Mare's Tales

by:Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 32

Originally Margaret’s agent was a very quiet girl; she had been carefully monitoring the whole cult to establish the best chances of escape. By carefully listening and watching she had established that Debbie’s status had dropped some. The cult power brokers had established what my sperm could do, -if and when I finally produced a sample.

One day she got me alone in large common room where the surveillance was nil and she made a crude pass at me. Naturally I failed to respond so she suggested that my balls must have been 'zapped'

The very word ‘zapped’ caused me to look long and hard. Her reactions strengthened my suspicions but I still couldn’t be completely sure. I let the remark ride. If it was a pure coincidence then I hadn’t given anything away but if she really were from the ‘outside’ then she would know when to wait for a suitable opportunity. Everybody in the cult knew I was watched more than any others and she would know that I was being ultra cautious. No more was said that morning.

That afternoon I spied Debbie playing with Trixie in the dining hall. I hadn’t seen my child since the plane journey. The campus was a big place and Debbie still had her special private quarters despite her fall in status. I attempted to enter the dining hall but my chain was blocked at the door. This puzzled me for it was normally available to me. I called to Debbie to bring Trixie over but she simply looked at me through tear-stained eyes and left through another door to a part of the campus that had always been out of bounds to me. Disappointed at being denied a chance to see my daughter I shrugged my shoulders and shuffled dejectedly away. I missed Trixie.

I hadn’t gone far however when Debbie suddenly ambushed me in another corridor. She hadn’t got Trixie with her and I deduced that I was obviously not allowed to see my daughter. I couldn’t think why, but I supposed it was because they thought the three of us together were a security risk.

"Hello Bev."

I looked up startled.

"Oh! Hello Debbie," I replied disinterestedly, "how’s Trixie."

A cloud crossed her face and tears came to her eyes. The tears told me what I wanted to hear. If Debbie was unhappy then her status as 'Queen-bee’ must have been affected. This was the event I had been waiting for. She wanted my help in some way. Now was the time for me to consider my options.

"What's the matter?" I asked feigning concern.

"Oh Bev," She sobbed, "Is there any way that you'll give me another baby?"

"Sorry love." I sighed. "You brought me into this mess so you'll have to get me out. There's no way I can get horny enough to ejaculate and make you pregnant when I’m going in fear of my life."

"But I've told you before. We're not going to harm you. Why should you fear for your life?"

"For the same reasons as you've been knocked off your perch." I responded.

"What d’you mean by that?" She demanded ashen faced.

"Well Debbie if you haven’t realised that your part in my capture was simply a sprat to catch a mackerel then you must be thicker than I thought."

 

Debbie stared at me as the feint light of realisation dawned in her eyes.

"You mean. -"

"Yes!" I snapped angrily as I glanced around to check for surveillance. "You were cleverly persuaded to join this cult when they realised that even you would put two and two together about Trixie and me."

"But- but that's impossible. How could they have known before me?"

"Look at the bloody photos in the press you dumb broad." I swore. "Trixie’s begun to resemble me from about three onwards she’s now nearly five. How long have you been a member of the cult?"

The simple mathematics eventually ground its way through Debbie’s tortured brain. She stared dumbly at the floor as her brain finally wrapped itself around the realisation that she was not going to be the queen of some all-powerful organisation. She had already been ousted from her exalted position as the cult tried to work out how to access my sperm. I could only speculate about the treatment that she and Trixie had received at the hands of the cult but it was obvious that she had 'fallen from grace'. Her eating in the common dining hall had demonstrated that and her tears reinforced it. She turned to me and whispered.

"If you could get me pregnant again, I could become queen bee again then I could get you me and Trixie out of here."

"Sorry Debbie. It's a non-starter. If you could get me out of here then I would be able to get horny again and make you pregnant after our escape. There’s no way I can get horny and produce sperm in here."

This was a bit of a lie. If the cults surgeon finally got up the courage to do some exploratory surgery he might find my chip. The chances of his being able to do the necessary microsurgery were probably nil however and it was unlikely that he would dare to invade the only known source of sperm on the plane. The risks were too impossible. It was only a matter of time though before they arrived at some technique for extracting sperm. Time was what I was running out of.

I pulled Debbie’s tear stained face to mine and kissed her as I whispered.

