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Chapter 14: Human Brood Mares
Patience felt like some sort of human experiment. For the past three days, she and Alana spent each day in a laboratory. They were each strapped to benches that held them at a slight angle with their heads at the lowest point.
Their arms were strapped to their sides and were essentially useless. Their legs were splayed widely and Patience felt the strain in her groin each morning as they were spread and bound. But by midday, the burn in her muscles died away.
A team of doctors and nurses and lab assistants attended to them. Or maybe the team worked on them. Patience couldn’t tell what they were doing. And she had trouble telling them apart. They all wore gowns, sanitary masks, hair nets and gloves. All that she could really see was their eyes and whether or not a pair of breasts tented the gown.
She had no idea what they were up to or why they were being kept in a clean room environment. They seemed to be constantly taking vital signs on the pair of captives with blood pressure, temperature and pulse readings and other measurements throughout the day. And several times each day, they took blood samples from each of the girls.
It didn’t bother her that she was displayed so lewdly. It didn’t even bother her when they would slide a thermometer into her pussy. She had grown accustomed to being exhibited and used over her three years of slavery. What did bother her, though, was Klausen’s daily visit.
Each morning at precisely nine o’clock he would arrive in their cell or lab or whatever it was. He always wore a decorative robe and a mask and latex gloves but he would shed the robe shortly after arriving. One of the nurses would kneel and give him a blowjob to get him hard and then she would bathe his cock with some sort of disinfectant after he was erect. Then he would fuck one of the bound girls until he released his seed into her womb. He would leave after that and would return punctually at eleven o’clock to repeat his actions, giving the other girl a load of his sperm. After he came inside one of them, one of the lab technicians would insert a plug or dildo into the recently seeded pussy and then that girl would spend the rest of her day with that object as a reminder of his visit.
“I don’t understand why they don’t climax,” Klausen said to the doctor after he had just climaxed into Alana. “They show no signs of arousal.”
“It makes no difference to the process, Herr Klausen,” the doctor replied. “It is only important that you climax inside of them. They need your sperm.”
“Yes, quite right,” Klausen agreed. “But it would be more enjoyable if they showed signs of arousal. I am used to that with my girls.”
“They are only here to reproduce,” said the doctor.
Alana was worried about Patience. Actually, she was worried about both of them. But she knew that she had been on birth control pills recently because of the construction project. She could not afford to get pregnant from the incentives that she provided to the construction crew. But she also knew that Patience was completely unprotected and had been for the past three years.
Each day, they lay on their backs as Klausen’s little swimmers tried to produce a baby inside of them. And each night, they were locked away in a cell for safekeeping. At least they were locked in the same cell so that allowed them the opportunity to console and comfort one another.
“I’m very proud of you, pet,” said Alana as she held Patience and stroked her hair.
“Thank you, Mistress,” sniffled Patience. “But it’s so awful! It’s very hard not to scream at him. I don’t want his disgusting babies!”
“I know, little one,” said Alana and she leaned down and kissed the top of her girl’s head. “I don’t want it either. But you are being very brave. It’s very important to me that he not hurt you. It’s very important that you not give him an excuse for hurting you. He’s a very evil man.”
Thousands of miles away, Grace and KC were meeting with the mercenaries that they had hired to rescue the two girls.
“We’re narrowing it down,” said the head mercenary. “We have a list of his holdings and we are checking each of them. But that takes time.”
“We don’t have time, Jim,” replied KC tersely. “I want those girls back and I want them now! I am tired of waiting.”
“I understand,” nodded Jim. “We are working as fast as is humanly possible. To move faster risks exposing ourselves and tipping our hand. If that happens, then he could move them again and we would have to start over.”
KC sighed. “I know. I know. It’s just so frustrating to have to wait. Do you need more money for more men? Money is not an object.”
“I would prefer to work with men I know and trust,” Jim responded. “I understand your frustration but I beg your patience. We’ll find them.”
