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!
As a little girl, Kelly Ann was once taken to see a fox hunt. It seemed so exciting and fun at the time. The tall men in their red coats, riding the horses. The sounds of the horn, the yelping of the hounds and shouts of "Tallyho!"
She had never once considered it from the little fox's point of view! Now she was living that role. Even with only one rider and no hounds, she knew there was little chance of escape. She flew through the woods, dodging trees and bushes, the warm air flowing around her nearly nude body and her breasts jiggling with every step.
Her only thought was to reach the back wall of the estate. If she could climb over and get to a neighbor's house she could reach safety. Yes, it would be a total embarrassment to show up at the Rockefeller's mansion wearing only fox ears, paws and a tail, but the consequences of not getting there were even worse.
She couldn't help thinking as she ran nearly naked through the woods how freeing it was. Whenever she had been outside before she had always been wearing long gowns, over heavy petticoats with maybe even a corset! Running without clothes felt good and frankly a bit sexy. How nice this would be if she and David were just doing the hunt for fun one afternoon. He could chase her, catch her, then push her to the ground in a place covered with soft moss, spread her legs and take his reward for his success, delighting them both. Now if he caught her it would be a awful ending: death for her and horror for him when he'd he recovered from the hypnosis and realized what he had done to his beloved.
She tried to think of things to slow the Hunter's pursuit. (She didn't like to think of him as David, as David would never endanger her like this if he was in his right mind -- Well, there was the time he tied her to the railroad tracks in front of a oncoming locomotive, but that was before they really got to know each other!)
She reached a small stream. She was going to cross it when it occurred so her that she had heard that you could use a stream like this to cause a pack of perusing dogs to lose your scent. There were no dogs, but Kelly Ann decided that running up or down stream in the water for a bit, before crossing might make it difficult for the Hunter to track her as he would have to check the banks on both sides and directions to see where she had continued into the woods.
The idea worked. She heard the sound of the horse fall behind for a few minutes giving her a chance to reach the wall.
When she reached the back of the estate, however, her heart sank. The wall was a dozen feet high and topped with sharp glass fragments embedded in concrete. Without clothes she would be cut to shreds even if she found a way to ascend the smooth surface. And climbing the wall would be impossible. The "paws" she had on her hand were like mittens and gripping anything was difficult. They were also tied tightly and the wrists, so they could not be removed.
The area next to the wall had been cleared of vegetation, however, so she could move easily along it. She decided there must be a location where the stream entered the estate under the wall, and maybe she could use that opening to escape.
She had jogged perhaps a few hundred feet along the wall, when behind her she heard the crash of something coming through the foliage. It was the Hunter on his horse! He spotted her immediately and set his horse galloping toward her to ride her down, as he pulled the revolver out of his pocket.
Kelly Ann needed to get away from the wall, but the forest was thick here and impenetrable. Then she noticed a break in bushes. It was a hole, not much more than knee high, probably made by some animal. Kelly Ann dropped to her knees and dove into it crawling as fast as she could as the sound of the horses hooves thundered towards her.
Working her way through the tight, twisty foliage lined tunnel, Kelly Ann decided that this might be a lucky break. There was no way the Hunter could follow her on horseback. He'd have to dismount to crawl through the tunnel himself or go around. Just as she had thought, she heard the horse stop, and someone dismount and enter the small break in the bushes. An least they were both on foot now, putting them on equal terms.
After a couple of minutes of crawling, Kelly Ann burst out into a wide open glen, completely surrounded by thick forest. Suddenly she realized that her lucky escape had become a trap. The Hunter was seconds behind her and there was no cover here for her to hide behind. She darted toward the far end side of the glen, but was only halfway there before the Hunter burst from the woods, gun in hand.
Caught in the middle of the glen, she turned to face him and made a final plea for her life.
"David, please! No! she cried.
His expression was flat. The raised the revolver and aimed.
