Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (7 page)

Then he was done, with a sudden series of spasms accompanied by deep, animal grunts. He buried his bald head into her neck, his breath hot on her bare skin as he emptied himself into her. She was barely awake when he pushed himself up off of her, then stood up. He nudged her in the ribs with a booted foot to get her attention. She looked up at him blankly.

“You’re gonna hafta do better’n that.” He said to her. “But it’s early. You’ll learn.”

Kimberley groaned, the tears coming again. She desperately wanted this to be over. What had she been thinking ever to try this? She watched as the bald man ambled back to the campfire. She felt cold, uncomfortable and desperately alone. Soon the third man would be coming over to use her too. She tried to squeeze her eyes shut tight enough to hold in the tears.

It had all started with her chance meeting with Barbara Kingman. After a long Winter of cataloguing and summarizing findings from the last dig, Kimberley had been looking for a good health club where she could get back into shape for the next round of digging and sorting. Her social life at the time was almost nonexistent, so when Barbara, the manager at the club she’d decided on, invited her to come along with some of the girls from the club for drinks, Kimberley accepted gladly.

Barbara was tall, blonde, and striking, with a self-confidence Kimberley envied mildly. She was also, Kimberley guessed, five or six years older than herself. Over the next few months, Kimberley developed a few friendships with the other club members, but found herself spending more and more time with Barbara. They both laughed at the same things, both got teary-eyed over the same sad movies, and they shared an interest in archaeology. They double-dated a few times, Barbara introducing Kimberley around, and twice supplying Kimberley with her dates for the evening. She did a commendable job of finding interesting men to spend an evening with. The only problem was, they weren’t quite interesting enough to spend more than an evening with.

They were in Barbara’s apartment after seeing a romantic comedy when Barbara brought this up.

“I just wonder what I’m doing wrong, Kim.” She said, shaking her head. “I usually pick better than that.”

“What do you mean?” Kimberley asked. “I’ve liked them all okay. They’re all nice guys.”

“Uh-huh.” Barbara grinned. “You know there are two kinds of ‘nice guy’, don’t you?”

“Two kinds?”

“Yep. The first is the kind of man a woman says she wants, and the second is the kind of man she’s just not that interested in.”

Kimberley laughed. “How can you tell them apart?”

“Easy.” Barbara replied. “The first kind is entirely imaginary.”

Kimberley frowned now. “What do you mean?”

“Look.” Barbara took a sip of her drink, lounging back on her small couch. “A nice guy might be okay for marriage, kids and regular mortgage payments, but just how exciting is he? Aren’t we more attracted physically to the bad boy, the outlaw? Isn’t he more exciting?”

Kimberley smiled. “I see what you mean.”

“But…” Barbara went on, “After the sex, you don’t really want him hanging around. He may make you scream in bed, but out of it he borrows money, your car, he disappears for days, hits on your friends and always leaves the toilet seat up.”

Both women laughed. “Pretty accurate.” Kimberley nodded. “So what’s to be done?”

“As it just so happens…” Barbara began with a wicked grin….

And now, Kimberley thought bitterly, here I am. Barbara had put her in touch with…well, she supposed it could be called an escort service. Over several months she’d had an opportunity to explore and experiment in ways she’d never quite dared to try before. She discovered that with the right type of guy she liked her sex a bit rough and strenuous. Then one of her “dates”, after getting her thoroughly excited, had flipped her face-down on the motel bed, handcuffed her, and proceeded to fuck her roughly from behind. It was as if some previously unsuspected switch had been thrown somewhere deep inside her. Afterwards she’d begged him to stay the night. He had, keeping her handcuffed and using her roughly…all in all three more times. She found herself wishing there had been two men there, because in spite of her astonishingly overpowering orgasms, she found her appetite whetted rather than sated. She’d wanted MORE…and now here she was, tired, sore, and painfully uncomfortable. She’d had enough. She wanted a hot bath, a hot meal and a warm, soft bed. She wanted OUT!

And then she felt the third man’s hands playing with her breasts. She opened her eyes to look up at him. It was very late now. The campfire had dwindled to embers, and all she could see of him was a dark bulk blotting out some of the starlit sky. She could hear his heavy breathing over the noise of the night insects, and then he was on her, and then he was in her. She moaned weakly as he began with short, sharp thrusts that slammed into her, pounding her into the ground.

