The Great Escape Chapter 10, Part 6 of 6

The Great Escape
Chapter 10, Part 6 of 6

"What do I have to do to convince you?" he demanded.

Her reply was a whisper:

"Pass a final test."

"There are no final tests where women are concerned. You'll make a new test for me."

He whipped her a few times more to make his point. At last, she said:

"When you've had enough of being tested."

"That's it. That's the truth at last. I don't know if you meant to kidnap me, to test me, or to test Ash and Megan, but."

He raised the whip and struck her hard between his words:

"Solange whack! Right here, whack, right now, whack! I've had enough whack! Of being tested! whack!"

She managed to grunt an answer: "I can see that."

The brave chief of the Herders never cried out nor screamed during the assault, but she couldn't help weeping from the pain. She was weeping now, but there was something else.

Ezra could see the moisture adorning the brown folds of her pussy. She was aroused by the whipping and perhaps by his violence. He was feeling it, too. The whipping and her reaction had turned him on firmly. He was hard, and he couldn't resist. He knelt behind her and stuffed his cock into her pussy. He slipped in. She gasped but didn't complain.

Then he felt her response, her sign of approval. She squeezed her vagina wall muscles, giving him the tight rub she always did when they made love, the response that made her such a delight to fuck. He began thrusting into her, and she managed to buck in rhythm despite the constraint of the ropes and the severe punishment her poor, wounded body had endured.

Only once did she moan from anything other than pleasure when he thoughtlessly gripped her by the waist, touching her wound. She yelped.

"Oh, God! Darling, I'm sorry," he said, but he didn't stop pounding into her, and she didn't stop squeezing his cock.

She shut her eyes and breathed heavily. A deep pleasure was slowly building up her spine, presaging a joyful spasm in her pussy, more muscular than any she'd felt before. Warmth spread over her skin, from the top of her head down her legs to her toes. The pain in her buttocks had transformed into a hot, tingling glow of pleasure.

He gripped her nipples and squeezed hard. She felt sharpness in her tits but joy in her pussy.

Her skin was electric now, and the tension was excruciating. She needed a release, and it came moments later.

She hunched at the start of her convulsion and hunched again when it repeated. She forgot to squeeze her pussy muscles. They were squeezing themselves involuntarily, spasmodically, in waves of tension and ecstatic release.

Now she screamed: a joyous exclamation mark at the end of an ecstatic sentence, telling the world she'd reached a crisis and overcome it. Her mighty orgasm exhausted her, and she lay still. Ezra made his last few thrusts and pulsed his seed into her. While he recovered, he leaned against her recumbent body, her arse in the air, her face on the floor; then he pulled out and undid her bonds.

He put her down on the blanket and lay beside her, holding her gently, stroking her shoulder and back.

"I'm sorry I stabbed you, Solange. Please forgive me?"

"I deserved it. You'll have to show me that weapon sometime."

Her voice was tired but awake, and she needed only a few minutes to recover enough to talk.

"So you'll stop testing me?" he asked.

"I will."

"And you'll pardon Wildchild and Tamar?"

"I will."

"And you'll never keep my children from me if I'm lucky enough to father any on the Herders."

"Good God, Ezra! I've never even thought of doing that! I would never do that!"

"You're right. I was wrong to suggest it. I apologize. So, we've agreed. My only problem is, how do I know you'll keep your word?"

"I'm lying in your arms, with a hole burned by you in my side, my arse on fire from a whipping you gave me, and my pussy full of your cum; yet you ask how you can trust me?"

"I still ask it. You're capricious, and I don't know if you'll change your mind when I'm gone."

"Well, you can always come back and whip me again."

"Maybe I will, just for fun. You know I'll always return - for you, Ash, Megan, and others. I'm as much as Herder now as a Woodlander or Mariner."

"I'm glad to hear it. Look, Ezra, I know that my saying you can trust me means nothing, so I will give you something of mine—something precious—as proof."

"What is it?"

"I," she swallowed. "I'm going to give you Ash."

"What do you mean?"

"You can have Ash. I'm giving her to you. She'll be your bedmate like she is to me. She'll cook
for you, set out the bedding, clean you, wash your clothes, and you can fuck her anytime you want."

"Ash loves you. She wouldn't come with me."

"She obeys me, and I'll tell her to obey you."

"I don't want a slave."

"Don't you?"

He paused to think for a minute.

"All right," he said.

She was unhappy but resigned. It was the best thing she had to give him.

"You can take her to the Woodlander camp next week."

"I don't mean, 'All right, I accept your offer.' I mean, 'All right, I trust you.' You wouldn't make that offer unless you were sincere. Ash is yours. I'll never take her from you. And I don't want a slave."

"Thank you, Ezra."

"To show how much I trust you, I'll tell you how I got my penknife back."

"You mean you lost it?"

"Yes, when I crash-landed. Juniel found it on the beach."

"Juniel?"

"The ten-year-old Mariner girl, a keen Beachcomber."

Then Solange twigged.

"I thought you crash-landed in the forest."

"No, in the sea. That's where Wildchild and Tamar found me."

"But then, they must have run away westward, not into the forest."

