Female Prey & the Elusive Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  When he rolled her onto her back, her eyes opened sleepily. Something in his expression must have given her warning. After a brief moment, her eyes went wide and she tried to draw away, her mouth a little round ‘O’.

  Kurt and Lloyd had to help. They got her up onto her knees as she pleaded, crying in despair, and held her there as he fondled her roughly and quickly. He had them bend her over then, her face almost touching the ground. He used his hands and his strength to make her arch her back, sticking her rump up for him. When he ran his hand between her legs, he discovered that, in spite of her struggling, she was just ready enough for him. If she hadn’t been, he would have used spit. He didn’t want to wait.

  Kimberley squealed as he began to enter her from behind. She felt his hands clamp down on her hips and hold her steady as he began to fuck her, fast and hard. Once again, her body was ignoring her, and her cries had as much outrage at that as they did fury and anger at her captors.

  She was tight, and growing slicker and hotter as he slammed himself into her again and again. Kurt and Lloyd held her securely. All she could do was buck and jerk a little, and he liked that. He gripped her harder, fucked her harder.

  Kimberley didn’t stop howling her protests until she felt him stop, felt his fingernails digging into her, heard him groaning as he came. She began to sob, and put up a weak fight when she felt another of her captors start to use her the same way. Her body felt as if it was suffering some kind of sensory overload: Discomfort, hunger, thirst, utter weariness, and some strange and twisted form of pleasure, all at once.

  “Well,” Lloyd observed as he took a deep swig of water from his canteen. “That was fun. Now what do we do? She’s never gonna make it now.”

  “I know.” Ron agreed. “I know.” He sighed, feeling very tired himself. Elf-girl was lying completely limp on the ground, either very asleep or unconscious. After all the time he’d spent watching her on the trail, he’d wanted her so much that he hadn’t thought everything through, and now…Well, there was no way she could make the last leg to the cabin. She’d used up whatever reserves of strength she’d had in struggling with them as they’d taken her in turn. He wished they’d had a videotape of her performance, though. He liked them noisy, and elf-girl had been as noisy as anyone could hope for.

  “I got an idea.” Kurt said.

  “Yeah? What?” Lloyd asked.

  “Ever see any of them old jungle movies?” Kurt grinned. “Y’know, the ones where the lady gets captured and toted off tied to a pole?”

  “Tied to a pole?”

  “Yeah. Hangin’ from a pole. We’d get wore out trying to carry her one-on-one, but if we got her on a pole…”

  They finally reached the cabin that way, elf-girl suspended by her bound wrists and ankles from a pole cut from a sapling. Sharing her weight like that had been a good idea, but even so they’d had to take turns. She was an absolute dead weight, limp and boneless, her body swaying heavily with each step they took. Her head hung down, and she looked entirely too much like some hunting trophy like that. It bothered him a little, even if she was a hunting trophy of sorts. He wished she would move a little, or open her eyes, or make some noise. Instead, there was only silence, the only movement that slow, lifeless swaying. He kept a careful eye on her along the way. She might just be completely exhausted. She had been through a lot these last couple of days, even before they’d caught her. Still, he didn’t want to take any chances. When they finally laid her down in the grass, he checked her breathing, thumbed back her eyelids for a look. She seemed okay. Her breathing was deep and regular. He could almost swear that she was just sound asleep, in spite of everything.

  “We just gonna put her inside like that?” Kurt asked. Ron knew what he meant. Elf-girl was worn and dirty, and really needed a bath. Usually, they’d just string her up outside and hose her down and wash her off themselves before bringing her inside, but the only water they could use outside was cold well water. It was fun watching captives struggle and shriek at the chill, but elf-girl was in no shape to stand up, and hitting her with cold water now might just send her into shock.

  “Can’t bring her in like that.” He nodded. “Let’s get her untied. Lloyd, you wanna go inside and get some warm water and soap for us? We’ll clean her off before we bring her in.”

