The Novice Prey & the Daring Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  Time went by and the crowds, their curiosities satisfied, melted away. Alexa yawned for real and noted that the sunlight in the street outside seemed to be coming in at a sharp angle. One of the men working there came by to tell the women that they didn’t have to keep moving any more, and that they should rest up because they were all going to be taken upstairs after dark. By then Alexa was tired enough not to care about what was going to happen to them after dark. She was feeling loose and limber, but also very tired. She hadn’t gotten enough rest last night. She and Emma had been lying side by side, asleep on that carpet remnant, when Will and Stan decided to wake them up, put them on their backs, and fuck their brains out, side by side. And, while she’d made her activities in her cage seem natural and easy the fact was she felt like she’d been exercising for many, many hours. She laid down on the pad with a grateful sigh, wished there was a pillow, and settled down for a nice little nap.

  “You little bitch,” Martina hissed. Wearily, Alexa turned just enough so that she could see her. Martina was lying on her stomach, her chin resting on her crossed arms. Her hair hid much of her face, but the one eye that Alexa could see appeared to be full of anger.

  “It’s a contest, Martina,” she whispered. “What’s the matter can’t stand being in second place?”

  “You weren’t even supposed to make the cut!” Martina’s voice was full of venom.

  “Well, gee,” Alexa smiled lazily. “I guess that’s your fault for not telling me that ahead of time, isn’t it?”

  “You never should have gotten this far,” Martina sneered. “You don’t belong here.”

  “You mean here?” Alexa patted the mat she was lying on. “Here, in first place? Well, I am here, Martina, so you can just suck on it.” She smiled nastily and continued. “Whenever they don’t have you busy sucking on other things, anyway.”

  “Bitch,” Martina muttered angrily.

  “Second-place bitch,” Alexa rejoined with a smirk.

  Chapter Twelve

  They woke the women up by banging on the iron bars of their cages with lengths of pipe. It was very effective, and it took a moment for Alexa’s heart rate to return to normal. She could see that it was dark out now, and dim overhead lights weakly illuminated the interior of the slave market. She also saw two men helping Lynette out of her cage. They didn’t look like any of the men who had bagged the skier, and they were dressed almost identically in jeans, cowboy boots and loose-fitting white shirts. As she looked around, she saw more men dressed that way and concluded that it was some kind of uniform for men who worked in the slave market. She watched as they put black leather cuffs around Lynette’s wrists and ankles, then buckled a wide, heavy-looking black collar around her neck. Lynette barely reacted to it all, even when they locked her wrist cuffs together behind her back, clipped a length of heavy chain to her collar, and led her away to the long, wide staircase that led to the mysterious ‘upstairs’.

  A little while later, they came for Naomi. The dark-haired surfer seemed uneasy. As they cuffed and collared her she kept making small moves that didn’t interfere with the process, and small, wordless noises that could have been of dismay, or protest, or even arousal. Then they led her away upstairs.

  “Now it gets really tough,” Martina said. “Think you can handle it? Think you can handle all the dirty, nasty things they’re going to do to you up there?”

  Alexa looked at the blonde. “You’ll be up there too,” she said. “I guess you just can’t resist the urge to trash talk your competitors, can you?”

  “You’ll break,” Martina sneered. “You’ll quit.”

  Alexa sighed. “No, I won’t,” she said. It was clear enough to her that Martina was getting desperate. She was even starting to sound desperate. She was about to say more to Martina, but thought better of it. She just stared at the blonde instead. Martina stared back. Aside from some blinking, both women kept up the contest until the men came for Martina. Even then, she tried to continue but the mechanics of crawling out of the cage forced her to look elsewhere. Alexa took the opportunity to turn her back on the other woman and lay quietly, waiting for her turn. She hadn’t seen Will at all since that afternoon, and that worried her a little. She couldn’t think of any plausible reason why he wouldn’t be here that didn’t involve him somehow abandoning her to her fate. Had that green-eyed redhead attracted his attention? Or was he sitting in one of the town saloons, drinking? Or maybe even having a drink with that green-eyed redhead?

