Female Prey & the Elusive Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  Kimberley grinned. “Yeah, he is…but I don’t want to make it easy for him or anybody else, for that matter. He’s been sticking very close to me ever since I got to town.”

  Evelyn looked thoughtful. “You don’t plan to stay here overnight then?”

  “Well, I did when I first got here…but now I kinda need to shake him off as soon as I can.”

  “I see. How much of a head start are you thinking of?”

  “As much as I can get. Can you help me? Is that allowed?”

  “A moment.” Evelyn held up a hand. “Yes?” she called out to the men.

  “We’re all ready,” one of them replied. He was the one with the rope.

  “Very well.” Evelyn nodded. “Do you want to strip her yourselves?”

  The man grinned. “No,” he answered. “We’d like to watch her do that.”

  “Excuse me.” Evelyn patted Kimberley’s arm and walked into Anne’s stall. “You heard them,” she said to Anne. “Remove your clothes. All of them.” She pushed back the sleeve of her dress to look at a wristwatch. “Your hour begins…now.” She stepped back out of the stall and beckoned Kimberley over to her. For now, Kimberley laid her pack down on the floor of the barn. She went to stand alongside Evelyn as the four men, all grinning with anticipation, entered Anne’s stall and took up positions surrounding her. Kimberley noticed for the first time that there was no blanket in the stall, just a thick layer of straw. It looked…pointy. It probably would not be very comfortable.

  Anne gave the men surrounding her a quick, angry look. She kicked off the tennis shoes she was wearing. Then she turned her head to look at Kimberley, and the look of anger was replaced by something very like…defiance? Spite? Kimberley wasn’t sure what to call it, but Anne held her gaze as she began to pull her t-shirt off over her head.

  There was an appreciative murmur from the men when Anne bared her breasts. They were full, but not especially large, ripe and round and firm with pinkish-brown nipples. They jiggled nicely when she threw the t-shirt into a corner of the stall. She gave Kimberley one last hard look before shucking off her shorts. She didn’t seem to be wearing any panties. The shorts were tossed into the corner with the t-shirt.

  The man with the rope came up and roughly yanked her wrists behind her. Anne kept her eyes fixed on Kimberley as she was bound. She winced once as the man yanked the knot tight, but otherwise her expression did not change. Then the man pulled her bound wrists higher up and ran a length of rope around her neck once…twice…and then apparently tied the end off to her wrists. Anne’s concentration on Kimberley evaporated. “Hey…” she licked her lips and quickly looked over towards Evelyn. She didn’t say anything, but her face conveyed the question she didn’t ask: Can they DO this? Evelyn said nothing. Her face showed nothing.

  “Shut up.” The man who had tied her slapped her hard on her rump, making her yelp. “On your knees,” he ordered, pushing down on her shoulders with both hands. It was so sudden, and apparently so forceful, that Anne’s legs buckled and she dropped to her knees in the straw. She looked up and around at the men, eyes wide now, and Kimberley wondered if she’d ever actually done anything at all like this before. Just like Cat, though, she was now on the wrong side of her minute to choose.

  Kimberley guessed that the man who had tied Anne must be the leader of the group. He had nice, big shoulders and a short black goatee that gave him a definitely sinister look. He stood in front of Anne, looking down at her. Anne would not look up. She kept her eyes fixed on the straw beneath her knees. She didn’t look up even when he reached down with both hands for her breasts and since her head was turned away, Kimberley couldn’t see her expression. She didn’t struggle much, though; just a little wriggling and one faint noise that could have been a weak complaint. After a moment, he let go of her breasts.

  “Time for your training, girl.” He had a deep voice that Kimberley found very sexy. She wondered what Anne thought of it, but she still couldn’t see her face.

  The man grabbed a fistful of Anne’s hair and yanked her head up. “You look here,” he told her, pointing to his own eyes. “You understand me? You look here!”

  Anne nodded…well, she tried to nod, but with him holding on to her hair all she could manage was a jerky bob. Kimberley was pretty sure what was going to happen next.

