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Chapter 12
Days seemed to go by very slowly on this side of the island. On the other side, there were people she could talk to. Even though they viewed her as their slave, they still talked to her. Plus, she had her chores over there.
Here, the only person she ever talked to was Jake. And mostly they just exchanged grunts and moans. Sex with him seemed like a nonstop affair, which surprised her. She always assumed that men needed time to recover from an orgasm before they could get hard again. But not Jake. He only seemed to take about fifteen minutes before he was pounding his cock into her again.
She did have chores here (including servicing Jake which was truly a chore in her mind). “Milking the cows” was the one that she found the most distasteful. If a captured girl became pregnant, she was kept on this side of the island until her baby was delivered. Then she was kept for a few months longer as a human cow. It was Kim’s job to milk the cows every morning and evening.
Currently, there was only one lactating girl in the kennels. Twice a day, the kennel keeper would bring the girl to the milking shack where Kim would be waiting for her. The girl would be placed on all fours on a low table and Kim would sit down on the milking stool. She would then squeeze and stroke and palpate the dangling breasts, directing the sprays of milk into a pan on the table beneath the girl.
Kim always shuddered at least once during each milking session. Usually it was when she realized that this could be her life in a few months. With all of the sperm that she was receiving from Jake, she viewed it as likely that she would become pregnant. Then she would be the one on the table being treated as a human cow.
After her second day of milking the girl, Kim realized that the skin on the girl’s breasts was dry and chapped, probably from being handled so much each day. She asked the kennel keeper for some skin cream to help out the girl. He returned with a tub of what he called udder cream. She didn’t know what was in it but, each day, she dutifully massaged the cream into the girl’s breasts before milking her.
The roast on her second day of captivity had been truly appalling. They had murdered the girl in the morning and by noon she was cooking. A long metal spike had been thrust through her body and she rotated on the spit over the coals all afternoon long. Jake dragged Kim to the feast but she was not hungry at all. In fact, she was constantly struggling with her stomach to keep from vomiting at the thought of the brutality being exhibited by the males.
The men, on the other hand, seemed to have no difficulties with their stomachs. To them, it was a festive event with a rare delicacy being served for dinner. She heard them arguing over who would get the finest cuts of meat. And she was disgusted, but not surprised, that the breasts were considered to be the choicest cuts. The only good thing that happened that day was that Jake got so drunk that he passed out. It was her first break in what seemed like nonstop rape since she had been captured.
After a month or so, Kim had another girl to milk. Mimi, the one who she had been milking every day of her captivity, was still in the kennels but now she had Jane to milk also. Although it had been distasteful to her at first to be milking a girl, she got used to it and eventually grew to enjoy it. It was a quiet time and allowed her to chat with the girls as she worked.
Both Mimi and Jane were Foxes. They explained that the hunters preferred to capture Foxes as sex toys since they were more spirited. Kim wondered if that also applied to the slaves of the Foxes or if it was her breasts that got her targeted.
While Mimi was a docile girl, Jane was every bit as spirited as they described the Foxes to be. On her very first day on the milking stand, Jane turned her head and kissed Kim’s left breast. Kim immediately pinched one of the dangling nipples but her fingers were so slippery from the udder cream that they slid off. Jane took this as a sign of encouragement and twisted her head again, sucking Kim’s left nipple into her mouth and pulsing it.
“Hey!” protested Kim.
“Hey what?” asked a surprised Jane.
“Leave those alone,” the offended blonde said. “I’m supposed to be working on your breasts; not you on mine.”
“But I’m so horny!” Jane said. “And yours look so delicious. Let’s make love.”
“How can you be horny in a place like this?” asked Kim incredulously. “Don’t they give you enough sex already?”
“They haven’t given me any sex since I got pregnant,” countered Jane. “I’m so horny that I think I’m going to pop.”
“Well, I’m not into girls,” explained Kim. “So we won’t be making love.”
“You aren’t into girls?” It was Jane’s turn to be incredulous. “How could you live with the Foxes for so long and not be into girls?”
“I didn’t say that I’ve never done it,” said Kim. “But that doesn’t make me into it.”
