by S. J. Lewis
“Stop!” she heard a deep male voice call out. She ignored it and kept running. She felt a sudden sharp pain in her ankle as she stumbled across some exposed tree roots, but kept going all the same. As she kept running, the pain slowly faded away, or maybe all the adrenaline coursing through her body just made it seem that way. Adrenaline will only keep you going so far, though, and after a while she realized that her breathing was becoming ragged. But she could still hear those footsteps behind her, coming closer and closer. How long could her pursuers keep up this pace? She began to fear that they could do it for longer than she could.
A man came into her field of view off to her right. Alexa veered to the left to get away from him, and the next thing she knew she could see another man coming up on her left, so she veered to her right. This happened a couple of times before she realized that they were herding her along as much as they were chasing her, and her heart sank. If they were able to do that while they were chasing her, she was finished. Maybe not right this moment, but soon. She clung to the hope that End was just up ahead for as long as she could, but as she kept running through the woods without ever catching sight of any trace of civilization, that hope withered away and died. She was never going to escape from these determined men. In spite of her own superb physical condition she was almost at the point of collapse, and all she could do now was either give herself up or wait until they pulled her down. All of a sudden she didn't want to drag this out any longer. She wobbled to a halt, shed her backpack, and wearily turned to face her pursuers, raising her hands in surrender.
They approached her slowly, warily, alertly, as if they expected her to make one last attempt to get away. She recognized two of them from before. The third Anderson brother was taller and a bit older, but he had the same build and general appearance. They were dressed almost identically in faded khaki. There was no sign of Martina, who must have been left far behind. Alexa dropped to her knees as the men closed in. She had to. Now that she'd given up, her body was reacting and she felt suddenly tired and weak and her legs just couldn't keep her upright any longer. She made no resistance as the elder Anderson pushed her down onto her stomach on the forest floor. She heard a faint beep near her ear as her capture was duly registered wherever the Hell they registered such things in Gordburg, and then they began binding her wrists tightly behind her with what felt like tough rope. She still couldn't have fought them even if she'd wanted to. For now, it was enough that the grueling chase was over.
“You surely did make us work for it, Missy,” she heard one of her captors say. “Too bad for you.”
They let her lie there unmolested for a little while, and now she could hear how hard they were breathing themselves as they sat down around her.
“This is really her, hey?” The voice was gravelly. Alexa guessed it came from the elder brother. “Too bad she's not our type. We could have a lot of fun with a female with as much stamina as this one's got.”
“We can still have some fun,” one of the other brothers puffed. “Just gimme a minute to catch my breath.”
“Did you get her? Did you get her? Where is she?”
Alexa heard Martina's voice, coming in wheezy gasps, and stifled a groan. She worried about what the men might do to her, but she dreaded whatever Martina might dream up.
“She's right there,” the gravelly-voiced older brother replied. “Come on, boys, let's get her up and find a place to make camp for the night.”
They got Alexa to her feet. She still couldn't quite stand on her own, so the two Andersons she'd embarrassed earlier each took her by an arm to keep her up and move her along. Martina stayed close, taunting Alexa every step of the way with insults, sneers and threats that sounded all too possible for Alexa's peace of mind. It seemed to take forever before they came to a place to camp, a small clearing with a tiny stream flowing nearby. Here they forced Alexa to lie down again. They pulled off her boots and socks before they untied her wrists.
“Get your clothes off now, Missy,” the elder Anderson ordered as his brothers set about making a campfire. “You won't like it if we have to strip you.”
“I'll do it!” Martina volunteered eagerly.
“Shut up, woman. You'll have your fun.”
Alexa struggled up onto her knees and then got to her feet. Her bare feet, now. She remembered how painful it had been last year, trying to walk in the woods after Lynette had stolen her boots. Slowly, wearily, resignedly, she undressed, and soon she stood naked in front of her captors. The elder Anderson looked her over minutely, walking slowly around her.
