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Archive name: bounty2.txt (MFF, preg)
Authors name: Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)
Story title : Bountyville - 2

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Bountyville - 2 (MFF, preg)
By Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)

***

Ardent feminist scholar Bella Ramble travels west to 
wreak havoc on famous polygamist Uriah Bounty. However, 
Bella finds the wives of Uriah surprisingly happy with 
their lives, and finds her cold demeanor slowly slipping 
away under their influence... (inspired by "The 
Patriarch" by Nick, and Homer Vargas) 

In fact, a plan was formulating in Bella's mind even as 
she sat at the dinner table; if Betty really was 15, she 
was under the legal age of consent in this state. All 
she would need was a birth certificate, and she would 
have the entree for legal action against Uriah Bounty.

But to get that, Bella would have to be as polite and 
sociable as she could manage. With exceptional patience, 
then, she listened as Hera explained the theory and 
merits of polygamy (or more specifically, polygyny), and 
helped the pregnant woman with little tasks around the 
house as she did so. According to Hera, God very 
definitely endorsed polygamy in the Bible (did the King 
of Israel not have multiple wives? And did God not fail 
to chastise the king for polygamy, even as He chastised 
the king for his other sins?). Further, polygamy was 
good for women because it lightened the burden of work 
for each wife in the household. It was a woman's destiny 
to make babies, "to be fruitful and multiply", and this 
was infinitely more satisfying to Hera than any cold and 
sterile life as a professor.

Bella kept her rebuttal to herself--that men were 
inherently weak, and had no business asserting dominion 
over women. Bella liked toying with men in general, and 
teasing Bernie in particular; on the odd occasion she 
let him fuck her--always outside her window of 
ovulation--she took a special delight in making him 
pause, right in the middle of his ardor, to roll on a 
condom. Of course, the Pill did not appeal to Bella, as 
it obviously did to Lydia; given a chance, Lydia would 
happily prattle on about how much she loved to fuck her 
husband Fred, and loved to feel his sperm squirt away 
inside her. For Bella, that was just bizarre; even when 
she wasn't fertile, it made her skin crawl to think of 
untold millions of male sperm cells swimming away inside 
her, defiling the perfect temple of her body. 

Strangely, though, Bella could feel her simmering rage 
toward Uriah starting to ebb as the days went by. At 
first she couldn't quite place the cause of it, but more 
than once she woke up in the middle of the night, 
hearing what sounded like people humping in the bedroom 
next door. The first time Bella heard it--resting under 
the pink covers in her black satin nightshirt and 
panties--her heart raced with the thought that it might 
be Uriah himself (the great bastard!) humping one of his 
wives. But no, the voices were clearly female. And, as 
this continued night after night, Bella soon realized 
just who was doing it-- Ruth and Sarah.

And it wasn't like they were just cuddling, either; 
Bella could hear the cunt-slapping sex right through the 
wall (evidently, both were taking turns using a strap-on 
dildo)-- and the shuddering screams when both women came 
to climax.            

The strange thing was, it was actually very arousing for 
Bella. At first--in her paranoia--Bella suspected a pair 
of old stereo speakers, hung in the corners of her room, 
might be broadcasting subliminal messages to break down 
her willpower. However, that did seem a little far-
fetched. It was more likely that her own sexual 
frustration--compounded by the slap-happy pleasure of 
the wives next door--was to blame. And indeed, it was 
not long before Bella found her hand sneaking into her 
own panties; the very situation was arousing--while the 
hugely-pregnant Hera, Betty and the children were 
sleeping downstairs--Ruth and Sarah were going at it 
like a pair of sugared-up teenagers. 

As if the situation wasn't arousing enough, though, 
Bella soon discovered that she could actually watch the 
sex through a peephole in her closet. And--although 
Bella had heard that watching sex was only arousing to 
men--the sight of Ruth spearing Sarah with an eight-inch 
strap-on dildo was enough to make her cream her panties 
on the spot. To Bella's amazement, both Ruth and Sarah 
were dolled up like proper sluts--Ruth in a red corset 
and Sarah in a black push-up bra, with both in high-
heeled sandals--and Bella startled herself with the 
force of her own climax, blasting a flood of vaginal 
juices across her thighs as she rubbed her clitoris. It 
was only by a sheer force of will that she kept her 
climax quiet, stuffing her wrist in her mouth, and she 
was careful to creep back into her bed while the women 
were still fucking, so the sound of the floorboards 
creaking would not be so obvious as she made her way 
back across the room in the dark. 

