by S. J. Lewis
“But…” she dithered, shifting her weight from bare foot to bare foot. “How am I supposed to hike to your lodge like this?”
“Barbie-doll,” Stan shook his head sadly, “There ain’t nothin’ to discuss or debate here. You’re gonna do what we make you do. Understand?”
She just stared at him. Expressions flitted across her face like shadows cast by a flickering firelight.
“I don’t want you bitchin’ or screamin’ or callin’ out for help, either,” Stan went on as he moved closer to her. “So…” Before she could react, he slapped a length of duct tape over her mouth. She stood there, complaining wordlessly as he smoothed it down. Then he slapped her ass hard. She jumped and yelped, but her complaints stopped. Her eyes, wide and disbelieving, went from one of us to another. She found no reassurance in our smiles.
“I’ll tell you the trick,” Stan leaned close to her. “You walk on the balls of your feet. Otherwise it’ll hurt more. Got it?”
She whimpered behind the tape gag and nodded nervously.
“Good girl,” Stan patted her ass right where he’d swatted it a moment ago, and she flinched. That spot probably still stung.
“I guess we’re just about ready to go,” Stan said as he looked around. “We’re just waitin’ on…oh, hey, guys! What took you so long?”
We all turned towards the trail that came into the campsite on the opposite side from the path to the pool. I heard Barbie’s muffled wail as two more men, dressed and equipped for hunting, like we were, arrived. Then she wailed again. Walking along behind them at the end of a chain leash was another naked woman. She was collared and handcuffed and tape-gagged, just like Barbie was. She wasn’t quite as tall as Barbie, and her complexion was olive instead of peaches-and-cream. Her curly dark hair was cut short. It didn’t quite reach down to her shoulders. She saw us waiting there and she balked. Jim, the big, burly guy holding the end of her chain leash, didn’t even look back. He just pulled hard on her leash, and she had to come along. She wasn’t built as generously as Barbie either, but I didn’t see any cause to complain. She had a taut, athletic body with B-cup tits and slender hips. If I’d had to guess, I would have said she probably ran track or was into gymnastics.
“Fred, Jim,” Stan smiled and nodded as he reached out to shake their hands in turn. “Good to see you. What’ve you got here?” he nodded towards their prize. Jim hauled on her leash to drag her front and center. She didn’t seem to want to go along, but she went.
“Answers to ‘Toy’”, Jim answered in his deep, gravelly voice. He held her in place by her leash while we took a better look at Toy. While we did that, he and Fred eyed up Barbie.
Toy was a little under average height for a woman, but she had long, lean legs. Unlike Barbie, her pussy looked like it was shaved clean. She had a small heart tattoo just above her butt crack, and a small gold ring through the light brown nipple of her left breast. Stan gave it an experimental tug, and she squalled angrily at him through the duct tape.
“This one needs some trainin’,” Stan commented.
“Fucks like a mink,” Jim rumbled. “Had to cuff her to keep ‘er from rakin’ our backs with her nails.” We laughed and Toy glared at us over her tape gag.
“Nice tight little piece,” Mike commented as he ran a hand up her bare flank. Toy seemed to be recovering from her surprise. She muttered angrily, but she didn’t try to pull away. Barbie, on the other hand, looked like she was close to panic. She’d just gotten used to being a naked woman among three men, more or less. Now there were five men, plus another naked woman. She looked as if she wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere. We hauled her into the middle of the group so that she was facing Toy from only a couple of feet away. She wouldn’t or couldn’t look at Toy. Toy had no problems looking at Barbie, though. She didn’t seem to approve of her new companion.
“This here’s Barbie,” Stan said happily. He patted her hip like he was petting his dog. “She may seem a little shy right now, but once she gets a full head of steam up she’s a right noisy girl. Scared the tree frogs last night, she did.”
Jim and Fred laughed. “We know,” Jim nodded. “We could hear her.” He grinned and gave Toy’s leash a sharp tug. “I like those tits,” Fred commented. He reached out to fondle them briefly, probably to make sure they were real. Barbie blushed deep red and looked up at the sky like she was checking to see if it was going to rain.
