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Chapter 7
Kim sat on a rock with her feet in the stream. A beautiful waterfall was cascading a few feet from her and was churning up the stream. She looked around and thought how contradictory it was that such beauty could exist in such a horrible place as this.
She had finished visiting the three tribes of women and now she had a decision to make. It wasn’t entirely clear to her what her decision would be other than she had ruled out the Witches. She had spent the previous day with that group and it had been the most humiliating experience of her life.
After lunch, they had bound her into a frame and abused her body. She had never had sex with a woman before and had no desire to. But the raven-haired sisters of the Witches had essentially raped her all afternoon long. She lost track of the number of orgasms that they inflicted on her body but it was clearly over a dozen. She had been exhausted and totally incoherent once they finished with her. And in the end, they had filled the vial with her precious juices. “Juice of the innocent!” she muttered. “Ha!”
She reached up and lifted her breasts, looking down at them. The nipples were red and chapped and still burned a little from all of the abuse. Once she was released from the frame, she was bound again. Her hands were tied behind her back and a short rope was tied between her ankles, effectively hobbling her. Then another rope was tied around her neck to act as a collar and leash.
Sabrina claimed her for the evening. She appeared to be the leader of that tribe of perverts. After having Kim follow her around the camp like some kind of pet, she took the prisoner to her hut. That was where the worst indignities occurred.
Sabrina positioned Kim on her back in the center of the hut. Then she squatted over the blonde’s face and pressed her gaping sex to the bound girl’s lips. Kim had protested and twisted her head away from the gooey petals but Sabrina had controlled her behavior by gripping her raw nipples and squeezing them cruelly. Kim had a decision to make. Either lick the pussy, which she found truly offensive, or endure unspeakable pain in her breasts. In the end, she opted to lick the pussy. This didn’t entirely save her breasts. Sabrina continued to play with the magnificent orbs, squeezing them and stretching them, but at least it wasn’t painful. Once Sabrina climaxed, she decided to sleep. Kim was laid on her side and Sabrina suckled on the delectable nipples throughout the night.
She was definitely not going not going to become a Witch. But neither of the other options seemed attractive to her either. The Bunnies were a bunch of clueless airheads with overactive libidos. She couldn’t picture herself becoming one of them. Plus, Bunnies seemed to be the slave girls of choice for the other two tribes. She definitely couldn’t picture herself as a slave.
But the Foxes didn’t seem all that attractive either. She was constantly being hit on when she was in the camp of the Foxes. While she didn’t see any overt sex there like she had with the Bunnies and the Witches, she was not comfortable that everyone seemed to want to seduce her.
Maybe she could be a tribe of one. She could erect a little shelter for herself. Maybe she could move her camp frequently to make it harder for the hunters to find her.
But maybe she needed the relative safety of a tribe. There was something to be said about the defensive advantage of numbers. But the more she thought about that, the more she questioned it. What kind of defense of any kind could naked unarmed girls create against armed men on horseback?
She also wondered how long she would be able to stay alone. Eventually, a hunter would find her. And in all likelihood, even before that happened, the Foxes or the Witches would find her and enslave her.
She stood up and decided to walk for a bit. She always did her best thinking when she walked.
Again, she marveled at the beauty. She stopped and plucked another flower to tuck into her hair. She had lost the last one that she plucked a couple of days earlier.
She found a hill along the path and turned to walk up it. When she got to the top of the hill, she could see most of the side of the island that she now lived on. She couldn’t see the ranch on the other side. A long ridge separated the two sides and she couldn’t see past it. She could see the long fence that kept them all penned in on this side. And she saw a man on horseback near the fence.
She ducked behind a tree so the male did not spot her. She didn’t know his intentions but she didn’t want to get bagged by him if he was planning on hunting this day.
Every so often, she would see the glint of sun reflecting off of something in front of the hunter’s face. She assumed that he was using binoculars or a telescope. She glanced down at her naked body and rolled her eyes. Three days earlier, her skin had been lily white. Now it was mostly pink and red from being burned by the sun. That, combined with her fair blonde hair, probably made her stand out like a beacon. But eventually, she would tan up and become less noticeable.
The hunter seemed to grow tired after a while. He turned and rode away from the fence and Kim breathed a sigh of relief. She continued on her journey even though she had no destination in mind.
She found a cave and explored it for a little bit. Perhaps it could become her home if she decided to be a tribe of one. It would shelter her from the elements and conceal her from view. Even the cave was pretty well concealed by the bushes in front of it.
She continued to walk and saw some snakes which made her seriously consider joining the Foxes. She hated snakes! She would need others around her to kill any of the slithery beasts that came near her.
