Chapter 2
Chapter two
The Hunting Games
Primal Play
It’s a beautiful summer night in Western North Carolina.
I’m sitting around a bonfire with some friends, watching them do shots.
Part of me is envious of their free spirits.
I was raised in a strict religious household, so I was extremely sheltered.
I was homeschooled through high school. I’m pretty sure my mom would have tried to homeschool me for college if that was a thing.
They were devastated when I left for college.
About six months ago, they got into a car wreck and died, and here I am now doing everything they told me not to do. Maybe I should feel a little bad that partying was the first thing I did.
Don’t stay out late. Don’t drink. Don’t wear short skirts, in fact… it's either long pants or a skirt that drags the ground. No makeup. No hair dye. Women are to be seen and not heard. They are meant to be barefoot and pregnant at home for their man.
They hated that I went to college, but nothing was going to stop me.
I knew they weren’t going to help me, so I applied for scholarships on my own with the help of my youth pastor.
Admittedly, I made him help me. By made, I mean blackmailed.
He had been fucking me in the back of the church since I was fourteen years old.
He told my parents that I would do well with counseling sessions, but his counseling sessions meant bending me over his desk, covering my mouth, and fucking me to tears.
The first time he had me suck his cock, I threw up. I was mortified, but it only seemed to fuel his lust. Eventually, I got the hang of it. I was sixteen.
See, I may be sheltered, but I’m fully aware that what he did was legally considered assault.
I didn’t mind though. Not at the time at least. Now I’m so used to it that the pain doesn’t seep in.
I enjoyed the orgasms he gave me and despite being a fucking creep, he did teach me a lot about the world.
He was the one who told me that my parents were basically neglecting me by sheltering me from the world so much.
I told him that I wanted to go to college.
He said I would need money for that, so I told him that he needed to help me get a scholarship somewhere.
He was reluctant to help considering my father was the pastor, but he was happy to play along when I told him I would tell my parents.
He helped me get a full-ride scholarship to Western Carolina University.
It is a six-hour drive from my house, clear across the state.
It is close enough that my parents wouldn’t die of a heart attack but far enough away that I could do things that I wanted to do.
My parents tracked the phone they paid for, so I simply got another one and left theirs in my dorm when I went out.
Inherently, I still follow some of the rules.
It’s almost ingrained in my head at this point.
If I drink, it’s always with some of the girls from my dorm.
I don’t drink around men. I was always taught to not draw unnecessary attention to yourself or you only have yourself to blame if he holds you down and rapes you.
I got into reading about two weeks after my parents died.
I needed an escape from the incessant calls from everyone at the church.
My parents didn’t have any family because their church was the family.
Everyone expected me to come back. It had been a year and a half since I had attended service really anywhere, and they were appalled to find that out.
Eventually, I got sick of the calls and told the new pastor that I was an atheist, and I would really appreciate it if everyone would leave me the fuck alone.
He was shockingly nice about it. He said he understood, and that he hoped that one day I would come back to the church. Although, he is no longer the pastor.
My friend, Amanda, got me into reading smut to try and teach me things because My youth pastor, Oscar, is the only person I’ve ever had sex with.
I’m not really versed in this type of situation, but I’d like to understand more.
The last time I slept with him was the day of the funeral in the casket room.
He was the one doing the service. My parents were moved from wherever they were being held to this room before they transitioned into the main room.
He had me come and check their appearance.
Somehow, that led to me getting bent over a casket.
I expect him to put his greedy little hands on me every time I am alone with him.
Luckily, it wasn’t either of my parents that I got fucked on top of.
Amanda looks over at me and grins. “Wren,” she says.
“Amanda,” I laugh.
“Truth or Dare?” she asks.
“Truth,” I say.
“Okay. Next time, we are adding a rule about how many times you can say truth,” Henry laughs.
“Truth… okay. Is it true that you got fucked on top of a casket at your parent's funeral?” she asks and I burst out laughing.
“You’re a bitch,” I say with a smile. “Yes. It’s true. By my youth pastor, too. You can’t blame me because he groomed me at fourteen years old.”
“Like… were you literally on top of it?” Henry asks.
“No. Just like… bent over. I would like to point out. It was not my parents' casket,” I laugh.
“Ew. They were in the room?” Adam asks.
