The Novice Prey & the Daring Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  The female shrieked, her back arching. The man holding her hair let her raise her head as high as she could. Alexa saw that her eyes were shut tight and her chin was slick with her own drool. She seemed to be biting down hard on the bit in her mouth. She let out another shriek that dwindled away to a sob, and Alexa saw her body being bumped forward again, only faster and harder. The female began grunting deeply and painfully with each thrust.

  The bald man still blocked her view. Alexa hoped that he wasn't going to stay there the whole time. She wanted to see everything, even though she had no doubts as to what was going on. Her own experience with anal sex was limited. Will had given her some training, but she hadn't tried it since she'd last seen him. It had been uncomfortable and awkward and painful, yet darkly exciting at the same time. She knew that it gave Will pleasure, but aside from the thrill of submission it didn't really do much for her. And yet, she thought if she was exposed to it more frequently, it just might. She hadn't been able to bring the matter up with any of her girlfriends, as she felt far too shy about it yet. In the meantime, she'd like to see if there were different techniques, and if different females reacted to it differently. Now if only that fucking bald guy would move and let her see!

  The man fucking the female groaned loudly, and the rhythmic movement stopped. The female lowered her head, sobbing and whimpering. She was acting as if she hadn't liked any part of it at all, and maybe she hadn't. But she was going to be put through it at least two more times, and Alexa wanted to watch. It sounded as if the man who'd just fucked the female gave her ass a slap before he pulled out and got up, but if he had the female barely reacted. She heard the bald man tell him something, and then she saw the man walk away around the side of the sheds and disappear from her view. The second man quickly got into position behind her. The bald man finally moved aside, giving Alexa a perfect side-on view of the proceedings.

  “Damn, she's still tight!” the man exclaimed as he gripped the female by her hips and thrust his condom-sheathed cock up her ass. The female, hearing this, screeched and tried to toss her head. It sounded as if she was trying to say something, but the bit gag made any words she might be trying to say unintelligible. As the man pushed the last inch of his cock up into her, she arched her back again and wailed. When she did that, Alexa caught sight of one of her nipples: It was swollen and erect, sticking out noticeably. So maybe she wasn't hating this as much as she was acting that she did. The man pumped the female slowly and strongly at first. He seemed to enjoy the power he had over the bound and helpless female. He especially seemed to enjoy her struggling and complaining, as well as sliding his cock slowly and deliberately into and out of her. She moaned and whined, straining against the ropes that held her in place. None of it did her any good, but her assailant seemed to enjoy it very much. For a while, he took his time, clearly savoring the circumstances, but like any other man Alexa had ever known, eventually he became more concerned with getting himself off. He shifted his grip from the female's hips to her shoulders and began thrusting vigorously and powerfully. The female screamed, trying to raise her head again, but her handler kept it down.

  Alexa watched, fascinated and a little horrified. She could feel her own anus puckering up as she watched the brutal display, and wondered if any of the caged females were having the same reaction. One of them didn't seem to want to watch it at all. She was curled up at the very back of her cage, her back to the spectacle. But two of them were all but pressed up against the front of their cages, their fingers hooked through the metal mesh, watching avidly.

  The man came with an explosive grunt, his cock buried up to his balls in the female's ass. He kept one hand on her shoulder and gave her a couple of hard spanks before he finally withdrew. He was unsteady in getting to his feet. Alexa was starting to feel a little weak in the knees herself. As the second man wobbled away around the line of sheds the third one knelt down behind the female, stroking his erect and uncovered cock with one hand. Alexa debated staying to watch, but she didn't think she'd see anything new, and she'd already been crouching here, only partly concealed, for long enough. She backed away from the hedge and crept carefully through the cornfield, seeking the shelter of the woods on the far side. There were a couple of things that she needed to do now, and she'd prefer to do them in the shelter and privacy of the forest.

  Chapter Nine

  It was getting dark when Alexa woke. She lay quietly for a slow count of thirty, listening for any sounds that didn't belong. There weren't any. Nonetheless, she slowly and carefully pulled down the camouflage sheet she was under to take a look around before she sat up. She was alone.

  She'd only intended to take a short nap when she'd holed up here behind a fallen tree, but her internal clock must have been messed up by all her activities of the past few days. Well, it would probably stay messed up until she got back to civilization. There wasn't much she could do about that. She stood up and stretched, feeling a bit exposed, since she was not only outdoors but naked.

  It had been too warm under that sheet for her to sleep comfortably with her clothes on. She kept her bare feet on the camouflaged light blanket she'd spread out to lie on as she gathered up her clothes and got dressed. It didn't take long, and once she'd gotten her socks and boots back on she carefully rolled up the sheet and the blanket and stashed them in her backpack. That done, she took out a can of fruit in heavy syrup, opened it, and sat down to eat. She was hungry enough that the snack would do no more than take the edge off of her appetite, but the time it took her to eat it gave her time to sit and think. She'd originally planned to scout out the rest of The Farm in daylight, but now that was out of the question unless she wanted to hang around out here until next sunrise. The more she considered things, the more appealing checking out The Farm at night seemed. She hadn't seen any evidence of any high-tech security equipment anywhere. That didn't mean that she couldn't run afoul of some low-tech stuff, but if she was careful she should be all right.

