Tina and the others had fashioned a block and tackle
affair for each of the six of them, then hung the devices along the tree limb
at about two foot intervals. They were in the process of hooking themselves up
when I turned to them. I smiled thinking there was probably never a more
willing group of prisoners than these six! But I'm also sure there were no more
gentle jailer than myself either.
I started at the left end of the line, with Debbie, who
was closest to tree. I groped her body until she all but lost her legs. When
she could barely stand, I checked her knots, then raised her into the air. She
spun slowly as the ropes adjusted to her weight, then hung still in her
bindings, with her arms pinioned to her sides, her legs were pulled up and out,
exposing her wonderfully eager pussy to my un-hindered access and attention,
and her feet were held securely to the cheeks of her desirable ass.
Next was Lavern. I gave her the same treatment as Debbie,
except I didn't quit when her legs gave out. Instead I laid her gently on the
ground and stayed at her until she was shaking violently from the aftershocks.
When I raised her she was not aware of herself, and regained her composure to
find herself hung similarly exposed to my attention next to Debbie.
Toni was presenting her pretty woman's ass to me when I
turned to her, so I boned her for my own pleasure, and left her still humping
at the air when I pulled her from the ground.
Tina was next to go up, who I made particularly sure was
in desperate need of satisfaction. I took her to the brink of climax, then
raised her like the others. Here eyes were glazed with desire when I left her
to steam in her need for un-fulfilled release. I smiled to myself, thinking how
she would react to my touch when I got back to her.
Then it was Lana's turn. I made sure the redhead was
coming before I raised her up, and then drove her over the edge again as I
abused her distended, helplessly, exposed clit. Lana was flowing from her
pussy, and dripping sweat by the time I released her sensitive bundle of over
stimulated nerves from my teeth's grip. Besides, she had finally given forth a
wonderful series of screams that would convince any listener she was in dire
pain.
It amused me that Lana was serving the purpose that she
had put Cindy at my disposal before our departure, so I returned to her just as
she began to calm down, and repeated the performance for good measure. The
interesting thing was that she was so caught up in the good feelings of my
abuse, that she never did figure out what she had been used for! Poetic
justice?
Last to be hung for the night was Cindy, who I quietly
told to relax herself in preparation for anal intercourse, which of course made
her instinctively tighten her ass.
When all six of them were hung helplessly against my
attacks I went up and down the row, sending two at a time into their own little
heavens with my fingers. I made a game of keeping them all bucking on that tree
limb at the same time.
It was a great game, and I know the women liked it,
because they smiled their pleasure down at me, while I drove them into their
frenzy with the attention I paid their sexual organs. One by one they all went
to there dreams, dripping their juices on the grass under them, but not before
each of them had raised her voice in sustained screams of lust. I hoped their
screams would be interrupted as screams of pain by the men watching and waiting
out in the darkness.
*** *** *** *** ***
Later that night I was awakened when someone hit the trip
line I'd set up at the entry to our depression, which jerked the pillow from
under my head. The men who were following us had finally come to call. They
weren't quite ready for the welcome they got. But then, I wasn't ready for the
news they carried either.
*** *** *** *** ***
The men were dumbfounded by the scene they found when
they came into the depression, and found all six of the women hanging exposed
to the men's view, with the single male nowhere to be seen. Their shock was so
complete they didn't even bother to lie about their number, when I finally made
myself known to them and asked.
"Five." replied their leader, still looking at
the women displayed before him. "We were sure you were their prisoner, as
we followed you for the past four days. Now we see we're wrong about that, but there
is one thing we want to know."
"What's that?" I asked.
"How is it that one man has captured six women at
once?"
"I didn't," I replied, "I captured them
one at a time."
"Where?" came the incredulous response.
"In the City of Towers, where else?" I asked.
"That's hard to believe! You're telling us you went
into the city and came away! That's incredible. But to do so with six beauties
such as these," the speaker indicated the six women hanging before us,
"is beyond believing!"
"Yes, it is." I replied, "but if you will
sit with me, I will try and tell you the story of how this came to be. In the
end, you will see I haven't lied to you. But before I begin, how many did you
say are in your band?"
"Five. We three," indicating the three other
men in the depression with me, "and two more watching from a distance
away."
"Five is all." I said.
"Yes, five." their spokesman continued,
"We are the watchers from across the dead zone."
I was silent for a time, while I took in the meaning of
what they had just told me. The men from across the dead zone were mostly
renegades who had no desire to fight in the wars of men and women. This was the
first time I'd ever met any from that area, and was confused by their presence
so far south.
One of the men left the depression, and came back with
the other two. We settled down for a talk, just in front of the six, silently
sleeping women, who were hanging securely in their bonds.
*** *** *** *** ***
I spoke first, "Since you have crashed in where your
help isn't needed, suppose you tell me your story first. After all by your own
admission, you are well out of your own territory, and we," I indicated
the six hanging forms, "are at least near ours."
"Fair." said their spokesman, who was making
himself comfortable to talk.
"Our story starts several years ago, when many of
the men gathered for the first time in memory. It had been a very long time
since the last couple came our way seeking refuge from the political oppression
of the south land. It had been much longer than that since any who came were
followed across the dead zone by either group of oppressors. Men, or
women."
"We are one of several groups who have been sent
south to find out what is happening, and are to report back when we can."
He paused for a moment as Tina stirred in her sleep, then continued when she
was again quiet. "A secondary purpose of our mission was to capture some
women, if possible, and bring them back to the northland for breeding purposes.
Our numbers are dwindling rapidly and soon, there will be no humans left to
carry on our race if we don't!"
I asked, "And how do you propose to capture any
women? They always leave their city in a group, and will not allow themselves
to be taken easily."
The question was returned, "Then how did you come to
have six women as your captives?"
"That is a long, long story, and one you will be
hard pressed to believe, I'm sure."
"Why is that?"
"Because, it is I who am the captive."
The five men stared at me and then at the six women, then
back, saying, "But it is they who are in chains! How can this be?"
They spoke almost in unison
"It can be, and is, but you are in no danger from
them." I indicated the women and myself as I spoke, "Or me, for that
matter, so lay down your weapons." Then, after a short pause,
"Please."
The men slowly relaxed as they sat back to listen, laying
their weapons close at hand.
I began slowly, telling what I could remember of my
capture, several years before. Then of my imprisonment in the dungeons of the
City of Towers, including the dreams I began to have. Then of how I had given
up hope of ever seeing daylight again. The men interrupted only occasionally,
to clarify one point or another, and I was able to tell the most of my story
without undue delay.
When I had finally finished my tale, they told me of what
had happened outside the cities since the time I was captured. Nearly all of
the men were driven from the areas around the cities. Most of those who
survived the last attacks of the women's armies, had moved to deep into the
eastern mountains. They are still living there dug in against any further
attack, and totally immersed in their terrible hatred of all women.
"That's why we followed you." The men's
spokesman was saying, "You're going straight into the wilderness!" He
paused for effect, and to catch his breath. "We don't believe there are
any people living out that way at all!" After another short pause he continued.
"It didn't make any sense to us why you would be headed this direction, so
we followed you."
The second in command took up the narrative, "We
have been slowly gaining on you, and this evening when we heard what sounded
like screams, we came into your camp to help if we could, and find out what
your group is doing going this direction."
"Our plan," I related, "was to go into the
wilderness, and start a community of both men and women, who live together in
peace, bear children, and populate the earth as it was intended we
should."
The five men looked between themselves, then at me.
"How can you populate a country with only one man, and six captive
women?"
"We can't, and don't expect to!" The five men
jumped out of their skins. It was a woman's voice that said those words.
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