Female Prey & the Elusive Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  She heard him make a noise somewhere between a grunt and a cough. His hand came down gently on her head, his fingers in her hair, the heel of his palm resting on her ear. “Elf-Girl,” he murmured.

  Kimberley shivered uncontrollably at the touch. She tried not to moan, but failed.

  “What?” she heard him say just before he sat up. She twisted away from him, sitting up herself, facing him.

  He looked at her for a moment, craning his neck from side to side to look at her ears. She felt her face reddening.

  “Hold still,” he ordered. He reached out with both hands and lightly brushed his fingers against her ears. She held as still as she could, but his touch made her quiver all over. She bit her lower lip to keep from moaning again.

  “I’ll be damned,” he said wonderingly. He fondled her ears gently with both hands. Kimberley closed her eyes, shivered and moaned. She couldn’t help herself now. He was bound to find out the secret of her ears sooner or later, but now that he had she felt suddenly very small and vulnerable. She was suddenly afraid he would laugh at her.

  He didn’t laugh. He kept his hands on her ears and gently pulled her close for a kiss. “Elf-Girl!” he chuckled as he let her go. He was smiling. “Oh, you are a prize! Is that why you wear your hair so short?”

  It was a direct question. She could answer it. “No, Master,” she replied as she looked down and away. “Well, not originally. It’s just easier to care for outdoors this way.”

  “You shouldn’t change it,” he said. “It suits you.”

  Not a direct question. Kimberley said nothing.

  “You’ve done this before. Right?”

  “Yes, Master,” she nodded, still looking away. She wasn’t quite sure what he meant by ‘this’, but a short answer seemed best. If he wanted details, he could ask her more questions.

  “All right,” he shrugged after a minute. He gave her leash a tug. “Come on, Elf-Girl. Let’s go wash up.”

  She followed him into the creek, shuffling awkwardly because he had left her ankles hobbled. He led her out until she was knee-deep in the water and then he made her kneel. In the early morning, the water seemed much chillier than it had been yesterday. She couldn’t help shivering, and she hoped this wouldn’t take long.

  He seemed to take a lot of pleasure in running his hands all over her body. That would have given her a lot of pleasure too, but he was using small handfuls of sand to scrub her, and between that and the cold water…well, it wasn’t as pleasurable as it might have been. He used his hands to wash between her legs as well…but he didn’t use any sand for that. Still, he was quite thorough, and after a little while Kimberley was shivering from something other than the cold water.

  He untied her leash from his wrist and turned and dove into the creek, splashing her. He didn’t come up right away…or even a little after that…or even a lot after that, and she was beginning to worry when he came rocketing up out of the water. He ran his fingers through his hair as he waded over to her, grinning. He picked up the end of her leash and gave it another little tug as he stood very close in front of her.

  Kimberley knew perfectly well what this meant, but all she did was look up at him without raising her head. He had to tell her.

  He took his cock in his free hand and brushed the tip of it against her lips. “Suck it,” he said. “Come on.”

  She really would have preferred to be on dry land instead of half-submerged in chilly water for this. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took in the head of his cock, closing her lips tightly around it. She leaned forward, taking more of him in, pushing the tip of her tongue up against the shaft. She drew back slowly, stopping when she felt her tongue-tip slide into the ‘v’ on the underside of the head of his cock. She leaned forward again, taking a little more of him in than last time. He seemed perfectly content to let her set the pace, for now, at least. She felt his hand rest on the top of her head.

  “You’re going to do this every morning, Elf-Girl,” he told her. She fervently hoped that doing this every morning did not include freezing her cute little ass off in a creek. She would enjoy it a lot more if it didn’t. “Every morning,” he repeated, urging her to a slightly faster speed with his hand.

  She felt him growing in her mouth, stretching her lips wider, getting harder. She sped up a little on her own. The sooner she could make him come, the sooner she could get out of the creek. She heard him moan once. His hand slid from the top of her head to the back of her head. He used it to nudge her a little further forward than she wanted with each stroke.

  Breathing was the key here. She took in air through her nose as often as she could, exhaling through her mouth, around his cock. But now the head of his cock was tickling the back of her throat with every thrust. She might have been trained for this last year, but she was discovering that she was out of practice. No doubt Greg would help to fix that.

  Did he like her quiet or noisy while she was sucking him? She had a feeling that most men liked a woman to make some noise. She was also pretty sure that if she could mix in some noises of complaint or distress with her grunts and moans it would add to his pleasure. She began squirming and whining nasally whenever he thrust a little too deeply. Actually, he wasn’t quite so deep that she couldn’t stand it…she was beginning to remember lessons from last year more clearly. It wasn’t exactly like riding a bike, but the principle was close enough.

  He seemed to like her noisy. He was pretty noisy himself now, groaning with each thrust. She could taste his salty precum now. She began to suck faster. She filled her lungs with air. Then she held her breath…except for explosive little grunts. Could she make him come before she had to breathe again?

