CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, this is pretty impressive," Christopher said. Leesee'd led him up
to the third floor of her building and down a tiny hall. He'd been expecting a
cramped living space, perhaps in disrepair, and was pleasantly surprised.
Her quarters consisted of three, maybe four large rooms, walled in
colored tile and what looked like carved stone but had to be some sort of
locally produced synthetic. High, airy ceilings made the rooms, with their
sparse furniture, seem even bigger. Leesee led him inside and secured the old
fashioned door behind them. At the click of the lock, two women in white robes
identical to Leesee's swept in from a back room. Christopher stared at them in
surprise, eyebrows way up, and turned to his companion.
"These are my sisters," she told him, hand waving at the two women.
"Myna, and Bubek. Sisters, this is Christopher. He has just arrived this day
from space."
The two newcomers nodded their heads at him, their faint smiles and
peaceful expressions only slightly quelling Christopher's uneasy feeling.
Nobody even knows where I am, he thought suddenly. Berto and Hamee wouldn't
even know he was gone for another nine days.
"Bubek, he would like some food and drink," Leesee announced. The
skinny one nodded and walked out of the room. She was older than Leesee, maybe
closing in on forty years S. Above the vee collar of the robe her face was very
tan, and deeply lined as much from the sun as from time. She had shoulder
length straight brown hair, and her robe was sleeveless, revealing slender brown
arms laced with corded muscle and sinew.
Myna looked to be in her late twenties and was the complete opposite,
physically, of Bubek. Large bulbous breasts distended the front of her robe,
her hips wide and full below. A big head with a friendly, round face. She
wasn't quite fat, but there was nothing thin or tiny about her. Christopher
couldn't believe the three were sisters -- they didn't share a single feature.
Not one.
"Come," Leesee said, taking him by the hand. She led him toward one of
the side rooms. Myna smiled at him and joined them at the doorway as
Christopher saw the only object in the adjoining room.
It was a large oval pool, filled with water. Three meters long, two
wide, and maybe one deep. The inside of the pool was done in tiny tiles, blue
and green and orange, and lettering ran around the entire circumference just
above the water line. He didn't recognize the symbols and guessed it was the
written form of the native dialect.
Far too small to be a swimming pool, it seemed a little large to be used
solely for bathing.
"What's this?" he said.
"We thought you would enjoy a good bathing," Leesee said. Christopher
noticed two longhandled scrubbrushes beside the pool, with two folded drycloths
neatly laid beside a large sponge.
This is getting exceedingly strange, he thought. I thought I was just
going to have a little romp with a local all bubbly at the thought of gloving a
spacer, and now I'm in a native bath house. He looked over in time to see Myna
unfasten her robe and let it fall to the floor. She wore nothing underneath.
"Uh, wah--" he stuttered, staring at her pendulous breasts. Her fatty,
bulging vulva was hairless, and light reflecting off the poolwater danced across
it. Chris turned to Leesee and discovered she'd disrobed also. She had a slim
body with medium small breasts and tiny brown nipples. She was hairless too --
it seemed the Monnies were up on the latest fashion trends.
Hands grabbed at his pants and worked at unfastening them. As Myna
started pulling off his shortboots Bubek entered the room, a large serving tray
in her hands. Chunks of native fruits were piled on the tray, and also some
large brown lumps. An oversized type of nut, he supposed, or perhaps some sort
of meat. A large carafe of violet liquid sat beside the food.
"Drink and eat," Bubek told him, seemingly oblivious to her two sisters
busily undressing him.
Chris grabbed a likely looking piece of fruit and tried it. Sweet, and
juicy. Leesee pulled his shirt over his head and then stepped down into the
pool. The water came to just below her groin.
She held a hand out for him, and he felt Myna take one of his elbows.
Chris tested the water with a toe and was surprised at how warm it was. He
stepped down into the pool, and helped Myna in behind him.
Bubek set the tray down at the edge of the pool and offered him the
glass container of violet fluid.
"What is it?"
"A local specialty," Leesee told him. She watched as he put the
container to his lips and sipped. The drink was thick and flowery, and left a
faint burning warmth in his throat.
"Not bad," he said. "Is it intoxicating?"
"Not the way you mean," Bubek responded.
Chris felt slightly ridiculous, standing thigh deep in a small, shallow,
indoor pool, completely naked in front of three women, two of whom he'd known
for less than five minutes. He took another nervous gulp of the drink and
enjoyed the aromatic burn.
Bubek straightened up and quickly disrobed. Her body was thin and
stringy, breasts small and flat against her narrow ribcage. Her skin was a dark
brown, no tan lines visible anywhere. Her stomach muscles were very prominent,
as were the points of her hipbones. Her bald brown mound protruded
aggressively, sticking out as far from her body as her hipbones. She eased into
the water and Chris felt the gentle waves lap against him.
"You're so very hairy," Myna said, staring at his body. She didn't
sound too pleased about it, either.
"Sit down in the pool and we'll scrub you," Bubek said quickly, throwing
a sharp glance at her sister.
I can't even believe this is happening, and I'm here! he thought. Am I
going to have a story to tell Hamee and Berto. He quickly drank more of the
violet brew, the carafe more than half empty, and eased his body down into the
water.
