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Irkutsk

By: Wanda_5



Disclaimer:

I have taken liberties in this story with the geography and social conditions of Russia. I apologise to any who feel I have misrepresented Russia or Russians - I have no such intention-it is merely my chosen location for a fiction. I selected this location because I consider it remote and exotic. We Australians are fascinated by huge lakes full of fresh water -- very different from Lake Eyre! This is a work of fiction and none of the characters involved is based on any real person.

I have written this in English. Those accustomed to US English may find the spelling a little unusual, for instance 'arse' (ass). I have, however, used imperial measurements in preference to metric throughout much of this story. That is because I am old enough to have grown up with feet and miles, which were in use when I went to school, in the sixties.

I acknowledge the work of Elizabeth Kübler-Ross in developing her five-stage model of grief. I have used it in this story, but my thanks are also because of its benefit in understanding my own reactions and those of others to some of life's problems.

And many thanks to Jenna 112211 for great editing. I wasn't an easy subject for that!

Prologue - a new country

I was a middle-aged lawyer specialising in the fields of criminal law and Asian law, becoming a little jaded with my career in Australia. My personal life was worse: I was divorced and had no family living. In every respect I was isolated and stale. I saw an advert on the internet for lawyers to work a three-month stint in remote parts of Asia. While I had no idea what this might be like, I felt I needed a dramatic change in my life. I answered the advert and got the job.

I resigned my job and arranged an agent to rent out my house and manage my investments. I also started learning Russian, which was much less intimidating once I understood the Cyrillic alphabet. Three weeks after seeing the advert I boarded a plane for Irkutsk via Beijing. I walked on feeling both excited and worried about the future for the first time in many years. As instructed I had just one bag, packed mainly with warm clothing. Siberia was going to be cold for the approaching winter, certainly much colder than I had experienced in Australia.

During the long flights I started to worry about the bold step I had taken, but as we prepared for landing and I saw Lake Baikal below I was focused again on the great adventure before me. Irkutsk Airport seemed refreshingly normal, and I was met by Valery, a young man who exuded confidence - and a little alcohol. He drove me to the house where a room had been set aside for me. I had time just to drop off my bag and was then taken straight to the office. The work was urgent and I started immediately before I had even properly moved in. I had expected long hours and the job fulfilled those expectations. However, the money was good, and nearly all of it was going safely into my account. I was given an old Lada four-wheel-drive to get around in, and it was perfect for my short drives around town. On a few occasions, I was able to find the time to go out and mix socially. I took note of what appeared to be a surplus of beautiful young ladies, and was interested. However, despite my ability to argue a legal matter in a court I become completely tongue-tied when talking to attractive women, even in English. As a result my involvement here was limited to watching and dreaming.

Three months passed in a whirl and I was offered, and accepted, another three months at a higher rate and a large bonus. I was certainly financially secure now, not that finances had been a problem beforehand. The next three months were not quite as enjoyable, and I was ready to leave after this second period. However, having seen little of the area in my time there, and recalling the lovely view of Lake Baikal when I had flown into Irkutsk, I decided to explore the early spring in the countryside a little before leaving Russia. I had asked around about the countryside, but no one seemed to know anything about it. My former employer had no further use for the little four-wheel-drive and was happy to give it to me to use for as long as I wanted.

Into the unknown

I serviced the Lada, stocked up with food and petrol and a few other supplies, and bought myself a few other items familiar to bush travellers in Australia. The next day, free of any ties, I drove northeast, aiming for Khuzhir on Olkhon Island, which was in Lake Baikal. I had seen Khuzhir shown on maps, and those maps showed a ferry that would take me across to the island. The trip to Khuzhir was uneventful, and I arrived there in time to find a basic room for the night.

The next morning I set out to look at the far tip of the island, less than 30 km away. The island was only just over 10km wide at its widest and my maps showed only one road running that direction. It was impossible that someone experienced in travelling throughout outback Australia could get lost in such an area. However, I have a talent for achieving the impossible. I have no idea how it happened, but somewhere between the irregular terrain, the awful condition of the road, the confusing signposting and the heavily overcast skies preventing any sightings on the sun (or later the stars), I travelled 50 km in 15 hours on very rough boggy tracks without reaching the end of the island. I was now completely lost in the dark. I was also cold and hungry, and not looking forward to sleeping either in or outside the car.

I finally saw a light in the distance. I drove towards it and found an old stone cottage. Some light was bleeding out from behind heavy curtains. This was my only hope to find somewhere warm to sleep. I parked the car outside and tried the door. Inside it was not much warmer than outside and it was poorly lit, but someone was serving drinks. There were a dozen or so others there, but in their warm clothing and fur hoods I could barely make out whether they were men or women. I was able to make myself understood enough to buy a drink, but no one seemed to understand English and my Russian wasn't cutting it either.

Finally the one behind the bar understood enough to get me a meal. I could see when she pulled back her hood a little to talk to me that she was a woman, maybe in her 30s. She started to talk to me about my family, my destination, and my timetable. It was fortunate indeed that I knew the Russian word ничто (neesh-TOH, meaning 'nothing') as it was my answer to all of these.

Not what it seemed

I was tired after the day and asked if I could have a room for the night. She took me to a very basic cellar with a bed and very little else. I gave her some money and decided that I had all I needed for the night. I could follow up other requirements in the morning. I found two spare blankets, got undressed and put all the bedclothes on top of me. I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, relaxed and confident that I could cope with whatever the world could throw at me as long as I could get a good rest.

I had no idea how long I had slept, but it was still pitch dark when I was awoken by the creaking of the door opening. After a few moments I felt someone quietly slip into my bed and I felt a small firm breast cold against my cheek. A moment later there was more movement on the other side and I felt two much larger, softer breasts pressing into my bare back.

The owner of the larger breasts reached around and began tweaking one of my nipples to hardness. Gradually she changed from little tweaks to squeezing and twisting. I wasn't sure whether it was painful or pleasurable, but after months of celibacy I wasn't going to argue. Her attentions started a familiar reaction lower down. I could hear quiet moaning and to this day I have no idea whether it was me or one of my visitors. Then a mouth (clearly the slimmer lady's) suddenly enveloped me and started busily sucking and sliding up and down my hardness. I wasn't going to last long, but it didn't happen for long. Before I knew it the mouth disappeared and then without any warning she pushed me over on my back and impaled herself on me, right down to the hilt. God she felt good - slippery but tight and warm. I swear I could feel her heartbeat inside her for a few moments while she sat still there. I know I was becoming vocal now.

The other lady then climbed on my face and gave me a sloppy kiss with her pussy. That shut me up, but the two women made up for that. The slimmer lady started a rapid rhythm lifting herself up until I was about to slip out, then slamming herself down hard on me. I think I must have lasted all of five seconds before I exploded in her. I could feel my gooey liquid squeezing out as she continued to slide up and down on me while I was still erect, just a little slower. Suddenly she jumped off and another woman, even wetter, took her place. What was happening?

When thinking back on this night (it only happens about fifty times a day) I wonder if I might have been able to change my destiny if I had made a concerted effort to escape at this point. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that I didn't escape.

What followed was what some might regard as a dream, others a nightmare. For me it was simply what happened. After a remarkably short time the second woman got a share of my seed. However, when she lifted herself off me I slid out soft and useless. It wasn't a dream after all; I was just an ordinary mortal.

In the dark, I was the only one who knew I had become soft until yet another woman climbed aboard. When she realised I was soft she said something I couldn't understand. This was the first clear word that had been spoken throughout the entire scenario. Clearly the others understood it, as many pairs of hands grabbed me and held me down. There were hands on my head, shoulders, arms, waist, thighs, feet - I couldn't count them, and there were still two sitting on me. The light came on but I could see nothing as hands were over my eyes. I felt a hand between my legs, and a needle sticking into me. I struggled desperately, but there were too many of them, and they seemed very strong. They strapped me tightly to the bed, and then the hands left me, including those over my eyes. I could at last see my attackers.

There were at least a dozen gorgeous naked women in the room. Most looked to be in their twenties. The only one I recognised was the bartender from the night before. She might have been a little older but she was just as sexy. She spoke to me in perfect English, without a trace of an accent:

"Hello Michael. There is one thing you need to understand most of all. You belong to us completely. Any life you had before is now finished. Any contact you had outside this place is finished. You are now the lowest member of our group. If you disobey us you will be punished harshly - and we are very good at punishment. If you try to escape you will be punished very harshly indeed. And you will not succeed in escaping. You will be worked very hard. However, if you are obedient and hard-working, you will be well treated. We will try to provide you with a pleasant life. Regard yourself as our pet. You have ten minutes to think about that. Then we will return and start your testing in earnest."

Everyone left the room, the older lady leaving last. I tried to count them as they went through the door but I lost count around fifteen. I was left naked and strapped down prone, out of breath and dripping with the slimy residue of my recent rapes. 'Start your testing in earnest'. What did that mean?

The iron fist

I didn't have to wait for long. Unbidden and (for once) unwanted, my erection rose again, becoming bigger than ever before and throbbing painfully. Ah yes - the injection. Did this mean the testing was more sex? I waited a little longer, trying unsuccessfully to divert my thoughts away from the blood continuing to pump into my hardness. Then my captors reentered the room and lined up beside my bed, almost like soldiers in formation. Three rows of seven made twenty-one, plus two in front, twenty-three. The bartender was one of the two in front and spoke again: "You will need to be satisfied that your cause is hopeless. We need to demonstrate. First you will be marked. Second you will have an electronic transmitter inserted into your body so we can track you. Thirdly we will give you a demonstration of how easily we could recapture you if you are able to escape, and finally we will show you the type of treatment you will get if you try. Here is step one."

I was tied down even more firmly than before, but this time my head was wedged and strapped between two blocks. I was blindfolded and heard a buzzing sound. Then my forehead seemed to explode with pain. I realised they were tattooing my forehead. After about a dozen lifetimes (probably about five minutes) the buzzing stopped, the blindfold was removed, and the pain started to fade. The woman I now saw as the boss said to me: "This tattoo identifies you as a chattel of the Lady Brigade. It will identify you anywhere in Russia."

Next she unstrapped me and said "Roll over for part two." I looked at her uncertainly, at which one of the ladies - just one - stepped forwards, grabbed my wrist and twisted it so that I flicked over in great pain from my shoulder and elbow. The boss told me I was a slow learner. She looked at the other lady who had been in front and said, "Are you ready Yulia?" Yulia nodded. I was strapped down again, and then felt more pain as a huge needle was inserted into my back just inside my left shoulder blade. I guessed this was a marker being inserted.

I was released again and given some sandshoes and a tracksuit. The boss told me I would have a 15-minute start, and that just this once I would not be punished severely when I was caught. I was taken outside where I had parked my car (it was gone now) and told to run. Everyone else re-entered the cottage and I presumed the fifteen minutes had started.

It was just dawn. I wasn't sure which way to go, so I thought I might confuse them by travelling northwards, away from Khuzhir and towards the tip of the island. I was middle aged and overweight, but I had some stamina, so I settled into a comfortable pace along a track towards a gap in the surrounding hills.

After about two kilometres I turned off the track towards a fold in the hills. I was out of breath, but coping. The biggest problem was the chemically induced erection bobbing around between my legs. I slowed to a quick jog, and then decided a view from the top of a hill might be useful. I continued uphill, thinking I should make it to the top before the chase started. As it turned out, I just made it. I reached the top and looked back. I could see the shed in the distance and heard a loud whistle. I forward again and saw the sea, er, the lake, just a few kilometres away. I started towards it.

Perhaps ten minutes later I heard shouting. I looked back and saw two figures in the distance, running impossibly fast towards me. What sort of women were they? Behind them were more; too many to count. I settled back into my pace, thinking I might make it at least to the water's edge. I had no idea what I might do then.

It seemed only two minutes later I heard footsteps behind me and turned again to see two of the women only a few feet away. I braced myself for a fight, but they just grabbed me and held me down as if I were a weakling - which in effect I was. One of them flipped me on my back while the other tore off my track pants and without hesitation dropped her own pants, climbed on and slid down onto me, humping me like an animal. Mind you, it felt like heaven. After my earlier session I lasted longer, and she orgasmed quickly and violently.

She quickly hopped off and held me down while the other one took her turn. I lost myself in the bliss for a short while, and then suddenly the whole pack was there. Again there were hands all over me. There was a pussy on my face again. My hands were being pushed against other bodies around me. I got the impression they were waiting for their turn, and one by one I found out that they were. I was starting to feel a bit chafed, but obviously they were not. I had had one more orgasm myself, and was losing interest - but I remained hard. Eventually the attack ended, and a bus drove up, with the boss driving. We all got in and went back to the shed.

Upon our return I was taken down again, now unresisting, into 'my' room. I was still erect and throbbing more than before. I was bent over and tied face down onto a padded frame. As I looked down beside my head I could see a small monitor showing a bare behind (mine) and the boss, naked except for a huge strap-on, slimy with lubricant. Despite my fear I was overwhelmed by the beauty of her supermodel body. She told me that this was just a little warning lesson for me, not meant to be too unpleasant. Serious misdemeanours or any escape attempts would result in a repeat session and worse.

Without further discussion she rammed that plastic penis deep inside me. Instead of repeated thrusting with it she just kept it motionless deep inside. A vibrator inside started on my prostate and fired up my libido again. Then one of the women forced a gel dildo down my throat until I could barely breathe. Sexual enjoyment was the last thing on my mind until I suddenly realised I was desperately horny - and then another mouth sucked on me emptying yet another load out of me in no time. I was embarrassed that everyone was witnessing my humiliation, and my abandonment to that humiliation. At least they were all female.

Suddenly the dildo seemed to expand, and a new type of pain started. My erection finally subsided. Then the boss spoke: "You have been marked as our chattel. Everyone in Russia will know you are our slut and will return you to us, perhaps a little damaged, if you are found. Do you understand that?" I nodded yes - I couldn't speak with my mouth full. "You have been fitted with a tracking device so you cannot hide from us. Do you understand?" Nod. Yes. "You have seen how easily we can find you and subdue you. Do you understand?" Nod. Yes. "And if you do disobey us we will penetrate you, simultaneously orally and anally, with increasingly bigger dildos. Eventually your anus will rupture and you will die, or you will suffocate and die. Do you understand that?" Nod. Yes. "You will obey us all without question. You will call me Goddess and all the others will be Princess. Do you understand that?" Nod. Grunting attempt to say Goddess. Yes.

My new life

Finally the dildo in my mouth was removed, and the one in my arse shrunk and was taken out. I was lifted back onto the bed and laid gently down. The Goddess spoke again. "You have had a big night. You can sleep, alone, for as long as you like. Then you can have a shower and get dressed. We will bring you a big breakfast and you can have a restful day. I will then come and speak to you and you can ask me anything you like - anything, but I may not answer every question. You will not be punished for polite questions asked respectfully. We want you to understand that you must obey us, but we would like you to be happy here. Have a good sleep, and we will talk later." Two of the ladies wiped me clean with damp towels and then dried me.

All the Princesses and then the Goddess walked out without a backwards glance, and the door was closed and locked behind them. I lay awake thinking about the dramatic change in my life, and drifted into another deep sleep, hoping this time it would last longer than the last. I certainly needed it.

I eventually awoke refreshed and relaxed, but confused... and I was in pain. My entire groin area was tender. My arse was burning. My jaw was sore. My forehead was throbbing. My back stung. And my head was spinning. Where was I? What on earth had happened? And then I realised. I was not Australian any more. I was not a lawyer. I was not even human. I was the pet of a Russian band of nymphomaniacs. My built-in manual for life's dilemmas didn't have a chapter for this situation. I was on my own. I struggled to a sitting position.


Irkutsk Ch. 02



I recommend that you read Chapter 1 first. Thank you again to Jenna112211 for editing. 

A history lesson

After a short while the Goddess came in and sat in the other chair. A Princess brought in a tray carrying a pot of tea with cups, sugar and cream. We drank for a while and then the Goddess told me their story.

"We were the cream of the Russian women's Olympic team. I was the gymnastics coach. We were expected to scoop the pool, but the US beat us by just a few medals. Despite what we felt was a great record of success, we were heavily criticised on our return. Wherever we went we were criticised and ridiculed. We were rejected socially and no one would employ us. After a while a group of us decided that the only other option for a group with our physical capacity was in the military. The Army created a special brigade for us - it was called the Lady Brigade. We did our best to impress, but unfortunately we were too good. We could run faster and lift more than the males, and we could defeat them in all forms of hand-to-hand combat. We embarrassed them and thus became a threat to military unity. Again we were criticised. I think this was because although we were physically superior to almost all other Russians, we still could not dominate the world. We therefore became a reminder to the public that Russia was not the best country in the world. We were reviled. Despite what I believe to be our physical beauty, we are regarded as unattractive, even repulsive, to Russians. We became the lowest on the scale, as we are the best physical specimens, and because we are the ones who are considered to have shamed Russia. That is why the tattoo that we gave you yesterday will be so effective - you are beneath even us. I sincerely regret that we had to do this to you, but we need you, and we had to do what was necessary for us to survive."

"Survive?" I said, "You seem to be doing so..."

The Goddess continued: "You need to get out of the habit of interrupting. Let me continue. We decided our only option was to live separately from other Russians. We have all the money we can use and we bought the entire northern part of this island outright. We have built a luxury home here, and we have all we need except...we are a whole generation of Russia's healthiest females, we are heterosexual and we have powerful libidos. We are all desperate for sex. We discussed it and decided we could manage with just one man, provided he is highly sexual. We liked the laid-back attitude of the Australians we met in the Olympics and other international competitions. One of us saw you in Khuzhir and then saw you asset off northwards, so we moved all the signs so you would end up coming here. When you walked in last night [could it have been only last night??], we had a meeting and decided unanimously that you would be the one. You told me you had no-one that would miss you or come looking for you, and we all liked you.

The velvet glove

"While we have taken your freedom, we will do almost anything within our power to keep you happy. We can obtain almost any commodity you could imagine. We have a huge and very comfortable house. We have doctors who can look after your health needs. We will indulge almost any fantasy we can for you, and we can keep you in luxury in most respects. You and I will meet at intervals at which time you can speak openly, ask any question you want. The conditions are simple and necessary: you can never leave for any reason whatsoever, because that would compromise our security; you must obey us so we can ensure that security and because we are naturally dominant; you must keep yourself fit because your duties will be constantly physically demanding; and you must satisfy our need for sex because that's why we have you. Do you have any questions now?"

"Yes". I said, "I have a few: Where is this huge house? Will I get any breaks? How do I distinguish between the Princesses if they are all called 'Princess'? It is going to be just sex or can I develop a relationship with them? I feel that that would be better for me and for all of you."

"You have already seen a little of the house. Let me show you more." And she walked me back to the entrance, turned into a side room and went down some stairs. If I was expecting a cellar then I was wrong. This was an underground mansion with huge open spaces, or rather, caverns. The Goddess walked me around what seemed only a fraction of the building, but what I saw was enough to house a royal family. In several places there were elevators going up to the surface. She took me up a few of the elevators and at the top of each one was what looked outside like a rough stone or timber building, but fitted with modern fittings and security devices inside. I saw at least two huge elevators with several cars parked at the bottom of each. One of them was my own faithful Lada.

"You will belong to each princess for three hours. You will do anything - anything at all, that they tell you to do, and you will then have an hour to recover and prepare for the next. That will happen four times each day, five days a week. You can discuss with them what you will do during their time, but their word will be final. You can call them by name, such as 'Princess Katya', if they give you permission. Those who don't give permission you will address only as 'Princess'. If you can't distinguish between some then you'll just not know which is which. That will be your problem, not ours. I will not be giving you my permission so you will call me 'Goddess'. There's only one Goddess, so that should not confuse you."

"No, Goddess."

"Also you will have some time off on the weekends. I may have a job for you myself, or I may allocate you to one or more Princesses, or I may give you other duties on the weekends, but you will have some time to yourself as well. Is that to your liking? The correct answer is yes."

"Yes Goddess."

For the rest of the day Princesses took turns taking me around the house, walking and then driving around the entire area. I was stared at a great deal, but there was no touching - I presumed that they had been instructed not to touch. They showed me where the limits were, and the larger stone building on the edge of the property where deliveries from outside were made. My initial opinion had been that this was a venture that was obviously fake because it could not possibly succeed, but when I saw the complexity of the organisation, I started to understand its potential. I asked one very petite Princess how I should address her.

"Anya", she replied.

"Thank you Princess Anya." I would have a lot of learning and remembering to do - I didn't even know yet how many Princesses there were! I had a little time to relax, and at one stage I went into the bathroom to see how I looked. I saw the tattoo on the left side of my forehead. It was similar to the Venus symbol (♀), but the top was a crescent instead of a circle. It seemed appropriate for a brigade of Asian ladies. 

