The Novice Prey & the Daring Prey

by S. J. Lewis

“Yes, I am,” Alexa replied.

  “Let's try this again,” Mike said with a sigh. “Are you hungry, female?”

  “Oh! Yes, Master,” Alexa said demurely as she turned her head away from him. There was a lot to the whole Master-slave thing, and even then most of those relationships were customized to suit the people in them. She wasn't looking for a permanent Master, and she didn't think that Mike was looking for a full-time slave, but while they were here in Gordburg she could enjoy the role-playing. And the sex.

  “All right,” Mike said. “Wait here for me. I'll be back shortly.” With that he turned and left, not just Alexa's stall but the barn. She couldn't see where he had gone, but then Will came in, leading Martina by her chain leash. At first glance, the blonde appeared to be sleepy. As the pair came closer, though, Alexa realized that instead she was powerfully aroused. Her hair looked to be dry, and well-brushed, and Alexa wondered if having her hair brushed had some kind of erotically stimulating effect on Martina. Maybe it did, or maybe it did only under very special circumstances. Will led Martina into her stall, shut the low door – it was more of a gate, actually – and shortly afterwards the two of them sank from Alexa's sight behind the solid plank partition wall that separated the stalls.

  Mike came back. He had a styrofoam food carry-out container in one hand and a bottle of wine, with one glass, in the other. He put it all down on the quilt in front of Alexa and opened the container. The smell of a freshly-cooked cheeseburger with a side of fries made Alexa's mouth water. Her first instinct was to grab for it, but waited to see what Mike's rules were. He didn't say anything, but he used a plastic knife to cut a bite-sized piece out of the cheeseburger, which he then offered to Alexa. She leaned forward and opened her mouth for it, even though her initial impulse was to snap it up like a starving tiger, possibly taking one or more of Mike's fingers with it. He gently put the morsel into her mouth and watched as she ate it.

  Having her hair brushed might have done it for Martina, but Alexa thought she had never, ever, experienced anything as pleasurable as the taste of that cheeseburger. There was no ketchup or mustard or mayonnaise on it, but as the juices from the meat hit her tongue she closed her eyes and let out a tiny moan of sheer pleasure. After so long eating processed, preserved or scrounged food out in the woods, the taste of the fresh beef, melted cheese, and toasted bun was heavenly. She ate that bite, and every succeeding bite that Mike carefully cut and handed to her. He interspersed the bits of cheeseburger with fries, and those were as perfect as the cheeseburger in their own way.

  In a very little while, the food was gone and Alexa was feeling very, very contented. Mike set the takeout container aside and uncorked the wine. It was a red wine, and they shared half of the bottle between them, Mike holding the glass to Alexa's lips from time to time so that she could take a sip. She thought that it was all very romantic in a truly strange way, and by the time he recorked the wine bottle and set it aside along with the glass she was ready to do anything – almost anything – that Mike wanted. When he pulled a pair of handcuffs from a pants pocket and held them up for her to see, she twisted around and put her hands behind her back so that he could cuff her. She was confused at first when he then stretched out on his back on the quilt and unzipped his pants.

  He pulled his cock out. At first Alexa thought that he wanted her to ride him again as she had in that creaking bed in that little upstairs room so many days ago. But he didn't seem to be completely erect, and the unspoken rules of this little game they were playing required her to wait for an instruction or an order from him.

  “Suck it,” he ordered. Alexa knee-walked into a better position next to him, bent over, leaned forward, and took him into her mouth with a tiny moan. She could smell a faint trace of male musk, but otherwise he smelled as if he'd recently showered himself. She took him in as deeply as she could, then pulled back slowly, feeling his cock sliding out between her lips. Then she took him in again, just as deeply. She could feel him getting harder and longer as she sucked. She didn't know if he wanted to come in her mouth, but if he did she would accept it, and even swallow it all. It was the least she could do to show her thanks to him for rescuing her from further use and abuse at the six hard, rough hands of the Andersons. And for the shower. And for the wine. And especially for that cheeseburger.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Alexa stirred. She didn't feel the solid warmth of Mike's body against hers, and, still half asleep, she reached out for him. Her groping hand touched nothing but air, and she opened her eyes to look for him.

