Hey everyone.



Now we're getting somewhere. Stay tuned for more, I'm having a great time writing this story. I will just throw out a trigger warning that stands for the rest of this series. There's going to be some nasty business. But I've always liked stories where the bad guy loses, so keep your chin up, because everyone gets what's coming to them.



Average Joe



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... Chapter Nine...



This morning's wake-up went a little different from normal. Usually, as I come to my senses, the lovely sensation of mouths on my cock increases. Today, as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I felt the weight of one of my gorgeous cows settle on my lap. Keeping my eyes closed, I reached down and caressed her hips. Sure enough, one was riding me, reverse cowgirl, which was... Kinda ironic, now I think about it. The slight giggle came just before the sound of milk squirting into a pail.



"Good morning master," Rose mooed softly.



I just grinned and traced my hands up her sides. I smiled feeling her shudder in pleasure at the contact. Sitting up slightly, I ran my hands around her front to cup her breasts. There I found her nipples already occupied. No doubt by Tina. Rose mooed softly as she was continuously milked, making me smile. Sitting up properly this time, I leaned into Rose's back. I still had my eyes closed at this point. I just wanted to feel her... The cow, that I loved. Sliding my left hand under her breast, I massaged it from the base. Rose mooed again her appreciation. So, grinning, I slipped my right hand between her legs and rand my fingers in circles around her clit. It wasn't long before she was spasming in my lap. Her happy sigh signalling she was finally milked. So with satisfaction, I cracked open my eyes. Sure enough, Rose was leaning back on my chest, puffing from the after effects of her climax.



Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close for a few moments. I couldn't help but fear what the trials ahead would do. I couldn't help but fear that something would happen to me... And by extension... Rose and Tina... So I pulled her ever tighter, before gesturing for Tina to join us. With Tina sandwiching Rose between us, I felt complete. These women... These cows... They were my world...



"Rose, Tina."



"Yes, master," they replied in unison.



"I love you both, so very much. Do you understand me?"



We sat in silence for a minute before, surprisingly, Tina took a deep breath. "Just come back to us, master... Please..."



People who say men don't cry can kiss my ass...



An hour later, I lead two satisfied cows downstairs for breakfast. I was just sprinkling brown sugar on the fifth bowl of porridge when I heard the sound of Claire and Heidi coming. Rose took that as her queue to start making coffees. I watched with a dumb smile as her tail twitched from side to side as she hummed a tune I didn't recognise. The sound of cutlery clinking together told me Tina was setting the table. Seems like while I was busy making our home safe, Claire was teaching the cows to make it a home. Only time would tell if she ever truly moved away from the rest of us. But I kinda doubted it. We were basically a big family... Albeit, a strange one.



"Morning everyone," Claire said as she appeared in the doorway. Behind her was a smiling Heidi, carrying a pair of milking pails.



"Morning, you two," I smiled. "Porridge is ready, just needs to cool."



"What's porridge?" Heidi asked.



"It's equal parts rolled oats and milk, with two parts water. You heat it up until it bubbles and let it simmer until it thickens," I explained. Rose and Tina had been here to watch, so they already knew.



"You'll like it," Claire said, kissing the cow softly. "But I've never had it with brown sugar before. Mum always made it with honey."



"Honey works too. But I like the flavour brown sugar gives it."



Picking up a pair of bowls, I started ferrying them to the table. It was the one problem with porridge. It was so damn hot and liked to keep its heat. So we all enjoyed Rose's coffee while we waited. As expected though, once they started eating, all I could hear was happy little moans and moos. It was a damn shame I was about to spoil my own mood...



Clean up was taken care of by Claire and Heidi. Rose and Tina followed me upstairs. I'm sure Claire noticed my mood. But Rose and Tina DEFINITELY knew. Pulling open the closet door on the end, I faced that familiar looking safe. Punching in the code I swung the door open and grimaced. This time I emptied the safe. I wasn't taking any chances this time. If something happened to Claire and me, three lives were in danger. No... It just wasn't worth the risk.



