# Fox Hunt 3

Author: KevinFoxboy
Tags: Dog, Fantasy, Female, Fox, Fursuit, Human, Male, Roleplay, Series, larp, woods

#3 of HumanFox

Fox Hunt 3 (c) 2012 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved.
Adult situations, nudity, sexual innuendo

. Fox Hunt 3 - 2012-0827.0354  
  
Adult anthro characters, adult situations and language, nudity.  
  
All text and situation (c)2012 Kevin Foxboy  
(different decade, different Alice, same dog roleplay)  
  
My name's Kevin Fox. I've been interested in bipedal animals with  
language skills since before high school, but in college I found out  
that other people share the interest, which is how I came to be an  
employee of the Main Line Hunt Club, doing Live Action Role Play.  
  
I was awakened before dawn Saturday with the other young men and  
women in my kennel. We'd all come to the estate late Friday, put away  
our clothes and started role-playing dogs. We wore leather collars and  
leashes, and fake tails.  
  
Today was my turn being the fox to hunt. I'm usually one of the hunting  
dogs, but today the usual fox and I switched. She was being a sexy  
Beagle bitch today.  
  
So I got to wear the fox costume, including the fake tail anchored  
thrillingly deep in my rear. Alice put in the anchor, twisting it and making  
me forget I was naked on my knees.  
  

  Actually we all slept naked in the big dorm cages. No sense dirtying  
clothes or fake fur, until we woke up and had breakfast. We're all quite used  
to eating kibble from bowls on the floor, as long as there's water too.  
  
Alfonse our HuntMaster told us the rules of the hunt. I was to follow the double  
blue trail marks, through the estate grounds to the west and over the fence.  
He'd gotten permission from our neighbors for the hunt to go through their land.  
  
The path was marked if you knew where to look. The horses were guided by  
the hunt club's members and guests, and it was a test of our stamina and  
their equestrian skills.  
  
I should probably say that we're submissives doing the role play. I've been  
a domestic servant here at the Club part time for over a year, and today I  
get to set the pace as the quarry. I need to run fast enough to give them a  
good run, without being too easy to catch.  
  
My goal is to run cross-country with the skimpy rough unbleached cloth  
g-string and ballet slippers on. They have leather pads, so I leave fox-shaped  
tracks even though I only have two legs. I also wear a long snout mask and  
mittens so I can't hold anything as a person can.  
  

  I adjusted my fox costume and presented myself to the hunters. They  
could see the fur leg and arm covers as well as the big red bushy tail. That's  
what they were supposed to look for as I ran. But nobody had guns, they knew  
where I was heading.  
  
The hunts are supposed to last about two hours. I can't keep running the  
whole time, so they know I run in a big circle and come back behind the  
estate's main house, to the cabin. If I make it there I'm safe and win the  
hunt. Sometimes I lose on purpose.  
  
~ ~  
  
As I said, I was paraded around the grounds on a cart, so the hunters  
could get a good look at me. Wearing only the fur and tail, kneeling in the  
bondage cage, I tried to look like a scared vulpine for their amusement.  
  
Although I've been a dog on lots of Hunts here, I was scared because it was  
my first hunt with paying guests. I'd spoken with Alice while massaging  
her luscious body, so I knew what the rules were and how to improv the  
alternates to keep it interesting.  
  
But it was a lot to take in, and I didn't know how it'd feel being the fox. The  
hunting dogs gathered, and barked eagerly so I acted more scared. I took  
the opportunity to fidget around in the cage, but I was really starting to  
warm up my leg muscles.  
  

  I forgot to pay attention, and jumped a little when Master Alfonse blew  
his hunt horn. I was taken out of the bondage cage to help the guests  
mount their horses, because most of them didn't know how to stand  
at the horse and sit on it.  
  
This was a Beginner's group, and so they needed the short steps.  
Although they were all required to know how to ride, it was Ernest and  
Roberta's jobs to see the mounting went smoothly. I took the opportunity  
to keep stretching, and I did it on all fours like a fox. I'm pretty sure  
this lot thought it was usual for a fox.  
  
When Master Alfonse took my leash, he arranged me in a crouch at the  
head of the pack. When he unclipped me, he spanked me sharply, and I  
knew to start running. It may have just been showmanship to let the guests  
see me in fur and fox muzzle and not much else as I sprinted down the lawn  
off to the woods West of the estate.  
  