We had dinner in what they called the great hall. I was able to count 35 Princesses. The Goddess told me that I would get a restful night again that night, but tomorrow I would start servicing the Princesses, four a day. I wasn't keen on the word 'servicing', but kept my mouth shut. Five days of sex with beautiful women four times a day. Every week. It sounded like a great job looked at that way ... if only I could keep up with it.

After dinner I was shown to my new quarters with a huge ensuite including a luxury bathroom and a well-stocked wardrobe. I got undressed and climbed into the bed. I lay there for a long while thinking of my past life and comparing it with my new destiny. I couldn't think of anything in my past that I would miss. I decided I had to throw myself heart and soul into this new life. If I had to be a sex toy pet, I'd be the best damn one ever!

First day, No 1: Betty-Sue

I was woken by a knock on the door at 7:30 the next morning. It was not a knock asking for permission to enter - the Goddess and one Princess were already in the room. Clearly the knock had been to wake me. I was told to be ready in half an hour on the dot. Ready meant showered and dressed in a black suit. I should not have anything to eat or drink first. This was Princess Tatiana who was happy to be called by name and she would be back at eight sharp. OK, I got the picture.

I found the suit amongst a vast range of clothes and managed to be ready just in time. When I say just in time, I mean that I walked out of my dressing room to the bedroom and saw the digital clock tick over to 8:00 just as I did. And exactly as the clock ticked over, there was a knock on the door. Was this rigid punctuality the standard here, or we she desperately keen not to waste a second? I would find out.

I opened the door and saw something that belonged in American Graffiti or Happy Days. Tatiana, already a petite and beautiful girl, was now wearing a short flared dress complete with masses of petticoats, bobbysox and pink shoes, a white shirt and long blonde hair in a ponytail. She spoke to me in perfect English. "I am 23 years old, but think of me as 'sweet 16 and never been kissed'. (By the way, I am a virgin so there may be blood the first time.) My name will be Betty-Sue and you will call me that, and not Princess or Tatiana, for our time together today. You are an eager date wanting to get at least to first base. Enthusiastic but inexperienced is the effect I am looking for. I will try to stop you but you must persist. Do you understand?"

Did I understand? Had she been watching like a fly on the wall last time I had tried to seduce a girl? Clumsy but enthusiastic and persistent? I wouldn't have to put on an act. I told her I understood. Immediately, she blew out a bubblegum bubble and the image was complete. 

She then spoke in a US accent, telling me that she wanted a burger and milkshake. Burger and milkshake at 8am? OK, if that's what you want. She took my hand and skipped off to the dining room, where two other Princesses wearing roller skates were waiting to serve us. A Bobby Vee song was playing although the dining room wasn't the completely appropriate visual image. Betty-Sue/Tatiana chatted brightly about school. It seemed there really was a school here, but unlike 1950s US this was mainly via VideoConferencing and they studied at rather a more advanced level. Betty-Sue was bright, bubbly, and convincing in her role. All I wanted was to get into her pants, both in reality and in my role, so I guess I was convincing too. I put my arm round her waist and got a push and a morality lecture for my troubles. I decided to wait for a few minutes before fulfilling my responsibilities.

After we had finally noisily sucked the very last dregs out of our milkshakes through the straws, Betty-Sue took me into another room where we sat and watched a huge TV. Not as big as a movie screen, but not too far from it. We watched cartoons and ate popcorn, then a black and white 50s teen movie screened. I wasn't interested in the movie, so I decided to get back to my role. I put my arm around her waist, and she said stop it, but didn't push me away. I then tried a trick I saw in a movie once, and slid my hand under the back of her blouse to try and undo her bra. No go there - she wasn't wearing one. OK; now to plan B.

I thought a clumsy teenager would probably lean forward to kiss her, so I tried that. My timing was wrong and Betty-Sue leaned away at exactly the same moment, so I just leaned further and ended up kissing her ear. I then put my hand on her knee. She slapped my face, but didn't move my hand, so I moved it a couple of inches upwards. No reaction. A few minutes later she laughed at something in the movie and her legs drifted apart a couple of inches and so I used the movement to crib another couple of inches. My hand was now under her skirt (and the petticoats), and although she must have been aware of it, she didn't react at all.

I slowly leaned forwards and whispered in her ear, "Can we dance afterwards?" She turned to answer and I got a quick kiss in as she said yes. In the process of her turning and the kiss my hand somehow slid further up her thigh. I thought like a teenager (I had some memories of that period of my life) and thought that if I crooked just my little finger a little I might be able to touch her panties. No go - no panties either. Instead I felt just a little bit of fur.

Suddenly she turned to me and said "Johnny. What sort of a girl do you think I am?" 

Hmmm; that was a loaded question. Thinking quickly I replied, "A beautiful girl; one I cannot resist."

She replied that I should have tried to feel her breasts first before going between her legs. I don't remember that happening in any of my high school dates. I was just in time before she turned away to lean over and kiss her, grabbing clumsily at her breast through her blouse with my left hand. Again there was no resistance, she just told me I was very forward. I can tell you that her nipple was pretty forward too.

For about ten seconds she kissed me back passionately, and then she hissed, "We're supposed to be watching the movie", and turned away. I'm glad I wasn't a teenager wondering what was happening - I would have been very frustrated and confused. As it was, I already knew how this was set up to end, so I was happy to turn back towards the movie for a while. At the same time I put my hand under the back of her blouse, pulled her closer to me, and reached behind and around her to touch her breast again.

No resistance this time, she just snuggled closer and put her head on my shoulder. I stretched a little so reach her nipple and gave it a little squeeze. It was erect and hard, and the entire areola was puffed right up as well. I played with it for a while, while she moaned in apparent pleasure. She whispered in my ear, "If you're just teasing me, you'll pay dearly." I reassured her that I wasn't teasing, and went back to my breast duties.

A few minutes later, she turned around to me, grabbed the back of my head, and started kissing passionately. Her tongue was doing a jig in my mouth and she was pressing so hard against my lips that I started worrying about bruising. Then she broke away and asked me to give her a love bite. I snuggled down into her neck and started kissing, then sucking. I made sure she would have a bruise to show for her date, if nothing else.

After a little while she pushed me away, and whispered, "Stop this. Take me to bed and get rid of my virginity. NOW!"

What option did I have but to put aside my moral values and my self-respect and obey the orders of this sexy young lady who held my life at her fingertips? I stood up, took her hand, and walked off towards my room. However, she stopped me and pushed me in another direction.

She opened a door, shoved me inside, and turned on the light. This was clearly her room. "I want you naked and ready now." I undressed as quickly as I could, but she was quicker...perhaps because she had no underwear to worry about. She grabbed me by the throat with one hand, threw the bedclothes back with the other, and pushed me onto the bed, ordering me to "get to work". I gently pulled her onto the bed beside me, and held her close, kissing her softly.

She was reaching between my thighs in a most unvirginlike manner. I didn't need any medication this time, I was hard and ready. I continued kissing her while I moved my body on top of hers. She grabbed me and thrust it towards her pubic area. I told her to stop and let me take over - I was worried she might be a little clumsy in her eagerness. I placed the head against her heated wetness, and started gently to thrust.

I felt the resistance of her hymen, but she just stuck her fingernails into my buttocks and forced me deep inside in one thrust. There was just one little squeal of pain that transformed immediately into the prelude to what promised to be a thundering orgasm.

"Fuck me, yes keep going fuck me yes fuck me fuck me yes yes YES..." the tirade continued until I actually felt a rush of warm fluid rush over me. My progress towards my own release was impeded by the pain in one buttock from her fingernails, while the other hand was now doing similar damage to my neck.

The real concern was that her orgasm didn't slow her down. She was bouncing up and down beneath me so violently that it was only her grip on me that prevented me being bucked off.

Her second and third orgasms seemed no less explosive, and her fourth seemed even more so. After that she just settled down into quiet whimpering, with her hips still thrusting hard up against me. Finally quietening down, she looked me in the eye, gave a heart-rending, drawn out moan, put her arms around my neck and just held me tight.

She must have lain like that, quivering occasionally with me on top of her, for half an hour. I was worried that I might be squashing her, but when I moved to get up, she grunted loudly and held me tight on top of her. Her hips were still pressed strongly against mine.

She whispered loudly into my ear "don't move".

I just lay there, occasionally sliding in and out of her just a little. After a few more minutes she grabbed my head (the one on my shoulders) a little, saying "what happened?"

I told her she had just lost her virginity in the best and most convincing way possible. 

"Yes, but where did all this wet come from? Did I wet myself?"

I explained that sometimes women ejaculate when they orgasm. This was a surprise to her, but not (it seemed) a disappointment.

"But what about you? Did you ejaculate too?"

I told her no; that there was more if she wanted it. No, she did not want me inside her again, but she wanted to see me ejaculate.

"Can I do it myself?" She rolled over beside me and I showed her how to do it. She slowly slid her hand up and down, with her fingertips pressing into the big vein underneath. She fell naturally into a grip that was effective in driving me crazy.

Betty-Sue (or Princess Tatiana since she had completely forgotten her role by now) watched intently as her hand slid up and down, up and down. She looked up at me and asked if she was doing it right. Yes, if she kept that up she was going to take me over the edge soon.

Just looking at her stunning body still glistening with her juices, her areolae and nipples still standing proud and lifting and falling with her breathing, completely unabashed by her nakedness, was adding to the effect.

Eventually I told her she was close now, and without warning she bent down and took me into her mouth. While still working it with her hand, she sucked, hard. I think I groaned low as I pumped between those red lips, her green eyes wide and focused on mine.

She asked if I minded if she dribbled it onto her breasts and rubbed it in.

I told her she could do whatever she liked with it. Now her breasts were as sticky as her stomach and thighs, and there was some on her chin as well. She seemed sated, but she had a worried look on her face.

I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that she felt she had been selfish. No-one else wanted her, and the only way she could lose her virginity was to take advantage of a poor man who had to be forced to submit to her needs.

I replied: "I know the circumstances were very unusual, but if I had met you away from here and I had the slightest idea you'd be interested I would jumped at the chance to share this experience with you. I have been told that your own countrymen have rejected your group, but in any other society you would be regarded as extremely beautiful".

"And fuckable?"

"Oh yes, very."

Princess Tatiana told me she was tired now and would like to sleep for the rest of her four hours cuddling up to me. Next time however, she wanted to forget about the play-acting, get straight to having as many orgasms as she could, and then lie holding me and talking to me.




Irkutsk Ch. 02



I decided I'd better find out about improving my fitness and nutrition, and perhaps ask if I can access regular supplies of Viagra.

This wonderful Princess buried her head in my chest and immediately started snoring very quietly. I was very tired and fell asleep soon after.



Irkutsk Ch. 03



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First day Nos 2 & 3: The volleyballers

We were awoken by another Princess tapping me on the shoulder. She was holding a dressing gown out for me. I got out of bed, wrapped myself in the gown and followed her into the next room. The Goddess was waiting there. She told me that the next two Princesses, the one who had just awoken me and one other wanted to share their time. "Is that OK?"

I thought about that for a moment "ummm".

The Goddess quickly reached down and grabbed me by the balls. "That was a rhetorical question. Of course it's OK."

"Yes Goddess. Sorry Goddess." She gave me extra time to prepare for this double date, giving me two hours to relax. I went into my room, quickly ran my spa bath and lay down in it for an entire hour. I then got into bed for almost another hour, getting up just in time to dress in casual clothes and make myself presentable.

I was ready and waiting when the knock came. The door opened and the two women came in. Both had elfin hairstyles, both were very tall (over six feet) and slim. The one on the left said that they had been the Olympic Beach Volleyball Team. Looking at them, I could believe it. She also said they were gay. Being gay was not permitted, but under the circumstances here they had been able to get away with it. Of course no-one had wondered why they did not have relationships with men. Until now of course. They were worried about how my arrival would affect their ability to carry on their affair.

I told them that if the Goddess asked me a direct question I would have to tell her the truth, but apart from that I would not reveal their secret. What did they want to do for the next six hours? I'd be happy to be their alibi - that is, to let people think they were using me to relieve their pent-up desire, when in fact they could be alone together. They liked that idea for the future, but they had an idea they wanted to try which required a man. (I might as well say now that despite the friendship that developed, neither of them gave me their name that day and I simply referred to them both as Princess, but thought of them as "The Volleyballers".)

With no embarrassment at all the one on the left told me that while they loved each other's bodies, oral sex, dildoes and vibrators didn't always do it for them. What they wanted to do was to sit on me, one impaled on my erect penis and one on my busy tongue, each getting the stimulation they needed for their pussies, while they faced each other making love to each other. 

"Get those clothes off and lie on your back in the middle of your bed." I did so, but one part of my anatomy wasn't cooperating yet. They quickly took off their clothes, and one fellated me while the other knelt astride me and masturbated right above my face.

I noted that neither had any pubic hair whatsoever and nor was there any sign of razor rash or wax burn. Both had inner labia hanging down over an inch for much of their length, and large erect clitorises sticking out proudly from under their hoods. Their genitalia looked enthusiastic and extroverted and ready – no, overdue - for vigorous use, which seemed to suit them.

I asked if they were sisters - No, but we are identical in every way that matters. For two gay ladies they were doing a good job of getting me interested. Once I started to rise, though, they got into position and I knew they had forgotten about the irrelevant person underneath them - they were interested only in the two pieces of anatomy they needed.

Fortunately, however, what they were doing to me visually and from the tactile contact with their bodies was sufficient to get me completely hard and keep me that way long enough for the two of them to get their rocks off simultaneously, once, twice, then three times.

Eventually I got a possible way to distinguish them. The Princess on my face eventually squirted on me, leaving me bubbling and gasping for a while. The other one was very well lubricated, but did not actually squirt. After the third pair of orgasms they swapped places for a while, achieving another two each. Although I was drenched, at least this time I was not at risk of drowning!

Then they moved a few inches from me and settled down in my bed face to face kissing and cuddling, while I was able to get some sleep. I can only guess at what they were doing most of that time, but when I awoke they were asleep in each other's arms. I tried to slide out of bed unobtrusively, but I saw one eye open and its owner asked me if I was OK.

"Yes thank you Princess. I'm just trying not to disturb you." However, that short exchange was enough to wake the other Princess and they sat up, both indicating that I should sit up with them.

We sat cross-legged in a circle facing into the middle of the bed. I could remember sitting like this with a couple of mates when I was about ten, but my mates hadn't looked anything like these two. I couldn't take my eyes off their small, firm, high breasts, small erect nipples with perfectly round circles around them, only about the size of a 20c piece. (Would I ever see a 20c piece again?). The four breasts were almost identical to each other. I saw them looking at me, and it was clear they knew what I was staring at. "Sorry, they are so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off them."

"That's OK - if you don't mind us getting it on in your bed while you are lying beside us, or indeed underneath us, I think we can cope with your looking at our breasts. How can you cope with being with us when we are getting it on? Don't you find it repulsive?"

I couldn't understand the question. What could be repulsive about two beautiful women making love with each other? I told them I found it sexy, not unpleasant at all, even apart from the sensual pleasure they had given me. Apparently, however, the men they had known had regarded lesbianism as disgusting and perverted.

I explained that these attitudes had been common in Australia not so long ago, and there still existed pockets of such old-fashioned ideas there. I suggested that gradually the same changes would happen in Russia, although I could not give any prediction of the future for this group, the Lady Brigade. Russia's negative reaction to those it should have celebrated as heroines was so alien to me that I could not predict whether or how it might change.

For myself, however, appreciating women as I do, I could understand how each of the Volleyballers could appeal to the other. And I thought the Lady Brigade was a gathering of the sexiest women I had ever met. I was beginning to learn that at least some of them were intelligent, charming and would have been wonderful company even without the sex.

The Volleyballers told me how much they appreciated my contribution to their love life, and asked me what I wanted them to do for me. Only a week ago if two such sexy women asked me this question, even gay women, I would immediately have thought up an X-rated list filling several pages, but some of those fantasies had already been fulfilled recently and it seemed others would be taken care of very soon.

I told them this, and that since I would be getting all the sex I could want, and probably even just a little more than that, I was really happy to help them with their lives. I felt that we could be helpful to each other, them in bringing me up to date with Russian customs in general and those of the Lady Brigade in particular, while just maybe I could talk to them about the acceptance of non-mainstream sex in Australia. Oh, and if they ever wanted to sit on me again while they made love with each other then perhaps I could tolerate that too.

We sat there for hours talking about sex, and Russia and Australia: our own little mutual appreciation society. Eventually our time was up and we got dressed, hugged and kissed each other and said farewell for now. I had only an hour to prepare for number four for the day, but had already caught up a little on my sleep.

I went for a stroll around the building's underground areas, getting a feel for the layout and saying hello to a few Princesses on the way. I felt as if the Volleyballers had given me a little breathing space. I was ready and in my room comfortably in time for the next knock on my door.

First Day No 4: Muscles

Bang bang bang! The door flew open and in walked a determined-looking woman barely covered by a brief silk wrap and wearing nothing else. She had muscles everywhere! Even her jaw muscles were sharply defined. She walked in and immediately dropped the wrap. She looked ready to pose for a body builders' magazine. A short bob haircut and not a single hair anywhere below except for her eyes.

She told me to take my clothes NOW off, grab from my bed a pillow, place on the floor it and on my back lie with under my buttocks the pillow. She was the only person I had heard here so far who did not speak perfect English. To be fair, her vocabulary was good but her idiom was a little awry, and she had a marked accent.

She wasn't messing around either - this was going to be sex, not lovemaking. Still that was why I was here, and I had been told in the clearest possible way that that was my purpose here. In any case, I wouldn't dare challenge her, she could rip my head off and shove it up... well, do horrible things to it even with one hand tied behind her back. I did as she said.

She knelt over me and took me into her mouth sucking hard and sliding up and down. She shifted around so she was straddling me and her labia were sweeping my nose. I took the hint and started sliding my tongue up and down them.

"Oooh yes. More, more!" So more she got. As soon as I was hard she stood up, spun around and slid herself down over me. And then I learned what she could do with those muscles besides lifting weights! She squeezed me tight, and I got the impression that she was being gentle with me otherwise she would have crushed my pathetic penis to dust.

"The nipples, the nipples!" Deciding that she seemed to like vigorous sex, I reached up and grabbed her small nipples, hanging on to them for dear life.

Again; "Oooh, yes. More, more!"

So I squeezed harder and twisted. She liked this, but it was still dangerous. She settled herself hard on me and without noticeably moving her body, she started massaging me with her internal muscles. Not only had nothing like this ever happened before, I had never even heard about it.

Although I was not moving except for my grip on her nipples, and she was not moving in any way that I could see, she and I were both getting the benefit of whatever the hell it was that was happening inside her.

By now I didn't even know if I was hard or soft. I was being milked as if I were inserted into a milking machine, not that I knew what that felt like. Five minutes after she had walked into my room, she sucked me dry and then started shaking violently, so hard I felt I was being shaken to pieces. Less than a minute later she gave a roar and gradually settled down lying forward on top of me.

After a moment she looked at me and said "That good was. Soon again we do! What do now we do while recover you?"

I suggested that we talk about her life leading up to the Olympics. It didn't surprise me at all to learn that she was a weightlifter. Being noticeably stronger than others at the age of three, she was taken to an advanced development training school where her entire life was geared towards muscular development and lifting technique.

The Russian athletic machine decided that the best way to manage her enormous talent was to keep her out of the public eye until the last possible moment before the Olympics. By the time of the Olympic qualifying she was lifting more than the male lifters in her weight class. She was a certainty for the gold medal. However, the international drug watchdogs decided she must be a drug cheat and found a way to keep her out of the competition even though she had failed no drug test.

Now she couldn't do the one thing she had spent her life single-mindedly focusing on, she was useless and an embarrassment. In Russia she became the "poster girl" of what was wrong with the women's Olympic team and the most reviled of all. She had not been able to cope with this (I certainly wouldn't have coped under the circumstances) and fell into depression.

It was not until the Goddess had brought her into the Lady Brigade that she was able to find any enjoyment in life. She was young and healthy and heterosexual and found her rejection by Russian men hard to cope with physically as well as emotionally. She knew she was not the only one suffering like this, but her personal suffering was such that she felt unable even to think about the suffering of the others.

I asked her what she did during the day. I was still learning about day to day life here. She told me she did the heavy lifting (I guess that was pretty obvious!) and looked after the motor vehicles and other machinery.

Like most Australian men in the seventies, I had spent a good part of my youth under the bonnet of various illegally modified cars, and we spent some time chatting about the problems of maintaining temperamental cars. I then pointed out that I was enjoying talking to her, but I was finding her a bit heavy lying on me.

