Alexa stirred. She didn't feel the solid warmth of Mike's body against hers, and, still half asleep, she reached out for him. Her groping hand touched nothing but air, and she opened her eyes to look for him.
He wasn't there. She was alone in her stall. The doors at both ends of the barn were open. A slight breeze was blowing through the building, and it felt like early morning. She saw some people wander past her stall, slowing a bit as they looked in at her. Aside from a lone older woman, they were casually-dressed young couples, probably taking a tour of End for tips on how to spice up their sex lives.
Alexa sat up and stretched. For the first time in a while, she felt well-rested and well-fed, though not so well-fed that she would turn down breakfast if it was offered to her. Her beautiful new collar was still there around her neck, and as she began to move she saw that there was a heavy chain padlocked to it. The other end of the chain was also padlocked, to a bracket set in the back wall of her stall. It was just a bit too short to let her reach the front of her stall, but she hadn't planned on going anywhere anyway.
On a whim, she crawled over to the low wall separating her from Martina and peered over it. Martina was still asleep, curled up on her side with her back towards Alexa. Her long blonde hair had been gathered into a ponytail. There was no sign of Will, but there seemed to be a couple of new red marks across Martina's ass. Alexa smirked and went back to her comfortable quilt. She didn't know if Martina had done something to warrant a whipping or Will had just done it because he felt like it, and she didn't really care.
There wasn't a lot for her to do here in her stall. For a while it was enough for her to just lie there and not wonder or worry about anything, but that didn't suit her for very long. She got up and began running through the daily exercise routine she kept to back at home. Some of the gawkers who came into the barn stopped to watch her. She didn't mind that at all, but there were some parts of her routine that she just wasn't going to try without some sort of support for her breasts. Time and gravity would have their way with them soon enough. She wanted to keep them just as perky and firm as they were now for as long as she could. Once she was done, she laid back down on her quilt. Her audience gradually lost interest and wandered away, but new people kept wandering through.
She heard noises coming from Martina's stall, so she roused herself to peek over the low wall again. Martina was awake now, pulling at the chain that connected her collar to the back wall of her stall. She didn't notice Alexa watching her until she gave up on it and happened to look in Alexa's direction. She just looked at Alexa without saying anything, so Alexa smiled at her and didn't say anything. Martina turned away without smiling back, and Alexa returned to her quilt with a tiny chuckle. There was no love lost between her and Martina.
After a while, a proctor came by and entered Alexa's stall. She was somewhere in her mid-thirties, kind of plain, but with beautiful big dark eyes and mouse-brown hair done up in the usual severe bun. Alexa didn't recognize her.
“Hello,” the woman said with a smile. “I'm Natalie. You're Alexa Marx, aren't you?”
“Yes, I am,” Alexa nodded. She smiled back.
“I'd heard about you,” Natalie said as she crouched down. “There were a lot of men after you, you know, and since this was the last place you'd been seen they all started hunting for you from here. Are you all right?”
Alexa looked down at the heavy chain dangling from her collar and then back up at Natalie. “Well, yes,” she said. “I'm just another female now, but I did break the old record, didn't I?”
Natalie laughed. She had a nice laugh, full and throaty. “I'd heard that that's what you were trying to do,” she said. “And yes, you did set a new record. I'm afraid that we don't award any prizes for that, though.”
“That's okay,” Alexa waved a hand. “I did it for myself. I didn't even know there was a record to break until I came here last year. Then after I got caught someone told me that I'd beaten the previous 'unofficial' record, but hadn't quite beaten the official one. It gave me an excuse to come back.”
“Did you need an excuse?”
“Let's just say it helped me to make up my mind,” Alexa said. “And now, here I am, just another naked female.”
“You're hardly that,” Natalie smiled. She stood back up, straightening her long black dress. “I have to go now. I just wanted to meet you and wish you luck with the rest of your stay.”
“Thanks,” Alexa nodded. Luck? She thought to herself as Natalie exited her stall and went over to Martina's. What could luck possibly have to do with the rest of her stay? She thought about trying to overhear whatever conversation Natalie might have with Martina and decided not to.
Sometime later, after Natalie had left the barn, Mike arrived with another one of those styrofoam take-out boxes. Alexa scrambled up onto her knees eagerly. He probably wasn't bringing her another cheeseburger, but she was suddenly hungry and eager to see what he had brought.
Mike entered her stall. He put the container down on the floor, took out a pair of handcuffs and held them up so that she could see them. Alexa promptly straightened up and put her hands behind her. She held still as he ratcheted the cuffs around her wrists. They felt heavy, cold and heavy, and that gave her a little thrill. All the same, when he picked up the takeout container and opened it, she forgot all about them. She raised herself up on her knees to see what was in it that could be giving off such a delicious aroma. It looked like scrambled eggs, link sausages cooked crisp, and toast.