"Help me escape and then I'll be able to solve all your problems."

Her tears dried up as the selfish gleam lit her eyes again.

"O.K. Bev. And Trixie as well."

Her naiveté made me feel a little guilty. I would have to use every trick in the book and using her privileges was only one of them. When the time came I would help her escape if I could, but my own freedom was paramount. I gave her one last cuddle and we parted, she to her apartments and me to the large common room.

I had to find that girl who’d mentioned 'zapped'; but I had to temper my urgency with caution.

I casually joined my ‘group’ of bondage friends and followed them. It would not be seemly to appear to be looking for someone in particular. One tryst per day was more than enough. The surveillance team might get suspicious. I glanced over my shoulder as the bondage group shambled into the refectory. I could have sworn that a camera was following me.

'Come on Bev.' I thought to myself. 'You're getting paranoid.'

 

 

I needn’t have worried though. Margaret’s agent was an expert at her job and had immediately realised that I was doubly wary. She had studiously avoided me for the next few days to avert any suspicion. It would have never done for a 'new-girl’ to show so much interest in me anyway. Our caution had been mutual and consequently our paths had crossed but rarely.

"We met by ‘accident’ in the refectory. Because I was 'bonded' to my group, our actions had been clumsy and the girl had accidentally ‘bumped’ into me in the queue.

"Oh Damn. I’m sorry." She apologised.

I smiled to calm her fears.

"No harm done dear. But you shouldn’t zap about like that when carrying a tray full of food.

She caught my eye and motioned me to the floor to help her clear up. As we wiped up the mess she carefully reached out under my crotch and pointed under the counter.

"Just a few chips under here."

Her hand ‘casually’ brushed my tummy and realised what ‘chip’ she was referring to. She was definitely my man. I looked straight into her face and she lowered her eyelids. Contact had been made; Margaret had made her first move.

She casually followed my group to the table and sat opposite me. It was a table near the middle of the hall where all our activities were overt. I was always under surveillance so any actions that appeared furtive would immediately attract attention. Anyway the 'cunny-chains' of my group ensured that we had to select an open table near the middle with 'slave-slots’ in the seats. They were the only seats we could use.

Even so I noticed a few sharp-eyed cult leaders noticing my casual conversation with the 'new girl’ opposite. My contact had noticed the attention and gaily bantered and giggled as we discussed my strange compulsory bondage.

"What's you name?" I asked casually.

"Oh, just call me Libby." That's how they know me around here.

"So what’s all the interest in my crotch bolt and cunny chain?"

"What does it feel like?"

"Very vulnerable." I confessed. "I suppose you've seen my bum."

"Who hasn’t?" She chuckled lightly.

I shrugged philosophically. Even if I objected to my exposure, there was nothing going to be done about it. I was chained to the tracks no matter where I went.

The bondage slave chained next to me was laughing loudly with her friend next but one and the seat on my other side was empty. I had been the last of the 'coffle' to sit down. I took the opportunity whilst the conversation was at its noisiest and mouthed a soft whisper.

"So why Libby?" I whispered.

"Good a name as any. It's my code name to Margaret and the others."

"Are you in touch with them?"

"You bet. My zapper and microchip have a special device. They are poised and waiting outside."

 

 I glanced around casually whilst pretending to laugh. Nobody seemed to be listening or watching. The noise my slave colleague was making would have drowned out a pneumatic drill. It would have been impossible to eavesdrop with even the most sophisticated equipment. To avoid suspicion we changed the subject as Libby teased me some more about my u-bolt. As our coffle finished our meal, the ‘leader’ decided it was time for all of us to get up. Libby left me with the words.

"You must admit though Bev, it really is the most interesting 'body-jewellery’ that you or I have ever heard of."

I pulled a face as the coffle moved away and Libby sat quietly drinking her coffee and giggling. I was not to see her again for two weeks.

Her absence left me worried. I had come to rely on her support and humour and I was more than glad when she re-appeared on the campus. When I saw her I gave a wave and a smile. She smiled back and carried on walking down the corridor. I was disturbed by her standoffishness and stood disappointed as I watched her disappear around the corner. I was about to chase after her when she reappeared and walked gracefully towards me. 'Too gracefully' I thought.

