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Jillian was putting the final air brush strokes to complete Samantha’s face, when the two women heard the dogs howling outside the well appointed bedroom.
“It’s almost time. We must hurry. “, Jillian pressed her hand against Samantha’s forearm and squeezed tightly. Samantha admired Jillian’s work - the airbrush make up had totally transformed Samantha’s whole appearance into that of a very alluring Fox.
Her costume, skin tight, encased the Samantha, accentuating her powerful athletic body. Jillian turned Samantha’s body, admiring her work. Jillian was turned on by her work of art.
She then helped the woman put on the special boots designed to immolate Fox legs, but had the added flexibility so that Samantha could run and climb with ease.
There was only one other addition to...apply - the Fox tail. Jillian covered her long fingers with special jelly and took hold of the Fox tail. The tail, made to look like a Fox tail on one end, had on the other a series of rings - flexible - attached to the rod. This gave the wearer a sexual rush each time the person moved with tail inserted and was designed to hold fast.
“ Lean over, Love, and spread for me.” Jillian commanded in a Domme like tone. Samantha obeyed. As each of the rings entered Samantha’s strong, toned ass, She rose up on the heels of her Fox boots. The feeling was so incredibly intense for Fox, that Samantha gripped the dressing table so hard that she left deep impressions of her fingers into the velvet cloth that covered the top of the table.
“ Ooooooooooh”, Samantha nearly passed out as the last of the rings was now inside her ass. Her vagina, wet with the intensity of the insertion, glistened. Something Jillian took notice of. Jillian bent over and kissed Samantha’s clit as she stroked Samantha’s ass.
KNOCK...
Both women turned in unison. Carter, the Hunter’s man, came in carrying a rosewood box.
“ I will need the item, now. “ he said as he opened the lid.
“ One minute, Carter.” Jillian directed to Carter. She crossed to the bed and retrieved a bright blue pair of soiled panties. These had been worn by Samantha the entire trip to the Lodge -as instructed.
Jillian smelled the panties and smiled, “ The dogs will be pleased. She has a strong scent I assure you.”
She then placed the panties inside the box and closed the lid. “Tell the Hunter that the Fox is ready.”
Carter bowed and left. The dogs again howled. This time both women looked at each other with anxiety knowing that the hunt would be commence soon.
“Run fast and use you senses the best to your ability. Remember the dogs are there to track you. Not hurt. “, Jillian told Samantha. She then gave the Fox a long deep kiss and then lead the Prey from the bedroom.
The layered smell of hay, manure and His morning coffee swept through the well trained nostrils of Mike - the Hunter’s First Dog - as the hound followed Hunter through the horse barn and out towards the Line.
Carter met the two in full dress holding the reins of the horse The Hunter has chosen for this morning’s hunt. ‘Thorough’ was mare’s name. She was half Quarter Horse, and half Thoroughbred.
She had no Jumper in her for a reason. The Prey was a rather excellent runner - She had been a college star athlete in track. The Prey could easily reach the Flag and win the $100,000.00 if the The Hunter didn’t get to her quickly.
In the morning dew, Samantha stretched expertly. As she did, she rolled over in her mind the terms and conditions - --Reach the Flag and the Hunter forfeits $100, 000.00 to Samantha. If the Hunter captures Samantha, she is to obey and do whatever The Hunter has intended for her. However degrading, however sexual it may be.
Samantha could not help but try and visualize what could happen to her if she didn’t make it to the Flag before The Hunter got her. She had asked Jillian and received only a wry smile.
The Fox Tail, now deep inside her ass kept her sexual arousal at a high. Even her neatly trimmed hair around her clit was moist and warm.
Out in the deep grass of the North field of the Estate -The sixteen hand mare stood just behind a four foot statue made of brass and gold. The statue was of a nude woman on her knees, her hands bound behind her. Her hair flowing back, her face looking upwards. This was the Line.
The Hunter, astride the mare, looked over to Mike who was at the ready.
“Mike....Get your bitches.”, The Hunter commanded. At that, Mike howled. There female hounds came running and circled Mike in a frenzy.
Carter walked to the dog pack ceremoniously holding the box containing Samantha’s panties. The Hunter’s man servant opened the box and retrieved the panties. The dogs went wild...especially Mike. Seeing this, The Hunter smiled at his First Dog.
After each dog had it’s turn getting a full sniff of the garment, The Hunter nodded to Carter.
Samantha could see the smoke trail of the flare before she heard the ‘pop’ of the flare gun. She knew she had a 10 minute head start. Samantha streaked out into the morning - heart pounding and a head full of hope.