I cringed a little, staring at my pack. I didn't have anything large enough for my M4 except my duffle bag. I just hoped it wouldn't look too suspicious if someone was curious why we needed such a large bag for a single night. But... It couldn't be helped. So with a sigh, I threw it over my shoulder and carried it downstairs. It seemed prudent to throw it straight into the car, so I made my way outside. Which was excellent timing, as Lori was slowly coming down the driveway. I felt a little bad, seeing the uncomfortable ride she was having. But I reasoned that our safety was more important. By the time I had my bag loaded in the Car, Lori was pulling up beside it.



"Hey, Kye. Looks like you're just about ready," she said with a firm smile.



I really respected Lori for times like this... "Yeah, just waiting on Claire, then we'll head off. All goes well, we should be back before dawn."



"I'll be here waiting then. Don't worry, the girls are in good hands."



I didn't even get to respond, she just marched off through the front door. A moment later, Claire walked back out, looking slightly frazzled. "You okay?"



"Yeah," Claire shook herself. "It's... It's just starting to feel real, y'know... First I'm being held captive, then I'm on the run, then safe. Now I'm going back out there again, and Seeing Lori show up to look after the cows..."



"Shit, I'm sorry Claire-"



"No," she said quickly. "Me coming is for the best. I get it, really. I just know if I didn't respond to that job add right out of medical school, I'd probably be at home, with a man, maybe a kid... And Heidi would still be chained to the floor in that barn..."



Taking a step towards her, I pulled the bag out of her hands and placed it on the ground. Then I pulled her into my arms. Even rookies during their first firefight had training to fall back on. Claire here didn't even have that. I just hoped she'd hold it together if everything went wrong, because if she wouldn't, neither would Heidi... I just hoped Rose and Tina would forgive me if the worst happened...



"Come on, we should get going," I said softly, letting her go.



Claire nodded and picked up her bag. She took a deep breath and looked me in the eye. "Let's go then."



I had to smile... Maybe she'd be fine after all... Climbing into the driver's seat, I started the engine. Claire hopped in beside me a moment later. With a final glance towards the house, there was Rose and the others watching us from the windows. I didn't have the heart to wave. Turning the 4wd around, I made my way slowly down the driveway.



We decided to take the long way to the resort. Skirting the outside of the city was longer, but ultimately quicker than going through the heart of the city. It also meant if we were pursued, we had an idea of the terrain. Going through the city meant we'd be safer for the most part, but it also restricted us if we needed to do something dangerous. Not to mention the availability of cops. We were far more likely to be noticed in the city.



While we drove, we spoke only a little. Claire already knew the plan. She was recon, I was muscle. Together we would find, either where the cow was being held, or this Mr. Daniels. Though I wasn't exactly sure how we were going to follow him and be nondescript about it. Either way, I was going to get the location out of him, one way or another. If he really does have a cow, he'll be lucky to live through the night.



An hour later, I pulled off the main road and followed the signs to the resort. When I finally spotted the entrance, I pulled over and stopped the engine. "Claire, this is your last chance to back out."



Claire just sat quietly for a moment. "You know. I'm terrified of what we're about to do. I'm terrified we'll be caught and imprisoned, or worse. And yet... I can't help but think of how I'd react if I knew it was Heidi in there." She turned to face me. "As much as I want to, I don't like the idea of killing a man. Short of that, let's nail this prick and save a cow."



I just grinned and nodded my head. Starting the engine, I drove the last couple kilometres into the car park of the resort. Seeing just the state of the car park, I immediately knew where all my money was going. This place was immaculate. The concrete was clean and fresh looking. All the trees were pruned and tidy. Even the lawns looked like golf greens. And that was just the grounds. The building that made up the reception office was gorgeous. It was made up on the outside to look like a Greek temple, complete with oil lamps. Grabbing our bags from the car, I locked up and together Claire and I headed for the front doors.



Inside was as spectacular as the outside. Tapestries hung from the walls beside oil paintings. There was a roaring fireplace in the centre of the room and great stone columns held up the ceiling. We stood there, gaping when a middle-aged man approached us.



"Good day, I'm Greggory Daniels, how might I be of assistance?"



In a flash, I held back my desire to grab him and drag him outside. I needed to get situated first. But now I knew what he looked like. "Hi, my name is Kye, this is my wife Claire. We've booked the honeymoon suite for the night."



"Ah, yes. Your assistant called to tell me you were coming. If you'll follow me, just leave your bags, they'll be at your room before you are," he smiled professionally.