Suddenly I realised that Libby had been 'u-bolted'. Her swaying teetering gait became obviously apparent as she approached slowly. She smiled and stopped before me.

"Good God! Libby. What on earth have they done to you?" I squeaked.

Libby's smile changed to a concerned frown.

"Let's go to the refectory and I'll explain."

"O.K."

I stepped to go forward but Libby gently grasped my arm and turned me around.

"It's that way." I pointed.

"Not any more it isn’t; at least, not for me. Go this way."

She turned me around and gently motioned me to go the way she was pointing.

"But that's the way to the refectory." I protested.

"No. I have to go this way. I'll explain later."

Puzzled, I turned and teetered down the corridor. We came to a junction and Libby ordered me to stop. I paused and looked at her. She bent down and twiddled with the bracket connecting her slave cunny chain to the slot in the floor.

"What's wrong with it. Is it stuck?"

"No. I'll explain in a minute."

She then turned and backtracked the way we had come. I shook my head and smiled as I followed her along the slave slot. It was nice to watch her exposed derriere as we filed along the corridor.

"Oh do get a move on Libby. The food'll be cold by the time we get there."

"It's as fast as I can go. Listen."

She tried to walk faster and her slave bracket suddenly started to click noisily. The slave chain tightened and extended from under her bum and between the split in her skirt. I could see that Libby was tugging hard with her hips but the bracket refused to go any faster. The muscles in her calves bulged but not a fraction did her speed increase. She panted as she turned to speak.

 

"It's the slave bracket. Under the floor in the slot it’s got a speed restricter and ratchet. I can only go so fast and I can only go one way. If I want to turn around I have to go to the nearest switch points and turn the switch."

"Fuck!" I cursed. "Are we all going to be fitted with those?"

"I don't know. It's a bugger of nuisance though."

"I thought you had to choose to become 'slaves'?"

"We do." She replied. "But this is the new device. It's designed to make slaves a lot more circumspect and cautious before they choose a route."

"I should bloody well co-co!" I scoffed. "What happens when you meet?"

The idea of two such slaves meeting on a single track and neither being able to reverse amused me.

"We have to wait until a leader comes with a key. It can take hours sometimes."

"What! It's happened all ready?"

"Yes. There are about a dozen of us now."

We had reached the refectory by now and were selecting our food from the counter. After we had chosen our seats we resumed chatting.

"Hell! Libby. You must be dedicated to do this to yourself."

Libby smiled self-consciously and wiggled her bottom. Her u-bolt scrapped against the seat and her cunny chain rattled.

"Well to tell the truth Bev, I’m a little bit into bondage anyway; all those years at Miss Green's you know."

She let the last bit hang.

I understood her implication and smiled. 'Each to their own', I thought.

"But doesn’t it restrict you plans."

"No. It creates a false impression. They don't suspect me of anything when they think they have this much control."

I glanced around casually and realised that nobody was watching us. Even the camera was pointing away. Libby had a point. I started into my meal before it got cold and Libby did likewise. We ate in silence.

"Hey up! Here comes Debbie." Warned Libby.

I looked up to see Debbie and Trixie approaching our table. Trixie spotted me and scampered ahead of her mother to clamber up beside me.

"Hello Debs. I thought Trixie wasn’t allowed to see me?"

Debbie placed her tray on the table next to Libby and sat facing me. She spoke as she set out her cutlery.

"I managed to convince them that I might be able to get myself pregnant by you if we are left alone together. I described our last time together and embellished it somewhat. They seemed to swallow it and we are to have more time together. I also managed to convince them that their treatment is far too daunting for you and you are still frightened for your life. They’ve agreed to let us sleep together."

 

"It might surprise you Debs, but I am in fear of my life."

Debbie shrugged her shoulders dismissively and picked at her meal as I continued.

"What about my cunny bolt."

"I'm afraid that has to stay. Why, don’t you like it?"

"This girl might, but I don't." I indicated Libby.

Debbie grinned as I tried to wriggle my hips. The crotch bolt clunked against the heavy timber seat and my chain clinked but I had little room to manoeuvre. Unless I stood up I could not even turn around properly with the bolt stuck in the slot. Suddenly I felt Libby's stockinged toe probing gently under my skirt and twiddling my limp penis. I frowned at her and she stopped. Debbie caught the interplay and looked at us suspiciously. Neither Libby nor I trusted Debbie. It was not that she would betray us deliberately but she was too self-centred by far.

