Female Prey & the Elusive Prey Page 13

  She was a captive. They could have her at any time, and in any way they wanted anyway. (She shivered at the memory of what they’d done to her while she was chained to that padded sawhorse.) The point was that they would initiate anything, not her. If she tried to anyway, it was as if she was challenging them. She pulled the covers up over her head to stifle her giggling. It was kind of funny. This was a very elaborate game, and she hadn’t been told all of the rules. She had to learn them by trial and error. Well, she supposed that a lot of the fun would go out of the game if they laid it all out ahead of time. Yes, indeed it would. She had been treated brutally yesterday, kneeling on that rug. It had felt like, and was no doubt intended as, punishment, discipline, correction. Thinking back on it now, it had also been exciting beyond anything she’d experienced before.

  And afterwards…right afterwards…they had hauled her down into the basement and taken her pictures again. Still dazed and shaky, she had stood proudly erect, head up, shoulders back, feet apart, and stared straight into the camera with semen still on her chin and thighs.

  And after that…they had cleaned her up again. Chains were locked around her wrists, neck and ankles and fastened to ringbolts to hold her upright and open for them, but instead of the chill water and rough handling they usually gave her, the water had been a soft and wonderfully warm spray. While they were just as meticulous as ever in cleaning her, the handling now was more like caresses than gropes. They had washed her hair…twice. They had even taken the time to shave her legs and under her arms. After all these days of captivity, she had been getting stubbly. Alpha himself had taken a small pair of scissors and carefully trimmed her…down there. She giggled again and ran a hand down between her legs to feel the results of his handiwork. He had trimmed her back, and quite short. It felt excitingly decadent. She would probably keep it this way from now on.

  They had dried her off, still chained up. By then she was moaning uncontrollably, hot and ready and more than willing. They had unchained her wrists and ankles, but left the chain around her neck to use as a leash. She’d expected to be led back to her cell again, but instead they had brought her upstairs to a small room at the back of the cabin. The walls were actual logs, closely fitted and solidly chinked. There were no windows, but light came in from a small skylight overhead. The glass in it was frosted, so while light could come in, she could not see out. The bed was a metal-framed single, the floor hard wood with one old rug, the lone overstuffed chair just a bit shabby. It all looked and felt very rustic.

  She hadn’t struggled at all as they tied her spread-eagled to the bed. At the time, she’d been anxious for them to hurry up and finish so they could fuck her again. She wanted that more than anything else in the world. She had felt afire, as if she was smoldering, smoke billowing from every orifice.

  Alpha had taken her first. She remembered watching him intently as he undressed, salivating as she saw how ready for her he was, how big and powerful he had looked in that small room. And then…he had laid down alongside her, narrow as the bed was, and began to kiss her. His free hand had fondled her breasts and belly, and then meandered lower. She very clearly remembered moaning and gasping into his mouth as he did wonderful things, earthquake-inducing things to her with his fingers. She was dazed, limp and tingling all over when he finally mounted her. Hampered by the ropes at her ankles, she had tried to welcome him, spreading her legs awkwardly, her mouth open and seeking his as she felt him thrusting up, up, up into her.

  She giggled again as she remembered how LOUD she had been. She could picture her other two captors standing outside the door, listening, growing big and hard and hungry for her as they heard her screams and moans. They all seemed to like it when she was noisy. The noisier she got, the harder they fucked her.

  Maybe all that yowling wasn’t very ladylike, but she didn’t care. Tied up or tied down as she usually was, it was the only way she could cut loose. Anyway, she was just a helpless captive. They made her loud, even as they made her do other things for their pleasure.

  Some time during the night, they had untied her from the bed, but they had left the chain around her neck. When she stood up, it dangled down between her breasts, almost to her navel. When she walked, it would sway back and forth, the silvery links brushing first one breast, then the other. Lying in bed, she had played with it, drawing it across her nipples, shivering as the hard metal touched soft and sensitive flesh. She hoped they would keep it on her. And if the chain were a bit longer, she could pull it up between her legs. The thought brought another shiver.

  She didn’t know why she’d been moved from the cell to this room. She supposed it could be some sort of reward, or maybe a graduation, but it didn’t really matter. It was a lot more comfortable here than in the cell, but most welcome of all was the bathroom. It was tiny, but now she didn’t have to call for someone to let her out. There was even a small stall shower, complete with hot and cold running water. Now, if she could just get bigger, fluffier towels…

  When would they come for her again? She hoped it would be soon. There really wasn’t much else for her to do, but she knew there were only a limited number of days to all this, and now she wanted to get everything she could out of all of them that were left. Most of all, she wanted them to fuck her round little ass again. That thought got her tingling all over every time.

  She was dozing when Alpha came in to her, but instantly awake when he whipped the blankets off of her. She offered no resistance when he flipped her onto her belly, pulled her harms behind her and began to tie her wrists. He was as cruelly forceful as he had been on that first day in the woods. She didn’t resist, but she did quiver a little at the rough handling. Maybe she even wriggled a little for his benefit…she wasn’t quite sure, because by then her mind was aflame, speculating on what new experience might be on its way. He took her leash and led her out of the room. She went with him willingly, stumbling a little. He never said a word as he led her out into the living room.

