Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (11 page)

Kimberley plodded wearily along at the end of her leash. There were still things in the trail that hurt her feet on occasion, but at least the way was more level now. She was still tired and hungry, in spite of her “breakfast”. They had given her water to drink afterwards as promised, enough to quench her thirst, but not enough to get the taste of them completely out of her mouth. “Breakfast” hadn’t been all that bad compared to last night’s ‘dinner’, she thought. Her pretending had made it a little easier…almost enjoyable, even.

The air had turned cooler, and the sky was starting to fill up with clouds: Low, gray clouds that threatened rain. Would they make camp before it rained, or would they make her keep walking, adding cold and wet to her list of miseries? She shivered at the thought. Whatever they decided, she would have to endure. Barbara would have a lot to answer for when she saw her again.

He checked elf-girl’s condition when they took a halt. She was starting to look really worn out now, but she should be able to cover the distance to the cabin. He let his hands roam over her. He rolled her face down to squeeze her cute little ass, rolled her face-up to stroke her belly and fondle her breasts. At first she just laid there, almost inert, but after a little while she was beginning to squirm a bit. Her face showed annoyance, and she made little noises of protest, but she didn’t say anything. Her nipples were slightly swollen, but that could be from the cooling air. He tweaked one, making her yelp weakly.

Kimberley closed her eyes. She could still feel his rough hands on her. It was another thing to be endured, but what truly bothered her now was that her body seemed to be responding to it all by itself, ignoring the orders of her mind. If he put his hand between her legs now…

But he didn’t. His hands did run along her legs, squeezing here and there, but that was all. Maybe it was too soon after “breakfast”? She shivered, only partly from the growing chill in the air.

“How much longer, you think?” Kurt asked as they sat on a log at the next rest halt. Elf-girl lay on the pine needles in front of them. She had all but collapsed when they’d stopped, and seemed to be sleeping now. Kurt and Lloyd were looking tired themselves, and they hadn’t had to chase their captive all up and down the mountain.

“Two hours, maybe.” He shrugged.

“She’s really starting to slow us down.” Lloyd pointed out. “Think we can get there ahead of the rain?”

He looked up at the sky. “Probably.” He shrugged. “Anyway, what’s the choice? You think we can travel any faster carrying her?”

Kurt grunted. “I just want some hot food now.” He said. “And a bed to sleep in. She’s a pretty little piece, but I’m damn near too tired to do anything about it, y’know?”

“I know. Nothing we can do about it now. Just keep focused. We’ll be there soon enough.”

“I don’t think I’m too tired.” Lloyd spoke up, looking at elf-girl. “I ever get too tired for some of that, just bury me, even if I’m still breathin’.”

He had Kurt take the point and Lloyd lead elf-girl on her leash. He trailed behind to keep an eye on her. He told himself it was the professional thing to do…she was very visibly getting near the end of her strength…but it was also very nice to watch that naked little body, watch the clenching and unclenching of her muscles as she walked, how she tried to use her bound hands to keep her balance. From time to time, she would give him a quick glance back over her shoulder, as if she feared he was going to do something to her from back there.

When they halted again, he found that all of his careful observing had made him horny. She needed a rest, but he didn’t want to wait. She sank to the ground with a groan and laid there on her side. She was worn, tired and dirty now, and he didn’t think he’d wanted a woman so much before in his life. He checked her bound wrists first. The ropes were secure, and her hands were just a little bit cold. He ran his hand along her flank, up and down, gazing intently at her face. Her eyes were closed. He squeezed her ass, and she frowned slightly, making a small sound of protest.

When he rolled her onto her back, her eyes opened sleepily. Something in his expression must have given her warning. After a brief moment, her eyes went wide and she tried to draw away, her mouth a little round ‘O’.

Kurt and Lloyd had to help. They got her up onto her knees as she pleaded, crying in despair, and held her there as he fondled her roughly and quickly. He had them bend her over then, her face almost touching the ground. He used his hands and his strength to make her arch her back, sticking her rump up for him. When he ran his hand between her legs, he discovered that, in spite of her struggling, she was just ready enough for him. If she hadn’t been, he would have used spit. He didn’t want to wait.