Mozart’s un-finished Requiem filled the interior of the dark green Land Rover. Jillian, sitting in the driver’s seat, scanned the landscape with high power binoculors searching for Samantha. Jillian knew the terrain well and knew the track that Samantha probably would take. She had taken it herself three years before.
Jillian was once the Fox. Captured by the Hunter, of course, she stayed on with him and now attended to the preparation of the prey. But, now she had become weary of him and his in-attentiveness. Her thoughts were with Samantha. Her desire was now Samantha.
And Jillian had a plan.
At that moment and a quarter of a mile away, Samantha charged up the steep incline of one of the many rolling hills between her and the Flag. Not forty five minutes into the hunt and she was exhausted already. Well trained athletically, she didn’t consider the stringent outfit, the morning heat. And, or course, the effects of her tail. It all simply drained her more than she ever could have imagined.
But, her mind pushed her body forward. Ever forward. Samantha reached the top of the little hill. Winded, bent over with hands on her knees, she heard the howl of the dogs. Samantha turned back.
Four dogs edged their way through the thickets and little hills that she had just managed through. Behind them, a man on horseback. The pack was minutes behind her.
Samantha began to sob a little, knowing that she soon would be caught. And, then...God knows what would happen to her. Her ass ached and she wanted the tail out. But doing that would forfeit her chance for the money.
The pack and horseman descended a hill and then suddenly the group simply stopped. Samantha could see the dogs circling, and the horseman circling them. Surely they had the scent and would be on her soon, Samantha thought.
But, oddly, the pack and horseman turned North instead of East where she was in relationship to them. Three dogs followed a fourth, leaving the rider there at the spot.
Samantha watched the horseman. She knew he could see her. What was he going to do?A moment passed. Then the horseman trailed off towards the North, following the pack of dogs.
Baffled at this good fortune, Samantha laughed nervously, gathered her strength and continued her track towards the known spot of the Flag.
She had fashioned a rope gag that was attached to a pair of steel cuffs. Naked, except for wearing of pair of thigh high leather boots with 6 “ heels, She was kneeling on the soft carpet of new grass. Her knees were spread and tied to stakes. Jillian’s mouth hurt from the rope gag as her wrists, cuffed behind her, involuntarily pulled her head back in a very awkward position.
As she was, she knew that He could not resist her. This was His favorite configuration. It’s what He put Jillian in when she first was the Fox.
Jillian heard the dogs approach and smiled. It was working...the plan. In the less than a minute, she felt the cold, wet nose of Mike. The hound sniffed her and then the bitches joined in.
Her smile vanished when she felt the thunder hooves beating down the new grass. A horse head smacked her shoulder, smearing her with the fluid coming from the flared nostrils of the horse.
Then, Jillian felt His touch. His hands clad in Kid leather gloves, moved about her back...slow and strong.
Her body shook with a mix of hate and desire. The Hunter stood in front of Jillian’s bound body. His hard cock in full view.
“Why, my pet?” He thundered out. The dogs scampered to a small grove of trees. Mike cowered.
The Hunter stripped away the rope gag so that Jillian could speak. With a fist full of her hair, he past lover asked her again, “Why?”
“The Fox will finally win. She and I will leave together. I had to create a diversion. “ Jillian licked her lips as she told her motive.
“Now give me cock one last time, Hunter. And, don’t spare your seed.” She grinned.
“But first tell me...how did you divert Mike?” The Hunter glared at his First Dog. Mike hid behind the bitches.
“I’ve been feeding him late at night. A morsel or two of raw meat. Each time, I wore your favorite fragrance. You turned North because Mike caught the fragrance instead of Samantha.”
“Clever girl.” And with that, the Hunter face fucked Jillian. The Hunter pulled out just before I would have cum.
“Not for you, pet. “ He grinned, and placed his still hard cock inside his pants.
Jillian struggled to find the words after what she just had been put through.
“Save? For whom? Not Samantha. She’s going to beat you.”
A young tree was situated just behind Jillian’s head. With great effort, the Hunter pulled the strong sampling down and, with a short bit of twine, attached the bent tree to Jillian’s knot of hair.
Then, the Hunter released the strong, little tree. Jillian’s head and body jerked up. And with her knees still secured to the stakes, she was posed in an very angle back. Jillian was in pain, but, a luscious pain.
“Now, Jillian, I go to fetch the Fox. Come Dogs!” The Hunter mounted the mare.
“But she will win, I tell you!” Jillian screamed.
“No, my pet. Samantha is set to be snared. Something you had no knowledge of.” With that, the Hunter and the pack dis-appeared leaving Jillian in her terrible predicament.
