by S. J. Lewis
“Master,” she called out. “Master?”
He stirred again, and then sat up.
“What is it, Alexa?” he asked.
“I’m cold, Master,” she said. “Please help me.”
He threw back the top of his sleeping bag and stood up. Unlike her, he didn’t sleep in his clothes. All he was wearing was a pair of boxer shorts. Alexa wished she had more light to see him by. He was wide-shouldered, deep-chested and muscular, and she thought he was very pleasant to look at. All the same, she shrank back a little as he came closer to her.
“You woke me up, Alexa,” he said reprovingly.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she replied. “But I can’t stand it anymore. Please, can I get in my sleeping bag?”
“We’ll see,” Will answered as he stretched and yawned. He was very close to her now, her face on the same level as his…boxers. Alexa looked from his face, which she could still barely see, to those boxers, which she could actually see pretty well and back to his face. She licked her lips furtively. Her mouth felt a little dry.
“How’re the ropes?” he asked.
“They’re not too bad, master,” Alexa replied. “They are a little uncomfortable, though.”
That was the truth. However he had tied her, the bonds felt almost loose, but she’d already discovered that they were inescapable.
“Bend over so I can check,” he ordered. Alexa obeyed, and she felt him checking her hands.
“You’re okay,” he said. Alexa straightened back up…and there were those boxer shorts in her face again. She could make out the striped pattern, but not what the colors were. Well, she already knew that they were dark blue and white.
“But I’m cold, Master,” she said. She tried not to sound like she was whining.
“Alexa,” Will said as he tilted her head back with a hand on her head, “I know you’re completely new to all of this, in spite of all the orientation they must’ve run you through, so I’m going to cut you some breaks here and there. But you’re my captive.”
“Yes, Master,” Alexa agreed. “And I am cold.”
Will threw back his head and laughed.
“Maybe I can do something to warm you up,” he said. “I think I’m about ready to fuck that sweet, tight pussy of yours again. I might need a little encouragement, though.” He kept his hand on her head, moved behind her, and knelt down. Alexa felt him fiddling with something, and then he took her bound hands and guided them. She felt something very warm, very thick, against her palm.
“Give me a hand job, girl,” he murmured into her ear. “Not too hard, not too soft. Just help me to get hard.”
Alexa couldn’t help giggling nervously.
“What’s the matter?” Will asked.
“I…I haven’t given a hand job in years,” she replied. “I thought…I thought you’d make me suck you.”
“You’ll be doing that too,” Will told her. “You do remember how to give a hand job, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master. But it would help if you moved a little closer.”
Will pressed closer against her. His hands reached around to play with her breasts. Alexa shivered, but not from the cold. His cock felt every bit as thick and heavy in her hands as it had inside of her earlier. She closed her eyes and tried to picture what it looked like based on what she could feel. The head was big and blunt, the shaft warm and getting hard. She thought she could feel her captor’s pulse against her palm. Then he squeezed her breasts, gently but strongly, and slowly, lightly rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. She lost track of things for a moment.
“You’re doin’ good,” Will breathed into her ear. His warm, moist breath on her neck made her shudder. She kept stroking his cock with her bound hands. It had indeed been years since she’d given anyone a hand job, and she’d never done it under circumstances like these. But her captor didn’t seem to mind.
“Enough,” he said at last. He pulled away from her and stood up. Alexa could feel the warmth radiating from his body on her bare skin. She waited. Would he take her from behind again? Or would he make her suck his cock now? Or what? For a long moment, she simply knelt where she was, trembling from the cold and her anticipation. When he stroked her hair, she shuddered at the contact and moaned.
“On your back,” he ordered. Alexa obeyed. She resisted the urge to do it as quickly as she could, and instead went more slowly, feigning reluctance, even though she was almost desperate with desire. Once on her back, she raised and parted her knees for him, and looked up. He was standing over her, a dim and shadowy form in the dark. He didn’t move for what seemed like an eternity to her.
“Please, Master,” she finally begged. “Please.”
With that, he was on top of her, pinning her down so that she could barely move. When he kissed her, his short beard tickling at her face, she responded eagerly, using her tongue and encouraging him to use his by opening her mouth wide for him. He did, and then began kissing her neck and shoulders, making her writhe and gasp. When he nipped gently at her bare flesh, she moaned again. She spread her knees wider, wishing that he’d taken the hobble off of her ankles because she had an overpowering urge to wrap her legs around him. Then she felt the thick, blunt head of his cock pushing against her pussy, seeking the entrance, and she held as still as she could, panting and gasping and whining, until he succeeded. His face was close enough to hers now for her to see his eyes and his predatory grin as he slowly, powerfully, thrust his cock deep inside of her. Alexa stood it as long as she could, but the darkness, the isolation, her nakedness, her bonds, and his muscular body invading hers was suddenly too much to bear in silence. She tilted her head back and shrieked into the night. Her captor started pounding her harder, and she shrieked again, but it was a weak effort and ended as a moan. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t use her arms or her legs. All she could do was lie there in his powerful grip, panting and gasping and feeling that thick, long cock plowing into her over and over again.
