“Hey…hey, wake up, will you?”
Alexa stirred and muttered angrily, pushing away whoever was shaking her by the shoulder. It wasn’t time to get up yet, and anyway, she was still sore and a little stiff from…
She sat up abruptly with a gasp and looked around. She was still in the shed, still naked, and Emma was still there with her, also still naked. The only things that had changed were that they were now lying on what looked like a carpet remnant instead of the straw, and it looked to be some time in the afternoon.
“Ow,” Emma grimaced. “That hurt.” She rubbed her shoulder.
“Sorry,” Alexa apologized. She brought her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs. With her ankles primly crossed and blocking the view of her pussy it was the closest thing to modesty that she could manage. “What’s…what’s going on?”
Emma didn’t seem to be at all disturbed by her own nudity. “I don’t know,” she answered. “Your master went to get some food, and Stan told me to wake you up. I think they’ve got something in mind, but I don’t know what it is.” She smiled wickedly. “I hope…well, never mind. Say, I’ve been trying to figure out who your master is. I think I should know him, somehow.”
Alexa looked around again and saw Stan sitting against the back of the shed, just watching her and Emma. She turned back to Emma. “He told me his name is Will Longstreet,” she said in a whisper.
“Oooooh,” Emma cooed. “So it is him! I kinda thought it was from how he looked. He’s practically famous here.” She edged closer to Alexa. “Say, is it true that he’s hung like a horse?”
“Uh…he is on the large side,” Alexa replied. “He’s practically famous?”
“Oooh, yeah,” Emma smiled. “He’s been coming here every year, I heard, and always picks a new female when he hits town. He doesn’t go to the slave market to get them either. Just picks a woman from among the guests and cuts her out of the herd, breaks her, trains her and leaves her all sweet and soft and misty-eyed by the time he leaves. Never has the same female twice, though. So, he’s the one who bagged you? What was it like?”
“What was what like?” Alexa looked at her. “Getting bagged?”
“No, silly,” Emma snickered. “What was it like when he first fucked you? Did he let you struggle? I’ll bet he likes it when a female struggles. I’ll bet he gets rough with them.”
“I didn’t get much of a chance to struggle,” Alexa said.
“Staked you out on the ground naked, did he?” Emma asked eagerly.
“No,” Alexa shook her head.
“So, what did he do?” Emma leaned closer, her blue eyes bright with anticipation. “Tell me.”
Alexa looked at Emma for a long moment. The blonde was a complete stranger to her, and ordinarily she wouldn’t have told her anything, but there wasn’t anything ordinary about these circumstances at all.
“He had me face down on the ground,” she said to Emma. “He tied my hands behind my back, and hobbled my ankles so I couldn’t kick. Then he made me raise my ass for him and he took me from behind.”
Emma visibly shivered. “And he’s really big, right?” she asked. “Did it hurt?”
“Maybe a little,” Alexa answered cautiously. Now that she’d started talking she had a strange urge to keep on talking. She thought about what to say next, but Emma interrupted.
“Did he make you suck him?”
“Yes.” That was something Alexa found she could resist the urge to talk about.
“Yeah. Guys really like that. Were you still tied when he did it?”
“Handcuffed.”
“Oooh. I could get off on that,” Emma purred.
“You’ve been here before?” Alexa interjected. It seemed like a good idea to her to change the subject, because from the way Emma was going it was clear that her next question would probably be about whether or not Will had used her for anal sex, and she didn’t even want to think about that…not right now, anyway. Probably not ever.
“Oh, sure,” Emma smiled. “This is my fourth trip here. It’s kinda expensive, but not as much as a cruise, and way more fun.”
Four times? Alexa couldn’t picture herself coming back even once. “And Stan?” she asked.
“Oh, this is only his second time,” Emma replied, lowering her voice. “I know he likes it, but he isn’t always sure what to do yet, you know? He keeps holding back.”
“He’s your boyfriend?”
Emma snickered. “We’re not ‘together’ together,” she said. “More like friends with, um, special benefits, you know?” she paused. “But after what he did to me when they got me handcuffed, I’m changing my mind a little about that.”
