Urban Prey (17 page)

It was a busy day at the Office today. A lot of the rooms on the second floor were being used. It didn’t matter. He was taking his prize up to the third floor. It was time to find out what her limits were, and push her across that line.

The third floor had more extreme facilities than the second floor did and now was the time to use them. He led The Female into one of the specialty rooms, but as she came through the door, she hesitated. He didn’t yank on her leash. Instead, he just pulled steadily and strongly until she had to step inside. She looked confused and worried now. This was good!

The room was large, twenty feet or more on a side. It had been made to look like the interior of a barn, with weathered planking on the walls and ceiling. The floor was covered by some kind of material that had the look and feel of dirt. It was a solid covering, though. Fresh straw was scattered over it, giving the place some of the smell of a barn. In the middle of the room was a row of four narrow stalls built of more old planking. They were three feet wide, six feet long. Though the stalls had doors, they were all open, three of them empty. Just one was occupied. In it a naked woman crouched on all fours. Her head was thrust through a hole in the back wall, and her ass bore the marks of a vigorous spanking. The other three stalls had similar holes through their back walls.

“What…” The Female looked at him and gulped. “What is this place?”

“Quiet,” Ron growled. He swatted her rear hard, making her jump and yelp. “In here,” he ordered, leading her towards an end stall. She followed with obvious reluctance, but she didn’t fight. Once he had her in the stall he made her kneel. Letting go the leash for the moment, he put his foot down on it to make sure she couldn’t try to escape. The upper half of the stall’s back wall slid up on tracks. He raised it high enough to fit her head through the hole and then made her bend over, still kneeling, so he could undo the clip that held the wrist cuffs together. Afraid of what was coming, she whimpered and protested and struggled as he got her on her hands and knees and made her put her head through the hole. But she didn’t struggle hard enough to keep him from succeeding. As soon as she was in position, he slid the top half of the back wall down. He locked it in place with a sliding bolt and patted her rump affectionately before smacking it hard. She bucked and yelped again. Her body tensed, as if she was expecting more of that. Instead, he began to stroke her back gently. He loved the feel of her skin under his hands. He could feel her relaxing slowly, but not completely. She wasn’t sure what this all was for, or what was coming next.

There were eyebolts set in the walls of the stall, down near the floor, where he clipped her wrist and ankle cuffs. She pulled at them as he fastened each one. When he was finished, she was secured on her hands and knees, her legs spread wide enough for easy access. He knelt down behind her, close enough for her to feel him brushing against the backs of her thighs. When he began stroking her back again, she tensed up immediately.

He leaned over. “You need more training,” he murmured. She made a whimpering noise. And when he reached under her to fondle her gorgeous breasts again, she whimpered. He gently massaged her nipples until they were swollen erect. By then, her whimpers changed into soft moans and she began trying to press her body back against his.

“No, no, no,” he said quietly. “Not just yet.” He let go of her breasts and stroked her back again. “I’ll be right back. You stay here and wait for me.”

He patted her rump before he stood up. He took one more look at her before he closed the stall door and left the room to get what he’d need for what came next. He could also use some hot coffee. Of course, he could take his time; The Female was going nowhere.

When he returned, she was exactly where he he’d left her, but she was struggling, trying to get free. The woman in the other stall was getting a severe-sounding spanking, each hard slap followed immediately by a yelp or a shriek from her. Maybe The Female thought that she’d be getting the same treatment. Well, she might, but not right away. Putting down the cloth bag he’d carried with him, he knelt behind her and began stroking her back again. She kept struggling.

“Let me
go
,” she demanded. “Let me go
now
.”

He laughed. “I’ll let you go when I’m good and ready,” he told her. He reached around and tweaked a nipple, to which she jerked and yelped. He smacked her ass hard, getting the same jerking, yelping response. He leaned close to the hole where her head was thrust through so she could hear him better.

“I’m your master,” he whispered tersely. “Never forget that. I will do what I want to you when I want to do it to you. And you will obey me. Do you understand?” He spanked her again, just as hard as before. As before, she jerked and yelped. Ron waited for her answer, but there was none coming.

