Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (17 page)

Typical male behavior, a part of her mind snickered. Even with a perfectly willing playmate right there, they’re always interested in new pussy. The thought made her feel a little less inadequate, but now uneasy. Was there going to be some sort of swap here? She didn’t
want
to be hauled off into the woods again, short of food, water, rest and the least bit of comfort. She didn’t
want
to be turned over to new captors. Maybe they couldn’t do much more to her than had already been done, but they were not
her
captors. They were strangers, unfamiliar and frightening. Was she going to have to go all the way back to square one?

She realized that she was staring at the other woman, even as the other woman was staring at her. Were they wondering the same things? Speculating about what the other might have experienced or endured? Seeing each other as unwelcome competition?

Kimberley sighed inwardly. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. She couldn’t do anything about it…again. She risked some quick glances at the two strange men, and told herself that they didn’t really look any worse than her own three had when she’d first encountered them in the woods. Shower and shave them and they wouldn’t look that bad at all…but they were still strangers.

“Cute little thing,” one of them said at last, breaking the silence. He smiled at Kimberley, but it wasn’t reassuring. “Turn ‘round for us, little darlin’.”

She looked up at Alpha, who frowned at her and nodded. That wasn’t reassuring either. She obediently pirouetted for them, feeling nervous, chilled and shaky, her bound hands clenched into little fists. When she finished, facing them again, both men looked pleased. “Cute little ass,” the first one observed.

“Tight little ass.” Alpha chuckled, patting it. “So, we have a deal?”

Kimberley looked up at him, her mouth an “o” of stunned surprise. They really were trading her? When Alpha led her forward and exchanged leashes with one of the strangers, she still, desperately, didn’t want to believe it. But then, the two newcomers began fondling her, roughly and intimately, and her heart sank as she knew it was all too true.

Every time…every time she thought she knew how things were, every time she started to enjoy some of it, even just a little bit, they threw her another curve. She closed her eyes and groaned. Now she’d be led off into the woods again, cold and hungry and miserable, and that dark-haired bitch would take her place here, warm and fed and not-miserable. She hated it. She hated
her
. She hated
them
, all of them!

One of her new captors patted her rump and gave her leash a tug. “C’mon, little darlin’,” he said. “No point in wastin’ time.”

Kimberley sighed, resigning herself to her fate. But instead of taking her outside, they began to lead her downstairs, into the basement. She was puzzled at first, then horrified as she realized that they were leading her to the room with the padded sawhorse. Her one weak attempt to hang back earned her a hard slap across her rear and an even harder yank on her leash. She was shaking as they fastened her to the sawhorse with practiced, cruel efficiency. As rough as her previous captors had been with her, she realized that they had still taken care not to really hurt or injure her. She didn’t know these men at all, and she was afraid of what they might do. She tried to keep them from blindfolding her, but that only provoked another, harder, stinging slap to her backside. She yelped, whimpered, and finally submitted. Not long ago, she had been looking forward to being strapped to the horse again. Now, she was terribly afraid.

“Settle down, little darlin’,” one of her new captors told her as he stroked her back. She could feel him readying himself behind her, moving closer to her, and she fought to keep from panic. Then a hand went between her legs, and she squealed. She was starting to lose it, she knew, and if she did, it would only hurt more.

She sensed the other man moving around in front of her. His hand ruffled her hair, patted her cheek, not gently, and then he started to push his thumb into her mouth. She resisted for only a moment. It would be pointless, after all. She opened her mouth for him, but did nothing more than that.

“You can do better than that.” She heard him mutter, and she flinched in anticipation of a blow. She began sucking on his thumb, gently. The hand between her legs was still probing her. She writhed uncomfortably, made a small noise of complaint.

“Good girl,” the man in front of her said, withdrawing his thumb. “Now, open wide.”

She obeyed…what else could she do? She felt the tip of his cock touch her parted lips, and she licked at it. He pushed the head of it into her mouth, and stopped there, so she licked that, too. It was all mechanical. He smelled different, he tasted different, even if the sounds he made when she licked him were pretty much the same. But…she knew very well now what would give pleasure, even if she was not receiving any herself. The other man was sliding his fingers in and out of her, trying to get her wet. It was almost starting to work, and she hated the feeling. She was angry. She didn’t want to feel any pleasure. She just wanted them to use her and get it over with…for now, at least. She was sure they would fuck her again and again out in the woods.