“She ain't what I was expecting,” he commented. “From what you said about her being a personal trainer I was kinda expecting something more muscular. She looks damned good, though.” He reached out and squeezed one of Alexa's breasts, not gently, but not too hard. “Nice tits,” he smiled down at Alexa. “Barry, Simon, get her strung up for us. It'll be getting dark soon, but I think we can keep this party going all night.”
They stood Alexa up between two small, straight trees and wrapped cloth around her wrists before wrapping ropes around them, stretching her arms out, and tying her to the trees. While the cloth wrappings made her bindings easier to bear, Alexa wished that they hadn't cut her shirt up to make them. They wrapped her ankles with more of her cut-up clothing before binding them. She tried to resist as they pulled her legs well apart before tying off her ankles to those trees, but it was pointless. Now she was stretched out and vulnerable, and more than a little scared, But every time she thought about using the bailout phrase, Alexa would catch sight of Martina's gloating face. She would not chicken out in front of that woman, no matter what might be done to her.
“Open wide, Missy,” the elder Anderson ordered. Alexa obeyed. He thrust a thick stick, cleaned of dirt and bark, back between her teeth and tied it in place with the last rags cut from her shirt. Martina came forward, wielding Alexa's belt like a whip.
“Now?” she asked eagerly.
“Go ahead, woman,” the elder Anderson replied. “She can't bite her tongue now, but she can still beg for mercy if she wants.”
Martina went behind Alexa, and Alexa fought the urge to try to turn her head and see what the other woman was doing. She had no doubts about what was coming, and no desire to see Martina's face while she did it.
The first hard blow struck her across her ass, and it stung! Alexa went up on her toes from the sudden shock and pain, but the only sound she made was a grunt. The second blow had the same effect, and then there was a pause that was almost as hard to bear as the stinging pains. The third blow fell across the backs of Alexa's thighs, and it hurt enough for her to cry out. Apparently pleased with that result, Martina whipped Alexa across the backs of her thighs again, then across her calves before returning her attentions to Alexa's ass. Alexa bit down hard on the stick in her mouth, but after the fifth or sixth or seventh blow the pain was too much. She threw back her head and screamed up at the sky. Martina struck her again.
“That's enough, woman,” the elder Anderson said gruffly.
“No, it isn't!” Martina protested. “I told you what she did to me! She's earned a lot more payback than she's gotten so far!”
“I said, that's enough! Now get back over by the fire. You can watch for a while.”
“All right,” Martina said grumpily, sounding like a surly child. Alexa's relief at being spared any further flogging lasted for only a moment as the elder Anderson pressed himself against her, running his hands slowly, possessively, up and down her flanks before he reached around to grip her ass tightly with his hands. They were hard, rough hands, and they felt even harder and rougher against the welts Martina had surely raised.
“Mmmm,” the elder Anderson said with a smile. “Nice, tight body all over.” He thrust his hips against Alexa with a wicked grin. Alexa could only look up at him. He had a predator's expression. “You know, I think I'd really like to tap that nice, tight ass of yours first, Missy,” he told her.
Alexa whimpere
d. She couldn't stop him if he wanted to do that. No, she really could stop him if she wanted to, but she wasn't going to do that with Martina watching. All she could do was hope that the Andersons had brought some sort of lubricant along.
“Oh, you don't want to do that,” someone called out from the surrounding woods. Everyone turned to see who had spoken, Alexa included. She knew that voice. And then she saw Will emerge from the woods. He was unshaven and a little dusty, but he had never looked better to her.
Chapter Thirteen
“Just who the Hell are you, and how the fuck do you know what we don't want to do?” the elder Anderson demanded as Will approached.
“Oh, hey, no offense meant,” Will said as he held up his hands. “She's your catch, and you can all do what you want with her. I'm just sayin' that you've got one of the world's tightest pussies strung up there, and it would be a shame to let it go unused.”
“And how do you happen to know that?” one of the other Andersons demanded.