  They came for her, the same two men who had come for all the others. They helped her out of her cage, and put the cuffs and collar on her as they had all the others, clipped a heavy chain leash to her collar, and led her upstairs. She didn’t know what to expect. Well, she’d endure it, no matter what came. But it would be a lot easier for her if Will was with her.

  At the top of the stairs was a wide, heavy door. As the man leading her swung the door open, bright light poured out, making Alexa blink and hesitate. The man following her steadied her with a hand on her shoulder and propelled her forward as the other man pulled her along by the chain. She passed through the door, and heard it shut behind her.

  They were in what at first looked like a vast room that extended the full width and length of the building, but then she noticed walls and doors at either end. Still, it was a very large room that she found herself in. To her left, she saw men sitting on rows of folding chairs, and she felt a tiny but palpable surge of relief when she recognized Will sitting in the front row. When she looked to her right, though, that feeling of relief evaporated. There was a row of stocks set up, each one holding a naked woman, facing away from her. She recognized Martina’s tight, round ass from having seen it so much that afternoon. Just past Martina, she recognized what had to be Naomi, going by the skimpy-bikini tan lines. And at the far end of the row, that just had to be Lynette. She saw some red marks across Lynette’s ass and couldn’t help smiling. But when she looked for the set of stocks that they were going to put her in she didn’t see one. Inwardly, she gulped. What did they have in mind for her? They led her over to a low, round stand and made her get up onto it, facing the seated men.

  “Gentlemen,” another of the sort-of-uniformed slave market staff said loudly as he came up alongside Alexa. He put a hand on her shoulder. “We have here the winner of our first athlete-hunting contest, Alexa Marx. She was taken down and brought in by Will Longstreet.” There was a brief smattering of applause. Alexa looked at Will, but all he did was smile at her and wink.

  “Now,” the man next to Alexa continued, “all of these lovely females have bravely stuck it out, even though this is the first time any of them have been to our fair town. Let’s give them a round of applause too.” As the men clapped, and some of them whistled, Alexa noticed that the stocks were arranged so that they all had a side view of the ‘females’.

  “Now, I’m sure that the masters of these sweet females have already introduced them to some of the special delights of Gordburg, but we thought it would be a shame if we let them all go home without experiencing some of the even more special delights available here, upstairs in the slave market. And it would be even more of a shame if you masters and gentlemen didn’t have the opportunity to see it all as it unfolds.”

  Alexa was beginning to feel very uneasy. She did her best not to show it. Being put on display like this, naked in front of all these men, was more exciting now than unnerving, but what did they mean to do to her? She didn’t especially care what they did to Martina or Lynette.

  “So, let’s begin,” the announcer said. “Mister Longstreet, if you would, please?”

  Will got up and came over to Alexa. He gently pulled her down off of the stand, took her in his arms, and planted a kiss on her. The audience cheered and hooted and whistled, and that was so distracting that it took her a moment to remember to kiss back. When he slid his hands down to squeeze her ass she found it a little easier to ignore the next round of cheers, hoots and whistles. As long as her master w
as there he wouldn’t let them really hurt her. When he broke the kiss and slapped her on her ass she jumped and yelped. As the audience erupted in noise again, she had an irrational urge to grin.

  “Mister Longstreet?” she heard the announcer say from somewhere behind her. Will reached out and took something from him, then held it where Alexa could see. It just looked like some strange leather harness at first until he turned it around and she saw the dildo attached to the front of it. It was long and thick and an unlikely shade of fire-engine red. She started to recoil from it, but the announcer stopped her.

