Gazelle baby - a foreplay
On the white wall in front of her, the movie that displayed from the ceiling-mounted projector was evolving, starting to zoom in from the sunny open African landscape to a small group of leopards – two or three, hard to be sure in the tall grass. There was no sound.
“Why am I seeing this?” Marisha asked, over her shoulder, to the man in a caps and sunglasses standing halfway behind her. He didn’t answer. He had asked her to watch it, and was obviously a man of few words, so she uncomfortably had little choice than to turn her head back and continue watching.
The two other men – young men, or late teenagers really – who seemed to work with setting up cameras and lights in the otherwise naked room, had an eye on the screen too, she noticed, as the scene moved over the landscape to a gazelle, grassing. Beautiful, long-legged, striped and with white little spots along its back. It was alerted and raised its long slender neck, while the cute white tail fanned optimistically.
No reason for optimism, Marisha thought. She did not want to see the gazelle get hunted, but she didn’t feel like protesting. She was here for the audition for the fashion clothing photoshoot, and if the agency or photographer or whoever thought this movie was needed as inspiration for the collection or test or something, then OK – she had decided to go for this, to apply, and now that she was here she better play along, she thought. She steeled herself to not be affected in case the movie would show some killing. Maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe the prey would get away or even win if there was a fight?
It got clear that the leopards were closing in on the gazelle. Maybe it was aware, maybe not.
Marisha tried to remain indifferent to the movie, but the tension rose. She was already a bit stressed and nervous for the whole thing she was here for today, and now her heart started beating faster, and her breath went a bit heavier. Stop it, she tried to convince herself.
But she could not avoid thinking of the similarity – she being here alone with some guys she had never met before, in a place she didn’t know. The taxi they had sent for her had brought her to this house, and she had been escorted to this naked photoshoot room by one of the young assistants, who had come out to meet her.
Standing on her high heel pumps on long naked legs under a very short mini dress wasn’t much different from the image displayed of the vulnerable prey on thin long legs in the movie either – all alone – and surrounded by hungry predators. Well- hopefully that’s where the similarities ended, she thought.
But she couldn’t help feeling that the eyes of the man behind her burned at her as much as at the movie. And that the boys took stolen glimpses at her, too, in between. Well – she knew she looked good, especially in this cute mini dress and with the hairdo and makeup and jewelry and everything. She had taken care with everything in order to impress today, so she would have to tolerate the attention, quite simply.
Her heart sank as the movie developed as feared – the big cat had sneaked in and suddenly attacked. The gazelle jumped and ran for its life on long thin legs, but the muscular beast needed only a few rounds to aim in, and finally struck the gazelle out of balance with a long paw on its rump and then tackling its hind legs. The gazelle was quickly up, but before it got away, the beast had put its claws around the slender beauty, pulling it back down. The gazelle – obviously in both horror and pain from the claws penetrating its skin – kicked and squirmed to get up and away, but it was too light and powerless, and soon the leopard had rolled it over, exposing the whiter underside of it, keeping it down with a big paw, and finding its slender neck beneath the reach of the sharp little horns. The big jaws closed in around the soft flesh. The poor gazelle was on its back, all four legs kicking desperately like drumsticks in the air, as its throat was blocked and slowly crushed and perforated.
Marisha was disgusted. The thought that the disclosure of the white vulnerable underside of the prey was like the underwear of a woman being raped added to her shock. “It is terrible! Do I really have to watch this?” she protested. “What’s going to be the point?”
“Just watch it, miss.” the big guy behind her rumbled calmly. “You’ll get the point.”
The camera in the movie had spotted a gazelle fawn. It was likely that it was its mother that had been taken by the leopard.
“Oh, please…!” Marisha burst out. ““Are you amused by this!?” She stared at the big pictures on the wall with open mouth and eyes in disbelief of the cruelty of the fawn left alone. It ran around, confused of where its mother was, uncertain where and to whom to turn to. Two seemingly younger leopards came into the picture nearby. They encircled the fawn, which with its ever-fanning tail seemed uncertain whether to try to escape or not. Its instinct was probably to run, but then expect that the chase would be on. So staying around was what it chose, perhaps simply because it hoped that its mother would come and take charge as always before. The two young leopards were intrigued by the irrational little creature and came closer.
“Please, turn it off!” Marisha begged. “I don’t want to see it!”
The camera moved back to the big leopard, having the slender female gazelle under it.
“Oh, fuck, he’s got her good!” one of the young assistants burst out.
