Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (15 page)

If she called out now, one of them would no doubt show up right away. Instead, she rolled onto her side and pretended to still be asleep. She wanted a little more time to think. What had changed so much since…was it yesterday? Down here she had no idea what time of day it was, not even anything more than a vague notion of what day it was. It didn’t matter. That was Before. This was Now. Why were they different? She had determined, once it seemed that there was no quick way out, to endure her captivity like a felon serving out a long sentence, looking forward only to the day of release. Now, she was looking forward to
this
day, another day of sexual slavery, of male hands on her body and male cocks
in
her body. What had changed? It had to be more than finally getting a good night’s sleep. In fact, she was sure she would still be looking forward to the day if she were still tired. So, what was the difference?

Discovering that Barbara had been here herself, had had her own pictures taken for that terrible wall…was it really still so terrible? That had something to do with it. She had been fucked in the ass. Repeatedly. She rolled the words over on her tongue, silently, savoring the crudity of them. That
might
have something to do with it. And they had discovered her ears. That certainly had something to do with it, but even so, the whole seemed greater than the sum of its parts.

She had thought that they treated her like an animal. Well, they had. They’d kept her caged, kept her naked, used her at their whims. That horrible long trek through the woods, naked, bound and leashed, hungry, thirsty and dirty, had affected her thinking too. But still…here they also kept her clean and sheltered. They kept a watch over her. Their care of her had been rough, almost brutal, but they had taken that care, all the same. She hadn’t really realized it until now. And now…it was as if, after forcing her along that trek through the woods, they had then taken her along another trek here, a trek through her own self. She liked that idea. Two treks, two journeys, one outdoors and physically draining, the other indoors but just as draining in its own way. And now here she was, still caged and still naked but different…somehow.

Oh, to Hell with too much analysis. She sat up on her mattress, wondering how many other naked captives had shared it, and stretched again. She stood up and padded over to the cell door, ignoring the chill of the floor. When she called out, someone would come for her. She was hungry and thirsty, and knew they would give her food and drink. And they would fuck her again…and again.

He heard elf-girl calling over the intercom in the kitchen, and looked at the wall clock. It was just after 7PM. She’d slept for nearly twenty-four hours. He smiled to himself, drained off the last of his coffee and went downstairs to her.

It was the alpha male. She had been almost certain it would be him, and she smiled when she saw him come through the door. She hadn’t taken the time to notice before what a big man he was: Broad shoulders, muscular arms and thighs. He looked to be somewhere in his 40s, she thought. She’d seen scars, some small, some larger, here and there, on his body when he’d been using her. She thought of them now as badges of an active and dangerous life. He was definitely the Alpha male of this pack. She suppressed a shiver.

He saw her smile when he entered. It was a small smile, but a welcome change from the sullen looks she usually gave him. Her hips wriggled a little as he approached, and he found that appealing. It was considered a good thing to get repeat “customers”, and he would really look forward to having to chase elf-girl down all over again.

“What is it?” he asked her. She didn’t draw back as he approached, and a half-smile kept playing around her lips.

“I’m hungry,” she replied. “And thirsty. May I please have something to eat and drink…Master?”

He smiled down at her. She really was a cute little thing, slender and elfin and sweetly constructed. He unlocked the door and swung it open. As he did, she turned her back to him and put her hands behind her, waiting to be tied or handcuffed. He put the handcuffs he carried on her, noticing her tiny quiver at the touch of the metal to her flesh. She turned back to face him again once he’d secured her, and now there was a tiny frown on her face.

“Master…may I speak?” she asked.

“Go ahead.” He nodded. It was a kick to hear her call him “Master”. He really liked this completely new attitude she had.

“My…pictures…” she nodded towards the wall.

“What about them?”

“They…aren’t very good, Master.” She said. “Could you possibly take my pictures again…please?”

This was completely out of the blue. In all his years here, with this organization, not one woman had ever asked for a do-over on her photos. Still, he couldn’t think of any reason not to grant her request. It might be interesting to see what she did.

