by S. J. Lewis
He could trace the arch of her ribcage. Along her flanks, in the flickering firelight, he could see the outlines of her ribs. Her breasts still stood out in plump little bulges, even with her lying down like that, seeming to defy gravity. He knew from the evidence gained by his own hands and mouth that that defiance was entirely natural. His fingers twitched at the memory, and he grinned to himself. It wasn’t often that he got to make so detailed an inspection of a captive so soon. Usually he had to tie them down or string them up anyway.
She was no longer in the dungeon cell, waiting. Now she was in some great bedroom in some great castle, the walls paneled in old, dark heavy wood, tall windows open to the velvet night. She wasn’t tired, hungry or dirty any more either, but rested, fed and bathed, lying in the middle of a huge, soft fouposter bed. Somehow, her hair was shoulder-length again too. Silken ropes at her wrists and ankles bound her securely, but not too tightly, to the four thick bedposts, holding her down and displayed, ready for, and accessible to, her approaching captor. It was an old fantasy. Age and use had made it seem threadbare, but now all the colors and feelings and sounds were back with more than their original luster. In her dream, Kimberley stretched and struggled prettily, knowing how delectable she would look like that…to him. Somehow, though, although she knew he was watching her, she never saw him, never felt his touch on her body. In the fantasy, the moment of artful struggle just went on, almost as if it were frozen in time. Still, it had always served to arouse her so that she barely needed to use her own fingers or toys.
He was surprised when she suddenly stretched again, making a tiny little moan. Her arms and legs spread, not widely, and she stayed like that, her back arched, for a moment before subsiding again. He really wished he knew just what dream she was experiencing. He went back to her breasts. They were tipped in deep pink, the areolae about as wide as a quarter, the nipples themselves about as wide as pencil erasers. He noticed that they’d swollen and darkened a bit. It must be a very interesting dream.
This time, it was different, somehow. She could sense it. He was getting closer, closer than he ever had before. She felt a sudden stab of fear, like an icicle through her belly, canceling out the growing heat of her loins. The bonds at her wrists and ankles suddenly felt tighter, and she had much less freedom to move at all. He was approaching, very near now. She knew what he intended, everything he was going to do to her. It was all going to happen the way he wanted, not the way she wanted, and there was nothing she could do about it. Even though she still couldn’t see him, she could somehow feel him, hovering over her. In her dream, she shut her eyes tight so that she couldn’t see, clamped her mouth shut so that she wouldn’t scream. Somehow she knew he wanted her to scream, to fight, to struggle, no matter how hopeless it would be.
All of a sudden, she curled up into a ball on the blanket, whimpering and shivering. While the air had cooled a bit with nightfall, it shouldn’t be enough to chill her. Was she going into some kind of delayed shock? She wrapped her arms around her knees, quivered once more, and was still. He heard one muffled sob. Apparently the dream had ended. He wished he knew what it had been. It would be an interesting insight into what made elf-girl tick, and might help break her down a little quicker. Well, he supposed they’d just have to keep at it the old-fashioned way. Some took to submission more easily than others. Elf-girl was fighting it, holding herself back. They’d just have to go on breaking her down, maybe all the way down to the level of a scared female animal, responding to pain and force before she could find the pleasure. He patted her cute little ass affectionately. With her curled up like that, it was an interesting view. If he weren’t so tired himself, he’d be using her again tonight. Well, there was always the morning. And then, afterwards, all those days and nights at the cabin by the lake. He went over and sat down next to Kurt’s softly snoring form, keeping an eye on elf-girl.
She didn’t sleep very well, in spite of how bone-tired she was. Dreams, frightening visions kept interrupting her rest. The thin blanket did nothing to make the hard ground under it any more comfortable either. She kept half-waking, half-imagining that she’d wake up in her own bed, safe and warm. Every time, realization of her actual condition came crashing down, and every time she had to choke back tears. What had she been thinking? Why had Barbara made it sound so exciting? This was pure, unalloyed misery, degrading and painful. It would take a month of baths to make her feel clean again. She could still taste them in her mouth. She hated that. She hated them. They used her for their pleasure, and hurt her doing it. She tried very hard not to think about what else they would do to her.
