“This is very close to the Holy Grail for girl catchers,” Tom continued. “They're no more than five feet tall, they're fit, and very limber.”
“'Very close'?” Mike spoke up. “I'd think these two would be it, not just close to it.”
“Yeah, you'd think so,” Tom nodded as the twins began nuzzling at the legs of their handlers. “But somewhere out there there's a set of identical triplets. No one's ever seen them, no one's even heard anything reliable about them, but we just know that they're out there somewhere.”
“What if they really aren't?” Mike asked. “Out there, I mean?”
“Ah, that's what makes it the Holy Grail!” Tom exclaimed. “If we were certain that they were out there it just wouldn't be the same.”
“Twins, hey,” Will said as he regarded the two little confections. “Are they really identical, or is there some way you can tell 'em apart?”
“We haven't found a way to tell them apart yet,” Tom replied. “But I don't see that it's all that important to be able to do that.”
“How'd you come by these two?” Will asked as he looked them over.
“Believe it or not,” Tom said with a chuckle, 'they came looking for us. Easiest capture we ever made.”
“No kidding,” Will said. He turned to Martina. “Knees, female,” he ordered. It was a specific command. Martina got into position, her knees well apart, her rear resting on her heels, her head bowed. When Alexa felt Mike give her leash a tug, she did the same.
“How long have you had them?” Will asked, turning his attention back to the twins, who had begun to nuzzle each other. It looked more playful than sexual to Alexa, because only their cute little button noses touched.
“Not long,” Tom answered. “We haven't had a chance to really start training them yet, but they'll already do whatever they're told, so that's not a problem.”
“Whatever they're told?” Will looked at Tom.
“Whatever,” Tom nodded. “Straight, oral, anal... they'll even do other females, though they won't do each other. They've got their own little fantasy going.”
“Yeah.” Will nodded. “They're pets, aren't they? Part of the deal is that they don't have to talk, right?”
“Yeah,” Tom said. “You've heard of that, then?”
“There isn't too much that I don't hear about,” Will replied. “First time I've ever come across any, though. They're damned cute little things.” The twins heard that and both of them favored Will with big happy grins and lascivious little wriggles.
“Yep, and they're as loud as alley cats in heat when they're getting fucked,” Tom said. He moved closer to Will and lowered his voice. “Problem is,” he said in a conspiratorial tone, “they just aren't much of a challenge, you know? We're takin' them to Gordburg tomorrow and putting them on the auction block. There ought to be some spirited bidding on them.” He looked at Alexa, then Martina, and back at Alexa again. “How are these two workin' out for you?”
“No complaints,” Mike spoke up immediately. “They respond well to discipline.”
Tom chuckled. “How well do they get along with each other?” he asked. “Last I saw them there seemed to be some bad blood between 'em.”
“I suspect they're still carryin' small grudges against each other,” Will said. “But they get along okay as blanket sisters. Actually, a little better than okay.”
Alexa remembered being told that 'blanket sisters' were females who had slept together naked, usually on a blanket in a stall in one of the slave barns. She looked sideways at Martina, who ignored her, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.
“They do, eh?” Tom rejoined. “That might be interesting to see. You two staying over?”
“No,” Will answered with a shake of his head. “We're takin' our females back to Gordburg on the last stage. These little towns just don't have the facilities you need to really get into trainin' a female.”
“I'd be interested in seeing what you do to that blonde amazon,” Tom said. “Mind if we look you up when we get back to the big town?
“I'll think about it,” Will shrugged. “But just to set things straight, this female here,” he shook Martina's leash, which he still had hold of, “ain't an amazon. She's tall, yes, but amazons were warriors and this here female is an athlete.”
“Why are you making that distinction?” Tom asked.
“Because I've trained an amazon or two in my time,” Will answered with a feral grin. “There was this pretty Army captain that stands out in my mind. She was six feet tall in her stocking feet, hard and lean except for where you didn't want it hard or lean. Anyways,” Will seemed to shake himself as if to chase away a memory, “you get to Gordburg, let me know. I'm thinkin' you'd like to see what can be done with a big girl like this blonde.”
“And the other one too,” Tom said as he looked at Alexa. “If she'd only been three or four inches shorter we'd have kept her. Hell, we damn near kept her as it was. You weren't lying about how tight her pussy was. Still would've liked to tap that ass, though.”