Sitting straightlegged on the tile bottom the water came to just below
his neck. Myna and Leesee moved close and knelt on either side of him, Leesee
with the sponge. She wet it and began lightly scrubbing his chest, while Myna
ran her hands up and down his thighs, massaging his flesh.
"Dip your head under," Bubek told him, stepping around behind Chris.
She supported him as he leaned back and got his hair wet, then began massaging
his scalp with her fingers.
"You know, this isn't exactly what I had in mind when I came here,"
Chris said. It wasn't a complaint, not exactly.
"First your bath," Leesee told him. "Then you can cork us."
Did she just say us? Chris wondered. He felt a pleasant burning in his
stomach as well as his loins as the three clean freaks worked on him. Whatever
was going on, whatever their game was, he didn't quite understand it, but he
wasn't about to get up and leave. The questions rattling around his head he did
his best to stuff away into a dark corner.
Myna moved down his legs to his calves, then finally to his feet,
kneading all the way. Chris finished off the drink and set the container at the
edge of the pool, then reached for Leesee. She was kneeling over him, firmly
scrubbing his belly in circles with the sponge.
His hand found her undercarriage and he cupped an asscheek. His cock
was a steel beam, and he was getting hornier by the minute. She smiled at him
as his fingers found her folds and wormed inside. She must've smeared some sort
of cream on her skin, for the water seemed slightly thick and slippery to his
fingers.
"Lean back again," Bubek ordered him. She reached out for one of the
scrub brushes. "Hold your breath."
He dunked his head under and held his breath while she vigorously
scrubbed at his head with the brush. He liked the way it felt, the bristles
tugging at his hair and brushing against his scalp.
Bubek kept at it until he was running out of air, showing no inclination
to stop. Christopher sat up, water running from his nose and hair in his eyes
as he took a much needed gulp of air. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and
felt Bubek move close and press her body against his back. Her hands massaged
his neck, head, and shoulders tirelessly.
Leesee had worked the sponge down between his legs and was delicately
scrubbing his genitals. He had two fingers deep into her and wiggled them
around. She seemed to like it, but made no move to touch his erection.
Christopher was thrumming with desire, aching for someone to touch his
cock, make a move. His bone was so hard he could crack stone with it, so hot
the water around him should have been boiling. His heart was going so fast he
was panting. He couldn't remember ever being this aroused before, his whole
body one burning instrument of lust.
"Get up on your knees," Leesee told him. When she pulled away from his
churning fingers he lunged after her but was restrained by Bubek's hands on his
shoulders.
"Not yet," she said into his ear, forcing him to his knees in the water.
He barely felt the hard tile beneath him.
Leesee handed Bubek the sponge. Chris felt her begin scrubbing his
lower back and buttocks; then, finally, the crack of his ass. Leesee and Myna
stayed just out of his reach, and it was all he could do not to charge after
their nude bodies.
"I want to cork you, I want to pound you all for weeks," he gasped.
Finally it was too much, and he broke free from Bubek's grasp and lunged
for the women. Bubek tackled him from behind and they went under. Chris
swallowed a mouthful of water that tasted horrible and he staggered upright,
coughing. Myna and Bubek shoved him sideways and he landed on his side on the
tile, legs still in the pool. Before he could get his bearings Bubek rolled him
away from the edge until his legs were out of the water, then the women began
roughly toweling him dry before he'd even stopped coughing.
A nude body pressed up against him as he struggled to his knees and he
reached back in a blind attempt to grope flesh. He found a warm thigh, then
Leesee's hand closed around his wrist and yanked it further back. She grabbed
his other wrist, then was gone. Chris tried to stretch back to wherever she'd
disappeared to and found his wrists were bound together behind his back.
"Hey!" he yelled, starting to his feet. Bubek grabbed and muscled him
down to the floor. Chris was so surprised he barely struggled.
One of the women sat in the middle of his back as he lay facedown on the
floor, unable to escape. He couldn't reach her with his bound hands, and
couldn't get a knee under him on the slippery floor. He didn't want to fight,
and hadn't even thought about being afraid -- he was so consumed with lust that
all he could think about was grabbing a female, anyone, everyone, and fucking
for hours, days, weeks.
He could see them all around him, feet and knees on the floor as they
finished toweling off his still damp body. One of them roughly fluffed his head
with a drycloth, rolling his face back and forth across the hard tiles. Chris
was about to complain, then realized he could feel the towel as it moved across
his entire head. Which should have been impossible, unless he'd gone totally
bald.
The tile pressed against his hard cock, pinned between his thigh and the
floor. Involuntarily he began humping the tile, grunting with the effort as
there was still someone on his back.
"Time to go," one of them said. He was pulled to his feet, erection
flailing wildly. Bubek and Myna each held an elbow in an iron grip.
"Come on," Myna told him, pulling him forward. He tried to jerk out of
their grasp but they had him securely. They led him into the main room and
Chris saw Myna toss something onto a chair. He looked at her, curious, and was
thunderstruck to see she'd gone totally, completely bald. Belatedly he realized
it was a wig she'd plucked off her head. Swinging around he saw Bubek pulling
the wig off her own head. Absently he noticed that her skull was deeply tanned.
