The Hunt

[CustardPie]

The Hunt

More equestrian fun from the wammers from the Abbeyway Equestrian Centre

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Hilary was bubbling with excitement as she entered the room. "What has got into you?" Caroline smiled, hugging her friend and lover.

"I am excited because we have been asked to join the local hunt!"

"Oh..." Caroline frowned. "I am not into hunting, its a bit cruel."

"Don't be silly, since the hunting ban they don't chase real foxes, they lay a trail for the hounds and that is what they follow." Hilary smiled. "You haven't seen the best bit!" She reached down and picked up two suit covers, she unzipped on revealing a hunting pink jacket and brillant white jodhpurs.

"Wow!" Caroline grabbed the bag. "So we get to look the part!" She giggled "And all those sexy huntsmen!" She saw Hilary frown. "I'm only joking."

"And..." Hilary pulled out an envelope. "We are guests of honour at the hunt ball also!"

Hilary and Caroline were both young and fit riding instructors from the Abbeyway Equestrian Centre. At twenty-two, Hilary was tall, slim and well built drawing admiring glances from male visitors to the stables. Her piercing blue eyes and almost model features were matched with a body honed by hours of hard work, mucking-out, riding and working with horses. Caroline was, twenty, she was tom-boyish, had scruffy brunette hair, brown eyes and a wicked sense of humour.

***

The day of the hunt arrived, Caroline and Hilary had been told to arrive where the hunt was meeting. "I am guessing that we will be borrowing someone's horses there. Just as well, I don't think the riding school horses would do any good in the countryside." Hilary parked up the Land Rover, there was a large number of horses ridden by people in immaculate outfits. Caroline and Hilary drew admiring glances as they stepped from the car and walked into the throng. They ignored the whispers and laughter between some of the riders. "Ignore them Hil's." Caroline smiled. "They are just jealous of us, I mean we do look pretty damn good!"

Hilary was dressed in a brilliant red hunt jacket, white blouse and stock with skin tight white jodhpurs finished off with shining black riding boots, Caroline was dressed the same and had spent hours polishing her boots until you could almost see your face in them, a far cry from how she would usually dress on the yard. "Good morning ladies." The hunt master strode towards them, looking them up and down. "I see the outfits suit you very well." He smirked. "I hope you will have a good day's hunting. You are pretty important to the day so thank you for joining us."

The master stepped away, leaving the girls standing while he spoke to the kennel man, suddenly the hounds bounded towards them, they were soon surrounded by dogs. Hilary laughed as the hounds lept at them with their tails wagging. "Ahh... Nice doggies."

"They have to get your scent." The master laughed.

"What?" Caroline's blood ran cold.

"Yes..." The master stopped laughing. "Oh did you not realise?"

"Realise what?" Hilary shuddered.

"As you know we don't hunt foxes anymore. But to be honest we still find ways to have a good hunt! I hope you are feeling fit today ladies."

"What?" Hilary snarled. "No way!" She span on her heel to run away but was boxed in by horses and riders, they jostled the two girls until they were caught in a circle of horses. The riders laughing at them as they tried to escape.

"Oh now, you don't want to spoil the hunt now do you?" The master smiled. "We will give you a head start, and then let the hounds find you. There is a prize for the rider who catches one of you first and then of course you will be our guests at the hunt ball tonight. Look it is just a bit of fun."

"Okay..." Hilary smiled. "As long as we won't be hurt."

"Of course not."

"Right... When do we start?" A cheer erupted from all of the hunters, the master blew his hunting horn,

"Ladies, you have a forty minute head start." He paused. "Oh by the way, you should know that there are some surprises waiting for you."

"Surprises?" Caroline shook her head. "What the hell do you mean?"

"Oh you will see... Off you go, it's your time."

***

Hilary and Caroline set off running across the muddy field away from the hunt. They could hear cheering and horns blowing behind them. As they reached the top of the hill they stopped to catch their breath. "What the hell have you got us into?" Caroline had her hands on her knees.

