Chapter 5. Working with the Tryns
Breakfast was at eight o'clock but Kercher was an early riser and that meant
Naomi had to be as well. "God, this is even earlier than the bloody health
farm," she thought as he tumbled her out of bed at six a.m. Having cleaned
themselves up they made their to the lounge area, Naomi walking with her legs
wider apart than normal to save her thighs chafing her cunt. Aisha was already
there and beckoned them over. "Good morning Sir," Kercher responded to his
greeting. Naomi too decided to add her, "Good morning, Sir," greeting and seeing
Aisha had a cup of steaming liquid, asked if she could have a cup of coffee.
"Of course, Naomi." He signaled to a tryn who came with two cups and the coffee
pot. Naomi had seen the tryns before at mealtime but not close too. She knew
they were kind of workers and were different to the satyrs. For a start they
were smaller, only about 6 feet tall. Their bodies were almost entirely covered
with light brown hair and they appeared sexless and flightless. Even though,
like everyone else they didn't wear clothing, she could not see any genitalia
nor did they have breasts. Their speech too was more stilted, more artificial.
"Thank you," she said as the tryn poured her coffee. It looked up in surprise as
if not used to being thanked.
"How did you sleep?" Aisha asked.
"Not very well Sir. It was all so strange. I've hardly ever slept in a room with
other people and with all the other things going on I couldn't get off."
"I expect you'll get used to it and the strangeness will wear off. Were you able
to take Kercher's cock alright?"
Naomi was floored by the directness of the question. "I...I think I took it
better than many of the others, Sir," she stuttered.
"Yes, Sir," Kercher interjected, "She took three good loads without too much
squealing."
They sat chatting until a tryn came and refilled their cups. Naomi, by then felt
she could talk to Aisha who was obviously the leader and far older than the
others. "What are the tryns?" she asked.
Aisha explained they were a worker caste of clones made so the satyrs themselves
wouldn't have to do menial work. "Like humans," he said, "They have various
levels of intelligence so there is a caste system within the tryn caste so some
never do anything but simple cleaning jobs while others cook and supervise. The
difference was more pronounced with the early tryn clones but now they are able
to control the DNA / gene combination better."
"Do they have names?"
"Yes, and they are all three letters suffixed with tryn and all begin with a
different letter of the alphabet. The earliest creation is Akatryn and the most
recent is Waltryn. Quetryn is head of the tryns here."
"What was this place?" asked Naomi.
"During the cold war days this island was used for rocket target practice. The
missiles were fired from bases on the mainland and it was necessary for a
detachment of soldiers to be on here to see where the rockets landed. So they
built this underground bunker. When the army left they sealed the entrance and
blew up the landing area so the entrance is not now accessible by sea. Years
later they made it a wild life sanctuary with very restricted access. Not more
than two or three people are allowed on the island a year. So it is pretty
isolated. We unsealed the entrance and of course as you saw when you arrived, we
only need a narrow ledge on which to land before entering."
As Aisha seemed to be in a good mood, Naomi kept questioning him. "How are we
going to spend our time here?"
"We do have other bases and some of you may be transferred there but for the
immediate future you will all stay here. You will be started on a work schedule
this morning."
"If you don't mind my saying so, Sir, that might not be a good idea." Kercher
gave her a nudge as if to say, "You don't question Aisha's orders." Nevertheless
she went on. "I am stiff and sore and walking is a little painful but I am one
of the better ones. Some of the girls can hardly stand or sit so getting even
the simplest of work tasks done would be near impossible. Beating them to make
the work will only make matters worse - and can only lessen the chances they
become good mothers for your offspring. Sorry, I don't mean to offend you Sir,
but it may be that humans have a different pain threshold than you."
Aisha for a moment looked aback at her but then his good mood returned. "What do
you suggest then? Leave you to sit around doing nothing?"
"No Sir, that would lead to boredom but I think we or more especially the
others, should have some treatment for their pain. I am not against us doing
chores but we cannot do them if our bodies are too sore to use our muscles. We
would also need to try and keep our bodies in some sort of shape which is why we
were at the health farm in the first place."
"We have your own instructor here, the one you all seem to dislike and call the
'fitness bitch'."
"Yeah, Sir, she's a show off. She liked to see us suffer." Naomi laughed, an
infectious laugh which caused both Aisha and Kercher to laugh too, "I bet she
would find some of her own exercises painful now!"
