Hunted by the third sex

It isn’t the people walking on the path that confirm the hunt, as they were simply young and pretty men and women dressed more for clubbing than a hunt. What truly showed you what you were getting into was a naked skinny twink near the cabin. He was bent and bound exposed in wooden stocks, and as you got closer you could tell he had survived quite the ordeal. The poor boy was in a drunken daze, with his face and backside coated in dried cum. You don’t think he even knew where he was, let alone the dozen strangers staring at him as they passed.

The boy was clearly a warning to those entering, of just what their likely fate would be if they didn’t turn back. You and the others walking past the cum covered twink were willingly entering to be hunted and ravaged by the so called superior third sex. You had always had dreams of submitting to a large and powerful futa, and this event allowed you to combine your desire with your other kinks of being hunted and public humiliation. It looks like you clearly weren’t alone, as you entered the cabin to see a dozen fellow prey already here, with others on their way. The cabin was large, meant to relax and lower the guard of its inhabitants before the coming events. You didn’t personally know anyone here, but spotted the local weather In the front was a sign in table, wear the participants signed away their rights to be treated as a human by the hunters.

You read through the form, noting just how few limits there really are. Really other than permanent marks or damage if you are captured you become the property of your captor for the entire weekend, ending Monday at 8 am. The form also explains how the hunt will proceed.