  Lloyd went, grumbling, and he and Kurt set about untying elf-girl. She didn’t move much, she didn’t say anything. It wasn’t until they picked her up by her arms and legs that she even made any sounds at all, and then they were just sleepy, mumbled protests.

  Not far from the cabin was a concrete circle, eight feet across with a steel pole set upright smack in the middle. This was where the captives usually got their showers, and there were flagstones leading back to the cabin so that they wouldn’t get their feet dirty when they were walked back inside. They laid elf-girl down on the concrete and waited for Lloyd.

  “I’m hungry.” Kurt commented.

  “We all are.” Ron shrugged. “We still have work to do, though.”

  “Yeah.” Kurt nodded. He nudged elf-girl with his boot. “We better get fed and rested up so we can treat our guest here proper.”

  “Damn straight.” Ron agreed. He was too tired to say more, and Lloyd was just coming out of the cabin with a bucket, soap and towels.

  They washed elf-girl down carefully and thoroughly, from the curly blonde hair on the top of her head down to her little pink toes, turning her over and moving her as needed. She complained faintly when they rolled her face-down and her breasts came into contact with the rough concrete. Finally she was clean, rinsed and fit to go inside. There were bruises on her wrists and ankles, and on the soles of her feet, but nothing really serious. Ron carried her inside slung over his shoulder.

  They called it a cabin because it was built out of logs, but it was no primitive accommodation. Inside were three bedrooms, a kitchen, two bathrooms and a big living room with a massive stone fireplace at one end. It had one ground-level floor, but there was another level, below ground. Part of that lower level was taken up by the generator, heater, hot-water tank and pump that supplied the place with all the comforts of home away from home, but most of it was set aside for special “guests” like elf-girl. Ron carried her downstairs to the cage that would be her very own room here. It was about eight feet by ten, the floor bare, smooth cement. Three of the walls were cinderblock, unpainted. The fourth wall was steel bars with a single door with a lock. Set in the middle of the cage was a small mattress covered by a single fitted sheet. He laid elf-girl down on it carefully. She’d need sleep before they could continue her education. It should be warm enough down here for her not to need a blanket. He exited the cage and Kurt clanged the door shut and locked it with a grin.

  “Food!” he said. “Hot food! And beer! And hot water! And a bed!”

  Ron laughed. “So where does she come on the list?” he asked, indicating their sleeping captive.

  “First on the list after I get a meal, a shower, a shave, and a good sleep.” Kurt chuckled. “A man’s got to keep his priorities straight.” He took a long look at elf-girl. “Oh, yeah. Definitely first on the list. You got any ideas as to how we’re gonna do this?”

  “Some.” Ron shrugged. “But you’re right. It can all wait for a bit. She isn’t going anywhere.”

  “Sure ain’t.” Kurt agreed. “She’s a tough little thing.” He said admiringly. “Not a lot of crying and pleading, not a lot of complaining.”

  “She might be doing a lot of that later. Most of ‘em do.”

  “Yeah. But I like that too.” Kurt grinned at the slim, naked form on the mattress. He gave a long sigh. “Well, c’mon, let’s go try to eat whatever shit Lloyd serves up. If it don’t come out of a can, he’s worse than useless.”

  There was a dimmer switch for the lights down here, and he used it to put the room into a twilight gloom before they left. There would be just enough light for elf-girl to see where she was when she woke up. He wondered what she’d think
about her accommodations.

  They still kept watches, even here at the cabin. After dinner, Kurt and Lloyd went off to their bedrooms to sleep, but he went back down to check on their captive. She was still sleeping, very, very soundly, but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her except for sheer physical exhaustion. He knew from past experience that she’d wake up thirsty and ravenously hungry. That was good. She would learn that food and water were theirs to give or withhold, and that would be one of her very first lessons here at the cabin.

  Outside, the rain beat heavily on the roof and against the windows.