“Let’s get a move on,” Stan suggested. “It ain’t that far to the lodge, but it’ll take us a while to get it all up and running. Jim, you think you can lead our ladies along all by yourself?”
Jim guffawed. He was well over six feet tall and built like a tank. All by himself he outweighed the two girls put together. Barbie bitched as we chained her and Toy together by their necks, but we ignored her. Toy just glared at us. We ignored her as well. It wasn’t that far to the lodge, but they’d be pretty worn out physically by the time we got there. Stan had given her good advice when he told her to walk on the balls of her feet. That would protect her tender pink soles from all the hard and pointy things along the trail. It would also put a strain on the muscles of her sweet long legs.
It might not be far to the lodge, but we had to go slow because of our captives. Toy followed along right after Jim, and Barbie brought up the rear, mincing along almost on her toes, limping and whining and whimpering behind her tape gag. Fred brought up the rear. He was supposed to keep an eye out for anyone coming up the trail behind us, but he spent as much time watching Barbie’s ass as he did checking the trail. At first, Barbie kept nervously looking back at him over her shoulder, but after half an hour of walking it was all she could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other while she kept scanning the trail for anything that might hurt her bare feet. Normally, we’d stop for a rest every so often, but we never did that when we had naked women in tow. The more tired they were when we finally got to the lodge the more they believed that we were far, far out into the boondocks and the more pliable they were when we started the next phase of their training and conditioning. We were all looking forward to that. It’s nice and private at the lodge, and as appealing as a woman can look with a ball gag stuffed in her mouth some times you just want to hear all the noises they make, or how many cusswords they know.
Stan spent some time walking alongside Toy, sizing her up. She was sullen at first, glaring at him over her tape gag. But the more Stan kept looking her up and down the more nervous she got. Soon she wasn’t glaring at him any more. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at him. After a while, Stan seemed satisfied and he moved back up to the front of the line, next to me.
“We got two real good ones this time,” he chuckled. “Barbie wants to believe that she can’t help herself. As long as we got her believin’ she ain’t responsible, we can get her to do most anything, after a while. That Toy, though…she wants to be forced. She wants to fight. She’ll be easier to train, but harder to break.”
“How can you tell?” I asked him.
“Ah, c’mon,” he shrugged. “How many years we been doin’ this? You learn to recognize the types. It’d get borin’ if it weren’t for all the little diff’rences and all the diff’rent shapes and sizes pretty young women come in. When we run out of diff’rent shapes and sizes, I guess I’ll hang it up.”
We trudged along down the trail. After a while it started to climb a low, rounded hill and we knew we were close to the lodge. When we got to the top of the hill, we could see it nestled into a hollow up ahead. Whoever had first built it had built it entirely out of logs. It looked like it belonged there among the trees. Off to the right, we could see the lake, and the dock that jutted out into it. There was no road to the place. All the supplies had to come in by boat. Like I said, it was nice and private there.
Both girls made sounds of relief when they saw the lodge. Both of them were limping by now, and it was slow going down the hill, as eager as they were to get there and rest. I went on ahead and climbed the split-log ste
ps to the covered porch. I saw a folded sheet of paper stuck in the door, so I knew that the general store at the other end of the lake had delivered what we’d ordered. The door wasn’t locked. What would be the point, way out here? It’s not like a neighbor would hear it if someone busted a window to get in. A couple of punks did try breaking in once. They stole a boat from the lake marina and came in through the unlocked front door waving their pistols and announcing that this was a robbery. But we’d heard them coming from a long way away, and when they came bursting through the door they found three guys with shotguns waiting for them. When they turned to run, they met two more guys with shotguns waiting for them. One tried to shoot. He went down with a load of birdshot in his leg and his buddy gave up. That was probably the only smart thing he did that night. We called the county sheriff and had his deputies come pick them up. How stupid to you have to be to try and rob a bunch of hunters?