Kimberley squealed as he began to enter her from behind. She felt his hands clamp down on her hips and hold her steady as he began to fuck her, fast and hard. Once again, her body was ignoring her, and her cries had as much outrage at that as they did fury and anger at her captors.

She was tight, and growing slicker and hotter as he slammed himself into her again and again. Kurt and Lloyd held her securely. All she could do was buck and jerk a little, and he liked that. He gripped her harder, fucked her harder.

Kimberley didn’t stop howling her protests until she felt him stop, felt his fingernails digging into her, heard him groaning as he came. She began to sob, and put up a weak fight when she felt another of her captors start to use her the same way. Her body felt as if it was suffering some kind of sensory overload: Discomfort, hunger, thirst, utter weariness, and some strange and twisted form of pleasure, all at once.

“Well,” Lloyd observed as he took a deep swig of water from his canteen. “
That
was fun. Now what do we do? She’s never gonna make it now.”

“I know.” Ron agreed. “I know.” He sighed, feeling very tired himself. Elf-girl was lying completely limp on the ground, either very asleep or unconscious. After all the time he’d spent watching her on the trail, he’d wanted her so much that he hadn’t thought everything through, and now…Well, there was no way she could make the last leg to the cabin. She’d used up whatever reserves of strength she’d had in struggling with them as they’d taken her in turn. He wished they’d had a videotape of her performance, though. He liked them noisy, and elf-girl had been as noisy as anyone could hope for.

“I got an idea.” Kurt said.

“Yeah? What?” Lloyd asked.

“Ever see any of them old jungle movies?” Kurt grinned. “Y’know, the ones where the lady gets captured and toted off tied to a pole?”

“Tied to a pole?”

“Yeah. Hangin’ from a pole. We’d get wore out trying to carry her one-on-one, but if we got her on a pole…”

They finally reached the cabin that way, elf-girl suspended by her bound wrists and ankles from a pole cut from a sapling. Sharing her weight like that had been a good idea, but even so they’d had to take turns. She was an absolute dead weight, limp and boneless, her body swaying heavily with each step they took. Her head hung down, and she looked entirely too much like some hunting trophy like that. It bothered him a little, even if she
was
a hunting trophy of sorts. He wished she would move a little, or open her eyes, or make some noise. Instead, there was only silence, the only movement that slow, lifeless swaying. He kept a careful eye on her along the way. She might just be completely exhausted. She had been through a lot these last couple of days, even before they’d caught her. Still, he didn’t want to take any chances. When they finally laid her down in the grass, he checked her breathing, thumbed back her eyelids for a look. She seemed okay. Her breathing was deep and regular. He could almost swear that she was just sound asleep, in spite of everything.

“We just gonna put her inside like that?” Kurt asked. Ron knew what he meant. Elf-girl was worn and dirty, and really needed a bath. Usually, they’d just string her up outside and hose her down and wash her off themselves before bringing her inside, but the only water they could use outside was cold well water. It was fun watching captives struggle and shriek at the chill, but elf-girl was in no shape to stand up, and hitting her with cold water now might just send her into shock.

“Can’t bring her in like that.” He nodded. “Let’s get her untied. Lloyd, you wanna go inside and get some warm water and soap for us? We’ll clean her off before we bring her in.”

Lloyd went, grumbling, and he and Kurt set about untying elf-girl. She didn’t move much, she didn’t say anything. It wasn’t until they picked her up by her arms and legs that she even made any sounds at all, and then they were just sleepy, mumbled protests.

Not far from the cabin was a concrete circle, eight feet across with a steel pole set upright smack in the middle. This was where the captives usually got their showers, and there were flagstones leading back to the cabin so that they wouldn’t get their feet dirty when they were walked back inside. They laid elf-girl down on the concrete and waited for Lloyd.

“I’m hungry.” Kurt commented.

“We all are.” Ron shrugged. “We still have work to do, though.”

“Yeah.” Kurt nodded. He nudged elf-girl with his boot. “We better get fed and rested up so we can treat our guest here proper.”

“Damn straight.” Ron agreed. He was too tired to say more, and Lloyd was just coming out of the cabin with a bucket, soap and towels.

