Violet was having fun watching all the captures that the robots were making in the railway area where Lash was still held as a quickly-moving prisoner. And the fascinating plights of the captives themselves as they were pulled continuously along the tracks.
The videos could have been a little more detailed, so it took her a while to make the amusing discovery that the land beneath one of the three parallel tracks dipped sometimes to pull at their overhead crotch ropes. She grinned as the pink-haired girl rocked her head back and began to shudder from entering one of those sections.
The other two girls still in the room had moved over to watch the group of monitors displaying The Betting Room, giving each other quiet commentary that Violet idly tried listening to occasionally but couldn't hear enough to make sense.
Returning her attention to the monitors before her, she saw the long blue-haired girl had worked something out. By leaning to pull the rope she was being dragged along by sideways, she could get the drone pulling her along to change tracks when it indicated. Doing so, she was spared from a dip herself.
The purple-haired observer noticed the promising arrival of a new group of free girls, expecting the successful hunters would change that situation before long. Ignoring the call of her lightly growling stomach a little longer, she moved over to her right to view some action that appeared to be happening in the Tropical Gale area now.
Allaria was soaking, the windswept rain rolling over her body and falling from her skin. In spite of the rushing winds her wild green fringe had become matted against her forehead and the top of the goggles where they met with a rubber-like seal to keep all the water from her eyes.
The now soggy cloth tied around the tiredly-moaning girl's mouth had come a little undone, and was flapping sligtly against her cheeks along with her spiky bangs. She pulled her arms weakly against their entrapment up and away to her sides, before letting her elbows hang limp again.
As she was more of a tickle seeker, Allaria found it difficult to enjoy any of this. Even without knowing what the other areas at the end of the hunt were like, she doubted she would have come here had they all been shown a map at the start.
She shivered in the gale, even though it was too warm for that kind of reaction, and shuffled her locked feet over the water-darkened concrete bar that had carried her out into this miasma of water and air. Without anything to do she could only really stand there and feel powerless.
Turning back to her left, she could still make out the building she had emerged from, but the view through her goggles was too misted up to see anything more detailed. Principally she couldn't see if any of the other girls were passing by and able to see her suffering out here.
The cloth unravelled further, before suddenly being dragged out from her mouth completely while her head was still turned. She groaned and pressed her lips together to avoid getting a mouthful of water, really hoping that the strings of both parts of her bikini would hold out until she was let out of this menacing situation.
Besides that, her outfit was appropriate for this water-filled situation. As she was thinking that, a sudden jerking sensation from the poles let her know she was finally getting moved back into the shelter. As the concrete strip was retracted she felt impatient, that she couldn't be retrieved fast enough.
Even after she was safely inside once more and the wall closed up to her right, the water was loudly dripping off her body onto the hard floor. It was a pair of robots that pulled her back in, maybe the same ones that had caught her.
After her locks were unclasped Allaria leaned forward, brushing her drenched hair with her hands to expel the water faster. A towel would have really helped at this moment. After that she peeled the goggles from her eyes and threw them away, rubbing her eyes which felt a little more sore than she had thought.
After making sure her swimsuit was still secure, she looked around and noticed the robots had stalked away. No longer interested in spending any more time here she began rushing forward, to her relief (and in some measure disappointment) finding the weather began to calm within a minute.
Not long after that she'd at last reached the exit. Beyond the flat wall marking the other end of the tunnel was another grassy plain, perhaps slightly greener than previous intermissions but maybe she was still used to the dour brightness of where she'd been the last couple of hours.
Proceeding onward while still dripping a little, Allaria encountered another girl at a place where her path combined with two others from her left, looking like she was doing her best to warm up. She stopped nearby to rest for a moment as well, finding the long-haired girl to be called Sakura after terse but efficient one-word introductions.
They both wondered for a while if all of the last areas were some form of extreme climate condition. Then they got up and moved on, the two girls with flowers in their hair finding and entering the compound that marked the end of their time being hunted.