I could read Libby’s mind. She was thinking how we could use Debbie when push came to shove. I would have to put Libby right on that on. For all Debbie's faults I still owed her one. There was also my daughter Trixie to think about. No child should be brought up in a cult. I still wasn’t sure whose side Debbie was on but the newly returned privileges were bound to come in useful.

The whole issue of escape had now become more daunting. There would be four people to get out, Debbie, Trixie, Libby and Myself.

The first result of my new found freedom was the ability to go where I chose. My cunny chain no longer pulled me up short as I ventured down strange corridors and opened strange doors.

The first time I was led teetering and wobbling to Debbie’s 'queen-bee’ chamber I recognised some familiar landmarks. I realised I was near my old original cell. Libby had casually accompanied us and Debbie had raised no suspicions to our apparent newfound friendship. She had even waited patiently and smiled when Libby’s bracket had clicked out its warning as she struggled to keep up. So confidant was Debbie in her newly recovered status that she treated Libby as a mere minion not worthy of any serious attention.

Within a few days, Libby had become an unofficial nanny for Trixie as Debbie tried every trick to try and get me horny. This new job gave Libby the freedom she needed. Whilst 'playing' 'hunt the thimble' with Trixie one day she managed to enter my old cell. Once inside, she had surreptitiously extracted her own zapper from her cunny.

Libby's zapper was a miracle of electronics. She swept the cell for any bugs or electronic devices before finally locating the desperately weak tracer signal on my hidden zapper. After my long weeks of incarceration my faithful zapper’s batteries were almost dead. Libby had found it just in time. With extreme care she slid the two zappers up her cunny and continued playing hunt the thimble with Trixie to avoid suspicion. She only gave up when lunch was sounded through the campus.

With Trixie in tow she entered Debbie’s apartments and found the pair of us in an intimate embrace.

"Oops! Sorry Girls. Lunch is ready."

She turned to lead Trixie outside as Debbie squeaked with surprise and rushed into the bathroom. I looked up and Libby mouthed- ‘I’ve found the zapper and this place is not bugged'.

 

I grinned my understanding. At last we had a safe base to work from. Libby took Trixie to the refectory as I contemplated getting dressed. Debbie returned giggling from the bathroom and jumped back into the bed.

"Is it safe to talk in here?" I asked her, testing her honesty.

"I think so. I don't know of any surveillance stuff in here and they said we would be undisturbed."

"Come on then. We’d better go and have lunch."

"Oh come on," begged Debbie, "just one more try."

"Later." I promised. "Do you still want to get out of here?"

"If it means having your baby; yes."

"Well you know the set-up better than most. How would you try to escape?"

"Oh, I can come and go as I please." She bragged. "The problem is getting you out lover."

"O.K. We'll talk after lunch. Come on."

I teetered along the corridor to catch up with Libby who was making her usual delicately slow progress. Trixie was teasing her and Libby was unable to act upon it. Her cunny chain simply precluded any pursuit of her wayward ward. As we caught them up Debbie scolded her daughter and we entered the refectory properly composed.

After Lunch we resumed our discussions. I finally recognised three options but they all depended upon outside assistance. I kept Debbie ignorant of any outside involvement as a precaution. I had few enough trump cards as it was. The following day I had a tactics talk with Libby. She was able to leave the campus when going on the streets looking for converts and collecting money. She had bought some new batteries for my zapper. It was now fully functional and safely ensconced inside my pussey again.

Libby had inveigled her way onto one of the shopping teams that purchased food and supplies. Through this vehicle, she had established contact with Margaret who was now staying in the local city. A couple of days later she confirmed her contacts by presenting me with a small glass phial and a hypodermic.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"It's some sort of viral thing, a sort of genetic engineering germ. Margaret told me you’d know what to do with it. I haven't a clue what it's for. She simply said that the effects are permanent and it's to do with what you were working on before your capture. She says they've solved the problems and this injection is the business. Does that make sense? She added concernedly.

I smiled inwardly as I realised what the vaccination was for. Margaret, Jacky, Jenny and Cye had managed to perfect the virus. All the genetic mutations we had strived for had been spliced together onto one virus. After I had vaccinated myself, my sperm would be permanently modified. I gave a little shiver of anticipation for I had no idea what the effects would be short term.