In fact, it was hard for Bella to pretend she didn't 
know what was going on during the daytime, when Ruth and 
Sarah both dressed in dowdy farm-wear, and were almost 
demure in their conduct. This was puzzling, but Bella 
started to understand a little after the next Sunday 
service at the Bountyville Church. Bella herself was not 
allowed to go; Sarah politely explained that the 
"uninitiated" were not allowed inside the church. To an 
extent, this was disappointing; Bella knew that Uriah 
himself was a minister of the church, and it would have 
been a nice opportunity to finally meet him, but she 
satisfied herself with a fruitless search for Betty's 
birth certificate while the rest of the household was 
gone. On returning from church, it was clear that all 
the wives were giddy from their latest close encounter 
with their husband.

"That was some testifying!" Ruth said.

"I'll say," Sarah agreed; "I especially liked that part 
about the Song of Songs."

"Oh my," Betty said, bashfully, "all those breasts!"

"Pardon me," Bella said, "I don't mean to intrude, but 
what was that about the Song of Songs?"

"Oh, that's Uriah's favorite scripture," Hera said, 
fanning herself; "it's all about the pleasure a man 
takes in his wife, and vice versa. Some people say it's 
actually about Christ's love for his church, but we know 
better..."

"Really."

"Uh-huh. In fact, Uriah believes it's natural for a 
woman to have pleasure--even if her husband isn't 
handy."

Betty blushed at that, and Bella got the sense this was 
not an appropriate subject to be discussing in front of 
the children anyway. Leaning in close to Hera, she 
whispered her next question.

"Are you talking about...masturbation?"

"Well, that. But it doesn't hurt, sometimes, to make it 
a sister act."

"I see," Bella said, glancing at Sarah and Ruth.

* * *

Much as it pained Bella to admit it, it was clear that 
Ruth and Sarah were enjoying some pretty hot sex--and 
she wasn't. Of course, to be honest with herself, Bella 
had never had any really good sex, but it flew in the 
face of her theory of oppressed polygamous wives that 
they were having so much fun.

If nothing else, Bella could watch, and she took every 
opportunity to do. Although it was clear that the women 
missed Uriah--more than once, they giggled as they 
recollected getting skewered by his baby-maker, clearly 
anticipating his return--it was also clear that this was 
more than just a substitute for his absence. In addition 
to using the strap-on dildo, they also ate each other's 
pussies, and nuzzled each other's ample bosoms, and 
sometimes they kissed like lovers. What was more, Betty 
and Hera were both brought in on the action at least 
once while Bella was watching--Betty in a jet-black 
teddie, and Hera buck-naked; in fact, Hera had described 
scenes somewhat like this in her novel-- explaining that 
a loving husband would not begrudge his wives their own 
pleasure while he was away--but still it was stunning to 
see the aging lady lying there beside Sarah, with a 
plastic cock in her cunt and her babies visibly kicking 
in her belly.

And so it might have gone on indefinitely--with Ruth and 
Sarah fucking, and Bella surreptitiously frigging 
herself in the closet-- had Bella not finally revealed 
herself. One night--while Sarah was pumping Ruth from 
behind--Bella was stunned to see Sarah begin to lactate 
spontaneously, squirting her milk onto her lover's back. 
Bella was stunned; the milk didn't simply trickle out, 
but squirted forth in solid streams, and Bella wondered 
in her own mind what it might feel like to have her own 
boobs swollen fat with milk. Despite herself, Bella felt 
her cunt explode with a fierce, clenching action, and 
she cried out helplessly, banging the wall of the closet 
even as she fought to contain herself.