Alexa avoided asking for details.
“So what about you?” Emma asked. “I heard that you were here as part of some contest, and that none of you had ever been here before?”
“Yes,” Alexa admitted.
“Geez, how does that work?”
“We’re all pretty competitive,” Alexa shrugged. “But in different sports. This was the one way we could go head-to-head.”
“And you won?” Emma grinned. “Hey, congratulations!”
“We still have to stick it out,” Alexa said. She didn’t see any need to go into all the messy and embarrassing details.
“Oh, sure,” Emma agreed. “Getting hunted is fun, getting caught is even more fun, but the most fun of all is what they do to you after they’ve caught you, especially if you made them work for it.”
“You really think that?”
“Oh, yes!” Emma nodded emphatically. “See, I’m basically submissive by nature, so this place is like a great big adventure park to me. And you’re basically competitive by nature, right?”
“Uh…yes,” Alexa replied. She had to be competitive or she wouldn’t have come on this lunatic challenge. Didn’t she?
“Yeah. Well, I kinda think that every woman has a submissive side, but for lots of them it takes the right guy to bring it out. The more competitive and independent they are the harder and further they fall when the right guy comes along.”
“You…really think that?” Alexa asked.
“Check back with me after Will Longstreet’s had you for a while and we’ll compare notes,” Emma replied with a wink.
“Up, females,” Will called out as he entered the shed. “On your knees,” he corrected Alexa, who had begun to get to her feet. “If I want you on your feet, I’ll say ‘stand’.”
“Yes, Master,” Alexa said as she knelt alongside Emma. She watched as he put a small bowl in front of each of them. Both were full of raw vegetables and a couple of small meatballs.
“Eat,” Will ordered. Emma tentatively raised a hand.
“May we use our hands, sir?” she asked.
“Of course,” Will replied. “Any time your hands are free you can use them.”
“Thank you, sir,” Emma dimpled prettily. She began to eat as if this was the first food she’d had in days. Alexa gingerly picked up one of the meatballs. It was warm, but not hot, and small. She popped it into her mouth. It tasted all right, but she couldn’t tell if it was beef or pork, and the texture of it told her that a lot of bread had gone into its making. The vegetables were carrots, celery and shelled, uncooked lima beans. As she sampled them she realized that she was just as hungry as Emma was. In a very short time her bowl was empty, and she was left feeling no more than half full.
Stan seemed to have gone off some time after Will had returned. Funny, she hadn’t noticed him going. And Will was paying more attention to the contents of his pack than he was to her or Emma. It would be a perfect time to try to make a run for it. Will couldn’t possibly chase both of them if they split up. Almost immediately, Alexa realized that the notion was foolish. She wouldn’t get far barefoot in the woods, and she didn’t think Emma wanted to run anyway.
“Let’s lie down again,” Emma murmured into her ear. “I’m still kinda tired.”
“You lie down if you want,” Alexa replied. “I’m more stiff and sore than tired now. I need to stretch.”
“You can stretch while you’re on your back,” Emma said. Then she giggled. “Your master might find it entertaining.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Alexa said. She looked at Will and raised her voice. “Master?” she called out. “Master?” Will stopped what he was doing and looked at her.
“What is it, Alexa?” he asked.
“Master, I’m still stiff and sore from being tied up earlier. May I do some exercises?”
“What kind of exercises?” he asked, standing up and coming over to them.
“Simple exercises, Master,” she answered. “Stretching, and bending, things like that.”
“Show me,” he said. Alexa rose to her feet and began going through the Tai Chi routine she usually used when she felt a need to loosen up and relax. The moves were simple and flowed into each other. She felt some twinges in her shoulders and hips, but nothing to worry about.
“Very interesting, Alexa,” Will said. His voice broke her concentration for a moment. She usually did this when she was at home and alone, not naked in a shed with other people looking on.
“Thank you, Master,” she said as she tried to regain her slow rhythm. She found it easier to maintain if she didn’t look at Will or Emma. Fortunately, neither of them spoke until she was finished.