"Yes, it makes perfect sense Libby." I smiled. "Watch the door while I do this."

Libby covered the door whilst I slipped into the bathroom and opened the sterile package. Within moments I had injected myself and the deed was done. I gave a nervous shiver and returned to the room.

"Can you dispose of these Libby?"

 

She nodded and slowly plodded down the corridor to destroy the evidence. I lay down on the bed to await events. There were bound to be side effects.

One does not virtually alter one's genetic metabolism without some reaction. Mine wasn’t long coming. Within an hour I was feeling nauseous and running a high fever. I lay sweating and shivering on the bed when Debbie found she and me immediately called for the doctors. They took my temperature and immediately transferred me to their infirmary. There for the first time I was free of my cunny chain. The first part of our design had gone to plan. I had my zapper, I had genetically altered my sperm production and I was free of the chain. Things were looking up. The immediate problem was my fever. Libby attended to me to ensure my ramblings were not overheard as I lay in a fevered coma for several days. Eventually I recovered consciousness and I was sitting up within the week.

Our next phase was to get a sample of my sperm to Jacky and Margaret so they could test the effects of the virus. For this I had to employ Libby’s services. With my zapper now fully functional I slipped into the bathroom attached to my hospital room and locked the door. Once inside, Libby stood guard like a naughty schoolgirl.

Urgently, with a frustration born of months of celibacy I exploded into a spectacular orgasm. I pumped sperm all over the neck of the phial I was trying to collect it in and the thick warm liquid covered my trembling hands as my hips jerked uncontrollably. The mess was all over the floor but I held up the little sample phial victoriously. There was more than enough for Jacky and Margaret to work on.

My grunts and moans of ecstasy had attracted the nurses and they demanded to be let in to the bathroom. I heard them remonstrating with Libby and eventually heard the passkey being turned in the lock. Fortunately, by the time they had entered, I had cleared away the mess and was simply sitting on the toilet pan looking for the entire world like a sick patient.

"Are you all right?" Demanded the matron.

"Yes. I've just been sick down the can and I feel a bit rough."

"Well call one of us in future, that’s what we're here for."

"O.K. I'm feeling better now. I'll just go and lie down again."

The nurses helped me up and guided me to the bed. There I lay back feigning a relapse. I caught a sly smile playing around Libby's lips and nodded in the direction of my cunny. The phial was hidden up my cunny with my zapper she could recover it later. The nurses continued fussing for a while and gave me some medicine. The matron scolded me again for not calling them sooner and I pretended to be contrite about my misbehaviour. Once they had left again Libby grinned widely as I slipped the phial into her eager hands.

"Well, it still works."

"Glad to hear it." Tittered Libby

The sample was with Jacky and Margaret the following day and Libby had the news that the vaccine had been successful within the week. Part two of the plan had been successful. The vaccine had even retroactively affected sperm produced prior to vaccination.

 

 

The next phase was to screw Debbie. I would wait a few weeks with my zapper ‘off’ until I was sure there was no 'old sperm’ lying about in my tubes then I would activate the zapper and give Debbie a bit of pleasure. I couldn’t tell Libby about our plan for the 'femi-men’ so I pretended that I was waiting for Margaret to develop our escape plan.

To keep Debbie co-operative, I programmed an occasional erection and this sent her into ecstasy. It was also a test to ascertain whether she was reporting back to the cult. There was no reaction from the cult so Libby and I prepared for the breakout.

On the day of our escape attempt I finally orgasmed for Debbie’s benefit. She let out a suppressed squeak of delighted surprise as the sticky liquid flooded over her cunny lips and stained the sheet. I simply moaned with apparent surprise as I rolled over and feigned exhaustion.

"You've done it!" She squealed uncontrollably. "You've done it. Look!"

"Shh! Quiet you fool." I whispered hoarsely. "They'll bloody hear you."

"But you've done it!" She persisted excitedly. "Look! Look. It's all over my cunny lips.

"O.K! O.K!" I cautioned her. "Don't get so bloody excited. You've still got to get it into your cunny. Look, it's bloody dribbling down your cunny lips into your arse.

Catch some of it and push it up your pussy."