Further back in that tunnel, Kehhaja felt she was passing through smoothly. But then she had come to believe it would always feel that way in some areas right up until you get caught, so she was making sure to remain cautious and it seemed to be serving her well.
Up ahead there was some kind of scene, so she slowed down and made herself difficult to see while watching from afar. A pair of robots were handling a black-haired girl who was facing ahead while her body was positioned in a star shape into two poles emerging from the floor.
The blue-haired prey realised her first thought, that they were in the middle of capturing the girl, was wrong when she slumped to the floor after they'd freed her from the poles. After that they departed, fortunately in the other direction although that meant she'd still need to sneak past them later.
Kehhaja approached the other girl as she tried to dry herself, recognising her as the assertive-looking girl she'd spoken with for a while in the snow that morning. Having lost her shawl as well as her scarf to the wind, Kleo was back to having just the outfit she had started the hunt with.
Like Allaria, her hastily-tied cloth gag had been lost to the loud winds long before her drenching captivity had finished. As she recovered she tried to explain what happened to her in the last half-hour, while the poles she had been locked into slowly retracted back into the floor nearby.
They stood up and resumed moving while Kleo tried to describe the captivity. It was difficult to tell how, but it felt that the rainfall had made the humidity of the air better in some ways and worse in others. It was like taking a warm but high-pressured shower after intense exercise.
They caught up with the robots that Kehhaja had just seen free her reccurring partner, hiding on different sides of the wide corridor until they doubled back and passed by harmlessly. Once they were clear the pair got up again and kept going.
Tessa felt incredibly lucky. Not long ago the barefoot girl making unsteady progress across the ice field had the frightening experience of two skating robots passing by, but for some reason they completely ignored her. She certainly wasn't complaining about that!
Then she reached the final stretch, where the whites and blues of her surroundings began to make way for the sightings of greenery in the distance at last. In spite of the numbing of her dark tan feet, the rat girl scurried forwards with an accelerating pace, hoping it would be over soon.
Her optimism was brought to a quick end when the sound of rapidly-approaching skating began to fade in from the distance behind her. Already aware from her previous encounter with the area's hunters that they didn't have any tickling intent, she really didn't want to find out what they would do if they caught her.
As uncomfortable as it was, she willed her body to start running across the ice. The northern part of the hunt map didn't have too much in the way of clothing deprivation, so she wasn't too thankful that she still had the rest of her clothing that was helping her a little to keep warm.
She was sure she wasn't going to make it before the metal predators swept her off her feet, knocked her over or made some other action that would consign her to their intentions. But as the ice beneath her frozen-feeling legs began to transition back to grass, she heard a loud skidding sound that couldn't have been more than a few seconds behind.
Turning back, she got a good look at the robot - no, there were two of them - as they brought themselves to a halt before their skates would fail them, and begrudgingly turned around to seek another girl to detain. Relieved that the action was over, Tessa turned back and made her way toward the finish line.
Sheilla would have wished she could say the same, but she was still being towed along the railway. She was approaching an hour in this discomforting setup now, and was trying to remember where the dips below the track were so she could avoid them.
Her discovery that she could change track when the drone in front of her blinked one of its side-mounted indicator lights was a fluke; she'd just started struggling one time when it had and it moved her across the track. She'd yet to experiment further but it seemed like all she needed to do was pull back more against the cable.
Currently she was directly behind the wolf girl that had rolled by when she was caught, on the middle track. She'd changed track a few times as well, so either she had worked things out as well or had just been convincing her own cable-puller to change with her enthused struggling.
Just now they'd come out of a section of dipped track that they both had to endure, their contrasting muffled protests about that saw Lash's more energetic feral shrieking almost drown out her more measured groans from the tense pulling between her legs.
Sheilla had an odd thought, that it was almost a pity the cable was pulling at the front of her waist. As unsafe as it might have been, if it was connected to a collar instead it would have been pulling her along like a leash... Blushing at the thought, she shook her head quickly to dispel it and focus on her situation.