  She could…but only barely, and when he did come he held her head locked in both his hands, keeping her from pulling away or doing anything else except trying to swallow. His come felt hot, thick, clogging her throat and filling her mouth. She gulped desperately, but at the same time she felt that she had to clear her throat somehow and gasp in fresh air, and the results were messy. She coughed and spluttered when he finally let go of her.

  His way of washing her face left something to be desired too. He took her by her hair and ducked her head under the water, vigorously wiping her face and chin with his other hand. She was only under for a very short time, but it happened to be the time when she most urgently wanted another gulp of air. Instead, she got a gulp of water, and when he pulled her up she choked and spluttered, shaking her head to try to free herself from his grip in case he tried to duck her again.

  Instead, he put his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. As soon as she was standing on her own, he put his arms around her and kissed her, hard.

  Chilled half-through, dizzy from lack of air, Kimberley still found herself responding eagerly, pressing herself against him, partly for the warmth of his body and partly for the thrill that the contact gave her. She still felt dazed as he picked her up and carried her back to their campsite.

  Her blanket had dried during the night. He spread it out next to the fire and laid her down on it. He had a towel, but that was apparently reserved for his use. Kimberley had to content herself with edging closer to the heat of the fire and turning from time to time to warm parts of her that still felt chilled. In the meantime, Greg started more water boiling before he dug fresh clothes out of his pack and got dressed.

  She watched him as he did all those things. He wasn’t as big and muscular as Alpha, and he didn’t have the same intimidating presence. But…while Alpha had led the gang that had hunted her down last year, it had been his job…he had been paid to do it. She knew this. She had known it, and it didn’t change how she still felt about him. He had opened doors for her. More importantly, he had unlocked her so that she could walk freely through those doors herself now. Greg, on the other hand, had chosen her, days ago. There were many other women in this strange and exciting place who he could have had with much less time and effort. He could have bought one at
a slave market, one taller or longer-legged or bigger-bosomed, or…Kimberley grudgingly admitted to herself…prettier. Instead, he had pursued his Elf-Girl. And now he had caught her. She wondered what he would do now. Had it been just the challenge of the chase that had kept him going? She didn’t know. She couldn’t ask him. She had been trained not to.

  He fed her some of the oatmeal he made for breakfast. She didn’t care much for oatmeal, but she ate it because he was giving it to her. He made some instant coffee and even let her drink the last half-cup of it. Then he began to break camp.

  He had all of his own gear packed away before he turned back to her. He removed the hobbles from her ankles and untied her hands, but he kept the rope around her neck and he held on to the end of it. He nodded towards her clothes, still spread out on the tree trunk where he had left them last night. “Get dressed,” he ordered.

  They weren’t completely cleaned, and they weren’t completely dry, but they were clean enough and dry enough. She put on the panties, pulled on the loose-fitting pants, sat down to put on her socks and boots. When she went to put on her sports bra, though, he stopped her and took it from her hands. He tucked it into his belt. She picked up her shirt and looked at him questioningly. He nodded, and she put it on, tucking it into her pants. Should she take her blanket also? It was hers, after all. She had stolen it fair and square. She bent down to roll it up, expecting him to pull her away at any moment. Instead, he let her continue. She had been wearing it like a sash before, with the ends tied together with some cord she had found. She wrapped it up that way again, but then handed it to him. It was still damp…wet through in places, in fact. He hefted it, looked at it, and laid it down on the fallen tree.

  “Turn around,” he ordered her. “And put your hands behind you.”

  She obeyed. He tied her wrists with the nylon rope again, but not as tightly. She wondered where he was going to take her and how much walking it would entail. She remembered how difficult it was to walk with her hands bound behind her, but at least this time she wasn’t naked and barefoot.

  He looked her over after he’d finished tying her and shook his head. “Elf-Girl,” he said, “This doesn’t quite suit you. Hold still.”

  He unbuttoned her shirt halfway and stepped back for another look. He didn’t seem satisfied with the result. He unbuttoned it down to where it was tucked into her pants and seemed a bit happier. Then he pulled her shirt down off of her shoulders, baring her small round breasts.

  “That’s it!” he grinned. He kissed her, taking her by surprise. “You look lovely that way, Elf-Girl.” He slipped her blanket roll over one shoulder and gave her leash a tug. “Come on, now. We’ve got places to go.”

  They walked. They walked for a long time, in a northerly direction as near as Kimberley could tell. She remembered enough of her map to know that sooner or later, if they kept to the same heading, they would come out on the main road to Gordburg, but some distance to the east of the town. Was he taking her back there? Was he planning to sell her in the slave market? She tried not to think about her future. It was hard enough concentrating on walking and not falling down.

  Greg didn’t seem to take any rest halts. Once he paused, but only to take a drink of water from his canteen and hold it to Kimberley’s lips so she could have some as well. Then they kept hiking.

  After what seemed like many hours, they came out of the woods and onto a dirt road. It looked a lot like the one that led to the farm she’d raided, and it was in about the right place for it to be that road. If they turned right, they would be heading towards that farm. She breathed a sigh of relief when Greg turned left. She really didn’t want to go back to that farm. The people…well, the men there might be a little sore at her…and Greg was carrying the blanket she’d swiped. They might recognize it.