"Will that be enough?" She asked.

"One is enough." I warned her. "Provided it gets to a fertile egg."

"Damn. I’m not ovulating at the moment."

"Well. We can keep trying until you are. Come on. We’d better get this sheet off the bed before someone sees the stain."

She studied the tell-tail smear and giggled.

"What some people would pay for this."

"Yeah. Well there’s plenty more where that came from. The trouble is we have to get out of here to make it available. This bloody cult is only after it for its own ends. How would you like a world ruled by this lot?"

She paused thoughtfully. Her eyes had been opened by the behaviour of the cult towards her. Her fortunes had suffered a roller-coaster ride at the hands of the leaders and she resented her treatment under their control. I had finally gotten Debbie’s selfish nature to work in my favour.

"Think how you’d be treated once they got plenty of this stuff and you are no longer 'queen-bee'.

Her happy mood evaporated and she frowned thoughtfully.

"So how do we escape?" She asked.

"It's planned for tonight. Libby is the driver of the shopping van. It will be under the window after it’s dark. She's picking up some new recruits at the airport so she’ll drop us off in the city where we can make good our escape.

"How am I to get into the van?"

"You won't. You're going to have to make your own way on your own."

"But what about our daughter?"

"She's going to have to come with me in the van."

"She'll be frightened."

"She'll enjoy it. Kids of her age enjoy a good ride."

"How are you going to get into the van?" Demanded Debbie.

"Never you mind. The less you know the less you can tell if things go wrong."

She pulled a face at my excluding her from our plans but we still didn’t trust her implicitly. The less she knew the less she could give away. She sulked as we changed the sheets on the bed and tipped them down the laundry chute. We then took some new sheets from the closet and she spread herself invitingly on the bed.

"Not now love. I don't think I could manage it again tonight."

"Aahh. Poor diddums getting old are we."

"No dear." I cut her sharply. "I'm a bit tense about tonight."

She slid off the bed and peered into the gathering dusk. Her windows overlooked the courtyard and there was only one gate between her and freedom. A small turret provided her with a beautiful lantern room with windows looking from East through South and West almost to Northwest. Some ivy was growing up the wall in the notch where the turret attached to the gable and it provided a perfect shadow. Libby and I had studied it a few times without attracting attention. With a dark rope and clothing we could descend to the parked van in a matter of seconds. The niche where the ivy grew was not even overlooked by the gate. With the van parked close we could be inside the Van in seconds.

During the last visit to the city whilst the others were shopping, Libby had visited Margaret on the pretext of getting a few body repairs and a service. They had craftily incorporated a false compartment under the body between the chassis members. The whole thing had been prefabricated and its installation had been but a few hours work. As I stood in the lantern window Libby entered the room with a length of rope under her anorak. She had Trixie with her and it was obvious she had to be going soon.

I looked hard at Debbie and raised my eyebrows. She frowned and put her clothes on as she spoke.

"O.K! I know when I'm not wanted."

"It's best this way. Meet you at the agreed place."

Libby accompanied her to the car below and we both watched her depart for town. The guards recognised her and the car so there was no check. The car didn’t even slowly down. It was now our turn.

Libby was hidden from view as she stood between the turret and the van close to the ivy growing up the niche. In her dark anorak she was all but invisible.

I had two things left to do. The first was to secure Trixie, my daughter in a loop and lower her down the ivy. With the lights out in Debbie’s apartments the turret windows were dark and blank. It would have taken some sharp eyes to spot the camouflaged little bundle sliding down the recess amidst the ivy. I peered through the gloom as Libby grasped the precious load and bundled her quickly into the van.

I had one thing left to do. Quickly I adjusted my zapper and enacted a quick brief orgasm in my loins. It was hardly even enjoyable as I deftly scraped the semen from my crotch and fingered it into a small sample bottle. A quick note completed my task and I slipped into a dark green cat-suite. It was the only suitable garment available but it was almost ideal for agility and camouflage. With a practised ease from aerobics classes I slipped out of the little window and down the rope.

The only sound was a slight tinkle from my crotch bolt and ring where it stuck out ludely through the tiny aperture in my cat-suite gusset. A grinning Libby caught me as I dropped the last couple of feet.

"Quick! Get in the back and lift the canvas roll. The panel is underneath it." She whispered.

