Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (36 page)

“All right,” Kimberley nodded at last, “let’s go in.”

They entered the barn, passing from bright daylight into deep, deep shade so quickly that Kimberley had to pause to let her eyes adjust. She noticed that while the men were all crowded around the opened doors, not one of them…not even Greg…had crossed the threshold after them. She let herself breathe a little easier.

There was a faint noise to her right. Kimberley turned her head to look. Both sides of the barn seemed to be taken up by regularly spaced stalls, exactly as one would find in a real horse barn. But the occupant of the first stall to her right was no horse. She was kneeling on a blanket thrown over a layer of fresh straw, held there by chains that ran from D-rings set in her collar to other rings set into the heavy wooden planks that made up the sides of the stall. She was also naked. Her hands appeared to be bound or chained behind her. Kimberley couldn’t tell which. For a brief moment she thought that this was Anne, but even with the peculiar head harness that incorporated a ball gag and thick pads over her eyes, Kimberley could tell from her shoulder-length pale blonde hair that this was some other woman, more pale-skinned and plumper than Anne. The woman stirred, shifting her weight and rustling the straw. That was the noise that had drawn Kimberley’s attention. It sounded a lot like dried leaves being scuffed underfoot.

“This way, Mi…Elf-Girl,” the woman beckoned. Kimberley shrugged and followed, taking quick glances to the left and right as she walked to see if any of the other stalls were occupied. None of them were, until they came to the last one on the left. Anne was in that one, pacing back and forth, fully clothed, and not looking too happy.

“Took you long enough,” she snarled when she saw Kimberley.

“It’s good to see you again too, Anne.” Kimberley smiled. “It’s been too long, really. Now what’s this all about?”

“I’ll show you what it’s all about…” Anne fumed, coming closer.

Kimberley dropped her pack and shifted into one of the two karate stances she could still remember…just in case. She could get in one pretty good kick from this position. After that…well, she probably should have kept up with those lessons. Too late now.

“Miss Taunton, here,” the black-dress woman interrupted by stepping between them, “Has made an unusual request: Unusual, but not unheard-of.”

“What’s that got to do with me?” Kimberley straightened up warily.

“Miss Taunton has also requested that you…ah…be a witness.”

“Okay.” Kimberley folded her arms. “I’m getting
really
tired of this crap. Can I just get the full story without having to ask any
more
freaking questions?”

“You short-haired little bitch!” Anne exploded.

“Please, Miss Taunton.” Black-dress woman held up a hand. Her voice was mild, but Anne subsided. The woman turned towards Kimberley. “My name is Evelyn. As I said, I am a proctor here. I arrange and oversee things and make sure that the rules are followed.”

“All right,” Kimberley nodded. “Go on.”

“Miss Taunton here has made a request for some special arrangements here. She has also requested that you be present as a witness.”

“As a witness to what? I don’t see anything going on here, special or otherwise.”

“Please, Mi…Elf-Girl,” Evelyn said. “Let me finish.”

“Please do.” Kimberley smiled sweetly past Evelyn at Anne, who did not smile back.

“Miss Taunton is going to forego her immunity for…an hour, was it?” Evelyn looked back over her shoulder at Anne, who nodded assent. “Yes. One hour. She has also selected several men who will be permitted to use her as they wish for that hour.”

“And she wants me to watch all this?” Kimberley regarded Anne. “And then what? I tell her she’s not a cocktease after all? Geez, ‘Miss Taunton’, aren’t you going just a little bit overboard with all this? Your friend Jessie…” Her voice trailed off as she suddenly realized something. “Your friend Jessie…” Kimberley went on, “she doesn’t really like men, does she?”

Anne’s face went from red to white, and Kimberley knew she’d scored a hit. “But you do,” she continued. “Don’t you? So maybe this isn’t just about you showing me that you aren’t a cocktease??”

“Never mind all that,” Anne snapped back. “Will you witness or not?”

Kimberley thought for a moment. “All right,” she agreed. “On one condition.”

“What condition?” Anne demanded.

Kimberley grinned at her. “I get to pick one more man. I think you’ll like him. I know I do.”

Anne insisted on seeing this extra man first. Kimberley took Evelyn back to the entrance and waved Greg over. Greg came, smiling but looking puzzled.

“This is him.” Kimberley smiled to Evelyn as she took Greg’s arm in both of hers, hugging it. Greg seemed more surprised by her actions than her announcement, but definitely interested in whatever might be going on.

“All right.” Evelyn nodded after looking him over. “Let’s introduce him.” She led the way back towards Anne.

