Caitlyn draws your attention away

You don't believe her and more than that you're pissed. She doesn't get to tell you what to do. Obeying your command to beg is no excuse to tell you anything. Bitches don't get excuses in your heaven. "You don't tell me what to do," you slap her again. *SMACK*

"I'm sorry," Karly whimpers. A dodgeball sails by your head and hits Karly's face instead. *BOINK* You laugh, but it reminds you that you're in a hunt and there's more prey.

The weapon stand has cuffs. You force one lithe leg behind her head and then the other. *CREAK* You cuff her ankles together, and then cuff her wrists to her ankles. The whimpering cunt squirms and jiggles her tits. *WOBBLE* She looks like a human oyster. All three of her holes are on offer. Just for fun, you grab a plug and screw it into her ass dry. *SQUEAK* She yelps and tears up, but she's not going anywhere.

You look around. Caitlyn is the bitch that dared to just throw a dodgeball at you. She's hiding behind the vault box in the ballpit again. You grab the net cannon and run after her. She goes into full parkour mode. You load and shoot a net. *WHOOSH* She vaults from one box to the next. You shoot another. *WHOOSH* She does a front flip to a third box. *WHOOSH* She backflips out of the way.

The bratty piece of meat is too fit. You're going to need a distraction. You go behind one of the vault towers. "Caitlyn, was it? I'm not such a bad guy. You can stop running now."

You can hear her giggle. She's not falling for it. "Any bitch you catch deserves to pounded flat and fucked senseless."

There's a speaker and a mic in the hunt kit. You attach the speaker to the top of the vault tower and start circling, keeping low and out of sight in the ball pit. You speak into the mic. "The hunt's over. You won, Caitlyn."

She laughs from her perch. "If I fall for a line like that, I hope you fuck me so hard I can't walk for a week."

You keep sneaking along the side and use the mic to keep your prey distracted. "How about some chocolate and flowers, Caitlyn?"

She stays crouched up high. Her yoga shorts are riding up into her cameltoe. "Right, sure, chocolate, flowers, a sparring session with the punching bags on my chest, and some unlubed painal. I know exactly what every slut you see has coming to her."

You emerge to the side. Before she can react you shoot her with a net from your cannon. *WHOMP* She's knocked off her perch and falls restrained into the foam ball pit. You drop the cannon and rush her. Your eyes meet.

"Clever man," she whispers right before you land on her and throw a punch at her funbags. *BAM* Each impact pushes the air out of her lungs. *POW* You grab her jaw and squeeze it open. *PTOOEY* You spit in her open mouth and squeeze her throat to feel her swallow.