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The Back Story (March 15th, 2015)
It is 2015 and the country has begun it's downfall, the markets have collapsed, laws have been put into effect that take away constitutional rights, and everyone is in a state of panic. The homeless population has grown by 30% and there is a huge gap between what used to be considered the middle class, the lower class and the rich. The Government gets together, huge members and contributors of both political parties, the president, important and higher up members of congress, as well as some of the influential leaders around the world as they begin to discuss what they can do about the collapse and how they can bring back the country. Finally, they realize that if they opened a new market, perhaps a new sport, charged $550.00 per hour for the sport, and kidnap the homeless, they would solve their problems. The homeless would be off the streets and out of the way, the rich would have a new sport and would be entertained for ages to come, and the markets would go back up. They would be able to open new markets and sell new product lines. Sure, it was risky, and they knew there was a chance that no one would like it, but that was a chance they had to take. So they borrowed money to begin what would soon be known as the Hunting grounds.
(March 15th, 2018)
Finally, the completion of the park was finished, the new technology in place by the latest scientists and now it was time to collect the homeless and open it to the public. About, a year ago, this was announced to the public and they loved the idea, but the homeless did not, since then, the poor or lower class has gone into hiding, but it was only a matter of time before they were found. So the government went out with the biggest vehicle that they could find, they tracked down many on the lower class, tranquilized them and brought them back to be prepared. They had collars placed around their necks that could only be opened by specifically numbered keys contained within the lab, and the collars kept them from escaping. There was an invisible fence around the park, that if they crossed the boundaries, it would sent out a sharp signal and a shock to them, enough to capacitate them and for the park officials to come and set them back within the boundaries of the park.
They were naked, with only the collars around their necks and if the Rich captured them, they were theirs to keep as pets, or slaves, or fuck toys. Soon the shops that sold the proper hunting gear as well as shops that sold sex toys and the supplies that new owners would need to train their property when those homeless ones were captured. Soon the park was opened to the public and games began, however, the government officials were hunting for a woman, an homeless gal who was rumored to be gorgeous and would rise a bit more of a price. They wanted her in their park, but she was elusive, however, after months, almost a year of hunting, they tracked her down and took her to the park, but to this day she remains elusive of the hunters, trying to evade them and many try to capture her, but none have succeeded thus far.
(February 18th, 2019)
Jasmina's heart pounded hard and fast in her chest as she ran through the alleys of the street. Her clothes were tattered, and showing off what she had, but she was too panicked to care. She had gone out of hiding once to retrieve supplies for survival and what happens? Yes, you guessed it, the government had tracked her down. Her long, golden locks of hair flew behind her, swaying with each gating step that she took, her eyes the color of steel gray with speckles of blue dotting the edges. She was the color of caramel, light brown and her skin, regardless of her being homeless was smooth and creamy. She had managed to take care of herself, and was curvy, rather than skin and bones like the lower class. It was because she had dared to do what her fellows had not and she had started and up until now had lived a life of robbery, taking what she desired and what kept her so healthy. She stood at 5'7" and weighed about 120 Lbs as she ran along the winding streets. Her lips were full and a dark red, with a natural blush upon her cheeks and a scattering of freckles to accent her eyes. She had D-cup breasts that bounced with each gait that she loped in hopes to escape the horrible fate that awaited her and she had a narrow, tight, trimmed and yet, curvy and wide, waist and behind as well, that connected the other parts of her body in just the right way.
She kept running, the tattered, tan-colored dress hardly covered anything now, her breasts nearly falling from the holes that covered her shoulders and speckled the dress, showing other parts of her body. Her long, narrow legs carried her faster and forward, her toned, slim arms pumping in desperation to escape. She was a runner and could go for at least five miles without tiring, but she was losing strength and energy as she begin to stumble, the men behind her starting to close in. They were dressed in black suits and she looked behind her to see how close they were, only to hear a screech in front of her. She swung her gaze back to see a black van blocking her only escape and she ran full force into the side of it, unable to stop with her momentum. A low moan left her, a crack or two was heard as she crumpled to the ground, unconscious, blood oozing from the side of her face and a few ribs cracked. She had been damaged, but it was nothing that modern medical technology couldn't cure, and so they loaded her up, bound and gagged her and as she regained consciousness, she found herself strapped to a bed in a center of a hospital room.
She had given quite the struggle, but she was no match and soon they had her like new, a few bandages around her ribcage and a few small ones near her forehead that was easily hidden by her golden locks of hair as they wrapped a collar around her and set her free, taking the tattered dress and tossing it away. Now, she was worth $950 per hour to hunt and try to capture and she was marked with the key number 25, so that if anyone captured her, they could use the key to remove the collar and take her back to their home to be whatever they desired her to be.
