Devil’s Island Sporting Club

by captv8td

captv8td1@gmail.com

Chapter 1

“What are you doing still here?” the man asked accusingly.  “Git going!”  He poked her with one of the tending poles along the dock.

Kim cowered back for a moment, afraid of the threatening male.  Then she decided that it was best to leave.  The other two girls who had been on the dock with her had already run off into the distance.

Kim passed the three cages that were still on the dock.  These cages had held the three girls until they reached their destination.  They had arrived only ten minutes earlier. 

Arrived didn’t seem to be the right word to her.  That seemed to imply that this was their intended destination, which it surely was not.  Kim had no desire to be here, wherever here was.

She passed a large sign at the end of the dock and paused to read it.  “Devil’s Island Sporting Club – Members Only.  Trespassers will be Prosecuted.”

This caused a dilemma for her.  She knew that she was not a member.  She didn’t even know what the club was.  Were they trying to trick her into going onto their property so they could arrest her and sue her?  If they were, they were going to extreme measures.

The day before, she had been kidnapped by three men while she was crossing her college campus.  They had driven her to an airport where she was taken onto a plane and stripped and stuffed into a cage.  The plane had delivered her to another airport and then she and her cage had been loaded onto a boat.  Two other girls in cages were already on the boat.

“Git going!” the male shouted at her again.  “Or I’ll turn the hunters loose on you.”  She started walking again.

The male smiled as he watched her step off the dock and walk away onto the island.  This girl was going to be a favorite with the members, he thought.  He might even try to bag her in one of the hunts in the future.

She was a tall one at nearly six feet in height.  She had long blonde hair that was very fine and billowed with the gentle sea breeze.

Kim’s body was slender but decidedly feminine.  She had relatively wide shoulders and the man guessed that she was a swimmer.  Her waist was narrow, bordering on waspish.  Her hips were narrow but could not be considered boyish.  She definitely had a womanly figure.  And her legs were long, long, long.  He looked forward to spreading them and exploring the heavenly delights between them.

Although he could not see them because she was walking away from him, he remembered her breasts.  Those were her best features as far as he was concerned.  They were very full and completely defied gravity as they stood proudly on her chest.  They would provide him with hours and hours of fun someday.

Her face was perfect also and he thought again about what the best feature on this girl was.  Maybe it was her face.  It was elegant with soft curves and her skin was perfect, like fine porcelain.  Her pouty lips and deep blue eyes made him want to just gobble her up.  But that would have to wait for another day.  In the meantime, he had to finish securing the boat and then report the delivery of the three girls to the club president.

Kim paused again once she reached the end of the beach.  Should she explore the shoreline or go inland?  In her state of nudity, neither sounded attractive.  What if she encountered others here?  What would they think of a naked girl running around?  It was too embarrassing to even think about.  She looked through the trees and saw that there was no undergrowth.  Moving through the trees should be easy enough.  But the sun would be setting soon and it would get dark earlier in the forest.  She decided to stay on the beach and take advantage of the diminishing sunlight.

She turned to her right and started walking.  The soft, loose sand was warm and felt good beneath her feet.  The water was beautiful off to her right.  Under other circumstances, this might be a perfect place to be.  But it didn’t feel so perfect to her at the moment.

She knew that she should be terrified, but she was not.  To be sure, she was afraid and worried.  She didn’t know who these men were or what they had in mind for her.  Plus she was as naked as the day she was born.  They had even taken her jewelry away from her.

It was hot even though it was late in the day.  She could feel her body starting to perspire and she wondered how hot it could get during the heat of the day.  She reached to her chest and lifted her breasts in her palms, letting their undersides air out.

Kim gave her breasts a squeeze.  They were her prides and joys.  They were perfect in every way but they were also her biggest enemies.  Everyone seemed to prize them above all else about her.  Nobody ever took her mind seriously because they all seemed to be fixated on her breasts.  She wondered if she would have even been kidnapped if she had a smaller chest.  Probably not, she thought.

There was no time for idle musings, though.  She started walking again.  She needed to find shelter and, more importantly, she needed to find water and food.  She would dehydrate quickly in this oppressive heat if she didn’t find water.

She eventually came to a stop again.  The beach kept going but a fence blocked her way.  It ran from about a hundred feet into the water inland.  The fence looked strong and ominous.  Strands of barbed wire ran from post to post and a sign hanging from one of the wires announced that it was electrified.

She decided that it was time to explore inland.  Hopefully, she would find a spring or a stream and maybe a place to sleep for the night.

Kim moved parallel to the fence and the land rose.  A little path had been worn into the grass and she followed it.  Every so often, she would see a sign hanging on the fence.  “Warning:  Electrified Fence.  Property of Devil’s Island Sporting Club.  No Trespassing.”

She kept going higher and higher and it kept getting darker.  She could see most of the island now and it looked like a pretty place.  A campfire was burning way off in the distance but it was too far to try to reach tonight.  But it was a pretty place.  Under different circumstances, she thought she could enjoy it here.

She found a stream and paused to drink from it.  This was another first for her.  She would normally never drink from a river or stream for fear of some kind of contamination.  But she was thirsty so that prevailed.

“I guess being a naked prisoner changes your priorities,” she mused.

It was too dark at this point to safely explore further.  She decided that this was a good place to spend the night.  At least she would have some water in the morning.

She bent down some tall grass and then gathered some more to try to make a mattress.  Then she lay down on her makeshift bed and curled up.  It was not at all comfortable.  But at least it was better than that infernal cage that she had been transported in.

Eventually, sleep overtook her.

Chapter 2

“Are you nuts?” Kim heard.  She opened her eyes and saw another naked woman staring down at her with her hands on her hips.  “You’ll be the first one caught if they come today.”

“Oh, hi,” responded Kim as she rose to her feet.  She brushed off some of the grass that had stuck to her skin.  “I’m Kim.  Who are you?”

“They call me Queenie,” said the shorter woman as she looked up at Kim who was now towering above her.  “But why are you here?  This is just about the worst place you could be.”

