The beautiful blonde ran desperately across the muddy ploughed field. Her hands were tied behind her, her bare feet slipping and scrambling in the muddy furrows. She could hear the baying of the hounds in the distance and the noise of a horn being blown. They were closer now. She knew that the hounds had her scent. She was nude.
Looking closely at the tearful beauty you'd no doubt recognize her. Despite the mud that streaked her face, body and hair it was obvious that she was an utterly stunning creature. Her figure was gloriously well-curved, full breasts that bounced provocatively as she ran, a trim waist, excitingly flared hips, shapely legs. Her emerald-blue eyes were long-lashed, her cheekbones high and delicate. Strangely perhaps, a pair of whiskers had been crudely drawn upon that achingly beautiful face, visible despite the tear-streaked mud that was caked to it in places.
You'd be right that she was familiar. Indeed, someone precisely like this had once been a famous actress. But that had been before cloning.
The mud-strewn beauty currently stumbling across the furrowed field knew nothing of the history - of Professor Thaddeus Jones and his technique to clone X chromosomes from single strands of DNA. Of his discovery in 2021 of a refined method that could produce a perfect female clone of any desired age from undifferentiated organic material; how the technique had been hacked and made public so that cheap female clones had flooded the market - even more so once it had been realised that clones could be made from other clones. Now there were millions of female clones and our fleeing prey was one amongst hundreds of thousands of clones developed from the single DNA donation of a one-time female celebrity.
All of them, like her, now cheap, replaceable commodities.
In Britain, fox-hunting had been banned in the previous century, but it had been established that there was no specific law banning the use of clones for prey, and hunting syndicates were eager buyers of clones for their now frequent meets. This was the first time they'd hunted this particular clone, and she was proving a good hunt so far.
The gorgeous blonde's mind was whirling as she fled.
"Oh God! They're closer now. They can only be a field or two away. Hunting me! How is it possible? The last thing I remember is going to that DNA test and now this! Have I been kidnapped or something? I must be able to find help somewhere. I just need to find someone else. Someone to help me. Oh God! It's getting muddier. I mustn't slip, yet I have to keep running, I just have to make sure I don't lose my bala - aahh!"
The leggy lovely stumbled, falling over one of the furrows, finding herself face down in the mud. Oh God! The hounds would soon catch her at this rate. She scrambled desperately to her feet and raced toward a wood at the edge of the field. She knew that with her hands tied tightly behind her she wouldn't be able to climb trees or anything, but at least she might find a bit of cover. Unfortunately between her and the wood was a large patch of stinging nettles. Afraid of her soft bare skin being stung, the nude beauty began to traverse around the nettles.
A loud "Halloa!" and another blast on a hunting horn told her that she'd been spotted and, throwing caution to the wind, the girl plunged headlong through the bank of waist-high nettles, trying hard to ignore the stinging barbs that now assailed her from all sides. She had to get to the wood! It was her only chance. Her body stung with a thousand tiny prickles from the cruel nettles but she made it through to the edge of the trees.
With horror she saw that that the wood was surrounded by a barbed wire fence. She looked back to see the horses now down the hill, only two fields away, and the hounds even closer, streaming through a gap in a hedge. Could she risk the barb wire? She had to. There was no going back now. At any rate she didn't want to face the nettles again.
She dropped to her back, and inch by inch, tried to find her way under the lowest strand of wire. She whimpered as a sharp barb pricked her left breast. She tried to wriggle lower, but with her hands trapped behind her it was impossible. For the first time in her life she cursed the shapeliness of her lovely figure. She certainly would not be able to go any further without the wire slicing into her tender flesh.
With difficulty the curvaceous beauty got back to her feet. She decided to make her way along the barbed wire fence. Surely there'd be a weak point somewhere? After a moment or two she came to a place where the fence was as sturdy as ever but the ground beneath it had been scooped out a little, a puddle forming there. It was of stagnant water, thick green scum pervading its surface; it stank badly, but the blonde beauty knew that she'd no choice if she wanted to get under the fence and into the wood. She lowered herself onto her back and, squirming, inched her lovely body into the disgusting slime. The water was about six inches deep, and she could feel the oozing mud beneath that.
Tearfully she wriggled her supine body under the wire, her prominent breasts now at the same level as the lowest strand of wire. She carefully manoeuvred herself so that her sensitive nipples passed between the wickedly-pointed barbs and eventually managed to get both breasts underneath the barrier. Her head was last, and entailed lowering her lovely blonde mane fully into the disgusting slime. The girl shuddered as she felt the stinking, stagnant water oozing into her ears.
Bravely the delectable blonde made her way through and, breathing heavily, her skin and hair an absolute mess, got back to her feet, at least now with some sort of barrier between herself and the ravenous, slavering teeth of the howling hounds that had pursued her fleeing form over hill and dale.