Towards morning, she awoke again, not from any dreams but because she had to pee. It hadn’t been a problem earlier because they hadn’t been giving her enough water, just a mouthful here and there. She sat up, groaning as stiffened muscles protested, and looked around, surprised to find that they hadn’t tied her up for the night. But then, what could she do? Naked and exhausted, she wouldn’t get very far before they ran her down. And then they would punish her. She shuddered at the thought.
One of her captors was awake, watching her, and she covered her nakedness with her hands out of reflex. She didn’t know his name, but he was the one who’d raped her third that first night, the one who’d gripped her by her hair so painfully when they’d used her mouth. He was just sitting there by the embers of the campfire, just watching her, face unreadable. Kimberley gulped once.
“I…I have to pee.” She said hesitantly.
He got up slowly and ambled over to her. He smiled as he looked down. “No problem.” He smiled. He took her by her hair, and she came to her feet wincing as he lifted. Well, not entirely to her feet. He kept her in a half-crouch. “Over this way, bitch.” He said. He led her off to the edge of the clearing, halted, and then pushed her down until she was squatting. “Go ahead.” He told her.
Kimberley closed her eyes with a groan. How much worse could this possibly get? When she was done, he took her back to her blanket and made her lie down. She cried herself back to sleep.
Chapter Seven
Day Seven
The day broke gray and overcast, threatening rain. They were all up early, except for elf-girl. She looked all tuckered out, curled up on that blanket. Almost a shame to wake her, Ron chuckled to himself. Lloyd was brewing up the last of their coffee, and the smell reminded him how hungry he was. There wasn’t any food left now, though. Well, the lake cabin wasn’t far off. They ought to get there by midafternoon, even at the slow pace elf-girl was able to keep up. There was plenty of food there. Plus hot showers, real beds, electricity. Once they were there, elf-girl’s education could begin in earnest.
He nudged her with his boot. “C’mon, girl. Time to rise.”
She frowned and murmured some complaint, curling up into a tighter little ball. She was probably dreaming someone was trying to get her up for school. Well, someone was, in a way. He squatted down next to her and gave her round little ass a resounding slap. It echoed like a pistol shot in the still morning air. Nearby, in the woods, a crow voiced complaint.
She came up onto her knees with a yelp, startled, blue eyes flashing anger until she saw his face, grinning, inches away. Those blue eyes went wide in sudden realization and fear, and she drew away with a hissing intake of breath, arms coming up to cross protectively over her breasts.
He just looked at her for a moment until she had to look away. Then he reached out to chuck her lightly under her chin with a forefinger, making her look back at him again. There was fear in those eyes now. “Got to get a move on, elf-girl.” He told her. “Gonna rain, gotta beat it.”
She drew away from his finger, as if the touch were hateful…which it probably was, by now. She didn’t say anything, didn’t ask anything.
“Hey, Kurt.” He called out without looking away from her.
“Yah?” Kurt responded.
“Tie her hands, will ya?”
She started to open her mouth to say something, changed her m
ind. She didn’t put up a fight when Kurt pulled her arms behind her and began binding her wrists.
Kurt was rough. They were all rough, she thought. She was just a piece of meat to them, and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do to stop them. Not really. She just stared into the face of the big, black leader of this rape gang as Kurt tied her hands behind her, her own face a mask.
She was trying not to show any emotion at all as Kurt happily cinched and knotted, but there was a lot going on behind those eyes. If looks could kill, he’d be buried deep right now, and maybe not all in one place. It was good to know that there was still some fight left in elf-girl. It gave them something to do. He smiled back at her until Kurt was done, and then gave her a quick, sharp slap. She gasped in surprise and shock as her head snapped to one side.
She half-turned her head back towards him, looking at him warily, sideways.
