by S. J. Lewis
“Come with me, then,” Mike said as he unhitched her from the post. “I expected you to say that, and I've already got us a room.”
He led her into the saloon and then up the flight of stairs in back up to the second floor. Alexa heard murmurs from the men in the saloon as they went up, then a few whistles and a smattering of applause before they passed out of sight. She bowed her head and turned away so that no one would see her grinning.
“Here we are,” Mike said as he led her into the small bedroom and shut and locked the door behind them. “Kind of looks like the room where we had our first fuck, doesn't it?”
“Yes, Master,” she agreed. Well, he was right, but she wasn't sure why he'd brought that up.
“I want to relive that special moment, but I want to do it my way,” he said. He went over and sat on the bed and began to take off his boots. Alexa stood where she was, watching him, and as she did that, he watched her back, with a big smile on his face.
He stood up to take off his shirt and pants, then shed his boxers and laid down on his back on the bed.
“Come here, Alexa,” he said, beckoning her with one crooked finger. He was still smiling, and it was difficult for Alexa not to smile back as she went over to him. When she was close enough, he reached out and took hold of her leash again.
“Get up on the bed,” he ordered. “Kneel right here, next to me.” He patted the bed. By now, Alexa had considerable practice at doing things with her hands tied or cuffed or manacled behind her. She got up onto the bed and knelt alongside Mike, looking down at him, wondering what he had in mind. He used the leash to pull her head down until he could grip the back of her neck with his other hand. He pulled her head lower, in the direction of his cock.
“Suck it,” he ordered. “Get me nice and hard.”
Alexa couldn't help salivating as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. He was already more than half erect in anticipation of her lips and tongue, and while his cock tasted of musk and sweat, it wasn't unpleasant. Alexa closed her eyes and began to suck, slowly. She loved it when she could feel him growing longer and harder because of what she was doing. She especially loved it when she could make him moan by running her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of the shaft. She never had any trouble doing that when she was kneeling before him, but doing it this way made it almost impossible. Mike didn't seem to mind. He kept his hand clamped on the back of her neck, but didn't try to set her pace or how far she took him in. She drooled around him, her saliva trickling down onto his balls.
“Enough,” he said finally as he let go of her neck but not her leash. Alexa straightened up, but stayed bent over enough to give the swollen head of his cock a lick with her tonguetip.
“Come on, female,” Mike said to her. “Impale yourself now. I want to watch while you do all the work.”
Alexa smiled down at him wickedly and slowly spread her legs so that she could straddle him. Just thinking about how his cock would feel inside of her had her more than aroused enough. The last time they'd done this, though, she'd had her hands free and was able to use them to guide his cock. This time her wrists were secured behind her with those leather cuffs, and getting his cock up inside her, even as big and stiff and hard as it was, might be a little difficult. But while Mike never let go of her leash, he used his free hand to position himself for her. Alexa let out a long, low sigh of pleasure as she obeyed his order to impale herself. She slowly settled down until she was sitting on him, her knees splayed wide to either side of him. He took the end of her leash in his teeth and reached up with both hands to fondle her breasts. He was just rough enough about it to give her a little shiver of pleasure.
“Get to work, female,” he ordered. He was smiling again, and Alexa smiled back as she began grinding her hips. This was different, and exciting. He had control of her through the leash and the cuffs, but she had control over their actual fucking. She already knew how to get herself off while riding cowgirl like this, but she wanted to use what control she had to find out how close to the edge she could bring her master without sending him over it. She experimented with little shifts of position and angle and depth and varied her movements from hip-grinding to up-and-down and back again. Mike seemed to like every moment of everything she did, and after a little while she was sure that he knew exactly what she was doing and that he liked that too.
“Make yourself come, female,” Mike finally ordered, his voice rough and raspy. “I want to see you come.”
“Yes, Master,” Alexa agreed happily. She had no idea how long she'd been at it, but her thighs were starting to burn a little and she was starting to sweat from her exertions. She closed her eyes and tilted her head way, way back, concentrating on getting just the right amount and kind of friction on just the right spots, even when Mike grabbed her tits again and squeezed them hard. But she was too far gone now to be distracted, even when she felt him pinching her nipples. When she came it was with violent shudders and unladylike squeals. The sheer intensity of her orgasm left her feeling weak and dazed, so that when Mike moved to put himself on top of her and then put her legs over his shoulders so that he could penetrate her more deeply, all she could do was lie back and enjoy it. And she did enjoy it: Very, very much.
