by S. J. Lewis
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 th
ey'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.
Chapter Ten
It was just after sunrise. Alexa trudged along through the woods, heading west, back towards civilization. She felt unusually tired, and knew it was from the extremely irregular hours she'd been keeping. Back home, she liked to keep to a regular schedule, and she was way off of anything that might be called regular now. What she wanted to do was lay down for a nice, long sleep, but that wouldn't help her reset her internal clock and would just lead to more problems down the road. No, better if she just pushed herself to stay awake until sometime after nightfall and then went to sleep. She had enough food for two more days, her water bottle was full, and there ought to be another little stream up ahead where she could refill it if she needed to. All she had to do for now was avoid any prowling males, and she was pretty sure that she could do that. But then, after two days, or maybe three, she'd have to stock up on food again, which meant she'd have to go into one of those little towns. She wasn't sure if doing that would not affect her time, or be deducted from her time, or reset it all the way back to zero. Will hadn't been able to tell her about that. She didn't want to have to start all over again, but she wasn't sure if she could raid someone's camp and take what she needed without being caught either.
At least she was off to a good start. Men, and women, too, all along the road running from Gordburg to End knew her name, what she looked like, and what she was trying to do. She ran a hand over her short, short hair. No one was likely to mistake her for anybody else, or anybody else for her. She paused by a tree and looked around, listening for any noises that didn't belong. There weren't any, so she started walking again. She didn't have any particular destination in mind, which was just as well because she wasn't sure where she was anyway. All she knew was that she was somewhere between The Farm and End, and if she kept heading west sooner or later she was bound to find something. After a little while, though, she just had to sit down and rest.
She thought back to all the things she'd seen at The Farm. It was clearly a hard and brutal place, and yet some females apparently chose to go there and endure the abuse and torture. Why would they do that? Wasn't an orgasm an orgasm, no matter how you got it? Well, maybe not. Maybe there was more to it than just getting off. Last year she'd discovered that she had an unsuspected exhibitionist streak, one that had been easy to indulge in while she was being kept naked in a cage with strangers lining up to have a look at her. Will had introduced her to bondage and submission, and she'd found that she liked it, so long as it was a strong and determined man dominating her. She'd known that some women went in for more extreme activities. It was almost impossible to go online and not stumble across some of those, but until last night she'd never actually watched anything along those lines occur in real time. She was still pretty sure that that stuff wasn't for her, but it had been awfully interesting to watch.
She caught herself starting to doze off and forced herself back to wakefulness. She didn't have any hot coffee, or even any coffee at all in her backpack, but she did have some pricey energy drinks in very small bottles. She got one out of her pack and downed it in one gulp. A little while afterwards, the feeling of lassitude that had been creeping up on her was gone, and she felt more awake and alert. She'd have to be careful not to drink too many of those things, or she might find it hard to get to sleep when she wanted to. She'd known people who practically mainlined the drinks, and after a while they all got jittery and disoriented. Everything had a cost associated with it, and only a fool thought that it didn't.
The day wore on. For a while Alexa was able to keep heading westerly by keeping the sun behind her, but as it got towards noon that trick stopped working, so she picked a sheltered spot and stopped for lunch. It wasn't the best lunch she'd ever had, but by then she was hungry enough that it still tasted pretty good. She downed another energy drink to keep from falling asleep while she waited for the sun to pass far enough to the west for her to follow it. She still had no clear idea where she was, and when she started walking again she felt physically tired.
After a while, she came to a cluster of ruined buildings. All of them were missing their roofs, and any glass that had once been in their windows was long gone, along with the doors. Some of the buildings had small trees growing inside of them. The biggest building was two stories high, with crumbling brick walls. It looked as if it had been a small factory a long time ago. Alexa began poking around, mostly for the sake of something to do. She found an old and rutted dirt road leading off to the northwest and wondered where it led to. She also found two large wooden structures that looked something like dumpsters, except that they sat on stubby legs. They'd been painted drab brown, and their hinged tops were padlocked shut. The padlocks weren't rusted at all. In fact, they looked almost new, and this piqued her curiosity. What could possibly be in those bins that warranted locking them up? And why were they out here? She poked around some more, and behind one of the decrepit buildings she came across something she hadn't been expecting at all. Piled up against the old cinderblock wall, like a deep snowdrift, was a huge pile of women's clothing. She saw everything from jeans to skirts to shirts to blouses, and even a scattering of underwear, bras and panties in every shade from white to pastels to black. Around the edges of the pile she could see the odd shoe, usually something cheap and expendable, and she snickered. Apparently the women who came here gave up their clothes but couldn't bear to part with their shoes. She pictured naked females strutting around out here in heels. It was almost a funny enough picture to laugh at, but it was just possible enough to be true, which somehow made it less funny. She could walk in heels, but didn't wear them as a rule, even when she was out on the town. Heels would be the last sort of footgear she'd want to be wearing in the woods.
She looked at the pile again. It was impressive. Some of the clothing looked as if it had been out here for a while. Whatever was at the bottom of the pile had to be pretty moldy. So why had this been done, anyway? Was it part of some strange Gordburg subculture?
Poking around the rest of the site turned up half a dozen old firepits, a long, tall pile of split logs under a drab green tarp and one empty crushed beer can wedged between some tree roots. There were cleared areas around the fire pits, the ground trampled flat and packed hard. One of the roofless old buildings had had its empty windows bricked up. The floor inside of it was smooth cement, cleaner than any of the floors in any of the other buildings. Okay, this was now officially interesting. Something apparently went on out here, something that women came to and became females for by shedding their clothes, but not all of them their shoes. And then what? Men probably came here too, but what for, aside from the females? Alexa frowned. Did kinky group orgies occur out here? It wouldn't surprise her if they did. From the fire pits, she guessed that they took place at night, but how often? Will had never mentioned anything like this. If he really didn't know anything about it, these were probably private parties of some sort. And if he did know about it and hadn't told her it was probably because he didn't think she'd find out about it.
Her stomach growled. It was time to eat something, but there was nothing in her pack that particularly appealed to her. She had a fistful of granola bars, a couple of military-style meal packs and some chocolate. Normally she liked chocolate, but not when it was room temperature... or outdoors temperature. The meal packs were both chicken a la king according to their labels, and she was in no hurry to find out what they tasted like. She settled for a couple of granola bars. She could find out about the meal packs later when she had one for supper. The beef stew ones had been pretty good.
Sitting for too long made her start to feel sleepy again, but rather than take another energy drink she stood up, took off her pack, and did some exercises. After a few minutes of vigorous activity to get her blood pumping she switched over to bending and stretching. When she finished she felt more awake and alert. Maybe it was time to look for a nice, safe spot to bed down for the night.