It was getting dark when Alexa woke. She lay quietly for a slow count of thirty, listening for any sounds that didn't belong. There weren't any. Nonetheless, she slowly and carefully pulled down the camouflage sheet she was under to take a look around before she sat up. She was alone.
She'd only intended to take a short nap when she'd holed up here behind a fallen tree, but her internal clock must have been messed up by all her activities of the past few days. Well, it would probably stay messed up until she got back to civilization. There wasn't much she could do about that. She stood up and stretched, feeling a bit exposed, since she was not only outdoors but naked.
It had been too warm under that sheet for her to sleep comfortably with her clothes on. She kept her bare feet on the camouflaged light blanket she'd spread out to lie on as she gathered up her clothes and got dressed. It didn't take long, and once she'd gotten her socks and boots back on she carefully rolled up the sheet and the blanket and stashed them in her backpack. That done, she took out a can of fruit in heavy syrup, opened it, and sat down to eat. She was hungry enough that the snack would do no more than take the edge off of her appetite, but the time it took her to eat it gave her time to sit and think. She'd originally planned to scout out the rest of The Farm in daylight, but now that was out of the question unless she wanted to hang around out here until next sunrise. The more she considered things, the more appealing checking out The Farm at night seemed. She hadn't seen any evidence of any high-tech security equipment anywhere. That didn't mean that she couldn't run afoul of some low-tech stuff, but if she was careful she should be all right.
Once she'd decided on a night reconnaissance, she had to consider what to do with her backpack. She didn't think she'd be able to find it at night, and since there was no telling what she might run into she decided to bring it along with her. It didn't weigh all that much to begin with, and now it would be lighter by the weight of one small can of fruit salad. She buried the can in a small hole she dug under the fallen tree, shouldered her pack, and set out to see the sights. On a whim, she went back to where she'd seen the live scarecrow. The female wasn't there. Alexa slipped into the cornfield. It was still light enough for her to see where she was going, but visibility was dropping fast. By the time she got to the far side it was almost completely dark. There was a narrow dirt track just past the rows of corn, but no sheltering hedge on the far side of the track. She crouched down and looked around. She could see a barn not too far away, the narrow end towards her and the big double doors open. Electric lights illuminated the interior. She could see ordinary farm machinery and equipment inside, and two men working on the engine of a small tractor. They had their backs to her. She watched them for a while to see if they would turn around and look in her direction, but they seemed completely absorbed in whatever they were doing.
Off to the left, and some little distance away, Alexa could see an old-fashioned two-story farmhouse, complete with a covered porch that appeared to wrap itself completely around the structure. There were lights on, on both floors. Past the farmhouse were some smaller outbuildings. From the look of things here, she'd found the actual farm part of The Farm. Nothing interesting was likely to be going on there. All the good stuff had to be going on off to her right somewhere. She waited for it to get a bit darker before she started off along the trail to her right. In a little while she came to the beginning of the overgrown hedge she'd sheltered behind earlier, and here she had to stop to think. She knew she hadn't seen all of the hedge, but what she had seen was practically impenetrable. If she kept it between her and the buildings she'd be hidden from sight, but the stuff she wanted to see would be just as hidden from her. There might be a place where she could slip through it somewhere up ahead, but then again there might not be, and as dark as it was getting even if there was one she might not see it.
Finally, Alexa sighed and went to the other side of the hedge. It was in deep enough shadow that she thought she could remain unseen as long as she was careful. The drab clothes she was wearing helped to conceal her in the woods, and they were dark enough not to stand out too much. Moving slowly, she picked her way along the hedge. Off to her left she could see the line of sheds...no, it had to be a line of different sheds, because these were lower and wider and there wasn't any barn behind them. She paused, trying to see if there were any females caged up there. If there were, they weren't moving. Alexa kept going. Soon she came to the line of sheds that she'd seen earlier, but these all appeared to be empty. Did they take the females inside for the night? If they did, she'd have to find out where they took them to and then find a way to get in there unseen.