  After about a mile…Kimberley was counting her steps…there was little else she could do…the road they were on joined another road that came up from the southwest. It was also dirt. She guessed that it was the one that connected all of the little trading posts to the south of Gordburg. She had a much better idea where they were now. If she was right, there was another trading post not too far ahead, where the road they were on joined the main road. She hoped she was right. Greg might finally stop for a rest there, and her feet were getting sore from wearing and walking in not-quite-dry socks. As for what might happen to her when they got to town…well, she learned last year not to try to think too far ahead. She had no power to influence events. None at all.

  Greg began walking in the middle of the road. Leashed as she was, Kimberley had to follow. She could see some buildings up ahead now and people. If this was another trading post, it was the biggest one she’d seen so far.

  “I CAUGHT HER!” Greg suddenly bellowed as they came nearer to the place. He boomed it out so loud he startled a Bluejay in the trees nearby. It’s angry scolding followed them all the way into town.

  “I CAUGHT HER!” Greg bellowed again. Kimberley could see people coming towards them, some walking, some at a trot. Almost all of them were men, but she could see one or two women as well, including one dressed all in black like Evelyn had been. A small crowd lined the street as Greg led her into town.

  Kimberley couldn’t understand all of the attention she seemed to be drawing. She certainly couldn’t understand why all of the men were staring at her so intently. They must have seen dozens, no, hundreds of captive women. She was just one more, and she wasn’t even naked.

  One of the men pointed at her. “It IS her!” he called out. “It IS Elf-Girl! She’s caught! He got her!”

  There was a murmur among the men. What the hell? Kimberley didn’t recognize the man who had pointed her out. She didn’t recognize anybody here. How did he know who she was? She saw one of the few women in the crowd looking at her and shaking her head sadly. What did that mean?

  Greg looked back over his shoulder at her. “You’re famous, Elf-Girl,” he grinned. “Get used to it.”

  Get used to it? She was still having trouble believing it. But there was no way Greg could have possibly set something like this up ahead of time, and he had no reason to do it anyway. What the hell? She wished he hadn’t pulled her shirt down like that. She could feel many, many pairs of eyes on her breasts. Well, that’s how it felt.

  The black-clad woman came forward, blocking Greg’s path. He stopped. Kimberley stopped very close behind him. It was the only way she could cover herself, even a little.

  “You didn’t report this,” she said to him sternly.

  Greg seemed too happy to care. “I’m reporting it now,” he replied. He turned and pushed Kimberley forward. He reached into a zippered pouch in his pack and pulled out one of those electronic identification thingies. “Here,” he said, holding it out. “It just crapped out on me. I didn’t drop it, I didn’t step on it, I didn’t get it wet. Check it for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

  “In a moment,” the woman told him. She pulled out her own device and held it to Kimberley’s ear. The whole crowd seemed to lean forward expectantly.

  “Elf-Girl,” the woman announced before she held the device up to Greg’s ear. The men in the crowd cheered, and once again, Kimberley thought, What the hell?

  “All right, Mr. Phillips,” the black-clad woman went on. “As you said, you’re reporting it now.”

  She held out her hand for his device. “I’ll take that, please. If it cannot be fixed you’ll be provided with a new one.”

  “Fine,” Greg grinned, handing it over. “But for now, maybe you can help me with my prize here.” He rested his hand on Kimberley’s bare shoulder.

  “Help you? I don’t understand. You don’t need my help to take her to your room or put her in a stall.”

  “I don’t want to just put her in a stall,” Greg replied. “I want to put her on display for a while.”

  “Oh,” the woman nodded. “I see.” She looked at Kimberley again. “I think I can help you there. This way, please.”

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sp; Not long afterwards, Kimberley knew what “on display” meant. She was in a small shed attached to a wall in this place’s woman-barn. It was completely open on one side, and it was that open side she was facing.

  She was naked. There was a wide leather collar around her neck and heavy leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. That wasn’t too bad, but… there was a metal bar connected to her collar and wrist cuffs, holding her hands up at a level with her head and about a foot and a half to either side of it. There was another metal bar connected to her ankle cuffs, spreading her legs wide and holding them like that. Worse yet, from her point of view, a chain ran from her collar to a beam just overhead, keeping her up on her feet. She couldn’t sit down. She could barely move. And men kept coming to stare at her. Some women, too. There seemed to be some kind of rule against any of them touching her, which appeared to be enforced by a very large dog that had been left to guard her. It looked like a cross between a Rottweiler and a cat’s nightmare. It also seemed to take its job very seriously and showed no interest sniffing her, licking her, or humping her leg. While she was grateful for that, she had no idea why she should be of such interest to everybody. And, even if they weren’t allowed to touch her, the comments from some of…well, most of…the men kept her permanently blushing. How long was Greg going to keep her here?

  The woman in black kept checking on her. She brought her water, but otherwise did nothing. The shadows lengthened and still Kimberley was kept on display. She could endure it. Well, she had to endure it. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to it.