Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (30 page)

Bull unzipped his pants and took out a cock that looked as thick as a salami and almost as long. No wonder they called him Bull, Kimberley thought to herself. She watched him grip Barbara’s hair and pull her head up. He said something to Barbara that Kimberley didn’t catch and then moved his cock closer to Barbara’s face. Barbara hesitated, then leaned forward and upward to kiss the swollen tip. Bull grunted and let go of her hair. He went around behind her and knelt between her legs as Slapper had. Kimberley heard Barbara whimper just once before Bull took her. Unlike Slapper, Bull went slowly. As he pushed his cock further and further in, Barbara’s back slowly arched and her head came up until she was almost looking straight up at the night sky. Her hair fell away from her face, and Kimberley could see that Barbara’s eyes were shut tight, but her mouth was gaping open, her lips drawn back from her teeth. She let out a long, loud, low moan that rose in pitch as Bull thrust himself all the way in until it was almost another shriek. Kimberley saw her hand, no longer balled into a fist, slapping the ground hard, like a wrestler caught in a painful pin. Bull got a grip on her hair and held on to it as he began fucking her, slowly and deliberately. Barbara was moaning in time with Bull’s powerful thrusts.

This was good. Oh, this was good! Kimberley kept her eyes fixed on Barbara and Bull and began to masturbate again. She was so hot now! And Jack and Ralphie were still waiting their turns. She bit down on the bandana hard.

She was very close to coming when she was interrupted by an arm and a leg sliding over her prone body. Startled, she whirled around onto her back to see who this intruder was. She saw a woman’s face inches from her own. It was the face of an older woman, in her mid-30s, Kimberley guessed, attractive enough but a bit too spare to be called ‘pretty’ or ‘Attractive.’ The woman was smiling, but the smile did not quite touch those two intense brown eyes.

“Sssshhhh.” The woman held a long finger up to her lips. She nodded towards the clearing. “Friend of yours?” she asked in a hoarse whisper. Heart pounding, Kimberley nodded, unable to look away from those eyes. Something about them reminded her of a tiger or a puma…some formidable lone predator. The woman’s smile widened, showing even, white teeth. Sharp teeth, Kimberley thought…especially those canines. “You want to watch?” she breathed. Again, all Kimberley could do was nod. “Good,” the woman nodded. “I want to watch too.” She gently rolled Kimberley back onto her side, and her hand slid down to Kimberley’s crotch. It closed over Kimberley’s hand through the fabric of her shorts and panties. “Here…” she murmured into Kimberley’s ear, her warm breath making Kimberley shudder. “Let me help…”

Still shocked and confused, Kimberley realized for the first time that this woman seemed to be clad all in black, even her hair covered by some kind of black knitted cap. Kimberley kept her head twisted around to look back at this intruder until Barbara shrieked again.

Bull had quickened his rhythm, pounding Barbara hard now. He’d pulled her tawny blonde head back even further, until her torso, shining with sweat in the firelight, was bent into an almost impossible curve. Partly obscured by her long hair, Barbara’s breasts quivered with each of Bull’s thrusts. Kimberley felt the woman’s hand gently urging her own back into motion, and she shuddered from the intensity of the feeling.

“That’s it…” the woman purred into Kimberley’s sensitive ear as Kimberley’s hand began to move on its own, slowly at first. “That’s it…” Kimberley whimpered softly into the bandana still stuffed in her mouth. Who was this woman? What did she want? And how had she managed to sneak up on her so silently? The woman’s leg was still across hers, gently pinning them down. She might be able to break free, to get up, but it would make so much noise that the men would hear it even over all of the noise Barbara was making. She was in no shape to start running immediately with her shorts unbuckled and opened as they were.

“Ahhh…” the woman exhaled softly, making Kimberley shudder again. “Your friend is beautiful and very noisy, isn’t she?” Her hand was still in position over Kimberley’s, but now it was just matching Kimberley’s movements. Barbara was howling now as Bull pumped her furiously. Kimberley’s hand quickened to match the rhythm of Bull’s rapid thrusts.

Then the woman took Kimberley’s exposed ear gently between her teeth. Her tongue licked at it softly, feather-light. Kimberley was already very close to orgasm; that pushed her right over the edge and into a spinning, roaring, red and pink abyss. Dimly, she heard Barbara’s long, loud cry and Bull’s grunts as they both came at the same time.

Kimberley felt as if she had melted into a warm, boneless puddle. She could not see very clearly at the moment, but she could hear Barbara moaning and groaning again as another man used her, and she could feel the strange woman gently moving her, rolling her onto her belly, pulling her arms behind her.

