Female Prey & the Elusive Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  If the collar hadn’t prevented it, Kimberley’s jaw would have sagged open. It was Barbara! Barbara had been brought here, had suffered everything that Kimberley herself was suffering. All of the rough things she’d been wishing on Barbara had already been done to her, right here…and yet, she’d always talked of it as a dark and thrilling adventure, always had said she wanted to go back one day…

  There had still been a little bit of fight in elf-girl, a little bit of defiance. Now he could almost feel it running out of her between his fingers as she continued to stare. This was interesting, but it was holding up the proceedings. He brought her back to Earth with a quick little shake. She made no resistance at all as he steered her out through the door. He took one last quick glance back at the other woman’s pictures. Later, he could try to find out who she was.

  Kimberley stumbled along, still half in shock. If he hadn’t had such a firm grip on her arms, she might have fallen. Thoughts flitted through her mind, but the only clear one she could recall later was about Barbara’s hair. She had never seen it that long, and it looked terribly unkempt in her pictures. Was that why she had suggested Kimberley have her own hair cut quite short before she went on this…adventure?

  There were more rooms down here below ground than anyone would suspect. Kurt and Lloyd had already opened the door and were waiting for them. When elf-girl got her first look at it, she shuddered, but she did not fight, as he had expected her to.

  The room was small, maybe eight feet on a side, the walls the same drab gray cinderblock as everything else down here, but it was what sat in the middle of the room that grabbed her attention. It looked like a padded sawhorse. It sat on thin straw mats, and there were chains attached to it, here and there. The purpose of it seemed obvious, and the whole setup had a feeling of ritual to it. She stood staring down at the thing, frozen more in resignation than in terror. She could almost picture Barbara being similarly brought to this same room. She heard the heavy door close behind her and gulped.

  She was surprisingly docile as they bent her over the Horse: No fighting, no protesting, no pleading, just one little sob as Kurt clipped the chain that would keep her head down to her collar. She obediently spread her legs so that they could fasten the leather cuffs to her ankles. Short chains ran from these to the legs of the Horse. Then Kurt put the bit gag on her.

  She got one good look at the thing before the bullet-headed one stuffed it into her mouth. It looked like a bit for a horse, but it was much thicker, and as he wedged it firmly between her teeth, she could tell that it was made of some kind of hard rubber. She began to drool, in spite of her best efforts to swallow. She felt it being buckled snugly in place. And then they blindfolded her…

  He took a moment to make sure she was properly positioned on the Horse, that each cute little teat hung properly to either side of the padded crossbar, that nothing hard was poking into her anywhere. She wriggled and whimpered a little, but that was all. He gave her vulnerable little rump an affectionate pat, and then got the probe. It was an ingenious device, about as thick as his little finger and five inches long. There was an inflatable sheath around it. Operating the baseball-sized hand pump would inflate it, and it would stay inflated until a valve was opened in the neck of the pump. He began applying the lubricant to it generously.

  Kimberley felt like some sacrificial animal staked out on an altar. She was fairly certain what they were going to do, but the worst part of it all was waiting for them to get around to it. Her teeth dug into the hard rubber bit.

  He laid the probe down carefully on elf-girl’s back and spread her rear cheeks with his hands for a look. She jerked and wriggled and squealed at that, and he gave her cute little ass a hard slap. She yelped, whimpered, and seemed to settle down, but he gave her ass another hard slap as a reminder before spreading her again. That had to be the tightest-puckered little hole he’d ever seen. Elf-girl had probably never even thought of back-door romance. Grinning, he picked up the probe again. He used the tip of it to spread a bit more lubricant around, which provoked shudderings and grunts from her, and then he inserted it slowly. She groaned around the bit gag.

  Okay…okay…this wasn’t too bad…Kimberley tried hard to swallow, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. She couldn’t see (which somehow made things easier) she couldn’t move, there was nothing she could do at all…except maybe panic, and she was trying hard not to do that. If she could just stay relaxed, it might not hurt as badly as she was sure it would. But whatever it was that they had used to invade her felt new and strange, and her body wanted to struggle and expel it.

  He gave the hand pump a squeeze, then another. Elf-girl twitched at each squeeze, and he grinned. Another squeeze, another twitch. He kept going until she began to squirm and whine. She would need more stretching, but for now he stopped. He stepped up close behind her, and began to stroke her back gently, occasionally reaching down to tease a nipple with his fingertips.

  Now she felt uncomfortably stretched and stuffed, and she knew it wasn’t anywhere near over yet. The hands caressing her were a welcome diversion, the more so because they were so gentle, after all of the rough usage she’d endured up until now. She could feel her body beginning to respond to it, and that too would be a welcome diversion…wouldn’t it?

  Another slow pump, and then another. It looked as if elf-girl was trying very hard not to move or cry out, but she wasn’t succeeding completely. Her hands twisted and writhed in their cuffs, slim fingers alternately stretching and closing. Sometimes, one of their guests would completely lose it on the Horse, panicking, fighting, screaming and begging. The ones that did that rarely ever came back again.

