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Chapter 22 by tslover69 tslover69

John chooses to...

EpiPen and fight!

John knew that he had no energy left after sprinting to the cache, but in his right hand he held the EpiPen he just found in the cache. He could use that jolt of energy to hopefully fight off Tara and either get away or in the slight chance overpower her and have his own fun.

He had figured this would be the best option. There was definitely no way that he could reason with Tara, who was already gearing up to claim his "booty".

With a quick motion he stabbed the EpiPen into his right leg, and instantly felt the surge of adrenaline to his body. This action surprised Tara and caused her to pause for a brief moment, but that was the opening he needed to distract her by throwing the used EpiPen in her face to cause misdirection and using his other hand to forcefully hit the marker out of her hand.

The marker flew a few feet away and now the tables had been evened as much as possible.

He began to wrestle with Tara, attempting to gain any type of leverage to trip her to gain freedom. However, Tara had fully recovered and now was responding with seething anger.

"I'm going to break you into two, you little cunt. Expect no mercy from me!"

She said menacingly as she was face-to-face with John. At that length, John could smell a bit of the perfume that Tara was wearing as well as the musk of her natural scent from being on the hunt all day in the sun. She smelt of mandarin and lily from her perfume, mixed with a tangy and sweet sweat smell. Her smell was inebriating, and almost caused John to give up anyways and accept defeat. But he quickly pushed that out of his mind, and continued his struggle with Tara.

Tara must've taken some form of wrestling or krav maga, John thought as she had continued to keep a strong base. John had wrestled throughout high school and into college, but clearly he was unable to find a weak spot to topple Tara. After about 15 minutes, Tara and John continued to grapple with no real shift in advantage. Every time they moved around, Tara's cock continued to slap against different parts of John, which left pre-cum all over him but also lubed up her cock. He slowly realized that the lotion that the staff had asked everyone to put on wasn't for protection, but acted as a lube so that the hunters could more easily penetrate the prey.

What happens next?

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