“Oh, sorry,” Will chuckled. “I should've introduced myself. I'm Will Longstreet. I caught that tight pussy there last year in a competition up on the north side.”
“I heard about that,” the elder Anderson said. “Heard about you before, Mr. Longstreet, and I have to say it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Tom Anderson, and these are my brothers, Barry and Simon.” He held out his hand, and Will shook it.
“Please, call me Will,” he said. “I've heard quite a bit about you fellows too. Got to say, I'm impressed.”
“Can we please get on with this?” Martina complained.
Tom looked at her coldly. “You just sit down and be quiet, woman,” he said. “We're talking.” He turned back to Will. “Surprising we haven't met before,” he said.
“Not so surprising,” Will shrugged. “We hunt different types of females. You fellows like the athletic little ones, right? Me, I got a thing for the tall ones.” He pointed at Alexa. “She kinda falls in between our preferences. Why'd you go after her, if you don't mind my askin'?”
“She showed up my brothers just outside one of the southside hamlets some days ago,” Tom replied. He went over to Alexa and began stroking her bare flesh. “We had some time, so I figured we should run her down and teach her a lesson. Tight pussy, you say?” His hand slid down across Alexa's toned belly and tickled at her labia, just about where her clitoris lay hidden. Alexa squirmed.
“Tightest I ever had,” Will replied. “She's really flexible, too.”
“You trained her?”
“A bit,” Will shrugged again. “Didn't have as much time as I would've liked, since it took me so long to catch her. You fellows planning on keepin' her a while?”
“Haven't decided yet,” Tom answered. “Though we do plan on putting her through her paces tonight.” He looked into Alexa's eyes and grinned wickedly. Alexa whimpered, then shuddered as his fingers caressed the length of her slit. Then he seemed to think of something and turned back to Will. “But what are you doing out here?” he asked.
“Like I said, I got a thing for tall women,” Will replied. “Like that one sittin' over there.” He gestured towards Martina, who suddenly looked alarmed. “Why's she along?”
Tom barely gave the tall blonde a glance. “She heard who we were after and said she wanted to come along and help,” he said. “Claimed she knew her. She wasn't much real help, though.”
“So she's not really a part of your team?” Will asked. Alexa saw Martina begin to get to her feet, moving slowly.
“Nah,” Tom said. “We let her tag along to see what she'd do to this one if we caught her. Seems like she's got some sort of grudge.”
“Uh-huh,” Will nodded sagely. He turned to look directly at Martina, and for the first time Alexa saw that he was wearing some sort of bulky pistol in a holster at his hip. Last year, he'd brought her down with an anesthetic dart in her ass, fired from an air rifle. She guessed that he'd switched to an air pistil.
“You fellows attached to this tall blonde female at all?” Will asked casually as his hand went to the pistol.
“Nope,” Tom Anderson shook his head. “Not our type.”
Things suddenly moved very, very quickly. As Martina whirled to run, Will drew the pistol and fired. Alexa heard a loud 'Pop!', saw Martina jump and heard her screech as the dart hit her right in her tight, round rump. It didn't stop her from running off into the woods though, and since it was getting dark now she was soon out of sight. Will casually holstered his pistol.
“Shouldn't you be chasing that female now?” Tom asked.
“She can't go far,” Will answered. “Anyway, I got a friend out there waitin' to grab her.”
Another angry female screech split the air and Will smiled. “See? She's not goin' anywhere. You fellows mind if we stay and share your campfire for the night?”
Alexa would have smiled if the stick wedged between her teeth would have allowed it. She might be in for a rough night, but now so was Martina.
“Hell, why not,” Tom said. “You can tell me a bit about what kind of training you gave this tough little bitch.” He gave Alexa's rump an open-handed swat, and she yelped.
“She's been put through a little bit of everything,” Will replied as he looked Alexa over. “She don't much care for anal, but she'll take it if she's got to. Tight pussy, like I said. And she's got a real talent for cock sucking, but ain't quite got the knack of swallowing down yet. But it's been a little while since I last seen her, so she might have learned a thing or two on her own. One thing you probably oughtta know is that she's got a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but she can get real shy about havin' other people watch her get fucked.”
