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.