Female Prey & the Elusive Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  “Ahhh…” the woman exhaled softly, making Kimberley shudder again. “Your friend is beautiful and very noisy, isn’t she?” Her hand was still in position over Kimberley’s, but now it was just matching Kimberley’s movements. Barbara was howling now as Bull pumped her furiously. Kimberley’s hand quickened to match the rhythm of Bull’s rapid thrusts.

  Then the woman took Kimberley’s exposed ear gently between her teeth. Her tongue licked at it softly, feather-light. Kimberley was already very close to orgasm; that pushed her right over the edge and into a spinning, roaring, red and pink abyss. Dimly, she heard Barbara’s long, loud cry and Bull’s grunts as they both came at the same time.

  Kimberley felt as if she had melted into a warm, boneless puddle. She could not see very clearly at the moment, but she could hear Barbara moaning and groaning again as another man used her, and she could feel the strange woman gently moving her, rolling her onto her belly, pulling her arms behind her.

  “Ssshhh…quiet, my little Elf-Girl,” the woman whispered soothingly. “I’m not going to turn you over to those men.”

  It didn’t sound all that reassuring to Kimberley…and how did this woman know the name she was going by out here? She felt cords biting into her crossed wrists. Dammit! She complained through the now soggy bandana.

  “Oh, don’t worry…” the woman went on softly, softly…”We’ll both stay until those men are done with your friend.” She knotted the bonds on Kimberley’s wrists tightly, then moved forward on her hands and knees until she was straddling Kimberley’s prone form. She moved her mouth very close to Kimberley’s ear. “I want to watch too,” she whispered, and then her tongue flicked against Kimberley’s ear, making her shiver.

  “My, my…” the woman went on, in the same intimate tone. “Your ears are very sensitive, aren’t they?” Kimberley gave one low, muffled grunt. Then she felt the woman securing the bandana in place with another length of rope. “I’m sure there’s more to learn about you, Elf-Girl. But for now, let’s watch your friend. It’s very…arousing, don’t you think?” She rolled Kimberley back onto her side, refastened her shorts and carefully buckled the belt.

  It was very difficult to pay much attention to Jack’s turn at fucking Barbara. He took her from behind, just as Slapper and Bull did. “No ingenuity…” the strange woman whispered disapprovingly. It also seemed as if Bull had taken something out of Barbara. Her head hung low, and the only noises she made now were weak moans and whimpers. It didn’t help that the woman was cuddled up close behind her, spoon-fashion. She had one leg thrown over Kimberley’s legs while her free hand caressed and explored Kimberley’s torso, sliding under her shirt, under her sports bra, cupping a breast. Kimberley retaliated by trying to dig her fingers into the woman’s belly, but it was too well-muscled, and the woman only laughed quietly and throatily into her ear. Somehow that laugh also reminded Kimberley of a lone predator, amused by the last futile struggles of her prey. She closed her eyes. Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! It wasn’t supposed to go like this!

  “Hey, Ralphie! You up for it now or what?”

  Kimberley opened her eyes and tried to ignore the long, strong fingers caressing and tweaking her nipples. Whoever this strange woman was, she kept her nails fairly long and, as far as Kimberley was concerned, unnecessarily sharp.

  “Yeah. I am now!” Ralphie stood up. He looked a bit unsteady on his feet. Maybe he was drunk. He’d sure been hitting that bottle pretty hard.

  “How d’ya want her?” Slapper laughed. Ralphie wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Tie ‘er hands,” he said. His words were slurred, angry.

  “Ahhhh…” the woman purred, “this might be interesting.” She pinched Kimberley’s nipple, making her squeak. “Pay attention now, Elf-girl.”

  Barbara struggled weakly as they hauled her up into a kneeling position and tied her hands behind her with some kind of brown rope. Her lovely long hair was a mess now, tangled, dirty and matted here and there with sweat. She seemed to have some inkling as to what was coming, because she was shaking her head. Ralphie picked something up from the floor of the lean-to and handed it to Slapper before wobbling over to stand in front of Barbara. He took the end of her leash from Bull’s hand and gave it a nasty yank, glowering at Barbara the whole time.

