The Great Escape Chapter 11, Part 4 of 6

The Great Escape
Chapter 11, Part 4 of 6

"Why cannot Tamar choose for herself what tribe she belongs to?" Ezra asked.

"By proper law and custom, a girl is the responsibility of her mother until she's eighteen. In her mother's absence, she's the responsibility of her tribe."

"I don't understand," Ezra said. "On Earth."

"I don't know how societies are organized on Earth, with its large population, but on Samothea, with our small communities, we are ruled by custom and moral obligation. It would be quite improper for Eloise to neglect her duty to Tamar, as it would be for Tamar to disobey her mother."

"The best thing," Mirselene concluded, blocking the chance of more interruptions, "is for Eloise and Adarna to try living here with us for a while and see if they want to stay. And, of course,

Tamar is not without the power of persuasion, are you, child?"

"No, madam. I'm a good persuaded."

"Good girl! Now I have to speak to the tribe, so everyone is out! Gather us all together."

Ezra was dissatisfied. He understood why Mirselene was jealous of the power of both mothers and the tribe, but the girls ('his girls,' as he thought of them) had proved they could look after themselves. The idea that Tamar was responsible for her mother was legal fiction, but it was one in which Tamar seemed to consent without protest. He was about to ask her what she thought when he saw her holding her mother's hand, looking up at her.

Tamar's oversized dress went down only to her skinny knees, and she was barefoot. It gave her an urchin-like look, which added to the adoration with which she gazed at Eloise and reminded Ezra that she was still a child. His protest on her behalf vanished, and he looked fondly at the beautiful pair with their elegant, sculpted features and long golden hair.

When the tribe was assembled, Mirselene addressed them from the dais outside her hut.

"Ladies," she said, "we have four essential events before us. The first is the trade meeting with the Mariners and Herders at the end of the month.

The second is the Cloner Fair five days later. The Herders have agreed to transport our tents, food, and trade goods, an improvement from previous years. It's still a long walk, so I suggest who should go."

"Lenta cannot walk that far. She will stay and help look after Annela, who also cannot walk that far."

"Of course I can!" Annela immediately protested.

Mirselene authoritatively squashed her protest: "No, you can't, child," adding:

"Dipti, I think you should stay here as well."

Dipti was seven months pregnant. It was usually a four-day journey each way. If the Herders carried their loads, it was only three days, but her mother, Parvinder, supported Mirselene, so Dipti did not protest. Although Parvinder was known to be overcautious, the complications of Freya's birth had recently proved her right, so her advice was incontrovertible for now.

"We want at least one more to stay in the camp. I need Casti with me for the negotiations, so who will volunteer to stay?"

"I'll stay," Ezra said.

"You're not coming anyway," Mirselene told him. "I have a different task for you."

"Thanks for telling me."

"Now, no irritability, Ezra. Wait until you hear what I've planned."

"I'll stay," offered Urulla. As Dipti's bedmate, it was natural for her to volunteer.

"Good girl. You, Lenta, Annela, and Dipti can run the camp for us."

"I would stay, but Pepi wants to go," Sharne explained to Urulla.

"That's all right," Mirselene said imperiously on Urulla's behalf.

"Parvinder, Casti, Erin, Carlin, Pepi and I will go to the Cloner Fair."

Three questions came at once.

"How about Eloise and Adarna?" Someone asked, "What about me?" Dagma asked, and Tamar asked, "What about us?"

Mirselene held up her hands for peace.

"This brings me to the third important item: Ezra's 'salvage operation' as he calls it. I want it to happen as soon as possible, ideally during the Cloner fair. I assume you're prepared, Ezra?"

"I will be soon, Madam."

"Good man."

She addressed herself to Wildchild and Tamar.

"I also assume that now there's peace between the Herders and us; you girls no longer have any objection to guiding Ezra to where his spaceship sank?"

Her complete assurance of a positive response was so compelling that Tamar answered "Yes" before she realized she had a choice. Even Wildchild seemed to agree.

