Pursuit & Capture

“Now you will see why I wanted you guys to set up camp where we did,” Scott explained as they walked along, heading north. Gesturing with his left hand to the west, the older man explained, “Over there is the highway, with a tall, chain-link fence separating the park from the thoroughfare. To our right, to the east, is an uncleared area that the public is not supposed to go into.”

Joseph stopped and turned to face the direction Scott was indicating. Lifting the binoculars hanging around his neck on a leather strap up to his eyes, he performed a slow sweep of the tree line. He stopped his movement to fine tune the focussing knob. “Yes, I see it. There is a signed nailed onto the trunk of a tree.”

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“You take up position on that rise,” Scott pointed to the north, “Lie down behind those two boulders and I will hide in that group of trees behind us.”

“Kinda like being in a deer stand,” Joseph flashed a toothy grin.

“Yes,” Scott agreed, already heading for the cluster of oaks. “Only spelt D-E-A-R. Not D-E-E-R. All we’ll have to do is wait."

*****

They did not have to wait long.

Joseph spotted her first. She was of average height, about 5-4, but with an extremely curvaceous, compact body. Her legs were well toned, her ass full, some might even say a big butt, and she had a set of knockers to die for. Her long, blonde, shoulder length hair was tied back in a ponytail.

“Hey, Scott, check this one out,” the walkie-talkie crackled. The team did not depend on cellphones, which rely on cell towers and parts of the park did not have coverage. Direct radio devices, though limited in range, do not have to be concerned with the ‘number of bars’.

“Hmm,” Scott muttered into his walkie-talkie as he used his binoculars to study the voluptuous naked blonde who was strolling so casually through the clearing. Her heavy boobs swayed with each step she took. “This one is a bit older. I would say late thirties to early forties.”

“That’s good,” Joseph shot back. “More experience.”

“And probably more horny,” Scott concurred. After a few more moments of scrutinizing her through his field-glasses, he radioed, “O.K. She is nearly in the center of the field. I am going to rush her. You are taller and younger than I. You are the faster runner. When she flees me, she will have no other choice than to run straight towards you. When she does, you cut her off.”

“Roger that,” Joseph responded. “I can already fell those ta-tas in my hands.”

*****

It was the sound of Scott’s boots crunching the fall leaves under the trees that caused the naked woman to look in that direction. When the figure of a somewhat short man decked out in camouflaged gear came charging out of the cluster of trees, she immediately spun and started running away from him. She had gone several yards, frequently glancing back over her shoulder, before she noticed the much taller and much faster, similarly attired man rushing towards her. Halting immediately, she quickly pivoted her head to and fro, and then barreled in a new direction. Perpendicular to her original course.

“Hey! Don’t go in there,” Scott yelled out as he drew the paint-ball pistol from its holster. “It’s not safe!”

Since she showed no signs of heeding his warning, Scott stopped running and assumed a widespread stance. He cradled his right fist in his left palm and squeezed off a shot.

“YEOW!” the naked, escaping woman cried out when the spherical gelatin capsule exploded against her left buttock. “Those things hurt!”

Normally, at a reasonable range and wearing clothing, the projectiles only produce a stinging sensation which soon enough goes away. But on bare skin... that is a different story. She increased her speed, the pain of impact urging her forward.

“JEEZ!” she gasped when another ball hit her between her shoulder-blades. “Stop that, you crazy son-of-a-bitch!”

Since his warning shots were not having the desired effect, he re-holstered his pistol and took off after her once more as she reached the tree line. Completely ignoring the warning signs. Her long blonde ponytail fluttered behind her like a pennant in the breeze and her full breasts bounced from side-to-side as she sought sanctuary within the forest.

Scott and Joseph followed her, and almost as soon as they entered, they heard a blood-curdling scream. The men raced even faster, fearing the worst. But when they finally caught up with her, after ducking low branches and avoiding treacherous roots, they slowed to a stop and heave a collected sigh of relief.

And then they started laughing.

For the fleeing female had run straight across a fallen-leaf covered patch of quicksand. She was up to her waist in the clinging muck and struggling frantically to extract herself. The sound of the men’s laughter filled her with rage.

“Don’t just stand there, you bastards,” she cried out in anger and despair. “Help me before I am pulled under!”