Today is the day! After 6 long months of talking to my Master, today is the day we finally meet. My Master being the adventurous and generous Master he is has agreed to carry out a roleplay fantasy of mine. To be hunted, stalked, and captured. We are both to travel to a location in the wilderness spanning approximately 10 square miles. I will be hiking and camping all on my own with the idea that throughout the weekend I will need to evade capture while he is Hunting me. My Master has set some guidelines. I am not to bring any weapons, I must come alone, I must stay within the designated area and if I can evade capture for 48 hours once the hunt has begun I am free to leave and there will be a "reward" for me if I do. My Master has agreed to not bring any lethal weapons, to come alone as well, and has promised me that no harm will come to me and this is just an abduction fantasy being played out.
I arrive on a warm summer Thursday night preparing to make camp. I take my time and find a nice spot with a high vantage point and tree cover. As nightfall comes I start to get an eerie feeling. The hunt is supposed to begin at 9 AM sharp the following morning. But sitting alone by the fire I am restless. I am keeping the fire as low as possible not to give away my position, but every noise I hear in the wilderness sends a jolt of fear through my body. I decide I would rather hide in darkness, but I have had this fire going for a couple of hours. I decide to build up the fire as high as possible using all the dead wood I have gathered, and set up a makeshift decoy in the camping chair near the fire and make my way into the forest about 70 yards away. I find a nice climbable tree and make my way up the tree and find a good thick branch to sit on. I can see my campsite from my hiding spot and I wait.
I start to become rigid and sore sometime a couple of hours later, and I start to regret my decision. After all, I will need a good night's rest for the next couple of days and I long to get in my tent and sleeping bag. But just as I start to make my way down the tree, I hear some twigs snap. I freeze, my senses on high alert. I begin to scan the wilderness below me and then I hear some voices, talking in low hushed voices. "There he is, stay quiet, you circle around and we will ambush this bitch", There are two of them... It is hard to see in the darkness, but the full moon illuminates them slightly... Dressed in dark clothing with night vision goggles, and rifles... I can't tell if they are tranquilizer guns but they look real. One of them quietly starts circling around my campsite as the other starts to slowly creep his way closer to my campsite. The creeping unnerves me, chills me to the bone. He lied to me.. he was supposed to come alone and he was supposed to wait till the morning. All the trust we have been building over the past six months has been shattered. I no longer want to play this "game” I no longer wish to be captured.
After a few minutes, I see them storm my campsite, shouting, kicking over my decoy, and checking my car and tent. They begin to scan the area and I hear one of them shout "Come out now if you know what's good for you maggot" I am beyond terrified, hoping they don't find me. I see them disable my car before dousing the fire. Darkness and the eerie quiet fills me with dread. My mind is racing, what the hell am I going to do. I have no idea where they are but they are close by. I remain in my tree, too scared to move. Since they have night vision I decide to wait till morning. All I have is a compass, a water bottle and a few granola bars.
The morning has come and I have not heard or seen them, my body is sore from being in the tree all night, and I am desperate to get moving. Fear grips me as I climb down the tree as slowly and quietly as possible. As I reach the lower part of the tree my anxiety is through the roof, I decided to jump. As I hit the ground I hear a gunshot... the bullet hit the tree I just jumped off of. Real weapons... I begin to sprint as fast as I can zig zagging my way through the trees, expecting to be shot at any moment, I can only hope I am running in the right direction and not straight into them. But all I hear is laughter. I run as far as I can before the fatigue overcomes me, and I find a thick bush to hide in. I am desperately trying to catch my breath and be as small and silent as possible when I hear 2 men approaching.