Or she could just slip away into the night, but what fun would that be? Well, it would be more fun than getting caught, but that was a risk she was willing to take. Just thinking about it had her all keyed up already. She'd seen the inside of the slave market back in Gordburg, and knew what went on in there. Now she wanted to see what went on here. She moved along the hedge a little further and then risked a dash to the line of sheds. She seemed to be in luck. The shed at the end, the one she took cover in, was unoccupied. The cage within it sat empty, aside from what might be a couple of blankets bunched up in a corner and what was clearly a water bowl near the cage door. Alexa waited for a shout that might tell her that she'd been spotted, but there wasn't one. Maybe it had just never occurred to them here that a woman might try to sneak in.
Getting close to the barn behind the sheds was easier than she'd expected. It was all shadows and gloom between that building and the sheds and soon she was at the barn. It looked and felt as if there should have been chinks in the rough plank wall that she could look through to see the inside, but every possible crack or crevice appeared to have something behind it completely blocking her view. She could hear faint noises coming from inside, though: Deep male voices that sounded like commands were mixed in with higher-pitched female wails of complaint or protest and an occasional yelp of pain. Alexa felt frustrated. She began looking around for a way into the barn, which was a sizeable structure, even if it was nowhere near as big as the vast and cavernous slave market back in Gordburg.
She made her way slowly around the barn, groping for anything that might be a door or a window. What she finally found felt very much like a ladder right next to the big double doors at one end of the building. It also felt as if it was permanently attached to the side of the barn, which struck her as odd. But if there was a ladder here, that had to mean that somewhere up there was some kind of way into the barn. She started to climb, as quietly as she could, hoping that whatever opening there might be wasn't locked shut.
It was still so dark that she got to the top of the ladder without seeing anything, so she began feeling around with one hand while she kept a tight grip on the ladder with the other. Eventually she found some sort of handle sticking out from the wall. It was a latch, not a doorknob. She lifted it slowly and then pulled. A small wooden door, invisible in the dark, swung open. The hinges creaked ever so faintly, but the noise was still enough to make Alexa cringe. She could see a dim light coming from inside. She waited, her heart pounding, to see if anyone had seen or heard what had happened. When there was no cry of alarm or challenge, she sought any handhold that she could use to get in through the doorway. She found a grip and gingerly eased herself off of the ladder and into the barn. She was high enough up so that a fall would certainly injure her, and she didn't want to end her adventure recuperating from a broken leg or arm. Once inside, she quietly pulled the door shut behind her and latched it. There was enough light for her to see that she was in a hayloft, complete with bales of hay stacked as high as her head, with a narrow passageway between them. Now she could more clearly hear those deep male and high-pitched female voices. It sounded as if something very interesting was going on, so she went looking for some place where she could see it.
She had no experience with actual barns, and while the lower part of this one sounded as if it was given over to non-traditional barn activities, the upper part was stuffed with everything from bales of hay to sacks of grain to barrels of... well, she didn't know what might be in the barrels and she didn't really care. She just wanted to find a place where she could see what was going on below. At last she came to the source of the dim light up here. It was an open trapdoor. There was a block and tackle rig hanging from the rafters directly above it, and it was more than large enough to pass one of the hay bales through. She stretched out on the plank floor and peered cautiously over the edge. Some fifteen or twenty feet directly below her, she saw half a dozen females, each one on her hands and knees, being walked slowly around in a circle. Each one appeared to be collared, with leather cuffs buckled around their wrists and ankles. Each one also had her own handler holding her leash. All of the handlers were big, burly types, and each one of them held a riding crop in his free hand. If a female did something wrong, she got her ass smacked with it. Alexa watched, but couldn't tell what sorts of infractions the females might be committing. Maybe their handlers were just doing it because they felt like it. Sometimes they struck their females hard enough to make them yelp, sometimes they were no more than love taps, maybe just to keep the females on edge. It was an interesting scene, but only for the first couple of minutes. Alexa kept watching, trying to figure out the point of it all. But all that happened was that the females kept crawling around in a circle, urged on by their handlers. From her vantage point she couldn't see any of the females' faces, only their backs and legs. Which, she had to admit, looked pretty good. Two of them had especially attractive asses, even covered with red marks as they were.
