The game is simple. Six guys, six girls, on the farm for the weekend. The farm was out in the wilds, and the nearest neighbour was over three hours away.

The girls would be restrained, and allowed to run for an hour, before the guys chased them.

Each of the girls had a number painted on their backs, and on their thighs. Each of the guys, after the girls were sent off, would draw a number from the tub, and that was the girl he chased. They were not allowed to interfere with any other girl, only the one whose number they had drawn.

This meant that the girls had no idea who was chasing them. They would dodge any guy they saw coming their way, not knowing if it was them the guy was after, or someone else.

When caught, the girls would give themselves freely to the guy. No sexual practice was barred. This was the rule. If the guy wanted a blow job, he got it. A fuck? He got it. The girls could refuse nothing.

The game is simple. Or it should have been.

Sally. Brenda, Janice. Emma. Julie and Carol. They were all friends and knew what they were letting themselves in for. The guys were strangers who had applied to join the game, and had been accepted. The guys were all different ages, unlike the six girls who were all aged within a few months of each other

The eldest of the men seemed to be in his early fifties, whilst the youngest looked more like twenty one, baby faced, but his eyes never leaving Julie.

The girls had talked this over for months before applying. In the end, Carol, who was the reluctant one, had finally given in to the pressure from the other five, and Sally had sent the application off, with their pictures, and then waited for a reply.

The pictures had been important. Two of each girl. One in jeans and tee shirt, the other in a swimming costume.

Only fuckable girls were accepted into the game. Either you were desirable, or you were not accepted. It was that simple.

All the girls knew that if they got caught, they would be fucked. Their only chance was to evade capture until midnight. Not that Sally or Brenda wanted to evade capture. Either one of them would be more than happy to fuck anything with a cock.

Brenda had invited Sally out one night, telling her not to bother wearing underwear, as it would not stay on long enough to be appreciated.

Brenda took her to a house party, where they were the only females there, and twenty rampant guys.

They had hardly got through the front door, when Brenda began undressing. Following suit, sally was soon down to her skin as well, and the party began.

By morning, both girls were worn out. There was no way of counting how many cocks they had fucked and sucked, but it had seemed endless.

Brenda laughed at her friend and told her that this was her third such party, and that sally could come again any time she wanted.

Though the men had gone, apart from the host, the girls made no attempt to dress. Brenda leaned over Sally, and let her lips touch, feeling Sally’s mouth open to let her tongue inside.

Brenda had always enjoyed girls, especially after a night with so many men taking her. With girls, it was more gentle, more pleasing, knowing exactly what makes another girl tick.

Her hands roamed gently down Sally’s body, teasing the nipples, before moving lower, resting between her slightly parted thighs.

She felt sally’s legs separate, as her fingers slid between the willing girl’s legs, finding her clit, and teasing it gently.

Sally’s hips bucked, a she gave herself freely to her friend.

“Right. You all know the rules” the owner of the farm was standing in the centre of the circle formed by the twelve guests. “You girls will be restrained. Your hands will be fastened behind you, and then you will be set free. Stay free until midnight, and you get to go home virgins” The circle laughed at this comment. “Okay” the owner said with a grin, “As virginal as you came here. However, get caught and you do whatever your captor wants. This, too, lasts until midnight. The game runs for a full fourteen hours, and once started, it doesn’t stop. Any questions?”

“Do we get to choose the girls?” one of the guys asked, looking straight at Emma.

“NO” came the reply. “The numbers are picked from a hat, and that is the girl you get, if you catch her. The girls will be taken to their start point soon, and numbers pained on them. You can only chase the girl with the corresponding number to the one you pick. There are cameras dotted around the farm, and if anyone is seen going after the wrong girl, their game will end. Remember. There is no refunds on this trip. If your girl evades you and you don’t get a shag, it’s not the responsibility of the company. If you cant catch a helpless girl. Then its your own problem.”

Sally looked over at Carol who was wearing a thin top and shirt skirt, as if advertising what was underneath. For one who didn’t want to come here, Carol was making sure that all of the men knew she was worth catching.

“Okay. You guys stay here while we get the girls ready for you. By the way, girls, each of these men has an eight inch dick” he said, laughing, as he led the girls away.

The girls were led away towards a large shed, where they would be made ready for the game.

As they started to undress it was Julie that seemed the most shy. She turned her back on them all as she removed her bra and panties, where the others hadn’t bothered.

Their clothes were stored in lockers, with their names on them, and, apart from a pair of running shoes each, they were completely naked.

The owner moved behind Sally, first, and deftly and expertly tied her hands together behind her. The rope wasn’t too tight, but after a few tugs, Sally knew she could not get out of it. One by one, the other girls suffered the same fate, as the owner stood in front of them and smiled.

“I don’t know if you do or don’t want to get caught. Some girls come here hoping to make it till midnight unscathed, and having beaten the men chasing them. On the other hand, you may want to spend a dozen hours as a sex slave to who ever catches you. It is your own choices that you will make. The farm is totally isolated, and there is no way off it. The fence that runs around the perimeter is electrified. This was done, originally, to keep the animals in, but it still serves its purpose. I would suggest you don’t touch it, unless you like pain. The men will be released exactly one hour after you are set off. You have until then to decide where you are going. I will be watching on camera. The shoes you are wearing have beacons wired into the heels. This is so I can keep track of you all. I will not be telling the guys where you are. If they cant find you, it’s their loss. I get no extra for helping them. Now then, on the count of five I will open the door, and from then on, you lot are on your own. One last piece of advice. Sticking together doesn’t work. As soon as one guy spots you, he can send a message to the others, and they will be on you like ma swarm. Solo is the best way.”