Marisha jumped from the sudden sleazy comment. “Listen, I think this is maybe not for me…” she stuttered and was about to march out. But at the same moment the tall man behind her laid an arm on her back, the big hand on her shoulder, as if to calm her.
“Don’t worry, miss. We’ll stay with the plan, OK?”
In the tense situation, the touch of the hand through the dress was burning and disgusting, and she was close to get out of his hold. He had his hand sort of fatherly up the mid of her back, his fingers on one shoulder and the thumb behind her neck – she hated that kind of domination from a stranger. But she behaved and only straightened her back and neck and kept her head high to show that she didn’t crumble. The effect was however that her neck got longer and thinner and straightened right back into his hand, making his thumb close in above the white peter-pan collar of the dress. The hand around her neck and the touch on her skin was alarming, but she was still not sure what the deal was here, and the easiest was to let him keep his grip on her and let him direct her towards the scene on the wall.
The gazelle there was kicking and squirming on her back, weaker now as she was running out of power and breath and life under the heavy leopard.
“Yeah – wow - nice pins!” the other assistant chuckled.
Marisha boiled of anger by the tasteless comment, and was close to asking him to shut up, when the leopard in front of her released its bite at the lower neck of the gazelle, letting it for a moment regain breath and rotate and get halfway to its feet. But seemingly only to get more pleasure out of the prey’s fighting, because the claws still held the slender gazelle back, and the leopard soon stretched out and took a new bite at her neck, now higher up, at the thinnest part.
Marisha was breathing heavier from the terror in the scene and the man’s touching her and was about to make a serious attempt to excuse herself and squeeze out of his hold and walk out, but in the same moment he moved his hand up her neck and closed it more than halfway around.
“Stressed?” he asked, without sincerity. He started massaging her feeble neck with the fingers of his hand. “Relax. Just watch.”
“Now... no…” It was too hard and felt terrible and humiliating. “Why…let go, will you!” she protested. But his rough-skinned fingers made a grip firm enough to make her remain still. “Please…!”
She regretted so intensely now having put her hair up in a tight updo knot. That was to make her neck look long and thin and gorgeous for the photo-shoot. Now it had given this big creep access to a hand-full to hold her by. She felt so naked and vulnerable, and her legs started to feel numb.
The man neglected her pleas and kept his hold.
“Watch how he has taken her neck now!” he just stated, referring to the leopard. It had the gazelle in its jaws, the long thin neck was awkwardly bent as the kicking and squirming body was hanging from it.
Marisha’s disgust grew by his unjustified referral to the leopard as a male while he himself kept holding her by her neck. How could he!?
The leopard seemed to enjoy the fight of the gazelle and clamped its claws and weight around it to feel the squirming and kicking and death spasms wave through the slender body. The neck was seemingly broken in the jaws of the predator as the head was hanging powerlessly out of the leopard’s mouth while the thin legs were still kicking as the last air and life went out.
“Please stop it!” Marisha heard herself plead, referring to both the man’s hold of her and the horrifying movie.
But the man ignored her and continued to massage her neck with his one hand, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers.
“So there, little lady, no reason to be upset – it’s just a movie! It’s life in the jungle, you know?” He kept on manhandling her neck. His fingers dug deep in and it got increasingly painful. She lifted her arms to pry his hand off, but he calmed her before she got to it. “Alright?”, seemingly ready to let her go if she accepted. So she nodded. It was so humiliating to nod her head while it was held by the neck in his hard hold, but she did, to get free.
“Good girl!” He let her neck be and slid the hand back down on her shoulder. “I just wanted to get you in the mood.” She gasped of his mocking, unable to hide her heavy breathing. She turned around and away and got his hand entirely off her.
“Mood!?” she protested in disgust, now feeling safer at a few steps’ distance.
“Movie scare you?” he asked with a cold teasing voice.
He made her so angry and upset, but it was difficult to argue as she couldn’t see his eyes, and she wondered if he and the youngsters could see her heavy breath and her knees trembling. And what to answer this stupid question? Scared? Yes, disgusted and confused and worried, but why admit it? Better be strong, she thought, first. But on second thought, she needed to get out.
“Yes…” she whispered at the screen, where the big picture now showed the leopard starting to tear the skin of the dying female gazelle, cutting into and ripping off warm red flesh. The neck. The rump. The belly, between its hind legs. “Yes, it makes me sick. I need to get out.” She took a few steps towards the door.
“Oh, fuck – check, he’s mauling between her legs!” The outburst came from one of the young assistants – seemingly negligent of her aim to leave.
