The sound of heavy rain pounding on the roof of the barn woke her. Alexa stirred and opened her eyes. The barn lights were dimmed, and the doors were shut tight. The weather front that had brought the rain had also brought much cooler air, too cool for the comfort of naked females, even indoors. As it was, she was grateful for the warmth of Martina's body against her back. The barn was full of females now, driven indoors by the chilly air, and in order to make room for them she and Martina had to double up. There was some sort of rule against females using blankets to cover themselves. Instead, more hay had been provided so that they could make a sort of nest with it and line it with their blankets. With the doors shut it wasn't too bad. She snuggled a little closer to Martina and sighed, waiting for sleep to return. The barn was quiet, except for the sound of the rain on the roof. There were no clocks in here, but to Alexa it felt like three AM.
After a while, it became clear that sleep wasn't going to return any time soon. Back at home in the city she might get up, make some tea and watch cable television for a while until she felt sleepy. She couldn't do any of those things here. All she could do was lie awake with her thoughts.
In a neighboring stall, a female stirred and murmured in her sleep. Alexa kept her body still, but she couldn't do the same with her mind. There were just too many questions, and too many things seemed to be too convenient to be explained by coincidence. How had Martina known that she'd come back to Gordburg? Maybe she had someone here who informed her about it. But then, how had Martina hooked up with the Andersons? How could she have known that those three brothers were after Alexa, when Alexa herself hadn't been aware of it until she ran into them? How had Will known that Martina, his first choice of prey in the contest last year, had come back to Gordburg? Well, he probably had some informants of his own, and had clearly wanted a second shot at bagging the tall blonde volleyball player. Now he had her, and whatever he'd done to her so far had rendered her a more than willing submissive. Martina would apparently do whatever he told her to. Alexa could understand that. Will had a way with females. She knew about that first hand. But then, how had Will and Mike hooked up? It was clear that Will was giving Mike some lessons on how to treat and train a female, and she didn't mind that at all, but she still wondered. She also wondered if she'd have a shot at payback for what Martina had done to her just this past evening, even if it had been done at Will's direction. Her breasts were still a little sore from Martina's rough handling, and her anus still stung from that devilish strap-on vibrator. If she did get a shot at payback, Alexa hoped that it would be in front of an audience.
There were so many questions, and the answers all seemed to be elusive. Maybe she should just shrug them all off and settle for telling herself that this was Gordburg, and things were different here. Except that that didn't quite satisfy her curiosity. She sighed and turned to thinking about what she might do to Martina if she got the chance. It was a pleasant exercise, but it wasn't going to help her get to sleep, not with Martina, naked and collared, so close to her.
After a little while, Alexa turned over to face Martina. The blonde was asleep. Besides the collar, Will had added matching leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Beyond her collar, Alexa sported no such accessories. The cuffs had shiny metal rings set in them, suitable for ropes or chains, but there weren't any ropes or chains available here in the stall.
Oh, wait. Yes, there were chains available, but they were padlocked to brackets on the back wall of the stall. They had clips on the free ends that were used to attach to their collars. Still, a clip was a clip. Alexa stealthily disengaged herself from her companion, got hold of one of the lengths of chain and carefully clipped it to the big D-ring on Martina's collar. They were close enough to the back of the stall that there was still plenty of slack in the chain. Martina stirred and murmured something, but didn't wake up. Encouraged, Alexa went on to the next step, getting the end of the other chain and connecting it to one of Martina's wrist cuffs. That was easy enough, but she wanted to have both of the wrist cuffs clipped together, and that looked like it would be a bit of a problem, as Martina was lying on her side, with that arm under her. Alexa dithered about what to do. Martina was taller than she was, and just as strong, so winning any kind of physical struggle with her was an iffy proposition at best. She decided that she should move quickly.
Pushing Martina over onto her belly wasn't too difficult. Alexa straddled the blonde, using her weight to help hold her down, and grabbed her free wrist, pulling it back so that she could clip it to the ring in the cuff. It worked wonderfully well. Martina had barely begun to wake up before her wrists were secured behind her. Alexa got off of her, anticipating a struggle, and crouched nearby on her hands and knees, waiting to see what would happen.
