Stiletto avoids the lasso.

Stiletto had only a split second to react as "The Assmaster's" lasso flew at her with an accuracy that indicated an expertise unguessed in the overweight amateur. Flatfooted, Stilletto had no chance of dodging to either side so she followed the only course of action that remained to avoid the snare and fell forward and prayed the lasso would overshoot above her. As she hit the ground the blur of something much larger and faster than the lasso swept above her from the opposite direction. She heard an enraged cry from "The Assmaster", but neither saw any sign of his lasso or felt the feared touch of it's noose falling over her. Rolling over she saw immediatly the reason. The blur had been the swoop of the hunt and fuck drone, which must have started it's dive high above her with the aim of hitting her chest and snaring her in it's legs and latching onto her. Her **** drop had fortuitously outfoxed both amateur and machine and "The Assmaster's" lasso had caught the drone instead. The hunter drone was still airborne, it's insectoid wings whirring as the chubby amateur wrestled with the rope tethering it furiously. Stiletto jumped back to her feet, intending to make good her escape before the two could disentangle themselves. The opportunity to goad the self proclaimed "Assmaster" was too good to pass up however so she paused a moment.

"Wow, great rope work Assmaster." Stiletto taunted. "Now you can wave my tight little ass goodbye though, cause I doubt you'll get close enough for another throw."

The "Assmaster" gave an enraged howl and threw all his considerable weight onto the rope. Weighing easily three or four times more than the drone, the sudden hard yank jerked the flying capturebot straight toward the hapless amateur. Too late he realised his mistake and instead of dodging or dropping the fool turned around to run and succeeded in wrapping the whipping tails of his long coat around his legs and hampering himself further. The hunt and fuck bot crashed into his back as he turned and Stiletto stared in amusement as the drone's spindly legs struggled to wrap themselves around his rotund body. "The Assmaster" fell face flat on the ground with the hunt and fuck drone firmly attached on his back. The fat would be hunter squirmed desperately, but there was little he could do to escape with his arms tightly pinioned to his sides. Stiletto turned away as she saw the drone's rear end rise up from "The Assmaster's" body and that ominous phallic tube position itself over his fat wriggling butt.

"One." Stiletto said softly to herself as she began to walk away from the scene.

"Two." She chuckled, resisting the urge to look back. She had seen the drones in action before and knew well enough that they had the power to punch clean through clothing with their probe to get at their prey's orifice.

"Three." Stiletto still did not turn around. There were some things that were still too gross for her to watch even after avidly viewing every episode of the hunt.

"Aaaaaarrrggghhhhh!" The "Assmaster's" scream probably broke every window in a three block radius. Stiletto broke into a jog, enough to take her swiftly away from the immediate vicinity, but still leave plenty of energy when she needed to sprint from the next threat. The pained and horrified screaming of the anally deflowered hunter lessened as she put some distance between herself and the cause.