Chapter Five

Day Six

He awoke, immediately fully aware and alert. Sleeping outdoors always affected him that way, while sometimes at home in bed it was difficult to get moving at all. He flipped back the top of his sleeping bag and stood, stretching. Lloyd had had the third watch, and already had coffee brewing on the campfire. He was just walking back from their captive where she lay spreadeagled on the ground just as they’d left her. Lloyd gave him a nod and a thumbs-up sign, meaning she was okay. You had to keep and eye on them, especially when they were that helpless. Sometimes they’d vomit, and with a gag stuffing their mouths that could be dangerous. On one occasion, some years back, they’d had to chase off an inquisitive bear. Consequently, somebody always had to be awake and watching, just in case. Of course, there were little perks to the job. He’d spent some very pleasant time stroking, fondling and pinching that slender female body before using her again. She’d been completely worn out and exhausted by then, her responses limited to sleepy noises of complaint, weak twitches and spasms. While she’d been watched over carefully during the night, they’d made sure she’d gotten very little sleep…or rest. She should be a little more pliable by now.

Kurt was still rolled up in his sleeping bag, and he gave him a nudge with his foot. There was no response, so he nudged again and this time Kurt grunted grumpily. He just wasn’t a morning person.

“Time to get to work.” He told Kurt. “Lots to do today.”

Kurt grunted again, but slowly sat up, yawning. “How’s the girl?” he asked, rubbing his bald scalp with one hand.

“Ready for more.” He chuckled.

“Whether she wants it or not, eh?” Kurt grinned.

Ron looked over to where elf-girl was staked out. Now that she wasn’t struggling, or even awake, she looked awkward all splayed out like that. “The first days are always hard.” He replied. “What do we have for breakfast?”

It was the smell of coffee that woke her. She wondered sleepily who was making it, and why was she sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. When she tried to move the cords bit into her wrists and ankles and realization hit her like a bucket of cold water. For a moment she yanked at her bonds in sheer panic. Then, with an effort, she relaxed as best she could and raised her head- also as best she could- to look around. There’d been a bad moment when she’d feared that they’d just gone off and left her here, but she could see them sitting around the campfire and the sight gave her an equally brief moment of relief before she realized that they were not done abusing her. Were they going to leave her like this all day? She felt exhausted, her arms and legs had odd twinges and cramps, and she was sore between her legs as she’d never been before. She was also thirsty. The gag was a sodden lump in her mouth. As a faint smell of cooking drifted past her nose she realized she was ravenously hungry as well.

She tugged experimentally at her bonds one last time, knowing it was hopeless but hating the thought of just lying there waiting. She settled for flexing her hands and feet, trying to improve the circulation in them. They looked dark and felt cold, and her exercise of them brought that familiar pins-and-needles sensation. She concentrated on that. It kept her from thinking too much about anything else.

“She’s awake.” Kurt nudged Ron and nodded towards elf-girl. Looking up, Ron could see fingers and toes wriggling and smiled. He wolfed down the last of his breakfast, a dry biscuit, and stood. “Start breaking camp.” He said. “Lots of ground to cover today.” He brushed off his hands and started over towards their captive.

Kimberley stiffened as she saw the big black leader of the group coming towards her. Was he going to use her again? Now? She met his eyes. He was smiling faintly. He squatted down beside her and began loosening her gag. It wasn’t until it was out that she realized how uncomfortable her jaws felt. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a dry croak.

“Thirsty?” he asked her. He held up a small canteen, and she nodded warily, not sure if he’d actually give her water. But he unscrewed the cap and held the canteen to her mouth, letting a slow trickle flow over her lips. She tried to raise her head to get more, but he moved the canteen so she still only got a little. His other hand was playing with her breasts, but she was so focused on that water that she barely noticed. She swallowed one hard-won mouthful, then another. He let her have a little more before removing the canteen and capping it.

She looked up at him, licked her still-dry lips. “Please…” she said huskily. “Please, just let me go. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Let you go?” he raised his eyebrows in a parody of surprise. “Like this? How would you get back to the lodge? No, elf-girl, you’re gonna have to stay with us for a while.”