Her orgasm gave her no warning at all. One moment she was half out of her mind from all the sensations assailing her, and the next moment the earthquake struck. Her body was wracked with violent and wonderful spasms. Sounds came out of her that she barely recognized as of her making. And her captor kept on pumping away. She thought she could hear him chuckling as he used his body to make her lose control of hers.
She came again, almost as strongly as the first time and now he let his full weight down onto her and quickened his thrusts. Weak, dizzy, gasping, Alexa tossed her head from side to side. She thought she was beginning to understand what Lydia had said to her in the shed. And then Will rammed himself into her and groaned like a wounded bull. She lay there, feeling his shudders, listening to his grunts as he came and came. Tears sprang from her eyes. She didn’t know why, but she began sobbing. It didn’t stop until he was finished with her, pulled out, and sat down alongside her. He stroked her hair, her neck, her shoulder.
“Still feel cold?” he asked. Alexa erupted in wild laughter. Again, she didn’t know why. Without warning, her laughs abruptly changed into sobs and tears again. She turned towards Will, seeking comfort. He began untying her hands.
“Easy,” he crooned to her. “Easy. You’re all right. You’re all right. You never did anything even remotely like this before, have you?”
“No, Master,” Alexa sniffled.
“Uh-huh. Well, I have. How long has it been for you?”
“Master?” Alexa felt her hands come free. She put her arms around him and buried her face in his hip. She could smell herself on him. She could also smell a faint undertone of his musk.
“How long since you’ve had sex?” he clarified.
“Um,” Alexa sniffled again. “Six months? Maybe a little more. I’ve been in training.”
“That kind of explains your tight, sweet pussy,” he said. “I was thinking maybe some of the exercises you do to keep in that incredible shape you’re in had something to do with it.”
“They do, Master,” A
lexa said.
“Well, that’s good news. You feeling okay now?”
“Yes, Master.” Maybe she could call him ‘Will’ as long as they were just talking like this, but after what he had just done to her, she was more than happy to call him ‘Master’ instead, for as long as he wanted her to. She’d always enjoyed sex. Tonight she’d learned that she’d been paddling around in the shallow end of it for most of her life. She wondered how deep the deep end was. She wanted Will to show her. He could start right now, if he liked: But she couldn’t bring herself to tell him that.
“Go climb into my sleeping bag,” he said to her. “I’ll be right back.”
Still hobbled and harnessed, Alexa obeyed without thinking. His bag was a bit larger than hers, and very warm. Best of all, it was permeated with his scent. She snuggled in, tired and happy.
He came back, walking carefully, as naked as she was, and crawled in next to her. It made for a snug fit, but Alexa loved the closeness. She slid her arms around him, and they lay still for a while.
“Why are you doing this?” Will asked.
“Master?”
“Why are you doing this, Alexa?” he asked again. “They must have figured you could handle it, because they let you in, but, come on. You’ve never done anything like this before? Never had a lover tie you up for sex?”
“No.”
“Ever fantasized about it?”
“Not really. Maybe a little.” Alexa yawned. She didn’t know where this was going, and she really just wanted to sleep now.
“So what made you sign up for this?” Will demanded.
“Is that important now?”
“It is to me because I want to know,” Will replied. “Why would four female athletes who’ve never been here before suddenly decide to make a contest out of being hunted down by strange men in the woods? And you’re not even an athlete, are you?”
“I compete,” Alexa said defensively.
“In what?”
“Mountain biking,” she said. “Snowboarding. Marathons.”
“So do lots of other people. That doesn’t make them athletes. How did you get included?”
Alexa hesitated. “There’s a group of us,” she said at last. “We decided to do this last year. Not all of us got in.”
“Go on. Are the others all athletes, including the ones who didn’t make the cut?”
“Well, yes.”
“So how did you get included? Are you a trainer of one of them?”
“Sometimes,” Alexa answered.
“That’s not much of an answer,” Will commented. “Why are you here?”
“What?”
“Why are you here, Alexa? Why did you decide to be part of this?”
Alexa hesitated, bit her lip, and sighed.
“Tell me,” Will ordered.
“I wanted to beat them,” she said, her voice barely audible.
“What?”
“I wanted to beat them!” Alexa snapped.
“Well, that sounds like the truth,” Will said. “Why is beating them so important to you?”
“Because I never could,” Alexa answered. “I never could. The best I ever did was to come in fourth. I wasn’t ever strong enough, or fast enough, or skilled enough.”
“Well, you beat them this time,” Will pointed out. “They were all bagged before you were. Hell, you even beat the unofficial record.”
“Unofficial record?” Alexa lifted her head to see if he was serious.
“You’ve heard about Elf-Girl, haven’t you? You must have. She’s a local legend.”
“Yes, I have,” Alexa said.
“Well there’s the official record of when she was taken, and the unofficial one.”
“What’s the difference?”
“The hunter who finally took her had his chip reader crap out, so he couldn’t register her capture until he got her back to a town. That’s the official record. The unofficial record is when he said he caught her. You beat that by a little over an hour.”
“I did?” Alexa asked.
“Yep. So you not only beat your friends, you beat Elf-Girl. Well, unofficially, anyway. That’s pretty good for your first time out. You could call it quits now.”
