All of a sudden Naomi’s occasional moans became a torrent of moans and high-pitched squeals. Alexa didn’t know what had caused that until she saw the surfer’s toned body shaking and quivering. Then she realized that Naomi had come…and from the sound of it, she was still coming. She stopped thrusting and gingerly pulled the dildo out. Naomi seemed to barely notice as her body kept shivering and she kept moaning. Alexa kept her eyes on the sight as the announcer gently pulled her away and someone began wiping off the dildo again. It was only then that Alexa realized that the vibrating had stopped.
“One more to go,” the announcer said to her with a smile. “Are you up to it?”
The ‘one more to go’ was Lynette. “Oh, hell, yeah!” Alexa smiled back. She let the man guide her around Naomi, and took a quick look back as she passed to see how Naomi was. The surfer’s eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging half open. She looked sated and almost exhausted at the same time. Alexa tore her eyes away. She had a special score to settle with Lynette.
The announcer led her up behind Lynette and stepped away after giving her the jar of lubricant again. Alexa regarded the view for a moment. She’d seen it before, and noted with approval that someone appeared to have given Lynette’s ass more than one good going-over with a strap. Well, it was time to get on with it. Alexa quickly went around to the front of the stocks. No one stopped her. No one even said anything. She put her hands on her hips and stood there with the bulbous head of the bright red dildo scant inches from the end of Lynette’s nose.
“Get that thing out of my face,” Lynette snapped angrily.
“Oh, but if I do that I have to stick it up your pussy right away,” Alexa said brightly. “I’ve already done that to Martina and Naomi. Maybe you heard them while it was going on? I think I might have a real knack for using this thing.” She took the base of the dildo in her hand and waved the thing up and down, right in Lynette’s face. “Don’t worry,” she said as Lynette tried to recoil. “They clean it off after each use. But I’m afraid that when they do that they wipe off all the lubricant, too.” She showed Lynette the small jar. “See? I still have plenty left for you. You
do
want me to use it, don’t you?”
Lynette only looked at her furiously and snarled.
“Well, I’m going to let you show me whether you really want it or not.” Alexa waggled the head of the dildo across Lynette’s lips. “You don’t have to say a word,” she said. “Just suck on the end of this a little and I’ll be sure to use
plenty
of this stuff. It’s supposed to make your pussy tingle too.”
Lynette spat.
“Now, if you don’t suck on my pretty little toy that means that you want it dry. Not only will you miss out on the tingling, but it might even hurt a little. I’d have to push really, really hard. You might not even enjoy it.” She bent over, putting her face close to Lynette’s. “Last chance, you shoe-stealing cunt,” she whispered to the other woman.
“You wouldn’t
dare
,” Lynette rasped.
“Look into my eyes, darling,” Alexa said. When Lynette refused, Alexa grabbed a fistful of her hair and damned well made her look. At first Lynette remained defiant, but after a moment Alexa saw the uncertainty and the fear in her eyes.
“Wanna?” She moved her hips so that the strap-on waggled invitingly.
“Fuck you,” Lynette said.
“Well, too bad,” Alexa shrugged as she let go of Lynette’s hair and straightened up. The movement brought the dildo into contact with Lynette’s face, and she cried out in complaint. Alexa took hold of the thing with her hand again and slapped Lynette’s face with it before she went back behind the skier.
She’d never really intended to give it to Lynette dry, no matter how successfully she’d run her bluff. Alexa reached out to fondle the skier’s pussy to see if it was at all wet. It wasn’t. Lynette didn’t seem to appreciate being checked out. Alexa sighed and opened the jar of lubricant. By now, she was wondering what the tingling it produced would feel like inside her.
“Now, you’ll have to hold very still for me,” she called out to Lynette, loudly enough for the men in the audience to hear. “I still don’t have a lot of practice with this thing, and I wouldn’t want to stuff it up your fat ass by mistake.”
Lynette shrieked angrily and began to struggle. Alexa slapped the other woman’s rump as hard as she could.