From time to time, Alexa could hear louder noises, mostly screams and shrieks, but she couldn't see where those were coming from. She moved around the trapdoor opening, trying to see other parts of the barn, and discovered that this barn was divided into at least two sections, with a high wall separating them. The problem was that most of the really interesting noises seemed to be coming from the other side of that wall. She set out to find a way to see into that section, reasoning that if there was one trapdoor up here there might be another one. There was, but it took her a while to find it. As neatly as everything was stacked and packed up here, the narrow passageways were a bewildering maze in the dim light. And when she found it was shut, not open. Really, really interesting noises were coming up from beneath it. Alexa just looked at the trapdoor for a moment. It didn't look as if it was locked or secured in any way, but she couldn't just open it. Someone down below would be bound to notice that. What to do?
She crouched down and drew her sheath knife. That was another thing Will had taught her, to always carry a knife when outdoors. Will regarded a knife as more of a useful tool than a weapon, and now Alexa put it to use as a tool, sliding the heavy blade into the crack between the trapdoor and the hayloft floor. She slowly levered the trapdoor up until she could see what was going on if she laid down and put her eye close to the opening. Her first concern was whether or not anyone would notice what she was doing, but from what she could see no one had. There were three men down there, all tall and strong-looking, though none of them were as bulked up as the slabs of beef and bone she'd seen before. They had four females kneeling along a wall, naked, blindfolded and apparently with their hands secured behind them. Alexa couldn't be sure, but she thought that she recognized the four as the females she'd seen at End. Whether they were or not, they all seemed apprehensive. She slid the blade in a little further and levered the trapdoor up a little more. The damn door was heavy, and she had to press down hard on the hilt of her knife. It left her in a position that wasn't very comfortable, but at least she now had a better view. She watched as two of the men took one of the females, helped her to her feet and made her stand with her back to the wall she'd been leaning against, but five or six feet away from it. The third moved off somewhere out of sight. Alexa wondered what he was doing until she heard a peculiar clacking sound. One of the men holding the female in place looked up, and for a moment Alexa feared that she would be discovered, but he was looking in the wrong direction, and focused on something above his head anyway. Alexa saw a blunt metal hook descending at the end of a chain. The man reached up and caught it. When it was down about to the level of his chin, the clacking noise stopped. Alexa watched as the men pulled the female's fettered wrists up behind her, making her bend over forward, and attach them to the hook. The female whined and protested, but all she got out of it, judging by the brief clacking noise that Alexa heard again, was a miniscule adjustment to the height of the hook, so small that Alexa couldn't tell if it had been an upward or downward adjustment. The female writhed and squirmed, making high-pitched noises of complaint and discomfort. The men ignored her as they proceeded to do the same to the other three females, none of whom seemed to be eager to experience whatever the first one was. It didn't make any difference, and eventually all four of them were standing in a line, bent forward, their arms raised up behind them. They kept shifting their feet, trying to straighten up and giving up on it after only a moment. The men moved among them, fondling, squeezing, stroking and spanking, provoking louder noises of complaint and even a little begging, all of which was ignored.
Alexa had begun to wonder if that was all that was going to happen, and then one of the men attached a clamp, with a small weight dangling from it, to the nipple of the first female. She shrieked and tried to shake it off. When another clamp and weight was attached to her other nipple she quit trying and just stood there keening.
Up in the loft, Alexa winced. Will hadn't been into nipple clamps, and she'd never tried them herself, so she could only imagine how they would feel. She watched as identical clamps and weights were attached to the nipples of the other females. They all tried to shake them off at first, only to give up quickly as the weights bounced and swung, no doubt increasing their discomfort. Eventually they were all reduced to trying to keep perfectly still, though they were all whining and whimpering.
