The Great Escape Chapter 16, Part 1 of 12

The Great Escape
Chapter 16, Part 1 of 12

Yumi woke up in the night, disoriented and scared. Memories crisscrossed her mind: Earth, Capella, the emergency on Ezra's ship, and being revived. She clung to Ezra, the only fixed point she knew.

"It's all right, Yumi," he said, shaken awake by her cries. "You're on Samothea. You're safe."

He put his arm around her and held her as she breathed rapidly, shaking from her night terrors. The crashing rain made the tent roof dip. Water ran in torrents down its sides. Yumi shivered again.

"You're safe," he repeated.

She rested her head on his chest and began to breathe normally. She was soon asleep again, and finally, Ezra nodded off.

When Yumi woke again, it was early morning. Her head was clear. She remembered where she was and who Ezra was. She even remembered Dagma, who slept on the other side of Ezra during the surprisingly cold, wet night. Weak but not tired, Yumi thought she'd slept enough in the last year. She resolved to spend all day breathing fresh air as deeply as possible and standing upright for as long as possible.

Dagma also got up. During their morning ablutions, she helped Yumi with a supporting arm.

The camp was abuzz when they returned, and Yumi learned the day's routine. After breakfast, the Mariner women took out the raft and went fishing while Megan and the three Woodlander girls took the horses onto the plain to find good pasture and give Carlin a riding lesson.

Ezra stayed in the camp to clear up, moving buckets of night rain into the shade to keep cool.

Yumi and Dagma chatted as they watched him work. He swept sand out of the tents and prepared a cold fish, cheese, and dry beef lunch. Typically, Dagma would help, but today, she thought she'd be more helpful in assisting Yumi to come to terms with the strange new world she found herself in.

Yumi was fascinated by the women of Samothea but shocked that they went around undressed in front of Ezra, especially the Mariner women, who worked naked. At least the others put on clothes to go horse-riding.

She was also shocked when Dagma explained that, except for the youngsters, all the women here were Ezra's lovers, though 'bedmates' was the designated term. Yet it also made sense: she learned that no other men were on Samothea, and Dagma wasn't the only pregnant woman there.

The riders returned to camp briefly before the Mariners returned with their catch. The cold lunch was good, and the chatter was lively as the women rested in the sun for half an hour; then, it was time for swimming lessons. Ezra gave a task to the Woodlander girls as they set off: he asked them to collect a load of cooking stones.

Dagma suggested to Yumi that they watch the swimmers. Yumi sensibly left off her shoes, as they were impractical for the beach, though it made her one of the shortest people in the camp. She also took off her stockings to keep cool.

Cressi stayed behind to help Ezra clear up and, when they were done, took him by the hand and led him away to the dunes. Of course, it was her week with him, and she was determined to make up for the time she'd already missed. She chatted happily, laughing and joking, taking him to a good spot beyond the dunes with thick, soft grass.

Already naked from fishing in the morning, Cressi impatiently helped Ezra strip. As usual, she was wild. She jumped on him, and although she weighed almost nothing, he pretended to be knocked over and fell on his back, pulling her on top. She straddled him and kissed him hard, her hands in his beard. She could kiss like this forever, but she had other needs. She pushed herself up his body and pressed her sweet little tits into his face.

He nibbled and sucked the pretty globes until she wanted something else and pulled herself further up his body, presenting to him first her ribs, then her thin flat stomach. Eventually, she knelt astride his head, pushing her cute pussy, with its frame of yellow hair, onto his mouth.

Ezra licked and fondled her pussy, until Cressi enjoyed a sweet clutch of orgasms.

Daintily, she got off him and lay back on the warm grass. She shut her eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the afterglow of sexual fulfillment. Ezra turned so he lay beside her. He traced a fingertip gently down her body, from chin to neck to shoulder, around a tit a few times, across her ticklish ribs to her waist and thigh, then down a thin leg to a knee.

"Mumm," she said, "more."

He used his whole hand to caress her.

"More," she said, "much more."

He lay on her, and as they kissed, he pushed his cock into her slit. She sighed and lifted her knees for a deeper angle. He began to thrust. She popped her tongue into his mouth as she breathed heavily, moaning with pleasure, feeling the delightful rub of his cock in her tight pussy.

As she got more turned on, Cressi writhed underneath him, sticking her claws into his back and scratching him hard. He grabbed her arms and held them to the side so she couldn't scratch. Instead, she sank her teeth into his upper arm.