“That’s not holding still!” she yelled. She spread the lubricant thickly on the dildo, put the cap back on the jar, and handed it to the announcer this time instead of just dropping it. She gripped Lynette’s bucking hips with both hands.
“Red, red, red!” Lynette shrieked. “Goddammit, red, red, red! Get me out of this fucking thing! Get me out! Get me
out
! GET ME OUT!”
Alexa immediately let go of her and stepped away, holding her hands up. The announcer drew her further away as two slave market men began freeing Lynette from the stocks. She was crying and sniffling as they removed her cuffs and collar and brought her a robe to wear. She put it on quickly and wrapped it around herself before she turned to look for Alexa.
“You fucking, perverted little animal!” Lynette shrieked. “You slut! You…”
Alexa cut her short with an open-handed slap.
“You signed on like everybody else!” she yelled back at Lynette. “It’s
your
fault if you couldn’t see it through! Don’t you go calling
me
names, you bitch!”
Lynette, stunned into silence, could only stare at Alexa open-mouthed for a moment. Then she stalked away without saying anything more. A man escorted her to the door leading downstairs, and ushered her through it. The moment the door closed behind them, every one of the men in the audience rose to their feet in a standing ovation. Startled, Alexa turned to look at them. She saw that Will was standing and applauding along with everybody else. For a moment, she felt more than a little ridiculous with that big red dildo still sticking up in front of her, but she smiled warmly at the crowd and even managed to take a bow.
Lynette was out. She was not just out, but spectacularly, irrevocably out - she couldn’t take it. Alexa wondered what was coming next.
Alexa stretched out luxuriously. She was back in her long, low, first-place cage in the slave market and people were still coming to look at her. Unlike her first day on display, though, she didn’t have to move around for the gawkers unless she wanted to. Right now, she didn’t particularly want to. Someone had put a small black pillow in the cage with her, and she was too comfortable to do any more than lie there, and maybe take a little nap.
Martina was in her cage, and Naomi was in hers. Lynette’s cage had been removed, since Lynette had bailed out last night. Alexa had half expected the skier to come by the slave market to sneer at and insult her one last time, but she never had.
“Psst. Alexa,” Naomi whispered from her adjacent cage. Alexa raised her head to look and Naomi gestured for her to come closer. They hadn’t been told that they weren’t allowed to talk to each other, but Alexa didn’t want to make it too obvious that that was what they were doing. She moved her pillow around and laid down again so that her head was less than a foot from the bars, her face turned away from the slave market entrance.
“What?” she whispered back. She still felt a teensy bit guilty over what she’d done to the dark-haired surfer last night. Okay, more than a teensy built guilty. She didn’t feel at all guilty about what she’d done to Martina, and now Martina wouldn’t even look at her. That was okay.
Naomi laid down, putting her back to the entrance as well. She didn’t have a pillow. “Alexa,” she whispered. “About last night…”
“Yes?”
“Um…it was great. Have you been with other women before?”
This wasn’t something she’d been expecting. “No,” Alexa replied. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, not after Emma, but why bring that up?
“Well, I just wanted to let you know, I…I liked it.” She paused. “I thought you might be worried.”
“Thanks,” Alexa answered. “I was, a little.” She heard Naomi giggle softly.
“I knew you’d be doing Lynette next, so I kind of played it up while you were…you know. I thought it might freak that bitch out.”
Alexa snorted. “I think it did,” she said. “Thanks.”
“Mmmm…” Naomi purred. “Any time. And I mean, any time, Alexa. I…uh…like to be with other women some times. And I think I might like to come back here some day.”
“It is an interesting place,” was all that Alexa could think to say.
“Yeah. Well, I wanted to tell you, I’m dropping out of the contest tonight.”
“What? Why?”
“Alexa,” Naomi said quietly, “the only real competition now is between you and Martina. If either one of you stays in, I can’t win, no matter what. There’s not much time left to go, and I’d really rather spend it with the two men who caught me. They’re coming for me tonight, and I’m going to go with them.”
“Are you sure?” Alexa asked.
“Oh, yeah.” Naomi answered. “Damned sure.” The two females fell silent for a while.
“Alexa?” Naomi said.
