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The woman lay gasping under the thick brush, trying to catch her breath,exhausted from running. Her legs were scratched and bruised form the many thicketsshe had stumbled through and her clothes – simple exercise bra and cyclingshorts – were stained with sweat, dirt, and blood. She could hear thebaying of the hounds as the hunters – her pursuers – drew nearto her hiding place deep in the bush. A manicured nail swept a stray lock ofhair from her glistening forehead as she rolled over and tried to crawl deeperinto the tangled mass of leaves and limbs, away from the direction of the barkingdogs.
Suddenly, the pack was on her, hungry jaws snapping at her sweat-soaked body.She let out a shriek as a canine tooth pierced her flesh. "Get them off me!I surrender!" she cried out.
A boy's voice shouted "Here she is, sir!" as the dogs were pulled back awayfrom the woman's tired body. She turned and saw the boy, dressed in ratcatchertweed, tighten his grip on the dogs' leashes and pull them back.
"Alright then, come on out. The hunt is over for you." The voice belongedto a man on horseback, dressed in a scarlet coat and riding breeches. The boyand his hounds retreated back behind the man, but remained at the ready incase she tried to flee.
The woman stumbled out of the brush and into the clearing as other ridersemerged from behind trees and underbrush. "I claim her!" shouted one riderin a black coat. "No! This one is mine! I directed her towards the pack!" anotherrider challenged.
"That's enough, gentlemen," the man in the scarlet coat – the HuntMaster – declared authoritatively, shooting a sideways glance at thetwo quarreling hunters, "You'll both be awarded the hunt button for this event.Attendants, please check on her condition if you will, and then we'll proceedback to the stables."
Two men in white coats dismounted from their steeds and approached the womanwho had sat down in the dry leaves to rest. One of the men produced a fabriccuff with a dangling squeezeball and wrapped it around her bicep, then inflatedit and counted out the minutes with his watch. The other man opened an antisepticpacket and began dabbing at the numerous cuts and scrapes adorning the woman'sglistening body. He asked the woman "Did the dogs nip you, miss?"
"Yes, one of the bloodthirsty bastards caught me from behind."
"Ah, I see the puncture mark through your shorts now. I'll have to cut thematerial away to get at it," he said as he produced a small pair of scissorsfrom his pack. He paused and looked at her quizzically.
"Go ahead," the woman said, "they're ruined now anyway."
He started at the bottom of the leg and followed the side seam until he waslevel with the puncture mark, then cut across her fanny, exposing the woundand a fair part of her ass in the process. The elastic material fell asideand hung loosely across the front of her leg, exposing the curve of toned muscleof her thigh.
"Her blood pressure is ok," the first attendant declared.
"Most of the wounds are superficial and the dog bite isn't deep. She shouldbe ok," the second attendant added.
"Fine work, gentlemen," the Hunt Master told the two men, then turned tothe rest of the hunting party, "fine work by all. As for you…" He pausedand turned to the woman. "Missy, you know the deal. This was a 12-hour eventand you lasted for 8 hours before being captured. Therefore you are to spend4 hours on the cross. How do you plead?"
The woman paused, weighing her options. The rules were clear, the bargainset. If she had evaded the hunters for 12 hours, she would've received $1,000.If she was caught, she could forfeit the money or take the challenge of spendingthe remaining time bound to a cross, nude, in the open, at the stable on fulldisplay as a trophy for all to see. Only the victorious hunter (or in thiscase, two hunters) and the medical assistants would be permitted to touch her.If she could endure that challenge without surrendering, she would get $2,000.She decided she hadn't run for this long just to give up and walk away empty-handed.
"I accept the challenge," she said solemnly.
"Very well," the Hunt Master replied, "I accept your plea. Since James declaredher first, he gets to carry her to the camp." The other hunter opened his mouthto protest, but was cut short by the Hunt Master. "… and Edward willshare in the victory once she is mounted as a trophy." The other hunter closedhis mouth and grinned with satisfaction.
"Alright then," James said to the woman as he produced a length of rope, "let'ssee your hands."
"Hey! There was no agreement about being dragged behind a horse!" the womanprotested.
"No! No! Certainly not!" James replied, "I was merely going to bind yourwrists and drape you over my saddle like I do with the other vermin I catch." Thehunters laughed at the joke, and even the woman couldn't help but see the humorin it.
"It is tradition, after all," Edward added.
"Very well, then. Take me, " the woman said as she held her hands out towardsJames.
James quickly wrapped a length of rope around her wrists, tied it off, thenhoisted her up in his arms like a groom carrying a bride across the thresholdof their honeymoon suite, and carefully laid her on her stomach across theback of his horse. The other hunters couldn't help but admire the view herposition afforded them. "Gentlemen, I declare this a successful hunt!" Jamescrowed.
Arriving at the stables, the Hunt Master shouted "Sirs, you can tie off yourhorses over there and the stable hands will be along shortly. There is alsoa buffet set out behind the manor for those who wish to dine early, or youcan remain here and observe the mounting of the trophy, whichever you wish."