  He wasn't there. She was alone in her stall. The doors at both ends of the barn were open. A slight breeze was blowing through the building, and it felt like early morning. She saw some people wander past her stall, slowing a bit as they looked in at her. Aside from a lone older woman, they were casually-dressed young couples, probably taking a tour of End for tips on how to spice up their sex lives.

  Alexa sat up and stretched. For the first time in a while, she felt well-rested and well-fed, though not so well-fed that she would turn down breakfast if it was offered to her. Her beautiful new collar was still there around her neck, and as she began to move she saw that there was a heavy chain padlocked to it. The other end of the chain was also padlocked, to a bracket set in the back wall of her stall. It was just a bit too short to let her reach the front of her stall, but she hadn't planned on going anywhere anyway.

  On a whim, she crawled over to the low wall separating her from Martina and peered over it. Martina was still asleep, curled up on her side with her back towards Alexa. Her long blonde hair had been gathered into a ponytail. There was no sign of Will, but there seemed to be a couple of new red marks across Martina's ass. Alexa smirked and went back to her comfortable quilt. She didn't know if Martina had done something to warrant a whipping or Will had just done it because he felt like it, and she didn't really care.

  There wasn't a lot for her to do here in her stall. For a while it was enough for her to just lie there and not wonder or worry about anything, but that didn't suit her for very long. She got up and began running through the daily exercise routine she kept to back at home. Some of the gawkers who came into the barn stopped to watch her. She didn't mind that at all, but there were some parts of her routine that she just wasn't going to try without some sort of support for her breasts. Time and gravity would have their way with them soon enough. She wanted to keep them just as perky and firm as they were now for as long as she could. Once she was done, she laid back down on her quilt. Her audience gradually lost interest and wandered away, but new people kept wandering through.

  She heard noises coming from Martina's stall, so she roused herself to peek over the low wall again. Martina was awake now, pulling at the chain that connected her collar to the back wall of her stall. She didn't notice Alexa watching her until she gave up on it and happened to look in Alexa's direction. She just looked at Alexa without saying anything, so Alexa smiled at her and didn't say anything. Martina turned away without smiling back, and Alexa returned to her quilt with a tiny chuckle. There was no love lost between her and Martina.

  After a while, a proctor came by and entered Alexa's stall. She was somewhere in her mid-thirties, kind of plain, but with beautiful big dark eyes and mouse-brown hair done up in the usual severe bun. Alexa didn't recognize her.

  “Hello,” the woman said with a smile. “I'm Natalie. You're Alexa Marx, aren't you?”

  “Yes, I am,” Alexa nodded. She smiled back.

  “I'd heard about you,” Natalie said as she crouched down. “There were a lot of men after you, you know, and since this was the last place you'd been seen they all started hunting for you from here. Are you all right?”

  Alexa looked down at the heavy chain dangling from her collar and then back up at Natalie. “Well, yes,” she said. “I'm just another female now, but I did break the old record, didn't I?”

  Natalie laughed. She had a nice laugh, full and throaty. “I'd heard that that's what you were
trying to do,” she said. “And yes, you did set a new record. I'm afraid that we don't award any prizes for that, though.”

  “That's okay,” Alexa waved a hand. “I did it for myself. I didn't even know there was a record to break until I came here last year. Then after I got caught someone told me that I'd beaten the previous 'unofficial' record, but hadn't quite beaten the official one. It gave me an excuse to come back.”

  “Did you need an excuse?”

  “Let's just say it helped me to make up my mind,” Alexa said. “And now, here I am, just another naked female.”

  “You're hardly that,” Natalie smiled. She stood back up, straightening her long black dress. “I have to go now. I just wanted to meet you and wish you luck with the rest of your stay.”

  “Thanks,” Alexa nodded. Luck? She thought to herself as Natalie exited her stall and went over to Martina's. What could luck possibly have to do with the rest of her stay? She thought about trying to overhear whatever conversation Natalie might have with Martina and decided not to.