“There was water and I was thirsty,” said Kim.  “And the ground was soft and I needed a place to sleep.”

“And there’s a gate too,” replied Queenie as she pointed at the fence.  Kim turned her head and saw the gate a few feet beyond where she had stopped for the night.  “That’s where they come for the hunts.  Are you new here or something?”

“Yeah,” nodded Kim.  “Pretty new.  They dumped me at the dock last night.”

“Rats!” exclaimed Queenie.  “That means that I can’t capture you.”  She paused and then added, “Yet.”

Kim raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to respond.  But Queenie continued before she could say anything.  “Well the least I can do is tell you how things work around here.  Then, after you have been here three days, I can capture you if you don’t join the Foxes.”

“Foxes?” asked Kim.

“Yeah, Foxes,” nodded Queenie.  I’m a Fox.  I’ll tell you all about it.  But first let’s get away from this place.”

“Well, I’m all packed and ready to go,” said Kim with a nervous laugh.  She didn’t understand most of what Queenie was talking about but she understood that it was not safe here.

“Yeah, you’re packed.  That’s for sure,” giggled Queenie as she reached up and softly gripped Kim’s left breast, giving it a couple of squeezes.  “Great set!”

“Hey!” objected Kim at the uninvited touch.  “That’s not nice!”

“Get used to it,” grinned Queenie as she lowered her hand again.  “They’ll be touched a lot here.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” grumbled Kim.

“You won’t,” said Queenie.  “Okay, let’s go.”  Then the two of them headed off down another trail with Queenie in the lead.  Kim followed and listened as Queenie educated her on the island.

Kim learned that the island was owned by a group of chauvinistic males who liked to hunt girls.  There were about fifty girls on the island at any one time but she had no idea how many men there were.

The island was divided in two by the electric fence.  The girls lived on one side and the men were on the other.  Every so often, the men would conduct a hunt.  They would come thundering through the gate on horseback, armed with rifles.  The girls would run and hide.

“Most of the time, they just shoot tranquilizer darts,” Queenie said.

“That still sounds dangerous,” observed Kim.

“It is,” Queenie agreed.  “So it’s best if you don’t get shot.”

Several new girls were added to the island each month, just as Kim had been the night before.  But the men never let the female population get much above fifty.

“How do they do that?” asked Kim.  “Do they release some each month?”

“Hardly,” said Queenie.  “Remember how I said that most of the time they use darts?  The rest of the time, they use real bullets.  They call it thinning the herd.”

Kim gasped.  “That’s horrible!  How can they do that?  That’s illegal!”

Queenie sighed, “Not here it isn’t.  They set their own rules here.  And we just try to stay alive.”

“That sounds just awful,” lamented Kim.

“Yeah, it is,” agreed Queenie.  “And once they kill you, they either roast you and have a feast or have you stuffed and mounted on a wall.  I’m not sure which is worse but by then, I guess it doesn’t matter.  Dead is dead.”

Kim shuddered at the latest horrible revelation.  Once again, she silently cursed her breasts for getting her into this mess.

Queenie went on with her description of life on the island.  They were passing through forest now but they stayed on the little path.

The women were organized into three tribes.  Queenie’s tribe was the Foxes.  They lived in the hills.  More precisely, they lived in a hill.  They had burrowed caves into the hillside and now lived in those little dens.

The Bunnies lived on the beach.  They had a few huts or cabanas that provided them shelter from the sun but they tended to be easy prey for the men and also for the other tribes.

“When one of us needs a slave, we usually raid the Bunnies,” Queenie explained.

“Slaves?” said Kim with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, slaves,” nodded Queenie.  “They cook for us and help with the digging.  And they keep us warm at night.”  She giggled at that last comment.

“And then there is the Witch,” Queenie went on.  “She’s kind of a tribe of her own but she has a few followers.   Well, maybe they’re submissives or slaves.  I’m not sure.  I usually avoid them.”

“We are the biggest tribe.  There are about twenty Foxes.  There are maybe fifteen Bunnies.  And maybe five in the Witch’ tribe.”

“But that’s only forty,” remarked Kim.  “I thought you said there were about fifty girls.”

“Oh, there are,” nodded Queenie.  “The rest are in the kennels on the other side of the island.”

“The kennels?” blinked Kim.  “What does that mean?”

“It’s just a bunch of cages that the men keep us in if they catch us.  If you end up in the kennels, they usually end up releasing you eventually.  But it could take a while.”

“Some of them are pregnant and are kept there until their babies arrive.  Some already gave birth and are kept there as human cows being milked every day.  And some are just kept on the other side of the island as fuck toys.”

“Oh gosh!” gasped Kim.  “This is awful!  I have to get out of here!”

“Good luck if you can,” said Queenie.  “I don’t think that anyone has ever escaped.  And they say that the club has been operating like this for over forty years.”

“Here we are,” Queenie finally announced.  Kim looked up and saw a few other girls sitting around a fire but saw nothing that resembled a camp or a village.  “This is home.”

To be continued

Chapter 3

“Whatcha got there, Queenie?” said a woman as she approached the fire.  “Did you catch another Bunny?”

Kim and Queenie had settled onto a log and were facing the fire as Queenie continued Kim’s education about life on the island.

“Nah,” replied Queenie.  “She’s not a Bunny.  Too bad, though, because I would catch her if she was.  She’s a new girl; just got dumped here last night.”

“Well, encourage her to become a Bunny,” said the woman as she sat down on another log.  “I could use a slave too.”

“Sure thing, Red,” nodded Queenie.  Kim looked around and was amazed.  There were five women around the fire and all of them were naked.  And all of them were beautiful.

Queenie was a black-haired girl who was probably about five feet tall.  She had a tight, svelte body and looked like she was both fast and strong.  Her breasts were more compact than Kim’s, although most breasts were.  They were nicely proportioned to Queenie’s body, though.

Red, as her name implied, was a redhead and seemed to be about five feet six inches tall.  Her body was fuller than Queenie’s but was definitely attractive.  It was simply curvier with broader hips and bigger breasts.

