by S. J. Lewis
“My God,” the woman said at last, awe in her voice. “She’s gorgeous! A proud female warrior, taken in battle and now just helpless naked plunder for her captors to ravish.”
“She talks like that sometimes,” Alexa heard the strange man say.
“Well, she’s got it right,” Will said.
“May I touch her?” the woman asked. Alexa looked at her sharply. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, a little bit younger than her. She had soft-looking blonde hair done up in a ponytail and a pretty face. Alexa had been sure that this strange blonde was mocking her, but there was no hint of anything like that in her eyes.
“Why?” Will asked the blonde. “Who are you two?”
“Sorry, forgot my manners,” the man said with a nervous laugh. He was as tall as Will, with dark brown hair, and maybe a year or two older than his companion. “I’m Stan, and that’s Emma. This is our second time to this place, and we figured we’d do a little exploring.” He looked past Will at Alexa. “Really glad we did. She is gorgeous. Got some nice definition on her, but not too much. Is she one of those athletes we heard about? The ones being hunted in some kind of contest? They wouldn’t let us come out here until the last one got caught.”
“That’s her,” Will said. He reached out and stroked Alexa’s bare back. “The very last one. I’m takin’ her back to town with me, but not until tomorrow.”
“May I touch her?” Emma asked again. “Please?”
Alexa looked at her master with a plea in her eyes. Will just smiled at her.
“Why do you want to touch her?” he asked.
“She’s…just so incredible looking,” Emma replied. “I’d love to touch her.”
Will said something quietly to Stan, who smiled and nodded.
“I’ll tell you what,” Will turned back to Emma. “You strip naked and you can touch her, kiss her, whatever you want.”
“Really?” Emma asked, reddening even as she smiled.
Alexa shook her head ‘no’ violently. She’d never had a woman ‘touch’ her before.
“Do it,” Stan said. “I’d like to see it.”
Emma looked at Alexa, then back at the men. “You mean, right here?” she asked. “Right now?” She looked nervous and excited.
“Strip,” Will ordered.
Emma began to undress and quickly shed everything she was wearing, letting it fall to the ground and kicking it away. Alexa saw that they might be the same height, but Emma was more generously built, with pale, fair skin, full breasts with puffy pink nipples and an untrimmed thatch of silky golden pubic hair. When both men nodded, Emma put her arms around Alexa’s naked body, cooing happily as she rubbed herself against her, breasts to breasts, belly to belly. Alexa struggled to pull away, but the ropes held her fast. She wanted to protest, but when she opened her mouth and looked at Will he just pulled her torn panties out of his pocket and smiled nastily. Alexa whined and submitted.
“Kiss her,” Will ordered. Alexa had been moving her head to avoid exactly that, but at her master’s command she stopped. Emma took Alexa’s head in her hands and kissed her. It wasn’t a quick, affectionate peck, either, but a long, slow, sensuous kiss. All Alexa could do was close her eyes and wait for it to be over. She felt Emma’s tongue trying to pry her mouth open and clenched her teeth. After a while, Emma gave up. She went behind Alexa and hugged her close again, her hands cupping Alexa’s breasts and teasing her nipples.
Alexa moaned a sound of mixed shame and frustration. She tried to shake the blonde off, but couldn’t. Emma just giggled at her futile efforts and slid her hands down to Alexa’s thighs, caressing them, slowly working inwards. Alexa bucked.
“She’s strong,” Emma said. “Oooh, she’s strong! If she wasn’t all tied up I don’t think she’d let me touch her at all. I don’t think she’s into girls.”
Alexa looked at Will with a plea in her eyes. All he did was smile at her, and she felt a flare of anger. Who the hell did he think he was, treating her like this? She fought the ropes binding her furiously, even though she already knew that it was pointless. She heard Emma laughing excitedly. The blonde came back in front of her.
“You’ve never been with another woman, have you?” she asked Alexa, who shook her head ‘no’ angrily.
“Too bad,” Emma feigned disappointment as she reached up to gently tweak one of Alexa’s nipples. “We could be such good friends. I could teach you so much.”
Alexa threw her head back so that she didn’t have to look at this twisted, naked blonde and made a wordless sound of frustration and shame. Emma promptly began sucking on the nipple she’d just been tweaking, and Alexa’s head snapped back up as she squalled angrily.
“Oh, relax,” Emma stopped sucking and looked up at her with a smile. Her hand was squeezing Alexa’s breast, keeping the nipple easily available. “I’m sure you’ve had your tits sucked before, even if it’s never been by another woman.” She took the nipple in her mouth again, sucking it, swirling her hot, wet tongue around it, her eyes closed as she made small sounds of pleasure. Alexa quit struggling, let her head fall back again and shut her eyes. She might not be able to stop it, but at least she didn’t have to watch. She felt Emma suck and tease her nipple into achingly sensitive, swollen erection and then go on to the other one, giving it the same slow, thorough, carnal treatment. The men had to be getting off on watching her humiliation, she was sure. The problem was, she was starting to get off on it too, and she didn’t think she’d be able to hide that fact for much longer, in spite of the additional humiliation that would bring down on her. Meanwhile, Emma kept working at her nipple, teasing it mercilessly with her lips and tongue.
“Is she getting wet?” Alexa heard Will ask. A moment later, she felt Emma’s fingers at her pussy, stroking it gently.
“A little,” Emma replied. “I can make her wetter.” Alexa felt her face reddening and groaned.
