Decadence, Population 74

Decadence, Population 74

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

This had been the best idea she had in quite a while.  She had been going crazy.  It was almost like cabin fever.  While she loved New York and felt herself very fortunate for finding a job there right out of college, there was only so much of the Big Apple that she could take.  It was time for a break.

Sophie had taken Friday off and rented a car.  Then she drove to her parents’ house in New Jersey to pick up her dog.  Duke was a beautiful Golden Retriever and he lived with her parents since New York was no place to keep a dog.  But she loved her puppy, which technically was no longer a puppy at six years old, and she tried to spend as much time with him as possible.

They had spent the last two days together exploring eastern Pennsylvania.  They hiked around a bit, enjoying the fall colors and they drove through small towns and beautiful countryside.

Now it was early afternoon on Sunday and they would have to be returning home again so that she could return Duke to her parents and she could be back in the city to rejoin the rat race on Monday.

They were in Amish country and Sophie was loving it.  It was so picturesque and so quaint.  Sophie decided that her next job would be here if she could pull that off.  It would be wonderful to be able to live in the midst of all of this beauty.

Even the names of the towns were quaint and colorful.  They had passed through White Horse and Honey Brook and Paradise and Bird in Hand.  And some of the towns were even comical with names like Blue Ball and Intercourse.

But the sightseeing had to end and Sophie turned the car around to head north before heading east to her parents’ house.  She had avoided the Interstates and other major highways so far and she decided to continue their journey along back roads.  It was much prettier that way.

The map she had was not very helpful, though.  It showed the larger towns and the major highways just fine.  But many of the roads they had been on were not even on the map.  Even some of the towns were not shown.  But the car did have a compass so she knew what direction she was heading.  If she just kept driving north for an hour or so and then started heading east, she would find the Delaware River and New Jersey.

She turned east eventually on a two lane road.  It was very hilly here and she figured that she must be in the Poconos.  Again, she was struck by the beauty of the scenery and especially the bright reds and oranges and yellows of the fall leaves.  It was gorgeous.

The road twisted through the hills which were becoming higher and higher as she traveled eastward.  After about thirty minutes, it became a gravel road and she worried about how much longer it would remain a road at all.

She glanced down at her gas gage and groaned as she saw that it was just above empty.  She was at a decision point, she knew.  She figured she could turn around now and get back to ‘civilization’ where she could buy gas.  Or she could hope that she found something up ahead.  But if she didn’t find something soon, she would be stranded and that was not very appealing at all.

Just then, she noticed a road sign ahead.  She decided to see what it said.  If it gave her hope of finding something up ahead, then she would continue forward.  Otherwise, she would turn around and go back the other way.

She pulled to a stop at the sign to read it.  It said “Decadence, Population 21.”  But the 21 was crossed out and there was a 43 beneath it.  It too had been crossed out, as were 52 and 64.  A freshly painted 73 showed the current population of the town.

“What a name!” said Sophie to Duke.  “These people sure have a sense of humor about their towns.  At least they’re growing.  Maybe they’ll have a gas station.”

Duke had turned his head to look at her while she was talking but as soon as she finished, he stuck it back out the window to snort the fresh air as Sophie put the car back in gear and started down the road again.

There were still no signs of life and Sophie started to question her decision.  But just as she was about to stop and turn around, two riders on horseback appeared alongside the road.  She put the car back into park and waited for the riders to approach the car.

The woman rode her horse to the driver’s side of the car and Sophie rolled her window down.  “Hello there, Missy.  You look like you’re lost.  What are you looking for?”

“I’m so glad to see you,” said Sophie as she looked up at the woman.  She looked to be about thirty and was very attractive.  She was dressed as if she had stepped out of the Wild West, complete with cowboy hat, which seemed odd to Sophie since they were in New England.

“I was looking for Decadence,” said Sophie in reply.  “I need a fill-up.”

The woman smiled back at her.  “Well, if decadence is what you seek, you have come to the right place, Missy.”

“And we’ll be sure to fill you up, little lady,” chuckled the woman’s male companion.

“Oh, thank you,” said Sophie with relief in her voice.  “Is it up ahead?”

The woman nodded.  “It is.  But the way is tricky.  The town isn’t on this road so you’ll be sure to become lost.  Follow us and we’ll lead you there.”

“Oh, thank you.  Thank you.”  Sophie put her car in gear and Duke stuck his head out the window again.  For the next ten minutes, she followed the two riders.  They turned off the road onto another.  Then they turned off that road onto yet another.  Sophie continued to drive behind the pair and Duke continued to snort the fresh air with his head out the window.

They had been travelling through a forested area with trees overhanging the road, completely enveloping their travel.  Suddenly, the road opened into an open area that held the town and Sophie sucked in her breath.

This too looked like it belonged in the Wild West.  There was no sagebrush.  And it was a lot greener than she assumed the old west to be.  But the town looked like something out of a Hollywood western.  There was a single street with wooden buildings down each side of the street, many of which were connected to one another.  There was a wooden sidewalk on each side, just like in the movies.

Hitching posts were in front of each of the buildings and a few horses were tethered to them.  About halfway down the street, she saw a lot of horses, maybe a dozen or so, attached to a hitching post and saw that it was in front of the Decadence Saloon.

She had stopped the car and the man on the horse was in front of it now.  The woman’s horse stood behind the car but the woman had dismounted.  Sophie’s door opened and the woman smiled down at her.  “You found Decadence, just like you were looking for.”  The woman reached her hand out to help Sophie from the car.

“Thank you for helping me,” replied Sophie as she stood up.  “I’m not sure I could have found it on my own.  But where’s the gas station?”

The woman furrowed her brow in confusion.  “Gas station?  We don’t have a gas station.”

Now, Sophie was confused and her brow wrinkled.  “But I thought you said you did.  Now, I’ll probably run out of gas.”

