She's not Mary now He doesn't know what name he'll give her but he knows she's not Mary anymore.
He dumps her hogtied form in the backseat and carefully secures the laptop full of evidence in the front.
Time to get her processed.
The drive to the DNR takes a bit longer from here.
In the backseat the female once named Mary Lee is exhausted from panicked struggling.
Her perceptions scrambled by the ball gag dispensing a psychotropic drug, she blames herself for staying home.
A smart girl would have gone to the library. It's posted No Hunting. I'm so stupid. I should have known a Hunter would take me from my home.
Did I secretly want this?
Her hormones, aroused by drugging, drive her rationalizations.
She knows what Affirmative Action is all about.
Before the legislature passed the Affirmative Action bill, testimony in committee showed that women have an unfair natural privilege in absorbing education.
They also have a primal evolutionary responsibility to bear children. The man's role evolved to focus the woman's attention on child bearing.
Thanks to Affirmative Action, society wins either way.
A highly educated woman contributes that way and may also bear a child. When affirmative action gets the female enslaved instead, she passes on multiple copies of her genetic structure' traits suited for achievements in modern times.
The man who takes her, takes care of her, he plants babies in her. She doesn't need to invest time and energy into finishing her higher education, securing employment and establishing her career before going though mating rituals to gain a partner and only then, perhaps, produce a child.
Being taken care of? Babies? Of course I want that.
The lightest dosage of the trio in the adjusted Hunter's mix (number 3.5 for the record) EX adds its contribution to the doe's self enslaving thoughts and feelings.
She is wriggling and pressing her suddenly needy pussy against the car seat as urgently as being hogtied and double seat belted face down will allow.
The faint acidic smell of success reaches the Hunter's nostrils Two down, two to go He thinks. "Every thing ok back there?" he yells, knowing she can't answer but also knowing what he's doing. He earned his academic credits. He knows this stuff.
He's so daring! So strong! So big! So careful of my safety, tying and buckling me like this. Now he's checking to make sure I'm ok
The doe is falling for it. Textbook case:
I'm so tiny.
My slut roommate has giant firm tits the size of coconuts! All I've got are these b cups oranges. I don't have a very big behind. "My hips, my thighs are not well padded. I'm not nearly her size.
The middle dosage of the three drugs is kicking in again. It is adding emotional depth to the psychotropic fueled reorganization of her world. The middle drug relentlessly, emotionally, chains her to her owner.
He saw me in my plain old pajamas and he still dropped the hoodwink over my head.
He really wants me. This feels so right.
She squirms more frantically against the seat as he pulls into the processing station.
A different DNR guy is on duty. That agent turns hostile when he sees the trophy is in pajamas.
Home invasion is poaching.
"Open door, open invitation." The Hunter defends his actions.
"We'll see about that." the agent, unconvinced mutters.
"Get her out of the car."
He sees she has a government issue ball gag in her mouth and adds suspicion to his hostility.
He does an extremely careful body scan for a slave chip.
It comes up negative, apparently not previously owned. He glares and repeats the scan.
"I took one opening day, I got that gag here when she was processed."
"Cleaned and sterilized before reuse"
The Hunter, hoping to forestall endless repeat scannings, over explains.
"Yea right." "Two in two days." "Tell you what," the agent, hoping to avoid police involvement and the mountains of paper work that will generate, offers:
"Her ID's not in the system yet." "Put her down." "Take the cuffs off." "Pull the gag out." "Walk away."
"Once she's inside, I can't help you" "Something's not right and you're going to jail."
The Hunter is pretty sure he's done everything right. And that ass, The Greeks burned Troy to the ground over an ass like that.
He says "Thanks but no thanks "
"It's your funeral." "Bring her inside" The DNR agent orders marching towards the building.
He scans the IDs saying "Your neck's in the noose now" "Tell me how you caught her."
The Hunter explains step by step: Intel from freshly broken former roommate now called Dyson.
Won an extra tag for taking her as season's first trophy. Made plans to clear the nest.
The agent checks the computer. Shakes his head. He never would have believed it. Two in less than two days. First one is first one of the season.
Maybe this is real. "Keep talking, you could convince me" he admits.
The Hunter goes on:
Scouting the area, not expecting to but prepared for capturing one.
He shows the pictorial documentation of possible surveillance by camera, security patrols and residents walking by or looking out windows.
"Not enough."
The agent knows the rules, this is his job.
"They might have noticed you, they might have seen you were a stranger, they might have thought you were there to take something and you might have been trespassed."
"That's pretty thin" "They wouldn't think it was a Hunt." "A man taking a struggling woman gets a stronger reaction than a man taking a leaf blower." "Got more?"
The Hunter produces the laptop next. Brings up the chat. The agent is impressed, he's coming around.
"Plenty of witnesses, quite the struggle."
"Capture and tagging by the book."
"It's obvious what's going on."
"That chat is full of morons."
The agent notices the draft document and opens it.
"The slut was writing a paper about poets from a couple of centuries ago?"