"Sorry!" Hilary hugged her.

"Oh I don't care... This is fun." She smirked. "And by the way..." She shoved Hilary so that she slipped in the mud falling into a muddy puddle. "I am not going to be caught!" She ran quickly, vaulting the field gate and across into the next field.

"You nasty cow!" Hilary yelled, laughing. So she wanted to play it that way... Well, two can play that game!

***

Caroline leapt the gate and into the field, there was a clear path which across the field, she knew that she had to keep moving, she knew that she was fitter than Hilary so wanted to make sure she put as much space between her and the hunt and leave her to become the pray. She giggled at the idea, this was a perfect plan. The was striding easily across the field, there was a stile on the other side leading onto more open land. She reached the stile quickly, looking across she saw the ground was boggy, obviously the cattle had been standing there, but a bit of mud was no problem. She stepped onto the stile, swinging her leg over and leaping into the field beyond. Almost instantly she realised her mistake, the boggy ground had in fact been a deep pit of mud ready to catch anyone who used the stile. She had landed, immediately sinking to her waist in thick, gooey mud. She struggled but was trapped, swearing under her breath she tried grabbing for tufts of long grass at the edge of the mud pit.

"Well well..." Hilary leaned over the stile. Her white jodhpurs soaked and coated in mud where she had been pushed into the puddle. "Having a little trouble are we?"

"Hil's get me out of here!"

"Now why should I do that?" Hilary smiled. "You have made it clear that this is a race, you had better be more careful next time." Hilary gingerly stepped over the stile and leapt clear of the mud, landing on the grass to the side. "I think I will see you at the hunt ball!"

"Don't leave me!" Caroline cried out as she watched Hilary cross the next field. "Oh you are so dead!" She smiled.

***

Hilary spied a barn on the horizon. A though crossed her mind, if she could hide perhaps the hounds would not find her, she could escape and leave Caroline to be caught. She ran towards the barn.

As she approached she could see that it seemed to be pretty ramshackle but sturdy, she pulled open the heavy wooden door and peered inside. Most of the barn was empty but there was a clutter of old machinery and equipment at the back half hidden in darkness, what caught Hilary's eye was a ladder leading up to a floor above. She smiled and started to climb the ladder. The top of the barn was dark and dusty, she slowly walked into the gloom knowing that she could be totally hidden and escape the clutches of the hunt.

She edged along the floor as it creaked, there was a pile of bales in the corner, she could hide behind those and be safe. She took another step, suddenly there was a massive creak and the floor fell away from under her feet. Hilary screamed as she fell through the floor. She had a soft landing in a huge vat, Hilary splashed and sunk into a thick black ooze, she fought and struggled to the surface taking in mouthfuls of sweet goo. Eventually she was able to get to the side of the vat and see that she had fallen through a trap door into molassus. She was covered from head to toe in sticky black goo. She struggled to lift herself from the sludge as it tried to pull her back into its sticky grasp. Eventually she was able to pull herself up and sit on the edge of the vat before dropping to the floor.

She tried to get the worst of the molasses off her body but it stuck like glue. Her red jacket was coated and her white jodhpurs were now sticky black. She swore looking up at the trap door. This was no accident, she could see that, unlike the rest of the barn, the trigger for the trap door was polished and brand new. Suddenly she knew what was happening, they had been set up, the mud pit and this, the meaning of the 'surprises' was suddenly clear.

Hilary sighed, pushing the barn door open she went back outside, if they had set this trap they would know to check it,. these hunters were taking things to the next level. A frission of excitement ran through her body. The treacle was seeping into her panties and definitely giving her a warm feeling despite the impending doom presented by the pack of hounds Hilary found the game pretty exciting. She took a deep breath and ran on.

***

Caroline was running along the hedgerow. She was exhausted after eventually managing to pull herself free from the mud, she was covered from her hips to her toes in heavy mud and her chest was coated where she had dragged herself out. She had to rest, a short distance away was a copse of trees, perhaps she could stop there and hide, hopefully she had still a clear lead on Hilary.

