by S. J. Lewis
He heard elf-girl calling over the intercom in the kitchen, and looked at the wall clock. It was just after 7PM. She’d slept for nearly twenty-four hours. He smiled to himself, drained off the last of his coffee and went downstairs to her.
It was the alpha male. She had been almost certain it would be him, and she smiled when she saw him come through the door. She hadn’t taken the time to notice before what a big man he was: Broad shoulders, muscular arms and thighs. He looked to be somewhere in his 40s, she thought. She’d seen scars, some small, some larger, here and there, on his body when he’d been using her. She thought of them now as badges of an active and dangerous life. He was definitely the Alpha male of this pack. She suppressed a shiver.
He saw her smile when he entered. It was a small smile, but a welcome change from the sullen looks she usually gave him. Her hips wriggled a little as he approached, and he found that appealing. It was considered a good thing to get repeat “customers”, and he would really look forward to having to chase elf-girl down all over again.
“What is it?” he asked her. She didn’t draw back as he approached, and a half-smile kept playing around her lips.
“I’m hungry,” she replied. “And thirsty. May I please have something to eat and drink…Master?”
He smiled down at her. She really was a cute little thing, slender and elfin and sweetly constructed. He unlocked the door and swung it open. As he did, she turned her back to him and put her hands behind her, waiting to be tied or handcuffed. He put the handcuffs he carried on her, noticing her tiny quiver at the touch of the metal to her flesh. She turned back to face him again once he’d secured her, and now there was a tiny frown on her face.
“Master…may I speak?” she asked.
“Go ahead.” He nodded. It was a kick to hear her call him “Master”. He really liked this completely new attitude she had.
“My…pictures…” she nodded towards the wall.
“What about them?”
“They…aren’t very good, Master.” She said. “Could you possibly take my pictures again…please?”
This was completely out of the blue. In all his years here, with this organization, not one woman had ever asked for a do-over on her photos. Still, he couldn’t think of any reason not to grant her request. It might be interesting to see what she did.
“We’ll see.” He replied. He gripped her lightly by the back of her neck. She shivered at his touch, and let him guide her out of the room and up the stairs to the kitchen.
She knelt patiently on the thin padded mat on the kitchen floor, watching him intently as he set about cooking up some food for her. Beef stew, he thought, nice and thick. They could feed her more now. She probably needed it, too. She’d been on short rations for some time. When it was ready, he sat on a chair and fed it to her, spoonful by spoonful. As hungry as she probably was, she made a little production out of each helping: Blowing gently on the spoon, closing her eyes and opening her mouth wide each time, making little noises of pleasure as she savored each spoonful, eyes still closed, and tilting her head slowly back each time she swallowed. He had the distinct impression she was trying to seduce him.
Kurt wandered in, looking for a beer, as he was feeding her and stayed to watch. Lloyd came in a few minutes later, wondering what was taking Kurt so long, and he stayed to watch too. Elf-girl seemed to enjoy having an audience. Between spoonfuls, she would glance shyly at him, or Kurt, or Lloyd, before looking away again. He might have considered it to be just an act, but he could see her nipples slowly swelling under all of this rapt, lustful male attention.
She finished the bowl. There was still some stew left in the pot, and she nodded eagerly when he asked her if she wanted more. He fed her the rest of it, wishing there was still more, because her little act was so very fascinating…and arousing. He was glad to see her attitude so changed, but he kept wondering just what it was that had turned her around.
The last of the stew went down her slender throat, and she held still for him as he wiped her mouth clean with a warm damp cloth.
“Thank you, Master,” she said when he finished. “May I have something to drink now?”
He caught the glances that shot between Kurt and Lloyd when she said that. When both of them looked at him, he just raised an eyebrow, and both of them shrugged. He gave elf-girl water, holding the tumbler for her as she drank deeply. Done, she licked a stray droplet from the corner of her mouth with a pink tongue-tip, and looked at him expectantly, wearing that little half-smile again. It was a bit disorienting, as if she were in control now, instead of them. He reached out to brush his fingertips across her ear. She shivered, blushed, and looked down and away from him. That was better, but the situation still called for some further action on his part, and he was still trying to adjust to this new attitude of hers.
