The Novice Prey & the Daring Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  “What are you doing?” Martina asked in a harsh whisper.

  “Hush,” Alexa replied, their noses almost touching. “I'm cold. I want to get warm.” She reached up and put her hand on the back of Martina's head before she kissed her.

  Now Martina tried to pull away, but chained up as she was she couldn't break free of Alexa's grip. Alexa tried to thrust her tongue into Martina's mouth, but she couldn't get past Martina's clenched teeth. She couldn't help giggling a little: She'd found a way to make Martina uncomfortable. Next she tried to thrust her knee between Martina's long, strong thighs, but Martina kept her legs together.

  “Relax, love,” Alexa breathed into the blonde's ear. “We're in Gordburg.” And then she took her hand off of the back of Martina's head so that she could better hold her close while she kissed and licked Martina's gorgeous tits. Martina writhed and made small complaining noises, but Alexa wouldn't let her go or stop what she was doing. When she took the nipple she had twisted earlier into her mouth and began to suck on it, Martina's struggles increased, but she still couldn't shake Alexa off. Alexa took advantage of the distraction to force her knee between Martina's thighs.

  Martina tried to squirm away, but the confines of their warm little nest in the hay kept her from getting far, and Alexa clung to her tightly, switching her mouth and her attentions to Martina's other nipple, sucking on it, swirling her tongue around and around it and finally nipping it gently with her teeth. Martina writhed and moaned in her grip. It sounded as if she was beginning to enjoy it in spite of herself, and was trying to fight that feeling. Alexa brought her leg up to press her thigh against Martina's pussy. It felt warm, warmer than the silky skin of the blonde's inner thighs. Martina groaned. She didn't try to pull away now, but her back was up against the side of their nest and there was no place she could go anyway. There was always the chance that she might try to stand up and shake Alexa off of her, but Alexa held her so closely and so strongly that there was no chance that the attempt could succeed.

  This was fun. Alexa went back to teasing Martina's nipples with her mouth, tongue and teeth, enjoying the blonde's weakening reactions. She was working up the nerve to put her hand between Martina's legs and seeing what kind of response that got, especially when she slipped a finger or two or three up inside.

  “No...” Martina moaned as Alexa began licking her breasts. “No, please...”

  One of the different things about Gordburg was that 'no' didn't mean 'no'. There were key words, known to everybody who came here, that meant 'no', or 'Hell, no!', but Martina hadn't used them, and unless and until she did Alexa had no intention of showing her any mercy at all. If Martina actually used a key word, she'd stop, of course, but that would mean that she had won. And if Martina never used one, Alexa would make the bitch come, and that way she would still win. It was just a matter of her being able to work up the nerve to put her hand first on, and then in, Martina's pussy. For now, she warmed up for that step by fondling Martina's tits. There had always been some catty speculation that Martina had augmented them, as nothing natural could look so damned near perfect. Alexa now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Martina's big, round boobs had nothing artificial about them at all. And it seemed that all of that taut, firm, and yet yielding flesh was wonderfully sensitive. Alexa played with them, fascinated not only by the texture and the weight of them, but by the responses she was getting out of the tall blonde while she was licking and lifting and fondling and squeezing. She could better understand now why men found big breasts so fascinating. She had become so distracted by them that she'd almost forgotten her earlier resolve to make Martina come. She had plenty of experience getting herself off. The same basic techniques ought to work just as well on Martina.

  “See, I told you that if we left them together for a while they'd become friends.”

  Will's voice was so close behind her that Alexa yelped in surprise and stopped molesting Martina. She twisted around so that she was facing him, and saw Mike standing alongside him, smiling knowingly down at her. Will was holding a large, bulging cloth bag that seemed to have something heavy in it.

  “I thought she wasn't into girls at all,” Mike commented. Alexa felt her cheeks reddening.

  “Girls, no,” Will replied. “But these are two females sharing a stall in Gordburg.” He leaned over to see why Martina's hands were still behind her back. “Yours seems to have gotten the drop on mine this time 'round.” He looked at Alexa. “What exactly were you plannin' to do here tonight?”

