The Trophy Rack by Matt Nicholson Page B

thigh and funneled between her legs,
tickling her provocatively at the same time as a more urgent pain
made its presence known. She looked down at the thigh. A mottled
blue bruise had spread like a stain from the small hole left by the
tranquilizer barb, forming a ragged circle on her pale, muscular
flesh.
    Concentrating more on the tingling left
behind by the pine, she glanced back to the man that shot her and
thought about what he’d be doing to her later. Despite the pain,
her nipples turned stiff, her labia started to feel full and there
was a slight tingle beginning to build in her rapidly swelling
clit. Though she could attribute most of the reactions to the
brazen flora and cool mountain breeze, the horny came mostly from
anticipation at what the evening had in store.
    This was her sixth hunt in the three months
since they’d recruited her. She’d been waiting their table at the
diner when they started chatting her up. At first, when they
explained what her role would be over coffee and chocolate meringue
pie, she thought they were joking. She’d started to take them
seriously when they offered to pay her ten thousand dollars plus
luxury accommodations to run naked in a private preserve in the
mountains for a weekend.
    She’d taken fifteen and joined them after
that, only too happy to hear more. For that kind of money, she’d
hardly blinked when the talk turned to hunters with tranquilizer
darts. When they’d told her it would even be her choice to let one
take her or not, she started waiting for the catch. But they just
said there would be a hefty bonus if she let herself be bagged.
After she read the contract, she knew she was in. It was nothing
but win, though the seventy-five hundred dollar signing bonus
hadn’t hurt.
    This was only the third time she’d been shot.
The first had been an accident. More than satisfied with the easy
ten grand, and not at all certain she was ready for what it took to
earn the bonus no matter how exciting it sounded, she really hadn’t
planned to be take. But she’d tripped, and the older man with his
greying temples was good—in more ways than one.
    Had it not been for other obligations she’d
already made that made the extra time commitment a problem, she’d
have readily let herself be bagged the next two times. Once those
commitments were done, she made certain she was always free for the
entire hunt from then on.
    Once again, Faline looked down her long legs
and bare feet past the man at the end of the pole to the hunter
that bagged her. He was about her age and handsome enough that she
could have fun with him later. He was looking at her fat tits,
watching them bobble like Jell-O with every step her handlers took.
Given the hungry look in his eyes, and the trouble he’d taken to
track her, she had little doubt he had special plans for her fat
‘rack.’ If she could entice him into playing nice with her pussy
and spreading a bit of the spanking to her rear, it would be the
best money she ever made.
    A glance at the prominent bulge in her
hunter’s crotch only added to her excitement. Since she was
supposed to be playing the dumb animal, she did her best not to
smile even as she felt her nipples get harder and her pelvic
muscles involuntarily contract.
    Less than five minutes later, they lifted her
pole to their shoulders and dropped the ends across two uprights
posted in the middle of the camp. Two of the other women dangled in
similar fashion just a few feet away. One of them was a veteran. A
college professor during the week, hunters had taken her down over
a dozen times. Some of the other longer-timers were pissed because
she all but threw herself in front of the crosshairs, denying them
bonuses. But she’d become so popular among some of the richer and
lazier clients the owners let it slide.
    Just before they’d released the herd that
morning, one of the girls whispered in a jealous pique that the
preserve should throw a ‘catch and keep’ clause into the