The Great Escape Chapter 8, Part 2 of 9

The Great Escape
Chapter 8, Part 2 of 9

Everyone wanted a go, and Ezra taught the steps to the other dancers. It was too energetic for Annela, who swapped places with Sharne. Urulla also needed a rest and went to relieve Erin, who claimed her turn with Ezra. Now everyone was dancing again, taking turns to dance the man's part, yet one young woman still sat out. Annela and Ezra shared a glance. It was time for him to turn his charm on Dagma.

3Seducing Dagma

He approached the stocky girl.

"I understand if you don't like dancing," he said, "but it's for Thalassa's birthday, and I thought you might want to celebrate."

"No thanks, Ezra, I don't dance."

He could imagine Annela's dull look in the back of his head, telling him to be manly and commanding.

"Dagma, I think you should dance tonight."

He saw a hint of nervous doubt on her face as if she were questioning her answer as if he had some power over her. He decided to test it.

"I want you to dance with me tonight!"

Her legs obeyed his voice even though her mind refused. She stood up, and before she could retreat, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the crowd. Mirselene did her best to pretend not to notice so as not to spook her daughter as, by an unspoken agreement, everyone seemed to be looking elsewhere rather than give Dagma even a moment's cause for embarrassment.

He held her like he had held Thalassa, but Dagma was a clumsy dancer who couldn't get the hang of it. Ezra told the drummers to play something slower, fearing he would drive her away.

He pulled Dagma to him and held her close. She could dance this way easily: it was little more than swaying to the music. Dagma began to enjoy herself and danced with Ezra until the end of the feast when night fell and the whispering wind brought the sharp sniff of impending rain.

The women kissed Thalassa goodnight, accepted her effusive thanks, and made for their huts, but Ezra still held onto Dagma.

"Did you enjoy the dancing?"

"Yes," she said, answering warily.

"Do you want to continue the party in your hut?"

"No," she hesitated, and Ezra realized his mistake.

"I want us to continue the party in your hut. Come on!"

Again, her legs did what her mind refused. They entered her hut and sat together on the bed, still holding hands, as they had done since starting to dance. She didn't seem able to let go. Ezra took that as a good sign and leaned in for a kiss.

Dagma seemed to enjoy kissing, and they kissed for a couple of minutes until Ezra tried to use his tongue, and she pulled away. Yet she still held his hands, gripping tightly. Ezra sat back and asked:

"Don't you want to make love?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It feels wrong."

"Why does it feel wrong?"

She didn't answer.

"No one else in the tribe thinks it's wrong. Your mother doesn't think it's wrong."

"But they don't understand..." She was upset, almost in tears. "They don't understand what it feels like to be."

"To be what?"

Ezra was convinced she would say 'unattractive' and was prepared to tell her how brains and moral qualities are just as attractive as physiques, but she said, "To be so dirty."

"Dirty? You think sex is dirty?"

"I know it is."

"How on Earth can you have learned that? Certainly not from anyone here."

"I've always known it. I'm the only one who thinks this way. The others took bedmates as soon as they were old enough. They didn't care about being sluts."

"They're not sluts, Dagma."

"Why else do they want sex?"

Ezra was stunned. Of all the things he imagined motivated Dagma, it wasn't this.

"Do you never want to have sex?" he asked gently.

"You don't understand at all!"

"I'm sorry, please explain."

She was silent.

"Dagma," he spoke sharply, "tell me what I don't understand!"

Again, a simple command prompted the girl to obey. Now, she let go of his hands and clasped hers together in her lap. She hung her head and spoke quietly, yet with a subterranean passion. She didn't know why she would reveal her innermost secrets to a man she had known only a few months and rarely spoke to before, yet she didn't know how to refuse. She started slowly, self-recrimination in her voice.

"You say I don't want sex, but you're wrong: ... I want sex. I always want it very strongly, and I always have ..."

"Always?"

"Yes!  When I was younger, I used to touch myself. You know ... there. My mother thought I was lazy because I spent so long in bed, but I played with myself, making myself happy. It was an obsession. I'd do it five times, even ten times, a day. It felt so good at first like I was flying, floating on the clouds."

"So it does. Sex is a spark of pure joy. How can it be dirty?"

"Something happened."

"What happened?"

"I had a punishment or a warning. It showed me how dirty I was. It told me I had to stop."

"Go on." Ezra wondered what on Earth it could have been.

"One day, I was in bed, touching myself, having fun, when I put my fingers inside myself. Previously, all I'd done was outside, stroking and rubbing. But inside, it felt even better. I gave myself more pleasure than I'd ever had before, more pleasure than was bearable, but I couldn't stop. I got the most amazing feeling, and then it all went black. I must have fainted, but when I woke up, my bed was soaked. I'd wet myself. I pretended I'd had a bad dream. Mum was kind, but I realized then how dirty I was. Pissing myself was a sign of my shame.  I've never touched myself since."

"Oh, God! Dagma. But it's nothing. You squirted. That's all. Many women do that, and most can if you finger them correctly."

She wasn't convinced.

"It's not urine, you know. It's a fluid like the semen that men produce, except women produce much more of it.

Darling, it isn't dirty at all. It's beautiful. Many women get more pleasure from a squirting orgasm than from any other kind of orgasm."

This didn't convince her, but the fact that she had revealed so much to him was encouraging. It also caused a puzzling question.

"Dagma, why did you dance with me?"