“We never said anything like that,” the man said.  He had gotten off of his horse now also and had gone to the passenger side of the vehicle.  He opened the door and attached Duke’s leash to his collar, letting him out of the car.

“You said you wanted to be filled up,” he continued.  “That we can do.  In fact, I plan to do it personally.”

“Oh,” replied Sophie.  Well maybe they have a tank of gas that they’re going to share with me, she thought.  “That’s very kind of you.”

“It will be my pleasure,” the man said with a smile.  “Trust me.”

“Is that the horse thief, Jake?” she heard.  She turned her head and saw a man approaching.  A gold star was pinned to his shirt.

“Could be, sheriff,” said the woman.  “We found her near where the last one was stolen.  But she didn’t have any horses with her at the time.”

“Wait!”  said Sophie, backing up slightly.  “What’s going on here?”

“Let me do all of the asking around here,” said the sheriff.  “What’s your name, girl?”

“Sophie,” she replied, a little shakily.  “Sophie Cranbrook  You think I’m a horse thief?”

“Not for me to decide,” the sheriff said as he stepped in front of Sophie.  “That’s for the judge to figure out.  But horse thieving’s a hangin’ offense.  You better hope he’s in a good mood today.”

“You can’t be serious!” Sophie declared.  She stood with her hands on her hips, trying to look as defiant as possible.  “I did no such thing!  I’m scared to death of horses!”

“I don’t know how much you can believe her, sheriff,” said Jake.  “This thing’s almost as big as a horse.”  Sophie looked toward the voice and saw Jake crouched down, scratching behind Duke’s ear.  Duke, who should be protecting her, was simply enjoying the attention with his tail wagging actively.

Sophie realized that she shouldn’t have taken her eyes off the sheriff.  While she was looking at Duke, the sheriff and the woman quickly pulled her arms behind her back.  She felt cold steel circling her wrists and heard two clicks as her hands were cuffed behind her back.

“Thank you, Rose,” said the sheriff as he placed his hands on Sophie’s shoulders, turning her to face him.

“Hey!” shouted Sophie, indignantly.  “You can’t do this to me!  I did nothing wrong!”

“Then what are you doing here?” asked the sheriff calmly.

“She said she was coming to Decadence to be filled up,” answered Rose.  “Jake has already offered to do that for her.”

The sheriff chuckled and nodded.  Then he turned back to Sophie.  “I hate to do this to you, girl.  But we’ve got a horse thief and you’re the only suspect.  You’re under arrest until I can schedule you in front of the judge.”

The sheriff turned his head to Jake.  “Why don’t the two of you help the prisoner get comfortable in the jailhouse.  I’ll take the dog down to the vet for safekeeping until this all gets sorted out.”

“You can’t do this!” shrieked Sophie as Rose gripped her upper arm.  “I haven’t done anything wrong!  And you can’t take Duke!”  She was trembling with anger at the injustice she was experiencing.  “I’m innocent!!!”

The sheriff accepted the leash from Jake and led the dog away.  “That’s what they all say.  Everyone claims they’re innocent.  We’ll let the judge decide.”

“Can I take care of her fill-up, Sheriff?” called out Jake.

“Sure,” the sheriff called back over his shoulder.  “Wouldn’t hurt to do that.”

“Come along, Missy,” said Rose as she pushed Sophie forward.  Sophie dug in her heels to resist the unwanted urging but Jake grasped the other arm and the two were able to guide her to the other side of the street.

“Leave me alone!” screeched Sophie.  She noticed that some people had stepped into the street, apparently attracted by the commotion.  “Somebody help me!”

None of the bystanders moved toward the trio.  They all stood where they were and watched the girl being pushed toward the jailhouse.  Once they reached the jail, they pushed Sophie through the door and followed her in.

“What?!?!?!?” sputtered Sophie once she was inside.  At least she was where the inside should have been.  “What is this place?”

She twisted her had back and forth, looking in all directions.  She was still outside in spite of being pushed through the door!  This was not a building at all.  In fact, there didn’t appear to be any buildings at all; at least not on this side of the street.  They were nothing but facades.  The place was more like a movie set than a town.

“What’s going on here?” she demanded.

“You’re going to be spending some time in this here jailhouse,” replied Jake.  “But first we have to book you properly.”

“This isn’t a jailhouse,” she spat indignantly.  “This is a sham!  This isn’t even a town!”

“Of course it’s a town,” replied Rose as the two led the girl to a desk.  Despite having only one wall, the ‘jailhouse’ did have a desk, a few chairs, and a jail.  Actually, it was more like a cage.  “Welcome to Decadence.”

They led Sophie to the desk and bent her over it.  Then they unfastened her cuffs and attached her wrists to cuffs embedded on the far side of the desk, stretching her torso forward and locking them into place.

“Let me go!” she shrieked again.  She felt fingers working on the button to her shorts and lashed her foot backward to try to strike whoever was trying to strip her.  She missed and Jake kept working as Rose went to the other side of the desk and sat in the chair, facing Sophie.

“This is kidnapping!” shouted Sophie as she kept flailing her leg around, trying to make contact.  She felt her shorts and panties being pulled down her legs and shouted again.  “This is rape!”

“Hush, little Missy,” Rose smiled at her.  “This isn’t kidnapping and this isn’t rape.  My, oh my, you’re a pretty little thing.”

Rose reached up and trailed her fingers slowly down Sophie’s cheek.  Sophie twisted away at first to get away from the touch.  Then she twisted back to try to bite the offending fingers but Rose was too quick and she easily evaded injury.

“Then what do you call it?” Sophie glared at the woman.

“We call it booking a prisoner under suspicion of a crime,” replied Rose calmly.  “You are here for your own protection until the judge can hear your case.”

Sophie gasped as she felt Jake tugging her legs apart.  She felt cold steel circling each of her ankles and realized that she was now virtually immobile, bound and stretched across the desk.

