Pris and Regina, strolling through no-man’s-land, couldn’t decide whether to eat before or after making love. As they walked, Regina kept two fingers curled in Pris’ pussy, and Pris managed to keep her sex-wetted forefinger half an inch inside Regina’s asshole. Such stimulation fostered their inclination to stop for some full-on loving, but just then they happened on a sizeable length of wire fencing lying loose on the ground.

“This would make the perfect snare to trap some food,” Regina suggested.

Pris agreed. “But,” she said, “wouldn’t we need some kind of bait?”

“Indeed we would, and you would make the most perfectest bait,” Regina decided.

“Shouldn’t we do rock-paper-scissors to –”

“No,” Regina declared.

After setting the trap, Regina waited behind a small rise. It didn’t take long for someone to happen along.

“My goodness gracious, what have we here?” said the creature. “Sweetie, are you okay?”

“Aren’t you going to cut me loose?” Pris asked.

“I was thinking more along the lines of fucking you,” said the creature. “But that wire thing seems to be in the way. If I had some shears maybe I could—”

Regina interrupted the creature’s musing by conking him atop his head. With the prisoner wrapped in iron mesh, and Pris standing guard, Regina set off to find firewood.

When the creature regained consciousness, he begged Pris to free him. “I was only kidding about fucking you,” he said.

“No kidding,” Pris said. “If I had some shears I could snip the wire, but with your cock stuck up like that I’m afraid I might just slice it off. I wonder if there’s a way I could make it dwindle enough so I could—”

Just then Regina came over the rise. “Look what I caught,” she said, holding up the hare. “Leave that ugly beast be and let’s feast. Then we can make love, and then, if we’re still hungry, we can have the creature for dessert.”

Pris thought that was a good plan, and it turned out it was.