Chapter Nineteen
“Hold still now, female,” Mike ordered. Alexa, on her hands and knees, naked and collared, obeyed, though she had some misgivings about what her master was doing. They were back in Gordburg now, and had been for several days. Mike had kept her in the huge old barn that housed the slave market, either in one of the smaller downstairs rooms adjacent to the slave market, or in one of the 'upstairs' chambers. Once a day he brought her outside for some fresh air and exercise in a fenced-in area behind the barn, always collared and at the end of a leash. There were always other masters there, walking their own naked females, and also always a number of onlookers just outside the fence, watching everything. There were always some women in the audience. Alexa had seen Martina there only once, and the tall blonde had been so intent on obeying Will's commands that she hadn't noticed Alexa at all.
Mike put the nasty-looking harness around Alexa's waist and drew it snug before belting it tight. That part wasn't so bad, but it was the other strap that had her worried. It was attached to the waist belt in front and obviously designed to be run between her legs and back up behind her, where it would be fastened to the waist belt. She'd seen similar nasty devices before, like when Martina had ass-fucked her with that vibrating strap-on. This one had a dildo protruding from the front of it that looked very much like what Martina had used on her, except that it seemed to be a little thicker, and resembled small balls encased in a tube of bright purple plastic. That part wasn't so bad, as it was clearly intended to go into some other female. But on the inside part of the crupper strap there were two more dildos, both bright pink. One was thick, with an even thicker bulbous end, and about six inches long. The one immediately next to it was only a little thicker than her thumb, with its own bulbous end. It was also only a few inches long. She had no doubts as to where those two things were meant to go, especially since Mike was carefully smearing some kind of clear gel lubricant on both of them. She shifted her weight nervously from one knee to the other. She cleared her throat nervously.
“Master...” she said in a small, tense voice.
“Silence, female,” Mike ordered as he looked at the two dildos before deciding that the little one needed a bit more lubricant. Alexa swallowed nervously and looked away. Mike had become more and more demanding once they'd returned to Gordburg. He also seemed more confident about what he wanted and more assured about Alexa's submissiveness. Alexa, for her part, found herself responding to it even when he pushed her envelope. What made submitting easier for her was the way Mike found ways to give her pleasure, either with his cock, his mouth, his hands, or toys. Or all of them together. More than once he'd reduced her to abject begging for release, her voice high-pitched as she pleaded with him. He knew pretty we
ll what pleased her now, and he always mixed a little pain in with that pleasure. Alexa found herself increasingly attracted to him, and more and more eager to please him.
What he was doing now, though, had her a bit uneasy. She knew that rigs like the one he was putting on her now had vibrators built into the dildos, ones that could somehow be activated by remote control. Since he probably wasn't strapping a dildo to her so that she could use it on him, that meant that she was certainly meant to use it on another female. That implied an audience of at least one, that one being whatever master had offered his female for such treatment. The last time she'd been outfitted with a strap-on, though, she'd been made to use it to fuck her three competitors from the contest last year while they were held helpless and spread in wooden stocks. The audience then had been a lot bigger than one, and entirely male. Thinking back on it, she could hardly believe that she'd done it, but at the time she'd gotten an incredible high out of literally sticking it to those other females.
“Hold still,” Mike repeated as he brought the crupper strap up. Alexa shivered as she felt him inserting the two dildoes into her. The lubricant on them felt cool at first, but then started to warm up. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but she still had trouble getting used to the feeling of something going up her ass. So far Mike hadn't tried anal sex with her. She'd been sure that he would, but all he'd done was stick some toys up there occasionally, and their time in Gordburg was running out.
He pulled the crupper strap snug and buckled it in place. Now Alexa felt oddly stuffed, and just a little bit ridiculous with that garish purple appendage sticking out from between her legs. It wasn't even a plausible purple color, but some bright, improbable day-glo shade. She wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to glow in the dark.
