The Novice Prey & the Daring Prey

by S. J. Lewis

  That reminded her that her time left here was growing short. She wasn't quite sure how short, because there was a maddening lack of clocks and calendars outside of Gordburg. There weren't a whole lot of them in Gordburg, either. She'd done her best to try to keep track of time, but somewhere along the way she'd lost track. There had to be enough time for at least two days in Gordburg, didn't there? There had to!

  Will and Mike led their females past the barn and over to the hamlet's lone saloon. There was an old hitching post in front of it, and they wrapped the free ends of their females' leashes around the weathered horizontal pole exactly as if they'd been tethering their horses. Will had been training Martina to respond to hand signals, and he must have given her one because she sank to her knees almost immediately. Will ruffled her hair affectionately before he went into the saloon. Martina smiled and watched him go with an expression that told Alexa that she was growing as attached to Will as Alexa herself was to Mike.

  “Kneel, female,” Mike ordered, and Alexa realized that she'd been watching Will and Martina when she should have been paying attention to her master. She immediately knelt in the thick, soft sand of the street and watched as Mike followed after Will. There was a fair crowd in the saloon, and almost all of them were looking out at the tethered females, though none of them got up to come outside and take a better look. Mike and Will had passed out of Alexa's field of view, so she looked up and down the street. There were only a few people out and about, all of them men. They gave her and Martina no more than passing glances as they went about their business. She found that irritating. How could anyone, even in Gordburg, be so jaded as to not want to take a longer or a closer look at two such spectacular females out on public display?

  There was no shade here in the street, but the sun felt pleasantly warm on Alexa's bare skin. She settled down to enjoy the feeling, leaning against one of the uprights, her eyes closed. Mike would come and get her when he was ready. She had her back to Martina, so she couldn't see how the blonde was taking this, but she didn't hear any movement, only a long sigh that could have come from either fatigue, exasperation or contentment. Alexa suspected that it was a contented sigh. From what she'd seen, Martina was smitten with Will and as eager as a puppy to please him. It was a side of Martina she'd never even suspected to exist. Now that she'd seen it, and Martina had seen how she was responding to Mike, she wondered how this might affect their relationship back in the ordinary world. They had never been friends. In fact, Martina had always been kind of a bitch to her, always trying to put her down and make her feel embarrassed or unwelcome whenever they'd crossed paths. Now they'd lived together as captive females in Gordburg, sleeping naked together, cuddling close for warmth, hearing and seeing each other submit to their masters. Would all that change anything back in the ordinary world? Or would Martina worry that Alexa might reveal some of her secrets and keep as far away from her as she could get?

  Still leaning against the post, her eyes still closed, it was Alexa's turn to sigh. It wouldn't be easy for her to leave Gordburg when her time was up. Now that she had a master who kept her collared and satisfied, she wanted to stay, possibly forever. But that just wasn't possible. She'd have to go back to her home in the city and go back to her work to earn a living, saving up so that she could come back here again. She wondered if any females had offered to sell themselves into sexual slavery so that they could stay here the year round. Was such a thing even possible? Was there a building somewhere in Gordburg that housed such voluntary slaves? How would they be loaned out to the men who came looking for warm, willing and anonymous female flesh to play with and abuse?

  Alexa suddenly wished that Mike would come back for her soon. She was getting very aroused by her growing fantasy, so much so that she thought that pretty soon she'd be moaning out loud right here in the street.

  “Look who we have here!”

  The voice was familiar, nearby, and frightening. Alexa's eyes flew open and she found herself looking up into the face of the eldest Anderson brother. She might be perfectly safe from him as someone else's collared female, but she shrank back from him all the same. She looked around quickly and saw the other two Andersons standing nearby, inspecting Martina as if they were sizing up a car they were thinking of purchasing.

  “How have you been, Alexa?” Tom Anderson asked with a smile. “Lookin' good, I have to say.”

  “They both look good,” one of Tom's brothers commented.

