7 comments/ 102599 views/ 12 favorites The Breeders Ch. 02 By: MrPezman The next morning, after eating a much better fare than roots and berries, Micah was taken to a smaller, humbler hut, and introduced to an older woman of about forty. Her body was nothing special, but her vitality and insatiability seemed to be that of a much younger woman. She used him for almost an hour, having climax after climax, but he, in spite of his erection, was uninterested, and only achieved his own climax by thinking about Contessa. As his sweat dried, and his breathing returned to normal, the woman cooed as to how he was the largest that she'd ever taken inside her, and she hoped that her future daughter would be beautiful. He was taken by two guards only an hour later to another hut, and his manhood was again put to work with a young woman of about twenty-three, a frightened woman who needed much coaxing by him. He parted her thighs and worked his tongue on her, exciting her to no end, bringing her close to orgasm before stopping and denying her release. Three times he did so until she couldn't stand it anymore. "I'll have that monstrosity inside me if it splits me in half!" She insisted that he be on her, and grasped his manhood, guiding him to her and inside her. She was amazed that he could possibly fit inside her, and he was soon driving himself inside her, encouraged by her squeals of delight, fueled by her orgasms, until she climaxed so fiercely that she did faint. Undaunted, Micah brought himself to climax, pushed as deep as he could, and spewed forth his seed inside her. She moaned, still unconscious, and he, upon feeling his last weak spurt, withdrew from her and awaited his ragged breath. He was given lunch, a few hours to rest, which he really needed, and then was brought to a third hut. When he found himself before a nineteen-year-old beauty, he finally protested. "She should probably be with someone a little smaller." One of the guards, a mere slip of a girl, swung her spear and struck him in the back, dropping him to his knees. "You will do what you are told!" Micah sighed, and followed the woman to her bed. He had to get her as wet as possible to facilitate entry or risk injuring the poor girl. So he worked on her with his fingers, and then his tongue as she writhed on the bed, begging for more. As the wet spot underneath her grew, he hovered over her as she guided him to where he had to go, and he eased himself as slowly into her as he could manage. He could tell that she was hurting, so he stilled himself, feeling the throbbing of her vaginal walls around his length. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she grimaced in pain. He wanted badly to stop, to withdraw and let her be, but the guards behind him would not allow it. He waited until her eyes opened, and her grimace of pain to fade before he allowed himself to move within her. He was a little surprised when her arms wrapped around him, and her legs squeezed tight around his waist. Once the pain faded, she urged him to pound it in her, and no matter how fast he moved inside her, she demanded more. She quickly reached her climax, and another within a minute. She was so tight on him, however, that he couldn't achieve his own. He reached down and whispered in her ear, "Let's try something different. I think you'll enjoy it even more." Warily, the young woman let him move her onto her hands and knees, and he eased back inside her. True to his word, she enjoyed it much more than the previous position, and her next few orgasms proved it. With her driving herself back into him as he thrust, it was only a few more minutes of manic thrusting for him to achieve his climax, and the amount of his seed that he seemed to shoot inside of her was enough to be painful when those last few, meager spurts came out. He knew that she would be intensely sore in the morning, and, most likely, so would he. After a brief period to rest, the guards led him back to Contessa's hut for the night. He staggered in, and fell to his knees before Contessa, who was alarmed. "How many women did he visit today?" The girl answered nervously, "Three, my Queen." "Three? Are you mad? This isn't just one man on the island. There are three others as well! Unless I say otherwise, he will only visit with two women per day. Is that understood?" The two girls bowed and returned to their position at the door. Contessa helped Micah to his feet and brought him to the large tub again. She removed his shirt while he swayed unsteadily on his feet, and gasped as she saw the bruise across his back from the guard's spear. "Guards! Come forth immediately!" The two guards returned and one of them winced when Contessa turned Micah's back to them. "Who struck this man?" The one who had winced, stepped forward, her head bowed. "What warranted this?" she indicated the bruise. "He…refused to do his duty, my Queen." Contessa turned to Micah and asked, "Why is this?" Micah, feeling as if the room was spinning, managed, "I suggested that one of the others would hurt her less." To the guard, who trembled with fear, Contessa demanded, "Who was the woman he was with?" The guard whispered, "Katrina, my Queen." "Katrina? You made this man lay with Katrina? Have you seen his size? You witless child, he could have split her in two! You will go see the elders, and tell them what you have done. They will decide your punishment." The now weeping guard left to do as she was told. To the other guard, and to her servants, she bid them to leave, "This man is in no shape to raise even a finger against me. I can only hope that he is even alive tomorrow. We can not afford to lose this breeder, not with our village in such decreased numbers. Stay outside and make sure nobody enters. I will not be disturbed." As the servants and the