I heard Master Alfonse's horn sound the start of the hunt. The dogs had  
all been taking turns barking and pawing at their leashes, and now they  
ran after me. The horses knew how to start off, a short distance after the  
dog pack.  
  

  The double blue path was an easy jog through the woods, between the low  
hills that made the Intermediate Hunts more interesting. It curved North  
and meandered across the low wide stone bridge, past the low underbrush  
that a real fox lived in and ate berries from, and I took the first stone fence  
at a run.  
  
Up and over, only three feet high here. I wore pads under the fursuit anyway,  
just to keep from hurting myself on the rough stones. I'd leaped this fence  
enough times with bare arms and legs to know how to stay in rhythm. I  
purposely bent and rolled to leave trail sign for the guests.  
  
I heard the baying of the hounds (OK, human submissives role-playing  
hunt dogs) and there was Alice's short off-key yap. I forget how real beagles  
sound. She probably didn't get to vocalise much as a vixen, until she was  
caught.  
  
I jogged off through the meadow, slowing down as I tired. I'm really glad  
I'm not a real tod fleeing for his life. I dunno how such cruelty could ever  
be called 'sport'. Leave the damn fox the hell alone, he's just a small  
predator. But this was role-play.  
  

  ~ ~  
  
I got to the first fork and took the North alternate. I made sure to roll on  
the grass again as trail sign and stamp my foot-paw slippers in the dirt.  
I know a way to make it more obvious, and as I had a good lead on the  
beginner huntspeople, I did so.  
  
I slowed down and circled back, opening the cup on my g-string to mark  
a log at the fork. I did it quickly and took off again, making sure to step  
in the edge of the puddle to make an obvious paw mark. I'm pretty sure  
the newbies wouldn't know that was unrealistic.  
  
Anyway, the path was gently rising, and at the top I took a quick look back.  
There was Stan with his Dog ears flapping, slowing down taking a break  
and letting the pack tighten up. He let Master Alfonse gallop past, to avoid  
getting his pack trampled, and made sure Ernest and Roberta had the stragglers  
rounded up.  
  
Then I was off, a short break giving me energy, and ran past the first aid station.  
The log cabin was off the fork, and the path actually ran between several of the  
double-blue alternatives. If I'd been sneaky, I'd double back and run down to the  
South Fork. But these were beginners, so I didn't.  
  

  I just took the bottled energy drink and kept going. I know the health nuts would  
be appalled I took sugar and carbs, but remember I'm running and I use up the  
energy. Besides, the simple carbs didn't need much digestion, so I wouldn't cramp.  
  
I got to the second fork and jogged right. After all I'm supposed to run a wide  
circle and come back to the Lounge. I pushed the log over, to mark my trail, and  
set the rocks up too. Now in a natural forest, you'd just use trees for trail signs.  
  
But I resisted the urge to mark the rocks different from the logs. A real fleeing  
person would try to confuse his pursuers, and if you've ever been in the Boy  
Scouts you know enough woodsmanship to mark a trail on purpose. I did my  
cup thing again because I hadn't been allowed to all morning.  
  
As the Fox, I don't know if Stan or Alice were making a show of milling around  
as if they'd lost the trail. After all, real dogs would get sidetracked by all the  
other scents in a forest. I just knew our lead Dog would try to give the hunters  
a good run.  
  

  Well, I'm skipping around because I was jogging through the gentle meanders,  
and the double-blue lies in the valleys of hills so it's easy on the horses. I'd  
picked a few improv turns and passed the first aid station, and the second  
stone fence was coming up. As I said, this was the easy path, so it's over  
a small rise and past another meadow,  
  
Now the trick here is the estate is actually a working farm, and the cows  
are out grazing. I jinked around Cow 1, cause she's so used to seeing  
people in fursuits run up she didn't even stop chewing cud. I had to avoid  
her little gift, and the grass was still wet with dew.  
  
I let myself tumble and get the grass off to her left good and flat, and then  
rolled up and kept going. I crossed the second fence just South of the  
exercise tower and second aid station, because I was still drinking and  
I wasn't used to being a Fox to pace myself.  
  
~ ~  
  
My legs were starting to tingle, which meant the lactic acid was  
building up. Even if you've run marathons, it's usually in a city or on  
roads, not cross-country over grass, tree roots, stone fences and cows.  
  

  I'd been running, jogging, walking and jogging for almost an hour now,  
and I was a good six or seven miles down the double blue path. I  
haven't seen a map, so I don't know the straight-line distance. The  
carbs were kicking in, and I suppose the first hint of endorphins.  
  
