A Hunt About To Begin.

"All right girls, welcome to the Outer Glade," he boomed, sweeping open the door to reveal the beautiful forest clearing, sunlight trickling through the tall emerald trees. It was like something out of a fairy tale. "Somewhere deep in these woods you'll find the Sheep Pen, the little camp we set up for all you lost little lambs." He reached in the van and gently stroked Samus' face with a hand so big and strong she shivered at the certainty he could crush her skull. "If you can make it there, you'll be safe."

"Safe? What do you mean safe!?" white hair demanded.

The powerful Minotian let Samus go and instead used his powerful hand to slap white hair across her ample, jewelery covered breasts, the small van filling with the sound of the slap, the rattle of jewels, and white hair crying out.

"Exactly what you think girl. There's a hunt on. Any girl not in the Sheep Pen is fair game. Anything can happen to you out here, so if you don't want to find out what our clients' tastes are, I'd suggest you start running fast."

White hair's lip quivered, caught between fear and pain, the small girl cried quietly to herself, while the blue elf remained unaffected. Samus's legs rubbed eagerly together, her bunny tail twitching in excitement at the thought of soon being able to serve a customer, as a good bunny girl should.

"Excuse me, Sir?" she asked, her voice breathy and her breasts thrust out, just in case he wanted to fondle her again or slap her too. "What if we don't want to be safe?"

"Ha!" he laughed loud, rewarding Samus' question with a hard squeeze on her breasts. "Then feel free to sit here or take the sceanric route."

One by one the girls were unlocked from the van and led out into the glade, the Minotian locking the van up and turning to leave.

"Wait! You haven't undone our cuffs!" white hair protested, straining at the bonds behind her back.

"Oh look at that, so I didn't," he laughed, before climbing into the van and driving away.

Samus too tested her bonds, finding them holding tight, forcing her to arch her back and project her breasts and ass. A variety of bunny emotions bubbled in her heart. She was afraid of being hunted, terrified even, but so deeply aroused at the prospect of mating, maybe even being lucky enough to be bred! Licking her trembling lip, she looked around at the trees, the grass, the rocks and the river and tried to decide what she should do.