A New Prey part 2

Donald pulled the tranq out of his arm and continued to tried to run from the big hunter. He was already feeling tired and woozy but kept up his pace from Peter. Peter smiled “That’s right little buck keep running!” he said as he took aim and shot another tranq. Surprisingly Donald ducked and it flew into a tree, he got lucky. He got back up and started running again. “You got lucky that time but I rarely miss ya know.” Peter said smiling as he took aim once more and shot another tranq and pierced the Donald’s left calf. Donald hissed in pain and pulled out the tranq while still running but is now feeling even more tired now. Donald falls over as he legs give in from the tranquilizers. Peter walks up to Donald and smiled “Not bad, I did I had fun. But now it is time to take you as my little trophy.” He said grinning as he took aim again at Donald’s upper chest, “Nighty Night” he said as he shot one more tranq at Donald who closed his eyes and passed out.

The big bear smiled and lifted Donald up and carried him over his shoulder as he walked back to his cabin. What seemed like hours Donald awoke and found him arms were bound over his head from chains hanging from he ceiling. He was shirt less and his legs were tied to the floor by chains as well. He turned up his nose from the horrid smell the room had and looked around the room and saw different types of tools and equipment used to building, repairing, and such. He also saw a door leading to what might have been a laundry room, it explained where the horrible smell was coming from. Was there really any running water in this place? He thought to himself. He started to struggle in his bonds to see if he could break free but no luck. He heard the door open upstairs and loud stomps on the floor; the hunter must be back. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!! LET ME GO!!” Donald said shouting at the tops of his lungs with anger.

Peter walked downstairs and walked in front of Donald. He was wearing no shirt now, his big hairy belly now fully exposed and wearing the same dirty jeans and boots from earlier. His smell was even more powerful without a shirt on and Donald tried not breath in much of his scent. “Ah you are awake huh?” Peter said as he slapped Donald across the face “You dun order me around if ya know what for yer.” Peter said in a strict tone. Donald glared at Peter “YOU ASSHOLE!! You cannot do this to me.” Donald laughed “Course I can, I dun it several times before in the past and I just did it a few moments ago.” he said grinning as he pat and rubbed his belly. As he did that muffled moans could be heard from his big belly as well as light struggling. “I ate three guys who were camping about a mile from ya. They tasted real good and it is nice to have them struggle inside of my belly.” he said grinning and belching as screams more muffled grunts are heard. “WHAT!!…did you eat them whole?? That is impossible” Donald said shaking his head in disbelief.

“Naw not for me, I can do it easily.” Peter said grinning. “So…you plan to ear ME!!” Donald said in fear. Peter nodded his head “Yup, that is why I brought you here, but I do not intend to eat you now. I sometimes like to torture and play with my food before I swallow them whole and that is what I plan to do with you.” Peter said patting his belly which was still letting out muffled grunts and moving around slightly from the prey inside of him. “I notice ya do not care much for my manly smell. How about I ya give more of a taste of it?” He asked as he lifted up his right arm, grabbed Donald’s head and shoved it into his smelly rank pit. Donald let out lots muffled grunt as the smell was just horrid. His eye began to water from the smell and he found it hard to breath, this hunter must rarely bathe. He took Donald’s head out of his right pit and did the same for his left Pit. Donald was struggling heavily his bonds and was trying his best to not vomit from the smell.

The hunter let up on Donald laughed “You thought that something? I got lots more in store.” the gruffy hunter said. “But it is late and I do need my rest as do you my little prey.” He said as he pat Donald on the head. “Nighty Night oh and scream as much as you want, it won‘t really matter out here anyway.” Peter said as he walked back upstairs, turned off the light and slammed the door. After Donald struggled and screamed for a couple of minutes he could hear Peters snores. Donald sighed heavily in his bonds and too dozed off too sleep and awaited the next day.