Chapter 9 A hunt with a slave as game

Barking in the distance... Brambles that hurt bare skin... Sweat that drips down the forehead... Branches that slap the shoulders... Flee... Flee desperately... Flee...

 ...

 Flashback:

 That morning, the week was ending... In the Count's residence, e46MSE had been washed and prepared. The traces of flogging, the bruises suffered during her "fight" in the mud, had been treated with strong ointments.

 Her body rested on a bare mattress and she was chained to the headboard, but she knew that the ordeal was coming to an end. Tonight, she would be sent back to her Master, The Marquis of Evans. She would then know if her performance had been appreciated by The Count and would face The Judgement of the Master... ... In the castle of the Lords of Evans, precisely, the greatest calm still reigned. In the early morning, the noble residence remained silent. The slaves, female and male, had been sent back to their boxes, where they dozed on fresh straw, regaining some strength at the start of a Sunday that promised to be rich. ... At the back of the park, the guards' house was already buzzing with intense life... The men were shaking themselves and polishing their equipment. The dogs, feverish, were growling and barking... e69MSE, the punished slave, was surprised to hear such agitation without participating in it. Blindfolded, his wrists tied behind his back, he had been chained to the kennel gate.

 All night long, the mastiffs had come to sniff him through this gate, a frail rampart against these enormous beasts that terrorized the slave. The height of luxury, for once he had even received an old blanket to protect himself from the first cold of the heart of the night.

 He heard the footsteps of men calling out to each other and laughing... e69MSe did not know what awaited him that day. He only knew that it was the end of a chapter of his penance.

 Tomorrow he would be brought before Master Sir Evans again who would decide his fate. After the disappointment he had been responsible for at the Count's, the slave had undergone his punishment with gratitude, carried by the hope that he would not be definitively rejected by the Master.

 But at the moment, the slave was wondering above all about the commotion which surrounded him and of which the tight blindfold over his eyes prevented him from forming the slightest idea.

 It was still very early. The pale sun was still struggling to pierce the darkness and a light veil was clouding the dawn; the dogs were pawing the ground impatiently...

 Suddenly, a thick hand grabbed the hair on e69MSE's scalp, forcing the slave to stand up. He was freed from his chain and dragged away. The one who had grabbed him did not release his grip and painfully forced the slave to keep pace with his fast walk.

 Broken branches, stones, earth, hurt the bare feet of the slave who stumbled at every turn, but did not stop his advance, constrained as he was by the grip of the one who led him. Behind them, the slave guessed a hubbub, footsteps, grunts... ... At the castle, life had suddenly resumed. Several slaves had been dragged from their sleep and their stalls and brought without ceremony to the kitchen, where Marie had distributed the roles. No question of dawdling this morning...

 The Cook, Mary, had grabbed a thin cane and the blows rained down on the rumps of those who did not accomplish their task quickly enough. Two females had been designated to prepare various salads which were then placed in airtight containers.

 Two males were cutting slices of bread, cold meats and cold meats... A plentiful snack was being prepared for many guests. But clearly, it was an outing.

 In the salons, the Marquis of Evans was ready and waiting for Those who were going to join him. He had put on impeccably polished boots, made shiny by the careful licking of a slave He had just dismissed, riding trousers, a white shirt with a ruffle and a red velvet jacket... in his hand, he held a riding crop firmly; at the window, David was there too, in an outfit comparable to that of the Master of the house, except that his jacket was of a dark blue velvet... Just like those worn by Madame Solène and her husband, also dressed in identical outfits and also equipped with riding crops.

 A light snack had been served and the four guests turned their attention to the frugal breakfast. Sustenance was not their primary concern. ... In the woods, behind the castle, the guards, the dogs and the slave e69MSE had reached a large clearing. The blindfold was removed from the slave who then discovered the four men dressed in fatigues and carrying paintball guns on their shoulders... One of them held firmly the leashes of three dogs that were barking at the frightened slave. The ties that tied e69MSE's wrists were undone and he was thrown some sort of roughly sewn leather slippers:

 - "Put it on, slave!" ordered one of the guards and the slave obeyed.

