by S. J. Lewis
“There, now,” Greg said to her softly as his hand gently caressed the backs of her thighs. “That wasn’t so hard after all, was it? I told you, I’ve broken a few fillies, Elf-Girl.” Kimberley whimpered and sniffled. That seemed to be all the answer required of her. “Now,” Greg continued, “you just stay still for a minute.”
She felt him wrapping her crossed wrists with some kind of cord. It felt too thin to be rope, and he pulled it very tight…tight enough to hurt. She whimpered and sniffled some more, hoping the sounds would appease him.
“Good girl,” he said as he slid her off of him and onto the blanket. It was wet and clammy, but she made no complaint. He might start spanking her again if she did. He held her down with a hand in the small of her back as he shifted around. She didn’t try to see what he was doing. That might also provoke more spanking, and she didn’t think her sore little ass could take any more of that. It would be bad enough when he began to fuck her as it was.
Now she felt his knee on her back, pinning her down. She felt more cord being wrapped around her ankles…tightly. She was puzzled for a moment. He was going to fuck her, wasn’t he? Wouldn’t it be a bit difficult to do that with her legs tied together? Oh…wait…maybe he meant to make her suck him off instead. She remembered him and Anne in that barn and shivered deliciously. Okay, she could live with that…for now.
Then he made her bend her knees and she felt him tying her ankles to her wrists. What was he doing? Well, he was hogtying her, obviously, but then what could he do, or try to make her do?
“There we go,” Greg said with an air of satisfaction as he stood up and stepped away from her. Kimberley twisted over onto her side so she could look up at him. She didn’t ask anything, but she hoped that the look of confusion on her face would be all the question he needed.
“I’ll be right back,” he wagged a finger at her. “Don’t go wandering off.” With that, he turned away and sloshed his way back across the creek and on into the woods. Where was he going? Kimberley squirmed against her bonds, which only made the cords bite deeper. She opened her mouth to call him back, to beg him not to leave her alone like this, but she bit back the words and swallowed them.
He returned only a few minutes later, but they were terribly long minutes to Kimberley, who had been watching intently for him the whole time. He was carrying a backpack, and he shifted it to hold it over his head with both hands before he recrossed the creek. He came wading up onto the near bank and went right past Kimberley’s bound form, finally dumping the pack onto the ground, well away from the creek, next to a big old fallen tree. Kimberley rolled over onto her other side to keep an eye on him. She still did not know what he was planning to do. She saw him pull a sleeping bag out of the restraining straps that fastened it to his pack, unzip it, and spread it out on the ground. When he started walking towards her again, she expected him to pick her up and carry her over to the opened sleeping bag, but instead he sat down next to her and ruffled her still-wet hair.
“I’m gonna take a bath,” he told her as he began to pull his boots off. “You watch our stuff while I’m in the water, okay?”
She made no effort to conceal her interest as she watched him undress, and he pretty much ignored her anyway. His ass looked as good as she remembered. His legs and arms were well-muscled, without looking as if he spent hours in a gym keeping them that way. His belly was flat, but no six-pack, and his broad chest had just enough hair on it. His cock dangled heavily, jiggling with his movements. Kimberley imagined his body straining against hers, his cock, swollen and hard, invading her. Her vision blurred and her mind went cloudy for a moment. When her vision cleared, he was out in mid-stream, scrubbing away the trail grime with handfuls of sand as she had done only a little while ago. Had he learned that trick himself or was he just copying what he had seen her doing earlier? She kept watching. She couldn’t NOT watch. He acted as if he was completely ignoring her, but she thought that much of his bathing ritual was a performance for her benefit, aimed at arousing more than just her interest. It was working. She could feel the growing warmth in her belly, she could feel herself growing wet.