Marisha shuddered and kept walking without looking at the pictures. She couldn’t wait to get out and away.
“Wow, that’s a mouthful of soft warm pussy!” the other boy chimed in.
Marisha winced. And the door was locked! She gasped, but tried to stay composed as she turned to the men to protest.
“…or udder!” the first boy argued, cutting her off. The second laughed. “Tits!” He had the nerve to look at her chest while he said it! Marisha blushed and fought to pretend she didn’t get it.
“…Would have to be tiny…” the first boy stated while moving closer to the movie screen. “Can’t see ‘em…”.
“Yeah, but can still be a yummy mouthful!” the other chuckled, still having the nerve to keep looking Marisha over. “Or handful!”
Marisha saw her own breasts heave against the dress fabric. She turned away to hide them, and tried the door knob again.
“Can you open, please.” she asked, as calmly as she managed, looking over at the big man, to avoid the increasingly obnoxious boys. But he ignored her, and watched the movie seemingly with renewed interest.
The motherless gazelle fawn was now back in focus, running around between the two curious and playful young leopards. As it got encircled, it appeared to relax, stood still, let them approach, maybe thinking they were motherly, or maybe just paralyzed with fear.
Marisha felt more and more that it was not coincidental that she felt just like that poor little creature – so uncertain what this was, so wanting to run out of there, and so out of power to do so.
“Can I have the keys – I want to go!” she let out after a few tense silent seconds.
“Yeah – like bambi there…” the big man said with a cold grin. “You guys have the keys?” he asked innocently.
“No” one of them replied, equally innocent. The other confirmed happily.
Marisha’s breath got heavier as the numbness of anger and fear was spreading in her.
One of the leopards poked the long-legged little fawn, make it jump off and running a few yards away. It amused the cat, which followed, quickly caught up, and cut off any escape.
“It is not funny!” She stamped her foot slightly, took the chance of confronting them, looking around to see who looked most guilty of having locked the door and having the keys.
“Wasn’t it you who came in last?” she targeted the smallest seemingly youngest boy and took a couple of steps towards him. She realized he was still almost the same height as her on her heels, and ruggedly built, and his lustful eyes seeming to welcome a confrontation stopped her.
“Yeah – maybe.” he smiled. “Maybe I hid it up there!” he nodded up to the top of the door, suggesting that the key might be lying on the bold architrave over it. Not an uncommon thing to do – it would be out of sight – but hardly credible, thought Marisha. And the way his eyes for a moment ran by the hem of her short mini dress showed all too clearly that all he wanted was that she stretched for it. The long sleeves would no doubt pull the dress up to her hips and reveal her white underwear if she tried to stroke a hand along the top of that architrave.
“Don’t be funny!” she said as sternly as she could, which wasn’t much. The scene on the wall continued to develop as she tried to think what to say or do. The two predators were taking turns letting their little plaything escape, then hunting it easily back. The fawn was starting to get exhausted. Tried to lie down to be let alone, but was pulled up by the cute tail or with a light bite, just painful enough to make it run again. By liking to play with their pray, the young carnivores learned to hunt – a vital craft.
“Hey, look at them pins of that gazelle baby!” one of the boys chuckled.
“Yeah – bambi‘s a leggy little beauty!” the other agreed.
“Bambi is a boy’s name” corrected Marisha, as useless as it was with these illiterate idiots.
“Ha, ha, I don’t think so!” the boy laughed. “Bambi’s a girl! Wonder what they’re going to do to her. That's a tight little ass!” He pointed at the fawn’s cute hind, but let his eyes demonstratively also pass Marisha – standing helplessly in the middle of the room for everyone to drool at.
Marisha saw no point in arguing – they wanted the leopards’ playing and hunting of the baby gazelle to be a sexual thing, and as arousing it was for them, it was frightening to her.
“Hey, she’s got cute little dots herself, just like Bambi there!” the other boy commented, pointing at Marisha’s dress, referring to the small polka-dot pattern.
“What a coincidence!” the other boy grinned, making a wave of his hand in the direction of her dress skirt. “She’s all Bambi to me…!”
“Don’t…!” Marisha jumped a step out of reach and held the skirt tight to her thigh. “I’m no Bam…Anyway, it is the dress I was asked to order and wear for the audition photos!” she interrupted herself, trying to calm the situation. “Shall we do the photos or go home?” Not that she wanted more attention or photos or anything from these terrible youngsters, but it was the only thing that came to her mind to change the attention from their comparison of the baby gazelle and her. She turned to the tall man, but he just stood there, hands in the deep pockets of his overall, watching her and the movie.