“Well, I’m into it,” said Jane who leaned over and sucked Kim’s nipple back into her mouth. “And I need it bad,” she continued as she gripped the nipple between her teeth.
Kim tried to free her nipple but Jane held onto it with her teeth. Kim tried to pry open Jane’s mouth with her fingers but the teeth just sank deeper into the poor defenseless nipple.
“Okay, okay,” said an exasperated Kim. “I’ll take care of you. But let my nipple go.”
“What do you mean take care of me?” asked Jane as her grip continued on the punished nipple.
“I’ll get you off. I’ll give you a climax.”
“With your tongue?”
“No, of course not,” retorted Kim. “With my fingers.”
“I want your tongue,” Jane proclaimed. She bit down a little harder.
“Okay, okay,” cried Kim. “Sheeessshhhh! You’re going to bite that thing off if you’re not more careful.”
Jane finally released the punished little nubbin and grinned at Kim. “You made a wise choice.”
Kim shook her head in disbelief. The last time she was told that was when she surrendered herself to Jake. That had not seemed so wise after all.
The milking was finished and Jane sat down on the milking bench with her legs spread wide. “Now it’s my turn to have fun.”
Reluctantly, Kim knelt beside the bench. She took a deep breath and then moved her face between the spread thighs. She extended her tongue and scooped it between the parted labia before fluttering it over Jane’s clit.
“Look up at me while you do that,” ordered Jane. Kim felt her face blushing terribly as she raised her eyes and saw Jane looking down at her. “You are beautiful when you blush.”
Thankfully, it was true that Jane was about ready to pop. She played with her cream-coated breasts, letting the heavy orbs slip through her fingers as the tongue worked its magic. She tugged on her slippery nipples and then climaxed after only a few minutes. Kim was thankful for the quick orgasm and stood up as Jane’s body tensed.
“Want me to do you?” asked Jane after she recovered.
“No, thank you,” replied Kim. “I’m fine.”
“It’s no problem,” said Jane. “In fact, I’d love it. You have a heavenly body.”
“No, really, I’m fine,” Kim repeated.
“At least let me taste your breasts again,” said Jane. “Those things are amazing.”
Kim sighed but figured that letting Jane suck on her breasts again was probably the fastest way to get her back to the kennels. So she stepped closer and Jane sucked the right nipple into her mouth, pulsing it a few times. Quickly, she let it pop free.
“Hop up here on the bench,” said Jane. “I want to try something.” Kim had no idea what this devious girl had in mind but she sat down on the bench anyways.
“No, kneel on it,” Jane corrected her. “Like I was.”
Kim repositioned herself on all fours and Jane sat on the milking stool. Then, to Kim’s surprise, Jane reached out and gripped the two dangling breasts, stroking them and squeezing them as if she were milking them.
“I would love this job,” confessed Jane. “Maybe if you get pregnant, I’ll be the one to milk you. These are divine.” She released one breast and dipped her hand into the udder cream. Then she coated each breast with the lotion and continued to manipulate them. Again, Kim’s face turned crimson.
Kim did not get pregnant. Her period arrived the next day. Part of her was elated because she had no desire to have a baby or be kept in the kennels. She especially did not want to be milked. The other part of her was filled with dread.
This was her second period since being at the ranch. When her first period arrived, Jake had shifted to anal sex. Kim couldn’t imagine anal sex with anyone to be pleasurable. But with the bludgeon of a cock like Jake had, it was downright painful.
Instead, however, it seemed that the second period marked the end of her captivity. She spent the night in the kennels, the only night she had slept in the cages. And the next day, she was released to the other side of the island.
“Remember the wall where I plan to mount you,” Jake told her before she was released. “The next time that I hunt for you, it will be for keeps.”
Kim remained silent and just cast her eyes down. Jake must have liked that because he tilted her head up and kissed her.
“In a way, it will be too bad,” he told her. “You are a great fuck. I could enjoy that body of yours forever. But this way, I’ll be able to enjoy that body of yours forever too.”
Kim felt a chill snake down her spine and shuddered. Was that little speech supposed to make her feel better?