And then, the man in her mouth took her by her ears and began to shove his cock deeper into her…almost down her throat…

She awoke some time later, still chained to the sawhorse. Her hands felt cold and a little numb, her legs felt cramped, so she flexed her fingers and shifted her feet to try to relieve them. She remembered losing it right after the man fucking her mouth had grabbed her ears. Once that had been done, she hadn’t been able to hold back anything. One minute, she’d been a compliant, if grudging, sex toy, and the next…well, the next she’d been a hungry female animal in heat. With one man taking her from behind while the other fucked her mouth, all she could think of was to have them go deeper…
deeper
…and harder!

She guessed that they had. She could taste semen in her mouth, feel it on her chin and legs again. She wanted a drink of cool water, wanted to lie down somewhere for a little while, but she was still chained to the sawhorse. She couldn’t hear anything. Had they left her alone in here? Or were they standing close, silently watching her? She laid her head down on the sawhorse and sighed deeply. Either way, what did it matter?

He saw her move and heard her sigh. She was awake, all right. He would never have gone off and left her chained to the Horse, and he’d have a word or two with Evan and Rob about that later. He moved a little closer to her, careful not to make any noise. She did look appealing like that, helpless and available for anything and everything. He reached out and gently laid his hand on her back. She jerked and gasped, trying to turn her head to see who it was, even with the blindfold on.

“Easy, elf-girl,” he chuckled. “It’s just you and me right now.”

She made a sound somewhere between a groan and a sob, and laid her head back down. He ran his hand slowly up and down her back as he moved around behind her. She looked as if she’d been used hard. His hand reached the back of her neck, gave it a light squeeze. She shuddered weakly.

Why was
he
here? Wasn’t he having enough fun with that dark-haired bitch? Or maybe he wanted one last fuck with her before her new captors took her out into the woods? Well, if he did, what could she do about it? She felt his hands on her shoulders now, felt him pressing against her from behind, the coarse material of his jeans rasping against the backs of her thighs. She shivered in spite of herself. Then his hands moved to her ears…

Yes, indeed, elf-girl’s ears were very sensitive! He handled them gently, enjoying the sounds and movements he could wring from her just by doing this. After a little while, though, she was barely moving at all, and the only sounds she was making were a series of panting, breathy moans. He’d only intended to get her all steamed up before introducing her to her next lesson, but now it was like that day on the trail: He wanted her, desperately. Unlike that day on the trail, now
she
wanted to be taken as badly as he wanted to take her. He could see it, he could hear it, he could smell it. Hell, he could even feel it, how her body was quivering, trembling.

He hesitated. It wasn’t part of the program for tonight…but they could wait. He could not wait, and neither could she. He reached over for the half-empty tube of lubricant.

Behind the blindfold, Kimberley could still see a pinkish, reddish haze. Her whole body was tingling. Every feeling was magnified to an almost excruciating level, from the hands softly stroking her ears to the cords biting into her wrists. When he stopped playing with her ears, a tiny alarm went off inside her: It’s coming! It’s coming! What “It” was, she didn’t know. She didn’t care, either. In hungry anticipation, she arched her back as best she could, straining at her bonds, moving her hands up, away from her vulnerable rear, even opening her mouth wide, wide, in case that was what he wanted. A long, low moan escaped her.

He gave her upturned, wriggling rump a hard slap on one plump cheek, then one on the other. Her body jerked with each blow, and with each blow she yelped, loud and high-pitched. His hands left angry red marks on her flesh, but she continued to wriggle and moan, too far gone now not to. His cock was well-lubricated now. It felt uncommonly hard and stiff and big, almost like when he’d been a teenager, horny all the time as it had seemed then. And right here in front of him was a slender, struggling female filled with as much sheer lust as he was, waiting for him, waiting…

He gripped her hips with his hands.

Kimberley shrieked as he buried himself deep in her ass…deeper…deeper…the pinkish, reddish haze turned into flaming pinwheels. It hurt, a little, but she was having trouble now telling pain from pleasure. Everything was thrown together, merged into one roaring fire of sensation. Every thrust he made into her jerked her body against her bonds, against the sawhorse that held her, and fed the fire. She howled.