She immediately got up and apologised. In the meantime I got a good look at her amazing body. I was unable to resist stroking the inside of her thigh. Her skin felt like silk stretched over ropes. It might sound odd, but if felt wonderful. She seemed to enjoy the contact.

I suggested that we go to my bed and lie down to talk, and I would continue to stroke her. I was surprised at her response. "I know the Goddess has forced you with us to have sex, and thank you I for that, but you don't have maintain just for me the act. I will want in two hours sex again, but until then you can yourself enjoy and not comfort me." 

This approach bothered me. "What if I enjoy talking to you? What if enjoying myself means being with you?"

Now she was confused. Why would I want to be with her if I didn't have to be?

Were we having a language problem? How could I explain this? So I asked: "Do you like my company when we're not actually having sex?" Yes, she did. "So why can't I enjoy being with you? We are getting on well with each other aren't we?"

She thought about that for a while. "But all I am is muscles just, while interesting you are."

I had to stop this self-esteem issue quickly. "If you are just muscles, and I am old, weak and flabby, compared with you, how can you find me interesting? If you find me interesting, then I must be able to touch something in you that is not just muscles."

She came back at me with a glint in her eye: "You inside me deep touched some nerves that the best orgasm I have had ever gave me."

Ah! Here was an opportunity. "So you have a sense of humour. That is one of the most important elements of a personality that attracts others. Also you are interested in what I want and what I like. That is another. What gave you the idea that you are not enjoyable company?"

She told me that she had focused all her energies on her physical strength. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her about the old saying "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy", but that seemed to give the wrong message. Instead I told her that I would want to spend time with her even if we were not sexual, although I'd rather enjoy both aspects of her company.

She was still not convinced, challenging me to sacrifice another episode of sex to talk to her. I agreed immediately and suggested that we get dressed and go for a walk around the area. This was not the right answer, because she immediately accused me of not fancying her sexually.

I had to be a little careful here - eventually I said I'd be delighted to do either or both, and the real problem was that I had only a limited amount of time to spend with her. I asked her to choose whatever she wanted to do for our remaining time together today, and I'd be delighted to do it with her. I was hoping, of course, that she didn't want to wrestle with me. She chose to stay here and keep talking for a while, and then in our last half hour we could explore each other's bodies again.

We talked about the Australian countryside and bush, social conditions in Australia, my past relationships, my ideal woman, politics, Islam, Christianity and the morality of those without religion.

I was really enjoying myself when suddenly she looked at the clock and made a beeline for my groin with her mouth. In no time flat I was filling her mouth with what she had been seeking, and she spat it out onto her hands and rubbed it on her muscular thighs. "To by your smell remember you" she said. Then she apologised for the suddenness of the change of pace, saying she had just noticed we only had a few minutes left and she wanted another taste.

I asked her to have a long think about what she wanted to do with me next time, and that I would do whatever she chose to do and that I would enjoy it, no matter how unusual. She promised to do that, glanced at the clock, gave me a quick hug and a kiss and bounced out the door as if on springs. She was stark naked and sticky when she closed the door on me with three seconds to spare. 

Day 1: survived and revisited

So. That was my four sessions, or at least two singles and a double. The end of a very long day. I had had the best day of my life. Was I already suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, or was this really the life for me? I knew that there was no lifestyle I could possibly have imagined that would have had me having such varied sex so often with so many beautiful women. Whatever it was, I felt great...and very tired. Then came another knock on the door. The Goddess came in, and she was frowning. The look on her face worried me.

"What have you been doing with my family? I asked you to satisfy their sexual needs and you start psychoanalysing them. I have never seen Dominika smile before and she bounced out of your room as happy as a lark! (Ah, so her name was Dominika - I'd remember that.) What have you been doing?"

Now I had to be careful. This lady, no this Goddess, had the capacity to make my life miserable, or very short indeed. And as I had learned today, she could make me very happy indeed. What was the right answer?

But she was a Goddess, and she knew what I was thinking. "No considering what is the safest answer - just tell me what happened." So I did.

"I'm not sure how much you know about men, or at least me, but I simply cannot fuck like a machine for hours on end. I did have sex with every one of the four girls, and I think each one enjoyed it, but after we had both exhausted our energies - no, to be fair I'd have to say after we had exhausted my capacity - I lay with them and enjoyed a very different type of intercourse that I regard as just important as the actual penetrative sex.

We talked about all sorts of things. I don't know how not to do that as part of the whole exercise. I don't know how you'd stop me doing that - perhaps you could box me up with my penis sticking out and feed me on Viagra. But if you wanted that sort of servicing, why don't you give them all dildos, or something similar? If you want the full lovemaking service, the conversation comes as an inseparable part of the deal."

"So what about Ma... - the beach volleyball team?" This was even more dangerous ground. Perhaps I should just plead guilty and accept the death penalty. The Goddess seemed to know my thoughts. I wondered why she bothered asking questions; she would have learned just as much from staring into my eyes. "Regard yourself as being on oath in court. Tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I will find out anyway and you will be severely punished if you commit perjury." I was still naked and she made a fist and moved it as if to stick it up my arse. I got the message.




Irkutsk Ch. 03



"They are gay, and they just want to be accepted as a couple. They were interested in me as something they had not experienced before and we related together very well, but what they really love is each other. They just want to share their love with each oth..."

"I know what gay means! Why couldn't they do that before?" I couldn't answer that one except to tell the Goddess that they thought they would be punished if anyone found out about their feelings for each other. The Goddess had a think about that one. "But you had sex with both of them?"

"Well, yes, but really I was just a sex aid for their own expression of love for each other. They seemed to like me, but I really don't think they fancy me."

The Goddess wasn't inclined to accept my explanation: "Your presence and personality, your male body and your unconditional acceptance of them all contributed to the best sexual experience they have ever had, with anyone including each other. All four girls had the time of their life. I suppose you're going to call that coincidence, and nothing to do with you? I'm not having that - they all enjoyed your company, they all enjoyed having you deep inside them, and there is something else that I can't quite describe, but after spending time with you they seem changed."

Oh shit - I was upsetting the balance of nature and now I was going to pay the price. I didn't know what to say. I simply don't have the physical equipment to fuck constantly for three hours once, let alone four times a day five days a week. And this Goddess had told me in the clearest way possible that if I didn't abide by her wishes she was going to bust my arse. Literally! I might as well come clean.

"I'm sorry Goddess, but it is not physically possible for me to have sex for hours at a time, four times a day, five days a week. Not even close. I couldn't have done that when I was sixteen and I certainly can't now. I'm not sure I can even keep up today's pace for much longer. I thought I'd give them the whole lovemaking package, talking about life, telling them how wonderful they are as people, sharing their lives for a little while to fill in the gaps between the actual sex. That is what I call lovemaking. I sincerely apologise for any damage I've done and I'll make it up to you any way I can, but please don't go up a size with that anal sex thing on me. I'd rather you just shoot me now."

"Whoa!" she replied. "I have spent years trying to find a way to make this little society tolerable for these poor women who have been rejected by their country. I have been able to fulfil their practical needs, but I have watched despondent as their spirits have eventually sagged under the strain of that rejection and the loneliness.

Then you waltz in with your pathetic little car and your ridiculous ill-conceived plan to wander around Russia aimlessly, and suddenly everyone is happier. Not just today's four, but also the ones they have spoken to afterwards, others they have spoken to, and yet others who have only seen a man whose eyes light up when he sees them.

I'm not upset at what you have done, I'm frightened that you may not be able to continue, you may not choose to continue this good work. Despite my threats I cannot hold you forever against your will, and two of my group have already told me they cannot deal with the knowledge that you will give them an idea what happiness looks like and then leave, as no doubt you eventually will."

I thought about that. I was well off and well-respected in Australia, and with those a man could be surrounded by girlfriends and mates, but the only people there who really needed me were criminals wanting bail or a not guilty verdict. I wasn't adding value to the nation.

Here there was a job to be done. It was a job I could do, as long as I could maintain the sexual requirements. Perhaps I could negotiate a useful position here where I could really do some good. And these ladies were just lovely to be around, not for their looks and their availability, but also for their appetite for life that, apparently, their awful experiences could not crush. And, well, for their looks and availability too! I decided there was no better time to make my pitch.

"Goddess, I know I have been here only a short while, but perhaps there is a way I could do more for your group than under the current arrangement. I don't think I can manage more than one or two orgasms a day myself in the long term, and perhaps that can equate to as many as six of your ladies having intercourse with me if that is what they want and if they don't all need me to orgasm with them. However, if the few I have met are a good indication, that will not be sufficient: they will want the complete deal.

If I were trying to devise a way to maximise the effect of just one man on the group, I would have him socialising widely with groups of girls, with just one, perhaps occasionally two or three, of them sleeping with me each night. I think I can have a positive effect via social mechanisms, without burning me out sexually.

But I have a few questions. How many ladies are there altogether? How do you know which of them will want me? Would you consider another man here? And what about you. I'd suggest you are at your sexual peak. I would very much like to be with you. What if I get sick? What if one of you gets sick, for that matter? And here's a big one - have you a contraception plan or am I going to become a father many times over?"

"I will do my best to answer all of those.

We have forty three ladies here. Forty four if you count me.

They all want you any and every way they can have you - even the gay ones, as you have seen.

No. We have tried a few men before and they were all disasters. We all agreed this would be our last try. We took a huge security risk with you and it looks as if it might work out. We have agreed unanimously that we're not going to take that risk again.

If you get sick we'll look after you as if you were one of our own, which in fact you now are. It may even be that you are the most important one here.

I don't know if you fully appreciate the talent we have here. We have three GPs here, two gynæcologists, a surgeon and a cardiologist.

No, we are using no birth control. We hope that some of our girls will conceive with you. If that happens too much we may introduce some contraception.

And me, my focus is my ladies. They don't need an old woman moving in on their territory."

That resolved some questions but raised others. Forty four ladies; and me! And no chance of anyone else taking a share. I'd better work on my fitness.

I had certainly underrated the range of abilities in the group. We were eventually going to have a problem with my children unless the Goddess had a plan to reintroduce that next generation into outside society. But I wasn't having the only woman close to my own age being the only woman who I was not going to have sex with.

Unless she was disinterested, which would be a blow to my pride, she would have her turn. I took my courage into my hands with a little nervous thought about the consequences of angering the Goddess, and plunged in.

"I can work with most of that. We will need a plan for the next generation. But I am not having you, younger than me, turning me down because you are too old. I want you. If you don't like me then I will just have to deal with that - I certainly don't want to force myself on an unwilling partner. But I think you do. And you are going to have trouble with me unless you get your share along with the others."

"I'm not younger than you, I'm 52. [52?? She looked about 30 and I'd thought perhaps she might be a little older and guessed at perhaps 40.] I want all of them to have the option to spend time with you first. That is if they want to, and they all do. I'm simply not discussing it until then, and perhaps not even then. And we'll have a little time to talk about the next generation, but I'm going to give my ladies the opportunity to experience every aspect of life that I possibly can. That's why you are here, and that is why they will have the chance to become parents. Now you are trying my patience, and you must be tired, which is why I'm being so lenient. Go to bed, along, and rest well. You have a big day ahead...a big week...a big life."

One thing I can say for this place. One way or another, I was getting the best sleep I had had since I was ten.



Irkutsk Ch. 04



Day 2, No 1: Svetlana

I awoke to find someone in bed behind me in the dark. I think what awoke me was the hint of perfume that had me out of my mind with lust from the outset. My companion was lying still and breathing softly.

I reached behind and touched her. She took my hand firmly and spoke.

"Listen carefully. I'll say this once. My name is Svetlana, but you can call me Lana. Everyone else does. You're going to lie on your back while I use you. You are going to lie still, but you can choose to do so voluntarily or I can tie you down. You are going to remain silent, but you can do so voluntarily or I can gag you. Lie on your back, now!"

I'd only been here a couple of days, but I know enough to roll onto my back, lie still and shut up.

Lana wasted no time in straddling me and sliding down on me. No fancy stuff here, just in and out, in and out, until she started moaning which slowly increased in both pitch and volume. Eventually the sound reached its peak, from which I concluded that she did too.

However, she just kept on going, repeating the entire brief scenario a second time, and then a third and a fourth with me inside her for the entire episode.

After the fourth, however, she got off the bed briefly, coming back a few seconds later to smear a large quantity of lubricant onto me. Then she climbed back on and went for a fifth, this time using a tighter part of her anatomy. Not that the first four times had been lacking in that respect.

The fifth time was otherwise identical. Afterwards she went back to wherever she had kept the lubricant, reapplied it and went for, and managed, number six.

Six orgasms in under an hour. She seemed to be getting what she wanted. I won't say I wasn't enjoying it, and only a few days ago such an experience would have made for one of the best days of my life. Now, however, the goalposts had been moved somewhat and I had been able to last through all six without coming.

"Didn't you enjoy that?" Svetlana asked.

I had to think quickly. Why was it that torturers always seemed to contradict themselves? Should I disobey her orders to remain quiet or should I refuse to answer her question? After a moment's hesitation I decided to pretend I was gagged, and grunted as if it was the best I could do.

Svetlana seemed to understand my dilemma, and told me I could speak to answer her questions, no more.

I wasn't out of the woods yet. I decided my best option was to answer her questions directly and simply. "Yes."

"But you didn't come?"

"No."

"Why not?"

This demanded a little more detail. However, I still wanted to keep it short. "I'm not quite sure. You stimulated me well, but I've had many orgasms recently. I think maybe I need personal interaction in addition to direct genital stimulation."

"So what do you want me to do?"

So now she wants to know what I want? "I very much enjoyed what you did with me, or to me. I enjoyed your orgasms along with you."

"How can you enjoy my orgasms? Are you somehow connected to me?"

We were either getting to the point here, or possibly moving towards dangerous territory. "Yes, I always have an emotional connection with my sex partner. And as you can see, that applies even when the act is apparently one-sided."

"Well no, I can't see that. I want to know more. If I untie you will you stay and talk to me?

Clearly one of us had a distorted picture of the situation. "I'm not tied up, and I'll be happy to stay here and talk to you."

"Oh, yes. I told you to pretend that and you were very convincing. Sit up next to me and talk to me."

She sat on the edge of the bed and I got up and sat next to her.

I decided to test the waters and volunteer a comment on my own. "This is unusual, but I'm enjoying my time with you. I'd like to sit and talk face to face, but I'll do this any way you want."

"You wouldn't want to see me."

I thought quickly. I was sure I'd seen every one of the ladies, at least briefly, and there was no-one who was disfigured or crippled. And even if there was I'd still want to see them. "I do want to see you."

"No you don't"

I had a sister. I knew this game. "Do."

"Don't."

I remembered my sister again, and her reactions to my answer to this question. To keep on with this might be treading on thin ice. Let's change tack. "I think I know my own mind better than you."

"If you insist. Just remember, this was your decision." Svetlana stood up, took a couple of steps and the light snapped on. She stood three feet away, facing me while I looked at her.

Svetlana was medium height, medium weight, in beautiful shape, short, dark hair, pretty face, lovely dark eyes. She was average for this group of ladies, which means she was so beautiful that I would I wouldn't have dared approach her in Australia, even when I was her age, because she was simply out of my league. She was also naked, and I was reacting to her appearance...or at least one part of me was. It gave a huge twitch.

"I was right. I did want to see you."

"You haven't noticed yet have you."

What on earth was she on about? "Yes, I have noticed you are extremely beautiful."

"No, you haven't noticed my scar." She drew her finger along a thin dark line running from the outside corner of her left eye, past the corner of her mouth and down to her chin.

"No, I hadn't noticed that, but you are still beautiful."

Svetlana looked disbelievingly at me. I stood before her, put my arms around her and kissed her scar from top to bottom. I took my time and showered over forty kisses on it. It was no hardship at all.

She looked up at me. "How can you do that? All the others are so beautiful, and I am scarred."

"We all wear scars of some sort, physical, emotional or visual, and they affect the way we present ourselves to the world. The trick is not to let our perception of them overwhelm our positives, and especially not to convey our perception of them to those around us. You are genuinely beautiful. Everyone around you will see you as beautiful unless you persuade them otherwise. So, be confident and others will react to your beauty."

She looked at me, her head tilted slightly, thinking. "And if they don't?"

"There are some closed-minded people everywhere. There is nothing you can do about it and that is their loss, believe me. It is the others who make the effort worthwhile. I would like to see you, the whole Brigade, get away from here and see the world: see how others relate to you; others who haven't been infected by the propaganda against true leaders. For now, I can only tell you that I find you irresistible, especially naked."

"Then why are you over there and not here in my arms?"

Why indeed? A very good question to which there could be only one answer. I stood up and took her into my arms, and kissed her scar, her nose, her scar, her eyes, her scar, her lips... 

I lifted her in my arms and carried her back to the bed, laying her on it carefully. I leaned over her and she opened herself to me. I had been right - she was irresistible. I kissed her again, and then lay down and slid steadily into her. By now I was kissing only her lips so that I could see her face, her eyes, looking back up at me. The worried look was still there, but gradually it was taken over by a glow of pleasure.

I continued to push into her, not slow and not fast, just making love to the only woman in the world. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, and her hips started paying a drumbeat against mine.

I'm not quite sure, but it seemed less than a minute before she was coming long and hard. I think her previous use of me had had some effect because I felt as if I was about to unload a gallon of myself into her, and then that is what I did.

I lay there on top of her, gradually softening in the overflow of shared juices between us. I looked at her again and kissed her again. I whispered to her, "Thank you Lana." She kissed me in reply. I think she was starting to believe what I had said to her. I also think she had forgotten about her scar.

I moved next to her, facing her, and gazed at her beauty. Slowly her body lost tension. She opened her eyes to smile at me for a while, but eventually they gradually closed again, and her look of pleasure faded to a gentle half-smile as she finally drifted off to sleep. Soon I was sharing that, too, with her.

Day 2, No 2: Yana

I felt the light touch of a hand on mine, and looked up to see Yana. I remembered her name, but could not recall exactly where I had met her before. She was medium height with big breasts and a youthful, cute face. She was wearing a loose floral dress, knee length and with a sweetheart neckline giving just a peep of what promised to be generous cleavage. "Hello Yana."

Yana smiled at me, a smile which transformed her face from cute to gorgeous. "You remembered me." She reached out with one hand and guided me gently out of bed. I looked back and saw Lana lying there still fast asleep. She was still smiling.

Yana led me out of the room and into the room next to it. This was a serious BDSM room with bars, ropes, whips, handcuffs etc. She told me I was to tie her up any way I could dream of and use her any way I wanted. If this sort of thing wasn't interesting to me I could just tie her up and leave her there - if it would please me she would be happy for me to mistreat her merely by ignoring her.

I am not into BDSM, but I didn't want to let her down, and I didn't want to breach my arrangements here. And I was very interested to see those big breasts exposed.

I thought for a minute, and told her to sit on a low platform and put her head between her knees.

"Do you want me to undress first?"

"No." I replied, "I'll deal with that later."

Yana sat on the bench and leaned forwards until her shoulders were resting on her knees and her head was hanging down, nearly touching the floor. I wrapped her arms around her knees, took a light rope and tied her arms in place so she was unable to straighten. I then stood her onto her feet. She was folded completely in half, with her breasts pressing her knees apart and her face between her ankles, facing backwards.

I took a pair of scissors, walked behind her and cut through her clothing to expose the entire area I was interested in. I had, in line in front of me from top to bottom (perhaps I should say "starting at the bottom"!), two holes to use, two breasts to squeeze and another hole to use. I told her exactly that.

Yana immediately replied, "...or if you wanted to be really nasty, you could also use the gap between my breasts."

That was a point, but was that what she wanted me to do, or what she didn't want me to do, or what she didn't want but would perversely enjoy? And should I do what she wanted, what she didn't want, or what I wanted.

Decisions, decisions!

Then my lust took over and I just wanted to do what I wanted. Without further ado I rammed into her doggy style and thrust in and out for a while. However I wanted to enjoy those breasts before slaking my lust on her. I grabbed a large bottle of oil and upended it over her firm arse. It slowly slid down over and between her labia, all over her breasts, over her chin and dripped off the top of her head around her feet. She spluttered a bit as some made its way into her nose.

I had overdone the oil, but on the principle that anything worth doing is worth overdoing, I squeezed the bottle to get the remainder all over her. I lowered her gently onto her back, noting her grumble that I was being too gentle. For a few moments I rolled and slid her around in the growing pool of lubricant on the floor, then slid back into her until I was just as coated in oil as she was.

I then pushed in between those lovely breasts. As the tip emerged from her cleavage in front of her face it bumped her chin once, twice. The third time her pursed lips grabbed for it and she sucked hard. Every time I pulled back the end 'popped' loudly out of her mouth and slid back in between her lovely breasts, followed by a few strings of saliva. The contrast between the feel of her breasts and the feel of her mouth, with a little more sensation occasionally added by her teeth, was delightful.

