Extract from Tie and Tease

My anal ring gave, the plug popped inside and it had been done. I was a fox, or rather a vixen, with a long, swishy brush standing proudly over my bare bottom. The game was simple - if they caught me, they could do whatever they liked. I'd be made to suck cock, lick pussy, kiss bumholes. Certainly I'd be fucked, and if I knew them I was unlikely to get away without a cock up my bottom. I was going to be beaten too, first, they had assured me of that, stretched out and thrashed with riding crops and birch twigs until my bottom was a real mess. There are other tortures a piece of spring woodland can provide too, mud for my face, and worse, big, smooth stones for my pussy and bumhole, fresh young nettles for my boobs, gorse too, and holly. If they caught me I could expect all of that and more, whatever subtle and sadistic torment they could think up. I would probably be tied up by the end, in some awkward and vulnerable position, bringing my anguish to a peak. They had to catch me first, and I didn't intend to make it easy. Well, not too easy, that would spoil my fun.

I fixed the slender belt that held the tail around my tummy and stretched, feeling gloriously nude in the warm spring sunlight. Aside from my trainers and socks I had not a stitch on, while the great, thick brush added a lovely touch of erotic humiliation to my exposure. I was ready to run, and to judge by the way the others were looking at me, they were ready to chase. Amber was fingering her riding crop with her pretty face set in a wicked smile. Henry was rubbing his hands and looking at me as if inspecting a particularly fine sirloin of beef; Rasputin by his leg, tongue lolling out and eyes peering from beneath shaggy brows. Vicky had one long leg up on a stump and was limbering up her muscles. Anderson was leaning on the car, cool and poised, idly fingering a vicious bone handled whip. Ginny was head first in the car, her ample bottom straining out her jodhpurs and wobbling slightly as she searched for something, presumably her whip.

Got it,' she said and drew back, holding not just the heavy riding crop I had expected, but something else, a fox's mask.

The sight of the thing sent a fresh tremor of anticipation through me. It was so well made it looked real, and as she took a tiny bottle from inside it I realised that it wasn't just going to hold on with a piece of elastic either. She passed both to Amber, whose smile grew broader.

'Hold still, Penny,' she ordered happily as she held the thing up to my face.

I opened my mouth. I had to, because the interior of the thing held a ball that was clearly designed to go in it, gagging me. My body had started to shiver from the intensity of my feelings of exposure and humiliation, and I could feel the dampness between my thighs as I took the gag lightly in my teeth. I caught the scent of gum arabic as Amber unscrewed the bottle, and at greater strength as she began to paint the edge of the mask and then my face. It was done quickly and skilfully, the result of long experience at turning girls into ponies, pigs and whatever else fantasy demanded.

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