by S. J. Lewis
At long last, Greg came back for her accompanied by the black-clad woman. They freed her legs first, and she found that now it was hard for her to stand on her own. She started to fall once they’d freed her hands and unhooked the metal bar from her collar. As she toppled, Greg caught her and slung her over his shoulder. To a few scattered cheers and a little applause, he carried her out of the shed and into the barn. A stall had been prepared for her. She recognized her pilfered blanket, washed and dried now, spread out on top of a layer of fresh hay. Greg laid her gently down on it, and then padlocked a chain to her collar. The other end of the chain was bolted into one of the thick planks that made up the sides of the stalls in here. She expected him to just leave her there, but to her surprise he laid down alongside her and drew her close for a kiss.
“We’re going to spend the night together, my little Elf-Girl,” he smiled as his hand slid up her torso to cup a breast.
Chapter Fifteen
It was late at night. It was very, very dark in the barn, and very quiet, except for the soft grunts and weak moans of some woman two or three stalls away as some man, or men, did things to her. Kimberley listened to the noises, trying to picture what might be going on.
Close behind her, Greg stirred once, muttering something unintelligible in his sleep. His breath gently caressed the back of her neck. His arm lay across her body, and she hugged it to her with both arms, feeling somehow protected by the contact. Protected, yes, but not safe. She still did not know what he had planned for her, but he had guarded her so jealously since they had arrived in this little town that she thought that he had no intention of sharing her with anybody. Well, not until he tired of her, anyway. How long would that take?
She snuggled into a slightly more comfortable position. The heavy chain linking her collar to the plank wall of the stall clinked faintly. Strange as it might seem to someone else, that small noise also made her feel protected.
Greg had fed her before he had used her. That meal had been no rehydrated stew or lumpy oatmeal. He had brought strips of still-warm fried chicken, small, savory cubes of marinated beef, wedges of potato, cooked and seasoned, and wedges of tomato, lightly salted. Her hands had been freed, so she could have fed herself, but it seemed to please Greg to pass each morsel to her mouth himself, sometimes teasing her by snatching it away just as she opened her mouth for it.
He had brought wine to drink. After long days of nothing but water and the occasional warm beer, it was especially delicious and she drank enough of it to make her tipsy. No one interrupted their meal. When all of the food and the last of the wine were gone, Greg had wiped her mouth with a napkin and taken away the basket everything had come in. He returned quickly.
This stall seemed to be a bit different from all of the others Kimberley had seen so far. There were rolled-up canvas panels hanging from the ceiling. Greg began releasing the fastenings, letting the panels drop, effectively sealing them off from casual view. Then he turned to her, and the look in his eye made her shiver in anticipation.
“Elf-Girl,” he began.
“Yes, Master?” she responded after realizing that was all he was going to say at the moment.
“Get on all fours.”
“Yes, Master,” she nodded, obeying.
“Keep looking straight ahead.”
“I will, Master.” Straight ahead of her was the massive eyebolt that her chain was fastened to. She focused on that.
“Your knees are too close together,” he told her. “Spread them wider.”
“Yes, Master,” she agreed. She moved her legs further apart and arched her back a little for him. She was already wet and getting wetter, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She wasn’t bound, but she was collared and chained in place, and she was finding it very exciting for him to order her around like that. She could hear him moving around behind her, coming closer…
When he laid his hand on her back, just near the base of her spine, she shuddered uncontrollably and moaned. He slid his palm up her back, across her shoulders, then underneath her to cup a breast and squeeze it. She shuddered again, biting her lower lip to keep from moaning. Her back arched some more. She could feel her nipple, swollen and achingly sensitive, trapped between two of his fingers as he manipulated her breast.
He leaned close to her ear. “Go ahead and make all the noise you want, Elf-Girl,” he whispered to her. “I don’t care what anybody hears.” He took her ear gently between his teeth and growled deep in his throat. Every Fourth of July fireworks display Kimberley had ever seen went off inside her head.
