'Bad Wolves' Hunting Lodge.

The space port was a hub of wild attention. Not only did Samus recieve many salacious looks from the men there, but she also found herself distracted by the many beautiful women who were around. Some were arrivals like herself, in varying states of dress being led away by an official to their new life. Some were clearly more **** about their future, such as a row of weeping girls chained together being dragged to a carrier, or women sleeping in cryotubes being loaded onto a rack. Some however came with joy in their hearts, such as one group who made a show of stripping to all around them as they entered, stopping just short of nudity in tiny bikinis with adverts for the auction where they would be sold on display.

It was no wonder with all this stimulation to her little bunny brain that Samus barely noticed the journey through the port and to the van that was waiting for her, 'Bad Wolves' emblazoned on the side.

"This is the last one for you," her handler called to the driver, who let out a growl of approval as he stared down at Samus.

Brought into the back, Samus could see she was the last of four girls who were apparently new purchases. One was a small, nervous slip of a girl, human looking and dishevelled. No doubt customs had roughly searched her body and left her blouse and skirt in disarray. The second had pitch black skin and white hair, her bearing was proud, though any modesty she had was covered only by a slection of jewellery. The last had blue skin and elven eyes, a vaccant look upon her face and wore a one piece swimsuit with 'Gene-Corp' printed on it. Samus was the only one smiling.

"Feel free to talk amongst yourself ladies," the handler grinned as he locked Samus in place, taking one lass liberty to squeeze her plush DD breast before he left.

Everything shook as the van powered up and headed out, only the nervous girl lacked breasts big enough to sway from the **** of it. Samus wriggled a little in her seat. The bindings and her tail made things uncomfortable, and that discomfort was swiftly translated into sexual stimulation.

"What are you smiling for?" The white haired girl asked, glowering at Samus.

"Because I'm going to get to be a good bunny girl soon," Samus beamed. "And the more things rub... the more I want it."

"You're worse than that doll there," White Hair jerked her chin a the blue girl, sitting still and silent. "Don't you know what's going to happen to us? We're going to be released into a wild life park so people can hunt us, beat us, **** us and cart us off as prizes!"

The nervous girl started to cry a little at this description, but Samus only smiled more. To be on the other end of the hunt... it sounded so exciting. Her rewired genetics pumped endorphins into her brain at the thought of the chase, of her capture of her violation...

But, the reality was for now she was in a van with her fellow prey.