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First Published: 02 July 2021
Fox Hunt
by Peter Story Code: M+/g, Beastiality, Rape
Norfolk County, England, has a long history of fox hunting. They are often thought of as the first people to use packs of trained dogs to flush out the prey. Of course, this could be a myth, but the truth may never be known for sure . In Norfolk, the Masters, officers, and staff commit to honor both the traditions of the sport and the practical considerations that help promote a safe and enjoyable experience for all in the hunt field. The people of Norfolk fought tooth and nail to keep the tradition alive. Not that it did any good. In 2005, a law banning the sport in England and Wales came into force. No more killing. No more blood . A year went by . A malaise fell across the county . Such a small thing should not have caused such sorrow. The county has a population of over 800,000. It has industry and energy (oil, gas, and renewables), advanced engineering and manufacturing, and food and farming . The Master of the Hunt tried to adapt the sport for these new kinder and gentler times. Drag hunting is a bloodless version of the sport that involves dragging an object over the ground to lay a scent for the hounds to follow. Unfortunately, it did not help, and the clouds grew darker . The land was in need. The sky was gray with longing. Blood was not a result of the Hunt. Blood was the purpose of the Hunt. The soil needed blood . Holt, a small town in the North of the county, realized the demand early. The Master of Hunt developed an alternative that stayed within the letter of the law. He found a way to give the land, sky, and sea what it needed. The town bloomed, and life flourished . ************** Ella saw the clock in the tower. She had easily beat her record, which she set just two days ago. It was the Gresham's School record for both the girls and the boys. She smiled at the coach as she passed him. He yelled out, "You're already this year's Fox, Ella. You don't need to show off anymore." Ella laughed as she called back, "I want to be the first girl to beat the hounds! Good enough won't keep me away from the pack!" The three-hundred-year-old clock began to chime, and Ella headed into the showers. The ten-year-old stripped out of her kit, grabbed her towel, and stepped into the white-tiled, steamed-filled room. A dozen girls already occupied the shower. They were all between 9 and 11 years old . Adlen, Ella's BFF, saw her and asked, "Did you really set a new school record?" "How did you find out already?" Ella asked as she began to soap down her friend's back . Another friend, Neeli, laughed, "Everyone knows. You had the best time over two minutes before the bell. Everything after that was just showing off." As the three talked, Neeli washed Ella's chest, making her nipples harden. Adlen was washing Neeli. All three talked and laughed as their hands explored each other . The game was not new to the girls, nor was it exclusive to the trio. Both Adlen and Neeli managed to have a nice little orgasm before the coach told his girls, "ten minutes, ladies. You better stop your fun and start getting ready for the third period." Ella didn't have an orgasm. She rarely had them because she was worried about breaking her hymen before the Fox Hunt. She made it this long, and she wasn't going to fuck it up for some giggles in the shower. Unlike most of the girls in town, Ella was still a virgin. A rare find past 8-years-old. A valuable gem . The girls spilled out of the showers. They streamed past the coach's watchful eyes. Adlen smiled at him and asked, "See anything you like, coach? I can skip my art class if you want to fool around?" "Move your ass, Adlen." the coach growled. He wasn't angry. He just always growled . The girls finished drying off and started to dress into their school uniforms. Ella asked, "Are you really fucking the coach?" Adlen's eyes smiled as she shushed her friend, "I don't want to get him into trouble." Neeli pinched Adlen's nipples, "It's no secret, silly. He's fucked all of us." Then, she realized what she said, "I'm sorry, Ella. That was mean." "It's ok. I chose to be the Fox. I didn't have to do it." Then back to Adlen, "Is he good? You know the sex, is the Coach any good at it?" Adlen's face said it all. He was good, and she wanted to fuck him again. She tried to protect her friend and lied, "Eh, he's ok. It's not really worth the mess." "And what a mess." Giggled Neeli, "I dripped cum for a day after he fucked me." Both the girls saw the hurt in Ella's eyes. Both took her into their arms, "You know you're the special one, right? You're the Fox. Everyone knows and loves you. We are all jealous of you." "Yeah, right. Sure." "You're the smartest girl in the school..." Adlen started . "Fuck that." Neeli said, "She the smartest person in the whole fucking school, boy or girl, teacher or student. I bet you're the smartest person in the whole fucking town." Adlen then had a thought, "How about this... How about we swear off sex until the Hunt?" Neeli