“Interesting,” Tom mused. He slipped around behind Alexa and reached around her to fondle her breasts. She squeaked when he pinched her nipples. “Now you've got me wanting to find out just how tight her pussy is. You know any tricks for getting her warmed up?”
“I don't know anything that might apply in this situation,” Will answered with a shrug. “Like I said, she's a bit shy about gettin' fucked in front of an audience.”
“I guess we'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way, then,” Tom said, almost directly into Alexa's ear. “Just relax, female,” he went on in a softer, more intimate tone as his hands slid down between her legs. Alexa squirmed, protesting, even though she knew it wouldn't do her any good.
A man came out of the darkening woods, carrying Martina's limp form slung over his shoulder. Martina's famously photogenic ass hid his face from view at first, but when he roughly dumped his prize onto the ground near Will, Alexa recognized Mike. He smiled at her.
“Got yourself into a real fix, didn't you?” he observed. “But, hey, you beat the old record, so you shouldn't feel too badly.” He looked her spread and naked body up and down. “Damn, you do look good!”
“Would you get back on the job?” Will asked as he stretched Martina out full-length on the ground. “Help me skin this long-legged bitch before she comes around.”
“I could have used some help carrying her back here,” Mike responded. “She's a big girl.”
“I was havin' a conversation with our hosts,” Will said without looking up as he crouched over Martina's recumbent form. He ripped open the blonde's shirt and then sliced her brassiere apart with a pocket knife..
Strung up between the two trees, Alexa watched as Will and Mike quickly stripped Martina down to her beautiful skin. She noticed that the volleyball player had some faint tan lines just before Tom Anderson's fingers started doing things to her pussy that made her gasp, shudder, and lose focus.
“I think she likes to watch,” Tom called out. “Hey, Barry, Simon, come on over and lend a hand. Get that gag out of her mouth for a start, and bring her some water.” He kept on fingering Alexa, gently but firmly as his brothers came over to help. One of them held a water bottle to Alexa's mouth after his brother had removed the gag and she'd worked a cramp out of her jaws.
“You do like to watch, don't y
ou?” Tom asked with a hint of a smirk on his face. Alexa merely nodded after she'd gulped down all of the water she was offered. There were rough male hands all over her body now, stroking, fondling and squeezing, and muscular male bodies pressing up against hers from in front, from behind, and from the side. As distracting as all that physical contact was becoming, it wasn't quite enough to make her tear her gaze away from what Will and Mike were doing to Martina. They had bound her wrists together over her head and tied them off to the trunk of another small tree. The tall blonde's ankles were also tied together. The two men had stretched her out full-length on her back and seemed to be looking for a good place to anchor their prize to. Martina had only recovered a little from the effects of the tranquilizer dart, so her struggles were feeble. Even as she felt her body beginning to respond to all the attention it was getting, Alexa wanted very much to see what was going to happen to Martina. In fact, watching that blonde bitch getting what was coming to her only added to her growing arousal.
“Well,” Tom went on as his fingers kept probing and stroking her, inside and out, “it does seem to be helping you along here, but when I fuck a female I like to be the center of her attention. Simon, go get that blonde's shirt and bring it on over here, would you?”
Alexa wondered absently about why he would want Martina's shirt, but then Tom hit an especially sensitive spot. She shuddered, threw her head back and hissed through clenched teeth.
“That's more like it,” Tom said with a nasty little chuckle as he tickled that very same spot again. Again, Alexa shuddered and hissed. The other Anderson brother, who had to be Barry, was still roughly fondling her breasts, squeezing her nipples and pulling on them. Her vision got blurry just before it went away completely. She panicked about that for a moment until she realized that Martina's shirt had been pulled over her head and was somehow being tied in place. She tossed her head, trying to dislodge it, but it was no good.