The Novice Prey & the Daring Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  “Already hard,” she heard him say as he brushed his fingers across her nipples. He sounded happy about it. “Shuck off that shirt and bra,” he ordered. Alexa obeyed. She wanted to do it calmly and slowly, but couldn’t. And when one bunched-up shirt sleeve didn’t want to cooperate she yanked furiously at it until it came free. She put her hands at her sides and kept them there while Will went on handling her body.

  “Just as fine as ever,” Will murmured into her ear, making her shiver. “Get on up, female,” he ordered, pulling her upwards by her hair. The pain was enough to make her whimper, but nowhere near enough for her to want this to stop. She stood and waited.

  “Now, get the rest of your clothes off,” he said. He kept his grip on her hair, which made some of what followed awkward. Alexa managed to shed her shoes without too much trouble, but getting her socks off required more effort and some contortions. When she unbuckled the belt to her jeans, Will demanded that she pull it free and hand it to him. She obeyed, even though she was unsure of what he meant to do with it. It was a thin belt, and it would certainly sting like hell if he whipped her with it. Once she’d handed it over, she unzipped her jeans, slid them down off of her hips, and moved her legs to help them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, then pulled her panties down and stepped out of them in turn. Will looked her over. He fondled her ass and thighs roughly, gave her a sharp spank that made her jump and whimper.

  “Hold still, now,” he said. He let go of her hair and before she could think of how to react he’d slipped her belt around her neck and pulled it snug.

  “Pick up your clothes.” Alexa crouched down and gathered everything up, including her shoes. She still didn’t know what Will intended, but she really wanted to find out.

  “This way,” Will pulled on the end of her belt and led her into the kitchen. He made her fold her clothes up neatly and stack them on the floor next to the heavy wooden kitchen table, then made her kneel on them. He wrapped the free end of her belt around one of the table legs.

  “Stay there,” he ordered. By now, Alexa was so excited that it was all that she could do to keep from wriggling. Will opened one of the kitchen drawers and rummaged around in it for a moment before he found what he was looking for. He held it up to show her. She didn’t recognize it at first. It was long and thin and seemed to be made of clear plastic. Will approached her, smiling, playing with it, and she suddenly saw that it was one of those plastic police restraints she’d seen…well, she couldn’t remember where she’d seen it, probably on television, but she knew what Will intended to do with it. She crossed her wrists behind her before he could ask her or order her to.

  “A little eager, I see,” he said as he looped it around her wrists. She heard the rapid clicking-zipping noise as he secured her with it. He patted her hip as he got up. “Well, I’m a bit hungry from choppin’ wood all mornin’. I’m gonna start cookin’ up some lunch and go take a shower while it’s heatin’ up. You just relax, female. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  It was more than a minute, way more. She heard the microwave he’d started ‘ding’ when it was done and more time passed after that. But she didn’t care once she saw Will come back into the kitchen wearing ratty old dark blue slippers and a long bathrobe. His hair was still damp. He freed her belt from the table leg and held onto it as he pulled up a chair in front of her and sat down with a sigh.

  “I’m still kinda sorry we didn’t have more time together in Gordburg,” he began. “Seems like we’d just started gettin’ into it when it was time to go. But I’m glad you won, Alexa Marx. Did that Lynette actually pay off her part of the bet?”

  “They all did,” Alexa replied. “We all put our money in an escrow account beforehand. None of us really trusted any of the others.”

  Will laughed. “Smart move,” he said. “That Martina was really pissed that you beat her out too. I keep thinkin’ if I had a shot at her I could fix her little attitude problem, but I always think better of it once I remember her bangin’ those two men out back to get them to go after you.”

  “Yes. Thank you,” Alexa smiled. “I think that maybe you had a little more to do with making sure I was the last one than you’ve let on.”

  “What?” Will grinned. “You think maybe I went around hidin’ your tracks when I found ‘em and givin’ bad information to the other hunters? That would be an awful lot of work, wouldn’t it?”

  Alexa grinned back. “Yeah, I guess it would,” she said. “An awful lot of work. Only a skilled outdoorsman could pull something like that off, right?”

  “I s’pose,” Will shrugged. He turned serious.

  “You’re serious about goin’ back to Gordburg, aren’t you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” Alexa nodded.

  “I might not be able to get there the same time as you,” he went on. “You give any thought to bein’ bagged by another man?”

  “Yes.”

  “How about two or three men?”

  “That still scares me a little,” Alexa admitted. “But it’s something I’ll have to risk if I want to get rid of that asterisk, isn’t it?”

  “So you beat all the other women, and now you want to go for the record?”

  “Yes.”

  Will laughed again. “You could give all the hunters a run for their money, I’m sure.”

  “Maybe I could,” Alexa said. “I’d just like to get some training before I go back.” She paused. “In everything.”

  “Yeah. There’s a lot we didn’t get to do, isn’t there? Anything in particular you want to try on for size, now that you’re here?”

