by S. J. Lewis
The sound of an engine filtered through the woods. It had to be coming along that narrow, rutted road she'd found. For a moment, Alexa dithered between getting out of here and finding a good place to see what was happening. In the end, her curiosity won out. She found some cover behind a blackberry thicket and hunkered down to watch. Shortly afterwards, a battered old pickup truck lurched into view with two older men sitting in the cab. They came to a stop near the big wooden bins and got out. While the driver went to the back of the truck and threw back a tarp, the passenger went over to one of the bins and began groping underneath it for something. As Alexa watched, he pulled out a key from under the bin and used it to unlock the padlock. He swung the lid up so easily that Alexa thought that it had to be on springs. The driver came over carrying two cases of beer and put them into the bin while the passenger went to the back of the truck to unload more cargo. Both men were dressed in the sorta-cowboy outfits that marked them as Gordburg employees.
“This beer'll be warm by the time they get here,” the passenger observed as he put his load into the opened bin.
“It's up to them to bring the ice,” the driver said. “If they forget, they can drink the stuff warm.”
Alexa watched as the two men loaded first one bin and then the other with cases of beer, bags of salty, crunchy snacks, more cases of what appeared to be canned goods and other things she couldn't quite make out. When they were done, they closed and locked the bins, stashing the keys somewhere underneath them. She waited until they got back into the truck and drove away, then waited for a little bit longer before she came out from behind her cover and approached the bins. She reached under the first one as she'd seen the men do and soon found a small metal box with a sliding lid attached to the underside. There was a key in the box. She looked around quickly to see if anyone was around before she unlocked the bin and opened it. The first thing she did was reach out to feel one of the beer cans. It was cold. Not as cold as if it had just come out of a refrigerator, but still pretty cold. It would take it a while to get warm, but there was always a chance that someone would come here early, so she moved quickly, taking one six-pack of Tecumseh and a couple of bags of chips. She wanted to see what was in the sealed cardboard cases, but while a missing six-pack might be shrugged off as the deliverymen taking it for themselves and the bags of chips never missed, a torn-open cardboard box might raise too many questions. She closed the bin, locked it, and returned the key to its hiding place. Carrying her loot, she faded back into the woods, found a sheltered spot behind a fallen tree, and popped open one of the beer cans. The longer she waited to treat herself the warmer it would get, so why put it off? As she enjoyed the beer, she thought about what to do next. There were too many possibilities, and they each had their own appeal. She could finish her beer, or carry it with her, and hike on past this peculiar place, putting it a safe distance behind her before settling in for the night. Or, she could stay here and wait until whatever was going to happen here later started to happen and then watch the festivities. As curious as she was about that, it would throw off her plan to get a good night's sleep, even if she could stay awake. Or she could stay here, find a good place to sleep where she was unlikely to be stumbled upon by amorous couples – or triples, or quadruples – and sleep through it all. Then some time tomorrow, after all of the partygoers had left, she could sneak back and raid the bins for whatever was left behind. That might solve her food problem for a while, or it might not, if nothing was left, but it was at least worth considering. She took another gulp from the can of beer. It was really good beer.
The sounds of celebration woke her. She looked around quickly, but didn't see anyone nearby. She could hear lots of people though. The sounds were coming from the direction of the abandoned buildings. Over the babble she could hear wild and excited female laughter.
It was almost nighttime. The last thing she could remember was finishing off the beer and maybe opening another can before it got too warm. She must have fallen asleep in spite of her determination not to until later. From the looks of things, she'd only been asleep for a couple of hours. From how she felt, she knew she'd have to get more sleep later if she didn't want to crash and burn. For now, though, she very much wanted to see what was going on over there, and since she was already awake...
It wasn't that hard to sneak up on the site. No one there was paying attention to much outside of the glow of the fires. Alexa gave up trying to count how many people were there after only a few minutes. They kept moving around and the flickering firelight made it too difficult to keep track. There seemed to be a roughly equal mix of men and women. She could hear a sound system somewhere pumping out some repetitive tune, and many of the people were dancing to it. For some of them, the dancing appeared to be a form of foreplay. Every so often, Alexa caught sight of a black-clad proctor moving through the crowd. She thought that there might be three of them.
She settled down next to a big old tree and peered around the trunk. Aside from the proctors, everyone seemed to be dressed for casual clubbing, and they all seemed to be in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties. Alexa had some experience with club-hopping back in the city, and the crowd looked as if they would all fit in with that scene. So what were they doing out here in the woods? Didn't Gordburg have some place that they could go in town? Well, not in the older part of the town, certainly, but wouldn't the newer part have one? The more she thought about it the less sense it made. She saw some couples begin to drift away from the bonfires, heading in the general direction of the pile of clothes she'd seen earlier. In every case, the man had a grip on the woman's hair, and none of the women seemed to be objecting at all. This had to be some kind of strange subculture.