"Come on," Leesee called to them. She tossed her wig away, and Chris
wondered why he hadn't noticed before than not one of them had eyebrows or
eyelashes.
He was pushed and pulled toward the rearmost room of the living area as
he silently cursed his own penis for always getting him into trouble.
Nude, Leesee led the way. Chris was having trouble forming coherent
thoughts. All he could think about was penetrating her, and only the other
women's iron grip on his arms kept him from lunging, erection first, toward
Leesee's buttocks. He was so jacked up that even their sudden baldness hadn't
cooled the burning in his loins.
The back room wasn't a room at all but rather a short corridor that
ended in a door. The women wrestled him forward.
"What did you give me?" he gasped, thrusting his purple-headed staff
uncontrollably, his hips pumping of their own accord.
"A concentrated form of X-Cite-R," Bubek said. "Quite a lot of it, too,
along with some Breeder's Helper."
That explained a lot. X-Cite-R was a sexual stimulant, and aphrodisiac,
that worked remarkably well. Not just an erection pill, the drug actually
tricked the brain into releasing the hormones that caused sexual arousal.
X-Cite-R worked equally well on males and females, although it was easier to
tell when the men began to feel the effects of the drug.
Breeder's Helper was a simple compound used in the breeding of
domesticated animals. It hyperstimulated the male's reproductive organs and
increased the delivered payload to improve the chances of a successful mating.
Chris had no idea what the drug would do to him.
Leesee opened the door and he was pulled through. Chris found himself
on a balcony overlooking a large courtyard. So large, in fact, that the
building couldn't be much more than a hollow shell around it.
The courtyard resembled an atrium, twenty-five meters across at its
widest and open all the way up to the roof, five floors above his head. Chris'
third floor balcony was just one of many, all hanging over the vacant well that
took up the center of the building. He saw signs of severe structural damage,
due probably to that tectonic shift Leesee had told him about. It looked like
several of the building's internal walls had collapsed and rather than restore
them, the courtyard had instead been enlarged.
The floor of the courtyard was sparsely decorated, with several rows of
benches at one end. Thick pads of some sort covered most of the rest of the
floor.
Chris was dragged off the third floor balcony and down an exposed
staircase to a balcony angling off the second floor. This balcony looked
recently repaired. It had a low railing across the front, and another set of
stairs leading down to the courtyard proper. There was some sort of computer
console mounted on the wall, with an object on the floor under it that Leesee
picked up.
When she approached him Chris saw that Leesee held a braided ring of
synthsteel with a lock. She deftly fastened it around his neck with a click
while avoiding his clumsy thrusts. He never even succeeded in touching her with
his flailing shaft.
Leesee tugged at the collar, verifying that it was secure. Then she
strode back to the control console and hit a button. It glowed red.
"Okay," she said.
Bubek and Myna let go of Chris' arms and backed away from him quickly.
They moved halfway up the stairs to the third floor balcony. Free at last,
Chris turned and ran at them, hands still bound behind his back. Just as he
reached the first step and was about to surge upward lightning flashed behind
his eyes. He found himself lying on his back, staring at the courtyard's
ceiling far above. Fighting back nausea Chris struggled to his feet and looked
at Leesee, still standing beside the console.
"Balcony's enclosed by a repeating field," she told him. "In your
present state you wouldn't have stopped if I'd just told you about it. The
shock won't kill you, but as you've probably figured out, it hurts like hell."
She dashed away from the box, across the balcony, and up the stairs
toward her retreating sisters. Chris lunged at her as she passed, but with no
hands to grab her, and still woozy from the shock, he never was a threat. He
skidded to a stop before he got anywhere near the stairs. The three of them
were out of sight a few seconds later.
Cursing, Chris bounced on the balls of his feet and spun in circles.
The balcony was empty but for a low padded bench and a small cushion on the
floor beside it.
Looking around for any possible escape route, or opportunity for sexual
release, Christopher's eyes were drawn to a balcony on the far side of the
courtyard. Another man stood there, nude, bald, arms behind his back. Chris
could just make out the collar around his neck as the man paced restlessly.
Krikes! he cursed silently. He tried to work his hands around far
enough so that he could reach his throbbing member. No chance. He cursed again
and bounced around aimlessly, pacing, panting, swearing. He felt the warm air
brushing against his bare scalp. One glance was all it took to confirm that he
had no hair left anywhere on his body. Whatever chemical they'd put into that
bathwater had eaten the hair right off of him. His fingernails felt strangely
soft too. At all costs he was going to avoid taking another bath in that water.
He didn't want anything else falling off.
Christ. Well, I hope it'll grow back. On my head, if nowhere else.
Provided I get out of here, he thought.
Finally no longer able to stand it, and barely capable of rational
thought, Chris laid face down on the padded bench and began humping it
frantically. In some small corner of his mind he was humiliated, but the feel
of his organ rubbing against something, anything, was all he cared about. He
vowed to beat the hell out of the women for placing him in this position. If he
ever got the opportunity, that is -- they hadn't made a mistake yet.
