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The Huntress…
I have recently returned for a hunt, and I have to say it was a most enjoyable day. The slave today proved to be good sport; he lasted longer than most that I have hunted before. We were in a secluded wooded area which was very nice due to the bluebells being out and the day being warm and sunny.
My outfit for today was a crisp white blouse, black corset, black jodhpurs and knee length black leather boots. As it was a special occasion I also wore my black leather gloves and my hair was tied back so as not to obscure my vision.
The moment was quite tense as I let my quarry nonchalantly run off, his initial arrogance just lead to a more satisfying hunt, I was going to catch him to wipe that smug look of his face if it was the last thing I was going to do.
He had a 5 minute head start then my relentless pursuit began. He obviously didn't realise that I knew these woods very well; it was easy to predict where he would end up. I entered the vicinity of where I knew he would be an area with dense undergrowth perfect for hiding, as long as the person you're hiding from isn't very familiar with the area that is. I found him relatively quickly but rather than going straight for the kill I decided that I would toy with him first. I saw where he was hiding and pretended that I hadn't saw him, I foraged around close to where he was so that he could hear me, I wanted him to be scared in anticipation. I turned around as if I was leaving and he thought it would be a good time to make a move, moving straight into my trap.
I swang around and clipped him with my signal whip, the shock of which brought him down, before he could get up I gave him another lash, he started to whimper as my whip connected to his bare flesh....
The quarry…
He runs, deeper into the woods. Less light now, maybe more shelter. He can hear Her chasing behind him, but the distance is not closing. Maybe if he can make it into a thicker part of the woods he can find a place to hide and evade capture. His bare skin tears as he brushes past branches and undergrowth. Stumbling over a tree stump he falls and grazes his knees. No time to feel pain, he winces as he hauls himself up and onwards, away from his relentless pursuer. He sees a thicket in a gully to his left, and makes his way as quickly but quietly as possible to it. Hiding, he tries to control his breathing, fearing even that may give him away. He thinks he's lost Her, as he hears Her carry straight on past him. He waits, hoping he is safe. Quiet now, all senses tuned to the slightest indication of the presence of his Huntress, he gingerly edges out of the thicket, stepping into a clearing. THWACK! The surprise of the whip as much as the sting in the tail as it bites into his back knocks him to the ground. She is laughing at him as he tries to comprehend where She came from. "Think you can hide from me slave? You'll have to do better than that you worthless specimen!" THWACK! again as the whip cuts a welt in his side. He trembles as She stands over him triumphant. Captured and cowed, he awaits his fate at the hands of the Supreme Huntress…
