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Chapter 9
Kim sat on a rock and sighed as she watched Queenie and two other Foxes standing in the shallow water with spears in their hands, ready to catch some fish for the evening meal. She was surprised that they didn’t use their slaves for tasks like that but Queenie always insisted that Kim remain concealed inside of the forest.
She couldn’t believe how things had changed in her life so quickly. Several weeks ago, she had been a carefree college girl whose only concern in life was deciding who she would accept a date from for the upcoming weekend.
Since that time, she had been kidnapped and stripped and confined to this island where men wanted to hunt her. She had been captured and enslaved and was now the sex toy of the Foxes, who she had decided were all perverts of one form or another.
She had never aspired to be a slave and was still adjusting to her new station in life. The frequent sex with other girls had been the most difficult thing to get used to. At first, she found it repulsive and would silently scold herself whenever someone was able to force an orgasm upon her. She couldn’t believe how her body could betray her by becoming aroused at something so disgusting.
But over time, she grew accustomed to sex with other girls. Queenie had been right that it was nice to cuddle with another warm, soft body. She even adjusted to servicing other girls, although the first time that she was forced to lick another pussy was extremely humiliating.
There were even some benefits to her new life. Being naked on a tropical island had resulted in her obtaining a nice tan. Now her body was a nice toasty almond color. It was the best tan of her life.
Unfortunately, the constant exposure to the sun had also bleached her hair to an even lighter shade of blonde than it was already. She was sure that would make her an even easier target for the hunters, which was one of the reasons that Queenie insisted on concealing her.
Every few days, hunters came to this side of the island. On some days, they left without catching any prey. Occasionally, however, they would catch one and cart her over to the ranch side of the island. Two days earlier, one of the Foxes had been bagged and was presumably being fucked silly now.
The hunters always seemed to be looking for Foxes. They would descend from the hill and head straight for the Fox camp. They never started with the Bunnies or the Witches.
Queenie explained this by saying that the Foxes were the most interesting. She said that the Bunnies were just a bunch of airheads; beautiful airheads but airheads nevertheless. They were good for mounting on the wall and admiring or roasting at a barbeque but she couldn’t imagine them being very interesting in bed.
But the Foxes were intelligent and spirited. The men viewed the Foxes as an exciting challenge. Foxes were difficult to tame but the men seemed to enjoy a wiggly, squirmy girl to rape rather than the docile Bunnies or the frigid Witches.
She watched the three Foxes in the water as they stabbed with their spears. Each of them had shapely, tight bodies with firm, high breasts. She wondered if her own breasts would remain as firm. Surely all of the running without any support for her breasts would cause them to start to sag eventually.
But then again, she reasoned, she probably didn’t have all that much more time to live. The hunters replenished their stock of girls each month and “thinned out the herd” on an ongoing basis. None of the girls she met had been on the island for more than two years. So she only had to hope that her breasts could hold their shape for a couple of years. She would probably be eaten or stuffed and mounted before gravity could impact her breasts.
“Hello girls,” Kim heard a male voice say. She looked back to the Foxes in the water and saw a hunter sitting astride a horse on the beach. How did he get there, she wondered. They usually had a warning when hunters were about.
“You aren’t the one I was looking for, “the male continued, “but you each look like you would be fun to play with.”
Each of the Foxes had turned and was facing the hunter. And each of them held her spear with the tip pointing toward the man. None of them said a word until Queenie finally broke the silence.
“Keep looking,” she said. “You shouldn’t have to settle for second best.”
“Maybe I will,” replied the hunter. “You haven’t seen the new blonde with the big tits around here, have you?”
Kim’s heart jumped into her throat. Another hunter was after her! She started trembling with terror and for once was thankful that Queenie kept her concealed. At this rate, she wouldn’t have to worry about saggy breasts. It seemed that all of the hunters were after her. And one of them would eventually use a bullet instead of a tranquilizer dart.
“Check the Bunnies,” Queenie called back to him. “That’s where all of the dumb blondes end up.”
“Been there; done that,” said the hunter. “Checked the Witches too. She must be with the Foxes.
“Nothing but brunettes here,” quipped Queenie. “As you can see.”
“Yeah. Beautiful brunettes, though,” nodded the hunter. Kim sucked in her breath nervously as she watched. Would the hunter shoot one of the Foxes?
“Turn around for me,” commanded the hunter. “Slowly.”
“You can see us fine the way we are,” argued Queenie.
