Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (8 page)

It was time to be moving again. He awoke her with one hard, open-handed slap on her rear and began tugging her to her feet. She’d only gotten up on her knees when she looked up at him wearily. “Water.” She said, licking dry lips. “Please.” Smiling, he opened his canteen and held it out to her, watching as she eagerly opened her mouth for it and leaned forward, with the same look of single-minded purpose he knew she’d eventually have for getting something else entirely into her mouth. He let her drink greedily for only a few gulps, then took the canteen away. “Up, elf-girl.” He told her, giving her leash a tug for emphasis. Her eyes went dull again, and she struggled to her feet, grimacing.

They hiked for the most part in silence, except for the small, painful or weary noises made by elf-girl. At regular intervals they’d stop to rest, and elf-girl was quicker to collapse and slower to get up after each one. She was getting close to balking, he was sure. They hadn’t told her where they were taking her, or how long it would take to get there, and he was a bit surprised she hadn’t asked. The threat of gagging her again must have had more of an impact than he’d expected. Of course, she might have just decided to endure whatever was coming with stoic silence. They did that sometimes, but he didn’t think it was going to last long with elf-girl. She certainly wasn’t too proud to ask for water after each halt, even if she wasn’t quite so openly anxious to get it as she had been the first time. That eager, hungry look was burned into his mind, a promise of things to come.

This was so unlike any previous experience she’d ever had that Kimberley was completely unsure what to do. Different ideas kept floating through her mind: All of them fell between gritting her teeth and bearing whatever they would do to her and making them fight for every damned inch. As much as she wanted to, though, fighting just didn’t seem to be a viable option. There were three of them, all bigger and stronger than she was, and the casual cuffs and slaps they’d given her so far showed that they had no compunctions about using force…or pain…on her. In the meantime, she had to pick her way along this seemingly endless trail, and choosing where to step next took so much of the attention she could muster, as tired as she was, that there was little left over to plan anything. Other thoughts kept drifting up, too, distracting her, like that old fantasy about being captured by pirates. How young had she been when she first dreamed up that one? It had been safely and remotely thrilling back then. In a fantasy you never got tired, hungry, thirsty, dirty or felt anything like the pains of this all-too-real reality.

The big, black leader of the group signaled another halt, this time by the banks of a stream. Kimberley closed her eyes, sank to her knees and then slowly toppled over onto her side. Hands were on her body again, as they had been at every halt, but this time they didn’t stop her from slipping into an uncomfortable sleep. When a thumb began probing between her lips and then into her mouth she barely even noticed, and didn’t try to bite, as she had earlier.

He was a bit disappointed at elf-girl’s lack of response. It wasn’t as enjoyable handling them if they just laid there motionless. He supposed she really could be as tired as she seemed, and not faking it in an attempt to gain some small sympathy or mercy. They did that sometimes, but it had been a long and grueling chase to run her down, and he was feeling a bit tired himself. He pinched one pink nipple, and was rewarded with only a sleepy murmur and a faint frown.

He let the rest halt run a few minutes over the norm, and then gave elf-girl’s sweetly-rounded rump a slap to wake her. Her body jerked in reflex, but her eyes stayed closed and she didn’t move. Faking? He nodded to Lloyd, who grinned before getting a cupful of cold stream water and dashing it into her pretty little face. She jerked again, spluttered, rolled wearily onto her back and looked up at them, licking her lips unconsciously for as much of the water as she could scavenge.

“No.” she said. It wasn’t a plea.

“Come on, elf-girl.” He chuckled, tugging at her leash. “Time to be moving.”

“No.” she repeated, closing her eyes. “No more.”

He was a bit impressed. No histrionics, no claiming that she wouldn’t take another step, no list of complaints, just: “no.” It wouldn’t do her any good, but she had guts.

“You can’t quit, elf-girl.” He told her quietly, giving her leash another little tug. She didn’t move.

The mild tone of his voice sent a quiver of fear through her, but Kimberley ignored it. They could drag her by her neck if they wanted, but she wasn’t going to take another step. She was at her limit, and almost too tired to even care what might happen. A part of her was certain that they wouldn’t do her any lasting or serious damage, and at the moment she couldn’t think of anything else they could do that would be so much worse than leading her through the woods like this that she’d jump to her feet and follow docilely rather than endure it.

