Chapter 9

He smiled down at her, and her glare intensified. If looks could kill….He held up her knife so she could see it. “Were you really gonna stick me with this?” he asked, unsheathing it. He saw a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. Then the glare was back, and she growled something through the gag.

Still smiling, he squatted, bringing his face closer to hers, holding the knife up between them and turning it slowly. Her eyes moved from his to the blade and grew wider. If she could have, she would have pulled back, but she had to settle for arching her back to put a little distance between her nose and the shining metal.

He laughed at her reaction. His free hand stroked her cheek, and she shook her head and snarled at him. He grasped the collar of her flannel shirt and slipped the blade under it. The fear came back into her eyes, and she froze. Slowly, he began to slice through the cloth.

Kimberley looked around, anywhere but at the knife cutting away her clothes, anywhere but into the intent dark eyes of the big black man wielding the knife. She could see the other two men from earlier, both busy at their own tasks, each one glancing her way every so often, grinning hungrily. Were these her appointed captors, or just three strange guys who had ambushed her in the woods? She wasn’t sure. With that knife so close to her skin…and she knew how sharp it was…she couldn’t struggle. The gag packed her mouth full, pressing her tongue flat, preventing her from forming any words and making it a little difficult to breathe. Being upside down was making her lightheaded…or was that due to her shortness of breath? Ropes cut deeply into her wrists and ankles, hurting her. She could feel her fingers going numb.

He had to move quickly so she didn’t pass out, and yet careful enough not to cut her, while seeming to take all the time in the world. A tall order. Kurt had the fire going just in time to take the strips of what had been the flannel shirt and feed them to it. The T-shirt fit her more snugly. He pulled the material away from her body before cutting it. She started to struggle…a little…and make angry noises again. Between slices he laughed and reached up to pat her adorable little ass, which provoked more struggling and noises.

She knew he’d keep slicing away her clothes until she was naked…and then what? Her heart pounded. Between her anxiety and fear, the gag, and hanging upside-down, she was getting dizzy, lightheaded. She felt him pull away the last of her T-shirt. She closed her eyes and moaned weakly.

He realized she was starting to pass out, much sooner than he’d expected, so he slashed away the last of her t-shirt quickly. Under it she was wearing one of those sports bra things, and he sliced it away, too. Her teats were as cute as he remembered, the nipples round and deep pink. He pinched one. It had the desired effect. Her eyes flew open and she began squirming furiously, trying to pull away, making angry little noises. She caught sight of him and glared at him over her gag.

It hurt! It felt as if he’d used a pair of pliers on her, and her attempt to pull free only made it hurt worse! He laughed once before letting go of her nipple, and then he started to cut away her shorts. She wished she’d had a chance to stick him with that knife after all.

The fight was back in her now. He grinned as he tossed the shreds of her shorts to the ground. Just the panties now. He threw the knife down, point-first into the ground, and took a handful of the cotton cloth. They came away with one hard yank. She yelped at that. He tossed the panties to the ground, where Kurt gathered them up along with the remnants of her shorts. He ran a hand up along her leg, thigh to ankle, then back down. Her struggling grew more animated, the muffled sounds angrier. He turned her to face towards him and laid a hand on her plump little mons, feeling the texture of the curly little hairs that grew there. She tried to head-butt him in the groin for that, and almost succeeded. He laughed and gave her rump a slap that made her yelp again.

“You ready yet?” he called out to Lloyd.

“All done.” Lloyd replied. “Waitin’ on you two.”

“Good.” He said, patting her rump again. “Let’s get ’er down.”

Kurt freed the end of the rope and they lowered her to the ground. She squirmed and struggled wildly as he and Lloyd picked her up and started to carry her over to the stakes. She couldn’t have seen them in the grass from where she was, but she knew something was up, and had a good idea just what. In the end, Kurt had to help carry her, taking her by the shoulders while Lloyd had her feet and he wrapped an arm around her torso to keep her from wriggling loose. She was noisy, eyes flashing angrily at all of them.

He wouldn’t have believed it possible, but her struggling grew wilder when they laid her down between the stakes and began untying her ankles. He had to sit on her belly, pinning her shoulders down as Kurt and Lloyd each took a slim and surprisingly strong leg and lashed her to the stakes by the ankles. Getting her wrists bound the same way took one hell of a fight. She almost managed to rake his face with her nails, and did manage to put some bloody furrows in his arm before she was secured. She lay spread-eagled in the grass, glaring up at them and breathing hard and noisily through her nose. It was interesting watching her chest heave from the effort. She strained at her bonds, muscles straining in knotted bunches in her arms and legs, and once she got some breath back she started snarling something at them again.

“Good job.” He clapped his companions on their backs. “Let’s eat.”

They turned and walked away from her, back to the campfire. Give her a little time to settle down and get used to her captivity…and to think about what was coming.

Kimberley didn’t know what to think as she watched them go. None of them even took one last backwards look at her. Her first feeling of relief lasted about a second. She was still staked out, vulnerable, available for just about anything they would want to do to her…how much later? She sagged back with a groan.