“I said turn!” the man said more insistently. He raised his gun and aimed it at Queenie. Immediately, all three girls started turning slowly in place.
What was the man doing, wondered Kim. Was this some sort of visual inspection? Was he checking to see which merchandise he wanted to select?
When the girls were facing away from him, the hunter raised his gun again. Kim heard a pffftttt sound as he fired and then heard one of the girls shriek. She looked again and saw a dart with green feathers sticking into the bottom cheek of the Fox named Kaitlin. A few moments later, Kaitlin’s legs started to wobble and she crumpled into the water. Queenie and the other Fox immediately grabbed Kaitlin’s arms to keep her head out of the water.
“Leave her there,” the hunter said.
“But she’ll drown,” protested Queenie.
“No she won’t,” the man said. “Get away from her and I’ll retrieve her.”
Reluctantly, the two Foxes released Kaitlin and moved to the shore. The hunter waded into the water and effortlessly lifted the girl onto his shoulder. He walked back to his horse and slung the inert body across the horse in front of the saddle. Then he mounted the horse again.
“Tell the blonde that I’ll be back for her,” he said as he spurred his horse forward. After he was out of sight, Queenie went to where she had left Kim in concealment.
“Did you hear him?” Queenie asked. “He was after you.”
“Yes, I heard him,” Kim whimpered. “It scared the daylights out of me.”
“At least it wasn’t the devils,” said Queenie. “That means that they just want to fuck you.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t sound so pleasant either,” Kim noted. “Have you ever been captured, Queenie?”
“Nope,” Queenie responded. “That was as close as I’ve gotten. And it scared the daylights out of me too.”
“Why didn’t you fight back?” asked Kim.
“Because I didn’t want to get killed,” said Queenie. “They have fucked up rules and those rules are pretty one-sided. We are allowed to argue and complain. We can run and hide. But we can’t fight back. They are allowed to kill us if we do.”
“Oh,” nodded Kim as she felt a shudder shake her body.
“Now don’t be getting scared on me,” said Queenie. “This is why I keep you hidden.”
Kim nodded again but remained silent.
Queenie stepped up to Kim and reached up, cradling the blonde’s heavy breasts in her hands. “I knew that I owned a very valuable slave but I guess I didn’t know quite how valuable you are. It’s too bad I don’t have any way of selling you. I would be rich if I could.”
Kim had grown used to being handled by now so it didn’t surprise her that Queenie claimed her breasts. Queenie’s comment did surprise her, though.
“You would sell me?” she gasped.
“Only for the right price,” said Queenie as her fingers glided over the firm orbs of flesh. “I would miss these toys, though.” She indicated what the toys were by giving each breast a squeeze. This caused Kim to blush and avert her eyes downward.
“But there’s no auction house here,” Queenie added. “So I guess I’ll just have to keep my pretty pet. Well, I guess I’d better get back to fishing. We have a lot of hungry mouths to feed.”
Kim sat back down on her rock and watched as Queenie and the other Fox waded back into the water to catch tonight’s meal.
Chapter 10
Kim had been on the island for about six months now and still had not been captured. She still heard reports that hunters were looking for her but, so far, she had managed to elude them.
Queenie had not been so lucky. About a month earlier, she had been captured and was now presumably a sex toy for the perverted hunters on the other side of the island.
Kim decided that Queenie had been a good mistress. Other than the beating on the first day of her enslavement, Kim had not been punished. She did have to endure a lot more sex at the hands of her owner than she would have wanted but she had even grown accustomed to that. At times, she even liked making love with her diminutive owner.
When Queenie was captured, Kim was left ownerless. She hoped that this would lead to her emancipation but that was not to be. Instead, it was declared that she would be a camp slave until Queenie was returned to the tribe. As she learned what the role of a camp slave was, she realized that it just meant that she was the communal slut. All of the Foxes could claim her and most did. On some days, she was just traded from one sister to another in an endless stream of lesbian sex. On those days, her tongue ached from overuse and her clit became raw from the number of times that she was brought to orgasm.
New girls continued to be added to the stock and most of them became Bunnies. It seemed that life by the seashore was preferable to life in a cave.
The hunters continued to periodically thin the herd. Kim never actually saw anybody get killed and she was thankful for that. But she did hear about it whenever someone was slain.
Several Foxes had met their untimely death this way. A lot of the Bunnies had been murdered by the horrid hunters. And even one of the Witches was killed.