  “Glad to hear you think so,” Will spoke up as he and Mike came out of the saloon. “They ain't exactly your types though, are they?”

  “Hello, Mr. Longstreet!” Tom Anderson said as he held out his hand. “You're right about that, but I have to say these two amazons are almost enough to make me change my game, for a while at least.”

  “They are that,” Will agreed as he shook hands with Tom. “I sure got no complaints. How about you, Mike?”

  “No complaints at all,” Mike replied. “I didn't expect to run into you guys again. What brings you here?”

  “Business,” Tom said with a shrug. “We've got something special we'll be takin' back to Gordburg tomorrow. Care to have a look? They're in the barn over there.”

  “Might as well,” Will said as he began freeing Martina from the hitching post. “Up, female,” he said. Martina rose to her feet easily and gracefully.

  “Up, female,” Alexa heard Mike order. She'd been so intent on keeping an eye on the Andersons that she hadn't noticed that he'd taken up her leash. She got to her feet without any difficulty, but nowhere near as elegantly as Martina had, she thought.

  “What have you been up to with these females?” Tom asked. “This one looks so content that I get an urge to spank her,” he said as he indicated Martina. “But this one,” he pointed at Alexa. “This one is practically glowing. Makes me wonder why she made it so hard to catch her in the first place.”

  “She had her reasons,” Mike answered. “Now she's got other reasons. So what's this special thing you wanted to show us?”

  “Come on along,” Tom invited them. “You've got to see it to believe it.”

  They went from the bright warmth into the cooler dimness of the barn, and once again Alexa smelled fresh hay. It was a scent she was forever going to associate with captivity, nudity and sexual submission now. She'd heard or read somewhere that the sense of smell was the most primitive of the senses, and wired into the brain more deeply than any of the others. She could really believe that now, because just walking into any of the barns in Gordburg and smelling that sweet scent was enough to make her nipples tingle and for her to feel herself growing a little bit moist.

  The Andersons led them over to one of the stalls at the back of the barn. Tom stood outside the stall while his brothers entered with black braided leather leashes at the ready. A moment later, they led out the 'special thing' Tom had mentioned. He should have said 'special things', Alexa thought. Crawling docilely along at the ends of their leashes were two small and slender blondes, identical twins, from the look of them. They had creamy pale flawless skin, perky little pink nipples, already erect, big blue eyes and smooth, round asses. They both wore their hair in some kind of pixie cut. They appeared to be happily excited to be where they were, and they looked as cute as a basketful of kittens as they waited, side by side on all fours, for whatever came next. They looked awfully young to Alexa, maybe no more than nineteen, but that was probably because of their small stature and slender builds.

  “Identical twins,” Tom said proudly as his brothers made the tiny blondes turn around so that Will and Mike could get a good, long look at all of their charms. Alexa noted that their pussies were completely hairless, smooth and pink and cute and tempting.

  “This is very close to the Holy Grail for girl catchers,” Tom continued. “They're no more than five feet tall, they're fit, and very limber.”

  “'Very close'?” Mike spoke up. “I'd think these two would be it, not just close to it.”

  “Yeah, y
ou'd think so,” Tom nodded as the twins began nuzzling at the legs of their handlers. “But somewhere out there there's a set of identical triplets. No one's ever seen them, no one's even heard anything reliable about them, but we just know that they're out there somewhere.”

  “What if they really aren't?” Mike asked. “Out there, I mean?”

  “Ah, that's what makes it the Holy Grail!” Tom exclaimed. “If we were certain that they were out there it just wouldn't be the same.”

  “Twins, hey,” Will said as he regarded the two little confections. “Are they really identical, or is there some way you can tell 'em apart?”

  “We haven't found a way to tell them apart yet,” Tom replied. “But I don't see that it's all that important to be able to do that.”

  “How'd you come by these two?” Will asked as he looked them over.