“Your protection,” agreed Jake.  “And a fill-up.”

Sophie felt her blood run cold as she heard Jake unzipping his pants behind her.  They really were planning on raping her!  She screeched again.  She tugged on her bindings but all that accomplished was hurting herself.

She felt Jake’s hands gripping her bottom cheeks and palpating them.  “This one’s prime meat, Rosie.”  Again, she screeched and hurled insults at the pair.

“She sure is, Jake,” agreed Rose.  “You should see her from this angle.  She’s got a beautiful face and the cutest little titties.”

Rose reached out and cupped one of Sophie’s breasts to punctuate her sentence.  Sophie again tried to bite the hand but again it evaded her.

“Little titties?” thought Sophie.  They weren’t little!  They weren’t huge but they weren’t little either.  She was somewhere between a B cup and a C cup and could wear either depending on the make of the bra.  She thought that they were perfectly proportioned to her slender frame.

Rose squeezed the breast again before pulling her hand back.  She stood up and reached forward, grasping the hem of the t-shirt.  She pulled it upward until it was bunched at the girl’s shoulders.  Then she unhooked the bra and pulled it upward, leaving the girl’s breasts dangling beneath her chest.

“You have to stop nooooooowwwww!!!!” wailed Sophie.  The last word came out as more of a groan, though, as Jake chose that moment to impale the girl with his cock.  She was amazed at how easily it slid into her and then she grunted once it was fully embedded in her body.

I can’t possibly be wet, she thought.  How did he do that?

Rose returned her attention to the naked and dangling breasts, cupping them both at the same time and squeezing.  “These are darling, Missy.”  She slid her fingers over the flesh and eventually gripped the nipples, rolling them slowly back and forth.  “These could provide me with days of fun.”

“How do you like your fill-up, little lady?” asked Jake as he started to slowly pump his cock in and out of Sophie’s body.  Sophie heard an involuntary moan escape from her lips as the two toyed with her vulnerable body.

“Stop!  Don’t!” Sophie cried.  But soon there was more moaning than protesting.  She felt the cock fill her over and over again.  She was not a virgin but she had never experienced a cock this huge.  She had never felt so full in her life.

Rose kept toying with the nipples, enjoying the way that they had stiffened at her ministrations.  She leaned forward to kiss Sophie but the girl twisted her head away to avoid the lips.

Rose eventually gave up on the kiss and just concentrated on the stiff little nubbins in her fingers as she studied the girl.  Sophie truly was beautiful.  She had a gorgeous, angelic face that was framed by long, lustrous, pale blonde hair.  The blue eyes were adorable, even when they were glaring back at her captor.  Every feature about the girl seemed perfect.

Jake was thinking the same thing as he watched his cock emerge from the girl’s tight pussy, glistening with his juices and the gel he had coated his cock with before penetration.  Her hips were slender but still had a distinctly feminine curve.  Her bottom cheeks were svelte but were well padded at the same time.  He pried the cheeks apart with his hands and admired the pink little asshole that seemed to be winking at him.

Eventually, he ran his hands up to her waist and circled it with his fingers, enjoying the feel of her satiny flesh.  He could feel her belly trembling and wondered if that was from fear or an impending orgasm.

“I hope she’s found innocent,” said Rose.  She had finally released the nipples and had gathered Sophie’s hair, pulling it to the side to admire the slender, swan-like neck of the prisoner.  “It would be such a waste to hang her.  I’d much rather keep her as a pet.”

“It’s up to the judge,” replied Jake as he forcefully rammed his cock back into the girl.  “But I agree that it would be a waste.”

This time, Rose did kiss Sophie.  She used the girl’s hair as a handle and tilted her head up before pressing her lips to Sophie’s.  Sophie just moaned as the cock sent unwanted thrills through her body.

Sophie’s head was spinning at this point.  She had been kidnapped.  She had been bound.  She had been stripped.  She had been raped.  And they were talking about hanging her.  At the same time, the tender lips of the woman and the unbelievable cock of the man were causing her belly to flip-flop and she couldn’t understand how her body could react this way.  Why would her body betray her like this?

Rose let go of the hair when she realized that Sophie was not resisting any longer.  Sophie moaned into the soft lips and just gazed into the beautiful green eyes of her captor.  Rose returned her hands to the firm breasts and once again started stroking and squeezing the firm mounds.

This went on for what seemed like hours to Sophie.  She was sure that it was not taking that long but it seemed like forever.  The massive cock kept plunging into her and the fingers toyed with her breasts as Rose continued to kiss her.  She felt Rose’s tongue painting her lips and parted them to let Rose snake her tongue into her mouth.

Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer.  Every nerve seemed alive.  She felt her belly quivering and erupted in a powerful orgasm, moaning into Rose’s lips.  Rose continued her kiss and her toying with the magnificent breasts in her hands as Sophie’s eyes closed with the orgasm sweeping through her body.

Jake tensed behind her and plunged deep again, holding his cock buried in her sex.  She felt his cock twitching and knew that she was receiving a belly full of his seed.  Eventually, he pulled out of her.

“I promised you a fill-up, little lady,” he chuckled.  “You should be good for a few more miles now.”

Sophie just groaned and collapsed onto the surface of the desk, panting and trying to regain her breath.

Chapter 2

“All rise,” called out someone from the side of the room.  Actually, it wasn’t a room at all.  She had been led through another door in the façade and now stood in the ‘courthouse.’  Pews had been set up facing what she assumed was the judge’s desk.  But she was still outside in the open air.

“What is this place?” wondered Sophie.  “Who are all of these crazy people?”

At least she had her clothes back on now and she was thankful for that.  She still couldn’t believe all that had happened to her, though.  It was shocking and degrading and insulting.  The rape was heinous and unforgiveable.  But worst of all, it was so humiliating to her that she had climaxed at the hands of the two predatory lechers who held her captive earlier in the day.