Well, she seemed to like playing to an audience now. Let’s see how much she really enjoyed it. Her elaborate little act had gotten all three of them aroused, and now she was going to have to do something about that. He was sure that she knew this, and indeed had intended it from the start.
Kimberley gave a startled, tiny yelp when Alpha (She preferred calling him that now to just “alpha male”) seized her by her hair and hauled her to her feet. She went without any fight or protest. He wasn’t at all gentle with her as he led her out of the kitchen and into what looked like the living room. After the small spaces downstairs, it seemed huge to her. It was all dark wood, even the floor, what she could see of it that wasn’t covered with heavy carpets. The ceiling overhead soared way up, past exposed beams. The windows were all covered with thick drapes. At the far end was a big fireplace, the stones blackened from smoke and age. This was definitely a male place, she thought, dark and comfortable, no frills or decorations anywhere. His grip on her hair hurt. It would have hurt more if she’d tried to resist, but she made pained little noises anyway. He forced her to her knees almost smack dab in the middle of the room and then let go of her. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, panting a little through her half-opened mouth, as if in fear, or excitement. For her, it was almost entirely excitement, but she had been teasing them in the kitchen and a little bit of fear was still there. They were all big men, and strong, and she felt very small and vulnerable right now.
He stood in front of her, looking down, trying to keep his face expressionless, trying to move slowly and deliberately even though his hands were shaking with a need for haste. He wanted her very, very much right now, so much so that it was like an ache.
She couldn’t or wouldn’t meet his gaze for long, but he noticed her eyes following his hand as he slipped his belt out of the loops, then doubled it, holding it one-handed. With his other hand, he unfastened his jeans and began unzipping them. She watched, licked her lips once, gulped, licked her lips again. He wasn’t sure how much of it was an act. He didn’t really care.
Kimberley had the distinct impression she’d crossed a line somewhere. Now she was going to be…punished? Educated? She shuddered at the sight of the belt in his hand. This was going to hurt, she was sure. So why was she anticipating it so eagerly? Out of the corner of her eye she noted that the other two members of his pack had taken seats to watch. They would have her too, but only after their leader was done with her. She saw him lower his jeans, and draw out his cock. It was already half-erect, already thick and heavy. She shivered. Again, it was partly in anticipation, partly in fear. She peered up at his face. It was still unreadable. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth for him. His free hand, the one not holding the belt, reached out and took her by the back of her head, drawing her closer. To her surprise, he moved her mouth away from the head of his cock even as she tried to take him in, and pushed her towards his balls. She hesitated, not sure what he wanted.
He brought the belt down across her rump. The leather smacked hard against her skin, making her jerk and yelp.
That hurt! What did he want her to do? On impulse, she licked the base of his cock, her nose full of his musk. There
was no second stroke, and she went on licking, turning her head a little to better reach his balls. When she did that, the head of his cock brushed against her ear. The sensation made her moan. She began to feel a warm glow deep in her belly, along with the hot stinging on her rear. She kept licking. Her mouth drooled saliva, and her tongue spread it on to him.
She was an eager and noisy little creature as she kept to her work, and what she was doing felt very good indeed. His fingers dug into the short, curly hairs on her head and pulled her back. As she looked up at him, her eyes were unfocused, and her mouth hung open, welcoming and wet. He used his grip to guide her towards his cock…not that she needed much guiding. Her lips closed around his cock, just below the head, and she began licking, quick, light caresses against that very sensitive spot. He couldn’t entirely block his own moan of pleasure at that. Elf-girl was developing some interesting skills. He pulled her towards him, driving himself deeper into her mouth. She made a noise, a surprised, muffled “Mmmmffff?” He kept pushing. Deeper. Now she started to struggle, trying to pull away, and he lashed her backside with his belt again, and again.