My whole body begins to tremble in fear, I can see 2 Black men in all Black gear armed with hunting rifles, hunting knives, and pistols. They are casually walking up along a creek about 40 yards away. I can tell they are looking for me but they don't seem to be in a hurry, I can hear them chuckling, they seem to be enjoying themselves. Suddenly one of them looks straight at the bush I am hiding in, my whole body tenses up, but he just looks away and keeps talking to his friend. They pass me by, I wait for a few minutes then begin to slowly crawl making my way in the opposite direction. About 5 minutes pass and I hear nothing, I begin to pick up my pace. I check my compass to head north, I know the closest highway is due north of my general location so I begin making my way towards it. Another 10 minutes goes by and I begin to think I have lost them when I hear barking…
I begin to panic, I'm not sure what to do, I know I can't outrun them so I try my best to mask my smell. I run and try to find mud or anything to smear over myself but I have left the creekbed and everything is dry. The barking is getting louder, I start to run but I haven't been controlling my breathing due to the fear. Fatigue again overcomes me and in a last-ditch effort I again find another bush to hide behind, I look for anything to cover myself, but the dogs are closing in, there is not enough time. Two giant Doberman pinschers swarm me and begin attacking me, I try to defend myself, kicking and protecting my neck and face.
They command their dogs to heel and the dogs obey immediately, with guns pointing at me they tell me to roll over and put my hands behind my back, I know there's no point asking for mercy, out of fear of pain or punishment I obey. I feel a strong hand grab my wrists and then a knee on the back of my neck, he puts his full weight and then I feel cold metal around my wrists. After handcuffing me he gags and blindfolds me, picking me up and telling me to start walking. I begin to walk slowly at first but they keep pushing me and telling me to pick up the pace. I begin to trip and fall, each time I do I receive a kick to the ribs. They don't bother to correct me as I walk into trees or boulders, each time laughing when I do.
After about 30 minutes of this we arrive at their van, they push me up against it telling me how fucked I am, they throw me in and I am taken. I am brutally ***** as they drive, not using any lube, It feels like a tree trunk is being violently pushed in, the pain is beyond anything I had anticipated or expected, I can't help but cry, but it only seems to feed his desire to fuck me more violently. I am beat and spit on, cumming deep inside me and all over my face. After they are done they put some ankle cuffs on and then another pair of handcuffs linking my arms to my legs, they drag me into a small cage and a blanket is thrown over. I can hear them laughing, but they turn on music so I cant hear what they are saying, or any attempts at screaming with the gag on would be drowned out. We drive for what seems like hours, the entire time I'm in pain.
Eventually, we come to our destination. We arrive on a farm in the middle of nowhere. I am kept in shackles and am trained to work the fields and anything else required of me. I am whipped daily, humiliated, broken and trained to obey. I am ***** whenever they feel like it, kept in chastity with the key thrown away. I am branded with a hot poker, marking me as their Black owned slave. Kept in a cage at night. Bullied and degraded for their amusement, no way out.
I arrive on a warm summer Thursday night preparing to make camp. I take my time and find a nice spot with a high vantage point and tree cover. As nightfall comes I start to get an eerie feeling. The hunt is supposed to begin at 9 AM sharp the following morning. But sitting alone by the fire I am restless. I am keeping the fire as low as possible not to give away my position, but every noise I hear in the wilderness sends a jolt of fear through my body. I decide I would rather hide in darkness, but I have had this fire going for a couple of hours. I decide to build up the fire as high as possible using all the dead wood I have gathered, and set up a makeshift decoy in the camping chair near the fire and make my way into the forest about 70 yards away. I find a nice climbable tree and make my way up the tree and find a good thick branch to sit on. I can see my campsite from my hiding spot and I wait.
I start to become rigid and sore sometime a couple of hours later, and I start to regret my decision. After all, I will need a good night's rest for the next couple of days and I long to get in my tent and sleeping bag. But just as I start to make my way down the tree, I hear some twigs snap. I freeze, my senses on high alert. I begin to scan the wilderness below me and then I hear some voices, talking in low hushed voices. "There he is, stay quiet, you circle around and we will ambush this bitch", There are two of them... It is hard to see in the darkness, but the full moon illuminates them slightly... Dressed in dark clothing with night vision goggles, and rifles... I can't tell if they are tranquilizer guns but they look real. One of them quietly starts circling around my campsite as the other starts to slowly creep his way closer to my campsite. The creeping unnerves me, chills me to the bone. He lied to me.. he was supposed to come alone and he was supposed to wait till the morning. All the trust we have been building over the past six months has been shattered. I no longer want to play this "game” I no longer wish to be captured.
