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  He removed the blindfold last. Her eyes looked sleepy, far-away, and she smiled faintly as she saw him, a peculiar little satisfied and knowing smile.

  “Come on, elf-girl,” he said to her. “Get up.”

  She moved slowly. Her arms and legs seemed stiff. He let her take the time to stretch and flex, enjoying the little show she put on. Finally, she wiped her chin off carefully and turned to face him, still wearing that odd little smile. “I’m ready,” she murmured.

  And then, with a swiftness that belied the stiffness she’d shown earlier, she darted forward, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his cheek, just once, as quick and light as the beat of a moth’s wing. Then she stepped back, blushing furiously, and looked down and away from him. She stood nervously, as if awaiting punishment for what she’d done. He really ought to do something, he thought, but the others had been kept waiting too long already. He settled for taking the end of the chain that dangled from her slim neck and giving it a hard yank that made her stumble towards him. “This way,” he growled.

  Kimberley followed along after him. She didn’t quite know what had made her dare to kiss him like that, and she had expected some swift and terrible punishment to follow her act. But he had done nothing, and even if he’d almost immediately put on an angry look, she had seen his first quick expression of surprise and…pleasure? Whatever happened next, she thought, it had been worth it.

  He led her back to the cellar shower, trying to ignore the amused expressions on Kurt’s and Lloyd’s faces. He glowered at Evan and Rob, though, until they had to look away. Behind him, he heard elf-girl’s tiny gasp of surprise.

  She’d known they were going to the shower room. She had a pretty good idea of how things were laid out down here by now. She’d been expecting another thorough washing, and was looking forward to it…but the dark-haired bitch was there, chained up in a standing spread-eagle as she had been. She looked terribly tired and worn-out now. Her head hung as low as the chains would allow, and her long dark hair was a tangled mess. The sight of it made Kimberley think of Barbara again, but only for a moment. What was up now? There wasn’t room to fit two women there.

  One of the strangers turned on the water, and a fine spray cascaded down onto the other woman’s naked body. She tossed her head weakly at the touch. Then the bullet-headed one thrust a big, soft sponge into Kimberley’s hand. “Clean up,” he ordered. “And clean her up too,” he went on, jerking a thumb at the other woman. He handed her a bar of soap.

  Okay…this was really unexpected. Kimberley risked a quick glance at the men. They were evidently going to watch. She looked at the dark-haired bitch…she’d have to think of something else to call her…at the lush curves and ripe swellings and unfairly long legs, and wondered where and how to begin. Then Alpha slapped her rump…hard. She jumped, yelped.

  “Get a move on, elf-girl,” he growled.

  Kimberley walked towards…not-Barbara…that would do for a name for now…slowly, still unsure how to begin. She held the sponge up into the spray, wetting it, and then began working the soap into it. Not-Barbara looked up, into her eyes, and Kimberley could see the surprise and confusion on her face. Somehow, that made her feel better. She might be a captive, helpless and bewildered, but this other woman was even more helpless and bewildered than she was. She was also chained up. Smiling, Kimberley stepped closer and began using the sponge to wash not-Barbara’s belly.

  After a few minutes, she became bolder. The sponge could fit over her hand like a mitt, and she began exploring more intimate areas of not-Barbara’s body. She ran the soapy sponge over not-Barbara’s breasts, feeling the soft flesh yield. She ran it up and down not-Barbara’s thighs, slowly, caressingly. Not-Barbara shivered and made a small noise. Protest? Pleasure? Kimberley didn’t care. She had the power, here and now, and she was enjoying it. It was interesting, being on this side of an after-games cleanup. Warm water coursed onto her face. She tossed her head, spluttering. She needed some washing too, but her own shower could wait. She moved around behind not-Barbara. From here she could risk occasional quick looks at the men. They seemed fascinated.

