The Elusive Prey

An eBook By S J Lewis.

There was a big clearing, mostly bare dirt, in front of her. The fire was blazing smack in the middle of the clearing. At the far side was some kind of lean-to, crudely built out of logs, poles and branches. Between the lean-to and the fire were Barbara and her new owners. Grumbling to herself, Kimberley shifted to one side for a better view...carefully.

Barbara had already been stripped naked. Kimberley had hoped to see them doing that, but oh, well. One of the men was standing behind her, holding her upright with her arms twisted up behind her back. Barbara’s hair was in a long tangle. She kept tossing her head to get it out of her eyes. Kimberley could see Barbara’s clothes and gear scattered all over the clearing, and another man standing close in front of her, grinning as he fondled Barbara’s breasts with both hands. Jack was standing nearby, watching. A fourth man was sitting under the lean-to, drinking something from a bottle. He was also rocking back and forth slowly, and Kimberley guessed that he must be Ralphie, the one Barbara had kicked. She was pretty sure where Barbara had kicked him. All of the men were clad in rough, grimy-looking clothes, and apparently none of them had shaved for several days. The town, or trading post, or whatever it was, had to be nearby, so what kept them from cleaning up once in a while? Kimberley thought that it must be some kind of guy thing. A bunch of them on a fishing trip probably let themselves go for a while. Men tended to do that when there weren’t any women around, she guessed. Granted, this was a hunting trip, not a fishing trip, and while there were women around, all a man had to do was try to capture one, not attract and seduce one, so the principle must be the same.

Barbara yelped as the man in front of her squeezed her nipples. He let go and cupped her chin in one hand, holding her head up so that she had to look at him. His other hand wandered down between her legs. What with the distance, the angle, and all that blonde hair, Kimberley could not see Barbara’s expression. She could see that Barbara’s hips were squirming, as if trying to move away from that invading hand. Then it looked as if Barbara spit in her tormentor’s face. All he did was laugh and then slap her. Once. Hard. Barbara’s head snapped around and she sagged in the grip of the man behind her.

"Feisty, ain’t she?" Jack observed, hands in his pockets.

"For now." The man who had slapped her nodded. "She won’t be after a week at the Farm."

"We’re gonna take her to the Farm?" Jack asked. Kimberley could almost hear the capital-F when they said "the Farm". What the hell was the Farm?

"Yeah, but not right away," Slapper replied. He pulled Barbara’s head up by her hair and looked into her eyes. Kimberley could still not clearly see Barbara’s face or her expression, and she cursed her luck silently.

"Let ‘er go, Bull." Slapper nodded towards the man holding Barbara. Bull shrugged and let go. Barbara fell to her hands and knees in the dirt, her hair sprawling.

"You just stay like that, bitch," Slapper ordered. "Jack, bring me her belt, hey?"

Kimberley wriggled in anticipation, but when Jack handed Slapper...he must be the leader, Kimberley guessed...the requested belt, instead of using it to give Barbara’s perfect ass a good, hard spanking, he looped it around her neck and pulled it snug. Barbara coughed once as the leather tightened around her throat, but did nothing else. She just stayed on her hands and knees, as she had been told.

"You got first dibs, Ralphie." Slapper called out.

"I’ll wait," Ralphie replied, taking another swig from the bottle.

"How long you think you’ll have to wait?" Slapper grinned and the other men laughed. The hairs on the back of Kimberley’s neck stood up at the raw brutality of the sound.

"Not too long." Ralphie growled. "You guys go ahead. I want to see her get it."

"Fine by me." Slapper shrugged. "Here, Bull. Take this." He twitched the belt, and Kimberley saw Barbara briefly lift a hand, as if to try to loosen its grip on her neck

Bull dutifully took hold of the end of the belt, giving it a short tug. Slapper moved around behind Barbara. He thrust a booted foot between her knees and used it to shove them further apart. Barbara whimpered.

Slapper regarded their prize for a moment. "Nice view." He chuckled to the other men. More laughter. He dropped to his knees behind Barbara and used his hand on her...or in her...again. Barbara writhed and whined.

"You behave," Slapper warned her, slapping her hard on her ass. Barbara jerked and yelped.

Kimberley observed it all intently. Her breathing had quickened, and she was getting a little...moist. She thought about masturbating while she watched the men use Barbara. It would be possible, but would she give herself away by moaning when she came? Maybe...but she couldn’t just watch her revenge playing itself out and not do anything. She was too aroused for that. She remembered the bandana she had tucked into one of her shirt pockets. She’d originally meant to use it as a sweatband or a neckerchief, but the day had not been hot enough for it. She stealthily unbuttoned the pocket, wadded up the bandana, and stuffed it into her mouth. She rolled onto her side, unbuckled her belt and unfastened her shorts as she watched Slapper, his pants now down around his knees, get a grip on Barbara’s hips and slam his cock deep, deep, deep into her.

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