What happened was something of a disappointment. Martina awoke, felt her wrists secured behind her, and turned her head back to see why, twisting her hands up for a better look. Then she looked around, probably for Will, since her gaze swept right past Alexa twice. When she didn't see him, or anyone else in the stall besides Alexa, she settled back on her side. She didn't seem at all angry or upset.
“You did this,” she said quietly to Alexa. It wasn't a question.
“Yes,” Alexa replied, nodding. Martina seemed to be on the point of smiling.
“All right,” she said, still calmly. “Now what?”
Alexa wasn't sure if she should feel disappointed or not. She'd had herself all keyed up for a lot of struggling and yelling, but Martina seemed eerily calm about the whole situation.
“What?” she asked. Wary that this might be some sort of trap, she stayed where she was, watching Martina closely.
The blonde laughed. “You mean you went to all the trouble of chaining me up in my sleep and didn't have any kind of plan for what you'd do with me afterwards?”
“No, not really,” Alexa admitted, feeling foolish.
“Aren't you still angry with me for what I did to you earlier?” Martina asked with a smirk. “Fucking that tight little asshole of yours and making you squeal while people watched?” She made a couple of slow, suggestive pelvic thrusts as she laid on her side.
“I squealed?” Alexa felt completely confused. She was pretty sure that she'd done some squealing while Martina had been buggering her with that devilish strap-on. She'd made a lot of noises, and some of them could probably be called squeals. But why was Martina taunting her about it?
“Like a little piggy.” Martina's smirk became a nasty, toothy smile. “I did it because my master ordered me to, but I really, really liked it!” She arched her back suggestively. “And now you've got me all helpless and you can't think of a single thing you'd like to do to me to get some revenge for all that?”
Intrigued, Alexa crept closer to Martina, who lay still. For a moment, neither female moved, and then Alexa crept a little closer. This might be Gordburg, where things were different, but it was very difficult for her to reconcile this Martina with the one who had joined up with the Andersons to hunt her. What could have caused such a transformation? Had such a transformation actually taken place, or did Martina have some devious scheme in mind?
But then again... this was Gordburg, and things were different here. Was it possible that Martina as a captive, naked female, was a different Martina than the one she knew? Alexa looked over the blonde's body, all that sweet, toned, bare flesh, those incredible long legs, those strong hips, that narrow waist and those full, round breasts... and those vulnerable-looking puffy nipples. Alexa slowly reached out and took one of those tempting nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Aside from bending her head so she could watch Alexa's hand, Martina didn't move or say anything. She did move, and she made a sound, tilting her head back and closing her eyes with a hissing intake of breath as Alexa pinched hard. Since Alexa had been expecting some cry of pain or protest, and an attempt on Martina's part to squirm away, the actual reaction was somewhat disappointing. So, Alexa pinched harder and applied some twist. Now Martina cried out, but it was more a moan than a yelp of pain. And Martina moved, but she moved by arching her back, thrusting her breasts closer to Alexa, as if offering them both up for further abuse. Alexa twisted a little bit more, but couldn't bring herself to make it really painful, partly because she suspected that Martina might enjoy it. After a moment, listening to the blonde's soft moans, Alexa let go. She knew from her own experience how much Will liked occasional nipple torture. Based on Martina's reactions, he was going to have a lot of fun with her.
It was frustrating. What she really wanted to do was make Martina beg for mercy, but that didn't seem to be a likely outcome. She could spank the bitch, but that would probably have the same result as pinching and twisting her nipple had.
Martina straightened out and smirked up at Alexa. She didn't say anything, but that smug, satisfied expression was infuriating. Alexa had a sudden urge to slap her, but held back as she realized that this was a competition, something like the one between them last year after they'd been put on display naked in adjacent cages and each of them vied to attract more attention than the other. Just like last year, she couldn't beat Martina at Martina's game, whatever it was, any more than she could beat the tall blonde at volleyball. She would have to think of something else.