The other two had not yet been introduced to her and one was a brunette while the other was another blonde.  All of the women had long, free-flowing hair and all had gorgeous faces.  Kim figured that the club only kidnapped beautiful women.  After all, who would want to hunt and capture an ugly girl?

“Always know where you will run and hide at all times, especially when you are away from your camp,” Queenie continued.  “You never know when they will start a hunt and they don’t give any warnings.”

Kim nodded as she listened.  “What do I do if I get captured?”

“Well, when I end up capturing you,” grinned Queenie, “you’ll do whatever I tell you to do.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kim rolled her eyes.  “I got that much.  Cook and keep you warm at night.  But what do I do if the hunters catch me?”

“Well at first, you don’t need to do anything,” replied Queenie.  “You will be unconscious.  They’ll tie you up and throw you over their horse and take you to the other side of the island.”

Kim shuddered again but continued to listen.  “Since you are new and young, you’ll probably be a fuck toy for a few weeks.  If you get pregnant, then you’ll spend the next year or so in the kennels.  If not, then they’ll probably release you.”

‘So it’s all about sex with them?” asked Kim, feeling a bit of disgust about the males in the club.

“Oh, well they do love sex, that’s for sure,” said Queenie.  “But actually, I think it’s mostly about power.  They seem to love to control us.  And they love to humiliate us.”

“Well, it sure is humiliating to be running around naked here,” agreed Kim.

“You’ll get used to that soon enough,” said the brunette who had not spoken before this.  “We all get used to it.  Having your tits flopping around on your chest takes some getting used to, but you eventually even get used to that.”

“Lisa was just released the other day,” said Queenie.  “Tell Kim about your experience on the other side of the island.”

Lisa sighed.  “It wasn’t as bad as the last time but it was still pretty awful.  After I woke up, I was taken to the blacksmith.  There I had a steel collar locked around my neck.  For the next few weeks, I didn’t go anywhere unless I was led by a leash attached to the collar.  Can you imagine that?”

Kim remained silent, as did all of the others.

“This guy just wanted me for sex during the first week.  I don’t know how many times he raped me each day but it was a lot.  The only bright spot was that I got to sleep in a bed.  But that also meant that I was available every time he woke up.  So he would keep raping me through the night.”

“In the second week, they wanted some entertainment.  They had also captured one of the Bunnies so they matched us up.  We were placed on a mat and oiled up.  Then we had to wrestle.  The loser was going to be the club girl for a week.”

“Club girl?” asked Kim.

“Yeah, club girl,” nodded Lisa.  “Three available orifices for all of the club members.  Fortunately, Bunnies aren’t very strong.  It took some time to get used to being oiled up but I eventually pinned her.  As soon as I won, two men grabbed the girl and sandwiched her in between them.  Then they fucked her pussy and ass until they were replaced by two more men.  The next time I saw her, a few days later, she was walking bow-legged.”

“Wow!” breathed Kim.

“Too graphic for you?” asked Lisa.

“No, no, I’m fine,” said Kim.  “I’m just amazed.”

“Yeah,” nodded Lisa.  “They can be pretty creative about how they use and abuse girls.  Anyways, it was back to being a fuck toy for me.  After a few weeks, they gave me a pregnancy test.  And when they found out I wasn’t pregnant, they released me.  Thank god.  Otherwise I’d be up in those damned kennels right now.”

“Wow!” Kim uttered again.

Queenie stood up and Kim rose with her.  “That’s enough horror stories for now.  We don’t want to scare our guest away.”

“Actually, maybe we do,” said Red.  “If we scare her away, then she’ll join another tribe.  Then we can catch her and play with her.”

Kim blushed as she listened to Red’s remark and was relieved to see Queenie walking away from the fire.  She quickly followed her new friend.

“I’ll show you around camp,” said Queenie.  “Then you can decide what you want to do for the rest of the day.”

“What is there to do here?” asked Kim.

“Well, I assume that you’ll want to visit the other tribes, although you have three days to make your decision.  Or you could rest.  Or explore the island a bit.  Or we could make love.”  Queenie grinned at her last suggestion.

“Oh,” Kim blushed again.  “I’ve never done that before.”

“You’ve never had sex?” asked Queenie incredulously.

“Not with another girl,” said Kim as her blush deepened.

“Ooooo!” squealed Queenie.  “You have to try it.  It’s nice.”

“I don’t know,” said Kim, casting her eyes down.

Queenie liked the submissive look of the averted eyes.  She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the taller girl.  She bent her head forward and kissed the full upper swells of the blonde’s breasts.  “It’s so much softer and tenderer than with a man.  It’s so much nicer than being raped at the club.”

Kim tensed at the uninvited intimacy.  She watched in shock as Queenie’s lips caressed her succulent mounds.  Then she watched in horror as the shorter girl parted her lips and sucked her right nipple into her mouth, pulsing it a few times.  Finally, Queenie stopped.

“Well, think about it,” said Queenie as she released the blonde.

“Uh,” stammered Kim.  “Sure.  Sure I will.”

“This is where we store our food,” said Queenie as she led Kim by the hand through the elaborate array of tunnels.  Kim glanced inside.

“Doesn’t look like a lot to eat,” she replied.  Queenie had grasped her hand shortly after the embarrassing embrace and had held onto it.  The only time that she released it was to wrap her arm around Kim’s waist to hug her or to pat her shapely bottom.  Then she would immediately reclaim the hand and continue the tour.

“Yeah, it’s not,” agreed Queenie.  “We have to be constantly gathering food.”

“What do you eat?”

“Fish mostly,” Queenie replied.  That made sense to Kim since they were on an island.  “And sometimes we can find some fruit.  Of course we eat like royalty when we’re on the other side of the island.  If you don’t mind fucking for your food, you will be well fed there.”

“Riders out,” someone shouted from near the entrance to the tunnels.

