"Well hello there," she says, very cheerfully. Being gagged, I am unable to return the greeting. She takes hold of the ropes binding me and pulls me out of the van, and I fall to the ground with a muffled "oooof." I look around and see that I am indeed out in the countryside. There are no houses or streets to be seen, just a dirt path which I am now laying on. She walks back to the van and gets in, and begins to pull away. I panic as I think I am going to be left here in the wilderness, helplessly tied up. But she only drives about ten feet, then stops. I hear her rummaging around in the van, then she comes back.

"Let me introduce myself," she says. "My name is Alana. I was at the bar last night, although you probably didn't see me." She walks back into my field of view, and I see she is carrying two cases, one a briefcase type and the other longer, skinnier. A chill runs up my spine as I realize it is a rifle case. She sets them both on the ground, several feet from me. "Yes, I was watching you," she says as she stands over me and puts her foot on my knee. She runs her foot up my thigh. "I was definately watching this." She pushes her foot into my crotch, pressing down lightly. "I saw that bulge between your legs the minute you entered the bar, and knew I wanted it." I begin to relax a bit as she rubs her foot over my jeans-covered manhood. This may not be so bad after all.

She stops kneading my genitals with her foot and walks to the briefcase, opening it. She returns with a pair of scissors. Great, maybe she will cut me out of these ropes. Instead, she kneels over me and pulls on my shirt, then begins to cut it. "Let me tell you a little about myself," she says as she cuts away at the fabric. "I have what you might call a collection fetish. I began my collection years ago, and the more it grew, the more I wanted." She finishes shredding my shirt, and pulls the tattered rags off and tosses them aside. "Now I have an entire room of my home devoted to my collection." She begins to cut at my jeans, as I try to figure out what the hell she is talking about.

"At first, my collectables were donated to me, by men who were, I guess you would say, enamorate of me. And that was fun for a while." She was making short work of my jeans, they were half off now. Was this some kind of kinky foreplay? "With them being willingly given, I always knew what I was getting. But that got kind of boring. I mean, don't get me wrong, I still took what they gave me and added to my collection, but after a while I decided I wanted to try something a little more exciting." She cuts away the last bit of my jeans, and tosses them into a pile on top of what was my shirt. She pulls off my shoes and socks, and then turns her attention to the last bit of clothing I have on.

"You see, I got bored knowing what I was getting all the time, and also I wanted a challenge. Something to spice things up." She snipped away at my underwear, almost teasingly. My cock began to stir, and I could feel it rising as I knew its exposure was inevitable. "So I decided to try something new. I decided I would add to my collection without a willing male donor." With that, she pulled away my underwear, and my cock sprung free. It hardened quickly in the open air, and stood out its full eight inches.

Alana sat back, smiling as she viewed my exposed cock. "See? Now that's more like it! Its a surprise, like opening a Christmas present!" She reached out and took my fully erect cock in her hand and began slowly stroking it. I moaned into my gag at the wonderful sensation. "Oh, this is wonderful, I really hit the jackpot this time," she says as she rubs her hand up and down the shaft, running her fingers over the swollen head on each upstroke. The feelings of pleasure are so great for me that I barely hear what she says next. "Mmmm, yes, this will make a fine addition to my collection."

That got my attention, and she laughs as she sees that I am beginning to understand. "Yes, you heard me correctly. I collect men's cocks. I have several dozen of them, all nicely displayed in a room at my home." I can't believe what I am hearing. "All of my girlfriends really enjoy coming over to view them, and every time I claim a new one, we have a party where I unveil the new addition." My heart is racing now. This can't be happening. Yet my cock seems to get even harder as she strokes it. I struggle again against the ropes but I can barely move. I panic, realizing I am helpless to stop her from cutting off my cock.

She laughs and begins to tease the underside of the head with her fingertip, causing it to twitch and jump. "Awwww, don't be so scared, I told you I wanted a challenge," she says, playing with my cockhead which is now oozing precum. "I'll give you two chances to keep this gorgeous piece of man-meat, and send you on your way." I calm a bit, and listen to her. Maybe I can get out of this. She walks back to the briefcase and returns, holding a small digital timer. "Here's your first chance. I will set this timer for five minutes, and then start stroking that big cock of yours. If the timer goes off and you haven't cum, I will notify the authorities of your location, and they will come to your aid, with you 'intact.' However, if I make you cum before the timer goes off... well, I get to watch a nice cumshot, and then we move on to phase two." Five minutes. I just have to go five minutes without cumming. I can do that. I begin to think of any and every non-sexual image I can, trying to will my cock to go soft.

