The Huntress and The Hunter The Hunter knew the goddess very well from previous meetings and had been struck by her manner of polite distraction and her curiosity for mortals. But it was a chance meeting in the forest of his great Estates that encouraged him to be bold. His own hunting party comprising his dogs and of course two servants, entered the clearing and in the centre crouched a vision that delighted the Hunter. Though it caused his dogs to quieten and his servants to stop and wait nervously at the edge. She was crouching in the centre with the strong dappled light playing across her tunic and her dishevelled hair. A delicate leg was revealed by her stance to be, nevertheless, strong and beautiful, though it was her arms which steadied herself and clutched her bow which attracted the Hunter's particular attention. They were also delicate but striated with a web of sinew and muscle which suggested considerable strength but nevertheless maintained an attractive femininity. "Good day, goddess" he ventured "Be quiet Hunter, I know you are there." She said this without looking at him. He stood patiently until she had finished her examination of the ground. Clearly exasperated she stood and faced her bold subject. "I have failed to find my quarry today, Hunter, and I am not in the best frame of mind to receive obsequities from such as you" The goddess scowled at the Hunter and stood up with arms folded and leaning on her bow. The Hunter bowed and gestured with the minimum of movement necessary to avoid impoliteness. "My apologies goddess, I did not mean to interrupt. We on the other hand have been very successful." "If your intention is to irritate me, Hunter, there is no need. You have already succeeded. What is it you want, mortal-for-very-little-longer!" The Hunter had wondered himself what he wished to do. But there, instantly, formed a thought in his mind. He smiled. "In other, less distracted moments, you have often said that you wished to experience the feelings and thoughts of mortals. Especially that of the pleasure of erotic pain. I am offering the opportunity today, goddess of that experience." "Hah, I have no interest in your trivial games today, Hunter. I have watched you perform your, only very slightly interesting, rituals with your female servants and that is sufficient to tell me all I wish to know." The Hunter did not believe her, and had anticipated her stubbornness. "I am offering you a competition, goddess with a prize for the winner. If you win, you may punish me in whatever manner you have observed me undertake with my servants and wife as you wish. If I win, I will be allowed to do the same." The goddess lifted her chin and could be seen to have taken a great interest in the Hunter's offer. She spoke slowly; "So, this appears to be a very one-sided game Hunter. You are, after all, no match for my ability, strength and wit." The Hunter explained the terms of his competition to an increasingly delighted goddess. He would tie the girl servant, who had accompanied him, to a tree as a target for the display of the bowmanship skills of both goddess and subject. The other male servant had gallantly started to object, but was silenced by his glowering master. Thus, the girl was led to an immature beech and tied securely. "Goddess", pronounced the Hunter, "The purpose is to strike an arrow as close to the heart of the girl as possible without wounding or, of course, killing her. From this distance. We shall have three arrows each" The Hunter marked a position on the ground with the heel of his boot and it seemed, to both the whimpering girl and the other alarmed servant to be a considerable distance from the target. The girl had been divested of her outer clothes, but even so, the light cloth of her slip fluttered in the occasional breeze and this would hamper accuracy. "There is one further condition. You must become mortal yourself for both the competition and the punishment afterwards. You will accept?" The goddess was angered by this as she was well aware of her vulnerability if she accepted this condition. The Hunter could see her thoughts pass through her body as she appeared to grow taller and emanate an aura of rage. However, this passed because, first, she knew that she was more skilled, even as a mortal, than any man. Secondly she could admit to a thrill of excitement at the prospect of giving a very mortal beating to a very arrogant man. Her only regret was that she would not lose and would have no opportunity to receive the same. She smiled. "I accept Hunter, but you must begin." The Hunter nodded and he positioned himself behind the mark. He stared thoughtfully at the girl who was now rigid with fear ..... and common sense. He placed an arrow and drew his bow, then paused, concentration evident in his steely gimlet eye. The arrow, released, sped through the air and struck the wood of the tree barely a handbreadth above the girls head. The girl in turn cried out as she flinched away from the quivering stem above her. "A fine shot, Hunter. I will congratulate you but of course, it is not nearly good enough" With that, the goddess took her position, placed one of her arrows in the finely carved bow and drew back effortlessly. The Hunter could not help noticing how even the arrow was decorated with polished inlays and iridescent feathering. He was also impressed by the tautened muscles across her arm and the smile that danced across her lips. She loosed the arrow. It whipped through the air and embedded itself in the wood, splitting the Hunter's arrow into a frond of waving tendrils. The smile of the Hunter's face froze as he realised that the