The Great Escape Chapter 3 Part 2 of 3

The Great Escape
Chapter 3 Part 2 of 3

"It's Annela. I expect you're hungry."

"Ravenous."

"I'll fetch you something."

"Thanks, but first I need the loo."

"What?"

"Toilet, lavatory, john?"

"Oh, the crapper! Here, I'll help you."

She led him out behind the hut toward the stream. Ezra stopped when he saw the 'crapper.' It was a crude bench over a pit dug beside the stream west of the camp, about twenty yards away.

"Is that your toilet? Out in the open? No privacy?" he asked.

Annela did not know why anyone would want privacy. Like most things in the Woodlanders' lives, visiting the crapper was a communal activity, but she wanted to respect Earth's customs.

"I'm sorry, Ezra, but that's how we do things. It is sanitary, I promise."

"I'm sure it is. Forgive me, please, Annela. I did not mean to criticize your customs; it's just that we do things differently on Earth."

Ezra's emergence from Annela's hut was noticed and quickly communicated around the camp.

Women suspended their tasks and came to stare at him under the pretext of learning how he was. How Ezra used a crapper would be as keen a subject of their curiosity as Ezra eating, talking, or walking.

When Annela realized this, she let him go alone to the stream and stayed to fend off his audience.

"Please, Ladies," Annela pleaded. It's an earthly custom for people to have privacy."

This information caused loud and incredulous comments, which alerted Mirselene. She came out of her hut determined to demand that Ezra not be offended by them. The Woodlanders reluctantly returned to their chores and only tried to sneak glances at Ezra as he struggled one-handedly with his trousers.

Ezra had smelled the crapper from nearby the huts. People using it would squat over some angled boards leading down into the stream or use the bench for balance or support. There were buckets of water and sponges to wash with. It was clear the effluence should be washed into the stream with water from the buckets, relying on the downstream flow to take it away from the camp.

Some things are the same for men everywhere in the galaxy. One is sitting on a crapper and thinking about the world's problems.

Ezra had profound thoughts about how man copes with the loss of modern technology. In the case of Samothea, civilization did not retreat just one or two steps but, in some things, regressed to the stone age, mitigated by whatever modern technology survived, such as the met alloplastic buckets, which were built to last.

He resolved that when his arm was better, he would build an earth closet for the tribe east of the camp so that the prevailing wind would waft the odor away. This was the least he could do to earn his keep. If he could salvage his laser and plasma tools from his ship, he could build a new crapper in an afternoon; with his digger and bulldozer, he could make a new camp in a week! That was a pipe dream, however: an earth closet was possible.

When Ezra returned to the camp, he was greeted by his lovely nurse and eight other Woodlanders, led by the commanding presence of Mirselene, their chief.

"Good day, Ezra," Mirselene said. "I hope you have rested well."

"Thank you, Madam," Ezra replied. "I did sleep well. ... I am grateful to you for my lodging and medical treatment," he added, more formally than he intended.

"It is nothing, Ezra," Mirselene said with a smile, "we are happy to have you. Come and meet us all."

The tribeswomen presently in camp lined up to be introduced to Ezra. He smiled and nodded at each one as Mirselene mentioned her name. Later, with Annela's help, Ezra would learn their names, ages, and relationships properly, but for now, it was a blur. It didn't help that he was starving.

As the women gabbled questions at him, his ever-watchful nurse motioned to Mirselene, who held up her hand to recheck the curious women.

"That's enough, Ladies. Ezra can tell us his story at the feast tonight. For now, Ezra, come to my hut and have some food. I expect you're hungry."

He gratefully obeyed and sat at the table on the dais before the hut. Annela sat beside him on one side, and Parvinder sat on the other. Casti and Lenta, the other two matrons who were doing the cooking, were also invited.

"We won't make you talk anymore until you have filled your belly," Mirselene said.

"Thank you, Madam," Ezra said, "but I have a question. Where are Wildchild and Tamar?"

"Ah! I had to inflict schooling on those errant youths." She listed their crimes. "Tamar is in Sharne's hut helping Pepi read, and Wildchild is having an archery lesson with Carlin."

Ezra was much amused by Mirselene's account of his friends' misdemeanors and their outcome.

"It is good of you to put up with us."

"Be assured, Ezra Goldrick. You are welcome to stay with us for as long as you like. We will find appropriate work for you all."

"Madam!" It was Annela who exclaimed. "Ezra is our guest!"

"No, you're right, Madam," Ezra replied. "A man should earn his keep. I can do plenty of work, especially when my arm has healed. I already have some idea of what I can do to help."

Mirselene exercised her one fault, so far as Annela was concerned: she beamed her 'told you so' smile and looked smug.

"Your first job will be telling us your story at the evening feast."

Ezra nodded his acquiescence.

