Lord Evston led her to a bench that had held many other pets during the course of the night. She hesitated at its edge, but quickly regretted that when a pair of men moved forward and put her on the bench for Evston.
Positioned as she was with her legs on either side of the bench, all her hidden parts were exposed. Several of them took turns smacking her upturned bottom, while shoes fashioned to look like hooves were placed on her feet.
When the spanking intensified, sending deep warmth throughout her buttocks, she yelped.
“Enough,” Evston said. “Too severe a punishment will affect her ability to run, and I want it to be a good hunt.”
“Fine. That tasty ass will be well punished and fucked later,” a man said, stroking her spine and giving her nipple a pinch. “I’ve hunted things that run faster than you, pet, and always bag what I pursue.”
She shuddered, panic rising. Small stockings with hoof ornaments were placed over her hands. Who designed these things, she wondered wildly.
“Open her cheeks,” Evston said.
“What?” she gasped when she felt fingers in her cleft, opening her.
He showed her a white-ridged plug with a fluffy deer’s tail on the end.
“No,” she whispered, but the next moment grease was applied to her aperture by greedy fingers. She stiffened at the outrageous invasion of the lord’s finger in her little hole, but her belly clenched too in a kind of wanton longing. What was happening to her?
“Uh,” she exhaled, squirming as his finger massaged the lubricant into her.
“Tight little tail?” a man said to the appreciative laughter of the others. “I’d like to test it for myself.”
Tears stung her eyes at the humiliation of being opened for an audience, but it also teased her lust into a frenzy.
“You can play with her if you catch her,” Evston said coolly, his finger sliding slowly out.
“Look at the pretty pout, plenty moist. You must have taught her to enjoy having that pretty little ass fucked? Or is she just naturally ready to receive cock in all her holes?”
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out at the indignity of their comments. She wanted to kill them all. So why did her hips continuously move? Why was there sticky cream gathering like she’d been filled like a pastry?
The pressure of the bulb eventually breached her ring and she panted, feeling an uncomfortable stretch.
“I like the look of that!”
“Yes, very nice!”
There were other comments, but she didn’t hear them because someone barked, “Move,” and the others fell silent.
The straps were snapped open, and she found herself standing on the unfamiliar boots and staring at the commander’s bulging muscles.
“We, the hunters, will start at the black headboard,” he said, pointing.
She glanced to the bed where a pair of men were positioned at either end of a curvy girl with wild curls. Heat and embarrassment colored Brandese’s cheeks. In a short while, that might be her between a pair of strange men.
The commander tugged her to the edge of the woods.
“Pay attention,” he said sharply.
Her gaze was slightly blurred by her tears when she looked up.
He cursed and drew in a breath. “Concentrate. You’re as brave as any soldier I’ve commanded. I’m counting on you to follow my orders.”
She swallowed and nodded. “I’m ready,” she said, blinking away the moisture in her eyes. He had a plan. Evston must have one too because he’d been calmly watching the action all night, and she knew him. He wouldn’t leave this hunt to chance.
“When you reach the forked tree, leave the path. Run on a straight diagonal as fast as you can. Just past the creek there’s a fallen tree. Get under it and wait.”
“Several of them aren’t at all drunk. They’ll run me to ground before I make it.”