  Chapter Eight

  Day Eight

  Kimberley came awake slowly, groping irritatedly for the blankets and her pillow and not finding them. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked around, blinking sleepily and yawning. Had she kicked the blankets and pillow completely off of her bed? She had been having such strange, strange dreams all night long….

  She sat up, still yawning and took another look around. For just a moment, nothing made any sense to her at all, and then she realized that those had not been dreams!

  She was in some sort of cell that seemed to take up half of this dimly-lit, windowless room. The far wall was broken only by a single steel door off to one side, but it was covered with what looked like dozens and dozens of photographs taped to it. She looked around her cell again. There was nothing at all in it besides the mattress she’d been sleeping on. Where the Hell was she, and how had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered clearly was being roughly fucked…well, more like raped, really, along the trail in the woods by all three of her captors. The memory made her hug herself and shiver.

  They must have brought her here, wherever here was. She kept looking around, trying to fight down a looming feeling of panic. Being caged was unnerving, but at least she wasn’t bound and could move and stretch at will. Kneeling, she stretched her arms luxuriously, up over her head, slowly out to her sides. There. That helped a little. She stood up on the mattress and went through some old morning stretching exercises. Being able to move made her feel a lot better. She’d always been a little claustrophobic, and she was very glad that her cage wasn’t a small one. She’d have lost it right there. Even so…

  She ran her fingers through her hair, taking great pleasure in that simple act. In spite of all the time outdoors, her hair felt reasonably clean. She looked down at herself, ran her hands quickly over her body. No dirt, no grit…they must have cleaned her up before they put her here. Still, she had bruises, especially on her wrists, and her feet felt sore and tender.

  She sat back down on the mattress and hugged her knees to her breasts. She was still naked, still just as helpless as she had been out in the woods, and she had no idea where she was. Her stomach growled, and she realized that she was also starving, and thirsty. They’d have to feed her, wouldn’t they? Sometime? She rested her forehead on her knees. She remembered what they’d made her do for water. What would they make her do for food? She shivered again. It was really all out of her hands, wasn’t it? To them, she was some captive animal to be used for their pleasure. This was not at all the kind of thrilling sexual adventure Barbara had made it out to be. This was hard use and humiliation and torture and suffering, brutality and force. They didn’t care about what she felt, what she wanted.

  Well, right now, she wanted food. She thought about yelling to attract their attention, but it was very quiet in here, and if she couldn’t hear any noises from outside it wasn’t likely she could make herself heard to the outside. She nibbled at her lower lip for a moment, thinking. No, she wouldn’t yell, no matter how hungry she was. She would just wait. Sooner or later, they’d want her again, and then they’d come for her.

  She could only sit huddled on the mattress for so long, though, before she started feeling restless. She stood up and gingerly put one foot down on the cement floor. It was cold, as she’d expected, but not too cold. In the dim light, she explored her cage, which took all of a minute or so. The walls were as solid as they looked, the steel bars were as unyielding as they appeared. The door seemed to be securely locked. It wouldn’t move at all, no matter how much she tried.

  All that was left to look at was that far wall, and all those photographs. In the dim light they were too far away to see clearly. She could see that they looked like snapshots, and were roughly arranged in pairs. Peering intently, she thought that she could just make out that the pictures were all of women, naked. Each pair looked to be one full frontal view, and one full profile. She could not be completely sure, and she couldn’t make out any real features. The distance was too great, and the light far too dim.

  Then it struck her: These were almost certainly photos of other women who had been held captive here…which meant…

  She pulled her gaze away from that fascinating, horrible wall with an effort. Her pictures would be up there soon, along with all the others! She shuddered, and stumbled back to her mattress. She laid down on it with her back to the pictures and closed her eyes tightly.

  They’d been checking on elf-girl every half-hour all through the night, all through the morning, and well into the afternoon, and every time she’d been asleep, out cold, oblivious. This time when he opened the heavy steel door the slender, naked form on the mattress moved, sitting up and turning to face him, covering herself with her hands. After one startled gasp she didn’t say anything. She just looked at him intently with those big blue eyes. He had to smile at her, but she didn’t seem at all reassured by it. He just looked at her for a long moment, enjoying the look of her. As the moment lengthened, she lowered her hands and tilted her stubborn little chin up defiantly. She looked even better that way.