"So, Eloise and Adarna, do you prefer to stay here, visit the Cloner Fare, or take a trip to the seaside? ... You can answer later if you prefer."

"As for you, Dagma. I want you to be my representative at the salvage party."

"All right, Mum," she said, slightly disappointed at not going to the Fair but aware there may be compensations from the salvage trip.

"Lastly."

She was interrupted by Carlin, bolder than ever, who spoke up.

"Please, Madam, can I be in the salvage party too?"

"Of course you can, child. Do you mind, Erin?"

Erin was getting used to having an independent daughter.

"What danger is there?" she asked, exercising her usual caution.

"Ezra?" Mirselene passed the question over to him.

"No danger at all to those who stay on land," he explained. "A slight danger to those on the Mariners' rafts who can't swim, and most danger to those of us who will dive down to the ship."

"You can join the salvage party if you want to, Erin," Mirselene generously offered, but Erin looked forward to the Cloner Fair. She was wiser now and understood her daughter's change.

"You can go, Carlin," she said, knowing how grateful the girl would be that she made no fuss.

"That's settled," Mirselene said with satisfaction. "So, to the fourth item. I hope I'm not the only one remembering it's Urulla's birthday in two days. We normally celebrate only an eighteenth birthday, but our girl has gone through a lot this year. I promised her we'd have a party for her twentieth when she was ill, so let's find something in the forest to make it a special feast."

"Meeting over," she declared, "Off to work!"

Urulla's birthday party

The following day, Dagma borrowed Ezra's laser knife and took Casti, Sharne, and Dipti into the forest to show them something she had found. It was a bee hive, nestled in the angle between the bough and trunk of an oak tree, about twenty feet above the ground.

While Casti and Dipti foraged for dry wood and damp leaves to make a smoky fire, Sharne and Dagma fashioned a ladder out of a tall, thin trunk by cutting chunks out every foot. When the fire was lit, and the smoke smothered the hive, calming the bees, they laid the ladder against the oak tree.

Dagma wrapped cloth strips around her wrists, ankles, and neck. Casti threw her shawl over her head. Then, taking a clay pot and a long stick with a sharp spoon-like end, Dagma climbed the ladder.

She poked the spoon into the middle of the hive from two feet away. The angry bees attacked the spoon and flew in a disorientated frenzy around the hive as its robber spooned apparent golden sweetness into the waiting pot. Some bees were caught in the sticky mess. Dagma scooped out another spoonful.

There were bees on her hands and arms and dangerously near her face. She risked their anger to raid the store again, climbing down as quickly as possible. The women ran away from the tree, chased by a handful of angry bees, who soon gave up and buzzed off in a zigzag path home.

The women helped shoo away any bees caught in Dagma's clothing, impressed by her courage and, even more, that she escaped without a sting. Of course, they wanted to taste the honey, but Casti was firm: it was a present for Urulla, and if they were to start, there'd soon be none left. Reluctantly, the others agreed and made for home, elated by their success.

When he got his pen knife back, Ezra put the finishing touches to a metal knife with a horn handle he'd made for Urulla. The metal blade came from Calliope's boat, and the horn handle from a Herder cow. He smoothed off the handle, slimming it down for Urulla's tiny hands, etching her name with thin laser burns.

Urulla prepared for the feast by resurrecting the grass skirt and top the beautiful Mariner visitors, Kalyndra and Thalassa, made for a previous celebration. She wove new grass stalks into the cloth and laced them on fresh flowers. Tamar happened to see her and asked what she was doing. This also led Wildchild, Carlin, Tamar, and Pepi to make grass skirts. It was a surprise that Wildchild took part. She usually dismissed concerns about clothing as female frippery and nonsense.

It was now, however, that Urulla noticed that Wildchild was outgrowing her patchy synthetic trousers and leather jacket, both by growing too tall for them and because her thighs, bottom, and breasts were filling out in a womanly way. Urulla talked with her mother, Casti, and the Woodlanders' precious clothing store, which was unlocked.