Eventually, the path opened into a clearing and she stopped to try to figure out what it was. Several items were in the clearing so it appeared that it was used for something.
A large metal bucket rested upside down in the middle of the opening. A large wooden table was on one side of the clearing and when she got closer she thought it looked like a butcher block table. And two metal hooks dangled from chains that were attached to a strong limb that stretched out over the open space.
“Very odd,” she said.
“And very gruesome,” a female voice said from within the woods. Kim turned and saw Queenie emerging from her concealment in the forest.
“What is this place?” asked Kim.
“It’s their dressing station,” replied Queenie. “You never want to be in this place again.”
“Dressing station?” Kim said, bewildered. “What is that?”
“It’s where they dress the carcasses,” explained Queenie. “If they’re planning on eating you, they bring you here. You get suspended by the meat hooks. Then they put the bucket beneath you and cut open your belly. All of your innards are pulled out and dumped in that. Your carcass is then laid out on the table and your head is chopped off. Then it’s back to the hooks, upside down this time, so your blood can drain out. See the blood stains over there?”
Kim looked to the ground beneath the hooks and saw the reddened earth. “Eeewwwww!” she squealed.
“Yep,” agreed Queenie. “And after all of that, you’re ready to be the guest of honor at their barbeque.”
“Eeewwwww!” Kim repeated.
“Of course if they plan to mount you on the wall, they skip all of this and take you intact back to the taxidermist.”
“Eeewwwww!” Kim said again. “Yeah, that guy talked about mounting girls on the wall.”
Queenie blinked. “What guy?”
“The hunter who was here two days ago.”
“You talked to him?” asked an incredulous Queenie.
“Not by choice,” replied Kim. “But he found me. And we talked.”
“Wow!” breathed Queenie. “I’m shocked that he didn’t bag you.”
“He had already bagged a girl,” explained Kim. “Apparently, they’re only allowed one girl per day.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” nodded Queenie. “Wow, you were sure lucky.”
“I guess,” Kim shrugged her shoulders. “He didn’t kill her. She was still alive when I saw her.”
“Oh, I knew she would have still been alive,” said Queenie. “He wasn’t dressed properly for a kill.”
“How do they dress when they’re going to kill someone?” asked Kim.
“Like devils,” said Queenie. “If you see men all dressed in red with horns and tails, run and hide as best you can. If they find you, it’s all over. And sometimes they’re after more than one girl so just keep running and hiding.”
Kim nodded and sank to the ground, grasping her knees and hugging them. “This place is just awful! I don’t want to be someone’s meal. And I don’t want my head mounted on someone’s wall.”
“Yeah, it’s awful. That’s for sure,” agreed Queenie. “But it wouldn’t be just your head on the wall. I’m sure your whole torso would be on the wall so they could enjoy those big tits forever.”
Kim glanced down at her chest and humphed. “They aren’t big.”
Queenie raised her eyebrows. “No? They sure look big to me. They are the nicest ones on the island. I sure wouldn’t mind owning them. Speaking of owning them, have you decided which tribe you want to join? You only have a few hours left until you’re fair game.”
“No, I haven’t decided yet,” admitted Kim. “I was thinking of not joining any of them and just living on my own.”
“Well, that would work for me,” grinned Queenie. “As long as you’re not a Fox, I can capture you. And then you’ll be my slave and I’ll own your big tits.”
“Oh, Queenie, stop trying to scare me. I don’t want to be barbequed and I don’t want to be stuffed and mounted. And I don’t want to be a slave.”
“Well, pretty girl,” Queenie started. “You came to the wrong place then. Eventually, we all get eaten or hung on a wall. They call it thinning the herd to make room for the new girls that they bring here. Until then, you either get captured by the hunters or one of the other tribes. The Witches even caught a Fox once, although that’s pretty rare. Usually, it’s the hunters who capture us. And for some reason, the hunters always seem to target the Foxes. I suspect it’s to manage the balance of power among the tribes, but I’m not sure. Personally, I would prefer to capture a Bunny. No, actually, I would prefer to capture you.”
Kim just rolled her eyes.
“You think I’m kidding,” said Queenie. “But I’m serious. By sundown today, I’m going to own you. And tonight I’m going to have your face buried between my thighs.”
Kim rolled her eyes again. “And just how are you going to do that? I’m bigger than you are.”
“But I’m strong,” replied Queenie. “Fast, strong, wiry… oh, and sneaky too.”
Chapter 8
Queenie finally left but Kim had the feeling that the Fox was hiding in the woods, watching her. So rather than immediately going back to the cave that she found, Kim wandered around for a bit. She gathered some nuts and berries as she walked through the jungle. She stopped by a stream and drank. She would spend the night on her own tonight and would see how she felt. She could always pick a tribe tomorrow if she felt it would be better to belong to a group.