“No glaring.” He said, wagging a finger at her, and she turned her head away quickly, looking down. “That’s better.” He chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. She drew back, looking down and away from him.
“I think we should give this little lady some breakfast.” He announced. Kurt and Lloyd, occupied with breaking camp, looked at him, puzzled at first. Then slow grins spread across their faces. Elf-girl looked up at him. The faint hope on her face drained away as she saw his own grin.
“No…” her voice broke. “No, please! Don’t…”
He took her by her hair, drawing her up and closer to him. “Just do it, bitch.” He ordered. His other hand began to unzip his pants. “No water for you if you don’t eat all your breakfast.”
She made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, and yelped as he used his grip on her hair to yank her back into line. “You wanna get strung up again?” he demanded, giving her head a hard shake for emphasis.
“No!” she wailed. “No!” He wasn’t quite sure what she meant until she closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide for him, tilting her head back.
“That’s better.” He grinned down at her. His cock was in his hand, already growing hard in anticipation. He slid the head between her lips, slowly, enjoying how she shuddered at the contact. “Get to work.” He ordered. “And do a good job this time.”
Kimberley groaned. He felt so big in her mouth. She took him in a little more, her lips closing softly around the shaft. She licked tentatively at the underside of the head, tasting musk and salt. A little deeper, and then she drew her head back slowly. Now forward again…and back…a little faster, keeping her lips sealed around him as she sucked. His fingers twined in her hair, painfully. She kept her eyes closed, trying to conjure up a fantasy to make this ordeal bearable. She was tired and hungry. His grip on her hair hurt, the ropes binding her wrists hurt, the soles of her feet hurt from all that walking barefoot along the trail. Something…anything…
Her mind drifted back to that time, so many years ago, when she’d spied Charlotte Greer sneaking into that old shed in the woods with the Harkin twins. It was late Summer, after high school graduation. Charlotte had been the head cheerleader. Josh and Jake Harkin had been big, fast and powerful linebackers on the football team. Both were going on to college with football scholarships. The three had rarely been seen together at school. There was something furtive in their manner then, something intriguing in Charlotte’s excited but nervous attitude that made her creep closer until she could see into the shack through one of the open, glassless windows.
Charlotte had been stripped to the waist. Her battered old tennies were gone too, leaving her in only her frayed and faded cutoffs. She was kneeling in front of one of the twins while the other was binding her wrists behind her with what looked like black electrical tape. Charlotte’s eyes were half-closed, her mouth half-open, and her breath was coming fast and shallow. Fascinated, Kimberley had watched through the long, lazy afternoon as the Harkin twins DID things to Charlotte. They had been rough, demanding, even a little cruel, she had thought, but Charlotte never seemed to mind at all, no matter what they did to her. Kimberley had found it hard to keep still, to keep quiet. When the first Harkin twin had made Charlotte take him into her mouth…way, way into her mouth, Kimberley had shuddered and bitten her lip to keep from crying out, wondering just what that felt like. Well, now she knew…she took her captor’s hard, hard cock in a little deeper so that it just brushed the back of her throat. Charlotte had suckled like a starving calf, hungrily, noisily. Kimberley tried to imitate her, imagining herself as Charlotte all those years ago, with her real self outside the old shack, watching and wondering, but perfectly safe so long as she remained very still and very quiet.
Elf-girl had a strange, dreamy look on her face, but she was certainly doing her job well. Her mouth felt hot, wet and hungry on him, and she kept making little noises, moans, groans and grunts as she sucked and licked. After a little while, he found it was no longer necessary to use his grip on her hair to keep her to her work, but he held on anyway. He groaned himself, and knew this wasn’t going to take long, not long at all.
When he came, he held her head so that he was deep in her mouth. She squeaked as his grip tightened…pain? Surprise? And then she began swallowing, noisily, messily. He held her there until he was done. When he let her go and pulled out, she just knelt there, eyes closed, head tilted back, still wearing that odd, dreaming expression. Her talented little pink tongue licked at her lips. There was a trickle of semen at the corner of her mouth, and her tongue-tip sought it out, took it in. She settled back on her heels with a long sigh.