  Kimberley pulled up short when she saw what was there, and Alpha gave her leash a sharp yank, so that she staggered forward to stand next to him. He gripped the back of her neck with one big hand, and gave it a squeeze.

  All three of her captors were there. There were also three strangers: Two men, hard-looking and rough, clad in bulky camouflage outfits. Behind them, she could see backpacks stacked against a wall. Between the two men stood a woman, naked, bound and collared. One of the men held a leash clipped to the collar.

  Maybe woman wasn’t quite the right word…Kimberley frowned to herself. She looked to be only 20 or so…would girl be a better word? She looked to be a few inches taller than Kimberley was, with too many of those inches going into long, long legs. She had full, round breasts and hips to match, long, dark hair and big dark eyes. She looked at Kimberley with a tired, mildly curious expression.

  Kimberley risked quick, sidelong glances at her own captors. They were all focused on this newcomer, all looked hungry and eager. She was instantly jealous of this girl, even if she’d had no more choice about coming here than Kimberley herself had. Then she noticed that the newcomer’s captors were looking at her with the same expressions. She could almost feel their eyes crawling over her naked body.

  Typical male behavior, a part of her mind snickered. Even with a perfectly willing playmate right there, they’re always interested in new pussy. The thought made her feel a little less inadequate, but now uneasy. Was there going to be some sort of swap here? She didn’t want to be hauled off into the woods again, short of food, water, rest and the least bit of comfort. She didn’t want to be turned over to new captors. Maybe they couldn’t do much more to her than had already been done, but they were not her captors. They were strangers, unfamiliar and frightening. Was she going to have to go all the way back to square one?

  She realized that she was staring at the other woman, even as the other woman was staring at her. Were they wondering the same things? Speculating about what the other might have experien
ced or endured? Seeing each other as unwelcome competition?

  Kimberley sighed inwardly. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. She couldn’t do anything about it…again. She risked some quick glances at the two strange men, and told herself that they didn’t really look any worse than her own three had when she’d first encountered them in the woods. Shower and shave them and they wouldn’t look that bad at all…but they were still strangers.

  “Cute little thing,” one of them said at last, breaking the silence. He smiled at Kimberley, but it wasn’t reassuring. “Turn ‘round for us, little darlin’.”

  She looked up at Alpha, who frowned at her and nodded. That wasn’t reassuring either. She obediently pirouetted for them, feeling nervous, chilled and shaky, her bound hands clenched into little fists. When she finished, facing them again, both men looked pleased. “Cute little ass,” the first one observed.

  “Tight little ass.” Alpha chuckled, patting it. “So, we have a deal?”

  Kimberley looked up at him, her mouth an “o” of stunned surprise. They really were trading her? When Alpha led her forward and exchanged leashes with one of the strangers, she still, desperately, didn’t want to believe it. But then, the two newcomers began fondling her, roughly and intimately, and her heart sank as she knew it was all too true.

  Every time…every time she thought she knew how things were, every time she started to enjoy some of it, even just a little bit, they threw her another curve. She closed her eyes and groaned. Now she’d be led off into the woods again, cold and hungry and miserable, and that dark-haired bitch would take her place here, warm and fed and not-miserable. She hated it. She hated her. She hated them, all of them!

  One of her new captors patted her rump and gave her leash a tug. “C’mon, little darlin’,” he said. “No point in wastin’ time.”

  Kimberley sighed, resigning herself to her fate. But instead of taking her outside, they began to lead her downstairs, into the basement. She was puzzled at first, then horrified as she realized that they were leading her to the room with the padded sawhorse. Her one weak attempt to hang back earned her a hard slap across her rear and an even harder yank on her leash. She was shaking as they fastened her to the sawhorse with practiced, cruel efficiency. As rough as her previous captors had been with her, she realized that they had still taken care not to really hurt or injure her. She didn’t know these men at all, and she was afraid of what they might do. She tried to keep them from blindfolding her, but that only provoked another, harder, stinging slap to her backside. She yelped, whimpered, and finally submitted. Not long ago, she had been looking forward to being strapped to the horse again. Now, she was terribly afraid.

  “Settle down, little darlin’,” one of her new captors told her as he stroked her back. She could feel him readying himself behind her, moving closer to her, and she fought to keep from panic. Then a hand went between her legs, and she squealed. She was starting to lose it, she knew, and if she did, it would only hurt more.

  She sensed the other man moving around in front of her. His hand ruffled her hair, patted her cheek, not gently, and then he started to push his thumb into her mouth. She resisted for only a moment. It would be pointless, after all. She opened her mouth for him, but did nothing more than that.

  “You can do better than that.” She heard him mutter, and she flinched in anticipation of a blow. She began sucking on his thumb, gently. The hand between her legs was still probing her. She writhed uncomfortably, made a small noise of complaint.

  “Good girl,” the man in front of her said, withdrawing his thumb. “Now, open wide.”

