The Novice Prey & the Daring Prey (21 page)

It was a large room, not anywhere near as big as the one that currently held the caged women, but much, much larger than the little suite she’d spent last night in. The walls and floor were all of thick wooden planks. There were some shelves along one wall, but Alexa barely noticed those. Her attention was riveted by what occupied the center of the room: It was an ‘X’-shaped platform that stood about waist high, mounted on a thick round pedestal. Each arm of the X was a plank four inches wide and about an inch thick, covered by a thin black vinyl-covered pad that looked a lot like the one in her cage, only much smaller. The body of the platform looked wide enough to comfortably accommodate a body. The shape of the thing made it perfectly clear what its purpose was. Alexa stared at it and shivered deliciously. Will came up close behind her and freed her wrists. When he put his arms around her waist she leaned back against him and purred.

“I think you’re actually looking forward to this, female,” Will breathed into her ear, making her shiver again. “Why, look at these,” his hands came up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were puffily erect. He squeezed her breasts gently, making her nipples even more prominent. “Someone might think you were looking forward to it as well.”

Alexa didn’t say anything. He hadn’t asked her a question, and the way he was holding her now made it difficult for her to even form words. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back against his chest, and moaned. He fondled her for a moment longer before letting go.

“Get up on the stand, female,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Alexa agreed readily. “Face up or face down?” she asked as she began to clamber up onto it.

“Face up,” Will replied. Alexa complied, stretching her arms and legs out along the planks of the X. She held still…well, except for some eager wriggling that she just couldn’t help…while her master slowly and carefully chained her wrists and ankles to the platform. There was a support for her head, but it looked as if it could be removed. She was certain that she would find out about that.

Will began caressing her body, starting with her inner thighs and working his way slowly up along her body. By the time he got to her ribs, Alexa was squirming and moaning softly. He stroked her torso, his hands feeling wonderfully strong and just hard and rough enough to kick Alexa’s arousal up even further. She was ready, more than ready, for him to fuck her now. The way she was chained down and spread would make it very easy for him to do that any time he wanted. Any time
he
wanted, that was, not any time
she
wanted. All she could do was lie back and enjoy it.

He went over to the shelves. Alexa couldn’t see what he was doing, no matter how hard she tried to twist her head around. When he came back, he was holding a wide, round black candle. She saw him light it and put it down on an arm of the platform, just out of reach of her fingers.

“I have wanted to do something special with these from the first day I saw them,” Will said as he rubbed his thumbs slowly back and forth across Alexa’s nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned again. Then she felt him doing something to her head support. It fell away, leaving her head hanging down. She started to raise it, but he pushed her back down. Now she saw him unzipping his pants.

“Open your mouth, female,” he ordered as he drew his cock out. Alexa obeyed eagerly. This was something new. Her master thrust the head of his cock between her lips.

“Suck, female,” he said. He put his hand around her throat, but didn’t squeeze.

This wasn’t only something new, it was something very awkward, but she tried. She couldn’t move her head much, so she used her tongue to compensate. He seemed to like that, but after a little while he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, almost enough to make her gag. He kept his hand on her throat, and then she felt something
hot
splash onto her belly. She arched her back and grunted and there was another hot splash. She knew what it had to be, though she couldn’t see much besides her master’s balls. There was another hot little impact, and another. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it certainly made an impression. She felt the drips of hot wax moving up along her body and tried to relax. The cock in her mouth was making her drool. It was also making it a little difficult for her to breathe. Her master kept his hand on her throat, and the maddening, intoxicating drips of hot wax kept creeping higher and higher. She twitched and squeaked as the first one landed on her breast. The one after that struck her swollen nipple. She twitched again and made a louder squeak.

Her master pulled his cock back, not completely out of her mouth but just far enough for her to gasp in a lungful of air around it. More wax fell on her breasts, on or close to her nipples. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She moaned and groaned around the head of her master’s cock, straining against the cuffs that held her securely in place for this incredible, relentless, sweet, tantalizing torture. After what seemed like hours he stepped back from her and carefully put the candle down. She was puffing and gasping, her wax-splattered chest heaving, her hips grinding futilely. She tried to raise her head, but all of a sudden it just seemed like too much to even try.