A gust of wind struck the barn, rattling the doors and sending a puff of cool air into the stall. It was just chilly enough to make Alexa shiver, and it also gave her an idea. She stretched out on her side in front of Martina and then snuggled close to her, putting her arm around the blonde's waist, pulling them close together, warm female flesh pressing up against warm female flesh. The feeling gave her a nasty little thrill, and the fact that it felt nasty made it all the more exciting.
“What are you doing?” Martina asked in a harsh whisper.
“Hush,” Alexa replied, their noses almost touching. “I'm cold. I want to get warm.” She reached up and put her hand on the back of Martina's head before she kissed her.
Now Martina tried to pull away, but chained up as she was she couldn't break free of Alexa's grip. Alexa tried to thrust her tongue into Martina's mouth, but she couldn't get past Martina's clenched teeth. She couldn't help giggling a little: She'd found a way to make Martina uncomfortable. Next she tried to thrust her knee between Martina's long, strong thighs, but Martina kept her legs together.
“Relax, love,” Alexa breathed into the blonde's ear. “We're in Gordburg.” And then she took her hand off of the back of Martina's head so that she could better hold her close while she kissed and licked Martina's gorgeous tits. Martina writhed and made small complaining noises, but Alexa wouldn't let her go or stop what she was doing. When she took the nipple she had twisted earlier into her mouth and began to suck on it, Martina's struggles increased, but she still couldn't shake Alexa off. Alexa took advantage of the distraction to force her knee between Martina's thighs.
Martina tried to squirm away, but the confines of their warm little nest in the hay kept her from getting far, and Alexa clung to her tightly, switching her mouth and her attentions to Martina's other nipple, sucking on it, swirling her tongue around and around it and finally nipping it gently with her teeth. Martina writhed and moaned in her grip. It sounded as if she was beginning to enjoy it in spite of herself, and was trying to fight that feeling. Alexa brought her leg up to press her thigh against Martina's pussy. It felt warm, warmer than the silky skin of the blonde's inner thighs. Martina groaned. She didn't try to pull away now, but her back was up against the side of their nest and there was no place she could go anyway. There was always the chance that she might try to stand up and shake Alexa off of her, but Alexa held her so closely and so strongly that there was no chance that the attempt could succeed.
This was fun. Alexa went back to teasing Martina's nipples with her mouth, tongue and teeth, enjoying the blonde's weakening reactions. She was working up the nerve to put her hand between Martina's legs and seeing what kind of response that got, especially when she slipped a finger or two or three up inside.
“No...” Martina moaned as Alexa began licking her breasts. “No, please...”
One of the different things about Gordburg was that 'no' didn't mean 'no'. There were key words, known to everybody who came here, that meant 'no', or 'Hell, no!', but Martina hadn't used them, and unless and until she did Alexa had no intention of showing her any mercy at all. If Martina actually used a key word, she'd stop, of course, but that would mean that she had won. And if Martina never used one, Alexa would make the bitch come, and that way she would still win. It was just a matter of her being able to work up the nerve to put her hand first on, and then in, Martina's pussy. For now, she warmed up for that step by fondling Martina's tits. There had always been some catty speculation that Martina had augmented them, as nothing natural could look so damned near perfect. Alexa now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Martina's big, round boobs had nothing artificial about them at all. And it seemed that all of that taut, firm, and yet yielding flesh was wonderfully sensitive. Alexa played with them, fascinated not only by the texture and the weight of them, but by the responses she was getting out of the tall blonde while she was licking and lifting and fondling and squeezing. She could better understand now why men found big breasts so fascinating. She had become so distracted by them that she'd almost forgotten her earlier resolve to make Martina come. She had plenty of experience getting herself off. The same basic techniques ought to work just as well on Martina.
“See, I told you that if we left them together for a while they'd become friends.”
