Now they were waiting. Alexa wasn't sure why, but she didn't ask. As a captive female, it wasn't her place to ask, only to obey. She had no real complaints about that. It was actually something of a relief to have everything taken out of her hands, and Mike was showing her some very appealing dominant qualities. Last night's facial had been a part of that, and now that she'd had a chance to sleep on the episode – and thoroughly clean up from it – it didn't seem all that bad to her any more. Even having an audience watch her submit didn't bother her so much. She already knew that she enjoyed being watched while she was naked. Being watched while she was fucked somehow seemed to be the next logical step.
Finally, Will emerged from the barn, leading Martina, also naked, collared and cuffed, at the end of a leash. Martina's hair hung in a loose braid down her back, and Alexa realized that drying that long mane and then braiding it had to be the cause of the delay. Appreciative murmurs went up from the onlookers as Martina followed along behind Will, looking almost shy about the attention she was getting. She looked magnificent, all legs and ass and boobs and flawless skin, marked only by faint tan lines above and below. She looked so magnificent, in fact, that Alexa's initial resentment of her quickly dissipated. They weren't in competition any more, and Martina certainly was a spectacular female. The fact that she was half a head taller than her captor might strike some as odd, but Will liked tall women and Martina had to be the ultimate prize to him, or at least something very, very close to it. Martina, for her part, seemed to like the things that Will did to her. She was probably looking forward to him doing more things, just as eagerly as Alexa was anticipating what Mike might want to do to her. Alexa admitted to herself that she felt that she still owed Martina some nasty payback for that anal strap-on fucking earlier. Maybe she would get a chance at it, and maybe she wouldn't, but it was out of her hands. There was no need to dwell on it. That would only keep her from enjoying her captivity. She still had enough time left here for Mike to do all sorts of nasty, depraved things to her. Right now, she didn't even mind the prospect of him wanting anal sex, as long as he did it carefully.
“Ready?” Will asked Mike as he came up to him.
“Ready,” Mike nodded. He looked back at Alexa. “We're going to retrace the route you took, female,” he said. “You raised such a fuss that it's only fair for the good folks in those little towns to get a good look at you now.”
“Yes, Master,” Alexa replied. She wondered how quickly Mike intended to make that return trip. Almost all of the road back might be soft sand, but even that would take a toll not just on her bare feet but on Martina's as well. But it would be interesting to see how well she was remembered.
“Let's go,” Mike said. He set out heading west, pulling Alexa along behind him at the end of her leash. Will kept pace with him, with Martina in tow. They left End to a chorus of cheers and whistles.
The day began to warm up as the sun climbed higher in the sky. Alexa was grateful for that. It was no easier to walk for any distance with her hands bound behind her, but Mike and Will set an easy pace, and kept to the sandy parts of the road. Alexa tried to do some mental calculations as she followed her new master. She figured that it would take them about an hour to walk from End to the next little town if they were wearing shoes and walking on a firm surface. But they were moving so slowly that it could take them two hours or more to do it. There was no way that they could get all the way back to the beginning before nightfall at that rate. She hoped that they would stop for a good, long rest overnight in one of the towns. And if some time during that overnight stop Mike wanted to use her, that would just be all the better. She smiled to herself as she imagined some of the things he might want to try.
They had the road to themselves for most of the way, and neither Mike nor Will seemed to have much to say. Since they were quiet, their females also remained quiet. Time passes very slowly under those conditions, until Alexa began to wonder just how long they'd been walking. The sun was still behind them, and she didn't dare trying to turn her head to try to gauge the time by how high it was. The road still had ruts and potholes in it, so she had to keep watching where she stepped.
After a while, they encountered a group of three men on the road, heading east. They greeted Mike and Will, who greeted them back, and then they casually drifted over to get a better look at Alexa and Martina. Will explained to them that they could look, but not touch, and offered to answer any questions the men might have. Mike just stood closer to Alexa, keeping a firm grip on her leash. The men were all somewhere in their mid-thirties, average height and build. With the rough clothes and heavy boots they wore, along with the three-days' growth of beard that they all sported, they did look a bit intimidating, but Will seemed to be completely unconcerned. The men had a lot of questions about Martina, plus a lot of admiring comments. For her part, Martina simply stood perfectly still, looking past the men into the treetops.