 Then, his wrists were tied again behind his back, very tightly, and he was made to kneel in the very center of the clearing. He then noticed that a guard was holding the blanket that had been kind enough to give him last night.

 And He made the dogs smell it... e69MSE was beginning to understand. The blanket was impregnated with his scent, his sweat... the dogs were memorizing his olfactory mark!

 A new troop then arrived in the clearing, led by the Marquis of Evans himself. Behind him, David, Madame Solène and Her Husband advanced, each holding a slave on a leash who followed them walking one step behind Them.

 The group joined that of the guards who took off their caps in order to greet The Lord of these lands.

 The Marquis answered them with a slight movement of his riding crop, then approached the slave who was waiting, kneeling. And addressing the chief of the guards:

 - "Was it well prepared?"

 - "Yes, Mr. Marquis. We rested him last night and fed him. For two days, we have reduced the blows... he is in good shape, he is ready for Your pleasure, My Lord"...

 The Marquis looked satisfied... He approached the slave who was curled up on himself and gave him a brief glance...

 - "We'll see! If he disappoints us again, I might leave him to you"...

 And he rejoined his friends. e69MSE was forced to get up. The chief of the guards pointed out the thick woods at the edge of the clearing:

 - "When I tell you, you go that way and you run... you run as fast as you can, that's why we protected your feet... so that you resist better and that you are more pleasant to track for The Lord and His Friends... You run and you try to escape Them as long as possible. That's the role of game, to excite the pleasure of the hunt and that's all you are today... game! (the Man burst out laughing)... Well, you're going to go, and when you hear a gunshot... know that it means the hunt has begun"...

 The Guard slapped the slave's ass... "Come on, run!" e69MSE didn't need to be told again... He left as fast as his legs would allow him.

 The race was made more difficult by the hands tied behind his back which made his balance more precarious.

 He ran, ran...

 Quickly he entered the vast forest. He didn't know where he was going, straight ahead for the moment, to get as far away as possible from the barking he heard in the distance.

 He was alone and so frightened that he looked desperately around him, seeing only a thick tangle of trees, branches, leaves. He scratched himself on thorns and sharp stones, sometimes seeing some frightened hare jumping in front of him and brushing past him...

 He was fleeing... Desperately, he was fleeing... ... The slave was fleeing through the woods... he was trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and Those who would soon hunt him down mercilessly.

 He could still hear the barking of the dogs, excited by the approach of the hunt. He ran awkwardly, hampered by his shackled wrists, and twice already he had collapsed on the ground, slipping on the carpet of dead leaves that littered the ground in this part of the forest.

 In the clearing, the final touches were being put to the preparations...

 The Marquis of Evans held the female e08MSE on a leash, like the other slaves she was completely naked, with the exception of the thick dog collar and a pair of fine suede moccasins that would allow her to progress without difficulty in the woods. She was kneeling beside her Master, her bust inclined, obediently attentive to any order that He would please to give.

 The Master observed his slave at His Feet... The skin was of a Nordic paleness... a paleness that The Master sometimes liked to emphasize with a few reddening streaks when he inflicted a series of blows with his whip on this slave. He liked to see her very white flesh marked from the first blows, even the lightest. In the inclined position she had adopted, e08MSE perfectly exposed her slightly wide rump, which received the blows so well...

 But at that moment, the Marquis of Evans had something else in mind... He would soon give the signal and the small troop would set off in pursuit of e69MSE.

 The morning was looking good, he would enjoy tracking down the slave, cornering him, and leading the death knell... Next to David, it was the male e22MSE who was waiting, in the same position as e03MSE. Madame

 Solène had chosen to keep e04MSE at her side.

 The slave still bore the scars of his long hours of pony-slave training. Rather than the usual leash, Madame Solène had also chosen to place a leather bit between the submissive's jaws.

 On each side, a ring was connected to reins that allowed The Lady to direct the female... And a little to the side,

 The Husband had of course set His sights on e75MSE, whom He had used and abused throughout the weekend.

 He had adorned her nipples with clamps decorated with feathers and had attached to her neck a necklace of golden links that met at the back of the neck and then formed a thin leash that He held nonchalantly, amusing Himself by holding this very short leash, forcing e75MSE to remain right against his leg...