“It’s not like they were sitting in the corner jerking off, Adam,” Amanda laughs.
“It’s okay. The lid to their casket was closed,” I shrug.
“You’re so fucked up,” Henry laughs.
“That’s trauma for ya,” I smile. “Henry. Truth or dare?”
“Hmm. Truth,” he says.
“Okay,” I say, thinking of what to ask. “Ah. I’ve got it. When was the last time you and Amanda had sex?”
“What kind of sex are we talking about?” he asks with a smile.
“Anything with the words ‘sex’ in the name,” I laugh.
“About an hour ago she gave me head,” he grins.
“Bitch,” she laughs.
“Wren,” Henry says with a mischievous grin.
“Really? I deadpan.
“Mhmm. Truth or dare?”
“Jesus… okay. Fine. Dare,” I say.
“Okay. I dare you… to sign up and participate in the hunting games tomorrow night,” he says simply.
“You’re going to give the poor little Christian girl a heart attack,” Amanda laughs. “She would not be able to handle that.”
“I can’t argue until I know what it is,” I say.
“It’s this game at the Manor property. They send off ten women into fifty acres of land.
Then they send ten men after them. The women have to make it all night without getting caught and taken back to the home base, and they win.
It is a primal game, so you give consent for them to do whatever they want to do if they find you.
Meaning, when they catch you chances are you’re gonna get fucked in the woods or at least throat fucked,” Amanda says.
“Kinky,” I laugh. “Are you afraid of it or something? Is that why you don’t want me doing it?”
“No. It’s amazing,” she laughs.
“So… You don’t think I can handle it?” I ask.
“Okay. I’ll make you a deal, Wren” she says. “I will put you on the list tomorrow, but you have to go up and go sit in Adam’s lap facing him. You let him get you off in front of everyone and I’ll call Tate.”
“Is Adam consenting?” I ask simply.
“Oh… Adam is consenting,” Adam grins and waves me over. “Come here, Wren.” I smile at Amanda and stand up from my seat. Adam moves his seat back so that no one is behind him, which is a nice gesture to make.
I stop in front of Amanda and reach up my blood-red, high-waisted, knee-length Maxi skirt and hook my thumbs in the band of my thong before dragging them down my thighs when I step out of them, I take her hand and place my underwear in her palm before patting her cheek. “For you, dear,” I say sweetly.
She presses them to her nose and inhales deeply. “Perfect for my spank bank,” she says with a serious tone before shoving my underwear in her bra.
“You two are freaks,” Henry laughs. I wink at him before walking over to Adam.
He leans forward and slides his hands up the sides of my legs before gripping the back of my thigh, hauling me into his lap.
The way he has me sitting, I’m on his knees and completely spread open.
The back of the skirt falls so that no one can see me as it reaches the ground, but he has the front of the skirt up so he can see everything.
His eyes darken with lust as he slides his hands up my inner thighs.
“Continue on,” Adam says. “She’s probably going to want to go home after this.”
“Is it going to be that awful, Adam?” I ask.
“Mmm,” he laughs. “You’ll find out.”
At first, he just massages up my thighs and around my pussy, carefully watching my reactions.
I groan and my eyes roll back when he pushes two fingers inside of me.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, Wren,” he says as he starts to fuck me with his fingers.
My pussy clamps down on his fingers when he presses his thumb to my clit and starts to rub me.
“Fuck,” I pant. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer to him.
“My pretty little church slut wants to come, doesn’t she?” he asks quietly.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Let’s hear it, baby,” he says sweetly as he curls his fingers inside of me.
“Oh, dear God,” I moan and tip my head back.
“They don’t call me ‘Magic Fingers’ for nothin’” he grins.
“No one calls you that, Adam,” Henry chuckles.
“Fuck, they should,” I groan and Henry laughs. He sounds closer than he was before.
“Don’t you put your hands on her without asking,” Adam warns.
“She has a voice,” Henry says as he begins to knead my shoulders. My eyes flutter closed and I groan deeply.
“Fuck. This is hot,” Amanda says. Henry leans down and bites my neck, making me whimper.
“Aw. Look at those beautiful thighs trembling for me,” Adam says as he pushes deeper.
“Oh my God, Adam,” I moan.
“Be careful moaning my name, little girl,” he says seriously. “Come for us, Wren.”