remaining guard retreated outside, Contessa turned to Micah and eased him into the warm water. "This abuse to you will not happen again, or there will be much to pay." From a pitcher, Contessa poured Micah a cup of fresh water to drink. She washed him gently, taking special care not to press too hard on the blackening bruise on his back. Still he hissed and swayed even with the slightest contact. Once he was clean and no longer smelling of sex, she dried him and led him to the bed. He collapsed onto it as if his bones had turned to water, and she cursed the idiot guard who had been so thoughtless. She brought a salve from a collection of salves and treatments, and tenderly applied it to the bruise before letting him sleep the sleep of the exhausted. Then she spent most of the night questioning her feelings. The next day, Micah was given a reprieve from his duties to recuperate from the previous one. Contessa was not there when he woke up long past noon, only her servants and two different guards. The servants gave him food and helped him to relieve himself, holding him upright and unabashedly staring at his flaccid member, which was admittedly large. He found it almost impossible to bend for any reason, and even walking made him break out in a sweat. The guard the day before definitely had an impressive swing. Contessa returned a few hours later, severely irate, sputtering colorful curses. She helped Micah to his feet and led him outside to where a group of women, the other three men, and the captive women. She unbuttoned his shirt and turned him around. Everyone gasped as they saw the bruise. "He was given this by one of the guards because he protested the lying with Katrina! This abuse is not to be tolerated. Yes, they may be breeders, but to treat them so brutally is to be on the same moral level as the beasts who no doubt did the same to our ancestors. This man," she indicated Micah, "Is in no condition to lay with any of us this day, and perhaps the next! That is a maximum of four women who may not receive the chance of becoming pregnant today. This blatant, disregard for the breeders will not be tolerated. That is all!" Micah, having been turned around, glimpsed the third girl he'd been with yesterday, Katrina, barely able to walk back to her hut. She was assisted by two others. "The poor girl," he mumbled. Contessa turned to see, and nodded, "Yes, it is very unfortunate for Katrina. Maybe I can set up another meeting between you and her, and you can help relieve her pain." Micah nodded and said nothing. It would be nice to make up for the evident pain he had caused her. Contessa led him back inside and to the bed, "Lie on your stomach. I will put something on it to help relieve the pain a little." Feeling a mixture of pain for himself and remorse for Katrina, he waited as Contessa spread the salve over his bruise, which extended across his back in a painful line. When she leaned back, he struggled to sit up. Hissing against the pain, his forehead broke out in sweat. "Damn that idiot girl!" Contessa shook her head, "This is my fault. I should have made it clear about all this. Three women in one day, and then this! I must apologize." Managing through his haze of agony, Micah replied, "I don't blame you for this. I blame myself for not refusing. I have never hurt somebody so badly, and it made me sick to have done that to her. I don't know if I can do this any longer. I can't live with what I've done, so if you want to have me put to death, then I'll offer no resistance." Thoroughly amazed at what he had said, Contessa laughed, "I will do no such thing! It is not your fault for Katrina. For the same reasons that you made that bargain with me, you did what you had to do in order to survive. Katrina will heal in time, as will you. In fact, I have spoken at length with her today, and despite her soreness, she cannot wait to see you again! This speaks something about you, Micah. I will arrange your meeting with her tonight, not to lie with her, but to spend the night. What you do with her this night is your own choice." Micah was led to Katrina's hut by Contessa herself. She reassured him that in no way was he required to lay with her, and then left him. Katrina limped over to him, smiling through the pain, and the sight of her almost drove him to his knees. "I deserve this bruise and worse," Micah bowed his head. Katrina took his hands in hers, and made him sit on the bed. "Nonsense!" she laughed, "I'll heal just fine, and will be better for it. My Queen has spoken to me, and I understand that you feel badly for my pain, just as I do for yours. I have to confess, I've practiced with our collection of implements, but never have I been so…completely filled before! I cannot wait to heal, so that I can have you again!" Micah shook his head, surprised that she could say such a thing. She ought to be traumatized from the previous night, not wanting more. She smiled again, "Oh, you worry too much. We can be gentler next time, and I am sure that there will be only pleasure. I must have you again! For tonight, I'm not sure what we will do, only that you are spending the night with me." Micah had her undress, much to her delight, and began massaging her, using techniques that an old girlfriend had once taught him. The girl, Mallory, had been a masseuse, and a very talented one. "I actually learned this from one of the other masseuses, a woman named Cassandra, who had to…show me." A little embarrassed, yet also excited, Mallory admitted, "That, actually, became my first lesbian experience." Micah now used it on Katrina, beginning with her legs, just above her knees, massaging his way upward to her inner thighs, which she had trouble opening for him. He spent at least ten minutes on each until they relaxed completely, and