The Novice Prey & the Daring Prey (40 page)

She saw coils of rope in the hands of two of the other men, but they didn't use them to bind the females. Instead, they began whipping their vulnerable asses with the coils. Hard. Really hard. Eve and Melanie shrieked and squealed and finally screamed, but none of it seemed to incline the men to mercy. When they began flogging the backs of their captives' thighs, Alexa had to look away for a while. She could still hear the sounds of impact, though, and the screams, and now harsh male laughter. It wasn't until the screams turned into sobs and the sound of the merciless flogging faded away that she dared to look at the scene again.

The females were still on their hands and knees, and both were still held tightly by their hair. As Alexa watched, the men used the same coils of rope that they'd flogged them with to fashion nooses and slip them around the females' slender necks. The men who held the ends of the ropes then made the females, still sobbing and sniffling, spread their knees by roughly nudging them with their booted feet. Once they were easily available, the men holding the ends of their rope leashes knelt down behind them, unzipped their pants, and pulled out their cocks.

Geez, they were big. Alexa found herself beginning to salivate. It was a disturbing reaction, but one she didn't seem to have any control over. She saw the men position their cocks with one hand while they kept hold of the rope leashes with the other, and hoped that Eve and Melanie were wet enough for what was about to happen. From the faint shrieks that the two females made as they were abruptly and deeply penetrated, it sounded as if they weren't, quite. Both of them remained very noisy as they were fucked hard and fast from behind, grunting, whining, squealing and moaning. Between that and the winces and grimaces they kept making, the whole thing looked very much like a brutal rape. Yet neither female used their bailout phrase, or even struggled much. For the most part, they just stayed on their hands and knees and took it. The closest either of them came to struggling was when Eve began slapping the ground with the palm of her hand. Melanie didn't even do that much.

The man fucking Eve came with a loud grunt, accompanied by a hard slap to her ass. Melanie yelped at that, then moaned weakly as he jerked against her again and again until he was empty. He slapped her ass again, just as hard, before he pulled out. As he did that, the man fucking Melanie came with an even louder grunt, and with each jerk of his own ejaculation he slapped Melanie's ass hard enough to make her squeal with each impact.

Hiding behind her cover, Alexa winced. This was certainly rough. Hell, it was brutal. And yet, since it was happening to somebody else and not to her, it wasn't too hard for her to keep watching.

The men made the two females get up on their knees and produced more rope. It was darker than what was around the females' necks, and it looked rough. As Alexa watched more in fascination than in horror, the men bound the females' arms behind them at their wrists and elbows, cinching the bond so tightly that the females' elbows were touching. All the while, Eve and Melanie whimpered and sobbed, but they still didn't try to fight or bail out. Alexa winced again. She was pretty flexible herself, thanks to her varied personal exercise routine, but she knew that if her own arms were tied that way it would start to really hurt after a fairly short while. The men spent some time taking turns mauling the females' breasts and tweaking or twisting their nipples, making them groan or shriek. Alexa gritted her teeth and waited to see if what she thought was coming next was indeed coming next.

Indeed it was. Two of the men stood in front of the bound females, unzipped their pants, and shoved their cocks, already erect, into the females' faces. After a brief show of reluctance, the females opened their mouths and waited. They didn't have to wait long.

Alexa grimaced. What she saw going on now wasn't so much oral sex as it was oral rape. The men were both thick and long, and they kept trying to shove the full lengths of their cocks down the females' throats, ignoring the muffled cries of protest, the choking, the gagging, and the ragged gasps for air. They gripped the females' hair in both hands while they did it, giving them some leverage and keeping the females from ever getting those cocks out of their mouths. As she watched. Alexa was sure that if any man tried that with her, bailout word be damned, she'd just bite down as hard as she could. But then, Eve and Melanie had come out here looking for something like this, while she hadn't.

Alexa did a little mental math. There were six men, and each female had three hot, wet holes to violate. They'd already fucked the females' pussies hard, and now they were fucking their mouths and throats. Next would come anal, and she didn't think she'd be able to watch that. She quietly moved away at a crouch until she was deeper into the woods and felt that it was safe enough to stand up. Behind her, she could hear high-pitched female screams now, ones that sounded like they came straight from a horror movie. She kept walking, though her knees felt a bit wobbly.