Breakfast was served and Aisha took his place at the head of the table.
Afterwards he stood up a looked at the girls, some of whom had to be carried in
and were sitting very gently in their chairs. Many had tear stained faces or
were crying softly. "I had intended to set you all to work this morning cleaning
this place up. It is rather too large for the tryns to keep it properly clean
but Naomi persuaded me to allow you another free day and to allow you all to use
some salve on your sorest parts. Your owners will apply the salve. I am also
asking them not to punish you unnecessarily until you have healed. They can
still punish you though if you refuse to allow them to mate with you at any time
they wish. You must still take their cocks inside you whenever they require it.
There is one condition to all this. Seeing Naomi negotiated the concession for
you, she must agree to do the work you should have done. To make it perfectly
clear, Naomi has a free choice. She can agree to work here all day and do what
all twelve of you should have done while you rest or watch her or she can refuse
and you all do a share of the work. What is it to be Naomi?"
The choice took Naomi by surprise but she knew she really only had one choice.
To do the work herself. Some of the smaller girls were not fit to do anything.
"Sir," she smiled, "I have often been told to keep my big mouth shut. Now I know
the reason. Where do I start?"
Audible cries of thanks came from the lips of some girls and they watched her
walk stiffly and with the wide gait they were getting used to. Following Kercher
into the kitchen area she was introduced to Quetryn who in turn passed her to
Lyntryn. "You help Lyntryn clean dining room."
Lyntryn was about her size but very muscular. While he didn't say much he always
seemed to smile and Naomi took to him straight away. He (although the tryns were
sexless, she thought of them as 'he's'), thrust a bowl in her hand. "Fill with
water." They set to work cleaning tables and then the floor. Naomi having never
in her life done housework and even in normal circumstances would have found it
very difficult to keep up but with a sore arse and sore cunt it was doubly
difficult. Lyntryn worked at a fast pace although he seemed to do it with ease.
Naomi did her best and sweated profusely. Soon her hands were almost as sore as
her arse and time and time again she asked herself why she agreed to do it.
Kercher came to her a little before midday and unceremoniously laid her over a
table and fucked her again, right in front of Lyntryn and several of the other
girls who were around. Somehow she seemed more embarrassed to have Lyntryn watch
than the girls.
Lunch time came and she laid the tables, served the lunches and afterwards
cleared them away. Aisha was always served first and he remarked how nice it was
to be served by someone with such lovely tits and at the same time gave her
bottom a pinch. Had not she recovered quickly Aisha would have had his lunch in
his lap! Margot was her usual bitchy self. When Naomi served her she asked, "How
is your first day at work going dear?" It took a lot of self control for Naomi
not to dump the food over the bitch's tits but she knew she would be punished
for doing so. Instead, she smiled and said, "Probably better than yours will
tomorrow."
By the time lunch was over Naomi felt starving. She'd had nothing to eat or
drink since breakfast, she'd been worked hard and had seen all the others eat.
"Do tryns eat?" she wondered as she stacked plates on a trolley. Her question
was answered when she wheeled them in the kitchen. In a back room she hadn't
seen before, two long tables were set and almost all the tryns were sitting
around them. There wasn't much space left. Lyntryn scrambled laughing into an
opening leaving Naomi standing but immediately a tryn on the other table
shouted, "Come on. Space for you here!" "I'm Fentryn," he introduced himself and
then Evntryn on the other side of her.
It was perhaps the jolliest meal she'd had for a long time. The tryns who seemed
so quiet and subdued around the satyrs were full of life when on their own. Amid
jokes and laughter they tried to find out a little about Naomi and where she
came from. Surprisingly, given they had no sexual feelings, Fentryn and Evntryn
played with her tits. Perhaps this was more because none of them had such
appendages and hers were large and pliable.
It seemed they had just one hour break for lunch, then it was back to work
again. First she just had to use the loo but instead of being allowed back into
the satyrs area she was directed to the tryns toilet block. It was much the same
except there were no urinal. The tryns had a small pee hole between their legs
and had to sit the same as women.
For the afternoon, Lyntryn took her to the foyer area and they swept the floor
clean. It was colder there and Naomi shivered a little but the effort of
sweeping kept her fairly warm. Outside she could hear the waves crashing on the
rocks. She wondered if the sun was shining and then what she would have been
doing had she not been abducted. A playful smack on her arse brought her back to
reality.