“How does that feel?” Mike asked as he took the end of Alexa's leash and stood upright.
“May I speak, Master?” Alexa asked as she looked up at him.
“Speak, Alexa,” Mike told her.
“I don't know what all this is for, Master,” she said.
“You'll see soon enough,” Mike said. “Now, come along.” He gave her leash a tug as he opened the door to the windowless little 'upstairs' room of the slave market. Alexa crawled along after him obediently, trying to ignore how that silly purple thing bobbed up and down. They went down a short, narrow hallway to another door. Mike knocked at it. It opened almost immediately, and Alexa could hear excited male voices and the weak cries of a female. She crawled into the room behind her master, feeling uneasy about what she might see.
The first thing she saw was Martina, naked, collared, blindfolded, leashed and on her hands and knees on a thin tan-colored pad on the floor. Will was standing over her, holding her leash in one hand and a long, thin wooden rod in the other. There were thin red stripes visible on Martina's ass and the backs of her thighs. They looked fresh. There were men standing all around Martina, and they gave a cheer when they saw Alexa enter. Martina whimpered, but stayed put. Alexa did not look up to see the faces of the men. She kept her gaze fixed on Martina.
Mike knelt down next to Alexa and spoke quietly into her ear.
“Remember what that female did to you before?” he asked, his breath warm on Alexa's neck and cheek. “Well, now you're going to do it back to her.”
Alexa drew back a little as she looked at Martina. There were clamps on the blonde's nipples, and small weights hanging from the clamps. Just the look of them were enough to make Alexa wince. The thought of how they would bounce and swing if she started ass-fucking Martina made her grit her teeth. She really bore no ill-will towards Martina any more. They'd slept together naked, and walked all that way side by side behind their masters. Why, they were 'blanket sisters', weren't they?
Oh, who was she kidding? Of COURSE she was going to roger that big blonde bitch! She was going to make her squeal like a pig! And all of the men here were going to watch her do it!
“Yes, Master,” she said, her eyes focused on Martina's striped ass as she grinned hungrily.
“Hold still a minute,” Mike ordered. He began smearing lubricant gel on that silly purple prod. Will began applying some of the same stuff to Martina's ass and anus, which made the blonde jerk and twitch and let out high-pitched squeals.
“Go,” Mike whispered into Alexa's ear as he gave her butt a slap. Alexa began crawling towards Martina, who was whimpering now in anticipation of what was coming. She jumped and yelped when Alexa reared up and put her hands on her hips, but a stern word from Will made her keep still, even though Alexa could feel her trembling. Will bent down to help Alexa get the purple rod started. When he straightened up and moved away, Alexa took a little time to savor the moment before she thrust the dildo as far into Martina's ass as it would go. Martina squealed, gratifyingly loudly and piggly-ish. Alexa grinned up briefly at the watching men and began fucking the blonde as hard and as fast as she could, loving all the sounds that it drove out of Martina.
And then someone started up all of the vibrators, not just the one buried in Martina's shapely ass but the ones inside of Alexa as well. It caught her completely by surprise. She arched her back, dug her nails into Martina's hips, and screeched up at the timbers overhead. Under her, Martina bucked and screeched as well. Will had to put a foot down on her leash to keep her from trying to stand up and throw Alexa off, but that didn't stop her from trying to wriggle free. Alexa leaned forward and reached around to grab the blonde's breasts for a better grip. That made Martina screech again, and for a moment all Alexa could do was hang on while those freaking vibrating dildoes made her gasp and quiver.
“Fuck her!” Mike barked, and the powerful pulses from the dildoes lessened just enough for Alexa to regain some control over her body. She hung on tightly to Martina, squeezing the soft, warm flesh of her tits, and resumed thrusting. She could feel that the rod up Martina's ass was still vibrating strongly. She could hear shouts and whistles from the watching men. She kept pounding away.
And then her own dildoes kicked in on high again, blurring her vision and wrecking her concentration. Her grip on Martina's tits tightened convulsively, making the poor blonde yowl in pain. Alexa let up on her grip, but all she could do for the time being was hold on, making weak and jerky pelvic thrusts to keep Martina occupied.
