The hunt.

With all that is going on inside the mansion, it is easy to forget that the place comes with huge tracts of land. Granted, almost all of it is covered by dense forests to provide peace and privacy during the event. But there is one thing that stands out. Amongst the trees, a large building looms ominously over its surroundings. It is easily the size of a modest shopping mall and three or four stories high. The only thing sticking out is that every window, from the ground to the top floor, is barred with hardwood bars. A single flagstone path ran from the back of the mansion to a set of large, ornate double doors. Multiple people could be seen entering the building, eager for their chance to participate in a game simply called: The Hunt.

From the entrance, a single corridor would lead deeper into the building, opening up into a room. Already, several people were milling around in the room. The room was opulently decorated, but otherwise devoid of furniture. The only things that the guests had any interest in were a large table with what looked like dozens of small handheld devices neatly arrayed in careful rows inside a glass cabinet, and two plaques on the nearest wall with a series of rules on them. One of the guests approached the cabinet and read the sign above it.

'Remote dispenser. One remote per guest only.'

Underneath the sign was an electronic device that guests could hold their tablet or room card against to pay the fee for a remote. This year, the price was quite steep: One million dollars. It was a lot, but the guests knew that it could only mean that the players involved would be of equally high value. So after a moment of hesitation, he held his keycard against the device, and after a soft buzz, the cabinet opened, and he took out one remote. He turned it around so he could read the small number engraved on the back. He was lucky; only four to six guests could participate at a time. His was numbered three, so he was guaranteed to be a part of the next run. He made his way to the first of the two plaques and began reading this year's rules.

'Rules: Hunters;

1. The hunters are not allowed to harm the players in any way that leaves permanent marks. Minor injuries are allowed, but nothing beyond that.
2. If a hunter catches a player, they are free to do with them as they please, provided they obey the no permanent injuries rule. This includes letting them go if they so desire.
3. Once a hunter has decided to use a captured player, they are from that moment out of the event. After the hunter has had his fun with their captured player, both are escorted out of the maze.
4. The hunter must at all times be moving. So no camping near the exit to wait out the players.
5. The hunters are not allowed to stay within a certain area indefinitely. If after 2-5 minutes they have not found any of the players, they must move on again. This is to reward a player for staying hidden with a hunter in proximity.
6. Multiple hunters may work together to hunt the same player, but after they are done, one of them MUST leave the event alongside the player.

Our staff will be on site to ensure all rules are obeyed and enforced if necessary.'

The man nodded to himself. This was so far all standard ruling, nothing out of the ordinary here. He walked to the second plaque and began to read.

'Rules: Players;

1. The players must move through their assigned zone in an attempt to reach the exit and win.
2. The players are allowed to do whatever they think makes them win. This includes exposing another player's position, all the way up to and including seriously injuring the hunters.
3. The Players will at no point be held responsible or accountable for any injuries the hunters get during the challenge. And no future legal action can be taken against them for anything that happens within their zone.
4. If a player manages to free herself of her binds, this will NOT disqualify her; they are allowed to do whatever they think is necessary, and freeing themself would drastically increase their chances of survival. The same goes if they manage to remove any of their trackers.
5. The players remain in the event until the hunter that has captured them indicates he is finished, or they escape their zone. This means that if they manage to escape before a hunter finishes with them, but not their zone, they will still be in the running.

Again, our staff will be on site to ensure and enforce all rules.'

The man hummed. That was surprisingly lax. Usually, they imposed stricter rules on the players. Perhaps they had a plan for this year's offering? Or maybe there were too many complaints about it being too easy. Regardless, he made his way to the door opposite the one he entered through and arrived in the waiting room.

The waiting room was fairly large, easily ten meters wall to wall. A half-dozen guests were already waiting near the exit, but he instead made a beeline for one of the only two things worth talking about.

In the middle of the room, an ungodly amount of crushed rubies was used to draw two circles in the stone floor. Each circle had a diameter of four meters, and they were spaced such that a small strip of space was between each circle. In the middle of each circle was a player, and he recognised them instantly from the night before. The first was Florence Pugh. The second, Billie Eilish. Both women had been stripped naked for the occasion. Their hands were crossed and tied at the wrists, with the rope leading to a hook in the ceiling, keeping their arms above their heads, and their bodies stretched out to the point that they were almost standing on the tips of their toes. A simple but effective blindfold covered their eyes, making it so they could not see who was in the room with them, or where they were. They both had a sign hung around their necks.

'FREE USE.'

Both women had been fitted with the tracking devices the 'hunters' had to use to find and catch the players. Two nipple clamps, one on each nipple, with a single sharp pin that drove painfully into their nipples to keep them in place and to prevent them from falling or being pulled off. Dangling from each clamp was a small chain with a vibrating egg attached to it. Between their legs, an elegant harness of leather straps kept two vibrating dildos securely in place inside their pussy and ass. The dildo inside their pussy also had two small prongs extending from the base, which fitted snugly on either side of their clit.

