Posted by Extranjero on October 01, 2004 at 14:43:23:
FOX HUNT
“How dare they?” Sophie sniffed, and took a sip of her white wine. “They’re putting people’s livelihood at risk!”
The other girls all nodded with self-righteous vehemence. They were sitting by the open hearth: the dying firelight tinged their pretty cheeks. The country pub was growing quiet. It was nearly closing time. The night beyond the windows was opaque.
“Foxes are just vermin,” said Victoria haughtily. “Those townies don’t live in the real world.”
Four of them had ridden with the hunt that afternoon, determined to defy the coming ban. Sophie was an elegant young snob with malt-dark hair, and doe eyes that had hardened with disdain. Victoria was petite and spoilt, with glasses and a self-important pout. And Anna was the daughter of the local landowner: a posh blonde with pale eyes and a sly smile. Sarah was the fourth of them, but didn’t share their breeding. She was a sweet-faced nurse with golden curls. People were surprised to learn she had a taste for hunting. It wasn’t just a pastime of the rich.
The raw excitement of the chase had faded to a pleasurable glow. Anna sipped her G&T. “It’s not the kill that matters – it’s the thrill.” The others murmured their assent, remembering the dash across the fields. They’d come back flushed and sweaty in their riding coats and breeches, but now their dress was smartly casual.
Susie was a stable girl: she hadn’t joined the hunt, but she supported it as fiercely as the rest. She was a perky, short-haired blonde with mischievous blue eyes. Her jeans and England rugby shirt contrasted with her friends’ designer clothes. She drained her pint. “They reckon they can trample us,” she said. “But the countryside’s much wilder than they think!”
“Hear, hear,” muttered Sophie. She despised the people who opposed her sport. Sarah smirked, encouraged by the others’ confidence. Sophie worked in real estate, but she still had all the poise of a school prefect.
It was time to go. The night outside was boundless, black as coal. They clambered into Anna’s 4x4. “If the fox feels pain, that’s too damn bad,” said Victoria tipsily. The car rolled down the darkened lane. “They’re never going to stop us,” Susie vowed.
Then a van appeared in the car headlights. “Shit,” said Anna, treading on the brake. The vehicle had halted and it blocked the narrow road. Its lights were off. “For God’s sake …” Sophie said.
Anna thumped the horn as they sat waiting, and shadows sprang out of the roadside hedge. They opened the car doors before the shocked girls could react. As hooded figures hauled them out, they had their first taste of a fox’s fear.
* * *
Susie halted, panting, then struck off into the gloom. The darkness followed like a wall of earth. The field was black and featureless around her. Her panic fizzled brightly in her head.
The hooded men had stripped her to her panties, then whipped her buttock with a riding crop. She’d squealed and stumbled clear when they released her. In moments she had lost them – and herself.
She paused again and bit her lip, still rubbing at her arse. The night air had a chill to it. Her breasts felt swollen and her nipples stiff. They’d crammed a riding hat onto her boyishly short hair, and made her put a pair of white gloves on. A parody of hunting dress – which made her realise who the bastards were.
Animal rights fanatics. They were playing games with her. Part of her felt furious; another part was trying not to cry. Despite the dark, her nudity unnerved her. She’d never felt so dreadfully exposed.
Hugging herself, she glanced around. The night was overcast. The clouds seemed low enough to touch. She heard a rustling sound from somewhere close. Whimpering, she scurried in the opposite direction. A sweaty feeling prickled her bare back.
Thunder grumbled, far away. A flash lit up the skyline. She glimpsed a silhouetted shape, and then it disappeared. Susie’s stomach shrank against her backbone. She froze and waited like a nervous deer.
Someone was moving round the field. She sensed him in the murk. Susie’s bosom rose and fell. She tried to quell the rasping of her breath. And what about the others? Were they hiding somewhere close? She couldn’t help but wish that he would take off after one of them instead.
Then a dazzling beam of light shone full into her face. She gasped and raised her hands to shield her eyes. The gesture left her plump breasts unprotected. A .22 rifle gave a brittle crack.
The bullet hit her left breast with a thud and punctured it. “Ngh!” she grunted, stupefied with shock. Reeling back, she groped at her hurt bosom, but the slug had burrowed through into her lung.