asked, "What? All sex or just, you know, sex, sex?" "Well, Ella can't have any sex, so we won't either." "I don't know about that. I mean, she can have oral and anal sex. She just chooses not to." Adlen rolled her eyes, "Fine, Neeli, if you can't go one week without fucking or sucking a cock, then that's your problem. I'm going to stand by Ella and support her. I'm showing solidarity with the Fox." "OK, ok. I'm in. Solidarity with the Fox." The three girls joined hands and pumped them up and down, once, twice, and a third time. "No cocks!" they call out. The wake caused by their pledge of unity rippled out into the town and quickly rolled over the entire nation. The girls didn't know it at the time, but this small gesture of sisterhood made the land happy. It made the earth hungry . Hanna, a pretty 10-year-old that Ella knew well but never considered a friend, overheard the three girls. "What does that mean, exactly?" She asked as she stepped into her panties. "Solidarity with the Fox and no cocks?" "We just want to stand by Ella. She's feeling a bit randy, and we want to help her through until the Hunt is over. You, know... however it ends." This statement caused a little flutter inside Ella's belly. "However it ends." She repeated out loud. She knew that it could end badly for her. The Hunt is a blood sport. The hunters had a pack of dogs trained and bred for hundreds of years to sniff out their quarry. They had horses and bugles and years of experience. All she had were her feet, legs, and her quick mind. Ella began to cry . The girls all circled around her. All the girls, not just her friends. They all began to talk about supporting her and standing with the Fox. Their kind words of encouragement pulled Ella out of her self-made well of fear. She whipped away the tears, "I'm ok. I'm good. Sorry about that. It was just a little self-doubt, is all." She began to dress again. "I'm not worried. I'll beat the pack." Over the next five hours or so, every girl and every woman in the small town of Holt had taken the pledge to stand by the Fox. One might think that this would anger the town's men folk, but you would be wrong. They knew the land in Holt. They knew that the Hunt needed blood, and they knew that their pretty, 10-year-old Fox needed support. They did not say it out loud, but they gave their pledge to Ella in their hearts . The rest of the school day went by quickly. Ella had three tests, and she knew every answer. She always knew every answer. She turned in two papers that she also knew would be perfect . After school, she walked with her friends. They were headed home, and Ella was going to see her grandpa. It was the last time she would get to see him before the Hunt. They were talking about the test in maths, and Ella was explaining why Neeli's answer was wrong, when out of the blue, Adlen asked, "Did you guys notice that the school seemed different today?" Neeli laughed, "Yeah. None of the boys were pestering me for sex. I can't remember the last time I didn't wank a boy off in art class." Adlen poked her nose, "Got it in one." She said, "And no one went back behind the school for a shag. The whole school seems to be on a sexual high, but they're not doing anything about it. I thought I would have to tell a hundred boys that I've taken a pledge, but they all seemed to know about it already." They both looked at Ella, "What?" she asked . "We know you never let anyone fuck you, but for the last year, you've been wanking Don Petters during History. Does your hand smell like cum?" Ella laughed, "Well, it might. It's absorbed enough over the years. And not Just Don's. But my hand wouldn't smell like fresh cum. The last boy I wanked was my brother last night before bed." "That perv. I fucked him last night after football, and he still needed a hand job from you?" Adlen said with a smile . Ella laughed, "Oh, don't worry. I'm sure you were a good fuck. It's just something I do for him almost every night. I can't even remember when it started. I bet I was four or five. Of course, back then, I didn't know anything about the Hunt. I sucked him off for years until I realized that I might be chosen for the Hunt. He pestered me for weeks before mom told him to knock it off." Neeli asked, "How did you know that you were in the running? I don't know if I was even considered? Of course, you're loads smarter than me." "You remember in Grade 1, towards the end of the year, we all had that medical exam?" Ella asked . "Well, I remember that all us girls had an exam. The boys didn't. They just got to watch." Neeli said, still indignant five years on . "It wasn't a real exam. Well, I guess it may have been real, but they were mostly just wanting a lookup into our pussys. They needed to find out who was still a virgin. That night the Master of the Hunt showed up at my house. He sat with me and my parents and explained it all. Then hunt the Fox, the blood. I think it was mostly for me. My parents lived here forever. They already knew about the Hunt. For the next week, my family treated me like a royal." "The