“Well?” he caressed her ass lightly where he his hand had hit. She shuddered and whimpered.

“Yes…” Her voice was barely audible over the smacks, yelps and shrieks coming from the adjacent stall.

“’Yes’ what?” he urged. He spanked her, lightly, to remind her how much harder it could be.

“Yes…Master…” she sobbed.

“Good girl,” he began stroking her back again. It had gone much more easily than he’d expected. It was the first time she’d called him ‘Master’. But it had gone so easily that he doubted he’d really pushed her past one of her limits. He felt her relax a little, but when the other woman let out a louder shriek she tensed up again.

“Are you worried that I will whip you like that other woman is being whipped?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.” Her voice quavered.

“I have something else in mind for you,” he said. “Would you like to know what it is?”

He felt her shudder. She didn’t say anything.

“When I ask you a question, you will answer me!” he barked, spanking her twice, hard. She bucked against the headstall. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master!” she wailed. “Yes, I would like to know!”

“It’s the next step in your training,” he told her. He let his hand slide along her back to her rump, where he rested the heel of his palm on one firm, round cheek and let his fingers dangle so that they tickled her between her legs. She shifted and squirmed, but she was held fast.
He picked up the cloth bag. It held only two items. He laid the tube of lubricant on her back and held up the plug. It was made of black rubber and shaped something like a round-tipped, stretched-out ace of spades. He laid it on her back, opened the tube of lubricant and squeezed it gently. A clear substance appeared, looking much like the airplane glue he’d used as a kid when he was into assembling models of World War II tanks. He applied a drop of it to the tip of the plug and spread it around with his finger. It felt cool and slippery. He applied a little more, and felt it warming up. Ah yes, it worked as advertised! He added a bigger dollop knowing that she was going to need it. Though it was just a small anal plug, the first times were always difficult.

He moved behind her and slid his fingers between her plump nether lips. She wasn’t wet, probably because she didn’t know what was coming and wasn’t sure if she’d like it. He stroked her pussy gently until she started to respond. He could feel her getting slowly wetter and wetter. She started moaning faintly. When she began to push back against his hand, he decided that it was time. He spread her cheeks as best he could with one hand. But when he first touched her anus with the tip of the plug, she shrieked and bucked and clenched her ass tight.

“No…no, please,” she whimpered. She was shuddering.

“Yes!” he bellowed. He spanked her
hard
. She shrieked again but did not loosen up.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he yelled, punctuating each word with a hard, hard swat on her ass.
She bucked and struggled, pulling against the cuffs that fettered her wrists and ankles. “Yes,” he said quietly. Instead of spanking her again he gently caressed the angry red marks his hand had left on her rump. She flinched at the contact, then heard her sob once. She was whimpering softly. When he spread her cheeks one-handed again, she wailed but did not tense up. She flinched when she felt him pressing the tip of the plug against her anus again, and her whole body shuddered. He held the plug in place and squeezed out more of the lubricant.
“Now, relax,” he told her. He began pushing the plug into her and she whimpered again. The tip slid in easily, but he had to push harder as the plug thickened. She shivered violently as it spread her wider and wider. When he got to the thickest part of the plug she shuddered and moaned, and moaned louder still as he finally thrust the plug in all the way to the stopper. She was trembling now, and whimpering almost continually. He moved up closer behind her and fingered her pussy again, finding her still a little wet. He unzipped his jeans slowly, hoping that she would hear it. The woman in the other stall had stopped shrieking some time ago. He’d been so intent on what he was doing that he couldn’t remember when that had happened there. Now all he could hear from her were slow, rhythmic grunts. She probably wasn’t being whipped any more.
The Female moaned weakly as he massaged her into fuller arousal. She wasn’t as wet as she’d been earlier, but it was more than enough for now. His cock was not as hard as he’d like to be – The Female was taking a lot out of him. But he didn’t mind, he was hard enough for what he needed. He guided the head of his cock between her pussy lips and moved it slowly up and down, going a little deeper each time. She was still trembling, but was moaning more loudly. She spread her knees as far apart as they would go and began pushing back against him as best she could. The headstall was limiting her movement.