Edward was already dismounted and running over the prize draped across James'horse. Edward raised his hand and playfully spanked the exposed derriere ofthe woman, eliciting a shout of surprise from her. "She's a fine one, James!We should do well with her!" he exclaimed as he landed two more blows to thebare rump of the woman. "Ow! That hurts!" she cried out. "Quiet prize! Or we'llleave you up there for a bit longer and give you a real spanking!" Edward retortedwith a laugh, then promptly gave her two more whacks with his palm, harderthan before, as if to give her an example. The woman flinched as a muffledcry escaped her lips.
James dismounted and surrendered his reigns to a waiting stablehand, thenreached up and pulled the captured woman off his horse. James then grabbedthe rope knotted around her wrists and led her towards the other side of thestable building, towards the open courtyard of the manor. The other hunters,led by Edward, followed, a parade of victors and vanquished.
Turning the corner of the building, the woman caught her first glimpse ofthe cross. It was tall and constructed of thick wood. The vertical beam – thestipes – was buried into the ground and rose over 12 feet high. The horizontalbeam – the patibulum – was about 3 feet from the top. A small footrestwas affixed to the stipes about 4 feet off the ground. Scaffolding surroundedthe cross with a ladder down to the ground. A man dressed in a black ridingcoat stood waiting at the foot of the cross holding several lengths of thick,heavy rope. It was a scene intended to frighten some and arouse others.
James undid the ropes from around the woman's wrists as she stared at thecross that would be her home for the next four hours.
"Remove your garments," the man in the black coat commanded in a low grumble.
Reluctantly, the woman hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of the sportsbra and lifted it up over her head. One of the hunters whistled appreciativelyas James and Edward stared at her in anticipation of what was to come. Thewoman quickly folded her arms across her chest, covering her pale breasts,and glared at the crowd. "If you want the rest of my clothes, you'll have tocut them from me!"
"That can be arranged," the man in black replied ominously, "now up you go."
The woman ascended the ladder leading up to the scaffolding cautiously, usingone hand to grip the handrail and the other to cover her bare chest. Positioningher in front of the cross, the man placed a hand on her shoulder and guidedher back against the stipes until she stepped up onto the footrest. He thentook her free arm and stretched it out along the length of one side of thepatibulum, wrapping a length of rope around her wrist. He looped the rope severaltimes around the patibulum, added a second loop around the rope itself nearher wrist so that her hand wouldn't pull free, then proceeded to wrap a lengthof rope around the patibulum near her bicep and again passed a loop aroundthe rope to secure her arm. Securing the knot with a hearty jerk, he movedto take her other arm. "Give your arm to me. Its useless to resist. You can'tget away. We'll see your body eventually so there's no point in delaying theinevitable."
The woman sighed and acquiesced, relaxing her arm as the man pulled it awayfrom her body, exposing the pale mounds of her breasts capped by soft pinkishnipples. Where sun had found skin there was dirt and sweat from her jaunt acrossthe countryside, but her breasts had been protected and were now exposed tothe crowd of hunters gathered at the foot of her cross. Her breasts bouncedslightly as the man stretched her arm along the other side of the patibulumand pulled her off balance. Her feet shifted as she tried to position herselfon the narrow footrest. She sighed again, taking a deep breath and trying torelax as the man secured her arm to the thick wood. The hunters watched asher breasts rose and fell. A few passed comments amongst themselves, admiringthe quality of the trophy on display before them.
The man then took another length of rope and wrapped it around her ankles,securing her legs to the stipes. Checking to make sure his knot was secure,he then released a wingbolt set into the side of the stipes and slid the footrestdown until the woman was on tiptoes, then tightened the wingbolt. Pulling outa knife, the man then cut the laces to her shoes and pulled them off alongwith her socks, leaving the woman wearing only her tight cycling shorts, halfof which was already cut and hanging loosely across her thigh.
The man stepped back to admire his handiwork and called out "Which one ofyou two lucky hunters would care to do the honors of properly preparing yourtrophy for display?"
James said, "Go ahead Edward. I carried her here, so its only fair that youshould do the skinning." The other hunters nodded in agreement and Edward chargedup the ladder in eager anticipation of seeing the woman's most private partsrevealed. She watched as he stumbled up the ladder in his haste to get thescissors from the man and she began to regret her decision.
She looked away, trying to ignore the stare of Edward as he stood in frontof her clutching the scissors in his left hand, taking in the sight of herpartially nude body stretched out on the cross. "You act as though you've neverseen a woman before," the woman whispered tauntingly. He detected a touch ofanger in her voice. Edward replied, "I've seen a woman before, and I know whatto do with one when I have her at my mercy. And I also remember warning youabout speaking out." Tucking the scissors into his waistband, he raised hishand and slapped her left breast, watching it shake and tremble from the impactof his palm. She stifled a gasp and collected herself. Edward then slappedher other breast and extracted a guttural "umph" from her. She pursed her lipsas he again raised his hand and slapped her breasts, trying to get her to cryout. She knew what he wanted from her but she wouldn't surrender. Not yet.She fought against the urge, struggling to subdue the pain emanating from thereddening flesh of her twin globes. She tugged at the ropes binding her armsas her hands twitched in the open air, her tender breasts subjected to theblows of Edward's palms, and she struggled to control her pain.
With a final slap of his hand against her breasts, Edward pulled the scissorsfrom his waistband and held them up to the woman's face. "Now the fun reallybegins," he said to her ominously.
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