I took hold of those lovely breasts, using a little additional leverage provided by the slippery nipples, to increase the pace of my assault. She increased the suction of her lips in response. The popping got louder and the saliva flowed faster. I felt the familiar tingling start deep in my hips, and decided that this wonderful lady's need to be degraded wouldn't be fulfilled by letting her choose when to extract the juices she sought just by applying more suction.

I had used three of the options she had offered. I pulled out and aimed for the last target, tighter and darker. I was dripping with the multigrade from all the various sources. I needed nothing more and gave her the lot, right to the hilt, in one thrust. I stayed deep inside, just moving slightly. The grip she had on me was enough on its own. The tingling burst out of me and into this lovely woman in what felt like gallons. I continued the slight movement until I was drained and completely soft.  

I asked, "Did you come?" and she shook her head. I walked out of the room to clean myself (BDSM can be both satisfying and fun, but I didn't want to start in infection), intentionally leaving her alone, tied, used and leaking from every orifice for a while to enjoy the feeling of being dominated.

On my return I asked again, "Have you come yet."

"No, I told you before. I didn't come."

Maybe she needed a reminder of what submission really meant. "Are you sure you haven't been playing with yourself while I was out of the room, or perhaps you managed to seduce some other poor man in five minutes?"

"No, but perhaps you have some remaining desires that you would like to use me for?"

I decided to press home the message. "I bet you'd like an orgasm wouldn't you, any way you could get one?"

She managed to look even more pathetic for a moment. "I'd like whatever you think I should get, but I have to tell you that I am horny enough to cut glass. If you put me in the middle of the street and untied my hands I'd masturbate straight away, in front of everyone."

"And what if I ordered you not to touch yourself?"

"I'd try to obey, I really would, but I'm weak and my lust might get the better of me."

I decided she needed a little more, or perhaps more than a little more. I was enjoying myself and she seemed to be too. I grabbed a medium butt plug, wiped it between those magnificent breasts to make it slippery, and held it against her rosebud.

"This plug is going in now. You'd better control yourself for the moment at least." And in it went. She shuddered a little. Then I grabbed a small vibrator with a 'pearl diver' tickler and put that in place. I turned it on...and clearly it wasn't the only thing controlled by that switch!

Then I walked around and lifted her into a position where her buttocks were on the low bench where this had started. Her upper body was upright and her feet were over her head. I had to hold her up because, tied as she was, she would have fallen over otherwise. She moaned as I moved her around a little, as the plug pressed against her in different spots. I then pressed her face to my half-erect member and she latched onto it right away, suction at max. I grabbed her nipples hard and twisted them both, hard.

"Okay. Now!" I ordered.

Come she did, right on cue. However, as she writhed around, every little movement increased the stimulation somewhere. If she tilted back or to one side, her nipples were stretched out further and she had to suck as hard as she could so she didn't fall back. And her plug got a tweak as she learned that there was a projection on the outside which pushed it around inside her. If she leaned forwards my growing erection would press further down her throat and the outside end of the vibrator would tweak sharply inside her and the pearl diver would move against her clitoris.

With every orgasmic movement she increased the sensation somewhere else, and the one thing she simply couldn't do was to stay still. She rocked around alternately swallowing a little more of me or sucking harder not to roll back. At this point my attention was on her. However, my personal sensations were something very special. I started my own gradual progress to another climax, but she seemed to continue an increasing intensity of orgasmic throes. Every moment seemed to be the peak, until the next moment left that peak behind. I think it was about ten minutes later that she lost control of her balance (she had lost control of everything else much earlier!), rolled back a little further than before, and despite desperate suction which took me over the edge that second time, released me with a very loud slurp and fell backwards. She would have hurt herself if I had not been kind enough in advance to put a large bean bag where she fell. Kind enough to do that, yes, but not quite kind enough to tell her the bean bag was there, so she expected to fall right down onto the hard floor. She had a worried look on her face for a moment, but that vanished almost immediately as her face was covered by the thick white product of her fellatio.

It took me a while to notice that she was still coming hard, although perhaps not quite as hard now. I felt the degradation could continue for a little while, so I put her feet (and head) down on a sack truck, put a strap around her so she didn't fall off, and wheeled her out into the corridor. I was a little weak and put a pillow behind her head. A group of ladies walked past and I asked them where 'this' belonged.

The ladies laughed and one touched me and said "I think she looks as if she belongs impaled on that!"

Another one bent down and wiped my victim's face with her hand. "Oh, it's Yana! It looks as if she's still coming."

She pointed down a side corridor and gave me a room number before carefully licking her own hand clean. As I went off in the direction indicated I heard laughter. However, I got the impression that they were not laughing at Yana, but rather in nervous envy about their turn.

As I reached the indicated room I left her outside for a moment while I looked inside. I saw some items with her name and decided I had the right room. When I returned there were two other ladies talking to Yana, ignoring her inability to reply. Both the other ladies smiled at me and one said, "I think I'll have some of that when it's my turn." Before leaving each of them spent a few seconds groping this helpless lady and scoring themselves some of the white fluid dripping from her face.

I wheeled Yana into the room, removed the strap and lifted her onto the bed. She was still climaxing gently and I decided a little cunnilingus would complete the process nicely. For a short while the climaxes - er - climaxed, and then she flopped down, either asleep or unconscious.

I quickly untied her and lay her down in the recovery position. I felt she had had enough harshness to satisfy the most hardened submissive. I found a towel and damped it with some warm water, removing the vibrator and the plug as I went.

When she was finally clean (although still damp) I lay down next to her and pulled the sheets over the two of us.

As I did this she opened her eyes and muttered, "I'm fucked. I'm completely and comprehensively fucked." She smiled briefly at me and closed her eyes.

I was sure this time. She was not unconscious, she was asleep.

I slept with her.

Day 2, No 3: Petite

I awoke to something. A light was still on. I wasn't sure what until I saw Yulia coming in and realised that it was the movement of the door handle that had awoken me.

I said in a low voice, "How did you know I was here?"  

Yulia leaned close to me and said with a strange smile on her face, "You weren't exactly discreet now, were you?"




Irkutsk Ch. 04



"Touché."

I gently got out of the bed and quietly walked to the door.

Yulia looked at me, "After what she's been through I don't think you have to be gentle. I don't think an atom bomb would wake her for the next twelve hours. She took my hand and led me out and down the corridor. I realised after a few moments that not only was I completely naked, I didn't even know where my clothes were. Stranger still, it didn't seem to matter, even with others around. I guess that's what happens when you belong body and soul (especially body) to someone else. 

Yulia told me that my next lady wanted to be surprised. She was asleep and wanted me to sneak into her room, get into bed with her, and wake her up by fucking her. I was given a blue tablet and a small drink, and I didn't have to ask why. Yulia made it very clear that I was not to make love with her, just to fuck her. Also, this lady didn't know today was the day for my visit. She was working nights and slept days, and Yulia had simply told her I would be there one day. She stopped at a door, and quietly told me that if I walked six feet into the room, I would be standing at the side of the bed, with the head to my left. The Princess would be sleeping with her back to the door. This sounded odd - did she sleep on that side all the time? In any case, they were my instructions. I opened the door, and walked forwards. Yulia gently closed the door behind me.

It was pitch dark, so I took two steps and reached down and forwards. There was the bed. I lifted the covers, and got in, lay down and waited for a while. It wasn't long before my medication took effect. It didn't only enhance the physical readiness, but it seemed also to elevate my desire.

I moved my right arm forwards, and felt a very slim body. It was facing away from me, just as I had been told. I hesitated for a moment - this seemed wrong. I have never wanted to engage in sex with a partner who was anything less than completely willing. This lady, whose name I didn't even know, hadn't indicated her willingness. Not to me personally. On the other hand it had been made very clear to me that I should follow my instructions, and I had been told this was exactly what she wanted. OK...here goes!

I grasped her hips and pulled her back onto me, sliding in deep and hard. I reached around her hips and grabbed her labia, feeling my hardness balls-deep inside her. I used my grip to force myself in whether she liked it or not. She could not fail to have woken by now, but there was no reaction other than an increasing flow of fluid from her. I could feel it running over my fingers pressed over her mound. Then I noticed also that she was pushing back against me. I decided simply to hold her tight against me, without moving further.

I lay there, holding her tight but motionless inside her for several minutes. I was still a little nervous about the absence of any explicit consent, but decided that either way I was to use her however I wished, and this was not an entirely unpleasant fate.

After a long while she whispered, "Well - are you going to fuck me?"

I remembered my role. "When I'm good and ready. In fact, if I'm good and ready. Meanwhile, I'll just use you to keep my equipment warm. I don't really care what you think or what you want. You're only here because you happen to be attached to the cunt that I'm using. Now shut up and let me use it as and how I feel."

I thought I heard a very quiet "mmmm", but nothing else. I had never done this before, stay inside a woman for a long time without needing to create friction of movement. I wasn't desperately horny, and it was very pleasant just enjoying her warmth, her moisture and her slight pressure on me. I was almost asleep, feeling just as I often had (in the real world before my capture), just as I woke up after a good sleep. Cosy and comfortable, and hard as a rock. I was certainly in no danger of losing my erection, Viagra or not!

I think I did doze for a while, waking with my hand still jammed between this lady's legs holding her firmly against me.

Eventually I was awoken by her starting to thrust against me. I enjoyed it for a while, but then remembered who was in charge...at least for now!

"What do you think you're doing!?"

She whined back, "I need a fuck. Please!"

"You'll get what I say you'll get when I say you'll get it, and not before."

The whining continued. "But I'm on the brink of the best orgasm ever."

I had to keep charge. "You're on the brink of me rolling over and you getting nothing."

"But I can feel you throbbing inside ..."

"SHUT UP AND DON'T MOVE!"

She shut up and, well, almost stopped moving. Just the tiniest little pulsing inside her. It might even have been a blood vessel pulsing. I decided it was probably the best she could do and let it go at that. It certainly wasn't unpleasant.

Sleep was far from my mind now. The pulsing was about as hard to ignore as a dripping tap. And just as wet. But infinitely lovelier. I lay there for ages until I felt a sudden increase in the flow of juices. She couldn't have ...?

"You haven't just had an orgasm have you?"

A quavery voice replied, "Er - not quite."

"So why am I getting the feeling you have?"

"I'm still having it." The voice was now agonised,

"Well, stop. Now!"

I could feel her tense as she fought against what she wanted more than anything; what was irresistible. Almost.

"Are you back under control?"

Her only response was a soft grunting sound deep in her throat. She couldn't even speak. All I got was a movement of her body that felt as if she was nodding her head. Clearly she was fighting for control, but I sensed she had moved back from the brink.

I lay there quietly for a little longer, but then I decided it was time for me now. I pulled out almost all the way, squeezed her labia tight with my fingers, and started a slow cycle: in deep; wait; almost out; wait; in, etc. During the wait on the "out" part of the cycle I gently teased her with another cycle within the cycle, very slightly twitching my glans against her labia. From the very first time this part of the rhythm was taking her arousal to stratospheric levels.

"Aaaaaarrgghhh! Do me!"

It was by no means clear what she was asking for, because as soon as I slid slowly back into her she cried out to me to go back to what I had been doing. I decided that I would shorten this part of the sequence just to tease her a little more. It was not clear what was causing the greater reaction now; her pleasure from the briefer moments of my teasing her labia, or her pleasure from being denied that pleasure. Meanwhile, I drew out the agony of sliding in, waiting and then slowly moving back to that place she wanted. In case you think I was being such a caring person, so attentive to maximising her pleasure, I can tell you that there was a considerable degree of selfish pleasure for me too!

After a while, at the point where I was just starting to slide back in deep, she suddenly tensed with what I can only describe as the sound you get when you (accidentally) tread on a cat's tail. She threw her head back so hard that she would have knocked us both out if I had been leaning towards her. Luckily I had been leaning back as I had been thrusting into her and her hair just brushed my face. Her physical tension was so extreme that for a few moments it was almost painful to be inside. Her movement pulled her hips away from me to the point I was about to slide out of her. However, there was no way I could slide out of her with that tension so I stayed locked inside for a moment. Suddenly she released me and I felt myself being pushed out of her. As soon as we were separate she rolled onto her back and arched her hips high above the bed.

I realised that there was some light in the room, and now that I had become accustomed to the lower light I could see her silhouette quite clearly. I could see her arched above the bed, the bedclothes pushed off completely. Her hips were so far off the bed I could have crawled underneath without touching her. She was pulling her nipples out enough for me to worry that she might be causing herself harm. Again she gave that "cat in pain" sound before suddenly curling up the other way into a tight ball, lying on her side, facing away from me again.

I hadn't come yet (well, not with this lady) and was ready for more. In I went, feeling wonderful. However, she fought me tigerishly. Keen to stick with the script, I held her tight and stayed in deep.

Suddenly she started yelling, "Code Red! Code Red!" Over and over again.

After only a few seconds the door burst open and four ladies rushed in. They grabbed me and pulled me away from her. The moment was gone and so was my lust.

I turned to look back at this lady. She was now lying on her side, both hands pushed hard between her legs. I could see her hips humping hard against her hands, her buttocks moving back and forth almost a foot. Juices were flowing down her thighs and running in a continuous stream onto the bottom sheet. She was also crying long heartrending sobs in time with the hip movements. 

Yulia came in a few moments later and told me, "That was her "safe word". You've done nothing wrong, but she really has had enough. We should have told you about that, but frankly I never imagined ...". She looked down, as if embarrassed, "... you'd be able to get anyone to that point, not with just one of you and a bevy of desperate horny women. She will recover after a while. We will look after her." She gave me a wicked look. "Every one of us, including those caring for her...". She looked wistfully across at the bed again. "...is wondering if, hoping, they will be the next one to need treatment for an excess of pleasure." 

Yulia nodded to the other ladies who released me. The she nodded to me, indicating that I should leave. I looked at the ladies who had grabbed me. One of them pulled a dressing gown from I don't know where, handed it to me and I put it on. She then took my hand and led me out the room and away.

As we walked down the hallway she told me that I would have some extra rest as my scheduled time with this lady had still been less than halfway through. She stopped at a door that I recognised as mine.

She opened the door for me, saying, "You might as well catch up on your sleep to be fully rested for the next lady.

I walked into the door and lay down on my bed. The lady followed me in, rolled me onto my front and started a very good, but completely platonic, massage.

I asked her if "that lady" was OK.

"Yes, better than she's ever been I would imagine, but we all have our limits. I'm looking forwards to finding mine." That was as close as she got to discussing sex.

As the massage continued I started to feel drowsy and then, slept. The last thing I recall was the simple pleasure of feeling the tension in my back muscles being expertly soothed.

Day 2, No 4: Piercings

I was fully rested and sitting on my bed having a look around the room when Yulia walked in.

"Is she all right?"

She replied with a big smile. "Yes. Very much so. However, I think she'll be happy to wait a while for her next turn. I'm beginning to wonder what you really have in store for us, but for most people that would have been the sexual experience of a lifetime. She's not suffering from what you did to her; what she's suffering from is having waited so long for it. You'll remember the "safe word"?"

I nodded.

"We all have the same word, so it's the only one you have to remember. Everyone wants to be in a situation to use it with you, so don't be upset. I imagine you're a little frustrated to be interrupted before you came?"

I smiled at her. "Probably in different circumstances, but I'm just happy she's okay. No doubt you have another beautiful woman for me to use soon?"

She returned my smile with an unreadable expression. "Well, yes, next you have a beautiful mystery woman, but I'm not sure who will be using whom. I am about to tie you to your bed in preparation for her, so that might give you some idea what I mean."

Yulia took my hand and led me away from the bed. She tipped the mattress off to the side and revealed a solid wooden base. She led me into a sitting position against the headboard and started tying me into place. Hands and feet I had expected. A black hood was placed over my head and then tied firmly into place against the bedhead. I could now relax my head completely and it would flop forward to rest safe and comfortable inside the cocoon of the hood.

But Yulia hadn't finished. She untied my feet and pulled them apart and forwards until I was sprawled out uncomfortably on the bed. She retied my feet in their new position. She then placed several pillows behind my back, making me a little more comfortable and tied my elbows back against the bedhead either side of the pillows. Finally she tied my knees out to the sides of the bedframe so I couldn't even start to close my legs. Vulnerability was at a new level.

She pushed and pulled at me, presumably to check to bonds. "Will you agree not to talk so I don't have to gag you?" I nodded my response. I heard the door close and I was alone.

I waited for what seemed like an hour, dreaming about what this new lady might have in store for me. I started thinking of some of those who had already used me. I was definitely looking forward to this new lady.

"What are you thinking of?" The voice came from beside the bed, even though I hadn't heard anyone coming in.

I had agreed not to talk because I was gagged. I grunted.

"You have permission to talk to answer this question."

"I was waiting for you to come in."

"You were waiting for me, but who were you thinking of in the meantime?"

"I was thinking of an imaginary woman and the imaginary things she might do to me."

"And that got you hard did it?"

Oh yes, now you come to mention it I am rock hard. "Yes."

"What did she look like, that woman of your dreams who turned you on?"

"I didn't even see her, I was just dreaming of being used by a woman."

"Aren't you sick of it yet?"

"No, er ... as you can see."

"What was she doing to you that turned you on?"

"Anything she wanted."

"So, what...it wasn't what she actually did that made you feel good, but the fact that she was doing what she wanted?"

"Oh, yes. Plus that she wanted to do it with me."

"Does that mean that I can do what I want to you, and you'll enjoy it?"

Might need to be cautious here, "Generally speaking. There would be a few exceptions."

"What if I wanted to get on the bed close up and just enjoy looking at you?"

"If that would please you, it would please me. I might need reminding every now and then that you are here and having fun."

I felt the bed move. Clearly she was now in between my legs, but she didn't touch me at all. I did, however, feel a very light movement of air in a very sensitive spot. She must have been only millimetres away from my erection. She wasn't blowing on it; there was just the very faintest movement of air as if she were breathing very low in front of it.

Suddenly the airflow increased in bursts as she spoke again, "You really are enjoying this aren't you?"

"Yes, I am."

"May I play with it?"

"Only if you want to."

"You keep saying I can do what I want. What are my limits?"

"You have to like it. I don't mind a little pain, but not too much, and don't hurt other ladies. No harm to anyone. I don't like other men to be around, but that seems unlikely to be an issue here. Apart from that you're pretty free to do what you want. And anyway, that's my rules, which don't apply here. The rules here seem to be that you do what you like with me, regardless of my wishes."

"No need to be petulant, I'm happy to play by your rules. So, what if I wet on you?"

"I wouldn't mind as long as it was because you were enjoying yourself."

"So I just grab it do I?"

"If that's what you want. If you do something I don't like I'll give you a gentle nudge."

"But you won't complain because you are under orders."

"No, I won't say anything because I enjoy whatever a beautiful woman does to me."

"You don't know what I look like."

"I know you're beautiful." She needed a push. "Get on with whatever you want to do or else I might have to go back to my dreams."

Hesitantly, a hand took hold of me and started sliding up and down. After a few moments another hand started lightly exploring my body. Bicep, nipple, ear, sole of foot, back of hand. She seemed to be testing her limits, but she wasn't going to find them this way. Gradually the touch became firmer and she started squeezing certain parts. And then nothing for a while, although I could hear movement nearby. The bed was moving more for a moment too.

Then suddenly I was deep inside a woman. She was motionless; enclosing me. Hard nipples lightly touched my chest. Then my hood was whisked off and this lady was kissing me. I had been right all along. She was beautiful.

"I'm not in love. I just need your body. I hope you don't mind."

I didn't mind. From my point of view here was a very lovely young woman doing unimaginably wonderful things to me (well, they would have been unimaginable only a few days ago). From her point of view I could imagine that being deprived of sex for years might alter your moral viewpoint. I just kissed her back in reply. Well, to be precise it was not her back, but her lips, that I kissed.

"Don't you mind?"

OK - she wanted my answer in words. "No, I don't mind."

"So I force myself on you. I rape you; and you don't mind?"

It seemed as if she wanted a detailed answer in words. Here goes. "You are young and beautiful. Where I came from I would never in my life get the opportunity to get close to a woman as sexy as you. And it is not just your looks. I don't know you personally, but I know that every one of you is an Olympic-standard athlete, which means you are hard-working, dedicated, resourceful, intelligent...all the things that would make you successful in any other place. And here I am enjoying your lovely body.

"And I know what your nation's men have done to you. As a representative of my gender I feel it is appropriate for me to try to start in my own small way to make up for the damage we have done."

This last comment was made in the expectation that she would give me a sarcastic look and tell me how noble I was sacrificing myself for her.

But no. She delicately kissed my lips and breathed, "Thank you." Then she resumed her rape, this time a little more lovingly.