Kim assumed that so many Bunnies were killed because they were so clueless and, therefore, easy to shoot. Foxes were much more difficult to hunt. And Bunnies were not as strong or fast or athletic as the Foxes. So she assumed that their meat would be fattier and tastier than the lean Foxes. Plus she could easily see hunters wanting to have a beautiful, busty, blonde Bunny as a trophy on his wall. So Bunnies were in big demand when it came to killing girls.
Kim’s main duty, when she was not acting as the communal slut, was to fetch water. Each day, she would carry buckets down to the stream and then carry the water back to the camp. She did not have to travel far so she was not exposed to danger for very long. But the route to the stream did take her past the place where they butchered the girls. After a killing, she always saw the fresh blood drying beneath the meat hooks.
She had already made four trips down to the stream. On her fifth, and final, trip, she paused. A pool of calm water acted as a mirror for her. She stood beside it and leaned over to see how she looked.
Her face seemed unchanged. It was a bit darker now than she remembered due to all of her time in the sun. But there were no signs of stress which surprised her. She assumed that all of the danger surrounding her these days and all of the indignities that were imposed on her would show up in her face in the form of lines or wrinkles or bags under her eyes. But she could detect none of that.
Her hair had seen better days, she thought. It had been long and straight when she was in college. It was still long but the tropical heat and humidity had curled it. Now she had golden waves and curls flowing down from her head. It wasn’t a bad look, she thought; just different.
She had felt that her breasts were getting smaller. It made sense of her because of the low-fat diet of fish and fruit that she had been on for the past six months. But when she looked at them in the reflecting pool, they seemed to be just as full as she remembered. Maybe it was all in her head. It was too bad, though, that they weren’t shrinking a bit. Perhaps if she had smaller breasts, she would be viewed as less attractive to the hunters and to her current horde of perverted mistresses.
“Hello, sweetheart,” a male voice broke her out of her reverie. She quickly glanced around but did not see anyone. Maybe the male was talking to someone else. She quickly darted into the weeds to hide.
The male voice laughed. “That’s cute, blondie. But I can still see you. I told you that I would come back for you.”
She looked up and saw the male standing at the top of a small waterfall nearby. That’s why she hadn’t seen him before. She had been looking for a hunter on horseback. He must have dismounted and then snuck up on her. It was the same male who had raped her during her first few days on the island.
“We can do this one of two ways,” the male went on. “You can run and I can shoot you. Or you can just surrender to me and we can spare the pain and bruising of the dart.”
Her pulse was racing as she looked around. There were not a lot of places for her to run. And she didn’t think that any of them offered her any chance of concealment. This was probably the worst place to be discovered.
“You don’t have to shoot me,” she finally said.
“Good girl,” the male said. “You made a wise decision. Now climb on up here.”
Reluctantly, Kim rose to her feet and moved to the waterfall. She slowly climbed the rocks as she felt drops of cool water splashing onto her naked flesh. Finally, she reached the male and stood before him.
“Down on your knees,” he commanded. Obediently, she sank to her knees. “Hands in the air now.”
Kim raised her hands above her head and felt cold steel being wrapped around her wrists. She heard two clicks and then looked up, seeing that wide metal cuffs encircled her wrists and that the cuffs were linked together.
“One more piece of jewelry for you, sweetheart,” the male said. He produced another thinner metal band. He opened it and she saw that the two pieces were connected by a hinge. Then he wrapped it around her neck and closed it, securing it with a small padlock.
“That makes you my property,” he proclaimed. “Now we just need to get you home. Stand up again.”
Kim stood and trembled with fear. With all of the metal on her body, she truly felt like a prisoner. Maybe she should have run. She did not think that she had much of a chance but it would have been better than just offering herself to the man. And now, he viewed her as his property. How demeaning was that?
“These beauties are just as nice as I remember them,” he said as he reached out and bounced her breasts in his palms. “I’ll show you where I plan to mount them when we get to the ranch.” Her trembling intensified.
He led her away from the waterfall after attaching a leash to her collar. He found his horse where he had tethered it and then helped Kim onto it. He lifted himself into the saddle and settled in behind her.
“Hands over your head again,” he commanded. Again, she obediently lifted her arms. She was surprised when he reached around her and claimed her breasts with his hands but she knew she shouldn’t be. He bounced them a few more times and then squeezed them. She looked down and saw his fingers sinking into her warm, soft flesh.
Finally, he pushed her forward until she was practically lying on the horse’s neck. He had her lift her bottom and then was surprised when he speared his cock into her sex. It penetrated her easily which surprised her. How could she possibly be aroused and accommodating at a time like this?
