A female with a strap on

A tall muscular woman strolled out of the tree line, her paint ball gun trained on your your torso. She wore a similarly sexualized latex outfit, her breast given no quarter to hide behind a translucent sheet of latex and no doubt her crotch exposed beneath her black 10 inch sex toy. A mess of a red braid tucked under a hunter’s cap. “Hands were I can see them thief,” She ordered as she stepped closer towards you and her piece of bait. The thought of swiping at the bunny boy’s rope passed your mind as you rose the knife above your head but don’t as he would only fall and be recaptured.

“Atta boy, now put them behind your head,” the huntress sung as she walked out of your vision. Obeying her orders you hear another shot of air fire from her paint gun, sticking your wrist. Latex inflated around them, you try prying them apart but was met by strong resistance. “That’s to make sure you keep those mitts to yourself,” she growled tugging you by your shirt.

“Please don’t hurt him,” the bunny whined as he struggled in his bondage. “He-hey let me at least expla-“ the red headed huntress shoved you onto your knees. “Shut it,” she ordered quieting you in an instant. You feel your cheeks redden burn feeling as your exposed cock rose. Looking away from your cock you gulped, not know if to push the issue.

“Please I’m new here, I didn’t know he was your’s” you only got your first sentence before your feel to more paint balls to the knees, trapping them in their bent position. “What did I just say, worm?” She asked aiming her paint ball at your forehead. “S-shut it,” you answered images of different hoods that a shot like that would give you.