  It didn’t quite hurt yet, but it felt very close to it, and it was getting increasingly difficult to focus her mind on anything BUT whatever it was they had shoved up into her. She tried to concentrate on taking long, deep breaths. If Barbara had endured this, she could…couldn’t she?

  It was going to take quite a bit more to get her truly ready. The next slow pumping drew a long groan from her, and she seemed to sag onto the Horse. When he stroked her back again, her skin felt slightly clammy. This room had its own independent heating and cooling unit, and he gave Lloyd a signal to turn up the heat a bit. Another slow pump, another long groan. He leaned over her again, stroking her shoulders and back. Then, on impulse, he reached out and fondled her ears.

  Something exploded in her mind when those hands touched her ears. As a child, she had been terribly sensitive about them. Other kids would poke fun at them, so she had insisted on always having her hair long enough to cover them, no matter how hot the weather. Out on a dig site, she often put it up in a ponytail to keep it out of the way, and she knew that some men thought her ears gave her an intriguing, exotic look, but she kept her hair long out of force of habit, and some residual insecurity from her childhood days. Her ears were also VERY sensitive. An old boyfriend had once joked that he could probably make her come just by kissing and nibbling them, and he had been very nearly right. Now one of her captors was touching them…

  That had been a moan, not a groan, he was certain. He lightly stroked her ears again, to make sure. She moaned. Well, now, this was interesting. He traced out the delicate lines with his fingertips, and she moaned again. He gave the hand pump another squeeze, and she moaned yet again.

  All this time, he’d been trying to find the key to unlock her, and it had been one of the first things he’d noticed about her, days before while peering at her through the binoculars. He’d found her ears fascinating enough to call her elf-girl, but until now hadn’t even touched them. He chuckled to himself. It was true enough. Hide something in plain sight and very often no one would notice it. He ran a hand between her legs. She was getting wet, but there was still a ways to go. Now, though, he knew how to get her there. He kissed the tip of one ear, ran his tongue over it once, and went on.

  The thing stuffing her rear grew tighter and tighter, and the bonds holding her in place grew no looser,
but Kimberley no longer cared. Hands caressed her body, played with her breasts, teased her nipples, stroked her thighs…and her ears. It felt as if she were melting into a warm, pink liquid, blind, deaf and dumb but achingly sensitive to touch. Her flesh tingled. It felt uncommonly warm, almost glowing.

  Blind, yes. The blindfold did that. Deaf…not exactly, but they were being very quiet as they did things, wonderful, terrifying and delicious things to her. And dumb…well, the gag kept her from forming any words, but she could make noises to let them know when they did something she particularly liked. She was drooling freely now, and making no effort to stop. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help anything, not any more.

  The probe had done about as much as it could do. Her puckered little hole was distended now, stretched tight, and she was very wet and nearly dripping, moaning almost continuously. He stepped up close behind her, unzipping his pants.

  Kimberley felt one of them entering her, slowly, and tried to put her sheer pleasure into another moan. Hands fastened on her hips as he drove himself deeply into her. She was completely stuffed now, filled almost to bursting. If one of them was to remove her gag now, her mouth would welcome his cock too. She would take him in hungrily, eagerly.

  A few deep, slow thrusts confirmed that she was about as ready as any woman ever was. Still inside her, up to the hilt, he opened the little valve to the probe, letting the air out.

  She felt the pressure on her anus lessening. If they were doing that, they were going to be removing it, and there was only one reason they would do that, she thought: To put something else in. She moaned again, partly with relief, and partly in anticipation. She moved her hips as best she could, trying to lean back into her captor, whoever it was. She was almost sure it was the one she only knew as the leader, the alpha male. He would want to use their captive this way first himself. She shivered deliciously.

  He removed the deflated probe and handed it off to Kurt. It was almost clean. There were reasons for everything they did to their guests, even the bit gag. It was there to give a woman something to bite down on, other than her tongue. Elf-girl had been fed sparingly these past days partly to keep her weakened, but chiefly to keep this particular episode from getting too messy. After this…well, they would see. He put a dollop of lubricant on her, spread it carefully with his finger, pushed a little bit of it inside of her and felt her clench around his finger. He smiled. She was still tight, but not too tight. Pulling out of her, he used his hand to guide the head of his cock.

  She felt him, hard and warm, rubbing slowly across her anus, and gave a whine of impatience, trying to thrust herself back and on to him again. She wanted him in her now. She wanted them in her now, all at once or one by one. Her body was afire, consumed with desire, with lust, and it was terribly cruel of them to prolong this now. She whined again, no longer caring how she acted or how she looked. She briefly wondered if Barbara had acted this way too, when her time had come.

  It took a bit of hard pushing to get inside of her at first. She was still pretty tight, even if she did seem eager, and he applied more lubricant. Finally the head of his cock was in. He took a deep breath, got a grip on her, and thrust himself all the way in with one muscular shove. Elf-girl’s back arched, the chain connecting her collar to the frame of the Horse yanked tight, and she let out one long, guttural wail. Her hips began to move, writhing, seeming to try to take him in even further. He could feel her constricting around him, tight and hungry.

