She crept slowly through the maze, crouched low, she fought the urge to run. But she didn’t know who else was in here with her, only that she was not alone. She heard voices of both men and women, screams of terror, cries of ecstasy, and somewhere nearby she could hear a girl who sounded about her age pleading for mercy. The voice was soon silenced, followed by merciless cackling from three distinct male voices. She was sure now that she didn’t want to run into anyone else. Still, the sounds had their effect on her, and she soon felt a slight dampness between her thighs.

She also realized that she was parched, having only just noticed as she heard the sound of running water away and off to her left. She followed the sound, little registering that this ‘room’ of the maze as she entered had but one entrance, and therefore one exit. In the center was a marble fountain. She ran up to it and knelt greedily swallowing handfuls of water, trying to clear the disorientation and tacky feeling in her mouth from whatever they’d used to drug her before.

She’d barely gotten her second mouthful when she heard footsteps behind her. “Here, kitten.” A low male voice called to her. Springing to her feet, she ran to the far side of the fountain, glancing around it as she ran to see a blonde man engaging her in a footrace, naked and erect as he pursued her. “P-please, leave me alone!”

“Sorry, Kitten. But that’s the rule. Now shush. I promise you’ll enjoy this.” She tried to dart past him, but he grabbed one of her arms and pulled her in close. Crushing her to him he pinned her arms with his own. “You should’ve examined this room a little more closely, pet. Only one way out, and I was closer to it. Perfect trap. And you fell for it. Don’t worry, it’s a very common mistake for prey in here. I’ll let you go after I’m done, so some other virile young hunter can have a chance at you. But first…” The whole time he’d been speaking his hands had been groping her breasts. Now his hand dipped down between her legs, causing her to fight harder. He bit down on the side of her neck, causing her to cry out in pleasure and misery. He laughed as her face colored.

His fingers, three of them, pressed into her folds without any preamble, as his other hand tweaked and pulled at her nipple. “Oh, you like it rough, I see. No wonder they picked you. It’s always the quiet ones,” He said as he pulled the hem of her skirt about her hips. She was whimpering and biting down on her lower lip, trying to fight the soft moans he was forcing from her, as he laid her down, swapping one hand to her throat to keep her in line. “Oh please, I beg you. I won’t tel-” He didn’t let her finish, squeezing deftly at the sides of her throat to discourage further speech, as he slid a fourth finger inside the well of her depths. She cried out miserably, but her hips bucked and arched, pressing into his fingers as he began to move roughly.

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“Oh- Oh Gods, oh p-please!” She was no longer sure what she was begging for, as it felt good, better than anything she’d ever had done to her before. As his fingers curled inside her, at least one brushed along the most sensitive place inside her, causing her to arch her back, and groan deeply. “Like that? Alright,” He chuckled as he brushed it again, sending a flood of desire between her thighs. By this time, her breathing was hitched and labored, and as he withdrew his hands and grabbed her hips she groaned in disappointment despite herself. Humming softly to himself, he tsked and pulled her down to his shaft, impaling her on him in one swift jerk. She shrieked in pleasure and surprise.

“Good. Good. Let them all know you’ve been caught, prey. Scream for your audience. Let them hear how good it feels.” He latched his teeth on the other side of her throat again, the other side this time, as he began to ravage her. She screamed and whined with every thrust and withdrawal of his shaft. “N-n-no no oh Gods… n-no. Oh, it’s too much I can’t.” He laughed viciously and murmured in her ear, “If you can’t handle me with that aphrodisiac in your blood, how will you ever survive if a pack catches up to you?” She remembered the group of voices she’d heard earlier and realized that’s what he must mean. A group of men hunting together. Her face was burning and she tilted her head back, arching and bucking as she surrendered to the man mounting her.

He came a short while later with a gutteral cry, and she was not far behind him. Panting and whimpering, she shuddered as an aftershock rocked through her. When he was done, he stood, grabbed her discarded white dress and tore it. “Head for the center Kitten. And just you see if you can avoid the other hunters. See you around. Next time I won’t be so gentle. Nor will the others.” And with that, he strutted out of sight, leaving her on the cold hard ground beside the fountain.