“Easy…easy, Elf-Girl.” Greg stroked her back slowly and softly. His other hand had her by her hair, pulling her head back…back…
She realized she was on her elbows and knees now, and he was trying to get her back up on all fours. She was trembling all over, her heart was galloping furiously and she was panting, quickly and shallowly. Her whole body was tingling as if she’d just gotten a powerful electrical shock. She got up off of her elbows. Her arms felt weak and shaky. So did her legs. What had happened?
“That was…interesting, Elf-Girl.” Greg had moved around to her other side, and now his hot breath was caressing her other ear. “Let’s do that again.” He bit down on her other ear, a little less gently and growled again, his chest rumbling against her shoulder.
The next thing Kimberley knew, she was lying stretched out on the full-length the blanket, twitching and moaning. If that hadn’t been an orgasm it was one hell of a substitute. Not even Alpha had been able to get that powerful a response out of her just from doing things to her ears. What made this time…these two times…so different?
“Up, Elf-Girl,” Greg ordered, pulling her hair again. “UP!”
Whimpering, she slowly and clumsily got back up on her hands and knees. Her head would have sagged down if he hadn’t kept pulling it up and back. Her arms and legs had no strength in them. It seemed to take an enormous effort just to stay up the way he wanted her, and she sobbed from the strain. She was looking almost straight up at the ceiling now, and her back was tautly arched. His other hand came down hard across her upturned rump and she yelped. The sting seemed to pump a little strength into her quivering limbs.
He took her from behind, one hand still holding her by her hair, the other occasionally smacking her still-sore bottom. He was being rough and hard and fast. Some of it hurt, his constant pulling of her hair, his irregular spanks. But the rest of it felt so good! He was thick and hard and heavy, plowing deeply into her and grunting through clenched teeth with each stroke. Kimberley’s fingers dug into the blanket. She was tethered like an animal and being fucked like an animal and there could be dozens and dozens of men just beyond the canvas blinds listening to Elf-Girl’s submission and she didn’t care! She began huffing and grunting and moaning as Greg pounded her harder and harder and faster and faster.
When he came, his pull on her hair was so strong that she couldn’t bend her head back any further and she couldn’t arch her back any more. He lifted her up and back towards him. Her hands clawed at nothing but air and now she whimpered as he grunted and growled and groaned, emptying himself into her. She was still whimpering afterwards when he laid down beside her and went to sleep.
Kimberley smiled to herself in the darkness. She did not know what Greg intended to do with her, but right now, just at this moment, it didn’t matter. She was still sore from his hair-pulling and his spanking, and from the long hours spent standing on display, but now it felt more like a warm glow than dull pain.
She was tired, but not sleepy, and content to just lie here for now, covered by his arm. She wondered who he was out in the real world, away from Gordburg. What kind of work did he do? After his workday was done, what did he do for fun? She didn’t have a clue. Did he wonder about her in the same way? Probably not, she thought. But maybe…
The woman two or three stalls away began moaning louder and faster, her voice rising. Kimberley recognized those sounds. She had made similar sounds
herself, more than once. She knew what they meant. She kept listening, wondering who that woman was and how she had come to be here. She wondered where Barbara was now, and Lane, and those two she had freed from their kennels at the farm. Were any of them being used at this moment or were they waiting, bound or caged or tethered, for their captor…or captors…to come for them?
She heard the woman cry out, loudly, three or four times, and then fall silent. The next thing she knew, she had turned to face Greg and she was showering his face and lips with kisses, quick, tiny pecks. She dared not try to put her arms around him, so she held her hands clasped between them.
After a few moments, Greg stirred. His eyes opened. He looked puzzled. Kimberley went on with her tiny kisses.
“What?” he asked sleepily.
Master…” Kimberley whimpered. “Please, Master…please…” She wanted him desperately. She found herself suddenly wanting many, many things very, very desperately, and she could not ask for any of them. She trailed her kisses down to his chest. She could feel hot tears on her cheeks, and she did not want him to see them. “Please, Master…” She could not ask! She had to ask! She could not ask! She began sobbing uncontrollably.
