Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (20 page)

She rolled over to face not-Barbara and kiss her softly. She’d meant it to be only a short kiss, but somehow, it lingered. She could feel not-Barbara’s tonguetip brush her lips, shyly, tentatively. Kimberley fought back the urge to break the kiss…well, it wasn’t a very strong urge, more like a weak reflex, really…and met not-Barbara’s tonguetip with her own. Then both their mouths opened, their tongues entwined as their arms and legs went around each other and they pulled each other close.

They both had a better idea of what to do now. Kimberley broke the kiss only to lick and nibble at not-Barbara’s neck, then move down to those full, round breasts. She paid special attention to not-Barbara’s nipples, savoring how different they felt and tasted from any male nipple she’d ever put her mouth to. When they were both swollen and exquisitely sensitive, she trailed a line of saliva down not-Barbara’s soft belly, licking and kissing. Not-Barbara was moaning softly now, moving under her, parting her legs for Kimberley.

Kimberley moved so that she was on her side, her head towards the foot of the bed. Not-Barbara’s hands slid between Kimberley’s thighs, gently moving them apart as Kimberley began working her lips slowly up not-Barbara’s inner thighs. For one brief moment, Kimberley feared that their captors would come in while this was going on, but…so what if they did? This felt
good
. It felt exciting and arousing in a way that was a sharp contrast to all the other exciting and arousing…and sometimes scary…feelings that she had been subjected to over the past days. And then not-Barbara’s hands reached around her to hold her rump, one cheek cupped in each hand, and pull her even closer for not-Barbara’s lips and tongue, and all coherent thoughts drowned in an incoming tide of sheer sensation. Kimberley shivered as not-Barbara’s tongue sought out the most sensitive parts of her, and set about giving as much pleasure as she was getting. Not-Barbara tasted good, a little salty, faintly sweet, and very, very tender. Female musk filled her nostrils. It was an intoxicating scent.

They were sleeping again when their captors came for them, arms around each other, legs tangled together under the covers. They had tried to be very quiet while they were making love, tried not to make any noise that would attract male interest. It had made the whole episode feel more forbidden, more dangerous, more exciting. Afterwards, as they snuggled together, they had spoken in low, intimate whispers about whether or not to shower. Kimberley could feel and smell not-Barbara on her face, and could smell herself on not-Barbara’s. If they did not clean up, their captors would know what had happened. But, if they turned on the shower it would make enough noise for the men to hear. They might even hear if they only used the sink. Kimberley ended the discussion by starting to lick not-Barbara’s chin, then her face. Not-Barbara was surprised at first, then stifled a giggle and began to reciprocate. As they licked each other clean, Kimberley thought of two cats grooming each other, and had to stifle a giggle of her own.

It was not-Barbara’s two original captors who came for them. They rousted the women out of bed, handcuffed them, and chained them together by the neck again. They were businesslike about it, and Kimberley suspected they’d done this sort of thing many times before. Still, they did manage to get their hands on her in some unbusinesslike places. Her flesh tingled where they had touched.

This seemed to be some sort of new routine, being chained to not-Barbara. Kimberley found it arousing, on a very primitive level, to be part of a slave coffle…even such a small one. She couldn’t say why it was this way, but she had given up trying to analyze and explain things to herself some time back. It had also occurred to her that as long as she was chained to not-Barbara, she wasn’t going to be taken out into the woods. It seemed very unlikely that either group of captors was going to be able to hog both captives for themselves. Unless there was something else going on… Kimberley shook her head. No point in speculating like that.

Breakfast this morning was generous: Scrambled eggs, tasty little link sausages, hot buttered toast. Both women ate greedily, often competing for the same delicious forkful. The men laughed at some of the extremes their captives would go to for food. Sometimes they teased them by holding it just out of reach of an opened, eager mouth. The meal went on for some time. Towards the end, the food was getting cold, but Kimberley was so hungry that she didn’t care. She ate whatever was given to her, savoring each bite.

Once again, they were cleaned up afterwards. Once again, they were led downstairs, to the cell in the basement, and locked in. Kimberley stretched out as best she could on the bare mattress. She had to lie on her side. It was too difficult getting comfortable lying on her back when she was handcuffed. Not-Barbara lay on her side next to Kimberley, the two women facing each other. For the time being, their captors left them alone.