“What is this about?” Greg whispered to Kimberley as they followed.

“Hush.” Kimberley responded. “I think you’ll like it.” She gave his arm an affectionate little squeeze. If it worked out properly, she would like it too.

Anne regarded Greg narrowly. “This is him, huh?” she asked Kimberley.

“Yes, it is.” Kimberley nodded happily, still clinging to his arm.

“Your boyfriend?”

“My stalker.” Kimberley responded.

Anne looked Greg over one more time. “All right,” she sighed. “Let’s get on with it.” She turned to Evelyn. “Call the others in now.”

“What is going on?” Greg demanded, shaking himself free.

“You get to fuck her.” Kimberley explained brightly. “And I get to watch.”

“And the ‘others’ she just mentioned?”

“Oh, they get to fuck her, too.”

“And you get to watch them, too?”

Kimberley smiled up at him. “Well, yeah…but it’s you I want to watch.”

“Really?” Greg did not seem convinced. “Seriously, what’s going on here?”

“Just what I said. Anne seems intent on proving to me that she’s not…what I called her back in the saloon. You only have an hour, though.”

Greg looked at Anne, who was just standing there with an angry, defiant look on her face. Her arms were folded, which pushed her breasts up and against the material of her t-shirt. Slowly, Greg’s expression of doubt faded away, replaced by a look of interested speculation.

Evelyn had gone to collect the other men. Now she returned with the three of them in tow. They all looked to be close to Greg’s age, dressed for the outdoors. Kimberley thought she recognized two of them from the saloon earlier, but she wasn’t sure. One of them was carrying a small coil of tan-colored rope.

Kimberley let go of Greg’s arm and stepped away as Evelyn introduced him to the other three men. He shook hands with all of them. This struck Kimberley as a bit odd…but then, what didn’t out here? As the men began to talk in low tones, Evelyn left them and came over to Kimberley.

“You DO have to stay and watch, you know,” Evelyn said.

“Oh. Sure. No problem.” Kimberley shrugged. She’d watched Barbara get worked over the other night. She could certainly handle this.

“And I have to make sure that you do,” Evelyn continued.

“Of course.” Kimberley nodded. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “But I have a question for you.”

“What might that be?”

“That guy I brought back here,” she nodded towards Greg, “He’s been tracking me since early yesterday.”

Evelyn smiled. “Congratulations. He’s quite attractive.”

Kimberley grinned. “Yeah, he is…but I don’t want to make it easy for him or anybody else, for that matter. He’s been sticking very close to me ever since I got to town.”

Evelyn looked thoughtful. “You don’t plan to stay here overnight then?”

“Well, I did when I first got here…but now I kinda need to shake him off as soon as I can.”

“I see. How much of a head start are you thinking of?”

“As much as I can get. Can you help me? Is that allowed?”

“A moment.” Evelyn held up a hand. “Yes?” she called out to the men.

“We’re all ready,” one of them replied. He was the one with the rope.

“Very well.” Evelyn nodded. “Do you want to strip her yourselves?”

The man grinned. “No,” he answered. “We’d like to watch her do that.”

“Excuse me.” Evelyn patted Kimberley’s arm and walked into Anne’s stall. “You heard them,” she said to Anne. “Remove your clothes. All of them.” She pushed back the sleeve of her dress to look at a wristwatch. “Your hour begins…now.” She stepped back out of the stall and beckoned Kimberley over to her. For now, Kimberley laid her pack down on the floor of the barn. She went to stand alongside Evelyn as the four men, all grinning with anticipation, entered Anne’s stall and took up positions surrounding her. Kimberley noticed for the first time that there was no blanket in the stall, just a thick layer of straw. It looked…pointy. It probably would not be very comfortable.

Anne gave the men surrounding her a quick, angry look. She kicked off the tennis shoes she was wearing. Then she turned her head to look at Kimberley, and the look of anger was replaced by something very like…defiance? Spite? Kimberley wasn’t sure what to call it, but Anne held her gaze as she began to pull her t-shirt off over her head.

There was an appreciative murmur from the men when Anne bared her breasts. They were full, but not especially large, ripe and round and firm with pinkish-brown nipples. They jiggled nicely when she threw the t-shirt into a corner of the stall. She gave Kimberley one last hard look before shucking off her shorts. She didn’t seem to be wearing any panties. The shorts were tossed into the corner with the t-shirt.

