Hunting Day

Emily had been claimed. Twenty three years as a free woman and she had to take an evening stroll on hunting day, she cursed herself. She could feel the sting of the dart in her arm. She quickly grabbed it and tossed it to the ground. It had just been too beautiful outside, she grumbled, why did this have to be the day? She scratched at the wound she now had, and cringed as she could feel the tingle of its insidious venom pour into her system.

Once every year there was a hunting day, a day when free women could be claimed by licensed hunting parties. It was a random day, never announced until after it was over, except to the hunters that is. Ever since the party had taken over it had been this way, and now Emily had been claimed. The dart that had struck her was just the first stage in her new life as a slave girl. The serum inside would start the process.

No free woman ever really knew what being claimed was like, there were stories, of course, but nothing could cover that distance between a simple telling and having the dart hit you. All Emily really knew was that the first dart simply prepared a woman for being taken. She didn't really know what that meant. She did feel a bit woozy, she noted, but other than that she felt normal. It wasn't until she heard the whooping from the brush on the far side of the park that she reconsidered her position. Maybe there was a chance to escape this fate, she thought, but only if she got away.

"We've got a runner!" Emily heard a gruff voice yell as soon as she bolted. She had no idea how many there were, but she couldn't escape if she didn't try.

She hadn't taken more than a few steps when she felt another dart hit her in the rear. She swooned again, but this time something was different. Sparks seemed to fly through her body, and her head clouded over. Emily just stopped, and then she felt her mind shifting. It was so strange, she shuddered, and her thoughts were suddenly bombarded with something strange. Her focus seemed to melt away before she had them, but there was something else too, directives.

Emily's eye's fluttered as her mind filled with sudden needs. She didn't understand them at first, but they quickly crystallized both in form and urgency. Emily knew this was the first stage of her conversion, and she tried to fight it, but it was just so powerful.

The first notion that hit her was about her clothes. She had to remove them. They were tight, confining, and Emily didn't need them any more. Her hands flew to her shirt and started tearing it off. Emily couldn't control her hands. The need to be naked simply overwhelmed everything else. She quickly tore off every stitch of clothing she had on. Emily didn't even pause as she ripped off her bra and panties, destroying the frilly garments as she did so. When she finished, she looked down at the pile of torn clothes with dismay, she really was becoming a slave. Oddly enough, she felt better as she felt a breeze tickled her bare skin, it was good to be naked, the directives told her. Her boobs and pussy breathed as they never had before, it really did feel good, Emily thought.

"Alright, girl, everything will be okay, we're just here to claim you." Emily heard from behind her. She quickly turned around, trying to cover herself. She knew her hands didn't provide her with much protection, but her embarrassment at her state drove her action. Even as Emily slid her arm over her nipples and a hand over her bush, she had to fight a new directive forming in her brain. It was good to be naked in front of men, it blasted into her mind, even as she struggled against the strange idea.

"Please don't do this!" Emily squealed weakly as she looked up at two men. Just looking at them made her shudder, both in fear and need. She'd never found much to be interested in men before, but now she felt her own ardor growing just looking at them. Her mind flashed with almost instinctive thoughts, primal, and all involving her and these two men naked and writhing together in passion. Her hands slowly slipped away as well, the need to display her naked flesh overwhelming her control.

"Present yourself girl, we have a dinner waiting." Ordered one of the men. They'd taken a moment to review her naked flesh as she panted before them. They seemed pleased, but the older man looked impatient and he had ordered her.

Emily quivered for a moment, not knowing what he meant, but then she suddenly understood. She tried to resist following his command, but the battle was short and she fell to her knees. Emily bowed her head and pulled her hair off her neck, as she did, she noticed a strange metallic ring on the back of her neck. It was just slightly larger than the tip of her thumb and somehow it was merged with the skin just below her hair line. She knew it hadn't been there before, and concluded that it must be part of the claiming process.

"Good girl, this basic program should be good for now." The other man said before pressing something cold and metallic into the back of her neck.

