You came here for a reason!

You are squirming as you sign yourself away, so turned on knowing this basically means for the rest of the weekend your holes are no longer in your own control. After you finish signing the paperwork, you go to the main area to mingle and people watch until the event begins.

Looking around, it seems there are around 20 other girls here, some in small friend groups of two or three, others nervously on their own or being hit on by the men. Speaking of the men, it looks like they about double the women. They ranged in age from young 20s to mid 40s, ranging in heights, race, and body types. There were younger preppy rich boys, older hairy bears, muscle jocks and one or two that seemed like battle hardened vets. Most you’d love to be fucked by, but evenwith the duchebags you’d normally hate, the fact you couldn’t stop them if they caught you was wildly attractive.

After 15 minutes where you watched and judged others from a corner, the girls were called into a private room on the side. The Master of the Hunt, a muscular silver Fox type, told the group “thank you all for being willing prey. Remember your safe word if you get hurt or can’t handle it, but otherwise have fun being the sexy sluts you are. Now everyone, strip!”

The 20 or so girls around you all stripped away everything they had, putting them in small boxes and standing naked and huddled together. You couldn’t help but notice two were transfems, breaking the sea of pussies with two tiny little dicks. It’s good to see the club care about what people were, not just what’s in their pants.

The Master of the hunt spoke again once everyone was bare naked. “Mind the horns, as we will use two. The first you hear will Mark the beginning and end of each day, so once you hear it head back to the clubhouse. The other one blows at the top of each hour, helps you keep track of the day. Now, are you girls ready?”