“Yes?”
“Do me one favor, would you?”
“Sure,” Alexa replied. “What is it?”
“Hang on and beat that big blonde bitch, would you?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Alexa said with utter conviction.
There didn’t seem to be anything more to say, and Alexa was feeling sleepy. After the Great Strap-On Show of last night she’d been allowed to take an actual bath and eat an actual three-course meal and then put up for the night in a tiny but comfortable suite in another part of the ground floor of the market. It wasn’t actually much bigger than some walk-in closets she’d seen, but it had a real, if narrow, bed, and a miniscule powder room. They were small comforts, but she had come to truly appreciate them. Oh, she was still naked, and the door to her tiny suite locked from the outside, but for a while she had some privacy and some peace. She needed both, because she kept going over in her mind what she’d done to the other females. She couldn’t help it. It was disturbing and arousing at the same time. She’d never even fantasized about doing anything like that before, and she wondered what had gotten into her. It had been great fun while it was going on, but would she, could she, ever do that sort of thing again?
Will visited her briefly in her ‘suite’. He sat on her bed, and she sat on his lap, but it didn’t go any further than some tongue-kissing and fondling. Will handled her body now as if it were his personal property. She found that wonderfully stimulating. There wasn’t room for them to have sex on the bed, or even on the floor without some awkward contortions, so all that stimulation went for naught. He left after a few minutes, suggested that she catch up on her sleep, and promised to give her a very special experience tomorrow night. Why did he have to do that? She was up half the night wondering just what that ‘special experience’ would be, and worrying about some of the possibilities that came to her mind.
They had come for her early in the morning, brought her back out into the market, and put her in her cage again. By now she was nearly accustomed to being kept nude all the time. Having strangers come by the slave market to stare at her and satisfy their curiosity was still taking a little getting used to. She didn’t mind so much when men came in to look her over, but she was still having a little difficulty when women stared at her.
Martina, on the other hand, wouldn’t even look at her now, which suited Alexa just fine. Maybe the tall blonde had been hoping to have a turn at wearing the strap-on herself and fucking her and Naomi, but it had been explained that only the winner got to do that to the losers. The day eased its way from morning to afternoon. Alexa slept or napped through much of it. From time to time she’d rouse herself and move around a little for the benefit of whatever audience she had at the time, but she was just too worn out to put her heart into it.
“Wake up, female.”
Alexa came instantly alert at the sound of her master’s voice. She got up onto her hands and knees and crawled over to him, pressing her face between the bars in case he wanted to kiss her. Whether he wanted to or not, though, he didn’t.
“Master,” she smiled.
“Are you ready for your special experience?”
Something about the way he said those words made her wish she had a tail so that she could wag it. “Yes, Master,” she replied. She still had no idea what he meant, but she felt completely rested now, and eager to feel his hands on her again. He signaled for one of the slave market workers to come over and unlock the cage. Alexa climbed out of it on her own. It wasn’t so hard once you had a little practice. She stood as still as she could while Will put the wide black leather cuffs around her wrists and the other man put them around her ankles. She closed her eyes to better savor the feeling as Will collared her. There was something special to her in that experience now, at least as long as Will was the one doing it. Being tied up, or handcuffed by him was exciting, but having him put a collar on her and buckling it snug was enough to get her wet now. She recognized that it was an act of domination for him to put it on her, and an act of submission for her to accept it. When he clipped a leash onto her collar it gave her another little thrill, but she couldn’t imagine anything approaching the experience of being collared by this strong, dominant man.
The other man clipped her wrist cuffs together behind her and Will led her upstairs by her leash. The big room looked completely different now. Instead of the stocks and chairs, which were nowhere to be seen, the room held only three large cages, each one occupied by three or four naked women. They all seemed to be somewhere in their thirties, but Will gave her no chance to tarry and get a better look. She thought that she’d spotted the green-eyed redhead in one of the cages, but Will led her out of the large room through a doorway before she could even think about making sure. They walked down a long hallway, past numerous doors to a door that sat at the very end of the corridor. Will opened it, led her in, and shut the door behind them.