A moment later, Bella crumbled to the floor in a heap, 
certain she'd been heard. And sure enough, a few moments 
later, Sarah knocked on the door, asking Bella if she 
was all right. Helpless to answer--still rattled by her 
climax--Bella could only watch as Sarah then opened the 
door--letting in light from the corridor-- and flipped 
on the light in Bella's room. Ruth was with her, too--
Bella heard their high heels clopping across the wooden 
floor--and Bella was more than a little stunned by the 
sudden appearance of the nearly-naked women before her. 

Neither was wearing panties--Ruth's corset and Sarah's 
bra were their only concession to modesty--and Bella 
fairly gaped as she saw the strap-on dildo still hanging 
from Sarah's waist. Up close now, it seemed impossibly 
huge, like a big pink baseball bat between her legs.

"I think she'd like to fuck," Sarah said to Ruth.

"Would you like to fuck her?" Ruth asked Sarah.

"I think I would."

"Well, let's fuck her then."

Looking up at the strange women, Bella wanted to 
protest, but somehow she lacked the willpower. With 
startling strength, Ruth and Sarah dragged Bella up onto 
her bed, then pulled down her panties and lifted her 
nightshirt so both could take turns sucking her puss and 
her titties.

"She's all gooey," Ruth offered, lifting her face from 
in between Bella's legs.

"I'll bet she's tight, too," Sarah said, moving her 
dildo into position at the mouth of Bella's cunt; "she's 
got that look."

"Please..." Bella managed, "don't...!"

But Sarah simply tucked her rubber cock's head down in 
between Bella's labia, gave a little nudge to push 
through her vestibule, then sunk very suddenly deep 
inside her creaming hole. Bella's eyes shot open wide--
betraying the shock of the sudden penetration--and she 
let out a rattling scream, grasping Sarah by her upper 
arms even as Sarah started to fuck her.

"Oh, fuckkk...!!!" 

Intellectually, Bella knew the inside of her vagina 
wasn't very sensitive, but she had never been fucked 
like this--with a cock so huge and deep inside her, and 
she marveled at feeling so stuffed. But Sarah didn't let 
her rest. After plunging in deep, she paused a moment to 
let Bella feel it, then started fucking her fast and 
deep. Bella gasped--feeling Sarah punch her plastic cock 
into her belly--and it was clear from the start that 
Sarah meant business; with every plunging thrust, the 
plastic balls at the base of the dildo kissed her ass, 
and she was stunned by the simple fact that her cunt 
could stretch enough to take the whole cock.

"Oh--!"

SMACK!

"--fuck--!"

SMACK!

"--ohhh....!"

SMACK

"Fuckkk...!!!"

"Oh, you like that don't you?" Ruth said, kneeling next 
to Bella and playing with her tits.

"I think she likes it," Sarah said, answering for Bella.

"Ohhh..." Bella cried, looking up at Sarah, "you're 
making me cum...!"

"Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?"

Beside herself with dizziness, Bella couldn't quite 
articulate a response, but it did occur to her that 
she'd never had a proper orgasm without doing all the 
work herself. This was different, though; she could feel 
the base of the strap-on dildo battering her clitoris--a 
stimulation not so direct that it hurt, but certainly 
fierce and irresistible.

What made it really good for Bella, though, was a 
comment Sarah dropped to Ruth a moment later.

"Oh, it feels good...I can feel the strap rubbing my 
pussy..."

Realizing it was good for Sarah, too, finally pushed 
Bella over the edge. Her cunt began to spasm--clutching 
at the punishing plastic invader, and Bella wrapped her 
legs around Sarah to pull her closer, even as a flush of 
pleasure washed across her thighs and up her belly.

"Oh, fuuuuuck...!!!"

Delirious with pleasure, Bella barely noticed as Sarah 
reached her own climax, although she did feel her 
benefactor trembling between her legs. A moment later, 
Ruth came in her own spectacular fashion--rubbing her 
own pussy until a gush of fluid suddenly erupted from 
her cunt, and poured down her thighs in a flood of 
liquid pleasure.

"Thank you, Sarah," Bella said finally, catching her 
breath.

Sarah just smiled back, and Bella was only mildly 
startled when she bent down slightly to kiss her full on 
the lips. Her plastic dildo, after all, was still 
resting up to its hilt inside Bella, and it did seem 
very natural. 