He pumped into her several times before spurring his horse forward. He continued to fuck her as he steered his horse onto the trail and toward the gate that led to the ranch.
The saddle had no pommel, she realized. That explained how they were able to drape the girls that they captured across the horse in front of them. She was thankful that there was no pommel, though. In the position she was in currently, a pommel would have been digging into her mound cruelly at this point.
He amused himself with her ass as they rode along. Occasionally, he would swat a bottom cheek. Sometimes he would squeeze one or both. And every once in a while, he would run a finger down the valley between them and tease her asshole. She shuddered every time he did that.
“There’s nothing quite like fucking on horseback,” he exclaimed. “How are you enjoying it, sweetheart?”
She grunted as the cock kept slamming into her. She felt the saddle pressing against her clit and the steady movement of the horse was sending unwanted thrills through her body. “It’s different,” she finally responded.
He laughed again and swatted her ass. “How old are you, girl?”
Kim blinked. That seemed like an odd question to ask someone when you were raping them and carting them off to slavery. “I don’t’ know. What is today?”
He told her the date and she blinked again. “It’s my birthday today. I’m twenty one.”
“Ohhhhh!” he said gleefully. “We’ll have to celebrate together. We can take care of the birthday spanks on the way to the ranch. Then he proceeded to spank her ass, alternating back and forth from cheek to cheek.
Kim yelped with each spank. And each spank caused her to grind her clit into the saddle. By the tenth spank, she exploded in orgasm, much to her dismay. She thought that it was disgraceful to climax in that way.
The man kept raining blows down on her vulnerable ass. When he got to the final one, she climaxed again and felt her cheeks erupting in crimson from the shame that she felt.
‘You have a nice tight twat,” he said after he finished punishing her ass. “Did you know that?” He punctuated his question by thrusting particularly deep into her, causing her to grunt.
“No, I didn’t know that,” she replied. Then she realized that she didn’t even know the name of her rapist who claimed that he owned her now. “What is your name?”
“Master,” he responded. “Actually, it’s Jake but you will call me Master.” She remained silent. Like hell she was going to call him master!
They got the fence that separated the girls from the hunters and rode along it until they got to the gate. He steered the horse through the gate and Kim realized that now she was in enemy territory.
They rode for another five minutes and entered a compound. A large ranch house or club house was in the middle of it and she saw a number of cabins and other buildings surrounding a large open area. They rode past a line of cages and Kim realized that these were the kennels that she had heard about. They were empty at the moment.
Eventually, Jake pulled the horse to a stop. He dismounted and then tucked his cock back in his pants before helping Kim to the ground. He attached the leash to her collar and then led her through the yard toward one of the buildings.
“Mark this one as mine,” Jake said to the man inside.
“Oh, you got the blonde,” the man replied. “Good job, Jake. No problem marking her for you. Come back in fifteen minutes and she’ll be good to go.”
Chapter 11
Kim was locked into a frame for the marking. She was lying on her back on a padded bench with her legs in the air stretched apart and forming a V. A cushion was placed beneath her butt which only served to expose her more lewdly. Then the man went to work. She heard a buzzing sound and felt little pinpricks between her thighs. He was giving her a tattoo!
The whole ordeal only took about five minutes. She had no idea what the tattoo looked like but she knew that it was on her perineum. After he finished, the man pulled the cushion from under her butt and then sank his beefy cock into her exposed and vulnerable sex. He was quick about his rape and climaxed inside of her within a couple of minutes.
Jake returned and reclaimed her after checking out her new marking and thanking the other man. Then she was led across the yard and into the main house. She immediately started retching once she was led into the great hall of the house. The sight that met her eyes churned her stomach and made her bend over and start gagging.
Along the walls of the large room, the bodies and busts of girls had been mounted on the walls. She didn’t recognize any of them but she knew that each of them had been a girl living on the other side of the island, just like her. And she knew that each of them had been cruelly murdered.
After her stomach settled down, she was able to straighten up. Then Jake led her around the room, stopping at each one and commenting on the girl. Most of the comments focused on breasts, which didn’t surprise Kim. She had already decided that Jake was fixated on large breasts. He also commented on beautiful faces and pouty lips. At one stop, he even commented on a girl’s impossibly narrow waist.