After a while I started to notice that, pleasant as this was, it felt - well - different. The nipples seemed colder and harder than I would expect, and further down where she was sliding up and down on me, well that seemed odd too. Not even the tiniest bit unpleasant, but not normal either. I was tempted to look down and see what was happening, but she was still gazing into my eyes with a nervous look. Clearly her worries had not been resolved by my responses, and clearly it wouldn't help her anxiety for me to start looking downwards to investigate. And, well, the sensation might have been unusual, but it was a very long way indeed from being unwelcome. I decided to continue to suffer the unusual experience. There would be time enough to investigate later. She continued her assault on my virtue.

I started to think she must be a marathon runner from the way she was continuing a regular, unchanging and unbroken rhythm. On and on she went, clearly enjoying it, but at no stage did she increase her passion.

I have no idea how long she had been using me like a cheap slut of a man when, without warning of any type, she exploded.

Suddenly she was bouncing so hard on top of me that at times she was in mid-air, except for the one remaining point of contact with me. A little later even that was gone as she flexed so hard that she jumped right off me, and off the bed. She seemed to be humping an imaginary man on the floor beside the bed. From my position tied on the bed I could see her face. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were staring wildly into the distance. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was stuck to her cheeks and her forehead with sweat.




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Over a period of several minutes she started to slow down and eventually stopped her throes. She rolled over until she was on hands and knees breathing heavily. She then crawled back onto the bed and lay on her side, using my thigh as a pillow. A hand reached up between my legs to grab me. She sat up beside me and looked into my eyes.

"Sorry. I got carried away and sort of lost you there. That was exactly what I needed, exactly what I have been missing for years, but I was a little selfish and forgot about your needs. You're still unfinished."

"No, you didn't forget. We agreed at the start that this was for you and not for me. And anyway, I very much enjoyed your pleasure. I always enjoy a woman's pleasure with me."

She looked me with an odd look in her eyes. "So by giving me pleasure you were being selfish? And selfish again by denying me the enjoyment that I am entitled to receive by giving you pleasure?"

This seemed to be getting a bit complicated. I gave a big sigh as if in resignation. "Okay. If it is my duty to let you make me come, I guess I am duty bound to give in to your needs. I would cooperate, but I seem to be a bit tied up at the moment."

"Oh yes. Quel dommage." She took me deep into her mouth with no further discussion and took me over the edge with an effectiveness that was, literally, breathtaking. She continued to work on my wilting equipment to make absolutely sure that she had sucked out everything she could get. I was in heaven.

This wonderful lady brought her face up to mine and made a big show of dribbling a little of her prize into the palm of each hand, and then opened her mouth and made me watch while she swallowed the rest. Quite an art, swallowing with her mouth open! Then she got up on her knees so her breasts were at my eye level, and rubbed her palms against her nipples. When she removed her hands and I could see her nipples glazed and glistening, I could see what it was that had felt odd. The nipples were stretched around enormous heavy rings. The rings were over an inch in diameter and the thickness of the gold bar piercing each nipple was at least a quarter of an inch. Now I could see the rings, it was hard to imagine I hadn't known beforehand what had caused the unusual sensations. And her lovely breasts seemed highlighted, emphasised, by the piercings. I remembered the unusual sensations lower down as well, and cast my eyes a little lower. Several rings, each identical to the nipple rings, also pierced each of her labia, inner and outer, with one more in her clitoris. If they were real gold, and everything about these women seemed completely genuine, there were several thousands of dollars (or whatever the equivalent was in roubles) worth of gold adorning her erogenous zones.

There was no secret about what I was looking at, and her gaze had followed mine precisely. I looked up at her face. I knew that she knew what I was looking at. I had been busted perving on her!

She (it seemed odd that after such intimacy I didn't know her name) just smiled at me and it finally drifted down to me that she hadn't noticed earlier because she had been doing the same thing to me. I could see that her mind was going through the same sort of process too, except that she was perving on her captive, which (according to some strange rules of kidnapping) seemed more acceptable.

She then untied me, making sure that she took every opportunity to give me a good view, or a good feel as she did. She then made me lie down under the covers and got in hugging me close. The odd feeling of her piercings, both higher and lower, took on a more erotic element now I knew the reason.

She looked into my eyes from a distance of about three inches, "I hope you are happy here, because you have changed our lives dramatically for the better. I am so happy that you are now with us. I am looking forward to the chance to make love with you again, some time in a few weeks or months. I will spend that time working out how to get the best enjoyment for both of us. Our Goddess has told us that our top priority is to ensure that you enjoy being with us, so that you will want to stay."

I stared right back into her eyes, and told her, "This is my life now. Thank you."

My last memory of that day was trying to detect the infinitesimal motion of her lower piercings against my now soft manhood. An enjoyable pastime, but not enough to keep me awake after such a day.



Irkutsk Ch. 05



Day 3, No 1: Being passive

I was awoken at 7:30am by - you guessed it - a lovely young woman. This one was wearing a sheer black teddy that concealed nothing. A big nose was somehow fitting on her otherwise perfect face - this one feature that was not completely classical in form did not detract from her beauty. Instead it seemed to add character. She told me her instructions were to get me into a hot shower and wash me. I was not to be allowed to wash myself. Ah, but I had a little job to do first that I had to do myself. But no, she had to hold it for me. And shake it afterwards. She was a little clumsy, but not bad for a first try, and it is an experience I'd commend to any man.

I then got in the shower and got thoroughly washed from head to foot, with special attention to one particular area in between. I wasn't allowed to do anything except move to give her access to whatever part she was working on. I was dried the same way. Then I got back into bed and she got in beside me and fed me.

I asked her name and she simply said she was a Princess. She was indeed. When I was finished eating she told me to rest for a few minutes and then she would come back to me when her time started.

On the dot of 8 she came in wearing tight jeans, knee length black boots and a white tank top that almost looked sprayed on. I could see, however, from where it was stretched across her cleavage that it was a real tank top. It was obvious that she was wearing no bra, and I suspected there were no knickers either.

She told me she was a little overwhelmed by the thought of sex with a man, and wanted to learn a little about what a man was like before having sex with one. I appreciated both her viewpoint and her honesty, and told her so.

I then asked her what she wanted to do. She said she just wanted to do the usual things she did during the day, but with me around. I decided it would be worthwhile learning more about how everyone else lived here, and I could perhaps get by without sex for a few hours, so I grabbed a pair of pants. But the Princess stopped me and told me that I was just an observer. She would do everything for me including dressing me. So I dropped the pants.

That was a good move - she immediately bent over to pick them up. Her jeans stretched so tight that I could almost count her pubic hairs. She definitely wasn't wearing anything underneath. She held up my pants from the waist and told me to lift one foot. I asked about underwear, and she told me that if I enjoyed her lack of underwear, surely it was fair for her to enjoy mine. So much for my surreptitiously checking her out!

I could not dispute her logic and accepted spending time commando. I lifted up one foot so she could start getting the pants on, but as so often happens I fell over. I landed on top of her. (By mistake - I swear!) I told her we unbalanced men usually sit to put our pants on.

That was one step out of the way, but the next step of having someone zip me up without underwear was a little unnerving. We got past that problem by her putting one hand down the front and protecting me from getting caught in the zip. Another new experience.

She found me some socks and a pair of light boots and a check shirt and put them on. The boots were a bit of a struggle, and took a while to pull on, but it was certainly enjoyable for me. I think she enjoyed it too. In particular I enjoyed a second view of her bending down away from me -- this time I'll swear there was a damp patch starting. Then she took me exploring further around the house.

I still hadn't realised how far these caves - this mansion - extended underground. It was more an underground city than a house. Every time we were alone in a room she would fondle my groin, or my bum, or reach into my shirt and tweak a nipple. However, she stopped me from repaying her in kind. It was OK for her to do what she wanted to me, but I was to be allowed no opportunity to respond.

Sometimes she would reach up around my neck and pull me down (she was not very tall) for a quick kiss, which always led to a rather aggressive exploration of my mouth with her tongue. At the same time she would thrust her hips and her breasts against me and rub up and down against me.

It was not long before I was becoming erect, and I stopped to arrange myself in my somewhat tight pants. But no, she had to do that too, which required a little awkward explanation and then a little trial and error, which left me completely erect but at least it was lying up straight against my abdomen.

"I've read about this" she said "You men can't control your little friends can you?" There was no answer to that so I didn't answer.

We continued the tour. A little later she made her excuses and told me to wait outside a door for a moment. I waited for about five minutes and heard a toilet flush, and a minute later she came out. The toilet wasn't the only thing flushed! I gave her what I thought was an enigmatic look and asked her if she had enjoyed herself, but she merely smiled back at me.

As the tour continued she led me to my little Lada, and she told me to get in the driver's seat. She got in the other side, and told me to drive it through an archway. I did so, and suddenly realised we were in a lift, as we and the car were moving upwards. Soon we were in a tiny brick garage.

The door in front of us opened, and she told me to drive out. She directed me along a road that went towards the hills, and I followed her directions. As I drove, she cuddled up against me (it was a small car) and slipped her hand between my legs.

After a little while I noticed her other hand cupping her breast, with her forefinger and thumb squeezing a nipple through her tight tank top. "Look where you're going!" I quickly steered the car back onto the track.

We drove on gradually worsening tracks continually heading uphill. I was starting to enjoy this for a reason completely unrelated to the charming and sexy lady by my side as I changed into four-wheel-drive to negotiate an area of boulders.

There were times where I had one front wheel and the opposite rear wheel off the ground and I was glad of the diff locks - this was my first challenging drive for as long as I could remember.

After about half an hour we went up one final slope and onto the top of the hill. She told me to stop and get out, so I did. This Princess got out and stood next to me, and we gradually turned a full circle and took in the view.

She told me this was her "romantic spot" where she had come time and time again to dream of having a man who loved her. She turned to me, but instead of kissing me again, this time she said "I need you to do something for me. I'm a little embarrassed to ask. Do you mind?"

I replied that I had to do whatever she wanted anyway for the next - er - two hours.

"No, I want you to do it as a favour for me, not because you have to."

I didn't know how to answer that - if I had to do it anyway, surely claiming willingness to do it as a favour to her could only be a sham? However, on reflection, I remembered that she had come from a background I would never understand. I would never understand the talent and effort and sacrifice she had made to reach Olympic standard. Or what it must feel like to be rejected, twice, by the country you had devoted your life to. I would never understand a life with no opportunity to share experiences, not just sex but anything, with members of the opposite sex.

While I was thinking about all this, my beautiful lady got on her knees to beg, thinking I was undecided. I lifted her to her feet and told her that I would be proud, I would be enthusiastic, and I would be very willing to I could do anything for her that she could want. What was it that she wanted?

She wanted us to go back to the house, with me acting as her lover, then she wanted to undress me and have be get into bed, then she wanted free rein to do what she liked with me, while I was completely passive except when she told me to do something. She would decide on the spur of the moment exactly what she would do, and I might not get to have sex with her.

I would have been willing to do that anyway. If I didn't end up having sex with her, then I would with the next lady, or the one after that. So I told her she could do whatever she wanted to me. She got in the driver's seat and told me to get in next to her. She drove like a mad thing back to the house, taking a short cut past where I had been having my four-wheel drive fun, storming down a slope that I had deemed too steep to drive up, and nearly turning the car over in the process.

She sent the car flying into the little stone hut and down the lift. She ran out of the car and around to my side, opened the door and took me by the hand, dragging me to her room.

She undressed herself and then me, commenting that I was erect again, or perhaps still. She pushed me down on the bed and knelt beside me, exploring every bit of my body. Then she turned me over and repeated the exercise. She even grabbed my buttocks and pulled them apart. "Hey!" I said. She reminded me of my promise but left that area. She rolled me back over and played with my nipples, bending down low to look at their reaction. She smelled so lovely, leaning over me like that.

She explored my genitals very closely, being careful not to hurt me. Then she stood over me and quickly undressed giving me a perfect view.

She lay down next to me and cuddled me for a while in each of all sorts of positions; facing my side, back to me, lying on top, head to toe, kneeling between my legs leaning forward and hugging me. Incidentally this last position gave me a front-row view of her small firm high breasts and tiny nipples. Tiny, but very erect.

She leaned further forwards and slid these up and down, right and left on my chest. Then she lay forward and rested her weight on me, leaned forward and gave me a long deep kiss that promised depths of passion. She lay there for a long while, nuzzling my chin, my ears, kissing my new tattoo, biting my eyebrows, staring into my eyes.

After a long time she got up and sat back on her heels, and focused again between my legs. She shuffled back and bent forwards and kissed the tip, then slid her tongue up and down both sides of my length.

Then she encircled me with her lips and slid up and down sucking me into her mouth and then pulling her head back against the suction. She slid down again until I hit the back of her throat. She did that a few times and then lifted up and asked me what "deep throating" meant. I told her that it meant relaxing her throat while sliding it further into her mouth so that it went part of the way down her throat. She tried again a couple of times, then quickly jumped off the bed and went to a chest of drawers, taking out a realistic-looking dildo a little bigger than me.

She measured it against mine, then handed it to me and said "show me". I hesitated, and she asked me if I had done this before. I don't think she realised what she was asking! I told her I hadn't, but I'd seen it done and I'd try. Then she blushed and told me that she'd used this on herself, and perhaps I was reluctant to put it in my mouth because of that. Of course that wasn't the reason, and I decided I owed it to her to give it at least a good try.

I remembered something one of my girlfriends had done many years ago, and turned it upside down. I then tilted my head back and slid it in. When it reached the back of my throat, I gagged a couple of times, but twisted it around a little and swallowed a few times and got in past the obstruction, and it was easy after that. I slid it down until I was only just able to grip the end, and then slowly slid it out. I then slid it back down again, finding it easier this time, and slid it all the way down, then slowly up and down past the obstruction, and then out again.

She reached out her hand for it. I told her that wasn't fair as she was much smaller herself than I am, but she held out her hand again more commandingly, and I gave it to her. I suppose you have to have lots of determination to achieve what she had already achieved.

She slid it in, the same way I had, and gagged once or twice, just as I had, then got it past the obstacle and all the way down. Just as I had, she took it out and repeated the exercise more vigorously, and pulled it out again. A long string of saliva followed it out and dribbled off her chin and onto her left nipple. The scene looked debauched, and although I'm sure she knew the dribble was there, she didn't wipe it off.

My erection had subsided while I had been trying to deep throat the dildo, but now it came back to life again. She pushed me back on the bed and knelt over my head, making a beeline for the real thing. In no time her lips were pressed against my pubic hair, the rest of me buried in her throat. The sneaky little lady then started humming, which provided an incredible experience as the tingling transferred to me. Then, still humming, she started slowly sliding up and down on me adding even more to the sensation.

I realised my eyes had been closed, and opened them to the sight of her vulva spread open like the petals of a flower only three inches above my face, swaying forward and back in time with the sensations below. The visual experience enhanced the tactile sensation.

Suddenly, she released me from her mouth, sitting back and placing her centre of dampness on my mouth for a blissful moment before she spun around to face me. She stared into my eyes while she reached down and took firm hold of me, placing my glans amidst the moisture and sliding down just a little. I should have expected this, but it was still a shock that I noted she was pressing her hymen down against me. She had learned to deep throat while still a virgin!

She didn't remain a virgin for long. After bouncing up and down slightly a few times she increased the force until I slipped through. She gave a little cry, but of pain or pleasure I could not tell. Perhaps it was both together. In any respect it was pleasure soon, as she took my full length in the second orifice in only a few minutes. She sat there for a while, still staring into my eyes, her mouth open just a little, and then lifted right off.

She moved off me and to one side again, kneeling sideways to face across me. She leaned forward again and slid her right index finger up and down me, feeling how slick it was. She then put the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. Again she was looking directly into my eyes. I was unable to look away. She asked me if she was doing it right. I replied by asking her if she was enjoying it. She was upset by this, saying she asked first. I pointed out that if she was enjoying it, she was doing it right.

"But what about you?" I told her that I was enjoying it anyway, but that didn't matter - and not just because I was her captive. If she was enjoying this then whoever she was sharing the experience with should enjoy it merely because she was enjoying it, regardless of their own sensations. If her partner was not enjoying it, it was because she was with the wrong partner. I added that this meant I was not the wrong partner. That set her smiling!

Then she set off on a new tack. Did I mind showing her what cunnilingus was all about? The thought briefly crossed my mind that I should tell her how tough my new life was, but I decided sarcasm would probably just confuse the matter. Instead I reminded her of what I had just said about her enjoyment being what mattered. I took it a little further and added that real men preferred women who were pushy about what they wanted sexually. Whatever it was that she wanted from me she should not ask, but tell. She responded by lying back on the bed, opening her legs and saying "Lick. Now!" I was forced to endure my fate.

I can tell you that she was what you might call a head case. Not insane, but absolutely mad on head jobs. I have short hair which turned out to be very fortunate for me otherwise patches of it would have been ripped out. As it was she nearly dislocated my ears (if that is possible) forcing me in the directions she wanted. She had certainly taken to heart my instructions about being pushy about what she wanted. I had created a monster - or perhaps I had merely unleashed one.

After about five minutes of grinding herself against me while using my ears or the back of my head to get traction, she forced me onto my back and sat firmly on my face, writhing around to force the precise zone that needed stimulation at that very moment against my nose, my lips, or my tongue. And could she move her hips! Seeing all these gorgeous ladies doing mundane things I tended to forget they were the absolute pinnacle of sport until they showed their strength, speed, flexibility or endurance. And this young lady was using them all on me, or perhaps against me.

Until, that is, she started to orgasm. Then she just slid her pussy slowly up and down my tongue with her legs so tense I thought she would break my neck. She made a strange little squeaking noise and suddenly my face was flooded with a thickish fluid. I was surprised at its taste, a little sweet, very tangy and very rewarding for what it meant. My lovely young lady had enjoyed herself.

She then moved back down next to me, wrapped her arms around me and whispered into my ear. "What I want now is to go to sleep with your arms around me." She pressed her face into the crook of my neck, and was out like a light in no time. I followed soon after, and knew nothing else until I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see the Goddess smiling at me. She held her finger to her lips and gently helped me out of bed so that I did not wake my young lady. She was still asleep, snoring gently, as I closed the door behind me.

"Nice work" said the Goddess. "An hour's rest before the next one. She will want you naked in your bed, so you should have a quick wash and sleep until she wakens you. You will already be ready." She walked me to my door, gave me a quick peck on the lips, and vanished. I took her advice and was asleep three minutes later.

Day 3, No 2: Bondage 1

I woke up to the feel of a hand around my throat. I was lying flat on my back. I looked up and a pretty but contorted face was an inch from mine. "Shut up and do what you're told." I considered this for a moment, then decided that perhaps I would to shut up and do what I was told. She ripped the bedclothes off me and I expected to feel cold, but I didn't. It was quite warm in the room - perhaps she had turned up the heat.

She got me a glass of water and gave me a blue tablet and held a glass to my mouth. I swallowed. She covered my eyes with a leather mask, but it was not quite in place and I could see just a little downwards. I was then told to lie spread-eagled on the bed. When I did she attached leather straps to my wrists and ankles and spread-eagled I stayed.

She lifted my hips up with one hand (it never ceased to amaze me just how strong these ladies were) and placed a large firm pillow underneath the small of my back, leaving my buttocks off the bed unless I arched my back to the limit. I then felt something being pushed into my anus - it stretched me wider and wider until it suddenly slipped into place, leaving me still stretched a little, but nowhere near as much as a few moments earlier. I had been fitted with my first butt plug. No ordinary butt plug, as I soon learned when it started to vibrate gently and squirm inside me.

The next item on the agenda caused sudden pains in my nipples as clamps were attached, pains which suddenly changed character as I realised they were electrified. Then I felt tape being placed over them.

"Don't want to get a shock myself." I was told. I guess that made sense...for her! Then something around my genitals, including my testicles. It was a little tight, but not too bad. That is, until the Viagra started to take effect, when it became very tight indeed. "Don't want you wasting your semen." It seemed that I was getting torture with commentary.




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Then a ball gag. I thought myself lucky it had a breathing hole in it. "I don't want you disturbing my enjoyment." Then what seemed like gallons of lubricant being poured on my growing hardness. Then she put headphones on me and white noise flooded my ears. Then for a few minutes, nothing. Just me lying there with a raging erection and unable to do anything at all about it.

After an aeon of feeling vulnerable, I saw movement and felt someone grabbing me as if testing my rigidity. I was now throbbing with desire, all thoughts of vulnerability swept away with lust. Then I was just able to see her stretch one slim gorgeous leg over me to sit atop me and she was impaled right down upon me in one swift movement. She remained there with her knees half supporting her and half her weight on my hips.

Then slowly she masturbated, one hand playing between her legs and the other playing with her breast and pulling her nipple. She did not move her body much, just the occasional twist or wriggle. All I could see below the mask was her sexy display from the waist down or from her breasts downwards when she bent forwards.