  “Damn bitch!” he growled. “What the hell were y’ tryin’ t’do? Y’know how fucking SORE I am?”

  “I’m sorry!” Barbara wailed. “Please! I’m sorry!”

  Ralphie grinned evilly. “You’re gonna be sorrier, you bitch!” He backhanded her clumsily. Kimberley winced at the sound. Barbara tried to put her head down, turn away, but Bull yanked her back upright. Ralphie unbuckled his jeans and shoved them down around his knees. “Now,” he snarled at Barbara, thrusting his cock at her face, “Suck it!”

  “No! Please!” Barbara turned her head away. How much of the act was real and how much wasn’t Kimberley couldn’t tell.

  Ralphie turned to Slapper. “Boss?” he nodded towards Barbara. Slapper nodded and began walking towards Barbara. He held in his hand whatever Ralphie had handed him earlier. Kimberley couldn’t tell what it was. It was black, about as long as Slapper’s forearm, and half as wide as his hand. As he walked, he flicked it back and forth. Whatever it was, it wriggled a little as he did that. He came up to Barbara and held it up so she could see. Kimberley peered at it intently, trying to ignore the other woman’s hand as it fondled, probed and pinched. It looked like some sort of wide leather strap.

  “No…” Barbara recoiled from it. “No! I’ll be good!”

  Slapper patted her cheek and smiled. “Yes, you will,” he agreed. “But first…” he patted her cheek less gently and stepped to one side of her, raising his arm.

  Barbara yelped as the strap came down hard across her backside. Two more hard strokes, two more yelps, and Ralphie thrust his cock into Barbara’s face again. “I SAID SUCK IT!!!” he yelled. Whimpering, Barbara leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Eyes closed, she began to suck at it with small, slow, back-and-forth motions of her head and upper body.

  “You can do better than that!” Ralphie yelled. “Come on, bitch!” He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her towards him. Barbara choked, sputtered and tried to pull away. As if he were waiting for her to do that, Slapper brought the strap down across her ass again. It made a noise like a shot, and Kimberley flinched.

  “Ahhh…” the woman breathed. “This is better! Isn’t it, my little Elf-Girl?”

  Barbara kept trying to pull away, which only earned her more vicious blows with the strap. She tried to protect herself with her bound hands, but then Slapper aimed for whatever wasn’t covered at the moment.

  It occurred to Kimberley that Ralphie was taking a big risk trying to keep his cock stuffed into Barbara’s mouth while she was being whipped. Barbara had teeth, after all…but then, Ralphie was more than a little drunk. Then Barbara seemed to give up the fight entirely. She leaned forward, taking more and more of Ralphie in, almost frantically. He kept his hand on the back of her head, but let her pull away a little to draw one noisy breath. Then she took him in even deeper, burying her pert little nose in the mat of dark, curly hairs with a loud nasal grunt. Slapper grinned and stopped using the strap on her, but Barbara’s desperate attempts to please never slackened. She would pull back until just the head of Ralphie’s cock was still in her mouth and then lunge forward, no doubt getting short-and-curlies up her nose, accompanying the actions with gasps for air and grunts as he hit the back of her throat. Kimberley found that she was salivating at the sight.

  “Your friend is very good at that,” the woman observed, whispering right into Kimberley’s ear. “I’m glad we stayed to watch.”

  Kimberley made a rude noise through her gag and tried to shrug the woman away. All that got her was a whispery chuckle and a nipple pinched so painfully as to make her squeak. She subsided, and tried to concentrate on watching Barbara.

  Barbara had slowed down a little, but she was stil
l taking Ralphie all the way in with each stroke, and Ralphie seemed to be enjoying it immensely. He let her set the pace, but he kept his hand on her head. His head tilted back and he groaned. Barbara kept sucking him. When he groaned again, either Barbara quickened her pace or he used his hand to make her do it. Whatever the case, in a few minutes Barbara was making complaining noises with each quick, deep thrust…but she did not try to pull away. Suddenly, Ralphie clamped both hands around Barbara’s head and held her there, her face up against his belly again as he groaned and gasped and smiled. Barbara squeaked and squealed loudly through her nose, writhing and shifting her weight from knee to knee as he emptied himself down her throat. When Ralphie finally let go of her, she fell heavily onto her side in the dirt, mouth open and gasping for air. She barely seemed to notice when they tied her ankles with more of that dark brown rope, but she did manage to struggle a little as they put her in a hogtie.

