Free Female Prey & the Elusive Prey by S. J. Lewis

little better on her feet. The leader set a pace she could keep up with, at least. She knew the other two, following behind, were watching her- she could almost feel their eyes roaming over her body- but she resisted turning around to glare at them. She needed all her concentration on the trail anyway, to keep from stepping on something painful. It was especially hard with her hands bound behind her. Even so, her abused body kept demanding attention. Her wrists and ankles felt chafed and raw, the muscles of her legs kept giving her sharp little twinges (though they were less sharp as time went on). The soreness between her legs was a constant, though, and the tug of the rope around her neck was maddening, underlining her condition with every step. She HATED this! Being relatively helpless for an hour or two of sex play with a man had been…stimulating. But this just went on and on. She was tired, hungry, dirty, still thirsty and utterly miserable and if she ever ran into Barbara again…
    He could hear the small noises of pain she made whenever she stepped on something hard on the trail, and the occasional sighs. They weren’t moving fast at all, but the hike was breaking her down, bit by bit, like a Chinese water torture. There was a very good chance she’d try to rebel at some point on the trail, either by fighting or just refusing to go on, and there were ways to handle that. He had experience on his side. Plus numbers.
    After about an hour, they came to a rare grassy clearing and he signaled a halt. Elf-girl looked at him blankly before she realized they were done hiking for the moment. Then she collapsed slowly to lie on her side in the grass with a weary moan. He, Kurt and Lloyd shed their backpacks to lie down themselves, and he took the opportunity to study their cute little captive as she lay there with her eyes closed: Likely asleep already, he thought. She did look a bit worn, but so far the actual physical abuse she’d suffered had been minor. It was still so far beyond anything she might have experienced so far, though, that it had to be making an impression. Her rounded little rump looked so appealing, even with the dirt and bits of grass that still clung to it from last night, that he went over to run his hands over it. There was solid, springy muscle under the soft, soft skin, and it felt good to the touch. His atentions drew no more than a mild frown and a sleepy noise of complaint from her. He expanded his fondling to her thighs, and her body gave one tiny shiver.
    It was time to be moving again. He awoke her with one hard, open-handed slap on her rear and began tugging her to her feet. She’d only gotten up on her knees when she looked up at him wearily. “Water.” She said, licking dry lips. “Please.” Smiling, he opened his canteen and held it out to her, watching as she eagerly opened her mouth for it and leaned forward, with the same look of single-minded purpose he knew she’d eventually have for getting something else entirely into her mouth. He let her drink greedily for only a few gulps, then took the canteen away. “Up, elf-girl.” He told her, giving her leash a tug for emphasis. Her eyes went dull again, and she struggled to her feet, grimacing.
    They hiked for the most part in silence, except for the small, painful or weary noises made by elf-girl. At regular intervals they’d stop to rest, and elf-girl was quicker to collapse and slower to get up after each one. She was getting close to balking, he was sure. They hadn’t told her where they were taking her, or how long it would take to get there, and he was a bit surprised she hadn’t asked. The threat of gagging her again must have had more of an impact than he’d expected. Of course, she might have just decided to endure whatever was coming with stoic silence. They did that sometimes, but he didn’t think it was going to last long with elf-girl. She certainly wasn’t too proud to ask for water after each halt, even if she