Female Prey & the Elusive Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Female Prey

  &

  The Elusive Prey

  by S J Lewis

  ISBN: 978-1-939916-63-1

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  Female Prey

  The Trek

  Chapter One

  Day Three

  Thunder rumbled and echoed behind her. Kimberley halted on the trail and turned to look back. The sky was growing dark, clouds piling up. She took off her old cowboy hat and wiped her forearm across her brow. There…she saw a distant flash of lightning. She began counting off the seconds until the sound of thunder reached her. She quickly did the math.

  Five, maybe six miles away. The storm looked as if it was heading towards her. She put her hat back on, tugging the brim down to shade her eyes. If the map she had was right, there was a shelter of some sort about three miles further down the trail. On flat ground she was sure she could beat the storm there, but this damned trail meandered like a demented snake. Off to her left was the long, green bulk of the mountain. Small spur ridges ran off of it, sloping down towards a lake miles away. The trail went up and down these, sometimes taking odd little detours. Between the spurs were occasional small, rocky streams. While the trail itself seemed to have been kept cleared, it was rough going at best, and she’d have to push herself to beat the rain. Shrugging her backpack into a more comfortable position, she set off again, downslope.

  From his upslope vantage point about a quarter mile away he’d gotten a good look at her when she paused and turned around. He’d even had time get his field glasses out. He’d been trailing her since late yesterday, and this was the first chance he’d had to see her close up.

  From the backpack and the bulky flannel shirt she wore he couldn’t tell how she was built topside, but those were very nice legs coming out of those tan walking shorts. He zeroed in on her face. It was a good face: High cheekbones, aristocratic little nose, full lower lip, upper lip a bit thin, nice big blue eyes. Those eyes were narrowed as she looked at something far off, a small crease appearing just over the bridge of her nose. He could see her lips moving slightly as she kept watching. The face matched the picture he had, except for one thing. In the photo, she’d had long, really long, honey-blonde hair. The hair was the same warm color, but it had been cut so short that now it was more like a curly cap for her head. What he found most interesting was that with her hair that short, now he could see her ears. They were pretty enough ears, to be sure, but they seemed to tilt back a bit more than usual, were a bit narrow, which made them seem longer than they were. They had no discernible earlobes and they came to rounded points at the tips. The whole effect made him think of drawings he’d seen of elves.

  The roll of thunder reached him, and a moment later she’d turned back down the trail and disappeared down the slope. Trying to beat the storm, he guessed. There was a rickety old shelter a couple of miles further along. She must be trying for that. He took out his small radio. Time to contact Kurt.

  As she trudged along, Kimberley kept hearing occasional growls of thunder…getting closer, it sounded. She was tempted to quicken her pace, but on this trail it would be risky. There were too many loose rocks, too many slopes. The approaching storm came as no surprise to her. The past three days had been hot, dry and dusty, and it was about time for the weather to change. The timing was inconvenient, though. She topped another of those innumerable spur ridges and started down the other side.

  She had the odd feeling that she was being watched. It had started yesterday. She hadn’t seen or heard anybody since, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Well, these woods were thick enough to hide any number of people. Maybe it was just her isolation getting to her. Maybe…but she didn’t think so.

  It was time for one of her regular five-minute rest halts, but that storm kept sounding closer and closer. She kept walking. She was almost halfway there, now.

  He could hear the thunder too, getting nearer. He was traveling on an upper trail that wasn’t shown on her map. The going up here was a bit easier, except for the small branches that kept trying to slap his face. He pushed on. He could get to the old shack before she did, and be under cover before she arrived. Kurt was somewhere up ahead, on the same trail as she was. Lloyd was out of range of his radio, but Kurt was in touch with him and could relay messages.

  It was ominously dark by the time she reached the shelter. It was a weatherbeaten old two-room shack set at one side of a clearing. It leaned drunkenly to one side, the windows were long gone, and what she could see of the roof was unpromising. But there was a narrow porch on the lee side of the building. The roof extended over it, and looked sound enough. She shrugged off her backpack and leaned it against the grayed wooden wall, then sat down alongside it. The air had grown very still. Even the birds she’d been hearing for days were quiet. There was a faint grumbling of thunder from far off, and then a cool breath of air stirred the leaves. A moment later, the rain hit. It felt as if someone had emptied a lake overhead, a driving curtain of rain that blocked her view of anything more than a few feet away. Then lightning struck somewhere VERY close by, leaving her blinking and unable to see much anyway. When the afterimages faded, she looked up at the roof overhead. A few small drips here and there were getting through, but not over her or her gear. The old building shook and groaned as the wind hit it, but it stayed up. She relaxed a little, and wondered how long the storm would last. She still had some ground to cover today.