“We’ll see.” He replied. He gripped her lightly by the back of her neck. She shivered at his touch, and let him guide her out of the room and up the stairs to the kitchen.

She knelt patiently on the thin padded mat on the kitchen floor, watching him intently as he set about cooking up some food for her. Beef stew, he thought, nice and thick. They could feed her more now. She probably needed it, too. She’d been on short rations for some time. When it was ready, he sat on a chair and fed it to her, spoonful by spoonful. As hungry as she probably was, she made a little production out of each helping: Blowing gently on the spoon, closing her eyes and opening her mouth wide each time, making little noises of pleasure as she savored each spoonful, eyes still closed, and tilting her head slowly back each time she swallowed. He had the distinct impression she was trying to seduce him.

Kurt wandered in, looking for a beer, as he was feeding her and stayed to watch. Lloyd came in a few minutes later, wondering what was taking Kurt so long, and he stayed to watch too. Elf-girl seemed to enjoy having an audience. Between spoonfuls, she would glance shyly at him, or Kurt, or Lloyd, before looking away again. He might have considered it to be just an act, but he could see her nipples slowly swelling under all of this rapt, lustful male attention.

She finished the bowl. There was still some stew left in the pot, and she nodded eagerly when he asked her if she wanted more. He fed her the rest of it, wishing there was still more, because her little act was so very fascinating…and arousing. He was glad to see her attitude so changed, but he kept wondering just what it was that had turned her around.

The last of the stew went down her slender throat, and she held still for him as he wiped her mouth clean with a warm damp cloth.

“Thank you, Master,” she said when he finished. “May I have something to drink now?”

He caught the glances that shot between Kurt and Lloyd when she said that. When both of them looked at him, he just raised an eyebrow, and both of them shrugged. He gave elf-girl water, holding the tumbler for her as she drank deeply. Done, she licked a stray droplet from the corner of her mouth with a pink tongue-tip, and looked at him expectantly, wearing that little half-smile again. It was a bit disorienting, as if she were in control now, instead of them. He reached out to brush his fingertips across her ear. She shivered, blushed, and looked down and away from him. That was better, but the situation still called for some further action on his part, and he was still trying to adjust to this new attitude of hers.

Well, she seemed to like playing to an audience now. Let’s see how much she really enjoyed it. Her elaborate little act had gotten all three of them aroused, and now she was going to have to do something about that. He was sure that she knew this, and indeed had intended it from the start.

Kimberley gave a startled, tiny yelp when Alpha (She preferred calling him that now to just “alpha male”) seized her by her hair and hauled her to her feet. She went without any fight or protest. He wasn’t at all gentle with her as he led her out of the kitchen and into what looked like the living room. After the small spaces downstairs, it seemed huge to her. It was all dark wood, even the floor, what she could see of it that wasn’t covered with heavy carpets. The ceiling overhead soared way up, past exposed beams. The windows were all covered with thick drapes. At the far end was a big fireplace, the stones blackened from smoke and age. This was definitely a male place, she thought, dark and comfortable, no frills or decorations anywhere. His grip on her hair hurt. It would have hurt more if she’d tried to resist, but she made pained little noises anyway. He forced her to her knees almost smack dab in the middle of the room and then let go of her. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, panting a little through her half-opened mouth, as if in fear, or excitement. For her, it was almost entirely excitement, but she had been teasing them in the kitchen and a little bit of fear was still there. They were all big men, and strong, and she felt very small and vulnerable right now.

He stood in front of her, looking down, trying to keep his face expressionless, trying to move slowly and deliberately even though his hands were shaking with a need for haste. He wanted her very, very much right now, so much so that it was like an ache.

She couldn’t or wouldn’t meet his gaze for long, but he noticed her eyes following his hand as he slipped his belt out of the loops, then doubled it, holding it one-handed. With his other hand, he unfastened his jeans and began unzipping them. She watched, licked her lips once, gulped, licked her lips again. He wasn’t sure how much of it was an act. He didn’t really care.