"Indeed."

"The little minxes!" She sounded pleased at their cunning.

"So why are you telling me this?" she asked.

"I have a plan to salvage my ship."

"Yes?"

"But I don't know where it is. I've tried to find the spot twice now. Juniel showed me where she
found my knife, and then rode with Megan along the beach, but I didn't recognize anything."

"Let me guess, you need Samothea and Tamar to guide you to where you crashed."

"Exactly. And I would like the Herders to help in the salvage."

"So that's why I have to forgive Samothea and Tamar?"

"One of the reasons."

"All right: the Herders will help with the salvage whenever it happens."

"Thank you. Apart from the things I promised to Wildchild and Tamar and those I need for myself, you can have my third of the salvage."

"We don't need anything."

"The Woodlanders and Mariners are having a third each. The Herders will earn their share."

"All right. You've proved you trust me. What next?"

"Next, we fuck again."

"Oh God, Ezra. You know how sore I am?"

"You're a woman, and you can take it."

He helped her climb on him, and they fucked slowly and gently. He was careful of her wound and her sore arse until the last few spasmodic moments when neither of them cared about pain or discomfort but melted together in a clinch of shuddering ecstasy.

They lay still.

"I love you, Solange."

He didn't know why he said it, and he wasn't even sure it was true, yet there was some truth in
it. He'd never met a woman like her, and now that he knew her, he couldn't imagine ever giving her up. He hoped very much he'd gotten her pregnant.

"I love you, too, Ezra."

He'd half-expected a sarcastic response. She might have asked how many bedmates he'd said that to. He didn't expect an honest, heart-felt response. He was sure she was sincere.

"I will come back often, and together, we will restart the colonization of Samothea."

Back to the meeting place

It was a subdued Herder Chief who returned to the mountain camp. Her wound was healing fast, though it was painful sitting on her bottom and riding the horse, but she had an inner glow that overcame all discomfort. Ezra had passed his test if it was a test if anything had been a real test this last month, and he was, in a curious way, though not an exclusive way, 'her' man now. She smiled to herself, then she got busy.

It was time to load the saddlebags and packhorses with trade goods and headed north. The monthly trade at the Woodlander meeting place was in three days. A trade with the Cloners and Farmers would follow a week later.

Though she didn't have to go, as one of the most brutal women in Samothea, Solange insisted on leading the tribe. She rode all day despite the pain.

At the southern camp, Ezra made up with Megan. Her pain had diminished to almost nothing, but she felt ashamed for her part in the attack.

"You have nothing to be ashamed about," he insisted. "It was Solange's stupid plan. I'm sorry you got hurt as a by-product."

They agreed to forgive each other and spent the night proving how well-forgiven each other was.

This was another day's ride and overnight stay at the way station. Ezra asked Solange if he could have Ash that night, and she agreed.

As they lay naked together, he was pleased to see her wound, which was only skin deep, had recovered the quickest. They made love sweetly, with gentle kisses and sensual touches.

Solange came in halfway through and joined in, stroking and rubbing Ash, helping her ride him to a satisfying finish.

Then, they were back at the way station and headed early the next day for another meeting of the three tribes.

The chiefs discussed politics. The Cloners still hadn't visited the forest camp or the Mariner
The settlement, but the yearly meeting at the Cloner fair was due next month so that Gloria might have been sensibly cautious.

As predicted, Mirselene insisted on a formal agreement. Calliope and Solange winked at each other, so the tribes agreed to salvage Ezra's ship together, share the booty, and invite Ezra to stay one month with each tribe from now on.

It seemed that the Herders had thrown in their lot with the Mariners and Woodlanders to stand up to the Cloners, all for the sake of a part-share in a spaceship that may or may not contain any working Earthside technology and a visit from an Earthman every three months.

So much had happened to Ezra that he couldn't tell it all in one go. He used his time to say goodbye to his Herder friends and to catch up with his Mariner friends.

Half the Mariners were there. Kalyndra looks drop-dead gorgeous. Devon, demure as ever.

Cressi is cheeky and lustful. Althea and her daughter, Odette, compete to produce the biggest smile. Leanne and her daughter, Juniel, are intelligently curious. Thalassa, a picture-perfect beauty, patient, and understanding; and Ferne, dignified and perhaps a little secretive, until he realized that none of the women would say who, if any, had missed their periods in the last month.

No matter. He was content to wait until the physical evidence was undeniable, yet Devon leaned into him as they kissed goodbye and whispered, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Just thank you."

Kalyndra was sad to let him go again. The Mariners were stable under Calliope's benign rule, so there was no pressing reason for her to stay at the beach settlement, but she refused his invitation to return to the forest with him.

"We'll have our election soon. Let's see what happens then."

He had to be content; the Woodlanders were impatient to take him home. Urulla greeted him back almost greedily.

News of Anella and Dipti was good, although Anella was very uncomfortable and impatient to give birth. She was a few days late already and almost irritable.

With the trade meeting over, it was a long walk to the Woodlander Camp for a delicious homecoming and hearty re-acquaintance with the first woman he'd loved on Samothea.


To be continued