Alexa tried to see what would happen if a man tried to take a woman by her hair and she objected, but it just didn't happen, at least not in her field of view. She remembered how she had felt when Will had grabbed her by her hair, after she'd let it grow long enough for him to do that. It was as if some strange paralysis had struck her then, along with an overpowering feeling of arousal. She'd had her hair cut back to its usual ultra-short length once she'd returned home. That was partly because the short hair was her signature look, and partly because some of her male customers just couldn't keep their hands to themselves at times and now she worried about how she might react if one of them got hold of her by her hair. If she had the same intense reaction as she'd had with Will and let the man fuck her he wouldn't be able to keep himself from bragging about how he'd nailed the hot personal trainer, and that would be very, very bad for her business.
She shook herself back to the present. Somewhere nearby she could hear male grunts and female moans above the music and babble of voices. The babble had died down considerably as more and more couples had moved away from the bonfires. Then she saw one of those couples heading her way, the man still fully clothed as he drew the giggly naked female along with him by her hair. As they drew closer, she could see that the female was still wearing her shoes, some kind of strappy stiletto heels. They weren't the best footgear for walking through the woods at night, but they were certainly better than strolling along barefooted. Alexa faded back into the darkness before the two could spot her and started moving around towards the far side of the cluster of ruined buildings, where the huge pile of women's clothes was. She wasn't interested in watching couples screwing in the woods, but she did want to get a look at what went on by that pile.
It took longer than she expected to make her way there, even though with all the noise and activity she didn't have to try to move quite so quietly. It was dark, and there were too many obstacles, many of which she couldn't see. Once she ran into a patch of stickerbushes and had to carefully disentangle herself. By the time she found a spot that overlooked the clothing pile things were clearly winding down. While the pile was away from the bonfires, it was at least dimly lit by a couple of gas lanterns. She saw a proctor there, talking with a couple who had apparently just arrived at the pile. It looked
as if the proctor asked them a couple of questions, and then, satisfied with the answers, gave some sort of signal for the couple to go ahead. She took a few steps away from them and turned towards the surrounding woods as the couple embraced and kissed. From Alexa's vantage point it appeared to be a very enthusiastic kiss, with a lot of groping and fondling. She would have classified it as more lustful than passionate, but there was no doubt about the couple's enthusiasm.
The man took the woman by her shoulder-length dark hair, using his grip to keep her in place as he backed away from her as much as he could. He looked her up and down, made her turn around for him, and looked her up and down some more. The woman seemed to find it exciting being inspected like that. She didn't struggle or complain, and she kept her arms down the whole time. While she was being moved around, Alexa saw that she was wearing some sort of halter-top dress, one with a flaring skirt that stopped just above her knees. She couldn't tell much more about it. It seemed to be in some solid light color, but the lighting was too uncertain to tell just what color.
The man reached up with his free hand, put it on the back of the woman's neck, and pulled her close for a kiss. There was no frenzied groping this time, and when he moved apart from her again the top of her dress slid down, baring her breasts. She stood perfectly still, her arms at her sides, waiting for whatever came next.
Under any other circumstances, Alexa would have quietly crept away to give the couple some privacy, but this was Gordburg, she was curious, and there was still the proctor standing nearby. Even though she had her back to the couple, privacy was the last thing that they should be expecting, especially out here. So Alexa stayed where she was, and watched as the man reached behind the woman and fiddled with something at her waist. The dress slid down the woman's legs to the ground, and Alexa realized that he must have unzipped it. Now the woman was down to her high heels and a pair of dark bikini panties. She bent down, her companion still holding her by her hair, picked up the dress, and tossed it onto the nearby pile. It looked as if her companion then said something to her, because after a brief pause she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly shucked them off, balancing herself carefully as she stepped out of them, one foot at a time. Instead of tossing the panties onto the pile, though, she handed them over to the man, who stuffed them into his pants pocket. Alexa caught sight of a small triangle of dark hair between the woman's thighs.
Alexa kept watching. She supposed that the woman was now a female, unless keeping your high heels on somehow kept that from happening, but when the man made her turn her back to him so that he could handcuff her, using only his free hand, it seemed clear that shoes didn't count as clothes. She wished that she had a better view, or at least better lighting. She could only get a vague idea as to what the man and the female looked like. She was about medium height and build, while he was about six feet tall, with wide shoulders. There was no way to be sure how old either of them was. Depending on the light, they looked to be anywhere from their mid twenties to late thirties.
The man, still gripping the female's hair, made her get down onto her knees in front of him. Alexa was sure what would be coming next, but the angle was all wrong for her to see it in any detail. The man's back blocked out almost everything.
“Not here!” The proctor's voice rang out loudly and clearly above all the background noises. The black-clad woman had turned to see what was going on. Maybe she'd been keeping watch out of the corner of her eye all along. The man half-turned towards her, and the kneeling female peered around him.
“Not here,” the proctor repeated, not as loudly. “Find yourselves some more private spot.”
Neither the man nor the female said anything. The man helped his female to her feet, still holding her by her hair, and led her off into the night. Now that there was no prospect of a show, Alexa realized just how tired she felt. With this strange orgy going on, mostly unseen but certainly not unheard, all around her, she was sure that she could find some other couple or group to spy on, but it just didn't seem worth the effort. She moved away from the site, deeper into the woods, until she was sure she'd reached a place that she wouldn't be stumbled on. Then she went a little further, just in case. She wanted to be fully rested when sunrise came and it was time for her to be on the move again, and she found a nice little place beside yet another fallen tree, one carpeted with pine needles. As she settled down to go to sleep, she heard female shrieks and screams coming from the direction of the orgy. They were faint enough so that they wouldn't keep her awake, not as tired as she was now.
