: SJ Lewis 2017-06-28
: The Daring Prey
: Pink Flamingo Media
: 9781939916013
: 1
: CHF 4.60
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 131
: kein Kopierschutz
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Last year, Alexa Marx made her first trip to the unique resort town of Gordburg, in order to participate in an equally unique competition between herself and three female athletes. She won that competition, and with it a side bet that she and her competitors had made. Now she's headed back to Gordburg. Her stated reason is to beat an old record she'd only heard about after she'd been captured. She has other reasons, though. Thanks to Will Longstreet, who had captured and trained her, she learned the pleasures of submission, and she's hoping to recapture the thrill of being hunted, captured, and made to submit at the hands of a strong and dominant male once again. Last year, she'd participated in the competition in the undeveloped area north of Gordburg. This year, she plans to make a splash in the more popular and populated territory to the south of that town, getting herself noticed and talked about in every one of the little hamlets strung out along the way. If all goes well, she is sure that after that there will be any number of male hunters eager to capture such a bold and daring female. She feels sure that she will be able to elude them long enough to break that record. Once she's done that, she can look forward to enjoying her captivity and training. In her travels, she discovers that there are kinky subcultures in Gordburg, including Girl Catchers and Pets, and an area not on any of the maps where pleasure and pain are inextricably linked. She discovers that one team of skilled hunters has made capturing her their special project, and also that one of her competitors from last year has returned to Gordburg specifically to foil her plans and punish her. In the face of all this, can Alexa achieve all of her goals?

Chapter One

Alexa felt the jolt as the small plane touched down on the runway, and then the force pushing her forward as the pilot cut the power to the engine and hit the brakes. She looked out the window to see a line of trees and little else, but as the plane reached the end of the runway and turned around to taxi back to the tiny Gordburg airport, she saw low hills, lightly wooded and crowned with what looked like small but expensive mansions. Will had told her about that part of Gordburg, as well as about the high chain-link fence that separated it from the airfield. She thought that it might be interesting to visit it some time, if that was possible, but she wouldn't be doing it on this trip. This time around, she had set a very specific goal for herself, and that part of Gordburg had nothing to do with it.

She looked around at the other passengers. There were only three of them, two women in their late twenties who seemed to be traveling together, and one man some five or six years older, casually dressed and good looking, with short dark hair and a stubble of beard on his chin that didn't quite suit him. She'd already pegged him as a city guy who was trying to look like a rugged outdoorsman, and while she'd smiled at him briefly and given him a quick nod of acknowledgement when their eyes had happened to meet earlier, she wasn't interested in him at all. He hadn't seemed to be particularly interested in her either, or in the other two women passengers. Well, he probably had a specific physical type he was interested in, and was planning on looking around until he found a woman who fit. Alexa was only being honest with herself when she concluded that she wasn't most men's physical type. She wore her dark blonde hair cut very short, in a spiky version of a boy's crewcut from the 1950s, and Will had said the rest about how she looked when they'd first met here last year. She wasn't bad-looking, but her eyes were a little on the small side, and her eyebrows had always been thin. Her lips weren't as full as they might have been, but she was never going to have that 'taken care of' by a plastic surgeon, nor was she ever going to get breast implants. She was a personal fitness trainer, and she strongly believed in making the most of what you had through diet and exercise. Not all of her clients did, though, and she always had to not say the first thing she wanted to say when one of them wanted to show off the results of their latest procedure. Too many people were willing to pay for quick cosmetic results rather than put in the work to look good. It cut into her business so that she had to scramble for work sometimes. Still, she got to set her own hours, which had to count for something. If she wasn't able to do that, she wouldn't have been able to come here now, or plan to stay for as long as she had.

She felt a sense of anticipation and excitement as the plane came to a stop near the miniscule control tower. Will had been an invaluable source of information and advice about Gordburg, just as she'd hoped he would be. She knew more than enough about the place now to plan her coming adventure. And, thanks to his diligent and demanding training of her, she knew more about her own body and its responses and limitations, as well as her own mind and its darker recesses. She'd always thought of herself as a strong-willed and independent woman, but now she knew that in the hands of the right dominant man she reveled in submission. Will had done things with her and to her that she never would have imagined experiencing before, and after she'd returned home from his place in the far North, she often found herself waking up in the middle of the night, hot and sweaty and incredibly aroused by some dream already fading beyond recall from her mind. There were clubs in her area where she could have gone to meet dominant men, but she stayed away from them. She didn't know which of her customers might be patrons of one or the other of them, or have friends who were. Her appearance was distinctive enough so that even if she wore a mask, as many of the women who went to those places did, she'd