He finished his bath and came stalking slowly out of the creek towards her. Kimberley tried to keep her eyes focused on his face, but they kept straying towards his cock as if drawn there by some sort of magnetic attraction. The phrase “animal magnetism” flitted briefly into her thoughts, only to be roughly shoved back out again as an unwelcome and frivolous distraction. She was naked and bound. He was naked. They were out in the woods all by themselves. He could do just about anything he wanted to her, and she very, very much wanted to find out what it was that he wanted to do…as soon as she could…preferably by having him just go ahead and start doing it to her. She licked her lips and writhed in her bonds to get his attention.
That didn’t work. He picked up his discarded clothes, went back into the creek, and gave everything a quick soaking, rinsing and wringing-out. Then he carried it all over to the fallen tree and spread it out on the trunk to dry. He did the same with Kimberley’s clothes.
It was irritating, until Kimberley realized that he was trying to irritate her, playing his little game to prolong the suspense and keep her simmering until HE was ready. Okay, let him play his little games. She would wait him out…as if she could do anything else. Eventually he would run out of other things to do and he hadn’t gone to all the time and trouble to track her down and capture her not to screw her brains out once he’d succeeded. Finally, there was nothing left for him to pick up except Kimberley and her blanket. He squatted down and slid his arms under her, then, with a deep grunt, he straightened up, lifting her without too much apparent effort. He looked down into her eyes for a long moment. It wasn’t the most comfortable position she’d ever been in while being held in a man’s arms, but all Kimberley could do was look back into his eyes…they were so intense! Her heart was hammering away at her ribcage, as if it were trying to burst free. Her mouth felt suddenly dry.
He opened his mouth as if to say something…and then his mouth was mashed against hers, his tongue forcing its way between her lips. Kimberley yielded at once, closing her eyes. Her own tongue caressed his, and now and then found its way into his mouth. Her whole body, even her painfully sore bottom, was screaming “YES! YES!!”
He broke the kiss with an effort, leaving Kimberley gasping and waiting for him to do that again. Instead, he smiled down at her. “So you do kiss on the third date,” he chuckled. “You kiss pretty good, too.” She whined and tried and failed to press herself against him. He carried her over to the opened sleeping bag and gently laid her down on it.
‘Forget the stupid blanket!’ she thought as she watched him retrieve it and bring it over to spread out on that stupid tree trunk. He had her! She knew he wanted her! He had to know that she wanted him as well, right now! She was in his sleeping bag! She was helpless! She was ready!
He started to build a campfire, and she almost sobbed in frustration. As bad as the spanking had been, this was much, much worse, and she knew he was doing it on purpose. Was it to pay her back for teasing him and making him chase her all over the place? All right already! She got it! She was sorry! (Well, no, she wasn’t…not really, truly. She was much more frustrated than sorry.)
Still naked, he went back to the creek and partly filled a small, aluminum pot with water. He brought it back, made a crude tripod out of some sticks and hung the pot over the fire on it. Once he seemed satisfied that the tripod wasn’t going to collapse, he sat on his sleeping bag next to Kimberley and began gently stroking her body with one hand as he looked into her eyes again. She twisted around to present her breasts to his hand, and shivered as his fingers brushed against her nipples.
“Fuck me,” she whispered sweetly as she twisted closer, trying to press herself against him.
“Dinner comes first, little Elf-Girl,” he answered. “I’ve been hunting you down since early this morning and I haven’t had a chance to eat anything all day.”
His hand cupped her breast and squeezed gently.
“I haven’t eaten anything all day either.” Kimberley smiled up at him slyly. It wasn’t entirely true, but she was so sick of hash by now that it was true enough.
“I’ll make enough for both of us.”
“But I’m hungry now,” Kimberley pouted. She inched closer to him, close enough to nuzzle his thigh. “Mmmmm…and I see something you could…put in my mouth…”
Greg pulled her head away from him by her hair, making her wince. “You are a mercurial little thing, aren’t you?” he observed. “Not too long ago, you were trying to get away from me.”
“Well, I can’t get away now, can I?” Kimberley purred. “And didn’t it get you all excited, catching me…holding me down…tying me up? Why, you could do anything at all to me, and I couldn’t stop you. Maybe that’s gotten me all excited too. Can’t you tell?”