For Bella, the whole world seemed to melt away in a 
moment of perfect bliss--but it didn't last for long. 
Just a moment later, the door flew open and Betty--the 
youngest wife of all--stood there panting in her 
nightgown.

"Sarah, Ruth--Hera's having her baby!" 

"Oh hell," Sarah said, popping her dildo out of Bella's 
pussy and rolling onto her feet; "have you called 
Maisie?"

Betty nodded.

"She's downstairs already."

"Good," Sarah said, finally unstrapping her dildo; "get 
back downstairs and look after the children--see they 
don't get in the way."

Again, Betty nodded, and dashed back downstairs. Ruth, 
in the meantime, had also bounced off the bed and looked 
as if she were going to follow Sarah downstairs, until 
Sarah stopped her.

"Actually, Ruth, why don't you help Bella find something 
appropriate to wear, then bring her downstairs?"

"That's a good idea," Ruth said, turning back to Bella 
as Sarah departed. "You know, Uriah always shows up 
every time a sister gives birth, so you ought to look 
special."

For some reason, the fact that Uriah himself would be 
downstairs made Bella's heart flutter, but she shook her 
head to clear it. Surely, she couldn't be aroused by the 
thought of meeting this creep...could she?

"Don't tell me you two are going to go downstairs 
dressed like that," Bella said.

"No, we'll change. But this is the first time Uriah will 
you see you; I think you ought to make a good 
impression...."

* * *

As Ruth rummaged through the closet in her room, Bella 
wondered what she could possibly pull out of the clothes 
collection there that would be "appropriate" for Bella's 
first meeting with Ruth's husband. Quickly, though, Ruth 
came up with a curious combination: a flouncy white 
peasant blouse with ruffles, a black leather miniskirt, 
and a pair of black sandals with stiletto heels and 
delicate straps that wrapped around her ankles.

"You look so cute!" Ruth said, after Bella put the 
clothes on; "I think you ought to dress that way all the 
time."

"You think so?" Bella said, turning around in front of 
the full-length mirror in the closet.

"Well sure. I mean it's you, but it's kind of softer 
somehow."

"I am kind of cute," Bella admitted to herself, turning 
around once again before the mirror. Without a bra, her 
ample bosom was very obvious, and her cleavage was 
clearly visible.

"Well, anyway," Ruth said, seeming to remember what was 
happening downstairs; "why don't you go downstairs now. 
You wouldn't want to miss the birthing!"

Although Bella didn't feel quite herself somehow, she 
did feel a strange sort of warmth nonetheless, clopping 
back downstairs in her high heels. The sandals were 
comfortable--they were actually more comfortable than 
her own pumps, since her pumps were bound to her feet by 
the pinching of her toes and heels--but more than that, 
she felt herself still glowing in the aftermath of her 
shattering climax. Before she knew it, she was standing 
next to Sarah at the door to Hera's bedroom, only 
vaguely aware that Sarah was back in her normal, 
nondescript cotton dress.

For Bella's attention was suddenly fixed on three forms 
before her--the hugely swollen Hera Decopolis on her 
back on her bed with her legs spread, the midwife Maisie 
Bounty (clearly pregnant herself), and the ruggedly 
handsome Uriah Bounty, kneeling beside the bed to hold 
Hera's hand. It was jarring to finally see Uriah before 
her in the flesh; somehow, the novel did not do him 
justice. 

Although he had to be in his fifties, with hair just 
graying at the temples, he seemed to fill the space 
inside the bedroom like a granite block of solid 
masculinity. Yet he was gentle, too; Bella sensed his 
concern for Hera as he held her hand--telling her to 
push--and Bella could see the trust in Hera's eyes even 
as Hera grunted and strained before him. Absently, Bella 
was aware of other things--Betty holding back the 
curious children, and another young woman assisting 
Maisie--but everything was secondary to a superpotent 
man and a loving wife trying to push two new babies into 
the world.

"You've got to push, Hera," Uriah said, softly; "isn't 
that right, Maisie?"

The midwife nodded, her focus rapt on Hera's dilating 
birth canal.

"Is Maisie one of your...'sisters'?" Bella whispered to 
Sarah.

