Cat and Mouse (Pilot season) [Pazzo x Meo]

[meomeo]

She staggered towards the sounds of gurgling water. Growing louder every second, like music to her ears. She rounded a bend and saw it – a babbling stream, no more than ankle-deep. But that’s plenty good enough.

She dropped her backpack and sank to her knees. The soft muddy bank a welcome cushion for her tired legs. With both hands she cupped water and drank greedily. Her raging thirst quenched, the woman let out a satisfied groan. Until she became abruptly aware of water dribbling down her half-naked front – it's a messy way to drink after all. She knew the cameras – wherever they are, mounted on branches, hidden in tree trunks, disguised as a songbird perhaps – would be aimed at her, zooming in, recording everything for posterity. For a half-second she felt dreadfully aware. Then she did not. It’s best not to think about the cameras. For the next 3 days, everything she does would be recorded and broadcasted to the nation – she knew this coming in. There would be no nook or cranny to hide, so the producers have stressed. So I best not worry about the cameras, and focus on survival. On winning.

A draft of wind brought welcome respite to her sweat-drenched body. But something else came with the breeze… from far off, the faint but unmistakable thumping of a chopper’s rotating blades. THWOMP… THWOMP… THWOMP…

The sound froze her.

With a shudder she regained her composure and glanced at her wristwatch. 71:31 ticked down to 71:30. Has it been 30 minutes already? Good thing I’ve set a brisk pace. But there goes my head start. He is here.

She hastily drank another mouthful, shouldered her backpack, and made for the opposite direction. As far away from the hunter as she can manage.

**One week ago**
**​

This is what a deer in the headlights feels like. Blinded by the stage lights and camera flashes. Deafened by the boisterous clapping, cheering, whistles, calls. Her heart hammered in her chest; her mind wiped out. All she managed was her practiced smile, and a robotic wave at the live audience, imitating how celebrities behave on these kind of shows. Knees felt like jelly. Good thing the host tapped her lightly on the shoulder, as if reminding her to sit down. Her ass sunk into the couch. He seems nice.

This niche gameshow pilot couldn’t quite afford Jimmy Fallon. The host settling behind the wooden desk reminded her of Robert De Niro from that Joker movie.

“Okay, okay, settle down, boys. You all are as excited as I am to finally meet our little mouse. Huh?” Another chorus of clapping and cheering. Smile, wave. “Why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself, sweetheart?”

Lucky she recited her lines ad nauseam - otherwise she wouldn’t make it through the constant interruptions from the riotous crowd, and her nerves. “My name is…” Cheering, wolf-whistles, cat-calls. “My name’s Hailey. Hailey Santiago. I’m 25.” Shit… what comes next?

“And what do you do, Hailey?” The host offered helpfully.

“Right! I am a part-time fitness instructor, also working towards my sports science degree. I’m an outdoors kinda gal – on the weekends I love to go mountain-climbing, camping, fishing sometimes. I also run track on my school varsity team…”

She stopped - the host interrupted her with a chuckle. Somewhat patronizingly, thought Hailey. “Guys, our cute ‘lil mouse ‘ere is an outdoors girl! I suppose you’d feel right at home on the island, Hailey?”

“I think I like my chances.” Hailey blurted out.

“While dressed like that?” The host teased with a cheshire cat grin. The live crowd roared in laughter. Hailey’s throat went rigid, she tried to stiffen her quivering lower lips. No comeback for that. He isn’t the genteel grandfatherly figure after all. For the pre-show, the producers made her wear the outfit “he” picked out, exactly how she would start off on the island. It’s skimpy… obvious pandering to the show’s target demographic. Hailey wouldn’t get caught wearing this at the skankiest Halloween party! She had to stomach her revulsion tugging each item on in the dressing room.

“He picked it out just for you, didn’t he? Now, speak of the devil, ladies and gentlemen, I hear he is ready come on stage! You ready to meet your hunter, Hailey?”

When you put it like that… Hailey gulped in dread, while maintaining her practiced smile.

 

[Pazzo]

He could feel it. The adrenaline coursing through his veins, and the deep thrum of the restored Vietnam-Era UH1's engine throbbing behind him.
It was a cheap thing, as this was still a niche interest pilot episode. Costs had to be cut where they could. Aviation equipment was never "cheap" by any means, but this model of helicopter was the Honda Civic equivalent. Inexpensive, plentiful replacements parts, not to mention being tried and tested for its reliability, owing to its popularity throughout the years. Few helicopter designs were still in service after seventy years.

The man seated in the rear of the craft looked every bit the part of a tough, grizzled old military veteran. While standing, he measured in at about six foot two, and covered in rippling muscle. The producers designed his outfit from the ground up, possibly pandering the the female demographic, having him wear a tight fitting black A-Shirt, with a set of polished dog tags hanging from his neck, to nestle between his well defined pectoral muscles. On his legs were a custom made set of camouflage cargo pants, with their cuffs bloused around the tops of his highly polished black jungle boots.

Max grunted, as he drew a muscular hand though his salt and pepper hair, cut short in the style of a military flat top. His heritage as a career soldier showed true. "Damn..." He murmured, unheard to everyone over the roar of the UH1's turbine engine.

"Alright!" He heard his "assistant" say into his headphones. "...We are at your drop point. Your quarry has a half an hour head start on you! Good luck!"

The ex soldier turned mercenary unbuckled his harness, and slid across the seats to jump out the open door of the helicopter. As he was briefed earlier, a long black wooden box was on the moss covered jungle floor, filled with the gear he would need for the "hunt."