Next was the bedroom. No satyr made his own bed and many of the sheets were
soiled so she and Lyntryn changed them. A couple were occupied. Mary was again
being mated but her owner was nearly finished. When he left her, Naomi asked if
they could do her bed. "Of course," Mary replied, "I'll give you a hand. I'm not
all that sore. More tender. How about you?"
As they made the bed and Lyntryn worked on another, they were able to chat like
civilised people for the first time. At the health farm it was more snobbish
chat where each tried to add to her status. Here it was all equal pegging. No
one had any more authority than the other. Miko, Mary's owner came back and saw
she was working and left. He wouldn't need her until his balls filled again.
With Mary's help the beds were soon made and the floor cleaned.
"I would dearly like to make the 'fit bitch' an apple pie bed" remarked Mary,
"But we'd all suffer. Freo isn't very good tempered and nor is she."
"What is apple pie bed?" Lyntryn asked
"You fold the sheets halfway down" Mary answered. Lyntryn seemed to think for a
moment and then laughed. "I think I do it to Evntryn tonight!"
It was the toilet block's turn next. Mary stayed with them but they noted she
declined to help clean any of the pans although she did help to wash the floors.
Jenny came in walking like a woman in her nineties. "Did Zeik put salve on you?"
asked Naomi.
"Yes, but barely. And he did it as roughly as he could. I didn't ask to be
brought here and now I keep being punished for something that isn't my fault.
All I want to do is to go back to my children." She broke down at the thought
and started sobbing yet again.
"Me too," said Mary "I have a young baby and he won't know me if I am away for a
year." Tears came to her eyes too.
Kerch came in. He'd been on an exercise flight and was sweating profusely.
Grabbing Naomi he ordered her to shower with him. She was glad she was able to
shower too as the days activities had left her grubby. Of course the close
proximity and the stimulation of Naomi's washing gave Kercher a full erection.
Without waiting to dry he carried her to the bedside cupboard and entered her
doggy style and without ceremony. Fortunately the play in the shower had made
Naomi horny too so she was able to take him without too much trouble. After five
minutes or so of heavy fucking, Kercher pulled out for a few seconds and Naomi
rolled on to her back and opened her legs for him. She preferred it when she
could see what was happening. Kerch grunted and entered her again. Naomi sat up
a little and watched the large cock as it slid in and out of her cunt. Soreness
was giving way to pleasure and she began thrusting her hips to me the oncoming
cock. Reaching out, Kercher grabbed Naomi tits and squeezed and manipulated them
until she was moaning with ecstasy. She climaxed twice before Kerch shot his
load deep in side her.
"That's how you should do it bitch." Freo's remark to Margot brought Naomi back
to reality. "My God," she thought, "I've been putting on another exhibition."
Her whole body went beetroot red but inside her she felt satisfied. Never before
had sex seemed so good.
Kerch sent her back to Lyntryn to continue her duties. Again she was made to
serve the others at dinner time. Fit bitch started to make snide comments but
Freo picked her up and with, "When you learn to perform like she does and earn
your dinner then you can eat." Freo took her through to the bedroom and shortly
the sound of a hard spanking mingled with cries of "No! No more! Please, no
more!" Soon only sobbing could be heard and when Freo returned to the table, the
continued conversation drowned the sounds from the bedroom.
******
"Morning Kercher, Morning Naomi." Aisha greeted the early risers. "Did you sleep
better?"
"Yes Sir, thank you."
"Perhaps we will have to make you do all the work again then," Aisha remarked.
For a moment Naomi looked worried. It had been hard work although she hadn't
minded too much and there hand been compensations especially with the tryns whom
she had come to know and like. Then she saw the smile on Aisha's face. In the
few hours she had been with them she had learned that there was humour behind
the stern exterior of the satyrs, more in some than others.
"Sir?" she asked tentatively, "Would it be possible for me to go with Kercher
when he goes out flying later please? I did a lot of work yesterday and an hour
or so off in the fresh air would do me good. Mum's to be should get plenty of
fresh air."
Aisha looked at her quizzically. "The wind is strong today and you would
probably get pneumonia so that wouldn't be very healthy for a young lady."
"There are warm army combat suits in the tryns store room that I could wear. I
wouldn't catch cold."
"What do you think young Kercher? Do you want to have this heavy weight on your
back?" Naomi was surprised that he was even considering it. She had asked
without any real hope of it being granted.