  Sometime later, after Natalie had left the barn, Mike arrived with another one of those styrofoam take-out boxes. Alexa scrambled up onto her knees eagerly. He probably wasn't bringing her another cheeseburger, but she was suddenly hungry and eager to see what he had brought.

  Mike entered her stall. He put the container down on the floor, took out a pair of handcuffs and held them up so that she could see them. Alexa promptly straightened up and put her hands behind her. She held still as he ratcheted the cuffs around her wrists. They felt heavy, cold and heavy, and that gave her a little thrill. All the same, when he picked up the takeout container and opened it, she forgot all about them. She raised herself up on her knees to see what was in it that could be giving off such a delicious aroma. It looked like scrambled eggs, link sausages cooked crisp, and toast.

  “I'm going to feed you,” Mike said as he settled down beside her. “I was thinking of making you say 'please' and 'thank you' before and after each bite, but if I did that your breakfast would be cold long before we're done.” He took out the white plastic spoon that had been sitting in the container and shoveled up a bit of the scrambled eggs. Alexa opened her mouth eagerly for it. When she first tasted it, she realized that there was some kind of cheese mixed in with the eggs.

  He fed her the eggs with a spoon, but the sausages and toast were another matter. He would break off a small piece of one or the other and hold it out to her in the palm of his hand. She would have to take it up as if she were some pet being hand fed. At first she was hesitant, especially since people, most of them men, would stop to watch for a while, but after the first few morsels she turned it into a sexy little game, not just delicately picking the food up with her teeth but sometimes licking his palm as well. He didn't seem to mind that at all, so she kept doing it. She was sure that it was getting him horny. It was certainly getting her worked up a little as she wondered what else he might have in mind for the rest of the day.

  Breakfast was over all too soon. As Mike took the handcuffs off of her, Alexa realized that there were a number of men standing just outside her stall. Apparently they'd been watching her for a while, but she'd been so focused on Mike and her breakfast that she hadn't really noticed them.

  “Is that her?” one of the men asked. They all looked to be about the same age, all dressed casually. What made the speaker stand out was his short, glossy black beard. It came to a bit of a point, and that, combined with his intense blue eyes, made Alexa think of the Devil. She looked at the man for a moment, but then just had to look away. As she did, Mike clipped a leash to her collar.

  “Yes, indeed, this is her,” Mike said. “And her name is Alexa. Stand back, would you all? I'm going to give her a little exercise.”

  The men stood back as Mike opened the gate to the stall and began to lead Alexa out. She stayed on her hands and knees because that seemed to be what Mike wanted. He hadn't told her to stand up. She crawled out of her stall and into the open area between the rows of stalls to either side of the barn. The floor here was old planking, with stray bits of straw and sand scattered around.

  Mike led her towards the entrance, then stopped her well short of it and made her turn around. He didn't say a word, just led her by her leash. Alexa followed, even when he led her around in circles in the middle of the barn. She didn't look up, but the whole time she was acutely aware of all those male eyes watching her every move. It had been exciting last year being the object of so much attention while she was penned up in a cage. This was different. It was still exciting, but there was a sharp edge to it, because as long as there had been bars to keep her in, they had also kept men out. Now she felt singularly vulnerable, even a little uncomfortable. But she was still excited.

  “Great ass,” one of the men commented. “Tits are a little small for my taste, though.”

  'Someone's always got to be a critic,' Alexa thought to herself as she kept her eyes fixed on the floor. 'How would you like it if it was you on the end of a leash and I told everybody that your dick was a little small for my taste?'

  “She could walk or run you into the ground,” Mike responded. “Show some respect.”

  “Eh,” the critic said. Alexa could easily picture him shrugging at the rebuke, even though he was somewhere behind her and she couldn't actually see him. “What's with the real short hair, anyway?”

  “Think of it as her trademark,” Alexa heard Mike reply. “You see that short hair and you know that this is Alexa, and nobody else.” The way Mike said her name gave Alexa a funny little tingle. She'd been wondering if after this adventure she might get a nickname, like Elf-Girl had, but hadn't been able to think of one. Maybe she didn't need one after all. Just plain 'Alexa' had a nice ring to it, at least the way Mike had said it.