How in the hells did he get caught up in this anyways? He thought. "Oh yeah, they payday..." He whispered. The network was offering him top dollar for this pilot episode, and to put on a good show for the cameras. And of course there was the delicious looking woman they had selected to be his opponent. He looked around as he heard the helicopter ascend, and fly off into the distance, its engines fading away to a distant rumble. The terrain itself was, as he expected, a heavy jungle. The clearing that he stood in was little more than, a two hundred feet diameter circle, lined with dense vegetation. He closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths, trying to establish a connection with his surroundings.

The merc let his mind wander. On this terrain, even with her hiking worthy footwear, and those well toned, sumptuous legs, she could likely cover maybe a mile. It was just a question of which direction. He had three days to find her a total of seven times. Each time he found her, he was allowed five minutes to have his way, but then had to let her go, and give her another half hour head start, but not before taking an article of her clothing for his prize. He grinned inwardly, as he traced his finger across the scar that ran from his jawline to his chest, a souvenir from a battle long ago.

His eyes then opened, as his keen nose picked up her scent, or rather the scent of that outfit he had picked out for her. The soldier knelt and opened the footlocker, and started to unload the tranquilizer rifle, net, and ropes he would need, stuffing them into his backpack as he thought of that fateful meeting one week ago...

**********
7 days ago:

Max scowled as he stepped upon the big elevator platform, flanked by a rather flamboyant, effeminately dressed man, speaking in an exaggerated manner. He understood the man, if that was what he identified as, was just doing his job. "My goodness you look absolutely gorgeous..." he lisped, gesturing to the military styled outfit the producers had chosen for him. "...It really shows off all of those powerful, rawr-looking muscles of yours..." Ruby quipped.

The soldier grunted. three ex-wives later, the last thing he wanted to be doing was hunting some girl through the jungle, to make a spectacle of himself for the cameras, as they filmed him tracking, capturing, and eventually fucking her senseless. Still, the money offered was good, not to mention a recurring contract would give him some much needed exposure, possibly opening up more work for his company. He shifted as he felt the hydraulics of the platform start up, slowly rising him upwards towards the ceiling, which was opening up. A dark style rock song started to play as he ascended. Ruby just stood below, giving the soldier a double thumbs up. "Good luck beefcake! Knock em dead!" He hollered, as the music reached its crescendo.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1f2Mpv-osc


Anything to look good for the cameras. The area above him was then flooded with smoke, to give him a more mysterious look. He rose up out of the fog into the studio like a hungry, ravenous wrath, savoring the kill about to come. Only to be almost blinded by a spotlight shone directly upon his face. Thank goodness he had remembered to wear his shades, as Ruby suggested.
He walked slowly forwards, matching his steps to the beat of the music, while turning to look at the cheering crowd to his left. He turned his head back to the desk that he walked towards, only to stop dead in his tracks. This was the first time he had actually seen her in the flesh, and she was absolutely stunning.

Her long spandex gloves and boots hugged her well toned limbs like a second skin, accentuating the black rubber micro-bikini in a way that most A-List porn-starlets would envy.
The thin slivers of latex barely covered her delicates, with her areolae peeking out from around the two tiny triangles that struggled to contain her generous bust. If that wasnt enough, the thin teardrop shape of her G String likewise allowed a peek at her finely trimmed pubic hair, a tiny, tasteful square situated just above her womanhood. Something to run his fingers through later.

If he had been embarassed by the situation before, he was more or less thrilled about it now. He ignored the host for the first moment, and as the song ended, he knelt before the beautiful, barely clad prey, and took one of her gloved hands, bringing it to his mouth. As the speakers fell silent, he took off his shades, and looked deeply into her eyes. "Hello pretty girl..." He murmured softly. "I am Max, and I am very much looking forward to making you scream later..." saying it with a decidedly acidic edge. He kissed her hand like a proper, if a little twisted, gentleman, just before standing, and taking his seat...

 

[meomeo]

Hailey worked up a decent sweat. Since drinking from the brook she maintained a gentle trot for a half hour - uphill too, figuring it would be smart to get a lay of the island higher up. The suffocating heat and fatigue begged her to stop. But the girl powered on, spurred by her competitiveness and adrenaline coursing through her veins... until her right foot tripped on a thick vein of undergrowth, causing Hailey to stumble face first into a jagged boulder... if not for her quick reactions. Her outstretched palms absorbed the brunt of the impact.

"OW!" Hailey cried, massaging her wrists. Luckily her spandex gloves (running all the way up to her armpits) protected her from any cuts and bruises. For once she is grateful for this piece of ridiculous gear.

As she dusted herself off and looked up, Hailey found fate had threw up a nice surprise. She had stumbled upon a ledge by the hillside (would have missed it if I rushed past), and beyond some branches a steep descent. Squinting from the sunlight, Hailey took in the panoramic vista - the lush jungle, a stretch of beach further off, and in the horizon a line between sea and sky. The ocean shimmered under the late morning sun. It is a view to die for.

Hailey sat her bare behind on the boulder. "I could take a break here. Five minutes maybe. Don't think Marcus is on my trail, at least not yet." she panted. The show producer Ruby had requested her to verbalize her thoughts, for the audience's benefit. Hailey ran with it - nevermind it's silly to talk to herself.

That's reality TV, I guess. How the hell did I end up on this show?

*​

I am a part-time fitness instructor, also working towards my sports science degree. I’m an outdoors kinda gal – on the weekends I love to go mountain-climbing, camping, fishing sometimes. I also run track on my school varsity team…​

Word-for-word, Hailey's introduction was authored by Ruby. To show her as an athletic college co-ed with healthy hobbies. She isn't spouting any lies - just that it would be far more accurate three or so years ago. Wasn't I something back then? 22 year-old Hailey was a poster child for the dream all-American girl-next-door. Her hair a hue of honey-gold styled in a shoulder-length bob cut, perfectly complimenting her sunkissed light caramel skin tone. Her eyes, the color of roasted almonds and saucer-big in relation to her face, gave her a resting kittenish look. Athletic, jovial, sexy when she's in the mood. That's not to mention the Excalibur in her heart-breaking arsenal: her toothpaste-commercial smile, cute and dimpled, which she flashed generously.