After a few minutes, I see them storm my campsite, shouting, kicking over my decoy, and checking my car and tent. They begin to scan the area and I hear one of them shout "Come out now if you know what's good for you maggot" I am beyond terrified, hoping they don't find me. I see them disable my car before dousing the fire. Darkness and the eerie quiet fills me with dread. My mind is racing, what the hell am I going to do. I have no idea where they are but they are close by. I remain in my tree, too scared to move. Since they have night vision I decide to wait till morning. All I have is a compass, a water bottle and a few granola bars.
The morning has come and I have not heard or seen them, my body is sore from being in the tree all night, and I am desperate to get moving. Fear grips me as I climb down the tree as slowly and quietly as possible. As I reach the lower part of the tree my anxiety is through the roof, I decided to jump. As I hit the ground I hear a gunshot... the bullet hit the tree I just jumped off of. Real weapons... I begin to sprint as fast as I can zig zagging my way through the trees, expecting to be shot at any moment, I can only hope I am running in the right direction and not straight into them. But all I hear is laughter. I run as far as I can before the fatigue overcomes me, and I find a thick bush to hide in. I am desperately trying to catch my breath and be as small and silent as possible when I hear 2 men approaching.
My whole body begins to tremble in fear, I can see 2 Black men in all Black gear armed with hunting rifles, hunting knives, and pistols. They are casually walking up along a creek about 40 yards away. I can tell they are looking for me but they don't seem to be in a hurry, I can hear them chuckling, they seem to be enjoying themselves. Suddenly one of them looks straight at the bush I am hiding in, my whole body tenses up, but he just looks away and keeps talking to his friend. They pass me by, I wait for a few minutes then begin to slowly crawl making my way in the opposite direction. About 5 minutes pass and I hear nothing, I begin to pick up my pace. I check my compass to head north, I know the closest highway is due north of my general location so I begin making my way towards it. Another 10 minutes goes by and I begin to think I have lost them when I hear barking…
I begin to panic, I'm not sure what to do, I know I can't outrun them so I try my best to mask my smell. I run and try to find mud or anything to smear over myself but I have left the creekbed and everything is dry. The barking is getting louder, I start to run but I haven't been controlling my breathing due to the fear. Fatigue again overcomes me and in a last-ditch effort I again find another bush to hide behind, I look for anything to cover myself, but the dogs are closing in, there is not enough time. Two giant Doberman pinschers swarm me and begin attacking me, I try to defend myself, kicking and protecting my neck and face.
They command their dogs to heel and the dogs obey immediately, with guns pointing at me they tell me to roll over and put my hands behind my back, I know there's no point asking for mercy, out of fear of pain or punishment I obey. I feel a strong hand grab my wrists and then a knee on the back of my neck, he puts his full weight and then I feel cold metal around my wrists. After handcuffing me he gags and blindfolds me, picking me up and telling me to start walking. I begin to walk slowly at first but they keep pushing me and telling me to pick up the pace. I begin to trip and fall, each time I do I receive a kick to the ribs. They don't bother to correct me as I walk into trees or boulders, each time laughing when I do.
After about 30 minutes of this we arrive at their van, they push me up against it telling me how fucked I am, they throw me in and I am taken. I am brutally ***** as they drive, not using any lube, It feels like a tree trunk is being violently pushed in, the pain is beyond anything I had anticipated or expected, I can't help but cry, but it only seems to feed his desire to fuck me more violently. I am beat and spit on, cumming deep inside me and all over my face. After they are done they put some ankle cuffs on and then another pair of handcuffs linking my arms to my legs, they drag me into a small cage and a blanket is thrown over. I can hear them laughing, but they turn on music so I cant hear what they are saying, or any attempts at screaming with the gag on would be drowned out. We drive for what seems like hours, the entire time I'm in pain.
Eventually, we come to our destination. We arrive on a farm in the middle of nowhere. I am kept in shackles and am trained to work the fields and anything else required of me. I am whipped daily, humiliated, broken and trained to obey. I am ***** whenever they feel like it, kept in chastity with the key thrown away. I am branded with a hot poker, marking me as their Black owned slave. Kept in a cage at night. Bullied and degraded for their amusement, no way out.
