The Alexandra Series

by Lizbeth Dusseau

  Once the last of the spasms had died off and I came back to consciousness, I began to notice the women around me – the numbers had grown, creating a sea of naked women writhing around me. Without much prompting I found myself aggressively kissing a beautiful Latino woman. My hand instinctively went for her wet snatch, drawing juices from her cunt and offering my fingers for her mouth to lick. The role was awkward for me, but I seemed to move instinctually. Her gasping, whimpering, thrashing about inspired me, and I loved looking at her grimacing face when she came. She slunk away before I could speak with her, and by then, I was beginning to come down from the wild high, feeling more self-conscious with no new lover on which to center my attention. I found myself retreating, waiting for the scene to play out. I could not forget the many times I’d imagined just such a scene in my fantasies. Those images led me forward as I claimed a piece of my sexuality that, for all its natural appeal, still seemed verboten.

  The guests began to disperse about the house, in couples and threesomes heading off to bedrooms upstairs, others to simply sleep on couches and pillows in the library and living room. I’m sure I could have joined them, but I really didn’t know what to do next. I thought I’d seen Will, but I didn’t want to seek him out and Reggie was nowhere in sight. Truth was, I was happy to slip away on my own. Exhausted now, I returned to my room and fell into the softness of my bed relishing its warmth. With mixed emotions, I recalled the hands that played so adeptly with my body. I thought of little else, yet before I drifted off to sleep, I noticed that the blue notebook was missing from my bedside table. I knew Reggie had taken it.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Sunday I rested.

  Monday, as soon as the sun broke Reggie was in my room pulling me from bed.

  “Put these on,” he said, handing me clothes. Jeans, a t-shirt, socks and work shoes. I could barely keep my eyes open, still groggy from sleep as he led me to the stables. The pink and orange sky of dawn blazed behind the corral where we stopped, and the air was so alive that I quickly awakened from my dazed stupor.

  There before me two spirited horses pranced, stomping, biting each other in a wild foreplay. There was some electric in their movements, something base and feral and untamed. When the stallion mounted the mare, I watched in amazement as their furious banging exploded into violent animal sex.

  At the base of my own body, I felt the tremor of their joining as if they gathered from their coupling a force that reached inside to grab those who watched the magnificent spectacle. My own body desired such heat, such violence and such passion.

  Reggie watched the pair with a fixed gaze, seemingly lifted to some other sphere by the frenzied act. I could sense his body heat rising too, his passion and mine feeding off each other, like the stallion and the mare. Both couplings were destined to continue until complete. I didn’t know if he was aware of the force between us, but that didn’t matter, I did. And I planned to use it to get what I so desperately wanted.

  Reggie was master of the stables, too. He was not as charming and witty in this place, but inclined to be even more detached and severe than normal. This was not a genteel feminine world, and the men here conversed without the niceties of polite conversation – although I can’t say that Reggie was crude in particular. I doubt that he would ever lose the dignity that came with his position.

  When he finally turned toward me to explain my presence at the stables, I was completely unprepared for what he had planned. “Alexandra, you’ll be serving Gus this week. You are to follow his instructions as if they were mine. Understand that he is quite anxious to lay his belt on your tender ass. So if you fail to comply with his wishes or do your work up to his standards he will punish you without hesitation. With my blessing.” His voice and demeanor were icy cold; I didn’t expect anything else, but the message he delivered certainly made me experience a whole new level of fear. Serve Gus. Really? “Oh, and Alexandra, I’ve read the blue notebook. You’ve been quite candid. Let’s see if you can be as honest with this week.” His smile mocked me.

  He turned and stalked off, leaving me standing stunned and bewildered by the unexpected turn of events.

  I cleaned stables, shoveled shit, raked the barn, replaced the straw, fed chickens, gathered eggs, rototilled between rows of plants in the half acre garden, and harvested vegetables for the dinner meal. For five days from six-thirty in the morning until four, I lived with the sweet smells of the earth, the animals and green growing plants. I found myself knee deep in mud and slop, streaked with dirt, my body browning where it was exposed to the sun. For a woman raised in the city, I was like a child in the earth, reveling in a place darker and wilder than any I’d ever known. At times a curious feeling of calm came over me.