Everything blurred for a moment before returning to normal. Or something like normal, Emily's mind felt somewhat fuzzy now, she didn't understand it, but she knew she'd just been programmed.

"Program insertion successful, slave mode enabled, slave Emily awaits your command." Emily chimed in her happiest tone. She shuddered at her own words, but she could feel the program chaining her thoughts and adding new ones as well. First, she was horny, very horny. She just looked at the two men before her and her pussy twitched with lust. Emily presented herself again for them now, this time with her chest heaved out and her kneeling legs spread widely. She had to show them just what kind of a woman they had claimed.

"Hey, I think she's taking to it pretty well, just look at how flushed she is!" Emily heard one of the men say. She blushed at the statement, even though she knew it was true. Her pussy was seething with heat and she could feel her nipples harden with that same arousal. Emily's arousal was making her squirm with need, the intensity of it, the ache between her thighs was greater than she'd ever felt before.

The other man reached between her legs and cupped her naked pussy. Emily fought back a moan, but couldn't help but squirm against his hand. "Oh, yeah, she's taking to the program very quickly. This is your first catch, son, why don't you claim her properly, dinner can wait."

"How about it, Emily, are you ready for me?" The other man said, pulling up close to her. He reached out, cupped her breasts with his hands, and smiled. Emily gasped at the pleasure his touch caused and couldn't help but present her bosom for easy fondling.

"Slave Emily is very horny, Master. She is ready to service you." Emily chimed as the man pinched her nipples playfully. She couldn't believe what she'd just said, or what was happening to her. She was becoming a slave, her body was already subservient to her new programming, and she had no idea how long her mind could last.

"Wonderful, why don't you lay back and spread your legs while I get ready." The man commanded. Emily bowed her head for a moment, trying to fight back against her new drives, her new programming, but her resistance didn't last long. She just had to do what he wanted, and it was truly mere moments before she was lying back on the grass where her legs spread lewdly. Emily rested there as the man prepared himself, internally she had to fight not to think about sex, or the satisfaction that her programming had her appropriately wet and positioned to be claimed.

"Don't mind us we're just claiming a new slave, you're all free to watch if you like." The other man laughed at the small crowd that was assembling. Emily shuddered at the thought of a crowd of gawkers watching her being used, but all she could do about it was blush ever so slightly as she listened to their whispers.

"Oh, with a body like that I wish I'd gotten a license for today."

"And just look how wet her pussy is, she must be a natural slave."

"Wow! That's little Emily Parsons, I never thought anyone would get her!"

"Really? Oh yeah, you're right man, I hope these hunters feel like sharing today, she's a real babe!" "I bet her pussy's real tight, too, maybe even virgin."

Emily couldn't do anything but listen as the crowd whispered around her. She cringed each time she recognized a voice. Some of them were her neighbors or coworkers, and each one was talking about how much they'd dreamed about fucking her. For a moment she almost forgot her position and felt a burning hatred at their chauvinistic attitudes. That little distraction didn't last long though, as the immediate target of her attention was ready for her now.

"Tell me, Emily, are you a virgin?" The man asked as he crawled over her naked body. Emily pulled her legs open further and lifted her hips instinctively. She looked between them and couldn't help but lust after the magnificent tool that was swinging between his legs. Emily shuddered at the insidious power her new programming had. She was locked in a cage as she watched her body do the bidding of its new owner. All the while the new directives of her slave programming seeped into her mind, subverting her to her new existence completely. She truly wanted that cock inside her, defiling her and fucking her into blissful slavery.

"Slave Emily has been fucked three times Master, but she will still be nice and tight for a man so well hung as you." Emily answered, her entire body quaking in anticipation. She had never been this horny before, no doubt another effect of her new programming, she thought. The man lowered himself between her legs now and positioned himself at her gates. Emily was nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of his tool parting her nether lips, but all she could do was hold her hips steady and wait for him to claim her.

