Hunted
in the Bush
by Randi Holiday and Ryan Andrews
Wordcount: 12,233
Feeling
stressed, Jane visits the forest for the calming affects of nature, but instead
encounters a hunter with the rather strange hobby of hunting women. After
rendering the feisty woman unconscious, the big fellow strips her naked and
sets his plan into motion. Soon, his curvy prey awakens with a tail superglued
to her ass, antlers strapped on her head and her hands taped into hooves. She's
forced to run as he relentlessly hunts her through the deep woods and the
frightened woman is horrified as he plays a game of catch and release, welting
her curvy body as he enjoy's her fear. Once again, the busty woman is woefully
regretting her gaming choice…until she realizes just how the older man mounts
his trophies. That said, paintballs are still painful when they hit bare skin.
Preface
In the Casual (sex) Gamer series, a feisty divorcee
discovers a way to quench her desires of rough sex, punishment, bondage,
non-consent and domination with no lasting consequences. When Jane purchases a
mysterious controller that transports her into video games, she discovers a
virtual world where the inhabitants are sadistic as hell and satisfyingly
brutal enough to give her exactly what she needs. In fact, their tastes are a
perfect match for hers and no matter how rough things get, she is always
returned home sexually satisfied, exhausted and unharmed—until her next craving
hits.
Hunted
like prey with no choice but to run…
Climbing out of the bush took some painful maneuvering,
and even though Jane was scratched up, it wasn't the worst landing she'd ever
had. Oblivious of the twig poking out of her hair, she looked around and tried
to focus only on the peaceful sounds of nature.
Just beside her was a large fallen tree, and she sat on
it to remove a sandal. As she turned it upside down and debris fell out, she
realized opened-toed shoes were a terrible choice of footwear for the woods.
However, now that she was there, it seemed like she should make the most out of
it and soak in nature's calming goodness.
Inhaling a deep breath as she closed her eyes and focused
on the sounds around her. Crickets chirped, frogs croaked, and the wind
whistled through the trees. "Jesus. This is a little creepy," she
muttered, not sure why she thought it would be pleasant in the first place. She
tried the exercise again, this time with her eyes open just in case anything
snuck up on her. The darkening forest helped her realize what a mistake she'd
made. "Well, this isn't working at all," she grumbled.
It was time for her last resort, and she reached for her
flask to discover it missing. "Dammit all to hell!" she yelled,
standing quickly to look around for the missing flask. Her voice echoed through
the mossy trees, causing birds to fly off in the darkness. "Guess that
answers the question about bringing things into the game world." She
stilled at the sound of leaves crunching under approaching feet. "Oh,
please don't be a bear," she whispered, looking around for a weapon and
finding nothing.
Seconds later, a hulking hunter strolled into her little
corner of the forest wearing a bright orange safety vest that made him easily
visible against the dark greens and browns of nature. He was used to surprised
reactions to his size and smiled at the shapely woman's wide eyes.
He nodded in greeting and offered her a calloused hand
that was as tan as the rest of his visible skin.
Jane remained silent as she examined the size difference
between their hands. She'd always had a weakness for big men, and this fellow
was straight out of her fantasies.
"Evening, miss," the older man said. "You
look a bit lost. Never expected to find someone so pretty this deep in the
forest. Broken down car?"
Still speechless, she just stared up at him like a
simpleton. He hadn't looked nearly as enormous on the television screen…or as
handsome. He was insanely attractive and probably old enough to be her father,
which sparked her interest even more. It seemed that he was much more polite
than she was used to, reminding her of a distinguished gentleman hunter. It was
impossible to miss the charismatic way about him, and she was immediately
attracted to him.
He cleared his throat. "Someone drop you off? Are
you lost?" he asked, giving her hand a squeeze.
"Uh, yes, I…I'm a little lost," she said,
trying to pull her thoughts together. "I'm so glad you found me or I'd
have been wandering for days."
"That's entirely possible," he said, plucking a
leaf out of her long dark hair. He grinned down at her, deciding his hunting
expedition just improved by leaps and bounds. "Well, don't you worry. I'll
take good care of you. My truck is parked just this way, let's get you a seat
and a hot drink."
"That sounds nice," she said, staying close to
him as he led her through the woods. "Do you have anything to put in that
drink?"
"Of course. I've got a flask of black coffee and a
bottle of whiskey to go with it."
She admired his cocky, self assured swagger. It was hot
and somehow gave the impression that he was an expert at everything he did.
"Well, I'm really starting to enjoy the great outdoors," she said,
wondering where his truck was because they seemed to be deep in the woods. It
hadn't occurred to her that the forest would be so dark and she was glad that
she wasn't alone.