“Feeling better now?” Will asked. Alexa worked her shoulders. There was a faint, lingering soreness there, but the stiffness seemed to be gone. Her rump was still sore from the whipping she had received earlier, but no amount of stretching could take care of that.
“Yes, Master,” she answered.
“Very nice,” Will nodded. “Go sit with the other female now.”
“My God!” Emma breathed as Alexa sat down next to her on the carpet. “You were gorgeous when you were all strung up and stretched out and couldn’t move. But…when you move, you’re spectacular! It was like watching a slow-motion ballet.”
“Stop it,” Alexa said. “It’s nothing.”
“The hell it isn’t!” Emma snorted. “You’ve got that beautiful, toned hard body, with just enough padding of girl fat to give you some nice, smooth curves. Damn, I envy you!”
“My tits are too small,” Alexa said.
“No, they aren’t,” Emma disagreed. “They suit you. What are they, somewhere between B and C cups? They’re nice and round and firm. But you know what’s best about them?”
“What?” Alexa couldn’t help asking.
“Those nipples,” Emma said. “They’re nice and puffy when they get stimulated, as big around as the end of my little finger. And your areolas shrink and get a little crinkly at the same time. A guy sees those and he starts thinking about what he can do to them.”
“They’re too dark,” Alexa protested weakly.
“Nonsense,” Emma disagreed. “They’re exactly the right shade to pull men’s eyes right to them.”
Alexa felt like complaining about how she looked for a little while longer, if only to keep hearing Emma tell her how wrong she was. It was one thing for a man to tell you how pretty you were so that he could get into your pants, but hearing it from another woman, especially one as blonde and built as Emma was a morale booster.
“They’re planning something,” Emma whispered.
“What?”
“I don’t know,” Emma said. “But the way your master keeps looking at us is getting me wet. He’s thinking up something nasty.” It sounded as if she would really enjoy something ‘nasty’. Alexa thought about all the things that Emma could mean by that word and tried not to shudder.
“Say, why are you so insecure about how you look, anyway?” Emma whispered. “I mean, Will Longstreet himself hunted you down. He could have any woman he wanted.”
Alexa lay down on her side. Emma immediately did the same. The two women faced each other, Emma waiting for Alexa to speak.
“I wasn’t on his list,” Alexa said in a low voice. “He only took me because I was the last one left.”
“Huh?” Emma looked puzzled. “Come again?”
“All the hunters had lists and those were the only women they could hunt. I didn’t know that when you’re the last one left you’re fair game for everybody. That’s why he took me.”
“So who was on his list?” Emma asked.
“Martina,” Alexa replied. “The volleyball player. After her, Lynette, the skier.”
“Um…we saw pictures of all the contestants,” Emma said. “Martina’s that really tall blonde?”
“Yes.”
“And he didn’t bag her?” Emma frowned. “No, there’s something screwy here. From what I heard, your master always gets exactly what he wants.”
“Not this time,” Alexa said.
“I wouldn’t bet on that,” Emma whispered. “I think he changed his mind for some reason. I see how he looks at you, and it sure as hell isn’t the way he’d look at a consolation prize.”
“You really think so?”
“Shhh,” Emma warned, “They’re coming over.”
“Up, females,” Alexa heard Will order. She got up onto her knees alongside Emma. When she noticed that Emma was kneeling with her legs slightly parted and her palms resting on her thighs, she copied the pose. Stan was there, a little behind and to one side of Will. She hadn’t seen him come back. She couldn’t bring herself to look at either man directly after she’d seen the looks in their eyes.
Will squatted down in front of her and took her chin in his hand, raising her head so that she was looking directly into his eyes.
“Time for another lesson, Alexa,” he said to her in a tone that made her shiver. “Tomorrow I’m taking you back to Gordburg, and I want you to be prepared. Remember when I told you that there’s more to submission than just letting something happen that you can’t stop anyway?”
“Yes, Master,” Alexa replied.