Yesterday Alexa would have been jealous of all the attention Martina was getting, but somehow today it didn't bother her at all, and the fact that it didn't bother her somehow bothered her. Nothing had really changed since yesterday, had it? So why did she feel so differently? Clearly something had changed after all, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
Their lustful curiosities satisfied, the men left, advising Will that the next town was close by and they should reach it soon. Alexa was relieved to hear it. She was hungry and thirsty, and looking forward to a bit of a rest. They went a little further down the road and soon they could see buildings and people. Mike pulled Alexa off to the side of the road and stood close behind her. She wondered what he was doing, and then he brought his hands up to fondle her breasts and tease her nipples.
“You want to make an impression, don't you?” he murmured into her ear. All Alexa could do in response was moan and lean back against him. His touch, so unexpected and so public, had gotten her almost instantly aroused. Her nipples felt extremely sensitive, and the semi-rough handling he was giving them quickly had them fully erect. He gave them one final pull that stopped just short of being painful and came around in front of her. When he put his hand on her cheek and pressed his thumb against her lips, Alexa immediately opened her mouth for him with an audible gasp and then sucked on his thumb eagerly. When he pulled it out, she was even more aroused, her mouth half open and her breathing fast and loud. Mike grinned when he saw the state she was in, tugged on her leash, and led her into the little hamlet. Will had already gone on ahead, leading Martina.
While Martina raised a stir as she entered the town at the end of a leash, Alexa raised a genuine commotion. She was so aroused that she barely noticed it, though. Her breasts still tingled from Mike's touch, her nipples ached for more attention, her vision was blurry around the edges and her feet were unsteady. She focused all of the attention she could muster on Mike as he led her towards the slave barn, and then into it. The smell of fresh hay tickled her nose yet again, and her arousal went up by a notch or two. It was all she could do to remain standing while Mike talked quietly with a proctor. They seemed to come to some arrangement, and then Mike led her over to a stall that was a bit smaller and narrower than the others. Alexa knelt in the sweet-smelling hay while Mike unfastened and rolled down some heavy canvas curtains that gave them some semblance of privacy. By now, Alexa was half out of her mind. When Mike unzipped his pants and stepped up close in front of her, she readily opened her mouth for his cock.
“Kiss it,” Mike ordered. Alexa obeyed, looking up at him as she touched her lips to the head of his cock.
“Now lick it,” Mike ordered. “All of it.”
Alexa obeyed again, though she couldn't help making a little whine of frustration that he was dragging everything out so much. She was hot. She was ready. She was eager. Couldn't he just throw her down and fuck her? Nonetheless, she did as she was told, licking every bit of her master's cock from head to balls, and even licking his balls a bit, since he seemed to like it when she did that. Now the scent of her master was mixed in with the scent of hay, and it was intoxicating. She kept licking, since she hadn't been told to stop, even though his cock was as long and thick and hard as she'd ever seen or felt it. She desperately wanted to feel it inside of her, but rather than whine again, she moaned, hoping the sound would entice him. If he wanted her to, she would even beg now.
“Now,” Mike said. “Suck it.”
Alexa obeyed once more, taking his cock as deeply as she could without gagging or choking and drooling freely all over the shaft. She moaned and whined while she did it, trying to make it unmistakably clear that she had another hungry hole that wanted feeding. But he put his hand on the back of her head and kept urging her along, so she kept sucking.
Then suddenly his hand and his cock were gone and he was pushing Alexa over from behind, one hand on her back doing the pushing, the other around her waist, keeping her hips up in the air. Alexa didn't resist at all. The hay tickled the side of her face, and she had to move her head so that she was looking away from Mike and what he was doing to get it away from her nose and eyes. Not being able to see what her master was doing only added to the thrill.