“Let’s go watch,” said Queenie as she wrapped her arm around Kim’s waist again and propelled her forward.  “There are hunters out there now.”

“Is it safe?” asked Kim as she was hustled along the labyrinth.

“Probably not.  It depends on how many there are and what they’re looking for.”

“Oh,” replied Kim as she was pulled into the daylight again.

“Up here,” came a hushed shout.  Kim looked up and saw several of the Foxes perched on a ledge and watching off in the distance.  Queenie turned Kim toward a path and then swatted her bottom.

“Up you go,” said Queenie as she spanked the shapely, firm butt again.

“Hey, stop that!” Kim protested.

“Get used to it,” said Queenie as she spanked the taller girl’s bottom again.  “Once I capture and enslave you, I think I’ll spank you a lot.  It should provide hours of entertainment.”

“Hmmmfff,” remarked Kim as she started to climb the steep path.

“Stay down,” warned one of the Foxes as Kim emerged onto the ledge.  “He’s over there.”  She pointed down into the valley.

“There’s only one?” asked as surprised Queenie.

“Just one,” came the response.

“What does that mean?” asked Kim.

“Don’t know,” said Queenie.  “Probably just means he’s a horny guy who wants to claim a girl for some fun.”

“I’m not so sure.  He surprised some of the Bunnies who were bathing in the stream,” said Lisa.  “And he never even raised his gun.  He could have had any of them that he wanted.”

“He must be looking for someone in particular,” observed Queenie.

“What happens if he doesn’t find her?” asked Kim.  She watched as the man on horseback rode along.  Occasionally, he would raise his binoculars and look off into the distance.

“Don’t know,” Queenie said again.  “I guess it all depends on how horny he is.  Maybe he’ll bag whoever he can and take her back to fuck.  Or maybe he’ll stay out here until he finds who he’s looking for.”

“He’s headed toward the Witches now,” someone announced.

“I guess this will delay your visit to the Bunnies and the Witches,” said Queenie.  “You’d better stay here while he’s out there.  But I know a good way to spend the time.”  She reached out and cradled Kim’s left breast in her hand, pulling the tall girl toward her and kissing her.

“Hey!” protested Kim.  “Stop that!”

Chapter 4

Eventually, they lost sight of the male.  They stayed on the ledge watching for him but after an hour, they decided that he must have left.

Kim set off on her explorations after receiving directions from Queenie.  She was pretty sure that she would be able to find the Bunnies but she wasn’t so sure about the Witches.  With a name like Witches, she wasn’t even sure that she wanted to find them.  But then, she decided that she should at least visit and introduce herself.  And if Queenie was right, they couldn’t capture her during her first three days.

That was a nice bunch of girls, thought Kim as she wound her way along a path through the forest.  They seemed a little eccentric but they seemed nice.

She stopped occasionally to admire the scenery or the flowers.  At one point, she even picked up a pretty red flower and tucked it into her hair over an ear.  She might be totally naked in this strange land but that did not mean that she had to be devoid of fashion.

She spotted some vines and made a mental note to return to this place in the future.  She figured that she could fashion some clothes out of the vines.  They would be crude garments but at least they would provide her with a bit of modesty.

She detected movement out of the corner of her eye and quickly darted into some bushes nearby.  She stayed as quiet and still as she could as her eyes followed the form that she had seen.

It was a man on horseback.  It was the hunter!  And draped across the saddle in front of him was the inert body of another girl.  Kim had no idea if the girl was dead or alive.

She focused on controlling her breathing and remaining motionless.  The hunter continued to move across her field of vision and she started to calm down.  If he kept moving in his current direction, he would be out of view shortly.

Suddenly, the man steered the horse toward her.  She realized that he had reached the path that she was following and that he was now following the path.  But that was bringing him toward her.  What should she do?

Fighting was out of the question.  While she was athletic and in good shape, she did not think that she could overpower him.  Plus she wouldn’t stand a chance against an armed man.

Running seemed unwise too.  Perhaps she could make it difficult to follow her if she ran through the woods.  The limbs of the trees would make it hard for a man on horseback.  But there was still the gun to think about.  Even if the man could not follow her, he could still shoot her.

So, remaining where she was seemed to be the best option.  The bushes around her were dense so maybe he wouldn’t even notice her.  It was her only hope as she saw him getting closer and closer.

Her heart jumped into her throat as the man pulled his horse to a stop near her bushes.  She remained still but could hear her heart pounding as her nervousness increased.  He looked around for a bit and then looked directly at her little clump of bushes.

“Hello, beautiful” she heard.  She wanted to cry out.  She wanted to run.  But she willed herself to remain where she was.  Maybe he didn’t see her.

“Come on out, little one,” he said.  “I see you hiding in there.”

Kim silently groaned.  All hope of being overlooked were gone.  She felt trapped.

“I said come out,” he repeated his command.  “Don’t make me come in there and drag you out.  You won’t like it.”

She was trembling with fear at this point.  But she also knew that she had been found.  Reluctantly, she stood up on shaking legs and looked at the male.

“There you are,” he said.  “I have been looking all over for you.”  She gasped.  He was looking for her?  Why?

“I finally gave up and bagged this one.  It’s your lucky day.”

“Why is it my lucky day?” she asked, hoping that it truly was a lucky day for her and that he wouldn’t just shoot her.

“Because I can only bag one girl at a time,” he replied.  “And there’s no catch and release program here.  So this one will have to entertain me for a while.”  He patted the ass of the girl draped across the horse in front of him.

“What will you do with her?” she asked, not knowing if she wanted to hear the answer.

“Fuck her brains out,” he answered.  “Knock her up.  Have her amuse me.  But I’d much rather have you riding my cock.  Don’t worry, though.  I’ll be back to get you soon.”

Kim remained silent.  She couldn’t think of anything to say in response to the male’s disclosure.  But his response at least told her that the girl was still alive.  That was a good thing.

He stepped down to the ground, causing Kim to start trembling again.  “Come over here, girl.  Let me get a good look at you.”