Caroline edged into the woods, the trees were overgrown and this gave a dark area of cover. She followed the path towards the centre of the copse, suddenly there was a crack and a sudden pain in her left leg. Caroline yelled out crumpling and grabbing her leg. She had been shot! Looking down she saw red pouring from her leg, she was on the verge of passing out when she saw it was paint. She sighed, some stupid paintballer playing stupid games. She stood up and yelled out "Look I am not playing paintball!" She took a stride and there was a sudden series of cracks, she was hit by a barrage of multi-coloured paint pellets. Spattering her chest and legs with red, green, yellow and blue paint. She shrieked and hit the ground.

It was there that she saw the fishing line glinting in the sunlight, there were tripwires all along the path, almost invisible in the darkness. Grabbing a stick she prodded the next line and paint balls shot into the empty space before her. She stepped carefully over the next wire, walking slowly feeling with the stick for any resistance, soon she had reached the clearing in the centre of the woods. Well, at least no one else can get in without me hearing them she thought.

The clearing was silent, the only sound was the distant sound of a hunting horn. Caroline thought that she could wait here, hiding from the hounds. She walked into the centre of the clearing carefully looking for trip wires. She breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly there was a crack. Only a twig she giggled nervously, without seeing the pressure pad she placed her booted foot onto. There was a click, Caroline looked up mounted on a tree in front of her was an hour-glass, she watched as it turned, attached to a pulley and almost invisible fishing line. "Oh this cannot be good..." She watched as the sand flowed before running out, nothing happened. She breathed out deeply, a sigh of relief.

Suddenly and without warning there was a boom, above her head five barrels which had been pressurised with compressed air burst as small pyrotechnic charges destroyed their already strained plastic walls. Caroline was hit by a flood of paint and glue. Black gloss, white emulsion, red floor paint, in fact every spare bit of left over paint that the hunt could gather had been placed in the plastic barrels which had been pressurised as part of the trap. Caroline screamed, she was covered from head to toe and the glue was already starting to react with the air making her movement more difficult. She bolted from the clearing triggering a barrage of paint balls making her yelp as she ran out into the open.

***

Hilary struggled to run as she was coated in a thick layer of treacle, she suddenly heard the sound of a hunting horn and knew that she had to go faster. Crossing behind the barn she entered a farm yard. She hoped she maybe able to clean off some of the mess that covered her and looked around for something she could use to get the mess off with. Across the yard was a raised water tank, it had a pipe coming from it and a pull handle, it seemed that pulling the handle would open the valve and release the flow of water. A perfect shower she thought and dashed towards it, she positioned herself under the pipe and pulled the handle, it was stiff and needed all her strength to wrench the valve open, she pulled down using all her weight, the valve moved and there was a rumble as the water flowed.

Hilary looked up ready to wash the molasses from her eyes, but instead was shocked to find that she was covered in more black ooze, this time smelling strongly of... She shrieked it was old engine oil, she was covered in a fast flowing stream of oil which hit her body and knocked her from her feet. She slithered and slipped trying to get purchase to stand up as more of the mixed oil and grease fell onto her. Eventually she was able to escape the flow, but her pace was made even slower as she moved like an ice skater as the oily mess lubricated her every move.

***

Caroline left the woods, she was covered in paint and glue, swearing revenge on everyone involved, it was then that she stopped, she could see a familiar form in the distance. Was that, she paused, it looked like Hilary but totally in silhouette. She called out and the oily being turned and waved at her. Caroline quickly approached her. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I could ask you the same..." The sound of dogs in the distance shocked them both. "Quick run!"

The hounds were on the horizon and approaching fast Caroline and Hilary dashed out of the farm yard, the dogs were almost upon them, they ran as fast as they could but were soon surrounded by horses and hounds. Hilary held her hands up. "Okay... You got us!"

