Trigger Warning: Interracial is white man proactively attempting to acquire an African-American coed. Hunting Season has been written so that you can assume the Hunter failed or did not make the attempt. As always this is fiction. No real world advocacy intended. So called History, Social Engineering, and Evolutionary science ranges from "Uh, maybe, but" to "Yeah.No." all fictional participants are of legal age and technically consent.________________________________________
It's Monday, the second day after she successfully ran for cover.
It's also one day after the last of her college roommates, the former all state high school girl's wrestler --- and somewhat chunky ginger once known as triple M made her unsuccessful attempt to go to ground in her hometown.
The 5'6" 148lb (+ freshman 15, not lost as a sophomore) female was no match for a restless male hunter who had been picking apart their nest of four coeds since Friday afternoon when fall semester's Hunting Season opened.
Jayla is beginning to feel like the devil himself or at least one of his greater demons is determined to drag down all four of the coed roommates.
The first of the roommates Hunted down and registered as a trophy, is a stereotypical "All American" stacked "Blonde Bimbo", a carefree young woman studying and working towards a career in hospitality management "so she can get paid for seeing the world from a cruise ship." she explained.
Her dream is dead. Her name is dead.
Bev is now labeled Dyson on the webpage the QR code tattooed on the back of her neck links to. She's been renamed and enslaved.
The very next morning the Demonic Hunter took Jayla's Asian -American roommate. As soon as Jayla and Maddie, the fourth coed roommate, left for their work -study jobs he invaded their home and snatched Mary as she sat working on an English paper about poets.
Jayla and Maddie made plans and made a run for cover.
The Hunting Devil tracked Maddie's escape route and took her down near her parents front door as soon as she arrived back in her old hometown. Three trophies in three days is almost unheard of.
It's all legal and above board. Everyone knows females have an unearned genetic privilege over males in acquiring higher education. The same XX chromosomal traits that evolved to facilitate bearing and raising children in primitive times translate into privileged thriving during these modern technological times. Technology also gives them control over their fertility and sexual pleasure. Having to conceive and nurture children is no longer an obstacle to personal advancement.
To make the competition between XX and XY more fair an Affirmative Action was voted on and signed into national law:
A hunt takes place every Spring and fall Semester. The Hunt removes a carefully managed percentage of coeds. It also discourages another segment from signing the legal waiver and applying for University admission.
The system is a perfect as a government can make it:
Jayla's ancestors, who arrived on this continent against their will at about the same time as the great liberal philosopher, revolutionary firebrand and Founding Political Father of the Nation, also Ginger, Thomas Jefferson's ancestors willingly did, knew all about just how 'perfect' government can make things.
The icon of Liberty, Tom married. His wife Martha had a half sister Sally.
It would be easy to assume that made Sally his sister in law.
Easy but wrong---
It made her his property. Tom fathered a brood on Martha and another on Sally. One brood only registered as 3/5 for purposes of political representation. The system was as perfect as a political compromise could make it. Jayla has a connection to that history in her heritage.
Not those Jefferson's though, her family's last name is Davis---
That fucking Jefferson.
They kept it. They're rubbing it in with every advance, every success every time they overcome.
It's a middle finger to a certain "tradition" Lots of her Davis' in the military--- Buffalo soldiers--- Segregated military--- Race riot military--- Integrated military.
One served with Colin Powell, later General Powell, later Secretary of State Powell One of her distant relative Davis' showed the middle finger to that "heritage" as aide to a Secretary of State!
ROTC makes sense to her. She gets a small scholarship, she gets spring semester of her senior year immune to affirmative action.
As long as she's on active duty---Corp of Engineers ---she's signed a contract to get the scholarship, any post grad professional education is also exempt for as long as she's on active duty or active reserve.
The PT is great. She loves the runs, she loves the exercise, she does extra workouts. She's hoping to be assigned to the big Corps projects on the waterways. Her goal is Civil Engineering when her military career runs its course.
If she's assigned to the Combat Engineers, that's fine too. Some of the neighborhoods she grew up in were practically combat.
She knows what gunfire feels like when it's really close ---She has duck! ---Find cover reflexes. She knows how to throw an elbow--- Use a knee, a hairpin, pepper spray, a brick.
Jayla 's got the advantage of terrain now just like intro to tactics taught. Posters are going up. Her friends have eyes out.
The Hunter can't ambush her, he'll have to face her---If he has the balls.
The Hunter is otherwise occupied.
He's got classes to attend. He brings Cherry Blossom to the U with him. The U leases newly enslaved coeds as entry level janitorial and cafeteria help. Cherry Blossom is employed. The Hunter collects first and last month's rent plus a security deposit.
Cherry Blossom's lease, part time, runs through spring semester. Some financial pressures evaporate.
His advisor is very interested in the emotional/mind control technique he's working towards:
Once he's admitted to upper division experimental psych, perhaps he could be a research assistant and even a junior author on the advisor's paper---
Just like that, the Hunter thinks, he stole my idea just like that. I need to copyright my ideas before I blab about them.
"Yes sir" He says. "If I have any future success with this, I'll let you know."
He does, after all, despite the unfair use of position, need his advisor's support in advancing his academic career.
It's not abuse of power the Hunter tells himself, it's Quid Pro Quo. It's human nature.
The Hunter doesn't like it.
Classes done for the day, he collects Cherry Blossom.
Her former classmates appalled at seeing the shy intense poetic dreamer pushing a dust mop with a shock collar around her neck have made sure she's well fed then slipped her some cash and prepaid debit cards "just in case." She dutifully hands them to her master. The Hunter quickly pockets them. Income the government doesn't see is income the government doesn't tax. They head home.
Dyson and Bessie, besides taking care of his custodial responsibilities, have made supper. The Hunter, well fed and mostly content with how Affirmative Action is working for himself, moves to the next item on his to-do list:
Bessie needs milking. She's just been started on nursing tea, her milk hasn't come in yet but the stimulation will help her along, his hands on her jugs are a necessary and a pleasurable part of the process.
He gets her into the stall, she takes a little kick at him, he side steps. He doesn't know kicks are how she's rebelling.
---She may be owned, she maybe conditioned to his scent, but she's a cow, cows can kick.
It's not a bad thing she tells herself, helping new mothers feed their babies. It's a good thing. She hopes her milk comes in soon.
The Hunter better pay attention when he's milking her, he better be on schedule and do it right or she's showing him just how hard cows can kick.
The Hunter gets out the udder cream, rubs it in firmly, but not too firmly, ---just right she thinks. No kick needed. He massages, squeezes, kneads from high on her chest down to her nipples. He pulls, he twists just a little. He applies his mouth and sucks hoping for a taste. He hears Bessie giving a little pleased moo.
Tuesday he is class free. He drops Cherry Blossom off at the janitorial station for the Liberal Arts building and takes Bessie over to the University Hospital's Neonatal and pediatric ward. After she's been examined and given a clean bill of health, she's tentatively employed.
The terms of Bessie's lease are a bit different than Cherry Blossom's. It's full time plus piece rate for milk he bottles outside of her working hours but--- until her milk comes in she's only being rented to work in the laundry. The rate goes up when she's actively producing. She also gets a no cost prescription for HGH which sometimes hurries production along.
Driving back to check on Dyson, and just maybe expand her caretaking duties a little the Hunter considers the Jayla problem:
He doesn't have to catch them all. He won three tags and he set up his living quarters for three slaves. If the fourth tag doesn't show up or if he doesn't bother with it, he hasn't lost anything.
The other tags cost him $600 for six lottery entities and another $150 each for the tags he won the right to purchase. That's not including the other times he entered the lottery and come away with nothing.