The man above her simply smiled for a moment as he rested at her entrance. Then he grabbed onto both of her breasts and pressed into Emily's waiting flesh. She thrust her hips back to meet him and felt his shaft sink into her. Emily couldn't believe she was really doing this, but quickly found herself rippling her pussy in ways she'd never thought of before yet instinctively knowing that they would please her master. He was a large man as well, and Emily swore she could feel every vein on his shaft as it pulsed within her. This was the proper place for a slave, she thought, on her back servicing her master. Emily didn't want to be a slave, she still fought the personal implications of slavery, but the programming had solidified the abstract notions of a slave's role in her mind. She knew the proper role of a slave and the programming in her mind now worked to convince her that she was a slave and properly accept her own role.

"You're a slave now, Emily, how does it feel?" The man laughed right into her face as he started to fuck her. Emily's first response was simply a cry of pleasure as she worked herself against his plunging shaft, drawing out every ounce of pleasure she could. None of her earlier experiences had been like this, and the small part of her still in control wondered how much the programming was responsible for. It didn't matter now, though, even if she could regain control from the programming, the pleasure she was receiving was more than she could resist.

"Glorious, Master! Fuck this slave!" Emily cried out as she thrust herself back against him. She couldn't control herself, every thrust was like a revelation, showing her the true purpose of being. Emily moaned shamelessly as he squeezed on her mammaries while plunging into her seething flesh. She wrapped her legs around him and drew him in as he claimed her.

"See how easy it is, guys! Even little miss innocent here can be made into a slave. Just look at how wet and willing she is." The other man addressed the crowd as Emily and her master coupled on the ground. His words sank into Emily and jolted loose her thoughts from the animal desires that were controlling her.

"Oh, God! No! Please Master! Emily, uh, Emily doesn't want, oh, this! She doesn't, uh, want to be a slave!" Emily screamed as she ground her body against the hunter who was claiming her. She instinctively fucked him, caressing his shaft and matching his thrusts. She couldn't help herself, she had to do it, had to fuck him. Her objections didn't matter. She had to please him. That was her programming, she understood that, but the needs it burned into her were real and beyond any ability to control.

The man claiming her simply smiled and shoved his manhood fully into her. Emily rippled around his shaft fervently now, knowing that she had to bring forth his seed. He cupped her breasts again and squeezed them just as Emily felt his manhood begin to twitch. Emily screamed in ecstasy as she felt the first shot of his seed blast against the depths of her passage. She reached up and kissed her master passionately as she felt her depths being filled. Emily's tongue danced with his as his seed burned into her. She kept squeezing him with the walls of her pussy as well, determined to milk every drop from him like a good slave.

The pair remained locked together like that for several minutes before he broke their embrace. Emily just rested on her back as he smiled at her and pulled himself free. She cooed as his girth slipped from her, then felt a new shift roll through her mind. It tingled around her senses for a moment, then she resumed her kneeling position before her master.

"Master, slave Emily has been claimed and bonded by your DNA as per the Federal Bonding Act, this slave is now officially registered and licensed. Her free woman status has been revoked and all assets have been transferred to you. Would you like this slave to clean your manhood of our juices now?" Emily recited, knowing that this was the official notice of her new life. She was his now, his to play with and modify, everything she had was his to control, including her mind.

The man simply nodded and Emily quickly moved in to do the job. She wrapped her tongue around his limp shaft and diligently cleaned every ounce of their juices from him. Emily was shocked at how pleasant the experience was, though she recognized that her programming was pumping her mind with positive feedback at her actions. She'd tried oral once before, though she hadn't really liked it, now was different, she was a slave, and a slave was always willing to serve her master.

Emily couldn't help but take her time, she had to clean her master properly, she knew. The first thing she noticed was the taste, every drop of his seed was pure candy, more delicious than anything she'd ever tasted before. Then came his cock. Emily traced her tongue over every vein and bulge of his shaft, studying it, knowing that this was the center of her new existence. She couldn't suppress the feeling of wonder that came at being so close to such a god like tool and pure awe at having the privilege of serving it.