  “I think that the show is over,” the woman whispered. “I think we should be going now.” She quietly drew Kimberley back from the fringe of cover they’d been hidden in and helped her just as quietly to her feet. Kimberley didn’t particularly want to go with her, but her only other choice seemed to be to fight and make enough noise so that Barbara’s captors came over to break things up. She did not want Barbara to see her get fucked by those men as she had watched Barbara get fucked by them, and she still wasn’t at all sure who this woman was, or what she wanted. There were supposed to be some woman-hunting women out here…was she one of them? Whoever or whatever she was, she was taller than Kimberley by almost a head, and she seemed to be very strong. Unhappy at this turn of events, but resigned, Kimberley let the woman lead her away.

  Chapter Seven

  The woman was indeed dressed all in black, and it would have been difficult for Kimberley to follow her through the woods at night except that the woman kept a strong and painful grip on Kimberley’s hair. At least it was better than being led naked and barefoot on a leash, Kimberley consoled herself. But how was this woman finding her way? It was very dark now, and Kimberley could hardly see anything at all.

  They walked for what seemed to be a long, long time with many turnings, until Kimberley was completely lost. This might be the woman’s intention, she thought. She was truly and deeply furious with herself. Here she had worked and planned to get Barbara captured so that she could go off on her own and create the legend of Elf-Girl. Then she let herself be captured…by a woman!…while she was indulging herself watching Barbara get worked over by her new owners. DAMMIT! How could she have been so careless?

  They came to some sort of thicket. At least, that’s what Kimberley thought it was, but it was so dark it could have been a wall or a huge boulder or a very beached whale for all she knew.

  “This part is a bit tricky, my little Elf-Girl,” the woman purred. “So I’m going to have to trust you to follow me.” She produced a small but powerful flashlight and switched it on.

  Okay, it was a thicket after all, Kimberley noted. There seemed to be a narrow path leading into it. A very narrow path, it looked more like a game trail. The woman glided into it soundlessly. For a moment, Kimberley debated trying to run, but she had learned last year that free hands were useful for walking and were probably vital for running. Anyway, where could she go? Even if she knew where to go…and at this point she definitely did not…the woman could run her down quite easily. She sighed heavily through her gag and followed.

  There was just enough light from the woman’s flashlight for her to pick her way along. Vines and thorns seemed to reach out to try and snag her, and she hoped that there were no unexpected roots or holes in the path to trip her up. There weren’t, and after a little while they came to…a tent? Well, it looked like a zippered tent flap anyway. The woman bent down and zipped it open with one fluid movement. “Inside, now,” she urged Kimberley.

  Kimberley obeyed. What choice did she have? She stepped from bare earth onto heavy canvas. The woman put a hand on her back to gently push her a little further in. It was even darker in here than it had been outside. Kimberley heard the sound of the flap being zippered secure behind her.

  “Please, sit anywhere,” the woman laughed. It was a sexy laugh, full-throated and a little bit husky. “I’ll have the lights on in a minute.”

  Kimberley sank to her knees. It felt as if there were some kind of padding under the canvas flooring. Cautiously, she twisted her legs around and sat as ordered. The little flashlight held between her teeth now, the woman reached up for something. There was a click, and a light came on, sudden enough and bright enough to make Kimberley blink.

  It was some kind of tent, all right, igloo-shaped, about ten feet across and six feet high in the middle where an electric lantern was hanging. The tent material was a dark, dark green, almost black. The woman tucked away her flashlight and sat down, cross-legged facing Kimberley. She pulled the black knitted cap off of her head and shook out a shoulder-length mane of thick, curling brown hair. The lantern light picked out reddish highlights in it.