Chapter Eleven
She awoke some little time after sunrise. Back in the city, she always relied on an alarm clock to wake her, but whenever she was out camping she tended to wake up shortly after sunrise. She couldn't figure out why, and had once asked Will about it. He'd shrugged and replied that he'd noticed a number of people had the same reaction she had, no matter where they normally lived. He hadn't offered any reasons, leaving Alexa to try to puzzle it out for herself. So far, she hadn't been able to.
It was quiet now, no screams or moans or thrashing around coming from the direction of the orgy site. She didn't know if that was because everybody had left or they were still sleeping it off. It was a matter of only a few minutes for her to take care of her morning routine, police her campsite and pack everything up for travel. Alexa badly missed her morning coffee, her hot showers, and other little comforts of civilization, but not so much that she was willing to give up her quest for the title. She did have misgivings at times when she thought of what type of man or men might finally run her down and take her captive, but so far she hadn't seen anything that really scared her, however painful some of it had looked. She thought back to what she'd seen at The Farm. The anal gangbang she'd witnessed still made her kind of pucker up back there. Will had introduced her to anal sex, starting with plugs and toys and working his way up to using her himself. All she could say about the experience was that he'd enjoyed it more than she had. To her, it had been humiliating and painfully uncomfortable, and if any man other than Will had been doing that to her she would have made him stop. But there had been something strangely exciting to her about submitting to him like that. Her anus had stung for days afterwards, but when Will had insisted upon doing it again, the experience had been a bit less painful, though just as humiliating and just as exciting. It also still stung afterwards, but not quite as much. With that in mind, Alexa tried to imagine how that tied and tethered female must have felt, being so roughly ass-fucked in front of a crowd, and by men who were complete strangers to her. She couldn't do it. She felt as if it was floating around in her mind, out of sight but almost within reach. Rather than frustrate herself, she munched on a trail mix bar and considered the four females she'd seen in the barn the other night. She understood the chain thing, and how rubbing a stick rapidly across the taut links could set up some stimulating vibrations in just the right places. The nipple clamps and weights... those were another matter. Will had practiced a little mild nipple torture on her, but never with clamps, only with tiny little nooses that he made himself out of twine or string. She hadn't gotten a good enough look at the clamps to tell if they had teeth or not, but she was sure that they had to hurt either way. Adding weights to them just struck her as being needlessly cruel, but she still couldn't help wondering what they would feel like, especially if she was struggling while she was being whipped with a strap, making the weights bounce and swing...
Alexa shuddered, but not entirely from revulsion. She could feel her own nipples tingling as she thought about it. It occurred to her that the helpless females had finally just kept as still as they could while their asses were worked over with the strap just to keep those weights from moving.
Some very rough things went on at The Farm, and she really didn't want to think about them anymore. She finished her meager breakfast and stood up. Now she wanted to get a better look at those abandoned buildings and maybe raid one of those bins. She still ha
d four cans of beer left. They were warm now, but she'd carry them along. If she found a spring, she could put the cans in the cool water to chill the beer. That was another thing Will had taught her. She wasn't looking to score more beer, but if there was any canned food available that would be very handy. She didn't normally eat canned food, aside from tuna fish, but the odds of her finding a supermarket selling fresh meat and vegetables out here were pretty slim. Anyway, whatever extra calories she'd consume from eating processed food would be offset by all her physical activity. Wouldn't they?
She approached the site of the orgy carefully. It sounded quiet, and when she got close enough to see it, it looked quiet. There didn't seem to be anybody around, which struck her as odd. Surely there had to be people still sleeping it off somewhere. Rather than stride boldly into the open, Alexa picked her way along the edge of the woods, staying in cover. She still didn't see anybody, and she still didn't hear anybody. When she got to a spot near the bins, she saw that they were uncovered, and one of them appeared to be unlocked. She could think of a couple of reasons why one of them would be unlocked. Maybe it was empty. Maybe it had been left that way so that any stragglers from last night could get a bite to eat. Maybe someone had just forgotten to lock it. Speculating was pointless. She took a deep breath and then stepped out of the woods, heading towards the bins, looking and listening intently for any sign that she wasn't alone. Everything remained quiet and still. When she got to the bin she opened it and looked in. It was practically empty, with a lone bag of chips and a couple of cans lying at the bottom. The bag of chips looked as if it had been sat on, which was probably why it was still there. Still, food was food. She retrieved it along with the two cans. One of the cans was labeled 'fruit cocktail in heavy syrup', while the other had no label at all. She took them both, carefully closed the bin and stashed her loot in her pack. The chips were already reduced to crumbs, so it didn't matter that she had to stuff the bag in as best she could. It didn't matter that she didn't have a can opener. She had her knife, and she could use that.
