The rain fell through the leaves making sounds all around. She peered into the light fog knowing the hunter was out there, but she couldn’t hear him. The light smell of cologne as she knew he was very close, but this was his hunting ground, she was the prey. A cracking branch behind her sent her heart into over drive, panic as she turned to look. Nothing there as her breathing became more rapid, he was toying with her. Her mind raced, wondering why she ever let them talk her into coming here in the first place.
Her breathing calmed now, just the patter in the leaves. Had he passed her by? Her mind pondered the question till she saw a slowly moving figure. Dark camo, wet from the rain sliding silently in the mist. Sitting frozen in place as her heart now pounded, eyes scanning for the best escape. Her only saving grace was the rain was starting to get a little heavier. At least it was a warm rain this time of year; her flesh felt every drop that fell on it. Her bra and panties her only protection now from the bramble, the rest of her clothes still back at the tent she had took off from.
Slowly turning when he was looking the other way there was an escape. Her feet betrayed her as the soggy ground slid. A flurry of leaves as balance was now a struggle till a sapling gave assistance. Her feet just finally gripping when she turned and saw him looking at her. His bow was pulled, the arrow in place as she knew he had her. The world became slow motion as the twang of the release sounded in her ears. A moment later the wind was knocked from her as the ground now greeted the crashing body. The crimson red mixing in the wetness as he wasted no time and was on her in a moment.
She gasped as he ripped off her remaining clothing. She could see his cock was erect in his pants as he pulled her legs apart. A second later he was unzipping and preparing to take his prize. Breath was in gasps as suddenly she felt his impaling member invade her, deep and hard as the twigs and leaves were her bed now. The pain between her legs matched the pain in her side for the moment but soon it faded as her body betrayed her and she began to have the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her eyes rolling back into her head, her last vision before the darkness was his dirty face, stench of a week in the woods camping.
She woke back in the camp. Man gathered around the fire laughing as the other “does” walked around naked being used by the victorious hunters. She could see the red head that talked her into coming to the camp laid on the table. Her mouth filled with a thick cock, her pussy being ravaged by another, two other men in line to have a turn. She could see the man who “bagged” her. Now that he was washed and shaven he was actually quite handsome. He laughed with the others then he turned and saw her awake and gave a bigger smile.
“Well good morning, I got a little worried when you passed out in the woods” he began “I hope you enjoyed me bagging you.”
She could feel her pussy had been very well used while she was out. A smile crossed her face as she looked away for a moment. Next to her was the “arrow” that had hit her, a tennis ball on the thin shaft that had been coated in a red paint, his color to mark his kill. She knew there would be a bruise from where she had been shot but she had to admit it was more fun that even she had expected. To be taken by a true hunter, to be hunted and used for his pleasure. Her head dropped for a moment but he lifted it to meet his gaze. A flush ran across her cheeks as she whispered “Can you take me again, this time I want to feel it all” ….