  Alexa opened her mouth to answer, but she couldn't find the words... or any words, for that matter. Will seemed to find it amusing.

  “What do you think?” he asked Mike. “Should we have her go on with what she was goin' to do?”

  “I think the moment's kinda passed for her,” Mike said. Indeed it had. Alexa felt more than a little embarrassed, both for what she had been doing and especially for being caught at it. There was no way she was going to start doing it again, not with Will and Mike watching and grinning like sharks.

  “Let's do what we came here for, then,” Mike suggested. “Our females look like they're ready for some fun and games.”

  “I know I am,” Will said. He dropped the bag on the floor of the stall.

  Shortly afterwards, Alexa and Martina lay stretched out side-by side on the floor of their shared stall. Alexa now wore leather wrist and ankle cuffs almost identical to Martina's. Her cuffs were connected by padlocks, as were Martina's, and their wrists were chained to the back wall of the stall while their ankles were chained to either side of the low door. They had been given very little slack. Straw tickled and poked at their backs and legs and asses, and it was still cool enough in the barn for the females to feel a little chilly. Martina's nipples thrust upwards prominently, Alexa's only a little less so. Neither female was gagged, so they were free to make whatever noise they wanted as their captors caressed their bodies. The men seemed willing to share their females. Alexa didn't mind it as much as Martina seemed to. Will had trained her, after all, and from the skills that Mike seemed to be developing, he was now giving Mike some training.

  It was new and different and exciting to be stretched out and chained up this way, but Alexa couldn't figure out how things were going to proceed once the men were ready. Even if they turned her over so that she was face down, she didn't have enough slack to raise her ass enough to give Mike a fair shot at her pussy. Then it occurred to her that maybe he wanted her ass after all. Martina had stretched her out some earlier, but not enough to let Mike shove his thick and heavy cock up there without it hurting like blazes.

  Mike straddled her, one hand reaching back between her legs to tease her. Alexa tried to writhe and squirm under him appealingly, but she couldn't help worrying that he would want anal sex, so she was distracted. Then he edged upwards along her body and unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. The moment Alexa saw his cock, already engorged and erect, she opened her mouth for it with an eager little gasp. She was able to lift her head a little to make it easier for him to stuff it in her mouth, but could do no more than that. And once her mouth was filled with cock, she could only keep her head up for a little while before her neck muscles tired and she had to let it drop. Mike's cock slipped out.

  Mike put his hand behind her head and lifted her up. She let him stick his cock in her mouth again, but this was an awfully awkward way not just to give a blowjob, but to get one. Nonetheless, she did her best to appear eager. Maybe he'd wanted to come in her mouth all along, but as long as there was a chance that he might shift to her anus, she would do her best to encourage him to keep his cock right here, sliding back and forth between her lips, awkward or not.

  After a while, he gently let her head back down and moved a little further upwards along her body so that now he was thrusting almost straight down into her mouth. He kept going a little too deep for her. In spite of herself, she began making noises of discomfort and complaint, trying to let him know when he was pushing things a little too
far. She could hear Martina making very similar noises nearby, but couldn't see what was going on with her, and anyway, it didn't matter. She had her own problems. Mike seemed to like the reactions he was getting out of her. Finally, with a desperate turn of her head, she got his cock out of her mouth and gasped loudly for a full breath of air. Once she had, she looked back up at Mike with her mouth wide open, ready to take in his cock again. It still wasn't comfortable, but there was something about submitting to him like this that was getting her wet. Mike put his hand on the back of her head again and lifted it up before sliding his cock between her lips. Alexa closed her eyes and moaned softly.

