The van doors opened onto a forest landscape, dappled with the shadows and golden sunlight of late evening. "Run my little pet, run and hide!" he whispered menacingly in her ear.

The mask she wore made it hard to see and the tail plug she wore reminded her of its presence with each step, but she ran. Branches whipped at her bare legs and body as she ran, hidden roots reaching out to trip her as she dodged left and right, choosing paths at random as she sought to put distance between herself and the waiting pursuers.

A shrill whistle sounded behind her - too close behind - as they set off to hunt her down. She ran frantically now, eyes darting to either side as she searched for somewhere to hide, sparing quick glances behind. Then she saw it. A bush just off the path with low hanging branches and thick leaves. She dived under its protective embrace, finding a clear area near the trunk to huddle in.

She heard their voices, reassuringly distant as they laughed and joked with each other, laying bets on who would capture her first. She started to relax, her breathing returning to normal when she heard another voice, shockingly close and speaking softly. "Come out little foxy, I know you're there. I promise to be gentle"

For a fraction of a second she was tempted, but she knew the rules of the game as well as he did. Stay hidden for an hour and her master would reward her. Get captured and... the hunters would get their reward instead.

Holding her breath she could hear his footsteps on the path outside her hiding place. The gentle rustle of leaves, the sharp crack of a snapping twig. She realised she had made a horrible mistake. The bush was far too obvious a place to hide. He was bound to search it, find her... His footsteps faded into the distance.

It was a narrow escape. She knew she needed somewhere better to hide. She left the bush slowly, crawling out backwards before standing up. Straight into the arms of her waiting captor. "Got you!" He hissed triumphantly in her ear before throwing her roughly to the floor. She landed face down, and before she could collect herself he was on her, pinning her with the weight of his body as she felt him pulling his trousers down.

He took her aggressively, his cock driving into her pussy again and again, thrusting hard and fast, each thrust driving her face and breasts into the mud and leaves beneath. She bit her lip, knowing that any cries she made would only bring the other hunters swarming to her. With a soft moan he came inside her. Pushing himself away and standing over her afterwards, he said in that deceptively soft voice "time to run little fox. You've got the count of 20 before I tell everyone you're here"

She could feel his seed trickling from her sore body, collecting on her thighs, but she had no time to clean up now. She jumped to her feet and ran again. Not caring about where she was running to, only that it was away. Again branches slapped against her bare skin, brambles catching in her tail, tugging on it painfully, but still she ran. She was no longer running in hope of being rewarded, but to avoid further punishment for failure. She heard her first captor's voice calling out, followed by answering shouts which seemed to come from all sides, disorienting her as they echoed around the trees.

She found a new hiding place where a fallen tree had left an inviting space under it's roots. She lay back in the shadows, feeling secure as she watched the skies darken. Only a few minutes left until sunset and safety.

There were voices nearby, talking too softly for her to hear. Last time she had been caught bolting from her hiding place. She resolved not to make that same mistake again, and would stay where she was until the whistle which announced the end of the hunt. Their voices drifted away, came nearer, drifted away again as they searched around the area she was hiding in. She didn't move. Barely daring to breathe as she watched the last rays of sunlight filtering through the trees.

A hand grasped her ankle. "There you are!" exclaimed one voice, before another added "Nearly escaped us, didn't you?" She cried out in fear, desperation, frustration. Just a minute more, maybe two and she would have been safe! They lifted her from her hole, each gripping an arm and a leg and dropped her unceremoniously to the floor.

She knew what she had to do. She'd agreed to the rules - helped to write them even. She dropped to her knees in front of the two men, unsurprised to see their hard cocks already standing free from their trousers. Her hands reached out, gripping each shaft, stroking slowly up and down. She glanced up and saw her master, standing back and watching with a dissatisfied glare. She knew he wouldn't accept her giving any less than her best for the two captors before her.

She moved her head to the left, taking the head of that cock between her lips, sucking gently as her tongue explored the tip. Then switching to the right and doing the same again. Back to the left again, taking a little more into her mouth and letting her tongue dance around the whole head. Changing again... Before she could repeat herself again, she felt a hand on the back of her head, as he thrust deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.

She felt herself choking as he held her there, one second, two...three. It felt like his cock was filling her, she couldn't breathe. He released her head, and she coughed, saliva running down her chin to collect on her mud smeared breasts. She managed to take one breath, then the first captor was on her again, his cock thrusting quickly in and out of her mouth. She tried to pull away and felt a sharp slap on the cheek. She realised then what she should have already known. She wasn't in control, she wasn't setting the pace. Her mouth was just a hole for them to use.

The next few minutes were a blur. Every time she had an opportunity to gasp for air, a cock would fill her mouth and throat almost immediately . She could no longer keep track of which cock was whose, or even whether it was still just the two of them. There were more slaps when she didn't turn her head fast enough, and someone spat in her face when she whimpered.

She felt a cock leave her mouth, and when it wasn't immediately replaced, she looked up in confusion, just in time to see her captor shoot strings of hot sticky cum across her breasts, where it mixed with her saliva and slowly trickled down her body. The second man took over. He fucked her mouth angrily, urgently, holding her head in both hands and not allowing her to resist. He waited until the last second before pulling out, his semen landing on her face and hair. She held her mouth open, managing to catch one strand, which she swallowed hungrily.

She knelt in the mud, gasping for breath and looked around. Five men stood in a circle around her, her master a little further back. She knew she'd serviced three of them, but couldn't tell now which ones. Not that it really mattered to her, except she felt a moment of pity for the two she had escaped.

Though maybe next time, they would be the ones to find her and use her. She looked down at herself, at her body streaked with mud, cum and saliva, her arms and legs scratched and bruised from her desperate flight. Maybe next time she might even escape and claim her reward.