Of course, the hunting dogs had been running along too, getting tired, and  
I remembered this was supposed to be a game. I slowed down, because I  
couldn't hear the barking anymore, and I knew some of the young dogs would  
be yelping along. As they tired, they'd bark softer.  
  
Now of course a real fox would be delighted to lose his pursuers and  
get a chance to rest. I frankly wasn't sure I was gonna make the half-way  
third aid station at this rate, and figgered I should have dropped the bottle  
off at the second.  
  
I was also not thinking carefully. At the third fork I tripped over a tree that  
got in my way, and while I was falling I bounced off a mossy rock that had  
run across the path to annoy me. The fursuit kept me from bleeding on  
it, but I was afraid I'd have to pay with my body for the dry-cleaning bill  
and the furry slippers didn't really support my left ankle.  
  

  As I limped off, nothing broken or sprained, I started to get that light-  
headed feeling I'd made a mistake besides falling. I didn't have the energy  
drink bottle, but littering wasn't my primary concern. I looked around  
and realised I couldn't see any of the blue tree marks I'd been following.  
  
I was off the designated trail! All the trees looked alike, I forgot which  
way I'd turned, and I was starting to panic. I'm a submissive, I'm used  
to just relaxing and letting free people tell me what to do, and now I was  
on my own. My throat tightened and I had to kneel down.  
  
I've learned I don't think well when I'm winded, and maybe my blood  
circulation's messed up, because I should be better able to get blood to  
my brain. But I felt OK while I was running, just when I paused I felt dizzy.  
  
I also tend to panic easily when I get confused. Hence the throat  
tightening, and I had trouble breathing all of a sudden. I had to remind  
myself to keep breathing, as in doing it at all, and tried to slow down  
so I wouldn't hyperventilate and faint.  
  

  After all, I was role-playing a fox, not a possum. As my vision began to  
clear I looked around at the bare trees, and found the faint paint marks  
of the old property line. Where the frak was I, and how do I get back where  
I was supposed to be?  
  
I'd hit the third fork, which should mean I'd passed the half-way point  
and was circling back to the Hunt Estate and the Lounge. I had only  
the fourth fork before hitting the private road. I tried to think, I couldn't  
have limped far from that damn rock at the fork.  
  
I'd been going downhill when I got dizzy. OK, that meant try going back  
uphill, and I could figure out where that was. As I started walking, my  
left ankle was still sore, but it didn't hurt.  
  
~ ~  
  
Now, if I'd been a real fox I'd be in serious trouble. A four-legged tod  
would be closer to the ground, of course, and probably wouldn't even  
have stumbled at that fork or hit the mossy rock. I'm sure you've  
figured out what I was doing wrong.  
  
If a fox gets injured, he's toast for bigger predators, like wolves. Even  
healthy foxes get killed. He wouldn't have cared about property lines or  
tree paint, but if I was thinking clearly I'd've known precisely where I was  
and to go back from the line.  
  

  But I hadn't laid out any of the fox hunt paths, I just knew I hadn't been  
by here before. As a submissive I get scared easily in new situations,  
and I don't think very well. I'd've remembered moss grows on the north  
side of trees and rocks, and that this one was actually trail sign.  
  
"Stop here, the Hunt Estate property ends". Of course, the double-blue path  
goes West from the Estate, and a bit North was Master Jacob's territory.  
As a member of the Main Line Hunt Club, he lets us go onto his land, and  
the double-blue curves a few hundred feet over.  
  
Anyway, I was just panicking for nothing, because uphill I saw the "Private  
Property No Trespassing" sign hugging this side of a tree, and the familiar  
double-blue paint mark. It was rather faded, and I'm allowed to inform  
the maintenance crew.  
  
I continued my 'be a fox' roleplay. I jogged off slowly, because I heard  
baying and I knew I'd lost a lot of time. I had to be careful putting weight  
on the ankle. I was leaving plenty of sign, but it was beyond the fork,  
and my little impromptu side-trip actually broke my scent-trail.  
  

  I didn't come back to the fork and rock. I was on an infrequently-used  
alternate, and I was technically breaking the rules for Beginners. I hoped  
Master Alfonse wouldn't be too angry that the dogs had to mill around to  
reacquire me. I was their target.  
  
As the double-blue path heads West, and I'd taken the North Fork before  
the first aid station, I was skirting the North-West corner of the Main Line  
Anthro Hunt Club's property. I'm aware Master Jacob keeps a cabin out  
here, and among other things, he's got a playpen this side of the property  
line.  
  