The one who she assumed to be the judge entered the ‘courtroom’ and took a seat behind the tall desk.  He sure didn’t look like any judge that she would have imagined, though.  In fact, he looked more like a horse thief than a justice.  He wore a tattered flannel shirt and blue jeans.  His cowboy boots clanked as he walked, presumably from his spurs.  Unkempt hair sprouted from under his cowboy hat and he had several days of growth on his face.

“Let’s hear the first case,” the judge intoned.

“There is only one case, your honor,” someone said from beside the bench.  “Sophie Cranbrook of New York is accused of being a horse thief.”

“Oh, a city girl,” said the judge as he turned toward Sophie with narrowed eyes.  “That must be why she has so much flesh exposed.  Bawdy they are in the big cities nowadays.”

“What have you to say for yourself, girl?” the judge asked Sophie.

“I’m innocent, your honor,” Sophie replied, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible despite the way she was trembling with fear.

“They all claim that, girl,” the judge said with a sigh.  Then he leaned forward and looked directly at her.  “But I can see with my own eyes that you are lying.  I can see for myself that you are flaunting your body, exposing your arms and legs and a good portion of your chest.  Do you think I’m blind?”

Sophie gasped at the words and shook anew with fear.  She looked down at her outfit and wondered what the judge was talking about.  She was dressed properly.  She never dressed like a slut or tramp.  She was not bawdy in any way.  Sure, her arms and legs were exposed.  She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, after all.  Everyone did that; even men.  And her chest was not exposed at all.  Her cleavage wasn’t even showing, although the shirt did cling to her to reveal the soft swells of her breasts.

“Er, I’m sorry, your honor,” replied Sophie to the irked judge.  “I thought you were asking me how I was pleading to the charges.”

“Listen more closely then, girl,” said the judge testily.  “I asked you what you had to say about the way you’re dressed.  We don’t tolerate hussies in these here parts.”

Sophie gasped.  Hussy?  This was yet another insult added to the totally insulting experience.  “I’m not a hussy, your honor.  I’m a good girl.  And I’m sorry that my outfit has offended you.”

“As long as you are going to expose yourself, girl,” responded the judge, “why not be complete about it?”

“Sheriff,” he said as he turned to the man with a star on his chest.  “Assist Sophie Cranbrook of New York City with her clothes.”

Sophie blinked.  What did that mean?  She looked at the sheriff and saw him approaching her.  She gasped again as she realized what was happening and started to back up.  Sophie’s hands were cuffed in front of her at this point but now she also wore leg irons, making her look like a common criminal.  As soon as she took her first step, she toppled backward.

The sheriff stood over her and looked down at the prone girl.  “Judge’s orders, girl.  Hold still so I don’t cut you.”  He pulled a long knife out of the sheath on his belt and held it up.  It was so long that it looked more like a sword to Sophie.

He leaned down and warned her again not to struggle.  She nodded timidly and then watched in disbelief as he sliced through each of her garments.  He pulled off her shoes and then sliced through her socks, not even bothering to pull them off her feet to preserve them.  Finally, he grasped her forearms and yanked her to her feet, turning her to face her sentencer.

“A bit over-exposed for these parts,” remarked the judge.  “But if you were going to flaunt your body, the least we could do his help you.  Besides, you make for a pleasant view.  Now let’s proceed with the hearing.”

“Yes, your honor,” squeaked Sophie with a small voice.  Instinctively, she raised her cuffed hands and tried as best she could to cover her breasts.

“Who’s the first witness, prosecutor?” asked the judge.

“Hambone Willy, your honor,” replied a fat man who was also dressed as a cowboy.  In fact, everyone present was dressed as a cowboy other than the very naked defendant.

A skinny, weasely looking man came forward and sat in the chair beside the judge’s desk.  Sophie thought he looked more like a rodent than a cowboy.  And she was completely unnerved by the way that Hambone was leering at her the entire time he was being questioned.

“When was your horse stolen?” the prosecutor asked.

“Only about an hour before the city slut showed up in town,” replied Hambone as his eyes seemed to devour the naked beauty before him.

Sophie gasped at being called a city slut and then blushed as she realized that was how they all viewed her.

“I rest my case,” smiled the prosecutor as he turned back to his seat.

Sophie gasped.  “Wait!  You think that makes me guilty?”

“Hush, city girl,” admonished the judge.  “Or I’ll find you in contempt of court.”

Sophie humphed at the rebuke.  This was insane!  How could they treat her like this?  This wasn’t fair at all!

“Does the defense want to call any witnesses?” asked the judge.

Another fat man stood up.  Sophie had never seen him before and couldn’t imagine how he could defend her without ever talking to her before.  “I call Jumpin’ Jake to the stand, your honor.”

Jake stepped forward and took the chair that was recently vacated by the rodent.  “You have known the girl the longest,” the defense lawyer said.

“Well, me and Rosie, yes,” replied Jake.

“Do you know Sophie Cranbrook of New York to be a horse thief?” asked the lawyer, trying to look as official as possible and smiling proudly at Sophie for putting up such an excellent defense.

“I don’t know that she is,” said Jake.  “And I don’t know that she aint.  I just know where we found her.”

“All circumstantial,” said the lawyer, giving Sophie another proud look.

“Pretty suspicious if you ask me,” countered Jake.  “Two horses disappear from the same spot.  And then she is found at that very spot.”

“Again, circumstantial.  You were with the accused for quite a while after her arrest.  Did she confess to you or say anything that would indicate that she stole the horses?”

“Nah,” Jake remarked.  “She was too busy moaning.”

Oh god, thought Sophie.  Now they’ll all be sure that I’m a slut.  She wished that the earth would just swallow her up.

“Moaning?” asked the lawyer.  “Please explain.”

“Well, when we found her, she said she was looking for Decadence and needed a fill-up.  So Rosie and me brought her into town.”  Then he chuckled.  “And I filled her up.  That’s what got her to moaning.”

