The Novice Prey & the Daring Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  “She's ready,” she heard him call out.

  “Be right there,” Will called back. “Get along there, female,” Alexa heard him say, probably to Martina. Now her curiosity was piqued. What had Mike and Will cooked up? Her first thought was that they would want her and Martina to do something together. Then the gate to her stall swung open and Will entered, leading Martina along on her hands and knees, collared, leashed and bit-gagged just as Alexa was. Her hair had been fashioned into a loose braid and coiled up on top of her head like a crown. Alexa noticed that only briefly, because it was the one other thing that Martina was wearing that grabbed her attention. It was a strap-on, held in place by a thick black leather strap cinched tightly around her waist and another thick black leather strap splitting her crotch. It looked a lot like the one Alexa had been made to wear last year as she'd fucked Martina and Naomi from behind as they stood imprisoned in heavy wooden stocks. She'd have done the same to Lynette that night if the bitch hadn't bailed out of the situation, the competition and Gordburg rather than suffer the indignity. Now it looked as if Martina was going to get some payback for last year. If the strap-on she was wearing was anything like the one Alexa had worn last year, the bright red plastic penis had some sort of vibrating mechanism, and the crotch strap also held a small but powerful vibrator up inside Martina's pussy. But then Alexa noticed that the business end of the strap-on wasn't all that thick, and it was only about four inches long. She looked into Martina's eyes, saw a nasty, triumphant glint in them, and suddenly knew that the strap-on was intended for her ass! She started to sidle away from Martina as the tall blonde drew nearer, but Mike checked her sharply with the leash.

  “Keep still, female,” he ordered. Alexa shuddered and whined. Having Martina mount her and ream out her ass would be humiliating almost beyond endurance, but bailing out as Lynette had would be even worse. She realized that she'd been mousetrapped. And, since there was absolutely zero chance that she'd try to avoid what was coming by chickening out in front of Martina she would just have to arch her back, grit her teeth, and endure the humiliation. Maybe she'd get a chance to pay Martina back later. She really, really hoped that she would.

  Mike kept a tight grip on her leash as Martina crept up behind her and slowly began to mount her, rubbing her body against Alexa's, starting at her ass and working her way slowly up Alexa's back. She kept making happy little purring noises the whole time. That was really annoying, and it took all of Alexa's willpower to keep from trying to turn around and belt the blonde right in her mouth. Then Martina was in exactly the right position, and she stopped while Will took care of some last-minute lubricating and positioning of the dildo. Alexa couldn't help letting out a tiny, high-pitched yelp as the blunt tip of it came into contact with her anus. Whatever the lubricant was, it felt just a little bit chilly, as if Will had been keeping it refrigerated until just a little while ago. She felt it slide in the first inch or so and realized that it wasn't as smooth and even as it seemed, but had a series of small bulges all along its length. Martina slowly, slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly slid it up into Alexa's ass. When she finally came to a stop, her hips up against Alexa's, she began nuzzling at Alexa's neck and briefly and gently seized an earlobe in her teeth. Alexa shivered. Any minute now she was sure that the vibrating would begin, and in the meantime that chilly lubricant was warming up now that it was inside of her. It would get warmer still, she knew. Will had used it on her before. Martina began a slow, steady thrusting, accompanying her movements with soft moans.

  Alexa had just about decided that this strap-on didn't have a vibrating feature to it after all when she discovered that it truly did. She jerked and squealed as it kicked in, and so did Martina. It must have surprised her, because for a long moment all that the blonde could do was drape herself over Alexa, letting her take all of her weight, while she shivered and shuddered and moaned and quivered and moaned some more.

  “Get back to work, female!” Alexa heard Will say sternly, and there was the sound of something hard smacking something soft. Martina jerked and yelped and then began fucking Alexa's tender round ass vigorously. Now it was Alexa's turn to lose control. The lubricant was tingling almost painfully now, and those damned vibrations were getting right through to her pussy. She clenched her teeth and groaned.

