You awaken with a groan, your back stiff and aching. Opening your eyes you blink away sleep as you sit up and take in your surroundings. You're in what appears to be a barn, the arched roof supported by wooden beams far above you. You shiver as you realise you're naked, brushing dirt from your back where you had been laying on the compacted earthern floor, no doubt the source of your sore muscles.
Slowly managing to rise to your feet you look around, seeing that you are in some sort of high sided pen. You shake your head to clear it as you lament your past self's decision to drink quite so much last night.
Unsteadily walking over to to the pen's gate you realise you're locked in, a hefty padlock is attached to the latch. Panic starts to set in as you rattle the gate, realising you're trapped, but you quickly snap out of it when you hear a sound behind you. Spinning around you groan, your stomach lurching in protest at the sudden movement, forcing you have to reach out and steady yourself against the side of the pen.
As your stomach settles you look up and see a young woman sitting up from where she had been laying on the floor. Her wavy ginger hair is unkempt and dirty from a night spent on the floor, but it still shines dully as she brushes it off her face with the back of her hand, still half asleep.
The young woman turns, unwittingly giving you a full view of her bare breasts as you lock eyes and you feel a wave of recognition wash over you. You recognize the freckled face of your classmate Lyra, you have only spoken to her a few times but she went to the same highschool as you and was now in several of your university classes. Your memories of last night are still jumbled but you remember seeing her at the party last night.
Lyra's eyes widen in shock as she realises you're both naked, and she quickly crosses her arms over her chest as her cheeks turn bright red. "Wh... wha.. What the actual fuck is going on!?" Lyra stutters as her eyes dart around, unsure where to look, flicking from your crotch, to your face, to the padlocked gate behind you and back again."That's what I'd like to know" you hastily reply, quickly covering your crotch with your hand.
"I only just woke up, but it looks like we're locked in." you explain, gesturing to the gate with your free hand as Lyra nods slowly and begins to look around the pen, searching for a means of escape.
"I saw you at the party last night, someone must have slipped something into our drinks" says Lyra, her eyes meeting yours again as you detect a tone of anger and determination slipping into her voice as her intial confusion fades. Lyra's eyes narrow in frustration as she seemingly decides to set aside her embarassment, uncrossing her arms and rising to her feet as you quickly look away.
"This isn't funny, who the fuck would do something like this!?" Lyra spits out, the sudden anger in her voice taking you by surprise as she storms past you to the gate, your eyes drawn to her pert breasts as they jiggle about as she grips hold of the padlock and roughly rattles it. "Let us out you fuckers!" she screams, indignant at the situation and raring for a fight.
Her back to you as she struggles with the gate your eyes glue to Lyra's ass despite your best intentions. Her butt seems bigger than you remember, her rounded cheeks dotted with a smattering of freckles like her face. Your crotch grows hot at the sight and you feel your penis starting to stir as you stare.
Fighting back your arousal you open your mouth to say something as Lrya continues to hurl abuse into the echoing barn, but before you can say anything you stop, your mouth agape as you notice something very wrong with her body.