  Mike went more slowly and gently this time, not going too deep. He matched his thrusts with pulling Alexa's head a little closer each time. Alexa could feel herself beginning to salivate freely as she felt the thick shaft and heavy, blunt head sliding in and out. She kept her eyes closed and moaned again. She was still worried that he might want her ass, so she did her best to make him think that she was enjoying this. She was, in fact, enjoying it, at least a little, but more because of how she was being forced to surrender to her captor than for any direct physical pleasure she was getting out of it. But as a slave, all she should be thinking about was how to please her master, and Mike was turning out to be more forceful and dominant than she'd thought he would be. How much of that was due to Will's tutelage, and how much of it was just Mike's inner dominant coming out now that he had a female slave at his mercy she didn't know. And right now, she didn't care. As Mike's cock kept sliding in and out of her mouth, she used her tonguetip to caress the warm and hard underside. She heard Mike groan softly when she did that, so she kept doing it, even as she began to get a mild crick in her neck. The more stimulation she could give her master's cock, the sooner he would come. And when he did, she would swallow.

  But it didn't quite work out that way. One moment, Mike was slowly and thoroughly reaming her mouth, sounding quite pleased, and the next he was groaning and coming in her mouth, almost violently. Alexa squawked as the first thick spurt hit the back of her throat, and then Mike let go of her head. With no warning, Alexa couldn't keep her head up and Mike's cock slipped out of it, spurting the rest of his load all over her face, making her squawk again. Facials weren't her favorite thing in the world, but Mike was so busy coming that he didn't even seem to notice what he was doing to her. She waited until he was finished. There wasn't anything else that she could do, really. She felt cum on her forehead, on her lips, on her chin, and dripping slowly down her cheeks. There was bound to be some in her hair as well.

  Finally, Mike got up and stood looking down at her. Alexa heard a small chorus of cheers and whistles and saw, to her dismay, five or six men watching from just outside the stall. Suddenly angry, she began struggling with her bonds, screaming every obscenity she knew at Mike. Mike just stepped aside to give the men a better view of Alexa, and then he left the stall, along with Will. The men went with them with offers of beers or something stronger in the town tavern.

  Still angry and upset, Alexa struggled futilely with the cuffs and chains for a moment longer before she thought to look over at Martina and see how she was doing.

  Martina seemed to be doing just fine. Her face was spattered with gobs and streams of cum just as Alexa's was, but her eyes were closed and there was a beatific smile on her face. She kept rolling a little bit to one side and then to the other, slowly rubbing her long legs together and making low, crooning noises. Her nipples were still visibly erect. It looked as if she was still powerfully aroused.

  Alexa licked her lips to get a bit of semen off of them and spat. Mike didn't actually taste that bad, but she was still angry with him and so she wouldn't swallow if she didn't have to. Lying stretched out in the straw like this didn't hurt, but it wasn't very comfortable, and the air in the barn was still on the cool side. She began to wonder how long she was going to be left like this.

  “Would you care to be freed?” It was a woman's voice. Alexa looked to see a proctor leaning on the low front wall of the stall. She was a younger woman, her dark red hair pulled back into the traditional bun.

  “Yes, please,” Alexa answered. “And I'd like to get cleaned up, too.”

  “I'm afraid that's outside of my duties here tonight,” the woman said as she entered the stall. She paused to look down at Martina, who was still in her own little world. “I'm just here to set the two of you free from your chains and help you back into your nest.” She looked at Martina's nipples. “My, it really is a bit chilly in here, isn't it?”

  “Just get me free,” Alexa pleaded.

  “Oh, I will,” the proctor answered with a nod.

  And she did. Alexa was a bit put out to discover that the redhead had no intention of freeing her wrists or ankles, which remained in their leather cuffs and padlocked together, but she did help Alexa, and then Martina, to get back into the nest that they'd made for themselves. Alexa cuddled as close to Martina as she could get and tried to get to sleep.

  Chapter Seventeen

  It was an absolutely beautiful day, bright and sunny. The rains had moved on, leaving the air clear and full of the scent of pines. From Alexa's point of view, the only thing wrong with the total picture was that it was still just a little bit too cool for her to be completely comfortable naked and outdoors. Yet, here she was, naked, collared, and cuffed, waiting patiently at the end of the leash Mike held, in the sandy street in front of the slave barn at End. There were more passers-by out this morning than she would have expected, most of them men, and they all seemed to have an interest in her. So she stood proudly, her head erect, her shoulders drawn back a little to draw attention to her breasts. They were worth looking at, as was all the rest of her firm, toned body. Since there was nothing she could do to keep people from gawking, she might as well try to look her best.