Hailey must be having it too well - the universe threw her ex-boyfriend into her path. South Beach insta-rich, the kind to pour a grand's worth of champagne on bikini-clad Hailey then share the video on Instagram. One bad decision came after another: Hailey deferred her degree, uprooted to Miami, had a bitter fall-out with family... and that's just the beginning. Genetics had blessed her with a well-proportioned natural bust - he paid for an 'upgrade' to pornstar-worthy G cups with her 25'' waist. Piercings - eyebrow first, then both her nipples. Finally down there as well. Before she knew it Hailey looked like a bimbo and started to hate standing before a mirror. In the end, when the FBI raided his condo and read him his rights - Hailey counted her blessing.

She re-enrolled. Started to eat healthy and exercise again. Got a decent following on social media with clips of her workouts. Then came a DM from this guy called Ruby, dangling a figure that could set her up for years... with a hefty bonus if she 'wins'.

**7 days ago**​

As if her stage-fright and embarrassment wasn't enough, Marcus' over-the-top entrance made Hailey's world spin. The loud ominous music rocked her couch - or maybe she's the one quaking. He reminded her of a WWE heel - shades, bulging muscles and all - and for a brief moment she finds it somewhat comical. Perhaps like pro wrestling this is all gonna be scripted? Then he came over and knelt. He is big. Hailey is no small girl at a spry 5'6''. Yet he looked twice her size... might as well be a different breed of human. His first words are to threaten her. On TV. The look in his eyes tell Hailey he very much means it. Hailey fought off her base compulsion to run, as if the hunt is already afoot.

"Only if you catch me!" retorted Hailey with a playful grin. Her only out is levity... but she could barely suppress the slight shakiness in her voice. She withdrew her hand. It felt cold and clammy. Almost by instinct she scooched a half-inch away, to make space for him on the couch.

The next section of the preshow was hazy in Hailey's memory. All she remembered was the hunk of masculine power sitting next to her, sizing her up. The host spoke, and the crowd remained riotous as if collectively high on drugs.

"... and there's the rules! Hailey here has seven lives. One article of clothing for each. Now why don't you stand up for us, Hailey?"

She did. The show producers did a thing where they dimmed the other parts of the stage and shone a spotlight right above her head. The word self-conscious doesn't even begin to describe what Hailey felt. Her mind strung out on nervous energy, every muscle of hers twisted in knots. Hailey is vaguely aware of her itsy-bitsy bikini bottom shifted during her sit-down. She couldn't tell from the crowd's reaction - which of course was ecstatic anyways. She couldn't check either. Even though she has came to grips with it, it still stings: Hailey hasn't been able to see her own legs standing up, since the boob job.

"... her gloves, the pair, not each one. Two, her boots, the pair as well. Then I suppose the choker, and the top and bottom of her bikini. By my count that's five. Now unless this hottie standing here has robbed my ability to do math... which is very much in play I'm 'bout to have a heart attack here!... that's two missing. I understand Marcus has a twist on what an article of clothing is. Marcus, why don't you tell - or better yet show - the audience what your other two trophy are?"

Hailey knew this was on the program... but nevertheless froze in spotlight. Readying herself to be touched by this beast of a man... as if she ever could.

 

[Pazzo]

Tracking her through the Jungle itself had been the easy part, as her outfit was specifically made to react with her body chemistry, working as a sort of cleansing agent. No matter how much she sweat, or how hot she got from exertion, body odor or filth would never be an issue. It likewise gave her a seductive fragrance akin to what one might find for women in a high end department store. Her boots likewise left unmistakable tracks through the mud and dirt, which his enhanced visor could easily pick up.

Max just sat on a large rock under a massive foliage plant, casting a generous shadow over him, keeping him hidden from the sexy woman who decided to refresh herself at the waterfall. The hard part was restraining himself from rushing at her as he watched. The harder part was concealed in his BDU style pants, making them pitch a rather impressive tent right around his groin.
His eyes traced over her gorgeous, plump, bare ass, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into her succulent flesh as she squirmed, whimpered, and pleaded.
Five minuted would not be enough. His lips turned into a savage grin, as he came up with an idea to make this little contest that much more interesting. Her boots did have that delicious little addition that he could trigger at will. He pressed the glowing red button on his rifle, making the seven inch heels spring out from her boots, turning them into something more akin to what a stripper might wear up on a light flooded stage.

*******
7 Days ago
Deep inside, the true alpha male in Max hated this damnable stage. He could see the woman's uncomfortable reactions to being so scantily clad in front of a huge audience, despite all of the positive attention she was getting. However, other parts of Max, namely the animal side, found this all highly arousing. He could see more than a few of the women in the audience gazing at him with dreamy eyes, all the while casting jealous glances at the gorgeous blonde sitting next to him.

The script itself called for him to start to grope and fondle her, pulling her top and g string to the side, and show everyone what these secret articles of clothing were. His eyes narrowed as his own thoughts conflicted with things as they were. True enough he wanted to tease and tantalize her to the point of insanity, making her beg for more, just, not like this?

Max thought quickly, what could be done so everyone would be a little happier? And then, just like that, a plan formed in his mind. Using his muscular arms, he picked up her tone, lithe body by her hips. He gasped a little, feeling her body heat tingle his palms. He then sat her on his lap, facing the audience. He pressed his lips to the back of her neck, murmuring softly, sensually sliding one hand up her toned abs, and under the thin, flimsy triangles of black rubber that barely covered her stiffened teats. He squeezed each of her breasts firmly, feeling their heft and wondered how they managed to defy gravity all on their own. He deftly moved from one to the other, and such was his skill that her bikini never slipped off.

