Alexa's payback.
Never steal your competitions shoes.

Copyright © 2011 by S J Lewis, all rights reserved

“Good afternoon, young lady,” he greeted. “Who are you, and how might I help you?”

“Hi,” Alexa smiled at him. “I’m Alexa Marx. I’m in the contest…”

“I know you’re in the contest, miss,” the old man interrupted. “Kind of surprised to see you here so soon. It’s probably not safe.”

“Maybe,” Alexa shrugged. “But I need new footgear.” She explained the whats, whys and wherefores of her situation.

“Took her boots, eh?” the old man laughed. “Well, turnabout’s fair play. And those pinch?”

“Yes.”

“Well,” he rubbed his chin. “There are some boxes under that table there, the one with the shirts and jeans piled on it. Have a look through them and see if you can find anything that fits.”

“Thanks.” Alexa went over to the indicated table. There were two big cardboard boxes under it. She pulled out the first one and had a brief moment of despair. Shoes and boots were simply dumped in there, in no apparent order. She even saw a couple of pairs of high heels. She saw a desert boot that might fit her and started to pull it out of the jumble. That’s when she realized that there was some order in all the apparent disorder: Each and every shoe was tied to its mate, sometimes with string, sometimes by their shoelaces. She pulled off Lynette’s boots and tried on the new ones. They felt as if they fit okay, so she laced them up and walked around in them for a bit. They felt a little snug, but she was still wearing two pairs of socks. Speaking of socks, she should probably get some new ones, because the forest trails had not been kind to the ones she was wearing. She shoved the box of footwear back under the table and held up Lynette’s boots.

“What should I do with these?” she asked. “I promised I’d leave them here.”

“Oh, just leave ‘em on the table, miss. If they want ‘em back they can take ‘em. Say, would you like to have some fresh coffee?” He hit a switch on the coffeemaker he’d been fiddling with and Alexa heard a familiar gurgling sound. A moment later, a wonderful, familiar smell filled her nostrils.

“Well,” she said hesitantly as she went over to the kitchen side of the building. “Maybe just one cup.”

“It’ll be ready in a minute. By the way, call me Smith. You’re kinda interestin’. Never seen a woman settle on the first pair of shoes she tried on before.”

Alexa laughed and sat down on one of the mismatched chairs. “I can’t afford to be picky,” she said. “Where’d all those boots and shoes come from, anyway?”

“They were left here by other ladies,” Smith answered. “We got some nice clothes that were left here too, if you’re interested.”

“Uh…no, thanks,” Alexa shook her head. “Maybe some other time. Any socks?”

“Not at the moment,” Smith shook his head. “So, what was the name of the woman who got caught?” he asked. He took a big coffee mug and held it under the drip spout as he carefully poured coffee into it from the half-filled glass pot.

“Lynette. Lynette Meade,” Alexa replied quickly, her eyes fixed on the steaming mug.

“Lemme guess,” Smith went on. “Tall girl, light brown hair, real angry?” He offered the mug to Alexa.

“You must have read the files,” Alexa laughed as she accepted the precious gift. She took a sip. It was hot, and very good.

“Actually, no,” Smith said. He pointed at the nearest window. “Looks like they’re bringin’ her in right now.”

“What?” Alexa turned her head to see. Yep, there was Lynette, being led on a leash. She kept fighting it, which was probably why one of her captors was behind her, urging her along roughly. Alexa saw that they’d gagged her with something large, black and cylindrical wedged between her back teeth. It didn’t seem to stop her from making a lot of noise, even if none of it came out as words.

“They made damned good time,” Alexa observed. She expected them to come inside, but instead they all went around behind the building. “Where are they going?” she asked as she turned back to Smith.

“There’s some sheds out back they use,” Smith answered. “There’s equipment available that you just can’t find in the woods. Say, you look a mite hungry. I was about to cook up some sausage, eggs and home fries. You interested?”

“How do I know you’re not just stalling, keeping me here until more hunters show up?” Alexa asked.

“It’s against the rules,” Smith replied.

“Oh. Well, in that case, sure, I’m in.” Alexa smiled. “How much?’

“On the house,” Smith said. “It won’t take long.”