"Ow!" he cried, letting go of her arms and pushing himself up. She got a last scratch across his chest before he pulled entirely off her. Cressi was disappointed yet unrepentant. She grinned, but Ezra moved only for self-protection.

He pulled her up, turned her around so she was kneeling away from him, and pushed her forward. He grabbed her arms and held them crossed behind her back. Her cute arse was in the air, her legs spread, her hair-lined pussy lips flared and shone with her juices. He pushed his cock into her slit, and she moaned deeply, rocking her pelvis.

Ezra fucked her hard, thrusting vigorously into her tight little pussy. Cressi shrieked happily.

"Can you swim?" Dagma asked Yumi as they stood on the shore watching the swimmers.

"Yes," Yumi said, "but I'm not sure I want to go naked in front of everyone."

Yumi leaned on Dagma's arm, grateful to her pregnant companion. The glare from the bright ocean made Yumi regret not having her sunglasses.

"I was learning to swim, but I got sunburned," Dagma said. "Would you like to go for a paddle?"

They walked into the warm, clear water to their knees, feeling the soft golden sand between their toes.

Talking as they splashed along, Yumi occasionally stopped to rest and once leaned on Dagma's arm for steadiness, but she persevered. The hot sun invigorated her. The sea lapped at her calves, and the salt wind cooled her face. She was gaining strength all the time. It wasn't long before they were so far along the shore that the gentle whoosh of the ocean drowned out the excited yelps and cries of the girls frolicking on the raft.

Then, they heard a new noise above the wind and the waves. High-pitched moans and lower-pitched grunts came from the other side of the dunes.

"Is that Ezra?" asked Yumi.

"Yes. We should turn back. He's doing his duty to Cressi."

"It sounds like she's enjoying it."

"We all enjoy it, though not quite so noisily as Cressi."

Then Dagma remembered.

"Wait until you meet Dipti," she added confidentially. She's an absolute screamer."

After Cressi had cum a couple of times on his cock, crying out and shaking as she convulsed,

Ezra, at last, splurged his load into the girl, gripping her waist tightly.

They dipped in the sea and returned to the soft grass to rest and dry off in the sun. Always cheerful, Cressi was especially happy after sex and wanted to chat. She lay on him and told him what was on her mind. When she'd run out of fascinating things to say, Ezra took his turn:

"Do you know what I love most about you, Cressi?"

"Everything, of course, because I'm almost perfect."

"Only almost?"

"Well, I have a mole on my neck, and my hair is all frizzy instead of straight. It's boringly blonde. I'd love to have Thalassa's hair."

Thalassa had long, straight chestnut hair that glinted deep red in the sun. The women competed unstatedly at their daily grooming sessions for the pleasure of combing Thalassa's hair. Tamar's golden mane was also a favorite in the camp.

"I like your frizzy hair," Ezra said, "and the color suits you fine. No, what I love most about you is that you're so uncomplicated."

"Why should I be complicated?"

"No reason. It's just that many women are."

"But I don't understand: what is to be complicated about?"

She rolled off him and lay on her back. She felt the hot sun on her perky breasts and thin thighs.

"I enjoy my work," Cressi said, arching her back and wiggling her toes as she stretched her arms out over her head.

"I have wonderful friends. I have enough to eat, a substantial hut, and a firm bed to sleep in. I have Salema for woman sex and you for man. Soon, your seed will do its stuff, and

I'll get a child to love. What else do I need?"

"Nothing. Life is perfect for you, as it should be. You're the happiest person I know, and you deserve to be happy."

"I do," she agreed.

"Because you're so happy, you can afford to be generous."

"Oh, no, you don't," she warned, facing him. "I'm not sharing you again. You're mine!"

"Please, Cressi? For the sake of your friends. I feel I'm neglecting them."

"You're not neglecting them. They've had their time. Now it's my turn."

"But Kalyndra and Devon missed out almost their whole week, and Thalassa isn't an official bedmate."

"Are they complaining?"

"No. You know they wouldn't complain. Well, Devon would, but she hasn't."

Cressi was silent. Despite her protests, she was an invariably generous girl who had never refused anything. He saw this when she volunteered for the salvage party.

Moreover, she would never refuse to give up her place for Kalyndra, with whom she had always been good friends.

"I'll make it up to you," he said.

"How?"

