Chapter 10

The First Night

They took their time cooking and eating dinner, leaving Kimberley staked out near the far end of the clearing. It wasn’t that they were especially tired or hungry, but there was a tradition of not using a captive on her first day until after sundown. It added to her suspense, and gave them time to plan things out.

“Pretty little thing.” Kurt observed, casting a quick glance over his shoulder at her. “Kinda spunky too. This oughtta be fun.”

“Yeah, but a lot of work, too.” Ron put in. “She’s going to take careful watching and handling.”

Kurt shrugged and grinned. “We got near a week to break her down nice and proper.”

“And we may need all of it to do it.” Ron told him.

“So what’s the plan?” Lloyd asked.

Ron thought for a moment, rubbing his stubbled chin. “We have to take her to the lake cabin…let’s make her walk it. Keep her hands tied, use a rope around her neck for a leash.”

“We’ve done that before.” Kurt nodded. “I remember that tall redhead seemed to really get off on it.”

“This girl, though,” Ron jerked a thumb back in her direction, “she makes the hike barefoot…all over.”

“Say what?” Kurt was surprised. “She’ll slow us way down that way.”

“So we move slower. Two days instead of one. Most of the trail there is sandy, so it won’t hurt her feet too much.”

“We’re kinda low on food,” Lloyd spoke up.

“So we go a bit hungry. It won’t kill us. She gets little or nothing on the trail, and only just enough water. By the time we get to the cabin, she oughta be a lot more willing to cooperate.”

Kurt thought it over, nodded. Lloyd still looked doubtful, but shrugged.

“Good,” Ron said, settling it. He looked up at the sky. “Still some daylight left. Get her pack. We’re gonna feed everything that will burn to the fire, and make sure she can see us doin’ it.”

All her struggling had done was tighten the ropes around her wrists and ankles, and after a while Kimberley gave up. The knots were too secure, the stakes too deeply driven into the ground. She lay still and concentrated on getting her breath back. The damned gag didn’t make it easy, and there were so many other discomforts demanding her attention. Grass was poking and tickling her everywhere it could reach, and the air was getting just cool enough to remind her constantly of her nudity. Her arms were stretched out wide, hands well above her head. Her legs were parted, knees raised as if ready to welcome a lover, held there by her bonds. Well, she told herself, at least I’m lying down.

She raised her head as best she could to see what her captors were doing. They were sitting around the campfire, backs to her, eating. Eating! Her stomach growled at the cruel sight and she let her head sag back down. They were waiting, making her wait…for what? She flexed her hands and feet to keep the circulation going. Her arms and thighs felt uncomfortably stretched, but there was nothing she could do about that.

It was gradually getting darker. Night was approaching, and the thought gave her a nameless dread. They were waiting for the night…and then? She shuddered, and then she heard them laughing. She craned her head up to look.

They were standing around the campfire, throwing things into it. Something went in that caused the fire to flare up for a moment, and in the glare she recognized her clothes, her gear, all of it fed to the flames one by one. Her eyes went wide, and she tried to yell at them to stop it. All that came out was a muffled noise. She tried again with the same result before lying back and closing her eyes. Tears trickled down her cheek. What were they going to do to her? There was a small, cold knot of fear deep in her belly now, and there was absolutely nothing she could do.

Her backpack was the last to go, the material cut and torn from the aluminum tube frame, the frame itself bent and crumpled, stomped flat, folded up on itself. There was nothing at all left of what she’d brought with her…there was just her now. Her survival knife he’d kept for himself.

He looked up at the sky, where the first stars were coming out. Just above the trees, Venus glowed brighter than any of them. “It’s time.” He said.

Lloyd, sitting by the fire, poking at it with a stick, looked up and grinned. “Guess you call dibs, eh?” he chuckled. “Fair enough. You did most of the work.”

“I can wait a bit.” Kurt chimed in, stretching big arms up over his head for a moment. “Kinda wanna try her mouth out for size myself.”

“I wouldn’t try sticking my dick in there just now.” Ron said. “She’s liable to bite you.”

“Yep.” Kurt agreed happily. “She’ll be changin’ her mind though.”

“She sure will.” Ron nodded. “But not tonight.”

She heard footsteps drawing near her, and raised her head to look in sudden panic. It was the big black guy who’d hit her, pinched her, cut her clothes off. He had to be the leader of this bunch. She scraped up enough courage to glare at him as he stood near her, looking down. The firelight was behind him, and she couldn’t see his face…just a big, dark presence looming over her. He said nothing, his face a mask as he lit a cigarette.

A healthy young female body is a lovely combination of form and function, prompting urges so primitive that it’s very difficult to put them into words. He took his time looking her over, noting the smooth flare of her hips, the swellings of her small breasts, how the muscles stood out in her thighs as she strained at the ropes, consciously or otherwise trying to draw her legs together. He took a last drag at the cigarette before flipping it away into the surrounding dark.

“You sure made us work for you, elf-girl,” he chuckled down at her. “I’m thinkin’ maybe you decided to call it all off too, right?”

Looking up at him, Kimberley nodded warily. Maybe she could still just go back to the lodge.

“Well, you can’t,” he chuckled again. “Once you went off into the woods you were all ours. We can do any damn thing we want. We’re gonna, too.” He looked her up and down, slowly. “Know what I see here?” he asked. Certain that she didn’t want to know, Kimberley was motionless except for a slow, reflexive clenching of her hands.

“I see…” he went on, “Tits, legs, a pussy, a mouth and an ass, and they all look pretty good.” He squatted down beside her and cupped a breast in one big hand, squeezing it as his thumb ran back and forth across the nipple. He kept his eyes on hers as he did it until her angry glare faded and she had to look away. Once she did, he began handling the rest of her body, none too gently. The texture of his hands was hard and rough, and after a little while she was squirming under them, making hopeless little noises of protest.

Her skin was baby-soft, almost silky, with well-toned muscles lying just beneath. He gripped her by the hair to make her hold a bit more still, and was surprised. While it looked soft and fine, it actually had a stiff, coarse quality to it, as if it had been spun out of thin gold wires. Holding her hair with one hand, he ran the other down to her pussy to make a comparison. The hair there wasn’t quite as stiff or coarse, but still belied its appearance. He moved from there to her inner thighs, moving his hand up and down slowly, kneading her flesh as she renewed her squirming and protests, in spite of his grip on her hair. He gave her head a rough shake.

You’re gonna take some tamin’,” he told her. “I can tell.” His hand went back to her pussy, and he slid two fingers between her fleshy outer lips, watching her eyes go wide as he did so. “Well, we’re good at that.” He went on as his hand continued to invade her. “Before we’re done you’re gonna be anxious to please. You’re gonna do stuff you never even thought of, elf-girl.”