whole fucking town treats you like a Royal," Adlen said with more than a bit of jealousy. She instantly realized what she said, "I'm sorry. I guess I've always been envious of you. You get free popcorn and dinners paid for you and your family, and everyone knows you and loves you even if you have never met them. I would give up all the sex I've had for the last five years to have that. I would love to be the Fox." Ella squeezed her girlfriend's pussy and teased, "That would be an awful lot of sex you would be giving up. I bet that global warming would have reduced a full degree." Adlen stopped, "Global warming? I don't get it?" Neeli laughed, "She is suggesting, my lovely friend, that there is so much friction between your thighs from boys fucking you all the time that it has caused a one-degree rise in the total global temperature." "Really? I didn't know? Maybe I should use more lube?" Adlen said . Both Ella and Neeli broke out in laughter . Ella enjoyed her time with her grandparents. It was mostly work - She vacuumed, dusted, cleaned both bathrooms, and emptied the waste bins. She went twice a week, and her mom went twice a week. Her sister Willow helps once a week. She was only eight, and her mom didn't want her here twice a week. When Ella pointed out that she was helping out twice a week when she was eight-years-old, her mom pointed out that it was different for her. "When you were eight, you were in the running to become the Fox. Your grandpa never expected more from you than a wank or a blow job. He is fucking Willow, and his dick is pretty big. I know the girl loves it, but I don't want to take her to Doc Arnald to explain why she tore her pussy or ruptured her colon." As Ella cleaned, she chatted with both her grandparents, but mostly with her grandpa. Then as the sun was setting, she went to her grandpa and started to unbutton his trousers. She always did this little favor for him, and she didn't plan on skipping it. Grandpa gently took hold of her hand and pulled it to his lips. After a warm, tender kiss, he told her, "Not today, dear. Thank you, I'm standing with the Fox." "What? How did you hear about...?" Grandma put her hand on Ella's shoulder, "We all heard honey. I stand with you too. I think the whole town is behind you, dear." The same thing happened at home. It may have been the first celibate evening in Ella's home ever. She went to bed happy and content. Maybe, just maybe, she will run faster than the pack . The rest of the week flew by. The teachers knew it was Hunt weeks and gave little or no homework. Each of her classes threw her a surprise party. She found it funny. She has been going to Gresham's School her whole life, and every year, there was a Fox chosen. And every year for her entire life, they tried to surprise the Fox with a party. 'How can they not expect me to figure this out?' she thought to herself. But then she realized that the parties were not for the Fox. They were for everyone else . It was their way to tell her they love her. The Hunt is a blood sport. She might not be back to school, and if she does make it through the Hunt, she might be a different person afterward. The parties were a way to say goodbye . Ella stayed home on Friday. Friday was a family day. Dozens of cousins came over to wish her well, bring food and drink a beer. It was a fantastic day for Ella. To her, it seemed to be 100 birthdays all rolled into one. Everyone was kind and loving. There were toasts and singing. Dancing and laughter. Ella had to be careful not to overindulge. She ate and had small beer, but she did not want to ruin her chances to outrun the pack . At nine pm on the dot, Alice cleared out the house. The family that was still there reluctantly gave one last hug and kiss to the Fox and headed to their own homes . "You need your sleep. You have an early morning." Alice told her daughter . "Yeah, ok, mum," Ella said. She didn't want to go to bed . "Do you want to sleep in our bed tonight?" She asked . Ella brightened, "Yes, please." then she kissed her mom full on the lips. Snuggled between her mom and dad, Ella laid awake, looking at the ceiling. She could feel her father's cock, poking her in her rump. She could use that cock, put it into her. Her dad would let her. Her dad would do it to her if she asked, and her mom would let him. Then in the morning, it would be over. The Hunt would be cancelled . Her father started to snore. Ella could feel his dick harden. It would be easy. Then she saw her mother's eyes. "You don't want to do that, love. You have worked so hard and given up so much." "I know. I was just... Sorry." Ella said . "It's not that bad. It's scary, but I made it and you're a hundred times fitter then I was. In my day, the Fox didn't train. We just ran." "You never talk about it. About being the Fox." "We're not allowed to. I wish I could tell you everything, but I can't." She kissed her daughter . "I keep wondering... Never mind." "What?" Alice wanted to talk with her daughter. She wanted Ella to ask questions. She wanted to go right up to the edge of the