Damsel in Distress 8: Fox Hunt - Part 1
With her heart pounding Kelly Ann stopped running when she reached the first strand of trees at the edge of the forest. Catching her breath she stared down into a tiny, still pond that had formed in between the elms after the recent rain. She could see herself clearly in the reflection. Her golden blond hair was now a brownish red, which blended perfectly with the pointed ears attached to her head and the paws tied to her hands and feet. As she turned her body she could also see the long fox tail butt plug firmly embedded in her ass swing back and forth. If the situation wasn't so dire, she might have enjoyed how the outfit, the only thing she was now wearing, made her look like a hot and sexy animal!
Just then, however, she heard the trumpet sound. The hunt was now on and the Hunter would be only minutes away. And if she got caught, it would be fatal. As fear shook her, body, she headed deeper into the woods, hoping to prolong the pursuit, but fearing that she already knew how it would end.
ONE HOUR EARLIER
At first it just seemed like a nightmare: waking up to see her Aunt's menacing face staring at her. She had this dream at least once a week. Usually it just caused her to curl up tighter with her bodyguard, David, who often shared her bed. After a few moments, however, she realized this time it was no dream.
"Suzanne, how did you get in my mansion!" she exclaimed.
"No wall can keep me out," answered her evil, but quite beautiful aunt. "Haven't you realized that by now?"
Kelly Ann, coming to the conclusion she must have been drugged and out for a while, took stock of her situation. She was on the patio of her magnificent house, looking out into the extensive "backyard" that was really a walled area at least a mile deep and wide. Across a small sea of grass, a thick woods blocked the view of the far wall.
She was standing with her hands tied above her head to a rope attached to a hook on the roof that covered the patio. Looking at her own body, she was naked, except for furry gloves, foot coverings and something up her butt. Oh, and there were two things glued to her head too.
"I guess you are wondering what's going on," laughed the tall brunette dressed in a black leather jacket, riding pants and boots. "Well, while you were asleep, I turned you into an animal. A pretty little fox, to be precise!"
Suddenly the outfit made sense to Kelly Ann.
"Suzanne, you are a psycho!" Kelly Ann replied.
"Perhaps," she nodded, "but I'm not without a sense of fun. I thought we should have a fox hunt, today, in celebration of my return. Oh, and her comes our hunter!"
Suzanne pointed to a man coming from the stables, leading a horse and dressed in a traditional fox hunting costume - black hat, red coat, white pants and boots - carrying a horn. With a shock, she realized it was her bodyguard, David!
"Don't bother begging him for help!" her aunt said. "I've already hypnotized him. He thinks he's a fox hunter and he only sees you as the fox."
David's bland expression showed Kelly Ann that Suzanne had indeed succeeded in mesmerizing her bodyguard once again.
"In a minute, I'm going to set you free. Then I suggest you run for those woods," Suzanne said, grinning at her helpless niece. "I'll give you five minutes, then I'm going to send the hunter after you, and when he catches you..."
Suzanne reached into her tight leather jacket, and produced a revolver, which she handed to David. He tucked it into his pocket.
"Suzanne," I can't believe you are my aunt!" Kelly Ann cried, "how could I have such evil in my family!"
"Oh, don't pretend you are so different than me!" her aunt cackled. "I saw that 'playroom' you have upstairs. You share a few of our family kinks! In fact, part of me is so sad to end our relationship. So I've decided to keep some of you with me wherever I go!"
She picked up a leather case from the table and unrolled it. Tucked neatly away in its pockets was a set of very sharp looking knives and other nasty devices. She handed it to David, who put in the horse's saddlebag.
"I've always admired your smooth, perfect, skin," she said, stroking Kelly Ann's belly. "So I've given the Hunter instructions to skin the fox and bring it's pelt back to me after he catches it. I'm thinking your little ass will make for a nice set of gloves. An maybe your tummy can be turned into a lovely pocketbook and, as for the skin of your thighs? I'm actually keeping a diary of my kinky sexual escapades and I'm thinking that part of you would make for a nice leather cover, with you pussy gracing the spine!"
"You are mad!" Kelly Ann said, in brave defiance.
"Oh, and as for that pretty little head of yours?" replied her aunt. "I think I will have it stuffed and mounted on the wall right next between the deer and the moose in the downstairs hall. We can mount you below the shoulders so that your pretty tits are on permanent exhibit. My guests will find your display quite amusing at some of the kinky parties I'm planning once I own your mansion!
Kelly Ann shivered in horror. Such a sick idea! She had no doubt that her aunt was capable of carrying out the threat, however. Her only comfort was that she would be dead when her "pelt" was taken from her.
"Well, let's get started!" laughed Suzanne, cutting the rope holding the girls hands. Kelly Ann shook off what was left of the cord, and glanced at David. His cold, empty expression told her there would be no help from there. Her only hope for escape would be to make the temporary shelter of the tree's in the next five minutes, before the hunt began.
Taking flight, she jumped off the patio, and ran for the distant strand of trees.
So is this poor Kelly Ann's fate? To be hunted down like an animal and become fashion accessories and a trophy in her aunt's macabre collection? Find out in our next episode!
Damsel in Distress 8: Fox Hunt - Part 2
Our heroine, costumed as a fox, is running for her life as Suzanne has hypnotized her lover into a fox hunter with orders to skin the heiress once she is caught!