  I kept to a rigorous schedule, laboring all day, only to stop a four o’clock and trudge back up the hill to the house where I’d see Heidi and Ann lounging pool-side. I didn’t have time to be resentful of their leisurely days. I really didn’t mind the work all that much, though I couldn’t quite understand what it had to do with my sexual awakening.

  I was surprised that Gus didn’t lay a hand on me, didn’t even approach me with lewd comments. In fact, he seemed protective, chasing the other stable men away if they were too casual or familiar with me. By the time I’d showered each afternoon, and had eaten in my room (I found it incongruous to eat in the polished dining room; I understood why Gus found himself so uncomfortable in the big house), I was ready for sleep, all dreams forgotten. Becoming accustomed to the fresh air and the heavy work, the earth and even Gus, my days were mindlessly blissful.

  The only unsettling moments came when at least once a day, I’d find Gus staring at me. Bending over rows of vegetables weeding, or shoveling manure, I’d feel his intense gaze. At first, I ignored him, though my body would quiver nervously. By the third day, however, I looked at him straight on and accepted the way his attention affected me. I was reminded of the men in the Red Rose, recalling that same kind of animal feeling emanating from them. Then it caused me to run; this time, I stood my ground.

  On Thursday evening, I soaked at length in the bath, my limbs floating in the water as if they were not even a part of me. It was a civilizing moment free of strain or anxiousness, when I could consider the strange and puzzling play in which I’d chosen to play a part. I was certain of nothing other than my desire for Reggie, and that I was confused about everything else. My body’s highly aroused response to both the anal sex and other women surprised me greatly. It gave me chills to even think about what I’d done. I was glad that the physical labor kept me from thinking too much about that, or anything for that matter. Yet, I couldn’t help but be curious about what lay ahead.

  “Alexandra,” Reggie’s voice overpowered my drowsy reverie. “Dry off.” He handed me a large yellow towel, then waited in my room until I emerged from the bath in my robe. I sat down on the bed opposite him.

  “Tomorrow is your last day at the stables.” He framed his words carefully. “What you’ve experienced so far there has been easy, but an apt preparation for what comes next. Tomorrow will be quite a different matter, far darker and more demanding. I caution you not to resist.”

  “I don’t understand,” I said. My body was starting to shake just listening to the chilling tone of his voice.

  “Don’t try to understand, just simply accept it as you have everything else.”

  “And if I do resist?”

  “I’d rather you leave here tonight than resist tomorrow. But you won’t resist, will you?”

  “No, of course not,” I answered, even though I had no idea if that were true. I couldn’t even guess what he had in mind.

  He stayed only long enough to be certain of my resolve, and then he left.

  Friday began much as the other days had. I worked, completing all the tasks Gus gave me. The list was as long as any other day, and halfway through, in the same manner as before, I found him staring at me as he had every other day. As before, I stopped and stared back at him
, which caused an immediate shiver to race up my spine, even though the day was warm and the sun was still high in the sky. There was something dark about him leaping out at me. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Surely he was aware of what Reggie had in mind when he told me not to resist the next challenge in my training.

  At four o’clock when my workday was done, and Gus would have ordered me back to the house, Reggie came to me instead. He was dressed in stable gear, though instead of the usual jeans he wore leather pants, well worn pants that snuggly fit his tight behind and revealed the bulge at his crotch in an obvious manner. I’d stopped counting the number of ways he had aroused me, but I knew the leather pants would be one of my favorites, even though I didn’t have time to appreciate the look. In his left hand he carried two leather straps each about a half inch wide and perhaps six feet long. My attention fixated on those straps, on his clenched fist and the bare muscled forearm above it. He was as terrifying in these clothes and in this arena as he was in polished silk and elegant surroundings – maybe more so. I’d never seen him quite like this, nor felt his energy smoldering, raw and earthy and focused entirely on me.