He gently tweaked and lightly tugged on each of her piercings, but not letting the audience see them. His other hand slid downwards, to slide under the front of her G string, as her parted thighs straddled his own. He could feel her hot, sensitive bundle of nerves down there throbbing away, heating her other piercing nestled just above her clitoral hood. "I cant wait to take care of these out in the field, you beautifully hot creature." He murmured low and deep, just loud enough for her to hear, but no one else.
And with that, he gripped her jaw gently but firmly, turning her lovely face to his, to plant his lips upon hers.

It was gentle and sensual at first, tasting heavy of cinnamon from the mouthwash that the former soldier preferred. His tongue went forth slowly, gently probing and caressing the more sensitive parts of her inner mouth. The kiss then took on a more savage nature, as his teeth sank into her bottom lip, tugging on it. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make her nerve endings sing.
He then smiled to the audience, and then to the host. "My apologies, but everyone will just have to tune in and watch to see for themselves."

It was a win win situation. The girl didnt have all of her naughty bits exposed too early, but she was teased a little, hopefully arousing her, giving her a slight want to actually be caught. Not to mention the executives would love that, as it virtually guaranteed more viewers and ratings...

 

[meomeo]

7 days ago - preshow​

Hailey is a kitty on a hot tin roof - so caught off-guard by the sudden off-script segment she couldn't react. Until the production director called out. They are cutting to commercials, or showing a pre-recorded clip, whatever. Thankful for the interruption, Hailey scrambled and scooted back to her seat.

Production team and make-up people swarmed on stage.

The scene swam before her eyes. Hailey felt breathless from the ordeal, her lips numb, her pierced bodyparts tingled with erotic pulses, his brazen touches seemed to have seared into her flesh. The deep timbre of voice echoed inside her head.

"Hey, you're not supposed to do that!!" Hailey uttered indignantly, glaring first at Max, then at 'Ruby' who had showed up. Although, on later viewings, Hailey's face appeared less a glare, more a hapless, slack-jawed glazed look. Sure, the original program called for Hailey being exposed on stage - but somehow this was more humiliating. The way he overpowered her, being sat on his lap like some little girl, his tongue thrusting possessively down her throat. Supposedly he'd only earn the right after a capture on the island, not now! Besides, in her frenzy, Hailey had no way of knowing for sure if he had exposed her to the cameras or not.

The big thing that struck Hailey was how overpoweringly strong Max was. As a part-time fitness coach Hailey is no frail pushover. But once Max got his paws on her, there was nothing she could do. It's like being firmly gripped by a vice, his muscles are granite hard! He manhandled her in every sense of the word. To Hailey Max might as well be twice her size. She remembered glimpsing his forearms and her thighs side-by-side - they are like the same thickness. It left her feeling small and helpless. Like nothing she wants matters - it's all him. It was so humbling.

Ruby spoke up first. "Great job Max!" he didn't even look at Hailey. "Listen to them, they love it." he gestured to the audience. "I'll bet the clip is going viral as we speak!"

It's true. It is hard to make out every word the audience is yelling, but Hailey could pick out sentences here and there. "Again!" "Back on his lap girly, where you belong!" "She wants it bad, look at 'er!" "Strip her, strip her, strip her..."

Then it struck Hailey, that is a sneak preview of what's going to happen on the island, seven times over. These people will be cheering in front of their TVs. They want Max to have his way and Hailey to lose. They will accept no other outcome.

***

On the island​

Her attention is grabbed by a webcam protruding from a tree trunk. It was the showrunners' prompt for Hailey to do a 'talking head' segment - where she is to speak to the camera directly for a bit. She'll only have to speak for 30 seconds, so it doesn't interfere with her flight. Despite everything they do maintain some facade of fairness...

Hailey leaned one hand on the tree. It has been another 10 minutes of brisk hiking uphill. She is slightly out of breath, her voice came out husky and breathy.

"Hey guys, Hailey here, checking in! What should I talk about? How 'bout the island? It blew my mind, so gorgeous. Like, the view I saw ten minutes ago, it's to die for. An absolute paradise... except for the part of being hunted I s'pose!" She allowed herself to chuckle. "It's tropical, so hot and humid as expected. Although, it's funny, I know it's hot but I don't feel it? I am not sweating much for some reason." She gestured to her skimpy outfit. "This looks stuffy but actually isn't. I don't think it's made of latex. This may sound weird, you guys can't smell it from your TVs... but I think it's like... giving off a scent to cover my BO? I'd say it's an earthy, musky, very girl perfume? The type you wear to dates and not the office."

"Speaking of my getup... I gotta say, it's really, really distracting! I had a hunch coming in, but not this bad! Everything's so small and teensy, I keep thinking my girly parts are gonna pop out. I feel so..." Hailey searched for her words, "... self-conscious I guess? Very aware of my body, all the time. To wear this, and know you guys are watching back home. And Max could be watching... thought on that note, I don't think he's on my trail yet. Still got my seven lives!"

Hailey gave the camera a thumbs up. Although that last part is a bit of a lie to be honest. She hasn't seen or heard Max, sure. But over the last ten minutes, her female intuition more than once told her - she is being watched. Hailey would snap look over her shoulder, half-expecting Max to be right there.

"Anyways, I'm gonna keep moving. Talk to you all... AHHHH!"

The ground toppled beneath Hailey! The top-heavy girl hurtled forwards... again breaking her fall with her padded gloves.