He moved to the door of the shed and started to open it, showing fields and trees which would be the only things the girls would have for cover for the next fourteen hours.

He counted down from five, and then watched as one by one, the girls left the shed, Emma the last one out.

Outside the shed the girls stopped.

“Did you see that old guy?” asked Janice. “I want him. He cant last more than ten minutes, I am sure of that”

Emma laughed and said she wanted the young guy, if she was going to get fucked, she wanted it to be worth it.

Slowly, the girls started to walk away from the shed, and out into the grounds of the farm. For the first hundred yards there was only open space, offering nowhere to hide.

“I guess this is why we get the head start” put in Carol, who had shaved her pussy for the occasion.

“We can stay together, or split up” said Brenda. “Personally, I think the owner is right. If we all stick together, we are sure to get caught very fast. Personally, although I don’t care who I get and I do intend to get caught, I want to make my chaser work for it.”

Sally agreed and looked at the other four.

“Fuck it” said Janice. In for a penny in for a pound. I have no doubt we will all get caught before midnight, but I would rather not have you lot watching me get shagged. I am for going it alone”

“Me too” replied Emma. Not that I don’t like you lot, but hell, if I am going to get my arse reamed, I don’t want you lot giving him ideas”

Faced with four of them wanting to go alone, Julie and Carol had no choice but to agree.

As they reached the trees, the girls split up, first into couples, and then, later, each to their own destination.

Even had they been given watches, there was no way to see them, with their hands behind them.

Sally had headed for the deep forest to one side, whilst Brenda had headed for the long grass over by the lake. They would each have cover for a while, and would be able to hear, or see, their pursuers before they got too close.

For all of her bravado, Emma was not happy with what they were doing. It had sounded great when they talked about it, but now, the reality was something different, and frightening. She had no protection, and with her hands tied behind her, no way of getting any.

Unlike the other girls, she had only ever fucked one guy, Simon. It had hurt, and he had been rough with her. After that she had shied away from men a little, and only ever dated them when in a crowd, trying not to be alone with them.

In the cinema she was happy to snog, to let them put their hands in her knickers, and even, with that guy from the coach trip, she had even had her hand down his trousers, giving him a wank as they watched the film. But other than Simon, no one had got close to fucking her.

Now she was in a position where the only way of avoiding it, was to stay hidden for fourteen hours. She would have preferred the girls to stay together, but when the first three had already said they were going alone, she knew she had no choice.

Hence her bravado. Now, alone, she was frightened. There was little cover in the direction she was going, but she had no idea where she was anyway.

What if the old guy had lied, and was telling the chasers where they all were? If he did that, even hiding would not save her, as he could direct them to her easily. They only had his word that he wouldn’t do that. What if one of them offered more money to be sure of a shag? Would he turn it down?

She moved forwards and came across a small stream. Water! You cant be tracked in water. She knew this, but there was also little cover on both sides of the stream. If she got spotted, she would stand out clearly.

Much as she wanted to stay where she couldn’t be tracked, she knew she had to get to where there was more cover.

What would she do once she got caught? The rules were she would submit to any sexual demand made of her. And would do so until midnight, when the owner would sound the horn, calling the gamer to a halt.

She had joked about getting fucked in the arse, but that very idea frightened her. Having a cock in her pussy had been bad enough. She couldn’t imagine how bad it would feel to have on in her arse. She was just about prepared to suck a guy’s cock. That wouldn’t hurt, even though she knew she would feel sick.

She collapsed onto her knees, tears running freely from her eyes. Why, oh why, had she agreed to do this?

Janice was staying in the open, deliberately. She knew she would get caught eventually, and making the guy search for her would only aggravate things more. Besides, she knew she could out fuck any single guy. Especially if she had drawn the old guy. He probably didn’t have a decent shag left in him at his age.

She wasn’t bothered that he was old enough to be her father. The last guy she had fucked was even older. He had paid well, but he had only lasted ten minutes, before shooting his load into her mouth. For another hour she had tried to revive his cock, but had finally given up on him, and left, still feeling unsatisfied. She had gone home and got her satisfaction from her plastic friend.

It wasn’t age that she was worried about, but if she didn’t get caught, she would lose out on at least one good fuck. And to be honest, she needed one.

She knew Brenda and Sally were both sexually active. They had boasted about a party they had been to. But Janice wasn’t quite that active. Apart from the old guy, she hadn’t had sex for over a month, and she wanted it. She had been to the bar the week before, dressed to be picked up, and was very upset to be going home alone. The bar had been busy, but no-one had made a play for her.

At least she knew that before midnight, she would get fucked at least once. Maybe more if she got caught fast enough.

She could have gone for cover, as the others had done, but she had headed straight into the field, knowing that for as far as she could see, she could be seen. It would depend on who was chasing her, and what they wanted, as to how fast they got to her.

Julie had left Carol when her friend had headed for a wood to their left. She stood watching as she disappeared into the trees, and then double backed towards the shed.

Maybe, if she stayed close to the shed, the men chasing, would be out in the grounds of the farm searching for her, and not think she could be that close to base.