“Well, now I’ll show you what I meant by that,” Will grinned. “Stan, cuff and collar them.” He held Alexa firmly by her jaw as Stan complied, first securing Emma. When Stan grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her she had a brief moment of panic at the feel of another man’s hands on her. It didn’t make her feel any better when Stan collared her. That was something only her master should do! But…if Stan was acting on her master’s orders, wouldn’t that make it all right? Sort of? Will let go of her and straightened up. Alexa looked down and away from him and cast a sidelong glance at Emma, who seemed intensely excited by what was going on.
“Look at me, Alexa,” Will ordered. She obeyed.
“Here’s the deal. You’ve sucked my dick already, but you weren’t very good at it. Stan and I discussed this, and I’m going to use Emma to show you some proper techniques for a female to use. You’re going to watch it…all of it, or Stan will get to use you himself. Do you understand, female?”
Horror-stricken, Alexa could only gape at him for a moment. “Yes, Master,” she finally managed to say. She took another quick sideways glance at Emma to see how she was taking all this. The blonde was practically wriggling with anticipation.
“Here, female,” Will looked at Emma and pointed to a spot in the straw in front of him. Emma promptly made her way there on her knees, turned to face him, and looked up expectantly.
“Are you nervous, female?” Will asked her.
“Yes, sir,” Emma answered. She sure didn’t look nervous to Alexa. If anything, she looked enormously aroused, her dark pink nipples sticking out, her mouth half-open, her knees apart, and her eyes smoldering.
“One last thing,” Will smiled down at her. He held out his hand to Stan, who put something Alexa couldn’t see in it. When he flourished it in front of Emma, she saw that it was a riding crop. Alexa gasped, and Emma made a strange little moaning noise. Will struck Emma’s hip with the crop. She twitched and squeaked, then kept still as Will tucked the crop under his arm so that he could drop his pants. Emma all but drooled when she saw how heavily he was hung. Her eyes were so fixed on his cock that she never saw the riding crop coming until it smacked her other hip. Another twitch and a louder squeak.
“Lick it, female,” Will ordered her. Emma worked herself a little closer to him, still on her knees, and leaned forward, her mouth open, her tongue out. She licked. As she did, Will’s cock grew harder, lengthening and thickening until it pointed stiffly upwards and Emma could lick the underside of it. Without orders, she even licked Will’s balls for a moment before returning her attentions to the shaft. She looked utterly intent on what she was doing. Alexa felt as if she and Stan might as well have been on another planet instead of right there watching what was going on. Emma started making little huffing and puffing noises as she worked.
Will reached out with the crop and smacked Emma’s ass with it. Alexa winced at the sound. Emma yelped and stopped licking. She settled back on her heels, looking up at Will, her expression uncertain.
“Now, suck it, female,” Will said to her. Emma had to rise up on her knees to reach the thick, swollen head. It was big enough for her to have a little difficulty getting it into her mouth. Once she had, she slowly settled her ass back onto her ankles, sucking noisily.
Alexa watched. She didn’t dare not watch, though the sight of her master making another woman fellate him gave her very mixed feelings. It also worried her. If he was going to use Emma, why wouldn’t he let Stan use her if she didn’t do as he’d told her? She focused her attention on what Emma was doing.
Will put his hand on the back of Emma’s head. Alexa saw him take a grip on her hair, and then he pulled Emma closer to him, at the same time slowly and powerfully thrusting forward with his hips. Emma squirmed; eyes shut tight, and made complaining noises around the cock stuffing her mouth. Her cuffed hands fluttered helplessly behind her, making the chain rattle. Alexa didn’t blame her. It looked like Will’s cock was halfway down her throat. Then Will struck Emma’s unprotected ass with the riding crop, very hard, three times. Emma stopped struggling, though each stroke of the crop made her flinch and grunt. Will held her in place for a moment longer and then let go. Emma rocked back on her heels, gasping for breath as Will’s cock slid out of her mouth, glistening with her saliva. She sucked in some hasty lungfuls of air and immediately rose up to take Will’s cock in her mouth again. Now she sucked desperately, taking him in deeper than Alexa would have thought possible. She drooled, saliva trickling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. She grunted in pain and whined in complaint as Will used the crop on her ass again, but she never stopped sucking.