  She obeyed…what else could she do? She felt the tip of his cock touch her parted lips, and she licked at it. He pushed the head of it into her mouth, and stopped there, so she licked that, too. It was all mechanical. He smelled different, he tasted different, even if the sounds he made when she licked him were pretty much the same. But…she knew very well now what would give pleasure, even if she was not receiving any herself. The other man was sliding his fingers in and out of her, trying to get her wet. It was almost starting to work, and she hated the feeling. She was angry. She didn’t want to feel any pleasure. She just wanted them to use her and get it over with…for now, at least. She was sure they would fuck her again and again out in the woods.

  And then, the man in her mouth took her by her ears and began to shove his cock deeper into her…almost down her throat…

  She awoke some time later, still chained to the sawhorse. Her hands felt cold and a little numb, her legs felt cramped, so she flexed her fingers and shifted her feet to try to relieve them. She remembered losing it right after the man fucking her mouth had grabbed her ears. Once that had been done, she hadn’t been able to hold back anything. One minute, she’d been a compliant, if grudging, sex toy, and the next…well, the next she’d been a hungry female animal in heat. With one man taking her from behind while the other fucked her mouth, all she could think of was to have them go deeper…deeper…and harder!

  She guessed that they had. She could taste semen in her mouth, feel it on her chin and legs again. She wanted a drink of cool water, wanted to lie down somewhere for a little while, but she was still chained to the sawhorse. She couldn’t hear anything. Had they left her alone in here? Or were they standing close, silently watching her? She laid her head down on the sawhorse and sighed deeply. Either way, what did it matter?

  He saw her move and heard her sigh. She was awake, all right. He would never have gone off and left her chained to the Horse, and he’d have a word or two with Evan and Rob about that later. He moved a little closer to her, careful not to make any noise. She did look appealing like that, helpless and available for anything and everything. He reached out and gently laid his hand on her back. She jerked and gasped, trying to turn her head to see who it was, even with the blindfold on.

  “Easy, elf-girl,” he chuckled. “It’s just you and me right now.”

  She made a sound somewhere between a groan and a sob, and laid her head back down. He ran his hand slowly up and down her back as he moved around behind her. She looked as if she’d been used hard. His hand reached the back of her neck, gave it a light squeeze. She shuddered weakly.

  Why was he here? Wasn’t he having enough fun with that dark-haired bitch? Or maybe he wanted one last fuck with her before her new captors took her out into the woods? Well, if he did, what could she do about it? She felt his hands on her shoulders now, felt him pressing against her from behind, the coarse material of his jeans rasping against the backs of her thighs. She shivered in spite of herself. Then his hands moved to her ears…

  Yes, indeed, elf-girl’s ears were very sensitive! He handled them gently, enjoying the sounds and movements he could wring from her just by doing this. After a little while, though, she was barely moving at all, and the only sounds she was making were a series of panting, breathy moans. He’d only intended to get her all steamed up before introducing her to her next lesson, but now it was like that day on the trail: He wanted her, desperately. Unlike that day on the trail, now she wanted to be taken as badly as he wanted to take her. He could see it, he could hear it, he could smell it. Hell, he could even feel it, how her body was quivering, trembling.

  He hesitated. It wasn’t part of the program for tonight…but they could wait. He could not wait, and neither could she. He reached over for the half-empty tube of lubricant.

  Behind the blindfold, Kimberley could still see a pinkish, reddish haze. Her whole body was tingling. Every feeling was magnified to an almost excruciating level, from the hands softly stroking her ears to the cords biting into her wrists. When he stopped playing with her ears, a tiny alarm went off inside her: It’s coming! It’s coming! What “It” was, she didn’t know. She didn’t care, either. In hungry anticipation, she arched her back as best she could, straining at her bonds, moving her hands up, away from her vulnerable rear, even opening her mouth wide, wide, in case that was what he wanted. A long, low moan escaped
her.

  He gave her upturned, wriggling rump a hard slap on one plump cheek, then one on the other. Her body jerked with each blow, and with each blow she yelped, loud and high-pitched. His hands left angry red marks on her flesh, but she continued to wriggle and moan, too far gone now not to. His cock was well-lubricated now. It felt uncommonly hard and stiff and big, almost like when he’d been a teenager, horny all the time as it had seemed then. And right here in front of him was a slender, struggling female filled with as much sheer lust as he was, waiting for him, waiting…

  He gripped her hips with his hands.

  Kimberley shrieked as he buried himself deep in her ass…deeper…deeper…the pinkish, reddish haze turned into flaming pinwheels. It hurt, a little, but she was having trouble now telling pain from pleasure. Everything was thrown together, merged into one roaring fire of sensation. Every thrust he made into her jerked her body against her bonds, against the sawhorse that held her, and fed the fire. She howled.

  Still deep inside of her, spent now, he felt too weak to stand up on his own. His body was draped over hers, pressing her down on to the Horse. He needed to catch his breath. Beneath him, her body quivered with aftershocks, her own breath coming in tiny grunts. At last he discovered that he could stand again. He pulled out of her, slowly. She was still so very tight! And set about freeing her. He untied her wrists first, and as her freed arms flopped bonelessly down to either side of her, she let out a deep sigh.