see this for myself."

"Suit yourself," he said with a smile. He didn't push her away, though, and for that, she was grateful. She wasn't entirely sure she could stand on her own two feet right now. Not as aroused as she was.

After that, everything all kind of blurred together. She watched as each of the women that had been caught in the area was used over and over. Some begged their captors to stop, but most begged for more as time went on. No one used the safe word.

Her whole world became a monstrous orgy of lust, and even her close friend became just one more piece of human livestock, at least until they finally caught the Asian girl that Angie had bet on what felt like a lifetime ago. It's been a long time, Angie contemplated as she watched the woman drug around by her dark hair. Does that mean I won or lost? She didn't know, and she didn't care. All she cared about was watching what happened next.

"They caught your girl," Rick said, amused. "I wonder what that means for you..."

"I don't care what happens to me as long as someone fucks me," Angie whispered under her breath. She didn't know if her guide heard her, but she really couldn't be bothered to check. All she could do was watch as the petite coed's clothes were shredded, and four strange men took turns having their way with her. It was a moment she'd been waiting for all night, and she hungered for it in a way that she didn't understand.

Truthfully, she could have watched it all night, but that was the moment that everything ended. That was when the final. The buzzer went off. Angela only barely registered it, though. It was only when Rick grabbed her by the shoulder and said, "Come on, we should go back," that she started moving. Her movements were robotic, though. She couldn't focus on anything but the horrible and wonderful sights she'd seen that night.

Ch. 5 - A Tour (Part 3)

Once it was all done, Rick brought her back to Orwell's room, where she was forced to watch the debriefing that was done for both groups. She was still in a daze, though, and barely noticed everything that was going on around her, nor did she hear anything that Rick had said to her until he forced the money from the betting pool into her hand. That was when she realized she'd won. Technically, she'd already known that. She'd seen that the Asian college girl was the last one to be held down and used where there were only about ten minutes to go, but she supposed that made it official.

Still, she didn't care. Her body might be here where it was warm and safe, but her mind was still out there, endlessly looping through everything she'd seen, heard, and smelled. It was even more intense than she'd thought it would be, and those brief few minutes had left an indelible mark on her.