“Thank you, boys.” The hunter slapped the bound tribute’s ass, and she squeaked, but a gag restricted her voice. “This one’s only the first course. I plan to gorge myself by morning.”
The hunters laughed and continued on.
Daisy wondered where the hell they got the rope.
Tiptoeing down the path, she kept to the shadows, always with her back to the gardens and her eyes wide open. Sweat gathered beneath her mask.
She approached a group of men and stilled. She couldn’t move past them, so she tucked her body between a cluster of dogwood trees.
Three men hunched over a woman sprawled in the grass. One thrust his hips while the other two pinned her arms. Grunts and moans collided as the men kneeling by her face took turns feeding their cocks into her mouth.
“That’s a good girl,” they praised. “Open wide for us.”
Daisy’s jaw dropped in shock as the tribute moaned hungrily. The woman wasn’t fighting them. On the contrary, she appeared to be enjoying herself.
Her illicit moans called to more hunters. “What do we have here?” They gathered around as if stumbling upon a market fair show.
Daisy backed deeper into the shadows, far outnumbered now. It was clear they weren’t leaving any time soon.
“Just your classic greedy slut,” the man by her face bragged. “Show the hunters how much you love sucking cock.”
She moaned again, as if excited by his words.
“They’re making out a hell of a lot better than us, Gerald,” one newcomer complained. “All we got was a piece of some doe’s dress.” He waved a strip of emerald silk, and Daisy’s breath caught.
It was the exact color Maggie had been wearing.
Her attention shifted to the screams and moans in the distance. The ongoing bells. Male grunts and flashes of half-dressed people racing by.
What if one of those bells were for Maggie? Her chest ached at the thought. She needed to get to the grotto and find her friend. But she was trapped. Helpless. Hardly able to protect herself, let alone protect?—
Her thoughts cut off.
This was war, not a time to make friends. Maggie was just a tribute, just like her. Emotions were a distraction, a liability none of them could afford right now.
But Maggie was the kind of person to worry about others, so Daisy’s mind naturally flooded with concern. It was a weakness. The kind she could only acknowledge and learn to accept.
Needing to keep her wits, Daisy tried to ignore her worries and stay focused on her own safety. If she didn’t, she was going to end up like that woman on the grass.
“Plenty to go around here, gentlemen.” The man between the tribute’s legs bragged. “Isn’t that right, my little fawn?”
The newcomers opened their pants, shamelessly stroking their cocks as they watched the others sate their appetites.
“We aren’t letting her up until she’s dripping.”
The tall hunter between her thighs groaned and pulled out, tugging his cock hard and fast. One grunt. Then another. His head tipped back as he hooted like a cowboy, finishing across her belly and chest.
Daisy had never seen anything like it.
Another man pushed him aside. “My turn.”
The moment he sank into her, the bell gonged.
How many could the tribute take?
Was there a limit?
Every single conquest added up to another million pounds.