"You look as if you found some of our surprises." The master laughed. "But not our last one... Ready, aim, fire!" The girls shrieked as the hunters pulled out super-soakers from their saddle bags. There was a deluge of mess as they were covered in jets of custard, cold soup, syrup and ketchup. In less than a minute Hilary and Caroline were unrecognisable blobs covered in layers of mess. The master raised his hand as he noticed the two of them were shuddering. "Are they crying?" He asked his assistant, somewhat concerned.

"No!" Caroline cleared her eyes. "Laughing..." She giggled. "What a lovely mess!"

"Excellent.." The master smiled. "I told you these were game gals, they will do well at the ball tonight! We had better get them ready!"

Hilary recognised the local vet approaching them. "Hello Steve what are you doing here with that?" Before she had an answer he had spiked Hilary with the syringe he was carrying. Caroline gasped, but he was quick and she received the same treatment. He stood back as both of the girls slumped to the yard.

***

Hilary's head was spinning. She tried to move but found that she was unable to. Shocked she opened her eyes quickly, groggily she saw that she had been tied to a solid wooden chair and that she was no longer messy. She shook her head, what had happened, she tried to think but her mind was a blank. There was a sound beside her and she Caroline was also coming round. "What the hell..?" She suddenly snapped her eyes open struggling against the white rope that secured her to the chair. "What the hell is going on here?"

"I haven't got a clue." Hilary shrugged. "The last I remember was being at the farm." She paused. "Steve. What did he do to us?"

"I think I can answer that." The hunt master stepped into the room. "I asked Steve to make sure you were sedated so that we could prepare you for the hunt ball. You were fair game, we caught both of you so..."

"What have you done to us?"

"Oh nothing untoward. Some of the female hunters have washed you and dressed you ready for what should be a lovely evening."

"Dressed?" Hilary looked down. "On my goodness?"

Both Hilary and Caroline were dressed in skimpy fox costumes, they had fluffy ears attached to their heads, a short snout glued to their noses and a tail peeking out from behind them and it was obvious from her discomfort how that was attached. Otherwise they were dressed in red silk corsets and fine stockings and suspenders.

"Do you like it? You are our captured foxes." He smiled. "Look I promised you would be safe and you will be... I am sure you will enjoy the party, you are guests of honour!" With this the master left the room.

"What the hell have you got us into?" Caroline scowled.

"I am sorry... I didn't know this would happen?"

"Guests of honour... We have been hunted, trapped and sedated and now we are tied to chairs about to await, well God knows what!"

***

The girls did not have to wait long before two of the female hunters who they had seen earlier in the day walked into the room. "Ah, view hallo foxes." One of the women laughed. She was dressed in an immeculate hunt outfit, red coat, white jodhpurs and polished leather riding boots, her colleague was dressed the same. "I hope you like your costumes!"

"Very funny..." Hilary scowled. "Let us go, we don't want to play anymore."

"Okay..." The other huntswoman smiled. "We will set you free, but the games are far from over. We want you to take part in the raffle."

The girls were quickly untied from the chairs but were handcuffed with their hands behind their backs "in case you try to run", they were taken from the small room and towards the main dining hall. Before they entered they could hear cheering and shouting. The doors were flung open and a room with over one hundred people was revealed, they were all sitting at round tables. As they entered the cheers became deafening, mixed with hunting horns and yells. The gilrs were jostled as they made their way towards the front of the room and a small stage were the master was waiting. They were pushed, unwilling onto the stage and the master called for silence.

"Pray silence for our foxes!" There was an eruption of wolf wistles and jeering. Hilary blushed, her cuffed hands forcing her chest out in her silk corset. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. As you know it has come time for our raffle. We have some wonderful prizes donated by our generous sponsors, and..." He paused. "Of course the winners have the choice of taking their prize or dinating it to our lovely foxes." Hilary and Caroline looked between themsleves, so they may win some prizes. This may not all be bad. The girls were moved to the side of the stage, Hilary was surprised that they were made to stand in the middle of a large inflatable pool.

