Hunting Women

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It was a rainy day.
A woman, who looked like a tourist, was waiting for the shuttle bus, which ran every two hours, in this wild valley.
I observed her from a distance for a while. She was about twenty years old, slender, with fair skin and flowing long hair. I couldn't see her face clearly from the distance, but I could vaguely tell she was beautiful. I made up my mind, picked up my hunting rifle, and slowly approached her.
The gun was homemade, with only a simple spring fuse. The bullets were tranquilizer darts. These were weapons used by mountain residents to drive away wild boars.
Because of the short range, I had to get close to her to fire.
The woman was constantly scrolling on her phone at the bus stop, oblivious to her surroundings. Then, she felt a sharp pain in her lower back, and the tranquilizer quickly spread throughout her body. The woman collapsed.
I went over to examine the woman. Her face was even more beautiful than from a distance—an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and cherry lips—a true beauty. Her smooth, delicate skin was alluring. I knelt down and ripped open her dress, tearing it to her chest to reveal her full breasts beneath a white bra.
"So nice," I smiled. "That annoying bra."
I tugged at her bra, stretching the hooks at the back until it was deformed, finally pulling it open halfway. The bra straps were too tight to pull off directly, so I impatiently took out my hiking shears from my waistband and cut the straps along with the dress, finally pulling out her bra. Her breasts, exposed to the sunlight, completely aroused my lust. I put her bra in my bag, lifted her skirt, grabbed her panties, and pulled them down as well.
"That's it!" I stood there, smiling, watching the woman with her breasts exposed, her skirt lifted, revealing pubic hair and pink lips, and put her panties in my bag too.
"Now, come with me!" I hooked the woman's bag onto my arm, hoisted her onto my back, and enjoyed the pressure of her soft breasts against my back. We left the driveway and walked for half an hour along the abandoned railway tracks, carefully navigating the broken sections of the tracks, crossing the suspended track bridge, traversing the mine car tunnels, and finally carrying the loads home.
This was a valley in an abandoned mining area, with the only entrance and exit being the mine car tunnel. Several generations ago, this was a prosperous coal mining village, but after the mines were closed, the residents gradually left due to transportation and living difficulties. My great-grandfather, as the village chief, took over the uninhabited land one by one, transforming it into terraced fields, and lived self-sufficiently here for two generations.
Until the last villager left the village, my grandfather also relinquished his position as village chief and left the mine to live in the city.
It wasn't that my grandfather didn't want to sell the land; it's just that no one wanted to buy such a desolate place.
My parents died when I was a child, and my grandfather and I moved back to the mining valley to live together, leading a life of farming.
Then one day, Grandpa died. After saying goodbye to him at the hospital, I inherited this place.
I put the woman on the bed, took a breath, pulled off her dress, and threw it in the corner of the room. I put a training collar on her and locked it. I fastened an iron chain to the collar. The other end of the chain was welded to the iron window. I then put training wristbands on her hands; they were handcuffs, and the instructions said they could be worn for a long time, were antibacterial and wouldn't cause redness or swelling—quite expensive. I put the wristbands on her hands and handcuffed her. Next, I put foot covers on her, part of the same set as the wristbands and collar. The collar was red, and the hands and feet were black. My bed was made of welded iron pillars, with two iron pillars standing at the two corners of the bed. I handcuffed her feet to the corners with iron chains, preventing her from closing her legs, so she lay on the bed in a V-shape. I parted her labia; they were dark.
"Time to work."
I left her in the room and went to work in the fields. The fields here are vast, and I grow a wide variety of crops, providing fruits, vegetables, and rice for all four seasons. I can grow enough food to feed a hundred people a year, which I then sell. There are mine carts in the valley; the engines are no longer working, but they can be pushed. As long as they're oiled regularly, the carts can be pushed with relatively little effort. The carts are quite large, moving smoothly even over the suspended track bridge. I loaded the fruits and vegetables I'd picked that day onto the cart and pushed it outside.
"Zhishan, the fruits you grow in your valley are getting more and more beautiful and delicious!" said the woman from the farmers' association, named Qingmei, about 30 years old. She's an older sister I've known since childhood, with a sweet face and a good figure. She has a stable boyfriend, who is her neighbor, whom I also know.
"I've been putting my heart into growing them!" I smiled, unloading the fruits and vegetables from the cart, weighing them, and packing them into boxes.
"This quality is quite good; we can buy it at this price." She showed me on her calculator.
"Okay," I replied. "These are the harvest days, I'll come back every day."
"Okay! I'll take it all! Thank you!!"
The farmers' association is right next to the only station in this area. After the fruits and vegetables are packed, they'll be transported to the market tomorrow. The post office is also here. I took the money, went to collect my package, and pushed my mining cart back. This station is still in use, with two trains a day, carrying both cargo and tourists. It's the only external transportation route to this secret mining area. The tracks connect to another part of the town, and there are several tracks, all used for transporting ore back then. The youngest is forty years old, and the oldest is a hundred years old. One of the tracks leads to my valley.
