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Authors: S. J. Lewis

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They came to some sort of thicket. At least, that’s what Kimberley thought it was, but it was so dark it could have been a wall or a huge boulder or a very beached whale for all she knew.

“This part is a bit tricky, my little Elf-Girl,” the woman purred. “So I’m going to have to trust you to follow me.” She produced a small but powerful flashlight and switched it on.

Okay, it was a thicket after all, Kimberley noted. There seemed to be a narrow path leading into it. A very narrow path, it looked more like a game trail. The woman glided into it soundlessly. For a moment, Kimberley debated trying to run, but she had learned last year that free hands were useful for walking and were probably vital for running. Anyway, where could she go? Even if she knew where to go…and at this point she definitely did not…the woman could run her down quite easily. She sighed heavily through her gag and followed.

There was just enough light from the woman’s flashlight for her to pick her way along. Vines and thorns seemed to reach out to try and snag her, and she hoped that there were no unexpected roots or holes in the path to trip her up. There weren’t, and after a little while they came to…a tent? Well, it looked like a zippered tent flap anyway. The woman bent down and zipped it open with one fluid movement. “Inside, now,” she urged Kimberley.

Kimberley obeyed. What choice did she have? She stepped from bare earth onto heavy canvas. The woman put a hand on her back to gently push her a little further in. It was even darker in here than it had been outside. Kimberley heard the sound of the flap being zippered secure behind her.

“Please, sit anywhere,” the woman laughed. It was a sexy laugh, full-throated and a little bit husky. “I’ll have the lights on in a minute.”

Kimberley sank to her knees. It felt as if there were some kind of padding under the canvas flooring. Cautiously, she twisted her legs around and sat as ordered. The little flashlight held between her teeth now, the woman reached up for something. There was a click, and a light came on, sudden enough and bright enough to make Kimberley blink.

It was some kind of tent, all right, igloo-shaped, about ten feet across and six feet high in the middle where an electric lantern was hanging. The tent material was a dark, dark green, almost black. The woman tucked away her flashlight and sat down, cross-legged facing Kimberley. She pulled the black knitted cap off of her head and shook out a shoulder-length mane of thick, curling brown hair. The lantern light picked out reddish highlights in it.

“Ahh,” the woman smiled. “That’s better. It’s really a bit too warm to be wearing this thing…” she tossed the cap to one side, where Kimberley saw a bedroll, a pack, and a small pile of clothing… “But it does keep my hair from getting tangled up in branches.” Her eyes, dark brown and intense, focused on Kimberley’s. “Now…let’s find out about you.” Leaning forward, she reached around behind and untied the rope holding in Kimberley’s gag. She pulled the soggy wad of cloth out with long, slim fingers and tossed it aside also…but to the other side of the tent. Kimberley worked her jaws for a moment and licked her lips.

“Would you like some water?” the woman asked. She used the same tone of voice as a host offering a visitor a beverage, as if she were perfectly comfortable with the situation. Well, maybe she was, but Kimberley was not at all comfortable. Still, her mouth felt dry.

“Yes, please.” Kimberley nodded. The woman leaned far over to her left without ever breaking her cross-legged position, plucked a canteen from behind the bedroll, flowed back upright and uncapped the canteen before holding it up to Kimberley’s lips. The water was warm, but welcome. Kimberley took a couple of gulps and the woman pulled the canteen back for a long drink of her own. She capped it and put it down alongside her. Still smiling, she leaned forward a little. Kimberley fought an urge to lean back.

“How…how did you know my name?” she asked the woman.

“Oh!” the woman reached into a velcroed pocket on the thigh of her black pants and pulled out something that looked like a cell phone. “I used this.” She held it up for Kimberley to see. “It’s a scanner. All the hunters have them.”

“So…you’re a hunter?” Kimberley asked. Apparently the scanner read the chip implanted in her ear. Well, that made sense.

The woman laughed again. “Actually, I think of myself as a huntress…but I can also be prey out here. That’s why I have this cozy little hideaway.” She waved an arm to indicate the tent. “We’re quite private and safe here.” Her smile sharpened. “I find you very interesting, Elf-Girl. Just what were you doing back there?” Those brown eyes seemed to fill Kimberley’s vision. The woman leaned very close now, still smiling…

Kimberley found herself telling this woman everything, absolutely everything; starting from her adventure last year, hunted down in the wilderness by three men, the other two men and their captive, to the tipsy night when she and Barbara had planned to come here, to her scheme of revenge to get Barbara captured so she could watch her being broken and used…even to her plan to start the legend of Elf-Girl. She talked for a long, long time. The woman listened intently to it all, laughing at some points. At other points, such as when Kimberley told her of her long night staked out on the ground, formless shadows seemed to dance behind those brown eyes, her mouth opened a little and her breathing quickened. As much as she’d wanted to leave some things out, Kimberley found that she couldn’t. Something compelled her to tell it all…right down to the warmth and strength and feel and scent and sound and taste of Alpha.