"What the hell is this?" Caroline whispered in her ear. Hilary shrugged as they were stood in full view of the audience.

"Okay..." The master smiled. "Let us draw the first prize" He reached into a bucket and pulled out a folded white ticket. "Our first prize is from our friends at Ruffles Bakery." There was a round of applause and two people took a bow. "And the prize, of the finest cakes and puddings for your party is won by ticket ninty seven." There was a cheer and a woman stood up at the back of the room. She quickly made her way to the stage. "Well done Julie Now you have won a wonderful collection of cakes and pies for your next party or..." The master paused, looking at the audience with a theratical wink. "You could allow our foxes to have your prize."

Julie looked across at the foxes. "I think the foxes have been such good sports!" There was a cheer. "Let them have it!" Two assistants pushed trollies of pies and cakes through the curtain onto the stage. Julie stepped forward and grabbed a huge custard tart. She walked towards Hilary. "I hope you like pie!" And then, without warning slammed the sloppy pudding in Hilary's face. Hilary gasped, unable to clear her eyes she missed the two chocolate pies which sandwiched her head. Caroline was roaring with laughter, silenced only when Julie slammed a black forest gatauex into her face. She spat and gasped.

Then there was a free for all, the huntswomen and Julie spattered Hilary and Caroline with pies and cake. Hilary was turned slowly round and had a chocholate pie slapped on her bum before having a jug of custard poured down her corset. Caroline had lumpy pudding poured into her panties before she was wedgied firmly spraying cream and pudding across her. She gasped staggering for a moment before she was grabbed by the huntswomen, a dreamy look in her eyes.

As soon as it had begun it was over. Caroline and HIlary were covered in heavy cake and pudding, both girls reeling from the attack, their costumes destroyed and coated in sweet mess. Julie was handed a towel which she used to clear the girls eyes. She leant into to HIlary and wispered in her ear "Thank you..." Before leaving the stage to massive cheers.

***

The master called for order again. "The next prize is from our friends at Northside Hardware." HIlary looked up in shock, this could not be good. "£100 of goods from their shop goes to..." He pulled out a ticket. "Number twenty three!" A cheer rose from another table and a hansome man in a dinner suit approached the stage. "Now John, do you want the hardware?"

He laughed. "Master, you know that I am no good at DIY!" The room erupted. Again two trollies were pushed out, this time piled with tins of paint and other items. John smiled and grabbed a roll of duct tape. He tore off a strip and approached Caroline, crotching before her he pulled down her panties, she gasped, shocked at his action. He slapped the tape onto her pubic hair. "Ready?" He gave an evil smile.

"Oh shit! No... Please no!"

"One..." John yelled the crowd joining in. "Two... Three!" He grabbed the tape and pulled. Caroline screamed as John showed the tape covered in her pubes.

"You bastard!" Hilary screamed, the huntswomen stopped her from leaping at him.

"Oh yes..." He smiled. John grabbed an open tin of red gloss paint and aproached Hilary, she slowly poured the paint over her blond locks, soon the sticky paint was pouring over her face and dripping onto her chest. He reached for another tin and added a layer of bright blue gloss paint before covering her body in a mixture of green and yellow emulsion. He then turned to Caroline, he took a tin of brillant white gloss and covered her brunette hair and then splattered her with a selection of tester pots. Soon both of the girls looked like a piece of living modern art.

"I think you talk too much..." He turned to Hilary. Taking a bottle of super glue he smeared a layer on her lips and pressed them closed.

"Mmmmpph!" Hilary mumbled, shocked.

"Sorry, can't hear you!"

The crowd were more muted as John left the stage and the master moved quickly on to the next prize from the Evergreen Garden Centre. The ticket was drawn and another man approached. "Do you want a garden makeover or?" Of course he chose to humiliate the foxes and two wheelbarrows of compost were wheeled out. Hilary's eyes widened. The man donned gloves and then asked for the girls to be laid down.