“Last chance.” He told her in the same quiet tone. When she still didn’t move, he nodded to Kurt and Lloyd and was rewarded with feral grins. Kurt in particular liked giving lessons with carefully-calculated pain and discomfort. He almost felt a little sorry for elf-girl, but this was, and had been all along, her choice. Can’t stop the roller coaster until you come to the end of the ride.

He watched as Kurt rolled her onto her belly and sat on her, straddling her hips, holding her down. She didn’t even start struggling until she felt the ropes going around her arms at the elbows, and by then it was too late. She gave one scared and tired look back over her shoulder at what he was doing before clenching her jaws and looking back at the dirt. She quit struggling, giving only small, pained grunts as Kurt cinched her elbows closer and closer. He left about three inches between them before knotting the ropes off. He had an instinct for how far he could go. Eventually, they could bind her so that her elbows would touch, but she needed more practice before that could be done.

“Now what?” Kurt asked, looking up at him. Ron looked around at the surrounding trees and spotted a branch of the right height and thickness. Looking at Kurt, he jerked his head towards it. “Strappado.” He said.

Kimberley didn’t know what the word meant, but she didn’t like the sound of it at all.

When they started hauling her to her feet, she liked it even less. The bald one and the lean one held her upright, hands clamped painfully on her upper arms, and she could feel the leader doing something with more rope to her already-bound wrists. She fought an urge to try to look back and see what he was doing, instead looking grimly at one particular little tree.

She started fighting when it was already too late, after the free end of the rope had been thrown over the branch and caught in Kurt’s eager hands. She let out one long scream as he started pulling her arms up behind her, then stood bent over, whimpering faintly, as he tied the rope off to another, lower branch.

Ron stood in front of her and took a handful of her hair to pull her head up to look at him. Her eyes were wide, scared.

“No, please…” she begged. “I’ll walk! I’ll walk!”

“Aw, now…” he smiled at her, stroking her cheek where a single tear trickled down. “I told you when the last chance was, elf-girl. You gotta learn the lesson now.” He let go of her hair and her head sagged back down. Her body shuddered, and he wondered if she was stifling sobs.

“How…long?” he heard her ask. He didn’t bother to answer. This was as good a place as any to camp for the night, and there were some interesting games that could be played with her like this. He ran a hand down her back, gave her rump an affectionate little squeeze and then a slap. She yelped.

Okay, so there
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worse things than a bound and barefoot hike. Kimberley kept trying to find a less-uncomfortable position, but no matter what she did her shoulders ached from the dual strains of her elbow bindings and the strappado. She knew what the word meant now, all right. For a short time, she was able to distract herself from the pain by imagining what she would do to Barbara, if and when. Then even that didn’t work anymore. She wanted to scream, but no one would hear except her captors, and they’d probably laugh.

They pitched camp, such as it was, closer to the stream and behind their captive where she couldn’t see them. It gave them an interesting view. She kept shifting her feet, sometimes straightening up as best she could to ease the strain on her shoulders, sagging back down to ease the strain on her back. She’d been pretty quiet at the start, except for that scream, but they could hear her starting to whimper and moan.

It had been late in the day when they’d halted here, and now it was getting dark. Lloyd started a fire as they rested, watching the slow, pained movements of their captive. She was getting louder, but so far hadn’t begged to be released. She had a stubborn streak in her.

Maybe it was time to do something about that. Ron got up and strolled over to her. He gripped her by her hips and pulled her close to him, rubbing slowly against her. She gave a little start at his touch, and tried to crane her neck so she could look back at him. He could only see one eye. It was wide, frightened.

“You look real good like this, elf-girl.” He chuckled. “Can’t hardly control myself.” He pushed a booted foot between her ankles and started making her spread her legs with alternate little kicks to each ankle. She sagged in her bonds with a despairing little moan, head hanging low. He reached around to maul one small breast before running his hand down her belly and between her legs. She wasn’t at all ready. He searched for her clit with his fingers and began to massage it slowly.