“Uh…not really,” Alexa said.
“What do you mean?”
“We made kind of a bet.”
“Tell me about this bet.”
Alexa told him. She expected him to laugh, but he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t even say anything. She raised herself up on an elbow to peer at his face. It was hard to be sure in the dark, but he seemed thoughtful.
“You really are a novice at this, aren’t you?” he said as he looked at her.
“Master? You know I am.”
“No, no. Your inexperience goes way deeper than that. Do you know what you just did, Alexa?”
“I answered your question, Master.”
“Yes, and when you did that you just handed yourself over to me on a platter.” Will chuckled. “I’m guessin’ that it would really pinch if you lost the bet, wouldn’t it?”
Alexa gulped. She hadn’t been thinking far enough ahead. “Yes, it would, Master,” she answered. Now what was he going to do? All sorts of painful scenarios suggested themselves to her. And Will was silent, obviously doing some speculative thinking himself.
“Master?” Alexa said nervously. “Will?”
“Hold on,” he replied. “I’m not quite done enjoyin’ this situation.”
Alexa remained propped up on her elbow, watching Will. She didn’t quite understand what he meant, but she felt a bit less anxious. She waited for him to say something more, or to do something.
“You really want to win this thing, don’t you?” Will said at last. “And you really need to win it too, right?”
“Yes. I told you.” Alexa started feeling nervous again. It seemed that the deep end might have monsters lurking down in the darkness, waiting.
“In a way, what you told me doesn’t change anything,” Will said to her. “You can still bail out any time you like. But now I know I can push you harder, and further, than I thought I could at first. I almost feel like I really own you. Does that scare you, Alexa Marx?”
“Yes,” Alexa replied. “A little.”
“Good.” With that, Will turned over onto his side, his back to her. He didn’t say anything more.
Alexa could only lie there and look at him. She was painfully aware that it was just the two of them out here in the woods, and that he was stronger than she was, and that she had just given him something that he could hold over her for as long as this lasted. But she wasn’t truly scared by the prospect. Apprehensive, yes, concerned, yes…but not scared. But she wasn’t so not-scared that she couldn’t use a little reassurance. She cuddled up close behind Will and put her arm around him.
“Will?” she said timidly. “Master?”
“What is it now, Alexa?” He sounded sleepy and annoyed.
“I told you the truth,” she said. “Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I did. Could you please tell me something now?”
Will turned over inside the sleeping bag so that he was facing her. She saw him yawn before he spoke.
“What do you want to know?” he asked.
She had intended to ask him if he really thought she was attractive, but that question sounded not only trite but silly under the circumstances. So she asked him a different question.
“Why were you after Martina?” The moment she asked it, it sounded just as silly as the question she hadn’t asked.
Will laughed. “Alexa, almost everybody was after her. She was pretty much the ultimate prize from day one: Tall, strong, blonde and gorgeous. There wasn’t a single hunter who didn’t dream of baggin’ her. But if you want to know my reasons, I’ve had a thing for tall women for a long time.”
“Even when they’re taller than you?”
“Yeah. You want to know why?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And after I’ve told you you’ll
let me get to sleep?”
“Yes, Master.”
“All right.” Will got on his back and put his hands behind his head. He looked up at the night sky for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts.
“I was a young guy,” he began. “Just twenty-two, and I’d been runnin’ my own business for two years.”
Alexa started to ask him what that business was and thought better of it. She waited for him to continue.
“It was, and is, my dream job,” Will said. “I’m a wilderness guide. City people come to me and pay me money to take them hiking and teach them a little something about survival skills. I don’t have to fight traffic to get to an office or a factory, I don’t have to punch a time clock, and I don’t have to answer to some idiot in a corner office. Of course, you have to chase after customers. I was havin’ a little trouble along those lines when I got an e-mail from some CEO saying that their company was interested in booking week-long outings for their executives to…shit, he used a lot of big words, but what it boiled down to was that somebody in a corner office thought that this would be a swell way to get their execs to work together. They wanted to ‘evaluate’ me and asked if they could send someone up and have me give them the tour. I said sure. One customer was better than no customers, and maybe something more would come of it.”
He yawned again, stretched, and then pulled Alexa closer. “So two weeks later,” he went on, “Sykes’ floatplane pulls up to my dock early in the mornin’ and she steps out of it like she’s getting out of a limo. First thing I noticed was that thick mane of dark brown hair and the dark sunglasses she was wearing. She was dressed for the outdoors, but everything she wore looked brand new and expensive, like she’d ordered it out of a high-end catalog. She saw me standing there, prob’ly with my mouth hangin’ open, smiled, took off her sunglasses, held out her hand and introduced herself. I’d been expectin’ them to send some out-of-shape older guy. I shook her hand and maybe managed to introduce myself without droolin’ on my shoes. She had great eyes, dark and piercing. She let me and Sykes get her luggage off the plane like it was a privilege for us. As Sykes was taxiin’ away from the dock, I told her I had a cabin ready for her and asked if she’d like to settle in and get started next mornin’. She just smiled at me…she had a great smile, too…and said that time was money so why didn’t we just get started now?”