rules and maybe put her toe an inch past the throw line . "It just doesn't make sense that no one has ever beaten the pack? They give the Fox a full-hour head start. When you were the Fox, how did they ever catch you? Even if you weren't fit, and let's face it, mom, you have NEVER been fat and pudgy. You could be miles away before the dogs are released. I can be halfway to Norwich before the pack even get's my scent." Alice kissed her daughter again, "Well, dear. I'll tell you what my mother told me the night before my Hunt. It would be best if you remembered that the Hunt isn't about you. It's about blood. The land needs blood. The people need it." Ella lay there thinking about her mother's words. She must have fallen asleep because dawn was breaking when she opened her eyes and was in bed alone. She was nude. Terrified, she spread her legs then pried open her pussy lips. Gently she explored and found her maidenhead intact. Perfect . Ella wandered out of her parent's room and saw her mum and dad sitting with the Mater of the Hunt. She knew why he was there. He needed to look at her or, more accurately, into her. He would perform the same test that she just performed a moment ago . Then he would perform an even more intimate task. He would need her scent . "Good morning, dear." The Master of the Hunt said. She knew his name. It was Frank. But somehow, the name Frank just didn't seem to fit. "You're looking lovely. It's hard to believe you're only ten." He gave her a deep French kiss. Ella blushed. This man was 80 if he was a day and he's kissing her in front of her parents . Ella again reminded herself that soon, he would be doing things that are far more familiar than a silly little snog. Instead of pulling away, she leaned into it and enjoyed the warm wet tongue exploring her mouth . When Frank broke the kiss, he asked Ben, "Are your other children home? They should witness the virginity test and the scenting." Ben pulled himself up out of his seat, "I'll gather them." As he walked around Frank and Ella, he scowled at them because they began to kiss again. Alice caught up with her husband, "Don't be like that, Ben. You know it's part of it. It's all part of the Hunt." "I know what the Hunt is, and I know that the Fox hasn't run, and the Fox hasn't been caught. He's just pawing at her because he thinks he can. It is just not cricket." The couple found Willow's room empty and then found the 8-year-old in her brother's bed. The two were naked and spooning. Alice kissed them both and shook them awake. The two woke silently and dressed quickly. Then the four went back out to the Kitchen . The Master of the Hunt was still molesting Ella. It looked to Ben that he was trying to devour the girl. He was also busy with his fingers up her tiny ass hole . Alice and Willow both had a different interpretation of the scene before them, "Well, if things go badly, at least she had a pleasant morning to remember." "Let's get on with it, Frank," Ben growled . "Yes, yes. Onward and over." Frank guided Ella over to the table, "Up girl... there's a good Fox." Ella climbed up onto the table a little awkwardly. Then Frank slapped her ass, making Ella yelp then giggle. She smiled at her father. She knew he was not happy about Frank messing her about. She also thought, "This should be bothering me, but it's kinda fun." "Lay back, sweetheart. There's a good girl, there's our pretty Fox. Open your legs for us, the whole family needs to see." Ella didn't only open her legs, she pulled them back behind her head and smiled at her father when his cock surged to attention and popped out from his dressing gown. Pre-cum dripped from the tip . "Now, isn't that lovely?" The Master of the Hunt said, "Can you all see her maidenhead? All pink and perfect? Everyone was speechless. Willow finally spoke out, "She's so pretty. Her pussy is so perfect." "Yes, she is perfect. This is my favorite part of the job." Frank gave Ella's pussy lips a little kiss, then he nodded towards his case on the ground, right inside the doorway, "Willow, be a dear and fetch me my bag." Willow jumped. She was startled to hear her name, and it took a heartbeat before her mind interpreted what she heard. She got the bag, and Frank opened it and pulled out several sheets of paper. Ella's name and the current date were already filled out. Frank handed the sheet to Ben, "This confirms that you witnessed our pretty Fox's virginity test. Your name and signature, just there then you wife and children. The sheet made its way around the room and back to Frank. He then signed it, folded it, and put it away . He then took three white silk handkerchiefs from the bag. Each was new, clean, and flawless. He also took out three ziplock bags. All of this was set aside, then he smiled at Alice and asked, "Do you remember this part?" Ella saw the shiver run through her mom's body. Everyone saw it. It occurred to Ella that Frank may have been the Master of the Hunt 18 years ago when her mother was the Fox. She may have laid on Grandpa's table just like this . Her thoughts were