I could hear nothing and with her body movement so slight I could feel nothing except the constant pressure of her enclosing me. I could, however, smell the scent of pure sex emanating from her; she couldn't block off my sense of smell. Mainly, however, it was the sight of a sexy woman giving selfish sexual pleasure to herself that kept me focused on sex. I couldn't take my eyes off the parts of her that I could see. 

Gradually it became clear that her own pleasure was not her only purpose. She was clearly putting her body, and its reaction to her ministrations, on display for my benefit. It was no accident that the mask was placed so I could see a little. She would pull her nipple forward and point it towards me, then twist it sideways so I could see its impressive length. She would grasp her inner labia and stretch them out to my view like butterfly wings. Sometimes when she bent forwards she would allow me a glance at her face.

I wasn't quite sure if the faces she pulled were a natural reaction to the pleasure she was giving herself, or purely for my benefit, but I think they were mainly for me to see. Every now and then she would put all her weight (which was not very much) on me, lift her ankles into a position well beyond the mere splits and show how her labia were even more lewdly splayed out for my benefit. Still, however, there was no significant movement between us at the one point I was inserted into her. Still the direct tactile sensation was minimal. She had no need to fear, however, that I would lose interest: the visual stimulation was plenty.

After a period of varying positions she returned to playing with her labia and clitoris again, and I could see her nipples growing and then being engulfed by the swelling of her areolae as she approached orgasm. Apart from an acceleration of the rhythm and a deep groaning sound there was no sign the orgasm was approaching. The groaning and the rhythm slowed and faded and I might missed the orgasm itself if I hadn't seen the flush rise up over her face and breasts, and then fade. I also noticed the change in her pattern of breathing. It didn't change her basic action, however, as she continued to work on her genitalia and breasts.

I felt as if I were in suspended animation, with a continual underlay of sex. I was not on the edge of orgasm, but nor was I in danger of losing my interest. I just continued in my world limited to the smell, sight and feel of a beautiful sexy woman uninhibitedly indulging her sexual appetite for my benefit. Well, perhaps it was for her benefit, but I can dream.

Her second orgasm took a little less time than her first, and her third was quicker still. After that, however, she seemed in a constant state of orgasm. Still, however, she continued to maintain her level of stimulation.

I was becoming tired but I could not drag my eyes away from her display. Because of the limited movement between us, I was still aroused only moderately. Enough to ensure I did not go soft, but not much more. At the same time, however, my thighs started to feel cold, and it took me quite some time to work out that this was because they were wet.

I hoped female juices were good for the skin, because I seemed to be getting frequent treatment with it.

In my sensory-limited world I had little idea of the passage of time, and I had certainly lost count of the number of orgasms that had occurred, but it might have been after about an hour and a half, she slowed and gradually came to a halt. She looked embarrassed as she removed all of the items she had used on me.

In a complete change of pace she then took me in her mouth while sliding a lubricated finger in my anus. In the most efficient performance I had ever imagined, she massaged my prostate and sucked me to orgasm in just a few seconds. She whispered to me "your next Princess requires you to be completely drained. This was for her, not for you." She then gave me a very gentle back massage, then laid me back on the bed, lay next to me and drew a quilt over us both. We slept peacefully.



Irkutsk Ch. 06



Day 3, No 3: Bondage 2

When I awoke she was gone. Another woman, this time wearing a business suit, had gently touched my face. I looked up and smiled at her. She gave me a drink and a banana, which I ate immediately. She told me I was to be completely passive, and to make sure she was going to tie me up where I lay. Again? Tie me up she did, with ropes around my thighs and waist so that I could not move my hips at all. My hands and feet and head were restricted, but I could move them all a little. She told me to wait; that she would be back in a few minutes.

A little later she returned, and did a striptease beside the bed revealing both her incredible flexibility and a diaphanous white nightie. It looked to be made from cheesecloth, but when she pulled it against her body it clung silkily like a second skin. It seemed specifically designed to highlight her nipples by constantly hooking up on them. By now I was hooked on them too.

By the time she slid in next to me she was naked and I was throbbing with desire again. Was I being medicated with Viagra again? No time to think about that - she climbed over me and teased me by gently sliding her moist sex up and down against my side. Gently up and down, up and down, up and down... I looked at her face and it was contorted as if she was in pain.

Eventually she moved above me and slowly, oh, so unbelievably slowly, slid herself onto me. All the way down she was breathing in and out in sharp pants, giving little cries on the brief exhales. It seemed to take four lifetimes until she was all the way down, but even to a mind not lost in lust it must have been five minutes, just to slide once all the way down.

As she bottomed out I gave a deep sigh.

She said sharply "This is for my pleasure, not yours. I can't stop you enjoying yourself, but I don't want to be distracted by the noises of your testosterone-fuelled lust. Any more noise and I'll gag you."

Okay, I might be slow, but bit by bit I'll learn. I shut up. She lifted off (in a manner of speaking) just as slowly as she had slid down. When I was just a millimetre from sliding out of her she started again on the return trip; down again, up again, down again, up again. Each cycle took about ten minutes. Five minutes up, and five minutes down.

I know exactly how long, because I thought she would be unhappy if I came, and in an effort to avoid that I was thinking other things, and I was watching a digital clock on the wall, mainly distracting myself, but incidentally keeping track of the time.

After the fourth cycle her little cries became shrieks, and after the fifth she started to vibrate. It sounds silly, but that's the only way I can describe it; it was as if she was shivering violently with cold, except she certainly wasn't cold. I wouldn't have lasted if I had not been so effectively drained beforehand.

On the seventh cycle the vibrations increased in intensity, and she didn't lift off quite as much, perhaps because the vibrations would have had me slipping out. On the eighth cycle she started screaming and eventually she froze for about a minute. I could feel her clamp tighter around me.

I think she must have stopped breathing for the whole minute, because afterwards she started breathing deeply and rapidly for a while. Also, when she released the tension, what seemed like bucket loads of warm fluid ran down my thighs, pooling around my buttocks and in my navel.

And then, unbelievably, she just returned to the slow ten-minute cycle, exactly as before. This time, however, she started the shaking in the first cycle, and what could only have been an orgasm repeated itself immediately after. And this time she froze for only a few seconds and there was not so much fluid.

The third time, she did not even make it all the way once to the bottom before freezing and tensing again. And this time, afterwards, she yelled at me "now!" and slammed herself down on me.

Right on cue, I exploded inside her. There probably wasn't much of me to explode by now, but the sensation was just as intense as ever. I looked up at my attacker. Her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat and perhaps other things. Her eyes stared unfocused into the distance, and her mouth hung half open.

She released my nipples, causing pain as the blood flooded back into them - I hadn't even noticed she had been squeezing them. She looked down at me, gradually came into focus, recognising me as if for the first time, and smiled a dreamy smile at me.

"Thank you."

She said "I'm sorry if I was aggressive but I was desperate not to break the spell. I never realised sex could be like that." I hadn't realised that either, but if she thought I was the cause and it meant she might do that again then I was willing to take the credit.

She lifted herself up off me one final time and as my swollen head slipped out she unexpectedly orgasmed one final time. At the same time she lost control of her bladder and urinated all over me.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" she said, "I didn't expect that one and just lost control."

I told her not to apologise. For a woman to have an unexpected orgasm was a huge compliment. In any case she was the Princess and I was the slave.

I suggested we get cleaned up and change the sheets, but that didn't suit her. She wasn't going to waste any of her scheduled time with me doing the housework. She didn't mind us going into the bathroom so we could wash each other, but someone else could clean the bed.

After untying me she went to the door and called out, and arranged for someone else to clean up while we were in the bathroom. Once we were dry she had me put on a track suit and coat. She reached into a cupboard and pulled out a huge fur coat, putting it on over her naked body. She wanted to go for a walk outside with me.

Once we left the house she cuddled up to me like any girl to her lover, and I enjoyed the closeness. I was amazed at my growing dependence upon these periods of closeness as well as the mind-bending sex.

She took me to a lovely little stream that gurgled its way through a stony gully, and then over a small drop of about four feet. There was a large pool below surrounded by an area of flat grass. She sat on a large rock nearby, motioning for me to sit by her.

She told me that whenever she could get away she had come here and dreamed of being here with a man who wanted to kiss her. It would have been rude, and possibly even dangerous for me to ignore that hint, so I turned and gently kissed her. It seemed as if we were in a different world from the one only a few minutes ago when she had so thoroughly and expertly used me for countless orgasms. Now however, she was the shy girl. A girl who just happened to be delicately beautiful. It was really no suffering at all to kiss her.

We sat there and chatted about trivial things, made silly jokes, and bounced stones along the pond surface. In no time at all it was time for us to return to the house, me to my room to recover and she to her other life.

Day 3, No 4: Tina

As I sat relaxing with a cup of tea, there was a gentle knock on the door. Since the routine seemed to be that the knock was a warning rather than a request for permission to enter, I waited. No-one entered. Instead there was another gentle knock. This time I called "come in".

The door opened a little and another lady entered shyly. She walked hesitantly towards me with her head down. Her behaviour was not consistent with her appearance.

Six feet four, broad shoulders, big high breasts, narrow hips and long blonde hair covering her face as she looked downcast. She was wearing a loose track suit that was not quite enough to conceal an athletic and sexy body.

I asked her to sit down and she did so, her head still hanging. "What's your name?" I asked. Her name was Tina. "Are you my next appointment?"

"Only if you want me to be." I told her I did want her to be my next appointment, and reached forward and swept her hair back so I could see her face. Dark blue eyes looked at me, a little damp with - was that tears? Crying or not, she was beautiful and I was immediately lost in the blue pools of her eyes.

I pulled her to me and put her head on my shoulder and hugged her. What was wrong?

She told me she was embarrassed that all the other ladies knew what she was doing, and that didn't seem right. I pointed out that they might guess what she was doing, but they didn't know.

"No, they know I'm desperate and they know I'm here to get laid."

So I suggested that instead we lay them a red herring. Tina's English might be perfect, but she didn't know what a red herring was. She looked at me, her head to one side, not sure if I was teasing her.

I explained that a red herring was a clue designed to mislead. I told her to get dressed up in climbing clothes. I had seen some climbing boots in my wardrobe, and dressed up as if to go mountaineering.

Tina was back in five minutes similarly dressed. She followed my lead as I walked briskly through a kitchen to the garage where the Lada was parked, and we got in, went up the lift and drove out into the open.

She asked me if we were going fishing. Clearly I hadn't explained a red herring properly. I told her that we were going to convince everyone else that we were going climbing, but instead she could do anything she wanted.

"Anything?" I asked her what she wanted to do. "I want to see your body and play with it to see how it works." I asked if she knew of any private spot we could go to that would be comfortable and warm. Yes, there was a little cottage on a side road just inside the border of the property. She directed me there, I parked the car outside and we went in. She quickly made up a log fire and had it blazing merrily.

I asked her what she wanted and she told me to do a striptease.

Oh shit. Under the circumstances it was a reasonable request for her to make, but how was I supposed to do a striptease? I told her that this was not within my power. She replied haltingly that she had been dreaming about getting a man alone and having him do a sexy dance for her. Would I please do the best I could?

I decided I had no option but to do what I could for her...and perhaps also for my own safety. I asked her please not to laugh and started to writhe around for her. In a rough cottage, dressed in climbing clothes and boots, with no music, embarrassed about my physique and with zero talent I felt completely ridiculous. The only thing saving me from dying of embarrassment was the fact that this wonderful lady seemed to be enjoying it.

One thing I did know was that the footwear had to come off early in the process, and I decided that it had to be step one, before I had built up any mood at all that I could destroy when (not if) I slipped on my arse.

I turned my back to her and bent right down to untie the laces, wiggling my body for her. I then turned back and put one boot on the floor in front of her, pointing at it. She lifted it up, placed in on her lap and loosened it completely so that when I fell, the boot came off. I landed on my back and she came and sat on my chest, loosening and then removing the other boot. OK, hurdle one overcome with nothing worse than a complete artistic failure. And her smile had looked more encouraging, or at least more amused than bored. 

Feeling slightly more confident, I took the opportunity while on the floor to wriggle my pants a little further down my thighs. I jumped up and writhed around, staring into Tina's eyes while I slowly slid the pants down and stepped out one foot at a time. Then I turned away and bent over again, this time showing her my underwear-covered bum while I rolled first one sock, and then the other down my ankles and, lifting my heels one at a time, down to the balls of my feet.

For my next trick I walked towards her and placed first one foot and then the other on her knees. She took the hint and removed each sock completely. I felt just a little more relaxed now. Dancing around slowly lifting my jacket, then my shirt over my head was not too complicated. Now of course I was down to one remaining garment before I was completely naked. Did she want me to go the full monty?

I looked at her and she solved my problem for me. She jumped up and ripped my jockey-style underpants down to my ankles and pushed me onto my back so she could remove them altogether.

Now I was on the floor completely naked with her standing over me. Somewhere in the process her sexuality had caused me to start to become erect despite my embarrassment but I felt, yet again, about as silly as was possible.

She reached out for my hand, helped me to my feet and looked into my eyes. "I know you felt uncomfortable doing that, but it meant a lot to me and the fact that you did it despite being uncomfortable means even more. Thank you." And she put her arms around me and hugged me close, looking down into my eyes.

It was an odd feeling having a desirable woman staring intensely down into my eyes, but her look was definitely lustful and her closeness completed the erection process. This was also helped by the hug causing two huge, firm breasts to press into my chest.

"Thank you" she said again. "That was what I wanted, and ... no, it was what I wanted, but now I want more. Do you mind if I stroke you?" And she looked further down my body.

I tried to respond in a powerful masculine way, but my voice cracked as I replied "That's fine." Still, she got the message and reached down to run her fingers up and down. By now it was twitching even though I wasn't on the edge yet.

"Why does it do that?" I explained that her presence and her actions were very stimulating for me. The situation was half farcical and half erotic - but the erotic was winning.

I wanted to kiss her, and it seemed appropriate to make a formal request. At least my voice worked properly this time as I asked, "May I kiss you again please".

She nodded and turned her face down towards me. I reached around her neck, stretched up and put my lips to hers. At the same time I ran my other hand around her back pulling her into me. This brought her huge breasts into firmer contact with my chest again, and they felt wonderful. Her tongue started to explore my mouth and that felt great too. 

Then she pulled away and asked me if I minded if she undressed too. That was a first for me! I said that would be fine thank you and she simply lifted her top over her head. She was wearing no bra. Her magnificent breasts were even bigger than I had thought, and they were firm, high and full, with huge elongated nipples.

Without further ceremony she pushed down her pants and was suddenly naked. She must have removed her boots during my striptease and I hadn't even noticed. I ran my hand down to the cleavage between her buttocks. She tensed and my hand was suddenly held firm.

She looked at me and told me that she could do whatever she wanted with me. I replied that she could have done that anyway.

"I know I'm very strong but under the circumstances you probably wouldn't dare to refuse me anything anyway."

"Perhaps not, but under any circumstances I would let you do just about anything you wanted to me."

Tina wanted to know what I meant, so I went into more detail. "No man turns down a beautiful sexy woman like you."

"You find me sexy?" she replied.

I told her, "Yes, very. That's why I'm rock hard for you."

She stepped back and looked down, "May I use that?"

Without waiting for a reply she lifted me up bodily in her arms and engulfed me with her mouth. I was completely out of control with my head and my feet hanging down and well, just one bit pointing upwards. I had no option but to abandon myself to her ministrations. It didn't seem a bad idea anyway. Suddenly she put me down roughly and fell back into the chair, putting both hands between her legs.

After a few moments she looked up at me, blushing and looking embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I orgasmed unexpectedly. I should have waited for you, but I had no idea that was going to happen."

I explained to her that a man feels more masculine when a woman enjoys what happens between them enough to have an orgasm.

"But you didn't enjoy it - when you orgasm the stuff comes out the end doesn't it?"

Sometimes it was hard to remember that many of these ladies hadn't had a life, hadn't been exposed to normal society, some since before puberty. Their enthusiasm for sex was powerful, but some had had little opportunity to learn about it. I explained first that most but not all male orgasms were accompanied by ejaculation, and that it was possible for men to derive immense sexual pleasure without having an orgasm.

I encouraged her to keep doing whatever made her feel good, and promised to show her some things myself later.

But what if you don't enjoy what I want?"

I pointed out that most men will enjoy almost anything that a sexy woman does for her own sexual pleasure.

She hid behind her hair again, and said in a soft whisper; "Can you make me ejaculate?" 

I told her I could try, and asked her if there was a comfortable bed here.

Tina pointed to a door and I looked in. There was a simple single bed there with some rough grey blankets. The room looked like some form of emergency shelter, and in fact I noted a shelf with tinned rations on it. I beckoned her over and led her to sit on the bed. I laid her down prone and started massaging her back.

"But this isn't..." I interrupted, "Just relax, enjoy and trust."

I worked from her back to her shoulder and neck, making sure I included her ears. I then gave her beautiful buttocks a good share of attention before working towards her thighs, which I then moved onto one by one. She started twisting around to get my hands up in between her thighs, and I gently rebuked her. "Relax, enjoy and trust."

After about fifteen minutes I gently turned her over and started on her shoulders again. Again I worked gently up the sides of her neck, including her ears. Her mouth was working in time with my hands now, as if working on an invisible penis. I had guessed her to be extremely aroused by the way she had orgasmed while briefly fellating me.

By the time I was working down her sides she was again trying to take over, pushing her breasts and those rock-hard nipples towards my hands. "If you don't relax, enjoy and trust I'll have to smack you." I reminded her.

She reached up and turned my chin so I was facing her direct and looked deep into my eyes. "I've been naughty, I think I deserve a thorough spanking."

Hmm. New tactic needed. "OK, I'll smack you in a few minutes if you are good."

She suddenly lay still, apologising for her misbehaviour. I continued down her body, spending a good while on her six-pack of an abdomen. I carefully avoided her sparse pubic hair and started down the front of her thighs. I spent a long time working down each unbelievably long stunning leg and playing with the feet and toes.

Somehow she contrived throughout this part of the massage to part her legs so I could see her juices running in a continuous stream down onto the grey blanket. Perhaps my efforts might not be in vain.

I moved up to her face and started delicately massaging her cheeks, her forehead, her eyebrows, the line of her chin, to her mouth, kissing each part as I finished. I returned also to her ears, which she seemed to enjoy. I then leaned forward and kissed her hard. Immediately a hand came round the back of my head and forced my mouth against hers.

I pulled away, repeated "relax, enjoy and trust" and the hand moved back by her side.

I decided it was now time to move to her breasts and gently squeezed them while gently licking the nipples. As I did so I looked up at her face, and she was definitely enjoying herself. Her eyes were rolled back a little and her tongue was moving around her lips. A stream of saliva was dribbling down one cheek. I don't think she noticed it.




Irkutsk Ch. 06



Next I moved down her body, playing for a while longer with the six-pack that was her abdomen. I knelt between her thighs, bent down and ran my tongue along the line inside her hipbones down to the border of her brief patch of blonde pubic hair. At the same time I ran my hands down her lower back beneath her until I was grasping her buttocks, pulling them slightly apart and slightly up towards my mouth.

Now I was teasing her labia from beneath with the fingertips of both hands at the same time as my tongue was running down alternately from two directions towards, but not reaching, her clitoris. The poor lady wasn't sure which way to twist herself to rub herself against one of my fingertips or my tongue. As she was writhing around I heard a definite wet sound of the dripping labia moving against each other and against me.

The command came from her: "Now!"

It was too direct to ignore, so I lifted her buttocks and slid a pillow underneath. Kneeling beside her right hip I placed my left hand flat on her abdomen and penetrated her gently with the middle and ring fingers of my right hand, palm up and pressing firmly upwards inside.

As I slid in and out, slowly at first, I could feel the ridges of what I have always thought of as the G-spot, while my index and little fingers slid up and down in the channels between her outer labia and her perfect thighs. I kept my thumb well away from her at this stage.

With my left hand on the outside I could feel the movement of my fingers inside, and was able to compress the area between my hands. She started to orgasm immediately, intensely and quietly. I continued my rhythm throughout her orgasm and afterwards.

"That's enough!" She said when her orgasm was complete, but I wasn't ready to finish yet.

"I'll tell you when it's enough - you asked for more and you're going to get it whether you like it or not." I gave her sharp smack on one luscious thigh before returning my hand to its internal massage. I felt a twinge of fear, not only disobeying a direct command but hitting her. However, I felt it was likely she'd eventually forgive me.

As I resumed working on her G-spot she started to orgasm quietly again within about fifteen seconds. By now her juices were running down my fingers into the palm of my right hand and then down onto her thighs and the mattress. Both inner and outer labia were swollen grotesquely and dark red, and her clitoris was jutting proudly out from under its hood.