Kurt and Lloyd had been watching her performance with interest. When she sighed, it seemed as if some spell holding them still had broken. “Me next!” Kurt exclaimed an instant before Lloyd could find his voice.
Kimberley plodded wearily along at the end of her leash. There were still things in the trail that hurt her feet on occasion, but at least the way was more level now. She was still tired and hungry, in spite of her “breakfast”. They had given her water to drink afterwards as promised, enough to quench her thirst, but not enough to get the taste of them completely out of her mouth. “Breakfast” hadn’t been all that bad compared to last night’s ‘dinner’, she thought. Her pretending had made it a little easier…almost enjoyable, even.
The air had turned cooler, and the sky was starting to fill up with clouds: Low, gray clouds that threatened rain. Would they make camp before it rained, or would they make her keep walking, adding cold and wet to her list of miseries? She shivered at the thought. Whatever they decided, she would have to endure. Barbara would have a lot to answer for when she saw her again.
He checked elf-girl’s condition when they took a halt. She was starting to look really worn out now, but she should be able to cover the distance to the cabin. He let his hands roam over her. He rolled her face down to squeeze her cute little ass, rolled her face-up to stroke her belly and fondle her breasts. At first she just laid there, almost inert, but after a little while she was beginning to squirm a bit. Her face showed annoyance, and she made little noises of protest, but she didn’t say anything. Her nipples were slightly swollen, but that could be from the cooling air. He tweaked one, making her yelp weakly.
Kimberley closed her eyes. She could still feel his rough hands on her. It was another thing to be endured, but what truly bothered her now was that her body seemed to be responding to it all by itself, ignoring the orders of her mind. If he put his hand between her legs now…
But he didn’t. His hands did run along her legs, squeezing here and there, but that was all. Maybe it was too soon after “breakfast”? She shivered, only partly from the growing chill in the air.
“How much longer, you think?” Kurt asked as they sat on a log at the next rest halt. Elf-girl lay on the pine needles in front of them. She had all but collapsed when they’d stopped, and seemed to be sleeping now. Kurt and Lloyd were looking tired themselves, and they hadn’t had to chase their captive all up and down the mountain.
“Two hours, maybe.” He shrugg
ed.
“She’s really starting to slow us down.” Lloyd pointed out. “Think we can get there ahead of the rain?”
He looked up at the sky. “Probably.” He shrugged. “Anyway, what’s the choice? You think we can travel any faster carrying her?”
Kurt grunted. “I just want some hot food now.” He said. “And a bed to sleep in. She’s a pretty little piece, but I’m damn near too tired to do anything about it, y’know?”
“I know. Nothing we can do about it now. Just keep focused. We’ll be there soon enough.”
“I don’t think I’m too tired.” Lloyd spoke up, looking at elf-girl. “I ever get too tired for some of that, just bury me, even if I’m still breathin’.”
He had Kurt take the point and Lloyd lead elf-girl on her leash. He trailed behind to keep an eye on her. He told himself it was the professional thing to do…she was very visibly getting near the end of her strength…but it was also very nice to watch that naked little body, watch the clenching and unclenching of her muscles as she walked, how she tried to use her bound hands to keep her balance. From time to time, she would give him a quick glance back over her shoulder, as if she feared he was going to do something to her from back there.
When they halted again, he found that all of his careful observing had made him horny. She needed a rest, but he didn’t want to wait. She sank to the ground with a groan and laid there on her side. She was worn, tired and dirty now, and he didn’t think he’d wanted a woman so much before in his life. He checked her bound wrists first. The ropes were secure, and her hands were just a little bit cold. He ran his hand along her flank, up and down, gazing intently at her face. Her eyes were closed. He squeezed her ass, and she frowned slightly, making a small sound of protest.