 At a sign from the Master, one of the guards raised a rifle and fired a shot into the air... The hunt began. The hunters deployed The Marquis of Evans at the top of an arc, with David and the Husband on His Right, Madame Solène on His Left, each holding firmly his slave who advanced a step forward, standing, but with his torso bent...

 The dogs pulled like madmen on their leashes, eager to chase the game, following its scent trail by skimming the ground with their noses...

 In the woods, e69MSE was trying to catch his breath. He was trying to think in order to find a way to escape his pursuers as long as possible. Of course he knew that whatever he did, he would end up being captured. But his fate would depend on the length of the hunt, on the pleasure taken by The Master and His Guests. He had already spent a long week in penance and if he disappointed his Master again by proving to be poor game, he would suffer an even worse wrath; His duty as a slave was to provide the best resistance possible, to show himself to be enduring, clever, imaginative, so that the hunt would last and that his capture would conclude a beautiful morning of hunting. Now he advanced in small steps, taking care not to break any branches and to avoid any noise. He could hear the barking, the cries of the guards who excited the animals...

 e69MSE retraced his steps a little... he didn't know much about nature, but he thought it might confuse his trail a little. He described a wide circle, passing the same spot several times, while the barking of the dogs grew closer.

 Then he ran at full speed. He ran through the undergrowth, feeling branches scratching his skin... he was now fleeing as fast as he could, without thinking, trying to put as much distance between himself and the hunters as possible...

 The dogs and the guards who held them on leashes advanced in front. The dogs sniffed the ground and pulled on their leashes, eager to pounce on their prey... but the guards held them firmly, advancing at a walking pace in order to stay at a reasonable distance from the hunters who came a little behind. The four Hunters enjoyed this morning walk. The Marquis liked to explore his domain like this, a beautiful slave at the end of His leash, he let go of the reins a little to e08MSE so that she would advance about two steps in front of Him and that He could appreciate this beautiful ass of which He was the Master and the Owner... David advanced not far from Him and Madame Solène amused herself by making e04MSE move like a perfect pony-slave, playing with the reins to make her take the desired direction... Her Husband as for Him quickly tired of this hunt. And this morning brought Him thoughts enriched by the young undulating body of e75MSE...

 He pulled her to Him and began to knead her breasts, also playing at pulling on the feathered clamps in order to make the swollen nipples protrude... He placed his hand roughly between her thighs the slave and began to search her intimacy, noting with pleasure that she was as wet as the earth of the undergrowth... He brought his fingers to the slave's mouth and made her lick them. e75MSE complied, understanding that once again, The Man was going to possess her... He pushed her against a trunk and made her lean against it while pulling on her hips...

 While the others advanced into the forest, he remained there, lowering his pants and spreading the thighs of the docile young slave. Without further ado, he began to sodomize her with violent thrusts. He went in and out of her, brutally, without a word and e75MSE bit his lips so as not to moan or gasp, at the risk of disturbing the hunt. The Man fucked him deeply, for a long time... While the hunt continued... e69MSE had just crossed a small stream that flowed lazily. He had fallen to his knees and drunk some of the icy water that had irritated his throat but it was a blessing. Slipping on a moss-covered pebble, his entire upper body was now soaked. But he had also had the idea of going up the stream to try to mislead the dogs. He had thus followed the small stream for several dozen meters, before setting off again into the woods, his shoulders frozen by the water into which he had fallen.

 On the slave's body, a layer of earth, leaves, and dried blood gradually formed as a result of the cuts caused by branches and brambles... e69MSE arrived at the edge of the woods, he had just climbed a small hill and a clearing opened up before him.

 About fifty meters, in the open to reach the forest on the other side. It was not much, but very long for the slave already tired and bruised by his escape. He caught his breath a little before rushing...

 So he charged forward... running as hard as he could to cross the bare space... he had covered more than two thirds of the distance when he felt a painful impact on his hip and he collapsed to the ground, before getting up and running again as another projectile crashed into a nearby tree trunk. Back under the shelter of the trees, e69MSE looked at his hip. A thick red liquid was flowing onto his skin... the paint was thick...