She didn’t mind getting caught, she knew that was a distinct possibility, but she wanted to leave it as late as possible before that happened.

The old man worried her. He was old enough to be her father, and she had already gone through that phase. She didn’t want another father taking advantage of her, as her own had done.

When she agreed to take part in the game, she assumed the men would all be about her own age. After all, the girls were picked for their looks and willingness to get fucked. Obviously, the same criteria had not applied to the men.

One of the men had looked like a sumo wrestler, though he did have a nice smile. The others were nothing special, although the youngest one obviously thought he was. He had tried to catch her aye all the time the owner  was explaining the game to them. There was something odd about that one, but Julie couldn’t put her finger on it.

As she neared the shed she moved wide to the left, and towards some bushes. If she stayed there, and stayed quiet, there was a chance she could stay free until the end, or near the end.

She watched as the shed door opened and the seven guys came out. Seven?

Something was wrong. There had only been six earlier, and now there were seven.

She pulled back into the bushes and dropped down, hoping not to be seen.

How could there be seven guys? Where did the last one come from? It wasn’t the farmer. He was still standing by the door, watching the men head away in search of the girls.

Sudden panic set in as she watched the men make their way into the grounds of the farm. If they each had a number to chase, it meant one girl; was going to end up with two men chasing her. What if they worked as a  team? Whoever the unlucky girl was, would have to submit to two men until midnight.

She knelt in the bushes praying that she was not the one. But how would she know, until it was too late?

Staying free now became more urgent for her. Her worst thoughts were that she would be chased by two men, the old one and the youngest one. It would be like the past coming back to her. Fucked by her father and brother.

Tears fell from her eyes as she thought about this. She wanted the game to end, but she knew there was no way to stop it now. the farmer would be watching them, but would not stop the game until midnight. He had made that point very clear.

Carol had been the last of the six girls to say yes to the game. It wasn’t that she was shy, or that she didn’t like sex. She loved sex. But she always preferred to find her own guys, not be the one chosen.

She was, in some way, particular about who she had sex with, and where.

Gary had been great. They had done it under the boardwalks by the beach, knowing people were walking a few inches above them. She had to stifle her screams of pleasure as he made her cum for the second time in only a few minutes.

Alan had been the blow job in the cinema. She didn’t care whether or not anyone saw, it was a sex cinema, and would only add to the enjoyment of those already there. She had, as always, swallowed his cum. Savouring it’s taste.

It wasn’t because she didn’t like sex, she hadn’t wanted to appear to eager. As soon as Sally had mentioned the game, Carol knew she would be a part of it. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. It was only that she would not be choosing the guy.

Now, having seen the six guys, one of whom would be on her tail pretty soon, she had reservations. The black guy looked as if he knew what to do with his cock, and he seemed to have one as big as any she had seen. This was her impression as she had looked at the crotch of each man in the room. Even still soft, she had seen it hanging down his right leg.

Given the choice, he would be the one. She didn’t care what he wanted, or where he wanted to put it, she simply wanted that cock inside her somewhere. Maybe she would be lucky. Maybe he had drawn number three, and was already looking for her.

If she knew for definite that it was him, she would allow herself to be found in no time.

But the Swede. There was something about him that she couldn’t put her finger on. At first glance she though he may have been gay. But what would he be doing playing the game if that were true.

He had steel blue eyes, and they had travelled around the room looking at each of the girls, as if summing up what he would do with them when he caught them.

He had kept his hands in his pockets the whole time, so she couldn’t tell whether he was a manual worker or an office worker. The old man was not a manual worker. The  hands were testament to that. The black guy was probably more the porn star. The young one seemed too immature for her, and the others were non-descript in their own way.

It was the black guy she had wanted from the start.

She could only hope.

The farmer sat watching the monitors in front of his. He loved this part of the game, almost as much as watching the girls submit to the deviant sexual acts that would come when they got caught.

The men had all been handpicked, as the girls had, but following different criteria.

Each of the men had at least eight inches. That bit had been true. But each was deviant in other ways.

The old man was a doctor, and carried a mixture of drugs in the small bag he carried. The farmer never asked what the drugs were for, but then, he didn’t care. The last time the old man had been in the game, the girl had taken three weeks to recover, and remembered nothing about it. She was now a house slave in North Africa.

He had devised the game several years before, to fill a growing market for young, white females. Kidnapping them was getting far too tricky, and he needed  an new way of getting them.

With the game, he knew he was getting girls who were not going to cry out rape when they got fucked. That they would not survive the game as free girls, was not important to him. His clients, of which there were many, were happy with the constant flow of new meat.

The only proviso in the game, was that the girls didn’t get hurt too badly. No permanent marks, and no disfiguration.

What the men did to the girls, was of no consequence. He knew they would all get their cocks used.

The seventh man was the guide that went out on each game. Like himself, he could tell where each of the girls was at any one time, thanks to the beacons in their shoes.

It was not his job to tell the men where the girls were, but only to make sure that they didn’t hurt the merchandise. If any of the men got carried away, he was there to make sure that no real harm came to the girls.

These six had already been assigned to their new owners, bought and paid for on the strength of their photographs.

The farm was itself a secret. The girls had been brought the last fifty miles in a van with no windows. They had been picked up at the railway station, and brought here. The reason given was that they would not be able to get advance knowledge of the farm’s layout until the game started.

In reality, it was so they didn’t know where they were, and could give no address if they ever got free.