It was awkward, Kimberley thought. She felt as if she should say something, as if she and not-Barbara should be sharing experiences, even if they had to talk in a whisper. But…there was nothing to say. Not really. They had been forced to share an intimate captivity. (And more, she blushed furiously) They had witnessed each other being used, fucked, fed…and there was nothing to say. Their experiences would be difficult to talk about even between longtime girlfriends. Between two complete strangers…well, maybe the best way to handle it would be not to talk, to remain anonymous to each other as best they could. They would probably never see each other again after this anyway.

After a while, Alpha came down to them. Kimberley lay still, watching him unlock the cage door, enter, and slowly walk towards them. The sight of him gave her a thrill, anticipating his hands on her, his cock in her, anywhere in her he wanted. He knelt beside her, stroking her head gently and smiling. She wanted to sit up, to get closer to him by herself, and tell him with a kiss that she was ready, eager. But she didn’t. It would be against the rules, and it would get her punished.

His hand cupped her breast and squeezed, almost painfully. She shuddered, with a long, hissing intake of breath. His thumb rubbed roughly over her swollen nipple, and she shuddered again, moaning now.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, giving her breast a last quick squeeze. “Now, watch.”

Watch? He wanted her to
watch
? Watch what?

He turned to not-Barbara and gripped her by her hair, hauling her up into a sitting position. Not-Barbara winced and whined in complaint, trying to squirm away. He slapped her. Hard, across her face and she immediately froze, looking up at him with fearful eyes. He gave her head a rough shake, and she looked down and away from him.

Kimberley slowly tucked her legs under her, slowly rose until she was kneeling. The side of not-Barbara’s face where he’d struck her was an angry red. Not-Barbara seemed to be trembling as Alpha began to unzip his pants. Kimberley trembled herself. She had to watch. She had to see.

Not-Barbara opened her mouth for Alpha’s cock, waiting for him to thrust it in. Instead, he slapped her again, but not quite as hard. “Kiss it,” he ordered her, giving her head another shake. “Lick it.”

Not-Barbara obeyed, hesitantly at first, then with enthusiasm. Kimberley watched not-Barbara’s lips and pink tongue work up and down Alpha’s big, thick, black cock and had to fight back a powerful urge to join in. He had ordered her to watch. All the same, she licked her lips, recalling the feel, the taste, and the scent of him.

He made not-Barbara kiss and lick him all over: Shaft, head, even his balls. Not-Barbara meekly obeyed his orders, even the non-verbal ones he gave by pulling her head this way or that. It was very quiet down here, so Kimberley could hear every lap-lap-lap, every kiss, every tiny moan or grunt not-Barbara made. Finally, Alpha shook not-Barbara’s head roughly. “Now,” he ordered. Not-Barbara looked up at him as best she could, and got up onto her knees. She bent her head, closed her eyes, and took him into her mouth.

Kimberley could not take her eyes away. She knew exactly how it felt…now she was learning how it looked, and there was something powerfully erotic about it. Not-Barbara’s submissive pose was accentuated by the fact that she was shackled and chained, Alpha’s powerful dominance accentuated by his spread-legged stance, his hard grip on not-Barbara’s hair. Kimberley rubbed her thighs together furtively. She wanted to shove not-Barbara aside, and make her watch while she sucked Alpha’s cock herself. She wanted Alpha to use HER, fuck HER! And she couldn’t stop watching.

Alpha let not-Barbara go at her own pace. She kept her eyes closed, making tiny grunting noises each time she took him in. Then Kimberley saw him take an even tighter grip on not-Barbara’s hair. He used it to quicken her pace, faster…faster…deeper…deeper… Not-Barbara’s nasal grunts came faster and faster as well, in perfect time. Alpha gave one low groan…and then one long, loud groan that startled Kimberley. Not-Barbara’s eyes flew open. The “Eeep!” noise she made was muffled by Alpha’s cock stuffed deep into her mouth. Alpha groaned again, not-Barbara “eeped!” again…and again…

Alpha gave not-Barbara’s head one last shake and let go of her. She gasped for air, and slumped over onto the mattress. Kimberley saw thick semen dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. Alpha stuffed himself back into his pants, zipped them up, looking down at not-Barbara. Then he turned towards Kimberley. “Well, elf-girl?” He smiled. Kimberley just looked up at him. Was he really expecting her to say something? She looked quickly away.