"Ready?" she says, and then starts the timer. She takes my cock in her hand and begins to slowly stroke it. So slowly that I think to myself that she will never make me cum in five minutes. But gradually her hand increases in speed, a little faster each time up and down the shaft of my cock. She begins to tickle under the head with a fingertip of her other hand, as she expertly works my swollen penis. I close my eyes and try to picture my mother (that usually does the trick) but its not working. My cock is tingling now and I can feel the wetness flowing down the shaft as more precum pours out of the head. My balls begin to pull up tight, I know I can't hold out much longer but I have to. She strokes me faster, and faster. I pray for the timer to go off as I feel the cum begin to rise from my balls and make its way into my cock shaft. She begins to giggle, knowing she has me, and I can do nothing to stop it. My hips thrust out involuntarily, pushing my hard cock straight out as she relentlessly pumps it with her hand. In my head I am screaming for the alarm to go off, but it doesn't, and with a muffled groan my cock begins to spurt out the contents of my balls.

Alana cheers loudly, as she watches the white rope of man-juice squirt out of the head of my cock. She doesn't let up, and jet after jet of my cum sprays out as she milks my cock. After what seems an eternity, I feel the orgasm begin to subside, and the spurts lessen, until cum is just dribbling from the tip of my cock. "Well, well, well," she says. "You lost your first chance." I open my eyes to see her holding up the timer. She took my cum in less than two minutes. "That was fun, though. I just love watching a cock explode like that. Unfortunately for you, that may be the last time yours ever does." She releases my cock, and walks back to her briefcase. I watch as my cock finally begins to soften, and then lay semi-hard against my thigh. She returns, bringing the briefcase with her.

"Now on to the next phase," she says, opening the briefcase. I can't see in it, but she is reaching into it, and takes out a syringe. "Now that you have cum, your cock is shrinking back down to its dormant size. Typical for a male, so singly orgasmic. One and done, so to say," She laughs as she takes an ampule from the case and loads it into the syringe. "Fortunately for me, I have many female friends in the chemical engineering field. They came up with this concoction for me. Its quite remarkable, a combination of experimental male enhancement drugs, very potent ones, and a polymer which causes the penis to not only retain all the blood pumped into it during erection, but to solidify after a short time. The end result, is a cock that is increased in size by at least 50 percent, and stays in that state, preserved, forever." She leans toward my crotch, aiming the needle at the base of my soft cock. I struggle to get away but she easily holds me still and jabs the needle into my cock, then depresses the plunger.

She moves behind my head, kneeling down, and pulls my head up by the hair. "Now watch," she says. "Watch the show." I have no choice but to look as she holds my head up. At first, nothing. Then.... I begin to feel a tingling in my groin, and see my cock begin to pulse, slowly rising. I hear her giggling behind me as my cock hardens, now standing straight up. It hardens to its full eight inch size, throbbing now. I look in disbelief as it continues to grow, becoming longer and thicker. Nine inches now, ten.... eleven. "Oh yeah," she says. "Keep going!" I can hear her breathing harder now, as my cock continues to expand. Twelve inches now... thirteen.... Alana gets up, and my head drops to the ground. The tingling in my cock is intense as the chemicals stimulate it. She reaches into the briefcase and takes out a tape measure, then begins to measure my oversized manhood.

"Wow!" she exclaims. "Over fourteen inches! Now this is what I call a trophy cock!" I am in shock as I see my cock. Its huge now, yet perfectly proportioned, standing stiff and throbbing. I look to Alana, my eyes pleading for mercy, and as if in response she tells me about my second chance for release.