  “Believe it or not,” Tom said with a chuckle, 'they came looking for us. Easiest capture we ever made.”

  “No kidding,” Will said. He turned to Martina. “Knees, female,” he ordered. It was a specific command. Martina got into position, her knees well apart, her rear resting on her heels, her head bowed. When Alexa felt Mike give her leash a tug, she did the same.

  “How long have you had them?” Will asked, turning his attention back to the twins, who had begun to nuzzle each other. It looked more playful than sexual to Alexa, because only their cute little button noses touched.

  “Not long,” Tom answered. “We haven't had a chance to really start training them yet, but they'll already do whatever they're told, so that's not a problem.”

  “Whatever they're told?” Will looked at Tom.

  “Whatever,” Tom nodded. “Straight, oral, anal... they'll even do other females, though they won't do each other. They've got their own little fantasy going.”

  “Yeah.” Will nodded. “They're pets, aren't they? Part of the deal is that they don't have to talk, right?”

  “Yeah,” Tom said. “You've heard of that, then?”

  “There isn't too much that I don't hear about,” Will replied. “First time I've ever come across any, though. They're damned cute little things.” The twins heard that and both of them favored Will with big happy grins and lascivious little wriggles.

  “Yep, and they're as loud as alley cats in heat when they're getting fucked,” Tom said. He moved closer to Will and lowered his voice. “Problem is,” he said in a conspiratorial tone, “they just aren't much of a challenge, you know? We're takin' them to Gordburg tomorrow and putting them on the auction block. There ought to be some spirited bidding on them.” He looked at Alexa, then Martina, and back at Alexa again. “How are these two workin' out for you?”

  “No complaints,” Mike spoke up immediately. “They respond well to discipline.”

  Tom chuckled. “How well do they get along with each other?” he asked. “Last I saw them there seemed to be some bad blood between 'em.”

  “I suspect they're still carryin' small grudges against each other,” Will said. “But they get along okay as blanket sisters. Actually, a little better than okay.”

  Alexa remembered being told that 'blanket sisters' were females who had slept together naked, usually on a blanket in a stall in one of the slave barns. She looked sideways at Martina, who ignored her, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.

  “They do, eh?” Tom rejoined. “That might be interesting to see. You two staying over?”

  “No,” Will answered with a shake of his head. “We're takin' our females back to Gordburg on the last stage. These little towns just don't have the facilities you need to really get into trainin' a female.”

  “I'd be interested in seeing what you do to that blonde amazon,” Tom said. “Mind if we look you up when we get back to the big town?

  “I'll think about it,” Will shrugged. “But just to set things straight, this female here,” he shook Martina's leash, which he still had hold of, “ain't an amazon. She's tall, yes, but amazons were warriors and this here female is an athlete.”

  “Why are you making that distinction?” Tom asked.

  “Because I've trained an amazon or two in my time,” Will answered with a feral grin. “There was this pretty Army captain that stands out in my mind. She was six feet tall in her stocking feet, hard and lean except for where you didn't want it hard or lean. Anyways,” Will seemed to shake himself as if to chase away a memory, “you get to Gordburg, let me know. I'm thinkin' you'd like to see what can be done with a big girl like this blonde.”

  “And the other one too,” Tom said as he looked at Alexa. “If she'd only been three or four inches shorter we'd have kept her. Hell, we damn near kept her as it was. You weren't lying about how tight her pussy was. Still would've liked to tap that ass, though.”

  Alexa felt herself reddening a little. She wondered why Mike hadn't had anything to say while this strange conversation was going on. He was standing behind her, so she couldn't sneak a look at him to see what he was doing, or looking at, or try to guess what he was thinking from the expression on his face. Then she felt him put his hand on her head, and his touch sent a little thrill through her. Her hair was way too short for him to get a grip on it, and she wished she'd had time to let it grow out more so that he could. She remembered how arousing it had been when Will had taken her by her hair last year, and she wanted to know if it would be the same with Mike.