When she regained her bearings, her heart sank at the sight of her boots! They have magically grown long, slender heels! They are ridiculously tall - such a male-pandering type of footwear. She may have worn something like these, once, during her wild Miami days. It's a nightmare to stand on, let alone walk in this rough terrain!

She is distraught. Ambling to her feet, and turning to the camera, Hailey pouted, "You guys seeing this? I... can't. They can do this?!"

**​

Hailey had no choice but to soldier on. But she is now slowed to a snail's pace.

It is every bit as difficult to walk in as she imagined. Keeping her balance is a challenge - her back must be rigidly straight, her calves and hamstrings stretched taut, and her butt tightened for every single small step she takes.

It is exhausting. Within a short while, a crazy idea formed in Hailey's mind. Perhaps... she could give up her first 'life', and beg Max to remove these boots first? Every life counts... but this is too much!

 

[Pazzo]

Max couldn't help but grin a little as he listened to everyone hoop, hollered, and cheered. He felt his own pulse quicken, as he erotically groped the beyond hot, toned, barely clad body of the fitness instructor. He could feel her reactions, feeling the warmth of her flesh upon his hands, taking not of each whimper, each tense of a muscle that forced more of her body into his hands. She then quickly started to protest, as her knew she would. All for the cameras, and building more tension. For a moment, he wondered if this would hurt his brand as an honorable, professional soldier. That moment was quickly dashed when his fingers we bathed in her nectar.

He took in a deep breath, as she scooted off of his lap, her firm, bare ass cheeks nudging and pressing into his massive erection. The production manager stomped up towards him, with a darkening glare. Max stood up to his full height, easily two feet taller, and almost two hundred pounds heavier than the gangling bald man. Max just held his gaze, spread his feet shoulder width apart on the ground, and crossed his arms behind his back. The production manager's steps faltered a little, but to the smaller man's credit, he did hold his ground, and kept advancing. "What in the hell was that?" He roared out at the merc, standing on his tiptoes, trying to match height with Max.

Ruby immediately chimed in with his charming, if effeminate DJ styled voice. "That, my dear Oswold, that is the sound of our ratings skyrocketing..." He gushed...

***

On this island.

Max felt his pulse quicken as he watched his prey teeter along, the sky high, elegant heels making her sumptuous ass and hips sway in a more exaggerated manner, showcasing all of the work the woman had been doing in her gym. Adult film stars were likely staring at her with envy right now, wishing they could be in her place. Hailey would be getting paid more for one episode being chased through the woods for a day, than most of them made in a month.With trained efficiency and practiced ease, the merc followed her as she tried to walk. He licked his lips, watching, waiting, feeling his own erection harden enough to make the seams in his pants groan.

He kept to the bushes, creeping along, his own bulging muscles making his limbs move this way and that, like a hungry lion about to pounce. Then, his eyes lit up as he saw a large, unique rock formation just ahead of where she was hobbling. It was beautiful in its own right, a weathered column of granite jutting up out of the soil, with a leveled edge about knee height, with a reclining area just behind it. It almost looked like a crude, if savage, regal throne.

"Perfect." He whispered to himself as he advanced silently upon the hapless, latex clad prey. Like a shadow, he was upon her, one of his powerful hands locked around her gloved forearm like a vise. Not enough to hurt, but with enough force that she knew damn well she wasn't going anywhere.

A blaring alarm klaxon went off, along with flashing lights, and pyrotechnic effects. High overhead, mortar styled fireworks went off, forming the number "1" in perfectly arranged golden and red sparks.

"Alright, my lovely prey." Max whispered into her ear, as his grizzled lips and face caressed her supple neck. "I believe you know the rules." He murmured, as he pulled her along, and gestured to the natural, throne like rock formation. "I want you, to sit your delicious glutes there, and lay back upon that. Spread those sexy booted legs, with your heels up in the air for everyone to see, and admire." He whispered. "Then, use those sexy gloved fingers to move your G string to the side, but keeping it on. Reveal that first extra article you are wearing for the viewers, and then offer yourself to me." He finished hungrily.

 

[meomeo]

Hailey thought fear doesn’t mesh with arousal - they are polar opposites after all. Turns out, a mix of the two is intoxicating.

Fear bloomed in Hailey’s chest like a balloon about to burst. Soon after her monologue, Hailey has no more doubt Max is right on her tail. His unseen presence looms menacingly over her senses. Out here in the wilderness, every little sound is magnified - a rustling of leaves to her left, snap of a branch to her right, a scattering of rocks right behind her… or was that Max’s footfall? Temperatures seem to have risen, a masculine scent lingers in the air. It is nerve-wracking to the extreme. Hailey stumbles and totters through the foliage in frantic flight.

Yet, fear begets a rush of adrenaline… and something else. Hailey scrambled, a delicious little prey by her own reckoning, while in her wake a burly predator stalks her. Intent to capture, overpower, then mate her. Thrilling at a primal, animalistic level. It leaves Hailey giddy and light-headed.

Conflicting instincts to flee or submit made her head swim. Hailey rounded a bend, briefly taking in an odd-looking rock formation. Her tall heels caused her to stumble again. And as she braced and recovered against a boulder… in her periphery vision a shadow darted, heavy footsteps advanced upon her. Fear rose like a lump to her throat… making her jumped as the vice-like grasp gripped her arm.

Hailey has been caught. Perversely, it’s almost comes as a relief.

***​

Hailey jerked away from Max’s grip as he growled his instructions. “Did you do this? It’s not fair!” The girl pouted, pointing at her ‘new’ stiletto boots. There is a silver lining to those heels - it gave Hailey a couple extra inches, so the top of her head now grazes Max’s chin. It’s not much… but it’s something. She is still tiny compared to this hulk of a man.