Both of the small white wheeled units began blinking their left-hand lights, and the girl at the back of the convoy watched the black-tailed girl ahead of her fidget about recklessly to convince hers to move her across. That seemed like a risk, if the next dip in the ground would be there she'd get punished again.
But after she was moved over, the other captive girl suddenly began to slow down. Before she knew it, Sheilla was pulled beyond and away, leaving her alone. A minute later she saw the middle track dip again, groaning first in frustration and then discomfort. Why this one again??
Lash was glad that the train ride was finally coming to an end. As the drone slowed until they were both coming to a stop, it began blinking all of its lights like some kind of electronic toy. A few minutes later a pair of the cart-riding robots that had caught her and occasionally passed by her captivity appeared.
The flashing must have been some kind of beacon or signal to call them over to free her, she realised as they proceeded to do so. Finally detaching the damned towing cable from the front of her belt, they also unclasped the other one from the wires overhead.
But to her annoyance they didn't remove it. Instead they unexpectedly gave it a sharp tug upwards to restore the pressure between her legs, making her grunt as they wound the surplus cable tightly around the belt and locked it there to prevent her being able to remove the awkward tension.
After untying her hands next, they finally detached the cuffs of the spreader bar, one ankle at a time. At last she could bring her legs together, lifting her skate-clad feet off the ground to bend her knees for the first time in too long. Lash leaned forward to help them take the wiffle ball out of her mouth, only to see them turn away.
Then they threw all of the used restraints onto the cart. She wasn't expecting them to hop onto it themselves after that, but once they'd packed up and retrieved the drone that had been pulling her along, they accelerated away before she could think of a way to stop them.
Watching them depart for a moment, she was bemused that they'd left her with the skates, gag and safety wear on. Stepping awkwardly out of the track where other girls might roll through at any moment, she sat down on the dirt ground and began trying to take them off with her own freed hands.
Starting with the gag, she was irritated to find it wasn't coming off. Instead of a buckled strap like she'd anticipated, there was some kind of rectangular block of metal at the back. She hoped it didn't need a key, while turning her attentions to the skates that didn't seem like they'd come off so easily either.
As a different pair of robots quietly arrived from the tracks on the far side, Lash unwittingly proved that even this far into the hunt and after this much time, some of the contestants were unaware that being caught in an area once doesn't make them immune to getting caught again.
In the observatory past the end of the hunt, Eria found her explanation of the monitors and their controls rudely interrupted when Violet suddenly burst out laughing about something. Speaking up to prevent her voice being drowned out, she tried to continue showing a recent arrival how they worked.
Miriam seemed academically intrigued by the display of all the areas and their timeline control, and once she understood it she tried it out for herself to find out what kind of captivities she'd missed in the places she'd visited.
Letting her experiment, the light-blue haired girl returned her watchful attention to The Betting Room's displays, in time to watch a very light green haired and pale-skinned girl being set loose by volunteers from the excitable audience around the stage.
Cecelia had left to fetch some food for them both, but that was a while ago now. The smaller girl idly wondered what was taking her so long. She heard from Violet that some of the others had recently made it out so maybe there was a queue.
Back in the Tribal Jungle, the hunters even in the visual sense were on the lookout for the one girl left in their territory after freeing the three they had. Once some of them had found her, Risa didn't really stand a chance. Even unpleasantly diving through a bush in her underwear to escape one small group only delayed them crowding around her.
Surrounded by too many flint-tipped spears to even think about getting away, Risa could only surrender and follow their direction quietly to continue her record of getting captured everywhere she went.
After a bewildering entry where she was presented with the empty portal wall, Jessy rushed through the Sole Cleansing Facility without any interruption at all. It was as though whatever threat was meant to be here had disappeared after thinking all the girls had already made it further than this.
The barefoot brunette that somehow still kept her white tee shirt and shorts after all her captures. As she found the exit before any sign of trouble, she worried that maybe this place was just defective and all of the other girls who'd been here were given an easy passage too.