  “I'm taking my female out for some food and water,” Mike announced. “See you fellows later.” He helped Alexa get to her feet and led her out of the barn. To her surprise, he led her back to the hitching post, made her kneel, and tethered her to it again before he went back into the saloon. There were more people on the street now, including two young women in oversized shirts, denim short-shorts, and calf-high cowboy boots. They began drifting over towards Alexa, slowly, as if they weren't sure of the etiquette of the situation. Then Mike came back out of the saloon. He sat down on the edge of the raised wooden walkway and held out a bottle of water to Alexa. For a moment, as thirsty as she suddenly felt at the sight of the bottle, all she could do was look at it. It appeared to be a perfectly ordinary clear plastic water bottle, unlabeled, but the rubber nipple that capped it looked out of place. She looked from it up at Mike.

  “Yes, you have to suck on the nipple to get a drink,” he said to her. He tilted the nipple end down towards her and one cold drop fell from it onto her breast. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, closing her lips around the nipple and sucking. The water was cold, sweet and delicious. She swallowed a mouthful and then another, even as Mike moved the bottle so that she had to tilt her head way back to keep the nipple in her mouth. She heard a nervous feminine giggle and ignored it. She was thirsty, and first things first.

  “Is she yours?” Alexa heard a woman ask.

  “Yes, she is,” Mike answered. “Beautiful, isn't she?”

  “We're from Gordburg,” another woman spoke up. “We're kind of taking a tour. She's a 'female', right?”

  “Yep, but she's not just a female, she's my female,” Mike answered. Alexa kept sucking and swallowing, knowing exactly what it looked like and knowing exactly what ideas she was putting into the minds of anyone watching.

  “It's our first time here,” the first woman said. “We wanted to look around first before we decided what we wanted to do.”

  “Yeah,” her companion chimed in. “It's exciting, but it's kind of scary too, you know?”

  Alexa turned her head away so that the nipple slipped out of her mouth. It was her way to signal that she was done drinking for the time being, effective, even if it meant that she frequently got splashed before Mike could tip the bottle back up. A few drops fell on her breasts and thighs. She took a deep breath and a look at the two women. They seemed to be a bit younger than she was, and if she'd been casting a commercial to advertise the charms of Midwestern farm girls she could have gone with either one of them. One had big blue eyes with dark blonde hair, the other big brown eyes with light brown hair, and while the
oversized shirts they wore gave no clue about their upper torsos, the tight-fitting shorts showed off their smooth, plump thighs and round, juicy asses to advantage. They were looking at her with wide-eyed interest that might have been described as innocent. Alexa looked back at them without smiling.

  “Can we talk to her?” the brown-haired woman asked.

  “No,” Mike replied after a moment's pause. “If you're curious about what it's like to be a captive female, the best way to find out is to become one yourself. Either of you have a boyfriend?”

  “Well, yes,” the blonde replied.

  “Are they here with you?”

  “No,” both women answered simultaneously.

  “Next time you visit, bring them along,” Mike suggested. “Now, please excuse me, it's feeding time.” He held out a piece of jerky to Alexa, who took a bite out of it. It was spicy and sweet and might have been beef. She chewed and swallowed and took another bite as the two women wandered off towards the slave barn, apparently miffed.

  Mike had only brought two pieces of jerky. It didn't take Alexa long to polish them off. He offered the bottle to her again, and she took a few swallows from it.

  “We're going back to Gordburg later,” he said to her as he took the bottle away. “But there's some time yet before the stage gets here, and I really want to fuck you right now. You choose where, and I choose how. Do you want it in a stall or in a bed?”

  “In a bed, please, Master,” Alexa replied. She'd had enough of stalls over the past few days. A bed sounded so very good, and it implied a bedroom. Stalls were no more than semi-private at best, while a bedroom would have walls and a door. And a bathroom! She'd really like a chance to clean up before getting on the stage back to Gordburg.