Page 37 of His Obsession

“What will the predators wear?” I ask.

“The mask and traditionally they wear a long black robe with nothing underneath.”

“That’s hot. So, everyone wears that if they’re not prey?” I ask.

“Yes. You won’t know who is who.”

“So, avoid everyone, but pray it’s your predator when you get captured?” I ask.

“Yes. If you get captured, ask them to reveal no matter if they have a condom on or not. They will always let you know who they are,” she explains. “I’ll go ahead and warn you that Bradley has every intention of catching you.”

“Does Lucian know this?” I ask.

“He does. Lucian told him to have fun.”

“Is Lucian going to go after anyone else?” I ask.

“God no. You’re his obsession. He hasn’t even looked at another woman sexually since the day he met you,” she says.

“But he has no issues sharing me?” I ask.

“Not sharing. Those are just the rules. He understands that this is the one time others will have access to you. I’m going to assume he will catch you and you two will get married. If you participate in future years, there is automatic consent given based on your vows. Others will have access to you then also,” she explains as we walk. “He definitely doesn’t like that others want to capture you, but he respects the rules. It just means he will do more to remind you that you belong to him.”

“Well, this is exciting,” I say happily.

When we walk into the community center, I follow Laura’s lead and take off my robe before we go to our knees where the other prey are kneeling. I sit back on my heels with my head bowed and my hands resting on my thighs.

“You look sexy as fuck,” Laura whispers to me.

“You look like you’re going to freeze your ass off,” I reply quietly. We both giggle but go silent when someone clears their throat. Others are filing into the room and people in long black robes stand in front of us.

“Thank you to all of our participants who have gathered this evening,” Carol says. “The rules are simple. The prey runs andthe predators hunt. If you capture prey that is not your own, you are required to wear protection for all activities. If you are asked to reveal yourself, we are asking this year that you do no matter if the prey is your own or not. In light of recent events, only vetted members of the community are permitted to play. We take the safety of our prey seriously, so if you are caught breaking the rules, you will be handed over to local police on first degree rape charges. If anyone catches you abusing the prey and they confirm the abuse, again, you will be handled accordingly. Know that we do have game officials within the gated community, so all infractions will be caught… you are to stay within the gated community and not enter a home that is not your own or your predators. If you are attempting to capture prey and they enter their own home, you are permitted to follow. The gate is locked, and we have stations set up for first aid and to contact a game official. These zones are considered safe zones for the prey but are not to be used as a way to avoid capture… the prey may use the safe word 'red' but it is only permitted to be used if the prey is in danger or if they need to go to a safe zone. If the prey is prevented from entering a safe zone after calling that word, again, you will be handled accordingly. The predators are all wearing a new mask and the old one is retired as of today. Are there any questions?”

“Do the prey have a certain amount of time to leave the community center before the predators can hunt them?” I ask.

“No,” she says with humor in her tone. “The predators love a good chase, so it is not common for a predator to capture their prey immediately. I cannot say the same for those who wish to capture prey that is not their own.”

“Okay,” I laugh.

“Alright. Let your destiny guide you and have fun,” Carol says. It’s silent for a second before Laura giggles.

I look up and see a large number of people in long black hooded robes with vendetta masks on, only they’re black with white accents, whereas the old ones were white with black accents.

“Run,” Laura says, pushing me toward the door. “Girl, run.”

I get up and sprint to the exit and the rest of the prey follow. I keep them between me and the masked men. I don’t get more than a hundred feet across the courtyard before arms wrap around my body. They roll so they take the brunt of the fall before putting me on my back with my hands pinned above my head.

“I need to learn to run faster,” I giggle. “Reveal yourself.”

“Like you don’t know who I am,” Bradley laughs.

“Just making sure. Laura told me you wanted to attack me,” I say. “You must not like them limp, huh?”

“You’re a smartass,” he says as he grabs hold of my thong and rips it off. I roll myself so I can grab a hold of the grass and try to pull myself out from under him. I hear the condom wrapper as I slip away but he grabs my hips and pulls me back. I scream when he suddenly slams into me and starts fucking me hard and fast.

“No, no, no. Too hard,” I cry out. It feels so fucking good, though. I moan helplessly as he pounds me into the earth. I keep fighting to get out from under him until finally he loosens his grip onmy waist, and I can get up and run. Someone else comes out of nowhere and takes me to the ground before Bradley has me on my back. When he surges back into me, I moan and arch off the ground.

“Fuck, I’m going to look forward to this tight pussy every year,” Bradley groans. The more I fight him, the harder he thrusts.

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