  “Ahh,” the woman smiled. “That’s better. It’s really a bit too warm to be wearing this thing…” she tossed the cap to one side, where Kimberley saw a bedroll, a pack, and a small pile of clothing… “But it does keep my hair from getting tangled up in branches.” Her eyes, dark brown and intense, focused on Kimberley’s. “Now…let’s find out about you.” Leaning forward, she reached around behind and untied the rope holding in Kimberley’s gag. She pulled the soggy wad of cloth out with long, slim fingers and tossed it aside also…but to the other side of the tent. Kimberley worked her jaws for a moment and licked her lips.

  “Would you like some water?” the woman asked. She used the same tone of voice as a host offering a visitor a beverage, as if she were perfectly comfortable with the situation. Well, maybe she was, but Kimberley was not at all comfortable. Still, her mouth felt dry.

  “Yes, please.” Kimberley nodded. The woman leaned far over to her left without ever breaking her cross-legged position, plucked a canteen from behind the bedroll, flowed back upright and uncapped the canteen before holding it up to Kimberley’s lips. The water was warm, but welcome. Kimberley took a couple of gulps and the woman pulled the canteen back for a long drink of her own. She capped it and put it down alongside her. Still smiling, she leaned forward a little. Kimberley fought an urge to lean back.

  “How…how did you know my name?” she asked the woman.

  “Oh!” the woman reached into a velcroed pocket on the thigh of her black pants and pulled out something that looked like a cell phone. “I used this.” She held it up for Kimberley to see. “It’s a scanner. All the hunters have them.”

  “So…you’re a hunter?” Kimberley asked. Apparently the scanner read the chip implanted in her ear. Well, that made sense.

  The woman laughed again. “Actually, I think of myself as a huntress…but I can also be prey out here. That’s why I have this cozy little hideaway.” She waved an arm to indicate the tent. “We’re quite private and safe here.” Her smile sharpened. “I find you very interesting, Elf-Girl. Just what were you doing back there?” Those brown eyes seemed to fill Kimberley’s vision. The woman leaned very close now, still smiling…

  Kimberley found herself telling this woman everything, absolutely everything; starting from her adventure last year, hunted down in the wilderness by three men, the other two men and their captive, to the tipsy night when she and Barbara had planned to come here, to her scheme of revenge to get Barbara captured so she could watch her being broken and used…even to her plan to start the legend of Elf-Girl. She talked for a long, long time. The woman listened intently to it all, laughing at some points. At other points, such as when Kimberley told her of her long night staked out on the ground, formless shadows seemed to dance behind those brown eyes, her mouth opened a little and her breathing quickened. As much as she’d wanted to leave some things out, Kimberley found that she couldn’t. Something compelled her to tell it all…right down t
o the warmth and strength and feel and scent and sound and taste of Alpha.

  “My,” the woman said at last when Kimberley finally ran dry, “that is quite a story, Elf-Girl! I’m very impressed! By the way, you can call me Lane.”

  “Lane?” Kimberley frowned. “But…I thought you would want me to call you ‘Mistress’ or something like that.”

  Lane laughed again. She probably laughed a lot, Kimberley thought. It was the kind of laugh that men would find irresistibly attractive: throaty, smoky and sensual, with a hint of wildness about it.

  “I’m sorry,” Lane said. “I’m not laughing at you. I can understand why you would think that. But my dear little Elf-Girl…” she leaned forward again, cupping Kimberley’s chin in one hand, softly. “I only hunt women so that I can sell them.” She shook her head and all of that lustrous mane of hers flowed with it. “I’m not a dominatrix. I like men…and I love to be dominated by a strong, smart, tough one. Especially if he’s a little bit cruel.”

  “So…you’re going to sell me, then?” Kimberley’s voice was bitter. So much for the legend of Elf-Girl. Somehow, she couldn’t see herself bringing a high price at a slave auction, given the quality of the competition she’d seen so far.

  Lane cocked her head so that one eye was obscured by a spill of her hair. “Do you want to be sold? No, I don’t think so. You came here with a very different plan.”

  “Yeah. Well, it looks like it didn’t quite work out the way I planned, does it?” Kimberley retorted.