Friday the Rabbi Slept. I'd never though of myself as a
particularly religious man, but sometime during the past few months, I'd become
a believer.
The whole problem was that I didn't know what it was I'd
become a believer in. I used to believe in what the men I'd always lived with
believed and taught me to believe.
Somehow it didn't seem right. At least not now living
like royalty, almost.
On the other hand, the longer I stayed in this tower
prison, which is what it was, the more I had to believe that these women didn't
have the answer either. I wasn't sure why, but in their own way they seemed to
have the whole thing twisted up as badly as the men I'd been raised with.
Funny, but I had that same old Damned if I do, Damned if
I don't feeling. I didn't know what the problem was here in this woman's city,
but they had some kind of a problem here.
What was it? What was wrong with the picture? Nothing, if
you ignored the little things.
*** *** *** *** ***
Tina woke me up early in the afternoon.
"Bad dreams?" she asked.
"Yea, bad dreams." was all I said.
Tina still wanted to be tied to the bed. She also still
wanted my cock, still hadn't gotten pregnant, and I still wasn't allowed to go
down more than four floors if you counted the one we were on.
I was laying there trying to think it out, and all I
could do was go in circles. Tina shifted her body slightly under mine and I
slipped into her as if she were an old glove. Comfortable and warm.
I grinned at her as she coaxed my cock into her and then
teased me till I came. She did that on a regular basis, and it made me feel
like I was home where I belonged when she did it to me, but it still seemed a
little cockeyed.
On the other hand, if you really looked at it, the whole
damn world was cockeyed anyway. I just didn't know what to believe anymore.
What do I mean, anymore, when was it I did know what to believe?
I got up and wandered around the room we were in. I liked
this room, it was comfortable. I still felt like there was something wrong with
the picture. Hmmm.
Today was the first time I'd had that dream since I came
here several months before. All the time I'd been in the dungeon it had never
bothered me. Why today? What was it that had triggered the old doubts, the old
dreams?
I shook myself and walked back to the bed in the center
of the room. I sat down on the edge and looked down at the woman who was laying
there. For some long moments I just looked at her face while she looked back at
mine. She was still like I'd left her, her robes laying open, her body exposed
to my view or touch, or anything else I wanted to do to her.
Suddenly I asked her if she didn't miss the freedom of
before I'd taken her from the kitchen?
Tina though for a long time before she gave me an answer.
"In a way yes, but mostly no."
"That doesn't make sense, Tina."
"I know, but the question your asking is a hard one
to answer."
A pause to think.
"Because you think of freedom as the ability to move
around, and I think of freedom as something else, something, different."
"Tina, your talking in riddles."
"I'm sorry"
"Jesus, why don't you stop being sorry, and just
answer the question?"
"Because I don't know what it is you want me to
say."
"That's the point Tina, I don't want you to say any
particular thing. What I want you to say is the truth."
"Good, now tell me what the truth is, and I'll tell
you that."
"Fuck It!"
"Geof, we can do that. All you have to do is come
lay with me, and we can fuck it."
Now I knew why the dreams and frustration were back. I
looked down at the woman again and she smiled and squirmed under my gaze. I
wasn't getting anywhere like this, talking in circles.
I smiled absently as I leaned across Tina and closed my
eyes. Tina's body shifted slightly as she accommodated mine. I laid there for a
time with my head on her belly, then rolled, so I was looking down her body
towards her toes. As I lay there I began to smell her pussy. What the hell I
thought to myself, and dipped my fingers into her pussy and attacked her clit.
Tina giggled and then caught her breath as I pinched the
little button of nerves.
I got up untied the ropes and walked away from her
towards the door.
*** *** *** *** ***
Tina followed me as I strode down the hall and climbed
the stairs to the attic. We searched the attic again very closely and slowly,
stopping to inspect every item me came across. I had no idea what I was looking
for and told Tina so, when she asked.
She sat on one of the low stools nearby and watched as I
continued to look in, under, at, behind, and at every item I uncovered in the
apartment attic.
I was tiring, and my search had so far not turned up one
thing of interest. I finally came to Tina and sat by her as she toyed idly with
the silk ropes she still had on her wrists and ankles. I smiled at the memory
of how I had taken the woman from the kitchen and had bound the lovely creature
to a bed in an unused room. At the time I had thought she would run as soon as
she were left alone for an instant, but she didn't.
That was it.. Now I knew! What, at least in part, was
wrong with the picture. I grinned more to myself than at Tina and despite her
objections, removed the bindings from her.
Tina pouted visibly.
"You released me. Now I suppose you want me to
go."
Her voice was small and shaking as she spoke.
"Are you afraid?" I asked, while in my mind I
tried to reason a motive for fear on her part.
"Yes." was the small, matter of fact reply.
"Of what?"
Tina looked at me like I were losing my mind for a
moment. I watched her face as her thoughts sequentially changed the expression
it wore. Some of her faces were fleeting, while others remained for a time.
I began to interpret her introspect, and then though
better of it. I'd tried to talk with her on several occasions about the ways of
her people, but she had skirted the issue at the time. I told myself to let her
think, and she might answer all my questions willingly.
At the time I had questioned her, she had been in a
secure, if not comfortable position. Now she was worried, and the only change
as far as I could see was that her position was more comfortable, if not so
secure.
My eyes popped open as I realized that was it. Security.
She felt secure while she was secured. The thoughts continued until I confused
myself.
Finally Tina asked what we would do now. I looked around,
and replied, "Keep searching."
Tina rose from her place and began to inspect the drawers
of a tall cabinet. "Empty", was all she said as she moved to a rather
impressive desk standing next to the chest. I grunted my reply as I pulled the
heavy cover back over a table I'd been inspecting.
"Why in gods name are these covers so heavy?" I
asked as I strained to pull it into place, "All they do is keep the
furniture from gathering dust while it's stored here."
"I don't know, it doesn't make much sense to me
either." came her reply.
I stopped what I was doing while I looked at her and
suddenly realized she was just in the dark about what was wrong as I was.
Sinking back into my own thoughts I wrestled with the heavy protective cover.
If Tina thought these coverings were far too heavy for
their use, then in her experience she had probably seen furniture in storage
and the covers she saw must have been much lighter than these. Hmmmm.
I didn't know what it meant, probably nothing, but I was
determined to solve the mysteries this city of women seemed to be full of.
For instance, who had built this city with its towers and
dungeons? Who had they been and what was their purpose in building this place?
How had they built it?
"Those are fine questions," I told myself,
"but first you better figure out the mystery of the present occupants, and
exactly what their game is."
Something told me these women, or at least the ones in
power, weren't just interested in me for my abilities as their gigolo. Besides,
if that were the one and only reason for my captivity, there would also be a
contingent of medical and maybe scientific types lurking about.
I was sure of it now, these women had more on their minds
than pregnancies. Much, Much more.
What I couldn't understand was why this young woman, and
Lisa were different than the rest. Both Tina and Lisa seemed more honest than
the others. So did Flow and the kitchen overseer who had sent Flow with me to
take care of Tina. They all seemed like they were honest about what they told
me, and that had been very little so far.
Maybe it was my imagination but they seemed to be
genuinely trying to answer my questions on the one hand, but terribly afraid to
do so on the other. Up until now I had thought it was just their nervousness,
but now I began to wonder if it weren't really fear. Hmmm...
Tina soon came to me and sat by as I finished my
thoughts. When I came back to the present she told me it was getting near the
dinner hour and we should go down from here. I looked out the windows and
judged she was probably correct. The sky seemed to be dimming, although not yet
darkened.
As we left, she picked up the ropes she seemed to be
attached to and we descended to the apartment below.
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