White leather fit for a white rabbit

At the lady’s command the Hispanic girl opens a nearby locker, in which hangs your outfit. It is all made of white leather with golden metal snaps and hooks. Lady Lockmire orders you to strip everything but your running shoes, and you instantly obey, only realizing once you were naked just how **** you’ve become. You are given no time to dwell as the check in girl starts dressing you. The outfit seems to be in three main sections, the largest being a steel bone corset. It’s an underbust, cinching in tight and leaving your perky breasts and shaved pussy on full display. The second part was sets of white leather cuffs, a pair for your ankles, a pair for your thighs, for your upper arms, and finally your wrists. Each were locked with a golden key, and you noticed one wrist had a built in smart watch. The lady explained as she approached and set it “this is your tracker. It will allow officiants to mark where you are, provide you with the time remaining, and allow any captors to mark your capture officially.” That all made sense, and you looked it over as the check in girl handed the lady the final piece.

The Lady Lockmier held before you a white hood. It was the only price that wasn’t leather, as it seemed to be made of a soft and flexible neoprene material. She explained as she slid it over your head “this will conceal your identity, and you will be known to all simply as the white rabbit until the end of the weekend. Only then when you either win, or your owner for the next to months is revealed, will it be removed, more than likely so your owner may fully see their prize.” As she slides and secures the hood with the same golden key, you can feel it’s tight form along your face and head. You have clear vision from the eye holes, and can breath through the mouth but the material stays under your chin. You reach up and feel your new ears, long and pointy. There is something stiff inside letting you shape the ears to your liking but you leave them up.

“My my, you are a pretty bunny. Know you are almost ready... but what’s missing? I know!” She jokes as she shows you what is in her hand. It’s a silicone plug, bulbous and black, but with a fluffy white cotton tale at the end. The Hispanic girl doesn’t warn you before she bends you ass up over a nearby bench, and the Lady laughs as she approached from behind. A gloved hand first wipes between your legs, taking its time when she bends over and whispers in your ear “eager little bunny, already wet. Be glad I’m not participating, or you’d end up a chew toy of my favorite bitches...”

You gulp, first at being called out for your horniness, and then the threat. You figured she mean puppy girls she trained... but even that is a terrifying thought. You don’t get to think on it much more as she suddenly starts pressing in the now lubed tail. You whine in slight pain as your ring is slowly stretched, until it goes in with an audible pop and you feel the fullness.

“There we go. That’s the prize of your first captor, they can keep for some points even if they later loose you.” She spanks you hard, letting you yelp. “Have fun little bunny, try not to get captured in the first hour!”

With that the Lady leaves you with the check in lady, who leads you outside. “Ok bunny, you’ve been briefed on it all, but one last time. You have all 100 acres of the inclosed property to run, hide, or even attack others. The competition last for 48 hours from when the other girls start, and you get a thirty minute head start. If you are captured, whoever is in possession of you at the end of the 48 hours gets ownership of your person for a period of two months. Over the 48 hours any in possession of you may do whatever sexual acts they wish on you, except permanently damaging you or removing any piece of your outfit other than your running shoes. Any questions?”

You responded no, thinking she’s explained it well and eager to start. She has you wait until the official time, marking it on your watch and letting you go. You hear a horn marking it, and you run into the woods. You have shoes which help against the twigs and brush, but your exposed legs, arms, and pussy still get the occasional scrape. After heading in a straight line for five minutes, you come across a stream. You could head upstream and uphill, downstream towards a small clearing, cross it, or you could try to hide.