I needed no second prompting. The van doors closed with a soft click and Trixie and I were snuggled up snug as two bugs in a rug before Libby had even got the engine running. I heard the tyres crunch noisily on the gravel then the engine slow down as we approached the gate. Gently I kissed my little daughter to stop her making a sound as we heard the guards stamping about in the van. There was a few muffled words then the doors clicked shut and I heard the van start again. I waited a few moments until the van was on hard road and running at normal speed then I prepared to unfasten the panel from below.

We could then sit comfortably on the canvas roll. For the hours drive to town. Just as I was about to lift the panel up when the van gave a violent lurch and a voice cursed the driver.

"Christ! Go easy Libby. You nearly broke my bloody back."

I froze and hugged Trixie close to me. There were others belonging to the cult and they had hitched a lift to town. Trixie sensed my shock as I tensed with fear. She let out a little whimper, which I stifled desperately with a kiss.

"Did you hear something then?" Cursed another voice in the van.

"No." Answered the first.

I lay frozen with fear as I whispered in Trixie's ear to be still. She tried to wriggle free but I clasped her to me like a demon possessed. She squirmed some more and managed to get her mouth free. I nearly wet myself with fear as I anticipated the expected cry. It didn’t come however, Trixie seemed more interested in getting herself comfortable in my arms. Gratefully I relaxed my grip on her and she burrowed under my anorak. I was more than content to let her bury her head in there. Anything was better than a crying whimpering giveaway.

I lay back and relaxed as my daughter pawed at the cat-suite under the anorak. For several seconds I didn’t realise what she was trying to do until she tried to dig her fingers into my breasts. I almost squeaked myself with pain and surprise. She was trying to get at my breasts to suckle. For a second I was shocked. Trixie was far too old to be at the breast, she was nearly four.

"What d'you want darling?" I whispered.

For an answer she pawed at my breasts and took a breath. I anticipated her voice and quickly covered her reply with a kiss. Her hands persisted and I realised I was going to have a crying little baby if I didn’t do something quickly. In the cramped quarters of the hidey-hole I struggled to get my anorak off and to pull the crewneck of my cat-suite down to my waist. Trixie felt my bare shoulders and needed no extra encouragement she knew exactly how to unclip a bra and her eager little fingers soon had my breasts out of their cups. Within seconds a greedy pair of lips were attached to my nipple.

It was a useless exercise and I was sorry to disappoint her but no milk was forthcoming. She tried the other one but found the same famine, nevertheless she continued sucking on my soft cherry red tips just for the comfort and security. It was a little bit painful for me at first but my nipples soon adjusted to the long forgotten sensations.

 

 

I felt a little bit embarrassed but it kept her quiet and for that I was thankful. The problem was I was getting horny from the attention and my cock became stiff. I realised that I hadn’t switched off my zapper when I'd produced the sample before leaving.

Silently, I cursed myself. I couldn’t get at my zapper for it was buried deep up my pussy and the cat-suite denied me access in the cramped space of the hidey-hole. I needed to part my legs wide to extract the zapper and the confinement of the hidey-hole denied this. I wriggled uncomfortably as my cock stiffened and struggled to get free. Trixie determinedly held on to my nipple with her teeth and I nearly shouted out with pain. I was going to have few words with this little madam when we got out.

For the best part of an hour Trixie demanded my breasts and it was all I could do to make her swap nipples frequently to ease the discomfort. Eventually the van stopped and I heard the two cult members get out. The van started again and drove for a while. Five minutes later there was a knock on the panel of the hidey-hole. It was Libby.

"You can come out now."

Gratefully I freed the catches and lifted the lid. Trixie was still determinedly attached to my bare breasts. Libby smiled and grinned.

"Well, well, well. What's going on here then?"

"It was the only way I could keep her quiet"

"A likely story."

She reached out and Trixie studied her for a few moments before relinquishing my treasures. Gratefully I rubbed my nipples and eased them tenderly back into my bra. In the weak light of the van, Libby couldn’t see how inflamed they were.

I peered out as my eyes accustomed themselves to the bright lights outside. I spotted some familiar shapes coming towards me and I cried with relief. The sound of hooves clip-clopping over the pavestones was the most wonderful thing I had ever heard. We had made it at last. I was free!

 

 

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