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  They’d barely given me a chance to react. One moment I’d been one of the crew, even with my bottom spanked and bare, and could have joined in the chase if I’d wanted; the next I’d been stripped made up into some kind of perverted fox girl, ready to be hunted down and put to their cocks. I wasn’t ready at all, and if it hadn’t been for Melody coming to give me a kiss and hug I might have backed out completely. They’d have had to let me, especially with Mrs Hegedus in the background, because to judge by the expression on her face she didn’t approve at all.

  As it was I contented myself with a dirty look for Gavin and slipped my waitressing shoes back on so that I’d at least have a chance. He had climbed onto the roll bars of his jeep and raised his hands for silence, which he only got when Melody bellowed at them all to shut up. He responded with a grin and a bow in her direction, more mocking than sincere.

  ‘Thank you, Mrs Rathwell,’ he said, ‘and may your enormous strap-on dildo always find a convenient fuck hole.’

  ‘Could be, Gavin,’ Melody replied, looking right at him, ‘just bend over.’

  Gavin went slightly red and waited until the laughter and jokes at his expense had died down, then carried on. ‘Ha, ha, very funny. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered her today for a fox hunt, a seriously kinky fox hunt. I always think it’s rude to fuck someone without an introduction, so for those of you who haven’t already met, may I introduce our two delectable foxes, Annabelle and Jemima. Both of who are going to be sore but happy before we’re done. Annabelle is house slave and pet to the divine Melody Rathwell ...’

  He indicated Mel, and it was only then that I realised he hadn’t been joking about the dildo. She was in jeans, very tight on her full hips and cut so low that the first swell of her muscular cheeks showed behind, while at the front they hinted at the outline of a ring which could only be the fitting for a strap-on. My tummy was already fluttering badly, but the sensation grew abruptly worse at the thought of her catching me and making me kneel to be penetrated, no doubt at the centre of a ring of admiring men.

  ‘...while Jemima is just some little slut who works here as a maid,’ Gavin was saying. ‘Both are fair game to anybody who can catch them, in any hole, and of course their bums are already lubed up and plugged with their tails.’

  ‘Hey, look ...’ I began, intent on negotiating, but he ignored me completely as he continued.

  ‘The rules are simple. We all go inside, have a coffee, a beer, or in Jeff’s case a second breakfast, while the girls go to earth. You can go anywhere in the grounds, you two, so long as you don’t go outside the trees. Down on the beach is OK. Just don’t let the proles see you, that’s all. But don’t worry too much because the gate’s locked and we’ve got a diversion on the cliff path. Still, when you catch ‘em, boys and girls, take them somewhere a bit discreet to fuck ‘em, not in the middle of the drive, please. Newbies get blooded, as usual. Game over at high noon. Right, fifteen minutes. Better get running, girls.’

  ‘Blooded?’ I queried, turning to Annabelle.

  ‘Don’t worry, it’s just some initiation ceremony they do,’ she answered. ‘Come on, let’s go!’

  She sped off across the car park, ignoring the catcalls and slaps to her bum and thighs. I followed, dodging the hunters as they filed indoors. There had to be at least thirty of them, nearly all men but with a few women, all of who looked either very dominant or seriously butch. I knew they’d be worse than the men, if Melody was anything to go by, but if they did catch me it wouldn’t hurt my pride so badly. That was important after the way the men had treated me; as an available little slut, many of them had taken liberties when they didn’t even know my name. Better still, I could survive until noon and deny them their fun, men and women both.

  Annabelle had taken off like a rocket, up the slope opposite the hotel where the trees were thickest and gave the best chance of concealment, but would still allow her to make a run for it if they got close. It seemed a sensible choice, but my shoes weren’t as good as hers. I had a better idea anyway, because there was one place I knew I’d be safe: the flat where Mr and Mrs Hegedus lived. The problem was getting there without being noticed.