  I stood in the middle of the well-plowed garden, astonished by his astounding air of command, nothing but the dark damp earth around me for comfort. Only as I recovered from the shock of his approach did I notice Gus and two stablemen closing in on me from the left.

  Reaching my side, Reggie grabbed my hands and quickly secured them with one length of leather behind my back. I’d worn a small t-shirt that day, one that snapped up the front. I suppose it was no surprise that by the time he had my arms secured, the t-shirt had ripped open wide and was falling off my shoulders, my chest completely bared.

  “You speak and I’ll make it twice as hard for you,” I heard Gus growling behind me.

  Then with Gus on one side, Reggie on the other, and the other two men at their sides, I was led from the garden and into the dense woods at the back of the property. We hiked deep into the thick brush at a pace I could hardly negotiate. Their rough hands on my arms both hindered and helped me. Though each step was awkward and uncomfortable, they kept me on my feet, pulling back if I started to fall. It wasn’t minutes before my arms were aching from the strain of being bound and the way they jerked me back and forth between them. I wanted to object, but was certain that any complaint from me would only fall on deaf ears, or worse, earn a punishment I would have regretted. I remembered Reggie’s instructions from the night before. Each time I caught the stablemen staring at my naked chest, I blushed with embarrassment and turned away.

  The trek seemed endless, and I was beginning to think it would never end. My legs ached as much as my bound arms, and I found my pace lagging. This only earned me a curt, “Move,” from Reggie and a shove from behind. We traversed a long meadow, moved into the woods again, then finally reached an open path, that unlike the rugged trail through the woods was easier to navigate. I could see our destination up ahead, a small shack fashioned of timbers to look like a log cabin, rustic, but from what I could see, not particularly old.

  Rather than enter the building, we circled around the back.

  “You’ve never been to the woodshed, have you?” Gus chortled, in his element and apparently relishing his part.

  I didn’t bother to reply. And in fact, he didn’t lead me to the nearby woodshed, but to an old tree stump, one about knee high and flat on top. I had a pretty good idea of what would happen next. While the other men backed away to watch, Reggie moved in front of me, critical and cold in his appearance, nothing unusual about that, while from within I could feel his inner fire attacking me in ways that suggested something more dark and ominous than what I’d experienced from him before. It would be much later before I realized just how much this scene aroused me. I wished we were alone, that he’d take me right there over the tree stump, against a tree, in the dirt – I wouldn’t have cared what he did or how, as long as he fucked me hard.

  Of course, my private fantasy had nothing to do with his plans, and I had little time to ponder further possibilities. He moved fast, unbuttoning my jeans and jerking them down my legs. Next thing I knew the jeans and shoes were gone, thrown some feet away, and I was standing naked below the waist, with nothing above but the wide open t-shirt fluttering behind me in the breeze. One of the stablemen covered the top of the stump with a piece of leather. Then as Reggie stepped back, Gus moved in and pushed me down so my belly rested on the cool surface. The leather was little comfort, but it was preferable to the splintered sides of the tree digging into my bare thighs.

  My breasts dangled down in front and from behind, my ass was raised high. When Reggie stepped in behind me and forcefully spread my legs wider, I blushed with embarrassment. By then my bound arms had begun to ache so much that I could barely stand the position.

  “This hurts like hell,” I complained while trying to wriggle my way into a more comfortable position. These were the first words I’d spoken since the scene began.

  “Get used to it. It’s not going to kill you,” Reggie’s flinty voice came back quickly. I stared up to see little but cold indifference in his expression.

  “Take her as you like,” he told the men, then he walked away.

  The first man entering my cunt grabbed my tied arms at the same time and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.

  “You’re going to break me,” I screamed in protest.

  Leather cracked sharply against my ass.

  “Ouch!” I wrenched fitfully, but my audience only seemed amused by my discomfort.

  “But please, my arms,” I tried again.

  Gus jerked my head back by the hair and stared into my face mockingly. “You yell again and I’ll blister your ass raw.”