Whatever his comeback is, Hailey knew she has no choice but to comply with his instructions. Panting, Hailey totters over to the rock formation, now hyper-aware of the numerous cameras zooming in on her body… on her jiggling tits and taut little butt. Hailey is also aware of her scent… or her outfit’s scent. Seems the more sweat it absorbed, the more potent the pheromone-like scent is secretes.

She felt like a walking invitation to be bred.

Getting to sit down comes as a relief, but to assume the slutty pose made Hailey embarrassed and self-aware. Her calves quivered as they were raised to the sky, so too her fingers as they inched towards the gap of her parted legs. And as Hailey gingerly shifted her G-string to one side… irony dawned on Hailey as she herself couldn’t see the reveal, her massive boobs blocking her view. While the cameras and Max is treated to her womanhood with a fine line of trimmed hair, and between her lips a silver ring glistened deliciously under the afternoon sun. Her cheeks burned.

Hailey could hear the exploding fireworks as Max came into view between her legs, the tent in his pants so very prominent. Hailey gulped. With the spotless blue sky above, the lush surrounding greenery, and fireworks in the distance… this is going to be the most gorgeous setting Hailey has ever been fucked in… or so she hoped.

 

[Pazzo]

The master control room looked more or less like one would expect. Several desks with even more flat panel monitors scattered about, each one displaying what each unique camera was seeing. Every single one of them displaying the absolutely decadent blonde woman, scantily clad, with her booted legs up in the air, spread wide, revealing her holiest of holies.

Paid subscribers were able to shift through them all, choosing whatever angle they preferred, while the VIP tier was able to select the body cam that was embedded in the tight fitting black A shirt at Max's chest, which zoomed in upon her delicately groomed mound. Max felt his pulse racing, seeing the goddess level woman at his mercy, literally begging to be taken. Her scent was far more intoxicating than $550.00 and ounce whisky, and even more so addictive than the finest cocaine.

"Damn..." Ruby whispered. Even though his sexual orientation usually made him aroused at the sight of a highly attractive man, Hailey was arguably hot enough to make him temporarily bisexual. The other men in the room likewise sat in their chairs, completely speechless, as the cameras made love to her A List pornstarlet quality body.
Max clenched his teeth. Even the career mercenary was taken aback by what was so freely offered to him. Still, he had a job to do. Taking her latex clad thighs in his hands, he squeezed them tightly, spreading the apart, as he hungrily kissed and licked the small patches of skin not covered by her thigh high boots. His eyes held her gaze, looking up at her between her generous cleavage, as he used his thumbs to open her up just a little more.

Using a pointed tongue, he casually explore the immaculately waxed crack of her delicious ass. Her puckered skin tightened a little as he explored her, tasking of her clean musk. He licked a lewd trail up her partition, parting her folds wetly, lingering just a little at her entrance, before bringing the flat blade of his tongue over her quivering, pieced bundle of nerves.

"As if you couldn't be any more delicious..." He murmured low and deep, as two fingers gently came up to grasp the sexy little piercing set into her protective hood. With one hand, he released it, and gently worked it free as he licked at her entrance.

One could almost hear a pin drop in the control room, as an audible gasp came from the cute office girl in the master control room, squeezing her knees together in some futile effort to stem the flow of her own neediness. She simply adjusted her glasses, and hobbled away to the bathroom.

With his other hand, max produced another stud piercing, this one much more polished and shiny, set with a glistening, fiery stone that matched Haliey's beautiful eyes. Within moments, it was slid through her piercing, and locked into place. It them promptly disappeared into the soldier's mouth, where he gently held her flesh in his teeth. Two of his muscular fingers gently slipped their way into her sodden depths, and curled around upwards. The pads of his fingers then pressed firmly up and into that little rough spot just behind her pubic bone.

As if this was not enough, the merc started to hum mercilessly, sending savage vibrations straight to her shuddering, helpless clitoris.

 

[meomeo]

Hapless trepidation crests inside Hailey's chest as Max's head disappear between her legs, haplessly at the mercy of the show's rules. For the next foreseeable moments, Hailey must submit to Max, the master of her fate. Helplessness washed over her, left with nothing to do except to pull her own thighs apart exactly as Max has demanded. It is the most tawdry pose - not helped by the fact that her view is obstructed by her own heaving tits, while ironically the whole world feasts their lustful gaze..

His tongue on her sensitive inner thighs caused Hailey to squeal in equal delight and surprise. She instinctively arched her back, raising her hips off the rock, as if offering herself up even more.

Max's breath felt hot and wet on her sex. Each of his touch sent a mind-numbing buzz curling up her spine. Each of them drawing out anguished, girly replies from Hailey.

Through her ecstatic daze, Hailey became aware Max is removing her clit ring. Sensing another pull on her over-stimulated nub, it dawned on Hailey he is removing it! Alarmed, and exhibiting a shred of her remaining sanity, Hailey pleaded breathlessly- "No, the boots, the boots first!"

But he does not oblige. Desperation consumes Hailey. This is so demeaning! Being toyed with, not knowing what on earth he is doing to her holiest of holies. She gritted her teeth, vaguely aware he seemed to have replaced her ring down there. A moment of confusion struck Hailey... before he started to hum with a steady rhythm. Now that drove her mad! Pulse after pulse of arousal surged up her core, decimating her last shreds of sanity.

Max had transformed Hailey into a kitty on a hot tin roof for the the world to enjoy.