 The Marquis was satisfied, he had scored the first point of this game! From the top of the hill, the guards had spotted the slave crossing the clearing. They had then handed the paintball guns to the Marquis, Madame Solène and David. Red for the Marquis, blue for David, green for the Lady... Sophisticated, high-end equipment, allowing shooting from afar and whose impact of the projectiles would leave marked bruises on the body of the game. But nothing dangerous, of course. It was only a matter of hitting the target and at the end of the hunt, the one who had hit the target the most times would be designated as the Victor of the day's hunt... ... The hunt had begun for hours now. e69MSE was exhausted and was gradually losing his ability to think. He was nothing more than a cornered beast, torn between the desire to flee and the desire to be caught, to finally end it all!

 The slave was skinned all over his body and several spots of color were scattered all over him, on his back, on his shoulders, on his buttocks. The hunters, to avoid any accident, never aimed at the head, but took pleasure in aiming at any other part of the body of Their game overcome by exhaustion and which was becoming an easier and easier target. e69MSE had torn one of his sandals by a hair's breadth against a rock and he was limping a little, his bare foot, deprived of protection, having quickly become one more weakness.

 The dogs were now very close... he knew that it was only because the guards were holding them back that they had not yet destroyed the poor advance the slave had made artificially preserved. e69MSE stopped dead! A high wall loomed in front of him, he had reached one of the property boundaries and now had to turn off. He set off to his right and had only taken a few strides when he heard the horn sound...

 The hunters sounded the death knell... the hunt was about to end... e69MSE felt a sense of relief, but also great fear because he heard branches breaking not far from him... rapid footsteps, like bodies being thrown at full speed.

 The dogs had been released!

 No reflection, no thoughts... e69MSE set off in a frantic race. His eyes were blurred with tears, he was afraid. A panic fear...

 As he took another stride, he felt a violent shock and was thrown to the ground... one of the dogs had just jumped on him and pinned him to the ground, growling. The slave had curled up and did not dare move. The other dogs arrived and circled around him, growling. ... The dogs formed a moving circle around the slave e69MSE prostrate on the ground. He did not dare move, trembling at the idea that the dogs might pounce on him. But if they growled in the most threatening way, the mastiffs remained a meter from their prey.

 After a few minutes, he heard footsteps approaching. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground, but felt several presences around the scene of which he was the pitiful center.

 The guards who arrived first took the dogs back on leashes, leading them a little away from the scene, while the Marquis of Evans and the other Hunters surrounded their game. The slaves had been left behind, kneeling a few meters away... The Marquis approached the game which was trying to fight against the weak tremors that had taken hold of its body, bruised by the hours of tracking it had just undergone. A blow from the whip made its muscles stiffen...

 - "Stand up!" The Master's Voice was strong and uncompromising, It admitted no hesitation.

 e69MSE stood up with difficulty, hampered by his wrists tied behind his back...

 As he was not standing straight enough, his Master applied a few more sharp blows, forcing him into a very straight position, thighs spread apart in order to offer his intimacy to the gaze of All.

 - "There, it's better this way... count!" continued Sir Evans.

 A guard approached the slave and counted the impacts of the paintballs that had hit the game's body in many places, since the first blow to the Marquis's goal. The drips had mixed together, but the bruises left by each impact made it possible to determine who was the author... The guard took his time to count, not depriving himself of pressing on the traces, each time causing a burning pain to the slave. He took a malicious pleasure in making e69MSE squirm and gave him a little sharp blow on the back of the neck when the slave reared up a little too much for his liking. Finally...

 - "You are the winner, Monseigneur, you are the one who has hit the target the most often," said the guard.

 David and Madame Solène applauded the Marquis who wore a satisfied smile.

 - "Good, we can now return to the clearing, the snack awaits us there", said the Master of the domain...

 Each Dominant took a slave on a leash, followed by the guards leading the dogs, while e69MSE brought up the rear, limping as fast as he could, pushed roughly by the guard who did not hesitate to whip his buttocks when he fell too far behind... ... In the clearing, a picnic had already been set up by the slaves led by Marie The Cook. A checkered tablecloth had been laid out on the grassy ground, Crystal carafes sparkled, filled with wine and fruit juice, platters of cold meats, fruits, cheeses had been laid out on the tablecloth, as well as large loaves of bread made that very morning had been sliced... Marie's team had left the premises, only one male, e74MSE, having remained on site in order to protect the feast from possible animals or insects.