Back in the valley, I picked fresh wild vegetables and fruits before returning to the house where the woman was lying.
I went home, took off my clothes, put them in a basket by the door, and took a bath right there. After bathing, I walked naked into my spotless home and started cooking with fresh fruits and vegetables. I don't like frying or deep-frying; I prefer baking and steaming, and usually eat a lighter diet.
The sound of chains came from the room. My sex slave woke up. I walked into the room.
"Who are you?" she asked fearfully.
"I've been waiting for you to wake up for so long!" I straddled her, my penis pressing down between her legs, which she couldn't close. I rubbed my penis against her vulva before thrusting it in.
"No... Ah!!!"
Before she could beg, I had already begun to penetrate deeper. Her warm, wet vagina enveloped my penis, creating a tingling sensation.
"Ah... This is wonderful... This first time in my life is truly wonderful..."
I braced my hands on either side of her chest, slowly thrusting my hips. My penis felt like it was trapped in incredibly sticky oil, yet the resistance was dozens of times greater. Her body temperature was warm, and I felt a tingling sensation. I slowly inserted my penis, feeling the tight embrace.
"Ugh... Ugh..."
"You should feel honored, this is my first time. I haven't even asked your name yet."
First, I'll go in, then I'll ask your name. This feeling is wonderful.
"Don't move... pull it out... it hurts...!!"
I pulled it out and saw there was no virgin blood.
"You're obviously not a virgin, but you're pretending like one, are you kidding me?!"
I straddled her, touching her soft breasts, while thrusting my hips.
The beauty couldn't struggle, her legs wide open, completely at my mercy, moaning.
"It hurts... it hurts... I'm... this is my first time..."
After thrusting for a while, she just kept crying out in pain. Her hands weakly pushed against me, and I didn't think she was faking it.
"...It really is your first time?"
I held her waist, thrusting my hips, my penis going in and out, and asked.
"Really... really..."
"Ugh... ugh!!"
Without warning, I ejaculated. It felt a little good, but not very intense.
"...This shouldn't be like this, shouldn't it be incredibly pleasurable?" I suspiciously pulled my penis out; it was slowly softening, allowing the woman to rest. She lay on the bed, crying and panting.
"Here, take this." I took two small white pills from my bag and gave them to her. "Birth control pills. This is for before, this is for after. Do you want water?" I rubbed my penis, bringing it close to her mouth. She recoiled in fright, the chain rattling.
"It's just you and me here. You don't want to give birth on this bed. If you die during childbirth, and you have a boy, I'll bury him with you. If you have a girl, I'll fuck her until she's an adult. Want to try?" I threatened her. "Your only source of water comes from here." I rubbed my penis. "In a few days, you'll be begging me to give you your urine, or you'll die of thirst."
The woman quickly swallowed the birth control pills, but dared not ask me for water.
The aroma of food began to waft through the air; my dinner was ready.
"You won't drink? Fine, let's see who's tougher."
I was determined not to touch her, sitting naked at the table, eating. My bowl was filled with various fruits and vegetables, all supposedly aphrodisiacs recommended by doctors online. I didn't know if they were true, but I ate whatever I grew. I grew aphrodisiacs, surely one of them would work. My penis was certainly hard though. After the meal, I finished the banana, and the woman spoke.
"...Let me go."
She looked at me.
"Let me go!!"
the woman screamed, but the sound didn't carry far in the valley. It was just the two of us, so I waited quietly for her to stop.
She finally understood that no one could save her, and gradually quieted down.
Then I left the house and went to another one. That house was also empty, but I cleaned it very thoroughly. After tidying up the room, I went to the next room, and finally went home.
There were more than a dozen houses in the valley, all empty, some already dilapidated. I tidied up the better-maintained houses, making a few habitable rooms, connected them to groundwater, and left them empty. I figured there were still many sex slaves I could accommodate. The house closest to the mine's driveway was a modern house my grandfather had built twenty years ago, with running water, electricity, and internet—that was my home.
Early the next morning, I went to the fields. Operating the tractor, planting handfuls of grain was my job for the day. After finishing, I scooped up a few bowls of rice from the warehouse, went to the chicken coop, and scattered it in large handfuls. Then, I pushed aside the chattering chickens and picked up the eggs from the rice stalks.
Because it was difficult to prepare, I only ate chicken occasionally. Here, the chickens weren't plucked and ready to be cooked; they were alive, feathers still on. Eating chicken was quite a hassle; you had to patiently pluck the feathers. But eggs were different. Eggs were delicious, and cooking them was simple. The chickens here are kept in small numbers, mostly roosters. Occasionally, the eggs will contain fertilized eggs; if left too long, cracking them will hatch chicks, which is quite horrible. So, I come frequently, collecting eggs every day.