“I'm going to feed you,” Mike said as he settled down beside her. “I was thinking of making you say 'please' and 'thank you' before and after each bite, but if I did that your breakfast would be cold long before we're done.” He took out the white plastic spoon that had been sitting in the container and shoveled up a bit of the scrambled eggs. Alexa opened her mouth eagerly for it. When she first tasted it, she realized that there was some kind of cheese mixed in with the eggs.
He fed her the eggs with a spoon, but the sausages and toast were another matter. He would break off a small piece of one or the other and hold it out to her in the palm of his hand. She would have to take it up as if she were some pet being hand fed. At first she was hesitant, especially since people, most of them men, would stop to watch for a while, but after the first few morsels she turned it into a sexy little game, not just delicately picking the food up with her teeth but sometimes licking his palm as well. He didn't seem to mind that at all, so she kept doing it. She was sure that it was getting him horny. It was certainly getting her worked up a little as she wondered what else he might have in mind for the rest of the day.
Breakfast was over all too soon. As Mike took the handcuffs off of her, Alexa realized that there were a number of men standing just outside her stall. Apparently they'd been watching her for a while, but she'd been so focused on Mike and her breakfast that she hadn't really noticed them.
“Is that her?” one of the men asked. They all looked to be about the same age, all dressed casually. What made the speaker stand out was his short, glossy black beard. It came to a bit of a point, and that, combined with his intense blue eyes, made Alexa think of the Devil. She looked at the man for a moment, but then just had to look away. As she did, Mike clipped a leash to her collar.
“Yes, indeed, this is her,” Mike said. “And her name is Alexa. Stand back, would you all? I'm going to give her a little exercise.”
The men stood back as Mike opened the gate to the stall and began to lead Alexa out. She stayed on her hands and knees because that seemed to be what Mike wanted. He hadn't told her to stand up. She crawled out of her stall and into the open area between the rows of stalls to either side of the barn. The floor here was old planking, with stray bits of straw and sand scattered around.
Mike led her towards the entrance, then stopped her well short of it and made her turn around. He didn't say a word, just led her by her leash. Alexa followed, even when he led her around in circles in the middle of the barn. She didn't look up, but the whole time she was acutely aware of all those male eyes watching her every move. It had been exciting last year being the object of so much attention while she was penned up in a cage. This was different. It was still exciting, but there was a sharp edge to it, because as long as there had been bars to keep her in, they had also kept men out. Now she felt singularly vulnerable, even a little uncomfortable. But she was still excited.
“Great ass,” one of the men commented. “Tits are a little small for my taste, though.”
'Someone's always got to be a critic,' Alexa thought to herself as she kept her eyes fixed on the floor. 'How would you like it if it was you on the end of a leash and I told everybody that your dick was a little small for my taste?'
“She could walk or run you into the ground,” Mike responded. “Show some respect.”
“Eh,” the critic said. Alexa could easily picture him shrugging at the rebuke, even though he was somewhere behind her and she couldn't actually see him. “What's with the real short hair, anyway?”
“Think of it as her trademark,” Alexa heard Mike reply. “You see that short hair and you know that this is Alexa, and nobody else.” The way Mike said her name gave Alexa a funny little tingle. She'd been wondering if after this adventure she might get a nickname, like Elf-Girl had, but hadn't been able to think of one. Maybe she didn't need one after all. Just plain 'Alexa' had a nice ring to it, at least the way Mike had said it.
“Any idea where she's been all this time?” another man asked.
“No,” Alexa heard Mike reply. “I don't really care, though. What matters is that she's here now, and on the end of my leash.” He gave the leash a brief tug. “And I think she's just about perfect for my taste.”
Alexa knew that being on all fours as she was anyone standing behind her would have an unobstructed view of her pussy. It didn't bother her. She was a captive female now. Being put on display was part of the package, and if that's what Mike wanted that's what he'd get. She was actually looking forward to finding out what else he might want, especially since he seemed to be getting advice from Will, who knew where almost all of her buttons were and just how to push them. Running free and doing what she could to tempt and tantalize her pursuers had been fun. Now she was a captive, everything was out of her hands, and it was a different kind of fun.
“Come on, Alexa,” Mike said as he pulled gently but firmly on her leash. “Back into your stall for now.” She obediently followed him back, and held quite still as he unclipped the leash from her collar. She could see that most of the men who had been watching her were still watching from just outside her stall. There was just something about a completely submissive female that fascinated most men, even when they knew they would never get to lay hands on her. Given the reputation she'd gone to such lengths to establish for herself, she had to be even more fascinating.
“Rest now,” Mike said to her as he patted her ass gently. She was still a bit tender there, so she favored him with a wince and a faint moan.