 The slave waited, kneeling near the tablecloth, his eyes lowered, while a few steps away, e75MSE was tied to the branches of a tree by her arms stretched upwards. She bore on her rump the fresh traces of a flagellation and Madame Solène's Husband, who had abandoned the thin branch he had just used, ran His hand between her thighs, still drawing soft moans from her after the cries he had had the satisfaction of drawing from her by whipping her ass a few minutes before. ... The group of Hunters finally arrived at the entrance to the clearing and approached the picnic... The slaves placed themselves on all fours, in order to serve as seats for Those who led them. While the guards brought back the dogs, e69MSE was installed a few meters away, prostrate with his face on the ground.

 Before leaving him, the guard who was leading him inserted a plug into his anus and punctuated his gesture with a strong slap on the buttocks, then he rejoined his companions. Thus, the Marquis and his Friends began to eat, exchanging their impressions of the hunt, while the Husband warmly thanked his Host for the pleasures he had derived from e75MSE...

 - "I unfortunately quickly lost sight of you... Rather than wandering uselessly in these woods, I preferred to enjoy this beautiful morning and your delicious slave greatly contributed to making it delicious"

 - "I am very pleased with it, it is a pearl and I appreciate every day that it belongs to My Harem" replied the Marquis, amused.

 As for Madame Solène, she did not fail to sometimes offer e04MSE some leftovers of what she ate. Each Dominant, moreover, made the slave who served as her seat enjoy some food. The Husband, sometimes, got up and went to offer a few mouthfuls to e75MSE; playing at holding the fruit or the small piece of meat at some distance from the restrained female, so that she had to stretch her neck to catch the small mouthfuls between her lips... It was e74MSE who took charge of the service, eager to bring to Each and Every One what He desired, presenting the food in small plates of old porcelain.

 At a gesture from the Marquis, he filled a bowl with water and brought it to e69MSE who was finally able to quench his thirst by clumsily lapping up the life-saving liquid. The morning thus ended in the best possible way in the castle park... ...

 At the Count's, e46MSE had been washed and made ready, before being led before the Master of the house. The Count stood in his small living room. A small room, but tastefully furnished. He had taken a seat in a large armchair and e46MSE was placed on her knees before Him.

 He stood up and placed his hand on the slave's hair, giving it a caress before to go and grab a small box that was waiting on a coffee table. He came back to e46MSE and handed him the box.

 - "Take... you will give this to your Master. It contains My appreciation of your performance as a gift during this week.

 Your Master will draw from it whatever conclusions He pleases."

 Without another word, the Count left the room and one of his male slaves came to take e46MSE by the leash to make her leave the room and lead her out of the house. A van was waiting, where the slave was installed, chained by a ring fixed in the floor of the vehicle. The van moved off. e46MSE held the box tightly, exhausted, but so relieved to be back on the road to her Master's castle... ...

 After the picnic, everyone had returned to the castle. Madame Solène and Her Husband had to pack their bags to go home, while the Marquis and David had to make the final preparations in anticipation of the arrival of important investors (big potential clients for the Marquis's Family Business, Upholstery Fabric and Upholstery Manufacturing Company) the following week...

 The slaves had been taken to the bathroom reserved for them to wash, only e69MSE having been brought back to the barn where, under the supervision of a guard, he was responsible for cleaning the eight boxes where the slaves were "housed" during their stays at the castle. He had installed the blankets on a wire stretched between two trees in order to air them. He was now sweeping the boxes, before cleaning them thoroughly, not unaware that the guard would severely punish any negligence. ... In the large reception room of the castle, preparations were being made for an exceptional event. The room was sumptuous, immense, with high arched windows with ornate frames. Four windows flanked the north wall, which overlooked the park, facing the south wall where a large double-leaf door, in dark wood that stood out in the heart of a vast wall of cut stone. On each side, two large tapestries showed hunting scenes. But if one showed a classic deer hunt, probably woven in the 16th century, the other, of a slightly more recent style (perhaps from the 18th) had the particularity of showing a naked young woman, fleeing through the woods, pushed by a pack of dogs led by a Lord on horseback...