One of the men came over with a short leather strap. He began smacking the females' smooth and unprotected asses with it, making them jump and move, which made the weights hanging from the nipple clamps bounce around, which in turn made the females try to keep still again. Eventually, no matter how hard the man used the strap, the most any of the females would do when she was struck was jerk and shriek. Alexa was beginning to find all this disturbingly arousing, She realized that she was unconsciously pressing her thighs together tightly.
The man who'd been whipping the females held on to the strap, but instead of using it he slung it over his shoulder and went to each female in turn, making her spread her legs before he groped between them. The females were noisy as could be now, but that seemed to be all they were willing to risk. Alexa heard actual sobs. The other two men reappeared, carrying lengths of heavy chain. As Alexa watched, they attached a chain to the wall behind each of the females and then ran them up between the females' parted legs before attaching them to something Alexa wasn't able to see. They kept making little adjustments to the height and tautness of each chain as the females stood there. They kept pretty still and relatively quiet until the men came back to them and adjusted the chains where they ran between their legs. Alexa guessed that the men were making sure that each chain ran exactly between a female's pussy lips. Will had done the same to her a couple of times, but with rope instead of chain and with the rope attached to another rope tied tightly around her waist instead of to a wall and some other solid object.
“This one's pretty wet already,” one of the men said as he finished adjusting a chain.
“This one too,” one of his companions said as he finished with another one of the females. “Those other two not so much.” He cupped a breast in his hand and squeezed. The female exploded in writhes, moans and whimpers and he let go of her. “Well,” he said, “Let's get 'em off.”
Alexa watched, fascinated, as the men each took a heavy stick from a small pile of them in a corner. They waited until the females had settled down a little, and then one of the men applied his stick to the chain and began vigorously rubbing it back and forth along the chain. The affected female yowled and shuddered as the vibrations hit her. The man stopped for a moment. Alexa saw the female panting heavily. She'd stopped whining, even though the weights attached to her nipple clamps were swinging slowly side to side because of her shudders, pulling at her sensitive flesh.
One of the other men did the same thing to one of the other females. She shrieked, and it looked as if she tried to arch her back for a moment before she gave up and sagged forward in her bonds. The man kept rattling the stick back and forth along the chain, harder now, and the female actually moaned. She didn't seem to care about how her arms were pulled up behind her or the clamps on her nipples or even the weights dangling from those clamps. Instead, she appeared to be focused solely and intently on the chain splitting her pussy and vibrating against her clit. Her moans got louder and more frequent until the man stopped. She waited for a moment for him to resume, and when he didn't she whined in complaint and began rubbing her pussy along the chain as best she could in an effort to relieve her frustration and possibly to get him to start again. While that was going on, Alexa saw the other females looking around, or at least trying to, since they were still tightly blindfolded, trying to find out what was going on. They found out quickly enough as the men rattled each of their crotch chains in turn, making them squeal and squirm, and finally sob when the men stopped.
Up in the hayloft, Alexa was feeling more and more... edgy. While she was sure that she wouldn't like being treated as the four females were, she still couldn't help but wonder how it felt.
“Who wants it?” one of the men asked loudly. All four of the females promptly responded, though none of them actually spoke any words.
“Who's willing to suck and swallow for it?” the man demanded. The females all responded again, though three of them seemed to hesitate at first. The fourth didn't hesitate at all. She opened her mouth wide and made 'ah... ah' sounds as she rubbed her pussy against her chain. Alexa felt torn between her desire to see everything and her equally strong desire to masturbate right here, right now. She decided to keep watching.
One of the men began rubbing his stick along the eager female's chain, slowly at first, but gradually building up speed. His companions busied themselves with molesting the other females, squeezing breasts, rubbing asses and inner thighs and flicking the weights dangling from their nipples. It got very noisy very quickly, and the babble of female voices moaning, whining, squealing and groaning began to drive Alexa half out of her mind. She was trembling from her own powerful and still building arousal and it took all of her concentration to keep the hand that held the knife that kept the trapdoor ajar from shaking. Then the eager female came, her whole body shuddering over and over as she squealed loudly. The man kept rattling her chain until it looked and sounded as if she came again, and only then did he stop. She was moaning weakly as the men let her down onto the floor. They tied her ankles together before they went back to the other females, each one holding his stick at the ready.