"Now then," she says. "I told you I was getting a bit bored with taking cocks that were donated willingly. And even though you aren't willing, it would be too easy to take this beautiful cock from you like this. So I decided on a new strategy to get them. I decided I would have cock hunts." I am not quite getting this, but I am hoping for another chance to keep my cock. "On the top of that hill over there is a flagpost, a marker. Should you make it there, you will find clothing, a cell phone, and most importantly, the reversing agent to the polymer that has been injected into your penis. It will function as a normal cock, although I'm afraid the size increase is permanent. I am sure you won't mind that part, will you?" She walks over to the other case, the rifle case, and opens it, removing what looks like an air rifle. She loads it with what seem to be some kind of darts.

"Here's the game," she tells me. "I am going to cut your feet free so that you can run. I will give you a 60 second head start to try to get to that marker, after which I will begin hunting you, or rather, your cock." She grins, eyeing my hard throbbing dick. "I will be hunting you with this. Its a dart gun, loaded with neuro-tranquilizers, another gift from my friends. The drug affects the voluntary nervous system, which means that if I get enough shots in, you will be paralyzed, yet completely aware and conscious when I take my prize." Again her gaze went to my cock, and I watch as she licks her lips. "The marker is farther away than it looks, trust me. You better pace yourself." With that, she took the scissors and cut the ropes binding my ankles.

I struggle to my feet, my oversized cock sticking straight out and throwing my balance off a bit. Alana picks up the timer and sets it for one minute. "Okay big boy," she says, patting my engorged penis. "Three, two, one, GO!!!" I run as fast as I can, and realize my mistake immediately. My huge cock begins to swing and bounce wildly, and painfully, and my bouncing balls are slamming into my thighs as I try to sprint. I hear Alana laughing as she watches this, knowing that I will soon have to slow down. I decide to make my way through some trees, giving me cover.

I hear Alana yell "time's up!" and I know she is hunting me now. I work my way through the trees, careful where I step. She could at least have given me my shoes back, I think. I get to the end of the tree grove, and i hear a whistling sound and see a dart impact the tree in front of me. I can see the flag, up on top of the hill. I am at the base of it, and decide to run for it. There are no trees, no cover at all. I know she will have a clear shot at me, but also I know I am fast and I give it a shot.

My fourteen inch rock hard cock is swinging around in a windmill motion as I run, throwing my balance off a little, but my hanging balls are getting squeezed between my pumping thighs, and that really hurts. I try to ignore the pain, running for the marker and the chance to keep my manhood, but then I feel the sting in my left calf. I know what it is. Her shot has found its mark, and the numbness begins to creep up my leg. Still I run as best I can. Only a hundred feet from the flag, and then I feel another sting, this time in my right hamstring. Eighty feet now, and my legs are both going numb. Sixty feet, forty, thirty. Then another shot, this one hitting my right buttock. Twenty feet to go, and I fall to the ground, my legs useless. On my side, I try to pull myself with my arms. Fifteen feet away, and her next shot hits my shoulder. I get to within ten feet, and then I can't move. I lay there on my side, as I hear the huntress approach.

"Damn, you almost made it," she says. She walks over beside me, putting her foot on my hip and pushing, rolling me onto my back. My huge cock bounces up, pointing skyward. "If its any consolation sweetie," she says as she straddles my paralyzed body, "You came closer than any of the other bucks I've hunted." I can still move my eyes, and I look down to see her grasp the shaft of my cock with one hand, and pull the hunting knife from her belt with the other. She grins as she slowly moves the knife to the base of my cock. Placing the blade against the very base of the shaft, she looked into my eyes. "This is so much better than if you just gave your cock to me." She begins to slice, I can see her hand working but feel nothing. "And what a cock it is, it will look so nice in my collection." She keeps working the knife through the thick shaft of my cock. "A trophy that will be displayed for all of my girlfriends, mounted just as you men would mount a deer's head, and hung from the wall in my den, alongside all of my other trophy cocks." She works the knife faster, and I can feel the pressure go away as my cock comes free in her hand. She holds it up, admiring it, stroking it with her fingers. "Yes!!! Its mine!" She holds it in front of my face, showing me the fourteen inch rock hard cock that used to be mine.

Alana gets up, and begins to walk away, taking my cock with her. She stops, and turns to me. "I will send help for you, don't worry. And I left you your balls, be glad for that. But your cock?" She holds her trophy up and kisses the head lewdly, tonguing all around it. "Your cock belongs to me now." I watch as she makes her way back down the hill, holding her prize over her head for me to see.......