Victoria's Tail

Victoria moves like a flash as she er... flashes the folk of this small village.

Her heart is pounding and her lungs are burning as she forces herself to continue on, refusing to stop less she be **** to face the lusty leers and lascivious comments of these filthy, dirty commoners.

Her dainty, delicate bare feet are aching now. They are used to being pampered all day, everyday, now they are slapping against all sorts of mud, dirt, and the occasional painful pebble.

Finally, she makes it to the edge of town, zipping past the confused guard and a pace that is noticeably slower than when she started.

Honestly, she'd be pretty proud of herself and her physical endurance right now, if she wasn't so **** to get away.

Victoria's eyes are watering now, a simple physical reaction to the exertion she is putting herself through, but despite it all, she heroically presses on, past the outer limit of the town.

She goes on like that for who knows how long, feeling the ground beneath her turn from mud, to dirt, to grass, and then back to dirt again.

Naked, sweaty, filthy, sore, and practically blind, she finally comes to a halt, not because she necessarily wanted to, but because she tripped on a rock and tumbled into a pokey, prickly bush.

The naked redhead yelps in pain and then lies there, wheezing and whimpering.

She blinks and looks around, and them groans.