The Great Escape Chapter 14, Part 5 of 11

The Great Escape
Chapter 14, Part 5 of 11

"Ah-ha!" said Jenna.

"What do you mean, 'Ah-ha!'?" Megan asked.

"Your mouth said 'No,' but your eyes said 'Yes.'"

"I saw that," agreed Preeda.

"Come on, Megan," Hazel implored. "Tell us everything."

"All right, but it's hard to explain. Sex is better in some ways with a man but not in others. Ezra is hard, whereas women are soft. He tends to take charge, even when he doesn't mean to. It's like he's in control because he knows what he wants more than me. With women, it's usually all soft touches and gentle caresses, feeling what the other woman feels, doing to her what you like having done to yourself, listening for her responses, and being guided by them. We like to tease and delay, and even when we reach a climax, it's all about reassurance and mutual pleasure."

"With Ezra, it's more like a contest. Sure, he gives me pleasure - incredible, unbelievable pleasure - but it's more like him taking what he wants from me and me giving myself to him.

I'm responding to him, even when I'm on top and controlling everything."

"Does he have all the power," Hazel asked. "Is he rough?"

"No; yes; sort of. It's complex. Sometimes, I have the power over him. I can tease him a lot, but nowhere as much as I can tease a woman because he'll reach a point where he can't control himself anymore; then he'll take me forcefully. That's the best bit of all: the idea that I've got him to a point - with my mouth or my body - where he's got to give in and use me to finish himself off."

"How do you tease him? How do you make him lose control?" Hazel asked.

Megan told the Juniors what it was like to suck Ezra's cock, giving him uncontrollable pleasure just with her mouth. She said it was his only erogenous zone, which the girls could hardly believe.

As they sat there, eyes shining, hanging on her every word, Megan realized she was talking for her own sake, trying to sort out exactly how she felt and why she longed for Ezra and neglected her female lovers.

She also realized she was getting the Juniors excited. It would be unfair to them if they had no outlet for their desires, so she needed to calm things down a bit.

"That's enough about sex for now. Tell me about yourselves. How long have you been Juniors together?"

"I'm nearly nineteen," Hazel said, "so I won't be a Junior much longer. Jenna joined me seven months ago, and Preeda has been a Junior for only two months."

"So, what work will you do after this, Hazel?"

"I'm a Farmer, so I'll work in the fields or maybe with the cows or chickens. It depends on what needs doing."

"You're a Farmer? I assumed you were all Cloners."

"No, the Juniors can be Farmers, Miners, or Cloners, though there aren't many teenage Miners."

"But how would you like to work in the fields after living with all this luxury?" Megan wondered.

"It'll be fine. It's hard work, planting, sowing, reaping, and digging drainage ditches, but it's satisfying, and I love my tribe. I love how we sing as we work and have wonderful feasts at the end of a hard day."

"I bet you keep all the best produce for yourselves," Megan said, not envious.

Hazel smiled silently to herself, and the other girls laughed.

"All right," Megan said, "what's it like being a Junior? What's the best part?"

"The best for me is living in the Hall here with these girls," Hazel said.

"Same for me," agreed Jenna. "It's fun living with the Juniors."

"Yes, it's the other girls," Preeda said. "And I like serving at the big table."

"I like the clothes," Jenna added.

"So, what are the worst parts?" Megan asked.

"It's a long day, getting up before the councilors and going to bed after them," Hazel said.

"It's boring having to wait around," Jenna said.

"I don't like washing the councilors," Preeda said quietly.

"Ewe!" said Megan. "You have to wash those old women!"

"And dress them," Jenna said, laughing. "It's not so terrible. They're sweet old dears, mostly."

"Preeda will get used to it," Hazel said wisely. "It's better than being a nurse."

"I don't like it when Madam Lawspeaker touches me," Preeda said.

"What do you mean she touches you?"

"Oh, it's nothing improper," Hazel clarified. "Just a pat on the bottom or a hand on a cheek."

"She strokes my hair and says how pretty I am," Preeda said. "Maybe it's innocent, but there's no need for it."

"You should report her to Madam Gloria - or does she also touch you?"

"Never, unfortunately," Jenna said. "I wouldn't mind if she did."