Present day (May 1st, 2025)
It had been years since Jasmina was captured and she had made a small home in a den within the park. It had taken months of running and trying to rest in between, and months to create her small haven, but finally, she had finished and that's where she remained, elusive and hidden from the hunters. It was small, and it was well hidden in the several miles that consisted of the park. She had done good for herself, making the green ferns of the forest into something that could cover her intimate areas and creating weapons to hunt the other animals, rabbits, mice, and sometimes deer of the forest and the park to feed herself. She also had made a spear for fish that were within the ponds or lakes of the forest. She had found an alcove, something untouched by the others, but as she had said, it had taken a while to find it and to make it what it was today. She had to dive into a lake, swim through a tunnel made of lava rocks at the bottom of the lake and up, and there was the alcove. It had a small island in the middle of the cave, surround by water and a tree that thrived and grew with grass and small, wild blossoms. She had scavenged and hunted for what seemed like some time, but had finally made a small shelter of vines, wood and ferns with the necessary ferns for a bed, and wood to build a small storage area for her weapons. She had stones and a flint for a fire outside of her shelter and the tools, made by hand to cook a decent meal from her own hunts of the game that she had captured so that she could survive and most of the time she stayed in the cave, except when she needed to hunt for more food.
Today was one of those days, her food stock had gone down and she knew that if she didn't go out to hunt some more, she'd be in trouble. She strapped a small knife made from wood and stone to her thigh with a vine, tugging at the locked collar around her neck as she shuddered at the memory of when she had been incapacitated and dragged back to this hell time and time again because of her foolish attempts to escape. She strapped the bow and quiver of arrows to her back before she dived into the water and swam through the tunnel, powering through it to surface. It was late at night, perhaps 3:00 AM in the morning hours and she doubted that anyone would be hunting at this time, but she had to be prepared. She floated in the water, listening to the sounds, before assuming it was safe to get out of the water as she got out, wringing out her hair and brushing the water from the ferns that covered her body as she begin to walk through the forest.
Something about tonight seemed off and she was nervous, her muscles tensed as she crept through the darkened forest, trying to listen for sounds of movement as she stalked through the forest. She was lucky that the moon and the stars lit her path as she tried to focus on listening for game, but she was just so nervous about tonight and she climbed a nearby tree, scanning the forest and trying to look for any movement within her immediate surroundings.
Note: if you are interested shoot me a pm or post a reply to this thread and I'll move this thread to a forum.
It is 2015 and the country has begun it's downfall, the markets have collapsed, laws have been put into effect that take away constitutional rights, and everyone is in a state of panic. The homeless population has grown by 30% and there is a huge gap between what used to be considered the middle class, the lower class and the rich. The Government gets together, huge members and contributors of both political parties, the president, important and higher up members of congress, as well as some of the influential leaders around the world as they begin to discuss what they can do about the collapse and how they can bring back the country. Finally, they realize that if they opened a new market, perhaps a new sport, charged $550.00 per hour for the sport, and kidnap the homeless, they would solve their problems. The homeless would be off the streets and out of the way, the rich would have a new sport and would be entertained for ages to come, and the markets would go back up. They would be able to open new markets and sell new product lines. Sure, it was risky, and they knew there was a chance that no one would like it, but that was a chance they had to take. So they borrowed money to begin what would soon be known as the Hunting grounds.
(March 15th, 2018)
Finally, the completion of the park was finished, the new technology in place by the latest scientists and now it was time to collect the homeless and open it to the public. About, a year ago, this was announced to the public and they loved the idea, but the homeless did not, since then, the poor or lower class has gone into hiding, but it was only a matter of time before they were found. So the government went out with the biggest vehicle that they could find, they tracked down many on the lower class, tranquilized them and brought them back to be prepared. They had collars placed around their necks that could only be opened by specifically numbered keys contained within the lab, and the collars kept them from escaping. There was an invisible fence around the park, that if they crossed the boundaries, it would sent out a sharp signal and a shock to them, enough to capacitate them and for the park officials to come and set them back within the boundaries of the park.
They were naked, with only the collars around their necks and if the Rich captured them, they were theirs to keep as pets, or slaves, or fuck toys. Soon the shops that sold the proper hunting gear as well as shops that sold sex toys and the supplies that new owners would need to train their property when those homeless ones were captured. Soon the park was opened to the public and games began, however, the government officials were hunting for a woman, an homeless gal who was rumored to be gorgeous and would rise a bit more of a price. They wanted her in their park, but she was elusive, however, after months, almost a year of hunting, they tracked her down and took her to the park, but to this day she remains elusive of the hunters, trying to evade them and many try to capture her, but none have succeeded thus far.
