The Cunt Hunt Ch 03

Over the course of the next hour, the hunters and the herd played cat and mouse. They would approach and the herd will pick up speed, never managing to stop. It wasn't hard to work out what the plan was, we had a stand of trees to our back, an impenetrable barrier in our bare feet. The grass was soft and luxurious but I didn't fancy having to run through the fallen sticks and bark of the small stand of trees. Holly for her part, stayed near the front of the herd and as was my custom, I stayed nearby. A number of zebras had drifted close to the small copse, testing the ground and checking for means of escape while the more experienced zebras watched idly.

To me it looked like they had the right idea and I assumed that all the older zebra knew the path. I took a step towards the trees and only barely heard Holly take a sharp intake of breath. I turned and locked eyes and with the smallest of movements, she shook her head. Puzzled, I watched as the girls, took tender careful steps into the trees, treading slowly and deliberately as they experimented on the rough ground. Every now and again, a girl would yelp and lift her bare foot as a twig or stick dug into the sole of her feet. It looked like slow painful going but if the men rushed us, they had a good head start - one I'd never catch up on.

By now, the new girl, Emily, was almost out of sight, her black and white stripes making her almost disappear in the shadows cast by the trees. If the men chased us now, she was almost guaranteed to get away. As she explored, the wrist bands for the remaining zebras turned red one by one. For once, no one seemed to mind.

A shriek split the air and the girls under the trees suddenly turned and ran, half running, half hopping as they rushed back towards the main group. At first, I imagined that a group of men would appear behind them but instead, they a flash or orange and black flashed through the trees. The zebras broke clear of the trees, some clearly limping from the debris underfoot. Fast in behind, a tall athletic woman, covered in bright orange and black stripes sprinted after the group. Like us, she was naked but unlike the zebras, she moved with blinding speed through the trees, soon catching up to one of the zebras, a dark-skinned girl named Tina. The striped woman grabbed her arm and swung her around throwing her to the ground. Tina struggled half to her feet as the tiger leapt on her back. With a massive heave, Tina shrugged her off and broke clear into the grass, sprinting back towards the main herd. The tiger rolled upright and turned only to find Emily still struggling to get out of the woods. Trapped between the rough ground in the woods and the pursuing tiger, Emily broke right and tried to run along the edge of the wood to freedom but she was no match for the tiger. With a growl, the huntress tackled Emily and brought her to the ground. Stuck under the tiger, Emily writhed and twisted but was no match for the more experienced girl who pinned her down.

I threw a quick nervous glance over my shoulder at the men but they all lay back relaxed, enjoying the show. Uncertain, I sidled closer to Holly for protection even as I watched the extraordinary sight in front of me. The zebra, Emily, struggled hard but was clearly outmatched by the more experienced tiger. Emily's shrieks became grunts then turned into gasps as she bucked and writhed under the other woman. Within a couple of minutes, Emily was pinned to the ground on her back, legs spread for leverage, while the tiger straddled her, working to restrain Emily hands. The tiger went in for the end game, quickly repositioning her hand, aiming between Emily's spread legs, fingers probing for the exposed pussy. Emily shrieked and crossed her legs, arms reaching down giving the tiger the opening that she had been looking for as she repositioned, her pussy over Emily's face. She bore down, grinding her cunt down hard onto Emily's face, muffling the poor girl's cries. She held it for a couple of seconds, then as suddenly as the fight had begun, it was over, and the tiger swung her legs over Emily, stepped up and with a single glance at the group of Zebras, ran back into the trees.

Emily rolled over, coughed once and pushed herself upright standing unsteadily and looking around nervously. Unsettled and uncertain, she glanced at the trees, then at the herd before turning to stare at the men who by now were standing. Finally, she glanced down only to see that her wristband was green, not a steady green but flashing manically. Confused she turned towards the herd and looked straight at me, her brown eyes wide with fear. I'd never seen anyone look so alone.

By now the trainers were forming a line and walking towards her. She ran towards the herd by Jenny and Holly caught her and pushed her away. Unable to escape through the herd, and not willing to enter the trees, Emily turned and sprinted in the opposite direction, making a break along the treeline. She had no chance.

Within a few seconds, the trainers had her hemmed in. She tried to run through them but one of the men tackled her with a second grabbing her by the arm. The hunters watched as the trainers surrounded and restrained her. It seemed to me that being caught by a tiger lowered our value as prey because the hunters sat back leaving the show to the trainers. There was none of the paraphernalia I'd seen with the first capture. No ropes, no gags. Just Emily overpowered by half a dozen trainers who forced her to her knees. One of the trainers grabbed Emily's hair and pulled her head back hard, as another trainer thrust his cock into her mouth. With one trainer controlling her head, the other thrust his cock deep into her throat as Emily gagged and gurgled. He released for a moment and Emily coughed, a large glob of spit dribbling down her chin as she sucked in a gasp of air before the cock was pushed back inside and her head pressed forcing it deep. This brutal routine repeated for a couple of minutes until the trainer grunted and thrust his hips forward forcing his cock deep into her throat as he groaned in ecstasy. When her released, spit and cum dribbled down Emily's chin onto her tits as the hunters took photos. The trainer holding her hair, turned her to face the cameras as the cum dribbled and he heaved for breath. Then it was the next trainer's turn.

In all six trainers face fucked Emily in front of us as she was photographed and videoed as one my one the trainers came in her mouth, or on her face and in her hair. By the time they had finished, Emily's face and tits were covered in patches of sticky white cum. A line of it stretched down her chin ending in a long droplet that swung as her head moved. Out of breath and exhausted by the ordeal, she was totally exposed as the hunters videoed her and snapped photos. Eventually when she realized what was going on and tried to turn, one of the trainers, grabbed her hair and presented her face to the photographers. Emily didn't have the strength to resist and knelt, panting as they went around their business.

The lesson to the rest of us was clear. If you were going to get caught, better by the hunters than any of the women. The stakes had just increased. I glanced around the remaining herd. The newer members watched with mouths open while the more experienced took the time to relax. Holly and Jenny weren't watching however, their eyes were focused on Stacey who watched with a scowl on her face.