Kimberley was bewildered. She was trying to please him, and yet he kept hurting her. Each stinging blow from the belt drove a muffled, painful grunt from her, one that started down in her gut and escaped, barely, through her mouth around the thick and heavy cock filling it. She could barely breathe, and he kept trying to force himself in even deeper. Her wrists were straining against the hard steel trapping them, fluttering against her back, the handcuffs rattling, chiming metallically. What did he want?
As recently as yesterday he wouldn’t have tried this, because of the near-certainty that, pushed far enough, she would bite. He was fairly sure now that she wouldn’t, but not entirely certain. He pulled her head closer, felt his cock hit the back of her throat. Her struggles grew more frantic, and he switched using his belt to her other round little ass cheek. Each hard stroke drove another muffled, little grunt out of her, a soft counterpoint to the sharp sound made by the belt each time it struck her.
It was very difficult to do this without using words, without telling her what to do, but at the same time it was interesting watching her try to learn without them. Would she learn?
She couldn’t think what it was he wanted. She was so short of breath now, she could barely think at all. Despairing, she stopped trying to pull away, concentrating only on trying to hold what breath she had left. His cock thrust in deeper, threatening to make her gag.
He felt her give up, yield at last. He kept his hand on the back of her curly little head, but stopped pulling her towards him. He used the belt again, this time to caress her ass rather than swat it. Hesitantly, she drew her head back a little, opened her mouth wider, took in some air. His hand urged her head forward again, and she began sucking him in earnest, anxious to please, even more anxious to avoid any more whipping. He could see welts already rising on her ass, but he hadn’t broken that soft skin. She moved her head back and forth, taking him in deeply, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft with each stroke. She was very noisy about it.
She wasn’t quite sure what she’d done to make him stop whipping her, but that didn’t seem as important as trying to make sure he wouldn’t start doing it again. She kept her eyes closed. She could feel his hand, still on the back of her head, but it was keeping time to her movements now, instead of forcing her. She took him in deeply enough to feel him hit the back of her throat each time, and found that it was easier now to ignore the occasional gag reflex. She grunted each time she took him in, inhaled around him each time she pulled back.
Elf-girl seemed to learn quickly and well. He felt massive, hard as a rock in her talented mouth and if it had been just him here, he would have let her go on at her own speed indefinitely. Instead, he began to urge her to move more quickly. His fingers dug into her hair again.
“Mmmmfff…Mmmmfff…Mmmmfff….” Her tiny grunts came faster and faster as he made her go faster and faster. He gritted his teeth to keep from moaning himself. But when he finally came, he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He let out one long groan of sheer pleasure as he first spurted into her mouth, down her throat, holding her head still for him. She grunted through he nose with each hot, salty spurt, her body twitching with each grunt, but did not try to draw away. He held her close until he was well and truly done, and then released her and stepped away. Still kneeling, she sagged, head down, breathing heavily, a picture of submission. He saw a thin trail of his semen slowly drip from the corner of her mouth. Kurt and Lloyd were still sitting, but at the edges of their seats now. They looked at him expectantly. He nodded to Lloyd, who grinned and rose. He held out his hand for the belt, but accepted Ron’s negative head shake with a shrug and went over to elf-girl. He gripped her by her hair, and yanked her head upright as he began unfastening his pants. Eyes half-glazed, she looked up at him and opened her mouth with a sigh. Ron settled down in the chair Lloyd had vacated to watch her performance from the sidelines.
Kimberley did her best, trying hard to pick up any nonverbal cues at all. Alpha had taken a lot out of her (besides putting a lot into her, a corner of her mind snickered wickedly) and she was grateful that Wiry (her name for her current attacker) was perfectly happy to have her start with a lot of licking. She gradually got all of her breath back and cleared her head a bit.
Elf-girl, after a slow start, seemed to work up some enthusiasm for her job. He noticed how she kept her eyes closed most of the time, working almost entirely by feeling her way with her mouth and tongue. Lloyd held her head in both hands, guiding her.