Will's voice was so close behind her that Alexa yelped in surprise and stopped molesting Martina. She twisted around so that she was facing him, and saw Mike standing alongside him, smiling knowingly down at her. Will was holding a large, bulging cloth bag that seemed to have something heavy in it.
“I thought she wasn't into girls at all,” Mike commented. Alexa felt her cheeks reddening.
“Girls, no,” Will replied. “But these are two females sharing a stall in Gordburg.” He leaned over to see why Martina's hands were still behind her back. “Yours seems to have gotten the drop on mine this time 'round.” He looked at Alexa. “What exactly were you plannin' to do here tonight?”
Alexa opened her mouth to answer, but she couldn't find the words... or any words, for that matter. Will seemed to find it amusing.
“What do you think?” he asked Mike. “Should we have her go on with what she was goin' to do?”
“I think the moment's kinda passed for her,” Mike said. Indeed it had. Alexa felt more than a little embarrassed, both for what she had been doing and especially for being caught at it. There was no way she was going to start doing it again, not with Will and Mike watching and grinning like sharks.
“Let's do what we came here for, then,” Mike suggested. “Our females look like they're ready for some fun and games.”
“I know I am,” Will said. He dropped the bag on the floor of the stall.
Shortly afterwards, Alexa and Martina lay stretched out side-by side on the floor of their shared stall. Alexa now wore leather wrist and ankle cuffs almost identical to Martina's. Her cuffs were connected by padlocks, as were Martina's, and their wrists were chained to the back wall of the stall while their ankles were chained to either side of the low door. They had been given very little slack. Straw tickled and poked at their backs and legs and asses, and it was still cool enough in the barn for the females to feel a little chilly. Martina's nipples thrust upwards prominently, Alexa's only a little less so. Neither female was gagged, so they were free to make whatever noise they wanted as their captors caressed their bodies. The men seemed willing to share their females. Alexa didn't mind it as much as Martina seemed to. Will had trained her, after all, and from the skills that Mike seemed to be developing, he was now giving Mike some training.
It was new and different and exciting to be stretched out and chained up this way, but Alexa couldn't figure out how things were going to proceed once the men were ready. Even if they turned her over so that she was face down, she didn't have enough slack to raise her ass enough to give Mike a fair shot at her pussy. Then it occurred to her that maybe he wanted her ass after all. Martina had stretched her out some earlier, but not enough to let Mike shove his thick and heavy cock up there without it hurting like blazes.
Mike straddled her, one hand reaching back between her legs to tease her. Alexa tried to writhe and squirm under him appealingly, but she couldn't help worrying that he would want anal sex, so she was distracted. Then he edged upwards along her body and unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. The moment Alexa saw his cock, already engorged and erect, she opened her mouth for it with an eager little gasp. She was able to lift her head a little to make it easier for him to stuff it in her mouth, but could do no more than that. And once her mouth was filled with cock, she could only keep her head up for a little while before her neck muscles tired and she had to let it drop. Mike's cock slipped out.
Mike put his hand behind her head and lifted her up. She let him stick his cock in her mouth again, but this was an awfully awkward way not just to give a blowjob, but to get one. Nonetheless, she did her best to appear eager. Maybe he'd wanted to come in her mouth all along, but as long as there was a chance that he might shift to her anus, she would do her best to encourage him to keep his cock right here, sliding back and forth between her lips, awkward or not.
After a while, he gently let her head back down and moved a little further upwards along her body so that now he was thrusting almost straight down into her mouth. He kept going a little too deep for her. In spite of herself, she began making noises of discomfort and complaint, trying to let him know when he was pushing things a little too far. She could hear Martina making very similar noises nearby, but couldn't see what was going on with her, and anyway, it didn't matter. She had her own problems. Mike seemed to like the reactions he was getting out of her. Finally, with a desperate turn of her head, she got his cock out of her mouth and gasped loudly for a full breath of air. Once she had, she looked back up at Mike with her mouth wide open, ready to take in his cock again. It still wasn't comfortable, but there was something about submitting to him like this that was getting her wet. Mike put his hand on the back of her head again and lifted it up before sliding his cock between her lips. Alexa closed her eyes and moaned softly.