Alexa couldn't stand it any longer. As a chorus of female cries and wails floated up, she relaxed her grip on her knife. The trapdoor slowly settled down. It couldn't close completely because the blade was in the way. Alexa shucked off her backpack and began to strip, hastily and clumsily, with shaking hands. She didn't have to be completely naked for what she had in mind, but she very much wanted to be. She tossed her clothes and shoes off to one side as she pulled them off, except for her belt, which she freed from her pants and looped around her neck, pulling it snug. She stuffed a sleeve of her shirt in her mouth as a gag. She didn't think she'd be overheard with all the noise down below, but why take chances? She rolled onto her back, raising her knees and spreading her legs, holding the belt tight around her neck with one hand while her other hand went to her slick and simmering pussy. She knew exactly what to do and exactly how to do it, and she was already so painfully keyed up that it didn't take her long to make herself come. As she did, she heard first one, then another, and finally the last of the females down below come in turn, which goaded her into trying for another orgasm of her own. She could do that, and did. The second one was never as strong or as overwhelming as the first, but it always went on for longer and left her feeling bonelessly limp. When she recovered enough to remember her name and where she was she suddenly thought about the risk she had just run. She found it way more exciting than sobering, and then she heard the unmistakable sounds of a female giving sloppy head. She rolled onto her belly and inched over to the trapdoor to see what was going on. The rough planking felt stimulating against her bare flesh, and she took a moment to brush her nipples against it for the extra sensation, which made her shiver.
The eager female was on her knees in front of one of the men, her head gripped between his strong hands, his big, thick cock deep in her open mouth. Alexa couldn't tell if the back and forth movement of her head was something the female was doing on her own or something the man was compelling her to do, but she was drooling and whining. The other females were all lying nearby, still blindfolded, still clamped, and with their ankles tied. They were moving feebly and moaning weakly, apparently still overcome by their painful erotic ordeal. The one sucking cock – or getting her mouth fucked – was also still blindfolded and also still wearing her nipple clamps. As Alexa watched, one of the other men came up behind her and delivered a stinging swat to her ass with the leather strap they'd used earlier. The female grunted and struggled. At the second swat, which sounded harder and more painful, she tried to squirm free, or at least get that cock out of her mouth, but the man's grip on her head was too strong for her to succeed. Then Alexa heard the man groan and the female whine plaintively. Both of them went still, except for some small thrusts, accompanied by further groans, made by the man. When he'd finished, he pulled out and slapped the female's face with his cock.
“Swallow it!” he barked. The female seemed to hesitate, opening and closing her mouth a couple of times before she tilted her head back and swallowed. As she stayed on her knees, gasping, a second man quickly took the place of the first, giving the female little time to catch her breath. It didn't take him long to come in the female's mouth. Once again, he slapped her face with his cock after pulling out, and once again the female tilted her head back to swallow. She was beginning to look exhausted, but the men gave her no mercy as the third one shoved his cock into her mouth and almost down her throat in spite of her wordless pleas and protests. He pulled out before he came, and began to jerk off between the female's breasts. Pressing them against his cock as he slid it up and down. The female gasped for breath, and then shrieked in surprise and dismay when he came all over her face.
Sated and shaky, Alexa slowly and carefully slid her knife out of the trapdoor and then quickly grabbed her clothes and got dressed. She pulled the sleeve of her shirt out of her mouth. It was wet with her saliva, but not too wet to wear. She really needed to get out of here now, before the urge to stay and watch even more overcame her sense of caution. She didn't want to be caught, but she did want to leave something behind to let somebody know that there had been an intruder, so she carefully scratched an 'A' into the wood with the point of her knife. Now dressed, she stood up and slipped on her backpack before making her way back to where she'd gotten in. She managed to climb down the ladder without being seen, and slipped away into the night, feeling a strange urge to have a cigarette and then a nice nap.