then reached the center. Keeping his fingers at the correct positions, he massaged her just outside her entrance, and then he gently worked two fingers inside her. She sighed with pleasure, "If you never stop, it will be much too soon for me." Almost an hour later, he was finally too tired to continue the massage, but it looked as if it had been effective. When Micah helped her to her feet, she was able to walk much easier, though not as she probably had before their first painful encounter. She laughed, delighted, "You've done so much for me tonight that I must do the same for you. Only," she touched his back above the bruise, "There is nothing that I know that would relieve that bruise. May I try something else?" Micah nodded, and allowed himself to be sat on the edge of the bed. Katrina knelt on the floor at his feet and unbuttoned Micah's pants. He began to understand what she intended to do, and wondered if such an act was forbidden here. She extracted his half-flaccid member from his underwear and stroked it to hardness. As he watched, she began kissing along its length, and then opened her mouth, taking his head between her lips, drawing her tongue across the head. Since there was no way she could take the entire thing into her mouth, she took as much as she could manage, which was about a third of it, and stroked the rest with her hands. The softness of her hands combined with the heat of her mouth and her ceaselessly moving tongue brought him quite quickly to climax, within only a few minutes. He began to pull back, trying to warn Katrina about his impending orgasm, but she only gripped tighter and sucked harder, until he cried out and his seed shot forth into her waiting mouth. She gagged a little on the taste and that it shot so forcefully into her throat, but didn't let it stop her from swallowing as much as she could. Some of it dripped down her chin, and when she let go of his withering member, she used her finger to gather the remaining seed and it vanished into her mouth. He sighed and shivered a little. Knowing that it was so forbidden actually made it that much more pleasurable, though he would take this secret to his grave. Katrina crawled up into the bed, pulling him with her, and lay in his arms. He stroked her hair, an almost platinum blonde, and soothed her to sleep. Long after, for at least a few hours, Micah couldn't fall asleep. His mind was whirling with mixed feelings towards Contessa, feelings of attraction and need, yet conflicted by feelings of resentment towards his captors. Their whole belief structure centered on the fact that there would be more peace without the violence of men, that the only necessity for men was breeding. But this structure just seemed wrong. It seemed so emotionless. What of the household, though? He harbored no crazy hopes that he alone could change the beliefs of a whole village, especially one that had followed this same belief for so long. He finally drifted off to troubled sleep. The next morning, as Micah slowly ascended from sleep, Contessa walked into the hut where he had spent the night with Katrina and stood at the foot of the bed where he was curled up. Katrina, able to walk almost normally again due to Micah's massage, now waited behind Contessa, feeling a bit jealous that this man was to return to Contessa's hut. She wanted this gentle beast for herself. Nevertheless, she waited idly by while Micah was helped to his feet and led from her hut. Micah followed Contessa back to her hut, where he was bathed and dressed. "Are you well enough to be with me?" Micah could see how hopeful she was, and shrugged, "I think I'll be okay as long as you take it easy on me." Contessa brought him close and touched her fingers to his face. Since she had first had him, she had ached for him to have her again. Her dreams were filled with fantasy, and when he had been bruised by the guard and forced to cause Katrina such pain, she had despaired that he would refuse to perform as a breeder any longer. Before she was fully aware of what she was doing, she pressed her full lips to his, and her tongue pressed to his tongue, and they shared a kiss that could have the women in the village suspicious. She finally broke the kiss and looked into his dark, Spanish eyes. She helped him undress, and then disrobed before him. He saw that she had shorn her pubic thatch, and was amazed. This, as much as the kiss, showed him how deep her feelings for him ran. She had trimmed the hair in an undeniable effort to please him, and it did. He sank slowly to his knees and pressed his face to the now smooth skin, inhaling the fragrance of the oil she had applied after, and an underlying yet singular aroma of her womanhood. Touching his lips to her skin, he felt her shiver, and her hands plunged into his hair. He turned her so that she was between him and the bed, and then lay her down on it. He kissed the smooth skin again, and then went up to touch her breasts. He drew a nipple into his mouth and licked it, rewarded by her light moans. She was careful not to touch his back, instead reaching down to grasp his manhood. She stroked it to full hardness, and kept her hands on him while he flicked his tongue across her jutting nipples for a few seconds. He wanted to taste her again, and moved to do so, but she refused to let go of his shaft, so he turned his body around until his groin was close to her while his face was directly above her newly shaved flesh. Breathing in her mingled fragrances, he enjoyed the feeling of his lips on smooth skin, and slowly worked his lips and tongue around her sex, deliberately driving her crazy. Her hips left the bed and attempted to guide him where she so wanted his lips. "Please, I will go mad if you insist on torturing me like this!" Hiding his smile and his