cut off like a knife. Frank leaned in and licked Ella's slit. Electricity shot up through her body. Then the 80-year-old man began to strum her clit with his thumb as he licked her deeply. His long tongue ran circles around and around her cherry. Just a minute or two later, Ella was screaming at the top of her lungs, "OH FUCK, THAT IS AMAZING!" Frank took one of the silk handkerchiefs and sopped up her vaginal discharge. "The dogs go crazy of pussy cum." He said as he stowed it away in a ziplock bag . Frank started all over again and again and soon had three bags with three scent rags. He then helped Ella up and off the table. Her legs were wobbly, and her smile was ear to ear. She gave Frank a huge kiss, "Thank you! That was marvellous. Thank you!" Alice remembered all those years ago that she had said something very similar to Frank after he did such a lovely job eating her pussy and making her climax over and over again. She took Frank into her arms and kissed him hard, "Thank you." Willow also hugged Frank and kissed him, "Thank you." "Well, wasn't that nice." The old man was beaming. "We do have one last thing to do. Taking his leather case and storing away the zip lock bags then he pulled out a fake foxtail. It was beautiful, made of mink, and dyed to match Ella's hair perfectly. Ella reached out and took it from Frank. She ran it through one of her hands and cooed, "It's so soft and beautiful." "Not half as lovely as the girl that's going to wear it," Frank said . Ella looked at the end of the tail. It was a large silver acorn. Smooth and flawless. "This will never fit." She said . "Don't worry, it'll fit," Willow said with authority. "I'm two years younger than you, and I've had bigger willys in my bottom." She took the tail from her sister, sucked it a bit, and then said, "Turn around, I'll put it into you." Ella looked at Frank for permission. She assumed, correctly, that Frank wanted to shove the enormous butt plug tail up her ass. He nodded his consent, and Ella climbed back up onto the table, this time with her ass pointed at the family. "Don't hurt me, please." Willow giggled, "Oh, it's going to hurt, dear sister, but I'll try to minimize the pain." She used both her hands to spread her sister's butt cheeks, then started to lick and tongue fuck Ella's tight little pucker. Then she said, "Count to five." Ella started, "One, two, three...OH FUCK WILLOW! DID YOU SHOVE YOUR WHOLE FUCKING FIST UP MY ASS!" "Oh, don't be a baby." Willow kissed her sister deeply. "It's all over. I guarantee it would have hurt a lot more had Frank done you." With tears streaming down her face, Ella looked at Frank. He smiled, "Your sister did a jolly job of it, Ella dear. I'm sure she's right, you should thank her sweetly." "I'm sorry for yelling at you and wishing you an injury." She kissed her sister and diddled her little cunny . Willow kissed her back. "You didn't wish me an injury." Ella laughed, "They fuck I didn't." "It's that time, Fox. Say your goodbyes." Ella hugged and kissed her mom, "Thank you for talking with me last night." She hugged and kissed her brother, "Maybe in a day or two, I can start sucking your dick again?" Her eyes twinkled as she stroked his shaft to full iron, "You like that idea, do you?" Colton kissed his sister back, "That would be grand. I miss your blow jobs." Taking Willow into her arms, Ella kissed her and asked, "Afterwards, you know if I'm ok and all, you'll need to teach your virgin sister how to pull for boys. Right?" Willow giggled, "You're going to have to beat the boys off of you with a stick. I'm guessing you are going to go from being miss goodie girl to miss fun fuck." Ella kissed her sister again, "I hope so." Then she hugged her father, "Daddy, I love you." "I love you too, my brave little girl." Will you still love me if... you know the dogs. If they catch me?" "Of course, Ella, I'll love you no matter what. We all will. You're being so brave. The whole town is counting on you. The land needs the blood." She stroked her father's prick, "Will you be my first? You know, my first... um... afterward?" He looked at Alice for permission. She nodded. "Yes, honey. I would love to be your first after the Hunt is all finished." He patted her naked ass, "Off you go then." Ella walked out of the house, naked. The only things she had were her mind, her training, and a big fucking butt plug and tail up her ass . It was still dusky outside as Ella walked down her front path and out onto her street. She was surprised to see twenty or thirty neighbors out in their front gardens. At first, she thought they were just voyeurs, wanting a peep at a naked ten-year-old. But then she heard the chant, "We stand with the Fox! The land needs blood! We love you, Ella!" Ella's heart swelled, and she thrust her fist into the air, wiggled her perfect ass to show off her beautiful tail, then she ran. Like a spark, she was as bright as the sun and gone in an instant . The crowd stayed on their front lawn. They knew the show on their quiet street was just starting. About ten minutes later, they heard the dogs, and five minutes after, they saw the pack. 24 dogs. They had not been given the Fox's scent yet, but they were well trained. They could smell Ella's lust, and it excited them. They could not understand why their humans stopped. Their bitch was close, and they were brought to heel . The Hunters were all on horseback, and they had one extra, Frank's stallion. The Master of the Hunt walked out of Ella's house and began to shake hands with the other nine men on the Hunt. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the men produced several small tables, folding chairs, and steaming pots of tea. They clicked a large and very old stopwatch. "Right, one hour. Did anyone bring the biscuits?" No one approached the men. They loved Ella dearly and knew what was likely to happen to the poor little thing. They hated the men for what they were planning but also envied them . ***************** Ella had made this run a hundred times. She knew that the easy route to the cabin would not work because it was also the quickest route for the pack and the horses. She also knew that it was near impossible to fool the hounds. Hundreds of years of breading made them perfect tracking machines . She turned and ran to the river. It was deep here, so she dived and cut into the water like a knife. The river had its own risks. The first of which was the cold. Ella was only ten and had little body fat to keep her warm. She did have adrenalin. Loads of it, pumping through her body . The river moved swiftly. Ella hoped that the Hunters and the pack would not be moving this fast and that the Pack might be slowed down a little because they would need to cover both banks to find out where she exited the water. She stayed in the current for about an hour. She hoped to keep in the river longer, but she began to shiver and knew that that was a bad sign. Hypothermia would not help her avoid her fate . She swam to the far side of the river. If they did not split the pack, they would not find her exit until it was too late. On the bank, she sat and shivered. The cold had seeped into her muscles, and her legs refused to more. The wind shifted, and she heard the dogs barking. Faint and far away. Then she heard the Hunt horns . All thoughts of cold were gone. Ella was up and running full speed . She did not hear the dogs again for a long time. Ella knew she needed to be on the other side of the river and was cutting back across when she stopped short at the edge of a deep canyon. Fear shot through her. "Where the fuck am I?" She asked to the woods. She could hear the river west of her, and for a moment, she worried that it was the Paster River instead. "Have I been following the wrong river?" She asked. Then shook off the thought. There's just no way. No way it could be the wrong river. But then, what is this canyon? She had never seen it before, and it was inconceivable that she had missed such an enormous landmark . Then she heard the Pack. They seemed loud and close. Far too close. "The canyon must be amplifying their barking. They can't have caught up to me unless they cheated, and the town would not let them cheat. "OK, think," she said out loud. "Go around or climb down and then back up?" She tried to keep calm, but the barking made her mind dance like a horny bunny. Then the horn sounded again, and it broke her stalemate. "Down I go." She said. The nude little girl was a good climber, and the canyon's face was not too steep for her. But she was barefoot and had a big butt plug. Add to that the constant drumbeat of fear and the two-hour adrenalin high, and a mistake should have been expected. A branch that Ella was using for support gave way. The second one she grabbed held for half a second before letting go as well. The air she grabbed at was of no help whatsoever . She seemed to float for a time, just hanging in the air. Then gravity realized it was not doing its job and pulled all 65 pounds of her abruptly downward. She was lucky. Elle landed in a large bush between two larger rocks. A foot either way, and she would likely be dead. But, instead, she only suffered a dozen deep scratches. As she pulled herself out of the shrubbery, she saw a large gash in her arm and blood dripping into the sand, "Well, the land has its blood." she said and laughed . Climbing up the far side of the canyon was much easier. As she got closer to the river, she realized her mistake. She had overshot the cabin. Ella was a good mile past where she needed to cross the river. It would be impossible to cross here. "Fuck, I'm going to have to run towards the Pack!" The good news is that the bank was hard pack and easy to run on. Ella made good time. The bad news is that the gap was shrinking twice as fast because she was running right at the teeth she had hoped to avoid . Then she caught another break. A bridge. Just three ropes, really. One to walk on and two for her hands to give her balance. It looked old, and if it gave way, she would be dead for sure, but she had to try . Tentatively she started across. A wind kicked up from nowhere and