(February 18th, 2019)
Jasmina's heart pounded hard and fast in her chest as she ran through the alleys of the street. Her clothes were tattered, and showing off what she had, but she was too panicked to care. She had gone out of hiding once to retrieve supplies for survival and what happens? Yes, you guessed it, the government had tracked her down. Her long, golden locks of hair flew behind her, swaying with each gating step that she took, her eyes the color of steel gray with speckles of blue dotting the edges. She was the color of caramel, light brown and her skin, regardless of her being homeless was smooth and creamy. She had managed to take care of herself, and was curvy, rather than skin and bones like the lower class. It was because she had dared to do what her fellows had not and she had started and up until now had lived a life of robbery, taking what she desired and what kept her so healthy. She stood at 5'7" and weighed about 120 Lbs as she ran along the winding streets. Her lips were full and a dark red, with a natural blush upon her cheeks and a scattering of freckles to accent her eyes. She had D-cup breasts that bounced with each gait that she loped in hopes to escape the horrible fate that awaited her and she had a narrow, tight, trimmed and yet, curvy and wide, waist and behind as well, that connected the other parts of her body in just the right way.
She kept running, the tattered, tan-colored dress hardly covered anything now, her breasts nearly falling from the holes that covered her shoulders and speckled the dress, showing other parts of her body. Her long, narrow legs carried her faster and forward, her toned, slim arms pumping in desperation to escape. She was a runner and could go for at least five miles without tiring, but she was losing strength and energy as she begin to stumble, the men behind her starting to close in. They were dressed in black suits and she looked behind her to see how close they were, only to hear a screech in front of her. She swung her gaze back to see a black van blocking her only escape and she ran full force into the side of it, unable to stop with her momentum. A low moan left her, a crack or two was heard as she crumpled to the ground, unconscious, blood oozing from the side of her face and a few ribs cracked. She had been damaged, but it was nothing that modern medical technology couldn't cure, and so they loaded her up, bound and gagged her and as she regained consciousness, she found herself strapped to a bed in a center of a hospital room.
She had given quite the struggle, but she was no match and soon they had her like new, a few bandages around her ribcage and a few small ones near her forehead that was easily hidden by her golden locks of hair as they wrapped a collar around her and set her free, taking the tattered dress and tossing it away. Now, she was worth $950 per hour to hunt and try to capture and she was marked with the key number 25, so that if anyone captured her, they could use the key to remove the collar and take her back to their home to be whatever they desired her to be.
Present day (May 1st, 2025)
It had been years since Jasmina was captured and she had made a small home in a den within the park. It had taken months of running and trying to rest in between, and months to create her small haven, but finally, she had finished and that's where she remained, elusive and hidden from the hunters. It was small, and it was well hidden in the several miles that consisted of the park. She had done good for herself, making the green ferns of the forest into something that could cover her intimate areas and creating weapons to hunt the other animals, rabbits, mice, and sometimes deer of the forest and the park to feed herself. She also had made a spear for fish that were within the ponds or lakes of the forest. She had found an alcove, something untouched by the others, but as she had said, it had taken a while to find it and to make it what it was today. She had to dive into a lake, swim through a tunnel made of lava rocks at the bottom of the lake and up, and there was the alcove. It had a small island in the middle of the cave, surround by water and a tree that thrived and grew with grass and small, wild blossoms. She had scavenged and hunted for what seemed like some time, but had finally made a small shelter of vines, wood and ferns with the necessary ferns for a bed, and wood to build a small storage area for her weapons. She had stones and a flint for a fire outside of her shelter and the tools, made by hand to cook a decent meal from her own hunts of the game that she had captured so that she could survive and most of the time she stayed in the cave, except when she needed to hunt for more food.
Today was one of those days, her food stock had gone down and she knew that if she didn't go out to hunt some more, she'd be in trouble. She strapped a small knife made from wood and stone to her thigh with a vine, tugging at the locked collar around her neck as she shuddered at the memory of when she had been incapacitated and dragged back to this hell time and time again because of her foolish attempts to escape. She strapped the bow and quiver of arrows to her back before she dived into the water and swam through the tunnel, powering through it to surface. It was late at night, perhaps 3:00 AM in the morning hours and she doubted that anyone would be hunting at this time, but she had to be prepared. She floated in the water, listening to the sounds, before assuming it was safe to get out of the water as she got out, wringing out her hair and brushing the water from the ferns that covered her body as she begin to walk through the forest.
Something about tonight seemed off and she was nervous, her muscles tensed as she crept through the darkened forest, trying to listen for sounds of movement as she stalked through the forest. She was lucky that the moon and the stars lit her path as she tried to focus on listening for game, but she was just so nervous about tonight and she climbed a nearby tree, scanning the forest and trying to look for any movement within her immediate surroundings.
Note: if you are interested shoot me a pm or post a reply to this thread and I'll move this thread to a forum.