goddess was playing with him. He knew that he was skilled but had counted on the goddesses powers leaving her as she became mortal. It appeared not to be the case. "Please, Hunter" she said and gestured to the mark. The Hunter took his place and pulled a second arrow from his quiver, placed it on his bow and drew back. This time, he was not so confident and took longer to steady his aim. Once loosed, the arrow sped towards the girl and entered the space between her legs. It tore through the cloth and the girl squealed as she felt it brush the lips of her sex and enter the wood, burying itself up to the full length of the arrow tip. Closer perhaps than his first, but not as good as he would have wished. The goddess laughed; "that was not nearly good enough Hunter." She was now clearly enjoying herself and had banished all previous thoughts of her disappointing day's hunting. The bow was drawn back casually once again, but this time her face had more determination. The arrow whistled through the air and it was perfectly placed to enter the wood to the side of the girl, just below the arm and undoubtedly closest to her heart. The goddess raised her bow in the air in a gesture of triumph and looked at the Hunter with unconcealed delight. The Hunter massaged his chin and looked thoughtful. To the goddess's consternation, the Hunter stood on the mark and started to pace and count his way towards the girl. On reaching her, he could see the girl tremble and the fact that she was standing, almost on tiptoe to avoid touching the arrow shaft that protruded from between her thighs. He did not smile. Instead he stood behind the tree and paced the same distance away from it in the opposite direction. There he drew a mark. He turned, but could see neither the girl, nor the goddess who were now concealed. If he had, he would have seen that the girl was oblivious to anything but maintaining her uncomfortable stance, and that the goddess simply looked puzzled. This time, the Hunter chose his arrow with considerable care and took out the straightest, strongest arrow with the sharpest and heaviest point to it that he could find. Placing the arrow to the bow, he drew back and pulled it as far as he could muster. And with veins bulging and pounding across his face, neck and arms he then drew back some more. This time as the arrow left the bow, it whistled and shrieked then entered the wood of the tree with a resounding scream. Splinters from the tree showered the air as it buried itself almost up to its end feathering into the soft green wood. The Hunter ran to the target and arrived just as the goddess, who had realised what he had done, reached the girl and was pulling her roughly away from the tree as far as the tight bindings would allow. There, at her back, the tip of the arrow protruded from the bark no more that the thickness of a fingernail. It was undoubtedly closest to the girls heart than any other possibility. The goddess screamed with rage. "You have tricked me Hunter, you have tricked me. I will not forget this and you will suffer. I say that you will suffer!" The Hunter had seen the rages of the goddess before and was not unduly concerned. "But goddess, we have an agreement. And you will honour it as much as I honour your word." The goddess pounded the tree with her fist, which shook and caused the girl to close her eyes and whimper. Eventually, the goddess calmed herself and the Hunter spoke. "In any case, goddess, you still have your third arrow." The goddess looked back grimly at the Hunter as she walked to the centre of the clearing; "As you well know, my clever Hunter, I cannot better that and so will not try. I concede defeat and you shall have your prize. Come here and do with me as you wish and desire." With that she threw her bow across the clearing in disgust and crouched down as before, though this time only to reflect and not to hunt. As the Hunter, smiling now and with his own heart beating faster, walked over to claim his prize, he said; "I am honoured by your gracious admission of defeat. It is more than I could have possibly hoped for. However, I have one final humiliation to give to you." The goddess looked up with a start. "What is this, what do you mean, humiliation?" The Hunter stood over the goddess-that-was, folded his arms and smiled; "Well of course, there is one final arrow that you could have used to win the competition." The goddess frowned and demanded what she could have done that she had not already considered before admitting defeat. "Do you see my servant over there, gently untying the girl. He is her lover. If you had shot your arrow and killed him, you would have been closer to her heart than any physical object could possibly have reached. That is how you could have won." The goddess closed her eyes and drew her lips into a thin line. There was a pause whilst the Hunter wondered if he had now gone too far. Eventually she spoke. "You are clever Hunter and I did not think of that. Being mortal for me obviously has its disadvantages. Why then, Hunter did you not kill your servant with your first arrow and be done with this comedy?" "Because my goddess, I am here only to entertain you and where would have been the element of danger, the excitement of the hunt to obtain your appreciation of the punishment to come or the distraction that you so obviously required." The Hunter paused, then could not resist a final remark. "And in any case, if I had had to kill him, he would have been unable to help me carry back to the castle, the boar I shot earlier today. You would not have wished to deprive me of my hunting success even as you were unsuccessful?" The