A Hunter (or three)

A man approaches.
He's wearing hunting gear- camouflage and the like- and smiling.

"Nice pets you have there, ladies."
"Thank you," the brunette on the right says, "These are good bitches."
"After their walk today, they sure will be," the middle one adds.
"Mine is pretty, but slow," the last one says.

He discusses Petgirl etiquette and training with them.

Of course, he's not there for small talk.

He's there to distract them while his two friends sneak up.

Uppity bitches need to be taught a lesson.
The Forest was made for it.

The two men- one tall and skinny, the other average height and muscular- make their move.

The brunette in the blue dress is grabbed from behind, her free arm (the one not holding the leash) is secured and her mouth is covered.
He had a wad of wet paper in that hand, so she's gagged in one motion!

The middle one is grabbed with ease, as both hands were on the leash.
A full nelson of sorts renders her helpless.

The third one- the Latina- panics and has to act quickly.

Can't run backwards- there may be another hunter.
Can't run to the side- there is no trail.

She tries to run past the man, hoping to avoid him.

As he goes to intercept her, the Asian Petgirl sticks a leg out and trips her!

"Whoops," she says sardonically.

The man catches her in mid-fall and gets control of her.
He rips open her top, exposing a white bra and her lovely decolletage!

"Good bitches for us to have fun with. We'll keep your pets too!"