“My,” the woman said at last when Kimberley finally ran dry, “that is quite a story, Elf-Girl! I’m very impressed! By the way, you can call me Lane.”

“Lane?” Kimberley frowned. “But…I thought you would want me to call you ‘Mistress’ or something like that.”

Lane laughed again. She probably laughed a lot, Kimberley thought. It was the kind of laugh that men would find irresistibly attractive: throaty, smoky and sensual, with a hint of wildness about it.

“I’m sorry,” Lane said. “I’m not laughing at you. I can understand why you would think that. But my dear little Elf-Girl…” she leaned forward again, cupping Kimberley’s chin in one hand, softly. “I only hunt women so that I can sell them.” She shook her head and all of that lustrous mane of hers flowed with it. “I’m not a dominatrix. I like men…and I love to be dominated by a strong, smart, tough one. Especially if he’s a little bit cruel.”

“So…you’re going to sell me, then?” Kimberley’s voice was bitter. So much for the legend of Elf-Girl. Somehow, she couldn’t see herself bringing a high price at a slave auction, given the quality of the competition she’d seen so far.

Lane cocked her head so that one eye was obscured by a spill of her hair. “Do you want to be sold? No, I don’t think so. You came here with a very different plan.”

“Yeah. Well, it looks like it didn’t quite work out the way I planned, does it?” Kimberley retorted.

Another laugh. Whatever Lane might have said before, Kimberley definitely felt as if she were being laughed at.

“Mmmmm….” Lane mused, her hand still under Kimberley’s chin. “No, I suppose it doesn’t look that way. Such a shame, for such an ingenious and daring plan to fail so soon.” Silently, she stared into Kimberley’s eyes. Kimberley tried to meet her gaze, but after a minute she had to turn away.

Lane took her hand away and stood up. She was tall enough so that she had to stoop over a little in the confines of the tent. Kimberley found it easier to look her in the eyes when those eyes weren’t quite so close to hers. For a long time, Lane just stood there, regarding Kimberley. Her smile faded away and she frowned minutely. That small, thoughtful frown disturbed Kimberley more than Lane’s feral smiles had.

“I suppose I could just let you go,” Lane said at last. “But I’ve never done that before. It doesn’t feel right. And you are a rare prize, Elf-Girl.”

Kimberley shrugged resignedly. She looked away.

“But…” Lane went on. “I have an idea…”

“What?” Kimberley looked up again to see Lane pulling her black top off over her head. “What…what are you doing?”

Lane tossed the top away. She reached around behind to unhook her brassiere and smiled. “What do you think I’m doing?” she asked. That predatory smile was back, and Kimberley was pretty sure she knew what Lane was doing.

“I…ah…you said you liked men.”

“Oh, I do!” Lane shed the brassiere and tossed it aside. Her breasts were small, round and high like those of a young girl’s. Her nipples were prominent and dark. They suited her perfectly. A she-predator would have teats, not udders.

“Then…why…”

Naked to the waist, Lane knelt down in front of Kimberley and put her face only inches away. Those lovely, terrible eyes were glowing. Kimberley felt Lane’s arms go around her neck and she shivered.

“If I’m going to do something I’ve never done before, I might as well do something else I’ve never done before,” Lane purred.

“Ah…never?” Kimberley gulped.

“Not with a captive,” Lane murmured and she drew Kimberley to her for a kiss.

Kimberley only had time for one small squeak of surprise. Lane’s lips were soft and warm…no, not warm, HOT! In fact, the woman seemed to be radiating heat now like a furnace. She felt Lane’s tongue probe gently between her lips. She yielded. Her own tongue began fencing wetly with Lane’s. She felt Lane shiver.