On the other side of the planet, Hailey's ex-boyfriend watches wearing an ankle bracelet and awaiting his trial. Envy raged inside him - him confined to a pathetic little apartment while another man reaps the treasures of his former flame in tropical paradise. But envy and jealousy doesn't blind him to the fact that, throughout the years, he had never seen Hailey as turned on as she is on screen. This guy had managed a feat he failed, to bring Hailey to such nirvana heights, to really sate her. With much loathing, he reaches inside his pants to jerk off to this 10/10 babe he wishes is still his.​

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Elsewhere in the country, a watch party of Hailey's girlfriends glued their eyes to the TV in uneasy silence, watching their friend brought to the cusp of climax. Not the kind of show one usually enjoys with company... but they guessed (wrongly) the steamy parts wouldn't kick in quite so soon. And as such, there is no shortage of curled toes, bitten lower lips, and quivering thighs in audience as the show unfolds.​

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The cute intern at the network stifles a groan as she brings about her own release atop the toilet seat, panties bunch about her knees. Her heart leaping out of her mouth as the bathroom door BANGED open, clumsy heels click-clacking on the tiles. "FUCK!" pants a throaty voice the intern recognized as belonging to one of the higher-up execs. It seems the livefeed has driven another to hastily seek privacy!​

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And across the worlds, at that moment, thousands are transfixed by the show, hoping they could be in Max's and Hailey's boots instead.

 

[Pazzo]

Max did not let up in his ministrations, inhaling deeply of her womanly scents, licking her exposed, burning hot nub with extreme care. His other muscular hand gripping her generous, firm rear, sinking his fingers into her flesh. Gripping her tightly back there, her pulled them open, making her spread her sexy, porn starlet level legs even wider. Her spiked heeled boots up in the air wobbling for all to see.

His fingers inside of her drew out patterns upon her G-Spot, pressing up into it with each swipe. Max was a veteran of many women, and knew exactly where all of her nerve endings where, how to touch them, and when to do it for maximum effect.
His tongue went to work upon her sensitive, throbbing clit, licking circles around it with alternating licks up each side, stimulating her folds, with periodic bits and tugs upon the new piercing. And just like that, her new adornment activated, and started to buzz rhythmically against her flesh. It's tiny power core able to recharge itself from only her body heat, and her movements, making for a never ending torment that could spring into action at any time max wished.

His fingers continued to work, as his thumb came up to mercilessly swipe her lit left to right, as he looked into her eyes. His lips glistened with her nectar, as he asked her. "I want you to make a decision." He murmured, watching her reactions, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of her. "I can leave the heels extended for the next round, "Or perhaps I can leave this little monster here activated, vibrating away as you try to run." He then grinned evilly. "There is of course a third option. I can let you cum, but then you would have to run away on spiked heels AS your new piercing continue to buzz away."


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Meredith swore inwardly as she frantically entered the toilet stall. Even at over fifty years of age, she could easily be considered a highly attractive woman what with her athletically toned body, and large, bolted on breasts that completely defied gravity. Her well manicured hands lifted up her skirt, as she quickly lowered her generous, sexy ass upon the pristine toilet seat. One hand started to slide its way down into her sodden lace panties, working furiously as she held her mobile device in her other hand.

Her wet lips parted as she clenched her teeth, watching as max took what was his. It seemed he wasn't a total asshole after all, licking a woman between her legs, as a good boy should. She sucked in a breath as her fingers pulled open her blouse, allowing her gorgeous mammaries out to play, caressing them fitfully as her fingers on her other hand wriggle their way inside of her wetted womanhood.
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In the master control room, several more gasps were heard, as they watched the counter die down to the last few seconds. Max was a cruel bastard, as they noticed she had been close to cumming more than once, yet the soldier knew exactly when to draw back.
Then he spoke to her in those words, offering her a choice. The producer wanted to fume a little, until he saw the approval ratings skyrocket. The erotic tension so thick in the air one could almost choke on it.
"Goddamn…" Ruby murmured. "He hasn't even fucked her yet, and her vitals are already this high?" He glanced at her biometrics, and then again up to his screens, biting his lower lip, as most everyone watching did, wondering what choice she would make.

 

[meomeo]

3 days ago
southern Pactific, 30,000 feet above sea level​

Hailey’s plan to get some shut-eye on the flight proved to be a bridge too far. It’s not a big ask - this being the network’s chartered private plane. But there is no peace of mind to be had - the camera crew is snapping away from time to time, stocking up on footage for the ‘Making Of’. And across the aisle, Meredith, one of the few women involved with the show as the network’s Public Relations exec, is fielding calls with increasing vein-popping agitation…

“Well, shout it from the rooftops: our show got a freaking Senator all worked up. Remember - all publicity is good publicity. Have legal draft a response. Stress everyone involved is a consenting adult and no one’s taken advantage of… especially Hailey.”

The tired-looking woman met Hailey’s eyes, giving her a wink and thumbs up. She knew Meredith is putting on a brave face.

Hailey does not envy Meredith. The moment pre-show credits rolled, a media firestorm followed. Hailey had (quite wisely one might say!) cut herself off from social media. Nevertheless, news trickled to her. Clips - especially Max hoisting her onto his lap - are trending across every platform. Her agent hinted at post-show offers pouring in - commercials, cameos in raunchy comedies, porn. On the flip side, feminist groups are picketing in front of the network’s office. According to some people, Hailey had single-handedly set back female emancipation by centuries. Meredith has to deal with all of that.

Realizing sleep won’t come naturally, Hailey decided on another tactic. She opened a binder - she is supposed to read up on the island’s ‘rules’ anyways. See, apart from the headline-grabbing rules of the ‘hunt’, there are other do’s and dont’s to ensure the show runs smooth. Her almond-colored eyes scanned the pages, feeling her eyelids getting heavier, words blurring… before a particular line brought a chuckle and snicker from the busty blonde.

“What’s up.” enquired Carmen, who sat next to Hailey on the plane. Another one of the women working behind the scenes, Carmen is the temp ‘do-it-all’ office girl, and the closest thing to an assistant to Hailey.