intentions, he made another circuit, from her shaved skin, to her inner thighs, and back, before finally succumbing to her urges. He placed his lips upon the hood of flesh that protected her clit and exposed the nub of pure pleasure to his questing tongue. She gasped, and her butt again left the bed. Micah rested his hands upon her butt, caressing as it left the bed, just gripping it once she relaxed. He moved his mouth down to where her juices seeped from her, lubricating her entrance, facilitating an inevitable entry. He tasted the natural lubrication, capturing it in his mouth, lapping at it for more than three minutes before returning his attentions to her patiently waiting clitoris. His continued contact with her most sensitive areas brought her closer and closer to the orgasm she needed. But whenever she was almost there, he would feel it, and he slowed down, bringing her just short of it and no further. As she drifted back, he sped his actions enough to get her back to the edge before letting her drift back again. She cried out, a little frustrated, "This is worse than your actions before! Why must you do this to me?" He tapered off and lifted his head briefly, "Believe me, you'll understand why when you finally do get there." He returned his mouth to her swollen nub, brought her closer a lot quicker than before, and then stopped. When she groaned with frustration, he got himself into position above her, and rubbed his erection across her inner lips, and then down to up, spreading the lips, and slowly working the head inside. Her mouth opened and a small whimper escaped it as he pushed slowly inside her, taking his time. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, giving him better access to her sex, and he worked another few inches into her. Whatever implements she had practiced with in the past were woefully useless other than to break the hymen. She was almost as tight as Katrina had been, which was actually better, because Katrina's tightness had been painful and difficult to enjoy. A little at a time, he stroked his member into her, deeper and deeper until he was completely within her. She was already panting from the exertion, and he let her relax a little before he began moving in her, drawing out most of his length before sliding it back into her, feeling her vaginal walls throbbing around him. She could feel her climax building, even at such an agonizingly slow pace, and she began moving with him, squeezing her legs against him as she lifted her hips to meet him. He increased his pace slightly, and she matched him rhythm for rhythm, arching into him eagerly. She had trouble finding a place for her hands that would not be anywhere near his bruise, and had to settle for clutching the sheets. He filled her completely, and his largeness stretched her, and she loved all of it. The Breeders Ch. 02 She was a bit surprised when Micah pulled away. He suggested something different, and she hesitated. "Will it hurt?" She way she asked her question, and her expression of fear, eagerness, and…trust, it revealed how achingly young she was, despite her age. She'd spent her whole life following a skewed belief based on some lecherous men aboard a trade ship who had raped the women aboard who were using the ship for escape. And even though she hadn't medically been a virgin, an implement used for sex could not substitute the real thing, so, other than what she may have seen twenty years ago, she was so inexperienced that she might as well be a virgin. He smiled gently, "No, it's just a different position. I think you might like it." She allowed him to position her on her hands and knees, with her nicely rounded, pale butt up in the air, her bald skin deliciously available to him. On his knees behind her, he nudged her legs apart a little more, and slid his length back into her hot silkiness slowly, but unceasingly until he was once again buried in her. This position allowed him to be deeper in her, much as her straddling him would allow, but seeing her beautiful white butt thrust up at him aroused him much more. Moving slowly within her, able to easily see himself enter her, the sensations that ensued were much more intense than before, and he actually had to control himself before he reached that point in which he could no longer hold back. When he stopped to gather his self-control, she mistook his stillness for pain, and she looked worriedly back at him. "We can stop if the pain is too great. I can wait until you are feeling better." Micah shook his head, "No, I'm just fine. It's just that I was getting way too close; you look so beautiful and sexy that I had to stop and control myself." She was pleased by his compliment, "That is sweet of you, but I want your seed in me. Whether or not I take pleasure from you is not supposed to be the issue." Her words were one thing, but the look on her face painted a different picture. He challenged, "Do you mean what you say, or is it just what you are supposed to say?" Contessa considered his question, and argued with herself for almost a minute before she cried, "Of course I don't mean it! I should, I'm supposed to mean it, but I just can't. I want all the pleasure you can stand to give, and I want you to fill me with your seed. I want to feel it in me." "Then please, when we are alone, say what you mean. I don't want to be reminded that I'm here because I have to be." She nodded, "Then have me. Please, have me." He began moving in her again, and her response was to push back every time he thrust, causing them both to cry out. He knew that he would not be able to hold out for long, so he strove to give her what he had denied her several times before, and increased his rhythm, shoving himself within her, and it took only a minute, her loud, wordless cries of pleasure a signal of her impending climax. He also felt himself growing nearer, but she beat him to it. She locked up completely, her trembling getting more noticeable, and then, with a loud near-sob, she bucked back into him for all she was worth, wanting to make her climax last. The spasms of her on his length was all it took for him, and he grabbed and pulled her against him hard as he thrust as deep as he could into her and let loose a torrent of his seed, splashing it deep in her. For almost fifteen seconds, he released spurt after spurt, and even after he was done, he kept himself deep, listening to his rapidly pounding heart and both of their ragged breaths. She pulsed around him, as if milking everything he had, her butt pressed up against his hips, his hands on her back, tracing his fingers down her trembling skin and back up. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled away from him, and his withering member slipped from her. She collapsed onto the bed, burying her face into her blanket for a moment. When she rolled onto her back, she looked up at Micah and asked, "If you were not here as a breeder…would you be here at all? Would you have had any feelings for me?" Micah considered her question and found it difficult to answer. He tried anyway, hoping that nothing he said would offend her. "I have to admit, when I saw you for the first time, I was quite impressed. Of course, I was also scared for myself and worried for my passengers. I am responsible for them, you know? It is my fault that they are here. But it is almost impossible to know for sure whether I would've had the feelings I do, because I wasn't given the chance to know you as anything but my captor. If I had walked in on my own two feet and met you, I could see myself falling for you. But if I had walked in on my own, would the outcome be any different? You need breeders, and I am equipped for that." Contessa looked down, thinking about his answer, and was ashamed because she knew she would have no choice but to use him as a breeder. She had more than herself to think about, and as their queen, just as Micah was responsible for his passengers, Contessa was responsible for the women, and to the preservation of the village. She spoke her thoughts aloud, and he nodded, because he had expected such a response, and he understood it as well. They both had a responsibility to others besides themselves, and they had to think about this responsibility and not their own wants. Then suddenly, the thought popped into his head. "Um, when you captured the man who was on the beach…what did you do with him?" After they had cleaned up and dressed, Contessa took him to a hut on the edge of the village. Two guards stood with spears outside the entrance, and Micah noticed with a trace of amusement that the girl who'd hit him with her spear was one of the guards. When she saw him, tears sprung to her eyes. She addressed the queen, bowing before her. "My Queen, if you will permit me, I would like to throw myself at the mercy of your breeder." Contessa stood to the side, a few steps away from Micah, and nodded to the girl. The guard carefully held her spear out to Micah. He looked at the spear, confused, and then to Contessa, seeking an answer. Contessa explained, "She wants you to strike her upon the back with her spear." Micah backed up a step, "No! I could never do that. I don't care how many times she hit me, even if she beat me to a pulp with it!" The guard sobbed, "Please, you must! It is what I deserve. My soul is tainted, my sleep filled with nightmares for my actions." She fell to her knees, sobbing, kissing his feet, begging. He stepped back, and then sank to his knees, gathering the girl into his arms. He soothed her gently while Contessa stood aside, a look nearing awe on her face. Micah rocked the girl back and forth, soothing her until, minutes later, her cries quieted. "Look at me," he whispered to the girl, and she raised her wet eyes to his, abject misery in her eyes, and he continued, "I've already forgiven you. Only when you repeat your actions is your soul tainted. Please, stand up." Still ashamed, the girl stood, and he hugged her tightly for a second. Then he handed her spear over to her, with a grateful look, the girl resumed her post, wiping her eyes. He looked over at Contessa, but she hadn't moved an inch. "If I've made you angry, I'm sorry. I was raised never to hit a woman, and I hold myself to those morals." Contessa shook her head, perplexed, "All the pain she caused you! You could barely move, the pain was so terrible, and you forgive her as if she merely bumped into you! And you hold her in your arms as if she is your own daughter!" Micah shrugged, "Again, I am sorry if this offends you, or goes against her punishment, but I cannot hold it against her. After all, I will live, so why hold a grudge?" "Incredible," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, "There is no way any of the men who raped our ancestors could have an inkling of the kindness that you seem to have in abundance." As they passed the girl on their way in, Contessa allowed, "Foolish girl, you should count yourself blessed that you did not strike a lesser man." Inside, as Micah's eyes adjusted to the light emitted by the candles in the hut, he stopped short. Shackled to a wall was the man who had disappeared from the beach. Upon seeing Micah, the man yanked fiercely at his chains, "You sick son of a whore! Get these fucking bitches to let me go, now, or so help me, if I get free, I'll give all of them what for!" Micah stepped closer to the man while he struggled in his shackles. From behind him, Contessa replied wryly, "I was going to have him put to death. He is of no use to us. We can't even force him to breed. In fact, I don't think he can even get an