Their cell phones had been taken from them as they arrived, as with their other personal belongings. They had been allowed their clothes until the game started, but since their arrival, they had not been able to make contact outside the farm.

Watching the beacons he could see that one of the girls was still close by the shed. She had obviously come back that way, and intended to stay free until the end. Not that it would make any difference. When the game ended, their new lives would begin, regardless of whether they had been caught or not.

The game was just that, a game. Intended to draw the girls to the farm.

That so many actually applied was a miracle. There were still over a hundred applicants waiting for the next game, and more applications coming in every day.

He watched as one of the girls came into view. It was that Emma. She seemed to be watching carefully as she moved across the far side of the farm. She was close to the fence, and would be forced into open ground within a few minutes, unless she came back the way she had gone. To dissuade her, he could make the trees behind her rustle, as if someone were following her. She would then have to head for open ground. The pits were hidden under loose ground. Not deep enough to swallow her up, but deep enough to make her take time to get out of them. They were all five feet deep, with sheer sides. She would not get hurt, but it would certainly slow her down. The only way out would be to find a way to get her hands in front of her, and use them to pull herself out of hole. If she didn’t figure that out, she would stay there until one of the guys caught her.

The whole of the farm was filled with traps of one sort or another. It was unfair, really, but the men did like to get their hands one the girls, and though he could not tell them where the girls were, he could make things work in their favour.

The black guy seemed to be moving slowly behind another beacon. The farmer changed cameras to locate the girl who was only a few yards in front of her pursuer.

He smiled. Brenda. She had been eager to get the game underway, and had been the first to strip naked. Like that carol, and Sally, she had a shaven pussy, which would save them time later. She had long legs, slender waist, and nice tits. They had stood out even more when he had tied her hands behind her back.

He watched as the man closed in on his prey. She really had no chance of escape, but it started to look as if she wasn’t too bothered. She must have heard him coming up behind her, but did not increase her speed.

The man moved around her position and waited, now in front of her. As she came into view, and saw him, she smiled.

The camera couldn’t pick up what was being said, but it could show her lips moving, as she walked up to the man and surrendered.

She had lasted two hours.

The farmer set the camera to record what happened next. He made a lot of money selling the films to selected sites overseas. For him, he gained in every way.

The man grabbed Brenda by the hair and pulled her to her knees. His cock was already out, knowing she would not refuse him. She opened her mouth and slowly slid her lips down onto his cock, feeling it harden in her mouth.

There was a funny taste, but nothing she could place, as she started sucking him deeper into her mouth, her tongue sliding across the head, playing with the eye.

His hands moved and he placed them on the back of her head, as if holding her in position, as he slowly began to move his hips, pressing his cock deeper. He could feel her gagging, but she made no attempt to get away from him. He was tempted to release her hands, but that was one of the rules. No matter what else, the girls stayed tied. It would save time later on.

Brenda could still taste something strange as she sucked avidly on the cock in her mouth. She didn’t know what it was, but it was not unpleasant.

Was it growing in her mouth even more? She could feel him pressing to the back of her throat, as she opened up as much as she could for him. She had taken large cocks before, but this one seemed different. It seemed to be growing in girth as she sucked it.

She was so busy sucking that she didn’t realise for a second, that something had shot out of the end of his cock and slid down her throat. It wasn’t cum. He hadn’t done that yet, but something had slid down her throat. He pulled her head closer, forcing his cock deep into her throat, and held her still, forcing her to swallow, as he emptied his ball sac into her mouth.

With no other choice, Brenda swallowed the hot juices as they filled her mouth. They tasted salty. Musty, but not unpleasant. She tried to move her head away a little, but he was holding her firmly in place, not letting her move away. Within a few more seconds, the drug he had sent into her mouth earlier would start to work. Forcing her to swallow his cum would have sent it into her stomach where it would start working.

He had used this drug before, and had been able to secrete it into the eye of his cock before the game started. No matter what else happened, she would be asleep in less than ten minutes. The game was over for her. The farmer would arrange for her to be picked up, as he moved on towards the next quarry.

Emma came out of the woods and saw 5he metal fence in front of her. This must be the fence the owner had mentioned, electrified.

She had three choices open to her. She cold go back the way she had come, or go left or right, both across open country.. she wasn’t sure how far behind her the chaser was. But a sudden noise in the trees behind her helped to make her mind up. She certainly couldn’t go back that way. Choosing left, for no real reason, she began running, trying to get distance between her and the trees before whoever it was came out of them after her.

She was about a hundred yards from the trees when she stopped for breath. She was not used to running, and with her arms tied behind her, it was even more tiring than it normally would be. It was strange how now being able to use her arms was making running that much more difficult.

She had already guessed that she would not stay free until midnight. Especially now that she was on open ground. She needed to find more cover, and quickly. She could see a line of trees some fifty yards away to her left, and turned to head for them, even though this would take her back towards the centre of the farm.

Running, she didn’t even see the pit in front of her. One moment she was on solid ground, the next she was falling, landing with a thud at the bottom of the hole that had seemed to open up under her.

Her arms were trapped under her as she lay breathless at the bottom of the hole.

The farmer zoomed the camera in on her, smiling as he watched her fighting for breath. Unless she got her hands from behind her, she would remain there until the doctor caught her.

He was not far a way, following the tracks she had left in the soft earth of the ground. The farmer had always sprayed the ground with ample water for three days before the games, so that tracking the prey would be easier.

