Hunted on Futa Island

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Introduction: The Night Before the Hunt

The morning sun sent its light across the small harbor of the secluded paradise known as Bear Island. Why it was called Bear Island is a mystery itself. Maybe it was an English translation of an older dialect's name for the island. Maybe it was the shape of the inactive volcano on the island vaguely looked like the upturned head of a bear frozen in mid-roar. Who knows?

Such thoughts were not on the mind of the owner of the exclusive Blue Fantasies Resort. Not that you would find the owner's name in any business media report or in social media anywhere. Nor would you find Blue Fantasies Resort at any Travel Office anywhere in the world.

Isabella Cartillone created her establishment to cater to a particular population. One that was small but growing in numbers every day. That population was dominant, driven and highly successful. The result of all that ambition and drive was the buildup of a lot of stress. Isabella knew because she was a member of that population. The Blue Fantasies Resort was designed to relieve that stress in a secluded and discreet (at least from the general public's eyes) manner.

What had originally started as an island for the rich and powerful to come and "relieve" stress was now becoming a burgeoning industry. In an effort to inject innovation into her resort, Isabella conducted a "contest" last year to add a competitive element for those tired of just lying around on the beach. The contest ran like an island-wide game of sharks and minnows, but was attuned to be more of an adult nature. Contestants caught were not necessarily turned into sharks, but more of made into sex slaves for the hunters. Last year's inaugural hunt had been hugely successful, both for the hunters and the prey. The NPS scores were off the charts positive from both ends, and word had spread throughout the community. Not only had attendance for this year's hunt grown considerably, but a notable amount of incredibly affluent and powerful attendees had RSVP'd to be a part of the hunter population this time around.

Nevertheless, Isabella took a deep breath and went back to work. She still had to coordinate hunter and prey arrivals, finish screening the final hunters, prep for the banquet, and screen any last minute candidates from her recruiter Madeline...

Later that night...

Everyone had already gathered in the main dining hall. The large circular room held a decent sized oval riser along one end for a band. Tables were set in rows, covered with shining white cloths that gleamed in the late setting sun.

Overhead there was an atrium roof, a series of clear windows that allowed the evening sun to fill the chamber. Screens could be drawn across the windows during the heat of the day to keep the room cooler. Along the exterior facing wall was a bank of windows designed to maximize the ocean view. Rows of tables had a generous amount of space to allow diners and staff to move freely. Even the seating had double spacing to provide further comfort to the guests.

It was clear that the resort spared no expense or detail on the luxuries it provided its clientele.

Isabella stood and walked gracefully to the temporary podium placed on the front center of the band riser. A thick white curtain hung from ceiling to floor behind her.

"Ladies, if I may have your attention?"

The room noise quickly ebbed to silence as each hunter turned to focus on the beautiful resort owner.

"I want to welcome back the ladies who took part in last year's hunt, as well as all of our first time guests. Judging from the responses from all of you, we here at Blue Fantasies Resort have decided that the Hunt will be an annual event."

The room erupted in applause and cheers. Isabella smiled at each lady and waited for the excitement to die down some.

"Apparently you all enjoyed yourselves so much that we have 100% of last year's hunters return for our event this year."

More cheers and a few lewd remarks followed by drunken laughter.

"We only had nineteen hunters at last year's hunt." She smiled, "apparently someone has been talking since this year we have over sixty hunters!"

Laughter was scattered through the dining hall as guests clicked glasses acknowledging the friends they had brought with them this year.

"Tomorrow morning, we will start the hunt. Before the first horn sounds releasing your prey, those of you that wish can leave early to take ambush positions if you choose. Remember, no captures count if they take place before that second horn sounds to release the hunters. We have an excellent video system set up around the island. Anyone violating that rule will lose their captive and be expelled from the Hunt. You will not be allowed back until next year."

The crowd listened intently as Isabella continued.

"As you that have enjoyed last year's hunt know, each of you will be issued a marker unique from the other hunters to properly mark your captive. The ink cannot be rubbed off once applied. Also, the ink contains a paralytic that will subdue your captive for about an hour."

Some of the bigger ladies jeered at that.

Isabella held out her hands to placate the small group. "I know some of you wish to physically subdue your prey, which is allowed. Remember though, there are limits. No beyond what you need to subdue your captive. Wrestling is permitted only! If you are caught harming prey beyond that you will be removed from the hunt permanently."

Madeline took her place beside the owner and continued the briefing.

"You may capture as many prey as you can, there are no limits." She said with a grin.

That statement was met by enthusiastic cheers as hunters eyed each other competitively.

"But each captive you take, you are responsible for." She continued, "We will visit each of you randomly through the year to speak alone with your slaves. Any that show signs of not being cared for with the best clothing, housing, food and medical care that we know you can provide and your will return to the island with us. The five hundred thousand dollars US that each of you have deposited for EACH captive you take will be released to your former in compensation. You will not be allowed to return to the hunt... ever."

Several hunters nodded their head in agreement.

"I don't have to tell you what will happen if harm or occurs for your slaves while in your care. So let's not dwell on the negative, you all read your agreements and signed the contracts."

Isabella raised her glass to the ladies in the hall, "On behalf of all of us at the Blue Fantasies Resort, we wish you all a good hunt!"

Glasses were raised with a loud cheer.

And so our story begins...