Food had been prepared while they talked, and plates were brought for everyone so Ezra would not feel awkward eating alone. As he had survived two days on the same rations as a pair of underfed teenage girls, however, it was not likely that awkwardness would prevent him from eating his fill.

Ezra's eating slowed after two platters of food and eight cups of water. He stopped himself, asking for a third plate only because he noticed the look on the faces of the women around him, who had never seen how much a hungry man could gulp down. He did not want to appear greedy, and he had seen from the thinness of most of the Woodlanders that rich food was not abundant in the forest.

With a sigh and giving my compliments to the cooks, Ezra reluctantly pushed his plate away and relaxed back into his seat, claiming to be replete.

While Ezra relaxed at her table, Mirselene told Parvinder to look at his wounds. The elderly Indian woman dampened the bandage over the cut on his head, peeled it gently back, looked closely at the wound, and seemed satisfied. Then she gently undid the bandage on Ezra's arm, dampening it where the ointment had dried. She sniffed the dressing, felt the wound with stiff, cold fingers, and squeezed and twisted his arm quite roughly, which made Ezra wince.

She studied the bruise's color —purple, almost black, with yellow edges—and stayed silent momentarily.

"Your work is competent," she declared at last to Annela. "Also, you're right to say it's not broken, just badly sprained. Which ointment did you use?"

Annela told her.

"It's a good compound. You can continue with it."

Ezra had not realized that Annela was the pupil until he saw the pleasure on her pretty face from Parvinder's compliment.

With Parvinder satisfied, so was Mirselene. She declared late lunch over and remained in her hut with the matrons for a discussion while Annela led Ezra back to her hut to reapply ointment to his head, re-bandage his arm, and tie it up again in a sling. Sitting on a chair outside
Annela's hut, knowing his stomach and wounds were well cared for, Ezra relaxed and enjoyed the warm, sunny day in the luxuriant forest.

Annela took her place at her loom and began to weave.

As Ezra looked at the camp, the dappled sunlight etched bright spots on the rustic benches and sturdy huts, under whose awnings those women occupied during the hottest part of the day sat working. A gentle wind waved the branches in the high canopy, and the contented hens clucked, settling backward into the ash heap as a heat haze rose from the dry ground of their run. There was quiet, except for the chirruping of some birds and the gentle swish and clack of Annela's busy loom.

While Ezra was stuffing himself with lunch, Carlin and Wildchild had begun their archery lesson. They shot in the forest because it was too hot in the unshaded meadow and because the trees made convenient nearby targets for their small supply of arrows. The Wildchild was a natural, picking up the quirks of the weak short bow and the misshapen arrows almost at once.

"The practice arrows are badly made and don't fly straight," Carlin explained, "but the best arrows are not much better. That's why I lure pigeons onto the forest floor with seed. Then I run out to scare them so Dagma and Sharne can shoot into a whole bunch, taking off simultaneously. Hunting ducks is harder because they won't bunch like pigeons."

Wildchild was now reasonably accurate at close quarters, so Carlin took her further into the forest, where she could try shooting arrows a long distance across a small clearing. Soon, the Wildchild could compete with Carlin, shooting from one end of the meadow to the other.

There was not much else Carlin could teach Wildchild: the rest was practice and learning the quirks of the bow, so Carlin said:

"Do you want to see something beautiful?"

Wildchild nodded.

"Then follow me. But we have to be silent and can't be seen."

Wildchild followed Carlin at a trot deeper into the forest. It was only a short time before they approached the stand of banana plants where Dipti and Urulla had gone to harvest fruit. The bananas were in a well-lit clearing in the forest, up a slight hill covered with tropical ferns.
As they neared the edge of the clearing, Carlin dropped down to crawl through the ferns on her belly, and Wildchild did likewise. They stopped and lay on their fronts, obscured by some fronds.

Carlin told Wildchild that she would pull a frond away so they could see. Wildchild nodded.

There, across the small clearing at the edge of the banana plantation, beside a stack of large green bananas, were two figures, Dipti and Urulla, sitting on a makeshift bed of banana leaves and ferns.

They were kissing, facing each other, legs intertwined. Dipti's hand was under Urulla's tunic, cupping on one of her breasts. She pushed Urulla's skirt up to caress her thigh with her other hand. Urulla had her hands in Dipti's long straight hair and sucked on her lower lip.

While they kissed like this for some minutes, their secret voyeurs got comfortable and lay silently in the thick undergrowth.

Dipti undid Urulla's tunic and slowly pulled the top down over the girl's shoulders, sweetly stroking Urulla's breasts with her fingertips as she gently eased the top further down; she kissed down Urulla's neck to her throat, then to her breasts and gently licked an erect nipple.

Urulla shut her eyes and held Dipti's head. Soon, however, she pushed Dipti away from her tit.