The doctor was pleased. He didn’t know which girl he was following, having not yet seen her, but it really didn’t matter. Once he caught her, he would take his pleasure out on her with gusto.

He almost missed her. He had been following the tracks across the open ground, heading for the line of trees, when he had almost stepped into the pit himself, only just stopping himself in time, as he fought for balance.,

She lay on her back, her arms trapped under her, breathing heavily as he stood over the pit, looking down at her. Without his help, there was no way out for her.

Taking the bag from his side, he selected one of the four syringes he carried in there. Climbing down into the pit, he held the syringe against her heaving chest, smiling down at her.

She mouthed something, but the doctor ignored her, plunging the needle deep into the flesh of her breast.

The drug would work in seconds, both allowing him to do as he wished with her, and allowing her to feel everything, but resist nothing.;

Part of the drug was a tranquilliser, the rest, liquid viagara.

He stood over her as the drug began its work. Her movements slowed, as she still struggled to get to her feet in the tight space. After a few minutes they stopped completely, though her eyes remained open, wide open, watching him.

She offered no resistance as he lifted her up and placed her on the lip of the pit, before climbing out himself. Now, he could have his fun with her, and though she could not stop it, her head would only want more and more.

Taking two wooden stakes from his bag, and a small hammer, he forced the stakes into the ground, before pulling two pieces of rope out, and tying them to her ankles. moments later, her legs were spread wide, held open by the stakes. Soon, the tranquilliser would wear off, but not the viagara.

She watched as he began to open his trousers and let them fall to the floor. She had heard the farmer say that all the men had long cocks, but she hadn’t really believed it, until now.

Simon’s cock had hurt her more than she had ever though it would, but this man, this cock, was far larger than Simon’s had been.

Having removed his trousers he knelt by Emma’s head, turning it to one side, her lips an inch away from the swollen head. She tried to avoid it, but there was no where to go as she felt the head of the cock press past her lips, filling her mouth.

She tried to please him, hoping that if she made him cum fast, he would not want anything else for hours. But sucking was not something she was able to do. None of her body seemed to be doing as she asked it, as the doctor began to move her head slowly back and forth, his cock going slightly deeper each time.

She had hoped the old man was not able to actually have sex, but his cock was harder than she though it would be, harder than Simon’s when he had taken her. And it was filling her mouth, pressing to the back of her throat.

Suddenly, the man pulled out of her, letting her head fall back to the ground, as he stood up and moved around her. She tried to move her head to see what he was doing, but she could only see out of the corner of her eye, as the man knelt between her open legs.

Emma tried desperately to close her legs, but they refused to obey her, as she felt the man move closer, leaning over her prostrate body. He held his weight on his own arms, as she felt his cock starting to touch her, brushing against her pussy.

She tried to shake her head. She didn’t want the game to go on. This was more than she had expected. But her head refused to move, as she felt the man’s cock press hard at the entrance to her pussy.

Moments later he smiled down at her, moving her head so she could see his face, as he rammed his hips forwards, sending the whole of his cock deep inside her.

Only her eyes showed Emma’s pain as he penetrated her deeply. Her mind was s creaming out for him to stop, but she lay helpless as the onslaught continued.

Simon had been gentle, caring, but not the doctor. She was there for his use, and he was taking full advantage of her, ramming his cock hard and fast into her.

He could see the pain and fear in her eyes, but there was nothing she could do to stop what was happening to her. She had known there was a chance of this happening, but never with a cock so huge, and so painful.

The doctor placed both of his hands under her hips, as he began to pull them up towards him with each of this thrusts.

Suddenly, something happened Emma could not explain. The pain vanished, and each thrust into her was enjoyable. At that time the doctor located his bag and found the next syringe, pulping the yellow liquid into her arm.

Without stopping his thrusts, he told her that the last injection would free her body from the first drug. Emma didn’t care. Now, she wanted him to drive harder into her. The viagara had started to work, heightening her sexuality, and need.

Before she had wanted nothing more for him to finish and get off, but now, even as the new drug started to work, she found herself lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. No longer was his cock too deep, it was never deep enough, as she found herself thrusting her hips hard at his, willing him to go deeper, felling his balls crash against her pussy as he drove full length into her.

She didn’t even notice as he leant back and release her legs from the ropes. Nothing mattered, except getting that cock as deep inside her as she could.

The doctor lifted her legs off the ground, giving free access to her pussy, driving ever deeper into her. Emma moaned with pleasure as the man sunk his cock as far into her as it would go, all resistance now a thing of the past.

She felt him slowly pull out of her, her hips searching for it again.  Even though she could feel what he was doing, she was not able to tell herself to stop it, as the head of his cock began to press at its new target.

Her eyes opened wide as she felt him press at her arse. This couldn’t be happening. She knew that, even as she made no effort to stop what he was ding. Her clit seemed on fire, her pussy was wetter that she could ever have imagined it to be, as his cock slowly started to open her up, the head finding its way slowly inside her.

The doctor raised Emma’s legs higher, pressing them towards her chest, as he began to move his hips.

Emma screamed as the doctors cock was driven into her arse. Pain like she had never felt before, and yet, the need for it to go deeper. She struggled with her ropes to get her hands free, so she could hold him, but the farmer had tied them too well.