Oh, god, thought Sophie again.  This is just horrible!

The judge slammed his gavel down hard on his desk, causing Sophie to nearly jump out of her skin.  “Guilty!  The girl is found guilty and is sentenced to be hanged by the neck until she is dead.”

Sophie fainted.

When she awoke, she was tied to a table face up with her legs dangling off the edge.  People were walking around with mugs of beer and she realized that she must be in the ‘saloon.’  The rodent stood between her spread legs and was sawing his cock in and out of her pussy as he leered down at her.  A man was feasting on one of her breasts as a woman suckled on the other nipple.

“Wha…?” she stammered.  “What happened?  Why am I here?”

The woman lifted her head and kissed Sophie on the lips, causing Sophie to cringe.  “You were found guilty, city slut.  But since you like being filled up, the judge granted you that as your dying wish.  The boys are just helping out until tomorrow morning when they hang you.”

“Oh god!” groaned Sophie.  “This can’t be happening!”

“You should be good and full by morning,” the woman smiled and kissed her again.  “There’s over thirty of them waiting their turn.”

Sophie shook her head in disbelief.  Rodent spurted his seed into her and was replaced by the prosecutor who plunged his erect cock into her pussy.  Over and over again, she was fucked by the crazy men of this crazy town until finally she passed out from exhaustion.

Chapter 3

She woke up the next morning and gasped as she looked around.  She shook her head to clear it and then looked again, not believing what she was seeing.  The town was gone.  In its place was what looked like a stately English manor, complete with a horse-drawn coach in front.

Maybe this is just a bad dream, she thought.  Or maybe I’m losing my mind.  It sure is weird, though.

She was stuffed into a cage and did her best to turn to look around.  It was difficult in the cramped space but eventually she was able to look in all directions.  There was no mistaking it.  If she didn’t know better, she would swear that she was in the English countryside.

A trumpet sounded and people started gathering in front of the manor house.  Some rode their horses.  Some walked and led their horses.  They even dressed like they were in England with red blazers and riding pants and those funny black helmets that equestrians wear.  She recognized most of the people from the day before.

What in the world was going on?  Yesterday, they were a bunch of uncouth, scruffy cowboys.  Today they were British gentility?  The men were even clean shaven today.

The only constant between the two days was her.  She was still naked.

The trumpet sounded again and the group stood still and became silent.  “Welcome to the annual Decadence foxhunt,” said one of the men who appeared to be the host.  “This is always a highlight of the season and promises to be quite lively and entertaining again this year.”

Polite clapping started from both the mounted and unmounted people standing around.  When the clapping died down, the host continued.

“We only have one fox this year but she’s quite the vixen.  She will be on display in the cage over there for ten minutes and then we will release her.  We’ll give her the usual head start and then start the hunt.”

Sophie sucked in her breath.  Was she the fox?  Were they going to be hunting her?  What happened to the hanging?  Not that she was complaining about not being executed but what was going on?

“At this point, I ask that you all inspect your weapons and make sure that the safety is engaged.”

Sophie gasped as an assortment of weapons was pulled out and inspected by the group.  It looked like an attack force!  Oh my gosh, she thought.  They’re going to shoot me instead of hang me!

The weapons were looked over and then put away.  Then the leader spoke again.  “If the fox is taken alive, she’ll belong to whoever catches her until tomorrow morning.  Tomorrow, we’ll turn her over to the taxidermist for stuffing and mounting or the chef for cooking and serving up for a meal, depending on the wishes of the captor.

Oh god, thought Sophie as she listened, feeling her blood run cold.  This just goes from bad to worse!

“Now let’s get familiar with the fox,” said the host as he got off of his horse.  All of the other people who were on horses got off and the group walked over to the cage.  Sophie was extracted by two of the men and then they fastened her wrists to two cuffs that dangled downward from a pole.

It was so humiliating to be fondled and groped and probed by the men and women who were inspecting her.  She felt her cheeks blushing crimson as fingers pushed into her sex and bottom.  Her breasts were lifted and squeezed and stretched.  Her teeth and tongue were viewed for some reason she didn’t understand.  And then suddenly, everyone stopped.

“Two last things to do before we let her go,” said the host.  “Sarah, you know what to do.”

A woman stepped forward and squeezed both breasts.  She manipulated the nipples, causing them to stiffen against Sophie’s will.  Then she leaned down as if she was inspecting the little nubbins.

“This one,” said Sarah.  Then she pulled what looked like an odd pair of pliers from her pocket and held it to Sophie’s right nipple.  She closed the pliers quickly and Sophie felt pain erupting in her breast, causing her to shriek.

As quickly as the attack started, the pliers were removed.  Sophie looked down and gasped at what she saw.  It looked like a security tag that retailers use to thwart shoplifters.  She couldn’t believe that someone would mar her body that way!

She continued to stare at it, almost as if she was in shock.  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she realized that her poor defenseless nipple had been skewered.  But her mind was still working.  She wracked her brain trying to figure out what the thing was before it eventually dawned on her.  It was a tracking device!  They could use this thing to hunt her down!  It didn’t matter how fast or how far she ran.  They would be able to find her.  Sophie groaned at the helplessness of her situation.

While she was still staring at her abused nipple, her wrists were released and lowered.  A chain was fastened tightly around her waist and then her wrists were cuffed to the chain.  She had some motion in her arms but not much.

“Release the fox!” shouted the host.  The crowd parted, providing an avenue of escape for Sophie but she was too dumbfounded to move.

“Run, girl,” said one of the women as she spanked Sophie’s naked ass.  That was all the encouragement that Sophie needed and she started running through the opening that the crowd had made.  Other hands spanked her as she ran past people, but she kept running for her life.

She got to the edge of the woods and just kept running, ignoring the pain in her feet from the sticks and stones that littered the forest floor.  Quickly, she was surrounded by trees and the manor house was gone from view.