Urulla's nipples were extra-sensitive when complex, and she was learning to be more assertive and stop her lover before she felt discomfort.

Urulla was new to lovemaking. Although not as shy as initially, she was still hesitant and submissive. Under Dipti's careful tutelage, however, she opened up and became more adventurous.

The girls helped each other take off their smocks, and then Dipti laid back and pulled the naked girl down onto her. She wrapped her legs around Urulla's waist as they kissed again.

With encouragement from Dipti, Urulla began to kiss and lick the Indian girl's firm round tits.

Her dark-brown nipples were large and prominent. Urulla sucked a nipple between her lips and pulled lightly.

"More, darling! More!" Dipti commanded.

Urulla enveloped more of the tit in her mouth and sucked harder. Dipti moaned encouragement, arching her back and pushing her tits up higher.

"That's lovely, sweetheart!" she whispered. "Suck harder!"

Urulla did so, trying to take as much tit into her mouth as she could, pulling the nipple out with her lips and then engulfing the breast again. She shifted to the other tit and did the same. Dipti moaned sweetly.

Holding the thin girl by the waist, Dipti shifted her legs so she and Urulla could scissors together. She pushed up her thigh between Urulla's legs.

The girl caught on and began to rub her pussy up and down Dipti's leg. Soon she positioned herself so she could suck Dipti's tits while the two girls rubbed their pussies together.

This pussy rubbing position was excellent but not as satisfying as it could be. Dipti pushed Urulla up until she was leaning back, increasing the angle between their groins, soft nether lips meeting soft nether lips. They rubbed their pussies together again, slowly swiveling their hips in opposite directions.

At this moment, Wildchild, watching the lovers with hawk-like intensity, felt Carlin's hand grip hers. She neither moved her hand away nor returned the pressure. Soon enough, Carlin let go. Either she acted unconsciously, or the passion that drove her had waned.

Dipti was building to a climax faster than Urulla. The note of her sweet moans went higher.

She leaned on her elbows and began thrusting forward and back. Her excitement rose, and Dipti, gyrating wildly, shut her eyes and opened her mouth as her orgasm approached. Yet she needed more.

She disentangled herself and sat with her legs spread, asking Urulla to kneel. Then she guided the younger girl's finger into her damp slit.

Urulla smiled to herself when she began fingering her friend. Pretty soon, Dipti was moaning loudly again, urging her lover on, climbing toward her climax. Urulla licked the fingers of her other hand and began to rub Dipti's clitoris. Dipti lay fully back, her arms spread wide, her back arched, her eyes shut, breath catching in her throat.

Urulla felt Dipti's pussy closing on her finger, trying to force it out. She immediately stopped, denying Dipti the orgasm her body craved. Dipti squirmed in frustration.

Urulla waited a minute and started finger-fucking her lover again and gently rubbing her clit.

This time, the orgasm built more quickly. Urulla was on the watch-out for the signs and pulled away in time again, leaving Dipti high and dry. Her sweet moans were now genuine complaints.

Urulla repeated these four more times until Dipti could stand it no longer and tried to finish herself off with her hand, which Urulla gently removed, saying, "This time for real."

"You promise?" Dipti gasped.

"I promise," Urulla reassured her.

Leaning over Dipti, she took a mouthful of tit and, sucking hard, pistoled her finger in and out of the wet snatch.

Dipti shook convulsively, shaking her head from side to side as the orgasm spread over her body. She came a second time when Urulla flicked over her clitoris with her thumb. A minute later, she had a third orgasm.

"Oh, God, darling, please. No more!"

Though inexperienced, Urulla was a woman enough to know when "no more " meant "Do it again, slowly."

Urulla continued masturbating Dipti until she had honestly had enough, which was when she closed her legs and turned to one side, gripping Urulla's hand between her thighs.

"All right, darling," Urulla said, freeing her hand, "no more." She lay on her side facing Dipti, caressing her lover in long strokes from shoulder to thigh until the over-stressed girl relaxed and recovered.

"Oh, God! darling, how did you learn that?" Dipti asked, "You've never done that to me before."

"I didn't learn it, darling," Urulla replied. "It's just something I've been thinking about. I want to try many things if you'll let me."

"'Let you' darling, did you say, 'let you'?" You can do anything you like to me, any time you want. I don't have to 'let you' if I can't stop you."

Urulla felt pleased and relieved. Dipti teased her usually. She loved being controlled; she had not tried being in control before, and it was almost as good.

Now that she had recovered, Dipti rolled over to Urulla and lay beside her. She began to kiss down her neck, between her sensitive tits, and down her flat stomach to the mound of hair concealing her slit. Here Dipti basted her girlfriend's clitoris, licking a pattern on it and gently dipping her fingertip into Urulla's wet vagina, tracing a lineup and down its folds. This made Urulla even more soaked.



To be continued