She could feel the doctor driving harder, and faster, as she tried to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. Nothing mattered now, except the man’s cock. She knew he had drugged her to make her feel like this, but she didn’t care. She needed more and more of what he was doing to her.

Almost without warning he pulled his cock out of her arse and scrambled up her body, lifting her head, as she opened her mouth to accept his cock.

That she could taste her own excrement on it didn’t matter. She needed it in her mouth, needed to taste his juices as he emptied himself deep into her throat.

Emma did her best to swallow all that he gave her, feeling the sticky liquid filling her throat.

She had never felt like this before, never felt the need to suck, to fuck. She knew it was the drugs, but It didn’t matter. If it took drugs to get her into this state, she would willingly take them every day.

Falling off her, the doctor slowly stood up and pulled his trousers back up. Reaching for his bag he took the last syringe and placed the needle against her arm.

She made no resistance as she felt the needle penetrate her skin, hoping for more of the drug he had given her to make her so wanton.

The doctor stood up and smiled down.  She would be a sleep soon. Emma’s game was over. His pager told him there were still four girls at large. With a last smile at Emma, he walked away. The farmer would arrange her to be picked up later.

Carol stood at the end of a line of trees. There was a barn to her right, and a ditch to her left. Whoever was chasing her could be in the barn, waiting for her. If it were the black guy, she would readily charge head first into the place, and give herself to his will. But she couldn’t be sure it was him.

If it were the Swede, then things would be vastly different. She knew she would have to have sex with him, but it was not something she was looking forwards to. It had been his cold steel blue eyes that had unnerved her.

She had seen no warmth there at all. Sex with him would not be the most enjoyable thing she had ever experienced, of that she was sure.

The ditch offered her better opportunities to see who was after her, and allow her to decide whether she wanted to be caught, or run like hell.

As she lowered herself into the ditch she heard noises somewhere in the distance. At first, she thought it was someone close behind her, but the noises were too far away, and well out of sight.

The ditch had a little stream of water running down the centre, but not enough to worry her, as Carol started moving along, trying to keep low and out of sight.

Earlier, she had seen Sally heading to some woods, though not very fast. She knew sally had wanted to get caught early, so she could spend all day having sex. Carol knew sex was inevitable, but she could put it off for as long as possible.

If she caught sight of the black guy, then things would be different. To him she would surrender in a minute.

The water in the ditch seemed to be getting deeper as she moved forwards. At first she hadn’t noticed it, as it had been lapping at her feet. But now it was up to her ankles, which meant she was walking down stream, and it would only get deeper.

The banks also seemed to be getting higher, and if she stayed in the ditch, it would soon be too high for her to climb out of without the use of her hands.

She didn’t know what lay to the side of the ditch where she now was, but she knew she had to get out before she could no longer do so.

Scrambling up the side of the ditch took a lot out of her, and as she reached the tope, having already slipped six times, she needed to rest. She could only hope her chaser was not close by, and would catch her before she recovered her breath.

For ten minutes she lay on the ground, getting easier by the minute. Each minute she evaded capture, was a good minute.

She had no idea how long she had been running, or if any of the others were still free. She was, and that was all that mattered.

Rising to her feet she was in open ground. There seemed to be a lot of that on this farm, unless she was going around in circles.

There was a line of trees some way off in front of her, but no other cover that she could see. Starting to run slowly, she headed for the only cover she could see.

At first, she though she had been stung by an insect, but only as she put her hand to her neck,. Did she feel the dart. She had no idea where it had come from, and within seconds she could feel her legs giving way underneath her.

Her last thought, as darkness swam over her, was “please let it be the black guy”

It wasn’t.

The Swede had chosen his number well. he had seen the fear in this girl’s eyes as early as the first glance. She was the one he wanted, and had been ;lucky enough to get her.

He had seen her much earlier one, but had not made an attempt to stop her running. He could have done, but he liked the stalk, the race, the eventual capture, before submitting her to his likes.

She would recover soon enough, but by then, he would have her ready for him.

Dragging her back to the ditch he lay her on her stomach and cut the ropes holding her hands. He needed them free for what he planned, but would retie them later, after he had finished with her.

Driving two stakes into the ground on one side of the ditch, he crossed over and drove two more on the other side. Picking Carol up he lay her in the ditch, across it. Working quickly he fastened ropes to her wrists and ankles, and then to the stakes he had driven deep into the ground.

Slowly, taking turns with each stake, he started to tighten the ropes. A few inches on one, then the next, lifting her up out of the ditch, and suspending her in mid air.

He knew her arms and legs would hurt, but that was not his worry. She would suffer no permanent damage, and that was what mattered.

He had finished tying her a few minutes before her eyes started to flutter, as she regained consciousness. Her head hung backwards, as she felt the pain in her wrists and ankles, where the ropes dug deep into her flesh.

The farmer watched as the girl struggled to get free, not sure of what was happening, but knowing she had been caught.

He would have to reprimand the Swede later. They were not supposed to release the girls hands. Buts till, he would tie them up later if needed.

Carol tried to see who her chaser was, but he was currently out of her vision. Whoever it was, was making sure she would not get away while they took their pleasure.

Suddenly her heart jumped. The cold eyed Swede was standing naked to one side. She saw him move closer, and knew what he wanted from her. His cock was already hard, and as he moved closer, she knew she had never had one this large before. And now it was heading inexorably for her mouth.