  Kimberley strained at her bonds, knowing it was useless but having to do something. Oh God, oh God, oh God…it hurt a little, but only a little, and that hurt was drowned under the waves of sensation coursing through her body. And then, he touched her ears again, lightly, his fingertips tracing out all the delicate curves. Something snapped. It broke like an overfilled dam, suddenly, completely, catastrophically and utterly.

  She was completely limp when they carried her back into her cell. She had been completely limp from the moment she’d been released from the Horse, and had stayed that way even as they washed her down. She wasn’t unconscious, though. Her eyes would flutter open now and then, but they didn’t see anything. Her vision seemed to be focused on something inside of herself, something invisible to them, but fascinating to her. She moved a little while they were washing her, smiled faintly, made occasional noises of pleasure, but she remained limp. She was not a large woman, but even a small one is hard to handle when she’s that limp. It took all three of them to carry her back to her cell and lay her down on her mattress. This time, they provided her with a small pillow and a light blanket. They covered her carefully before they left, locking her in.

  “That,” Kurt observed, “Was one of the sweetest little pieces of ass I’ve ever had. Tight, eager and noisy.”

  Ron chuckled. “She was indeed all of those things. Gentlemen, I think we have a repeat customer here.”

  “Sure hope so.” Lloyd said, looking back at her and licking his lips. He shook his head once. “Never thought she had it in her, really.”

  “She didn’t until she had us in her.” Kurt cracked.

  “We’ll let her sleep now.” Ron went on as he ushered the two out. “One or the other of us will have to keep an eye on her, but we’ll just let her sleep until she wakes up on her own. I think she needs it.”

  Chapter Ten

  Day Ten

  Kimberley lay on her back, eyes closed, no longer asleep but not yet fully awake. The thin blanket they’d given her had slid down to her waist, and she was enjoying the feeling of faint currents of air moving over her bared breasts. She was also enjoying the feeling of the blanket against her legs, of the mattress against her body, but mostly she was enjoying the feeling of being fully rested for the first time in many days. She was still hungry, but that seemed minor just now. She was also a little sore, but she compared it to the good kind of sore one felt after vigorous exercise. She took a deep breath, held it, and let it out in a long, contented sigh. Eyes still closed, she smiled to herself. She understood what Barbara had told her much better now. She understood a lot of things much better now, including what a horny little mink she was. She reached up to touch her ears lightly, as he had done, and the sensation made her shiver.

  How long had they let her sleep? They hadn’t bothered her at all, but she was sure they had been watching over her. She dimly recalled waking up in the dark, desperately needing to use the bathroom. She had gone to the cell door and called out for someone, anyone, not expecting them to hear her. But very quickly, the alpha male had come through the door, let her out, led her to the bathroom and escorted her back when she was done. She had been asleep again almost as soon as her head had hit her new pillow, but she thought she remembered him tucking the blanket around he before he left.

  Eyes still closed, she stretched slowly, enjoying the feel of the stretching of her muscles. She ran her hands over her breasts, across her belly, down her thighs. It was surprising how much pleasure she could feel now. Part of it came from imagining that it was one of her captors hands touching her, part of it probably came from no longer being so dead-tired.

  If she called out now, one of them would no doubt show up right away. Instead, she rolled onto her side and pretended to still be asleep. She wanted a little more time to think. What had changed so much since…was it yesterday? Down here she had no idea what time of day it was, not even anything more than a vague notion of what day it was. It didn’t matter. That was Before. This was Now. Why were they different? She had determined, once it seemed that there was no quick way out, to endure her captivity like a felon serving out a long sentence, looking forward only to the day of release. Now, she was looking forward to this day, another day of sexual slavery, of male hands on her body and male cocks in her body. What had changed? It had to be more than finally getting a good night’s sleep. In fact, she was sure she would still be looking forward to the day if she were still tired. So, what was the difference?

  Discovering that Barbara had bee
n here herself, had had her own pictures taken for that terrible wall…was it really still so terrible? That had something to do with it. She had been fucked in the ass. Repeatedly. She rolled the words over on her tongue, silently, savoring the crudity of them. That might have something to do with it. And they had discovered her ears. That certainly had something to do with it, but even so, the whole seemed greater than the sum of its parts.

  She had thought that they treated her like an animal. Well, they had. They’d kept her caged, kept her naked, used her at their whims. That horrible long trek through the woods, naked, bound and leashed, hungry, thirsty and dirty, had affected her thinking too. But still…here they also kept her clean and sheltered. They kept a watch over her. Their care of her had been rough, almost brutal, but they had taken that care, all the same. She hadn’t really realized it until now. And now…it was as if, after forcing her along that trek through the woods, they had then taken her along another trek here, a trek through her own self. She liked that idea. Two treks, two journeys, one outdoors and physically draining, the other indoors but just as draining in its own way. And now here she was, still caged and still naked but different…somehow.

  Oh, to Hell with too much analysis. She sat up on her mattress, wondering how many other naked captives had shared it, and stretched again. She stood up and padded over to the cell door, ignoring the chill of the floor. When she called out, someone would come for her. She was hungry and thirsty, and knew they would give her food and drink. And they would fuck her again…and again.