Kim was paralyzed with fear.  Even if she wanted to comply, she wasn’t sure that she would be able to.  She just stood there.

“Now!” he barked.  She jumped in surprise and then quickly scrambled forward, almost tripping as she negotiated her way out of the bushes.

“Closer,” he commanded.  Her shaky legs moved her closer until she was standing directly in front of the male.

She watched, horrified, as he raised his left hand and reached out toward her right breast.  Instinctively, she raised her hand and caught the male’s offending arm at the wrist to prevent him from touching her.  Immediately, her head exploded in pain as his right hand whipped up and smacked her on the side of the face.  Her head twisted from the blow and she saw stars for a moment.

“Never deny me,” he said angrily.  He moved both of his hands to her chest and placed his palms over her generous mounds, letting his fingers sink into the soft flesh.

“You are prey,” he told her.  “You have no rights.  You would be best to remember that in the future.”

She whimpered as his hands mauled her breasts.  He was not being rough and he was not hurting her.  But it was so humiliating to be groped so brazenly by this total stranger.  And then he continued with his lecture.

“You are owned.  You are the property of this club.  When we want to use you, we will collect you and use you.  Is that clear?  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“That’s yes Master,” he corrected her.  By now he had gripped her nipples and was rolling them back and forth.

“Yes Master,” she replied as she cast her eyes down.  She saw him slowly twisting her sensitive nipples, causing them to stiffen at the attention they were receiving.  Then, to her surprise, he started moving his hands up and down, shaking her breasts.

“These are natural, aren’t they, girl?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” she answered as she watched him vigorously shaking her breasts.

“Yes, I’ll be back for you.  I might just keep you when I catch you.  Or maybe I’ll mount you on my wall.  That way these tits will be on display for me forever.”

She gasped.  Mount her on his wall?  What did that mean?  Whatever it meant, it did not sound good for her.

“Turn around,” he said after releasing her nipples and giving each breast a spank.  It did not hurt but again it was humiliating as the full orbs bounced on her chest.  She immediately obeyed his command and turned away from him.  “Bend over,” was his next command.

Dutifully, she bent at the waist, wondering what new indignity he had in store for her.  Her question was answered when she heard a zipper behind her.

“Just a taste today,” she heard him say.  Then she felt his cock probing between her thighs.  He used his foot to tap on the inside of her ankles, urging her feet apart.  Then she felt his cock easily slice into her sex.  She groaned at being so filled with the cock.  It must be enormous, she thought.

He sawed in and out of her vulnerable body as she just stood there bent at the waist with her hands on her knees.  How could he have entered her so easily?  Why was she so wet and accommodating for him?  Surely she could not be aroused by this kind of abuse.

The girl on the horse started to stir and lifted her head, mumbling incoherently.

“You’ll be next, darlin’,” the male said to the girl on the horse. “You’ll have plenty of time to ride my cock.”  The girl just groaned.

“It’s your lucky day, darlin’,” he continued, talking to the bound girl on the horse.  “This is the one I was looking for.  But when I couldn’t find her, you looked like the next best opportunity.  So now you get to spend a few months in the kennels, free of charge.”  He laughed at his sadistic humor.  Kim just felt her blush deepening.

Kim’s breasts were swaying beneath her chest, caused by the incessant pounding of the rod that was pistoning in her body.  Finally, she reached up and cupped the full orbs in her hands to eliminate the distraction.

“Hands back on your knees, girl,” the man ordered as he thrust particularly deep.  Kim shrieked as the cock pummeled her cervix, sending waves of pain through her captive body.  “I like the way those udders dance like that.”

Fresh waves of crimson swept over her face at his words but she quickly moved her hands back to her knees.  The breasts started their dance again and Kim moaned.

The male pushed deep again, causing Kim to gasp as another wave of pain swept through her.  The male leaned down until he was almost lying on her back and reached around her.  He started playfully swatting the soft outer swells of her breasts, interrupting the rhythmic swaying and causing them to bounce wildly beneath her chest.

The male’s breathing was becoming ragged and Kim knew that this part of the ordeal was coming to a close.  It couldn’t happen soon enough as far as she was concerned.  Then, as expected, the male tensed and let out a groan.  Kim groaned too as she realized that the man was shooting his seed into her.  It was just so humiliating!

“There,” he said as he pulled his cock out of her.  “That should hold me until I get back to the ranch.  Just one more thing and then we’re done.”

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her upright, turning her to face him once again.  She looked down and gasped as she saw the monster cock that had just been lodged in her pussy.  He still held her by the hair and pushed her down, causing her to sink to her knees.  Immediately, he presented his cock to her lips.

“Let’s just clean this up a bit and then I’ll send you on your way.”

She looked at the vile thing covered in her own juices and kept her lips tightly sealed.  There was no way she was going to let that into her mouth.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he advised her.  She shook her head in refusal but then she saw motion.  She looked up pleadingly but then gasped as she saw that he had drawn his knife.  “I can still make a barbeque out of you.  It would be a shame but we all have to play by the rules.”  Immediately, she opened her mouth and sucked the softening log between her lips.  She almost gagged but used her tongue to bathe the monster.

To be continued

Chapter 5

The visit to the Bunny camp was strange.  It seemed more like a group of sorority girls on spring break.  They lived in some grass huts along the edge of the beach and seemed to spend a lot of time frolicking in the surf or working on their tans or playing games.  It seemed like they spent the rest of their time making love.  Kim came across multiple pairs of girls having sex at various times during her stay.

They certainly did not act like they were prey for a bunch of hunters.  In fact, it seemed like they didn’t have a care in the world.

Physically, she fit right in with this group.  All of the Bunnies were blonde and almost all of them were tall like her.  Each of them had gorgeous faces and stunning figures.  And she figured that the minimum bra size had to be a C-cup, although none of them wore bras.  In fact, just like the Foxes, they were all stark naked.

They had a leader who they referred to as the priestess.  Kim met the priestess and liked her.  She seemed very friendly and easy-going.  She even invited Kim to bed with her although Kim politely declined.  She was not used to having sex with other girls and she really didn’t have any desire to start.

