The Fox and the Hound
Part 3
TWO SLAVES DRAGGED COLIN INTO THE ROOM. They stopped where instructed by one of
the Mistresses. His bondage had changed in preparation for his role in"the
game." He now wore a tight rubber hood, blocking his sight. His mouth was still
gagged, but with a cunningly designed dual-purpose gag. His mouth was filled
with a rubber ball, while a slender black latex dildo protruded outward. Elbows
bent, his wrists were chained at his waist, attached to a tightly cinched
leather belt. He could move his hands slightly in all directions. A strap hung
down from the front of the belt, its purpose obvious to all but the blindfolded
Colin.
The Mistress took his leash in her hand, and pulled Colin down to his knees.
Because of his bondage, he had to rest his head on the floor. Reaching between
his legs, the Mistress grabbed the leather strap, and pulled it toward her.
Expertly, she slipped the metal cock ring around his genitals. She pulled on the
strap, eliciting a grunt from the man kneeling before her.
Colin gasped as the Mistress plunged the butt plug into his hole. She pulled the
strap tight, forcing the hard plastic deep inside him, then cinched the strap.
Grasping the hairy "tail" which protruded from the butt plus, she wiggled it
around, making Colin moan at the most delightful sensations.
Mistress Renee smiled at the crowd of onlookers as she connected two wires, one
black and one red, to a small box on the back of the leather belt around Colin's
waist. Stepping back about ten paces, she held her hand high for all to see the
small pocket sized device she held. Deftly, she pushed a button on the device.
Immediately, a red light glowed on the box attached to the slave's waist belt.
Still kneeling, his hips began to buck. A moan of intense pleasure could be
heard by all around. Mistress Renee smiled.
"Just a little toy," she explained to the crowd with a wicked grin. "It's a
remote controlled electrical toy. When I turn this switch, the butt plug inside
him begins to pulse. But if I turn this switch ..." She turned the rheostat at
the top of the box.
The audience oohed and aahed as Colin suddenly raised himself up on his hands,
his back arching, his pelvis thrusting, his cock suddenly engorged and a vibrant
purple.
"... our hound receives on his cock and balls, a small electrical shock
guaranteed to drive a slave wild."
The dominants in the room hooted and applauded at this unexpected show. The
assembled slaves trembled in fear and delight that their Tops might invest in
such a toy.
Colin collapsed in a heap, his chest heaving, as Mistress Renee turned off the
device. She looked over toward Nevada and gestured with her latex covered hand.
Nevada was raised to her feet. The chain around her ankle jangled as she stood.
Mistress Renee smiled.
"As you know, Mistresses and Masters, we're about to watch two slaves play Fox
and Hound." A round of applause. "First, the hound. A strong male, with great
equipment," She gestured at Colin, stroking his body. He shivered in pleasure.
"Then there's our fox." She stroked Nevada's breasts. "A comely creature, our
fox, don't you think?" Mistress Renee hand trailed sensually down Nevada's body,
making the girl wriggle at the touch. The Mistress' hand stopped when it reached
the fur between the girl's legs. Nevada threw her head back as fingers stroked
her clit and hot slit.
The crowd applauded, eager for the show to begin.
"Some basic rules, Mistresses and Masters," continued Mistress Renee. "Some of
you have won the pleasure of joining in our fox hunt - remember, you can
encourage the hound by whipping him, but the fox is not to be beaten." She
smiled wickedly at Nevada. "Not yet, that is." She continued, "if the hound can
catch the fox, he can have her, after which she will be punished. If he can't
catch her, then he will be punished. As you can see, just as in a real fox hunt,
the fox can see the hounds, but the hound cannot see the fox.. He must hunt by
his sense of smell."
Mistress Renee withdrew her hand from between Nevada's legs. She smeared the
girl's juices under Colin's nose. The crowd laughed.
"And now, let the hunt begin!" Mistress Renee stepped back, leaving the two
slaves, the fox and the hound, in the centre of the room. The gathering formed a
circle around the perimeter, Dominants stroking their slaves as they waited for
the "hunt" to begin in earnest.
Colin, the "hound", blindfolded, a furry tail hanging from his hindquarters, a
black plastic dildo for a snout, flexed his arms and discovered he would be able
to grab the girl - if he can find her.
One of the mistresses leaned forward. ""Come on, you lazy hound! Get the fox!"
she cried as she and lashed out with her whip. The long sinewy leather struck
her target across his left buttock. He jumped forward, instinctively to his
left. Nevada the fox, eyes wide with the realization that even in his bondage
the male slave could still grab and hold her, moved away from him. The chain
tethering her jangled against the floor.