Kim was amazed at how lifelike the girls seemed. She would have expected them to look more like mannequins. Instead, they each looked alive with natural pink or tan skin. She was curious about whether or not they felt alive but she overcame her curiosity and refrained from reaching out to touch any of them.
Not all of the atrocities were on the wall. Many pieces of furniture had been made using the corpses of the girls. One table had legs of real female legs. Another was supported by headless torsos. One girl was turned into a piece of art. A male statue sported a huge erection and a girl was mounted on the cock. This was truly a horrible place!
Thankfully, Jake did not keep her in that room for very long. Eventually, he tugged on her leash and led her out of the room. The next stop was the dining room. It had a long table and pictures hung on the walls around it. The few that she glanced at all showed images of girls in distress, undergoing some form of humiliation or torture. How could these people find pleasure in dishing out misery and pain, she wondered.
“This is the play room,” announced Jake when they arrived at the next stop. Kim gasped as she looked around the room which seemed anything but playful to her. In fact, it looked like it belonged on a movie set for scenes from the Spanish Inquisition.
A rack for stretching girls was on one side of the room. Numerous crosses were spread about the space. What looked like a surgical table was in one corner. It was all so ghastly! She continued to turn as she took in all of the various horrors and finally gasped again when she saw a girl in one of the devices.
Queenie was suspended upright in a rectangular frame with her limbs stretched out toward the four corners. She was panting as if she was trying to catch her breath as two males fucked her. The one fucking her pussy was trying to kiss her but Queenie kept twisting her head away from the slobbering lips. The one fucking her ass had reached around her and was mauling her breasts. Poor Queenie, thought Kim.
“You won’t have to worry about that kind of treatment,” Jake told Kim as he pulled her close and grasped her breasts. “I don’t plan to share you.”
Don’t plan to share me, thought Kim incredulously. Then why was she just raped by the tattooist? Maybe Jake didn’t know about that violation of her body.
Jake apparently decided that the tour was over and led Kim outside again. Kim was glad to be out of that house of horrors and hoped that she would not be taken in there very often. Jake used the leash to lead his new slave across the yard again and into one of the cabins.
“Welcome to your new home,” he smiled. Did that mean that she wouldn’t be kept in the kennels? She didn’t know if that would be good or bad for her. She looked around the cabin and it seemed harmless enough. There was a living room, a couple of bedrooms, and a bathroom. It seemed like pretty normal stuff; no torture devices anywhere.
“And this is where I plan to mount you,” said Jake as he stood beside the fireplace and pointed to the wall above the mantle. Kim’s heart jumped into her throat at that revelation.
“Do you plan to kill me?” she asked, fearful of what the response might be.
“Not on this visit,” he said. “I’ll do that on the other side of the island after you are released. But I do plan to kill you someday so I can have you stuffed and mounted up here. You’ll be a perfect ornament for this place.”
Kim shook her head in disbelief that these men could be so barbaric. Did they have no morals? Did they have no feelings? At least now she knew that she wouldn’t be murdered soon. That would wait for another day.
“It happens to all of the girls eventually,” he went on. “So there’s nothing personal about it. Actually, I guess there is. I personally want to hang you on my wall. But first, I personally want to fuck you silly.
“But why do you have to murder girls?” she asked.
“We don’t think of it as murder,” he responded. “We call it thinning the herd. We have to make room for the new girls or the place would become overpopulated. There wouldn’t be enough food for the livestock.”
She gasped. They thought of the girls as livestock! That was insane!
“But now for some entertainment,” he said as he dropped the leash and started removing his clothes. “I want to feel you wrapped around my cock again.”
When all of his clothes were off, he grabbed her leash again and pulled her into one of the bedrooms. Then he bent her over the side of the bed and plunged his cock into her. She grunted at the sudden intrusion and noted with dismay that once again he had entered her easily. She definitely did not like the fact that she was always ready to fuck.
“I didn’t have time to plan a birthday party for you so that will have to wait until tomorrow,” he told her as he sawed his cock in and out of her body. “We have a roast planned. They’re going to slaughter a cow tomorrow morning.”
She blinked. She didn’t see any cows on her way in here. She didn’t even see a barn.
“Where do they keep the cows?” she asked as she tried to keep her body from reacting to the stimulation being provided by the cock.
“On the other side of the island,” he laughed. “We have a herd of about fifty of them.”
She gasped again. The girls were the cows in their minds! Not only that, but they would be murdering one of them tomorrow! Maybe even one of her friends would be slain. Once again, she realized just how awful this place was.
To be continued
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