"She's another wife of Uriah," Sarah whispered, "yes. 
She was trained as a nurse, which comes in handy."

"She looks like she's about ready to pop herself."

"Oh, no...she won't pop for another month yet."

"All right now, Hera..." Maisie said, "you've got to 
push!"

"Push, Hera," Uriah enjoined her, "push!"

"I'm pushing!" Hera replied, through her gnashing teeth; 
"unghhh...!"

"Oh, here it comes!" Sarah said.

And indeed, the crown of the first baby was just then 
appearing in Hera's birth canal. Despite herself, Bella 
bit her lip, wincing with sympathetic pain; the baby's 
head was so huge--how could it possibly pass through an 
opening so small? 

Yet there it was--the birth canal stretching wider, the 
baby's head pushing further-then suddenly the head was 
free, and the rest of the body came free in a single 
easy motion. 

Ruth, in the meantime, had finally come down to join 
them, and she was just as excited as Sarah.

"It looks like a boy!" Ruth said, watching as Maisie 
held the baby slightly downward, and Maisie's assistant 
moved around the bed to help her.

"Yes, it's a boy," Maisie confirmed, as the child 
started crying on his own. Uriah and Hera seemed 
delighted, but there was still another child inside to 
deliver so Maisie quickly handed the first child off to 
her helper. A few minutes later, the helper tied off and 
cut the umbilical cord, which--for some reason--made 
Bella very queasy.

"I think I'll just go sit down for a second," Bella 
said, moving to a nearby settee.

The other women seemed sympathetic, and Bella's nausea 
soon passed. Indeed, what she felt more than anything 
was shameful embarrassment; although she claimed to 
speak for all women in her lectures, this world of 
maternity was so alien to her--so strange. And yet, 
wasn't this the whole point of being a woman, to bring 
forth and nurture life?

Bella heard the birthing process continue in the 
meantime, and sensed the relief all round when the 
second child was finally born--a baby girl. In fact, 
Bella was also glad herself; for some reason, these 
people seemed to blessed with extraordinarily healthy 
and happy children, judging by the grown ones she'd 
seen, and she wondered: could this be the way life 
was...meant to be?

Lost in her reverie, Bella was caught by surprise 
several minutes later--staring down at her sandal-shod 
feet--when the very large boots of a man stepped into 
view and stopped before her.

"You must be Bella Ramble," Uriah Bounty said, as Bella 
lifted her eyes to look at him. "My wives have told me 
all about you."

Bella didn't know what to say at first. Standing with 
Ruth on one side and Sarah on the other, Uriah seemed 
impossibly tall from Bella's seated position.

"What'd they say about me?" Bella asked, finally.

"Well, they're right about one thing; you sure are 
purty."
Bella blushed.

"But why are we talking about me?" she said; "I should 
be offering congratulations, for your new arrivals."

"Thank you," Uriah said; "I suppose I should be getting 
back to Hera."
Uriah then turned as if to go, but then paused a moment-
- glancing back at Bella--and finally knelt down next to 
her. 

"I would like to speak with you again," Uriah said, his 
voice just above a whisper. "I understand you came from 
the same university as Hera?"

"Yes," Bella said, her heart beating fast; "I wanted to 
know more about...you."

"Well, the feeling is mutual. Will you be here 
tomorrow?"
Bella nodded.

"I'd like to see you in the front parlor, then; shall we 
say noon?"
Again, Bella nodded.

"Good."

A long, silent moment then passed, and Bella got the 
distinct impression that Uriah was sizing her up. 
Startled by her own modesty, Bella looked away shyly, 
then actually blushed as Uriah leaned in close to 
whisper in her ear.

"I forgot to mention, I like what you're wearing."

Then, finally--with the slightest hint of a smile--he 
stood up to return to Hera. For a moment, though, Ruth 
and Sarah lingered behind, still looking down at Bella.

"I told you he'd like her," Ruth said to Sarah.

"I think you're right," Sarah said. "He does tend to 
fancy the purty ones."

Whereupon the women turned to leave as well, leaving 
Bella thoroughly confused--but vaguely aware that 
tomorrow would be a very big day in her life.

Continued in part 3...

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