"Nor me," agreed Hazel. She could touch me anywhere she liked, anytime she wanted."

"Me too," said Preeda.

"You all fancy Gloria?"

"Of course, don't you?" asked Jenna.

"She's not beautiful."

"You need to see her up close," Preeda said. "When she looks at you, you just melt in her eyes. She sees everything. She knows you all the way through."

"Ezra's smitten," Hazel said. "You can tell by how he looks at her."

Megan felt jealous. An instant and mortifying passion. She'd never felt jealous of any woman.

Ezra had slept with. She'd been in orgies with him and felt only pleasure that she'd been able to share him with her girlfriends. Now she felt affronted as if he'd cheated on her. She needed to see for herself how he looked at Gloria.

"Girls, I'd like to help some more if I can. Will you let me be a Junior and wait on the table at dinner with you?"

"We'd love you to," Hazel exclaimed, "but you won't want to be a Junior dressed like that."

Megan was in her practical leather shorts and jacket. They were old and faded, besides being a little dusty from the journey.

"Come on, we'll wash and dress you for dinner."

"Yes," agreed Jenna, "we'll show you how we wash the councilors."

The girls stripped and ran to the bathroom, carrying thick towels left on hooks by the door.

They fetched buckets of water, sponges, and small bars of soft clay.

They began to wash each other, laughing as they splashed water around, rubbing each other with the clay and washing it off with the sponges. Then they got Megan to stand in the middle of a shower and began to work on her, cleaning her from the head down.

The Juniors laughed as they splashed, getting more water on each other than on Megan, but when she was thoroughly slathered in clay, they became more serious and attended properly to their tasks.

Jenna and Hazel stood beside Megan and got her to raise her arms. They used large wet sponges to wash the clay from Megan's face and shoulders around her firm breasts, armpits, and ribs. Their cleaning was slow and almost sensuous.

Meanwhile, Preeda knelt behind Megan and asked her to spread her legs. Whether it was intended to be sensuous or not, Megan responded to the intimate attention. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of soft sponges caressing her back, her tits, her sensitive buttocks, and her thighs.

"You said women are soft, but you're not soft!" Preeda said as she cleaned one of Megan's firm, pert buttocks.

Her firm tits stood out proudly, and the muscles of her stomach gave delicious shape to her thin waist, drawing a sexy line down her belly. Her athletic legs were beautifully shaped with stiff muscles. She had well-rounded calves, elegant ankles, and surprisingly dainty feet. She was a strong and lithe gymnast, beautiful and desirable to both women and men.

"I am soft in a few places," Megan said with a lusty smile.

"Not that we can feel," Hazel said with a giggle, her sponge gliding across Megan's taut stomach and lightly brushing the underside of her delectable tits.

Hazel and Jenna rinsed their sponges again, wiping the last clay from Megan's curved back and ribs.

Now there was just Preeda, kneeling before her, the sponge gently working between her legs and up toward her pussy. Then she stopped. Preeda softly brushed the wet sponge over Megan's luxuriant bush, not quite touching her most sensitive place. Megan was getting turned on despite herself.

Preeda wiped around her thighs again, and Megan shifted position, spreading her legs a little further apart. Preeda shuffled an inch closer. Megan could feel the girl's hot breath on her belly, a soft, small hand on her hip, the damp sponge poised tantalizingly before its target.

She held her breath as Preeda finally applied the sponge to her pussy.

And splash!

Hazel and Jenna had tipped their buckets over Megan's head, soaking both the girls.

Preeda shrieked, and Megan shouted, "What the fuck!" but the other girls just laughed and ran away to refill their buckets.

This naturally led to a sponge fight, in which Megan and Preeda took on Jenna and Hazel. Of course, Megan's side won due to the Herder woman's accuracy and strong throwing arm.

By the end, when the girls were thoroughly soaked from fighting and exhausted from laughing, they toweled each other down. This was just as intimate but not as sensuous. Then they walked, arms around each other's waists, back to the Junior dormitory and lay on their beds, giggling.

Soon, it was time to get dressed to serve dinner to the councilors and their guests. Megan's outfit was a question. She was closer in height and shape to Jenna: Hazel was taller, and Preeda was more petite. Jenna wore a blue polka-dot skirt and a white shirt.