The priestess might have been their leader but there seemed to be precious little leading going on.  Where the Foxes had built their protective little caves and had lookouts to watch for danger, the Bunnies just played.  Kim was not sure that she could ever feel safe with this group.

She spent the night with the Bunnies and then got directions the next day to the Witch’ camp.  She hiked for several hours to reach her next destination and kept a constant watch for riders.  She did not want a repeat of yesterday’s ordeal.

The incident with the male still troubled her.  She constantly scolded herself for letting the man take advantage of her and letting him use her so lewdly.  When she reasoned it out, she realized that she had no choice.  She was naked and unarmed.  He was well armed and stronger than her.  She did not let him do anything.  He forced himself upon her and essentially raped her.  It could not have been avoided.

But even though she could rationalize it away as an unavoidable thing, that didn’t erase the humiliation that she felt over the incident.  Good girls like her did not have sex with total strangers.

The longer that she dwelled on it, the more she trembled with fear.  She remembered the male’s comment about mounting her on his wall.  That would mean that he would kill her and have her stuffed.  She was too young to die and she especially didn’t want to become part of someone’s decorating scheme.  She would simply have to be more careful and more watchful in the future.

“You’re the one, aren’t you?” the girl said to her once she arrived near the camp of the Witches.

“What do you mean?” asked Kim, confused.

“A hunter was looking for someone yesterday.  He said he was looking for the new big-titted blonde.  He was looking for you, wasn’t he?”

“Yes, I guess so,” nodded Kim as she raised her hands to cover her chest.  I don’t have big breasts, she thought.  They were larger than average, she knew, but they were in proportion to the rest of her body.  It wasn’t as if she had udders, mind you.

“You’re lucky he didn’t catch you,” the girl said.  “Or you’d be walking bow-legged by now.  They like their sex at the ranch.”

“Yeah, I heard about that,” Kim nodded.  “I’ll try not to get caught.”

“He took our Bunny,” the girl said.  “When he couldn’t find you, he took our Bunny.”

“Your Bunny?” asked Kim.  She looked at the girl standing in front of her.  She had long, straight black hair that went down to her hips and partly concealed her abundant chest.  One nipple was peeking out between the thick locks but the other was totally concealed.

The girl was a bit shorter than Kim at maybe five feet eight inches.  And she had a very shapely and trim body.  Her face was beautiful with deep brown eyes and pouty lips.  She was starting to realize that all of the women on this island.  That made sense, she supposed.  If this group was going to kidnap girls to stock their island, she assumed that they would only take beautiful ones.

“Yes, our Bunny,” the girl replied.  “We needed a slave girl so we captured a Bunny.  Now we don’t have a slave, thanks to you.”

“Me?” asked an astonished Kim.  “I had nothing to do with it.  It was that guy on horseback; not me.”

“Well, if you hadn’t been playing so hard to get, we’d still have our slave.”  She paused and ran her eyes over Kim’s body.  “But you look like a Bunny.  How are you with your tongue?”

Kim gasped at the implications of the question.  For a moment, she was at a loss for words.  But finally, she composed herself.  “I’m not a Bunny.  And my tongue has no experience.”

The girl rolled her eyes at the response.  “Well you sure look like a Bunny.  And we can train your tongue to learn what we like.”

“Hmmmmfffff,” snorted Kim indignantly as she crossed her arms over her chest.  This meeting was not going well at all.  It was highly unlikely that she would decide to join the Witches.

“We can sort all of that out later,” the girl said.  “I’m Lulu.  That’s short for Lucretia.  Come along.  You’re probably hungry.  Sabrina should have lunch just about ready.”  She turned and started walking along a trail that had been concealed by a boulder and a pine tree.  Kim followed but wasn’t sure that she wanted to meet any more Witches.

They eventually emerged into a clearing with a couple of huts.  These were made of wood and seemed much sturdier than the little grass huts of the Bunnies.  But they did not look sturdy enough to keep out determined hunters.

Four other naked women were already in the clearing.  Kim realized that all of them were beautiful, as expected, and all had long black hair.  She wondered if the black hair was a prerequisite to becoming a Witch.

“Sabby, look what I found,” said Lulu to the woman who seemed to be tending to lunch.  She was working with two pots or cauldrons that were over that fire.

“Is that Daffy’s replacement?” the woman responded.

“Daffy, that was our nickname for Daphne, our Bunny,” Lulu explained to Kim.  Then she turned back to Sabrina.  “No, I didn’t capture her.  This is the new one that the hunter was looking for yesterday.”

Sabrina stepped forward and moved in front of Kim.  She reached up and pushed Kim’s hair back, letting it cascade down her back and leaving her chest exposed.  Then she reached up and cradled Kim’s breasts in her palms, squeezing them gently.

“Yes, I can see why he wanted this one,” Sabrina said as her fingers glided over the soft, warm flesh.

Kim was trembling at this point.  She was not used to people touching her so intimately unless she had invited them to.  But she also didn’t want to make a fuss.  After all, they had offered to share their meal with her.  So instead of protesting, she just watched as Sabrina’s fingers explored her fleshy orbs.

“She could still be Daffy’s replacement,” Sabrina said.  By now, her fingers had gripped Kim’s nipples and were rolling the little buds back and forth.  Eventually, she started tugging on the little nubbins, stretching the nipples away from the blonde’s chest.

“Look at that,” Sabrina said to her raven-haired sisters.  “See how they retain their shape?   This is probably the firmest pair on the island.”

Kim’s face was blushing at this point.  Sabrina finally released the nipples and reached beneath the breasts, bouncing them several times in her palms.  “Very nice,” said the woman with the offending hands.

Kim was speechless at the way she was being treated.  Did they do this kind of thing to everyone who visited?  They must not get many guests if they do this to everyone.  She glanced down at her chest and was horrified to see how erect her nipples were.  They looked stiff and long and stood out from her breasts almost an inch.  They looked like little bullets.

