Island Retreat Part 6

A pleasant hum ran through Marla’s body. Seeing the slack look on James’s face and the knowledge of what he was becoming had her body alight. She was lost in the sight of him, more and more of his humanity draining while his mind warped and twisted, becoming so much simpler than before.

The flashing images ceased their strobing and the latex nurses removed the headphones from James’s ears. He did not move. He waited to be led, just like any simple beast. When the restraints were loosened and he was guided out of the angled chair, James fell to his hands and knees. Before he was moved again, one of the red-and-white-coated dolls wrapped a thick black leather collar around his neck and buckled it around his throat. He did not move or protest. The final touch was a long leather leash. The end of it was clipped to the collar around James’s neck. The nurse then handed the looping handle to Carmen.

“To her,” she instructed, and Marla was given the leash.

Carmen trailed Marla and James as they moved through the house. Her stride was easy and confident while James hurried to keep up, moving fast on his hands and knees. When he fell behind, Marla tugged roughly on the leash to pull him along. There was a hall that led o the kitchen and then to the outdoors, and it was this they took. This path would take them closest to the barn. As soon as Marla steppe outside, she could hear the sounds of the cows in the nearby barn. James also perked at the sound, grunting and aiming his crawl toward the barn.

Inside, the mechanical sounds of the milking machines disrupted the silence. James strained on the leash, eager to explore the stalls where the goes were placed, their heads forward, eyes glassy, while the conical tubes sucked milk from their swollen udders. The barn was lit from above by windows allowing sunlight in, falling in angled shafts into the hay-strewn barn. A few big-eyed hucows followed James through the center of the barn to a station at the end, near the double-doors that opened into the field.

“Come,” Marla urged with another tug of the leash. James replied with his now-eponymous grunt, though this was more frustrated than the others. Marla, too, could smell the scent of the cow’s cunts and their desire for the new bull.

“A final touch?” Carmen asked.

“Oh yes. A couple more things to complete the look of my bull. Doll,” she called.

One of the latex creatures was cleaning a stall while two more attended the milkers and the resulting tall cans of milk that would need to be sealed and stored. The doll cleaning ceased its work and came close.

“Our bull will need to be giving his coloring. A dark brown please.’

The doll gave no sign of assent, but took the leash and led the bull to a special stall, one where the wrists and ankles could be restrained. The doll fixed cuffs on James’s wrists and calves. The sides were lined with a series of silver cannisters and a spray with a fine nozzle. When the doll tested it against the ground, a mist of dark brown paint coated the earth. While James sat placidly in his restraints, the doll began coating him with the air brush, giving his flesh a dark brown color. While the doll darkened his skin, Marla took the pleasure in removing a brass ring from a nearby shelf, a decoration she brought with her for just this occasion.

“You are thorough, I’ll give you that,” Carmen said with her Spanish lilt.

Marla took a piercing gun and bent to James. He looked at the gun and Marla without awareness. She might as well have shown him a rock for all he understood now. That realization, too, turned her center wet and desirous.

“A bull deserves to look the part,” she said.

James’s body jerked as the stud fired, cleanly piercing his septum. Marla carefully threaded the brass hoop through the hole in his pierced nose until the ring hung from his septum. Once the initial pain passed and James’s face contorted with the new weight, his face returned to its docile state.

Carmen and Marla passed the remained of the time with acre and feeding of the cows. Yes, some liked nipple piercing, but that would be removed before being returned to their lives. Yes, the process would create lactating breasts, but the hormones in the food would be eliminated a week before return to the mainland so that their milk would dry and their breasts would shrink back to normal proportions. The dolls would follow the schedule Marla set and so it was important she chart the comings and goings of the guests. Same for the ponies and statues, but the cows were special in that their bodies were the most altered in the process of fulfilling their fantasies.

When the aesthetic changes were complete, the doll stood at attention and waited to be dismissed so it could return to cleaning. Carmen did so with a wave.

“He is impressive,” Carmen admitted.

“Let’s see if he’s useful, too.”

With James’s restraints released, Marla removed him from the stall and led him behind the row of stalls where the milking was done. James crawled behind, pausing intermittently to sniff the air. The musk of the cow’s arousal was thick in the air. It was easy to feel the lust in the room. It floated around like a mist.

“Go on,” Marla said, nodding to a stall door she opened. Within, one of the cows sat nearly motionless, her body twitching with pleasure when the milkers teased her engorged nipples in just the right way. Like James, she was on her hands and knees. She was painted white with light brown spots on her sides and ass. She seemed not to notice the stall door open behind her. She chuffed when James’s nose tickled her exposed pussy. Her inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her scent. His tongue lapped at her slit, and now she was swaying back and forth.

“Go on,” Marla repeated. Carmen watched closely,t oo.