Alexa felt herself reddening a little. She wondered why Mike hadn't had anything to say while this strange conversation was going on. He was standing behind her, so she couldn't sneak a look at him to see what he was doing, or looking at, or try to guess what he was thinking from the expression on his face. Then she felt him put his hand on her head, and his touch sent a little thrill through her. Her hair was way too short for him to get a grip on it, and she wished she'd had time to let it grow out more so that he could. She remembered how arousing it had been when Will had taken her by her hair last year, and she wanted to know if it would be the same with Mike.
“I'm taking my female out for some food and water,” Mike announced. “See you fellows later.” He helped Alexa get to her feet and led her out of the barn. To her surprise, he led her back to the hitching post, made her kneel, and tethered her to it again before he went back into the saloon. There were more people on the street now, including two young women in oversized shirts, denim short-shorts, and calf-high cowboy boots. They began drifting over towards Alexa, slowly, as if they weren't sure of the etiquette of the situation. Then Mike came back out of the saloon. He sat down on the edge of the raised wooden walkway and held out a bottle of water to Alexa. For a moment, as thirsty as she suddenly felt at the sight of the bottle, all she could do was look at it. It appeared to be a perfectly ordinary clear plastic water bottle, unlabeled, but the rubber nipple that capped it looked out of place. She looked from it up at Mike.
“Yes, you have to suck on the nipple to get a drink,” he said to her. He tilted the nipple end down towards her and one cold drop fell from it onto her breast. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, closing her lips around the nipple and sucking. The water was cold, sweet and delicious. She swallowed a mouthful and then another, even as Mike moved the bottle so that she had to tilt her head way back to keep the nipple in her mouth. She heard a nervous feminine giggle and ignored it. She was thirsty, and first things first.
“Is she yours?” Alexa heard a woman ask.
“Yes, she is,” Mike answered. “Beautiful, isn't she?”
“We're from Gordburg,” another woman spoke up. “We're kind of taking a tour. She's a 'female', right?”
“Yep, but she's not just a female, she's my female,” Mike answered. Alexa kept sucking and swallowing, knowing exactly what it looked like and knowing exactly what ideas she was putting into the minds of anyone watching.
“It's our first time here,” the first woman said. “We wanted to look around first before we decided what we wanted to do.”
“Yeah,” her companion chimed in. “It's exciting, but it's kind of scary too, you know?”
Alexa turned her head away so that the nipple slipped out of her mouth. It was her way to signal that she was done drinking for the time being, effective, even if it meant that she frequently got splashed before Mike could tip the bottle back up. A few drops fell on her breasts and thighs. She took a deep breath and a look at the two women. They seemed to be a bit younger than she was, and if she'd been casting a commercial to advertise the charms of Midwestern farm girls she could have gone with either one of them. One had big blue eyes with dark blonde hair, the other big brown eyes with light brown hair, and while the oversized shirts they wore gave no clue about their upper torsos, the tight-fitting shorts showed off their smooth, plump thighs and round, juicy asses to advantage. They were looking at her with wide-eyed interest that might have been described as innocent. Alexa looked back at them without smiling.
“Can we talk to her?” the brown-haired woman asked.
“No,” Mike replied after a moment's pause. “If you're curious about what it's like to be a captive female, the best way to find out is to become one yourself. Either of you have a boyfriend?”
“Well, yes,” the blonde replied.
“Are they here with you?”
“No,” both women answered simultaneously.
“Next time you visit, bring them along,” Mike suggested. “Now, please excuse me, it's feeding time.” He held out a piece of jerky to Alexa, who took a bite out of it. It was spicy and sweet and might have been beef. She chewed and swallowed and took another bite as the two women wandered off towards the slave barn, apparently miffed.
Mike had only brought two pieces of jerky. It didn't take Alexa long to polish them off. He offered the bottle to her again, and she took a few swallows from it.
“We're going back to Gordburg later,” he said to her as he took the bottle away. “But there's some time yet before the stage gets here, and I really want to fuck you right now. You choose where, and I choose how. Do you want it in a stall or in a bed?”
“In a bed, please, Master,” Alexa replied. She'd had enough of stalls over the past few days. A bed sounded so very good, and it implied a bedroom. Stalls were no more than semi-private at best, while a bedroom would have walls and a door. And a bathroom! She'd really like a chance to clean up before getting on the stage back to Gordburg.
“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.