For those who don't know about adult playpens, it's not baby-play. That's a  
whole other fetish, and one of the few I don't share. The adult play involves  
bondage, tying us submissives up on trees or between them, or down on  
the ground.  
  
Because we enjoy the restraint, and the Dominants enjoy restraining us,  
I lost my step and knelt down again. I was also angry with myself for  
allowing myself to enjoy the idea of Master Jacob or his friends tying  
me down, since it doesn't always apply to animal roleplay.  
  

  It was time to run again. The energy drink hadn't run through me yet, but  
I got out the vial of fake fox scent (think about where I hid it) and dripped  
some to make up for going off course. I heard a twig snap and froze.  
  
~ ~  
  
They'd found me! All I could think about was how I'd failed the guests and  
therefore Master Alfonse. I was a bad fox, a bad submissive, and I needed  
to be punished. Actually I enjoy a mild punish, cause it doesn't kill me.  
  
But I'd forgotten how far sound travels in the dry air. It was one of the  
Beginners whose horse had stepped on the wood, alerting me. I got up  
from my knees, hoping I hadn't muddied the fake fur too much, and  
slipped quietly over the slight rise.  
  
Well, I saw Alice in her Beagle outfit milling around with Stan, and they  
were only about a half-mile away! I dunno where the lead dog or the pack  
were, and the hair on the back of my neck rose as I got the creepy feeling  
they were flanking me to pounce from both sides.  
  
Now, I may have mentioned that I really enjoy a good pounce, but I was  
role-playing the fox now so they were enemies. I tried to slink away on  
my two human feet, and I think I forgot about the fact I was leaving clear  
pawprints.  
  

  Anyway, I snuck off to my right along the double blue path, which by now  
had curved over the stone fence where Master Jacob's property juts  
south. Technically we were on his property, as was the third aid station.  
  
So I'd made the half-way point. The path doesn't go around the  
property, that's the single-blue, and there's a triple blue that curves  
East, dog-legs South, and then turns again West. That's a bit much  
for Beginners, so wait for the Intermediate or Advanced hunters.  
  
I've heard about some of the Red Expert trails, where you go over the  
river (yes, through woods) and up and down the rocks. What needs Expert  
hunting is, the rocks are loose, so it's dangerous for horses. Being up on  
their toes all the time they don't have as good a balance.  
  
Anyway, fox and hounds. OK, I avoided the pack and slipped down the  
rarely-used Beginner path, because there was a hill which was a bit much  
for them. But they'd told me when I was serving meals in the Lounge they  
had ridden horses before, so I figgered, give em something a bit difficult.  
  

  Of course Master Alfonse could just lead them around the far side which  
sloped gently. It takes longer, so I'd get a lead, and I didn't know how the  
Hunt leaders felt today. Maybe they'd already had enough at the third  
fork and mossy rock.  
  
But Master Alfonse had told me to pick my own improv, since a real fox  
wouldn't make it easy, and I claim this was just obeying. After all, I'd  
rolled a short distance from the moss rock to give myself away, and  
I'd left body-warmed scent at the third aid station.  
  
I was sure the pack could pick me up again. I was thinking about  
Alice's vixen scent and how she'd delayed us on her last run. She didn't  
have to leave scent to reveal herself, she could've just rolled on the far  
side of the lake.  
  
Anyway, I was committed to the improv, so I just jogged on down the path.  
Of course, a real fox wouldn't follow such an obvious path, so our hunt wasn't  
completely realistic. At the third aid station I'd taken another energy drink,  
since they're just sitting in plain sight.  
  
Of course, that also lets the hunters know I've been by there. Even if  
they'd lost my trail, Master Alfonse would know to look, so I didn't feel  
helplessly naughty. It wouldn't be fun for the guests to find me kneeling  
and begging for mercy.  
  

  ~ ~  
  
So I went down the path, and I didn't do anything else tricky. Not with  
Beginners. I did slow down to set a nearby log across the path, and I  
wanted to mark it, but I heard Alice's short yap and fled.  
  
If you've seen an early-20s guy wearing slippers and g-string, fake leg  
and arm fur, that sexy bushy fake tail (I love stroking them!) with fox  
snout you might know the image. If you don't, just imagine it with me  
bending over for the log.  
  
Anyway, I was getting pretty tired after an hour, but the fourth aid  
station was just around the next bend and I hoped the carbs would kick  
in soon. I was breathing heavily because of the exercise, and the drink  
does something about the buildup of lactic acid from the muscles.  
  