  Kimberley thought of the other little show she had put on for her captors…how long ago? Well, she was putting on another little show, but this time the consequences would not be so dire, she was sure. There were a couple of red welts on not-Barbara’s luscious ass, and Kimberley applied the sponge to them with a tiny spark of anger, enough for not-Barbara to whimper. Kimberley scrubbed a little harder. If not-Barbara was going to take her place here, sleep in her bed, eat her food and get used by her captors while Kimberley was sent back into the great outdoors, well, then, she was going to get no sympathy from Kimberley. She worked more soap into the sponge and ran it between not-Barbara’s long legs, scrubbing vigorously. Well, it was a soft sponge after all, and Kimberley rather liked the sounds not-Barbara began to make.

  Chapter Twelve

  Day Twelve

  It was dark, and very quiet. Kimberley had no idea why she’d happened to wake up just now. She had even less idea why it was so hard to get back to sleep. Next to her, in the narrow bed, not-Barbara stirred once and was still. They were both naked, and some residual modesty kept them back-to-back, even though it wasn’t the most comfortable position for them. Worse yet, not-Barbara had a habit of hogging the covers. Kimberley would have cheerfully dumped her out onto the floor, but not-Barbara was a bit bigger and stronger than she was.

  Sighing, Kimberley rolled onto her back and looked up towards where the skylight was. There was a very faint light coming through it, so faint that she could only detect it out of the corner of her eye. It disappeared completely if she looked directly at it. Beside her, not-Barbara stirred again and moaned softly in her sleep. What was she dreaming about? Kimberley sighed again. This whole adventure felt much like that skylight. Things could be glimpsed, almost understood, out of the corner of her mind’s eye, but every time she tried to confront them directly, understand them more clearly, they disappeared. It was frustrating. Why had she done all those things to not-Barbara while she was chained up and helpless in the shower room? At one point the sponge had become too much of an impediment, and she had tossed it away, using just her hands and her nimble fingers to wash not-Barbara, tease her, arouse her. Her fingers still remembered how soft and warm not-Barbara’s breasts were. Her lips recalled the rubbery feel of not-Barbara’s nipples as she kissed, licked and sucked them to erection. In the dark, she could feel herself blushing furiously at the memory. Why had she done that? Oh, sure, part of it was because she was so angry at the thought of not-Barbara usurping her place here…but only a part of it.

  What was the other part? Some of it had been pleasurable. Some of the pleasure had come from the feeling of power she had had at the time: Do this, and she could make not-Barbara move this way. Do that, and she could make not-Barbara make a certain noise. Do something else…she felt herself blushing again. And all the time, the men had been watching, and she had been enjoying the attention, feeding off of it.

  He could not get back to sleep. He knew why: Elf-girl. That quick little peck on the cheek she’d given him had broken the rules…and he had done nothing about it. Why? The immediate reason had been to get her to the shower room before Rosalie got too tired to stand and had to be let down. But still…afterwards there had been plenty of time to discipline her, and he had still done nothing. Nobody else had seen it, he told himself. It wasn’t that important. He could just let it go.

  But…he had never let it go before. Was he getting too old and soft, or had elf-girl gotten to him more than he’d admitted to himself? He shook his head, frowning. Maybe he was getting too old for this after all. But every time he closed his eyes, he could see elf-girl, dancing naked in the rain, a small, slim figure, lovely and graceful.

  Sleep would not come. He threw back the covers and padded out of his small bedroom, wearing only his boxers. He picked up a pair of handcuffs on the way. It was nearing sunrise now. Everybody was sound as
leep…except for him. He made his way slowly through the darkness to elf-girl’s door and unlocked it as quietly as he could. It was only then that it occurred to him that there were two women in the room, and in the bed. In this very dark darkness, how could he tell elf-girl from Rosalie? Well, a fairly thorough groping would tell him, but it would also awaken whichever woman he was doing it to, which gave him a fifty-fifty chance of waking the wrong one. Too late now to go get a flashlight, though.

  Kimberley was starting to doze off again when she heard the bolt of the lock on her door being drawn back. She was sure who it was, and the certainty sent a thrill quivering through her. In the darkness, she sensed more than saw his approach. Then she felt the covers being drawn back, and a hand touched her breast, fondled it briefly.

