Unionised Labour
#8 of Business Venture in Seeds
We arrived, as I predicted, five days later we reached the cabin.
"Home sweet home!" I said enthusiastically, climbing down from the wagon and started to unhitch the team.
Orange collar came up and said, "I got this, I was a stable hand before..."
I smiled, handing her the reigns, "Good, I am useless dealing with just the one we had on our last wagon. Having four now makes the tack so confusing."
She really seemed to know her job, and while I watched, her daughter came from the first wagon leading its pair of horses.
"Right." Zoe said, "The cabin is fine for sleeping, for all of us, but we are going to need two work sheds, we have timber here to help with construction, and tools to work what logs we cut. We have supplies to last us all a month and a half. The places where you don't want to be going, yet, are anywhere you see THAT bush growing." And she gestured to the bush, vines laying dormant in the leaf matter around it. Only now there was several other smaller ones, but each equipped with a single seed pod at least, scattered around.
"Are they 'them'?" One of the dogs replied.
I grinned, "Yeah, that's 'them'. Don't get worked up about it, just stay clear and you won't have a problem, you are all going to get to know them very well in time, so don't rush to them, ok?"
They all nodded. "Ok." I said, "Lets get some trees down and start the drying shed. It will just need a roof to keep the rain off, and shelves for the trays."
It took a week all told, to build the extra buildings needed and get everyone into a routine of working.
It was time to introduce the slaves and Jen to our job.
Zoe and I had them all assembled early one morning and, when we had their attention, stripped off and stood in front of them, nude and grinning.
"Uh, why are..." Jen began, blushing a little.
"We are like this, and will continue like this until we are leaving, because its an absolute pain to have to keep dressing. Also, washing clothes is more work than we really need." I answered. "You can all dress however you want next month, but this month, you strip."
They didn't complain, they all just climbed out of their coverings, Jen was wearing the most of all of us, the slaves wearing one-piece smocks that, at least the two dogs, gleefully discarded.
"Ok, Kren." I said, calling the name of the fox girl, "You're up first. Now Zoe will show you what to expect, and you can all watch her being seeded, but by the end of this day, you will all have experienced the 'maidens-bane' twice."
We walked to the large, original plant and Zoe, showing more eagerness than worry, walked calmly to the plant.
As always it lashed around her legs first, snaring her, working its way around with more and more vines, securing and lifting her.
"Notice the restraints, they are not painful, not even uncomfortable, it just holds on so you don't run." I said, explaining the process to the initiates. "Next you see the feeder or 'gag-vine' come up and fill her mouth? It quietens you down, apparently to both stop you scaring off further prey and to feed you a sap that is both nutritious kinda like juice, and pretty tasty."
"Ok, now we get to business." I said, watching as it lifted Zoe into position, "Once restrained and your maw is plugged and fed, it will send this itty bitty vine down and into you, like that!" I said, punctuating my sentence as the vine pushed into the softly murring kitten. "At first it seems pretty benign, what it does is push to your cervix and spray a fluid that relaxes your muscles, gaining it entry past that barrier into your womb. Now, as you can see it will be just pushing through now, as it starts feeding down seeds, to be planted within that deep cavern."
The first seed reached her slit and she moaned quietly into the gag, everyone could see she was really really enjoying the attention. I myself was starting to feel pretty hot just watching her.
I looked to Kren, "You have the choice, this bush or one of the smaller ones. Regardless, you will be serviced the same either way."
She thought for a second, and with a smile, walked to the nearest small bush and walked strait at it.
As with Zoe, the plant clasped her in its ropey vines, fed her the silencing feeding vine and fed its seeding length into the girl. At her soft moans into the gag when the first seed was deep within her her father turned to me. "Its really not painful is it?"
I smiled, "Do you think we would be doing this if it hurt?"
"Why don't you get people out here working for free, I am sure there are at least a few in the city who would be content to work for food and fucks." She asked, a few others nodded.
I ticked off on my fingers, "One, they are not reliable, they are sex junkies. Two, the more who know how to harvest this, the cheaper the drug will become. And three, I prefer a bit of quiet out here, and if everyone knew about it we would have junkies bouncing through the trees crying for food."
They all laughed.
"Ok, sounds fair, uh, I want to be out of sight of my daughter, if I can." Krix, the fox girls father said, wandering off a distance only to walk right up to a bush and be snared.
While I watched her doing that the other three, Jen, Merrin and Rentil had already wandered to the nearest smaller bushes, leaving me to walk back to my mates captor.
I felt the vines grip me, in my own mind at least, lovingly, and lift me off my feet. "God it has been too long." I said just before the vine trailed into my open muzzle, inflating and dripping that oh so refreshing sap down my throat.