Alexa awoke and greeted the morning with a smile. By her best rough calculations, she'd actually beaten Elf-Girl's official record sometime late yesterday, but now she had at least a twelve-hour cushion in case she'd miscalculated or missed something. She was glad that it was over. The past couple of days had been dull almost beyond imagining as she'd wandered the areas north and east of End. She didn't go too far east, though, never any further than those abandoned buildings and that far only when she needed to raid the bin for food. The last time she'd done that she'd had the distinct feeling that someone had been watching her, and she hadn't gone back there since. Now she was just about out of food, and it was time to think about getting back to civilization. Last night she'd actually dreamed about that little restaurant in End where she and Mike had sat and talked. More exactly, she'd dreamt about the meal she'd enjoyed there. It would be so nice to eat something that didn't come out of a package or a can. Could she make it all the way back to safety? Maybe. Maybe not. But if she was caught now it wouldn't matter, as she'd done what she'd set out to do and broken that record.

On second thought, it would matter if she was caught, depending on who caught her. Was Mike still hunting for her? Whether he was or not, it would be nice to see him again. Actually, after all this time alone in the wilderness, it would be nice to see anybody. A cold beer would be good, too. She'd tried keeping her spare beer cans at the bottom of a little stream, but that seemed to work much better way up North where Will lived than it did here. Oh, it got cool enough for her to drink it without imagining that she was in England, but it never did get properly chilled.

Most of all, it would be nice to get back to where she could enjoy a long, hot shower. She hadn't found a stream deep enough for her to properly bathe in, and given the temperature of the water she probably wouldn't have tried it even if she'd found one. Still, she'd managed to keep herself and her clothes clean, no small feat out here. She packed up the last of her gear, shouldered her pack, and set off westwards. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't get directly to End that way, but there was some sort of unpaved service road that ran north out of the hamlet and then curved westwards towards Gordburg. If she just kept heading in a general westerly direction she was bound to come across it sooner or later, and with it for a guide she could get to End fairly easily. The only problem was that she wasn't quite sure just how far away that road was. Well, it wasn't as if she had an urgent appointment to keep.

It was a nice day: Neither too warm nor too cool, and from the look of the sky through the treetops there weren't going to be any more of those constant drizzling showers that had made the last two days so miserable. Alexa had a light waterproof hooded poncho for wet weather, but all that did was keep her and her gear dry. It did nothing to keep her spirits up, and rainy days always got her down. Today was sunny, though, and she'd beaten Elf-Girl's record, so she was feeling pretty good.

Time went by as she picked her way along, still careful to look and listen and not make too much noise herself. She wasn't sure how much time had passed when she came across a large clearing, carpeted with lush grass and tiny purple flowers. There didn't seem to be any reason for it to be here. The only other clearings she'd found had been much smaller, with a rotting tree stump or two cluttering them up. This one looked almost artificial, as if someone was tending it as a garden, but that didn't make any sense. As she stood there, just looking at this unlikely spot, she heard the unmistakable sound of footprints off to her left. Without even thinking about it, Alexa crouched down and got close to the nearest tree. As the footsteps came closer, she risked a look.

She didn't see anything, but whoever was making all that noise had to be a complete novice to the woods. There seemed to be only one of them, at least. Alexa began to wonder if her unseen visitor was another woman, wandering the forest, waiting to be captured. She crouched down lower and leaned forward, trying to see. Thanks to a low branch, the first thing she saw was a pair of very long and shapely legs, clad in snug-fitting denim. There were low boots that looked more stylish than practical on the feet at the end of those legs. Alexa got lower, trying to see under the branch. Now she could see an attractive ass, a narrow waist, and the lower part of a dark red shirt. It wasn't the best kind of color to try to hide in the woods in. But the unknown intruder was clearly female, so what was she doing out here, if not looking to be captured quickly?