“No…” she moaned, shaking her head. “Please, no…”

He gripped her by her hair, pulling her head back until she squealed with the fresh pain.

“Okay, elf-girl.” He leaned over to murmur into her ear. “We’ll just leave you like this ‘til you ask for it….pretty please.”

“Fuck…you…” she gritted through clenched teeth.

“You didn’t ask pretty please.” He chuckled, letting go of her hair. He gave her ass a swat before walking back to the campfire where Lloyd had started coffee.

They sat by the fire and watched her as they drank the coffee It was too strong, but Lloyd always made it that way. They ate what was left of their rations. There wasn’t anything left that needed cooking, and what there was was pretty tasteless.

“Half hour.” Kurt said, watching elf-girl’s legs and ass closely. It was much darker now, and the firelight threw interesting shadows on her body as she writhed slowly, making little noises of pain and discomfort.

“I think she’ll hold out longer.” Ron disagreed mildly. “She’s one proud and stubborn little piece. Tough, too.”

Kurt shrugged. “Maybe.” He conceded. “Can’t go too much longer’n that without really hurting herself though.”

“She’ll still be able to walk.” Ron replied. Still, Kurt was the expert on this sort of thing. He’d hate to have to cut her down before she begged for it, but she had to be in good enough shape to last through the days and nights to come. It wouldn’t do to have to nurse her back to health first.

Elf-girl let out a louder moan. Her self-control was slipping, overcome by all the abuse her body had suffered and was suffering. Lloyd finally hoisted himself to his feet and ambled over to her to play with her breasts for a little while, kneading the soft, soft flesh and tweaking the pert little nipples. She snarled at him at first, but soon enough was reduced to cries and whimpers. For all that, it was nightfall before she broke down completely and begged for release, “pretty please” and all. By his watch, Ron noted she’d held out for very nearly the half hour Kurt had predicted. She might have lasted a bit longer but for Lloyd’s attentions.
Chapter Six

The Second Night

Ron looked at Kurt as elf-girl kept crying and begging to be released, moaning “pretty please” over and over. Kurt grinned back at him. “Told’ja.” He said.

“Yep. You did.” Ron acknowledged. “But now, how much longer do we have before she really gets hurt?”

Kurt shrugged. “Hard to say. She’s been pretty stubborn. Why? What’ve you got in mind?”

Ron told him and Kurt grinned again, a predator’s grin. “If we give her a little slack on her arms, that oughtta do it.” He said. “’Leastaways long enough for us.”

Ron grinned back. “Let’s do it, then.”

“Yep.” Kurt agreed as they stood up and stretched. “Time for school.”

They walked over to her. Lloyd looked up and stopped playing with their captive’s breasts as they approached. When he did that, elf-girl, sniffling, turned her head to look. Tears still dripped from her eyes, but there was a hopeful look there as she saw them coming. Kurt went over to where the rope pulling her arms up and back was tied off to the stub of a low branch and began untying it. Seeing that, elf girl sobbed, dropping her head. “Thank you...thank you…” she groaned.

Ron gripped her hair, pulling her head up to look into her eyes. “It ain’t quite that easy.” He told her as Kurt began giving her some slack. She winced and groaned as her aching arms and shoulders began to get some relief.

“W-what do you mean?” she asked, fear creeping back into her eyes.

“We ain’t fed you so far.” Ron smiled. “Now we’re gonna, and you gotta take what we give you.” She looked confused at first, until Ron began unzipping his pants.

“Oh, God….” She moaned, closing her eyes. She knew better than to argue now, and anything, anything had to be worth stopping this merciless torture. She opened her eyes to find the leader’s massive cock inches from her nose and gulped. “Please….” She shivered. “Can I have some water first? My mouth is so dry…”

Still gripping her by her hair, Ron gave her head a little shake. “No dessert until after you eat.” He chuckled. “Now open the hangar wide, here comes the plane….”

By now it felt as if there was enough slack in the rope for her to stand upright, which would have felt SO good…but his grip on her hair kept her bent over. She made one hopeless effort to straighten, only to be pushed back down with a force that felt irresistible. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth for him.