  “Just hold still, female,” Will said quietly, “and relax. This is going on you, not in you.” He began fitting the wide leather straps around her waist. She raised her cuffed hands out of his way. He cinched and belted it a little too tightly, but she said nothing as she looked down at the ridiculous fake dick, just sticking up from between her legs. It wasn’t as long as her master’s real one, she thought, but it was certainly as thick. Will passed another strap between her legs, went around behind her, and made her move her feet further apart. She didn’t know why until she felt his fingers fiddling around, sometimes brushing against her pussy lips or inner thighs. Then he straightened up, pulling the strap up strongly as he did so. Alexa felt something short and thick slide up into her, and she couldn’t help making a breathy noise of surprise. Will fastened her crotch strap as snugly as he had the others. He made a few small adjustments before unfastening her wrist cuffs from each other. She turned to look at him, a question on her face. All he did was smile, wink, and hand her a jar of some clear gel. It wasn’t labeled, so she had no idea what it was, or what she was supposed to do with it, but as she turned the jar over in her hands she began to have a suspicion.

  “Now, female,” the announcer took over again, “You’ve already bested your competitors in this hunt, so we’re giving you an opportunity to rub it in by fucking them with your most impressive equipment.”

  “Really?” Alexa stared at him. This was almost like having a dream come true, even if it had some of the aspects of a drunken nightmare.

  “Yes, indeed,” the announcer nodded. He was Will’s age and build, but pale-skinned and blue-eyed. “We must insist on straight sex, though. You could do some damage with that thing otherwise.”

  “And this?” she held up the jar.

  “Lubricant,” he replied. “Special blend that provides a bit of stimulation at the same time. Now, would you like to try your new toy out on Martina?”

  “Oh, yes!” Alexa grinned wickedly as she looked at the blonde’s vulnerable nether regions. She saw that Martina’s ankle cuffs had been chained to the floor, so there was no danger of her kicking, and started over towards her.

  “Now, remember,” the announcer warned, “the safe word is still in effect. If you hear her say ‘red, red, red’ you must stop immediately and move away from her.”

  “I understand,” Alexa nodded eagerly. This looked like a kinky win-win situation for her. If Martina used the safe word, she’d lose her bet. And if she didn’t use it… Alexa came up behind the blonde and started smearing lubricant on the dildo. It had a nice, fresh scent, and it started to make her palms tingle pleasantly after a moment, so she didn’t use any more than she thought she absolutely had to for Martina. She could see the tall blonde starting to get twitchy as she waited, and wondered if she was a screamer. That would be interesting.

  Martina flinched when Alexa put a hand on her back. She tried to pull her hands free and failed; she tried to pull her legs free and failed. Alexa stepped up close behind the other woman and slid the dildo up and down between Martina’s long, strong legs. She enjoyed how it made the blonde move.

  “Get it over with, you fucking bitch!” Martina hissed angrily.

  “What, no foreplay?” Alexa teased. She leaned forward over Martina’s body and ran her hands slowly up and down the other woman’s flanks. Martina twitched, struggled and grunted. Alexa slid her hands under Martina to cup her breasts and gently knead the warm, firm flesh. She found that they were completely real, in spite of all the speculations she’d heard. She heard Martina snarl and felt her try to buck her tormentor off. It didn’t work. Alexa laughed and pressed her own breasts against Martina’s back as she fingered the blonde’s nipples.

  “Am I getting you hot?” she asked Martina teasingly. “Am I making you wet?” Martina made an angry, wordless noise.

  “My, you just can’t wait another minute, can you?” Alexa giggled. Her surroundings had dwindled down to just her and Martina. She felt powerful, in control, and incredibly brazen. She couldn’t resist giving Martina’s ass a slap, and was rewarded with a louder, angrier wordless noise.