“I'll be back a bit later,” he said to her as he left, shutting and latching the stall door. Alexa made a small production of getting into a comfortable position, largely for the benefit of her audience. Knowing that she was being observed, and fantasized about, kept her at a low simmer, not fully aroused but certainly what she'd heard described as 'pointy'. And the fact was that without the stimulation provided by male onlookers, the life of a female captive could be quite boring, with nothing to do but wait for her master to come to her. Multiple masters could cut down on the amount of nothing-to-do time, but her experience with the Andersons had been more than enough to last her for a while.
She dozed, only to be woken by the sounds of spanking and yelping coming from Martina's stall next door. From the sounds of it, Will was giving his tall blonde captive a very thorough going-over, the better to insure her obedience. After a moment, Alexa settled back on her blanket, closed her eyes, and smiled as she listened to what had to be Martina's training. It sounded a bit painful, but it didn't sound as if Martina was seriously objecting to any part of it.
“Wake up, female.” Someone was shaking her none too gently by her shoulder. Alexa came awake slowly and with difficulty. All that time running around out in the woods had really screwed up her internal clock. She'd been getting enough sleep, or so she'd thought, but it clearly was going to take her a while to get back into anything resembling a regular routine.
“Still sleepy?” Mike asked as he smiled down at her. She yawned and nodded.
“After we're done you can go back to sleep for a while,” he said.
Alexa's mind was still fuzzy, and she didn't know what he meant by that. She supposed it would have something to do with sex, and she certainly felt rested enough for that. She looked around quickly and saw that it looked like early evening outside. There weren't any men standing around in the barn, just a lone proctor who she didn't recognize, an older woman with light brown hair. So there wasn't going to be an audience for whatever Mike had in mind, which implied some sort of sexual encounter, but he really wouldn't need to have a proctor around for that, would he?
“Hands and knees, female,” Mike ordered. Alexa obeyed, holding still while he clipped a leash to her collar. It took her a moment to recognize that it was one of those stick-leashes she'd seen elsewhere, but before she could ask why Mike was using it, he was kneeling alongside her and wedging a thick bit gag between her teeth. She didn't resist... well, not much, but she knew that bit gags were used some times to keep females from biting their tongues, and that was usually a danger only when something painful was on the menu. The only thing she could think of that might be painful enough for her to need a bit gag was anal sex. But then again, a bit gag was sometimes used simply so that a female would drool, so all she could be sure of was that Mike wasn't after oral sex at the moment. She held still as he cinched the gag a bit more tightly in place before buckling it. Then he stood up and used the leash to make Alexa pose with her side towards the gate of her stall.
“She's ready,” she heard him call out.
“Be right there,” Will called back. “Get along there, female,” Alexa heard him say, probably to Martina. Now her curiosity was piqued. What had Mike and Will cooked up? Her first thought was that they would want her and Martina to do something together. Then the gate to her stall swung open and Will entered, leading Martina along on her hands and knees, collared, leashed and bit-gagged just as Alexa was. Her hair had been fashioned into a loose braid and coiled up on top of her head like a crown. Alexa noticed that only briefly, because it was the one other thing that Martina was wearing that grabbed her attention. It was a strap-on, held in place by a thick black leather strap cinched tightly around her waist and another thick black leather strap splitting her crotch. It looked a lot like the one Alexa had been made to wear last year as she'd fucked Martina and Naomi from behind as they stood imprisoned in heavy wooden stocks. She'd have done the same to Lynette that night if the bitch hadn't bailed out of the situation, the competition and Gordburg rather than suffer the indignity. Now it looked as if Martina was going to get some payback for last year. If the strap-on she was wearing was anything like the one Alexa had worn last year, the bright red plastic penis had some sort of vibrating mechanism, and the crotch strap also held a small but powerful vibrator up inside Martina's pussy. But then Alexa noticed that the business end of the strap-on wasn't all that thick, and it was only about four inches long. She looked into Martina's eyes, saw a nasty, triumphant glint in them, and suddenly knew that the strap-on was intended for her ass! She started to sidle away from Martina as the tall blonde drew nearer, but Mike checked her sharply with the leash.
“Keep still, female,” he ordered. Alexa shuddered and whined. Having Martina mount her and ream out her ass would be humiliating almost beyond endurance, but bailing out as Lynette had would be even worse. She realized that she'd been mousetrapped. And, since there was absolutely zero chance that she'd try to avoid what was coming by chickening out in front of Martina she would just have to arch her back, grit her teeth, and endure the humiliation. Maybe she'd get a chance to pay Martina back later. She really, really hoped that she would.