She knew that eventually she would need protein but fish seemed to be the only source of that. And she had no idea how to catch fish. Maybe tomorrow, she would wander down to the beach. She could hide in the bushes and watch how others caught fish.
The sun was getting low in the sky and Kim knew that she was running out of time. She headed back toward the cave, stopping occasionally to listen and see if anyone might be stalking her. She was finally convinced that nobody was by the time she reached the cave.
Enough light was seeping into the cave to let her orient herself. It would be nice to have a fire but she hadn’t gathered any firewood. Plus, she had no idea how she would light a fire. She never aspired to be a camper.
She sat on a rock and ate her dinner of nuts and berries. They didn’t fill her up but they would have to do until she could make better arrangements for food. Eventually, she lay down in the center of the cave. There was a large sandy patch that seemed like the softest place to sleep. It wasn’t the best mattress in the world but it would get her through the night. After a while, she drifted off to sleep.
“Gotcha!” she heard as she was abruptly awakened. Immediately, she felt a net fall down around her as she started to sit up. Immediately after that, she felt rope being coiled around her body, trapping her arms at her sides.
“Bring the torch in here,” she heard Queenie call out. “I got her.”
Instantly, the inside of the cave was illuminated as another girl entered with a torch. Kim saw that three Foxes were with Queenie.
“I got you all by myself,” announced Queenie proudly as she looked down at the captive. “I told you I would get you.” She twirled and did a little victory dance, ending by bouncing up and down on her heels, which caused her breasts to bob and dance on their own.
“Very funny,” said Kim sarcastically as she struggled with the netting. But the rope binding her arms to her sides prevented her from making any progress. “Now let me go so I can get back to sleep.”
“No way!” exclaimed Queenie. “That’s not how it works around here. I play for keeps. I’ve been warning you that I would capture and enslave you if you didn’t join the Foxes. Now I own you… forever and ever.”
“Queenie, I’m warning you,” started Kim with irritation clear in her voice. But she was interrupted by the excited Fox.
“No, I’m warning you, girl,” retorted Queenie. “You have just earned your first spanking. And if you don’t behave, it will get a lot worse.”
The other Foxes grabbed Kim and pulled her to her feet as Queenie watched imperiously. Hands were bound behind the tall captive’s back and her feet were hobbled with a short length of rope. Then the netting was removed and another length of rope was tied around Kim’s neck. The other end of the rope was handed to Queenie.
“Let’s get her back to camp,” declared Queenie as she moved toward the mouth of the cave, urging Kim along behind her with several tugs of the rope. Kim just shook her head again in disbelief. This place was nuts!
“Shouldn’t you extinguish the torch? It’ll make it easy for the hunters to find us if you don’t.” It would also make it easier for her to escape, Kim thought, if she could somehow untie her bindings along the way.
“Nah,” replied one of the Foxes. “They don’t hunt at night.” The little procession moved through the forest and, after an hour or so, arrived at the camp of the Foxes. A campfire was roaring and most of the tribe was circled around it. Queenie led her new slave around the gathering proudly and let all of her tribe sisters paw at the catch. Kim felt hands groping her everywhere and knew that her face was burning with embarrassment, especially when some of the more forward Foxes probed their fingers into her sex or bottom.
When Queenie determined that her sisters had greeted her prisoner sufficiently, she grabbed a torch and led Kim into the tunnels. They twisted and turned until Queenie finally entered one of the rooms.
“This is your new home,” said the small woman. Kim looked around the small room and saw that there was a sleeping mat on the floor. The rest of the room was empty other than an X-shaped cross against the wall.
“What’s that?” asked Kim.
“I just built that the other day after I met you,” replied Queenie. “That’s my entertainment center.”
Kim furrowed her brow and glanced back at it. “How does it work?”
“Here,” said Queenie, leading Kim to the cross. “I’ll show you.”
Queenie removed the hobble and pushed Kim back against the cross, securing her ankles to the lower legs of the cross. Then she untied the wrists and secured them to the upper segments of the cross. This left Kim bound securely and totally exposed and vulnerable.
“This is where I can entertain myself with your body,” grinned Queenie.
Kim gulped. She didn’t know what her captor had in mind but she could already tell that she wouldn’t like it.
“But before we get to the fun and games,” Queenie went on as she let her fingers trail down Kim’s front between her breasts to her belly, “we have to establish who is the boss around here.”
Kim gulped again as Queenie stepped back and picked up what looked like a paddle. It was about a foot and a half long and several inches wide. And it was covered in some sort of leather.