Kimberley had the distinct impression she’d crossed a line somewhere. Now she was going to be…punished? Educated? She shuddered at the sight of the belt in his hand. This was going to hurt, she was sure. So why was she anticipating it so eagerly? Out of the corner of her eye she noted that the other two members of his pack had taken seats to watch. They would have her too, but only after their leader was done with her. She saw him lower his jeans, and draw out his cock. It was already half-erect, already thick and heavy. She shivered. Again, it was partly in anticipation, partly in fear. She peered up at his face. It was still unreadable. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth for him. His free hand, the one not holding the belt, reached out and took her by the back of her head, drawing her closer. To her surprise, he moved her mouth away from the head of his cock even as she tried to take him in, and pushed her towards his balls. She hesitated, not sure what he wanted.

He brought the belt down across her rump. The leather smacked hard against her skin, making her jerk and yelp.

That
hurt
! What did he want her to do? On impulse, she licked the base of his cock, her nose full of his musk. There was no second stroke, and she went on licking, turning her head a little to better reach his balls. When she did that, the head of his cock brushed against her ear. The sensation made her moan. She began to feel a warm glow deep in her belly, along with the hot stinging on her rear. She kept licking. Her mouth drooled saliva, and her tongue spread it on to him.

She was an eager and noisy little creature as she kept to her work, and what she was doing felt very good indeed. His fingers dug into the short, curly hairs on her head and pulled her back. As she looked up at him, her eyes were unfocused, and her mouth hung open, welcoming and wet. He used his grip to guide her towards his cock…not that she needed much guiding. Her lips closed around his cock, just below the head, and she began licking, quick, light caresses against that very sensitive spot. He couldn’t entirely block his own moan of pleasure at that. Elf-girl was developing some interesting skills. He pulled her towards him, driving himself deeper into her mouth. She made a noise, a surprised, muffled “Mmmmffff?” He kept pushing. Deeper. Now she started to struggle, trying to pull away, and he lashed her backside with his belt again, and again.

Kimberley was bewildered. She was
trying
to please him, and yet he kept hurting her. Each stinging blow from the belt drove a muffled, painful grunt from her, one that started down in her gut and escaped, barely, through her mouth around the thick and heavy cock filling it. She could barely breathe, and he kept trying to force himself in even deeper. Her wrists were straining against the hard steel trapping them, fluttering against her back, the handcuffs rattling, chiming metallically. What did he
want
?

As recently as yesterday he wouldn’t have tried this, because of the near-certainty that, pushed far enough, she would bite. He was fairly sure now that she wouldn’t, but not entirely certain. He pulled her head closer, felt his cock hit the back of her throat. Her struggles grew more frantic, and he switched using his belt to her other round little ass cheek. Each hard stroke drove another muffled, little grunt out of her, a soft counterpoint to the sharp sound made by the belt each time it struck her.

It was very difficult to do this without using words, without telling her what to do, but at the same time it was interesting watching her try to learn without them. Would she learn?

She couldn’t think what it was he wanted. She was so short of breath now, she could barely think at all. Despairing, she stopped trying to pull away, concentrating only on trying to hold what breath she had left. His cock thrust in deeper, threatening to make her gag.

He felt her give up, yield at last. He kept his hand on the back of her curly little head, but stopped pulling her towards him. He used the belt again, this time to caress her ass rather than swat it. Hesitantly, she drew her head back a little, opened her mouth wider, took in some air. His hand urged her head forward again, and she began sucking him in earnest, anxious to please, even more anxious to avoid any more whipping. He could see welts already rising on her ass, but he hadn’t broken that soft skin. She moved her head back and forth, taking him in deeply, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft with each stroke. She was very noisy about it.

She wasn’t quite sure what she’d done to make him stop whipping her, but that didn’t seem as important as trying to make sure he wouldn’t start doing it again. She kept her eyes closed. She could feel his hand, still on the back of her head, but it was keeping time to her movements now, instead of forcing her. She took him in deeply enough to feel him hit the back of her throat each time, and found that it was easier now to ignore the occasional gag reflex. She grunted each time she took him in, inhaled around him each time she pulled back.