Voices in the Dark

"Can you fucking believe it?" asked a voice in the darkness. "How fucking lucky are we?"

"Tell me about it," said another. So far Grimm could tell that his kidnappers were female. "Fuckin' look at him."

"Those muscles," said the first voice. "Shit. So much better than our usual haul."

"Right? Plus he's a bull. So much better. I feel like I've seen this guy before, or at least heard of him. I think he's a mercenary."

"Makes sense to me. Think he's on a job?"

"Probably. Think it's anything important?"

"Who gives a shit?"

"I was just wonderin'." She paused. "Hey Daisy, you grabbed his stuff, right?"

"You know I did," said a third voice. Daisy had a deeper voice than the other two. "Stop asking."

"It'll be a few more hours before we get to HQ," said the first voice. "Maybe we should set up camp soon."

"Sounds good to me," said the second voice.

"Fine," said Daisy.

"What do you think, Tats?" asked the second voice. "What do you wanna do?"

"I think I just wanna suck his cock," said a fourth voice, presumably belong to someone named Tats.

Then: laughter.

Grimm stirred some more. He was slowly winning a war of attrition against his eyelids, and could now see shadows, the moonlight, the vague shape of a forest surrounding him. He squirmed, flexing his fingers and toes, trying to regain control.

"Do you think the boss will pay us extra for this one?" the second voice asked.

Grimm's eyes flickered open. He could see the starry sky above him... obscured by a huge pair of tits.

For a moment Grimm thought he might be hallucinating, imagining holdovers from his milk dream. But he soon realized that, no, this was reality, and yes, there was a pair of breasts hovering over his face.

Grimm looked to the side, trying to scan his surroundings. More tits. A pair to his left, a pair to his right...

As the bull regained consciousness, he saw that there were two more figures walking ahead of him. It clicked: he was definitely being carried on something, and four individuals were working together, each holding a corner of the net or whatever he was lying on. He could now see and feel the rope binding him.

He could barely see his captors, but he could tell they were bovine: by the swishing of their tails, by the silhouette of their horns; was he being taken into cow country?

Grimm decided to fake being asleep. He couldn't risk a confrontation when he was so ****. He wedged his eyes shut and started snoring.

"I'm getting tired," said the second voice. "Can we set up camp?"

"Fuck it," said the first voice. "Let's do it. We'll go the rest of the way in the morning."

"Fuckin' A," said the second voice.

"Set him down -- carefully," said the first voice. Grimm could feel them lowering him to the ground, felt his back press against the grass and dirt.

The first voice continued giving orders. "Okay, cool. I'll get the bedrolls ready. Daisy, can you get some firewood?"

"Yeah," said Daisy.

"I'll make dinner when she gets back," said Tats.

"Awesome," said the first voice. "Buttercup, you're on guard duty."

"Nice," said the second voice, now known as Buttercup. "Can I, like --"

"We'll see. Boss didn't say we couldn't."

"Yo, Lennox," asked Tats, presumably referring to the first voice. "This guy has a lot of food on him. Should we just make that?"

"No, it looks like it's mostly stuff that can be eaten on the road. We should save it."

"I'll look for mushrooms, then."

"Cool." Lennox paused. "Alright ladies, let's hurry, 'cause it's late and I'm beat."

Grimm stifled a smile. Escape just got a lot easier.