The Bandit Stronghold

Grimm's eyes lazily opened, welcoming the morning sunlight. He stretched, took a deep breath, and started to sit up, only to realize that he was being held down.

It wasn't the cows: even though they'd fallen asleep on him the night before, they were gone now. No, he was bound, once again, arms and legs held tight by rope. Grimm huffed, annoyed. He'd woken up at one point in the early morning, and had considered making a break for it, but the combined weight of four women sleeping on top of him had put the kibosh on that idea. Hell, the weight of Daisy alone might have been enough to keep him grounded.

Okay, so not all of the cows were gone. Buttercup was currently sitting on his chest, using him as a chair. Her back was turned to him, which meant that her ass was sitting inches from his face... not that he would complain. She was dressed now, but that wasn't saying much.

At the sound of a waking grumble, Buttercup looked at Grimm over her shoulder. "Oh!" she said, smiling. "Good morning!"

"Good morning," Grimm said, sighing. "I assume we're leaving soon?"

"Yep! Gotta get to HQ."

His stomach grumbled. "I don't assume there's any food for me?"

Buttercup scrunched up her face, looking rather guilty. "Well... no."

Grimm gave her a look. "Not even after... last night?"

Buttercup's smile widened to a grin, cheeks flushing pink. She shrugged exaggeratedly. "Sorry!" She thought for a moment, humming. "Well, if you want..." One hand went to the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it up, exposing one breast. "I've still got some milk left!"

Grimm felt his cock twitch. "No, thank you... actually, I've got some bottles of milk in my food pack." He gestured vaguely with his head. "Could you bring me one? I don't want them to go bad."

With an exaggerated nod, Buttercup jumped up. "Sure thing!" She strolled over to another part of camp, or what remained of it -- the cows had made quick work of taking it down. Now everything was bundled up.

Buttercup dug through Grimm's pack and returned with a bottle of Mars's milk. She set the bottle on his chest, where it promptly rolled off and onto the ground. Grimm rolled his eyes. Buttercup giggled and picked it back up. She removed the top and angled it toward his face.

"Is this cow milk?" she asked, pouring some down his open mouth.

Grimm nodded.

"Oooo," Buttercup cooed. "From who?" She pulled the bottle from Grimm's mouth so he could answer.

"I doubt it's anyone you know."

"Girlfriend?" Buttercup giggled.

"Don't have one."

"A friend?"

"Not really."

"An enemy!"

"...not really that, either."

Buttercup scrunched up her face again. "Wow, you so got a random cow to give you her milk? You must be charming!"

Grimm chuckled, rolling his eyes. "A, it wasn't exactly a random cow. And B, didn't we fuck last night?"

Buttercup nodded, giggling. "Sure! I think you're charming!"

"But you said I 'must be.'"

"Well, Lennox says my brain shouldn't be trusted."

"Great." Grimm gestured toward the bottle with his head, prompting Buttercup to give him some more milk. He was beginning to feel like a hungry child begging its mother for food. He sighed, embarrassed at the thought.

Once the bottle was empty, Buttercup took it from Grimm's mouth and stood back up. "Well, we should get moving, huh? Can't keep the boss waiting!"

"I've gotta admit, I'm a little excited to meet her," Grimm said.

"She's cool!" Buttercup exclaimed. She turned to the rest of the camp. "Okay, guys! We should leave now!"

Lennox, Tats, and Daisy appeared, carrying the net. Like Buttercup, they were now fully clothed... actually, "fully" would not at all describe their garb, but whatever. The cows bantered amongst themselves as they bundled Grimm up in the net and set off toward their headquarters.

Grimm spent the next hour staring up at the sky, watching the birds, and generally enjoying his surroundings. He couldn't help but glance at his captors, who were keeping themselves occupied talking and joking amongst themselves.

He snapped out of his blissful state when they reached the bandit headquarters. They were deep in the heart of the woods, standing in front of a large wooden gate. A tall fence extended from either side of the gate, disappearing into the forest. Grimm could see a crude wood sign adorning the gate:

REESE'S RAIDERS
KEEP OUT

There were two cows standing... (and sitting) guard in front of the gate. Grimm was beginning to notice that Reese's Raiders seemed to favor certain hairstyles and fashion choices: one of the guards wore a messy green mohawk that contrasted sharply with her blotchy grey fur; the other was "bald" and adorned her ears, nose, and brows with piercings. And of course, both were phenomenally stacked. Both guards seemed bored -- the bald one was leaning against the fence and drinking from a bottle of unidentifiable liquid, and the other was sitting in a chair parallel to her and reading what appeared to be a romantic novel.

"Hi guys!" Buttercup yelled as they approached. She waved wildly, nearly dropping the net. Lennox used her free hand to gently punch Buttercup in the arm.

The mohawked cow put her book down, using her finger to keep her page, and waved back. She was smiling. "Hey, Buttercup! Hey, ladies!" She glanced at Grimm, who awkwardly smiled at her. She raised an eyebrow and crossed her legs. "This Grimm, I take it?"

"Yep! Guess what we did? We --" Buttercup started to elaborate, but Lennox cleared her throat and spoke up.

"The boss around?" Lennox asked.

"Mmhmm," replied Mohawk. "Give us a sec and we'll open the gate."

Both guards stood up, walked to opposite sides of the gate, and activated a pair of pulleys that fed into the gate doors through holes in the fence. The gates opened, and Grimm's captors hauled him inside. Once they were in, the guards pulled the gate doors closed again.

There was a few minutes' walk from the gate to the headquarters proper. Grimm could see that it was an abandoned fortress -- Not bad for a goofy gang like this, Grimm thought.

"I think you're gonna like it here," Tats said, chuckling.

They soon reached the fortress, and were admitted inside.