  “I’m awake, master,” she whispered into the dark. She reached up to take his hand in both of hers, and lift it up to her lips to kiss it softly.

  “Keep quiet,” she heard him whisper in reply, and his other hand gripped her hair tightly. She let out one tiny, painful squeak, and allowed him to lead her out of her room. He locked the door again before leading her outside. He picked up one more little item hanging from a peg near the door on the way.

  It was Kimberley’s first look at the outside of the place, but it was still very dark, and she could not see much. They stood on a wide, covered porch, and she looked around to see what she could as Alpha took the time to handcuff her. There was no Moon visible, only stars, but off in the distance, she could see a faint but growing brightening of the sky. It must be very close to dawn. She could just make out the shores of a lake, probably the very same lake she’d been trying to reach when they had caught her. She felt him check her handcuffs, ratchet one cuff a little tighter, and then he turned her to face him and gripped the end of the chain that was still locked around her neck. “Keep quiet,” he told her again.

  Kimberley obeyed, but she did shiver a little, and not all because of the faint chill in the early morning air. It was just him and her now, outside and away from the others. She had no real idea what he was going to do, but he was going to do it to her, and the thought made her heart beat a little faster. She was willing and eager to surrender to him, to whatever he wanted. She felt, all at once, very, very female, in the hands of a big and powerful male. It felt dangerous, primitive, and extremely arousing.

  He led her down the wide plank steps. At the bottom of the steps was a walkway of some kind of flagstones. They felt very chilly to her bare feet, but it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as the forest trails they had led her along before. The walkway went all the way down to the lake, to a sandy beach. He led her out onto the sand before stopping and turning to face her. He held something up to her face.

  “Do you know what this is?” He asked her.

  Kimberley peered at it for a long moment before she realized what it was: A riding crop.

  “Yes, master,” she answered in a small voice, lowering her head.

  “Do you know why I’m going to use it?”

  She had to think…she had done something wrong again, but what was it? So much had happened yesterday. And…why had he waited until now to do this? And why was it just the two of them now, and not the whole bunch of them, like they’d done before? Why did this seem to be some private thing?

  Then she realized…it was a private thing because only he knew about her transgression this time. She had kissed him. She shouldn’t have done that, but the impulse had been so strong at the time that she couldn’t resist. When he had first come to her room, she’d thought he wanted her to himself for a little while. Well, maybe he did…no, she was sure that there was no “maybe” about it. He did want her to himself for a while. Having to punish her…well, that was his excuse for getting that while. Inwardly, she smiled. Her round little ass might sting after this, but at least now she was pretty sure she had at least one thing figured out.

  “You do know.” It was a statement, not a question.

  “Yes, master.” Kimberley nodded, trying to put a hint of a sob into her voice.

  “Kneel.”

  She let out a heavy sigh as she obeyed, but she was already salivating, knowing what he was going to want. Her rump was already tingling in anticipation of the attention it was going to get very soon.

  He stood in front of her and shucked off the boxer shorts he was wearing, stepped out of them, kicked them aside. This was the first time Kimberley had really seen him fully naked…and it was still too dark for her to see much. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms, and powerful-looking legs. He looked to be built more for strength and endurance than speed, but she knew just how quickly he could move. She had never had a chance to draw her knife that day…but she had tried. Now, she thought that even if she had been able to get it out, it wouldn’t have made any difference. He would have taken it away from her all the same. He didn’t even need to handcuff her. He was so much bigger than she was, and so much stronger, he could compel her to do whatever he wanted. The thought was exciting, in a dark, primitive way.

  He stepped closer to her. It was just light enough now to see how big his cock was. She knew what he wanted her to do, so she opened her mouth wide for him, trying to look reluctant. Inching forward a bit on her knees, she took him into her mouth. She began to lick and suck, savoring him.