When I was just about to the station I was so shocked I broke stride  
and tumbled. I'm glad it wasn't on wet dirt, that'd damage the fake fur.  
I rolled on grass, dry now from the sun. I was shocked because there  
at the back were two horses at the hitching post!  
  
I was supposed to be in front of the hunters! Sure I was heading back  
to the Lodge because the double blue went there, but the horses usually  
followed the dog pack along the path! I should get here at least ten minutes  
before the dogs to make it fun.  
  

  But here they were, a mare and a gelding with the Estate's brand on their  
hips. Frankly I think I might like a brand myself, as Hunt Club property,  
but I haven't earned it. I realised they were here ahead of me because  
they were maintenance workers, not guests or hunters.  
  
The horses either heard or scented me, because they nickered. Just  
enough to betray my presence to the men. I tried to run away, but the  
ground gave way and I was trapped!  
  
I'm glad there were no pointed sticks in there, or mud to damage my  
fake fur. I wasn't hurt at all, just down three feet. I could get out easily  
enough. But the time it took me to realise this was enough for one of  
the men to grab my collar and clip a leash on.  
  
Now, any submissive knows what it means to be leashed, so I fell to my  
knees in costume and ducked my head. I didn't even dare to protest that  
he was interfering with the hunt, with paying guests. Because I knew that  
grip, and his leash.  
  
Master Edgar Rosen had captured me, fair and square.  
  
~ ~  
  
I'm sorry if you were expecting a nice simple story about a guy role-  
playing a fox animal and being hunted by people on horses or role-playing  
dogs. I'd only gotten to the fourth fork and aid station when I was captured.  
  

  I tried to stay in character, and said, "I'm a fox, Sir, and I'm being hunted."  
It was right for a submissive to inform his betters, but not to expect release.  
Master Joe Williams came out a second later, with some steel restraints, a  
nd I knew they were breaking me out of role.  
  
I would be in trouble with Master Alfonse, and have to pay with pain for  
disappointing his guests. I knew what sort of personal service these Doms  
would demand, even from males. I had no illusions about earning mercy  
because I was already rented.  
  
But these men were employees of the Hunt Club, not guests or land-  
owners. They'd get in trouble too, except that they'd merely captured a  
fox during a hunt. They put aside their personal gratification long enough  
to play along.  
  
Everyone at the main Line Hunt Club uses the Safe, Sane and Consensual  
Guidelines for Adult BDSM RolePlay. I was just involved in part-time Dominant  
and Submissive play, which means I submit and obey orders, while Doms (men)  
or Dommes (women) give them.  
  
Male subs are called 'boys' and female subbes are 'girls', while we call men  
Sir and women Ma'am. I never had a problem with the degrading terms for  
submissives or the respect for Dominants. Some men or women are so  
Dominant we say Master or Mistress.  
  

  Alice has been being hunted for about two years, and she's decided to  
give her service mainly to one man. He rents her out to the Hunt Club,  
and although I've asked her about her Sir, she hasn't said. I suppose He  
ordered her to keep silent.  
  
To be honest, I have a life outside the Hunt Club. I'm breezing through the  
college courses on Calculus and computer programming. It's a bit more work  
in Chemistry and Physics, mostly because of trying to remember scientists'  
names. Art and Humanities are like a brick wall, I can't get over or through.  
  
In Calc, they talk about Simpson's Rule (find the area under a curve) but  
don't expect us to know the person for the rules for polynomials or trig  
functions. If you know Calc, I'm talking derivatives and antiderivatives here.  
  
But in Chem and Physics, it's all Newton or Boyle or whoever made laws.  
Maybe some people remember them better that way. Frankly nobody cares  
it was Sir Isaac Newton and an apple, just write down the damn relationships  
and let us run with em.  
  
F=ma and it doesn't matter who found it. W=fd, which means W=(ma)d  
which was the instructor's reaction when I pronounced it mad. Bodies move,  
actions are countered, whatever. Then Einstein came along and changed the  
laws, because things act as if they have greater mass and slow clocks when  
they get near the speed of light.  
  

  My point is, we're humans and have intelligence. We're choosing to act  
like animals, because it feels good to relax and let someone else take  
charge. I sure hope the Dom/mes enjoy my obedience.  
  
