The fox hunt - part 3

March 24

I must have been sitting there for about 5 minutes composing myself, I looked down at my exposed breasts, I tried in vain to repair my dress, but it was hopeless.
Preparing to get up, I got onto all fours and was just about to right myself when......
"Gun shot."
It was a female voice, I don't know why this surprised me so much.
Reaching to my arm, I started the timer.
My skirt was lifted and I felt a hand probe and explore my pussy.
"Nice and wet already.......lets see how much you can take, spread your legs wider little fox!"
Following instruction, a hand between my shoulder blades pushed my face into the dirt, I could feel the forest debris sticking to the drool still covering my face and breasts. Her other hand began stretching my hole, it felt amazing, I wanted more, I pushed back against her,
"Oh she is very needy, isn't she"
The stretch got more intense, slowly pushing in and out, making small movements, twisting, my breathing was becoming heavier, I could feel a familiar stirring in my loins....
"Almost there little fox, you can do it, take it like the greedy little slut your Sir tells us you are"
The feeling was consuming me, the stretch was reaching my max, it was such an intense feeling I couldn't hold back any longer
"Please can I cum, Miss?"
"You have permission if you want to"
She continued the subtle movements with her hand as my orgasm began to erupt, my breath was coming in rapid succession and I felt my body begin to stiffen, I let out a cry as I was consumed with the waves of pleasure flowing through me and over her hand. Panting and shaking on the forest floor, the timer screamed at me. With the last bit of strength I had I reached for my phone to cancel the alarm.
"OK relax now so I can have my hand back little fox"
Taking some slow deep breath I felt her slowly remove her hand, the stretch still present until she was released.
I collapsed to the ground as the hunter marked my ass with her pen
"I hope to find you again little fox"

After a few minutes I was recovered enough to plan my next move. I would head towards the water I had heard....... I could do with splashing my face. I brushed off what dirt I could, adjusted my dress, my breasts were now fully on show but I didn't care.

I headed in the direction of the water.......

My legs still shakey from my interactions with the hunters i stumbled as I reached the edge of a shallow stream. The water was crystal clear and so inviting. Kneeling at the waters edge, cupping my hands, I splashed my face a number of times, it was so cool and refreshing.
'Gun shot!' The voice was so close they must have been right behind me, i had been so distracted by the water I hadn't heard a thing. I set the timer just in time before my face was roughly pushed into the stream, my hands instinctively planted either side of me to stop my face hitting the stoney bed. A strong hand remained on the back of my head, holding me under whilst my dress was lifted, I felt him push against my hole and as he thrust himself into me, he pulled my head up by my hair, I gasped not only for air but at the sudden fullness, I had time to take one more breath before my face was plunged back under water, holding me there, driving his cock into me hard he waited for me to start struggling before he let me up for air again. Allowing me a few breaths before pushing me back down, his movements were getting more and more aggressive, his hand in my hair was tightening, his other hand grabbing at my flesh as he drove himself into me, relentless and with determination. I was running out of air. I began to struggle but he held me there. That cool, refreshing water, now boiling with movement as I thrashed about to try and free myself from his grip...... and then he pulled my head up and plunged himself deep into me with a loud ***istic growl. I gasped for air, life *** flowing back into my burning lunges as he finished inside me. He remained there for a few seconds watching me panting for air, watching me begin to slow my breathing as my oxygen began to replenish. He carefully released my hair from his grip and pulled himself out of me as the timer went off. He waited for me to stop the alarm. 'Your Sir will be proud of you' he said with a gruff voice, one I'm sure i had heard before. The cold sensation of his mark being left on my skin was the last contact he made before buckling himself up and walking off. I slowly sat myself up just in time to see the tall, broad shouldered figure with a full head of hair walking away, he turned to glance back and seeing I was upright, he turned and walked out of sight. I was pretty sure that was the first hunter that found me, he came back to finish what he had started. And finish he did, the warm sensation spilling out from between my legs was proof of that.......
With my lungs full of oxygen and my pussy full of cum I scrambled to my feet, my hair hanging in wet tendrils around my face, my tits exposed through my ripped dress barely still hanging onto my body, the reminder of the last time I was caught running down the inside of my thighs. The hunters final words ringing in my ears.....
'your Sir will be proud of you'
I wondered if He could see me now, was He watching, is He proud of His little fox? I truly hoped so on all counts.

My body felt heavy and tired but I had to keep moving........