Carol was aware of the rules of the game, and opened her mouth to accept him. Slowly, at first, he started to press the head into her mouth. It filled her mouth more than she had expected, but she made no attempts to force it out.

She had been prepared to accept whatever her captor wanted from her, even though it was nto the captor she had hoped for.

All she could do now, was hope the coldness of the eyes had belied a warmth she could not see in them.

Taking hold of Carol’s head, he changed the position slightly, and then, with no warning at all, drove his cock hard at her mouth. Going deep into her throat.

Carol felt herself gagging and choking on it, trying to pull her head away, but the man held her too tightly, as he starred to move his hips, driving his cock ever deeper into her throat.

She choked, and tried to force his cock out of her mouth, but there was no way forwards,  he held her tightly, as he rammed harder and harder at her.

She could feel herself getting light headed, and realised he was cutting off her supply of breath as he fucked her throat.  Even as she started to pass out, she felt the cock jerk in her throat, his hot cum forced down into it, Carol forced to drink it as she fought for breath.

The Swede looked at the helpless woman. He felt no remorse, only a pleasure that she had taken all of his cock inside her mouth. It was hard finding women who could take it all, which is why the game was always a pleasure. In a few moments she would recover, and so would he, thanks to the viagara he took on a regular basis.

Working quickly he released her from the ropes and lay her on the bank at the side of the ditch. Turning her over, he secured her arms behind her again, before rolling her back over. That would keep the farmer happy.;

She was already coming awake agai9n as he rolled her onto her back. Unceremoniously, he grabbed her ankles and spread them wide, fastening them to the two stakes on that side of the ditch.

Carol watched helplessly as he knelt between her legs. His cock was already hard again, and was already pressing at the opening to her pussy.

She had though that maybe this time he would be more gentle, having already cum once. But her wishes were not granted.

As soon as the head of his cock was inside her, he drove it as deep as he could. His weight on her hands added to the pain she felt, and his pleasure.

Without slowing down, he continued to ram his cock deep inside her for over twenty minutes. Carols hands were in agony as his weight crashed repeatedly onto her body.

Tears fell freely from her eyes, as the onslaught continued unabated.  She begged him to stop, to slow down, but his hand caught the side of her face, as he drove as deep inti her as he could.

His hands came to her throat, and he began to squeeze.

Carol fought for breath, trying to shake his hand off, but he was much stronger than she was.

Her eyes felt as if they were bulging, as the hold on her throat tightened.

Panic hit her like a wave, as she felt his tighten his grip, already fighting for breath.

Suddenly she felt him drive his cock as far as it would go inside her, and at the same time, he released her throat. Carol gasped for breath, almost unaware that his cock was disgorging itself deep in her pussy.

She was still catching her breath as the Swede finally rolled off her, lying breathless at her side. He could hear Carol coughing, her chest heaving wildly as she found the oxygen that he had been denying her.

Slowly, he regained his composure and reached into a small bag that lay with his clothes. Carol watched in horror as he approached, the needle clearly visible.

Struggling to avoid it, she was helpless as he sank the needle into her arm, and stood up, watching as the drug began to take effect..

His pager said there were still three girls at large, as he watched Carol slip slowly into unconsciousness.

Janice was sure she had seen at least one of the guys meant to be chasing her, but they had not made a move towards her. It wasn’t as if she was trying to avoid them, in fact, she was making sure she could be easily found.

Twice she had been within fifty yards of a pursuer, but either her didn’t see her, or she was not the girl he had drawn. She was getting moiré than a little frustrated. She had come here to get fucked, and was making it as easy as she could, but still nothing.

What did a girl have to do in this place to get her hands, or her lips, on a good cock?

The youngest guy had been tracking her all day. He had kept a close eye on her. Laughing to himself at her eagerness to get caught. Any other time, and he would have gone straight in for the kill, but it was fun watching her try to get caught.

There was plenty of cover around, but she wasn’t interested in it, which made it better for him, as he could use it to stay hidden. He would take her when the time was right.

He had already been paged to say three girls had been accounted for, there were just three more, and one of them was in his sights, ready to be plucked at will.

The fact she was trying to get caught, meant she was trying to get herself fucked, probably a few times, as they had been told they would have to submit until midnight. It was, according to his watch, only two in the afternoon. The hunt had been going on for three hours, but the girl had been out for four.

Even had he walked backwards, he would have gone further than she had done in that time. She was definitely trying to get caught.

She would learn, soon enough, that she was making a big mistake.

Moving a little faster than she was, the guy was soon in front of her, waiting for her to pass where he was hiding.

He watched her approach as if she was on a Sunday stroll, smiling to herself. This was going to be easy.

As she walked past, he uncurled the whip from around his waist, and waited. Just as she passed him. The whip flew out, wrapping itself around one ankle, and bringing as scream to her lips.

With a crash, she hit the ground as the guy tugged at the whip, taking her foot away.

Within seconds he was standing over her, the whip now in his hands again.

Janice looked up at him, and smiled.  The young guy. Maybe a better bet than the old guy anyway.

Leaning down the man grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet, forcing her towards the trees close by. She didn’t even try to resist as he pushed her against a tree, and told her to spread her legs.

Mome4nts later, the head of his cock was pressing at her pussy, as she lifted herself onto her toes to get a little higher for him. The farmer had not been joking after all, she though as she felt the head of the man’s cock slide into her wet pussy.

His hands grabbed her hips, forcing them down as he thrust upwards, driving his cock all the way in.