A few minutes later, Alexa was sopping up the last of the egg yolk with some home fries. Smith offered her a refill on her coffee and she accepted.

The front door opened, the bell rang and Chuck walked into the trading post.

“Hey, Smith,” he greeted the old man. Then he looked at Alexa. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said. “I thought you were in a hurry.”

“I was,” Alexa answered. “I am. How’d you get here so fast?”

“Oh,” Chuck shrugged. “She made so much fuss about walking barefoot through the woods that we took turns carryin’ her for a while. Say, just how mad are you at her?”

“Pretty damned mad,” Alexa said.

“Want to do something about it?”

“What do you mean?” Alexa was wary.

“Just come on out and have a look. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Let me finish, first.” Alexa wolfed down the last of her meal. She took the coffee cup with her. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s go.”

She followed Chuck around behind the trading post. There were three sheds out there, each one with three wooden walls and a sloping roof. She stopped dead when she saw Lynette. The men had stripped her naked and locked her into stocks, with her back towards the open part of the shed. Her legs were parted wide, tied at the ankles to something set in the ground. It presented a very interesting view. Chuck’s companions were running their hands over Lynette’s bare flesh, making her squirm and complain.

“She can’t see anything behind her at all,” Chuck said quietly to Alexa. “And she doesn’t know you’re here. Anything you’d like to do to pay her back?”
For all the wishing for dire revenge she’d done after Lynette had taken her boots, now that she was presented with an opportunity she couldn’t think what to do.

“Here,” Chuck said as he took down a wide leather strap from a hook and handed it to her. “Don’t you want to whip that ass?”

Well, yes. Yes, she did. “She can’t see me?” she asked in a whisper.

“Not at all,” Chuck replied. “Go ahead, lay one on her.”

Alexa moved a little closer and brought the strap up. She hesitated, savoring the moment, and then brought the strap down as hard as she could across Lynette’s taut, round, right butt cheek. It made a satisfyingly loud noise, followed immediately by a shriek of outrage and pain from Lynette. Grinning wickedly, Alexa brought the strap up again and brought it down on Lynette’s taut, round left butt cheek. Lynette screamed again, struggling uselessly.

“You can keep going,” Chuck said. Alexa took him up on his offer, lashing the backs of Lynette’s thighs, and then her calves. The strap had left wide red marks.

“Go again?” Chuck suggested. Alexa thought for a moment. “No,” she answered. “Now I want her to know it’s me.”

“Go for it,” Chuck shrugged. He gestured for his companions to move away from Lynette. Alexa had one brief moment of wondering what she was doing. Then she moved in, pressing herself up against Lynette and reaching forward to play with Lynette’s breasts. They weren’t quite as big as the skier always tried to make them appear. Alexa pinched the other woman’s nipples and started bumping up against her as if she was fucking her. Lynette squirmed and made complaining noises. It sounded as if the big black bit gag was still wedged between her teeth. Alexa stopped pinching and started caressing. Lynette relaxed a little.

“Isn’t this nice?” Alexa crooned to the other woman. “Mmmm…you have delicious tits, dear.”

Lynette exploded into squirms, struggles and more muffled complaints. Alexa ignored her and kept humping away until she remembered that the three men were watching her. She looked up. They all seemed very interested in what she was doing.

“I really have to be going,” she said. “This was fun, though. Thanks.” She slapped Lynette’s ass as she stepped back.

“Sure you can’t stay a little longer?” Chuck asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Alexa looked at Lynette. “Have fun, girl,” she said, patting Lynette’s rump gently. Lynette still flinched. Well, from the big red marks on her ass and legs she had to be pretty sore. She made a snarling noise.
“It was nice meeting you guys,” Alexa said to the three men. She didn’t wait for a reply. She set out at a trot, heading north, which wouldn’t take her anywhere near her camp. They already knew what direction she’d come from, and she couldn’t do anything about that, but heading off in a different direction might be enough to throw other hunters off her trail if they came across Chuck and his buddies and got to talking. Once she was out of sight of the trading post she turned right, looking for her stream again. It was later in the day than she’d planned on, but she just couldn’t resist rubbing it in with Lynette.