Disoriented in his blindness, the hound literally danced as he was urged on by
slaps and lashes. He twisted and turned, trying desperately to hunt and to get
out of the way of the unseen whips. inexorably, guided sometimes in the right
direction, sometimes not, he advanced toward the fox.
Nevada backed away from him, stopping, then shifting her weight from moved from
side to side, uncertain of which way to go, sensing that inevitably there was no
escape. She stepped back as if to flee, and found herself in the grip of one of
the spectators. The Master pinched her nipple, than smacked her on the ass.
Nevada jumped forward, almost into the reach of the hound. The crowd cheered.
Wielding their whips, the hunters urged the hound closer to her.
Colin stumbled as he reached blindly for the girl-fox. He heard her squeal as
his hand slid off slick rubber. He started with the realization that he was
hunting the red-haired slave he had so desired! Lust urged him on.
The assembled Masters and Mistresses reveled as the game of fox and hound
progressed. Nevada barely escaped capture on several occasions, twisting and
turning out of harm's way.
Then the hound stepped on her tether. She was trapped! The onlookers roared
their pleasure, anticipating "the kill".
Suddenly the hound dropped down on all fours, thoughts of his prey forgotten as
a pulse of electricity roared through his captive member. Mistress Renee turned
to the crowd, smiling, holding the remote control on high.
Nevada pulled with her ankle, freeing herself from her predicament. Quickly she
moved as far away as possible from where the hound knelt. Her eyes were wide at
the sight of his engorged cock. She felt her juices flow to her innermost
feminine core, as thoughts of being impaled on his throbbing pink and purple
flesh came unbidden to her mind. A small drool of saliva escaped out of her
mouth.
A mistress slashed at the kneeling hound, urging him to get up and get on with
the hunt. Blindfolded and bound, he struggled to his feet and began wandering to
and fro. He grasped a slave girl who was at the edge of the crowd, pulling her
to his chest. The watching Masters and Mistresses hooted and catcalled, as
Mistress Renee took charge of her hound.
"Not that one, you stupid dog!" she growled. Using her whip, she slashed at the
hound's thighs and buttocks until he was turned in the right direction. "Now,
get the fox!" she demanded.
Colin moved forward, grabbing at air. Nevada sidled sideways, eyes always on the
slowly advancing male. Then he tripped over the tether chain that attached to
Nevada's ankle.
The hound stopped cold in his tracks.
Nevada dashed sideways, kicking with her foot, trying to get the tether chain
out of the hound's reach.
Laughter shook the room as the hound tried to stomp on the chain, only to miss
each time. The hunters used their whips artfully, causing him to jump and dance,
adding to the spectacle. Nevada moved faster, trying to keep from being pinned
down.
Suddenly, she could not move her leg. She was caught! He stood firmly on the
tethering chain, reaching for her in his darkness. Inexorably, he advanced.
Nevada felt his hand graze her arm. She turned to see where he was, and found
herself almost in his embrace. She twisted around, trying to pull away.
Too late! A strong hand grabbed her arm, pulling her backward. She tried to
wriggle free, but felt herself pulled closer to him. Then both her arms were in
his grasp.
She felt his heat as he pulled her close, his chest against her back. His
swollen cock pushed against her buttock. As she tried again to wriggle free, she
felt the hard meat slide into the crack of her ass. Instinctively, lustfully,
she pressed closer against him. A cheer from the crowd broke her lust-filled
reverie. Realization dawned on her - she was about to be fucked by this
stranger! Nevada started to wiggle free from his embrace.
Stepping on her tether, the hound tried to hold his squirming captive still. Her
writhing was driving him crazy with desire.
"Doggie style!" some wag in the audience shouted. Then everyone took up the cry.
Mistress Renee twisted the button on the remote. The hound released his prey,
falling to his knees. Recovering quickly, he grabbed the tether with his hands
and pulled.
Nevada went down. She looked into the eyes of her Master as she fell. He smiled
at her as the hound reeled her in.
Caught once more! The hound flipped her over on her stomach, gorgeous round
white globes raised in the air. crawling forward, he plunged himself inside her
hot wet core. Nevada screamed her pleasure and humiliation.
Her master moved forward from the crowd. He grasped her hair, and pulled her
face up. She saw his purple headed shaft approach her open mouth. Caught! And
now impaled! She moaned in pleasure and heat as the two cocks invaded her at the
same time.
The crowd applauded, as the hound pumped into the fox, his reward for good
performance, while she worshipped her Master. Mistress Renee smiled - for the
evening was just beginning!
--- the end---
Author's note: When I was writing this tale, I envisioned Nevada in my mind's
eye. Several months after completing this story, while laying out plotlines for
an erotic novel, I stumbled across my heroine personified:
Nevada