"You told me to."

Annela would have said the same thing but as a joke. He asked:

"Since when have you obeyed me?"

"Since tonight, when you started giving me orders."

"Good God! Are you serious?"

"Yes," she whispered and went quiet again. Could it be, he thought, that he had misunderstood her completely?

"Why would you obey me?"

Now that she was letting it all out, however shameful, she relaxed her guard and spoke freely.

"Ever since I first saw you, I wanted you to take me, to force me to have sex with you, but it made me feel dirtier than ever before. I was ashamed of myself and angrier than I'd ever been."

"You were angry with yourself? I thought you were angry with me."

"With you? Why would I be angry with you? I worshipped you."

"But," he was perplexed, " you refused to be my bedmate. Why?"

"Because then everyone would know what a slut I am."

The way she said it made it sound obvious, though it still made no sense.

"Dagma, I'm going to cure you of the idea that sex is dirty. Sex is clean and beautiful and exactly the right thing for healthy men and women who want to celebrate being alive and are not cheating on others."

"I can't believe it. I know I'm vile. I feel it - but I also want to obey you; I want to be your whore. ... But I don't want to shame you by giving you something so dirty. I know it sounds wild; I know I'm not normal. Oh, how can I explain?"

She paused, trying to find the right words.

"Remember when Kalyndra testified at your trial that you could do anything to her, and she would always follow you? Well, everyone thought she was just a brave slut, but I understood. I struggled not to shout, 'Do it to me, too! I'll follow you as well!' Then I realized I'm just as much a slut as Kalyndra."

"Kalyndra isn't a slut, and there's nothing insane or abnormal about wanting sex, even as much as you do.  

You know, if you want to obey me, I could command you to have sex with me."

"Please don't, Ezra. Why would you want me?"

At that moment, he did want her.

"This is all nonsense!" he said. "Stand up, woman!"

She stood up.

"Take your shirt off!"

She did so. Although it was dark, she modestly folded her arms over her large, soft breasts.

"Now, your skirt."

Again, she obeyed and was now naked. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. She felt dirty and guilty - but also more alive than ever before. Her skin tingled, and she held her breath, anticipating his first touch, but he stood there, doing nothing.

Ezra waited, and then he waited some more. The tension rose between them, and her breaths got heavier. Her sense of lust began to win over her sense of shame. She felt her yearning, the sexual longing and hunger she had suppressed for so long. It started to take over her mind like his commanding voice had done all evening.

She willed her arms down to her side, standing naked and exposed before him, her warm pink flesh washed of its color in the darkling light.

"Please hold me," she begged.

He held her. She hugged him tightly and felt relief. This was as far as she would trust herself. She may be naked, but she wasn't being dirty, not yet.

Comfortable in his arms, she rested her head on his chest and shut her eyes. A moment later, her bottom rang with a sharp slap and a painful squeeze. He had smacked a generous buttock and now gripped it as a sign of possession. She tried to move away, but he commanded, "Stay," and she stayed.

"Kiss me!" he ordered, and though she wanted to say "No," she raised her mouth to his, and they kissed again.

Her full lips parted to allow his tongue to penetrate. He made her open her mouth wider and kiss properly with her tongue. This felt dirty - but it was also fitting because she obeyed him.

On the bed now, sitting side-by-side, they kissed with more passion. He began to rub a breast, and she tried to move his hand away. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, breaking the kiss.

"Do not resist me," he commanded.

She was under his control now. Her hand went back to her side, and she felt her tit held firmly, the large nipple growing hard as he gently squeezed it between his finger and thumb.

He kissed her again, and she responded, humming in her throat, spreading her legs, and opening herself up to him. She had been an incompetent dancer, often moving in the wrong direction, but she seemed to be an instinctively good lover, following his lead and responding eagerly.

She rolled her head back when he kissed her neck. Her eyes shut, she felt heat in her pussy. Her skin tingled at his touch when he caressed her breasts and thighs. She raised her knees. His mouth was on her shoulder, his hand cupping her furry mound, his fingers a feather-light touch on her warm, wet nether lips, her clitoris a stiff nub against his palm.

She began to moan gently, a sweet, high-pitched, girlish sound, unpredictable in a big woman. Dagma was chunky, like an athlete with a layer of insulation, not fat. Her bones were prominent, giving her strong shoulders.

Her stomach was soft on the surface, and her muscles were hard underneath. Good thigh muscles, too, with solid buttocks and wide womanly hips. Her tits were massive and ready to be sucked.

Ezra put his mouth to a nipple and licked gently. The tingling sensation became a warmth that bathed her chest and back. She pushed her chest up, seeking more contact, ashamed of herself for being so wanton but unable to resist. Ezra took the invitation and sucked her nipple into his mouth. The warmth in her pussy was becoming a fire, made worse because his hand lay so softly on her. She squirmed and began to buck. He fingered her clitoris harder.

Lying on her, his mouth attached to a tit, his hand wreaking devastation on her pussy, the sensual rub took her back years to the joys of self-pleasure, now much more significant under a masterful hand. She moaned and arched her back. Her flaring pussy-lips beckoned his fingers. He stroked her damp inner labia, and she bucked faster, moaning loudly. His vigorous rub on her clitoris brought her to a peak, and she came hard, covering her mouth with her hands to stifle her ecstatic cry.

She breathed heavily and tried to close her legs.

"Do you still feel dirty?" he asked.


To be continued