  He unlocked the cell door and opened it. Elf-girl stayed put on the mattress, but her eyes seemed to get bigger. He looked her over again.

  “Stand up.” He ordered. She hesitated for just a moment before obeying, very slowly, warily. She seemed poised for flight, but just where she was going to fly to was another question.

  Somehow, indoors, he looked even bigger and blacker than he had outdoors. He’d changed his camouflage outfit for jeans and a blue shirt, and he just leaned against the cell doorway and looked at her, smiling. She could feel his eyes moving over her as if they were his hands. She suppressed an urge to shudder, and another impulse to cover herself with her hands. He’d already seen everything, hadn’t he? Hadn’t they?

  She certainly was a cute little thing, and there was still some fight left in her. She was also remarkably tough. The long, enforced hike through the woods had left her completely exhausted, but after one good, long sleep she seemed to have recovered…well, somewhat.

  “You hungry?” he asked finally. She all but jumped at the sound of his voice, but then just nodded, her expression uncertain.

  “Thought so.” He smiled. He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his hip pocket and held them up for her to see. “Let’s get these on you and then we’ll go get you fed.”

  Kimberley hesitated. She really didn’t want to be bound again, or handcuffed, but the thought of food made her salivate, and her stomach growled. She stepped forward, holding out her hands in front of her.

  “Uh-uh.” He shook his head, still smiling. She sighed once, then turned around and put her hands behind her. She felt and heard the cold steel lock around her wrists, and was grateful that he did not ratchet the cuffs down tight. Her wrists were still sore from being bound for so long.

  Her head bowed as he put the cuffs on her. Once she was secured, he clamped a hand on the exposed back of her neck. It was not a hard grip, but she flinched at his touch. He turned her around and steered her upstairs to the kitchen.

  As she passed the wall, Kimberley risked a quick sideways glance. They were indeed all pictures of naked women, one full-frontal view, one profile view each, and it looked as if all of them had their hands tied behind them. There were no names on the pictures. She shuddered at the thought that her own pictures would be on that wall soon. At leas
t she would be as anonymous as all of those other women.

  It was a little warmer upstairs, and she could smell food cooking. It made her start salivating again. What would they make her do for food? Whatever it was, she was so hungry now that she was almost certain that she would do it. She was painfully hungry: Not I-want-a-snack hungry, not well-it’s-dinnertime hungry, but half-starved. In addition to making her salivate, the smell of that wonderful food was making her lightheaded.

  The kitchen was larger than she would have expected, well-lit and clean. There was a massive wooden table against one wall, with four heavy wooden chairs. Next to one of the chairs was a thin mat. He steered her over to it.

  “Kneel.” He ordered, squeezing the back of her neck gently. Obediently, she knelt.

  He could feel her eyes on him as he ladled the thick chicken stew into a big wooden bowl. Well, most likely her eyes were on the stew. When he turned back to face her, he saw that she was still in the same position he’d left her, but her head was twisted around so she could look back over her shoulder. He saw her gaze fix on the steaming bowl. Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips furtively.

  This was a part of the game that he particularly liked. He sat down in one of the chairs facing her, and stirred the stew for a moment with, of course, a wooden spoon. He scooped some stew up into the spoon and held it out to her. She leaned forward eagerly for it, and made a tiny noise of dismay as she discovered that it was a little bit too hot. She blew on it impatiently for a moment, and then leaned forward to take it into her mouth. He watched her chew and swallow quickly. Then she was leaning forward, mouth open, eager for the next spoonful.

  It was fascinating to watch her eat. Her whole being seemed focused on that, and nothing else. Partway through the meal, she became too greedy, and some of the stew dribbled down onto her breasts. She didn’t seem to notice. She was really that hungry.