Kimberley tossed another rock in a different direction. This time it did not ricochet off of a tree, and as it bounced along through the leaf litter it sounded very much like quick and careless footsteps. Barbara yelped and whirled around again, pointing her flashlight as if it was a weapon.
“Kim?!” she called out loudly. She sounded not only nervous now, but actually scared. Kimberley felt a moment of remorse. It was not too late to walk out from behind her tree and apologize for the bad practical joke. She gnawed at her lower lip and stayed put.
“DAMMIT!!!!!” Barbara yelled angrily into the night. “Kim, this isn’t funny!”
Kimberley debated throwing one more rock and decided against it. She waited.
Barbara also waited for a long moment, looking around, swiveling the flashlight beam left and right. “Kim? Come on out, Kim, or I’ll just go into town without you.”
Kimberley faded back behind her tree. Yes, do that, she thought. Please do that.
“I’m going now.” Barbara called out. “I really am!” Kimberley kept silent. Any hunters in the area would almost certainly be zeroing in on the source of all the noise, aided by the flashlight beam scything around like a blue-light special advertisement. ‘Limited time only!’ Kimberley thought. ‘Come get your very own lost-in-the-woods life-sized, anatomically-correct Barbie doll! Limited quantity available! First come, first served!’
“Goodbye, Kim!” Barbara called out one last time. Kimberley heard her trudging away. She was either too scared, too angry, or maybe both now, to move slowly and quietly as Kimberley had taught her. The sound of Barbara’s footsteps faded away.
Kimberley realized that she’d been holding her breath for some time, and she let it all out in a long sigh. Her heart was pounding. The really risky part came next. She took a quick look out from behind her tree to be sure that Barbara was really gone and then a slower and more careful look around to make sure that nobody was already creeping up behind Barbara. All clear. She took a deep breath and set out.
She followed after Barbara as quickly as she dared. She had always planned on setting Barbara up to be captured early. She had planned for that ever since they’d decided to come out here for another few weeks of adventure. She felt that Barbara had it coming to her after Kimberley’s own brutal experience last year. Okay, in the end she’d been a bit unhappy that the episode was over, but still…Barbara could have given her a little bit more warning.
But if Barbara was indeed going to be captured out here in the wilds, captured and stripped and bound and perhaps even beaten a little…a leather strap taken to her perfectly rounded ass, maybe, to make her more pliable…Kimberley desperately wanted to see it. She HAD to see it. She had to see it, and hear it, and for that, she had to run the risk of being taken herself. Fortunately, Barbara was making so much noise as she plodded along, using the flashlight to keep from walking into a tree, that it was unlikely any hunters would notice the small and stealthy Elf-Girl trailing some distance behind her.
Barbara kept stopping at odd intervals. Kimberley thought that she must be using the flashlight to get a look at the compass before moving again. If nothing happened soon, she might actually get to the town after all. Kimberley bit her lip at the thought. That would be very disappointing.
She had gotten very close to Barbara the last time she stopped to get her bearings, and she watched from behind a tree as Barbara tucked the compass into a pocket of her shorts and started walking again. She topped a low rise and then disappeared into what must be a ravine on the other side. Kimberley was just about ready to follow when she heard Barbara shriek. Had she come across a snake? Then Kimberley heard a babble of male voices, all shouting advice and warnings, “Get her! She’s headed that way! Grab her, you idiots! Look out!” There was a loud male grunt of pain, another shriek from Barbara, and then the sounds of a struggle, punctuated by more grunts and curses. Kimberley was impressed. She hadn’t thought that Barbara had known even half of the words she was using. Finally, the sounds died away. Kimberley began to edge closer to have a look.
“Geez, she BIT me!” a man complained loudly.
“You got off luckier than Ralphie did,” some other man growled in reply. There was a short burst of rough laughter. “How’re they feelin’, Ralphie?”
“Damn!” The voice was strained. “She kicked me!” More laughter.
