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

had ended. He wished he knew what it had been. It would be an interesting insight into what made elf-girl tick, and might help break her down a little quicker. Well, he supposed they’d just have to keep at it the old-fashioned way. Some took to submission more easily than others. Elf-girl was fighting it, holding herself back. They’d just have to go on breaking her down, maybe all the way down to the level of a scared female animal, responding to pain and force before she could find the pleasure. He patted her cute little ass affectionately. With her curled up like that, it was an interesting view. If he weren’t so tired himself, he’d be using her again tonight. Well, there was always the morning. And then, afterwards, all those days and nights at the cabin by the lake. He went over and sat down next to Kurt’s softly snoring form, keeping an eye on elf-girl.
    She didn’t sleep very well, in spite of how bone-tired she was. Dreams, frightening visions kept interrupting her rest. The thin blanket did nothing to make the hard ground under it any more comfortable either. She kept half-waking, half-imagining that she’d wake up in her own bed, safe and warm. Every time, realization of her actual condition came crashing down, and every time she had to choke back tears. What had she been thinking? Why had Barbara made it sound so exciting? This was pure, unalloyed misery, degrading and painful. It would take a month of baths to make her feel clean again. She could still taste them in her mouth. She hated that. She hated them. They used her for their pleasure, and hurt her doing it. She tried very hard not to think about what else they would do to her.
    Towards morning, she awoke again, not from any dreams but because she had to pee. It hadn’t been a problem earlier because they hadn’t been giving her enough water, just a mouthful here and there. She sat up, groaning as stiffened muscles protested, and looked around, surprised to find that they hadn’t tied her up for the night. But then, what could she do? Naked and exhausted, she wouldn’t get very far before they ran her down. And then they would punish her. She shuddered at the thought.
    One of her captors was awake, watching her, and she covered her nakedness with her hands out of reflex. She didn’t know his name, but he was the one who’d raped her third that first night, the one who’d gripped her by her hair so painfully when they’d used her mouth. He was just sitting there by the embers of the campfire, just watching her, face unreadable. Kimberley gulped once.
    “I…I have to pee.” She said hesitantly.
    He got up slowly and ambled over to her. He smiled as he looked down. “No problem.” He smiled. He took her by her hair, and she came to her feet wincing as he lifted. Well, not entirely to her feet. He kept her in a half-crouch. “Over this way, bitch.” He said. He led her off to the edge of the clearing, halted, and then pushed her down until she was squatting. “Go ahead.” He told her.
    Kimberley closed her eyes with a groan. How much worse could this possibly get? When she was done, he took her back to her blanket and made her lie down. She cried herself back to sleep.

Chapter Seven
    Day Seven
    The day broke gray and overcast, threatening rain. They were all up early, except for elf-girl. She looked all tuckered out, curled up on that blanket. Almost a shame to wake her, Ron chuckled to himself. Lloyd was brewing up the last of their coffee, and the smell reminded him how hungry he was. There wasn’t any food left now, though. Well, the lake cabin wasn’t far off. They ought to get there by midafternoon, even at the slow pace elf-girl was able to keep up. There was plenty of food there. Plus hot showers, real beds, electricity. Once they were there, elf-girl’s education could begin in earnest.
    He nudged her with his boot. “C’mon, girl. Time to rise.”
    She frowned and murmured some complaint, curling up into a tighter little