"However, you like."

Cressi took her time to mull the possibilities.

"All right," she said finally. I know what I want. I'll release you for one afternoon if you do with me what you do with Kalyndra."

"Ask for something else."

"You refuse?"

"Do you know what Kalyndra and I do?"

"Some of it. I saw the marks you left on her last week - but more importantly, I saw how happy she was. All the next day, she was floating on air. She was serene, radiant, and full of color.

Tell me why: what do you do together?"

"I tie her up, gag her, and spank her as punishment. Sometimes, I give her impossible orders just so she'll fail, and I can punish her some more."

"I see."

Cressi lay silent and thoughtful. Her lusty inner devil began to tug at her.

"Do you want that?" he asked.

"I want to know what she gets out of it, to see if I like it," she answered cautiously. "I want to feel her contentment."

She was leaning against him, her hands on his chest.

"I think you'll like it," he said, "and it'll give me a chance to get back at you for all the damage you've done to me."

"Like this?" she asked, laughing as she ran a finger along the scratch she'd made from his shoulder across his chest to his stomach. She also kissed the mouth-shaped bruise on his arm.

"Exactly."

"I thought you were going to refuse," she said.

"Not at all. The opposite. I don't want you to give up one of your days for something I would do anyway if you ask me."

"But I would have given up one of my days for Kalyndra if she'd asked, so I'm content. They can have tomorrow."

"All right. I'll tie you up and fuck you when we're back in the Beach Settlement."

"Good."

She climbed back on him and lay her head on his chest. The growing grass around them smelled warm and sweet. The hot sun beamed down, roasting her back. Sweat pooled in the contours of her spine between the muscles of her thin waist. He wiped the sweat as he stroked her back.

"You're boiling," he said.

"Hmm, lovely."

To a northerner like Ezra, tropical heat was a stimulus, boosting his sex drive. Pretty soon, he was ready to go again. She felt the prodding of his hardening cock against her thigh and pushed herself up to sit on him and ride him to another satisfying climax.

Dagma and Yumi were first back to the camp, followed by the swimmers, who wrapped themselves in blankets and got out their combs.

Tamar offered to brush Yumi's hair and sat down behind her. Carlin came and sat behind Tamar and began to comb her friend's hair. Then Megan sat behind Carlin. One by one, the other women joined in so that when Ezra and Cressi returned, there was a circle of women, each combing the hair of the woman in front and having her hair groomed by the woman behind.

It was a lovely sight for Ezra: profoundly social and beautifully feminine.

Kalyndra, combing Thalassa's hair, moved back and invited Cressi to join the circle before her.

Now, only Wildchild was absent from the group, preferring to shake her thick curls dry. She avoided the chore of grooming by keeping her wild black hair short: the only time Wildchild allowed anyone to touch her hunting knife was when she gave it to Tamar once a month to hack at her curls.

Instead, she was building a small cooking platform from the stones she and the other girls had brought back for Ezra. Having divined his purpose, Wildchild laid the rocks on a sandy patch by the campfire, their flattest sides upward.

Grooming finished, and dinner was quickly prepared. Instead of gutting and slicing the fish in two, they were rolled in mud from the watering hole. Hand-shaped flatbreads were ready to be laid on the stones, which now needed only heat. For that, Wildchild had charged her laser penknife in the sun. Smiling to acknowledge her understanding, Ezra fetched his penknife, and the two set to fry the stones with bright laser beams until they glowed red.

When the clay-wrapped fish were laid on the hot stones, they spat and cracked. The flatbreads sighed and let off steam. At that heat, they cooked quickly, gaining a crunchy skin without the usual ashy tinge from a wood fire. The fish was succulent and sweet, easy to eat because the bones fell out, and the scales adhered to the clay casing when it was split open.

There was not much to say at dinner that hadn't already been said at lunch except for the obvious questions everyone wanted to ask Yumi. They were denied because Ezra commandeered her for a private chat. Thwarted, the salvage party reverted to their usual pattern of conversation, led by the three chattiest girls: Cressi, Thalassa, and Tamar. Tamar could be relied upon to tell a long, inconsequential story of burning importance.

Ezra was pleased to see that Yumi ate well and seemed to be stronger.

"So, what do you think of Samothea?" he asked.

"It's lovely," she replied, adding: "I think you're fortunate. They're all such beautiful women."

"Aren't they?"


To be continued