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The Amateur Hunter pulled on the rope, and Stiletto was **** to take another step forward.

"Well" she heard Morwen say "the good news is that you just broke your viewership record. And the chat is... wow. Lets just say that they are REALLY enjoying this. Maybe he'll be gentle?"

Somehow, Stiletto doubted it. Struggle as she might the Hunter was flat out stronger than her and kept dragging her inexorably towards him. The lasso shot had been a good one, and her arms were held tight against her body making movement impossible.

"I can't believe I'm going to have to do this" she muttered through gritted teeth.

She was just a few feet from her now. He had been leering at her the whole time, and she mentally kicked herself again for being cocky enough to let him get the drop on her. A crowd was gathering in the park to gawk at the spectacle.

The Hunter reached to caress her chest, and continued the gloating monologue to his viewers that he had been spewing this whole time "and then, when I'm balls deep in your ass and you are begging for my cum, I'll..."

Stiletto had been slowly moving her arm down to the disorientor on her thigh, but the lasso was pinning her arm too tightly and she couldn't quite reach it in time. With the hand that wasn't fondling her chest the Hunter casually reached down, grabbed the disorientor, and threw it aside.

"...sorry, babe, too slow" he gloated, grinning ear to ear.

Stiletto's eyes grew very wide as he grabbed her hips, turned her around, and bent her over. But, disarmed and with her arms pinned, there was nothing she could do to resist.