Chapter 13
Kim ran as soon as the gate was opened. She didn’t know when Jake planned to make good on his threat. And she had no desire to make it easy for him to do so.
Her breasts bounced wildly with every step. When she was first dumped onto this island, running naked had been distracting at best; painful at times. She just had too much on top and the wild motions of her generous orbs were difficult to get used to. But now she welcomed the feeling. She had been cooped up for close to two months and it felt glorious to be free again.
Well, she wasn’t free exactly. She was still a naked prisoner on this island. But it felt like freedom compared to that awful ranch on the other side of the island.
She arrived at camp and saw that not much had changed. Foxes were sitting around a fire and chatting. She knew that other Foxes would be posted outside of the camp to watch for intruders.
“Where’s Queenie?” asked Kim as she stopped running. She had expected to find her owner sitting by the fire with the others but she didn’t see the short black-haired girl.
“In her room,” said one of the Foxes. Kim turned toward the caves and started walking.
“Kim,” the Fox said. Kim stopped and turned. “Queenie’s changed. She had a rough time on the other side and she’s having trouble putting it behind her.”
Kim nodded and then turned back toward the caves. Well, that was understandable, thought Kim. I doubt that I’ll ever be able to put it behind me either.
She found her owner sitting on the sleeping mat. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms were wrapped around her legs. She just stared at the wall.
“Mistress?” said Kim. But she got no response from Queenie.
Kim moved beside her owner and reached down to stroke her back. “Mistress?” she repeated.
Queenie turned her head and looked briefly at Kim. Kim could see tears in her eyes. Then Queenie turned her head back and stared at the wall again.
Kim wasn’t sure what to do. She sat behind Queenie with a leg stretched out on either side of the smaller girl. She leaned forward and pressed her body against Queenie’s back and wrapped her arms around her owner, holding her.
“I’m so happy that you’re back, Mistress,” Kim said softly into Queenie’s ear. “I have missed you so much.”
Queenie patted Kim’s arm and nodded but remained silent. Kim continued to hold the girl and eventually she realized that Queenie had fallen asleep. She scooted around and then laid Queenie down on the sleeping mat. She lay down behind her owner and spooned with her to comfort her. Then she too fell asleep.
Kim woke up later to discover that Queenie had moved. The black-haired girl had rolled over and now was facing Kim. Not only that, but Queenie’s mouth had found Kim’s right breast and Kim could see the tip of her breast disappearing between Queenie’s lips. She felt a steady pulsing motion and could see Queenie’s cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Occasionally, the tongue would come alive and would flutter over the sensitive little nubbin.
Where did that come from, wondered Kim. What would cause Queenie to try to nurse like a baby? But Queenie looked calm and peaceful so Kim let her continue to suckle.
Queenie got better over time. After a couple of days of being totally sullen, Kim received her first smile from her owner. That was a very welcome change. After a few more days, Queenie was up and about. Prior to that, she had remained secluded in her cave. That was also a welcome change.
Kim tended to her owner’s needs, bringing food and water to her and keeping her warm at night. A couple of weeks after Kim’s return, Queenie wanted to make love. After a marathon session of five or six hours of orgasms, Kim was convinced that Queenie had recovered.
The two of them were inseparable and Queenie took Kim with her wherever she went. She still kept Kim concealed by hiding her in bushes or in the forest, but she was always nearby.
A month after returning, the two of them were making love again. Kim was lying on her back on the sleeping mat with Queenie on top. Queenie was lapping away at Kim’s sex while Kim reciprocated.
“I thought you said that you weren’t into girls,” a female voice said from the doorway. Kim turned her head and saw Jane standing there. She must have just been released from the kennels.
“She’s only into this girl,” replied Queenie as she paused from attacking Kim’s juicy sex.
“Yeah,” added Kim. “I’m a one-girl girl.”
“Mind if I join you?” asked Jane.
“Sure, join us,” said Queenie as she patted the mat beside her.
Jane sat down on the mat and ran her palm down Queenie’s back, pausing to pat her bottom. She reached out and stroked the outer swells of one of Kim’s breasts.
“Kim took good care of me on the other side,” Jane said as her fingers found the nipple. She started stroking its length, causing it to stiffen and elongate. “I have the softest breasts on the island now.”