  She was wrong. Instead of getting his cock out and making Anne take him in her mouth, Mr. Sinister briefly looked up and nodded to one of his henchmen before fixing his eyes on Anne’s again. Anne whimpered. Maybe she would have looked around to see what was coming, but he had such a tight grip on her hair that she couldn’t. Kimberley saw the henchman take something out of a pocket. He shook it out with a snap of his wrist. It looked like a miniature cat-o’-nine-tails. He flicked it once, not hard, against Anne’s unprotected ass. Anne flinched at the sting. She yelped and tried to twist her head around.

  It was useless. Sinister simply gripped her hair tighter and he gave her head a rough shake, putting his face closer to hers.

  “You look here!” he repeated. “HERE!!” Anne whimpered again. She really looked scared now, Kimberley thought. The man standing behind Anne flicked the whip across her ass again, lightly. Anne shuddered, but this time she didn’t try to move. Again. Anne whimpered, but she barely moved at all this time.

  Kimberley, watching intently, wondered just what was the point of such a mild whipping. From the sound of the strips of leather hitting Anne’s bare and vulnerable flesh, it had to sting, but it didn’t look as if it stung all that much. After the first few hits, Anne seemed to be able to endure it without too much trouble. The man doing the whipping wasn’t even keeping to a regular rhythm. Sometimes the strokes came closely together, other times there were long pauses between the strokes.

  Then the whip-handler smacked Anne’s rump with a much harder blow. Anne shrieked and tried to twist away again, with no more success than before. “HERE!” Sinister bellowed at her as the whip came down again, almost immediately, with a much lighter touch. There was another pause. It was very quiet in the barn now, except for Anne’s moaning.

  Kimberley suddenly understood what was going on. Anne couldn’t tell when the next blow was coming or how hard it would be, or, for that matter, how long this would go on. Well, obviously, it couldn’t go on past the appointed hour, but right now time was going VERY slowly for Anne, and even one agonizing minute could seem like an hour. Kimberley watched with interest, trying to imagine herself in Anne’s place. How would she be reacting about now?

  WHAP! It was the hardest hit yet. Anne shrieked again, but she did not even try to pull free and she obediently kept her eyes locked with Sinister’s. Kimberley could see tears welling up in Anne’s eyes. The next stroke was so light that it was more like a caress, but Anne flinched at the touch anyway. The maddening, irregular punishment went on until Kimberley found herself flinching in sympathy with each stroke, hard or light. How long was this going to continue? What were these men trying to do? She looked quickly at Greg. He was standing out of the way, in a corner of the stall, watching the proceedings intently. Did he know what was going on or was he watching this to learn something new? He must have felt her gaze on him, because he looked up. He smiled in a most unreassuringly way and winked at her before returning his attention to Anne’s ordeal.

  Anne finally reached her breaking point in the middle of a long pause after a very light stroke. She opened her mouth wide and kept it like that, making a pleading “Ah…ah…” noise. Sinister held up his free hand and the whip-handler checked himself in mid-swing.

  Interesting, Kimberley thought. Out of sheer desperation, Anne was doing the only thing she could think of to stop them from flogging her tender ass anymore, begging to be allowed to do what they’d intended to make her do in the first place.

  Sinister unbuckled and lowered his pants one-handed, keeping his grip on Anne’s hair. Anne leaned forward, her mouth still held open and her tongue reaching out for his cock before he was quite ready. An
ne seemed eager…or desperate. Sinister let her take the head of his cock in her mouth. Then he pushed himself in deeper while using his hold on her hair to pull her forward until she began to choke and struggle. He let her pull back. He wasn’t fully erect yet and his cock slipped out of her mouth. Coughing and gasping, Anne immediately took him back in and the scene repeated.

  It struck Kimberley that Anne wasn’t really very practiced at this. Her movements were jerky and awkward, and she was beginning to drool a lot. It didn’t seem to matter to Sinister. In fact, any time Anne seemed to settle down to a rhythm, rocking back and forth as she sucked his cock, he would thrust himself forward and pull her head closer until she choked and gagged again and had to pull away for air. And every time, after she’d barely gotten one good, deep breath, her mouth immediately sought out his cock again. Kimberley hugged herself and shivered. She was growing more and more aroused as she watched this. Even an unskilled woman ought to be able to make a man come without too much trouble, but it was apparent to her that Sinister was dragging things out by his actions. Would Anne eventually decide that more flogging was preferable to near-suffocation?