She had spares of different colors, but Megan was more interested in the traditional spot Preeda that was kept for special occasions. It was a long red and gold silk rectangle wrapped a few times around the waist, then draped over the shoulder and tied off. With judicious folds, Preeda wrapped Megan up in the beautiful cloth, leaving tasty glimpses of cleavage and sexy calves.

Megan then indulged herself for ten minutes in front of one of the Cloner luxuries all the other tribes envied: the full-length mirror.

"It's beautiful, Preeda. Thank you."

"We're not finished with you yet," Hazel said. "Sit here."

Megan sat, and the girls attended to her hair and makeup. Jenna braided Megan's hair into three large plaits and hung them over her bare right shoulder. Hazel and Preeda got their makeup kits and went to work on Megan's face, applying purple eyeshadow, black kohl on her eyelashes, a tiny smear of color to highlight her strong cheekbones, and a subtle pink on her lips.

She looked gorgeous and spent another ten minutes pouting before the looking glass until the other girls were dressed. They went down together to the kitchen to assist the cooks, who had brought pots of food from the Fair to heat them.

Dinner with the Councilors

The discussion went smoothly in the council chamber. They agreed to a formal rule that the women of the Cloner, Farmer, and Miner tribes who now live with the Farmers were off-limits to Ezra so that his offspring would have unrelated people to mate with. This meant that Gloria was off-limits as well, which Ezra regretted. Gloria's reaction was unreadable, but Mirselene and Madam Lawspeaker strongly approved the rule.

Ezra thought he understood Mirselene's motivation: leaving the outer tribes with a monopoly on usually conceived children might balance the power of the Cloners. He didn't think there needed to be such a balancing power, but he'd agreed to follow the three chiefs in their decisions. However, he couldn't fathom why Madam Lawspeaker favored the rule for his life. It was a puzzle he'd leave for later.

"May I ask a favor?" Ezra said. "One of my bedmates is Kalyndra Ferne's daughter Mariner.

She's tried to conceive a clone, and we have tried many times together in the ordinary way to get her pregnant but without success. If I can supply new nanotech material, will you try as often as Kalyndra wants to give her a child?"

"Of course we will," Madam Gloria said. "When there's no limit to nanotech, there's no reason to be stingy."

"Have you thought, Ezra, that it might be Kalyndra herself who has the problem, not you nor the nanotech?" Madam Medic asked softly.

"It's a puzzle why it should be so," Calliope ventured. "How come Ferne conceived a clone when her identical daughter fails to conceive either by cloning or by normal sex?"

"But they're not identical," Madam Medic explained. "Ferne and Kalyndra have the same genes, so they look precisely similar, but if they grew up in different environments, their physiology would be different. Kalyndra was not malnourished as a child, but she might have suffered the lack of a particular vitamin essential to conception. In fact," Madam Medic carried on, musing to herself, "I wonder if that's what happens with the cosmic radiation." She trailed off into silence.

That gave Ezra more thought, and the table fell silent for a few minutes.

Hazel interrupted their thoughts by announcing that dinner was ready. It was a welcome interruption. Everyone was hungry, especially Ezra. The Juniors were invited to prepare the table and bring in the food.

The books were removed, plates and cutlery were brought in, glasses filled with water or fruit juice as desired, and, finally, hot food was brought in on plates. It was only now that the fourth Junior was noticed.

Megan had been busy in the kitchen, plating the dinners. Now, she was carrying them in on trays, and being well-balanced and quick, she did a good job. Solange was the first to comment.

"Is that you, Megan Herder?" Solange demanded. "What are you doing?"

"Making myself useful," she replied with a very bad, possibly ironic, curtsey.

"What do you think you look like, girl?"

"Beautiful and sexy, like all the Juniors, Madam. What do you say, Ezra?"

"Very fetching, Megan."

"Thank you, Sir," she said, dropping him a much finer curtsey than she'd given her chief.

"You call him Ezra?" Preeda asked, impressed by her boldness.

"Ezra Goldrick of the Three Tribes' is such a mouthful."

"So, you told us," Hazel muttered.

Megan giggled, and most of the women smiled, though Madam Lawspeaker frowned - because of the giggling, not because she understood the joke.

To be continued