“You…” Kimberley swallowed “You could call them to come pick me up.” Her face took on a sly, confidential expression. “I’ll do anything you want until they get here.”

He smiled. “You’re gonna do that anyway.” He ran a finger slowly around her lips and she tried to pull away, anger starting to kindle in her eyes. He was glad to see she wasn’t broken yet, although it would have been interesting to see just how far she’d go if they’d pretended to agree to her request. He really wanted to feel those lips around his cock, and the thought was getting him aroused, but there was too much to do right now. He stood up and walked back to the campsite. Behind him, Kimberley bit back the words she wanted to scream at them. It would be pointless, after all, and she’d need her strength.

She could see them breaking camp, and wondered what they had in mind for her. The few possibilities she could think of were all equally unpleasant.

They finally came over to her, backpacks slung, and she realized for the first time that the squat bald one carried a scope-sighted rifle. She didn’t have much time to think about that, though, because they started cutting her wrists free, then sat her up and began tying her hands behind her.

“You don’t have to do that.” She objected, but they ignored her. Once they had her secured, they cut the ropes binding her legs and lifted her roughly to her feet. Her ankles felt weak, watery, and she would have fallen if they hadn’t held her up. Then, to her horror, the leader began tying a rope around her neck He made sure it wouldn’t choke her, and the length of it hanging free made it clear to her what it was: A leash.

“No.” she gritted, struggling. “Dammit, NO!”

“Shut up.” The leader said mildly, cuffing her with one big hand. “You talk, we gag you again. Got it?”

Kimberley glared up at him, but nodded and then had to look away.

“Good.” He said. “Let’s go.” He gave the leash a quick tug.

It was pure Hell. For a while one or the other of her captors walked alongside her, holding her up by an arm because her ankles were still uncertain, but her bare feet felt every tiny hard thing there was to feel. Dry grass blades poked at her soles, pebbles tried to bruise her, and they made very slow progress until they got to a sandy trail that wound into the woods, downhill, headed towards the lake. She felt a bit steadier on her feet now, and when the bald captor went to take her arm she shook him off with a snarl. He only chuckled, and let her walk on her own.

The trail was only a little better on her feet. The leader set a pace she could keep up with, at least. She knew the other two, following behind, were watching her- she could almost feel their eyes roaming over her body- but she resisted turning around to glare at them. She needed all her concentration on the trail anyway, to keep from stepping on something painful. It was especially hard with her hands bound behind her. Even so, her abused body kept demanding attention. Her wrists and ankles felt chafed and raw, the muscles of her legs kept giving her sharp little twinges (though they were less sharp as time went on). The soreness between her legs was a constant, though, and the tug of the rope around her neck was maddening, underlining her condition with every step. She HATED this! Being relatively helpless for an hour or two of sex play with a man had been…stimulating. But this just went on and on. She was tired, hungry, dirty, still thirsty and utterly miserable and if she ever ran into Barbara again…

He could hear the small noises of pain she made whenever she stepped on something hard on the trail, and the occasional sighs. They weren’t moving fast at all, but the hike was breaking her down, bit by bit, like a Chinese water torture. There was a very good chance she’d try to rebel at some point on the trail, either by fighting or just refusing to go on, and there were ways to handle that. He had experience on his side. Plus numbers.

After about an hour, they came to a rare grassy clearing and he signaled a halt. Elf-girl looked at him blankly before she realized they were done hiking for the moment. Then she collapsed slowly to lie on her side in the grass with a weary moan. He, Kurt and Lloyd shed their backpacks to lie down themselves, and he took the opportunity to study their cute little captive as she lay there with her eyes closed: Likely asleep already, he thought. She did look a bit worn, but so far the actual physical abuse she’d suffered had been minor. It was still so far beyond anything she might have experienced so far, though, that it had to be making an impression. Her rounded little rump looked so appealing, even with the dirt and bits of grass that still clung to it from last night, that he went over to run his hands over it. There was solid, springy muscle under the soft, soft skin, and it felt good to the touch. His atentions drew no more than a mild frown and a sleepy noise of complaint from her. He expanded his fondling to her thighs, and her body gave one tiny shiver.