  'This could go on for a bit longer,' she thought. Aside from the humiliation factor, it wasn't that bad. The vibrations kicked up in strength and she groaned again. Now Martina was clinging to her tightly. She was still thrusting away, but couldn't seem to keep to any regular rhythm. She couldn't seem to support all of her own weight either, and finally Alexa had to drop down onto her elbows because her arms were getting too tired. Now both females were a tangled, quivering, noisy mess and yet the vibrating and the tingling went on. Once or twice Alexa tried and failed to throw Martina off of her. In spite of everything, Martina always seemed to have just enough presence of mind and just enough strength to remain draped over Alexa's back. When Alexa tried for one last time to get free of her, Martina grabbed her breasts and squeezed and wouldn't let go. Alexa hunkered down, braced herself and closed her eyes.

  Finally, Martina shuddered violently. She let out a sound that was a weird mix of a moan, a squeal and a howl right into Alexa's ear, making it ring. She gripped Alexa convulsively and painfully, shuddered a couple of more times, and then went limp, panting and gasping. Now Alexa was able to get out from under her and move away. That got the nasty little vibrator out of her ass, but the tingling from the lubricant remained, and there was a familiar stinging sensation in her sphincter now that there wasn't anything stretching it any more. Alexa crawled a little further away from Martina, who was still quivering and quaking and sounding as if she was dying some slow and painful death. Apparently Will hadn't turned the vibrating parts off yet. Alexa herself felt weak and shaky, and terribly aroused as well. Mike used the stick leash to force her head down onto the floor. He pushed her legs further apart with his foot, and then she felt him kneel down behind her. She didn't know if he wanted her pussy or her ass, but she knew what she wanted. She twisted around onto her back, hampered by the snug fit of her collar, and spread her legs as wide as she was able.

  “Please, Master!” she begged, holding her arms wide. “Please! I need you!”

  It was completely true. Alexa felt desperately aroused now. If Mike insisted on taking her from behind, she would comply, but she very much wanted to be on her back with him on top of her, his weight and strength holding her down, his cock filling that slick and hungry space between her legs. She wanted that as she had wanted few things before in her life, not least because it would make it easier for her to ignore the tingling, stinging, almost burning sensations coming from next door. Mike just looked at her for a moment. His pants were already unzipped and down, his cock already hard. Alexa resisted a sudden urge to grab it and pull it towards her pussy. Instead she raised her hips and reached out for him. Mike smiled then, and covered her. He was big and heavy, his clothes were scratchy against her bare skin, and the stubbly beard he'd been cultivating felt almost like sandpaper on her face, but all of that simply added to Alexa's excitement. When she felt his cock pushing into her, she shut her eyes, clenched her teeth, and hissed at the intensity of the pleasure she felt, mixed as it was with small pains.

  She tried to put her arms around him, but he pried them loose and pinned her down by her wrists. He couldn't do much about her wrapping her legs around him, though, so she did that and tried to pull him closer, deeper, deeper. She could hear Martina still moaning softly somewhere nearby, but that was no more than a mild distraction, easily ignored as Mike began plowing into her with powerful thrusts that made her whole body quiver. She cried out and made one last effort to put her arms around him, but he was too strong. She cried out again. And again. And again.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The sound of heavy rain pounding on the roof of the barn woke her. Alexa stirred and opened her eyes. The barn lights were dimmed, and the d
oors were shut tight. The weather front that had brought the rain had also brought much cooler air, too cool for the comfort of naked females, even indoors. As it was, she was grateful for the warmth of Martina's body against her back. The barn was full of females now, driven indoors by the chilly air, and in order to make room for them she and Martina had to double up. There was some sort of rule against females using blankets to cover themselves. Instead, more hay had been provided so that they could make a sort of nest with it and line it with their blankets. With the doors shut it wasn't too bad. She snuggled a little closer to Martina and sighed, waiting for sleep to return. The barn was quiet, except for the sound of the rain on the roof. There were no clocks in here, but to Alexa it felt like three AM.