  “There’s this one thing that worries me,” Alexa replied.

  “What’s that?”

  “Anal sex,” she said with a shudder. “I’ve read about it, but I’m still skittish. What if I get caught and they want my ass?”

  “Oh, Hell, once they get a taste of that tight little pussy of yours they won’t be thinkin’ of tappin’ your ass.”

  “But…what if they do?”

  “There’s ways to keep it from happenin’. But I think you want to find out for yourself.” Will sighed again and leaned back in the chair. His robe fell partway open and Alexa saw that he was naked under it.

  “I do,” she said. “Can you teach me?”

  “A week’s not enough time to give you more than an introduction, Alexa,” he said. “And nowhere near enough time to get you in condition to handle me. I gotta admit, I’m sore tempted, but a week just ain’t enough time.”

  “Well, give me the introduction anyway,” she said. “Just in case. Please.”

  “Tonight,” Will agreed. “In the meantime, we can cover some of the other things we didn’t get to do.” He unbelted his robe and threw it open, then put his hand on the back of Alexa’s head and pulled her towards him.

  “Suck it, female,” he ordered. “And when it happens, you’ll swallow.”

  “Yes, Master,” Alexa smiled as she opened her mouth. He was only semi-erect at the moment. It was enough to make it easy for her to take him in her mouth. As she felt the thick head of his cock slide between her lips, she closed her eyes and took him in further.

  The Daring Prey

  Chapter One

  Alexa felt the jolt as the small plane touched down on the runway, and then the force pushing her forward as the pilot cut the power to the engine and hit the brakes. She looked out the window to see a line of trees and little else, but as the plane reached the end of the runway and turned around to taxi back to the tiny Gordburg airport, she saw low hills, lightly wooded and crowned with what looked like small but expensive mansions. Will had told her about that part of Gordburg, as well as about the high chain-link fence that separated it from the airfield. She thought that it might be interesting to visit it some time, if that was possible, but she wouldn't be doing it on this trip. This time around, she had set a very specific goal for herself, and that part of Gordburg had nothing to do with it.

  She looked around at the other pass
engers. There were only three of them, two women in their late twenties who seemed to be traveling together, and one man some five or six years older, casually dressed and good looking, with short dark hair and a stubble of beard on his chin that didn't quite suit him. She'd already pegged him as a city guy who was trying to look like a rugged outdoorsman, and while she'd smiled at him briefly and given him a quick nod of acknowledgement when their eyes had happened to meet earlier, she wasn't interested in him at all. He hadn't seemed to be particularly interested in her either, or in the other two women passengers. Well, he probably had a specific physical type he was interested in, and was planning on looking around until he found a woman who fit. Alexa was only being honest with herself when she concluded that she wasn't most men's physical type. She wore her dark blonde hair cut very short, in a spiky version of a boy's crewcut from the 1950s, and Will had said the rest about how she looked when they'd first met here last year. She wasn't bad-looking, but her eyes were a little on the small side, and her eyebrows had always been thin. Her lips weren't as full as they might have been, but she was never going to have that 'taken care of' by a plastic surgeon, nor was she ever going to get breast implants. She was a personal fitness trainer, and she strongly believed in making the most of what you had through diet and exercise. Not all of her clients did, though, and she always had to not say the first thing she wanted to say when one of them wanted to show off the results of their latest procedure. Too many people were willing to pay for quick cosmetic results rather than put in the work to look good. It cut into her business so that she had to scramble for work sometimes. Still, she got to set her own hours, which had to count for something. If she wasn't able to do that, she wouldn't have been able to come here now, or plan to stay for as long as she had.

  She felt a sense of anticipation and excitement as the plane came to a stop near the miniscule control tower. Will had been an invaluable source of information and advice about Gordburg, just as she'd hoped he would be. She knew more than enough about the place now to plan her coming adventure. And, thanks to his diligent and demanding training of her, she knew more about her own body and its responses and limitations, as well as her own mind and its darker recesses. She'd always thought of herself as a strong-willed and independent woman, but now she knew that in the hands of the right dominant man she reveled in submission. Will had done things with her and to her that she never would have imagined experiencing before, and after she'd returned home from his place in the far North, she often found herself waking up in the middle of the night, hot and sweaty and incredibly aroused by some dream already fading beyond recall from her mind. There were clubs in her area where she could have gone to meet dominant men, but she stayed away from them. She didn't know which of her customers might be patrons of one or the other of them, or have friends who were. Her appearance was distinctive enough so that even if she wore a mask, as many of the women who went to those places did, she'd be easily recognized. She'd already had trouble in the past fending off the advances of men who either didn't know or didn't care what 'no' meant. She didn't want to leave herself open to even more of that if she could possibly help it.

  She hadn't been celibate in the time between saying good-bye to Will at the dock near his cabin and coming back to Gordburg, but she hadn't found the same level of intensity outside of those two locales. She would keep looking. But for now, she was back in Gordburg, and looking forward to whatever the future might bring.

