Riley stepped from the van, helped down by one of the hunt organisers and squinted in the bright sunlight. It was heading towards midday and the heat already drew a covering of sweat over her fair skin.
Clear skies and open countryside stretched out towards the horizon without a sign of human habitation. It was hard for a city dweller like Riley to comprehend such places still existed. But here it was. Open, Sandy grass lands with sparse trees and low rocky outcrops in the distance. That would be her only cover until this was over.
She turned her attention to the hunters. There were six of them. Fit men in their thirties and forties, equipped with everything they needed for a successful hunt. These were no ordinary hunters. Each was a wealthy man who'd paid handsomely for the thrill of a human hunt. Ominously each carried a rifle slung over his shoulder.
Riley stood quietly with the other girls, twelve in all, waiting for the signal. They were all young and pretty like herself.
"Listen up.
The hunt organiser stood in front of the two groups and waiting until he had everyone's attention.
"When I blow the whistle, girls you have ten minutes head start. Keep heading north until you see the old water tower with the flag on it. That's the end point.
Hunters..."
He shrugged before just saying.
"Enjoy the hunt."
Apprehension for what was about to happen engulfed Riley and she felt slightly sick at the prospect of running while these men hunted her like a wild animal.
She flushed red as she saw them studying her along with the other girls. They were just meat to them. Something to be chased down.
Riley started running as soon as the whistle blew. She had ten minutes head start and the safety line was ten miles across mixed terrain.
She knew it wouldn't be easy going. Naked except for a pair of small ankle boots and with her hands chained loosely behind her back to disadvantage her, she would have to take care not to fall or find herself trying to cross any rivers.
The hunters would be hot on her trail soon enough. Binoculars scanning the countryside looking for movement. A rifle sight with crosshairs on the naked flesh of her butt.
The ground was stony under her feet and she had to watch her step to avoid toppling. Ahead long grass offered the promise of cover from gun sights and binoculars. The other girls were spreading out, looking for their own escape. Some had paired off or grouped together. Others like her were choosing to go it alone.
The grass wasn't as long as she'd hoped when she reached it. Sparser than it looked from a distance and only reaching to her waist. She slowed to ease her burning lungs and looked about for better cover. Trees lay to the east but that meant moving off line. She decided to keep going, hoping the head start would keep her clear of her pursuers. Riley was young and healthy. Fit with strong shapely legs that would carry her to the end.
Her hands were cuffed loosely behind her back, "to add to the excitement of the experience" they'd said. But it meant she couldn't hold her wildly bouncing tits that we're becoming increasingly uncomfortable. They weren't the biggest, modest compared to a couple of the other girls but right now she wished for a tiny fried eggs adorning her chest.
Eventually she had to slow. Out of breath, aching tits and feet that hurt from slipping on rough stones took their toll. The boots were sturdy enough, but there was always the risk of a twisted ankle. Then she'd be a sitting duck.
Now she kept going at a walking pace, occasionally glancing back to be certain no one was there. Surely the hunters couldn't close her down with the head start they'd been given.
It was hot. Hotter than she'd expected. This wasn't the best activity for someone with fair skin and blonde hair in hindsight. The sun was high in the sky and she could feel her flesh burning. Sweat dripped from her, running into her eyes. Just another of the discomforts she hadn't thought of when answering the advertisement for 'young open minded and outgoing girls with a sense of adventure'.
Running naked across private land had seemed exciting to a natural exhibitionist like Riley. Five thousand dollars for a days work with a bonus if she could make the finish line unscathed was easy money. There was no way she'd get caught.
With her lungs easing she started up a trot again, determined to keep distance between her and the hunters. She wondered what the other girls were doing. We're they evading their hunters as successfully. In a way she hoped not. Time spent taking them down was fine not used on her.
The shot hit her square on the back with a sharp slap. Blue paint splattered around the impact point and she stopped running, slightly shocked at her bad luck.
"Okay." Riley gasped trying to catch her breath.
"You got me."
She dropped to her knees and waited, accepting her fate.
"Good girl."