  After a while, it became clear that sleep wasn't going to return any time soon. Back at home in the city she might get up, make some tea and watch cable television for a while until she felt sleepy. She couldn't do any of those things here. All she could do was lie awake with her thoughts.

  In a neighboring stall, a female stirred and murmured in her sleep. Alexa kept her body still, but she couldn't do the same with her mind. There were just too many questions, and too many things seemed to be too convenient to be explained by coincidence. How had Martina known that she'd come back to Gordburg? Maybe she had someone here who informed her about it. But then, how had Martina hooked up with the Andersons? How could she have known that those three brothers were after Alexa, when Alexa herself hadn't been aware of it until she ran into them? How had Will known that Martina, his first choice of prey in the contest last year, had come back to Gordburg? Well, he probably had some informants of his own, and had clearly wanted a second shot at bagging the tall blonde volleyball player. Now he had her, and whatever he'd done to her so far had rendered her a more than willing submissive. Martina would apparently do whatever he told her to. Alexa could understand that. Will had a way with females. She knew about that first hand. But then, how had Will and Mike hooked up? It was clear that Will was giving Mike some lessons on how to treat and train a female, and she didn't mind that at all, but she still wondered. She also wondered if she'd have a shot at payback for what Martina had done to her just this past evening, even if it had been done at Will's direction. Her breasts were still a little sore from Martina's rough handling, and her anus still stung from that devilish strap-on vibrator. If she did get a shot at payback, Alexa hoped that it would be in front of an audience.

  There were so many questions, and the answers all seemed to be elusive. Maybe she should just shrug them all off and settle for telling herself that this was Gordburg, and things were different here. Except that that didn't quite satisfy her curiosity. She sighed and turned to thinking about what she might do to Martina if she got the chance. It was a pleasant exercise, but it wasn't going to help her get to sleep, not with Martina, naked and collared, so close to her.

  After a little while, Alexa turned over to face Martina. The blonde was asleep. Besides the collar, Will had added matching leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Beyond her collar, Alexa sported no such accessories. The cuffs had shiny metal rings set in them, suitable for ropes or chains, but there weren't any ropes or chains available here in the stall.

  Oh, wait. Yes, there were chains available, but they were padlocked to brackets on the back wall of the stall. They had clips on the free ends that were used to attach to their collars. Still, a clip was a clip. Alexa stealthily disengaged herself from her companion, got hold of one of the lengths of chain and carefully clipped it to the big D-ring on Martina's collar. They were close enough to the back of the stall that there was still plenty of slack in the chain. Martina stirred and murmured something, but didn't wake up. Encouraged, Alexa went on to the next step, getting the end of the other chain and connecting it to one of Martina's wrist cuffs. That was easy enough, but she wanted to have both of the wrist cuffs clipped together, and that looked like it would be a bit of a problem, as Martina was lying on her side, with that arm under her. Alexa dithered about what to do. Martina was taller than she was, and just as strong, so winning any kind of physical struggle with her was an iffy proposition at best. She decided that she should move quickly.

  Pushing Martina over onto her belly wasn't too difficult. Alexa straddled the blonde, using her weight to help hold her down, and grabbed her free wrist, pulling it back so that she could clip it to the ring in the cuff. It worked wonderfully well. Martina had barely begun to wake up before her wrists were secured behind her. Alexa got off of her, anticipating a struggle, and crouched nearby on her hands and knees, waiting to see what would happen.

  What happened was something of a disappointment. Martina awoke, felt her wrists secured behind her, and turned her head back to see why, twisting her hands up for a better look. Then she looked around, probably for Will, since her gaze swept right past Alexa twice. When she didn't see him, or anyone else in the stall besides Alexa, she settled back on her side. She didn't seem at all angry or upset.

  “You did this,” she said quietly to Alexa. It wasn't a question.