A crushing pain made her grimace. She scarcely heard the clicking rifle bolt. Then a second bullet nicked the disc of her right nipple and thumped into the breast so that it bounced. Susie squawked and clutched herself, her face a mask of woe. She dimly realised she had wet herself.
The marksman worked his bolt again and squeezed off one more round. A neat black spot appeared on Susie’s brow. Her head flipped back, her bosom swelled, and then her legs gave way. She crumpled like a doll into the grass.
The light went out again. The girl lay slumped where she had fallen. Ignoring her, the hunters crossed the field. Nobody was likely to investigate the shots. The locals were used to “lamping” hunts, which used bright lights to mesmerise their prey.
Victoria heard the shooting all too clearly. She was hiding on the far side of the hedge. Like Susie, she was nude apart from knickers, hat and gloves. A surge of dread sent quivers through her flesh. She blinked through her big glasses as the twigs began to snap. Her privileged background couldn’t save her here.
She took off like a rabbit through the murk of the next field. Her heart was pounding thickly in her chest. A wink of lightning made her cringe, convinced that she’d be spotted. Then a raindrop struck her shoulder, followed by a steady, hissing shower.
She was soaking wet by the time she reached the hedgerow, and shivering with cold as well as fear. Her large breasts glistened in the gloom. Her dark hair clung, bedraggled, to her neck. She pulled her hat down closer to her glasses, and cast around for some way through the hedge. Grizzling wretchedly, she groped along and found a gap. A stile gave access to the field beyond.
Panting with relief, she clambered up onto the step, not seeing the taut wire between the posts. Her wet breasts brushed against it as she leaned across the stile. Her nipples stiffened in a bluish flash.
Victoria bucked and jerked as electricity blazed through her, like white-hot pins and needles in her tits. “Geeeeeeeeegh!” she wailed through gritted teeth, lit up like a blue angel, and then her life went out like a blown fuse. Her body doubled forward to hang limply from the stile, her bare flesh steaming faintly in the rain.
Sophie cowered from the flash – but it was only lightning. Rain poured down her lissom curves. The sudden crack of thunder made her flinch. Out here in the open, it was menacingly loud. She sobbed and floundered on across the field.
A while ago, she’d been a smart young lady. Now she wore a riding hat, a sopping pair of briefs and nothing else. The raindrops stung her tender breasts and gnarled her silky hair. Her briefs had turned transparent and their soggy texture made her want to squirm.
She still could not accept that this was happening, but the rain kept drumming on her pampered skin. It dribbled off her hat brim as she peered into the murk. She’d never felt so wretched in her life.
Another flash lit up the fields, and Sophie glimpsed a cluster of dark buildings. It had to be a farm where she could shelter and get help. With her heartbeat throbbing frantically, she picked her way towards it. No lights showed at the windows. They’d be in their beds by now.
The promise of a warm fire urged her forward. She glanced around, then headed for the yard. The dim bulk of a vehicle was parked outside the farmhouse. Its headlamps blazed abruptly into life.
Sophie froze at once, her dark eyes squinting. The dazzle paralysed her like a rabbit in the middle of the road. Then a muffled twang cut through the downpour. An arrow from a hunting crossbow streaked out of the glare and struck her chest.
“Hgh!” gasped Sophie, rearing back. She clutched her breasts and twisted half around. Her tawny nipples hardened with the pain of being transfixed. The posh girl groaned in misery before collapsing to the muddy track.
She came to rest tits-up, her wet briefs plastered to her pussy. The rain washed over her and gurgled past. The headlights died again and left her gleaming in the darkness. The farm remained as silent as a morgue.
The storm blew on to rumble in the distance. The rain became a drizzle, then died out. Sarah waited, curled up in the shelter of a hedge. Her golden hair was dark and stringy, and she was as drenched as her dead friends. On a recent demonstration to protest the ban on hunting she had dressed up as a daring bunny girl. She hadn’t dreamed of ending up much barer – and this time with no crowd to cheer her on.
Miserably she looked up from beneath her riding hat. The sky was getting lighter in the east. At last this endless, wretched night was over. And then she heard the baying of the hounds.
Her cold, wet skin grew colder and her heart began to thud. She struggled to her feet and peered around. The fields around her were still dark, but a lamp gleamed in the distance. A farmhouse, much too far away. The pack had got her scent.