  Then he put his hand on the back of her head and began pulling her closer. She had been expecting this. She made a muffled sound of protest, thinking that that was what he wanted, and began pulling back against his hand when his cock was so deeply into her mouth that she didn’t think she could stand it.

  And then he brought the riding crop down across her rump. It made a sound like a small-caliber gunshot…and it hurt! It stung! Kimberley yelped around his cock, trying harder to pull away now. It was useless. She could no more move against his strength than she could pick up a car. He relented just enough for her to gulp in some badly-needed air, and then he brought the riding crop down again, even harder, and pulled her close.

  She closed her eyes, grunting and moaning and gasping (whenever he let her get a breath) and trying, unsuccessfully, not to yelp or scream each time the crop struck her. He was going down her throat, cutting off her air. It settled into a rhythm: Thwack, yelp, moan, gasp, pull, thwack, yelp, moan, gasp, pull… She was trying to please him! She was TRYING! What would it take to make him stop?

  And then she remembered…this was a punishment. He would not stop until he was done. Pleasing him, or not pleasing him, would make no difference. Every time the riding crop came slashing down, she could see white flashes behind her eyelids. She was sobbing, not resisting at all any more, not acting.

  He stopped using the riding crop on her, and while he kept his hand on the back of her head, he was no longer forcing her movements. Still sobbing, she kept to the cadence he had established. Then she seemed to realize he had stopped. She never looked up at him for confirmation that her ordeal was over. Instead, she gave one more tiny sob and began sucking him with something like desperation, taking him in deeply, quickly, hungrily, and then slowly, slowly, pulling back, her lips tight around his cock, her tongue flicking at him, caressing him. He looked up at the brightening sky over the hills to eastward, hearing the pained, wet sounds she was making, feeling the heat and warmth and wetness of her mouth on him. Damn, it felt GOOD! He used his hand, still on her head, to urge her to go a bit faster…a bit faster…

  He held her head close, forcing it down on his cock as he came. He heard her squeak each time he spurted into her mouth. He still did not look down.

  When he finally let her go, she fell over sideways onto the sand, gasping and choking and sputtering. When she had gotten some breath back, she looked up at him. He was looking off into the distance, not down at her. She wondered what he could possibly be looking at, and why, but she did not turn her head to see. He stayed like that for a long while, long enough for it to become light enough for her to see that he was standing there with his eyes closed. She thought about
making some noise to bring him back from wherever he was. In the end, she just waited.

  Finally, he opened his eyes, looked down at her, and seemed to smile.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, bending down to take the end of her neck chain in his hand.

  She followed him as he waded into the still waters of the lake. The water was cold! She yelped at the first icy touch of it. For all the reaction he showed, it could have been a warm bath to him. She gritted her teeth and kept following.

  Washed, dried and back inside, Kimberley was still shivering furiously as he locked the door behind her. There was just enough illumination coming through the skylight now for her to see her way to the bed. She crawled in next to not-Barbara, and cuddled her close, spoon-fashion, thankful for her warmth and for the covers. Not-Barbara stirred as Kimberley held her, muttered something in her sleep, but did not pull or push away. Still shivering, Kimberley drifted back to sleep.

  She woke up to find that some time during the night she and not-Barbara had somehow switched positions. They were still spooned, but now not-Barbara’s arm was draped over her waist, not-Barbara’s leg was thrown over hers, and not-Barbara’s full, soft breasts were pressed against her back. Kimberley could feel warm breath caressing the nape of her neck.

  This was…awkward. What, exactly, did one do in such a situation? She supposed she could get out of the bed, but then what? Sit in the chair? She was perfectly comfortable in the bed. Why should she move? Why shouldn’t not-Barbara move? Except that…she was still a bit bigger and stronger than Kimberley was. She might also be holding some sort of grudge about last night. There was also that other thing…were she and this other woman going to swap captors after all? Up until very early this morning, Kimberley had been certain that that was what was going to happen. Now, she wasn’t so sure. She would have to wait to find out. She closed her eyes again.