Ron could smell her musk. As he thrust his cock deeper into her, he could feel her tightening up around it. He heard her moan softly. Leaning forward, he thrust himself deeper into her and ran his hands over her body. Then he slid his hands underneath to fondle and squeeze her breasts. She moaned again and arched her back. Her nipples were hard, and from the noises she made when he pinched them lightly, he was obvious that they were even more sensitive than usual. He put his hands on her shoulders and rammed his cock in the rest of the way with a hard thrust of his hips. She squealed. She started struggling, as if she was trying to get away or throw him off. She had to know it was useless. Was she doing it to excite him? If so, it was working. He slammed his hips against her again and again in short, powerful strokes. She squirmed and struggled and moaned, her breasts quivering with each impact. He kept his grip on her shoulders, which protected her from banging against the back of the stall, but his knuckles took a beating. He put more force into each hard thrust until she was grunting in time with them. He saw that she was slapping the floor in time as well, with the palm of her left hand. Then he heard her yowling as she came.

Ron didn’t let up. He had a sudden urge to make her come until she went limp, but he didn’t think he could last long enough. Still, he tried. This time, when he came, he quickly pulled out of her. He groaned loudly and let his semen spurt all over her back. When she felt that, she moaned weakly.

Afterwards, he felt weak and shaky. It took him a little while to recover himself, and he kept caressing The Female’s body as if touching her was an addictive drug. Her skin was warm and slightly slick with her sweat. He patted her rump affectionately and caressed her breasts again before he felt steady enough to stand.

He released her from the headstall before he freed her wrists and ankles. She seemed as worn out as he was, but when he tugged on her leash she obediently backed out of the stall. Once out of it, she slowly turned around on her hands and knees and let him lead her through another door into another room – she still wore the plug. She moved as if she was on the brink of exhaustion. He knew exactly how she felt…at least about the exhaustion.

The next room was smaller, and tiled from floor to ceiling. There were drains set in the floor, while stainless steel racks on the wall held soap, shampoo and washcloths. Showerheads poked out along one wall. He removed her collar and cuffs and tried to get her to stand. After the third try, he gave up. She seemed willing to try, but she was too unsteady on her feet, and he didn’t want her falling onto the cold, hard tiles. In the end, he let her stay on all fours in the middle of the room.

Ron quickly stripped off his own clothes and shoes and stuffed them into the same small metal cabinet that held the towels. He was going to have to do this the hard way.

He turned on the nearest shower. One handle controlled the flow of both the hot and the cold water. It took him a little while to find what seemed to be the right temperature. Absent her collar and leash, he gripped The Female’s hair and led her across the room and under the spray. The blast of water seemed to revive her a little. The he took a bar of soap and began to lather her up. She submitted to the washing without protest, and when he moved to her pussy she seemed to revive a little more. She even moaned a little feeling the pleasure begin to surface again.
Washing her hair was more difficult. Her hair was almost unbelievably thick and it was difficult working in the shampoo. He kept at it, even though the tiles hurt his knees if he stayed on them too long. Rinsing the shampoo out was even more of a problem, until he accidentally discovered that he could detach the showerhead. It was mounted at the end of a long plastic tube that slid out from the wall. He used it to rinse out the shampoo and then played the spray on The Female’s body. The spray was adjustable. She seemed to like whatever setting he used.
Finally, he washed himself. Maybe next time he’d have her do it for him, but right now she didn’t seem to be in any shape to do much of anything.

Drying both of them was simple enough until he came to her hair again – it seemed to hold water like a sponge. He was kneeling in front of her, using a third towel on her still-soggy mane when she moved closer to him and began nuzzling his crotch. He hadn’t told her to do that, but it felt good, and he didn’t particularly want her to stop. Nuzzling turned to licking as he kept drying her hair as best he could. He felt himself getting hard. He wouldn’t have believed it possible so soon, but it felt so good. She took his cock into her mouth and just held it there, gently. He could feel her tongue swirling around, caressing it, teasing it, and he finally had to make her stop. He took a handful of her hair and lifted her head, seeing on her face a vacant, dreamy look, as if she were about to fall asleep. He had an urge to kiss her, but suppressed it.