“Time to eat,” Sabrina finally announced.  Kim breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that this ordeal was finally over.

“What’s for lunch?” asked Lulu as the girls started to gather around the pots on the fire.

“Fish stew,” Sabrina replied.

“Again?” one of the girls asked in a whiny voice.

“Catch me something other than fish and I’ll cook it,” responded Sabrina testily.  “But if you keep bringing me fish, then that’s what we’ll eat.”  Sabrina started ladling the stew into bowls and passed one to each of her sisters and to Kim.  Kim smelled it first and it seemed edible.  It didn’t smell like the most delicious meal in the world but she didn’t have any other options at the moment.

They all sat down in a little circle with their legs crossed. Kim looked around and blushed as she saw all of the gaping pussies being displayed so lewdly.  But there no table and chairs around so she sat down with the others.

Sabrina dipped a cup into the other pot and passed it to Kim.  “Let it cool down a bit.  But this should be good for you.”

“Thanks,” said Kim as she accepted the cup and set it down on the ground beside her.

The stew tasted better than it smelled and Kim actually enjoyed it.  Several of the girls finished their servings and went back to the pot for seconds.  Kim decided that one bowl was enough for her, though.

Eventually, the drink cooled and Kim raised the cup to her lips.  The drink smelled of berries and Kim wondered if it was some sort of flavored tea.  She sipped a little and found that it actually tasted good.

After she finished half of the cup, Sabrina spoke up.  “How is it?  We were out of eye of newt so I had to substitute.”

Kim got a puzzled look on her face.  Eye of newt?  Scenes from MacBeth flashed through her mind and she remembered the witches concocting some kind of evil brew using eye of newt in that play.

“It’s good,” responded Kim.  “I like the berry taste.”

Sabrina seemed to be watching her closely, which made her think that she should cover her breasts to prevent another assault on them.  After a couple of minutes, she started to feel tingly.

“Oh my,” Kim said.  “I feel strange.  What was in that?”

“Just the normal stuff, dearie,” replied Sabrina.  “Without the eye of newt, of course.  Would you like to lie down?”

Kim nodded.  “Yes, I think I should.  Do you have a sleeping mat that I could use?”

“Sure,” offered Lulu.  “Come with me.”

Kim rose to her feet but her legs were so wobbly that she almost fell over.  Thankfully, two of the Witches caught her by her upper arms.  Two other Witches grabbed her ankles and they carried Kim to a place where she could sleep.

Chapter 6

Kim woke up with a start and looked around quickly.  She was bound upright inside of a rectangular wooden frame.  Her arms and legs were drawn toward the four corners of the frame where rope was wrapped around them, securing her tightly within the frame.  Her entire body was taut with the strain of her bindings.

“Let me out of here!” she screeched.

Sabrina stepped up to her once she realized that Kim was awake.  “Hush, dearie.  We don’t want to attract any hunters today.  You should especially appreciate that since you are the one they are looking for.”

“Let me out of here!!!” she shouted again.  But Sabrina just smiled back at her.

“One more and we’ll have to gag you.”  Sabrina reached out and claimed the blonde’s bountiful breasts in her hands again, bouncing them several times before speaking again.  “Now, down to business.  Are you a virgin?”

“I don’t see that that’s any business of yours,” replied Kim indignantly.

“It’s easy enough for me to check,” observed Sabrina.  “But it might be less embarrassing for you if you just answer me.”

Kim thought for a moment about the indignities that she would suffer if Sabrina checked for herself.  “No, I’m not a virgin.”

Sabrina sighed.  “That’s too bad.  We’re out of blood of a virgin.  I guess we’ll just have to wait for a virgin.”

Kim raised her eyebrows at that comment.  These women were nuts!  At least she was sure that Sabrina was nuts.  But then Sabrina started tugging on the blonde’s ripe nipples again.  “I don’t suppose you are lactating, are you?”

“Of course not.  Now let me out of here this instant.”

Sabrina sighed again.  “That’s too bad too.  We also need more of the milk of a goddess.”

“Stop this nonsense!!!” insisted Kim as she glared at her tormentor who was still fondling her breasts annoyingly.  “You aren’t witches.  There’s no such thing as a witch!  Stop trying to scare me with things like eye of newt and the blood of a virgin.”

“Don’t forget milk of a goddess,” said Sabrina.  Her fingers were now stroking Kim’s right breast moving from the base to the nipple in a milking motion, apparently testing the veracity of Kim’s latest claim.  “And yes, we are witches.  Sometimes we have to resort to our potions.  So we have to keep the ingredients in stock.  Now, back to business.  If you are not a virgin, how many men have you slept with?”

Kim shook her head in disbelief but she kept her lips sealed tightly.  She was not about to play into the perverted games of this sick group.  Her love life was her own business.

Sabrina correctly interpreted the reaction as a refusal to answer.  She gripped the girl’s nipples which were still amazingly stiff and erect.  She slowly squeezed them between thumb and fingers, increasing the pressure.  “Answer me, little one.”

Kim finally cried out.  It felt like her nipples were being crushed in a vise.  “One!  I have only slept with one!”

“Did you love him?”

“I do love him,” was the quick and honest response.

“Good,” smiled Sabrina as she released her grip.  “Then perhaps you can provide us with some juice of an innocent.”

“What in the hell are you talking about?” snapped Kim who was way beyond being fed up with this group.  “Get away from me!  You’re nuts!”

Sabrina just smiled at her prisoner and released the nipples that she had so recently punished.  She reached up to the side of the frame and pushed it, causing it to rotate.  Quickly, Kim found herself horizontal and looking up at the sky.

“I need some help over here,” Sabrina called out.  Quickly, four of the raven-haired women gathered around the frame with Sabrina.  “We’re going to harvest some juice of the innocent today.”

“Ooooo!” squealed one of the women.  “That will be fun!”

“We haven’t been able to do that in a long time,” announced another one.  “All we ever catch is Bunnies and there isn’t an innocent one in that whole tribe.”