A third quiet orgasm came and went, and then a fourth, and by now she was twisting her hips right and left almost 90 degrees in each direction. With some difficulty I kept sliding in and out while continuing to press my left hand against her abdominal muscles.

Suddenly she gave a low, deep groan, while at the same time she clenched my fingers so tight that I could no longer slide in or out. Instead I changed my motion to a slow wiggling of just the fingertips, still pushing against a squeezing motion with my left hand on the outside.

The deep groan intensified while the grip on my fingers changed to a pulsing inside her that had nothing to do with the movements of my hands. After the first few pulses a narrow jet of fluid squirted into my hand, splashing up my arm and over my arms and her legs.

The pressure on my fingers released a little and I resumed working inside her. The jet continued, interrupted only by the pressure peak of each pulse. I could picture the scene as if from the ceiling above us, beyond erotic and almost desperate in its intensity.

Suddenly she screamed out in some form of Russian that I could not understand, and the jet briefly turned into a torrent, and then the pressure on my fingers released completely and she fell silent. Rather more gradually the rush of fluid ended and she rolled over on her side, pulling my fingers out of her vagina.

Now she was curled up in the fœtal position, asleep. At least I hoped she was asleep and not unconscious.

I grabbed more blankets and lay next to her, cuddling her while I spread the blankets over both of our damp bodies to keep us warm. I was worn out, and she seemed to be too.

It was dark when I awoke. I opened my eyes to see Tina, naked, offering me a hot drink. "There's no hurry. I was your last appointment for the day, and I warned the others that we may not be home tonight."

I sat up and took the drink. I have no idea what it was, but it tasted wonderful and warmed me up, which I had needed.

Tina sat next to me on the bed with another drink. She had an odd, tense look on her face. "Where did you learn to do that?"

I sipped my drink and thought. "I'm not quite sure - I may have read about it somewhere. It just popped into my head and I thought it might work."

"Well, wherever it came from, it worked better than I could have dreamed. I had hoped you might help me to ejaculate, but somehow I hadn't expected the intensity of the sensations at the same time. I have never heard of orgasms - if that is the right word - as intense or long-lasting as that.

"If you will agree to do that again just once, I will be your slave without question for the rest of my life. You can lead me naked through the city with a dog collar around my neck and I'll worship you just for letting me follow you. But - I think I may need a few months to recover first. Oh, and I will need a more thorough spanking. I'll hold you to that next time."

I told her that I would be happy to work towards a repeat performance whenever we had an appointment together, I could not guarantee it would work exactly the same. I also told her that I was a slave too, and I was enjoying my slavery. And to share in her loving sexuality again would be its own reward.

Tina manages on her own

We decided we were both very hungry and there was no food in the hut except for emergency rations which might be nutritious but didn't promise much in the way of flavour, so we dressed and got back to the car to drive back to the house.

We were the target of some curious looks when we got back and grabbed a quick snack. Tina had seemed very tense, almost rigid, since waking, and said she wanted to sleep for a month, and that was pretty close to how I felt, so I headed back to my room. I was surprised when Tina followed, and more so when she came with me to bed.

I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, not even taking a moment to think whether this was allowed.

I was woken, as was becoming normal, by a rough shaking of my shoulders, opening my eyes to a beautiful lady - it was Yulia.

This time, however, she put a finger to my lips and gently shushed me. She indicated that I should get out of bed without disturbing Tina beside me. I slid gently out and Yulia took me by the hand. She led me from the room, quietly closed the door and asked me what had happened to Tina.

I told her what had happened. Apparently someone had noticed Tina crying out in her sleep while I slept on oblivious. This had been reported to Yulia who had been watching and listening for a while. As we were speaking I heard Tina's voice crying as if in pain. I couldn't imagine what was wrong with her - she had seemed tense but happy when we had gone to bed. 

Yulia suggested that we return to the room and that I should gently wake Tina with a hug. When I held her close Tina suddenly opened her eyes, clutched at me with a grip of iron and cried out again. I leaned close and asked her what was wrong.

"I've been dreaming of sex all night and now I'm having another orgasm ... oooohhhh ... and another." As she held on to me she cried out again and again. Yulia told me to stay holding her, not that I had any option with those powerful arms locked around me.

I waited talking softly to Tina until Yulia returned and put a syringe in her shoulder. After another minute or two Tina relaxed and I was able to lay her back into a restful position on the bed.

Yulia told me she had administered a sedative and that Tina would get some much-needed rest. Then she asked me what had happened, so I did my best to recount the previous day's events. When I had told her of the intensity of Tina's orgasms and ejaculations, she asked how many orgasms had occurred. I wasn't able to give a satisfactory response, and the best I could do was to say that they had eventually merged into one long orgasm lasting many minutes.

"No, I think it lasted about ten hours - it didn't finish until I sedated her", Yulia replied. "I have been saying to the Goddess that we have picked the perfect man for our community, but even so there are risks if you overstimulate someone."

I asked: "Are you saying her orgasm was so intense that it continued all through her sleep?"

"I think so. Medical science has no clear records of that happening, just a couple of hypotheses postulated by some of the advanced sex theorists extrapolated from a few less extreme episodes reported. The result, I think, of a combination of Tina's desperate need for sex and your expert ministrations to that need. I am confident she'll be fine when she finally wakes, although she'll be both sated and exhausted for a while."

Yulia gave me a wry smile: "Everyone knows about Tina's cries of pain - or whatever - through the night. Those who haven't already learned how she got into such a state will soon know. You already had a reputation rapidly developing and this will enhance that many times over. You may be interested to know that Dominika had a similar but less extreme experience after her time with you - this helped me understand what was happening with Tina. I have some selfish plans for my own appointment with you."

She led me to another bedroom and told me to get a little more rest in preparation for Maria who would be coming for me in a few hours. I got into bed and said goodnight to Yulia who left with a smile. I lay awake for a few minutes thinking about how the episode with Tina might affect my new life, but was soon asleep again.



Irkutsk Ch. 07



Day 4, No 1: A special beauty 

An Angel 

I was awoken the next morning by a gentle touch on my shoulder. I looked up to see a lady with shining dark hair hanging down over one eye. What I could see of her face was as delicately beautiful a face as I have ever seen. Even in this group she stood out as beautiful. She stood there looking down at me. I reached up and swept the hair back, holding my hand back behind her ear to reveal and enjoy the rest of her face, and then stared in awe at her beauty. I think my jaw must have dropped - I remembered suddenly closing it after what was probably a rude period of just staring. Limpid brown eyes gazed back at me. Eventually she said "Will you call me Angéle please?" I told her the name suited her. Her face seemed untouched by, unneeding of, make-up. 

Angéle explained that she was to be my next work assignment. They called it work! It might be work in the sense that I was being worked hard, but I had never heard such a task referred to in such a sense before. Nonetheless, Angéle told me of her concern that I was having so little "me" time: that my own wishes were being sacrificed for her benefit. The thought fleetingly crossed my mind that the Goddess had arranged for this perfect specimen of femininity to dissuade me from complaining, but another glance (well, it was probably more of a long look of appreciation) at this angel before me directed my mind away from such a treacherous thought. 

"Princess Angéle. I was captured by force but have come to accept my slavery. You could have enslaved me with just the look you gave me just now. In fact you have done so. My life is yours. What can I do for you?" 

I went to get up, but she put a hand on my shoulder indicating I should stay where I was. I even felt a tingling where she touched me, tingling which remained when she lifted her hand away. I realised I was holding my breath. Angéle wanted to make love with me, but not today. Today she just wanted to lie in bed next to me in quiet intimacy. I moved back in the bed and lifted the bedclothes invitingly. 

As she removed her diaphanous nightie I noted with appreciation her body, which was every bit as spectacular and enchanting as her face. She got into bed next to me, pressed her body firmly against mine, put her head on my chest and an arm around my waist, and lay still, squeezing just a little with her arm. 

I had awoken in my normal state and this angel pressed against me was enhancing that effect. She couldn't possibly not have noticed the throbbing heat against her tummy, but did not react to it. I lay there thinking of vomit and a serious car accident I had once witnessed. Anything to keep from responding to the appeal of this vision who just wanted to lie quietly next to me. But next time... no, don't think of that. 

I could do with a little more sleep, and eventually managed to doze a little. I noticed, however, when I felt a touch on my chest. I shifted my gaze downwards and saw a drop of water running down. Was she crying? I reached down, lifted her hair again and lifted her face towards mine. She was indeed crying. "What is wrong?" I asked. 

She had changed her mind, and now wanted... no, desperately needed, to have me make love with her. She told me of an irresistible desire that was burning damply between her thighs. But she had promised to let me sleep. She had awoken me several hours early so she could sleep with me and awake with me at my normal time. 

Faced with this vision I hadn't even noticed it was only 4am! I leaned forward and kissed her forehead and told her that I would be happy to make love with her. Hadn't she already noticed how ready I was? 

"Yes, I had noticed that, but isn't that normal when you are asleep? It doesn't mean you are aroused does it?" 

I explained that when it was in that state I was both aroused and ready, and for her I would be aroused and ready any time she wanted. Ready for anything. What did she want, exactly? 

"I want you to treat me as your wife, one who has indicated she wants your loving in the middle of the night." For a brief moment I thought of my ex-wife and tried to think whether this had ever happened. A brief moment, but enough to start softening my readiness. 

I quickly put this thought aside and girded my loins for the task before me. I cupped Angéle's chin and lifted her face to mine, kissing her lightly on the mouth. "I'm going to pretend to be asleep again, and you can indicate however you wish that you want my loving in the middle of the night. Can you manage that?" 

She nodded, keeping her eyes on mine. I pressed her face back down against my chest and pulled the covers up again, feigning sleep. True sleep, however, was as far from my mind as it had ever been. 

A minute or two later she shifted her head and started licking one of my nipples. I placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her against me and she started sucking, hard. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She smelled wonderful, which only enhanced my arousal even more. 

A small hand slipped down between us. The downwards movement was at first hesitant, uncertain. However, when it reached its target it latched on firmly. I turned my mind to a particularly horrendous murder case I had defended. It took such extreme thoughts to prevent me from to wasting myself in her hand. 

I told her how close I was, and that she could do what she liked. If she went too far there would be a delay, but that not too long afterwards there would be more for her to enjoy. As the words came out of my mouth I realised such a statement would be regarded as hubris in the world I had left only a few days ago, but it seemed entirely reasonable here, and Angéle accepted it unquestioningly. 

Did I mind if I she did this with her hand and got down close to watch? I told her this would be fine (how generous I had become!) and she moved the bedclothes back, slid down in the bed until that beautiful face was only inches from the tightly gripped hand, and slid that hand slowly up and down. After only a few seconds she looked up at me, almost beseechingly, and asked if she needed to do anything else to "help me along". 

I was about to say "no", but instead she got a groan and the proof all over her chin. Immediately she looked back down and engulfed me with her mouth, sucking so hard she almost turned me inside out. Immediately after she dribbled her prize into her other hand, put that hand down between her own slim thighs, and started rubbing it in. 

At the same time she looked up again, but not at me - she was staring intently into the air above my head, an almost pained look on her face. I was just lying there enjoying both the release and the sight of a lecherous angel, and eventually she focused her eyes back on mine and spoke. 

"I'm sorry, I got carried away. I forgot about your needs. I have always dreamed of doing that." I told her that whether by intent or accident, she had indeed fulfilled my needs, and if she was willing to wait for perhaps an hour, I might fulfil more of hers. 

"Please, do you mind if I lie here in your arms, still smelly and gooey, until then?" I told her that would be fine, and she cuddled up against my side, one arm and one leg draped over me. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but I could tell from her pattern of breathing that she was awake. Before long the leg draped over me tensed and she started a very gentle but persistent thrusting motion with her hips against my side. I reached over with my hand and brushed her hair away from her face, gazing down in admiration. 

Again that beseeching look, and a small voice asking please if she could keep doing this for now. It seemed that what she actually wanted was to do it slightly differently. I realised I was ready already and generously acceded to her request. 

Angéle climbed on top of me, slid down onto me and started a slow, gentle rhythm, rocking and swaying instead of up and down. As she used me she was... I can only describe it as growling... gently in time with her movements. Every few minutes the growling deepened for a few seconds and then returned to its rhythm. 

Even though it was still early morning I was worn out from my recent efforts. However, I was unable to sleep. I lay there doing nothing, in a state of consciousness between sleeping and waking, enjoying the ministrations of my angel. Even my vision was affected and I saw her beauty blurred, but not marred, by half-sleep. 

It felt as if it was going on forever, but eventually Yulia and Tina came in and lifted her off me, laying her on the bed next to me. Yulia injected something into her shoulder and she slowly fell into a catatonic relaxation. 

Yulia looked at me, "Couldn't you tell it was happening again?" I looked back with a puzzled expression. "Orgasming continuously for over an hour can be dangerous." 

All I could think of in my state was "Oh", as I closed my eyes. After I had rested for a while Tina came back into the room with Dominika. They thought I might need assistance to go to breakfast, but now I felt much better and was able to walk with them into the dining room. Despite my recovery they made sure one was each side of me ready to help if needed. The two could have carried me without noticing the extra burden. 

Breakfast was a quiet meal without much talk. Not hostile, just relaxed, friendly silence. 

Day 4, No 2: Pædophilia? 

"Excuse me Sir." I was resting again ... I seemed to be doing a lot of that recently ... and looked up to see a schoolgirl of about ten wearing a very short plaid tunic with a matching tie over a crisp white shirt. She had black sandals and socks on her feet and her dark hair was in two plaits tied with yellow ribbons. 

It took me a while to remember where I was. Once I did remember I couldn't work out what a young schoolgirl was doing here. 

"My name is Maria. I've been naughty and Miss Jones told me to come to you for a spanking." She turned away from me and bent over, lifting her already short skirt at the back. 

"Stop it!" I said, perhaps a little too loudly. She turned back to me and told me petulantly that I had to spank her. 

This could not be happening. Perhaps I had lost some of my moral values in willingly cooperating with my sexual imprisonment, but I was not interested in child sex and found the idea repugnant. I made to get out of bed and suddenly remembered I was naked. I wrapped a quilt around myself and ran into the corridor, calling harshly to the little girl to stay where she was. 

I ran to the dining room and saw several ladies looking at me curiously. Then I saw the Goddess eating some muesli. I approached her and told her, perhaps a little too aggressively, that I wasn't a pervert and wasn't going to cooperate with this disgusting practice. 

She looked at me as if I was a cockroach in her food and said calmly, "What have we done this time?" 

I told her child sex was not going to happen whatever they did to me, and suddenly she and everyone else around us started laughing hilariously. That didn't help and I started getting angrier. 

The Goddess then held up her hands and the laughing stopped. 

"It's too late, you've already had sex with her. In fact she was the first one here to have you." I recalled the small-breasted girl who first crawled into my bed that first night. It made no difference, however, and I told the Goddess that even if I had been tricked into child sex once I wasn't going to repeat the crime. 

She leaned over and spoke quietly to another Princess at the table, who then left in a hurry. She looked back at me and told me to wait, and a few moments later the Princess returned with the little girl. Like me she was wrapped in a quilt. 

The Goddess looked at her and asked her how old she was. 

"26." 

Twenty six? Not possible. I shook my head. 

The Goddess asked her date of birth. 

"11 April 1987." Then her qualifications. 

"Bachelor of Laws, Honours, Moscow University, 2006. Doctor of Laws, Oxford, 2010." 

The Goddess reached under the table and pulled out a laptop. She searched for a while and then showed me a picture of - Maria? - in graduation robes, looking maybe 20 years old. 

Suddenly everyone, including Maria now, started laughing again. I looked at Maria and apologised for my behaviour. The Goddess told everyone that perhaps I should have had more faith in her, that she would never countenance child sex, but on the other hand the episode showed that I had moral values myself. She looked back at me and told me that I owed Maria some intense pleasure. 

Then she smiled wickedly and added. "But perhaps not quite as much as you gave Tina!" The laughter suddenly stopped and all the ladies looked at me as if I was a piece of meat at a meat market. For the first time I got a serious feeling of how much I was valued by the group as a whole. It was rewarding but intimidating at the same time. 

I took Maria's hand and led her back to my suite. As we went I asked her if she would mind changing her appearance, at least for this first time. 

She grinned back at me and said, "Second time?" 

"Yes, sorry. Second time indeed. I don't think I'd be much good to you sexually if you looked like a young child." 

She smiled at me and nodded, grabbed my hand more firmly and dragged me off to my room. 

Once inside she closed the door and untied her plaits, combing her glossy black hair with her fingers leaving it waving down past her buttocks. The she removed her shoes and socks, and finally removed the tunic and shirt, standing there in a minuscule bikini - if that's what you would call it. Despite her petite size and small breasts, and despite the lack of any visible body hair, she was all woman with a tiny waist giving her small frame a curvaceous shape. 

The bikini merits more detailed description. The bottom was similar to french knickers, cut extremely low at the hips and dipping much more at both front and back, so much so that the clefts at front and back were almost completely exposed. And the material was so fine and thin and white that it was completely see-through. It was especially see-through at the front, where the centre was completely drenched in her juices. The top consisted of two tiny triangles of the same material. They barely stretched over the erect nipples, and gave almost no coverage to the areolae which were huge and puffy. When I looked back down again I saw that the dampness had increased to a long dribble hanging down from the centre. 

She looked at me and told me in a shaking voice that she knew what had happened to Tina, "...and the thought of just a little share in that type of experience is almost taking me over the edge before you even touch me. Just ... please be gentle. I'm not sure how I will cope." 

I held my arms out to her and she came to me, stood on her tiptoes, pressed her lithe body against me and kissed me gently. I lifted her in my arms and took her to the bed. I started to stroke her neck, but she stopped me. 

"I'll never be more ready. Just do it to me right now. Please." 

I reached down to take hold of the bikini bottom, and it simply came apart in my hand. She parted her legs and looked at me pleadingly. I moved over her and in between her slim thighs and immediately started to slide into her. 

"You broke my hymen on your first day, just push it in now. Please." 

What could I do? I thrust harder. Her hymen may have already been broken, but she was still tight. I slid about an inch into her. This was not enough for her - she wrapped her legs around my thighs, her arms around my neck and forced herself up and under me. In no time her hips were against mine, and I was deep inside this tiny jewel of a lady. 

And then she started to move those hips in ways I had never thought possible. In no time I was finished and she was humping against my waning hardness. I looked up at her face and realised she had been orgasming silently for I know not how long. 

Fortunately the thirty seconds or so that I had lasted had been enough for her. I guess if you're unlucky enough to suffer from premature ejaculation you need a woman who comes just as quickly! 

Maria pulled away from me and I slid out. A great dribble of our combined juices hung down, and she reached down and scooped it up with one tiny hand, and noisily slurped it off her fingers. She looked up at me, grinned cheekily and apologised for the brief nature of the episode. 

"If you can be ready again in an hour or two, I hope I can last a little longer for you." She pulled me down next to her, a broad smile spread across her face, and she was immediately asleep. I few seconds later I was too. I have vague dreams of more sex later on, but it is all a blur. A pleasant blur.



Irkutsk Ch. 08



Day 4, No 3: The clothes that weren't

I felt the gentlest of touches on my lips and opened my eyes to see Yulia just an inch or two away. She held her hand out and helped me out of bed. She looked quizzically at Maria, who appeared asleep but whose hands were both jammed tightly between her legs. Yulia rolled her eyes at me. I decided to say nothing.

She led me out of the room and into a huge gymnasium with an Olympic sized pool. Several ladies were swimming or using various exercise machines, and Yulia took me to a walking machine being used by a tall slim lady wearing skin tight cutoff jeans and a white crop-top singlet that was just as form-fitting.

This was Slava and I must do whatever she said. Yulia transferred the hand that she was holding to Slava and walked off without a backwards glance. I looked at Slava and decided this was another lady who could have enslaved me without any force. Her denim cut-offs were so short that about six inches of pocket hung down the front of each thigh, and the hemline of the material rose from bunching between her legs in the middle (not that I was looking) to high on her hips on the outside.

Slava wanted me to spot her weightlifting, and moved over to a weight bench. She lay down on it and I stood at the head end. I was worried that she might lift weights that were too heavy for me to control, but either she was in a "low weight, many reps" part of her routine, or she was being kind to me. What I did notice was that all the ladies around were looking at me, some openly, but mostly surreptitiously.

Slava worked at the weights for twenty minutes and then moved to a walking machine. She told me she had been a walking champion and needed me to check her action to ensure she wasn't lifting.

