Page 75 of Runaway Hucow

Tess experienced a wave of relief, but it was short-lived.

“Don’t think I’m letting you off easy,” Roscoe warned her. “If you pick a switch that is too small or that will break too easily, then I’ll pick a different one. And I’m good at picking out switches. Just ask Spike and Peyton if you don’t believe me.

The big alpha grabbed Tess’s arms and pulled her to him. She could feel the hard muscles of his stomach pressing against her breasts, and she could feel the even harder length of his erection inside his britches. He cradled her face in his big hands as he looked down at her. When he spoke again, his voice was a soft yet menacing purr.

“You’ve been a bad little hucow, but if you pick a switch that matches your indiscretion, I will know you have learned your lesson. Do you understand?”

Tess nodded. She wanted so badly to be good for him. She wanted to be good for all three of them. She was willing to do anything to win their trust and approval. Anything.

Roscoe released her and gestured to the woods behind him.

“Go ahead and make your selection. Be quick about it though. I’m eager to punish your naughty little backside.”

One glance at his britches told her how eager he was. And the dew between her own legs told her she was eager for it too, even if she was a little scared.

She ventured among the trees, searching for the perfect switch. She was tempted to pick something small or brittle, but she remembered Roscoe’s warning and thought better of it. At last, she found something she thought would serve. It was long and straight, too large to be called a twig, but too small to be called a branch. She pointed it out to Roscoe.

The big alpha grunted.

With the razor sharp edge of his ax, he separated the switch from its tree, then trimmed away the few smaller twigs and shoots until all that was left was a long straight rod. He set down his ax and studied the switch like a craftsman. He bent it between his fingers, testing its flexibility, then he swung back and forth a couple of times. The switch made a soft hissing sound as it cut through the air. The alpha smiled approvingly.

“An excellent choice,” he said.

Tess’s face warmed at those words of approbation, even as the cheeks of her bottom warmed in anticipation of the sting her chosen switch would soon give them.

“Now then,” Roscoe said, “Go ahead and strip off your clothes.”

“All of them?” Tess asked. “I thought you were only going to spank my behind.”

Roscoe scowled at her and tapped the switch threateningly against his palm.

“Do not question me, little hucow. From now on, whenever I tell you to strip, I expect you to obey me immediately and without hesitation. The same goes for Spike and Peyton. You belong to us now, little hucow. Your body is ours to punish and pleasure however we see fit. Now take off your clothes before I rip them off you.”

The growl of aggression in the alpha’s voice made Tess break out in goosebumps. Her sex throbbed with desire, and her nipples grew hard behind her shirt. The minotaurs couldn’t see those signs of arousal now, but they would see them soon enough, because Tess was about to be naked, whether she wanted it or not.

She did want it.

She started with her shirt. Her trembling fingers struggled with the buttons, but at last she had them all unfastened, and she pulled the shirt open, showing Roscoe and Spike her bare breasts and erect nipples.

The two bisonmen growled hungrily and started to take off their own clothes too. Tess didn’t have to ask them why. They were both so aroused, it must have been a great relief for them to free their erect members from the confines of their tight britches.

She only wished Peyton was here too. She wanted to see the youngest bisonman’s hard length jutting proudly alongside his brothers’. Where was he, Tess wondered. What was taking him so long?

Roscoe slapped the switch against his palm, snapping Tess’s attention back to the present moment.

“What are you waiting for?” he said. “Take off those blue jeans so I can see the pretty little ass I’m about to punish.”

This time, Tess gave no hesitation. She unfastened her belt, then the buttons of her fly, and slipped the denim down her bare thighs. She was wearing no undergarments beneath. When the minotaurs saw her nakedness, their hard cocks started to jump, and precum leaked from their tips.

“Turn around,” Roscoe commanded.

Tess obeyed. She heard both of the bisonmen rumble with lust at the sight of her bare bottom.

“Now bend over,” Roscoe said, “and brace yourself against that tree there.”

“No,” said Spike. “Brace yourself against me.”

Tess turned toward the younger bisonman and took his outstretched hands. Then she bent over at the waist, offering her backside for Roscoe to punish.