“How do you feel, female?” Her master’s face appeared above her. He was smiling.

“Please, master,” she panted. Her mouth felt dry, and she licked her lips. “Please, fuck me! Oh, God,
please
fuck me!”

He stood alongside the frame, still smiling, and put his hand between her legs. Alexa raised her head and hissed as his fingers slipped inside of her, playing with her swollen, achingly sensitive pussy. She let her head drop back down and tried to raise her hips to press herself against his hand. But as she did, he pulled his hand back. Alexa sobbed in frustration.

“Please, Master!” she called out desperately. “Please! I want you! I need you!”

“Have you ever been in such a state before, female?” he asked mildly.

“No!” Alexa wailed. “Never!” she strained at her cuffs again. “Please!” She jerked wildly at her bonds now, making the chains rattle and actually making the frame rock a little. Her master laid the palm of his hand on her belly.

“Be still,” he ordered. Alexa tried to obey, but she couldn’t help twitching and moaning. She felt as if she was on fire, she felt as if she was being devoured by ants, she felt as if an electric current was being passed through her helpless body, and it was all centered around her pussy. Nothing would calm her; nothing could stop the torrent of sensations until her master filled that pussy and fucked it raw.

“Look, female,” her master ordered. Alexa raised her head. It felt like a one-ton weight on the end of her neck now, but she managed. Her master held that unlikely red dildo from last night so that she could see it. As she watched, he also held up what was left of the jar of lubricant, already opened. Smiling, he put it down on the frame next to her, dipped his fingers into it, and then began smearing the gel thickly up and down the dildo.

“I’m sure you were curious about how this felt while you were using it on your girlfriends,” he said as he used the very last of the lubricant. He did something to the base of the dildo and Alexa heard it buzz faintly. She groaned and let her head drop. It came up again an instant later as her master slid the head of it between her pussy lips and slowly, deliberately, brought it up until it was pressing against her clitoris.

Alexa shrieked. Her body bucked furiously, but the chains held her tight. If he just kept that thing there for a little while longer…

But he didn’t. He took it away, leaving her sobbing in frustration. She began to beg again, her voice high-pitched and desperate. She heard him chuckling and felt a sudden surge of anger.

“Stick it in me, you sadist!” she yelled, raising her head. She regretted that instantly.

“Please, Master!” she whined, keeping her head up. “I can’t stand it! Not another minute! Please!”

“When you started this, Alexa Marx,” he said calmly, “did you ever imagine that you’d find yourself in such a state?”

“No,” she sobbed, her head dropping again. “No! Please!”

“And do you want to keep going?” he asked.

Her body was trembling from fingertips to toes. Her arms and legs ached from struggling with her bonds, and she was just beginning to realize how much that lubricating gel could tingle. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. When she spoke her voice was surprisingly calm.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I do. You got me this far, Will. I don’t think another man could have. I want to keep going. I want to find out what happens next. I’m yours. I’m your female. I’m your slave. Make me come. Make me scream.”

He slid the dildo inside of her without another word, and she discovered that there were multiple settings for the vibrator. At that first deep penetration, she screamed. She screamed again as he began sliding it in and out, slowly at first, then a little faster, a little faster and harder… Alexa let her body go as limp as she could so that she could concentrate on the only thing that mattered: Her warm and wet and tingling pussy and the wonderful things that her master was doing to it. But when the first orgasm hit her, her body slipped free of her mind and acted entirely on its own. All she could do was go along for the ride.

“Easy. Easy,” Will said gently as he held the plastic cup of sweet cold water so that she could drink from it. He had brought the head support back up, which was a good thing because she didn’t think her neck muscles could even lift her head any more. Feelings of pleasure still coursed through her, pushed along with every heartbeat. She was exhausted and sweaty and covered with wax drippings, and she couldn’t remember ever feeling this good, this wonderful, in her life. He held her head up as she greedily gulped the cup empty. When he gently let her head down, she sighed deeply.

