It had been planned for a while but could any length of planning really prepare for such an event?
No amount of excitement could overcome the nervous thrill coursing through my body as we arrived. The frosty still air painfully welcomed my body as Mistress instructed me to remove all clothing swiftly on arrival. Her voice so clear cutting through the Siberian landscape, unable to be ignored by any creature in Her grasp. Wearing only my birthday suit and trainers I ceremoniously fell to my knees and kissed the long brown country boots that adorned Miss’ perfect feet. As the icy ground burnt into my knees I waited hands outstretched for further instruction from the Queen. My nipples stinging every time the hard ground caressed them, I felt Her warm hands petting my bottom, Her nails carving ancient sigils into both butt cheeks and then the familiar cold of metal tightening a collar to my vulnerable neck.
Sat back on my knees I watched as Miss’ alluring perfection walked back to the car. my usual over confidence had already started to abandon me as I watched Her effortless elegance floating across the landscape, the casual blue Levis, crisp white shirt and tweed jacket making Mistress appear like a simple sweet country girl as She went to collect Her gun. My lower leg was becoming numb but it didn’t matter, the arousing sound of Her beautiful voice singing was enough to distract me from the torture that I was to endure. The excitement of a dream playtime becoming realised and the honour of Mistress wanting to be the one to shoot me, to take me out for a day of painful fun. The endorphins has already begun as I felt my eyes darting around the field, trying to think of places to hide and rest. It was an open field a mile long, there was nothing but a few hedges around the edge and a woodland at the back. If I could run the mile distance I would be ok, I could get there before the first shot and hide amongst the trees. I had it planned, my fool-proof plan. Unfortunately Mistress is no fool and had quite clearly selected this location for a reason.
My darting bunny eyes were shocked back to reality with one firm slap. My immediately shocked disposition only making Mistress laugh and throw her glorious golden locks back.
“Right little bunny, RUN. Run and don’t stop until I say”
Her brown piercing eyes burned into me, eyebrow raised and sadistic smile reaching across Miss’ exquisite face. Between the muffles of my clumsy self attempting to desperately scramble onto my feet and run I hear Her unnerving laugh and feel the shivers run down my spine. Not from cold but the sudden realisation of understanding what I had asked Mistress to do. Glancing back as I sprinted away as fast as my numb legs would carry me I saw it for the first time, the meaty black gun almost as tall as Miss Herself being raised up and loaded.
Not wanting to fail in the first few seconds I forced my brain to think of any wartime advice I could find. Zig-zag so you don’t get hit like Rickon Stark, don’t keep a constant pace, lots of sudden changes in direction. I must be unpredictable. My heart was racing, pumping harder than any gym session, the fear of the pain sickening and distracting me as my skin cut through Arctic air. All of a sudden from no-where my butt clenched, an unusual pain forcing a squeal as I stopped dead in my tracks unsure of what had happened. I look at my bottom and no paint could be seen, no mark, nothing. Again the stinging shock rushed from my butt hole up my spine as I struggled to catch my breath between screams, desperately trying to work out where the pain had come from. Only to realise quite how sadistic Mistress intended this play to be. An electric collar. Her depraved mind only just revealing itself as I forced my body to continue running from the imminent threat. Forcing myself to survive a few more seconds at a time, to push through the horrible electric shocks throwing my entire body into spasm with every 5th step, slowing me down and unknowingly causing me to forget to not run in a straight line.
The first hit lasted a lifetime. The sharp intense pain stopping me in my tracks, I couldn’t move or breathe from the sheer shock of so much pain in one tiny location. Its only then I truly understood how an animal can stare at your headlights and be unable to move from their death. There was no sound. Just silence as I fiercely tried to pull myself back into the moment, as I begged myself to move and keep running, to run from the inevitable torture. The briefs seconds extending into what felt hours of unforgiving stinging, burned into my memory forever. I feebly looked over my shoulder expecting to see gushing blood but instead my gaze met with a sticky yellow circle and excess fluid running down my right leg only to be joined by a much more familiar sticky liquid. My jaw ajar in pure disbelief at what had happened and the realisation of how much the sting was fueling the burning arousal between my legs. Mesmerized by the yellow I tried to refocus and run once again. For the first time want to run from Mistress yet instead of moving I found my eyes met Hers across the field. Watched Her malevolent grin expand as two more explosions of paint agonizingly caressed my cold skin shocking me back into reality and the true nefarious nature of my unchained predicament. I could feel the yellow oozing down my left thigh, both hits must have been only inches apart judging by the unrelenting harrowing burn of only one small area. I was a mere rabbit running from an apex predator.