  He lay flat in the thick brush at the edge of the clearing as the rain pounded on his waterproof poncho. He hoped it really was waterproof. It was a camouflage pattern, but right now that was unimportant. Visibility was almost nothing. Fat raindrops were splashing water and bits of loose dirt into his face. Nothing to do but wait it out.

  The downpour seemed to go on and on, but after a while he thought he could see some signs of it letting up. A little bit later, he could make out the outlines of the shack, some sixty or seventy feet away. He kept his eyes fixed on it. When he could finally see her, she was sitting on the porch, knees drawn up, back against the shack. She looked perfectly at ease, smoking a crooked little black cigar.

  Kimberley took another slow drag, exhaled the acrid smoke out into the ra
in. It was definitely letting up now, but there was no way to tell how much longer it would go on. The front seemed to be moving pretty quickly though.

  Well, it would have to happen soon, she thought to herself. She had at best only two more days’ rations, and she was down to her last change of clean clothes. If she had to, she could wash stuff out in one of those damned little creeks she had to keep crossing, but food was another matter. If she ran out, she might forage a little something from these woods, but not enough. The cigar was down to a stub. She flicked it out into the rain, and stood up, stretching. The past days had been hot and sweaty, and there’d been no chance to do more than a quick wash-up from a stream. Right out there was a perfectly good shower, and she wasn’t going to let it go to waste. She fished the soap and a towel from her backpack and began to undress.

  He watched, fascinated. The information he had on her only covered so much: Kimberley Anne Jacobsen, age 26, height five-four, degree in archaeology, blonde hair, surprisingly light blue eyes. But that, and the few pictures, only told you so much. He was getting more of an education now. Under the flannel shirt, she wore a snug green t-shirt. As she pulled it off over her head, he saw that under that she wore some sort of sports bra. It followed the t-shirt, and then she shucked off her shorts and panties. He must have missed her taking off her hiking shoes. She stretched once, slowly and luxuriously before stepping lightly off of the porch and into the rain. He heard her yelp as the chilly water hit her and grinned. He could have told her about that. She began soaping herself quickly.

  He was reminded even more of elves. She was slenderly built: slim-hipped, with long, strong legs and cute little teats. He had categories for women’s mammaries: Titties, teats, breasts, boobs and “Lower Back Pain.” They corresponded roughly to A, B, C, D and E cups. She did a very thorough job of showering. Every so often, she’d give a tiny yelp as her bare feet stepped on something uncomfortable, and dance around a little. He wished he were close enough to see her better. She seemed to be a natural blonde, but he was interested in seeing the effect of the cool rain on those pink nipples. Well, time enough for such things later. Meantime, it was very hard to just lie here and watch her. He was tempted to jump up and rush her right now...but neither Kurt nor Lloyd would approve. This had to be done properly. He gave one silent sigh, and kept watching. She looked to be in great shape. Might even last out the whole thing..

  Cold water was starting to seep in under his poncho. With her so close, though, he didn’t dare move. He thought about getting his hands on that lovely young body later, and grinned.

  When she was shivering continuously, Kimberley decided she was clean enough. She hopped back up onto the porch and picked up the towel. It was a good thing she’d had her hair cut short for this…hike, she thought. If it were the old length, thick as it was it would take forever to dry. Besides, she rather liked the pixie-ish look this style gave her. In the right light, she looked nineteen again. She rubbed herself down vigorously with the towel, going over her bare skin until it glowed pink. That done, she hung the towel on a protruding nail and broke out her last clean clothes from her backpack.

  Watching her dress was nowhere near as interesting as watching her undress. He stayed still under cover and watched, though. Her new outfit looked much like her old one, except that the oversized flannel shirt was some shade of dark blue. Still barefoot, she sat down on the porch as she had before, and lit another one of those little cigars. Apparently she was going to wait out the rain. There was a cold puddle under him now, and he put it down to her account.

  At long last the rain began to peter out. Sunshine began to poke through the last ragged dark clouds. Kimberley pulled on her socks and shoes. The towel was still damp. She folded it up and stowed it away anyway. She could spread it out for drying when she camped for the night. Shouldering her backpack, she set off along the trail again.

  He gave her a ten-minute head start before following. By now his whole front was dripping wet, cold and very uncomfortable. Nothing he could do about that right now. He took out his radio to contact the others. He had an idea where she’d probably make camp for the night. Kurt and Lloyd could intercept her there, while he followed her in case she tried to double back, or stopped early.