  Instead of following Annabelle I ran down the drive. I was sure that at least some of the hunters would be watching me from reception, so I made sure I was out of sight before looping back and into the yard where I’d sucked Stefan’s cock among the bins. The fire escape came down to one side, invisible except from the kitchen, and while there was a risk that either Mrs Hegedus or Stefan would see me and report me, it was one I had to take. Both were in the kitchen and my footsteps sounded to me like a steel band as I climbed the steps, but neither came out to investigate.

  The fire door was shut, but the window of No 15 wasn’t and I was soon inside, trying to ignore the implications of the magazines lying on the bed: Rear View, Guns & Ammo and Horse & Hound. It was quiet in the corridor, with only the faint noise of conversation and laughter coming from downstairs. But my heart was in my mouth as I ran light-footed to the end and up the stairs. The flat was on the top floor, which wouldn’t have been a bad place to hide even if the door had been locked, but it was still a wonderful relief when the handle turned under my hand.

  I slipped inside, cautiously, although with so many guests and lunch to get ready there was no reason either Mr Hegedus or his wife would come upstairs, and if they did there was sure to be somewhere I could hide. For that matter, if he caught me I could easily buy his silence by sucking his cock, or worse; something that once again seemed delightfully dirty rather than disgusting. I knew I was turned on, but it was my stubborn pride keeping me from joining in the game, that and not knowing if I could cope with getting gang-banged, which was what was going to happen to me if they caught me, no question.

  Nevertheless I was quickly bored. The windows looked out over both the downs and the sea, including most of the area where the hunt would be happening, but the hunters were still downstairs and there was no sign of Annabelle. I took my mask off, as it was irritating, but left my tail in place, quite enjoying the feel of the plug up my bottom and the way the brush tickled my cheeks despite the implications of having it on. There was an appeal to the thought of being caught as well, but my fear and pride were too strong to give in. I might even have masturbated, but it was unthinkable in their flat.

  I took to looking around instead, wondering at their rather florid taste in decorations and the lack of books. There were plenty of pictures though, including one of Mr Hegedus outside the hotel, presumably when he’d first taken over as manager. He looked a lot younger, although just as sleazy, and immensely proud of himself, standing in front of the main building in a shiny blue suit with his hair slicked back. Behind him was Danielle, much younger and heavily pregnant, with a man beside her who was presumably her now divorced husband. Seeing her brought out my emotions, never far from the surface, and distracted me. I never even heard the door open, only Mrs Hegedus as she spoke.

  ‘Jemima? What ...’

  She sounded angry, but her voice softened immediately as she saw the tears on my cheeks.

  ‘Oh you poor little thing! Aren’t men dreadful? I mean, doing that, and to a girl of your age!’

  ‘No, it’s not that ...’

  I trailed off, because I didn’t really want to explain why I’d been crying. She stepped close, putting an arm around my shoulder.

  ‘That’s OK. I understand. I’m sure it’s all too much for you, and you so young. What you need is comfort, at your age. A bit of discipline too, maybe, but plenty of comfort.’

  There was an odd tone to her voice, making me uneasy. But I did want a cuddle, and from somebody big and strong, somebody who could hold me. I let her hug me, on the very edge of breaking down to her, and all the more so because I was in the nude. But I held back through my resentment at the way she’d spanked me the night before, even though I’d frigged myself silly over it.

  ‘There, there,’ she said, patting my back. ‘I k
now what you need.’

  I wasn’t sure she did, but I knew what she wanted to do, because her pats had moved lower, to my bare bottom.

  ‘Mrs Hegedus, I’m not sure ...’

  ‘Hush. Now let’s have this silly tail out.’

  She’d put her fingers between my cheeks even as she spoke, to take hold of the shaft and gently extract the plug from my bumhole. I gasped to feel my anus stretch and was left feeling more naked and vulnerable than ever as she detached the belt and put everything to one side. She took my hand and sat down on the settee, pulling gently.

  ‘Discipline and comfort,’ she murmured, more to herself than to me.

  ‘Mrs Hegedus, I ...’

  ‘Call me Harriet, darling. Now come along, let’s not have any nonsense.’