erection." "That would explain all his anger issues." The man, hearing their exchange, railed at his shackles, "You've joined their little coven, you back-stabbing bastard! You're supposed to be getting us off this island, and here you are, probably fucking all of them! I'll have your ass in jail when we get back! I'll make sure you get ass-fucked for the rest of your pathetic life!" Micah stepped forward, reached out and smacked the man backhanded, cutting him off. Then, calmly, he spoke, "Listen here, you pathetic excuse for a human being, all you've done since we've been here is rant and rave like a lunatic. You've shown no appreciation for the fact that you're alive and not at the bottom of the ocean, feeding the fishes. You're the most miserable passenger I've ever had the displeasure of knowing, but that will change. In fact, you'll begin your little transformation by apologizing for your poor use of language." Struck silent for a moment first by Micah's slap, and then his words, Jack Svenson could only lay there, his mouth opening and closing like a landed fish, for a few minutes, but his anger spoke volumes. Finding his voice again, he barely spoke above a whisper at first, "You son of a bitch! I'll have your nuts in a jar for that. You'd better kill me now, because if I get out of here, I'm gonna make you pay!" Micah turned to Contessa, "Would it be okay if you left me alone with him for a few minutes? I'd rather you didn't see this." She hesitated, searching his eyes for some hidden agenda, but upon seeing nothing but honesty, she nodded and retreated from the hut. When she was outside, Micah looked around at the various weapons on the wall, and also, with surprise at the array of implements displayed. It was a bit funny that they would store weapons and implements in the same hut. He picked up one of the implements and examined it. It had a simple phallic shape, and it was maybe six inches long and a couple inches around. Its design was simple, its purpose evident. He showed it to the man shackled to the table. "This was what they were using for practice. From what Contessa told me, it's been twenty years since the last man was used for breeding on the island, and they had to resort to this. Of course, in your case I guess this would be an upgrade from you, wouldn't it?" Without waiting for an answer he put the implement back on the wall and turned to the man, "The way you've been during this whole situation, if you were to vanish without a trace, I don't think many people would lift a finger against me. In fact, anybody who really knows you might even thank me for not bringing you back. Oh, I'm tempted to let them put you to death. It would be a weight off my back. Of all of my passengers, you are the one that is helping to ensure that we either remain here for the rest of our lives or end up dead. To them," he indicated the women beyond the hut, "Men are nothing but warmongers, violent, abusive, destructive beasts, good for nothing but sperm donors. To them, you are not even good for donating the sperm, and your continued existence is nothing but a waste of air. If you continue to rant and scream at them, or anyone, then they will kill you. If you refuse to serve some sort of purpose, they will kill you. And if you cause any of the other passengers to get killed, you won't have to worry about them killing you, because I will do it for them without a second thought." The man's murderous look and apparent unwillingness to heed Micah's advice frustrated Micah. He had said his piece, however, and could not make the man change his ignorant mind. He left the hut. Contessa waited for him outside, and when he emerged, she turned to the guards. "Check the unruly beast and make sure his shackles are tight." The guards hurried inside, and Contessa began to ask a question when one of the girls screamed. Micah looked at Contessa, worried, and rushed in. Contessa followed, reaching immediately to her left as she entered the hut. Micah glanced back and saw that she held a spear in her hand. Inside, one of the guards was standing against the wall, her eyes wide with horror. The other was being held captive by the man, her own spear used to keep her captive. The man shouted, "If any of you try anything funny, I'll have her breathing through the hole in her neck! Get these fucking shackles off me, now!" Micah was furious with the bastard, and his anger was only made worse by the fact that the guard he had captured was the same one that Micah had only minutes ago forgiven. Now the poor girl shook uncontrollably, terrified of the beast that held her at spear-point. Micah held his hands up and stepped forward slowly, "Alright, you stupid bastard, I'll undo your shackles. Just let the girl go." The man laughed bitterly, "You'll unshackle me, you moron, and I'll keep the stupid slut hostage until I can get out of here. Maybe I'll show her some…adult games she can play." The man's arm, the one around her neck, drifted down to squeeze the girl's budding breasts hard, making her whimper, her eyes on Micah, pleading silently for him to help her. "You stupid, filthy idiot, she's just a little girl," Micah grit his teeth. "She's plenty old enough," the man laughed, "I think she'd like it. Of course, it doesn't really matter if she does or not, does it?" Micah asked for the keys, looking back at Contessa. Contessa was bewildered, and the look she shot him was clear, ‘Do you really intend to free him?' Micah waited for her to hold her hand out to the other guard who still pressed back against the wall. The other guard slapped the key into Contessa's hand, and she handed it to Micah. He walked slowly towards the man with the key, a plan forming in his mind. He got close enough to reach out and unlock the shackles, and then said, "Here, catch