“You all know what to do,” said Sabrina as she stepped inside of the frame near Kim’s head.  Each of the other women stepped inside of the frame too; one on either side of the bound form and two between her outstretched legs.

Sabrina started to slowly caress Kim’s face with her fingertips.  Kim felt other hands gliding over her belly and upper chest and legs.  Eventually, Sabrina lowered her head and kissed Kim on the lips, eliciting a growl from the blonde.  Sabrina ignored the protest and kept brushing her lips back and forth across Kim’s.

“Can we clean her up a bit before we get too far along?” asked Lulu who was standing between the prisoner’s legs.

“Good idea, Lulu,” said Sabrina.  “Can you take care of that?”

“Sure,” replied Lucretia.  Kim raised her head to see what was going on and saw Lulu duck down and outside of the frame.  She returned with a bowl of water, a cloth and what looked like a knife.  Kim sucked in her breath as she saw the knife, wondering what they planned to do with it.

Lulu moved between the legs again and wet the cloth in the bowl.  Then she draped the cloth over the blonde’s pubic mound, letting it sit there.  After a minute, she removed the cloth and lifted the blade.

“Hey!  What do you think you’re doing?” Kim protested.

“Relax, sweetie,” Lulu reassured her.  “We’re just cleaning you up a bit.”

Quickly, the blade was brought to the skin and was scraped across it.  Kim realized that it was a razor instead of a knife.  “Hey!  Get away from me!” she shouted as she realized that they planned to shave her pussy.

Lulu was undeterred by the protest and slowly but efficiently scraped the razor over the mound.  The hair was so fine that it was easily stripped away by the sharp blade.  After a couple of minutes, the pussy was bald and Lulu bent forward to kiss it.  “Beautiful,” she remarked.

All five girls went into action at this point.  Sabrina kissed Kim again, much to the blonde’s chagrin.  The two on either side of her reached out and each grasped a breast in both hands, compressing them and elongating them.  They leaned over and sucked the defenseless nipples into their mouths and pulsed them in and out.

Lulu leaned down and started flickering her tongue over Kim’s clit while the other girl between her legs knelt down.

“Mmmmmm, she’s delicious,” declared Lulu.  This brought fresh waves of crimson to Kim’s face as she felt lips and tongues sending unwanted thrills through her captive body.

The kneeling girl finally went into action.  She started by stroking a finger along the bound girl’s labia before using her fingers to part the petals.  “Ooooo, we’ll get lots of juices from this one.  She’s absolutely dripping.”

“Be sure that you collect it properly,” warned Sabrina as she paused from kissing the prisoner.

“I know what I’m doing, Sabby,” responded the girl with the fingers.

Kim shook her head in disbelief again.  She couldn’t believe what was happening to her.  And she couldn’t believe that she could be wet.  Surely, she didn’t find this arousing.

The suction on her nipples intensified and those two girls continued to knead her breasts.  This attention was increasingly sending sparks of arousal through her stretched body.  Lulu’s tongue was causing her belly to flutter and she felt as if her world was spinning.

Sabrina was now nibbling lightly on her neck, occasionally pausing to suck on an earlobe.  These were both sensitive spots for her and she knew that she was getting more and more out of control.

“We have our first drop!” announced the kneeling girl.  Kim lifted her head and saw the girl holding a glass vial in the air.  She groaned as she realized they were collecting her lubricating juices.  It was just so humiliating.

Fingers and tongues and lips continued their torment.  Kim’s breath became ragged as the sexual assault went on and on.  Finally, she closed her eyes and groaned.  Her entire body tensed as the orgasm blasted through her, leaving her breathless.

The fingers and tongues and lips did not relent, though.  Lulu’s tongue was especially persistent as it fluttered over her distended clit.  Another orgasm erupted within her and she felt the kneeling girl’s fingers stroking between her labia.

“Ooooo, do that some more,” the girl said.  “We’re getting a lot.”

Sabrina bent over Kim’s face and a breast rested on each of Kim’s cheeks.  Sabrina twisted her torso back and forth, letting the full breasts slap the prisoner’s cheeks.  “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck on one.”

“Aarrrggghhh!” groaned Kim.  “Please stop!”  But the assault continued.  The kneeling girl inserted two fingers into Kim’s sex and spread them, opening the captive pussy.  Kim felt the cold lip of the vial against the bottom of her gaping sex and assumed that this was a new way of collecting her nectar.

Lulu had stopped fluttering her tongue and now had her lips around the exposed clitoris, suckling on the distended shaft.  The two breast girls had gripped the vulnerable nipples in their teeth and were pulling upward, extending the firm breasts into cones.  And Sabrina was now brushing her own nipple back and forth across Kim’s closed lips.

Kim groaned as yet another orgasm struck her and immediately Sabrina guided her nipple between the recently parted lips.  “Suck on it, little one.  Suckle it like you were a baby.”

Kim gurgled and gasped for air.  Eventually, she had to breathe through her nose as Sabrina’s breast stuffed her mouth and blocked off air flow through it.

It was frustrating to have such total control taken away from her.  She was nothing but a whimpering, wanton slut in her mind with the way her body was betraying her.  She didn’t want anything to do with this but they had already coaxed multiple orgasms out of her.  And she felt like she was on the verge of yet another climax.

“Aarrrrrggghhh!” she groaned around the breast flesh as the latest orgasm ripped through her.  Her entire body was coated in perspiration from her sexual exertions.  And still they continued to torment her.

“I think we have enough,” announced the kneeling girl.  Kim lifted her head and saw that the vial was a quarter full.  She saw her breasts disappearing into the mouths of the two Witches beside her and she saw Lulu’s lips indented from the suction she was applying to the poor abused clit.

“Okay, let her rest for a bit,” advised Sabrina.  “We’ll get more a little later.”

Kim groaned in relief as the lips and tongues and breast left her body.  But she knew that her relief would be short-lived.  They planned to rape her again!  She wasn’t sure that she would live through that.

To be continued

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

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

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