She kept running, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and her sadistic tormentors.  Her breasts were not large but the constant bouncing caused by her quick pace and the fact that they were not supported at all was still uncomfortable to her and was a distraction.

She finally stopped to catch her breath and to create a plan.  Her first move was to change directions.  That would confuse her pursuers a bit and might buy her some time to figure out a better plan.

Then she remembered the horrid tracking device that penetrated her nipple.  That had to come off even if she had to tear her precious nipple to get it off.  It was better than being shot and killed.  She reached up to grab it but the cuffs secured to her waist chain prevented her from getting at it.  Sophie groaned in frustration and then started running in a different direction.

Sophie ran for what seemed like an eternity.  She was surprised that she didn’t come across any roads or other signs of civilization.  She planned on following roads or power lines until she found someone who could help her.  But all that she discovered was wilderness and more wilderness.

She was growing tired and was becoming sweaty.  At least it was a warm fall day so she didn’t have to worry about becoming chilled.  Her feet ached from the abuse they were receiving as she ran and she had a couple of scratches on her legs from the brush that she had to run through at times.

She paused beside a stream to rest and to get a drink of water.  It was awkward to drink without the use of her hands but she finally figured out a way, even though she ended up wetting her hair in the process.

Finally, she sat down on a rock and leaned back against a tree as she evaluated her situation.  It looked pretty bleak to her.  She was naked.  She was tagged.  It seemed like just a matter of time before she was shot.  Sophie started to cry, wondering why these people were doing this to her.  She had never done anything to them.  Why were they being so cruel?

Her thoughts were cut short, however, but the sound of a gunshot.  The tree she was leaning against splintered about a foot over her head where the bullet struck it.

“Damn!” she exclaimed.  She immediately stood up and started running in the opposite direction from the gunshot.  She never looked back, trying to evade her hunters as long as she could.  She heard two more gunshots as she raced through the forest and felt her breasts bouncing wildly on her chest.

Eventually, she slowed down again.  She was not sure how much longer she could keep this up but at least the gunfire had faded away.  She walked for a little bit, catching her breath, when she heard more shots off to the left.  She heard one of the bullets ricocheting off of a nearby rock and she immediately turned right and started running as fast as she could.

This pattern continued through the rest of the morning.  She would lose her pursuers and then they would find her and start shooting at her.  Again, it all seemed so hopeless and she never ever found any roads.

In the early afternoon, she was being shot at again from in front of her this time.  She quickly turned and ran back the way she had come.  She ran for about a hundred yards and then went flying head over heels, tumbling and somersaulting down the path.  With her wrists bound the way that they were, it was difficult to stand up but she finally struggled to her feet.

“How’s my little fox?” she heard a feminine voice ask.  She spun toward the voice and saw Rose smiling at her.  She sighed deeply as she realized that the end might be nearer than she hoped.

But she wasn’t caught yet!  She turned to run.  Rose was too fast for her, though.  The older woman easily looped a rope around Sophie’s neck and snared her.  Sophie tried to pull away from her but she was too tired from all of her exertions.  It was an easy task for Rose to yank on the rope and topple her captive.

Rose spent the next few minutes binding her captured fox.  She looped rope around the girl’s ankles, tying them together.  Then she bound the girl’s arms so that they were held tightly to her body.  Finally, she tied a rope around Sophie’s neck, fashioning a crude collar and leash.

As Rose was binding her prey, Sophie looked around.  She saw that a rope was tied between two trees across the trail.  That was what had toppled her.  It had been a trap!

Rose helped Sophie to her feet after she was satisfied with her rope work and reached out, cupping the girl’s left breast.  “You are a beautiful little fox.”

Sophie tried to pull away from the uninvited touch but Rose held her firmly in place.

“Why didn’t you shoot me?” asked Sophie.

“Too messy,” replied Rose.  “Besides, I would have missed out on owning this delicious body and toying with it for the rest of the day.”  She gave the breast in her hand another squeeze.

“So are you going to have me stuffed tomorrow?” asked Sophie.  “Or are you planning on eating me?”

Rose laughed.  “I’m not sure.  They both sound great to me.  But I’m thinking of having you stuffed.  You’d be a nice decorative piece for my living room.”

Sophie felt a chill race down her spine.  Despite the woman’s laughter, she seemed very serious.  Sophie couldn’t imagine someone having a stuffed, naked human in their house.  This was a nightmare!  No, this was worse than a nightmare.  Nightmares go away at the end of the night.  This was real!

Rose led her horse over to where Sophie was standing.  By this time, several other riders had congregated and were looking down at the pair of women.

“Foxy fox you have there, Lady Rose,” said one of the men with an awful impersonation of an English accent.

“I’ll give you a few farthings for that tight ass,” said a second one with an even worse accent.

“I’ll pay you more than that,” spoke a woman.  “That’s a valuable asset that you have, Lady Rose.  Name your price.”  This accent sounded like it was for real.  It was cultured and melodic.

“I might consider selling her after she’s stuffed,” Rose told the woman.  “Until then, she’s going to entertain me.”

The English woman shrugged her shoulders.  “Seems like such a shame to stuff her.  Do you plan on mounting her head over your fireplace?”

“That’s a good idea,” replied Rose.  “I had been thinking of standing her up in my living room as a kind of sculpture; or at least a coat rack.  Her head would look great over my mantle, though.”

Sophie gulped as she tried to imagine what her seemingly very short future held for her.  These people really were serious!  She thought about protesting or pleading or something.  But she decided against it.  She would save her begging for when she was alone with Rose.

“Could a couple of you gents help me get my fox onto my horse?” asked Rose as she looked at the men who were staring at the naked prey.