it," and tossed the key to him. The man dropped the spear and began to reach out to catch the key, and Micah caught the spear before it hit the ground, whirled it around and struck the man in the temple with the blunt end of the spear. The man's head jerked to the opposite side, and his eyes rolled up into his head. As his grip on the girl slackened, she tore loose and fell to the ground, crawling away frantically toward Contessa, who grabbed her and brought her to her feet, holding her. Micah checked the man to make sure he was still alive, and then plucked the key up, tossing it to the other guard, who caught it absently, a look of utter surprise on her face. He carried the spear and brought it to the girl in Contessa's arms, shaking, her eyes almost glazed over in shock. Contessa took the spear, handed it to the other guard, and they all left the hut. Outside in the bright sun that filtered through the trees, Micah could hardly believe what all had transpired in there. Luckily, he had taken care of it before the man had gotten speared by Contessa, even though he probably deserved that and more. Contessa called to a few of the other guards, who came at a run. "Take Tess to her hut and make her lie down for a while. She's had quite a terrifying experience. Also, make sure that her shifts for the next few days are covered. She might need some time to recuperate." The guards walked Tess away, and Contessa turned to the other guard, "Go back over there and stand guard. Allow nobody inside, including yourself, no matter what you hear, and wait for Tess's replacement." When the guard complied, nodding and hurrying back to her post, Contessa stared at the ground for almost five minutes before lifting her head to look at Micah, "You should have let me kill the swine. He threatened to kill one of our girls." Micah sighed, "I still have a responsibility to my passengers, even that…snake-spawn in there," he jerked his head toward the hut, "And I dealt with the situation the best way I could." Contessa allowed, "Yes, you have, and have shown great loyalty and kindness to us. But you do know that I must have that man put to death for this. If I don't then the others will." Micah nodded slowly, "Yes, I understand. I suppose that any debate from me would be pointless?" "Most pointless…I must ask, though…will you be present when he is put to death?" Micah pondered her question for a moment, and then nodded, "Since I am responsible for his being here, I will bear witness to his death. For your own sake, I should probably be bound as I was upon my first night. If your village is not yet wondering about it, the sight of me walking around freely will have them wondering if you've developed an affection for me." Contessa agreed, "I see your point." She stared at him silently for a moment, and then asked, "Do you want to be free? I…if you really desire your freedom from all of us…I could turn the other way tonight." She sighed sadly, "I just cannot keep you here, not with the feelings I have for you." Micah blinked, alarmed, "You can't do that. If the others found out about it, they might put you to death." Contessa tilted her head slightly, "Perhaps they will, but my death would be dealt without such guilt as I have now." Micah's mind reeled. Was this woman actually willing to face death just so he could escape? "No," he shook his head, "If my freedom means your death, this just isn't acceptable. Escape with me. I can take you away from here, and we can begin a new life together." "I cannot do that. My life is here, and my responsibility is to my island. I am afraid that this is where I belong. But you, this isn't your burden. Please, consider my offer." Micah replied, "I already have, and I can't. Also, my passengers would be here still, and I can't abandon them." "Very well, then," Contessa lowered her head, miserable, "Um… You are to visit with two of our women today. Do not worry, these are not younger women. I will be arranging for one of the other men to visit them. Then you will dine with me this evening." Micah asked, pointing toward the hut where the swine inside was probably still knocked out, "What about him?" "He will be put to death tomorrow, before night." Micah was led to another hut, where he was introduced to a woman a little older than him, by about three years. Apparently, from her excitement, she had heard about Micah's performance from one of the other women, and she was undressing him eagerly once Contessa had left. As she saw the size of his manhood, even flaccid, she gaped openly. "They said you were endowed, but I thought they were exaggerating!" She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him while she exclaimed at his size as it grew. She had him undress her, and then she pressed her firm body against his, his engorged member pressed against her stomach. He had to ask, "Who were you talking to about me?" The woman grinned, "Katrina and Katherine. They told me that you aroused more feelings in them than we could ever get from our implements, and they insisted that I see for myself." Micah let her move her hands over his body, and then had her lie down, and he proceeded to cover her body with kisses, tweaking the caramel-colored nipples atop her generously proportioned breasts, inserting his fingers into her past-ready vagina, and she writhed under his fingers and mouth. She climaxed loudly, surprisingly vocal, and he was sure that others could hear them even from their own huts. The taste of her vagina was a little bitter, not as pleasant as Contessa, but he worked her towards a second climax, telling himself that he had a job to do, and he would make damn sure that it was done right. He thrust his tongue inside her for a minute, and then worked on her clitoris, which was swollen enough to be