Taking Claire by the hand, I could feel the slight tremor that ran through her. Giving it a quick squeeze, we followed Mr. Daniels to the front desk.



"Here we are. Your rooms are already paid for," Mr Daniels said, handing us a key each. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to the vehicle bay."



Following him outside, we found ourselves surrounded by a collection of golf carts. They were all the same bland white colour. But it suited the resort. The only difference was a single black one.



"What's with the fancy wheels?" I asked.



Mr. Daniels just smiled. "In a resort this large, I needed my own transport. It's a different colour so everyone knows not to take it. It also serves as a good indication of where I am if someone's looking for me."



I nodded. It made perfect sense, it also meant he'd be easier to follow. Mr. Daniels lead us to a golf cart being driven by a young man. He gave the young man our suite and gestured for us to climb on.



"Enjoy your evening. We pride ourselves on our customers' level of satisfaction. If you need anything, we can surely provide it."



"Thank you," I said, flashing a smile.



With a nod, Mr. Daniels turned and left. A moment later, we were on our way. True to his word, this place was huge. It appeared to be set out like some kind of magical forest. There were wide open areas where stages were set up for shows and displays. But these were far and few between. The dense forestry cut out both sight and sound quite well. The height of the trees also would make it difficult for helicopters to get in if we needed Jones. But I was still feeling optimistic about all this.



We realised very quickly, that the deeper we went into the resort, the thicker the trees got as well. They must place the more expensive suites in the densest part of the resort to keep people and sound away. Which, honestly, suited me just fine. The cart drove along silently on smooth paved roads for twenty minutes until we finally came into view of our suite. At first glance, it reminded me of our cabin back home. But this was obviously built with a level of luxury that made ours look cheap. When we pulled up at the front door, a busboy was just leaving with a quick smile plastered across his face.



As we climbed off the cart, the young man climbed on. A moment later, we were alone in the silence. It was a little odd that there weren't any birds, but I wasn't concerned about it. This time Claire grabbed my hand and the two of us headed inside. It was a spacious, open-plan cabin. The bed was in the centre of the room, with a spa behind it. In front of it was a dresser, beside which was our bags. There also seemed to be a projector mounted into the ceiling with a rolled up screen. That seemed to be the substitute for the television. On four points of the compass around the room were gas fireplaces, not that we needed them in this weather. And the final thing we could see was a view of the forest. Other than the front, the three other sides faced nothing but trees. If we really were on a honeymoon, this would be perfect.



"Alright, get something comfortable on, we should go for a walk."



Claire just nodded and started rummaging through her bag. Pulling out a mobile, I was a little confused at first but then realised that it was probably just one of many things Lori had done. I really needed to talk to her about that and pay her back for costs. With a small shake of my head, I held out my hand for the phone.



"What, am I not allowed?" Claire asked, suddenly worried.



"No, I was going to put my number in it," I laughed.



Claire smiled, "Rose gave it to me, it was her idea to get a phone anyway."



I just nodded. It made sense. Though it would be an idea to get one for each of them, eventually. Offering my hand, this time Claire took it in her own and we strode back out the door. We spent a few hours wandering the facility. I was trying to work out how our bags arrived at our room so quickly, but I couldn't see anything obvious. Finally, we stopped for a meal at an outdoor restaurant. It was a seafood buffet before a stage where scantily clad women danced. I only gave it a cursory glance, the women were attractive enough, but the cows I had at home were far more spectacular looking, even just sitting still.



"Is that him?" Claire whispered.



I turned to look the same way she was. Sure enough, there was Mr. Daniels, talking heatedly with another gentleman. There was also a sign for the ladies' bathroom near where they stood.



"Claire?"



"I see it. Wait here a minute."



I sat nervously as Claire slowly made her way over. She didn't make it overly obvious she was heading straight for them, which I found interesting. But soon enough, she stood before Mr. Daniels, who smiled brightly and leered at her when she looked around. They conversed briefly before pointing in the direction of the ladies' bathroom and Claire waved and headed in that direction. The moment they were out of sight, Mr. Daniels and the other man laughed and said something amongst themselves. Mr. Daniels even gestured with his hands for larger breasts. With their conversation over, the other gentleman left and Mr. Daniels headed in the same direction as Claire. I immediately stood to follow, only to sit down as Claire appeared again. She smiled and said something to Mr. Daniels that made him laugh, but she didn't stop to chat this time. Heading back towards me, I could tell she looked excited.