“Do it!” Mike ordered, and the vibration of the dildoes sank to a pleasant sort of background hum. Alexa took a deep breath and began thrusting vigorously again. Martina squealed and dropped down onto her elbows. As tall as she was, that made it harder for Alexa to keep her grip on those big, juicy tits, so she shifted her grip back to Martina's hips and kept pummeling her gorgeous ass. She expected someone to turn the dildoes inside her up to '11' again, but it didn't happen. After a while she was able to let down her guard and concentrate on driving Martina crazy. She even slapped the blonde's ass a couple of times as she thrust away. Martina squalled and squealed and wriggled and shuddered under Alexa's assault.
Alexa kept at it, but after a while she felt herself starting to run out of steam. It wasn't clear whether or not Martina could be made to come from this treatment, and as nice as her vibrators felt, Alexa didn't think that they would be enough to make her come either, even on 'high'. Martina began moaning and pleading for mercy a little bit later. Just hearing that gave Alexa a second wind, and she began ramming that purple prod into the blonde over and over again. Martina let out a high-pitched shriek, and her magnificent body shuddered violently. She shrieked again, a long, ululating wail, and put her head down on the mat as those shudders continued. Will waved a hand.
“Enough, female,” Mike said as he pulled back on Alexa's leash. Alexa backed off of Martina and the purple prod slipped out of the blonde's anus. Once it was completely out, Martina moaned weakly and got back up on her elbows. She seemed awfully weak and shaky to Alexa. Had she come after all? She didn't get a chance to decide on that as Mike led her out of the room and back down the hallway. When they entered the little windowless room, Mike shut the door behind them
. Alexa wasn't sure what he wanted now, and that made her feel weak and shaky herself. But all that he did was carefully and gently remove the harness and leave it in a corner. He had her kneel and put her hands behind her so that he could handcuff her, then made her stand up. Still holding her leash, he led her back to the upstairs room where she slept and got fucked. It had a thin mattress of sorts in one corner. Under the fresh white fitted sheet it was covered in soft gray vinyl so that it was easy to clean. It was okay for sleeping on, and not bad for getting fucked on.
Mike made her stand still while he took her collar off of her. This was something entirely new. Alexa felt her heart skip a couple of beats as she tried to imagine what Mike might have in mind. He didn't say anything, but he guided her, still handcuffed, onto the sleeping mat and made her lie on it, face-down. Alexa twisted her head around to look up at him, and saw that he was taking his clothes off. His eyes caught hers, and she saw a hunger in them that made her shiver. He wanted her, and he was going to have her. Handcuffed as she was, she could delay that, if she wanted to, but she couldn't stop it. She already knew how strong he was, and how determined he could be. What she still wasn't sure of was what he wanted, or why he was doing this.
He slipped off his boxers and stepped out of them. Alexa could see that he was already erect. Then he turned off the overhead light, and the small room was plunged into total darkness. Alexa lay on her sleeping mat, waiting for his touch, or his command, but for what felt like an interminably long time neither came. Oh, yes, this was definitely something new! She moved, and the handcuffs made a metallic rattling sound. Where was he? What was he planning? She tried to look around, but there wasn't even any light coming in from under the wooden door. She couldn't hear any sound other than that of her own breathing.
There was a faint rustling noise that didn't seem to come from anywhere in particular, and it made her gasp and look around again, even though she knew that she wouldn't be able to see anything. Mike was toying with her now, and while that was kind of exciting not knowing what the Hell he wanted or was up to made her nervous. When his hands gripped her by her ankles she couldn't keep herself from crying out in surprise. For a moment, and a moment only, she thought he was going to spread her legs so that he could take her from behind, but instead he twisted her legs and flipped her roughly onto her back. She cried out again, partly because the hard metal cuffs dug into her back before she could get them out from under her. But his display of strength in flipping her over was powerfully arousing. She decided to make him work for her, and when he tried to pry her legs apart she pressed her thighs tightly together. Mike's response was to pin her ankles down and push first one knee and then the other between her legs. He did everything slowly and deliberately, apparently confident in his own strength and his ability to make her submit. Alexa whined and writhed in the darkness, acting like a helpless, hopeless captive. She hoped that Mike was having as much fun with this interesting game as she was.