When his shaft started to harden within her mouth, Emily swooned with joy. The slave was pleasuring her master and he liked it. She found herself sucking on him instead of just licking off their juices. As she did, her mind suddenly opened and Emily found the knowledge of how to pleasure a man orally spread out inside her thoughts. She latched on to the most pleasurable technique and focused on brining her master to another wonderful orgasm. Every moan he uttered filled Emily with joy as she worked between his legs, recognition for her fine work. Finally, she felt him begin to quiver and felt his shaft bulge within her mouth as his seed flowed into her. Emily shuddered as well, the taste of his juices sending her into an orgasm of her own.

After she'd finished cleaning him again, she sat back in her presentation position and waited for her next command. Emily seethed inside, she couldn't help but do all of this and she knew this was only the beginning. Her mind burned with conflicting thoughts. Her body shook with arousal, reeling both from the fucking she'd just received and her service to her master's shaft. Emily hated what she'd been forced to do by her new programming, but she could feel it seeping thoughts of encouragement into her even now. A good slave was grateful for every pleasure she could grant her master.

"You want to ride her, pops?" Her Master asked.

"Nah, your mother's waiting at home and she'll need some attention. I'm sure some of our little audience would love to oblige, though, if you're looking to share." The older man smiled. "I'll be going now, I'll make sure there's still something warm in the oven for you when you get back."

"All right, your loss." The young man laughed. He smiled and turned to the small crowd that had gathered around. "I heard a few of you say you knew this little slave, if you're interested in having a stab at her, step up."

The line formed quickly and Emily surveyed the crowd as best she could given that she couldn't move her head. Many of them she didn't know, but several she did, some were just workers in shops she passed through, and some were coworkers. A few more she had considered as friends, and now all of them were lined up to use her. Her mind reeled at the thought, but her body flushed, her pussy quaked, heating itself for the task ahead. She felt her chest heave as she began to pant with uncontrollable excitement, her breasts rising and falling with each labored breath. She could feel that her nipples were hard as rocks and her clit aching between her legs. Emily knew she was a slave now, getting so horny for her coming use, but she couldn't help it either.

"It looks like you're pretty popular, Emily. Now, I want you to stand up and pick four of these fine gentlemen to fuck you. I want each one to leave a deposit in either your mouth or pussy, their choice. The rest of you guys can watch, but after these four we have to go home." The master instructed.

Emily shuddered as she stood up. Her mind whirled at the order she'd just received. She'd only had sex a few times in her life and now she was being asked to choose four partners for herself. Emily's eyes rolled over the small crowd of men, each one looking hopeful for a roll in the hay with her. She couldn't believe she had to choose like this, and fought against the notion. This slave must select them now! Emily shuddered as the directive floored her. This slave must pleasure four men or her choosing, Emily shivered at her own thoughts. She closed her eyes for a moment, and the directive slammed her mind again, this time taking control. This slave will fuck the four men here who knew her best.

"Thomas, Rick, Barry, and Joe, slave Emily has selected you." Emily chimed in a sing song voice. She felt herself quiver again at the thought. Thomas and Rick were both two of her oldest male friends and Barry and Joe had worked with her for years. She knew her programming was punishing her for resistance, forcing her to perform for those she'd otherwise least want to. Her body was still racing with sexual need and no sooner had the four stepped forward, then she walked up to Thomas.

"Let me undress you, Thomas." Emily smiled and quickly set to work undressing her friend. She couldn't help but give him friendly little rubs as she slipped off his clothes. Emily easily noticed just how buffed and trim Thomas was, and when she finally pulled down his shorts she swooned at the hardened shaft rising before her.

Thomas reached down, pulled her naked form to his, and held her. His hands roamed over her tender flesh, and Emily shuddered.

"How is it, Em? What's it like being a little slave girl?" Thomas asked as he reached his hands up and cupped both of her breasts. Emily cooed as he rolled her tender flesh, her mind locked in a storm over how to respond to his question. Her honest feelings and those of her programming tearing against each other.