 On the west wall, a gallery of portraits from different periods presented The Ancestors of the Master of the House, while the east wall was decorated with two immense, much more modern canvases. One, in a pre-Raphaelite style, showed a naked young woman, languid on the edge of a stream, surrounded by ancient ruins, while the other evoked an ancient Roman slave market... a couple of barbarians, naked, chained, exposed to the gaze of buyers in togas, whose gazes were fixed on the curves of the female with blond hair cascading over her shoulders and on the musculature of the male with his gaze lowered... ... Beneath these two large paintings, four male slaves (e22, e12, e74 and e35) were kneeling.

 Their hands were handcuffed behind their backs and their thick black leather collars were connected to a short chain that was attached to a ring stuck in the ground... they were thus forced to stand inclined, their faces about twenty centimeters from the ground, preventing them from seeing what was happening in the room. They could only see the tiled floor, forming an immense checkerboard of black and white marble.

 Opposite them, near the west wall, a table had been set, furnished with three place settings. Porcelain plates, silver cutlery and three Bohemian crystal glasses, of increasing sizes for each guest...

 Finally, in the center of the north wall, the large Du Marquis armchair had been installed; woodwork with golden scrolls and crimson velvet gave this wide and deep armchair all the appearance of a throne, placed moreover on a small platform covered with a carpet embroidered with the coat of arms of the Evans Family. On the front of the platform, at each corner, stood the submissive e75 and e08. Their hair had been smoothed and pulled back to form a bun that perfectly freed their necks, encircled by a large metal collar that forced them to hold their necks straight.

 A small ring held a fine silver chain there that separated into three: two small chains joined the nipples and were fixed there by a small clip; the third small chain went down on their stomach and passed between the flesh of their intimacy, in order to be fixed to the back of a metal plug pushed into their anus. They stood perfectly still, almost stiff... While on The Armchair stood The Marquis, His feet resting on the ebony body of the slave e68, prostrated facing the door, completely naked, her back arched and her rump raised, on which rested the feet of The Marquis. ...

 Everything was ready for the expected ceremony... The double doors opened and David entered, holding e46 on a leash. She followed Him at a pace, walking slowly and holding in her hands the box that had entrusted The Count to her. Walter brought up the rear. David led e46 to within two meters of The Marquis. Absolute silence reigned in the large room, only the footsteps of David and Walter echoing. When he arrived, David undid the leash of the red leather collar that was around e46's neck and he came to stand on the side of the Marquis of Evans, Walter remaining behind e46 who prostrated himself before his Master, placing the box towards Him.

 Slave e46MSE stood there, motionless... Walter stepped forward and took the box, crossing the space that separated him from the Marquis before coming to stand on the opposite side to David.

 Without a word, the Marquis of Evans opened the ornate little box. It contained seven bells, proving that e46 had flawlessly fulfilled his mission. Each bell proved that the slave had successfully undergone the tests set by the Count, the Count judging that his gift had satisfied his requirements. The Marquis smiled with satisfaction. Then he picked up the only other object in the box, a folded sheet of vellum, sealed with the wax seal bearing the Count's coat of arms. The Marquis of Evans broke the seal and read his friend's message.

 Then, he stood up, put the box on his chair and went to join e46 who remained humbly prostrate... The Marquis leaned over her and stroked her rump.

 - "Get up"

 e46MSE straightened up and stood straight in front of her Master. She was smaller than Him and her nudity gave her a frail and fragile appearance so close to the powerful silhouette of the Marquis. He ran His Hands over the slave's body, feeling under his fingers the still palpable traces of the blows received. The Marquis knew the hardness of His Friend and He knew what His favorite had to endure, despite the severe treatment to which she was accustomed. He circled around e46MSE, sliding His Fingers between her buttocks, between her thighs... He gently pinched the nipples, to make them erect, then felt the curve of the breasts, still marked with bluish traces. Finally, he removed the red leather collar from e46's neck and let it fall to the ground...

 - "You have proven yourself worthy of your Master... you will be rewarded and all My harem will be able to witness this moment of glory. You have deserved to be My Favorite"