  “Yes,” Alexa replied, nodding. Martina seemed to be on the point of smiling.

  “All right,” she said, still calmly. “Now what?”

  Alexa wasn't sure if she should feel disappointed or not. She'd had herself all keyed up for a lot of struggling and yelling, but Martina seemed eerily calm about the whole situation.

  “What?” she asked. Wary that this might be some sort of trap, she stayed where she was, watching Martina closely.

  The blonde laughed. “You mean you went to all the trouble of chaining me up in my sleep and didn't have any kind of plan for what you'd do with me afterwards?”

  “No, not really,” Alexa admitted, feeling foolish.

  “Aren't you still angry with me for what I did to you earlier?” Martina asked with a smirk. “Fucking that tight little asshole of yours and making you squeal while people watched?” She made a couple of slow, suggestive pelvic thrusts as she laid on her side.

  “I squealed?” Alexa felt completely confused. She was pretty sure that she'd done some squealing while Martina had been buggering her with that devilish strap-on. She'd made a lot of noises, and some of them could probably be called squeals. But why was Martina taunting her about it?

  “Like a little piggy.” Martina's smirk became a nasty, toothy smile. “I did it because my master ordered me to, but I really, really liked it!” She arched her back suggestively. “And now you've got me all helpless and you can't think of a single thing you'd like to do to me to get some revenge for all that?”

  Intrigued, Alexa crept closer to Martina, who lay still. For a moment, neither female moved, and then Alexa crept a little closer. This might be Gordburg, where things were different, but it was very difficult for her to reconcile this Martina with the one who had joined up with the Andersons to hunt her. What could have caused such a transformation? Had such a transformation actually taken place, or did Martina have some devious scheme in mind?

  But then again... this was Gordburg, and things were different here. Was it possible that Martina as a captive, naked female, was a different Martina than the one she knew? Alexa looked over the blonde's body, all that sweet, toned, bare flesh, those incredible long legs, those strong hips, that narrow waist and those full, round breasts... and those vulnerable-looking puffy nipples. Alexa slowly reached out and took one of those tempting nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Aside from bending her head so she could watch Alexa's hand, Martina didn't move or say anything. She did move, and she made a sound, tilting her head back and closing her eyes with a hissing intake of breath as Alexa pinched hard. Since Alexa had been expecting some cry of pain or protest, and an attempt on Martina's part to squirm away, the actual reaction was somewhat disappointing. So, Alexa pinched harder and applied some twist. Now Martina cried out, but it was more a moan than a yelp of pain. And Martina moved, but she moved by arching her back, thrusting her breasts closer to Alexa, as if offering t
hem both up for further abuse. Alexa twisted a little bit more, but couldn't bring herself to make it really painful, partly because she suspected that Martina might enjoy it. After a moment, listening to the blonde's soft moans, Alexa let go. She knew from her own experience how much Will liked occasional nipple torture. Based on Martina's reactions, he was going to have a lot of fun with her.

  It was frustrating. What she really wanted to do was make Martina beg for mercy, but that didn't seem to be a likely outcome. She could spank the bitch, but that would probably have the same result as pinching and twisting her nipple had.

  Martina straightened out and smirked up at Alexa. She didn't say anything, but that smug, satisfied expression was infuriating. Alexa had a sudden urge to slap her, but held back as she realized that this was a competition, something like the one between them last year after they'd been put on display naked in adjacent cages and each of them vied to attract more attention than the other. Just like last year, she couldn't beat Martina at Martina's game, whatever it was, any more than she could beat the tall blonde at volleyball. She would have to think of something else.

  A gust of wind struck the barn, rattling the doors and sending a puff of cool air into the stall. It was just chilly enough to make Alexa shiver, and it also gave her an idea. She stretched out on her side in front of Martina and then snuggled close to her, putting her arm around the blonde's waist, pulling them close together, warm female flesh pressing up against warm female flesh. The feeling gave her a nasty little thrill, and the fact that it felt nasty made it all the more exciting.