  Once she'd decided on a night reconnaissance, she had to consider what to do with her backpack. She didn't think she'd be able to find it at night, and since there was no telling what she might run into she decided to bring it along with her. It didn't weigh all that much to begin with, and now it would be lighter by the weight of one small can of fruit salad. She buried the can in a small hole she dug under the fallen tree, shouldered her pack, and set out to see the sights. On a whim, she went back to where she'd seen the live scarecrow. The female wasn't there. Alexa slipped into the cornfield. It was still light enough for her to see where she was going, but visibility was dropping fast. By the time she got to the far side it was almost completely dark. There was a narrow dirt track just past the rows of corn, but no sheltering hedge on the far side of the track. She crouched down and looked around. She could see a barn not too far away, the narrow end towards her and the big double doors open. Electric lights illuminated the interior. She could see ordinary farm machinery and equipment inside, and two men working on the engine of a small tractor. They had their backs to her. She watched them for a while to see if they would turn around and look in her direction, but they seemed completely absorbed in whatever they were doing.

  Off to the left, and some little distance away, Alexa could see an old-fashioned two-story farmhouse, complete with a covered porch that appeared to wrap itself completely around the structure. There were lights on, on both floors. Past the farmhouse were some smaller outbuildings. From the look of things here, she'd found the actual farm part of The Farm. Nothing interesting was likely to be going on there. All the good stuff had to be going on off to her right somewhere. She waited for it to get a bit darker before she started off along the trail to her right. In a little while she came to the beginning of the overgrown hedge she'd sheltered behind earlier, and here she had to stop to think. She knew she hadn't seen all of the hedge, but what she had seen was practically impenetrable. If she kept it between her and the buildings she'd be hidden from sight, but the stuff she wa
nted to see would be just as hidden from her. There might be a place where she could slip through it somewhere up ahead, but then again there might not be, and as dark as it was getting even if there was one she might not see it.

  Finally, Alexa sighed and went to the other side of the hedge. It was in deep enough shadow that she thought she could remain unseen as long as she was careful. The drab clothes she was wearing helped to conceal her in the woods, and they were dark enough not to stand out too much. Moving slowly, she picked her way along the hedge. Off to her left she could see the line of sheds...no, it had to be a line of different sheds, because these were lower and wider and there wasn't any barn behind them. She paused, trying to see if there were any females caged up there. If there were, they weren't moving. Alexa kept going. Soon she came to the line of sheds that she'd seen earlier, but these all appeared to be empty. Did they take the females inside for the night? If they did, she'd have to find out where they took them to and then find a way to get in there unseen.

  Or she could just slip away into the night, but what fun would that be? Well, it would be more fun than getting caught, but that was a risk she was willing to take. Just thinking about it had her all keyed up already. She'd seen the inside of the slave market back in Gordburg, and knew what went on in there. Now she wanted to see what went on here. She moved along the hedge a little further and then risked a dash to the line of sheds. She seemed to be in luck. The shed at the end, the one she took cover in, was unoccupied. The cage within it sat empty, aside from what might be a couple of blankets bunched up in a corner and what was clearly a water bowl near the cage door. Alexa waited for a shout that might tell her that she'd been spotted, but there wasn't one. Maybe it had just never occurred to them here that a woman might try to sneak in.

  Getting close to the barn behind the sheds was easier than she'd expected. It was all shadows and gloom between that building and the sheds and soon she was at the barn. It looked and felt as if there should have been chinks in the rough plank wall that she could look through to see the inside, but every possible crack or crevice appeared to have something behind it completely blocking her view. She could hear faint noises coming from inside, though: Deep male voices that sounded like commands were mixed in with higher-pitched female wails of complaint or protest and an occasional yelp of pain. Alexa felt frustrated. She began looking around for a way into the barn, which was a sizeable structure, even if it was nowhere near as big as the vast and cavernous slave market back in Gordburg.

  She made her way slowly around the barn, groping for anything that might be a door or a window. What she finally found felt very much like a ladder right next to the big double doors at one end of the building. It also felt as if it was permanently attached to the side of the barn, which struck her as odd. But if there was a ladder here, that had to mean that somewhere up there was some kind of way into the barn. She started to climb, as quietly as she could, hoping that whatever opening there might be wasn't locked shut.

  It was still so dark that she got to the top of the ladder without seeing anything, so she began feeling around with one hand while she kept a tight grip on the ladder with the other. Eventually she found some sort of handle sticking out from the wall. It was a latch, not a doorknob. She lifted it slowly and then pulled. A small wooden door, invisible in the dark, swung open. The hinges creaked ever so faintly, but the noise was still enough to make Alexa cringe. She could see a dim light coming from inside. She waited, her heart pounding, to see if anyone had seen or heard what had happened. When there was no cry of alarm or challenge, she sought any handhold that she could use to get in through the doorway. She found a grip and gingerly eased herself off of the ladder and into the barn. She was high enough up so that a fall would certainly injure her, and she didn't want to end her adventure recuperating from a broken leg or arm. Once inside, she quietly pulled the door shut behind her and latched it. There was enough light for her to see that she was in a hayloft, complete with bales of hay stacked as high as her head, with a narrow passageway between them. Now she could more clearly hear those deep male and high-pitched female voices. It sounded as if something very interesting was going on, so she went looking for some place where she could see it.