Their attention as rewarded by James mounting the cow. He grunted while his hard cock eased into the cow’s pussy. The cow mooed as the new bull buried himself in her. They were animals, no questioning that. There was no love, no foreplay, only the need for sex and the fulfillment of that need. James’s muscular rump was pumping while the cow mooed, her tits attached to milkers while her pussy was filled by the bull. Her eyes rolled up in the overwhelming bliss of it.

James grunted with his efforts. He was hunched over the cow, holding himself up by the edges of the stall. When he was close, his grunting took on an urgency, and then he was shuddering as he came inside her. When he finished, he slid free of her and settled on his hands and knees. He again nuzzled her now-dripping cunt. Another lick, a taste of them both, and then he was done. He looked stupidly up at Marla and carmen who observed from outside the milking stall.

“I’d say that was a successful test,” Marla chuckled.

“Make sure our cow doesn’t take home a calf, but, yes, I would agree. Your bull is ready for service. Drone,” she called to one of the dolls, “take the bull to its stall. And give it an extra helping of food.”

“A reward?” Marla asked.

“And insurance. The food contains a soporific to keep him as stupid and horny as he is now. He’ll need more training in the coming days.”

“Understood. Don’t worry, Carmen. I won’t allow him to remember.”

James was gone too long. At first Maggie barely noticed. She was too cocooned in her worry. When the clouds of anxiety parted, night was falling. It must have been hours since she last saw James. Had he found food? Was he with Miss Perez and the others? Suddenly, Maggie felt very alone.

This was supposed to have been easy. A jaunt to an island where they could get a jump start on some graduate work, maybe have a little fun with one another – Maggie wasn’t above that despite her prudish reputation – and return home with a nice tan and some stories for their friends. Only now she felt trapped. That wasn’t some emotional estimation. She felt truly, physically trapped. Beyond the door of her room was a world she did not understand. And yet, staying here, alone, also seemed terrible. When there were no good options, one had to be brave.

She steeled herself with a series of long breaths and then she sallied forth. She expected that the door might be locked, but it opened easily under her hand. While the hallway was brightly decorated, the sun was leaning on the horizon and long shadows grew in the corners. She moved quietly, almost at a tiptoe, despite feeling quite silly doing so. That self-awareness was at war with the idea that she might unexpected encounter one of the latex-coated women, or something even more strange and frightening.

When the hall opened into the living area, she found Marla sitting alone, double doors opened onto a verandah where a breeze plucked at the drawn curtains.

“Maggie. Where have you been hiding?”

“Have you seen James?”

Maggie took tentative steps toward Marla. She was older, and certainly a woman of authority, but there was something wild and unpredictable in her. And hadn’t she been the one to encourage Maggie and James to wander off? Wasn’t it her advice that set in motion the events that led them to be stranded here?

“He’s somewhere around. I saw him earlier. Between you and me,” Marla said, leaning forward as if sharing a secret, “I believe that James may have a soft spot for those cows.”

“Women, you mean.”

Marla waved the distinction away like a worrisome fly. “I think he went down the hall a minute ago. He was following Perez somewhere. If you’d like we can go find them.”

“Yes, please. I’m a little scared.”

“No shame in that,” Marla said, rising. “This is a pretty strange place. I don’t know about you, but I’ll be glad to get home and sleep in my own bed far away from people dressed up like horses.”

That garnered a nervous laugh.

“I’ll lead the way,” Marla said. “Stick close, though. The house looks bigger on the inside. I’d hate for us to get lost from each other.”

This hall was darker than the last. Despite having company, Maggie felt more alone.

“I think I hear them,” Marla said. “In here, I think.”

She opened a door and slipped inside. Maggie felt a moment’s panic before she followed quickly behind, the door shutting behind them. The room was entirely too dark. Her panic was rising and Maggie feared she might scream if she didn’t find Marla somewhere in this darkness, her hands groping in the pitch ahead of her. Her fingers found an arm, seized it. There was a delay between touch and thought, and then Maggie knew that the arm she held was one of those… things. The arm was synthetic and smooth, unnaturally so.

Light flared as someone hit a switch and spilled harsh white glare everywhere. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes and then there were hands grasping her, pulling her. In a breath she was fixed in place. Some kind of chair, but her upper body was pushed forward so that she stared at a blank wall. She tried to pull away, but her wrists were bound along with her ankles and waist. She was trapped.

Marla stepped into view, bending to look Maggie in the eyes.

“Look at you. So deliciously helpless. You have no idea how sexy you are right now. I can almost taste how afraid and worried you are. It’s intoxicating.”

“What are you doing? Let me go!” Maggie strained against the bonds holding her.

“Why would I do that? Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? I wouldn’t go so far as to say that you are the reason I took this position, but thinking of what I could do to you… that didn’t hurt.”