Female Prey & the Elusive Prey (44 page)

“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.

Greg put his hand on her back to hold her in place. “This is Elf-Girl,” he announced. “The very same Elf-Girl you’ve heard so much about. Have a good look and then be on your way. She is not for sale.”

“How about for rent?” one of the men called out jokingly. At least Kimberley hoped it was jokingly.

“Not for rent, either,” Greg replied. “Eat your hearts out.” He turned to her, putting himself between her and her audience. His hands slid up her torso from her hips to just under her arms. His thumbs lightly rubbed her nipples, making her squirm. Even on tiptoe, she had to raise her head to look into his eyes. He smiled. “I’m going to wash you down, now,” he murmured. “After that, you’ll get your ring, and then I’m taking you back to Gordburg.”

“Y…yes, Master,” Kimberley stammered. Were those men going to watch him wash her? It didn’t look as if they were going to go away any time soon.

The water came from a hose. It was cold; not as cold as she remembered the creek being, but enough to make her squeal and dance when it hit her. Greg wet her down thoroughly before putting the hose down and bringing over a big old galvanized bucket that seemed to be filled with foam. He reached into it and pulled out a dripping sponge.

The water from the bucket was warm, and the foam was soapsuds. They smelled faintly of flowers. Greg began with the back of her neck and proceeded to scrub her whole body down, dipping the sponge back into the bucket as needed. Kimberley shut her eyes, partly to keep the soap out of them and partly to keep from seeing the men watching all of this. She could hear them laugh whenever Greg did something to make her squeak or squeal…or moan, as she did when Greg used the sponge between her legs. He finished with her pink little toes, leaving her covered with lather and panting. Then he washed her hair. His hands kept brushing her ears, and he had to know what kind of effect that would have on her. By the time he was finished, she was gasping and groaning and twitching. If she could have remembered that she had an audience, she wouldn’t have cared.

Rinsing her off brought her back down to Earth in a hurry, because Greg used the hose again, starting with a fine spray and gradually bringing it up to a hard, stinging, solid stream. When he finished and released her from the handcuffs, he had to help her stay on her feet. He toweled her dry, doing it vigorously enough to bring a rosy glow to her bare flesh and fresh twinges to her rump.

Getting her nose ring was a more private ceremony. She knelt on her blanket in her stall. Greg put a new leather collar on her. It was wide and heavy and had four gleaming O-rings set equally apart around it. He put matching leather cuffs around her wrists and secured her hands behind her by padlocking them together. The grim-looking proctor asked her if she truly consented to this, and Kimberley responded that she did, freely.

A doctor performed the operation, using a strange-looking device. It didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as Kimberley had feared it would, although it was still enough to bring tears to her eyes. She was still blinking when he inserted the ring and clipped the ends together.

“You’re lovely,” Greg told her as he helped her to her feet. “Here. Have a look.” He held up a mirror to her face.

It was almost a stranger’s face that looked back at her. The first thing she noted was the small gold ring through her nose, the connecting bead not quite touching her upper lip. She had an urge to reach up and touch it, but of course she couldn’t. Her face looked leaner than she remembered it, narrower and somehow fox-like. Her eyes seemed huge. She craned her neck to see how the collar looked on her. The black leather contrasted with her creamy white skin beautifully. She turned her head this way and that to see how the ring looked in profile. Greg chuckled when she did that.

“Come on, my little Elf-Girl,” he said, handing the mirror off to the proctor and clipping a chain to her collar. “I’m taking you home.”

Chapter Sixteen

What did he mean by “home”? Kimberley assumed that he meant Gordburg, but she rather liked his use of the word “home”. She followed him through the barn on the end of her heavy chain leash, walking proudly. So many strange men and women had seen her naked by now that the prospect of more of them seeing her that way held no terrors for her…and no shame or embarrassment, either. She was a slave. She was Greg’s slave, and if he chose to show her in the nude, well, it wasn’t as if she could do anything about it, could she? She was no longer worried about being compared unfavorably to other women, either. She was Elf-Girl, and she had dared and done things that those other women hadn’t even thought of. Men came to look at her because of what she had done, not because she had big boobs or long legs.

They came out of the barn. There was a man there holding a horse. Greg took the reins from him and swung up into the saddle, still holding on to the end of Kimberley’s leash. He looked down at her and smiled. “It’s three or four hours back to the town this way, Elf-Girl. Think you can make it?”

Kimberley looked up at the sky. It was overcast today, but it didn’t look as if it was going to rain. If he wanted her to walk all the way like this she would certainly try to…but…

“I may get sunburned, Master,” she said. It was possible, even with the overcast.

He looked up at the sky himself, then back down to her. “Probably not,” he shrugged. “You won’t be outside all that long.”

“As you wish, Master,” Kimberley bowed her head. No, she might not get sunburned after all, but she might have some very peculiar tan lines tomorrow.

“This way.” He thumped the horse with his heels and it started forward. Kimberley followed behind, staying close to him. How fast did horses walk, anyway? She didn’t know, but she was pretty sure that they walked faster than people did. Would she be able to keep up?

“We’ll be traveling with company,” Greg called out to her over his shoulder. He seemed perfectly at ease on the horse. Maybe he really was a cowboy after all? But what did he mean by company?

