Hunted In The Bush

Jane enters her son's hunting game to be calmed by nature, only to meet a huge man intent on hunting her down. When he chloroforms her, she awakens naked with a tail superglued to her ass, antlers strapped to her head and her hands taped into hooves. Suddenly, the dark forest isn’t calming, and she regrets her choice in games…until she realizes just how he mounts his trophies.

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“Run,” he suggested, cocking it, “you've got ten seconds until I come after you.” He leveled the barrel at her stomach and prodded her. “Won't kill you but it'll hurt like hell, then I'll bang you and hunt you again. So run!”

A rush of adrenaline ran through her and she bolted into the dark forest. Her heart pounded in panic as she jumped over logs and shoved through underbrush.

Dave sighted and shot, the pellet splattering on her generous rump. A shout echoed through the forest and he laughed heartily as he followed, jogging with care through the trees, his booted feet landing silently on the moss. He was getting closer as he stalked the scared woman with a wide grin."Ouch! That really, really hurt!" Jane complained, twisting to see if it was bleeding. Her eyes widened when she found that he glued a freaking tail to her ass. “He's completely insane!” she muttered. When she straightened, something tugged at her head. She couldn't feel them because of the way he'd taped her hands into the shape of hooves, but she had a sneaking suspicion that she now sported a set of antlers.

After a few minutes Dave paused, lining up another shot on her hiding place, the antlers protruding from behind a bush, and fired at her flank. Jane had been just about to turn and run again, when she felt the stinging impact of the paintball.

“Aarrghh! You big jerk!” she yelled.

She ran full out, but moments later caught her foot on a branch and fell, scurrying into a bush to hide. Another shot caught her directly on the right breast and she screamed. Needless to say, that one hurt more than any of the others.

“You're the devil incarnate!” she cried.

Dave chuckled. “Shame you've not got night vision goggles. I can see you clear as day! Tell you what, I'll give you a chance, if you can find the truck again then I'll free you!” Another ball whipped through the darkness, this one hitting the slope of her left breast to spur her on.

If her hands were working, she would've flipped him the bird since he could see so darn well. The shot to her breast brought tears to her eyes and just when she was sure she'd suffered enough, he shot her breast again. She didn't know what direction the truck was in, and fled blindly, saying a silent prayer along the way. “Dear lord, please let a tree fall on this psycho ass-hat.”

“Left a bit,” came a loud cry, a pellet grazing her hip and sending her flinching just enough to avoid a low branch. He grinned as he watched Jane run, steering her in circles with carefully planted shots until turning her toward the truck. Two rapid shots hit each buttock, jiggling them even more than the running was already doing as he followed leisurely. “Just half a mile,” he shouted, whistling a pellet by her head to move her out of the way of a fallen branch.

She knew he was helping her avoid a few painful impacts, but she had a problem with his methods. Each time one of those damn balls hit, it hurt like hell, and the man continued to pelt her with paint until she reached the truck.

“Not bad at all,” he praised, as he strode from the undergrowth. “You did pretty well there, didn't even run into any trees,” the big man teased, laughing as he walked. Jane watched warily as he climbed into the bed of the truck, and her eyes grew wide when he discarded the paint gun and pointed his rifle at her. “Now I'll show you how I mount my trophies.”