“Ahhhh…” Lane exhaled as she broke the kiss. “Elf-Girl, you are indeed a prize.” Her breath smelled faintly of mint. It took Kimberley a moment to refocus her vision. Lane sat back and began to remove her boots. Like all the rest of her outfit, they were black, and while they looked serviceable, they did not look like regular trail boots. She chucked them away and then wriggled out of her pants and panties. Kimberley couldn’t help staring. Lane’s body was lean and muscular, but still very feminine…like a female leopard, she thought. She was a bit confused now. Lane wanted her, she had no doubt…but how? She was still bound but fully clothed, while Lane was naked but unbound.

She got down on all fours and crawled slowly towards Kimberley, grinning hungrily. That female leopard image suddenly became too apt and Kimberley shuddered.

“Relax, my little Elf-Girl,” Lane purred. She pushed Kimberley slowly over onto her back and straddled her body. “I won’t say that I won’t bite you, and I won’t say that I won’t eat you…” she chuckled. “But you have no cause to fear.” She lowered her head to kiss Kimberley again. This time, Kimberley responded rather than yielded. Lane’s kiss was intoxicating. Kimberley didn’t want it to end. She was distantly aware of Lane’s strong and nimble fingers slowly unbuttoning buttons, opening her blouse, pushing her sports bra up and out of the way. She moaned. She had to.

Lane broke the kiss at last. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy…just as Kimberley’s were. She twisted her fingers into Kimberley’s hair before bending her head to take Kimberley’s swollen nipple into her mouth. She bit down, lightly, her tongue-tip flickering across the sensitive nub of flesh. Kimberley writhed and moaned under her, feeling Lane’s teeth tug on her nipple as she squirmed. The feeling was intense, overpowering, overwhelming…Kimberley ran out of adjectives. Only Alpha had ever made her lose herself like this before. It was like being caught in whitewater rapids, the roaring current too strong to fight. It was almost all she could do to remember to breathe.

She was rolled over onto her belly. Lane pulled her shirt down to her bound wrists and then did the same to her sports bra. Kimberley felt her wrapping rope around her arms, just above her elbows, pulling it tight, and knotting it. It was painful, but not too painful. The heavy canvas floor of the tent rasped against her breasts and nipples. Kimberley wondered why she’d done that until she felt the bonds on her wrists being removed. Lane pulled her shirt and sports bra completely off, then rebound her wrists, freed her elbows and rolled her onto her back again.

“Lovely, lovely Elf-Girl,” Lane murmured as she ran her hands over Kimberley’s torso. One hand slid under Kimberley’s shorts. Her fingernails tickled at Kimberley’s lower belly. Kimberley squeezed her eyes shut tight, wallowing in the sensations. They kissed again, another long tongue-kiss that left both of them huffing and panting afterwards. Lane gave Kimberley a quick little peck on the forehead before turning to stripping her captive of her last clothing; boots, socks, shorts and panties were all tossed into a loose pile. Kimberley shivered in anticipation. She could not think straight now…she could barely think at all now. All she knew for certain was that she was waiting hungrily for Lane’s next touch, her next kiss, her next gentle bite.

Lane ran her long-fingered hands all over Kimberley’s naked body. Kimberley closed her eyes and let the feelings wash through and over her. Finally, she could bear it no longer. As Lane’s hand ran slowly up and down her inner thigh, Kimberley raised and spread her knees and opened her eyes to look at Lane. “Please…” she begged. “Please…”

Lane’s eyes seemed to be glowing with some inner fire again. She was breathing rapidly and shallowly through her half-opened mouth, and her skin was damp with sweat. She smiled at Kimberley. It was a strange smile, more of triumph and possession than anything else. “Say it again, my lovely Elf-Girl,” she whispered hoarsely. “Say it again!” Her fingertips lingered near Kimberley’s pussy, her nails digging lightly into the soft, intensely sensitive flesh of her thigh.

Kimberley looked deeply into Lane’s eyes, licked her lips, swallowed. “Please! Please!! Please!!!” She couldn’t stand this much longer. She felt as if she was going to explode. Had her hands been free she would have grabbed Lane, thrown her down…and then what? She couldn’t think that far ahead. Even if she weren’t bound, Lane seemed strong enough and cruel enough, to set the pace to suit herself anyway. But surely Lane couldn’t hold out much longer herself…could she?

“On your belly, Elf-Girl,” Lane ordered. She put her hands under Kimberley and helped her to obey. Kimberley breathed in the smell of old canvas and her own musky sweat, wondering what was coming next. She heard Lane moving around somewhere behind her, and then felt Lane’s hot breath in her ear.

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