"Well Sir, I don't mind the extra weight, it might help build my muscles more
and the wind has dropped a lot since yesterday. Perhaps we ought to be ready in
case we have to move from here."
"If we let Naomi go, then the others will want to too. Some might want to make a
suicide attempt. We do want them to go the full term with their babies and we
don't yet know how many natural miscarriages will occur."
"Sir, I am sure these are all things that can be resolved. The main thing to get
healthy babies is to have healthy mothers and keeping them cooped up underground
isn't conducive to good health. Please let me go out with Kercher for a while. I
promise I'll make up the work time." Naomi pleaded her case further.
Aisha appeared to consider for a while before answering, "Go and see Quetryn and
get kitted out."
"Thank you, thank you, Sir." Naomi jumped up and gave the old satyr a kiss which
startled and yet pleased the old one.
Naomi appeared at breakfast wearing her camouflaged army combat suit. It was
produced for cold weather conditions so the base personnel could go out in any
weather. She had also found a pair of boots and a beret that fitted at least the
boots fitted if she wore two pairs of thick socks. It was really far too hot to
wear inside the chamber but it seemed to give her status and she was showing
off. It made the others more conscious of their nudity.
Her dress elicited comments from some of the group but most were either
concerned for their own welfare or said jokingly. "Are we all going to have
combat training now?" "Are you on outside fatigues today?" "Where are your
sergeant's stripes?" Lyntryn heard the last remark and came back a few minutes
later with a pair of stripes which he pinned to her arm, much to the amusement
of the others. Throughout the questioning, Naomi never revealed the real reason
for her wearing the suit. Her companions just assumed she was going to be made
to work outside.
By the time breakfast was over, Naomi almost regretted wearing the suit. She was
sweating profusely. "Tomorrow," she thought, "I'll put it on just before we
leave."
Kerch stepped through the daughter door set into the main entrance on to the
narrow ledge. For a moment, Naomi almost panicked as she looked down at the
rocks and seas breaking far below but then Kercher jumped, spread his wings and
they were airborne. Immediately he worked the updraft by the cliff face and rose
high in the air. Higher and higher he rose until Naomi could see the island
group laid out like a map below her. She was thrilled and pleased. "Where can we
go?" she shouted in Kercher's ear as the wind whistled through her hair.
"We have to keep away from people so we must fly mainly over the sea."
Naomi marvelled at how little Kercher flapped his wings as they circled and
soared. She estimated they had circled southwards and then eastwards back
towards land. In the distance she could just make out the long straggling
coastline of the Outer Hebrides. Kercher's sight was much better and he not only
saw the individual places and boats, he saw the people on them. All too soon it
seemed to Naomi, the St. Kilda group came in sight again and they swooped down
and around Hirta to land on the precarious platform at the entrance to the
chamber. Immediately a door opened to admit them. "Someone must be on watch,"
she thought.
Kercher carried her back into the lounge where she jumped off and in front of
the others, gave him a kiss and said "Thank you. It was really great."
"Where have you been?" enquired several of the girls. "Oh around and about over
the sea. Kerch needs some training flights to be able to carry heavier weights."
"You certainly qualify for the weight," laughed one.
"Do you know where we are?" asked another.
"Yep, about 40 miles from the Outer Hebrides. Way out in the Atlantic. You might
have seen that when you were carried in."
"Kept my eyes closed! Did you see any rescue boats?"
"No, nothing. Only a fishing boat and that was a long way off. Now I'd better
find Lyntryn and see what he wants me to do."
She was sent to clean Aisha's room and was there when the reports of a fishing
boat snooping outside the entrance came in. "They are looking at the entrance
very closely with binoculars Sir," the tryn told him. "Come with me Naomi and
see if you recognise any of the people."
Aisha led the way to a small room above the entrance. A long slit which from the
outside looked like a seam in the rock, gave them a good view of the area
outside. "I think the man with the camera is a reporter with the Inverness Echo.
Met him once at a function and have seen his picture in the paper a number of
times. Marshall something or other."
"That's bad news. If he knows or guesses we are here, it won't be long before
the whole pack are on to us." Aisha muttered. "They can't get in now but if the
wind continues to die and the sea calms, then they might just try and get up
here," he continued. "Keep a good watch Myatryn and let me know if anything
happens."