  “Any idea where she's been all this time?” another man asked.

  “No,” Alexa heard Mike reply. “I don't really care, though. What matters is that she's here now, and on the end of my leash.” He gave the leash a brief tug. “And I think she's just about perfect for my taste.”

  Alexa knew that being on all fours as she was anyone standing behind her would have an unobstructed view of her pussy. It didn't bother her. She was a captive female now. Being put on display was part of the package, and if that's what Mike wanted that's what he'd get. She was actually looking forward to finding out what else he might want, especially since he seemed to be getting advice from Will, who knew where almost all of her buttons were and just how to push them. Running free and doing what she could to tempt and tantalize her pursuers had been fun. Now she was a captive, everything was out of her hands, and it was a different kind of fun.

  “Come on, Alexa,” Mike said as he pulled gently but firmly on her leash. “Back into your stall for now.” She obediently followed him back, and held quite still as he unclipped the leash from her collar. She could see that most of the men who had been watching her were still watching from just outside her stall. There was just something about a completely submissive female that fascinated most men, even when they knew they would never get to lay hands on her. Given the reputation she'd gone to such lengths to establish for herself, she had to be even more fascinating.

  “Rest now,” Mike said to her as he patted her ass gently. She was still a bit tender there, so she favored him with a wince and a faint moan.

  “I'll be back a bit later,” he said to her as he left, shutting and latching the stall door. Alexa made a small production of getting into a comfortable position, largely for the benefit of her audience. Knowing that she was being observed, and fantasized about, kept her at a low simmer, not fully aroused but certainly what she'd heard described as 'pointy'. And the fact was that without the stimulation provided by male onlookers, the life of a female captive could be quite boring, with nothing to do but wait for her master to come to her. Multiple masters could cut down on the amount of nothing-to-do time, but her experience with the Andersons had been more than enough to last her for a while.<
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  She dozed, only to be woken by the sounds of spanking and yelping coming from Martina's stall next door. From the sounds of it, Will was giving his tall blonde captive a very thorough going-over, the better to insure her obedience. After a moment, Alexa settled back on her blanket, closed her eyes, and smiled as she listened to what had to be Martina's training. It sounded a bit painful, but it didn't sound as if Martina was seriously objecting to any part of it.

  “Wake up, female.” Someone was shaking her none too gently by her shoulder. Alexa came awake slowly and with difficulty. All that time running around out in the woods had really screwed up her internal clock. She'd been getting enough sleep, or so she'd thought, but it clearly was going to take her a while to get back into anything resembling a regular routine.

  “Still sleepy?” Mike asked as he smiled down at her. She yawned and nodded.

  “After we're done you can go back to sleep for a while,” he said.

  Alexa's mind was still fuzzy, and she didn't know what he meant by that. She supposed it would have something to do with sex, and she certainly felt rested enough for that. She looked around quickly and saw that it looked like early evening outside. There weren't any men standing around in the barn, just a lone proctor who she didn't recognize, an older woman with light brown hair. So there wasn't going to be an audience for whatever Mike had in mind, which implied some sort of sexual encounter, but he really wouldn't need to have a proctor around for that, would he?

  “Hands and knees, female,” Mike ordered. Alexa obeyed, holding still while he clipped a leash to her collar. It took her a moment to recognize that it was one of those stick-leashes she'd seen elsewhere, but before she could ask why Mike was using it, he was kneeling alongside her and wedging a thick bit gag between her teeth. She didn't resist... well, not much, but she knew that bit gags were used some times to keep females from biting their tongues, and that was usually a danger only when something painful was on the menu. The only thing she could think of that might be painful enough for her to need a bit gag was anal sex. But then again, a bit gag was sometimes used simply so that a female would drool, so all she could be sure of was that Mike wasn't after oral sex at the moment. She held still as he cinched the gag a bit more tightly in place before buckling it. Then he stood up and used the leash to make Alexa pose with her side towards the gate of her stall.