As they reached the outskirts of the little town, she saw what he meant. Up ahead were eight more men, five on horseback, the rest on foot. There were also women. Kimberley gulped when she saw them. They stood in two short lines of three each. They were all naked, bound at the wrists and elbows and roped together by their necks. As they came closer, Kimberley could see that they were all barefoot as well. And as they drew closer yet, Kimberley recognized Paula, standing at the end of the nearest line. Should she say hello to her? Probably not. Kimberley held her tongue.

“Took you long enough,” one of the mounted men grumbled to Greg.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Greg replied with a grin. “Had a little business to attend to.” He tugged Kimberley forward by her leash. “Show them, Elf-Girl.” Kimberley raised her head so that they could see her nose ring.

“Not bad,” one of the other men shrugged, letting his gaze slip from nose ring to breasts to pussy and back. “So that’s her, eh? She’s a little thing.”

“She’s mine.” Greg chuckled. Out of the corner of her eye, Kimberley caught Paula staring at her. One of the men on foot came up behind her and hit her once across her rump with a switch. “Eyes front, bitch,” he growled. Paula jumped and yelped and obeyed. Kimberley winced in sympathy.

“Well, let’s get going,” the first man said. “We have to get these lovelies to the slave market in time for the auction tonight.”

The party set out heading westward at a slow walk. The road was mixed dirt and sand, not too hard on bare feminine feet. Kimberley noted that two of the men on foot each led one of the small coffles while the third brought up the rear, switch at the ready in case any of the women started to lag or balk. His mere presence seemed to be enough to keep them moving along.

Two of the mounted men kept pace some distance ahead, one to the rear. The other two were well off to either side. She wondered about that, but she refrained from asking. Greg had taken a position to one side of the coffles and a little bit to the rear of them. From there he could easily watch the naked women as they plodded along, but he didn’t seem to pay them any particular attention, despite all the jiggling breasts, bare, round asses and occasional tiny sounds of female distress. He did look back at his prized Elf-Girl quite often, which always made Kimberley smile to herself once he had turned away. She paid no attention to the other women, either.

They were about halfway through their journey when they halted to give the women some water and a chance to rest. They were led off the road to a shady, grassy spot and allowed to sit or lie down if they wanted. The ropes connecting them by their necks were so short though, that they all had to do one or the other at the same time. Greg led Kimberley to the same spot and gave her water from his canteen, which she drank gratefully. The other women had to drink from something that looked like an outsized baby bottle, complete with a nipple that they had to suck on vigorously in order to get any water. It looked strangely erotic to her. Were they being trained already?

“Tired?” Greg asked as he sat down beside her. He ran his hand up her leg to her hip. She shivered at the touch. Others might be watching…oh, hell, let them watch!

“A little, Master,” she answered. She leaned against him. He smelled faintly of sweat and horse. “But I am not too tired.” She closed her eyes and smiled.

“I’m renting a small house in Gordburg,” he said. She felt his hand stroking her hair, so very close to her ears. “I’m taking you there. I’ll keep you there with me until you have to go.”

“Yes, Master,” Kimberley agreed happily.

It was late in the afternoon when they arrived at Gordburg. By then Kimberley felt more than a little tired, but she walked proudly into the town at the end of her chain, right down the middle of the wide, wide street. A lot of men and women came out to watch the procession to the big slave market. She didn’t know if the turnout was because of her or because of the other women. Probably it was a bit of both. She knew that strings of captive women weren’t marched through town every day. She had, after all, been here before.

Greg turned in the horse he’d ridden at the slave market and led her away as the other six women were being led in. She gave them one last look as she went by in the other direction.

The building she was taken to was one of three nestled together not too far from the town in the shade of some big old trees. They looked identical, all painted white with green shutters, doors and trim.

Greg unlocked the front door and swung it open. Kimberley expected him to lead her through the door by her leash, but instead he picked her up, slung her over his shoulder with her head hanging down behind him, and carried her in. He was careful not to bump her against the doorjamb. Once they were inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and put her back on her feet. She barely had time to notice how still and quiet it seemed inside before his arms were around her and he was kissing her with a fierce hunger. At first, she yielded. Then, she responded, whimpering as his hands clenched and squeezed her still-bruised little ass and his lips mashed hers back against her teeth.

He broke the kiss, still holding her tightly to him. “There’s so much I want to do to you, Kim. But let’s start with this.” He picked her up again, carrying her in front of him in both arms, out of what seemed to be the living room/kitchen area and towards the back of the house. They went past a couple of open doors along a short hallway. She saw a bedroom through one of them and guessed that the one on the opposite wall led to a bathroom. At the end of the hall was another door, also open. He carried her carefully through it and into a small room. There was thick carpeting on the floor, and the only furniture appeared to be a chair against one wall and a bare mattress in a corner. There were no windows but an opaque skylight overhead let in a little of the sunlight that filtered down through the trees.

She took one quick look around as he put her back down on her feet and noticed that the door to the room looked like the door to a jail cell, all iron bars mounted on heavy hinges. This must be her room. Then Greg was leading her over to the chair. He sat down in it, still holding the end of her leash and looked up at her for a long moment, smiling. It was only then that she realized he had called her “Kim” back in the living room instead of “Elf-Girl”. She couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Kneel, Kim,” he ordered. With an ease born of increasing practice, she sank to her knees gracefully right in front of him. He had called her “Kim” again! She watched him as he shucked his pants down. His cock was already big and hard and ready for her. She licked her lips and was reminded of the presence of the little gold ring through her cute perky nose as her tongue brushed against it.