  She had no experience with actual barns, and while the lower part of this one sounded as if it was given over to non-traditional barn activities, the upper part was stuffed with everything from bales of hay to sacks of grain to barrels of... well, she didn't know what might be in the barrels and she didn't really care. She just wanted to find a place where she could see what was going on below. At last she came to the source of the dim light up here. It was an open trapdoor. There was a block and tackle rig hanging from the rafters directly above it, and it was more than large enough to pass one of the hay bales through. She stretched out on the plank floor and peered cautiously over the edge. Some fifteen or twenty feet directly below her, she saw half a dozen females, each one on her hands and knees, being walked slowly around in a circle. Each one appeared to be collared, with leather cuffs buckled around their wrists and ankles. Each one also had her own handler holding her leash. All of the handlers were big, burly types, and each one of them held a riding crop in his free hand. If a female did something wrong, she got her ass smacked with it. Alexa watched, but couldn't tell what sorts of infractions the females might be committing. Maybe their handlers were just doing it because they felt like it. Sometimes they struck their females hard enough to make them yelp, sometimes they were no more than love taps, maybe just to keep the females on edge. It was an interesting scene, but only for the first couple of minutes. Alexa kept watching, trying to figure out the point of it all. But all that happened was that the females kept crawling around in a circle, urged on by their handlers. From her vantage point she couldn't see any of the females' faces, only their backs and legs. Which, she had to admit, looked pretty good. Two of them had especially attractive asses, even covered with red marks as they were.

  From time to time, Alexa could hear louder noises, mostly screams and shrieks, but she couldn't see where those were coming from. She moved around the trapdoor opening, trying to see other parts of the barn, and discovered that this barn was divided into at least two sections, with a high wall separating them. The problem was that most of the really interesting noises seemed to be coming from the other side of that wall. She set out to find a way to see into that section, reasoning that if there was one trapdoor up here there might be another one. There was, but it took her a while to find it. As neatly as everything was stacked and packed up here, the narrow passageways were a bewildering maze in the dim light. And when she found it was shut, not open. Really, really interesting noises were coming up from beneath it. Alexa just looked at the trapdoor for a moment. It didn't look as if it was locked or secured in any way, but she couldn't just open it. Someone down below would be bound to notice that. What to do?

  She crouched down and drew her sheath knife. That was another thing Will had taught her, to always carry a knife when outdoors. Will regarded a knife as more of a useful tool than a weapon, and now Alexa put it to use as a tool, sliding the heavy blade into the crack between the trapdoor and the hayloft floor. She slowly levered the trapdoor up until she could see what was going on if she laid down and put her eye close to the opening. Her first concern was whether or not anyone would notice what she was doing, but from what she could see no one had. There were three men down there, all tall and strong-looking, though none of them were as bulked up as the slabs of beef and bone she'd seen before. They had four females kneeling along a wall, naked, blindfolded and apparently with their hands secured behind them. Alexa couldn't be sure, but she thought that she recognized the four as the females she'd seen at End. Whether they were or not, they all seemed apprehensive. She slid the blade in a little further and levered the trapdoor up a little more. The damn door was heavy, and she had to press down hard on the hilt of her knife. It left her in a position that wasn't very comfortable, but at least s
he now had a better view. She watched as two of the men took one of the females, helped her to her feet and made her stand with her back to the wall she'd been leaning against, but five or six feet away from it. The third moved off somewhere out of sight. Alexa wondered what he was doing until she heard a peculiar clacking sound. One of the men holding the female in place looked up, and for a moment Alexa feared that she would be discovered, but he was looking in the wrong direction, and focused on something above his head anyway. Alexa saw a blunt metal hook descending at the end of a chain. The man reached up and caught it. When it was down about to the level of his chin, the clacking noise stopped. Alexa watched as the men pulled the female's fettered wrists up behind her, making her bend over forward, and attach them to the hook. The female whined and protested, but all she got out of it, judging by the brief clacking noise that Alexa heard again, was a miniscule adjustment to the height of the hook, so small that Alexa couldn't tell if it had been an upward or downward adjustment. The female writhed and squirmed, making high-pitched noises of complaint and discomfort. The men ignored her as they proceeded to do the same to the other three females, none of whom seemed to be eager to experience whatever the first one was. It didn't make any difference, and eventually all four of them were standing in a line, bent forward, their arms raised up behind them. They kept shifting their feet, trying to straighten up and giving up on it after only a moment. The men moved among them, fondling, squeezing, stroking and spanking, provoking louder noises of complaint and even a little begging, all of which was ignored.

  Alexa had begun to wonder if that was all that was going to happen, and then one of the men attached a clamp, with a small weight dangling from it, to the nipple of the first female. She shrieked and tried to shake it off. When another clamp and weight was attached to her other nipple she quit trying and just stood there keening.