Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (41 page)

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.

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.