“Getting close to nature’s good, though you might have
taken it a bit far,” he pointed out, his eyes skimming her lightweight sundress
and dainty sandals. He wondered why the beautiful woman was so deep in the
forest, and all alone. However, even though he was curious, he never looked a
gift horse in the mouth, and planned to make the most out of it. “I’ve also got
a blanket in the back. You're not really dressed for the woods, and night's
coming on fast."
She jumped as he brushed at her rump, shifting some dirt
and bits of plant from her dress with a little more force than necessary. It
was almost a swat, but not quite. When he finished, his hand stayed put, and he
squeezed her curvy behind.
"I'm Dave, come out here for the quiet to hunt.
Further than most hunters come, less chance of being shot by a newbie and more
privacy." He grinned meaningfully.
His hand distracted her, but she let it stay there for the
moment. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jane."
While they continued through the forest, Dave's hand
started inching her dress up in the back, and she decided to play hard to get
for a change. She feigned shock and jumped out of his grasp, turning to smile
playfully.
"Now, Dave, you just mind your manners. You're
getting awfully handsy there!"
His grin widened, a wink accompanying it as he goosed her
again. "And you're a surprisingly tricky prey," he teased, pointing
to his truck that just came into view. The huge four-by-four was parked on a
dirt path, it's running lights illuminating the dense forest surrounding it.
Jane arched a brow when he called her prey, but the sight
of his giant truck distracted her because she often fantasized about being
screwed from behind as she bent over the hood of one.
"Let's get you a bit of a warmer then." He
draped one arm over her shoulders casually as they arrived.
"Oh, nice," she murmured, stroking a finger
across the glossy surface. "I just love a man with a big truck."
The man chuckled and retrieved a heavy thermos. "A
woman after my own heart," he said, pouring her some steaming coffee and
adding a generous shot from a bottle of whiskey.
"Now get yourself around that, it'll take the chill
off the day." He poured himself a matching one and leaned back against the
truck, looking Jane up and down and noting the erect nipples through the thin
fabric.
She sipped her drink and sighed. "Delicious! I love
Irish coffee, thank you. So, do you come here often?"
"Every chance I get, nice to get away from the city
and back to the wild. It's a bit restrictive there," he explained,
watching her finish off the coffee. He'd put an extra shot of whiskey in it
just to make her more pliable.
Setting his cup aside, he leaned over to take her empty
one. "Speaking of which, you really aren't dressed for hunting. Close your
eyes and let me get you something suitable, trust me, it's a surprise."
"Okay. I love surprises," she said, doing as he
asked. "I should tell you that I don't want to hunt, but it's okay if
others do it if they eat what they catch." She pictured his big truck with
a dead deer tied to it and grimaced.
"Oh, believe me, I do," he said, coming up
behind her to press his big body against her back.
She leaned against him, happy to get right to the sex,
but something felt a little off because things never went that smoothly in the
game world. Usually, she was roughed up...or worse. Still, the manly hunter was
completely irresistible, even if he was a gentleman and not her usual type. His
arm came around her waist, playfully pinning her hands to her sides as he
showed her his strength. He pulled her against his solid frame, leaning down so
the lusty woman could feel his warm breath against her ear.
"You've still got your eyes closed?" he asked,
her perfumed hair wafting in the night air.
When his lips grazed her slender neck she shivered and
tilted her head to give him better access. "They're still closed,"
she said, her toes curling under with excitement.
"Good girl," he said, bringing his other hand
up to clamp a cloth over her mouth and nose.
Jane's eyes flew open and she tried to free her arms but
they were hopelessly trapped at her sides. As she began to feel dizzy and she
struggled to breathe, the night sounds were more pronounced and the breeze
whistled through the dense forest. He'd completely caught her off guard and
there wasn't a thing she could do as she finally slumped into unconsciousness
in his arms.
Once she was asleep, he placed her curvy body on the
tailgate. Her dress was torn down the front, the flimsy fabric ripping as
easily as paper. If Jane were awake, that would have excited the hell out of
her, but she was out cold. When her large breasts were exposed, he cupped them
appreciatively, testing their weight. Her lack of panties pleased him, and his
finger slid through the slick moist folds of her cleanly shaved pussy, the
lusty woman's arousal obvious. The woman would make perfect game for him, and
he looked forward to watching her generous curves bounce as he stalked her.
Getting to work, he went to the cab of his truck and got
what he needed for the hunt, securely attaching a deer antler headband,
superglueing a bobtail to her ass, and finally taping her hands up into hooves.
As he finished, she was beginning to stir, and Dave
turned her limp body to let her head droop backwards over the tailgate. The man
pulled his thick cock out and thrust the rigid length into her throat, holding
it there until she began to gag and wake. "Up you get, Bambi. You're my
quarry today!"
Jane blinked in confusion and pushed at his big thighs.