“Oh?” said Queenie. “What was her secret?”
“Udder cream,” giggled Kim.
“Yeah, it was udder cream,” confirmed Jane. “She milked me every day and used the udder cream.”
“Oh,” Queenie paused in her attack again. “Are you still lactating?”
When Jane acknowledged that she was still producing milk, Queenie took a break from tonguing Kim, causing the blonde to groan in frustration. She rearranged Jane and then pressed her lips to the newcomer’s nipple.
“Mmmmm,” Queenie cooed. “You really do have soft breasts.” She wrapped both hands around the breast and then glided her palms over the silky flesh, squeezing the fleshy mound.
Kim started to hear sucking and slurping sounds and twisted her head. She saw Queenie’s cheeks indented from the suction she was creating and saw Jane toying with her other nipple with one hand and stroking her pussy with the other one. Crazy place, thought Kim. Then she returned her focus to Queenie’s pussy which was still positioned above her face.
The three of them made love throughout the day. Sometimes two of them would descend on the third and torment her with tongues and lips and teeth and fingers until they coaxed an orgasm out of her. At other times, they would form a circle with their bodies and each pussy would be serviced at the same time. They finally emerged from the caves at the end of the day in time for dinner. Kim was absolutely exhausted from the nonstop orgy but at least now she knew that Queenie had recovered from her ordeal on the other side of the island.
Chapter 14
Queenie woke up and shook her head to clear it. She looked around and groaned as she realized that she was back in the kennels.
She tried to think back to what had happened. A group of hunters had surprised a group of Foxes who were returning to camp. There had been no warning at all and the Foxes were totally unprepared. After much shrieking, they all started running, taking off in all directions.
Queenie remembered seeing two of her sisters go down and remembered the look of total terror in all of her sisters’ faces. One hunter pursued Queenie and another Fox who had fled into the forest. She heard the hunter fire once but didn’t hear a shriek. Both girls continued to run.
She heard the gun fire again and she was not so lucky this time. Her butt exploded in pain and she knew that the tranquilizer dart had found its mark. She slowed as the drug took effect and eventually collapsed, unconscious. The next thing that she remembered was waking up in the kennels moments ago.
She stood up and craned her head around to look at her bottom. She could see where the dart had punctured her skin and could see the bruising around the wound. Stupid darts, she thought. Why couldn’t they just use nets or something like that? It would be a lot less painful.
She looked around at the other cages and saw that three of her sisters had also been bagged in the raid. They were all still unconscious.
When she turned her head, she realized that something was around her neck. She reached up and found that a metal collar encircled her slender neck. She knew that this meant that she was private stock this time. The last time that she had been captured, she was kept as a ranch slave, which meant that she was available to all of the members. That had been horrible as she was fucked silly and almost continuously for the couple of months that she was held prisoner. Maybe it would be easier on her this time with only one male owning her. But, she guessed, that would all depend on who the male was. She wondered who owned her.
After another five minutes or so, her question was answered. “Hello, little one,” a male said as he opened the door to the cage. She recognized him as Jake, the male who had captured Kim before.
“Come out, pet,” he said as he stood to the side of the door. Reluctantly, Queenie stepped forward, leaving the relative safety of the cage.
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” he said. He reached out and bounced her breasts a few times in his hands. “Tiny, but built nicely. Who would have ever thought that such a short girl could have such big tits?”
Queenie wanted to snarl at him but thought better of it. There was no sense in angering the male on her first day of captivity. She would have plenty of opportunities to piss him off later.
Jake attached a leash to Queenie’s collar, which further aggravated her, and then led her toward the main house. When he started to describe the various buildings, she realized that he was planning on giving her a tour.
“I’ve already been here,” she told him as they got to the front door of the ranch house. “You don’t have to show me around.”
“I thought that you looked familiar,” he said. “Did I get a chance to fuck you the last time?”
Queenie rolled her eyes at that question. “Probably. It felt like everyone did.”
“Well, it will be different this time,” he informed her. “You are private stock now. I’m going to fuck you silly and knock you up. There won’t be any sharing.”