“Well, why go home when we have our own li’l Bambi?” the taller boy asked.
“Yeah, and she’s got pretty pins too!” said the short one. He made gestures to the movie, while approaching Marisha, looking hungrily at her naked legs. She backed off, holding her hands protectively up to fence him off. He suddenly hooked her one wrist and held it firmly. She stayed at arm’s length distance, but on her high heels and being much lighter than the muscular boy, she was pulled closer to the screen wall.
“Let go!” she protested. She wanted to kick his legs and pry on his fingers, but was afraid to lose balance and that he would grab also her other hand, so she let him hold her while she used her other hand to keep her dress in place, and hence had no other choice than to watch.
On the next chase the baby gazelle was pawed to the ground, and stayed down, maybe to rest, maybe to prevent attack.
“Oh yeah, get on top of that little beauty now…!” the tall boy hissed.
The fawn allowed the leopard to smell it. But when it was licked by a big grinding tongue, the little one was scared enough that it fought itself to its feet and took off again, on thin legs now a bit more unsteady.
The boys just moaned from the sight, obviously cheering for the leopards to catch their prey again, while the one holding Marisha’s arm tried to pull her closer to him.
She was so afraid that he wanted to feel her up that she put in the extra force to twist her arm out of his grip. She ran away, just like the gazelle, but just like the gazelle, she had no-where to go, and the hunters played it calm, to enjoy the chase.
“Can you tell them to stop!” she pleaded to the tall man. “Please!” She was short of breath, and her knees were shaking terribly.
“Shall we do the photos, or please let me go home!” She tried to make her voice strong and controlled, putting her last hope that he would be grown up and a professional, and want to have the job done, and stop these idiots.
“Oh, baby, don’t worry, we’re getting the photos!” he answered with his usual deep ice cold voice. She looked confused at him, losing hope that he wasn’t part of the plot. “In fact, we’re shooting already!” he added with a vicious smile.
Marisha looked around. She realized with horror that there were electronic boxes mounted in the upper corners of the room, pointing down and into the middle, with lenses and red lights on. She had not thought much of what they were until now… There were no escapes – they covered the entire room, from all angles. They were filming… whatever this was… she froze stiff of fright.
The boys were coming for her, walking slowly, enjoying her fear.
“Hungry?” one boy asked the other, who laughed, drooling. “Wanna have some Bambi chop?”
On the screen, the scared little baby gazelle was again caught and grounded. The leopard laid down with the paws around it, but got bored, stood up and lifted the fawn to its feet by a light bite at its rump skin. It set off again, only to be hunted down and encircled again.
“Yeah, looks yummie!” The boy looked her up and down as he walked after her, but his gaze rested mostly at her legs and dress skirt.
Marisha felt so naked with her long heeled bare legs out of the short wide-skirted dress. She had no escape, yet she could not stop and let them get to her. She was backing, jumping away, soon running, her heels clicking lightly over the floor as the boys chased her.
The baby gazelle staggered on its long thin legs, seemingly desperate to try to show the predators that it wanted peace, to play, to have acceptance. But when the big jaws came upon it too close it lost its nerve and jumped and ran, only to be followed easily by a leopard, which this time hit the baby to the ground more thoroughly, brutally sending it rolling over. The sight of the white underside was maybe what became too irresistible, as the leopard now was upon the little one and held it down.
“Oh yeah now that’ll be a tight little fuck-toy!” cheered one of the boys.
The dust made it a bit hard to see exactly what went on, but the thin little legs of the gazelle baby were seen kicking desperately in the air.
The violence there triggered the boys’ attack on Marisha. They surrounded her and she gasped and tried to use the tall man as barrier.
“Please, help….” she pleaded, but when she looked up at him, he had replaced his cap and shades with a black ski mask that he must have had in his pockets. She let out a scream of shock, and backed off. She tried to escape from all three, but the shortest boy was too close and too fast, and she felt his hands around her hips and stomach, and was pulled back into his hold from behind. She tried desperately to kick and pry herself free, but the youngster was too strong and too horny. She tried to crouch down and clench her legs to protect her crotch, but he lifted her off the floor and tossed her around.
Marisha saw the bigger boy and the tall man drool over her exposed legs and underwear, ready to step in. As she was taken down, she saw the little fawn up on the wall, its thin neck in the jaws of a big leopard, and held down with a big paw over its soft white belly. She saw the little hooves of the fawn’s squirming legs in the background of her own heeled shoes kicking in the air as she was carried to the middle of the room.