She'd been kneeling with her knees and ankles together to keep stray bits of hay from poking her more sensitive spots. Now she felt Mike pushing her legs apart with his hands for better access to those same spots. She shivered and moaned. Being taken from behind didn't always get her off, but she knew that there were some very sensitive places besides her clit that could bring her to orgasm, and she'd learned a few little tricks to help make that happen. She felt and heard Mike get directly behind her, his hands on her hips, and she moaned again, arching her back for him. He didn't need to check to see if she was ready. If he had eyes, he could see how ready she was, and if he put his nose close enough he'd be able to smell it as well. All the same, she felt his fingers at her pussy, spreading her outer lips, rubbing against the slippery inner ones, even brushing against her clit, making her twitch and squeal. Then it felt like he was using his thumbs to spread her wide while his fingers dug into her ass. She felt something thick and warm and hard pressing against her pussy, and then she felt his cock thrusting slowly, slowly, slowly into her, deeper and deeper and deeper. She moaned again, a long, soft, drawn-out sound that lasted until she felt his body bump up against hers. He grunted, deeply, and shifted his grip on her from her hips to her waist.
Then he gave her upturned ass a hard, stinging slap. Alexa yelped, then yelped again as his hard hand struck her other cheek. She could have tried to use her fettered hands to protect herself, but instead she pulled them higher up on her back and further out of his way. It was what Will had trained her to do, and she followed her training without even thinking about it. But if she couldn't protect herself, she could at least react with something more than cries of pain at each impact. As Mike kept spanking her, slowly and deliberately, she wriggled, arched her back, straightened it out again, and generally made him use his grip and his strength to keep her in place and in position. She kept crying out as well. Then the spanking stopped and his hands were gripping her by her waist again, and Alexa braced herself as Mike began to fuck her, hard and fast.
Another thing she'd learned, and never mind how, was that when guys went in for that kind of rough and vigorous sex, especially from behind, they liked it if the female sounded as if they were hurting her a little: Not enough to make her want to stop, but enough so that it seemed like she was submitting in spite of herself, because the pain was like tasty hot sauce on her pleasure. Alexa writhed and moaned and groaned and whimpered, keeping her eyes shut tight, as Mike kept using her hard. She heard a high-pitched, excited and very feminine laugh through the heavy canvas curtains, and just for a moment wondered how many people were in the barn, listening, what this must sound like to them, and what hot and nasty images it was conjuring up in their imaginations. She let herself get a little louder. It wasn't difficult, because Mike's thick cock was hitting those sensitive areas and starting to send tremors through her lower body and little electric shocks of pleasure up her spine and into her brain. After a while of that, she forgot to make it sound as if she was being hurt a little, though she kept moaning. She gritted her teeth, feeling her orgasm building like water building up behind a dam. When the dam burst...
The dam suddenly burst, without warning. Alexa cried out, her whole body shuddering with the intensity of it. She shuddered again as Mike kept plowing away at her, though it was only an aftershock, one of many that grew progressively weaker. She wished that her hands were free, so that she could at least dig her fingers into something, anything. She heard Mike begin to grunt with effort as he kept fucking her, and then his first faint groan. She smiled to herself, her eyes still closed. She heard another groan, louder this time, and braced herself.
Mike abruptly thrust himself into Alexa as deeply as he could and held her close in a grip so strong that it edged into painful. She felt him shudder and heard him groan loudly as he came. She moaned in response. After he'd finished coming, he kept his grip on her for a while, then gave her ass a last slap, more affectionate than punishing before he pulled out of her and stood up. Alexa let herself slide prone onto the floor of the stall as Mike began rolling up the curtains. She felt very pleasantly sated, and didn't care who might see her. She was a little annoyed when Mike simply left the stall without saying anything to her, but it was kind of nice to just lie here for the time being. She could hear people moving around in the barn, and talking in voices too low for her to make out words.
“That's her,” she heard a man say.