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.