~ ~  
  
So OK, back to me and being captured. Of course, I'd consented to the  
roleplay, and come here over the weekend to relax in submission. Master  
Rosen cuffed me, knocking my fake snout off, and then slapped me again  
to make me dizzy.  
  
I dunno if he slapped real foxes. If he ever caught one, I think it'd struggle  
and try to bite. Maybe that's why he had thick leather gloves on. A real  
fox might get knocked out, but I'm a lot bigger.  
  
Master Williams grabbed me and shoved me down under his boot. He held  
me behind my shoulders and roughly locked a steel collar on my neck. Master  
Rosen snapped the snout back on, and put a steel cuff over it. If I'd been  
a real fox, I'd be helplessly snoutcuffed. Unable to bite.  
  
I tried to struggle, because I was supposed to be running from the dog  
pack, not chained on my knees. But it was hard to struggle, because I've  
learned I like the chains. I hoped they were just doing me as a wild animal,  
and after they took turns chaining my wrists and ankles, they clipped very  
short chains on them.  
  

  It was all so swift and skillful I knew these men were Masters and very  
used to bondage play. Master Rosen went to the side of the cabin and  
returned with a bondage cage on wheels. He kicked the brakes down  
and I knew I was going in.  
  
Even if I struggled, I couldn't evade their strength. Master Williams slapped  
my shoulder to keep me down and Master Rosen took a hard wooden paddle  
to my rump. I cried out in pain, and they laughed.  
  
I felt angry at being captured and shame it was so easy; but I was a part-  
time submissive and they were taming me. I couldn't help the shiver of  
pleasure, even out of character. The pain made me move into the bondage  
cage, and they prodded me until I was fully in, on my knees with my neck  
bent, my arms folded between my tummy and knees.  
  
I heard the click of the center latch and the heavy clank as the top and  
bottom were hove to and the lock was secured. There was no way I  
could push my way out, and with my hands under me I couldn't use them.  
  
I was well and truly trapped, bent over in an uncomfortable position with  
my rump in the air, exposed except for the g-string and where the lovely  
fake bushy fur tail was anchored. It'd been rubbing me inside in an indes-  
cribably exciting way the whole two hours, and I loved their power over me.  
  

  It \*was\* still just a game, wasn't it?  
  
~ ~  
  
The bondage cage and bar spacing were sized for humans. I've seen Hav-a-  
hart traps, and they're too small. A real fox would probably be skinny enough  
to sneak out of the human cage.  
  
Since the dogs hadn't caught up yet, Masters Rosen and Williams were  
alone with me, their captive. I was still in fox role and didn't know what  
they wanted, but I had the snout on, so I tried to wiggle it and the fake  
whiskers.  
  
I whimpered. The steel cuff around it felt heavy, and I was enjoying the  
weight. They slid their hands through the bars and felt me up a while, and  
I couldn't straighten up or get my paws out. Of course the ballet slippers  
and mittens didn't have actual claws. Just leather footpads.  
  
I felt someone grip my fake tail. I tried to resist, and whimpered. I've  
been told not to remove the tail while I'm in role, and while I could  
really talk since it's not my snout cuffed, I was afraid.  
  
Master Williams laughed at me and told me to be still. I know a real  
fox wouldn't understand English, so I kept trying to avoid the fondling.  
It was difficult because I really like a good fondle, even from men.  
  

  But Master Rosen was angry, and he slapped my rump around the leg  
fur. As I said, they're cut like chaps, so my rump was bare except for the  
g-string. I dunno if you knew that, I probably should've been explicit.  
  
So anyway, the rump smack stung, and I jerked against the front bars,  
knocking my head down and hurting my neck. I stopped struggling, just  
whimpered yet again, and my captors liked their power over me. They  
left the tail attached and began pawing my anchor.  
  
Oh... my.. gosh! I can't begin to describe how good that feels! A strong  
wave of pure pleasure raced up my spine and broke into my brain. You  
really should experience a tail anchor deep in your rump, being stroked  
in and out while being twisted.  
  
It's the twist that really gets a submissive hot. The females get another  
place to invade and force pleasure on them, but they don't get the deep  
prostate rub that really makes a sub's mind go squishy. I forgot about  
protesting my capture and just enjoyed.  
  
Sometimes I wish I wasn't so easy. I'm denying my Doms and Dommes  
a bit of enjoyment forcing me to obey. I should probably take advanced  
lessons in pretending to fight, and needing to be forced, so they can enjoy.  
As it is, I can barely resist the anchor rub. I'd like to give in slowly to give  
them time.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/XekQO20n
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