Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (40 page)

She had just reached her boots and was reaching down to grab them…no time now to try to retrieve anything else…when a heavy, soggy weight landed on her back, bringing her down on top of her blanket with Greg on top of her, holding her down. She struggled furiously to get out from under him, but he was just too heavy and too strong. Then he took her by her hair. His grip was powerful and unbreakable…and painful. Kimberley squealed as he got off of her and hauled her to her feet.

“So…” Greg went on in the same conversational tone he’d been using earlier. “Here we are. Do you kiss on the third date, Elf-Girl?” He held her at arms’ length and let his eyes roam over her nakedness again. Wincing from the pain of his grip on her hair, Kimberley couldn’t think of a witty reply. She didn’t know what to do with her hands either; try to cover herself, try to pry his hand out of her hair, try to claw him? Her hands fluttered uselessly.

“You really are a blonde,” Greg observed. He gave her head a tiny but rough shake. “Well that’s a little bit of a reward for all the trouble you’ve put me through. It wasn’t very nice of you to bail out on our second date. You didn’t even leave me your phone number.” Water dripped off of his clothes and onto her blanket, soaking it.

Kimberley whimpered. She was pretty sure that she was going to be made to do a whole lot more than kiss on this third date and the thought of that was beginning to arouse her. Her nipples had been erect before from the cold water, but that wasn’t what was keeping them that way now. Her skin was tingling again, but now it felt warm…warmer…alive to the least movement of the air. Greg had been right about her being in heat before. She was even more in heat now, even as she shivered at the look in his eyes. Whatever he was going to do next, she knew she would resist it for all of maybe half a second, and then she would willingly, eagerly, hungrily, desperately, submit to whatever he wanted.

“You’ve given a lot of people a lot of trouble, Elf-Girl,” Greg went on, “mostly, you’ve given me a lot of trouble. Are you worth it?”

All Kimberley could do was whimper again. She wanted him to throw her down on the blanket, even if it was sopping wet now, and fuck her, hard and fast and brutally, as dirty and grimy and, yes, as smelly as he was at the moment. And she couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t find any words at all now, witty or otherwise.

“Well,” Greg shrugged. “First things first.” He let himself fall into a sitting position on the blanket, pulling her down with him and then hauling her across his lap, face-down. He moved his right leg, trapping both of her legs under it. As she squirmed, he let go of her hair, grabbed her wrists with both hands, and pulled them behind her. Then he pinned her wrists together with his left hand. His right hand came down on Kimberley’s upturned ass with a resounding smack and Kimberley shrieked.

“You’ve earned this, Elf-Girl.” Greg grunted as he gave her another hard smack. She shrieked again, struggling vainly to get free. When she’d thought she would resist him for less than a second, this had not been one of the things she expected him to do. This hurt! All he did was clamp down harder on her trapped wrists and push them further away from her ravaged little bottom. He gave her another smack.

The spanking seemed to go on and on. The sky grew darker as the night arrived, and Greg continued with his punishment, breaking up the timing of his strokes and sometimes simply caressing Kimberley’s reddened, stinging, smarting flesh. Her rump felt so raw by then that even his lightest touch made her flinch and whimper. She could beg him to stop…but she clenched her jaws tight and concentrated on not yelping or shrieking or screaming any more. She still wanted him to fuck her…even more desperately than she had before…but now she knew she could resist him, would resist him, because of this terrible indignity he was subjecting her to. And the spanking went on, irregular, irresistible, pitiless.

Finally, Kimberley could stand no more. She inhaled deeply, opened her mouth, and let all of her anger and frustrated lust out in her loudest, longest scream yet. All that was left of her will to resist flew out with it and disappeared into the surrounding darkening woods, leaving her whimpering, crying and sobbing for mercy, mercy.

“There, now,” Greg said to her softly as his hand gently caressed the backs of her thighs. “That wasn’t so hard after all, was it? I told you, I’ve broken a few fillies, Elf-Girl.” Kimberley whimpered and sniffled. That seemed to be all the answer required of her. “Now,” Greg continued, “you just stay still for a minute.”

She felt him wrapping her crossed wrists with some kind of cord. It felt too thin to be rope, and he pulled it very tight…tight enough to hurt. She whimpered and sniffled some more, hoping the sounds would appease him.

