Equestrienne Pursuits
Lady Jenna’s estate sprawled as far as the eye could see, a vast expanse of land where wealth and power were not just flaunted but exercised in the cruelest ways imaginable. This weekend, she had invited Lady Karla to join her for what promised to be an entertaining retreat. As the two rode their horses through the rolling countryside, their conversation drifted to recent disturbances.
“I’ve been having some trouble with trespassers lately,” Lady Jenna remarked casually as they trotted side by side, her voice cold despite the pleasant autumn breeze. Her posture was as impeccable as her pristine riding attire, the leather gleaming under the midday sun. “Mind you, when you own so much land, it’s difficult for the peasants to know where they can and can’t go.”
Lady Karla chuckled darkly, her grip tightening on the reins. “That’s not really the point, is it? It’s your land, your rules. They need to learn some respect.” Her eyes gleamed with the cruel hunger for discipline, always ready to remind those beneath her of their place.
“I’ll teach them respect,” Karla snarled, her voice dropping low. “Just send them to me, and I’ll handle them in ways they won’t forget.”
Jenna smirked, raising a gloved hand to gesture lazily toward a distant field. “Oh, there’s no need for that,” she replied, her tone as light as if they were discussing tea. “They give us enough amusement as it is. Look over there.”
At her signal, both women pulled back on their reins, halting their horses with effortless control. Karla’s eyes followed Jenna’s gaze to where a man; nearly naked, save for a torn loincloth burst from the cover of a hedge and sprinted desperately across the open field. The man’s face was a mask of sheer terror as he darted across the uneven ground, every movement betraying his panic as he glanced over his shoulder at the two Ladies.
“He must think we’re part of the hunt!” Lady Jenna laughed, the sound chilling in its delight. Her laughter was infectious, and Lady Karla soon joined in. For them, it was nothing but a game, the man’s fear an added thrill.
Before long, the thundering of hooves broke through the stillness as a dozen more riders crashed through the same hedge in pursuit, shouting and whooping in excitement. Each Lady wore her own distinct hunting outfit, the leather, PVC, and rubber tailored to their tastes, yet all shared a singular purpose: domination. Some wore traditional jodhpurs and riding boots, but most preferred spiked-heeled boots, the better to inflict pain when they inevitably cornered their quarry. Each of their heels glinted ominously, sharp as their spurs, ready to tear into flesh.
“Now the fun begins,” Jenna mused, her eyes alight with amusement as the hunt played out before them. The man, frantic and disoriented, zigzagged across the field, but the riders gave him no quarter. Riding switches were raised high, the anticipation palpable in the air.
With a savage grace, the Ladies brought their whips down in perfect unison, the air filled with the sound of cracking leather. The man’s scream echoed as the blows landed, his skin already reddening from the vicious strikes. He stumbled, cringing as he tried to avoid the raining lashes, his movements jerky and desperate, but the Ladies closed in. Spurs jabbed into him without hesitation, drawing sharp cries of pain with each thrust.
Karla’s gaze was riveted, her lips curling into a smile. “They’re toying with him,” she noted, her voice betraying nothing but satisfaction. The pursuit had become a sadistic dance, each rider expertly guiding her horse to give the man the briefest glimmer of hope before cutting him off again.
Lady Jenna laughed softly. “They’re skilled, aren’t they? Notice how they’re keeping just out of reach, giving him the illusion of escape. But it won’t last. They’ll bring him down soon.”
Sure enough, the Ladies shifted tactics. A few expertly maneuvered their horses in a tight circle around the man, forcing him to spin, desperate for a way out. The others unclipped their bullwhips, unfurling the long, coiled leather with practiced ease. The man froze for a moment, unsure of which direction to flee, but it was already too late. The whips lashed out, striking him from all sides, cutting through the air with sharp cracks and tearing into his exposed flesh.
“The poor wretch doesn’t stand a chance,” Jenna said, almost gleeful as she watched. “A dozen whips, all at once? He’ll be done in minutes.” Her words were punctuated by the man’s anguished screams as he crumpled to the ground, curling into a ball in a futile attempt to shield himself from the relentless strikes.
After several agonizing minutes, the riders finally relented, satisfied with their work. They rode off in search of their next victim, a few of them spurring their horses to trample the man’s broken body as they galloped away, leaving him writhing in the dirt. The Ladies’ laughter echoed across the field, mingling with the fading cries of their prey. The exhilaration of the hunt, the intoxicating blend of power and cruelty, filled them with a heady rush that bordered on ecstasy.
“A pleasure hunt indeed,” Jenna remarked as they resumed their leisurely pace. “They made short work of him. Sometimes we make a competition of it; who can bring down the most in the shortest time. Personally, I find riding over them works best. A well-placed hoof knocks them out of the game quickly.” She glanced at Karla, her eyes twinkling with shared malice. “Perhaps next time you’ll join us for a proper contest?”
Karla grinned, her own excitement barely concealed. “I’d love to. But for now, let’s see if there are any more trespassers lurking about. It’s amusing how they risk their lives for a few rabbits or pheasants. Such simple creatures; they need to learn that hunting is our privilege, not theirs.”
With a sharp kick of their spurs, they split up, each galloping in opposite directions, ready to claim their next prize. As Karla’s mount surged forward, her eyes locked on the man who was still struggling to stand. She didn’t hesitate, urging her horse onward until it trampled him back into the dirt. As she felt the satisfying crunch beneath her, a smile curled on her lips.
“Shouldn’t have been in my way,” she thought, relishing the thrill of control, the surge of power. There was nothing quite like it.