“What is it? What’s the matter?” Greg asked. She heard real concern in his voice…or was she imagining it because of her desperation? “Elf-Girl…” he took her in his arms and held her close. “Elf-Girl, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?”
She kept her face against his chest. “Muh…muh…my name is Kimberley, Master,” she said softly, sniffling. “Kimberley…”
“All right…” Greg said soothingly, stroking her hair. “What’s the matter…Kimberley?”
“M…M…Master…are you going to sell me?” She sobbed and hiccupped, huddling close to him.
There was a moment of silence, and she thought that her fears were true. Then Greg started to laugh. It started with a chuckle…then another…and then he was trying and failing to smother a great gale of deep, booming laughs. It stopped Kimberley’s tears as she stared at him through the darkness, dumbfounded. And then she began to laugh too…and she did not know why. Then the tears came back and mixed with her laughter until she was laughing and crying and sobbing and hiccupping and completely, utterly lost and confused.
“Oh, my wonderful little Elf-Girl…” Greg finally got his laughter under control, took her head in his hands and pulled her up so he could kiss her. “Did you…do you think I would go to all the trouble of finding you, losing you, finding you, losing you and finding you again AND finally catching you just to sell you?”
“You…you’re not going to…?” Kimberley sniffled.
He kissed her again, harder, until her heart fluttered. “You just don’t know how very special you are, do you?” he asked. “Oh, and you’re famous, too.”
“Famous…Master?” She wiped the back of her hand across her nose.
“Yes. Yes indeed. You are a legend in these parts, Elf-Girl, and there are many, many men here who would pay a very high price for you, even just to have you for one day. But I wanted you before you were a legend, and I am the one who caught you, and I am not going to share you with anybody or sell you to anybody. You are mine! Do you understand that? MINE…well, for as long as you’re here, anyway.”
“Master!” Kimberley threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, completely forgetting herself. He didn’t seem to mind at all.
They laid in each other’s arms, talking quietly, almost whispering most of the time. He told her to tell him all about what she had been doing whenever she had been out of his sight. She was happy to obey, although she did a bit of editing of the part of the story where she abandoned Barbara in the woods on that first night. She also changed the tale of her encounter with Lane, making it sound as if they had simply run into each other in the forest, spent a little time together, and then went their separate ways. She was tempted to embellish her daring rescue of the two women at the farm, but decided against it. Greg seemed quite amused by it anyway.
“Elf-Girl,” he chuckled, “You have no idea how much of a fuss you kicked up by doing that. You’d already been running loose in the woods longer than any other woman anyone could remember, and then you did that.” He shook his head, laughing quietly. “The way I heard it, they started mounting guards over every slave pen in the valley afterwards, even the big slave market in Gordburg. There must have been twenty or thirty guys out hunting for you specifically. Lucky for me, they were all looking in the wrong places. You know, there was even talk of putting a bounty on you, but since it had never been done before, all they did was talk about it.”
“How did you find me, Master?” Kimberley asked.
“Oh, that,” he shrugged. “They caught the two women you’d freed, and they both talked. I heard about how you’d gotten them food and clothes, and it occurred to me that since you’d left your gear behind after our second date, you might be hanging around in that area until you thought it was safe to get back into a town and re-equip.” He kissed her forehead. “I was right.” He yawned and that made her yawn. She realized that she was sleepy again. “I was right,” he went on, “And now I’m almost as famous as you are.” He chuckled again. “You’ll always be known as Elf-Girl, my dear little Kimberley. I’ll only be known as the guy who caught you. They won’t even remember my name by next year.”
“Master?” Kimberley stifled another yawn.
“Yes?”
“Why did you…put me on display?”
“Ah,” he chuckled. “I am a devious man. I knew that news of the capture of the wily and dangerous Elf-Girl would spread and people would come from miles around to get a look. Well, now they’ve had their look and they can go away with their curiosities satisfied. And we will be left in relative peace for a while.”