  She was still pulling, and the bubble of emotion in my throat burst. I gave in to the pressure. Accepted the inevitable trip across her knee, knowing it would be a comfort spanking and not a punishment, and being really quite ready for it. Only to then be turned over and laid on my back instead of bottom up, cradled in her arms. My first thought was that she was going to give me a pussy smacking, but before I could protest she had pulled open her coat and scooped one huge, red udder from her bra, pushing the teat to my mouth.

  ‘Suck on mama and you’ll feel better.’

  I tried to pull back, but my face was smothered in heavy, firm flesh, with her huge nipple poking between my lips. She pulled me closer, ignoring my struggles as she went on.

  ‘There, there, don’t fight it, just let yourself go, like you do for Mrs Rathwell. Suck on mama.’

  She got her arms right round me, holding me by my bottom and back, strong and comforting for all my revulsion. And she was big, and it had felt good suckling Mel. I gave in, opening my mouth on her monstrous teat and sucking on it, deeply ashamed of myself even as I began to nuzzle her. She gave a heavy sigh and cradled me closer, stroking my hair and gently squeezing my bottom.

  ‘That’s better, isn’t it,’ she cooed. ‘You poor baby. You’re safe now. Mama won’t let those horrid men get you darling, she won’t ...’

  I was already helpless, more for my own emotions than her strength, and at her words I surrendered the last of my pride, sobbing and clinging to her massive body as she suckled me. Even when she changed her grip to ease my thighs gently apart I didn’t resist, spreading to her as she found my pussy. She began to masturbate me, rubbing clumsily between my lips as she told me what a good girl I was, and only then did I realise what the sweet sour taste was. She was making milk in my mouth.

  ‘There,’ she sighed, ‘isn’t that lovely? That’s right, have a nice suck while I play with your sweet little pussy, that’s my baby.’

  Her milk was coming faster, filling my mouth. I swallowed, horrified at myself for letting her breast feed me, but unable to stop. It just felt too good, and for all the crude touches to my cunt she was getting to me. I was going to come, nude in her arms with a nipple in my mouth and her milk in my belly, feeding from her like a grown-up baby, utterly pathetic and yet utterly irresistible.

  I’d done it anyway, and she’d spanked me, which somehow made all the difference. Discipline and comfort, she’d said. I’d had my discipline, over her knee, and now I was getting my comfort, a bellyful of milk while she masturbated my aching, needy cunt. Before I could even try to stop myself I was pushing my belly out to her hand, while sucking greedily at her teat as I cuddled onto her. She was so big I could barely breathe for the way my face was squashed into her flesh. But I didn’t care, sucking up her milk and gulping it down, mouthful after mouthful, with my thighs cocked as wide as they would go, my pussy open to her fingers as she brought me up to orgasm. My back began to arch and I was thrusting myself onto her fingers as she tipped me over the edge, still suckling as wave after wave of ecstasy swept through me, until at last I went limp in her arms, my mouth still firmly attached to her nipple and a dribble of milk running down my chin.

  She held on, cradling me in her arms and calling me her baby, until at last I came off her teat to lie back, my mouth wet with milk, my body splayed out in absolute surrender. I thought she would put me on my knees and make me lick, and I’d have done it too, but that didn’t seem to me what she wanted. She just wanted to hold me.

  After a while she turned me bottom up and began to stroke my cheeks, then to spank me, ever so gently. I let it happen, not saying a word as she enjoyed my bottom, gradually bringing the warmth to my cheeks until at length I’d begun to stick it up. At that, her hand went back to my cunt, fiddling with me until I came again, with my smacked bottom stuck high and my face buried between her massive breasts; my mouth slippery with milk and smothered in warm, female flesh.

  When I finally detached myself she wanted me to stay until I was safe, but the hunt had only been going for half-an-hour and I was suffering from a rapidly growing embarrassment for what I’d done. It was too intimate, too personal; she was my boss and had always been quite rough with me before, save for immediately after my encounter with Karay. I did appreciate the offer, though, and her concern was obviously genuine for all that it was misplaced; at least part of her reason for keeping me away from the hunt was so that she could get her own sticky fingers on me. But what really put me off was when she told me that she kept herself in milk because her husband liked to suckle. The thought of his bristly, beanfeaster moustache and bloated face pressed to the same breast I’d just been feeding from was too much, especially when I had a bellyful of her milk.