Alexa shrank back behind the tree and quietly stood up so that she could see over that low-hanging branch. When she peeked out from behind the trunk again, the woman had her back to her. Alexa could see very long dark blonde hair that fell all the way to the woman's waist, gathered up in a ponytail. It looked oddly familiar, and then the woman turned her head as if she'd heard a sound, and Alexa saw her face.

It was Martina, the pro beach volleyball player and Alexa's chief rival from the contest last year! She was the last person Alexa had ever even speculated about meeting again in Gordburg, and yet there she was, practically close enough to reach out and touch. For a moment, Alexa thought about calling out to her, but then she thought that Martina might still be a bit sore about not just losing the contest but having Alexa roger her with that devilish vibrating strap-on in front of an appreciative male audience while Martina was locked into wooden stocks, stark naked, on display, vulnerable, and unable to prevent it.

But what was Martina doing here now? Alexa could think of a number of reasons. One might be that the woman had come to enjoy being a captive sex slave last year, and come back for another round of it. That seemed to be the most likely explanation, and by now Alexa was so hungry for any sort of human contact that she accepted it as the right explanation.

“Hey! Martina! Hi there!” Alexa called out as she stepped into view, smiling. Martina whirled to face her. She appeared stunned, and didn't smile back for a moment. Then when she did smile, it was more predatory and gloating than friendly.

“Hello, Alexa,” she almost purred. She took a step towards Alexa, and Alexa, suddenly wary, took a matching step back. She noticed that Martina wasn't carrying any kind of backpack, and that seemed somehow suspicious. “Fancy meeting you here! What have you been up to?” She took another step forward. Alexa took another step back. She was fairly sure that Martina could beat her in a sprint, given those long legs and superb athletic conditioning, but how good would she be at scampering through the woods, dodging around trees and bushes? That wasn't something that Alexa wanted to find out the hard way.

“Uh... what are you up to?” Alexa asked. Martina laughed harshly.

“I heard that you'd come back, and what you were trying to do,” she replied. “I thought I'd come and have a closer look. I heard that you beat that record that you were trying to beat. Congratulations!”

Martina being nice was unsettling, given the contempt she'd treated Alexa with before. Alexa looked around quickly to see if anyone was trying to sneak up on her. She'd heard about women who hunted other women out here, and she didn't really want to get captured by any of them.

“Thanks,” she said.

“So now what, Alexa?” Martina asked. “I suppose it doesn't matter if you get caught now or not, does it? You know, I've heard that there are a lot of men looking for you.” She stood with her hands on her hips, smiling.

“There probably are,” Alexa admitted.

“Would it surprise you to know that I've met some of them?”

“Not really.”

“Well, I have!” Martina said. “Do you remember running into the Anderson brothers? They certainly remember you.”

“I'm not their type,” Alexa said, a bit nervously. 'They're girl catchers.”

“Yes, but you kind of embarrassed them a while ago,” Martina's smile turned into a smirk. “They're looking for a little payback. And you know what?”

“What?”

“So am I!” Martina exclaimed. She raised her voice to a piercing yell. “I found her!” she practically screamed. “She's over here!” With that, she lunged towards Alexa, but Alexa was already moving, dashing back into the cover of the woods, taking a twisting, erratic course. She could hear Martina right behind her, gaining in spite of her frantic twists and turns, and for a moment it looked bad. But then Alexa caught sight of some sort of thicket up ahead, not too wide or too hard to get through. She threw up her arms to protect her face and crashed right into it. Thin branches whipped at her, and it felt like thorns raked at her legs, but in a moment she was through it and running at full tilt again. She heard Martina try to follow and then a sudden screech of frustration and pain. It sounded as if Martina's hair had gotten tangled in the thicket, just as Alexa had hoped, but rather than take the time to look back, Alexa just kept on going. She didn't want to be captured by the Anderson brothers, especially if they thought they had some kind of grudge against her. Martina's shrieks and curses faded as Alexa kept putting distance between them. It wasn't until sometime after she couldn't hear them anymore that Alexa let herself stop sprinting. Even then, she kept going at a brisk jog, her heart pounding and her lungs burning. She wondered how good those Andersons were at tracking. Once she felt comfortable with how far away she'd gotten she'd have to take steps to cover her trail. Fortunately, Will had taught her some tricks along those lines.