Chapter 14

Sunset had me moving the stretching racks and skins inside and leaning them against cave walls while the girls changed to their inside clothes to fix supper. It seemed to me they'd decided my appetite would be better if my dick was hard and I guess they wanted me to eat plenty. I was going to have to teach them to make skirts in self-defense. I wouldn't go hog wild with knee length or anything, but I thought some cute micro minis and some slit along the side up to their hips would be nice.

Right now though they had supper on the table and I was hungrier than horny so I sat down to eat. They were getting to be a caution cooking too. They specialized in stews for supper and thin sliced fried meat for breakfast. The only thing I thought could be better was hickory-smoked meat with maybe a few baked hams for variety. I guess I needed to kill a hog or two for that though.

They had another fix in the game for me during supper and I didn't know where they'd come up with it, but every now and then they'd wiggle enough so a titty would gain its freedom from a cup. The best, or worst, depending on your point of view, part was they'd act embarrassed and put it back in place right away, leaving me with only a sneak peek. I knew it was planned behavior since all three of them had the same accident two or three times.

If they wanted my blood boiling they'd come up with a good method. I managed to eat my supper, but as soon as I was done I dragged Nanita off to the furs, untying her halter-top and thong along the way. I was plowing her field before the other two had the dishes off the table and I had her squealing and babbling by the time they made it to the furs. Those damned cave women can make you horny if you let them.

Apparently they liked my behavior, since they woke me by licking around on my dick again the next morning. They did seem slightly dismayed when it didn't go down after the first comeshot, but they persevered and did it over again.

Finally we were able to get to the serious business of eating and I did my part. Catla let me know we were running short of Rose's biscuit mix though. They were all happy when I showed them Rose hadn't let us down and two of the plastic totes she'd wrangled out of Rosco were filled with large canisters of the stuff. I think we had nearly two hundred pounds left.

Of course I'd known all along we were set for man portable bread mix since there were two more totes filled with cornbread practically ready to bake and it wasn't even a start on the hush-puppy mix which only needed a little water and some rolling into the proper shape.

You can say what you want to about high-technology, advanced equipment, and super intelligence, but no matter how you slice it, Rosco nor any of the other fishy aliens with him were even a close second to Rose in the bargaining department.

If I'd had another month before it was my time to leave I'm sure Rose could have sent along a couple of boxcars of handy items with me. She didn't have to steal the pennies off a dead man's eyes, she could probably wake the poor bastard up and trade him out of 'em.

We had more hide tending work to do this morning, but what the hell. I'd already fucked with the chainsaw all I wanted to for a while. Catla put me back to work on the fresh hides while she and the other two worked hell out of the first skins I hadn't scraped so well.

The girls weren't scraping now, but they had big pieces of branches they rounded off one end of and were using them working more of the pissbrain paste into the skins and stretching hell out of the hides as they went along.

Still, it was their show and by now I had a good handle on what I was expected to do. We were all done a little after noon and after checking my work Catla told me I'd done a good job and they'd let me have some lunch after all.

After we'd eaten, there was no point in starting in fencing again for only the half day of sunlight we had left so I broke down and showed them short skirts and other delights. Of course it degenerated into a peep show and we were in the furs with me abusing them all in turn before four PM. When they made me take a break so they could cook supper they were eyeing me as if they'd created a monster.

When supper was done and everything was cleaned up and put away the three of them sat me down for a serious talk. Catla let me know right away I'd have to get at least one more woman to help share the load in the furs.

"We can hold up for a while, but before too long it will be winter, and after we are snowed in alone with you we will not be able to keep it up. You must either kill another mated man or let me trade for a young girl or two of mating age," she said, and I could tell she was serious.

"Catla right. We never see man like you who do it all night every night. You need twelve mates and you still work them all hard. You are too much man for three," Nanita said, while Shayta nodded her head in agreement.

If you think it hurt my feelings you must be a slow learner. I wasn't sure I wanted twelve women, but two more wouldn't hurt a thing. I didn't intend to go out, find a good looking woman, and then shoot holes in her mate just to claim her, but I wasn't opposed to looking around to see if we could find one or two sweet young things who needed a man in their lives.

Hell, I let them talk me into it, especially since I hadn't even showed them anything about strip tease yet and I knew after I did I'd be on a tear for a while afterwards at least. I pulled them all over to the furs and spent the rest of the day and most of the night merely petting and cuddling with them and I didn't pole a one.

At least they weren't egging me on the next morning by licking my dick to wake me. They let the smell of coffee take care of the job and we had plenty of breakfast to keep my mind off the thongs and halter-tops they weren't wearing. They were already dressed for work outside by the time I got up.

On the other hand, I had work to do after breakfast and Catla was going with me to help a little and keep watch a lot. Nanita and Shayta could both handle a Glock and a Marlin now too. They were nowhere near experts, but they could shoot and they could also command the allegiance of Mama and the cubs. All but the two young males of our wolf pack stayed to keep them company and to watch what was going on outside.

Our job site was in pretty good shape too. The major trees were down and I'd moved or cut up the ones which had fallen the wrong way by now. I was down to cutting the felled trees into rails for the fence now, but there was no hurry on with it. We needed smaller oaks for dowels.

My first thought had been to nail things together with the twelve-inch by half-inch deer spikes. Unfortunately even these giant nails wouldn't do the job. They just weren't long enough. Most of the trees I planned to cut up for the body of the fence were larger than twelve inches in diameter. Hell, most of them were larger than twenty-four inches. In reality I wasn't building a fence, it was going to be a wall.

Catla and I spent all morning wandering through the woods cutting down oak saplings two inches or so in diameter near the base. I'd cut them down with the chainsaw and she stripped them of the tiny limbs. Later we piled the brush out in the cleared space for burning and topped off our potential dowels so they'd be at least an inch and a half on the small end.

By the end of the day we had eight travois loads of saplings piled up near our cave's entrance and the work was just beginning. We used drawknives and stripped bark off the saplings so we could get them dry more quickly. It took three days of hard work since we did our best to cull them and cut off odd growth spots as we went.

While the potential dowels were drying we got started putting the bottom rails in place. That part was a bitch too. Since they were the largest and heaviest they were also the biggest pains to get in place. For some we had to do some notching where they came against the other trees or we'd have to dig out small spots on the ground so they'd be right against it.

We didn't bother trying to put dowels in place since neither the dowels nor the trees were dry enough to maintain their size yet. They'd all shrink as they dried. The only cutting we did was to length and we left it a little long in case it diminished as they dried.