The Hunt with Puma Catori - An Excerpt from One Week in Dolcett (Interactive, Dolcett, Cannibalism, Hunting, Trophy/Taxidermy, CYOA)

Preface: In the spirit of hunting season, I wanted to share a hunting themed excerpt from my story "One Week in Dolcett" published earlier this year. The original story is 75,000 words, so many readers may not have gotten to the hunting part of the story, and hunting stories are my personal favorite to read or write. As before: This story is presented in the style of Create Your Own Adventure Books and/or Text Based Video Games. For the uninitiated, you read several paragraphs of narrative, and then are faced with a series of choices. Depending on what choice you take, you either advance through the plot, or, since this is snuff erotica, the hunt ends with YOU as tonight's supper.

What meal you end up and how you're displayed as a trophy in your huntress' home is up to you - those outcomes are tied to how challenging of a hunt you were.

This excerpt drops you into the Thursday section of the story, and this stand alone section is around 7500 words, if you read through every potential ending. If you're enjoying the flow of the story, an option is given at the end to read the story from the beginning, or simply return to reddit.

As this jumps in an existing story, not every reference to the earlier events may make complete sense to the reader, but I think the vagueness has an appeal in a sense as it adds to the confusion and intensity of the moment.

As this story is interactive, it was built on a software platform called Twine and is hosted on a website called Borogove.io. This website is longstanding and safe – if you don’t feel comfortable clicking through, I can also send you the HTML file, just DM me.

Below is the opening leading into your first choice. Good luck and happy hunting. Or, happy hunted?

-J

Read the interactive story:

https://vk4v68ws.play.borogove.io/

Backstory: After several days of avoiding being snuffed and eaten, protagonist and Dolcett world outsider Scarlett Sky is scooped up off the streets of Dolcett. Scarlett has come here in search of a million dollar reward, knowing that in this strange, dangerous place, it's quite legal for women to be snuffed and served on a plate. Scarlett avoids pitfall after pitfall, but doesn't know the customs of this world, and is grabbed off the street, blindfolded, and drugged into a deep, dark sleep...

Story begins:

You're lost in a dream. In this dream, you're trapped in a small hallway, with several doors in front of you. You try to open one, but it leads nowhere, and the walls get narrower. You try another, and the walls move so close you can't breathe.

Suddenly, you realize something. The way out has been in front of you the whole time. You just couldn't see it. You just didn't remember. It's been there, in front of you, the whole time. A secret passage. Just asking for you to reach out, and press down.

"Wake up girl, come on."

The world you've spent the last four days in slowly comes back into focus, and you blink until your eyes can focus. You're locked in a small cage, naked, with several other women. One is in the corner, sobbing. The others have a lifelessness in their eyes, a loss of any hope. The cage is only lit by a bright red light, saturating the room in a crimson hue.

The woman that woke you is staring at you, wondering if you've really woken up.

"...what's happened to me?" you mutter.

"Well, you're at the Subjugation Auction. You're about to be sold. I just thought you should know. Would suck to wake up on a spit."

She reveals a vape in her hand, how she smuggled it in here naked, who can say. She offers you a hit, and you politely decline.

"What do you mean, sold? I'm a person. You can't sell people."

"Well, that's where you're wrong, on multiple counts. First of all, you've ALREADY been sold, by whoever brought you in. He sold you HERE, and next, you'll be sold a SECOND time to whoever takes you home."

"I should've known this would happen." You say, shaking your head, processing yesterday's events, as well as those strange feelings you've had all week. "Someone's been following me for days."

"Following you? No, that's not it." She says, with a tone that makes you feel somewhat stupid. "Subjugation is only allowed on Wednesdays. If anything, whoever you think was following you-"

The bright red light suddenly turns yellow, the amber glow changing the lighting, but not the mood.

"Almost time, now." She says, looking up, taking a drag of her vape.

"Time for what? To be, sold, and then...eaten?" You can only assume you'll be sold as meat.

"Well, of course eaten, but some of *them* like to play with you first. It just depends on the buyer. The OTHER thing is - you're not a person anymore, either. Once you were caught on the street on Subjugation night, you lost all of your rights. You're just an object for someone's amusement, and, well, stomach, now."

"There's got to be a way out of here?" You say, desperate not to give up.

"Afraid not, hun. Sorry, there's absolutely ZERO chance you'll escape the auction house. Once you're sold off, you'll be tied in Dolcett's finest rope and bind, and loaded in the car. Whatever happens next is totally up to them..."

You stare blankly back, the same look of hopelessness you saw in the other women slowly forming in your own eyes.

"...sorry hun, it's best you take a moment to accept it. Send a prayer or whatever for a quick death. The people who buy from here aren't usually into mercy."

You wander away to find a quiet corner to cry. You squat down, looking vacantly through the bars, processing the despair of your situation. There's even a sadness that you won't see Charlene again. Like a promise unkept.

But, no tears come. There's something about the last few days that has hardened you, strengthened your resolve. You shake your head, and slowly stand up.

"…I'm not finished yet." You say, feigning the confidence you desperately wish you felt.

"Oh, is that right?" Your cell mate lowers her vape in curiosity, enjoying the brief flash of hope in this place.

"Yes. There's got to be..." Suddenly, an idea hits you, like a bolt of lightning. "What about after I'm sold? Can I convince them to let me go? Will I become a person again?"

Your cell mate laughs. "Oh, sure, I mean, it's happened. But the odds of it, psh, they're like...."

The yellow light suddenly changes to green. You hear footsteps approaching.

"Okay, listen quick.” she says. “If you REALLY think you can survive this, it's important that you choose well." You can feel her pace quicken, the words rushing out of her mouth.

"Choose?"

"You're going to be led to a silent auction room, and your potential bidders will get a minute or so to assess you. My advice - look lively for the one that you want to pick you, and look sick, or dying to the others. But you need to pick well - you MIGHT be able to convince one of them to let you go, but all three? No chance."

The door opens, and two men in suits grab you. You decide not to resist, saving your escape plan for once you're...sold. You look back to thank...and realize, you never bothered to ask her name. You just nod, and she waves back. You'll never see each other again, even if you survive what comes next.

As you're walked to the staging area, you see three people waiting just outside your auction door. They must be your potential buyers.

The first you swear you recognize from countless social media reels you've been targeted with. She's got that whole "Tradwife" aesthetic going on, complete with a vintage dress, heels, and an apron - who wears an apron in public? She's taking selfies, and you notice that she's got one of those diamond heart collar necklaces on.

The second gives you a chill to even look at her. A real Amazon, no, an Indigenous woman. She's over 6 feet tall, even leaning against the wall. She's got on a sort of military outfit on, and her shorts show off the most defined quadriceps you've ever seen on a woman. She's got her head down, but you can tell she's studying you, like a hunter stalking her prey.

The last is an older man, with a long gray beard. He sits, slumped over, in dirty overalls, and a straw hat. You can tell even in the brief seconds you see him that his hands are calloused, a real working man of the land. You imagine he works on a farm. No, rather, farming, and the things that go with that, must be his life.

You're locked in the waiting area. In just a moment, your buyers will get their private time to give you a closer look. The decision you make next will determine how much longer you live.

Choose the Hunter. She's probably looking for a challenge, and won't snuff you right away. There's probably a way to prove yourself to her.

Read the interactive story:

https://vk4v68ws.play.borogove.io/