Janice could feel the head of his cock against her cervix, as he thrust deep inside her. Without the use of her arms, she could do nothing, as he controlled the pace, moving fast one minute and then slowing down the next.

She was already on the verge of orgasm, even as she could feel him lift and lower her yet one more time.

Her head was flung back as she groaned loudly, her whole pussy was on fire, her clit a raging inferno, as she came hard.

Still he rammed into her, in no rush to finish. He lowered her to the ground and lay on top of her, his hands pulling her legs upwards, giving free access to her arse.

She felt him press against the tightness, and tried to relax, but now her hands were in pain, both her weight and his pressing onto them.

She felt the head slide past the tight opening, and then p[ain like she had never felt before, as with one hand, he placed the tip of a cattle prod on her tit, as he drove his cock deep into her arse.

She was sure she was having a heart attack, the pain in her chest was like nothing she could ever have imagined. Her breath caught in her throat, as the man continued to ravage her arse, and again the tip of the cattle prod touched her tit, just to one side of the nipple.

Her screams echoed through the forest, as she felt the fire burst in her tit again. Still he pounded her arse, ignorant of her agony. Or aware of it and uncaring.

She felt him moving faster, ramming harder, and knew he was about to cum inside her. At the same time, she saw the cattle prod coming ever closer again.

She begged him to stop, not to hurt her, her tears filled her eyes.

Then she felt him jerk inside her, as he pumped his juices into her arse. At the same time the cattle prod reached for her one more time, sending tremors of pain and shock through her entire body.

She never even felt him pull out of her, or see him take the needle from his bag.

The slight sting in her arm was nothing compared to the agony in her chest.

The man walked away smiling. She had been a great fuck,

The farmer watched  the monitor as his men picked up the sleeping form of Janice, and brought her back to the ranch house.

“That’s all but one” he said, turning to Sally who stood behind him. “The other one hasn’t moved in four hours, still hiding by the shed”

Sally watched as the beacon continued to flash, showing where Julie lay hidden

“Do you want me to go and get her? You can tie my hands so that I can release one, and I can inject her before she realises what is happening”

“Maybe, in a while.” The farmer replied. “So tell me why you are prepared to put your friends through this? And yourself.”

Sally looked down at the floor by her feet.

“Unlike them, I have failed in my exams. And I owe a lot of money out, money I cant replace. You have offered a new life, one where I cannot be traced to.  To me it is worth taking that chance. The agreement you made was that I had to get at least three others to join me. Had I not got them all interested, then the ones that stayed home would have raised the alarm when we didn’t return. Its self preservation really” she said, her voice low.

“I am not faulting you” the farmer said. “You have gone into this with your eyes open, and know roughly what to expect. Your friends have no idea. They think that in the morning they will be on their way home, with tales to tell the world about the game. They have no idea that by morning, they will not longer even be in this country”

Sally didn’t know what to say. She had betrayed her best friends, and led them into something they would never be free of. But it was her or them. She owed thousands of pounds out, and she had no way of repaying it. She either disappeared, or they would chase her forever.

There was still Julie out there, though. One way or another, she had to join the others, and herself. She knew that she would not see any of them again after this was over, unless they ended up in the same house. That was a risk she had to take, but she already had her answers ready for that eventuality.

“What about Julie? Time is running out” she said.

“Okay. I will tie you so you can get free. The syringe is easy to sue, and the drug works in minutes. You don’t even need to stay with her once you have delivered it. As soon as she is inside. We cam work on your passage to the new life.”

Sally knew what that meant, but to her. It was worth it.

The farmer grabbed the ropes he had removed earlier when Sally had come into the room, and tied her hands behind her, explaining how to get out of them without Julie knowing she was getting free.

Satisfied that all was in order. He led sally to the back door and let her out. The camera could follow her as she moved closer to where Julie was hiding.

It took sally ten minutes to get close to where her friend was, not actually avoiding the men, as they all knew she was not one of the targets.

She found Julie almost by accident. Tripping over her legs as she turned round the back of the shed.

“Oh my god” Julie started as soon as she realised it was Sally. “Something is terribly wrong. They have brought Jan, Emma Brenda and Carol back in already, and all looked unconscious. I don’t now what is happening, but I am frightened.”

Sally sat down and smiled at Julie. They are probably just making sure everyone is okay” she said, as she worked to get her hand free.

She knew she was betraying Julie in the worst possible way, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

As Julie turned to watch the shed door open, Sally acted fast, the needle driven deep into her friends arm the plunger sending the drug coursing through her veins. In minutes, Julie would be asleep and on her way back inside the farm.

Sally stood up and looked sorrowfully down at Julie, who clearly didn’t understand what was happening. Even before Sally turned the corner, Julie’s eyes were already closing.

In the farmhouse the farmer was waiting for her. He had watched her deliver the drug to Julie, and now she was the last one.

He led her towards a room where there were six beds in a line. Five were already occupied by her friends, the sixth was for her. But first, she had a condition to fulfil.

The six hunters were already in the room, naked, and waiting for her. This was the price of her new life.

She knelt in the middle of the circle of men, as they moved closer. Clos9ing her eyes, she opened her mouth and felt one of the cocks pressing in. it didn’t matter which it was, or who’s before the drug took her consciousness she would have taken them all.

She didn’t know what tomorrow would bring for her, only that she would be far away from home, and far away from her past.