plainly visible. He captured it between his lips and flicked his tongue over it, causing her to buck against him, and then reach orgasm a second time, this one more vocal than the last. The Breeders Ch. 02 By the time he began to ease his erection into her, she was so wet that he managed to sink his entire length into her without a problem. He thrust into her, and she cried out, urging him on. Obliging, he pounded into her over and over, while she held on tightly under him, her legs pressed against his outer thighs, whispering in between moans for him to fill her up with his meat. As she climbed up into another climax, she wailed, her fingers clutching his shoulders, her hips lifting up hard into him. But he had ceased to see this woman, but instead imagined that it was Contessa that he was inside. His thrusts quickened, and the woman under him reached her fourth climax, shuddering, almost screaming affirmatives, and he blocked her noises out, hearing only Contessa, and that brought him to climax. He grunted, driving deep into her, prolonging her climax, and he shot his seed into her, more and more, until he was finally spent. She held him inside her, only allowing him to move when his erection had faded and slipped from between her legs. Then, surprising him, the woman bent down and took his soaked, withering member in her mouth, sucking their juices from it before releasing it. "Do not tell, but I had to try that. I have tasted women before, but never a man. Maybe sometime soon, I will see you again." After dressing and leaving the woman's hut, he was led by two smirking guards to another hut. Before he entered the hut, one of the guards, a girl no older than sixteen, whispered to him, "That was quite a performance. I hope that one day you'll be able to visit with me. I'd love to have that monstrous thing in me." Micah smiled politely, "Keep your schedule open. One day, you just might." ‘But not for another eight or nine years, at least,' he thought to himself. The guard squealed in delight to the other as he entered. The woman he found had to be in her forties, already nude, waiting for him. Her hair was worn shorter than the others he'd seen before, almost shoulder-length. "Come here," the woman demanded, and he obeyed. Standing before her as she sat on the edge of her bed, she jerked his pants down and grasped his still tired member in her hand. "Quite an impressive specimen, are you not? You smell as if you have just been with another woman." Micah nodded, and the older woman grinned, "That must have been the screaming I heard only moments ago. No matter, you will have plenty of time to have me ready for you. Here," she handed him an implement, "plant this up in me. I love these things! I use it at least four times a day, whenever I have any free time. It will be nice to have the real thing again, though. My last time was when I was twenty-two." Micah knelt between her open legs, and began rubbing the wooden implement on her larger, inner lips, up and down, getting her juices flowing. "Do not play around, get the damned thing inside me! I want to be all ready when you finally have me." He began pushing the phallus inside her, and was soon twisting it around in her as he plunged it in, heeding her instructions, and about three minutes later, he was rewarded with her climax. Her juices literally dripped from the implement and over his hand. "Okay," she rolled onto her stomach, "Now put it in the other one." "The other one?" he asked. "Yes, the other one! I like being filled in more than one place. Now do it before the thing dries off." Micah pressed it against the woman's anus and began pushing it in slowly. She gasped as it entered, and then he had the entire phallus inside her. "Are you ready, yet?" she asked. He was, almost, so he rubbed himself until he was. "I'm ready." The woman rolled back over onto her back and drew her legs to her chest, "Great, now plow me. Don't forget my implement; keep it going as well." He reached down and guided himself into her waiting entrance, finding it easier than the woman before her. He thrust into her completely, giving her no time to acclimate to him. She hissed in slight pain, and then insisted, "I said plow me." Micah did as he was told, also jamming the implement into her anus over and over. She was gushing her juices all over herself in minutes, reaching climax after climax, urging him on with nastier language than he had heard since before he'd been on this island. He turned her onto her side and continued to ram his entire length into the woman with less mercy than he'd shown before, and could handle the implement easier. He established a steady rhythm, withdrawing the implement as he thrust himself into her, and she was going wild, her words and cries becoming unintelligible squeals and groans. For almost twenty minutes he kept up this pace, and once again he had to imagine that he was with Contessa, and not with this woman before he could spew his stuff into her. He removed both the implement and his member when she had stopped and caught her breath. To his surprise, she sat up quickly and sucked his member into her mouth, licking up all her juice and the remnants of his seed, even lapping greedily at his testicles for a full minute before letting go. Two women in one day had done this, he realized. It must be the older women. None of the younger ones had even thought of it, or were too afraid to try it. He dressed without a word, and the woman went to wash her implement. As he exited the hut, the two smirking guards led him to Contessa's hut, and her servants washed him clean, sneaking little feels to his genitals while they did so. One of the servants cleared her throat and instructed him that he was to rest for a while, and they both left him at Contessa's bed.