“Well, whadd’ja expect? She’d kiss ya?”
“Can it. Jack, you go have a look around and see if she brought a friend. We’ll get ‘er back to the camp.”
Hearing that, Kimberley faded back into the darkness. Jack would find nothing, and she would trail him back to their camp.
Chapter Six
Kimberley’s first glimpse of Jack had her thinking that he was a big, burly guy, but she soon realized that that was a trick of the night and perspective. He really wasn’t much taller than she was. Still, he was built like a wrestler, and she guessed he had trouble finding shirts that fit him properly.
Jack did a quick check of the area using a flashlight, but it was so perfunctory that it was clear to Kimberley that he did not think that Barbara had had any company. That or maybe he was itching to get back to the campsite and try out their new captive Barbie doll. Probably a bit of both, she decided. When he stopped searching and set off into the woods, she followed him, carefully and quietly.
She wasn’t sure how many men were in the group that caught Barbara. She had made out four distinct voices, but it’s possible not everyone said something. There could even be more back at the campsite. That campsite couldn’t be too far off or they might have missed Barbara completely, even considering what she’d done to give away her position. Jack kept using his flashlight. That made it easy to track him. But he was also walking rather quickly, which made it difficult to follow him without making noise. A couple of times, he stopped and looked around before continuing on his way. Each time, Kimberley froze, counting on the woods and the darkness to keep him from spotting her.
The camp wasn’t all that far away. Before she saw it, she’d spotted the light of what had to be a big campfire up ahead. Kimberley nodded a silent thanks to Jack for getting her this far and began moving off to her left, trying to find a spot from which she could get a good view. She could hear the men laughing again. She could also hear Barbara, shrieking and snarling. As she drew closer, there was the sound of a blow. Barbara’s tirade was abruptly cut off, and Kimberley heard her groan. One of the men said something she couldn’t quite catch, and there was more laughter.
Kimberley shed her pack and anything she had on her that might make noise. She kept her knife…just in case. She began to crawl towards the glow of the fire carefully, keeping to cover. For some reason, there seemed to be plenty of underbrush hereabouts.
After many excruciating minutes…there were a multitude of small, sharp hard things under the leaf litter, and her hands and knees were soon hurting…she saw the campfire through the brush. She crawled the last few feet on her belly. There…she could see now.
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. Barbara tossed her head back and howled, her fingers digging into the dirt. Hastily, Kimberley thrust her hand under her shorts, under her panties, two fingers sliding easily into her slick, warm pussy. She shuddered and bit down on the bandana as Slapper began pumping Barbara hard and fast, giving her another stinging slap on her ass every so often. Barbara’s head tossed up and down, her long, fine blonde hair flying, her body quivering from the impacts of cock and hand as she shrieked and howled and moaned and yelped. Kimberley watched and listened to it all with something like awe. She’d heard Siamese cats in heat that weren’t as noisy as Barbara.
Slapper suddenly stiffened and groaned, his fingers digging into Barbara’s hips. A quick, spasmodic jerk and another groan, another jerk and another groan, and then a long, loud “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Barbara had fallen silent. Her head was hanging as low as Bull’s grip on her leash would permit.
Was he done already? Kimberley slowed her own finger-play down and frowned. He’d only just started! She saw Barbara form one hand into a fist and use it to pound weakly at the ground. Was it in anger? Frustration? Something else? Kimberley herself felt very frustrated at the moment. Well, there were three more of them to go.
Bull handed off the leash to Jack as Slapper slowly pulled up his pants and stood. He patted Barbara’s rump affectionately. “Good girl,” he chuckled. “Nice and tight. Maybe we won’t take you to the Farm right away, hey?” He walked over to Ralphie and gestured for him to hand over the bottle. Ralphie obliged.
The firelight picked out highlights on Barbara’s naked body. Kimberley peered more closely. Yes, indeed, Barbara was sweating now. Was she sweating from her own exertions or was she just a bit too close to the fire?