Grace let out a little sob at the word patience and thought again about her stolen girls. She only hoped that they were not being mistreated. “Do we have any idea why he kidnapped them?”
Jim shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sorry. No, we don’t. But after seeing how beautiful they are from the pictures you gave me, I can understand why he would want them. Any man would. The only difference is that he is willing to resort to kidnapping whereas most men would never even consider that.”
Grace nodded and then slumped back in her chair. Meanwhile, who knew what was happening to her pets?
It was the evening of the fifth day of their captivity when the routine chanced for Alana and Patience. They had been put away in the cell for the night and were cuddling together. They were startled when two men entered the room that contained their cell. One of the men held a finger to his lips, indicating that they should remain quiet.
“Who are you?” whispered Alana. Patience just shook with fear.
“Grace sent us,” the man whispered back. “We’re here to take you home. Stand up and get dressed and we’ll leave. But be quiet.”
“We have no clothes,” Alana whispered. “But we’re ready to go.”
“It’s too cold out there. You need something.” He unlocked the door to the cell, letting the two naked beauties emerge. It took every ounce of discipline in his body to keep from whistling as the two perfect feminine forms walked out of the cell. They were unbelievable. “Take our coats.”
The men removed their jackets, revealing bullet proof vests and a virtual armory that had been hidden beneath moments before. Weapons of every kind seemed to be worn by the two rescuers and there were even things that neither of the girls recognized.
The girls hurriedly donned the jackets, much to the chagrin of the two men who had been admiring their nudity. Then they quietly followed the men out of the room.
Two bodies were in the outer room that guarded their prison. Both were slumped in their chairs with their throats slit. More bodies were seen as the foursome weaved through the hallways of the compound.
‘Did you kill them all?” asked Patience quietly.
“Not yet,” one of the men whispered back. Then he looked down at his watch. “That will happen in three and a half minutes.” He spoke quickly into the microphone of the headpiece he was wearing and then turned back to the girls.
“In one minute, I’ll open the door and I want the two of you to run. It will be obvious where to run. We’ll be right behind you.”
They waited and soon they heard a thump, thump, thump noise from outside. The man opened the door, letting the frigid air blast its way into the warmth of the building and shouted. “Now!”
Both girls ran in the direction of the noise. A helicopter was descending into the middle of the compound and they moved as fast as they could toward it. The icy snow-covered ground was a shock to their feet but they did not let it slow them down. This was their chance to escape and a little pain would not deter them.
They heard a gun being fired several times and then heard pfft, pfft, pfft. After the little pfft sounds, the gun was silenced. Another gun fired from another direction and it too was quickly silenced.
Patience tripped and fell, sprawling in the snow, but was quickly picked up by one of the men. Instead of putting her back on her feet, he just carried her easily as if she was just a small child or doll.
“Nice ass you have there,” Patience heard a female voice say. She realized that the coat had ridden up when the male grabbed her and that her bottom was now exposed. She could feel the frigid air assaulting her butt.
“Thanks,” replied the male who was carrying her as he tossed Patience into the helicopter like she was a sack of potatoes. “I like it too.”
They tossed Alana into the helicopter and then clambered in behind. “Let’s get out of here and provide cover for the next bird!”
Quickly, the helicopter arose from the ground and Patience now saw another helicopter swooping in behind it. A dozen or so men ran across the compound and jumped into it, firing their weapons at anyone who was stupid enough to shoot at them.
Patience finally looked around the inside of the helicopter and saw the owner of the feminine voice. She looked to be about the same age as Patience and was quite attractive. But that’s where the similarity ended. She too was wearing a bullet proof vest and her body bristled with weapons. She looked toned and strong and she had a steely look in her face as she aimed her weapon out the door of the helicopter and shot.
“Second bird’s away,” they heard a male voice from the cockpit. “Brace for shock and let’s get out of here.”
The female warrior slammed the door of the helicopter closed and then knelt between the two girls with an arm around each one of them. “Hold on tight.”