As they did he pushed the barrow towards Hilary, tipping its contents over her body. The stinking load hit her body, sticking to the paint so that she was a blob of compost. Caroline struggled but soon recieved the same fate, they were both stood up again to reveal two compost covered bodies. Hilary muttered silent abuse, Caroline shook with rage.

"Next, the master smiled. A new driveway from Avenue Surfacing..." Hilary would have gasped, surfacing? Oh God did that mean? She shuddered as two barrels of tar were brought out. Two tin baths were placed on the stage before them and the thick tar was poured into them, it reached the brim of the bath. Hilary was shaking her head, Caroline was pleading. Their pleas were ignored and they were pushed into the baths. They both sunk into the black tar, slowly covering their bodies with warm tar. The huntswomen placed their hands on each girl's head. The crowd cheered. Hilary and Caroline took a deep breath as they were pushed down, their heads breaching the surface until their world went dark. They were soon dragged up, their heads heavy with glue like tar.

They were pulled from the baths and stood for the audience to see. black, shiny blobs in the stage lights, unrecognisable as humans.

***

"Now who would like to win turkey dinners for their Christmas?" The master smiled. Of course when the ticket was drawn this actually meant sacks of turkey feathers for the girls. The ticket had been bought by a table and so six men and women approached. They grabbed handfuls of feathers and started to scatter them, flinging them at the girls. One woman put on the gloves and made sure that Hilary and Caroline had handfuls of feathers shoved between their legs where they itched like mad.

Hilary was being moved back, she could not see and missed the tar bath behind her, she slipped and fell into the bath sinking once more in the tar. There was a massive cheer. As she was dragged out the winners approached with more feathers.

Minutes later both girls were like massive birds on the stage.

***

"Now, the last prize." There were cheers and boos. "This is from Smiths Builders."

Hilary could no longer see or hear what was happening, in fact she was in her own world, isolated with tar and feathers, paint and glue. She felt a rumble and looked up to see a cement mixer between her and Caroline. She shook her head wildly. The prize winner had been given the chance to win a new extension to be built or the chance to coat the girls in a layer of concrete. Of course, to keep everyone safe the cement had been replaced with plaster of paris. Soon buckets were being poured out and both the girls were being coated in the heavy slop.

Hilary and Caroline were soon covered, the weight was tremendus and their world totally silent. Straws provided breathing holes and it was not long, beneath the hot lights that the plaster started to set and they were unable to move an inch. The crowd went wild and the girls were placed in the centre of the dance floor where people danced around them into the early hours.

***

Hilary woke with a start. Had it been a dream? She looked down and saw her body was still stained with paint and tar, but most of the mess had been removed, reaching up it seemed that the process had also removed most of her hair. She sighed, it was an occupational hazard she guessed. Caroline was lying beside her, she was also stained but the plaster, tar and paint had been removed.

There was a letter on the table beside them.

Dear girls...

Thank you for being such good sports. You took everything with such good grace it was felt that you should have the proceeds of the raffle also, there was a leaving collection for you. I threatened the members that anyone who did not give generously would be on stage next time instead of you.

Hilary looked down, there was a cheque in her name for fifteen thousand pounds, she gasped, there was a second one made out to Caroline.

...You were so impressive, I don't suppose you would be willing to join us for the Boxing Day hunt?"

The letter was signed from the hunt master.

Boxing day, Hilary mused. Oh she would be counting the days!

[Chloesdad]

Nice story, but no-one should ever use plaster of paris as a wam substance. Its an exothermic, i.e. it gives off heat as it hardens. There was a story in the news a year or so ago where a girl had severe burns to her hand after trying to make a plaster of paris cast of it at school.

[CustardPie]

Thank you Chloesdad, a very good point so thank you for raising it

[Bones]

An excellent, extreme story - thank you for sharing.