To her surprise, he leaned over, putting his face close to her belly. He inhaled noisily through his nose and leaned back, smiling. “Yes, indeed. I can tell,” he nodded, smiling. It was an annoyingly smug smile, Kimberley thought. He was enjoying this far too much for her liking.
He kept dragging everything out, taking great care in preparing the meal…it was just freeze-dried stew, for crying out loud! You throw it in the water and stir it every so often. That was all it took. Yet he paid more attention to it than he did to her.
It was at least a little better when it came time to eat. He freed her from her hogtie, which had become quite painful by then, freed her ankles, freed her wrists and retied them with some kind of braided nylon rope which was softer and did not bite so deeply into her flesh. He also fashioned a noose out of some of the same rope and put it around her neck, leaving six feet or so dangling as a leash. As he slipped it over her head, Kimberley found herself transported back to last year, when her captors had done the same thing to her. At that moment, some things suddenly became very clear. He hadn’t used her at all, in spite of her attempts to get him to do so, and that was very frustrating. But now she recalled all of the hard-learned lessons of last summer. She was a captive. He would use her when he was ready, and she would just have to wait and endure that waiting until that time came.
He moved her off of his sleeping bag before he fed her. She found a spot that wasn’t too uncomfortable to kneel on and settled down for her feeding, wincing a little because her rump was still pretty sore. She actually liked being fed by a captor, and Greg seemed to enjoy feeding her. He kept smiling at her, anyway, and he let his eyes roam over her body a lot. For her part, Kimberley resisted any urge to try to seduce him by making a sexy game of this. He would hold out the spoon to her, she would take it into her mouth, he would withdraw the spoon, and she would just eat her stew.
“You’ve done this before,” he observed after the first couple of spoonfuls. It wasn’t a direct question, so Kimberley didn’t answer, and that seemed to please him too. He said nothing more, and they finished their meal in silence. The darkness closed in until they were completely surrounded by it. Only the small circle of light put out by the campfire kept them from being engulfed by the night. It was the most romantic dinner Kimberley had ever had in her life.
When the meal was over, he carefully wiped her chin clean with a scrap of towel. They both might have done this before, but it could still be a bit messy no matter how much experience either one of them might have. He gave her some water, and then led her back to his sleeping bag.
She’d been in a constant state of arousal from the moment he started feeding her, and her heart beat faster as she knelt down on the soft, padded material. Surely he was going to use her now. She had noted how he looked at her, and she knew he wanted her. She had been properly submissive and obedient during the meal. She would be properly submissive and obedient whatever came next…but it was very hard for her to do that.
“On your belly,” he ordered, and she obeyed. He used more of that braided rope to hobble her ankles, leaving about a foot of slack. Okay, that wasn’t too bad. She could think of a number of wicked and wonderful things he could do to her while she was like this. He rolled her roughly onto her back. For a moment, she looked up at him expectantly. Then she remembered her place in this game and she looked away. His hands found her breasts and squeezed and molded the warm, yielding flesh, making her shiver and squirm in spite of herself. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth again. She yielded with a moan, opening her mouth wider for him…
And then he broke the kiss, leaving her panting and gasping. Her knees were raised and parted, even though her ankles were hobbled. When had she done that?
“You made me wait, Elf-Girl,” he said quietly. “You made me work very hard and wait for a very long time. Now, I think I’ll make you wait. I’m tired from chasing you all over the place. I think I’m going to get a good night’s sleep and fuck you in the morning.”
He put out the fire, plunging them into darkness. She felt him crawl into the sleeping bag with her, felt him zipping it up around them. He settled down behind her, holding her spoon-fashion. She felt a tug on her rope leash.
“No tricks,” he whispered, putting his arm around her. In the dark he probably couldn’t see her shudder as his warm breath brushed her ear, but he was so close to her he had to have felt it. “If you do anything to bother me, I’ll tie you to a tree for the night and let you sleep in the open. Understand?”