set her whole body swaying. Ella tried to steady herself but overcorrected and fell. She held her breath, waiting for the splash and the crushing pain of the rocks below but then realized that she had one hand on the rope and was dangling thirty feet about the water . Hand over hand, she made her way across. It was difficult to pull herself up onto the far bank, but she did it. She had to sit and rest. Her hive mind told her to run, but her forebrain told her to take ten seconds and catch her breath. She split the difference and started to run after five . She burst from the wood into a large clearing. She knew the clearing well. Ella and her family had many picnics there in the middle of the wildflowers. The place held a special place in her mother's heart. Ella did not know why. Today it was different. As she sprinted across the wide expanse of flowers, she noticed that bleachers had been set up. She was wondering who would set them up here. And thought that maybe someone was planning to do Shakespeare in the park. Her dad would love that . The barking was closer. MUCH closer. Maybe three hundred feet on the other side of the wood. Ella could even hear men calling out commands to the hounds . On the far side of the clearing, she could see the cabin. Finally, she was going to make it! This was easy! Even with the wrong turn and the backtracking, she was a good two minutes ahead of the Pack! She reached the door and was about to turn the knob when her mind screamed at her, "It was too fucking easy!" She thought to herself, 'why had no one ever beat the Pack? Then, out loud, she admitted, "You're not that much better than all the other girls?" Then the phrase that has been part of her life since she was born came up into her mind, "The land needs blood." And she remembered back to what her mother said last night, "It would be best if you remembered that the Hunt isn't about you. It's about blood. The land needs blood. The people need it." "That's what the stands are for. The people of Holt need to witness the spilling of my blood to feed the earth. That's why mommy loves that meadow so dearly." Ella ran back to the clearing. This time, she saw that in the middle was a stone. An alter. Scared and crying, she walked up to the stone. A heartbeat before she got there, the Pack exploded from the wood. It took all her self-control not to run as the baying Pack of hounds encircled her. She got down on her knees and was instantly mounted . She didn't know many of the dogs by name, but she did know Barkly. He was a friendly Hound owned by Frank. He was always nice to her, and now he was jamming his cock into her pussy. She tried not to scream and failed. Her hymen was ripped away as eight inches of dog cock slammed into her cervix. Then she heard applause and looked up. Ella saw a circle of Hunters all still mounted on their horses. They were clapping and laughing as a dog was raping her . Ella was about to tell them to fuck off when Berkly started to fuck harder and slammed his knot into her ten-year-old cunt. Another peal of screams echoed through the forest. Her belly was being filled with dog cum. It was like a hose was turned on, and the jet of seamen was blasting away at her womb. Crying, she looked around for help. Surely one of the Hunters would help her? None did. They seemed to be in high spirits and not at all concerned that she was being split in half . Then she saw that the grandstands were filling up with townsfolk. Friends and neighbors. Even her parents! It seemed the only people not here to witness her rape were the kids. She locked eyes with her mom and knew in a flash that this was precisely what was supposed to happen . This was the blood that the people and the land required. This was why she was chosen . The dogs were all running in circles around Ella and getting into fights. Several were nipping at her arms and her ass. They wanted their turn. Ella knew enough about dogs to know that she could be knotted for a half hour or longer. Barkly had other ideas. He began to pull . Ella was about to scream when she saw her mother stand up. Then another woman stood. Then another. They were standing with her, supporting her in her hour of need. She stifled the scream and held onto the stone. The Hound tore free, and it felt, to Ella, like he took her pussy, womb, and guts with him . A new hound mounted her and began to jackhammer his dick into her. He didn't have time to knot her before another dog bowled him over, and the two began to fight . Yet another in the Pack mounted Ella, and his knot began to pound into her aching pussy lips. Ella did not know what to do to help the dog finish. Instinctively she reached under, between her legs, and grabbed a hold of the dog's knot. She pulled with all her might, and he wedged painfully into her. Almost instantly, she felt the dog bathing her with his cum . The dog was only partially inside Ella, and once he finished his climax, he fell away to be replaced with another dog. Ella thought to herself, "Three dogs down, just 21 more to go and laughed. The