  The ground was still a bit soggy, but drying out fast. Kimberley loved the smell of the woods after a rain, rich and earthy. She could hear birds again: Bluejays squabbling over something. The storm hadn’t lasted all that long, but she’d still have to make up for some lost time. There was a spot marked on her map that looked like an ideal campsite. There was a spring near it, and plenty of firewood available. She’d need the firewood. It would get chilly tonight, after the storm. It was already noticeably cooler. She loved the outdoors, the physical activity, pushing herself...she stopped abruptly. She had been pushing herself. Frowning, she took out the map she’d been given and looked at it. It was a pretty detailed relief map, showing the rugged country she’d been hiking. It also showed just the one trail, the one she’d been on since the start. On that trail, her ultimate destination, marked “Safety Zone”, was about seven days’ walk from her starting point. When she started out, they’d given her five days’ rations for the trek. Without thinking much about it, she’d been trying to squeeze a little bit more distance out of each day so that she could -just possibly- do it in six days.

  She sat down on an old fallen tree trunk to think things over. Not all that long ago she was sure that it would have to happen soon. She’d also had the feeling she was being watched, though she didn’t have it at this particular moment. She looked at the spot she’d picked for her campsite tonight. It was obviously a good spot. And, if it was obvious to her, it would be just as obvious to anyone else with a similar map. She chewed on her lower lip for a moment. It was the perfect place for them…whoever they were…to intercept her. She shivered, not entirely unpleasantly. Well, that was kind of the point of her going out into the woods alone, wasn’t it? Still…why make it easy for them? She stood up and began to pace back and forth, every so often looking up the trail she’d been ready to follow. Now it smelled like a trap. She could still walk into it…but…somehow it wouldn’t be as much fun. Was fun the right word here? She shook her head as if to clear it. She wanted an adventure, dammit.

  So…what to do? The first thing that came to her mind was to follow one of those ravines down towards the lake. Going downhill would be easier, and near the lake the ground looked to be more even. It would take more time to get to the “Safe Zone” that way even so. Food would run a bit short. She patted the survival knife she carried at her belt. Inside the hollow handle was some fishing line and a few hooks. She didn’t really need them, though. She could catch fish without them. Yes, the lake would be ideal. So, she’d have to go uphill. She looked up at the mountain and grinned. She’d hiked in much rougher places.

  He was still uncomfortably soggy when he came to the spot where she’d stopped for a bit, then seemed to have walked back and forth for a while before setting out on the trail again. Her footprints were easily visible in the still-damp earth. He was a bit puzzled. There didn’t seem to be any reason for her to do that. Maybe she was trying to work out a cramp?

  He shrugged. It wasn’t that important anyway. He set off along the trail again, grinning in anticipation of the night to come. It took him some time to realize he’d been had. He took out his radio and called Lloyd and Kurt.

  “Yeah?” Kurt sounded tired and testy.

  “Any sign of her yet?” he asked.

  “Not yet.” Kurt replied. “Why?”

  “Doesn’t she seem to be running a bit late?”

  “Well, yeah…” Kurt agreed. “You have her in sight?”

  “Nope.” He answered. “She went off the trail someplace back. I have to go find out where. Lloyd with you?’

  “About a half-mile away now.”

  “Okay. The two of you wait there until you hear from me. She might double back yet.”

  As he clicked
off the radio, he grinned to himself. It looked like the elf-girl wanted to make them work for her. That was fine by him. He always liked it when they did that. Nothing in the world beat hunting down human prey. Mentally, though, he was kicking himself for simply assuming she’d stick to the trail and not bothering to look for her tracks. Well, she’d fooled him that once. He retraced his steps, looking for her tracks. He had to go all the way back to the last ravine he’d crossed and recross it. Her tracks were there on that side, all right, but they didn’t come out on the other. She’d gone along the ravine, then, where it was too rocky for tracks. He looked uphill and down, trying to see some clue as to the direction she’d taken. No luck. Okay…which way would she go?

  He wished he had a bit more information to go on than the little in her file. It didn’t tell him much about her. He sat down on a boulder that the stream in the ravine had half-excavated to do some thinking. He hadn’t been expecting her to do this. She had, though, which meant there was a bit more to her than he’d first allowed. He almost regretted not grabbing her earlier as she pranced in the rain, but she was giving them a more interesting game to play.

  Downhill? Well, maybe. The ground got a lot easier close to the lake, but the underbrush was a lot thicker there too. He looked up the ravine. It was rocky, very tough going, and the stream was starting to rise as the rain began draining down the mountain’s flanks. He clicked on the radio.

  “Hey, Kurt…”

  “Yeah?”

  “Lloyd there yet?”

  “He’s here.” Kurt replied.

  “Okay, look. I’m at a ravine. She went into it, but didn’t come out. She can only go up or downhill. One of you head down towards the lake, keep an eye out for her there. I’m going uphill.”

  “You think she went up?” Kurt asked.

  “Not sure.” He answered. “She might have gone a little ways just to throw us off. I think she’s going to try to beat us to the Safe Zone, whichever way she went. So one of you has to stay put, in case she tries to get back on the trail.”