“Good girl,” he said as he slid her off of him and onto the blanket. It was wet and clammy, but she made no complaint. He might start spanking her again if she did. He held her down with a hand in the small of her back as he shifted around. She didn’t try to see what he was doing. That might also provoke more spanking, and she didn’t think her sore little ass could take any more of that. It would be bad enough when he began to fuck her as it was.

Now she felt his knee on her back, pinning her down. She felt more cord being wrapped around her ankles…tightly. She was puzzled for a moment. He was going to fuck her, wasn’t he? Wouldn’t it be a bit difficult to do that with her legs tied together? Oh…wait…maybe he meant to make her suck him off instead. She remembered him and Anne in that barn and shivered deliciously. Okay, she could live with that…for now.

Then he made her bend her knees and she felt him tying her ankles to her wrists. What was he doing? Well, he was hogtying her, obviously, but then what could he do, or try to make her do?

“There we go,” Greg said with an air of satisfaction as he stood up and stepped away from her. Kimberley twisted over onto her side so she could look up at him. She didn’t ask anything, but she hoped that the look of confusion on her face would be all the question he needed.

“I’ll be right back,” he wagged a finger at her. “Don’t go wandering off.” With that, he turned away and sloshed his way back across the creek and on into the woods. Where was he going? Kimberley squirmed against her bonds, which only made the cords bite deeper. She opened her mouth to call him back, to beg him not to leave her alone like this, but she bit back the words and swallowed them.

He returned only a few minutes later, but they were terribly long minutes to Kimberley, who had been watching intently for him the whole time. He was carrying a backpack, and he shifted it to hold it over his head with both hands before he recrossed the creek. He came wading up onto the near bank and went right past Kimberley’s bound form, finally dumping the pack onto the ground, well away from the creek, next to a big old fallen tree. Kimberley rolled over onto her other side to keep an eye on him. She still did not know what he was planning to do. She saw him pull a sleeping bag out of the restraining straps that fastened it to his pack, unzip it, and spread it out on the ground. When he started walking towards her again, she expected him to pick her up and carry her over to the opened sleeping bag, but instead he sat down next to her and ruffled her still-wet hair.

“I’m gonna take a bath,” he told her as he began to pull his boots off. “You watch our stuff while I’m in the water, okay?”

She made no effort to conceal her interest as she watched him undress, and he pretty much ignored her anyway. His ass looked as good as she remembered. His legs and arms were well-muscled, without looking as if he spent hours in a gym keeping them that way. His belly was flat, but no six-pack, and his broad chest had just enough hair on it. His cock dangled heavily, jiggling with his movements. Kimberley imagined his body straining against hers, his cock, swollen and hard, invading her. Her vision blurred and her mind went cloudy for a moment. When her vision cleared, he was out in mid-stream, scrubbing away the trail grime with handfuls of sand as she had done only a little while ago. Had he learned that trick himself or was he just copying what he had seen her doing earlier? She kept watching. She couldn’t NOT watch. He acted as if he was completely ignoring her, but she thought that much of his bathing ritual was a performance for her benefit, aimed at arousing more than just her interest. It was working. She could feel the growing warmth in her belly, she could feel herself growing wet.

He finished his bath and came stalking slowly out of the creek towards her. Kimberley tried to keep her eyes focused on his face, but they kept straying towards his cock as if drawn there by some sort of magnetic attraction. The phrase “animal magnetism” flitted briefly into her thoughts, only to be roughly shoved back out again as an unwelcome and frivolous distraction. She was naked and bound. He was naked. They were out in the woods all by themselves. He could do just about anything he wanted to her, and she very, very much wanted to find out what it was that he wanted to do…as soon as she could…preferably by having him just go ahead and start doing it to her. She licked her lips and writhed in her bonds to get his attention.

That didn’t work. He picked up his discarded clothes, went back into the creek, and gave everything a quick soaking, rinsing and wringing-out. Then he carried it all over to the fallen tree and spread it out on the trunk to dry. He did the same with Kimberley’s clothes.