crowd saw this and cheered the brave little Fox. She tried to reach back to help the dog but was then assaulted by a confused dog who mounted her head and began to fuck her face. His cock was huge and cut off Ella's breathing. She wanted it out of her throat and used both hands to grab his cock. This caused the dog to climax and fire his steaming hot sperm directly into her stomach . The dog pulled out and ran to his master. Again, Ella realized that the dog in her pussy had knotted, but there was very little pain this time. She hoped it was because she had stretched and not because the damage to her cunt was so severe that she had lost feeling down there . Another hound mounted and fucked her mouth. Knowing how to take care of the fucking dog empowered the young girl, and she started almost to enjoy the feeling of the slimy red lipstick in her mouth. However, she soon realized that it was a mistake to let the dog take his time. He became frustrated and slammed his knot hard into her face, and broke her nose . Now she was bleeding from both ends. Ella laughed again, thinking, maybe we can skip this next year? Perhaps the land has enough blood to make it happy, and the girl in year four right now won't have to go through this . In the stands, Ben was openly weeping as the dogs each took a turn fucking his little girl. Alice was more stoic. She knew that her daughter would gather strength through her and the other women. She had to stay strong . It took two hours before the dogs each had their fill. All of them climaxed into Ella at least once, and two managed to fuck her twice. The girl was a rag doll of suffering. She thought it was over. The dogs had their way, and she could go home. She did not realize that the Hunt was for the Hunters . As Mater of the Hunt, Frank took his turn first. He was gentle with Ella, knowing she was already in a lot of pain. But he took his turn, and he filled her pussy. Then, one by one, all ten men fucked the young girl. Some were quick, others were rough. Each left her with a part of himself . Only after the last of the Huntsmen climaxed was Alice and Ben allowed to approach their daughter. "How are you doing, love? It's all over. Can you walk?" Alice punched her husband's arm, "Don't be daft, man. Pick the poor thing up. She won't be walking for days yet." He lifted her and carried her all the way back to the town and straight to the doctor. Ella came awake during surgery. The doctor was down between her legs. She lifted up to see what he was doing, "What's up, doc?" She asked, then giggled . Ella dear just lay back down. You don't want to see this." He said, but it was too late. Ella saw his gloved hands covered in blood . "Oh fuck, is it bad, Doc? Is it bad?" A woman she had never met pushed Ella gently back. "You're fine, dear." She said and took Ella's hand. The doctor is just stitching you up. Those fucking animals really tore you up. I fucking hate them." Ella smiled, "Oh, don't hate them. They're just dogs. They don't know any better, and they got a little over-excited." The woman laughed bitterly, "I wasn't talking about the dogs. I fucking hate the Huntsmen. They're the real animals." "How bad is it? Will I still be able to have kids? I mean, I'm only ten, so kids are a long way off, but still, you know, someday??" "Your womb and ovaries are just fine. Your cervix was torn, but my dad's the best. He'll get you right as rain. You'll see." "You're the Doc's daughter? I didn't know he had a daughter. What's your name? I'm Ella." "I'm Leisa, and I know who you are. The whole town is so proud of you. You could have beat the pack. Not all the girls can do that. But you were smart enough to know that for you to win, there would have to be losers. And you're loving enough to realize that it was best to lose and let the Pack win. I was too slow. The Pack caught me in the forest. It didn't go too well for me." "You were a Fox too?" "Yes. A long time ago. Oh, look. Dad is all done." Leisa gave Ella a little kiss . "All done here." The doctor was talking to someone that Ella couldn't see. She tried to turn her head, and bolts of lightning burned through her neck and back. "Don't try to move, Ella. You have been given a mild sedative, and you might tear open your stitches." Ella asked, "Are you talking to Leisa?" "Leisa? No, dear. It's your mom and dad." The doctor said, a little flustered . "We're here, honey," Alice said and kissed her daughter . "We've been here the whole time Ella. You've been very brave. Talkative, but brave." Elle tried to sit up again, "Where is Leisa? I want to thank her. She's been so kind." "Who? Was that someone you met in the forest?" Ben asked. "No, Dad. She was right here. She was answering all my questions and keeping me calm. Leisa, Doc's daughter. She was a Fox too." A tear ran down the doctor's cheek. "Leisa dead. She died eight years ago during the Hunt. The Pack caught her in the forest, and there was no one around to control them. So they tore her to pieces." The End. 7,671 Words
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