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Subject: {ASSM} Prey  (nc, short)
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Prey

You stumble blindly through the woods, your heart racing.  As you plunge 
through another thicket, more thorny brambles reach out to rip at your naked 
body.  You cover your most sensitive areas as best you can as you plummet 
ahead.  How far behind you are they?  200 feet?  20 feet?  You don't dare 
stop to look.

Briefly, your thoughts return to Katie.  A pang of guilt overtakes you as 
you think about what might be happening to her right now.  As you fled the 
campsite, your last glimpse was of your younger friend surrounded by about a 
half dozen of the men and being forced to her knees.  Then, you were 
running, picking your way through the dense folaige, the "advantage" of your 
two-minute head start effectively negated by the 5" stiletto heels you were 
forced to wear for this ordeal.

Poor Katie--she'd had nothing to do with your stealing money and a boyfriend 
from Angela.  Yet, now she's back there paying the price, you reflect with 
shame and guilt.  Part of the price, anyway...

Abruptly, you're snapped back to reality as a branch whips you in the face.  
Involuntarily, you cry out--and soon thereafter, you hear renewed yelling 
and whooping not too far behind you, as the hunt continues with renewed 
fervor.

"GET THE BITCH!!!"  You immediately recognize the female voice as Angela's.  
Fear clutches your chest as you recall her words to you as this cruel hunt 
began--as she showed you her favorite sex toy, nearly as thick as her fist, 
and explained to you where she was going to put it when she caught you...


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