The man approached Billie, and as he crossed the ruby circle line, the bound popstar gave a small jolt, followed by a strangled moan. The closer the man got, the more pronounced Billie's jerks and moans got. When he was halfway between the edge of the circle and Billie, he could softly hear the hum of the various toys and vibrators working their magic. He took another few steps closer, and he could hear the intensity of the vibrators ramp up with each step. At this distance, he could also clearly see the bases of the two dildos gyrating back and forth as the intruding toys didn't just vibrate; they also rotated and twisted around for extra pleasure. The two prongs on either side of Billie's clit were humming like an overactive hummingbird, and by now, the helpless singer was making an entirely different kind of sound with her voice.

"OH, GOD. Please make it stop. Not again. Please, not again."

Billie was spasming and jerking as the toy's powerful vibrations worked her into a frenzy. Every other guest in the room was watching by now. Her frantic motions made her famously large breasts bounce wildly atop her chest, drawing the attention of many. Her entire body gave one final jerk as every muscle locked up, winding tighter with every passing second. Until, with a piercing scream, she came hard around the two toys. Unfortunately for her, the toys had no intention of stopping or slowing down, prolonging her orgasm well past her limit into uncomfortable territories.

"Please, no more. It hurts; I'm too sensitive."

The man took the final step and closed the distance. The toys gave one final brief jump, making Billie screech, before slowing down slightly. The man reached out and ran his hands along Billie's sides, going up, straight towards her heaving chest. Despite her clear inability to offer any meaningful resistance, Billie still tried to turn away or hinder his intent. But it was all for nothing, as his hands easily found her large breasts and unashamedly grabbed them with both hands.

Billie shook her head, trying to wordlessly stop him to no avail. A scream drew his attention to the side, and he turned his head to watch. Another guest had approached Florence, and likewise, the closer he got, the harder her dildos and vibrators began to work. The scream, though, was not from the toys, but from the fact that he had removed the one in her ass and was already halfway in to assfucking the bound actress.

"Hmm, now there's a good idea. Maybe I should do the same with you? What would you prefer? Pussy? Or ass?"

"No, please. I've already been fucked so much, not again."

"Pussy it is then."

He held the base of his remote against a small sensor at the front of Billie's crotch, and with a soft *click*, the harness partially loosened and the dildo in her pussy began to slide out. He immediately inserted two of his fingers, enjoying the sensation of her pussy around his digits.

"Nice and wet already, slut. You celebrities are all the same, huh. Some simple toys and you're already gushing like a fountain."

He was about to undo his pants when a sharp buzzer sounded through the room. Behind him, the door leading out of the waiting room had opened up, and a staff member had walked in.

"If the hunters with the numbers TWO, THREE, SEVEN, and TWELVE could be so kind as to follow me, we can begin the next round."

The man removed his fingers from Billie's cunt, and without waiting, shoved the dildo back inside her pussy, making sure the two prongs rested snugly against her already overstimulated clit.

"You got lucky there, slut. Enjoy the rest of your day."

He gave her breasts one last squeeze before joining the other called hunters in the next room.

The next room was comparatively small and simple. No decorations, no distractions. Just four doors, each with a screen in front of it. The staff member closed and locked the door behind the four hunters and began talking.

"Gentlemen. Honoured guests. Welcome to this year's edition of The Hunt. I hope you have all read the rules in play this year? If not, then good luck, cause our staff will enforce the rules with rather extreme zeal after last year's mishap. Anyway, time to start. Each of you may pick a door to begin, and yes, you may share your starting zone if you want to. Each zone has a player hidden inside it. They are restrained at the arms and chest only. Their task is to find the exit of their zone. Your task is to find them before they do. The devices you have are all sending out a signal that the harnesses on the players respond to. The closer you get to them, the stronger their respective toys will get. Since we have four players this round, each hunter can catch a player of their own. The round continues until the last player has either been caught or managed to escape. Good luck."

With that, he stepped aside, and the four screens switched on to reveal the information about the four zones. In this case, it showed the theme of the zone, as well as the name of the player and the outfit they would wear.

Zone 1: school, cheerleader outfit. Or school uniform.

Zone 2: office floor. Business clothes.

Zone 3: mall, clothes; Waitress.

Zone 4: apartment. Clothes: casual lounge wear.

Having read the screens, he picked a door and waited for his round to begin.

This is one of those weird ideas I got after seeing a specific picture a good while back. I don't know how engaging it will be to write or read this, as each zone is basically the same things, just with a different cosmetic skin. But who knows, maybe it turns out better than I think. These four zones are by no means final. These were just what I managed to come up with while writing this, and I needed at least some things to have a base to work from. If anyone has a good idea for a different-looking zone and matching outfit, feel free to say so in the comments. And except for Billie and Florence, anyone on the list is free to pick, so go nuts.

This might also be one of the easier branches for any interested authors to join in on the fun. If they are so inclined, of course.

Cheers.