  My next cry was nothing but a heated whisper, “Please.” Thankfully, it had some effect.

  Gus laughed. “Go ahead and untie her. We don’t want to tire her out too much, she’s got a long night ahead.” My hands were freed at last, and reaching around, I braced myself against the ground. I could feel the blood rushing back into my arms, and was momentarily grateful until the thick cock thrusting into my sex began to pound me into the stump. It was rough at first, but much better as the fucking continued. That first cock was of average size maybe six inches in length, but enough to get me juiced up for the second. After he’d been inside me awhile, the one man moved out and the next moved in. This next cock must have been nine maybe ten inches, and every bit of it pushed its way into my wet hole, thrusting full force. I gasped in shock feeling my sex rent wide, the fucking was forceful and unrelenting. My only hope was that it would quickly be over.

  To prolong the ordeal, the two stablemen took turns with me, one after the other plowing themselves into my dark cavern. Their rough hands pinched and probed and squeezed my flesh. Never had I felt anything like this; never had I been so used. Maybe it was inevitable, maybe they just wore me down, but something altered in me with all that fucking. When the smaller cock was in me that was fine, but I came to crave the larger one. There was nothing about that cock that I didn’t crave – the slutty twin inside me yearned to be so full. I wanted it harder, deeper, in my love hole, in my ass, in my mouth. I didn’t care how I was used. At least that’s where my desire seemed to lead.

  I wouldn’t doubt that the men watching saw how I responded. I imagine Reggie was smirking with satisfaction. I didn’t care. For that sliver of time I was in my own world. I couldn’t care less what anyone thought. Nothing mattered but this physical bliss.

  Then came the chortling taunts, the vulgar comments…about what a slut I was…how I could probably take a dozen…about calling in reinforcements…maybe it was time to stuff my mouth full as well.

  I tried to ignore their jeering comments, but their crude talk forced me from the physical pleasure and back to the reality of me rutting like an animal in the dirt and begging for more. My thoughts spun out of control, the pleasure slipped away. Condemnation and self-reproach replaced anything positive
that I might have derived from the scene. How far I’d succumbed. My behavior was as vulgar as they claimed. How could I have allowed myself to be so debauched! An angry fire burned deep inside me, although something sane in me knew that I had to keep my rage in check. My enigmatic master, the man who ruled this crowd of perverts must have been pleased. I kept my protest to myself, having no desire to incur Reggie’s wrath. I needed to endure this – for him, for the sake of my desire for him, for the fantasy of having him as mine. But from that point on I was determined to find no pleasure in their use of me. I would please Reggie with my surrender, but I would take nothing for myself.

  They spanked my ass, but I didn’t feel it. They pinched my nipples, but there was no pleasure there. They took me as they wanted, for I remained their vessel to be used, but that was all. I would not give them the satisfaction of seeing me respond with any kind of sexual satisfaction. I figured it would be the only way to keep my dignity intact – so twisted was my reasoning.

  Once both men had thoroughly used me, I lay exhausted on the stump until Gus pulled me away. He wouldn’t permit me to walk – and I would have proudly, showing Reggie what I was made of. Instead, however, Gus shoved me to the ground.

  “Crawl to the shack,” he ordered.

  “What?” He certainly didn’t mean that!

  “Crawl, bitch,” he blared again when I didn’t move.

  I was suddenly so weary, so tired, bewildered and spent that I forgot my inner vows to remain passive and accepting, and spit out an angry, “Like hell I will!” Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I wanted nothing more but for this to end.

  The comment earned me a swift broad hand on my sore bottom, and another dozen smacks after the first stinging swat. Then again, Gus pulled my head back by my hair and stared at me, eye to eye, his face just inches from mine. “Say another word and I’ll do more than slap you. Your only way out of this is to be the perfect bitch in heat – which you’ve already proven you are. Let’s not fuck it up now, sweet stuff. And when I screw you, girl, you’d better act as if you enjoy it because I won’t stop until you do.”