My breathing returned but heightened, fast short breaths keeping alive and moving as I darted across the field fiercely adamant three hits was all Mistress would have. All that could be heard was my rushed breathing, hard footprints on the frozen ground and the occasional shot of a gun. Surrounded by emptiness I started to lose faith, there was no-where to hide, how long could i run for, how much more could I take. Stumbling to remain upright I jumped a frozen puddle only two fall to my knees on landing. Mistress had hit my calf mid jump. The searing agony dropped me to my knees. The frozen ground cutting into my delicate kneecaps as I forced myself back up and forwards. As though in a horror film i clambered away, wet and sticky, all endorphins at their peak I was no longer in control of my movements. I had become rabbit in her most purest form. Innocent prey, vulnerable and focused only on survival. My burning lungs no longer concerned me, I was changed and focused. The hits cutting into me yet I couldn’t look. Each one just as intense and painful as the last, each mark only adding to my heightened senses and realisation. I was entirely at Mistress’s mercy. Running from the Queen and yet knowing there was no real escape, knowing my fate was sealed the second we left home in Her car. There was no other outcome, no situation where I could have won. Knowing each lovingly given excruciating shot would only be followed by another and another and another until my magnificent Mistress was satisfied. rabbit remained silent throughout the ordeal, aroused and quietly scrambling through the cold countryside awaiting a finale in whichever fabulous manor Mistress had intended it. I just wanted to see Her, to stop running from Her and give in to Her undeniable beauty and creative mind. I wanted more than anything to be safe in Her arms, to be able to breath without pain, to be entirely calm and adore Mistress in anyway She so desired.
I had counted 28 hits. It’s hard not to keep count when each is as relentless as the last. I couldn’t sprint anymore, my legs had become weak and pathetic like a zebra at the end of a hunt awaiting the feel the teeth that would finally maim Her. Jogging as fast as I could I felt them. Several shots so expertly placed one after the other, all on the spot on my right thigh forcing me to trip and land on all fours. For the second time I glanced back, my breathing being taken by the glorious sight of Mistress gliding across the field, sunlight bouncing off Her radiant skin making Miss appear to be physically glowing with power. I tried to get up and make Her proud, to continue for Her. I wanted to be the strongest a rabbit can but as my left foot pushed up it was only greeted by agonizing pain to my left thigh collapsing me once more. Tears had started running down my cheeks under the mask as I became unsure of what to do. My mind wanted to fight for Miss but legs no longer could. My internal fight pouring through my eyes whilst my nails dug deep into the ground trying to borrow energy from somewhere else. My back arched awaiting the next hit and yet all that came was Her angelic eloquent voice.
“Do not move little bunny. Stay still for me”.
Perhaps the easiest task I have ever been given. Balancing on my bruised legs, grateful for the ground holding them still as the plug continued to send the occasional small electric shock, I waited. In all my agony I knelt still, paint adorned and already feeling the swellings develop, I focused on the stunning Women walking towards me with such precision and calm. My breathing calming and the wet dripping between my legs onto the cold ground. Her smiling face a glowing image of perfection as this evil Queen was nearly infront of me. Gun in hand yet only kindness and joy in Her voice. Miss’ piercing brown eyes cut through the monochrome of pain that had encapsulated my weak body making me feel the strongest I have ever been. I no longer shivered, no longer cared for my physical state whilst looking up at such Goddess like perfection. Mistress removed my mask to reveal the mascara running down my face and my peaceful, sleepy smile. Without any need for encouragement my head dropped and kissed Her boots once more.
Mistress' claws lifted my head up until our eyes met once more. One finger tracing the black streaks painting my cheeks as I gazed up feeling like the luckiest rabbit ever. Lost in the perfect moment.
Lying face down on the numbing ground I could feel Miss’ warm body sit on me as She admired Her work, feeling Her fingers gently trace over the paint circles causing me to involuntarily wince as I was reminded of the imminent swellings. Her sharp nail running the inside of my thigh until it met my perner. Mistress' laugh and torment was yet to be over as She continuously teased at the soaking wet lips, pulling them apart and reminding me of how desperately I wanted Her. my body unable to keep my lust a secret, to hide how much my vulnerability to a magnificent Woman arouses me beyond understanding. No place i would rather reside than as Her beautiful masterpiece of pain and art, under a Happy Mistress. As if my mind were not complete enough Miss stood up and ordered the same of me, to stand with my hands behind my head so that She could admire the full extent of Her sadistic masterpiece as Miss so purposefully walked around me as though i were a beautiful piece of art to be admired and praised.
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