Samantha heard the dogs..they were closer than ever before. Remembering from the night before...she re-called the topographic map in her mind. She was now in the Thicket - a mere fifty yards from freedom, money...The Flag.
The Thicket was just that - short bushes full of sharp little limbs that tore at her as charged through, determined to make it. She stumbled more than once, but the sound of the hounds at heels, motivated her.
A clearing appeared before her. Seeing this, Samantha smiled knowing she was very, very close. She took a step and tripped over a hidden log. She lost her tail in the tumble. Getting to her feet she saw the tail on the ground. A milli second passed and she made her decision. ‘No mistakes. The rules are the rules’, she whispered to herself.
With that, and with great effort and pain, Samantha put her Tail back in place. Her tears flowed, but ...she was too close. In that moment of pain, one thing from the outside of her pain blurred mind came crashing through - the dogs. Rather the dogs barking. It had stopped. She heard nothing but her own chest fighting for air.
She looked around her...nothing. No sign of the hounds,anywhere. She looke over herself. Little streams of blood...her blood trickled down, smearing Jullian’s well crafted make up.
But, the Flag...Samantha could see it. A crimson, silk Flag whipped about.
Samantha charged...and then she felt the weight of a thing, a body blast into her. She found herself tumbling over and over in the leaves and vines of the Thicket.
God, it was Him - The Hunter. His weight was full on her prone body. Samantha shoved her hips up into his stomach and the man lost his grip on her. She rolled over onto her feet, began to charge to the Flag only to be tripped up.
She slammed to the ground. The Hunter pulled up on her legs trying to get a grip on her hips.
Samantha kicked violently, catching the Hunter in the left cheek. He stopped. She was going to be free.
As she ran towards the Flag, the hound pack circled her, nipping at her heals, but she would not stop. Only Mike was in the way, now. Samantha hurtled the hound and just as she reached towards the silk Flag, a steel cable whipped around her left ankle.
In the second that Samantha screamed out, she was swinging upside down, held in the air by the loop of a steel snare.
The twine that bound Jillian’s knot of hair to the tree...slipped. Jillian, excruciating as it was to pull forward, did so until after a great effort -- her head snapped forward and Jillian was free of the horror of the tree bind.
Reaching with cuffed wrists, she managed to un-bind ankles - her own device. Jillian, once a gymnast, rolled on her back, moved her cuffed wrists up under us supple ass and out past her feet. Her hands were now in front of her.
Naked and running in high heeled boots, the enraged woman sprinted to the Land Rrover. Inside the vehicle, Jillian found the one thing she wanted most at that moment.
At the Flag site, Samantha found her self in a peculiar position. Both her feet were now trapped by the cable. Her hands where now attached up to her ankles, so that her body formed a human triangle.
In her mouth, a leather ‘O’ ring gag forced her mouth wide open.
Her head hung back, her hair just barely touching the ground. She could see the Flag, upside down. Her tears rolled up into her eyes and wetted her hair.
Here whole still swung slightly due to the fact that Mike would hit her body with his paw as if she were his toy.
The multitude of emotions that ran through her mind pratically drove Smantha insane. This was the absolute bottom.
The absolute bottom until....
The Hunter grasped Samantha’s head and slide his hard cock past the ring gag and deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her dry, dry throat. She could not close her mouth, she could not force him out of her.
As the cock drove into her mouth , Samantha could see the Flag - her freedom, everyhting - just behind The Hunter’s hips.
Simultaneously, his leather clad fingers drove deep into her vagina and play at will with her engorged clit. Nothing in life prepared this woman for this event: pain, anguish, sexual desire, hate, remorse.
Samantha began to orgasm as she felt the Hunter moving faster and faster in her mouth. He was about to cum and thought he did when she heard him gasp.
She felt his fingers fall away from her clit and saw his cock and then the whole of body fall away and his the ground.
“Dogs!!! Go!!” Samantha knew that voice. It was Jillian! She saw Jillian pull the Flag and drive it’s shaft into the body of the Hunter. In Jillian’s hand was a long dagger covered in the Hunter’s blood.
Samantha could not answer when Jillian asked her if she wanted more of the wine. The bath was too warm, the wine too delicious and the site of Jillian, nude and covered wit h white soapy suds - it was all too un-real.
With Carter’s help -whom had his own need to escape all the Hunt insanity- the two women had half of the money and a hotel in somewhere no one would ever know who or what happened.
Even after a month, Mike would circle and piece of ground just inside the Thicket. He moved several times and then lay at one spot. Not moving all night until morning
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