She felt a thrill at his use of the word ‘we’ and murmured happily.
He yawned again. “I’m very sleepy, Elf-Girl,” he said. “But I want to ask you a question now.”
“Yes, Master?”
“You’ve done this before. I don’t want details. Just tell me if you were trained.”
“I would say so, Master,” she answered shyly.
“Ah. And did that training include anal sex?”
“Yes, Master.” Kimberley shivered. Did he want to do that now? She didn’t know if she could. Without some kind of preparation, it would probably hurt…a lot. He could have her ass if he wanted it, but she would really prefer to work up to it gradually.
“I see,” he sighed. “I was kind of hoping to do something special with you. Something unique.”
She didn’t understand what he meant. Hadn’t they just done something special? What did he have in mind?
“I’m going to be showing you off again, you know,” he went on. “It’s a lot like a hunter having his trophy kill stuffed and mounted…except I’ll be mounting and stuffing you.”
Kimberley couldn’t help giggling at that. She hoped he would mount and stuff her many times.
“And one other thing, my precious Elf-Girl…”
“Yes, Master?”
“I want to give you a nose ring before we leave here tomorrow. It will be a small one and it won’t be permanent. After you leave here you can remove it, and a pierced septum won’t show. But I want to mark you for mine while we are here.” He kissed her. “Do you agree to this?”
She had to think about it for a moment. “Master,” she whispered to him in the dark, “You can give me a nose ring. You can put rings in my nipples too, if you want. I am yours.”
He said nothing more. He rose up on one elbow and gently, but forcefully, pushed her over onto her back, then moved over to straddle her, pushing her legs apart with his. His hands sought out her wrists, gripped them and pinned them down. She moved to help him enter her and whimpered as he slid his cock up and in.
He was slow and deliberate and silent. The only sounds Kimberley could hear as he fucked her were her own shuddering breaths and the faint rustlings of t
he hay beneath the blanket. She spread her legs wider for him so he could penetrate her more deeply. The last thing she remembered that night was crying out, over and over again.
“Wake up, little Elf-Girl.” He was shaking her shoulder. “Wake up.”
Kimberley opened her eyes to see him standing over her. It was daylight. He was smiling down at her and she noticed that he was dressed and his hair was wet. Had he showered already? How long had he been up?
“Good morning, Master,” she smiled and yawned. She sat up and stretched, pulling her shoulders back to better show off her small, pretty breasts to him. She recalled what she had agreed to last night and wondered what it would feel like to have rings in her nipples and through her nose. She thought they would make her feel very much like a slave girl. His slave girl.
“Good afternoon, Elf-Girl,” he corrected her. “Up, now.” He took her by her upper arm and helped her to her feet. “There’s a lot to do today, and you’ve overslept.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” she said sincerely. She was finding it easier and easier to adopt the role of meek and submissive captive for him. It was also more than a little arousing, because behind that meek and submissive facade she felt a constant slow burn of lust and desire, ready to be fanned into raging, consuming flames at any moment.
He unlocked the collar from around her neck and let it fall to the floor. “This way,” he told her.
He led her out of the barn through a back door. There was a half-circle of open area there, as wide as the building and half as deep. Most of it was bare earth, but next to the building on either side were cement pads some six feet wide each. To Kimberley’s surprise, there were ten or twelve men gathered there, apparently waiting for her appearance. The black-clad woman proctor was also there.
“Master?” Kimberley looked at Greg.
“Just a little more display, Elf-Girl,” he said. “Over here now.”
He led her onto one of the pads. Above each pad was a heavy beam sticking out from the back of the barn. Chains were fastened to each beam, hanging down, and at the end of each chain dangled a pair of handcuffs. Greg raised her arms and locked her wrists into the cuffs. Whoever had set the height of these things must have been thinking of taller women. Kimberley found herself standing on tiptoe to keep the cuffs from digging into her. Greg turned her to face the assembled men. She had to look away from all those hard, hungry faces.