Gasping, Sarah fled along the hedgerow. The dogs were drawing closer all the time. Her shapely bosom joggled as she flailed across a field. Her breath was rasping, bitter in her throat.
She glanced over her shoulder as the hounds came into view. Their shapes were wolfish in the predawn light. Whimpering with terror, she pushed on towards a wood, her bare feet slipping on the rain-soaked grass. The trees loomed closer, charcoal-black against the paling sky. The dogs were getting very close. They meant to sink their teeth into her arse.
She reached the wood and hauled herself into the nearest tree. The leading hounds snapped vainly at her heels. They barked and snarled out of the gloom. She crouched above them, panting. Her eyes were wide and full of tears. How could a nice young nurse be caught like this?
Then she glimpsed the human shapes below her. She cowered helplessly as they approached. “I give up,” she quavered, “let me go … You’ve had your fun.” She had to raise her voice above the hounds.
“You’re right,” a muffled voice agreed. “It’s not the kill that matters – it’s the thrill.” There were chuckles from around the tree, and Sarah squirmed in fearful dismay. She clapped her damp gloves to her breasts, concealing her big nipples. “Oh please,” she sobbed, “I’m not a bloody fox!”
“Aren’t you, now?” a hunter mocked and raised a 12-bore shotgun. “Oh no!” she squeaked, and then the weapon belched. The wad of pellets whacked into her belly. “Ougghh!” she gasped and doubled forward, clasping at her gut with bloody gloves. The man discharged the second barrel, peppering her tits. The hot slugs seared her tender flesh. She screamed with pain and toppled from the tree.
Her body thudded face-down to the grass and lay unmoving, her arms now resting primly at her sides. The hounds came up and sniffed at her. One snuffled at the bulge between her thighs. Then the faceless men moved on and the dogs followed in silence. The last man picked the dead girl up and shouldered her limp weight.
He lugged her drooping body to a truck parked in the lane. The other girls lay tangled in the back. Susie’s woeful face was pillowed on Victoria’s tits, and sulky Sophie lolled against them both. The hunter added Sarah to the tableau. The nurse’s pellet-riddled breasts jogged ripely as her body slumped to rest.
Anna stared with wide blue eyes, just stifling a wail with her gloved hand. She was crouching twenty yards away, her pallid body quivering with cold. She’d heard the hounds, the thud of shots, and Sarah’s piercing cry. Her friends had all been murdered now. She was the last one left.
Anna was sleek and statuesque, a model of good breeding, but her pampered smugness had been washed away. She was proud of her full figure, always keen to show it off – but not like this, alone and soaking wet. Hugging herself, she cowered behind a thicket. The cover of the dark was fading out. The figure in the balaclava lingered by the truck. He was ogling the tangle of dead girls. The thought of meeting the same fate constricted Anna’s throat. She turned away and bolted like a hare.
Terrified, she realised he had seen her. Her breasts heaved as she panted up the hill. A frantic glance behind her showed him coming at her heels. A skein of wet blonde hair trailed in her eyes. Adrenaline pumped through her, giving wings to her bare feet. She knew she could outrun him if she tried. The sound of her own whimpering resounded in her ears. Her freezing flesh was warming up at last.
As she reached the crest, a russet shadow crossed her path. Its head came round to look at her. She stared into a vixen’s feral eyes. The animal was unafraid. It mocked her with its coolness. Sobbing now, she blundered on, but the hooded man was breathing down her neck.
He pounced like a dog and brought her down. She squealed and struggled clear. A fox might meet its end like this, but she had never had much sympathy. So what if it was torn apart? The countryside was cruel. And nobody was going to spoil her fun …
She squirmed around to fight him off and he seized her by the throat. Anna gurgled as he throttled her. She flailed at him and stuck her tits out, nipples stiff as stalks. Her rain-slicked body twisted like a fish.
The hunter grinned behind his mask and strangled the posh bitch. Her tongue poked out and curled onto her cheek. Her heavy breasts sagged limply and her arms fell to her sides. He choked her for a minute more, then let her body slump against his chest.
Hoisting the fresh kill over his shoulder, he carried her downhill towards the truck. Anna dangled silent and submissive, like a rider who had had a fatal fall. Her naked friends were waiting to embrace her. The fox looked on indifferently, then turned away and slunk into the dawn.