They washed elf-girl down carefully and thoroughly, from the curly blonde hair on the top of her head down to her little pink toes, turning her over and moving her as needed. She complained faintly when they rolled her face-down and her breasts came into contact with the rough concrete. Finally she was clean, rinsed and fit to go inside. There were bruises on her wrists and ankles, and on the soles of her feet, but nothing really serious. Ron carried her inside slung over his shoulder.

They called it a cabin because it was built out of logs, but it was no primitive accommodation. Inside were three bedrooms, a kitchen, two bathrooms and a big living room with a massive stone fireplace at one end. It had one ground-level floor, but there was another level, below ground. Part of that lower level was taken up by the generator, heater, hot-water tank and pump that supplied the place with all the comforts of home away from home, but most of it was set aside for special “guests” like elf-girl. Ron carried her downstairs to the cage that would be her very own room here. It was about eight feet by ten, the floor bare, smooth cement. Three of the walls were cinderblock, unpainted. The fourth wall was steel bars with a single door with a lock. Set in the middle of the cage was a small mattress covered by a single fitted sheet. He laid elf-girl down on it carefully. She’d need sleep before they could continue her education. It should be warm enough down here for her not to need a blanket. He exited the cage and Kurt clanged the door shut and locked it with a grin.

“Food!” he said. “Hot food! And beer! And hot water! And a bed!”

Ron laughed. “So where does she come on the list?” he asked, indicating their sleeping captive.

“First on the list
after
I get a meal, a shower, a shave, and a good sleep.” Kurt chuckled. “A man’s got to keep his priorities straight.” He took a long look at elf-girl. “Oh, yeah. Definitely first on the list. You got any ideas as to how we’re gonna do this?”

“Some.” Ron shrugged. “But you’re right. It can all wait for a bit. She isn’t going anywhere.”

“Sure ain’t.” Kurt agreed. “She’s a tough little thing.” He said admiringly. “Not a lot of crying and pleading, not a lot of complaining.”

“She might be doing a lot of that later. Most of ‘em do.”

“Yeah. But I like that too.” Kurt grinned at the slim, naked form on the mattress. He gave a long sigh. “Well, c’mon, let’s go try to eat whatever shit Lloyd serves up. If it don’t come out of a can, he’s worse than useless.”

There was a dimmer switch for the lights down here, and he used it to put the room into a twilight gloom before they left. There would be just enough light for elf-girl to see where she was when she woke up. He wondered what she’d think about her accommodations.

They still kept watches, even here at the cabin. After dinner, Kurt and Lloyd went off to their bedrooms to sleep, but he went back down to check on their captive. She was still sleeping, very, very soundly, but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her except for sheer physical exhaustion. He knew from past experience that she’d wake up thirsty and ravenously hungry. That was good. She would learn that food and water were theirs to give or withhold, and that would be one of her very first lessons here at the cabin.

Outside, the rain beat heavily on the roof and against the windows.

Chapter Eight

Day Eight

Kimberley came awake slowly, groping irritatedly for the blankets and her pillow and not finding them. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked around, blinking sleepily and yawning. Had she kicked the blankets and pillow completely off of her bed? She had been having such strange, strange dreams all night long….

She sat up, still yawning and took another look around. For just a moment, nothing made any sense to her at all, and then she realized that those had
not
been dreams!

She was in some sort of cell that seemed to take up half of this dimly-lit, windowless room. The far wall was broken only by a single steel door off to one side, but it was covered with what looked like dozens and dozens of photographs taped to it. She looked around her cell again. There was nothing at all in it besides the mattress she’d been sleeping on. Where the Hell was she, and how had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered clearly was being roughly fucked…well, more like raped, really, along the trail in the woods by all three of her captors. The memory made her hug herself and shiver.

They must have brought her here, wherever here was. She kept looking around, trying to fight down a looming feeling of panic. Being caged was unnerving, but at least she wasn’t bound and could move and stretch at will. Kneeling, she stretched her arms luxuriously, up over her head, slowly out to her sides. There. That helped a little. She stood up on the mattress and went through some old morning stretching exercises. Being able to move made her feel a lot better. She’d always been a little claustrophobic, and she was very glad that her cage wasn’t a small one. She’d have lost it right there. Even so…