goddess-that-was stood up. "You have indeed humiliated me. What is it that you wish me to do." The goddess-that-was placed folded her hands in front of her white tunic and stood with downcast eyes, now wet with suppressed fury and humiliation. But she will have her revenge. For now, she would have to endure the punishment. The Hunter began. First, he sent his servants away to collect his boar and to return to the castle; they were grateful to leave. Then he turned to the downcast but defiant figure that stood before him. He sat on a fallen trunk . "Now, goddess-who-was, I believe that for your punishment, you will be beaten. And for this it is necessary for you to disrobe. Please do so." "Is that necessary?"; said the goddess with iron in her voice. "Most certainly it is, and I would suggest that your tone is more.........subservient if this punishment is not to take longer" smiled the Hunter. The goddess reached behind her neck and undid the clasp which allowed her tunic to fall away. The goddess stood in all her magnificant nakedness before the Hunter but she was clearly discomfited by the gaze of a mortal upon her. The Hunter could not suppress a sharp intake of breath which revealed his obvious and all-encompassing desire to possess this exquisite body. The strong arms and athletic legs that he saw before were now seen to complement a beautifully toned and very feminine body. Her breasts were small but shapely and she seemed not to be affected by the cooling air that had crept into the clearing as the afternoon sun fell. The goddess burned under this possessive gaze and had to speak; "Recall, Hunter, the fate of the last mortal to see this goddess naked. My hounds were well fed that evening" "But for the moment, you are the goddess-that-was and we have a bargain." Replied the Hunter and once again he smiled. The Hunter swung his leg to sit astride the trunk of the tree; "Come here and lie across my knees." The goddess shook her head in refusal and with that, the Hunter reached out and grasped her wrist; "It will be better for you goddess if you comply; my patience is wearing thin and I have not yet decided how severe your punishment is to be." The goddess, who in her observations of similar games played by the Hunter, remembered their severity. She shook off the hand that held her and she lowered herself upon his lap. Losing her balance, she fell across until her hands grasped the rough ground. This allowed only her toes to stretch and touch the ground. It was an uncomfortable and extremely humiliating position. The Hunter had placed their belongings in a pile by her head and now he reached for them to choose an appropriate device for the punishment. His hands paused briefly over the bow belonging to the goddess. She saw this action and looked back to the Hunter and mouthed a protesting "no". She was well aware of the strength and suppleness of her weapon and what it could do. The Hunter smiled; "Perhaps a prize for another competition" conceded the Hunter and moved on. Reaching instead for his satchel, he produced a fine silver metal handmirror which he displayed before her eyes. "Note, goddess that the handmirror not only has a polished silver face, but an embossed back." The goddess looked over the item and could see that the back was covered in a raised and engraved picture of the Minotaur. "Which side shall we use goddess, you may choose if you wish." Somehow, the goddess felt that she had no choice and indicated her desire for the decorated face. "A wise choice goddess-that-was" With that decision, the Hunter placed one hand against the nape of her neck and pushed her forward. This required her to lose the tenuous grip of her toes and so her exquisite bottom rose and squirmed in the Hunter's lap. Eventually, balance was regained and the Hunter drew back the handmirror. SMACK! The metal mirror made contact on the fleshiest part of one buttock and the goddess let out a surprised. "Ow" which disturbed the quiet air of the wood. She started to pull away, but the Hunter grasped her firmly and held her still. "Be still, goddess, we have barely begun" said the Hunter and he paused to examine his handiwork. Within a few moments a gratifying redness appeared on the pale flesh. He laughed with pleasure as the red mark he had made revealed itself as the perfect imprint of the Minotaur. The goddess struggled to look back but could not see the cause of his merriment. She could still feel the cause of the mark, however. Again the Hunter pushed her back into posiiton and he raised the handmirror again. This time he delivered several blows in quick succession. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The goddess screamed and bucked under the stinging blows and cursed this impudent mortal subjecting her to such indignity. Gasping for breath between the blows, she managed to speak; "You...will....feel.....my....OW.....revenge.....m...mortahhhhl." Now glowing redder than the late afternoon sun, the Hunter stopped to examine his prize. The buttocks now glowed with a fresh scarlet colour and he placed his hands upon the surface of the skin. The goddess was mollified by their cooling action. She started to rise. "But we are not yet done, goddess, that was only the beginning" said the Hunter calmly. Biting her lip and closing her eyes, she knew that argument was impossible. As the stinging blows that made a fiery heat of her buttocks returned, she whispered to herself; I will be revenged Hunter, and you will regret these moments. Enjoy them while you can. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.................
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