“Queenie, wait,” protested Kim. “You don’t have to do something stupid to show me that you’re the boss. You caught me, I know that. If you plan to keep me as a slave, then I’ll be your slave. You don’t have to beat me.”
Queenie thought about that for a moment. She was surprised that Kim had so quickly submitted to her. But then she remembered the advice of her sisters. They had told her that it’s always best to start off a relationship with a new slave by punishing her so that she knew the consequences of disobedience.
“I’m not going to beat you,” Queenie assured her prisoner. “But you earned a punishment earlier. I have to give you that.”
“But that was before I realized that I was your slave,” argued Kim. “It won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t happen again, little one,” said Queenie as she reached out and stroked Kim’s right breast. “This will make sure that it doesn’t.”
Queenie swung the paddle back and then brought it quickly forward, smashing it into the breast that she had just been fondling. Kim howled as she felt her breast flattened against her chest and felt pain coursing through her stretched body.
Queenie swung the paddle again and the left breast received an identical treatment, eliciting a shriek of pain as the tortured woman felt that breast abused. Each breast received one more stroke of the paddle and Kim was equally vocal with these two blows. Finally, Queenie set her instrument of torture aside.
Queenie reached out and placed her hand over Kim’s denuded mound, “I like the bald look. When did that happen?”
“Yesterday,” sniffled Kim. “The Witches did it to me.”
“Well, it looks nice,” said Queenie as her hand moved up and down over it. Eventually, the fingers started stroking the bound girl’s petals and Queenie discovered that her new slave was already very wet. “We’ll have to keep it like that.”
Queenie lifted her hand and then swung it forward, smashing it into Kim’s exposed and vulnerable pussy. A wet slapping sound was heard before the blonde launched into another shriek. Four more blows rained down on her swampy sex and each one elicited another cry of pain. Finally, Queenie announced that the punishment was over.
She knelt between her slave girl’s legs and ran her fingers over the abused labia. “Now it’s time for your reward.”
Kim looked down with despair as she saw Queenie leaning forward and extending her tongue. Her breasts and sex were still sending shooting pains through her body from the punishment she had just received. Now this demonic girl who thought she had enslaved her was going to further humiliate her.
“Queenie, please,” groaned Kim. “Please don’t do this. I’ll be your slave. You don’t have to humiliate me any further than that.”
Queenie looked up in surprise at the comment. “I’m not trying to humiliate you. The punishment was just to set expectations. Now I’m going to give you pleasure.”
“But it will be humiliating, Queenie,” said the stretched blonde. “I’m not into girls.”
“Oh, pretty pet,” said Queenie after she scooped her tongue up between the prisoner’s petals. She kept her eyes raised and admired that way that the firm breasts of her slave jiggled when the girl tensed. “You just mean that you have never been with another girl before. But we’re going to fix that tonight. And soon, you will be into girls. Trust me. You will be a good little rug muncher for me.”
Kim groaned as she felt the tongue slide between her labia and felt her whole body tense from revulsion. She couldn’t believe this could be happening to her. She was not lesbian and she had no desire to try it out.
The tongue scooped several times before Queenie curled it and stabbed it into her slave girl. Queenie remembered that she had never been into girls either. But once she was dropped off on this island, six months ago, she had grown to love having another soft, warm body to play with.
She had wanted a slave girl of her own almost since the beginning of her time with the Foxes. In fact, she had even selected two girls to become her slave. Both of them had been Bunnies.
The first one had been almost as beautiful as Kim with long blonde hair and large, firm breasts. But Erika had been bagged by a hunter before Queenie could capture her. Now, from what Queenie heard, Erika was mounted on a wall at the ranch. According to the stories, she had been stuffed and mounted so that everything from the waist up was on display.
The other girl, Dawn, was just plain hard to catch. Queenie had tried several times but Dawn had always evaded her. Now, Queenie was glad that she had not caught Dawn. Now, she owned Kim.
And Kim was easily the most beautiful girl on the island. She was probably the most beautiful girl who had ever been on the island. She would have to be careful to make sure that her new slave was not bagged by those horrible hunters.
Queenie looked up again as her tongue continued to wiggle. Kim’s face was scrunched up as she tried to resist what was happening to her body and her face was blushing furiously. The slave’s breasts caught her eyes next and Queenie admired the firm mounds of flesh. They were so firm that it was hard to believe that they were real. But Queenie had already inspected them and determined that they were indeed natural.
Kim’s belly was quivering which told Queenie that her girl was close. After a few more flutters of the tongue, Queenie was rewarded with a groan and Kim’s body tensing as she exploded in orgasm.
To be continued
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