He comes back tomorrow for the hunt

The next evening, the hunter came back to the park, and he came prepared. You see, the hunter lied to her prey, the butt plug was tagged with a GPS, the result was decided before the hunt even begin. But what he wanted was more. He wanted a cat and mouse game, he wanted to toy with her. Call it an orientation for her future life as his pet.

It's not long after he found his pet, hiding in the bushes, naked and afraid. She hasn't seen him yet, the prey is conflicted. On one hand, she wanted a life of ease, to escape from her life of financial troubles. But at what cost? Is she really prepared to be someone's sex ****? A pet whose sole purpose is satisfying the desires of her master? Well, not "her master", more like "its master". Shaking her head, she bring her attention to the pressing matter at hand. The fear and anticipation of the hunt has alleviated her heart rate, the butt plug slowly doing its work, giving out a small buzzing sound.

"What's that sound, sound like a small motor." The hunter pretend to speak to himself. Hearing the voice from behind her, the prey's body tensed. She try her best to cover her ass, the last ditch attempt to muffle the buzzing of the butt plug, but this only accelerate her heart rate. The fear of getting caught, plus the roaring butt plug in her ass has made her pussy wet. Her hand uncontrollably reached out for her exposed pussy, slowly rubbing it.

"Look who, I mean what we have here. A bitch in heat." The hunter humiliates the prey, "can't wait to be fucked? or the thought of being my pet turns you on."

Sadly, the prey was too preoccupied to respond. He was right, it did turn her on. "Am I really destined to his pet." She taught to herself, as the defiance slowly left her eyes.