“Ssshhh…quiet, my little Elf-Girl,” the woman whispered soothingly. “I’m not going to turn you over to those men.”

It didn’t sound all that reassuring to Kimberley…and how did this woman know the name she was going by out here? She felt cords biting into her crossed wrists. Dammit! She complained through the now soggy bandana.

“Oh, don’t worry…” the woman went on softly, softly…”We’ll both stay until those men are done with your friend.” She knotted the bonds on Kimberley’s wrists tightly, then moved forward on her hands and knees until she was straddling Kimberley’s prone form. She moved her mouth very close to Kimberley’s ear. “I want to watch too,” she whispered, and then her tongue flicked against Kimberley’s ear, making her shiver.

“My, my…” the woman went on, in the same intimate tone. “Your ears are very sensitive, aren’t they?” Kimberley gave one low, muffled grunt. Then she felt the woman securing the bandana in place with another length of rope. “I’m sure there’s more to learn about you, Elf-Girl. But for now, let’s watch your friend. It’s very…arousing, don’t you think?” She rolled Kimberley back onto her side, refastened her shorts and carefully buckled the belt.

It was very difficult to pay much attention to Jack’s turn at fucking Barbara. He took her from behind, just as Slapper and Bull did. “No ingenuity…” the strange woman whispered disapprovingly. It also seemed as if Bull had taken something out of Barbara. Her head hung low, and the only noises she made now were weak moans and whimpers. It didn’t help that the woman was cuddled up close behind her, spoon-fashion. She had one leg thrown over Kimberley’s legs while her free hand caressed and explored Kimberley’s torso, sliding under her shirt, under her sports bra, cupping a breast. Kimberley retaliated by trying to dig her fingers into the woman’s belly, but it was too well-muscled, and the woman only laughed quietly and throatily into her ear. Somehow that laugh also reminded Kimberley of a lone predator, amused by the last futile struggles of her prey. She closed her eyes. Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! It wasn’t supposed to go like this!

“Hey, Ralphie! You up for it now or what?”

Kimberley opened her eyes and tried to ignore the long, strong fingers caressing and tweaking her nipples. Whoever this strange woman was, she kept her nails fairly long and, as far as Kimberley was concerned, unnecessarily sharp.

“Yeah. I am now!” Ralphie stood up. He looked a bit unsteady on his feet. Maybe he was drunk. He’d sure been hitting that bottle pretty hard.

“How d’ya want her?” Slapper laughed. Ralphie wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Tie ‘er hands,” he said. His words were slurred, angry.

“Ahhhh…” the woman purred, “this might be interesting.” She pinched Kimberley’s nipple, making her squeak. “Pay attention now, Elf-girl.”

Barbara struggled weakly as they hauled her up into a kneeling position and tied her hands behind her with some kind of brown rope. Her lovely long hair was a mess now, tangled, dirty and matted here and there with sweat. She seemed to have some inkling as to what was coming, because she was shaking her head. Ralphie picked something up from the floor of the lean-to and handed it to Slapper before wobbling over to stand in front of Barbara. He took the end of her leash from Bull’s hand and gave it a nasty yank, glowering at Barbara the whole time.

“Damn bitch!” he growled. “What the hell were y’ tryin’ t’do? Y’know how fucking SORE I am?”

“I’m sorry!” Barbara wailed. “Please! I’m sorry!”

Ralphie grinned evilly. “You’re gonna be sorrier, you bitch!” He backhanded her clumsily. Kimberley winced at the sound. Barbara tried to put her head down, turn away, but Bull yanked her back upright. Ralphie unbuckled his jeans and shoved them down around his knees. “Now,” he snarled at Barbara, thrusting his cock at her face, “Suck it!”

“No! Please!” Barbara turned her head away. How much of the act was real and how much wasn’t Kimberley couldn’t tell.

Ralphie turned to Slapper. “Boss?” he nodded towards Barbara. Slapper nodded and began walking towards Barbara. He held in his hand whatever Ralphie had handed him earlier. Kimberley couldn’t tell what it was. It was black, about as long as Slapper’s forearm, and half as wide as his hand. As he walked, he flicked it back and forth. Whatever it was, it wriggled a little as he did that. He came up to Barbara and held it up so she could see. Kimberley peered at it intently, trying to ignore the other woman’s hand as it fondled, probed and pinched. It looked like some sort of wide leather strap.

“No…” Barbara recoiled from it. “No! I’ll be good!”

