The Great Escape Chapter 17, Part 4 of 8

The Great Escape
Chapter 17, Part 4 of 8

The meeting went well, including Ezra's request for Solange.

"Can I ask you a favor?" he said.

"Certainly," Solange replied. "I like it when you're in my debt."

"Please, will you invite Carlin and Tamar to spend a month with the Herders?"

"They're always welcome, but are you sure this is what Eloise wants?"

"No, that's why I need another favor. Will you persuade her?"

"You mean persuade her that if Yael visits us, Herders, we won't try to kidnap her again?"

"Yes. She'll trust you."

"She won't, but I'll try to see if it's important to you."

Solange sought out Eloise. As she approached the tall blonde woman, she loosened her leather jacket, undoing the buttons. She also undid the top of her leather shorts.

"Eloise," she said. "Ezra has asked me to assure you that we Herders have no intention of kidnapping Yael again. He seems to think you'll take my word, but I don't believe that, so let me show you something."

Solange lifted her jacket and pushed down the top of her shorts to expose her waist. There was a big scar on one side, fully healed but painful-looking.

"This is where Ezra stabbed me with his laser knife when we disagreed last year. You can trust him to do the same again if I don't keep my word to you regarding your daughter."

"I see," Eloise said. "Thank you, Madam, I trust you."

The two women nodded to each other, and that was that. So, at the end of the meeting, Yumi, Carlin, Tamar, and Ezra left with the Herders, riding down to the mid-way camp midway, which they reached in the afternoon.

Tamar and Ezra shared a horse, taking turns to steer her. Carlin rode behind Megan, and Yumi rode behind Glynn. As the horse jolted and shook her the whole way, she wished she'd stayed with the Woodlanders. That Solange, Megan, and a few other riders were pregnant reassured her that the bumping wouldn't endanger her child, so she was more worried about her buttocks than her belly.

Yumi settled in at the camp, making friends with Ash, who spread out a bed for her in a shared hut. Solange meant to spend the night alone with Ezra, so her bedmate, Ash, was reluctantly banished for the night.

Solange listened to the tribe's problems, made some judgments, and led Ezra away for the night after a wash in the stream and a good dinner.

She stripped naked in an efficient and non-sensual manner and lay on the leather bedding on her back, her legs spread, her arms folded behind her head, her chest not relatively so flat as before, her belly with a warm round bulge down to her tightly curled pubic hair.

Ash had doodled some more tattoos, so there was little of Solange's brown skin that didn't have purple designs, except her buttocks and inner thighs. Ash also left her face alone, for which Ezra was grateful. He didn't like tattoos.

As he stripped and lay down beside her, naturally aroused whenever he was in her naked presence, his hardening cock pushed against her thigh. He caressed her belly and leaned over to kiss her.

Things heated up from there, and soon, he was lying on her, careful not to put too much weight on her belly and sucking on her tiny tits with their hard nipples. He pushed a finger into her twat. She was tight, as always, squeezing with her pelvic wall muscles.

He fingered her and felt her juices flowing. She gasped when he rubbed her sweet spot, widening her legs and pushing up her pelvis.

He kissed her again, and she met his tongue with hers.

She was ready. She raised her knees, and he pulled his finger out, held her shoulders, positioned his cock at her pussy, and pushed. God, she was tight! They both loved this part of their lovemaking when he had to force himself into her, and she fought his intrusion with all her strength. He pulled out and pushed in again, further this time, his cock slick with her juices.

Another withdrew and moved in, and another, and then he was inside all the way.

He pushed himself up on his hands to make a steeper angle and began thrusting. She hooked her ankles behind his thighs, using him as a fulcrum to thrust her pelvis in rhythm with his.

They looked at each other, eyes locked, as he plunged deeply into her, breathing heavily with the effort, loving her response as she thrust back, squeezing his cock. Then she spoke for the first time:

"I hear you've been giving me orders, Earthman."

"What?" he gasped, stopping his thrusts. He lay heavily on her, his hard cock still in her pussy.

"Good God, Solange! You want to talk about it now?"

"When better? I've got your complete attention."

"Fucking hell, Woman!"

He held her by the hair, kissing her on the mouth. He began thrusting into her again.

"All right," he said, lifting his mouth from hers," don't expect coherent answers."

He put extra effort into fucking her, pulling out and thrusting hard back in, making her gasp and trying to make her lose her thread.

"When ... did I ... give you ... uh! ... orders?" he gasped out, his voice in a croak.

She had more control of her voice than him but still had to close her eyes and let out a moan every so often. She wrapped her legs across his back and let him do the work.

"Glynn passed on your commands to me. Oh God! You say. I'm to do this, but I'm not to do that."

He was thrusting in hard, sucking firmly on a nipple, a hand squeezing her other tit. She gasped and stroked the back of his head, eyes shut, trying to relax. She breathed out.

"Do you think you should be telling an ahh! Tribal chief God! What should she do or shouldn't do?"

He rammed her a few times quickly. She stuck her nails into his shoulders and breathed heavily, keeping her tight squeeze. He slowed to a more casual rhythm.

"I'm sorry ... Solange. ... I was ... agitated ... uh! ... at the time. ... I didn't mean to offend you.  

Forgive me?"

She was only teasing.

"What for? Oh God!" He squeezed a nipple hard and smiled when she shook her head from side to side, moaning deeply. "I'm happy you're ... finally throwing your ... weight ... around. ... ahh! ... Men should give the ... orders and ... Oh God! ... women should smile and ... obey."