Discovering her hands were covered with a huge amount of tape, a muffled sound
of dismay filled the night and her heels kicked against the metal bed of the
truck. What in the world was going on? Pushing at him did nothing as he
was intent on using her throat for his pleasure. His cock slid in and out,
pressing in deeper, slipping into her throat and filling it. Her back arched
and she moaned, wondering how much of him he expected her to swallow.
"That's it, Bambi. Groan on that cock. Take it all
in," he told her, pinching her nipples and pulling them up. He grinned as
her heavy breasts swayed, admiring the size of them.
His large size made him impossible to push away, and she
realized that he could do whatever he pleased. Most women would be horrified by
that, but Jane became more excited and a thrill of pleasure headed south,
landing directly between her legs. She quit fighting and closed her lips around
him tightly, not unhappy with the sudden appearance of cock at all. It was just
a shock to wake up and have one pressing into her throat.
Recently, she discovered that giving head was one of her
favorite activities, but it was only polite to give a lady some notice. As she
stared at his balls, she felt unprepared and even a bit confused about waking
up with her mouth and throat filled.
Soon,
he began pumping in and out of her eager mouth, grabbing roughly at her ample
breasts. "Like I said, the freedom here is great. You get caught if you
hunt people in the city, but no one notices in the forest. That's your job,
you'll run and I'll chase you with my gun." He chuckled as she paused in
her sucking and slapped her heavy breasts to prompt her into action again. She
made pleasant sounds of distress and then got back to work. "I'll tell you
what, make me cum and I'll switch to a paintball gun instead of the
rifle."Jane was suddenly terrified. He liked to hunt people? That
wasn't on her radar at all when she chose the hunting game. In fact, it was
completely insane. She gave a little head shake to show her noncompliance and
added some negative sounding means off distress.
When he mentioned switching to paintball it didn't make
her feel a hell of a lot better. She never played the game, but as she
remembered Zack coming home with paint splatters on top of angry bruises,
adrenaline kicked into her system.
Feeling more stressed than ever, she did what came
natural and sucked hard on his cock. It had a calming effect on her, soothing
her nerves even as his crotch smacked against her face. She hoped that he'd be
more agreeable if she made him cum, and her tongue pressed against his cock as
it slid into her throat.
When she gagged, Dave groaned, enjoying the clenching
feeling against his hardness. "That's nice, gag on it for me," he
encouraged, watching his staff visibly swell her slender neck when he was fully
embedded. His big hand wrapped around her throat to apply pressure, and he felt
her throat get even tighter.
Jane pushed at him, not enjoying the lack of air. She
kicked at the truck bed to show her distress, and he lightened up a little. The
situation suddenly reminded her of another psychotic Dave that she'd met in a
video game. He'd tied a pillowcase over her head, tossed her into his pond and
repeatedly dunked her under in an attempt to make her "more
agreeable." From now on, if she met a man named Dave, she was running like
hell.
"Keep sucking," he commanded, groaning as her
tongue massaged his thick shaft, adding strongly to the suction. His hips
hammered harder against her, bruising her wet lips with each powerful motion as
drool dripped toward her eyes.
"Fuck! You've done this before, more than a few
times," he grunted as his cock pulsed with his orgasm. Strands of hot,
sticky cum splashed into her mouth and throat as he pulled out, letting it coat
her face.
Still upside-down, Jane licked his cum off her swollen
lips then reached up to wipe her face and discovered her taped hands. She swung
around to sit on the tailgate and chewed her lip nervously. Was he completely
insane?
"You...you gave me hooves!" she stuttered,
wiping his cum from her face and then licking it off.
Dave chuckled because she resembled a forest animal
cleaning itself and he couldn't wait to see her reaction when she noticed the
antlers and tail. “Only temporary, I promise. I’ve got a knife to slice the
tape off when I’m finished with you.” He tapped the hilt of a bowie knife
tucked into his boot as his teeth glinted in the moonlight.
The big knife and his grin worried her even more. "I
hate to put down your hobby, but this is fucked up," she said, getting to
her feet. Jane held her hooves out to him. "Um, listen Dave," she
paused to shiver at the name, because now the word creeped her out, then
continued, "remove the tape...please." It just seemed like a good
idea to be polite and tack a please on the end, since he was big and apparently
had firearms. She topped the request off by sending him her best stern naked
woman with hooves look.
He sat aside the rifle and pulled a large gun from the rack
in his cab. The size of the muzzle made it obviously paintball but Jane was
clueless when it came to guns and couldn't tell the difference. As far as she
was concerned, it had a scope and a threatening look to it.
"Run," he suggested, cocking it noisily,
"because you've got ten-seconds until I come after you." He leveled
the barrel at her flat stomach and prodded it meaningfully. "Won't kill
you but it'll hurt like hell, then I'll fuck you and let you run again. So
run!"
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