We led the girls inside. It was dark and cool in the lodge and from the sounds they started making it must have been kind of chilly for the way they were dressed. We were used to that, too. Jim led them over to the fireplace and spread the old bearskin rug on the floor in front of it. He made them lie down on it while he set about starting a fire. The rest of us piled our packs in the big common room and then split up to get the lodge up and running. Stan went down into the basement to get the generator started, I went into the kitchen with Jack to stash away all the groceries that had been delivered and Fred went back outside to open up the heavy wooden shutters over the windows. Barbie and Toy just lay there together on the rug. They were too tired and cold to care much about anything but sharing their body heat. They made a cute picture cuddled together nipple to nipple. They stayed like that until Jim got the fire going, and then shyly moved apart so they could sit side by side and bask in the warmth of the fire. By the time we’d gotten everything done they were leaning against each other. I don’t think they quite realized what they were doing, because they looked like they were both half-asleep.
We peeled off their duct-tape gags and held bottles of water for them so they could drink. Barbie gulped hers down greedily while Toy took slow, careful sips. There wasn’t much chance that they could be suffering much from thirst. We gave them a little jerky to eat. Toy had more of an appetite than Barbie did.
We made them lie face-down on the rug so we could remove their handcuffs. Both girls groaned with relief as their wrists were freed. Then Stan started massaging Barbie’s calves. She yelped at his touch.
“Kinda hurts, don’t it?” Stan asked.
“Yes.” Barbie replied without lifting her head.
“Don’t worry,” Stan grinned as he dug his fingers into her flesh. “I’ll make sure they don’t cramp up on you later. Jim, why don’t you see to Toy?”
“Sure,” Jim agreed. He knelt down next to Toy and started massaging her legs. Neither girl moved at first, but both made little noises of pain as Stan and Jim worked the kinks out of their legs. The noises changed when they worked their way up to their thighs. The rest of us just sat around, watching and sipping beer that wasn’t very cold. Barbie had just left her arms lying at her sides when she’d been uncuffed. Now she slowly brought her hands up to either side of her head. We could see her fingers digging into the fur of the rug. Toy just laid there, her arms at her sides. She barely moved, but we could see her face from where we were sitting. Her eyes were closed, and it didn’t look like she was finding any part of Jim’s massage unpleasant.
“All right, ladies,” Stan said finally. He patted Barbie’s sweet round ass affectionately before he stood up. “Let’s get down to business. Get up on your hands and knees.”
Jim gave Toy’s tight rump a harder swat. She yelped and her eyes flew open. She saw us watching her, and turned her head away. “You heard the man,” he said. “Get up.”
They obeyed, slowly and hesitantly. Barbie braced herself, no doubt expecting to be taken from behind. Toy didn’t bother with that. She seemed resigned to whatever would come next.
“Legs apart,” Stan ordered. The women spread their legs as best they could, since they were already almost thigh-to-thigh. Both of them waited, their heads hanging low, their eyes fixed on the bearskin rug under them. For a long moment, the only sound in the lodge was of the fire crackling in the fireplace. They looked very nice like that, still chained together by their slender necks, pictures of female submission. The leashed, naked hike had done what it was supposed to. They were both too worn to do much in the way of complaining or resisting.
Toy also wasn’t much for waiting. “Are you going to fuck us now?” she asked once the silence had dragged on long enough to make her uneasy. Stan walked over to squat down beside her.
“What did you say?” he asked mildly.
“I asked if you were going to fuck us,” she answered without moving her gaze from the bearskin rug. Stan brought his hand down on her ass with a resounding slap. Toy yelped and started, but she stayed on all fours. “Sonofabitch!” she yelled. That got her another stinging slap. She yelped and jumped in place, staying on all fours.
“You gotta learn, little darlin’,” Stan said in a very friendly and totally unreassuring voice. “Here, you don’t speak ‘til you’re spoken to, and not always then. And if you do speak, you always end a sentence with ‘sir’. You got that?” He reached under her to take her nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger.
“Yes, sir!” she answered.
“Good. Now, what was it you asked that started all this?” He pinched her nipple gently.
“I…I asked if you were going to fuck us, sir!” Toy’s voice was a bit higher than usual.