Mike kept a tight grip on her leash as Martina crept up behind her and slowly began to mount her, rubbing her body against Alexa's, starting at her ass and working her way slowly up Alexa's back. She kept making happy little purring noises the whole time. That was really annoying, and it took all of Alexa's willpower to keep from trying to turn around and belt the blonde right in her mouth. Then Martina was in exactly the right position, and she stopped while Will took care of some last-minute lubricating and positioning of the dildo. Alexa couldn't help letting out a tiny, high-pitched yelp as the blunt tip of it came into contact with her anus. Whatever the lubricant was, it felt just a little bit chilly, as if Will had been keeping it refrigerated until just a little while ago. She felt it slide in the first inch or so and realized that it wasn't as smooth and even as it seemed, but had a series of small bulges all along its length. Martina slowly, slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly slid it up into Alexa's ass. When she finally came to a stop, her hips up against Alexa's, she began nuzzling at Alexa's neck and briefly and gently seized an earlobe in her teeth. Alexa shivered. Any minute now she was sure that the vibrating would begin, and in the meantime that chilly lubricant was warming up now that it was inside of her. It would get warmer still, she knew. Will had used it on her before. Martina began a slow, steady thrusting, accompanying her movements with soft moans.
Alexa had just about decided that this strap-on didn't have a vibrating feature to it after all when she discovered that it truly did. She jerked and squealed as it kicked in, and so did Martina. It must have surprised her, because for a long moment all that the blonde could do was drape herself over Alexa, letting her take all of her weight, while she shivered and shuddered and moaned and quivered and moaned some more.
“Get back to work, female!” Alexa heard Will say sternly, and there was the sound of something hard smacking something soft. Martina jerked and yelped and then began fucking Alexa's tender round ass vigorously. Now it was Alexa's turn to lose control. The lubricant was tingling almost painfully now, and those damned vibrations were getting right through to her pussy. She clenched her teeth and groaned.
'This could go on for a bit longer,' she thought. Aside from the humiliation factor, it wasn't that bad. The vibrations kicked up in strength and she groaned again. Now Martina was clinging to her tightly. She was still thrusting away, but couldn't seem to keep to any regular rhythm. She couldn't seem to support all of her own weight either, and finally Alexa had to drop down onto her elbows because her arms were getting too tired. Now both females were a tangled, quivering, noisy mess and yet the vibrating and the tingling went on. Once or twice Alexa tried and failed to throw Martina off of her. In spite of everything, Martina always seemed to have just enough presence of mind and just enough strength to remain draped over Alexa's back. When Alexa tried for one last time to get free of her, Martina grabbed her breasts and squeezed and wouldn't let go. Alexa hunkered down, braced herself and closed her eyes.
Finally, Martina shuddered violently. She let out a sound that was a weird mix of a moan, a squeal and a howl right into Alexa's ear, making it ring. She gripped Alexa convulsively and painfully, shuddered a couple of more times, and then went limp, panting and gasping. Now Alexa was able to get out from under her and move away. That got the nasty little vibrator out of her ass, but the tingling from the lubricant remained, and there was a familiar stinging sensation in her sphincter now that there wasn't anything stretching it any more. Alexa crawled a little further away from Martina, who was still quivering and quaking and sounding as if she was dying some slow and painful death. Apparently Will hadn't turned the vibrating parts off yet. Alexa herself felt weak and shaky, and terribly aroused as well. Mike used the stick leash to force her head down onto the floor. He pushed her legs further apart with his foot, and then she felt him kneel down behind her. She didn't know if he wanted her pussy or her ass, but she knew what she wanted. She twisted around onto her back, hampered by the snug fit of her collar, and spread her legs as wide as she was able.
“Please, Master!” she begged, holding her arms wide. “Please! I need you!”
It was completely true. Alexa felt desperately aroused now. If Mike insisted on taking her from behind, she would comply, but she very much wanted to be on her back with him on top of her, his weight and strength holding her down, his cock filling that slick and hungry space between her legs. She wanted that as she had wanted few things before in her life, not least because it would make it easier for her to ignore the tingling, stinging, almost burning sensations coming from next door. Mike just looked at her for a moment. His pants were already unzipped and down, his cock already hard. Alexa resisted a sudden urge to grab it and pull it towards her pussy. Instead she raised her hips and reached out for him. Mike smiled then, and covered her. He was big and heavy, his clothes were scratchy against her bare skin, and the stubbly beard he'd been cultivating felt almost like sandpaper on her face, but all of that simply added to Alexa's excitement. When she felt his cock pushing into her, she shut her eyes, clenched her teeth, and hissed at the intensity of the pleasure she felt, mixed as it was with small pains.
She tried to put her arms around him, but he pried them loose and pinned her down by her wrists. He couldn't do much about her wrapping her legs around him, though, so she did that and tried to pull him closer, deeper, deeper. She could hear Martina still moaning softly somewhere nearby, but that was no more than a mild distraction, easily ignored as Mike began plowing into her with powerful thrusts that made her whole body quiver. She cried out and made one last effort to put her arms around him, but he was too strong. She cried out again. And again. And again.