"Mmmmfff." I said out loud into the vine as another drove into my folds, thin and agile, it soon reached the limit of my depths and loosed its payload.
I sighed again, my hips bucking a little as the chemical took effect on my muscles.
It pushed deeper, no longer an odd feeling, but one my body knew as a prelude to a really good time, and it excited me appropriately.
The first seed pushed in, making its presence know the whole length of my passage, stretching me, making me yowl into my gag, and of course, just before it finished its travel, the second entered me and I was carried strait into a spinning, wonderfully powerful, orgasm.
Again and again the seeds pushed in, ballooning my belly out into a parody of a normal pregnancy. Thankfully because I hadn't been away too long, I was able to carry a reasonable load. But all too soon the plant had finished its job, the last seed popping free into me heralding my last orgasm of the morning.
As it un-gagged me and I climbed free of its slowly unravelling vines, I saw Zoe had already taken her place at the bench, large metal can inserted into her parted lips slightly and had organised some of the others the same way. Due to their lighter carrying capacities I was the last to be done and waddled slightly, over to the bench, reaching for a can.
Once I was seated, the first seed plopping free, I sighed and began the conversation.
"So, I got forty eight, how many did you all get?" I asked, a strait face my only defence against their outrage.
Zoe explained the joke to them because I was too busy laughing at their protests.
"Very funny, ok then. What's the go with these cans? Are they just milk cans? Why do we have to put them inside us?" Merrin asked.
I had recovered enough by then, "They have a bit of salt water in them, to stop the seeds from cracking at the bottom. They are made from milk cans, but Zoe puts a little spell on them to stop normal air from getting in, you see the seeds start to germinate as soon as they touch air. That's why we put them just inside, so the seed never gets air on it."
They were rapt, listening to my explanation.
"What about the drying trays then?" Krix enquired.
"Similar spell, you pour the contents of the can into a tray, making sure the lip is within the top of the tray, they can dry out then with no air to touch them." Zoe explained.
I felt my last seed pass. "Ok, we do that now, grab some lunch, and head back out for the afternoons harvest."
They all got up and followed along, Jen cornering me while I was emptying my can.
"It... it really is pretty fun." She confessed with a red glow around her ears, "I mean to say, sorry about all the attitude, about the job and about the slaves." She sighed, "What I am trying to say is would you like to..."
"How about" I said, to get her attention away from trying to badly put together a sentence, "we share the big bush this time, I can show you a trick that will make things more interesting."
She nodded happily, willing to give anything a try now that I had gained her full trust again.
Topping my can back to the level of water needed and adding some more salt, I made my way back to the large bush, the sable following along meekly.
I looked back to Zoe and she nodded, god I loved that cat.
"Right Jen, if we hold hands and keep together as much as possible..." And I did so, leading her forward.
The plant, as it had before, wrapped both of us, using some of the same vines again, lifting and twisting us, aiming our spread groins in opposite directions whilst facing us together. I heard Jen gasp into her gag, even as I felt the vine penetrate my folds again, sliding in like the well-known lover it was.
Even as I felt that, I saw a similar vine penetrate the soft-furred silken folds I so longed to taste, just in front of my eyes.
I moaned and whimpered, wanting nothing more than to reach forward and lap at her exposed nether-lips. The fluid as it sprayed into me, and her, bloating us slightly, her tort little belly bulged ever so slightly.
I was aching with need, she was just THERE, I needed to feel her, to consume her fluids, to lap at her depths. I thrashed in my torturous prison, even as the first seed pushed into us both, flaring her mound and visibly sliding deeper into her.
I came hard, the show I was getting, the torturous ache to make that body arch from the touch of mine working with the massage my own love tunnel was receiving to rip scream after moaning scream from me, again and again I saw the seeds push down into her ever expanding midsection.
All at once, I saw the last seed pass into her, making her swell a slight bit more.
I was not done, however. The object of my need was lifted clear and away from me, and as I lay there, bound, helpless, all the fight gone from me now.
All of a sudden, as a seed pushed in, a tongue pressed at my bulging folds, working its way up and down. Pausing a second, Jens timid voice saying, "I am here, Crest, its me." and she returned to her wonderful task.
The last eight seeds, with every penetration, combined with her touch, rocked me into oblivion again and again.
It was with the sables assistance that I finally made it back to the bench and slumped down. Zoe helping with the can.
Wearily, I looked to my side, to Jen, and said, "How was it for you?"
Her hot flush and timid smile was all the answer I needed.
I promised, didn't I? More tentacles, more plants, MOAR SEEDS! :)
Note, had to use F/F in gender tags to satisfy the extreme classification, it doesn't like F/Other :/