Without any way to tell she charged onward, breaking a mysterious pattern by turning right and hurrying ahead to enter the Red Cheek Asylum. That name was a cause for concern, and as she began moving through the building its dim lighting and padded cells seen through dull windows weren’t any more friendly.
But she wouldn't be fazed. She’d been stuck in the cave all morning and the forest most of the afternoon, but now she’d got through another area within an hour. She felt that if other girls were getting caught elsewhere and she kept moving quickly, she still had a chance.
The great escape from being in last place was on!
The only girl to be caught here - if repeatedly - was in different spirits, even though she was minutes away from freedom once more. She’d spent too long today lying on her front trapped within a white straitjacket and a black combination of blindfold and panel gag to be in a cheerful mood.
Her newest capture brought a few more awful slaps, and by now but it felt uncomfortable to roll over. Tenna was convinced her butt was bruised from all the spanking by now, but the nurses had always known to stop before it was hurt that badly.
When she heard the heavy door getting unlocked again, she willed herself to roll onto her side for just long enough to be able to kneel. The last time a nurse freed her after turning her over first, which left her sitting in discomfort while they removed the mask and gag. She wanted to avoid that this time if it could be helped.
Fortunately it could, and the robotic girl compliantly unlocked and removed the turquoise-haired girl’s facial coverings while she rested on her bare knees and shins instead. Tenna was strangely glad the light here wasn’t very bright, so it wasn’t hurtful to adjust to its return.
She hadn’t held out much hope that the captor would bring her old clothes or other replacements in, so she wasn’t disappointed to find there weren’t any waiting for her to get changed into. Instead, just like before, the nurse allowed her to leave the cell now and keep the tight straitjacket.
Out in the corridors once more, it wasn’t long before she naturally got concerned about being caught here yet again. The asylum had proven disturbingly effective at catching her by this point, and she would have been amazed to know she was the only one.
So when she found a pair of vast open doors and the enduring light of the summer afternoon flowing in, Tenna was too surprised even to feel relief. Stepping out onto the softer ground after too many hours of padding and metal, she shivered a little at first from her bare legs finding the open air.
With her arms still held awkwardly at her front from the straitjacket she could only jog slowly forwards over the thankfully soft trail. Reaching what would be the last choice between two blank signs for her, the diminutive girl turned right and kept moving towards Tropical Gale.
At the far side of the map, Keiko was suffering in her encore on that stage. As the first and to date only girl to be re-captured, she was worried they they would try to make her take something else off, particularly since most of it was trapped beneath her body harness.
But once they’d tied her against exactly the same pole she was secured against before, they brought over a pair of white thigh-highs and began sliding them over her legs just so they could see her struggle to remove them again. The flighty domestic girl found it all slightly disturbing.
At first she thought they had simply retrieved the pair she had eventually removed earlier, but she quickly found from how the material felt that they were new. It was a coincidence that they matched, but trapped on the stage she wasn’t in a good position to know that.
That was some time over an hour ago, and Keiko had settled into the awkward and uncomfortable routine of temporarily bending her legs up to snag part of their freshly-added covering on the body harness she’d received from the previous area.
The pole to her left was vacant now, Miss Joker having been set free a while ago. On the other side though, Moriko was making better progress than when the rabbit-themed girl had arrived. Somehow she’d managed to peel one of her socks halfway using just her chin and collar.
But now she was back, the smaller girl noticed her method and hurried to copy it. Now she only had one left and was probably going to get past the tipping point where she could pin it down with her other heel to slide her foot out.
There was another girl with red fur and pointed ears that she had seen during her second capture, but she was occupying the pole past Moriko and was somewhere behind her now. The vocal grunts of frustration from back there made it obvious she was still here and apparently faring worse.
Returning to her own situation, she strained once more to try and snag her toes between one of the straps just below her chest. As she did the short rope beneath the harness, running tightly between her legs, began to pinch awfully.
Keiko flinched, accidentally kicking herself in the breast lightly while stretching her leg out and quickly adjusting her seating on the stage’s floor to relieve the uncomfortable sensation of that rope. She wouldn’t be free for well over another hour at this rate...