Female Prey & the Elusive Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  “Time to get to work.” He told Kurt. “Lots to do today.”

  Kurt grunted again, but slowly sat up, yawning. “How’s the girl?” he asked, rubbing his bald scalp with one hand.

  “Ready for more.” He chuckled.

  “Whether she wants it or not, eh?” Kurt grinned.

  Ron looked over to where elf-girl was staked out. Now that she wasn’t struggling, or even awake, she looked awkward all splayed out like that. “The first days are always hard.” He replied. “What do we have for breakfast?”

  It was the smell of coffee that woke her. She wondered sleepily who was making it, and why was she sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. When she tried to move the cords bit into her wrists and ankles and realization hit her like a bucket of cold water. For a moment she yanked at her bonds in sheer panic. Then, with an effort, she relaxed as best she could and raised her head- also as best she could- to look around. There’d been a bad moment when she’d feared that they’d just gone off and left her here, but she could see them sitting around the campfire and the sight gave her an equally brief moment of relief before she realized that they were not done abusing her. Were they going to leave her like this all day? She felt exhausted, her arms and legs had odd twinges and cramps, and she was sore between her legs as she’d never been before. She was also thirsty. The gag was a sodden lump in her mouth. As a faint smell of cooking drifted past her nose she realized she was ravenously hungry as well.

  She tugged experimentally at her bonds one last time, knowing it was hopeless but hating the thought of just lying there waiting. She settled for flexing her hands and feet, trying to improve the circulation in them. They looked dark and felt cold, and her exercise of them brought that familiar pins-and-needles sensation. She concentrated on that. It kept her from thinking too much about anything else.

  “She’s awake.” Kurt nudged Ron and nodded towards elf-girl. Looking up, Ron could see fingers and toes wriggling and smiled. He wolfed down the last of his breakfast, a dry biscuit, and stood. “Start breaking camp.” He said. “Lots of ground to cover today.” He brushed off his hands and started over towards their captive.

  Kimberley stiffened as she saw the big black leader of the group coming towards her. Was he going to use her again? Now? She met his eyes. He was smiling faintly. He squatted down beside her and began loosening her gag. It wasn’t until it was out that she realized how uncomfortable her jaws felt. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a dry croak.

  “Thirsty?” he asked her. He held up a small canteen, and she nodded warily, not sure if he’d actually give her water. But he unscrewed the cap and held the canteen to her mouth, letting a slow trickle flow over her lips. She tried to raise her head to get more, but he moved the canteen so she still only got a little. His other hand was playing with her breasts, but she was so focused on that water that she barely noticed. She swallowed one hard-won mouthful, then another. He let her have a little more before removing the canteen and capping it.

  She looked up at him, licked her still-dry lips. “Please…” she said huskily. “Please, just let me go. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

  “Let you go?” he raised his eyebrows in a parody of surprise. “Like this? How would you get back to the lodge? No, elf-girl, you’re gonna have to stay with us for a while.”

  “You…” Kimberley swallowed “You could call them to come pick me up.” Her face took on a sly, confidential expression. “I’ll do anything you want until they get here.”

  He smiled. “You’re gonna do that anyway.” He ran a finger slowly around her lips and she tried to pull away, anger starting to kindle in her eyes. He was glad to see she wasn’t broken yet, although it would have been interesting to see just how far she’d go if they’d pretended to agree to her request. He really wanted to feel those lips around his cock, and the thought was getting him aroused, but there was too much to do right now. He stood up and walked back to the campsite. Behind him, Kimberley bit back the words she wanted to scream at them. It would be pointless, after all, and she’d need her strength.

  She could see them breaking camp, and wondered what they had in mind for her. The few possibilities she could think of were all equally unpleasant.

  They finally came over to her, backpacks slung, and she realized for the first time that the squat bald one carried a scope-sighted rifle. She didn’t have much time to think about that, though, because they started cutting her wrists free, then sat her up and began tying her hands behind her.

  “You don’t have to do that.” She objected, but they ignored her. Once they had her secured, they cut the ropes binding her legs and lifted her roughly to her feet. Her ankles felt weak, watery, and she would have fallen if they hadn’t held her up. Then, to her horror, the leader began tying a rope around her neck He made sure it wouldn’t choke her, and the length of it hanging free made it clear to her what it was: A leash.

  “No.” she gritted, struggling. “Dammit, NO!”

  “Shut up.” The leader said mildly, cuffing her with one big hand. “You talk, we gag you again. Got it?”

  Kimberley glared up at him, but nodded and then had to look away.

  “Good.” He said. “Let’s go.” He gave the leash a quick tug.

  It was pure Hell. For a while one or the other of her captors walked alongside her, holding her up by an arm because her ankles were still uncertain, but her bare feet felt every tiny hard thing there was to feel. Dry grass blades poked at her soles, pebbles tried to bruise her, and they made very slow progress until they got to a sandy trail that wound into the woods, downhill, headed towards the lake. She felt a bit steadier on her feet now, and when the bald captor went to take her arm she shook him off with a snarl. He only chuckled, and let her walk on her own.

  The trail was only a little better on her feet. The leader set a pace she could keep up with, at least. She knew the other two, following behind, were watching her- she could almost feel their eyes roaming over her body- but she resisted turning around to glare at them. She needed all her concentration on the trail anyway, to keep from stepping on something painful. It was especially hard with her hands bound behind her. Even so, her abused body kept demanding attention. Her wrists and ankles felt chafed and raw, the muscles of her legs kept giving her sharp little twinges (though they were less sharp as time went on). The soreness between her legs was a constant, though, and the tug of the rope around her neck was maddening, underlining her condition with every step. She HATED this! Being relatively helpless for an hour or two of sex play with a man had been…stimulating. But this just went on and on. She was tired, hungry, dirty, still thirsty and utterly miserable and if she ever ran into Barbara again…

  He could hear the small noises of pain she made whenever she stepped on something hard on the trail, and the occasional sighs. They weren’t moving fast at all, but the hike was breaking her down, bit by bit, like a Chinese water torture. There was a very good chance she’d try to rebel at some point on the trail, either by fighting or just refusing to go on, and there were ways to handle that. He had experience on his side. Plus numbers.

  After about an hour, they came to a rare grassy clearing and he signaled a halt. Elf-girl looked at him blankly before she realized they were done hiking for the moment. Then she collapsed slowly to lie on her side in the grass with a weary moan. He, Kurt and Lloyd shed their backpacks to lie down themselves, and he took the opportunity to study their cute little captive as she lay there with her eyes closed: Likely asleep already, he thought. She did look a bit worn, but so far the actual physical abuse she’d suffered had been minor. It was still so far beyond anything she might have experienced so far, though, that it had to be making an impression. Her rounded little rump looked so appealing, even with the dirt and bits of grass that still clung to it from last night, that he went over to run his hands over it. There was solid, springy muscle under the soft, soft skin, and it felt good to the touch. His atentions drew no more than a mild frown and
a sleepy noise of complaint from her. He expanded his fondling to her thighs, and her body gave one tiny shiver.

  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 were 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.