Dropping back into her seat, she turned to me and said, "hurry up and finish, we need to get back to our room."



"I'm already done."



We stood together and made the half-hour walk back to our suite. The moment we were inside, Claire started talking.



"She's here at the resort. Unless he's got a second slave handy, that is. I overheard him with that other man. He was talking about leaving his prize tied up and uncomfortable. He was going to head back and give her what's for as punishment for something she did the other day. When I got too close, I asked him about the bathroom and he pointed me in the right direction. But when I got around there, I found his cart. I wedged my phone under the seat where it wouldn't be seen!"



"Oh, Claire. You're a genius," I leaned forward and gave her a peck on the cheek.



Pulling out my phone, I opened the 'find my phone' app. Handing it to Claire to put in her details, we got a signal. It was currently moving in a straight line, that if it continued, would take it just past our suite. Heading for the front door, I sat and watched the road while staring at the phone. That's when I realised the road was curved and the signal was moving in a straight line.



"There's tunnels," I said out loud. "That's how they got our bags here so quickly. There's tunnels the staff use. They're probably shallow to stop them from blocking signals. But that's the only way unless he's flying real slow."



With a grin, we both returned to a set of chairs and waited for the signal to stop. Sure enough, it passed right by our suite, but we neither saw nor heard anything. Tunnels were the only thing that made sense. A few minutes later, we were surprised to see the signal stop just a quick walk from where we were. Well, quick walk except it was through the densest part of the forest out the back of our suite.



"Well, we've got them. When do you want to move?" I asked.



"Let's grab your stuff, we'll head into the trees and see if we can make sure we're in the right place."



I agreed and headed for my bag. "What did you bring anyway?" I asked.



"Medical supplies and a change of clothes for the cow."



I nodded and grabbed her bag too. We weren't going all that far, but it would be better to be prepared in case we decided to move sooner rather than later. Hoisting the bag over my shoulder, I passed Claire, her own. Without a final glance, we both walked off into the trees. The idea of dressing in the room was a bad one, as there were surely cameras on the road. But I doubted there would be any in the trees. Especially around the honeymoon suite.



We headed off perpendicular to the road at first. We wanted to put some distance between us and potential cameras. We also didn't want to make it look like we were heading towards Mr. Daniels. I checked my phone a couple of times, but Mr. Daniels hadn't moved his gold cart. Using his location as a reference point, we found ourselves a quiet spot to get ready. Claire admittedly didn't have to do much, she just took inventory of her stuff. I, on the other hand, pulled out my ghillie suit, m4, and HK. I made sure I had three loaded magazines for each and strapped them to my vest. Pulling the ghillie suit over the top, I secured the strap to my m4 around my shoulders and placed my HK in its holster, before strapping it to my left shoulder.



"Claire. Listen out for three whistles. Three in ascending order means I'm coming and everything is fine. Two ascending and one descending means I need your help. Three descending whistles means pack up because we have to leave. If you're fine, just sit quietly until I come to you. If you're in trouble, whistle twice when you hear me and I'll know you need help."



Claire just nodded, "Kye, please be safe."



I smiled and gave her a quick hug. Turning without a word, I headed in the direction of Claire's phone. It really wasn't very far from our suite in the end. Though this just looked like a concrete box with windows. I couldn't see inside, but the building itself was obvious enough. Raising my m4, I looked around the building. There didn't seem to be any cameras either. That was good and bad. Good because he wouldn't see me coming, bad because I didn't know what security he may actually have.



Crawling through the forest, I examined the building from all angles. From what I could tell, there was only one way in, and one way out. The small road that leads to the building entered an opening in a fake boulder and went underground. I couldn't help the grin when I made that discovery. But that was all I was going to get out at this point, so I headed back to wait near the cart. I must have been there an hour after dark before a spotted a set of headlights coming. The young man that delivered our bags was driving. He pulled up sharp and darted to the door and knocked frantically. He sat patiently before knocking again. I rolled my eyes at the professionalism displayed by Mr. Daniels as the young man reached to knock for the third time. Just as his knuckles touched the door, it flew open, and there he was, dressed in a robe.