  Something was up, but she didn't know what. Earlier that morning she and Martina had been roused from their sleep by the red-headed proctor. She had freed the females not only from their cuffs but their collars as well and then shepherded them 'upstairs'. Alexa knew some of the secrets of the 'upstairs' of the slave market in Gordburg, but up until that moment she hadn't even considered whether or not any of the smaller slave barns in the hamlets along the road had an 'upstairs' to go to. This one did, at least, but the rules here seemed to be a bit different, as neither she nor Martina were bound.

  The proctor took them to a room just off of the landing at the top of the stairs. There was a large wooden tub in the middle of it, one filled with steaming, scented water. Alexa had seen two female attendants, naked except for light chains around their necks, standing by with soap, loofas, washcloths and towels. The proctor had ordered her and Martina into the tub, telling them to get cleaned up, but to take as much time as they wanted. After so long having to get by with washing up in streams or enduring chilly showers outside, being able to soak in a tub of clean, hot water had felt like heaven to Alexa. From the happy sounds and expressions Martina made, it must have been like that for her, too.

  The attendants had done more than just hand over scented soaps or towels. They had actually climbed into the tub with Alexa and Martina and helped them to clean up. When Martina had wanted to wash her hair, she'd claimed to need the help of both of them. Alexa hadn't minded. Her own hair, as short as she kept it, needed minimal attention, and besides, it had been interesting watching Martina and her two helpers deal with her yard-long thick and fine blonde tresses. It had seemed to be an intricate and elaborate process. Alexa had stayed in the wonderful scented water until her fingertips had started to get pruny, and then had gotten out with much reluctance, feeling not just clean but invigorated. One of the female attendants had helped her to dry off, and then had directed her to an adjoining room with a padded bench and another naked female attendant. Alexa had been treated to a light massage and a depilatory treatment with some kind of cream that smelled of berries. The attendant had been very thorough about that part of the job, and Alexa's
body felt as smooth and hairless as an egg all over. Somehow that made her feel even cleaner than just bathing had, and more than a little aroused.

  Now they were waiting. Alexa wasn't sure why, but she didn't ask. As a captive female, it wasn't her place to ask, only to obey. She had no real complaints about that. It was actually something of a relief to have everything taken out of her hands, and Mike was showing her some very appealing dominant qualities. Last night's facial had been a part of that, and now that she'd had a chance to sleep on the episode – and thoroughly clean up from it – it didn't seem all that bad to her any more. Even having an audience watch her submit didn't bother her so much. She already knew that she enjoyed being watched while she was naked. Being watched while she was fucked somehow seemed to be the next logical step.

  Finally, Will emerged from the barn, leading Martina, also naked, collared and cuffed, at the end of a leash. Martina's hair hung in a loose braid down her back, and Alexa realized that drying that long mane and then braiding it had to be the cause of the delay. Appreciative murmurs went up from the onlookers as Martina followed along behind Will, looking almost shy about the attention she was getting. She looked magnificent, all legs and ass and boobs and flawless skin, marked only by faint tan lines above and below. She looked so magnificent, in fact, that Alexa's initial resentment of her quickly dissipated. They weren't in competition any more, and Martina certainly was a spectacular female. The fact that she was half a head taller than her captor might strike some as odd, but Will liked tall women and Martina had to be the ultimate prize to him, or at least something very, very close to it. Martina, for her part, seemed to like the things that Will did to her. She was probably looking forward to him doing more things, just as eagerly as Alexa was anticipating what Mike might want to do to her. Alexa admitted to herself that she felt that she still owed Martina some nasty payback for that anal strap-on fucking earlier. Maybe she would get a chance at it, and maybe she wouldn't, but it was out of her hands. There was no need to dwell on it. That would only keep her from enjoying her captivity. She still had enough time left here for Mike to do all sorts of nasty, depraved things to her. Right now, she didn't even mind the prospect of him wanting anal sex, as long as he did it carefully.