After collecting the eggs, I go to the house where the woman lives to cook breakfast.
She spent the night there, hungry and scared, thankfully not cold.
"Thirsty?" I always ask, leaving my clothes on in the entryway and going in naked. I rub my penis against her, finding pleasure in her averted gaze. She was already parched, but still stubborn. I wasn't in a hurry, so I fried some eggs, added some delicious fruits and vegetables, and after breakfast, I forced a birth control pill into her mouth before leaving.
That day, I pushed a cartload of farm produce to the farmers' association to sell, returning with money.
When I went to see her again, she looked even more haggard in just a few hours. I ignored her, cooked dinner outside her room, ate, and went home to sleep.
The next morning, as soon as I entered the house, I smelled an unbearable stench.
"Damn it, I forgot to let her move around freely!"
I entered the room and, sure enough, saw the woman lying on the bed spread-eagled, having urinated between her legs. She tried her best to get away from her excrement, but her buttocks were covered in it.
"What... what are you doing?!" She saw me, kicked her legs, and carefully dodged the excrement, looking utterly pitiful.
I sighed, untied the woman from the bed, and took her to the door to wash her.
She tried to grab some water to drink, but I pushed her to the ground and used the tap to wash her crotch. After washing her, I led her across the street to another clean room and handcuffed her collar to the chain welded to this room.
"It's my fault. The toilet is over there," I pointed to the chamber pot in the corner of the room. "I'm sorry, I made you poop on the bed." "
... Water," she said, her lips dry.
"What did you say?" I heard what she said, and I just wanted her to say it again.
"I want water."
"Open your mouth."
She opened her mouth, and I stuffed another birth control pill into it, then pushed my penis to her lips.
"Come on, lick here." I taught her how to stimulate her urethra. "Lick harder, and you'll pee if you lick for a while."
Her tongue was already dry. Her mouth wasn't wet, just a little sticky. She knelt down, licking as I instructed, and gradually I felt the urge to urinate.
"I'm going to pee."
I controlled my urethra, letting the urine flow out slowly, more and more, until it was released smoothly. Her throat opened and closed repeatedly, swallowing all the urine, along with the birth control pill.
I then brought over the cooking utensils and cooked a meal for two in the room. The food gradually began to smell delicious. I put the cooked lunch into two separate containers.
"While I eat, you kneel here and lick. You can only eat after I'm done," I told her.
Since she had already abandoned her dignity and drunk urine, oral sex didn't seem so difficult. She sat on the wooden floor, licking my penis, and I happily ate my meal, enjoying the woman's service. After I finished eating, the woman lay on the table and ate with me. I held her buttocks, inserted myself into her, and slowly thrust in and out.
The woman, having just satisfied her thirst, and seeing the food in front of her, forgot that her lower body was being violated and ate the food with a spoon, bite after bite.
The food I cooked wasn't bad, and only after she finished eating did the woman feel that her lower body was wet and numb.
I picked the woman up, her legs wide open, her hands placed on her chest, and carried her to the bed. I locked the chain around her collar and then inserted myself.
"Mmm..."
This time her desire was aroused. I thrust into her passionately, and she gradually became immersed in sexual desire.
"Mmm... Ah... Ah..."
Her vagina was wet and slippery, unlike the first time when it was difficult to penetrate. The woman's private parts tightly enveloped my penis, and her love juices were abundant, making each thrust a powerful pleasure.
"Mmm... Ahh..."
She felt the same pleasure, her body writhing restlessly, her legs, though not bound, spread open to meet my thrusts.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked her.
"Mmm... Mmm..." She didn't answer, just letting me thrust into her.
"Ugh... Ahh..." My semen shot out powerfully, filling her body until the last drop. This time, I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp; I knew this was an orgasm.
"Hoo... What's your name?"
"Jingxin..."
"Jingxin, from now on, you only have a few things to do in your life. 1. Be my masturbation aid, 2. Be my human mop, 3. Be my human urinal. Not many things to do. As long as you do your job well, I'll make sure you're well-fed, well-rested, and have orgasms every day. But if you don't do your job well, you won't get any food. Understand?"
"I don't want to! Let me go!" she cried.
"Come here." I took the chain from her hand and led her, like a prisoner, across the mine shaft. In front of her was a railway track with its foundation suspended in mid-air, only a few pillars protruding from the mountainside supporting it, and some of the sleepers were gone. This terrifying railway track was hundreds of meters away from the other side.
"Once you walk out of here, you'll be free," I said.
Of course, she didn't know that this railway track had actually been repaired before the New Year, hollowed out and reworked by professional engineers, so that mine cars could travel on it safely to the other side. How could I tell her this? Seeing this, Jingxin was filled with despair. I raped her again here, making her look at the hundreds of meters high railway tracks, swaying her body, and then I ejaculated into her body before taking her back to the cabin.

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