A Hunter

John Anderson was a Hunter. Has been for many years. Ever since Claim Day, which they have taught in schools, everyone knew that females were nothing more than currency. Property. In John's case, they were prey. His job for the last few years was to hunt Unclaimed women. In some cases, Claimed women who had gotten lost. That rarely happened, but the price was all that mattered to him.

He would usually be hired to find runaway daughters, sometimes even wives who were left unclaimed out of respect or even love. That usually changes when he hunts them and brings them in. Civilizations weren't safe for unclaimed women, so they would usually stick together in the woods. You could find communities of them, but most governments don't care enough as none of them are stupid enough to go against the government that could wipe them out and try to rise up.

They never got too big with the many Hunters that make it a living by either going after specific women, or even capturing unclaimed women and selling them for a profit.

Waking up to start the day, John got up and made his way around to take a shower, get dressed, and go out to get his food. He lived out in a cabin, that being the best place to find stray Unclaimed as they were likely to try and break into his home to get some food or some small comfort. He thought ahead of this and set up various traps in the open field surrounding his home. Many pitfalls, deep enough that it would take two average height people standing on each other's head to climb out. Even if one got out, the other would never make it. That's why he had the ladder around. He would keep some water in most of the traps to make sure they didn't die of thirst or anything, but he also had a rig so that when one of the traps went off, he could see them.

They were also deep behind his cabin, so most visitors, if he had any, wouldn't fall victim to the traps themselves. The home was also protected with many stones acting as triggers if kicked or stepped on would activate various nets, tranquilizers, and even some canisters of sleeping gas. He has been doing this about three years, and has made up a pretty good system.

He was just ten years old when Claim Day happened, and saw how everything changed. He watched his father claim his older sister, and his mother. It made him see the truth about women, and even had some talks with his Claimed family members, which shaped him into the Hunter he was now.

Getting into his vehicle, he drove off into town and saw the small town with all of its Claimed women out and about. Most of them were nude, as most women were found in the middle of summer. Some were dressed up, but if they were, they were in skimpy clothes, short skirts, shirts that barely covered their chest, some were even wearing costumes and pet gear.

You could find women acting like animals, as that was something that owners were allowed to do with their claimed victims. It didn't matter who they were or what they used to be, they were nothing but property to their owners once claimed. So many women would be acting like dogs, meaning they were dressed in nothing but a collar around their necks with their owner's information, and even a tail attached to a butt-plug. There were also some people that prefered other animals such as cats, meaning they were dressed heavily similar to dogs, the only difference is they liked to give their cats a headband with cat ears, as well as a collar similar to a dog. They were mainly domestic animals, staying inside. And just like animals, they were use the bathroom like the animal. Either outside on the grass, or even a litterbox, depends on the owner. Some were merciful enough to allow their pets to just use the toilet.

There were a few other places you would find women acting like animals, such as farms where women would roll around the mud acting like pigs, dressed up in outfits and boots with hooves to act like horses, or even knocked up and hooked to machines to be milked and even have that same milk sold. He parked the car and got out where he saw someone he recognized from one of his recent hunts.

"Stuart!" John called out, getting the attention of the man who turned and smiled.

Stuart was a old roommate from college who had John hunt down his younger sister who ran away when she turned 18 as to not be claimed. And when he first saw the picture, John was tempted to take her for himself. Emily was a cute bubbly personality type that didn't do well in grades, but had curly blonde hair that looked good to be a cheerleader.

Speaking of which, John noticed that Emily was with Stuart, the man holding a leash that led to a collar that was wrapped around Emily's throat. She was panting like a dog, looking up at John with that look that showed she recognized him, but held no anger towards him, and even seemed happy to see him.

"John, hey, how you been?" Stuart asked.

"Just living," John said and looked down to Emily. "See you went through with claiming her."

"Well, I did miss my sister when she ran away, and I didn't want her running off again." Stuart said, petting behind the headband that Emily was wearing that had two large dog ears on it. "And I think she is happier like this."

"ARF!" Emily yelped, agreeing with her owner.

"She's not allowed to talk?" John guessed.

"She was always bitchy, so I figured the voice should match the personality," Stuart explained. "You got any recent Hunt requests?"

"A few. Brothers looking for their runaway sisters, some husbands looking for wives, and a few requests for any captures I make," John said. "I plan to head out after I get some food for the road. Maybe I will find a settlement and get lucky."

"Why don't you claim a woman for yourself?" Stuart wonders. "All of these pussies, and you never get to enjoy them."

"I prefer a roof rather than a pussy," John said, but did consider maybe if he found one he liked, he could claim them. "But I am always on the look out. You sick of your sister yet?"

Emily growled, seeing that idea as a threat.

"Down, girl," Stuart said, tugging on the leash, getting Emily to stop growling. "Well, good luck on your hunting."

"Thanks," John said, going out to get some food, and some extra supplies, such as rope, tranquilizers, and some handcuffs as they would help him bind his targets, either separate or together. It is fun watching them try to run away while their arms or legs are chained together, and end up either tripping or running into something. Or he gets a shot out and they end up dragging their **** friend as John captured them both in the process.

His truck was fitted with a cage-add on which was removeable but he kept on since it was what he usually used his truck for. He had a separate car for other means. The truck was to help him load up and drive around, carrying women, and even a container to store water, blankets, and food for the captured women so they could survive for a while if he decided to drive around for certain spots. He didn't need his prey getting sick, as doctor visits for women are different from men in this new world.

He was all packed up, ready to roll out as he got into the truck, carring his supplies in the seats behind him, and driving off to find some more prey to sell. And maybe some prey to keep for himself if he was really lucky.