“It says here - female contestant not allowed to masturbate on the island. Like, what? I’ll be tryin’ my hardest to outsmart and evade Max… but hey, time out, let me quickly finger and get myself off?” Hailey sneered sarcastically.

“Oh, I was in the meeting when they came up with that,” Carmen’s recollection causing her cheeks to redden, “So in one of the scenarios, Max would… edge you after a capture?” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “You know, leaving you all hot and bothered, but not, you know, giving you release. Eventually, after a few captures, they think instead of running from him, you’d be crawling - their words - to him begging for release. And I guess, allowing you to… diddle yourself off would defeat the whole purpose…”

Hailey remembered herself scoffing at Carmen. ‘As if.”

***
Present
On the island​

Hailey slumped onto her round padded ass, her back against a tree. Heavy tits heaved as she caught her breath.

It’s time for another ‘Talking Head’ segment. Though, between her ragged breathing, quaking knees, and the feeling of being aflame… Hailey found it difficult to string complete sentences together.

“I got caught. Six lives left.” Her eyes are unfocused and glazed over. Her cheeks red like an apple.

“You guys saw. He ate me out. Think he replaced my clit ring with a vibrator. It’s running, non-stop. No off switch. Driving me fucking crazy.” Hailey’s narration laced with desperation.

“I’m dying to give you guys a little show. You’d like that, won’t y’all?” Her hand crept towards her crotch, surreptitiously, as if reaching for forbidden fruit. (If the VIP viewers zoomed in, they could almost spot the fabric of her panties moving from the humming stone beneath!)

“But I can’t. They said I can’t.” Frustration in her voice. She recalled her exchange with Carmen on the plane ride. Karma for her over-confidence.

She can be seen clasping her nubile thighs together, her toes (now exposed) curling into the ground, front teeth biting down on lower lip. These require no narration - just a girl in extreme heat. The whole scene is proof of Max’s skill.

“At least those damn boots are off. Saw a pond from my helicopter ride in. Gonna try find it. Hope the water’s cold enough. Okay, think my headstart’s over. Gotta move.”

With that, Hailey ambled to her feet. Even with those heels off, her legs don’t feel like her own. But she forced herself to run.

**
10 minutes ago​

Even in nirvana, her mind a pink mush, Hailey had the presence of mind to not choose to cum, as inviting as that sounded. Wearing the double whammy of the heeled boots and vibrator would lead to a quick game over, no doubt.

I am still in this to win.

“The boots!” Implored Hailey, wiggling her stems in the air.

 

[Pazzo]

A few hours ago, 15,000 feet over the South Pacific.

Max cracked his muscular neck to the side, grunting a little as he felt the rush of endorphins coming from it. A simple, petty pleasure, but one he was thankful for nonetheless. He had gotten little sleep, what with all the fantasizing about what he was going to to to that hot young blonde once he caught her. She was in amazing shape to be sure, and would likely be highly agile. He then grinned as he thought of the outfit he had chosen for her. Sexy thigh high boots with retractable heels on them. That would slow her down.

As he tried to doze, that damned announcer kept hemming and hawing into his mobile drone camera, shouting out to all of the ladies watching on how just a big, dreamy hunk of man Max was. A lesser man might be annoyed or even made to be uncomfortable from it. The soldier couldn't have cared less. If anything he just took it as a compliment, as the infamous DJ likely had a crowd of people fawning over him at any given moment. Regardless, he closed his eyes as he listened to the steady thrumming of the Helicopter's engine.

*****

Max felt a momentary pang of disappointment, as he had hoped the heels and boots would be the last thing removed. The thought of sexy Haley running around in nothing but the boots themselves, her statuesque porntaculous body bouncing as she teetered around seemed erotic, and hot in the extreme. It was his own damn fault, having gotten excited and lost in the moment.

He inwardly swore, as he withdrew his fingers from her sodden core. He traced them upon her full, kissable lips, before sliding his glistening fingers into her mouth. "Very well." He murmured, as he used his other hand to release the locking mechanisms on her ankles, and slid the boots off her her shapely legs. The neoprene stretchy spandex stockings however, stayed behind upon her well toned legs and thighs, leaving the balls of her feet, and her heels completely bare. They were likely drenched in sweat at this point, and she would feel an intensified cooling sensation as the breeze flowed over her stockings. They would then go to work, reacting with and refining the ammonia and other chemicals in her sweat into other, better smelling compounds.

A small drone craft appeared from the forest canopy high above, its tiny rotors spinning away as it hovered patiently. As was part of the game, Max laid each of Haliey's boots into the drone craft, which promptly carried them away. Max then brought his other hand to his prey's neck, and held her there firmly, as he made her lick and suckle his fingers clean of her nectar.

He then withdrew his fingers from her mouth, and kissed her once, knowing full well that denied orgasm might have been too high of a price to pay. "Keep those toes and heels safe dear. I want to kiss them later, after I win this thing, and you." He murmured. He then stood up according to the game rules, and started to count, as he covered his eyes. A facsimile of the "Hide and seek" game enjoyed by children all around the world.

Sixty was the number. She was given a one minute head start. Projectors all over the area displayed each number Max counted, and a large booming could be heard as each was called out.

*****

"I don't care what in the hell the accountants are telling you! I WANT THOSE DAMN BOOTS!" Senator Smith bellowed into his phone, as he watched the television with rapt awe. His suite was lavish and opulent, as the three expensive hookers around him were all made to wear short blonde wigs, and neoprene black outfits. It wasn't enough though. The senator wanted her. The actual prey that drove his arousal to maddening levels. He looked over to the side monitor that was detailing the supplementary auction for Haliey's boots, the numbers just going higher and higher.