It was irritating, until Kimberley realized that he was trying to irritate her, playing his little game to prolong the suspense and keep her simmering until HE was ready. Okay, let him play his little games. She would wait him out…as if she could do anything else. Eventually he would run out of other things to do and he hadn’t gone to all the time and trouble to track her down and capture her not to screw her brains out once he’d succeeded. Finally, there was nothing left for him to pick up except Kimberley and her blanket. He squatted down and slid his arms under her, then, with a deep grunt, he straightened up, lifting her without too much apparent effort. He looked down into her eyes for a long moment. It wasn’t the most comfortable position she’d ever been in while being held in a man’s arms, but all Kimberley could do was look back into his eyes…they were so intense! Her heart was hammering away at her ribcage, as if it were trying to burst free. Her mouth felt suddenly dry.

He opened his mouth as if to say something…and then his mouth was mashed against hers, his tongue forcing its way between her lips. Kimberley yielded at once, closing her eyes. Her own tongue caressed his, and now and then found its way into his mouth. Her whole body, even her painfully sore bottom, was screaming “YES! YES!!”

He broke the kiss with an effort, leaving Kimberley gasping and waiting for him to do that again. Instead, he smiled down at her. “So you
do
kiss on the third date,” he chuckled. “You kiss pretty good, too.” She whined and tried and failed to press herself against him. He carried her over to the opened sleeping bag and gently laid her down on it.

‘Forget the stupid blanket!’ she thought as she watched him retrieve it and bring it over to spread out on that stupid tree trunk. He had her! She knew he wanted her! He had to know that she wanted him as well, right now! She was in his sleeping bag! She was helpless! She was ready!

He started to build a campfire, and she almost sobbed in frustration. As bad as the spanking had been, this was much, much worse, and she knew he was doing it on purpose. Was it to pay her back for teasing him and making him chase her all over the place? All right already! She got it! She was sorry! (Well, no, she wasn’t…not really, truly. She was much more frustrated than sorry.)

Still naked, he went back to the creek and partly filled a small, aluminum pot with water. He brought it back, made a crude tripod out of some sticks and hung the pot over the fire on it. Once he seemed satisfied that the tripod wasn’t going to collapse, he sat on his sleeping bag next to Kimberley and began gently stroking her body with one hand as he looked into her eyes again. She twisted around to present her breasts to his hand, and shivered as his fingers brushed against her nipples.

“Fuck me,” she whispered sweetly as she twisted closer, trying to press herself against him.

“Dinner comes first, little Elf-Girl,” he answered. “I’ve been hunting you down since early this morning and I haven’t had a chance to eat anything all day.” His hand cupped her breast and squeezed gently.

“I haven’t eaten anything all day either.” Kimberley smiled up at him slyly. It wasn’t entirely true, but she was so sick of hash by now that it was true enough.

“I’ll make enough for both of us.”

“But I’m hungry now,” Kimberley pouted. She inched closer to him, close enough to nuzzle his thigh. “Mmmmm…and I see something you could…put in my mouth…”

Greg pulled her head away from him by her hair, making her wince. “You are a mercurial little thing, aren’t you?” he observed. “Not too long ago, you were trying to get away from me.”

“Well, I can’t get away now, can I?” Kimberley purred. “And didn’t it get you all excited, catching me…holding me down…tying me up? Why, you could do anything at all to me, and I couldn’t stop you. Maybe that’s gotten me all excited too. Can’t you tell?”

To her surprise, he leaned over, putting his face close to her belly. He inhaled noisily through his nose and leaned back, smiling. “Yes, indeed. I can tell,” he nodded, smiling. It was an annoyingly smug smile, Kimberley thought. He was enjoying this far too much for her liking.

He kept dragging everything out, taking great care in preparing the meal…it was
just
freeze-dried stew, for crying out loud! You throw it in the water and stir it every so often. That was all it took. Yet he paid more attention to it than he did to her.

It was at least a little better when it came time to eat. He freed her from her hogtie, which had become quite painful by then, freed her ankles, freed her wrists and retied them with some kind of braided nylon rope which was softer and did not bite so deeply into her flesh. He also fashioned a noose out of some of the same rope and put it around her neck, leaving six feet or so dangling as a leash. As he slipped it over her head, Kimberley found herself transported back to last year, when her captors had done the same thing to her. At that moment, some things suddenly became very clear. He hadn’t used her at all, in spite of her attempts to get him to do so, and that was very frustrating. But now she recalled all of the hard-learned lessons of last summer. She was a captive. He would use her when he was ready, and she would just have to wait and endure that waiting until that time came.