  Grunting and whining, Anne began sucking faster, her head bobbing. Her eyes were shut tight and it seemed as if she was concentrating on nothing else in the world except for the cock in her mouth. Saliva dribbled down her chin and dripped in long strings to the straw below. Well, it probably wasn’t just saliva now, Kimberley thought. Sinister hadn’t come yet, but she knew from her own experience that a cock began leaking its own sticky, salty precum well before that happened.

  The whip-handler brought the little cat-o’-nine-tails down across Anne’s rump again. She straightened up with a muffled squeal just as Sinister pulled her head forward again. He held her there for what seemed to be a very long time while Anne squirmed and grunted and choked. When he finally let go, Anne sagged back, choking, gasping and spluttering…but Sinister STILL hadn’t come. Anne made no resistance when he pulled her back towards him. She seemed more anxious than ever to suck, suck, suck. Another light stroke from the whip made her redouble her efforts. Anne’s ordeal went on…and on. Kimberley realized that she was salivating pretty heavily herself. She swallowed, just as Sinister came with a loud groan. He pulled Anne’s head close to him again and held her there, ignoring the plaintive, desperate noises Anne was making as well as her weak struggles. The whip-handler gave her ass another stinging stroke.

  Finally, Sinister let Anne pull her head back. She coughed and spluttered, a mix of Sinister’s come and her own saliva spraying and dribbling from her mouth as she gasped for air. She looked completely worn out and probably would have fallen over onto her side in the straw if Sinister hadn’t kept her upright with his tight, painful grip on her hair.

  Sinister took his cock in his free hand and wiped it across Anne’s cheeks. He looked over towards Greg. “You,” he said. “You’re next. C’mere.”

  Anne groaned despairingly as Greg stood in front of her and took a fistful of her hair after Sinister let go. She looked up at Greg pleadingly even as she opened her mouth for him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Anne lay on her side in the straw, coughing, shaking and whimpering, her back to Kimberley and Evelyn. The men had finished with her only a few minutes ago. Before they left, they’d cut the rope that ran from her bound wrists to her neck, but then they’d hogtied her. She looked to be a picture of misery.

  Kimberley felt the need to lean against something solid. There was a nice massive post rising up from the floor that served pretty well for the moment. She also felt a need to get one of those crooked little black cigars out of her pack and light it up, but it didn’t seem to be a good idea to do that inside a wooden building full of hay and straw, no matter how much she wanted it.

  She had never seen anything quite like it. Anne had been made to suck each man’s cock in turn, trying desperately to please them even as they made doing that so very, very difficult for her. By the time the fourth man—the one who had whipped her—was done, she was a mess. Semen mixed with her own saliva dripped from her chin, onto her breasts, belly and thighs. A lot of it had gotten into her hair. Anne didn’t seem to notice, or care. The minute whip-handler had let go of her hair she’d fallen over onto her side and just laid there. She hadn’t struggled or complained when they hogtied her. Her ass was striped in varying shades of red. Kimberley could see a number of welts.

  Evelyn looked at her watch. “She still has a little over half an hour to go,” she commented.

  “What?” Kimberley couldn’t believe it. Even though she’d just been watching the episode, it felt like it had gone on for way more than an hour. “So…the men will be back?”

  “Oh, I fully expect so.” Evelyn nodded. “They’ll probably hit the saloon for a drink or two first, though. They need to recharge a little.”

  Kimberley looked at Anne, then back at Evelyn. “You’re kidding.”

  “Elf-Girl,” Evelyn raised one eyebrow a fraction of an inch, “I am NOT kidding.”

  “But…she can’t take any more…” Kimberley pointed at Anne’s motionless form.

  Evelyn regarded her watch again. “She’ll have to. The hour isn’t up and believe me, if I thought she was in any real danger, I would stop everything. In the meantime, I believe you were trying to ask me something earlier.”

  “Uh…yes, I was. I’m trying to shake my stalker. I pointed him out to you.”

  Evelyn smiled. “If you don’t want to be caught, why are you even out here?”

  Kimberley sighed. “It’s a little complicated, and I don’t think I have all that much time to explain. Let me just say that I fully expect to be caught, eventually, but I don’t want to make it too easy for anybody.”

  “All right.” Evelyn seemed to accept that. “But what does that have to do with me?”

