Hunting Season

Capturing

By the time she realizes she is being hunted it is too late.

He came up behind her in stride and kicked the back of her knee, "oops careful now" his calm voice murmured as she stumbled. He steadied her, his hands strong, tight on her shoulders. A little twist to his hips as his body crowded against hers, sent her into the alley.

He pressed her against a wall.

He was tall and broad chested, his body hid hers from the sight of passing traffic on the street just a few yards away. She was beginning to panic! She drew in a breath to scream but he had planned for that. His hands came, up pushing a steel bar gag past her lips settling behind her teeth. It had a short spoon tail keeping her tongue down, prevented her from recognizable speech. Thin brass chains pushed back the corners of her lips. They linked to brass O rings which pulled tight against her cheeks as he tied rawhide straps behind her head.

Her hands came up scrabbling. Ineffective. Just trying to do something. Anything. To pull out the gag. To scream. Wait! Untie it first her scrambled mind ordered. She reached back for the knot but her captor was waiting for that. He immediately snapped a handcuff on her right wrist pulling her hand behind her back Then he grabbed her left one bringing it across, attaching the other cuff.

Gagged! Face against a dirty cement wall. Hands cuffed behind her back! Out of sight in an alley! All done. She was over. It almost felt like relief. The worst had happened.

Her muscles begin to relax, her thoughts losing focus and scattering, a sense of feminine submission and arousal begins to warm her. Is the gag drugged? She manages to think as she sags against her captor. His masculine warmth and scent somehow reassuring " He did drug me" her foggy mind confirms before raging hormones erase her thoughts.

He chuckles, mocking her "God girl you were so very easy. It's almost like you wanted this".

He staples his hunting tag to her ear. He lowers her to the ground and takes out his phone. A time stamped picture of his captive is required online. He cuffs her ankles together and hoists her up over his shoulder head hanging down his back. Once the tag is on and the picture's posted it's illegal for any misguided do-gooder to interfere.

He has no need for caution and camouflage now. She's legally almost his. He steps out of the alley. Passers by are stopping to gawk at the successful hunter and his prey. They're pulling out their phones. More pictures are being posted. Some of them must know her from class or the student union or the café where she is, was she realizes, a waitress part time.

Work-study done there had earned her a small wage, tips and a few credits towards a Hospitality Management degree she'll never receive now.

Those pictures are being tagged with her name and socials. "Oh God! My friends! My parents! What a humiliating way for them to find out!" the thought, the embarrassment, the shame, the degradation, the lubrication damping her underwear. Her mind retreats to fog. She can't think this! She won't feel this!

A few young men are lightly cheering and applauding as he totes her to his car. The affirmative action hunt has removed a female educational and professional competitor of theirs.

Once a semester, during their young adult co-ed years a slave hunt thins the privileged female herd. The evolutionary direction of their emotional and social development that better suits females to being still, paying attention and following directions than boys the same age has privileged them with an unfair advantage ever since elementary school.

It's only fair they face an obstacle to balance out that advantage. After all, if they put their minds to it and make an effort they won't draw a Hunter's successful attention.

It's their responsibility to avoid getting themselves grabbed and tagged. It's not like the hunting seasons are secret. They're public record. Anyone can look them up.

It's obviously fair. A woman can enter the lottery and win a license just like a man. While she is a college aged, or otherwise eligible adult, a young woman's as free as any young man to hunt a co-ed. Naturally, after some seasons Hunters high five the one of them who turned a huntress into prey. Life's just nearly fair not absolutely fair.