  The pilot cut the engines just as the cabin door opened. Alexa waited until the other passengers had disembarked to get up and retrieve her small travel bag. As she got out of the plane, she saw a baggage handler, dressed something like a cowboy, unloading everyone's luggage and placing it on a cart drawn by something that looked like an oversized golf cart, with seats for six besides the driver.

  “Excuse me?”

  Alexa turned towards the sound of the voice. It was a young woman in khakis, wearing a bush hat against the sun and holding a clipboard. “Alexa Marx?” she asked.

  “Yes,” Alexa replied. The woman smiled warmly.

  “Good,” she said. “We have your reservation, and your room is waiting for you back in town. If you'll just register inside the terminal first and then board the shuttle, you'll be taken right there.”

  “I've been here before,” Alexa said. “Would it be all right if I walked there?”

  The woman looked at her clipboard for a moment. “I suppose that would be all right,” she said after a moment. “But it's rather a long walk.”

  “I spent hours on first one plane and then on this one,” Alexa said. “I think a nice long walk would be just the thing I need to work out the kinks.”

  “If you want to,” the woman said. “But you'll still have to register in there.” She gestured towards the terminal building, which looked like a big, two-story wooden frame house with a round tower attached. The top of the tower was all tinted windows, and electronic equipment sprouted out of its roof.

  “I'll do that,” Alexa nodded.

  “Welcome back to Gordburg, Ms. Marx,” the woman smiled. “I hope you enjoy your stay here.”

  “Thanks.” Alexa went into the terminal. Registering was quick and easy once her fellow passengers were out of the way. It took no more than giving her name to the elderly gentleman behind the counter. He tapped out something on his computer keyboard, looked at her once, and then pronounced her registered. She couldn't see the computer screen, but Will had told her that in addition to bringing up her file it would provide a small headshot of her so that her identity could be verified. She thanked the old man and walked out of the building, heading south towards Gordburg. She didn't have to wonder about which way to go. There was a wide graveled road, and she could see what the woman had called the 'shuttle' disappearing down it. She started walking. It was a pleasant day, and while she'd never been much for the great outdoors before, the time she'd spent with Will had given her a new appreciation of the wonders of nature. Except for snakes. She still didn't like snakes, though she wasn't quite as freaked out by them as she had been.

  She was dressed for walking, in comfortable trail boots, knee-length, loose-fitting tan shorts and a dark blue pullover. As she entered the woods, she noted that it looked very much like the area she'd played cat-and-mouse with the male hunters last year. That wasn't all that odd. Back then she'd only been a few miles east of where she was now. In a city, everything could change drastically within a couple of blocks. It was something she wouldn't have even thought about before.

  She heard birds. Some were easy to identify, like crows or bluejays. Others weren't so recognizable. She watched a rabbit hop out onto the trail, notice her, and immediately scurry away. She didn't see any more animals along the way until she got to Gordburg. The gravel road ended where it joined up with the wide, sandy street that served the old part of the town, the part that looked like a set for a Western. If she looked left, Alexa could see the start of the two-lane asphalt road that was the main drag for the newer part. Over that way was her hotel, another hotel, and an assortment of taverns, restaurants and nightclubs, none of them particularly large. Gordburg was very discriminating when it came to its clientele, and it offered such unique attractions that it could well afford to be discriminating. She remembered how very difficult it was for her to get approved to come here last year as she turned right and headed into the old part of town. She was already registered, so there was no hurry for her to check in at her hotel. Her luggage would be delivered and waiting for her whenever she showed up, and she wanted to revisit some of the places she'd been to before. She walked down the main street, and took a right at the only real side street before you got to the edge of town. It wasn't quite as wide as the main street, and it dead-ended after a little ways at the huge, barnlike building she remembered so very well. The big sign over the opened double doors looked no more and no less worn and weather-beaten than she recalled. 'Slave Market', it read, in tall letters that were in a style as st
raight out of an old Western as the rest of this part of town. She could see men and women going into and coming out of it, all of them watched by a burly older man dressed something like a cowboy, up to and including a black Stetson hat. She smiled. That hadn't changed since last year either. She began walking towards the cowboy, making sure that she caught his eye.

  “Hi,” she smiled up at him. Up close he was even taller than she'd first thought, maybe six-four or six-five, and older. There was a network of fine wrinkles at the corners of his dark brown eyes, and his face was like finely tanned leather.. “I'm Alexa Marx. I registered at the airport earlier, and I'd like to go in for a minute.” She took off her bush hat so that he could get a better look at her face.

  “I remember you, ma'am,” the man smiled. “Saw you here last year when you and your friends were having that contest.” He had a deep, rumbling voice that went well with his bulk. His smile was friendly, not lustful.

  “Oh, they weren't exactly my friends,” she said.

  “Well, you've been here before, and I've got no reason to doubt you're all registered, just like you said, so you just go on in,” he said. “Y'all know the rules. No touching, no talking to the females.”