Queenie shook her head in disbelief. He stated it as if he was doing her a favor, but she had no desire to become pregnant. Again, she decided to piss him off later at another time and remained silent.
Despite her telling him that she had already been here, he led her on a tour of the place. Once again, she saw all of the beautiful girls who had been stuffed and mounted on the walls and once again she was disgusted.
Eventually, they reached the “play room” and she shuddered as she remembered her earlier visits here. There were no other people in the room at the moment and Jake decided that this would be a good time to enjoy his new girl.
He led her to a wooden wedge that he called a horse. He had her straddle the thing and immediately she felt the rough wood crushing her pussy. He leaned her forward and slipped cuffs around her wrists to keep her bent forward. Then he freed his cock from his pants, lubed it up with some sort of gel, and plunged it into her ass. She howled from the pain of the sudden intrusion. She felt like she was being split in two by the massive monster of a cock.
She continued to howl as he pistoned in and out of her butt. Eventually, her body adjusted to the log in her ass but the pain between her thighs became increasingly worse. It felt like her clit was being crushed and she worried that permanent damage was being done to her.
He reached around her chest and grasped her breasts. He used these as handles to pull himself closer to her and she felt the cock become lodged deeper into her bowels. This caused fresh pain to shoot through her body as her belly started to cramp.
Thankfully, he did not last long. She felt his body tense and heard him grunt. She knew that he was spewing his seed into her ass but at least the ordeal was almost over. He softened and his shrinking cock slithered out of her.
Finally, he released her from the horrid device. She straightened up and turned, glaring at him. “That’s the wrong way to knock me up!”
Jake laughed and swatted her ass. “I know. We’ll get to that soon enough. But your asshole just seemed to be begging for it. Plus it’s nice to have a little variety.”
A little variety my ass, she thought. There was nothing nice about what just happened in her mind. It had been repulsive!
Once again, he attached the leash to her collar. He led her out of the ranch house and across the yard. Then he entered one of the cabins. “This is your new home, slave girl.”
Queenie felt as if her heart stopped when she stepped through the door. She gasped and felt faint. Above the fireplace mantle was her beloved Kim.
Queenie knew that Kim had been slain about a month earlier. She hadn’t witnessed it but some of the other Foxes did. They told Queenie that Kim hadn’t been butchered so she shouldn’t have been surprised to see her slave girl mounted on a wall. But it was shocking, nevertheless.
“Oh, pretty girl,” sighed Queenie once she gathered her wits. She stepped forward and ran her fingertips along the outside of one of Kim’s thighs. She was surprised to find the skin soft and yielding. She had expected to find it hard like one might find with a mannequin.
“She’s my pride and joy,” announced Jake proudly. “I take it that you knew her?”
“Yes, I knew her,” nodded Queenie as she continued to stroke the thigh. She saw that the perfect breasts had been perfectly preserved. In fact, all of her pet had been perfectly preserved. Even the eyes, which she knew had to be fake, were a perfect match for Kim’s bright blue eyes. Now they simply stared lifelessly ahead.
“Were you lovers?” asked Jake. “She was a great fuck.”
Again, Queenie shook her head in disgust. But she answered the question. “Yes, we were lovers. She was my girl.”
“Your girlfriend?”
“She was my slave,” replied Queenie, although she wasn’t sure why she was bothering to answer this barbarian’s questions. “But she was my lover too.”
“Oh, then maybe I’ll mount you on the other wall,” laughed Jake. “Then you can stare into each other’s eyes forever. Tomorrow, we’ll get you marked as mine.”
“Marked?” asked Queenie as she turned and saw Jake grinning at her. “Doesn’t this mark me as yours?” She reached up and ran her finger along the collar around her neck.
“Only while you’re at the ranch,” he responded. “That comes off when I release you. But if you’re wearing my mark, everyone will know that you’re mine. That way, they’ll know not to butcher you once you get bagged.”
Queenie groaned. She knew that eventually she would be killed. All of the girls eventually were. And she didn’t know whether it was worse to be roasted or stuffed. But she guessed that it didn’t matter. As she had told Kim once, dead is dead.
The End
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