He chuckled. “Hold still, now.” He reached down, and unlocked the chain that tethered her to not-Barbara. Then he took her by the shorter chain that still dangled from her neck. He gave it a tug. “C’mon, elf-girl.”

Kimberley rose, and followed him as he led her out of the cage. He locked it behind them, and took her upstairs.

Was this it? Kimberley wondered. Was she going to be turned over to the other men now, and taken back into the woods? The thought made her angry, unhappy. She didn’t want to leave here!

As they went up the stairs, Bullet-head passed them, going down. He was grinning, and he gave her and Alpha a quick nod as he went by. Kimberley’s anger flamed higher, but she said nothing. Alpha led her upstairs, through the living room, past not-Barbara’s original captors, who were sacked out, asleep, in two of the old easy chairs. And then, he led her outside… Kimberley wasn’t angry any more, but she was mightily puzzled. What was going on? Was she being traded or not? Did Alpha just want to fuck her outdoors? So soon after he had used not-Barbara? Wondering, she followed him down the steps, down the pathway towards the lake. In the daylight, Kimberley could see that the lake here was wide, but further out, it was narrower, and closely ringed by steep, wooded hills. There had been a big wall map, back at the lodge where she had started this adventure. It showed a big, sprawling lake, formed when a dam had backed water up into the twisting mountain valleys. Maybe this lake was a part of that bigger lake. Alpha led her out onto a narrow dock, out towards the end of it. The water looked dark. She already knew it was cold.

“Sit,” he ordered. Kimberley sat down carefully. The dock was old and wooden, and while it had felt worn fairly smooth to her bare feet, she didn’t want to risk a splinter. She let her legs dangle over the side so that her toes just touched the water. Alpha took the handcuffs off of her, and sat down next to her, smiling. Absently rubbing her wrists, she turned to look at him, even more puzzled now.

“You can talk if you want now, elf-girl.”

Kimberley opened her mouth, hesitated.

“Go ahead,” he urged.

“What…what’s going on?” she asked. “I don’t understand.”

He shifted a little closer to her and began to unlock the chain from around her neck. “Nothing to understand, elf-girl. There’s a boat coming soon to take you back. You’re free.”

For a long moment, Kimberley could not find any words. “It’s
over
?!” she exclaimed at last. But…but it can’t be. I haven’t been here that long…”

“Ah, elf-girl…” Alpha put an arm around her shoulders, gave her a quick little hug. “You don’t think we’d’ve kept you here ‘til the very last minute? Could you go straight back to work from this? No, no. You’re a tough little thing, but you still need a couple of days to recover.” He took her hand, held it up. “You need time for these bruises to fade too. And most of all, you’re going to find that you need sleep. Lots of sleep.” He fell silent, his arm still around her, and Kimberley leaned a little close to him.
It was over? Just like that? No warning? No…

“Hey,” she spoke up.

“What?”

“I don’t get a last fuck? From anybody?”

He chuckled again. “Elf-girl, that’s one of the main rules about getting repeat customers: Leave ‘em wanting more. I was watching you in the cell. You really want more.”

“You’re a bastard.” Kimberley shot back. “You’re
all
bastards!” But there wasn’t anywhere near as much venom in the words as she’d intended. Already, part of her was glad it was over, was looking forward to hot baths, big, soft beds, and room service. And yet….

“So you think I’ll come back?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “That’s up to you.”

“Do you hope I’ll come back?”

He looked at her and smiled. “Elf-girl…I’m not allowed to say. Even if I was, there’s no guarantee I’d be here if you did. So why bring it up?”

Kimberley nibbled at her lower lip as she thought this over. Right now, she couldn’t say if she’d come back or not. It had certainly been…different. She had absolutely hated parts of it, at least while they had been happening. Now, looking back… She sighed. Looking back, things were much less distinct. Looking back, it all seemed to be part of one long trek: First, the physical one, through the woods, on her own and as a naked captive. Then, the one through herself, here in this cabin. Sitting on the dock, feeling the warm sun beating down on her bare flesh, she wondered if this was the end of that trek. Or was it just the end for now? She was leaving here with things undone. She wanted Alpha to take her again, or even just to watch as one of his henchmen did. And she had been kind of looking forward to wearing that dildo harness and using it on not-Barbara. She chuckled herself. Yes, they were definitely leaving her wanting more.