The 'store' was a pile of skirts, dresses, and other clothes in a basket in Mirselene's hut. They were taken out and proudly laid on the table for Wildchild to make her choice. She barely glanced at the skirts and dresses as she rummaged through the pile, finding what she wanted at the bottom. She chose a pair of faded denim jeans and a thick cotton lumberjack shirt from a stack of men's clothes.

A leather belt, a misshapen woolen jumper for use at night, and her knife once more strapped to her thigh completed the outfit. She smiled happily. Her disreputable old clothes were washed and placed in the store, never to be claimed by anyone.

The night before her birthday feast, Urulla had a request for Ezra.

"Tie me up, please?"

"All right."

He laid her on her back and tied her ankles to her wrists with long strips of cloth. He used another strip to blindfold her.

He lay on her, and they kissed for a good while until she was wet between the thighs and aching for an intimate touch. Then, he began to finger her. She squealed nicely, enjoying the sense of submission.

She wanted to try this. Some of her delighted in being commanded by him, which was the next step in her surrender: being restrained and unable to move.

The blindfold heightened the sensation, concentrating her thoughts on the singular point of joy, where his finger was working magic in her pussy. She came twice, with long rolling orgasms that spread up her spine and over her skin.

Then he pushed her to her front, lying forward with her bum stuck in the air. She was even more helpless than when she was on her back. He knelt behind and roughly sank his shaft into her wet pink gash.

"Oh, God, yes!" she exclaimed, "Yes!"

She only stopped moaning when she came with a yelping cry. He felt the ripples of her orgasms as he drove relentlessly into her, holding her tightly by the hips, finally unloading in a relieving splurge. He collapsed to one side and pulled her down with him so they were spooning with his cock, gradually going soft, still in her tight slit.

After he untied her, he lay on his back, breathing heavily. Urulla lay on him, legs astride, nibbling at his neck. She lifted her head.

"That was wonderful. I think I may be submissive, which is odd because Dipti always wants me to dominate her."

Ezra had nothing to say about that.

"Talking of Dipti," she continued, exercising the energy women seem to have after sex, "do you mind if I spend the night here with her after the feast tomorrow?"

"Of course not. It'll give me a rest. It's exhausting loving you."

"Really?" Then, the serious-minded girl realized he was joking. "But it's worth it, isn't it?"

"Very much worth it."

After this, they went to sleep.

The next day, Ezra asked Annela if he could sleep with her that night.

"I'd love you to spend the night with me," she answered, "but I warn you, you won't get much sleep. Freya wakes every hour demanding food. Also, no sex. I'm not yet ready for sex."

"That's fine, Darling. I'll help with Freya if I can, and a break from sex would be welcome."

"Really? You've had enough of sex?"

"Enough for the time being, at least."

"Are you sure it's not just a break from women you want?"

He laughed. Annela's mind-reading skills, usually so accurate, were far off-beam now.

"No. It sounds as odd to me as it does to you, but I do think it would be nice to take a break from sex and enjoy the company of women for their own sake. And I do want to spend more time with you and Freya."

They were sitting outside her hut. He held Freya in one arm. Annela stood up and put her hand to his forehead.

"Curious. No fever."

She pretended to take his pulse.

"Yes, you're still alive. Are you sure you've not hit your head or something?"

He laughed again.

"I'm fully sane and aware of what I say. Sex with women is one kind of joy, but getting to know them is another kind of joy, one that appeals to me now just as much."

Annela smiled up at him and said:

"You're good at saying the right thing, Darling."

Then she gave him a wifely kind of kiss, with just a hint of mistress.

The feast started early and lasted long. The beautiful girls in grass skirts entertained the audience with their dancing. Pepi, Carlin, and Urulla began with the Woodlander's style, to which the others caught on quite quickly. Then Urulla showed them the wiggling style of the Mariners. Wildchild and Tamar demonstrated the country dancing of the Herders, which had wild stamping. The others joined in, forming lines or circles, whooping for joy, throwing their garlanded arms into the air. Soon, a line of girls was leaping and spinning, twirling and stamping, as the drummers beat a frantic rhythm.