Was this what Will wanted her to do? Alexa watched the thick, stiff shaft sliding in and out between Emma’s lips, saw how much poor Emma had to stretch her jaws to fit it into her mouth and wondered if she could ever manage to do that. Emma didn’t seem to have a gag reflex…but she’d said she’d been coming here for years. On one of those trips, had she been trained to suppress it? Alexa shuddered. What Will was doing to Emma was harsh and brutal, but Emma didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to be reveling in it. She kept straining to take as much of Will in as she could, then pulling back until Alexa could see just a bit of the head. She still acted as if she was desperate to please Will and avoid any more blows from the crop, and she kept making tiny grunts and gasps with each stroke. More drool dripped from the corners of her mouth. How long could she go on?
Will gave the blonde no warning that he was close to orgasm. When he came, he simply put a hand on the back of Emma’s head again and held her close, grunting with each ejaculation. Emma let out one muffled squeal at the first spurt. She struggled as Will kept coming in her mouth, making high-pitched noises through her nose with each successive spurt... Will held her in place for a little while after he had finished coming, and while she kept struggling it wasn’t as strongly. Finally Will let go of her. Emma sat back on her heels, then fell over onto her side in the straw, gasping and puffing and whining and writhing. Cum and saliva dribbled out of her opened mouth. She didn’t seem to care, or even notice.
“Please,” she moaned weakly as she squeezed her thighs together. “Oh, please…I’m so hot…”
“What do you want, female?” Stan asked as he stood over her. Emma twisted her head to look up at him.
“Please…fuck me! I’m so ready! Please!”
“‘Please’ what?” Stan smiled. He nudged her roughly with his foot.
Confusion passed across Emma’s face and almost immediately departed.
“Please, Master!” she gasped.
Stan fell on her, grabbed her by her upper arms and dragged her off to the back wall. He threw her down on her back and she immediately spread her legs wide, still begging, as Stan slowly and deliberately unbuckled his jeans. He was smiling.
“Look at me, female,” Will said to Alexa. She tore her gaze away from Emma and Stan and looked into her master’s eyes. She couldn’t help but notice as she did that his cock was still out. A moment later she heard Emma shriek ecstatically as Stan mounted her.
“Do you understand?” Will asked.
“I think so, Master,” she replied cautiously. “But I’m not sure if I can do…that.”
“You will,” he said with complete assurance. “Not tonight, probably. But when we get to Gordburg, you will.”
“What will happen to me when we get there, Master?” Alexa dared to ask.
“First, I walk you down the main street to the slave market, naked and at the end of a leash,” Will replied. “Then, you and the others will be put on display in special cages so that anyone who wants to will be able to come and have a look at you. I think I’ll even make you do those stretching exercises of yours for them.”
“Will you leave me there, Master?”
“During the day. But at night, I’ll take you upstairs. I’m nowhere near done with you yet, female, and there are a lot of special facilities on the upper floor of the slave market. I’ll teach you not just to submit, but beg to be allowed to.”
Alexa shuddered. Behind her, she could still hear Emma’s wild cries and moans as Stan fucked her. Somehow, it didn’t sound anywhere near as bad as it would have to her as recently as yesterday. Well, not as long as it was her Master doing it.
“Now, female,” Will said as he took a step closer. “Lick my cock clean.”
Alexa edged forward on her knees as she had seen Emma do, and leaned forward. She licked tentatively at her master’s cock. It was still wet and glistening and a bit sticky in places. She closed her eyes and began licking in earnest. She felt herself starting to slip into the depths of the deep end, and it only bothered her a very little.
“Enough,” Will said as he pushed her head back and away. He pulled a short chain leash out of his pants pocket and clipped it to Alexa’s collar. “We’re going for a little walk around the trading post, female,” he said with a smile. “If anyone happens to see us, I want to show you off.” He pulled upwards slowly on the leash. “It will be good practice for your march down the street to the slave market tomorrow.”
“Yes, master,” Alexa said as she rose to her feet. She wasn’t entirely captivated by the idea, but what could she do? She was a female, and her master was a stern and dominant man. Everything was in his hands.