Still deep inside of her, spent now, he felt too weak to stand up on his own. His body was draped over hers, pressing her down on to the Horse. He needed to catch his breath. Beneath him, her body quivered with aftershocks, her own breath coming in tiny grunts. At last he discovered that he could stand again. He pulled out of her, slowly. She was still so very tight! And set about freeing her. He untied her wrists first, and as her freed arms flopped bonelessly down to either side of her, she let out a deep sigh.

He removed the blindfold last. Her eyes looked sleepy, far-away, and she smiled faintly as she saw him, a peculiar little satisfied and knowing smile.

“Come on, elf-girl,” he said to her. “Get up.”

She moved slowly. Her arms and legs seemed stiff. He let her take the time to stretch and flex, enjoying the little show she put on. Finally, she wiped her chin off carefully and turned to face him, still wearing that odd little smile. “I’m ready,” she murmured.

And then, with a swiftness that belied the stiffness she’d shown earlier, she darted forward, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his cheek, just once, as quick and light as the beat of a moth’s wing. Then she stepped back, blushing furiously, and looked down and away from him. She stood nervously, as if awaiting punishment for what she’d done. He really ought to do something, he thought, but the others had been kept waiting too long already. He settled for taking the end of the chain that dangled from her slim neck and giving it a hard yank that made her stumble towards him. “This way,” he growled.

Kimberley followed along after him. She didn’t quite know what had made her dare to kiss him like that, and she had expected some swift and terrible punishment to follow her act. But he had done nothing, and even if he’d almost immediately put on an angry look, she had seen his first quick expression of surprise and…pleasure? Whatever happened next, she thought, it had been worth it.

He led her back to the cellar shower, trying to ignore the amused expressions on Kurt’s and Lloyd’s faces. He glowered at Evan and Rob, though, until they had to look away. Behind him, he heard elf-girl’s tiny gasp of surprise.

She’d known they were going to the shower room. She had a pretty good idea of how things were laid out down here by now. She’d been expecting another thorough washing, and was looking forward to it…but the dark-haired bitch was there, chained up in a standing spread-eagle as she had been. She looked terribly tired and worn-out now. Her head hung as low as the chains would allow, and her long dark hair was a tangled mess. The sight of it made Kimberley think of Barbara again, but only for a moment. What was up now? There wasn’t room to fit two women there.

One of the strangers turned on the water, and a fine spray cascaded down onto the other woman’s naked body. She tossed her head weakly at the touch. Then the bullet-headed one thrust a big, soft sponge into Kimberley’s hand. “Clean up,” he ordered. “And clean her up too,” he went on, jerking a thumb at the other woman. He handed her a bar of soap.

Okay…this was
really
unexpected. Kimberley risked a quick glance at the men. They were evidently going to watch. She looked at the dark-haired bitch…she’d have to think of something else to call her…at the lush curves and ripe swellings and unfairly long legs, and wondered where and how to begin. Then Alpha slapped her rump…hard. She jumped, yelped.

“Get a move on, elf-girl,” he growled.

Kimberley walked towards…not-Barbara…that would do for a name for now…slowly, still unsure how to begin. She held the sponge up into the spray, wetting it, and then began working the soap into it. Not-Barbara looked up, into her eyes, and Kimberley could see the surprise and confusion on her face. Somehow, that made her feel better. She might be a captive, helpless and bewildered, but this other woman was even more helpless and bewildered than she was. She was also chained up. Smiling, Kimberley stepped closer and began using the sponge to wash not-Barbara’s belly.

After a few minutes, she became bolder. The sponge could fit over her hand like a mitt, and she began exploring more intimate areas of not-Barbara’s body. She ran the soapy sponge over not-Barbara’s breasts, feeling the soft flesh yield. She ran it up and down not-Barbara’s thighs, slowly, caressingly. Not-Barbara shivered and made a small noise. Protest? Pleasure? Kimberley didn’t care. She had the power, here and now, and she was enjoying it. It was interesting, being on this side of an after-games cleanup. Warm water coursed onto her face. She tossed her head, spluttering. She needed some washing too, but her own shower could wait. She moved around behind not-Barbara. From here she could risk occasional quick looks at the men. They seemed fascinated.