“Surely, Lady Rose,” replied one of the men.  Two of them dismounted and then lifted Sophie like she was simply baggage, groping and pawing her defenseless body in the process.  She was draped across the horse in front of the saddle and then Rose lifted herself into the saddle.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Rose asked rhetorically as they rode the horse together through the woods.  Sophie felt the woman’s hand gliding over one of her naked bottom cheeks, caressing it.  Occasionally, a finger would glide between the two mounds and over her little pucker, causing her to shudder.  A few times, Rose even insinuated her finger between the bound legs to stroke Sophie’s petals.  Sophie couldn’t believe it but it felt like her sex was even wet.  “Don’t you just love a perfect fall day like this?”

Sophie listened to Rose babble but chose not to respond.  It was all so infuriating to her.  It was not right!  She felt objectified.  She didn’t know if that was even a word but it should be, she thought.  That was the way she was being treated.  She was being treated as if she was an object.

It was as if they thought she had no feelings whatsoever.  She was just being used for their entertainment.  She was initially used for their sexual pleasure.  Then they hunted her just for fun.  Who knew what Rose had planned for her for the rest of the day?  But right now, she was just a warm body draped across the horse to be fondled and played with as entertainment for Rose.  And tomorrow, she was to be killed and stuffed to forever decorate someone’s home.  She just wanted to scream!

They rode together for quite a while.  Sophie knew that she had run a lot but she had no idea that she had gotten this far.  Rose kept fondling the soft curves and swells that were presented to her and Sophie’s mind started to wander.  She was brought back to the present by a hard spank to her bottom.

“Ouch!”

“I asked you a question, little fox,” said Rose as she started caressing the cheek that she had just punished.

Sophie thought quickly, trying to figure out what was asked.  She reached back in her memory and then responded.  “Yes, I love nice fall days.”

This response earned her another spank, this time to her other bottom cheek.  “That’s not what I asked.  I asked you if you thought I was pretty.”

Sophie silently groaned as she heard the question.  What was the right way to answer that to someone who was holding you prisoner and who planned to kill you soon?  She finally decided that honesty was best.

“Yes, I think you’re very pretty,” Sophie said truthfully.  “I think you’re beautiful.”

Rose truly was beautiful.  At thirty, she had a perfectly formed body.  She was about six inches taller than Sophie’s five feet four inches and had all of the right curves.  Her narrow waist gave way to gently flaring feminine hips.  Her breasts were large and Sophie guessed them to require a D cup bra but they did not seem massive on the much taller body.

And her face was gorgeous.  Brilliant, long, wavy red hair flowed down her shoulders and back and framed a face that could only be described as elegant and beautiful.  And her eyes were like emeralds as the green in them sparkled in the sunlight.

“Thank you, my fox,” replied Rose.  “I think you’re beautiful too.  Your body is so perfect that it’s almost yummy.”

Sophie groaned.  Maybe Rose was having second thoughts and was now planning on eating her.  Oh well, she thought.  Dead is dead.  It doesn’t matter what they do to her after that.

“Please don’t kill me, Rose,” pleaded Sophie.  “Please.”

This earned her another spank and elicited a yelp from her.  Rose spoke again as her hand started to roam over the silky flesh of her prisoner.

“That’s Mistress to you.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” blurted Sophie.  “Please don’t kill me, Mistress.”

Rose reached out and patted the top of Sophie’s head.  Sophie’s long hair was loose and flowed downward, hiding her face from the world in the position she was in.  “Don’t worry your pretty blonde head, little fox.  What will happen, will happen.  In the meantime, just enjoy.”

“Enjoy?!?!?!?” thought Sophie.  “How am I supposed to enjoy?  I have been treated like a prisoner.  My nipple was skewered.  I was hunted.  And now I’m slung across the back of a horse like a sack of potatoes.  What’s to enjoy?”

But she remained silent instead of protesting, not wanting to anger her captor.  Eventually, they emerged from the woods and were back at the manor house.  Rose dismounted and then sliced through the rope that bound Sophie’s ankles together.  Sophie was helped to the ground and then was led into the house.

Sophie gasped again as she walked through the door.  Again, it was nothing but an elaborate façade.  There was grass on the ‘outside’ of the building and grass on the ‘inside.’  The only difference was that the ‘inside’ contained a canopy bed, a bath, some upholstered chairs and a sofa.

“Welcome to my home, little fox,” smiled Rose as she gripped Sophie’s shoulders and turned the girl to face her.  She leaned down and kissed Sophie, causing the girl to shudder.

“Let’s get that tag off of you first,” Rose continued after she broke the kiss.  She picked up the pliers from earlier and positioned them at the horrid little tag that was fastened to Sophie’s nipple.  The girl cried out from the pain as the jaws opened and freed the nipple but it was all over quickly.  She looked down to see what damage was done but everything looked normal.  There wasn’t even any blood, which Sophie thought was odd.  She reached up to touch it but the cuffs attached to her waist chain prevented even that simple inspection.

“The first thing we need to do is clean you up,” announced Rose.  She led her captive to the tub which had already been filled and was steaming in the cooling fall air.  “Foxes sure can get dirty when they run around the woods.”

Rose left the wrists cuffed to the waist chain so Sophie had to be helped to be able to sit in the tub.  She settled into the warm tub, enjoying the fragrance of the scented water.

Sophie was surprised when Rose started taking off her clothes.  They might be in a pretend house but they were still outdoors.  Anybody walking by would be able to see her nudity.  But maybe that didn’t matter to Rose.  This was a very strange group.  They were certainly kinky enough.  Maybe flashing to others was a turn-on for them.

The more the clothes were removed, the more stunning Rose looked.  The removal of the jacket confirmed to Sophie how generously endowed her captor was.  The blouse came off next, revealing the creamy, flawless flesh of her shoulders and abdomen.

Rose sat down in one of the chairs in her make-believe bedroom and struggled out of her riding boots.  This allowed her to slide the riding slacks over her hips and down her legs.  Sophie sucked in her breath when Rose stood again and smiled at her.  She looked like a goddess!!!