“Yes,” she replied in a small voice. What was she going to do with her hands? He was pressed up against her back, and her fingertips could feel the dark, curly hairs of his groin. If she moved her fingers just a little she could touch…no, she’d better not. She was frustrated almost beyond endurance already, but she would have to endure it for a while longer. She did not want to spend the night tied to a tree. He felt warm and strong against her. After a while, she felt his body relax and heard his breathing slow and deepen. Some time after that, she also drifted off to sleep. She was more than a little tired herself anyway, and if she could sleep, morning would seem to come faster.
She didn’t know what time it was when he woke her. It was still pitch-dark out. He was grumbling and growling as he fumbled the zipper of the sleeping bag open. He had to reach around her to get at it, and it seemed to keep slipping out of his fingers. The further down he got it, the more awkward the job seemed to become and the more frustrated he seemed to get. Kimberley tried to lay still, or at least not say anything, but she could feel his erection, thick and hard and throbbing, sliding around against her back and her rump and her bound hands as he struggled with the zipper. Finally, he threw the top cover back with an angry grunt. His hand grabbed her hair and he began hauling her out of the sleeping bag. Kimberley tried to help him move her, but there wasn’t very much that she could have done, even if she wasn’t still half-asleep and groggy. He let go of her hair and grabbed her by her upper arms, hauling her out of the bag and away from it. He threw her down on her back. She felt him on top of her, his legs forcing their way between her knees, spreading them wide, wider.
“I think you’ve waited long enough,” he growled at her in the dark. “I KNOW I have.”
His hand was between her legs, his fingers probing her, thrusting up into her, making her even wetter than she already was. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out, holding them under her nose for a moment so she could smell her own growing lust. “Yeah,” he growled again. “We’ve both waited long enough.”
He thrust himself into her, deep…and then deeper, pinning her shoulders down with his hands so he could thrust even deeper. Leaves and debris dug into her back, her arms, her bound hands and her still-smarting ass. Kimberley shut her eyes tight, threw her head back, and howled, her heels trying to dig into the earth to help her thrust her hips up to meet Greg’s attack.
It was pure, primitive lust. Greg pounded her heavily, slamming her against the ground as if he was trying to drive her into it. Kimberley bucked and twisted, howling and moaning like a she-
cat. It felt SO good…to be a captive female again, fucked and fucked HARD by a man who had captured her. It was even better that this man had gone to so much trouble to do that. She heard herself moaning his name, over and over again, her voice rising in pitch as he drove her closer and closer and closer…and then over the edge, whirling away in a great, roaring cataract.
Chapter Fourteen
It was morning. Kimberley awoke with the sunrise, as she almost always did when she slept outdoors. Her shoulders were stiff from her hands being bound all night, her ass still hurt and she was badly in need of a bath to wash off the dirt and bits of leaves that clung to her body and her hair. She felt wonderful!
Beside her, Greg was still asleep, on his back. The end of her leash was still tied around his wrist. He looked tired and worn out. Smiling, she snuggled closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body. He had just kept on fucking her after she’d come, grunting and straining and sweating. Maybe all that restraint he’d shown earlier had taken a toll on him, giving him “blue balls” and making it hard for him to come himself. She suppressed a giggle at the thought. He had come, finally, but not until after she had come again, another bone-jarring orgasm that had left her limp and boneless and glowing.
He was sleeping very soundly. Maybe she could work herself loose from her bonds and slip away, making him have to hunt her down all over again. Maybe. The fact was, she didn’t want to. She was done with being the bold, elusive Elf-Girl. Now she was the helpless captive Elf-Girl, wondering what her cruel captor would do to her next. The thought gave her a delicious shiver of anticipation. She wasn’t just any captive. She was the woman who had eluded capture for many days and even freed some other captured women before she was finally caught. Greg wasn’t just any cruel captor. This was the man who had pursued her for days, going through who-knows-what to run her down and catch her. That he seemed at home in the outdoors was an extra little plus to it all. She laid her head on his chest and sighed happily. She could look down the length of his body this way, especially at his cock, now lying on its side. It looked tired too. Well, for the moment, anyway.