Immediately, there was a flash of light and then the helicopter shuddered. Patience felt her heart in her throat as fear coursed through her body. An instant later, they heard the boom of the explosions and it kept on until it was a rolling thunder. Finally, it stopped and the female warrior released them.
“Now let’s see if we can find you something more comfortable to wear,” she said. She stood up and opened a locker that was bolted to the wall of the helicopter. She pulled out two jumpsuits and handed them to the girls. “They aren’t the most flattering for the figure, but they should keep you warm.”
“Thank you for rescuing us,” said a very appreciative Alana. “I don’t know how we can ever repay you.”
The two of them shrugged off their coats, eliciting a whistle from the female. “You might have just repaid me,” she smiled at them. “You two are quite a pair. And you each have quite an impressive pair.”
After being kept naked as a slave for so many years, Patience thought that she had lost the ability to blush. But the whistles and the comments turned her cheeks crimson.
“Maybe I’ll have to ask one of you out on a date when we get back,” the woman said. “That would be a great payment.”
Patience glanced at Alana and then back to the woman. “You’ll have to ask my mistress about that.” This caused all of the crew members to raise their eyebrows.
“Who is your mistress?” the woman asked. “I’ll be sure to ask.”
Alana finally spoke up. “I’m her mistress. And you are welcome to ask Patience out on a date.” Again, Patience blushed furiously.
“So this one is Patience. That must mean that you are Alana. It’s nice to meet you, Mistress Alana.” The woman held out her hand and Alana shook it. “I’ve never met a mistress before. You certainly have good taste in women. Patience is a doll. Actually you both are. I could easily picture both of you as perfect dates.”
“Thank you,” smiled Alana as she stepped into the jumpsuit and pulled it up her body. The woman sighed as the zipper was tugged up, enclosing the delicious body and concealing it but for the elegant curves that were still displayed.
“Actually, you fill out that jumpsuit nicely. I’m Caroline, by the way.”
“Thank you, Caroline,” smiled Alana. Then she turned to the male members of the rescue team. “Thank you, all of you.”
“Did you kill that awful man?” asked Patience as she tugged the zipper of her own jumpsuit up. Caroline sighed again as the cleavage was concealed by the actions of the zipper.
“If he was there,” replied Caroline, “then he’s dead. We blew up the entire complex. Nobody could have survived that explosion.” Patience nodded and then sat down to put on the sneakers that had been provided to her. Then she leaned back and closed her eyes to try to sort out the emotions that were racing through her traumatized body. They rode the rest of the way in silence.
The reunion was a joyous one. Both Grace and KC were there along with Kelly and Meredith. About forty of the mistresses attended and a hundred slave girls. Only Ted was missing. He had been left at home.
After a brief celebration, Alana and Patience were excused so that they could gather their thoughts and start to recover from the ordeal. Grace checked in on her two girls later that evening.
“How are you two doing? You had me worried.”
“I think we’ll be fine, Mistress,” said Alana. “We just need a little time to get over it. It was pretty troubling.”
“It was awful, Mistress!” exclaimed Patience.
Grace patted Patience on the head. “I’m sure it was, pet. You two can go home whenever you want. And you have been released from your obligation here at the island.”
“Mistress?” said Alana. “Would you mind if we stayed here for a bit? I think we would like to relax for a while and the island might be just what we need.”
“No, pet,” replied Grace, kissing Alana. “I wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, I had your outfits cleaned while you were away so you have everything ready for you here.”
“I think I just want to be a slave girl for a while, Mistress; just a slave sister to Patience. I’ll pick up as her mistress again someday but I’m not ready for that just yet.”
“Of course, pet,” smiled Grace. “Take as long as you need. I’m sure that the other mistresses will be delighted to have you back as a slave.”
Patience just beamed brightly at the news. Despite how awful the island had seemed at first to her, she had grown to love this place. And now she would be able to enjoy it with her re-enslaved, beautiful slave sister.
The End
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