Slapper patted her cheek and smiled. “Yes, you will,” he agreed. “But first…” he patted her cheek less gently and stepped to one side of her, raising his arm.

Barbara yelped as the strap came down hard across her backside. Two more hard strokes, two more yelps, and Ralphie thrust his cock into Barbara’s face again. “I SAID SUCK IT!!!” he yelled. Whimpering, Barbara leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Eyes closed, she began to suck at it with small, slow, back-and-forth motions of her head and upper body.

“You can do better than that!” Ralphie yelled. “Come on, bitch!” He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her towards him. Barbara choked, sputtered and tried to pull away. As if he were waiting for her to do that, Slapper brought the strap down across her ass again. It made a noise like a shot, and Kimberley flinched.

“Ahhh…” the woman breathed. “This is better! Isn’t it, my little Elf-Girl?”

Barbara kept trying to pull away, which only earned her more vicious blows with the strap. She tried to protect herself with her bound hands, but then Slapper aimed for whatever wasn’t covered at the moment.

It occurred to Kimberley that Ralphie was taking a big risk trying to keep his cock stuffed into Barbara’s mouth while she was being whipped. Barbara had teeth, after all…but then, Ralphie was more than a little drunk. Then Barbara seemed to give up the fight entirely. She leaned forward, taking more and more of Ralphie in, almost frantically. He kept his hand on the back of her head, but let her pull away a little to draw one noisy breath. Then she took him in even deeper, burying her pert little nose in the mat of dark, curly hairs with a loud nasal grunt. Slapper grinned and stopped using the strap on her, but Barbara’s desperate attempts to please never slackened. She would pull back until just the head of Ralphie’s cock was still in her mouth and then lunge forward, no doubt getting short-and-curlies up her nose, accompanying the actions with gasps for air and grunts as he hit the back of her throat. Kimberley found that she was salivating at the sight.

“Your friend is very good at that,” the woman observed, whispering right into Kimberley’s ear. “I’m glad we stayed to watch.”

Kimberley made a rude noise through her gag and tried to shrug the woman away. All that got her was a whispery chuckle and a nipple pinched so painfully as to make her squeak. She subsided, and tried to concentrate on watching Barbara.

Barbara had slowed down a little, but she was still taking Ralphie all the way in with each stroke, and Ralphie seemed to be enjoying it immensely. He let her set the pace, but he kept his hand on her head. His head tilted back and he groaned. Barbara kept sucking him. When he groaned again, either Barbara quickened her pace or he used his hand to make her do it. Whatever the case, in a few minutes Barbara was making complaining noises with each quick, deep thrust…but she did not try to pull away. Suddenly, Ralphie clamped both hands around Barbara’s head and held her there, her face up against his belly again as he groaned and gasped and smiled. Barbara squeaked and squealed loudly through her nose, writhing and shifting her weight from knee to knee as he emptied himself down her throat. When Ralphie finally let go of her, she fell heavily onto her side in the dirt, mouth open and gasping for air. She barely seemed to notice when they tied her ankles with more of that dark brown rope, but she did manage to struggle a little as they put her in a hogtie.

“I think that the show is over,” the woman whispered. “I think we should be going now.” She quietly drew Kimberley back from the fringe of cover they’d been hidden in and helped her just as quietly to her feet. Kimberley didn’t particularly want to go with her, but her only other choice seemed to be to fight and make enough noise so that Barbara’s captors came over to break things up. She did not want Barbara to see her get fucked by those men as she had watched Barbara get fucked by them, and she still wasn’t at all sure who this woman was, or what she wanted. There were supposed to be some woman-hunting women out here…was she one of them? Whoever or whatever she was, she was taller than Kimberley by almost a head, and she seemed to be very strong. Unhappy at this turn of events, but resigned, Kimberley let the woman lead her away.

Chapter Seven

The woman was indeed dressed all in black, and it would have been difficult for Kimberley to follow her through the woods at night except that the woman kept a strong and painful grip on Kimberley’s hair. At least it was better than being led naked and barefoot on a leash, Kimberley consoled herself. But how was this woman finding her way? It was very dark now, and Kimberley could hardly see anything at all.

They walked for what seemed to be a long, long time with many turnings, until Kimberley was completely lost. This might be the woman’s intention, she thought. She was truly and deeply furious with herself. Here she had worked and planned to get Barbara captured so that she could go off on her own and create the legend of Elf-Girl. Then she let herself be captured…by a woman!…while she was indulging herself watching Barbara get worked over by her new owners. DAMMIT! How could she have been so careless?