“Gettin’ eager for it?” Stan chuckled. “Well, the answer is that yes, we are, and a lot, and in lotsa different ways, but not right here and not right now. For now, you two sweet young things just stay like you are while we make us some lunch. If you behave, we’ll give you some. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Toy almost mumbled.
“You understand too, Barbie?” Stan called out to her.
“Yes, sir!” Barbie’s voice quavered. I couldn’t tell if she was scared or excited.
“Good,” Stan nodded. “Now, arch your backs a little for us. We kinda like to look at you both like that.” The girls obeyed. They both kept their heads down, and waited.
Chapter Four
Lunch wasn’t anything special. With the generator up and running we had electricity. The four-burner stove in the kitchen ran off a supply of propane, and while the tank showed as nearly full, no one felt like firing it up. Instead, we nuked some hot dogs in the old microwave. The general store hadn’t delivered any rolls for them, but we had plenty of bread. We also had some canned baked beans and canned sauerkraut, but we didn’t bother opening them. We weren’t that hungry for food right now. If we wanted anything to put on our hot dogs we had mustard, ketchup and relish. There was just enough room around the battered wooden kitchen table for all five of us to sit and eat, but instead we took the platter of wieners, a loaf of bread, the condiments and some paper plates back out into the common room. We set up an old card table to put the stuff on and settled in for the fun. There were three mismatched armchairs in the common room, but no couch, so we brought out a couple of kitchen chairs so that all of us could sit and watch.
Neither girl had moved. Toy wasn’t arching her back at first, but she did so when she heard us coming back. She risked a quick sidelong glance before going back to staring at the rug she was on. We made a production of eating the hot dogs. The women had to be getting pretty hungry by now. We were baiting them to see if they’d move or speak up. It looked like Toy wanted to, but Barbie just hung her head lower and lower and waited.
“You girls hungry?” Stan asked at last.
“Yes, sir,” they answered, almost in unison.
“Thirsty?”
“Yes, sir.” This time it was in unison. Stan picked up a hot dog from the platter and went over to them. He squatted down in front of Toy.
Gripping her by her dark hair, he pulled her head up so that she was looking at him.
“Here ya go,” he smiled, holding the end of the hot dog to her lips. She took a quick bite from it, chewed it briefly and swallowed. Stan looked at the stump of the hot dog he was left holding and shook his head.
“That ain’t the way to do it at all, girl,” he told her. “Now you’re just gonna hafta wait. Watch and learn,” he said, giving her head a shake. She looked daggers at him, but didn’t say anything. He dropped the remnant of the hot dog onto the rug in front of her and went back to get another one. This time he went to Barbie and pulled her head up by her ponytail. She looked fearful, but I couldn’t imagine why.
“Now, Barbie,” Stan smiled at her. “You saw Toy here eat her hot dog the wrong way. I’m bettin’ that you’re a smart girl and you know the right way. Show her how it’s done.”
He held the end of the hot dog to her lips. She drew back a little, looked at it there in Stan’s hand and then back up at Stan. She shot us all a sideways look before she opened her mouth and took the end of the hot dog in. She sucked on it gently, her eyes closed, moving her head minutely back and forth.
“Good girl,” Stan grinned. “A little deeper now,” he said, sliding the wiener in slowly. He kept going until she choked and gagged. Then he pulled it back out. “That’s okay, girl,” he said. “You’ll learn. Here you go. You can take a bite now.”
She kept her eyes on him as she bit off the end of the hot dog and chewed it. Once she’d swallowed, Stan held the rest of it up to her lips. She started sucking it again.
“No, you can have the whole thing now, Barbie,” Stan said to her. “You only have to suck it at first. Once you’ve swallowed, you can stop sucking.”
It was an old joke to us, but we all still laughed. Barbie’s face went beet red, but she was so hungry that she gobbled the last of the hot dog down as quickly as she could. When Stan offered her the rest of Toy’s hot dog, she ate that too. Stan patted her head and told her that she was a good girl before he came back to get another wiener. Then he went back to Toy.