After this, it was free-for-all. Urulla enticed Ezra to dance with her. He showed the others his steps and ended with Wildchild, who proved herself extremely adept: strong, flexible, with a natural grace and sense of rhythm, she was happy to let him lead. Her curly black hair twirled as he covered her, the flickering fire adding sparkles to her brilliant green eyes.

At first, Eloise and Adarna sat out, but Tamar claimed her mother as a partner. Adarna also stood, saying:

"Come on, Darling. We haven't danced in years."

Eloise relented. She first danced with Tamar, and then—at the request of the Woodlanders, who wanted to learn the Miner's style of dancing—she and Adarna danced together.

They had a sedate and courtly style suited to steep mountainsides and cramped caves. The partners began at arm's length and stepped in together, turning side-on or briefly back-to-back, stepping out again, moving around but keeping eye contact all the time. Their heavy skirts swished as they twirled, their feet swirling patterns on the ground.

Dagma, ever bolder now, gave her drum to Sharne and claimed Ezra for herself. She had been practicing. He spun her around, and she barely collided with anyone or trod on his toes.

Things quieted down over dinner, and then it was time for presents. Urulla was not expecting anything and was so overcome she was rendered speechless. The knife was such a hit that she carried it around to show everyone. Then she sat and began to test the blade, trimming the hem of her grass skirt and smoothing off a rough corner of the table.

"Well done, Ezra," Mirselene said, attempting sarcasm. "Now we'll find the name 'Urulla' scratched into every bench and door post," but she beamed contentedly at the birthday girl, who, with a self-conscious smile, stopped whittling the table.

Urulla hadn't expected another present and was speechless again a minute later when a mysterious clay pot was brought out. She used her new knife to cut the string by tying it on the cloth cover, revealing a jar full of golden honey.

She brought the rare delicacy and allowed everyone to dip a finger into the pot only once.

The feast ended with more dancing (slower, more suitable for full stomachs) and singing.

Urulla and Dipti left before the rain to go to the Honeymoon Lodge. Ezra disappointed his other bedmates by following Annela into her hut when she started to yawn with fatigue.

In the Honeymoon Lodge, Urulla had a treat for Dipti. They kissed and slowly undressed each other. Urulla took charge and kissed down Dipti's neck to her large round tits, giving the dark-brown nipples a good sucking.

Dipti hummed her pleasure and asked for more, but Urulla said, "Wait." She guided the pregnant Indian girl onto the bed. Kneeling on all fours, with a pillow for comfort, her bottom sticking up, Dipti waited expectantly.

"Darling," Urulla said from behind, gently fondling Dipti's buttocks. "You always complain that I don't spank you hard enough."

"Yes?"

"Well, Ezra made me something to help."

She pulled back her hand and swiped. There was a whooshing sound and then a sharp clap.

Dipti jumped and yelped as a wooden paddle landed square on her buttock, shaking it with the impact.

Urulla had underestimated her strength. Her subsequent swipes were less painful and more sensual. Pretty soon, Dipti had precisely the level of pain and submission she wanted. She leaned down on her folded arms and channeled the burning sensation in her bottom into a heightened state of pleasure and lust, an urgency she communicated to her tormentor by bucking her pelvis and spreading her thighs wider.

Urulla read the signs and knelt to lick at her girlfriend's drenched pussy. She kept this up until
Dipti's excited moans indicated she wanted something else. Urulla pushed a finger into her slit and went to that special place that got Dipti going.

Urulla was teasing, spreading the effect on her body. As the vocal girl moaned for more, Urulla pushed in a second finger, then a third. The middle finger reached the spot nicely, and the outer two fingers gave a delicious stretch. Dipti's bucking sped up, and her cries were more urgent.


To be continued