  Yet I knew that if she spanked me I’d be back on her teat in no time, gobbling down milk with my legs apart and her hand between them while I imagine him in the same position, only with his thick, brown cock getting the attention instead of my cunt. I told her I’d feel I was cheating Morris and Melody if I didn’t join in the hunt – which was a lie – and that I wasn’t going to let them catch me anyway, which was true, but it didn’t work. In the end I just fled, taking my mask and tail with me, so dizzy with sex and spanking that I was a little unsteady on my feet as I made my way down the corridor. I needed a drink, badly, and there didn’t seem to be anybody about so I risked the bar.

  My bottle from the night before was where I’d left it before being so rudely interrupted by Mr Hegedus. I poured the whole lot into a pint glass and retreated to the relative safety of the first floor, sipping wine as I wondered how I could escape capture but make it look as if I’d been outside all the time. The first thing was to turn myself back into a fox girl, which was the work of a moment although easing the plug up my bum again gave me such a lovely, dirty feeling I had to forcibly remind myself that it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun to have a dozen or so cocks stuck up that same slippery hole one after the other. Not that the thought didn’t appeal, in a way, but I had enough experience to know that it would leave me sore and incontinent for a week.

  With my tail once more bobbing above my bum cheeks and my mask in place I went to the end of the corridor, where a window overlooked the roofs of the chalets and the fields and hedges beyond. I knew I’d be visible to anybody who happened to look that way, so approached cautiously. But what I then saw left me staring open-mouthed and I was fairly certain none of those involved were going to be wasting their time staring at the hotel either.

  They’d caught Annabelle, in the little field behind the first few chalets.

  I had to watch. Gavin had her on the ground, his combat trousers down and his muscular buttocks pumping hard. Her legs were rolled high and her cheeks were spread; his cock plunged in and out of her gaping pussy. His balls slapped against her plugged bumhole, with her tail sticking out and to one side. I could see her face, too, with her hair spread out in a halo on the damp grass; her mouth was wide in her reaction to the cock pumping in her hole; her eyes were invisible behind the mask that made her a fox girl, and that made her available to anybody who could catch her, to do with as they pleased.

  They were going to as well, no doubt about it: all thirty or so of them were s
tanding in a ring to watch her fucking, some of the men with their cocks in their hands. Melody had a strap-on sticking up from her unzipped jeans, thick and black and menacing. Monty was one of the men playing with himself, but Fat Jeff was performing a grotesque victory dance, alternately thrusting out his belly and his huge fleshy buttocks and shaking from side to side to make it all wobble. In his hand he held what had to be one of the devices I’d seen earlier, three fist sized balls on lengths of string joined in the middle, which he was whirling around his head. I saw that another was tangled between Annabelle’s well-spread ankles, barely visible in the grass, and I realised how she’d been caught.

  It was impossible not to think of myself in her place, brought down as if I really was an animal, one cock already up me and another thirty or so men and women to please before they were done with me. It was terrifying, but compelling too. And I couldn’t help but feel guilty for not being out there with her, taking my share. Not that I was going anywhere near them, or even outside the hotel, but it was impossible to drag my eyes away from the scene.

  They took turns with her, some mounting her between her thighs, some making her go on her knees, usually with one guy up her and one guy in her mouth to get hard while he waited his turn to fuck her, so she was always entered immediately after the last one had finished. One or two couldn’t hold back, so she was soon dribbling spunk front and back, her mask soiled with thick white streamers where they’d come in her face and her bottom splashed with a mixture of that and mud. It was Melody who took her tail plug out and substituted her strap-on, sodomising Annabelle to the claps and cheers of the others. After that, anything went. Monty buggered her too, in a kneeling position, and came up her bottom, so that as the next man got ready to enter her she had spunk squeezing from her bumhole. He just didn’t care, entering her briefly in the cunt before using his friend’s come to help lubricate her back passage.