Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (16 page)

Elf-girl seemed to learn quickly and well. He felt massive, hard as a rock in her talented mouth and if it had been just him here, he would have let her go on at her own speed indefinitely. Instead, he began to urge her to move more quickly. His fingers dug into her hair again.

“Mmmmfff…Mmmmfff…Mmmmfff….” Her tiny grunts came faster and faster as he made her go faster and faster. He gritted his teeth to keep from moaning himself. But when he finally came, he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He let out one long groan of sheer pleasure as he first spurted into her mouth, down her throat, holding her head still for him. She grunted through he nose with each hot, salty spurt, her body twitching with each grunt, but did not try to draw away. He held her close until he was well and truly done, and then released her and stepped away. Still kneeling, she sagged, head down, breathing heavily, a picture of submission. He saw a thin trail of his semen slowly drip from the corner of her mouth. Kurt and Lloyd were still sitting, but at the edges of their seats now. They looked at him expectantly. He nodded to Lloyd, who grinned and rose. He held out his hand for the belt, but accepted Ron’s negative head shake with a shrug and went over to elf-girl. He gripped her by her hair, and yanked her head upright as he began unfastening his pants. Eyes half-glazed, she looked up at him and opened her mouth with a sigh. Ron settled down in the chair Lloyd had vacated to watch her performance from the sidelines.

Kimberley did her best, trying hard to pick up any nonverbal cues at all. Alpha had taken a lot out of her (besides putting a lot into her, a corner of her mind snickered wickedly) and she was grateful that Wiry (her name for her current attacker) was perfectly happy to have her start with a lot of licking. She gradually got all of her breath back and cleared her head a bit.

Elf-girl, after a slow start, seemed to work up some enthusiasm for her job. He noticed how she kept her eyes closed most of the time, working almost entirely by feeling her way with her mouth and tongue. Lloyd held her head in both hands, guiding her.

From where he sat, Ron had a nice profile view of her. Her perfect little teats bobbled slightly with her movements, her nipples darkened and swollen. She was very noisy about the whole process: Grunts, moans and delicate slurping noises. Lloyd really liked them to be noisy. Well, Hell…so did he. Nothing worse than a woman who gave you no feedback at all.

Lloyd kept urging her to go faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Elf-girl made no attempt to pull away or slow things down. She seemed intent only on giving Lloyd whatever he wanted, however he wanted it. When Lloyd came, he yanked her head close, burying her nose in his thick mat of curly hair. Her eyes flew open wide, and she squirmed a little, but held still for him as he emptied himself down her throat. From his seat, Ron could see her throat muscles working as she swallowed. She could not swallow quite fast enough, though, and thick semen dribbled out around the corners of her mouth. Lloyd held her like that until he was completely spent, and then pulled her head back and tilted it up to look at him. Elf-girl’s face was almost blank, as if she were half-stunned or in shock. She inhaled deeply, mouth sagging open. Lloyd ruffled her hair once, let her head go and walked away, zipping up his pants. Elf-girl bent over, coughed once, twice, and went on trying to get her breath back. She drooled and dribbled a little, and Ron noted that they would have to take up that rug for cleaning later. Maybe they should have laid down a sheet or something beforehand, but taking the time to do that would have broken the mood, he told himself.

Lloyd walked over to where Kurt sat and high-fived him as Kurt rose for his turn. As Kurt came over to elf-girl, Lloyd settled into his vacated seat for the next show.

Kurt took a fistful of elf-girl’s hair, pulled her head up and back, and looked down at her face. She looked up at him almost blankly, mouth open and breathing hard. Kurt chuckled and let go of her hair, then went around behind her. Elf-girl’s head dropped. She didn’t look around to see what he was doing, and she gave a squeak of surprise when Kurt forced her head down onto the floor. He gave her upturned rear a friendly swat and knelt close behind her, one hand gripping the links of her handcuffs as the other fumbled with his belt. Elf-girl turned her head towards Ron, partly to get her nose out of the rug. She looked a little worried now, and her eyes seemed to plead with him. He realized it was probably because she wasn’t sure just which hole Kurt was planning on using. She grimaced when she felt Kurt’s big hands between her legs. She squealed when he rammed himself into her, and her initial look of relief at his choice faded away as he began slamming himself into her quick and hard, his torso smacking into her so hard it almost sounded as if she were being spanked.

She made no effort to pull away or straighten up. She just stayed doubled over on the rug for Kurt, but her eyes closed. Her mouth opened wide, lips drawn back to show her teeth, and she grunted deeply with each impact. Her rear quivered each time Kurt drove home. Her teats quivered too, lagging behind a little. Kurt’s mouth was drawn back in a predatory grin, and he grunted himself, a deeper, bass noise compared to the noises elf-girl was making.

When Kurt was done with her, he gave her rump another friendly swat and stood up, still grinning, stuffing himself back into his pants. Elf-girl stayed as he had left her, looking very small now. Ron just waited. After a few moments, she opened her eyes to look at him again. Well, more-or-less at him. Her eyes seemed to be having trouble focusing, and she was panting as if she’d just finished a long sprint.

He took his time getting up, took his time walking over to her. Her eyes followed him until he was too close for her to do that without turning her head, and then she looked back at the floor. He stood in front of her, looking down, noting how her pose accentuated the curve of her hips. Her hands moved feebly, still locked in the handcuffs.

“Okay,” he spoke to her at last. “
Now
we’ll take your pictures again.”

Chapter Eleven

Well, she’d had a chance to compare them all now, and Kimberley was convinced that being fucked in a bed was much, much better than being fucked on grass, on a floor, or on a plain mattress. She snuggled a little deeper into the bed and smiled to herself. She thought she knew now what she’d done wrong yesterday. She’d realized only a part of what was going on, and had thought she knew it all. It wasn’t just about screwing. She had truly enjoyed putting on her little act for them when Alpha was feeding her. It had turned them all on, herself included. She had been signaling to them that she was ready and eager for sex, whatever kind they might want. When she did that she had crossed a line.

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.