From where he sat, Ron had a nice profile view of her. Her perfect little teats bobbled slightly with her movements, her nipples darkened and swollen. She was very noisy about the whole process: Grunts, moans and delicate slurping noises. Lloyd really liked them to be noisy. Well, Hell…so did he. Nothing worse than a woman who gave you no feedback at all.
Lloyd kept urging her to go faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Elf-girl made no attempt to pull away or slow things down. She seemed intent only on giving Lloyd whatever he wanted, however he wanted it. When Lloyd came, he yanked her head close, burying her nose in his thick mat of curly hair. Her eyes flew open wide, and she squirmed a little, but held still for him as he emptied himself down her throat. From his seat, Ron could see her throat muscles working as she swallowed. She could not swallow quite fast enough, though, and thick semen dribbled out around the corners of her mouth. Lloyd held her like that until he was completely spent, and then pulled her head back and tilted it up to look at him. Elf-girl’s face was almost blank, as if she were half-stunned or in shock. She inhaled deeply, mouth sagging open. Lloyd ruffled her hair once, let her head go and walked away, zipping up his pants. Elf-girl bent over, coughed once, twice, and went on trying to get her breath back. She drooled and dribbled a little, and Ron noted that they would have to take up that rug for cleaning later. Maybe they should have laid down a sheet or something beforehand, but taking the time to do that would have broken the mood, he told himself.
Lloyd walked over to where Kurt sat and high-fived him as Kurt rose for his turn. As Kurt came over to elf-girl, Lloyd settled into his vacated seat for the next show.
Kurt took a fistful of elf-girl’s hair, pulled her head up and back, and looked down at her face. She looked up at him almost blankly, mouth open and breathing hard. Kurt chuckled and let go of her hair, then went around behind her. Elf-girl’s head dropped. She didn’t look around to see what he was doing, and she gave a squeak of surprise when Kurt forced her head down onto the floor. He gave her upturned rear a friendly swat and knelt close behind her, one hand gripping the links of her handcuffs as the other fumbled with his belt. Elf-girl turned her head towards Ron, partly to get her nose out of the rug. She looked a little worried now, and her eyes seemed to plead with him. He realized it was probably because she wasn’t sure just which hole Kurt was planning on using. She grimaced when she felt Kurt’s big hands
between her legs. She squealed when he rammed himself into her, and her initial look of relief at his choice faded away as he began slamming himself into her quick and hard, his torso smacking into her so hard it almost sounded as if she were being spanked.
She made no effort to pull away or straighten up. She just stayed doubled over on the rug for Kurt, but her eyes closed. Her mouth opened wide, lips drawn back to show her teeth, and she grunted deeply with each impact. Her rear quivered each time Kurt drove home. Her teats quivered too, lagging behind a little. Kurt’s mouth was drawn back in a predatory grin, and he grunted himself, a deeper, bass noise compared to the noises elf-girl was making.
When Kurt was done with her, he gave her rump another friendly swat and stood up, still grinning, stuffing himself back into his pants. Elf-girl stayed as he had left her, looking very small now. Ron just waited. After a few moments, she opened her eyes to look at him again. Well, more-or-less at him. Her eyes seemed to be having trouble focusing, and she was panting as if she’d just finished a long sprint.
He took his time getting up, took his time walking over to her. Her eyes followed him until he was too close for her to do that without turning her head, and then she looked back at the floor. He stood in front of her, looking down, noting how her pose accentuated the curve of her hips. Her hands moved feebly, still locked in the handcuffs.
“Okay,” he spoke to her at last. “Now we’ll take your pictures again.”
Chapter Eleven
Well, she’d had a chance to compare them all now, and Kimberley was convinced that being fucked in a bed was much, much better than being fucked on grass, on a floor, or on a plain mattress. She snuggled a little deeper into the bed and smiled to herself. She thought she knew now what she’d done wrong yesterday. She’d realized only a part of what was going on, and had thought she knew it all. It wasn’t just about screwing. She had truly enjoyed putting on her little act for them when Alpha was feeding her. It had turned them all on, herself included. She had been signaling to them that she was ready and eager for sex, whatever kind they might want. When she did that she had crossed a line.