The bra was next and Sophie’s mouth went dry.  She sat motionless in the warm water and simply stared at the perfectly formed, perfectly curved, firm globes that rode high on her owner’s chest.  There was only the slightest hint of sag but even that was very sexy.  The upper swells pushed outward, reinforcing in Sophie’s mind how full the breasts were.  And each globe was capped with a pink and very erect nipple.

The panties were the last to be discarded.  Rose hooked her thumbs in the waistband and looked at the prisoner in the tub, smiling at her.  She slowly, seductively, inched the panties down her long legs, keeping eye contact with her captive.  She pushed them all the way to her ankles and then stood up, stepping gracefully out of them.

Sophie sucked in her breath again as Rose stood erect.  Sophie tried to tear her eyes away from the ideal feminine form that stood in front of her but couldn’t.  Rose was breathtaking.  She was what every woman secretly aspired to be.

What truly amazed Sophie was how sleek and yet sexy she looked.  Rose was svelte and elegant.  She had curves everywhere they should be and none were either overstated or understated.  And she didn’t seem to have a single hair on her body below her neck.

Sophie’s eyes were drawn to the juncture of the two legs where most women proudly wore a small patch of fur.  Some women let the patch grow wild.  Some trimmed it.  Some shaped it.  Rose had no patch.  She was completely devoid of hair and Sophie thought it looked so erotic.

“You seem to like what you see,” smiled Rose.

“Oh… Er….” stammered Sophie.  “I don’t know what you mean.”  Then she caught herself and tried to be truthful.  “You are very beautiful, if that’s what you mean.”

Rose moved gracefully toward the big tub and Sophie watched the large breasts swaying seductively.  The captor leaned down and kissed her captive’s forehead before stepping into the tub behind her.  Sophie stiffened as Rose’s legs stretched forward on either side of her and then gasped as the older woman pulled her backward.

The owner wrapped her arms around her property, pulling the two bodies tightly together.  Sophie felt the soft pillowy breasts pressing against her back and trembled slightly.

“You are so beautiful,” whispered Rose into Sophie’s ear.  “I want you.”

Sophie was confused.  She was shackled.  She was a prisoner already.  What did Rose mean?  “I think you already have me.”

Rose giggled, which Sophie found odd.  Were murderers supposed to giggle?  “Yes, I guess I do own you.”

Rose slid both hands up Sophie’s belly to her breasts and cupped them, letting her hands cover them.  Sophie trembled again and looked down at her chest.  She saw the older woman’s fingers fanning out over her prized mounds and then sinking into the soft flesh.  She felt unwanted thrills rushing through her body and wondered where that was coming from.

She expected her nipple to hurt at the touch from being so horribly abused and marred earlier.  But there was no pain.  She felt a familiar erotic tingling in both of her breasts and wondered once again how her body could betray her like that.  She was not into women.  She had never even been with a woman in this way before.  Why was she reacting this way to the other woman’s touch?

Sophie seemed to be mesmerized by the actions of the fingers.  She watched them dance over her breasts as more unwanted thrills rushed through her body.  Eventually, one hand released a breast while the other moved back and forth between the twin mounds.  She watched Rose grip a nipple and roll it back and forth before repeating the action with the other.  Again, there was no pain; just little erotic thrills.  The other hand rubbed the girl’s belly in slow circles before gliding lower to toy with the tuft of fair hair on her mound.

Sophie wanted to pull her legs together.  She should not let this go any further.  She was surprised that she didn’t close her legs, though.  She continued to look down and watch Rose hold and toy with her breasts and saw the fingers of the other hand sliding lower.

She trembled again as two fingers came in contact with her labia.  Rose gave her left breast a squeeze and then let her fingers glide down the length of her petals.  “Are you cold, little fox?” asked Rose.

“No,” replied Sophie in a whisper.  “I mean no, Mistress.”

“Good,” said Rose, shifting her attention to the right breast and letting her fingers move slowly up and down the silky folds of the girl’s sex.  “I can’t be letting my new pet get sick on me.”

The fingers kept stroking up and down the petals and Sophie felt her body responding. Occasionally, the fingers would pause in their stroking and shift to her clit.  The little bud was stroked and more wild, erotic thrills shot through her body.  Rose finally shifted her attention again.  A finger slipped between the petals and pushed into the girl causing Sophie to suck in her breath.

Rose would pump her finger in and out a few times and then stroke the satiny folds before returning to strum the sensitive little clit.  Sophie’s pulse quickened and her breathing became ragged.  After what seemed like a lifetime of this exquisite torture, Sophie tensed and groaned as an orgasm wracked her captive body.

Rose finished bathing the girl after Sophie returned from her orgasmic high.  The tub was abandoned and the older woman dried both bodies.  The captor brushed the blonde captive’s hair for a long time until it glimmered in the sunlight that streamed through the make-believe bedroom.  Then Rose took her new pet to bed.

Sophie was truly introduced to Sapphic pleasures for the remainder of the day and well into the night.  Rose licked Sophie to another orgasm and then had Sophie reciprocate.  The prisoner resisted at first but Rose was both patient and insistent.  Soon, the girl’s tongue was waggling and providing pleasure to her new owner.

Sophie did not need nearly as much coaching and persuasion when it came time to worshipping Rose’s breasts.  She found them fascinating and so, so erotic.  She eagerly feasted on them after her third orgasm, sucking greedily on the puffy nipples, almost as if she was addicted to the perfect mounds.

People wandered around throughout the afternoon and evening, making Sophie self-conscious at first.  After a couple of hours of being watched and commented on, Sophie was finally able to block the spectators out of her mind.  She simply concentrated on pleasuring her owner and receiving pleasure.

Both naked women finally fell asleep with their limbs entwined in a warm embrace.  Sometime during the night, someone drew a blanket over their nudity to keep them warm throughout the chilly night.

To be continued.