The man with the rope came up and roughly yanked her wrists behind her. Anne kept her eyes fixed on Kimberley as she was bound. She winced once as the man yanked the knot tight, but otherwise her expression did not change. Then the man pulled her bound wrists higher up and ran a length of rope around her neck once…twice…and then apparently tied the end off to her wrists. Anne’s concentration on Kimberley evaporated. “Hey…” she licked her lips and quickly looked over towards Evelyn. She didn’t say anything, but her face conveyed the question she didn’t ask: Can they DO this? Evelyn said nothing. Her face showed nothing.

“Shut up.” The man who had tied her slapped her hard on her rump, making her yelp. “On your knees,” he ordered, pushing down on her shoulders with both hands. It was so sudden, and apparently so forceful, that Anne’s legs buckled and she dropped to her knees in the straw. She looked up and around at the men, eyes wide now, and Kimberley wondered if she’d ever actually done anything at all like this before. Just like Cat, though, she was now on the wrong side of her minute to choose.

Kimberley guessed that the man who had tied Anne must be the leader of the group. He had nice, big shoulders and a short black goatee that gave him a definitely sinister look. He stood in front of Anne, looking down at her. Anne would not look up. She kept her eyes fixed on the straw beneath her knees. She didn’t look up even when he reached down with both hands for her breasts and since her head was turned away, Kimberley couldn’t see her expression. She didn’t struggle much, though; just a little wriggling and one faint noise that could have been a weak complaint. After a moment, he let go of her breasts.

“Time for your training, girl.” He had a deep voice that Kimberley found very sexy. She wondered what Anne thought of it, but she still couldn’t see her face.

The man grabbed a fistful of Anne’s hair and yanked her head up. “You look here,” he told her, pointing to his own eyes. “You understand me? You look here!”

Anne nodded…well, she tried to nod, but with him holding on to her hair all she could manage was a jerky bob. Kimberley was pretty sure what was going to happen next.

She was wrong. Instead of getting his cock out and making Anne take him in her mouth, Mr. Sinister briefly looked up and nodded to one of his henchmen before fixing his eyes on Anne’s again. Anne whimpered. Maybe she would have looked around to see what was coming, but he had such a tight grip on her hair that she couldn’t. Kimberley saw the henchman take something out of a pocket. He shook it out with a snap of his wrist. It looked like a miniature cat-o’-nine-tails. He flicked it once, not hard, against Anne’s unprotected ass. Anne flinched at the sting. She yelped and tried to twist her head around.

It was useless. Sinister simply gripped her hair tighter and he gave her head a rough shake, putting his face closer to hers.

“You look here!” he repeated. “HERE!!” Anne whimpered again. She really looked scared now, Kimberley thought. The man standing behind Anne flicked the whip across her ass again, lightly. Anne shuddered, but this time she didn’t try to move. Again. Anne whimpered, but she barely moved at all this time.

Kimberley, watching intently, wondered just what was the point of such a mild whipping. From the sound of the strips of leather hitting Anne’s bare and vulnerable flesh, it had to sting, but it didn’t look as if it stung all that much. After the first few hits, Anne seemed to be able to endure it without too much trouble. The man doing the whipping wasn’t even keeping to a regular rhythm. Sometimes the strokes came closely together, other times there were long pauses between the strokes.

Then the whip-handler smacked Anne’s rump with a much harder blow. Anne shrieked and tried to twist away again, with no more success than before. “HERE!” Sinister bellowed at her as the whip came down again, almost immediately, with a much lighter touch. There was another pause. It was very quiet in the barn now, except for Anne’s moaning.

Kimberley suddenly understood what was going on. Anne couldn’t tell when the next blow was coming or how hard it would be, or, for that matter, how long this would go on. Well, obviously, it couldn’t go on past the appointed hour, but right now time was going VERY slowly for Anne, and even one agonizing minute could seem like an hour. Kimberley watched with interest, trying to imagine herself in Anne’s place. How would she be reacting about now?

WHAP! It was the hardest hit yet. Anne shrieked again, but she did not even try to pull free and she obediently kept her eyes locked with Sinister’s. Kimberley could see tears welling up in Anne’s eyes. The next stroke was so light that it was more like a caress, but Anne flinched at the touch anyway. The maddening, irregular punishment went on until Kimberley found herself flinching in sympathy with each stroke, hard or light. How long was this going to continue? What were these men trying to do? She looked quickly at Greg. He was standing out of the way, in a corner of the stall, watching the proceedings intently. Did he know what was going on or was he watching this to learn something new? He must have felt her gaze on him, because he looked up. He smiled in a most unreassuringly way and winked at her before returning his attention to Anne’s ordeal.