  The next part was trickier than she would have thought. She steadied herself with a hand on Martina’s hip as she used her other hand to try to guide the head of the dildo into Martina’s pussy. Martina refused to make it easy. In spite of her earlier demand that Alexa get it over with, she kept moving her ass just enough to keep Alexa from penetrating her. It got old very quickly, and Alexa finally put everything she had into a tremendous open-handed slap on the side of Martina’s ass. It made a resounding and very satisfying crack! “Hold still, you blonde bitch!” Alexa yelled as Martina screeched. She took the fiery red dildo in her hand again. This time Martina remained still. Alexa slid the head of the dildo in, then another inch, and another inch, and another. It wasn’t sliding in easily, so it was possible that the only lubrication Martina was enjoying was what was smeared on the dildo. Well, that would have to do then. Alexa slowly and deliberately shoved the whole length of the thing deep into Martina. She had just raised her hand to spank her rival again when the damned strap-on suddenly started vibrating. Both women whooped in simultaneous surprise. Martina started wriggling and struggling wildly, but no more effectively. All she could really do was stamp her feet and wail. Startled, Alexa could only hang on to Martina’s hips as the end of the devilish device that was thrust up into her made her completely lose focus for a moment. She took a deep breath and buckled down to fucking Martina with the dildo. As soon as it began sliding freely in and out of Martina’s pussy, she started to fuck her hard and fast.

  Martina began moaning, and her struggles stopped. Alexa wondered if she was feeling something of what men felt when they took a woman - minus the vibrating, of course. There was this big, stiff thing sticking out from between her legs and she had it buried deep inside the soft, warm, increasingly slippery depths of a pussy. There was a little resistance every time she thrust forward, and a little resistance every time she pulled back out, as if Martina’s pussy was reluctant to be invaded and equally reluctant to be abandoned. It gave her a feeling of power, of dominance. Did Will have the same feelings when he fucked her? All of a sudden she wanted him to take her from behind again, as he had done that very first time.

  Martina came with a groan and a shudder. She hadn’t used the safe word, and it didn’t look as if she was going to now. Disappointed, Alexa made a few more thrusts before pulling out completely. The dildo was glistening in the lights now, and she knew she hadn’t put that much lubricant on it. Martina moaned weakly and sagged in the stocks. The dildo stopped vibrating. Alexa let the announcer draw her back away from the blonde. She was just able to stay on her own feet as somebody wiped the dildo clean, first with a damp towel and then with a dry one. She hadn’t come herself. The thing Will had stuck up into her wasn’t long enough and didn’t quite reach where it could do the most good, but the experience had been pleasantly stimulating and she wouldn’t mind having another go at it.

  “Next,” the announcer said to her as he took her by the arm and guided her around Martina to Naomi. Alexa heard the surfer whimper. From the position she was in she could have heard everything that had just gone on, including the ass-slapping, but wouldn’t have been able to see anything. As Alexa looked down at Naomi’s helpless body, she felt a twinge of conscience. She actually kind of liked the girl. The few times they’d been in each othe
r’s company, Naomi had been friendly and funny. The announcer handed Alexa the jar of lubricant again. She must have dropped it in her excitement over humiliating Martina.

  “Can I pass on her?” she whispered to the announcer.

  “No,” was all he said. Alexa looked at Naomi’s cute little rump with its cute little tan lines, sighed, and started smearing the dildo with the lubricant. She heard Naomi whimper faintly, and saw her body tense up.

  This wasn’t going to be easy, but she’d have to do Naomi in order to get to Lynette, and she felt like she still owed Lynette some payback. Alexa gently stroked Naomi’s back, trying to put her at ease. That seemed to work, so she went on to kiss the surfer’s back softly, here and there, to let her know that she wouldn’t be hurt. Naomi slowly relaxed, but the moment she felt the end of the dildo at her pussy she tensed up again. Alexa considered resuming her awkward seduction and decided against it. Given that she had this outlandish, even fiendish, contraption strapped to her body and Naomi was trapped in the stocks, even if a seduction was remotely possible it would certainly take too long. She stroked Naomi’s back one last time and then guided the dildo into the woman’s…no, the female’s…pussy. The vibrating started almost immediately, and Naomi squealed. Alexa took a breath and shoved the thing all the way in.