  “I…need to get out of here,” Kimberley said. “I need to put some room between me and Gre…my stalker. I don’t know if you can help, if you’re allowed to help, but…”

  “You were required to observe, Elf-Girl. And I am afraid I am not permitted to help under these circumstances. I am a proctor, not an enabler.”

  “I know! And I did observe…all of it…so far…” She looked back at Anne, lying very still in the stall. “I actually feel kind of sorry for her now.” She sighed. Okay, now she’d have to think of some other way to shake Greg.

  “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Evelyn asked quietly.

  “What?” Kimberley thought that her ears had deceived her.

  “I’m sure that you do,” Evelyn went on in the same low tone. “If you don’t want to run the gauntlet of any men still lounging about the main street, there is a small door back here that you could use. You see it? Just over there? You could get to the saloon and back without being seen quite easily.”

  It took Kimberley a moment to realize just what Evelyn was telling her. “Ohhh!” she smiled at last. “Yes, I do need to go. Very much. Thank you!” She picked up her pack and started for the door.

  Evelyn cleared her throat. That eyebrow was raised again. Kimberley stopped.

  “What now?”

  Evelyn nodded at the pack. “If you take that with you, Elf-Girl, I’ll have to wonder if you were telling me the truth about having to use the bathroom after all. More to the point, your stalker is not likely to believe it either.”

  Kimberley looked at her pack, back at Evelyn, back at the pack. Dammit!

  “You’re right,” she sighed, putting it back down. She unhooked her canteen. “I might as well fill this while I’m at it,” she said innocently, holding it up.

  “I suppose you should,” Evelyn nodded in solemn agreement.

  Kimberley unzipped the pack and took out the foil package that held four of those crooked little cigars. “I may need to smoke…to settle my nerves…before I come back.” She looked at Evelyn questioningly.

  “Perfectly reasonable.” Evelyn nodded. “You have matches?”

  “Y
ep.” Kimberley patted the small pocket sewn into the arm of her shirt. There was a small waterproof metal container there, holding a number of wooden matches.

  “Well, then,” Evelyn shrugged. “I suppose I’ll see you in a little while.” She smiled wryly. “Not making it too easy can cut both ways, Elf-Girl.”

  Kimberley managed a rueful laugh. “So I’m learning.” She slipped out the small back door with a good-bye nod to Evelyn and quietly closed the door behind her.

  She took a quick look around to make sure that she was unobserved and then jogged away into the surrounding forest. To hell with stealth for now. She had, at the extreme outside, just thirty minutes to put some distance between her and Greg…and anybody else who might be looking for her. If she went at a slow and careful pace, she might cover all of eight hundred yards, which was not nearly enough. By jogging, she should cover at least two miles easily. She took a quick glance at her cheap wristwatch, making note of the time. In half an hour, she would stop to rest, fire up one of those little cigars, and think about what to do next.

  She hated having to leave her pack behind, but Evelyn had been right. Anyway, when she got to another one of those mini-towns she could re-equip herself. In the meantime, besides her canteen, she still had her map, her compass and her trusty survival knife. She smiled and patted the hilt as she trotted along. Elf-Girl could survive for a while this way. Sure she could. She wouldn’t like it much, though.

  Jogging required only physical effort. She had plenty of time to think and a lot to think about. What was the deal with Anne, for starters. All right, so she’d pushed Anne’s buttons pretty hard, but her intention had been to draw attention away from Anne and Jessie and focus it on herself, all to further the legend of Elf-Girl. Anne’s initial reaction had been about what she’d expected…but then Anne had gone completely overboard. Even if her guess was correct that Jessie didn’t care for men while Anne did, it didn’t explain what Anne had just done…and would be made to do when the men came back for her. Kimberley doubted that Anne had been expecting anything so rough and brutal. She’d probably only seen the female captives, bound or in their cages. No doubt she and Jessie had found it all very titillating, something to help get the juices flowing later when they were safely back at the hotel. Now…well, it would be interesting to see how it all played out when they did get back to the hotel, but Kimberley was getting very used to seeing only the middle parts of all the stories here. It was a lot like repeatedly walking into movies thirty minutes after they had started and leaving them thirty minutes before they ended. You could make guesses about what had gone on before and more guesses as to how it turned out, but in the end, you could never be sure.