Mike went more slowly and gently this time, not going too deep. He matched his thrusts with pulling Alexa's head a little closer each time. Alexa could feel herself beginning to salivate freely as she felt the thick shaft and heavy, blunt head sliding in and out. She kept her eyes closed and moaned again. She was still worried that he might want her ass, so she did her best to make him think that she was enjoying this. She was, in fact, enjoying it, at least a little, but more because of how she was being forced to surrender to her captor than for any direct physical pleasure she was getting out of it. But as a slave, all she should be thinking about was how to please her master, and Mike was turning out to be more forceful and dominant than she'd thought he would be. How much of that was due to Will's tutelage, and how much of it was just Mike's inner dominant coming out now that he had a female slave at his mercy she didn't know. And right now, she didn't care. As Mike's cock kept sliding in and out of her mouth, she used her tonguetip to caress the warm and hard underside. She heard Mike groan softly when she did that, so she kept doing it, even as she began to get a mild crick in her neck. The more stimulation she could give her master's cock, the sooner he would come. And when he did, she would swallow.
But it didn't quite work out that way. One moment, Mike was slowly and thoroughly reaming her mouth, sounding quite pleased, and the next he was groaning and coming in her mouth, almost violently. Alexa squawked as the first thick spurt hit the back of her throat, and then Mike let go of her head. With no warning, Alexa couldn't keep her head up and Mike's cock slipped out of it, spurting the rest of his load all over her face, making her squawk again. Facials weren't her favorite thing in the world, but Mike was so busy coming that he didn't even seem to notice what he was doing to her. She waited until he was finished. There wasn't anything else that she could do, really. She felt cum on her forehead, on her lips, on her chin, and dripping slowly down her cheeks. There was bound to be some in her hair as well.
Finally, Mike got up and stood looking down at her. Alexa heard a small chorus of cheers and whistles and saw, to her dismay, five or six men watching from just outside the stall. Suddenly angry, she began struggling with her bonds, screaming every obscenity she knew at Mike. Mike just stepped aside to give the men a better view of Alexa, and then he left the stall, along with Will. The men went with them with offers of beers or something stronger in the town tavern.
Still angry and upset, Alexa struggled futilely with the cuffs and chains for a moment longer before she thought to look over at Martina and see how she was doing.
Martina seemed to be doing just fine. Her face was spattered with gobs and streams of cum just as Alexa's was, but her eyes were closed and there was a beatific smile on her face. She kept rolling a little bit to one side and then to the other, slowly rubbing her long legs together and making low, crooning noises. Her nipples were still visibly erect. It looked as if she was still powerfully aroused.
Alexa licked her lips to get a bit of semen off of them and spat. Mike didn't actually taste that bad, but she was still angry with him and so she wouldn't swallow if she didn't have to. Lying stretched out in the straw like this didn't hurt, but it wasn't very comfortable, and the air in the barn was still on the cool side. She began to wonder how long she was going to be left like this.
“Would you care to be freed?” It was a woman's voice. Alexa looked to see a proctor leaning on the low front wall of the stall. She was a younger woman, her dark red hair pulled back into the traditional bun.
“Yes, please,” Alexa answered. “And I'd like to get cleaned up, too.”
“I'm afraid that's outside of my duties here tonight,” the woman said as she entered the stall. She paused to look down at Martina, who was still in her own little world. “I'm just here to set the two of you free from your chains and help you back into your nest.” She looked at Martina's nipples. “My, it really is a bit chilly in here, isn't it?”
“Just get me free,” Alexa pleaded.
“Oh, I will,” the proctor answered with a nod.
And she did. Alexa was a bit put out to discover that the redhead had no intention of freeing her wrists or ankles, which remained in their leather cuffs and padlocked together, but she did help Alexa, and then Martina, to get back into the nest that they'd made for themselves. Alexa cuddled as close to Martina as she could get and tried to get to sleep.