It took physical effort to start to move after Lana's
bathtub interlude. Defying gravity, and standing on two feet was really
dangerous for me right at that time. Having spent the last several hour in
ninety-eight to one-hundred degree water, I was water logged and looked like a
wrinkled old prune. The soles of my feet being mostly callous, they were more
wrinkled than the rest of my skin; and were spongy to walk or stand on.
Needless to say, standing was an iffy proposition for a few minutes, but that
soon wore off as I squeezed the water out of my skin. "Why aren't fish
wrinkled, they stay in water all the time?" I wondered. Silly me.
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Voices were coming through the entry to Lana's room.
Women's voices, but what else did I expect in this city. The City of Towers,
was what the men called this place, due to the four towers which spired above
everything else around them. I was in the southwestern tower, the tallest of
the four.
The voices were low, but crystal clear from where I stood
just inside Lana's doorway.
"Well I'm not afraid to admit, I'm starting to get
the shakes. I just don't know if this is such a good idea, letting a man guide
us out there, he might just decide to turn us over to the first group we meet,
and be on his way."
"Why do you say that?" asked a second voice.
"Look at the way he came to be where he is today,
captured god knows how long ago, then made to live alone in a dungeon cell with
nothing for at least twenty-one months we know about. During that time, not one
word was spoken to him. Can you imagine almost two years without ever hearing a
voice spoken out loud?"
"That's true." said the second voice.
First voice, "Then twice a week to be drugged with
the food so he passed out for the whole night; while anywhere from three to
eight woman try to get his cock hard, so they can play "Sit on the
Cock", which usually doesn't work, because he's so drugged his body just
barely functions. There were those times when he got hard, but it never lasted
long enough, since there was never a time it did that the women in the cell
didn't have a fight over who got to sit on the thing.
Ninety-three percent of the time, his cock just went down
before the fight was over, and what did that ever do? Frustrate us, and
probably him, because we just couldn't take turns.
Those dreams in the dungeon were making a little more
sense now, but not much. If all these women wanted was a good prodding, why not
just walk into the cell, and say so, like Lisa had? The first one to try it got
boned right then, and as often as possible for the next week. I smiled at the
memory of Lisa and I, screwing like rabbits, as often as my little weapon would
rise to the occasion.
The second voice, "Ok, all that stuff happened to
Geof while he was in the dungeon. So what? If he remembers, it doesn't bother
him; and if he doesn't remember, it doesn't bother him either. I don't have any
idea why you're worried."
Voice one, "Because I am, he could be just playing
along so he can get out of here. Because he is probably just leading us to
believe he's with us, until we get out there, and then poof, he'll be gone!
Then where will be be?"
Voice two, "Out of this stinking city of women, run
by women, and oppressed by woman; away from this place where six old hags have
it their way or no way. If he does abandon us to some men, or even our fates,
if a man wants to have sex with me, I'll help him along. If I do that, maybe,
just maybe we'll get what we want anyway. And I know I like that cock of his.
It feels so good when he really runs it to me. I think I could live my whole
life eating, sleeping, doing any kind of work any man wanted me to do, just as
long as he used his cock on me like Geof does. I'd be in heaven."
The same voice continues, but lower. "Do you
remember when we used to dream of being kidnapped by the men, any man, or group
of men, and being screwed to death. One cock after the other. It wasn't so long
ago we dreamed of that night and day while we used to try and satisfy ourselves
with what the Counsel called a "Reasonable Facsimile" of a mans,
tool. Think about it, what if we've been lied to all these years, and men would
rather have sex with a woman, than kill her?
"What if it turns out that most men kill women on
sight, because the only women they ever see are the ones that go out into the
wilderness to kill men, meaning probably every time a man ever sees a woman,
it's in a kill or be killed situation."
First voice, "Yes, I know, that's all possible too,
but I'm still scared of what might happen if we run into some bad ones."
Second voice, "Why don't you stop thinking of all
the things that can go wrong; and think about if just some of it goes right,
the thoughts are much more pleasant, and so are the feelings."
First voice, "I wonder what's taking Geof so long
with Lana, they've been in there for hours."
Second voice, laughing, "Your vacillating, I'd
rather be reciprocating."
First, "I wonder, is it possible for him to
duplicate the performance he gave with Toni this morning. He sure slipped it to
her in some kind of record time."
Second, "If everyone is telling the truth, and I
think for the most part we are, Geof is worth twice his weight in gold."
First, "How is that?"
Second, "Think about it, he can slip to a woman
almost before she can get set to take it, and deliver his load within
twenty-five seconds, and he's also able to forestall his own climaxing to keep
a woman who needs more than just a quick prodding, vibrating with that thing
for hours at a time."
First, "That seems to be true."
Second, "I wonder what it would be like to have him
decide you're going to climax for an hour or two for some reason. He's done
that too."
First, "Can you imagine the ego it takes to make
love to one woman for as long as it takes, then go to another and let her
service him, while he stays around, then grab another he happens to see and
drive the rest of us crazy as he screws her so hard and long she vocalizes
every thrust into her, like a telegraph."
Second, "Lavern said when that happened, it was with
his nose, or maybe his fingers."
First, "Now think about the fact that he laid with
Lana, then sent Lavern on a two hour screamer because he wanted to; then
finished by making Tina have climaxes for seven hours while he slept! Now
that's incredible."
"Yes it is."
"No, the incredible part is this; When we asked
where Tina was this morning, he told us she was hanging out in the
library."
"Yea, he did, didn't he?"
"Get this, he was serious, Tina is hanging from the
chandelier, with her pussy out in the open waiting for him to come back
sometime today and send her over into another six or eight hours of multiple
orgasms. Not only that, but he'll sleep, while she provides all the motions
she'll need, to leave him covered in her pussy fluids."
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