Again, he sped up for a bit, and she panted into his ear, holding him tightly around the neck, her back arching, feeling the strain of a building climax.

"I don't believe that," he gasped gruffly, "and I know ... uh! You don't ... either."

Solange smiled and shut her eyes, letting the sensual joy wash over her. She was on the edge of a first orgasm. His mouth was on her tit again, giving it a delicious strong pull. The spasm began in her pussy and ran up her back and across her thighs. He felt the rhythmic squeeze and heard her loud and insistent moans. He loved this part: she felt her orgasms all over, and it made her lose herself altogether.

He held her head and pressed their mouths together as she came, her body stiffening and releasing in waves. She held him tightly with her arms and legs as the spasm passed.

Now there was no more talking as they fucked to the finish line. Solange, on her sexual plateau, was a delight to fuck. Highly responsive and orgasmic, she came again and again in muscle-straining waves until, at last, he couldn't hold off any longer and, with a loud groan, held her shoulders and pushed in hard, splurging his juice into her rippling pussy.

A few more nervy thrusts and the tension lifted. He lay on her, recovering, exhausted for now but satisfied.

She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her hands on his shoulders, her head warmly on his chest, basking in the cooling embers of their passion.

"That was nice," she said. "So, Earthman, why don't you want to rule us mere women?"

"Oh God! Not this still?"

"Come on, you know I like to talk after sex."

"And during it as well, it seems."

His protests were belied by the tender way he caressed her back, running his thumbnail gently up her spine, making her tingle.

"Well, what's your answer?"

"Why don't I want to rule mere women? Because you're not 'mere' women at all: you're amazing survivors who know your planet much better than I do. Also, it's wrong if no one will stand up against me. I don't want power. I never have. That's one reason I became a prospector. We usually work alone. So, I never have to give anyone orders."

"What's wrong with liking power?"

"I just don't trust people who want power."

"Yet you trust us, three chiefs."

"I know Mirselene took the job because no one else would. So did Calliope."

"What about me? I became chief and stood against two rivals, including the previous chief.

How come you trust me?"

"Who says I trust you?"

"I do."

"All right," he admitted, "I trust you - because I've seen how you wield power. I can trust you to be fair, even when you have to be firm."

"You're a flatterer, Earthman. Why can't you be a fair ruler as well? Besides, I don't want power just to boss people around. I have a plan, and I think you do, too."

"I don't have a general plan," he said, "but I have some specific aims. I can tell you one of them."

"Why do you need the emergency escape pods?" she guessed.

"Exactly."

Ezra never liked keeping secrets from the three chiefs. He was happy to tell Solange what he intended.

"Yes, that's a good reason," she agreed. "All right. I'll help you with transportation, but I hope it won't come to that. Meanwhile, I have an order of my own for you."

"Yes?"

"Fuck me hard again!"

The next night, the Herder party reached the Southern Camp and settled in for the next three weeks. The women leading the herd arrived back at dusk and took their places at the campfire for dinner. One of the Herders caught a glimpse of long golden hair over a stick-thin body and cried out:

"Tamar, my girl, you're back!"

The woman rushed up to Tamar and hugged her, kissing and holding her tightly.

"Judith!" Tamar cried. She hugged her Herder mother, the woman who had snatched her and brought her up. "I've missed you. This is my friend, Carlin."

Judith had to tear herself away from Tamar to greet Carlin. Her eyes were wet.

"How come you're here, Darling?"

"Carlin and I came with Ezra and Yumi. We're staying a month, Mummer, Judith."

"Oh!" Judith exclaimed and hugged Tamar again. Now, tears flowed down her cheeks.

"That's more sentiment than I can stand," Solange said to Ezra. "Come on, Earthman, I need you to fuck me in the arse. Never mind your dinner."

He grabbed a last mouthful of food and obediently followed her to her hut.

"Solange, what about me?" Ash asked.

"You can enjoy yourself."

While Ezra made Solange squeal from mixed pleasure and pain, Ash and Yumi shared a hut.

Like last night, they stripped and used their naked bodies to keep each other warm. Yumi was getting used to this friendly, intimate habit, but none of the women she'd shared a bed with had suggested there was anything sexual intended. However, Ash seemed to have a different idea.

"Do you want to kiss?" she asked, adding: "We can because I asked Solange's permission."

This was a curious statement for many reasons.

"Why do you want to kiss?" Yumi asked.

"To make each other happy, of course. Don't you make love when you go to bed?"

"Not to women. I'm not a lesbian."

"What's a lesbian?"

Yumi was a little shocked. Yet, she thought, on a planet where sex between women was universal, there was no need to give it a memorable name.

"A lesbian is a woman who loves other women," she explained.

Now Ash was shocked.

"Don't you love other women?" she asked.

"Not in that sense. Not sexually."

"Why not? Women are lovely!"

"They are, but I don't have sex with them."

Ash thought about this and then asked:

"Is it because there are so many men on Earth that you don't need to have sex with women?"

"No, not really. I mean, it's not that women are second-best. It just doesn't come up on Earth like here on Samothea."

"Why not? Men and women are different, aren't they? I love sex with Ezra - I love it - but I love sex with Solange just as much. Even if there were lots of men around, I'd still want sex with women as well."

Yumi had no answer to that.

"I suppose it's just an Earth custom," she said, "especially the part of Earth I'm from. We generally keep to the same partner, and having sex with anyone else, man or woman, is considered cheating."

"Even if your partner gives you permission?"


To be continued