Emma suddenly squealed, and her hands and mouth were just as suddenly gone. Alexa lifted her head to see what had happened. Will had the girl in a headlock as Stan cuffed her hands behind her. Once Emma was secured, Stan hustled her away back into the far side of the shed. Alexa could still hear the high-pitched, excited noises that Emma was making, but she couldn’t see her any more. Will stepped close and took the nipple Emma had just been working between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed, hard enough to make Alexa wince and hiss in pain through clenched teeth.
“You want out?” he asked her, still pinching her nipple. Alexa shook her head ‘no’.
“You want Emma back?”
Again, Alexa shook her head ‘no’. She could hear deep, rhythmic male grunts coming from the other side of the shed now, punctuated by more high-pitched, excited noises from Emma.
“We’ll see how you feel in a little while,” he grinned wickedly. He let go of her nipple and went around behind her where she couldn’t see.
“You still have a lot to learn,” he said to her. “Submission is more than letting things happen to you when you can’t do anything to stop them.”
Something struck her across her ass, hard enough to sting. Alexa jerked and yelped. She tried to twist her head around to see what had struck her. Will held it up for her to see. It looked like a short-handled cat-’o-nine-tails, but it had way more than nine ‘tails’ on it. She looked from it to Will, eyes wide.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, no.”
“Interestin’ thing about this little toy,” Will said as he flourished it, making Alexa flinch. “It’s designed to sting more than hurt. Don’t know how they did it, but I’d really have to put everything I got into it to make it raise a welt.” He flicked it across Alexa’s ass, not hard enough to sting, but she cried out all the same.
“Now, I’m gonna use this on you ‘til you either bail out or ask for Emma to be brought back.” He took a quick look in the other couple’s direction. Alexa could still hear the grunts and squeals coming from that way. “But as it looks like Emma’s gonna be busy for a little wh
ile, I suggest you just brace yourself until then.”
With that, he brought the whip slashing across Alexa’s ass again. This time, she clenched her teeth and grunted in pain.
“It’s okay if you scream,” Will said to her.
“Fuck you!” she spat. He struck her again, harder, across the backs of her thighs.
“You got a real cute ass and all, but I can whip other parts of you too,” he said. He demonstrated by quickly striking her across her calves, her shoulders, and then her ass again. Each blow stung, each blow made her cry out.
“You wanna quit?” he asked. “You want out?” And then he whipped her ass again.
“No!” Alexa screamed. The stinging whip flicked across her thighs: “No!” He struck her across the small of her back: “No!”
The whipping stopped. Alexa gasped and panted, grateful for the reprieve, which was very short-lived. Will hit her ass with the whip again, the hardest stroke yet. This time, Alexa shrieked. She sobbed when Will began fondling her rump.
“Turnin’ a nice deep pink color,” he said. He patted her there, making her whimper. She braced herself for another blow, but instead he came around in front of her, twirling the whip in one hand as he looked up and down the length of her naked body, apparently trying to decide where he would strike her first. There was no doubt in her mind that he would use that whip, unless she said the word that would end her suffering and humiliation and along with it any chance she’d ever had of winning this insane competition, or…
“Emma!” she cried out. “EMMA!”
Will had just raised the whip. It looked as if he’d decided to use it on her breasts first, but he checked himself at Alexa’s desperate cry. He slung the whip over his shoulder and walked away. Alexa heard Emma complain briefly, and then Will and Stan appeared, dragging her along between them. She was still handcuffed as they made her kneel before Alexa, right between her parted legs.
“Make her wetter,” Will ordered. He flicked the whip across Emma’s ass. She yelped and rose up on her knees, her tongue out. She buried her face in Alexa’s pussy and began licking. Will struck her across her ass again. She jerked and squeaked. She began licking faster and harder.
Alexa shuddered and moaned. Emma knew what she was doing, and as humiliating as this was, it was nowhere near as painful as more whipping would have been. Will flogged Emma again. She flinched and lost her place for a moment, quickly found it again, and began licking Alexa’s pussy even more enthusiastically, her tongue lapping and swirling around Alexa’s clit. When Will used the whip on her once more, Emma never lost the beat, though she squeaked in pain.
Alexa sagged, but the ropes held her up. Her thighs were trembling, her legs felt weak and Emma’s attentions were having an effect in spite of everything. She shivered, shuddered and closed her eyes. It made it easier to concentrate on how good she was starting to feel and to pretend that it was all nothing but a warped erotic dream. But the irregular sound of the whip striking Emma’s body and Emma’s squeaks and whimpers whenever it did kept the nasty reality of the situation intruding. All at once it was just too much for her, and she threw back her head and screamed, a sound of anger, frustration and shame. She lost her last shred of resistance and surrendered as Emma worked her up to orgasm. She knew that the men were watching and listening intently as she came, but there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing at all. Let them watch. Let them listen. She surrendered. And then she came again.
“Easy, easy,” Will said. “I’ve got you.” His words cut through the fuzzy pink haze still fogging her mind as he lowered her gently to the ground. Alexa groaned weakly as he laid her down on the straw.
“It hurts,” she complained.
“A couple hours’ rest and you’ll be good as new,” Will told her.
“I’m cold,” she said.
“Taken care of,” Will said. “Emma, get your sore little ass over here.”
Emma snuggled up close to Alexa and put her arms around her. Alexa would have preferred a blanket, but her arms and legs felt too weak and sore to push the other woman away. And Emma was at least something warm and soft.
Chapter Ten
“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?”