“How are you, Alexa Marx?” Will asked. Alexa struggled to think of something she could compare to how she felt now.

“I feel like I did right after my first marathon,” she smiled up at him weakly. “Well, just as tired, anyway. Otherwise, I feel much, much better.” She wished that one of her hands was free so that she could reach up and stroke his cheek.

“The night is still young, and you’re a screamer, and after all this I am incredibly horny,” he said. He reached out to stroke her cheek gently. “And your hair is still too short, but I think your eyes are just fine the way they are now.”

Alexa laughed. “Well, I’m still naked, I’m still your female, and I think I’m still horny myself,” she said. She turned serious. “Will?”

“Yes?”

“I’m glad it was you who caught me.”

“Well, I’m kinda glad too, seein’ as how it turned out. You’re one of a kind, Alexa Marx.” He ran a hand along her body, gently brushing away some of the wax. “I knew if they let you in here you had to have somethin’ special inside you. I just had to figure out what it was, and how to bring it out.”

“Oh, come on,” Alexa laughed, a bit nervously. “You’ve done this before. You knew what you were doing.”

“Yeah, I’ve done it before, but every woman’s special,” Will said. “Strip her down to a female; she doesn’t get any less special. I can see you feel like talkin’ right now, but I’m more in a mood to fuck you than talk to you. So open up, female.”

Alexa opened her mouth and let him stuff a bit gag into it. It was hard black rubber and he pushed it back as far as he could before he buckled it tightly in place. Her master went to stand between her parted legs and began stoking the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She closed her eyes, the better to lose herself in the sensation. She felt his fingers slide up and get a grip on her hips.

“I wish we had more time, Alexa Marx,” he said, and then he rammed his cock into her. He fucked her hard and fast, driving a breathy grunt out of her with each thrust, making her shackled body quiver with each impact. She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t have said anything intelligible anyway, not with the bit gag holding her mouth open, but this was no time for words. She kept her eyes shut and wallowed in the sensations as her master used her helpless body for his pleasure. She wished that they had more time too. She wanted almost desperately to extend her stay in Gordburg, but she had to get back to her business and her clients. Her master probably had to do the same, though he hadn’t said anything along those lines. She drove away those thoughts and concentrated on the here and now. She could feel her own orgasm building slowly and hoped that her master could hold out long enough for her to come. But she could endure it if he didn’t. She knew that he would take care of her needs, especially when she couldn’t do it for herself. There was nothing to worry about. She was safe in his hands. There was nothing she could do anyway. She surrendered.

“Need any help with that?” Alexa looked up at the floatplane pilot and smiled.

“No, thanks,” she replied. “I’ve got it.” Standing on one of the plane’s floats, she tossed her duffel bag onto the dock. She thought about doing the same with her small overnight bag, and decided against it. It might skitter off of the dock and land in the water. Sykes was keeping the plane close enough to the dock so that she should be able to make the short jump from the plane while she was still carrying it. She didn’t know how much skill went into holding the plane more or less steady against the wind and current, but how easy Sykes made it look properly impressed her. She shut the cabin door, gathered herself, and made the leap safely. She turned and waved to the pilot. He nodded, smiled, and started taxiing downwind. The single engine began to roar as he powered up for takeoff. Alexa watched until the plane soared into the air, flew off, and disappeared around a tree-clad ridge.

With the plane gone, it was very quiet. She hefted her duffel bag and started up the long, irregular flight of wooden stairs to the only building she could see, a large, sturdy log cabin at the top of the low bluff. When she got to it, she knocked on the door, but there was no answer. She stacked her luggage against the wall next to the door and looked around. Now it seemed even quieter. Well, if Will was anywhere nearby, he would have heard Sykes’ plane, so he was probably on his way here.