Breeder's Purge Night Midnight-1am Dolcet
"Hey Bart. Can you give me a one night pass to cross your land. I've got six breeder's to tag and I'm running out of time," I said. "Supposed to be good hunting over by the race track, but going all the way around and back before dawn will be impossible."
"Damn Hunter that's above my pay grade," Bart replied. "Because we know you I can clear you to the Feast Grounds but only the big man can approve that kind of pass."
"Okay, thanks Bart."
"Make sure she know how to behave. Alright?" Bart said while lifting the barrier.
"WTF" Fem shouted.
"Shut up," I yelled at her and drove forward. "Now listen, you obviously have heard of Dolcett but like most people you really don't understand it. I'm gonna give you the 30 second Crib Notes version. The men are dominant to sadist. The women are all beautiful and subservient. Not slaves. They cook, clean, pop out rugrats, fuck who their told, but up to and including the day their number comes up they are free to leave. If they don't leave then they are scheduled to be killed and eaten, no going back. Understand?" she nodded as I pulled over near the Feast Grounds. "Strip."
"What for?" she asked.
"All women must be naked on Feast Grounds. Hands ziptied behind the back and a choke collar with short leash attached around their neck." she stared at me like I was crazy. "It's the rules. Look I'm going to ask Dolcett for a big favor so I have to offer him something in return, That something is you. He only takes perfection and while you are close that brand on your ass should be disqualifying."
"Should be?"
"99 percent certain," I said. "When he turns you down he's more likely to grant our pass. You are the one who wanted to hunt with me. If you don't want to do this, we can turn around right now."
"99 percent, huh. Okay I'm in".
"One more thing, just because he turns you down for his colony doesn't mean you won't be asked to fuck someone or at least give head. Okay with that," She nodded yes. "Remember we are short on time so nutt them quick, okay?" I smiled and guided her to the grounds.
We passed by spit fires. Three women with spiked poles shove up their ass and out of the mouth rotating over open fires. A gallows where several women were lined up to be hung. Stocks, holding pens. Even a guillotine. Men and women were doing the cooking together. Over looking everything was a row of seated men. Each had a woman on her knees in front of him. The women were leaning forward, had cocks in their mouths, head bobbing like chicken pecking seeds. The man in the center seat spoke. "Hunter, glad you could make it. "Who is this? he eyed Fem.
"A volunteer pig," I replied. He motioned her over and did an examination.
"Hunter, I'm surprised. You know our standards. You've brought others. As I remember everyone accepted. This branded one is fine but unacceptable." Dolcett declared.
"Sorry, Dolcett. I wasn't sure about the brand since I know you brand your meat," I said.
"Like you said 'my brand', " he pointed toward the guillotine which was now occupied by a blonde woman. Head thur the opening, bent over ass in the air. "Have her get that one off before the chop, please."
I took her to the woman and stuffed her face in her ass. While waiting I called over to Dolcett explained my need for the pass tonight. Just as he seemed to be nodding his head no the woman in the guillotine exploded in orgasm which release the blade chopping her head off very cleanly. Fem stood up smiling.
"Okay, well done. You can have your pass Hunter," he laughed. "Good luck."
I waved and gave him a thumbs up. While walking back to the truck Fem told me that she had to pee. Since I did also I guided her over a line of women on the ground sitting back on their heels, heads turned towards the sky, mouths open.
I pulled my cock out and pissed in the first human toilet. I motioned Fem to take the one next door. She coped a squat and loosed a long, hot steam. We made it back to the truck and continued our Purge Night.
"Damn Hunter that's above my pay grade," Bart replied. "Because we know you I can clear you to the Feast Grounds but only the big man can approve that kind of pass."
"Okay, thanks Bart."
"Make sure she know how to behave. Alright?" Bart said while lifting the barrier.
"WTF" Fem shouted.
"Shut up," I yelled at her and drove forward. "Now listen, you obviously have heard of Dolcett but like most people you really don't understand it. I'm gonna give you the 30 second Crib Notes version. The men are dominant to sadist. The women are all beautiful and subservient. Not slaves. They cook, clean, pop out rugrats, fuck who their told, but up to and including the day their number comes up they are free to leave. If they don't leave then they are scheduled to be killed and eaten, no going back. Understand?" she nodded as I pulled over near the Feast Grounds. "Strip."
"What for?" she asked.
"All women must be naked on Feast Grounds. Hands ziptied behind the back and a choke collar with short leash attached around their neck." she stared at me like I was crazy. "It's the rules. Look I'm going to ask Dolcett for a big favor so I have to offer him something in return, That something is you. He only takes perfection and while you are close that brand on your ass should be disqualifying."
"Should be?"
"99 percent certain," I said. "When he turns you down he's more likely to grant our pass. You are the one who wanted to hunt with me. If you don't want to do this, we can turn around right now."
"99 percent, huh. Okay I'm in".
"One more thing, just because he turns you down for his colony doesn't mean you won't be asked to fuck someone or at least give head. Okay with that," She nodded yes. "Remember we are short on time so nutt them quick, okay?" I smiled and guided her to the grounds.
We passed by spit fires. Three women with spiked poles shove up their ass and out of the mouth rotating over open fires. A gallows where several women were lined up to be hung. Stocks, holding pens. Even a guillotine. Men and women were doing the cooking together. Over looking everything was a row of seated men. Each had a woman on her knees in front of him. The women were leaning forward, had cocks in their mouths, head bobbing like chicken pecking seeds. The man in the center seat spoke. "Hunter, glad you could make it. "Who is this? he eyed Fem.
"A volunteer pig," I replied. He motioned her over and did an examination.
"Hunter, I'm surprised. You know our standards. You've brought others. As I remember everyone accepted. This branded one is fine but unacceptable." Dolcett declared.
"Sorry, Dolcett. I wasn't sure about the brand since I know you brand your meat," I said.
"Like you said 'my brand', " he pointed toward the guillotine which was now occupied by a blonde woman. Head thur the opening, bent over ass in the air. "Have her get that one off before the chop, please."
I took her to the woman and stuffed her face in her ass. While waiting I called over to Dolcett explained my need for the pass tonight. Just as he seemed to be nodding his head no the woman in the guillotine exploded in orgasm which release the blade chopping her head off very cleanly. Fem stood up smiling.
"Okay, well done. You can have your pass Hunter," he laughed. "Good luck."
I waved and gave him a thumbs up. While walking back to the truck Fem told me that she had to pee. Since I did also I guided her over a line of women on the ground sitting back on their heels, heads turned towards the sky, mouths open.
I pulled my cock out and pissed in the first human toilet. I motioned Fem to take the one next door. She coped a squat and loosed a long, hot steam. We made it back to the truck and continued our Purge Night.
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