The news that I had a one in three chance of being forcibly impregnated hit me like a hammer blow to the chest. I watched detached from reality as the diminutive blonde, Janice, struggled and gagged from the cock rammed deep in her throat by the trainer and as the flesh on her ass quivered from the second cock being driven into her pussy. My fists balled in anger. The bitch was being spit roast when she should have been bred.
The trainer fucking her in the cunt came first, his strokes becoming harder and more irregular, the slap at the end of each stroke carrying across the open area. He grunted, rammed his hips forward and clenched his ass holding himself deep and filling her pussy with his hot cum. Then the trainer facefucking her unloaded his seed into her throat. Her face red from being choked his cock. Her whole body convulsed as he held her head and unleashed his balls into her. He withdrew and she collapsed to the ground, hacking and coughing with a dribble of white cum oozing from the corner of her mouth and flowing down her chin.
They let her lay there for only a few moments until her breathing settled before starting the process to remove her from the field. If Janice wanted to be treated like meat, they were going to oblige. The trainers started on her by pulling her arms behind her back and binding her wrists together. Next, they bound her ankles which they then pulled up close to her ass and then secured to her wrists. Strong arms lifted her as they wound the rope around her body. Finally one of the trainers reached down, pressed Janice's cheeks together and rammed a red plastic ballgag into her mouth, the red ball in her mouth making her look like a dressed pig waiting to be roasted.
Hogtied and immobile, her eyes were the only part of her body that could move and when they met mine, all I could see was contentment. A surge of anger shot through me. Why couldn't she have just accepted her impregnation like she was supposed to. I scanned the members of our group, my eyes settling on Jenny and Lauren. One of use three was now going to be the target. A one in three shot of becoming a breed bitch and I was the new girl with the least experience. Kelly was right, these were not good odds. Not at all.
Worse than knowing the odds was the waiting. The field emptied as the trainers hauled Janice off the trussed up like a prize piece of meat. And it stayed empty. Empty and full of expectation. The bracelets for all the zebras remained green except for Lauren's, and Jenny's ... and mine. An angry red reminder of the lottery ahead.
As the day wore on and the shadows lengthened, I jumped at every shadow and flinched at every noise. But every time I looked over at my rivals, Jenny and Lauren, they seemed as relaxed as ever. I didn't want to get complacent and get flat footed but, being new in the game, I didn't know what to look out for. Jenny even managed to sleep, her head resting on her friend Kelly's leg. I missed Holly more than ever and in that moment and I wondered what she was doing right now. I grew increasingly tired and as the day dragged on. And I was hungry, I hadn't eaten since the morning. I sat down, the game taking its toll on me, I could no longer stand.
The blare of a horn rang out. My head snapped around to trace the source of the noise. A line of trainers crested a nearby hill with a lone hunter, the partner of the woman in red in the middle. Jenny and Lauren who'd been lounging around were already on their feet. I pushed myself up off the grass where I'd laid down. But I was slow and unsteady when I stood and sluggish when I moved. Dizzy from the sudden need to stand up I followed Lauren and Jenny as they sprinted away from the group of hunters along a line of trees, ignoring the tigers inside. The real threat was behind us. I ran as fast as I could, my chest on fire. Before long the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears soon joined by the pounding of a man's feet against the ground close behind me.
I wondered what it would be like to give up, to hand myself over to these men to rest. I stole a glance over my shoulder and looked straight into the eyes of a hunter not three feet behind me. His eyes locked onto mine, a cold dark stare full of lust and greed. Adrenaline surged in my veins at the sight and I put on an extra burst of speed but . The pounding of his feet stayed with me. Lauren and Jenny, the only other targets were still fifty yards ahead because of their head start and moving out of sight as they rounded the end of the small wood. They may as well have been fifty miles away as far as I was concerned.