Asking me to judge such a difficult technical point seemed a bit silly as I had sometimes watched walking events at Olympics and athletics championships and had never been able to work out what was legal and what wasn't. (To be honest I had thought the judges were similarly confused.) But I was a slave and I decided just to do my best. In any case watching her legs wasn't a great suffering - I had had lots of practice looking at the legs of beautiful women throughout my life, usually a little sadly as they hadn't generally been en route to my bed.

As I watched I noticed that her clothes were even more form fitting that I had first thought, and then it struck me - they were coloured skin. Slava was naked!

The folds of denim bunching between her legs were actually her labia! That created an entirely different picture, watching a beautiful woman who looked at first to be dressed but was actually completely naked and on show, with unexpected but familiar colouring.

It is always fascinating watching a lovely naked woman do anything - or nothing - but this was a new concept to me. I was hypnotised. After about half an hour of walking she asked me to go for a walk with her around the complex. I walked with her out of the gym and she showed me some of the unusual features of the underground construction. It was very distracting wandering around with a gorgeous woman who was both naked and dressed at the same time. Watching her body move was simply entrancing.

Eventually I asked her, "Your clothes; the paint. Why? Does it smudge? How does it feel?"

She responded "I'm an exhibitionist and it means I can get around naked in public without people calling the authorities - usually. Even when people notice most don't seem to worry. And if I get bored with it, or cold, I just put on clothes and I'm just like everyone else. No it doesn't smudge because it's not paint. It is tattooed on. I feel completely naked when I forget about the tattooing, but when I am showing off it feels so sexy, I have sometimes had a quiet orgasm in a crowd where no-one knows I am undressed. All the ladies know about it and were waiting to see when you'd notice." 

"Didn't it hurt?" I asked.

She told me that it had hurt more than she could have imagined around her erogenous zones, but she had been able to sublimate the pain into sexual feelings and dreamed masochistic dreams. She had actually orgasmed at some stages during the process.

She said the pain had been well worth it anyway. I told her that it looked extremely sexy for a dozen different reasons, starting with the fact that skin-tight clothes are always sexy on a beautiful woman and these were as skin-tight as you could ever get. And that the thought of making love with a woman who was wearing jeans at the time was simply mind-blowing.

She approached very close, put her arm around my neck and gently blew in my ear, whispering "Well, you're about to learn what it feels like." With her other hand she took mine and put it on her breast. I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the feel of a beautiful woman's breast, and with the added thrill that she was rubbing my hand over her nipple.

After a few seconds of this I opened my eyes and watched my hand slightly squeezing on the breast. She had small high breasts without any sag at all, which helped maintain the image that she was clothed. The sight of my hand on her "crop-top", while feeling naked skin under the hand is hard to describe, but it was certainly a special pleasure.

Then she took my hand and put it down between her legs. This was even more surreal. She was literally dripping wet. When I looked closely there were now dribbles of moisture beading and ready to fall, and she was slick over the entire area, but the colouring was such that the denim look still kept its matt appearance. She took my hand away and placed it around her waist and then lifted a second arm around my neck.

"There's just one thing missing - I need you inside me. However, I'm not that much of an exhibitionist, I want this in private." She led me across the large empty room and through a doorway into a small room with a low single bed in the middle and a plain cupboard against a wall.

"Don't do anything. Just stand there." She placed her hands on the sides of my head and started kissing me. I put my arms around her and pulled her close, but she broke away and said louder: "Don't do anything. Just stand there." She returned to what she had been doing. It felt odd just standing there fully dressed with my arms by my sides, with a beautiful naked woman (and without actually looking at her tattoos I now thought of her as naked) and not responding at all. Well, not responding consciously; I am sure my heart rate was up and one part of me was very definitely responding.

Then she started undressing me, scattering my clothes around the room. When she came to undo my pants she knew I was erect, and placed her hand on it through the pants and looked up at me, saying, "Is this mine?"

I told her it was and continued standing there with my arms still at my sides. She struggled with my belt and I moved to help, but again she broke away and said: "Don't do anything. Just stand there." Yes, I'm a slow learner, but I was gradually picking this up.

Back to standing there, arms at my sides. She finally managed the belt, and then the buttons and zip, and pulled everything down exposing me. She grabbed the most convenient handle and backed up, pulling me after her, with my pants around my ankles hindering my steps.

Then she sat on the bed, and ran her hands up and down my pulsing length, leaning forward and examining it closely for a while. I watched her tongue, just the tip visible in her half-opened mouth, unconsciously mirroring the motion of her hands. She asked me if they were all like this. I told her that they all vary in many ways, but this was the only one I've ever seen up close.

She thought for a while about that, nodding slowly. "Well, I like this one" she replied, and pulled the skin back firmly until the glans was tight and shining. "Does this hurt?" she asked.

"No, not unless you pull it much harder, and even then there are some times when I won't mind." I responded.

She bent right down and took my shoes off, lifting one foot at a time. I had to put a hand on her shoulder to keep my balance, but clearly that was permitted. Then she lifted my feet again to unhook them from my pants, and I was standing naked before her feeling a little as if I were exposed and she were not, despite her nakedness. She stood up, swapped places and pushed me to a sitting position on the bed, then laid me back, swinging my legs up onto the bed.

Then she started a detailed exploration of the front of my body starting with my feet. Each part she checked and then gave a peck of a kiss. As she slowly moved up my body she omitted just one part. After checking each my nipples she gave them a quick nip instead of a kiss. And then after checking my scalp she returned just a few inches lower and returned to kissing me. I had learned my lesson and allowed her to do what she wanted without responding.

Eventually, after about ten minutes she looked downwards, then back at me. "Do you mind this?" she asked.

A little cheekily I responded "Does it matter?"

She told me it didn't matter, I was going to be used regardless. However, I was her slave and I must answer her question. So I told her I didn't mind it and was enjoying her attentions.

Without further delay she simply lifted one long lithe leg over me and impaled herself on me, right up to the hilt. It was so quick that I have no idea whether her hymen had been intact or not, but it felt wonderful. I kept myself under rigid control and managed to restrain myself from thrusting upwards.

She sat there, both hands on my chest and with her legs dangling either side of the bed, gently moving her hips around, as if to feel what I felt like inside her. It certainly felt wonderful from inside! However, for the present I was even more aware of the sight of a clothed woman astride me, her denim shorts apparently penetrated by me.

As she swayed around I watched her pure white breasts and nipples react to her movement, swaying very gently from side to side. Then she leaned forwards and touched them against my chest. I watched them move down onto me with fascination. There was nothing else in the world as I saw her crop top moving up and down my chest and felt two naked breasts lightly brushing against me.

Then for a while I lost sight of her breasts as she leaned down and kissed me very hard, gently swaying her body against me from her toes caressing my ankles, all along her body to her hands on the sides of my head. It felt as if I was being massaged by a squadron of angels, but it was just one very sexy lady.

Then she suddenly got up off me, took my hand and guided me off the bed, and then bent over the bed facing away from me and said "Now!" I could see the firm round globes of her buttocks covered in blue denim and the sewing on the seams, including the slightly irregular seam down the middle.

I was enjoying the sight, until I was brought back to my duties by her. I said now!"

I didn't need telling a third time. I stepped up behind her and slid smoothly and easily all the way into her. I reached around her with my left hand to play with her vulva, while with my right hand I started teasing her nipple. She tilted her head back so she was facing almost towards me - it still amazed me how flexible these ladies were - and hissed at me "Don't be gentle, attack me!"

I worked her harder and again she turned, sideways this time, looked straight in my face and said the other ladies had told her that if she wanted I would cause her intense pain, and so I decided to give her something to think about. I squeezed both her nipple and her clitoris as hard as I could between finger and thumb, while thrusting hard into her from behind, bracing my hand against her so she could not slide away.

I looked up and realised she had arranged this so that I had a large mirror facing me, and for a few seconds I could see both her white crop top and her blue jeans twisting and distorting in my hand.

This was interrupted, however, by a low moan heralding her collapse, apparently lifeless, onto the bed with her legs spread obscenely apart. I was caught by surprise and fell on top of her, causing me to thrust even deeper into her and pressing my hands harder against their respective erogenous zones. I thought she was hurt, so I lifted myself off her and leaned over her head to see if she was breathing.

I could see her closed eyes flickering rapidly, while saliva was running out of her half-open mouth onto the bedclothes. I think she might have stopped breathing for a moment, but then she started panting as if she was out of breath. Every sudden expiration caused a little spray of saliva to appear, and with every inspiration the tip of her tongue would poke out. Slowly she turned onto her side, facing me, and both of her hands gradually moved between her legs.

Then she started humping against her hands, and drools of fluid started dripping off her wrists onto the bed. The moaning started again, rhythmically with her breathing, and then developed into unclear syllables. After a while I realised she was saying my name: "Mich - ael; Mich - ael; Mich - ael" over and over again. After a few minutes more she fell over onto her back, and her legs parted until she was lying on her back on the bed and her legs here hanging one off each side of the bed. And still her hips were humping hard up against her hands.

She was now calling out my name loud and clear, still in time with her movements. By now I had become merely an audience for her sexy performance. I didn't mind though. Even though I knew she was naked it was still hard to put aside the thought that she was wearing cut-off jeans and a crop top.

After what seemed like ages she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me. "Now!" she said again. There didn't seem to be much doubt about what she meant, and I grabbed her hands with one of mine and lifted them firmly over her head. I thrust three fingers of my other hand deep and hard into her unhesitatingly, then pulled them out and tasted them. I repeated the action but then smeared the rich thick juice over her face.

Then I gave her what she really wanted, hard and fast. I didn't think she would mind after her mindless orgasms if I had one of my own. It didn't matter anyway as she resumed her thrusting movements, suggesting she was still - or just possibly again - off in her sexual dream.

But then when I was very close myself, she suddenly rolled me over onto my back, sat her drenched denim pussy onto my face, and swallowed me whole, sucking hard at the same time. It was now my turn to give out a low moan as she stole what felt like a week's supply of my seed and continued sucking as if to try for next week's supply. Unbelievably she succeeded, although with a much reduced quantity, as I came a second time in less than a minute. Without warning she switched ends, and impaled herself back onto me without ceremony while her face, flushed and dripping, appeared in front of me.

An enormous grin slowly spread over on her face and she proclaimed "Gotcha again! How often does that happen?" I suddenly felt, well, drained, but I managed to answer that I had never come twice in such quick succession before.

The grin widened even more, and she said brightly: "well, a third time would be unheard of then eh?" The face disappeared, and the other end returned. Despite my lassitude, I decided she deserved some reward for her work, and went straight for the clitoris again, but this time with my teeth behind my lips. I was able to get a good pressure onto her, and I think I managed another orgasm out of her quite quickly, but it didn't change her focus on getting number three out of me.

I felt one finger, then a second, slide into me and attack my prostate, while she sucked on me like a demon. I lost all awareness of her sitting on me, and my entire consciousness went to my throbbing centre deep in her throat. I felt as if someone could have chopped my head off and I wouldn't have noticed.

I could feel my third orgasm boiling slowly, inexorably, out of me, and in a minute (or perhaps a year - I had lost all sense of time) it disappeared deep into the throat of this wonderful, sexy lady. The last I knew before consciousness finally left me was a triumphant-sounding laugh from her.

........

Slowly I became aware of warmth upon me. I didn't even know what "me" was yet - all I was aware of was the warmth. It was comforting, just comforting. As I focused on this warmth, I started to notice it had a cadence, a cadence I found comforting and familiar. As my awareness developed, I could detect that this moving warmth had a location, a place which seemed like a nucleus. Once I understood the concept of location, I realised that the nucleus of this warmth was surrounded by places of slightly lesser, but still pleasant, temperature. I was able to home in on some secondary centres of warmth. I tried to count them, but could not think of the number after "one".

That seemed to make things difficult, but I couldn't work out why. I picked one of these secondary centres and thought about it. There was movement - no, rubbing, - as well as the warmth, and that too was enjoyable.

Then something else. Something completely different. It was not warmth, or movement, it triggered something entirely different. It was not touching me, so how did I know about it? There seemed to be a sequence here, but for someone who could right now only count to one, the sequence was impossible to distinguish. My capacity to understand was almost zero, so what about my capacity to feel? Not feel as a tactile sense, just "feel" as in experiencing if not understanding.

Suddenly this new sense made sense. It was sound! I was hearing! "Mich - ael". What did that mean? It sounded - somehow belonging. As if it were for me.

And again "Mich - ael". It was for me. That was me. "Michael. Do you like this?" 

Yes, I did like it, but how to convey that information? Then something else, entirely different yet again. Something in front of me. A strange glow. It triggered a physical reaction in me, which increased the glow a hundredfold and made me shut my eyes. 

Eyes! I was seeing. And Michael was me, and someone was speaking to me. And then I thought back to the first, most basic sensation.

Touch. Something warm and nice moving against me. I opened my eyes again and blinked.

That was Slava. Astride me again and gently moving her hips against me. But she was dressed...oh, yes, I remembered - those tattoos.

I tried to work out how long this had been happening, and the only answer I could come to was that she had been doing that since the beginning of time, or maybe longer.

"Michael. Are you with me?"

I looked up and smiled. "How long have you been doing that?"

Slava looked at me with an unusual mixture of bliss and puzzlement on her face. I suddenly had the weird thought that I might have had that same expression on my face only a few moments ago.

She stopped her movement on me, tilted her head sideways, thought for a second and replied, "I don't know. It's as if I was born here. I feel as if I've been here since the dawn of time.

Long enough to..." And she suddenly pressed hard against me with an intense look on her face. "...get there again ... oh, and again." She was more lucid now. "I just woke up a few seconds ago, and I was already doing this. You came back to me only a few seconds later.

How did you do that to me? I never knew sex could be like that. You're a magician." 

I knew I was not going to orgasm again for a long while after what she had done to me - whenever that was.

I lifted her off me and laid her next to me. I kissed her brow and told her that whatever miracles I had performed on her, she had also performed on me. I was tired and sated. Happy and relaxed. She lay next to me with a beatific smile on her face, her eyes closed and one hand on my hip. I hugged her close, and returned to sleep. I was back to zero senses, but I still felt. Felt...happy.




Irkutsk Ch. 08



Day 4, No 4: Dispensing torture

Slava awoke me gently, lovingly, intimately, nakedly, but somehow not erotically, with a kiss on the brow. "I have some unusual instructions for you. Petrova is your next - assignment, and she has already been under preparation for most of today. She has been tied up and - well - tortured under Yulia's supervision for that time. This was on her very clear request.

Come with me and you can see for yourself as I explain more details." I followed Slava's sculpted and decorated buttocks down the hallway with my thoughts focused on Slava instead of Petrova. Until, that is, I followed Slava into what I could only describe as the torture chamber and saw my new leading lady.

Petrova was tied spread-eagled onto the very same device upon which I had been tortured on my first day. She had wires connected to adhesive pads dotted around her body, and the wires were all connected to a machine beside her. Yulia was sitting at the machine clearly directing the activities of the crowd of other ladies "attending" to Petrova.

The "attendance" of these ladies appeared to be to stimulate her in a wide range of places. One sat between her legs focusing upon her genitals, while two others stroked her thighs. Another was licking her abdomen, two were sucking her nipples, another two were massaging her feet while yet another was kissing her mouth, passionately.

The only voluntary movement that Petrova seemed to be making was to turn and drink now and then from a tube connected to a large water bottle. I watched, fascinated - and yes, very aroused. I forgot all about Slava, and am embarrassed to admit that I didn't even notice her departure until much later.

I started a count of ladies surrounding Petrova and noticed others, including three seated below her chair, one doing I knew not what with her buttocks, one apparently massaging her back and a third licking one ear, and then moving across to attend to the other ear.

I counted to seventeen before I was interrupted by Yulia suddenly calling out, "now!" Everyone except those at Petrova's feet moved away.

Yulia looked at me and smiled. "This must look unusual", she said.

I nodded – that seemed the understatement of the year!

She went on "This is all at her detailed and specific request. We are stimulating her in many areas, and you can see, but when she approaches orgasm, which I can sense from her readings here, the stimulation ceases except for the acupressure on her feet, which then reduces her arousal level... well, just a little. As soon as her arousal drops below critical, we gradually resume the stimulation. In this way we can keep her on the brink for as long as her stamina allows. And she is a 10 km runner so her stamina is unparalleled."

I asked the two questions that seemed obvious to me. "How long have you been doing this? And how long do you intend to continue?"

Yulia looked quickly at her screen and smiled back up at me at me. "Eleven hours, fifty eight minutes. Nearly all of the Brigade's forty four ladies have been taking turns doing what you see. And you are about to enter stage left and complete the process. In just..." - another brief look at the screen - "...one minute and thirty seven seconds.

"With fifteen seconds to go these ladies..." - she pointed to three between us and Petrova - "...will step aside. You will step forward, lean over Petrova, look lovingly into her eyes, and kiss her as if you had been waiting lovingly all your life for her. Lovingly, that is, with no sexual overtones. We will look after her sexual needs for the moment. Then you will lead her into that room..." - she pointed to a door nearby - "...and take her to bed and sleep with her. When she awakes, you will do anything she wants."

Yulia motioned me to stand in readiness for this, and I stood behind the three ladies who were about to move. I looked down and saw only Petrova. The others seemed to vanish into irrelevance as I gazed upon this lady who was nearing the end of what I could only think of as my sexual destiny. I barely heard Yulia say "eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, NOW!"

I stepped forward and leaned over Petrova, just aware that the adhesive pads were being pulled away from her skin. I leaned over her to kiss her. The first thing I noticed was the heat radiating from her body, while next I noticed her rock hard erect nipples thrusting into my own bare chest. Then I kissed her and fell in love. Despite the most intense lead-up imaginable to a kiss, she responded gently, with a quiet but intense sigh that seemed to have been torn from her very soul. She was still tied down; even her head was strapped to the headrest so she had control only over her lips to respond to my kiss, but those lips conveyed measureless depths of passion.

I felt, rather than heard, Yulia counting down to zero, at which point I became vaguely aware of some change in the activity around me. I noticed Petrova's hands slip lifelessly downwards. Someone must have untied them. I realised Petrova had stopped breathing for a while, but she was still kissing me, gently, still passionately. Suddenly she took an enormous breath and started a high keening sound, still while kissing me.

I saw Petrova's eyes were white because they had rolled way upwards beyond her eyelids. Her lips lost their tension and her mouth hung open, her tongue hanging loosely to one side. He keening faded to silence.

Yulia spoke gently in my ear. "She is now untied and disconnected from the leads. Lift her in your arms, take her into that room" - she nodded towards a door on one side - "and lay her gently down on the bed. Then use your initiative to do what you think she would want. When she comes around she can tell you herself what she wants. We will be very close in case anything goes wrong. We have never done this before, and I have never heard of it being done before. We're in unknown territory. Just love her."

I lifted up this wonderful lady in my arms and took her into the room. Someone closed the door behind me. The room was quite cool, and there was a huge bed covered in white satin sheets. I placed Petrova on the bed as gently as I could, noting that the movement started slight wavelets around her. It was a waterbed. I leaned over and kissed her forehead. There was no response except a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

I moved around the bed and got in beside her, again kissing her forehead. It seemed inappropriate to act sexually towards her despite the sexual lead-up, despite the fact that I was so hard and throbbing that it was genuinely painful.

I propped myself up on one elbow beside her (it was difficult on a waterbed) and gently stroked her face, her ears and her jawline. Her face gradually settled into a look of complete repose: relaxed, serene and completely happy. I kissed her forehead a third time, a long, feather-light kiss, and watched her for a long while, restful and happy. I then lay on my side and closed my eyes.

I awoke suddenly and painfully. Someone had slapped my face, hard. I looked up and saw Petrova kneeling over me. As I caught her eye she reached down and grabbed my throat, tightening her grip to the point of pain.

She leaned forward and moved close to me, a fierce glare on her face. "You're just a cheap vibrator! Do your stuff." Then she threw one leg over me and used me just as I had been warned. She gripped my hipbones with her hands, and used me - or at least just the one part of my anatomy, in the most forceful and selfish way imaginable. It was only then that I realised I was still erect and entirely ready to be used in such a way.

She moved very slowly against me, but with such force I gasped with the pain. Her fingers seemed to be crushing my bones, while her body forced against my groin was adding to the damage. I was amazed to realise that my erection remained just as hard despite my pain.

I focused my mind back to control and looked up at this sex machine using me. Her face was drawn into a caricature of pain. Her teeth were bared and her eyes tightly shut. Sweat was pouring down her face and dripping onto me despite the coolness of the room and the coolness of the waterbed.

I noticed that sometimes she was pushing so hard against me that I was bottoming out in the waterbed, and then I realised that she was also aware of that, and taking advantage of the impact to force herself even harder down onto me for a moment now and then.

The pain and my lust seemed to balance each other out - I felt at times that I might have lost consciousness from the pain if the pleasure hadn't kept me involved, and the pleasure might have overwhelmed me if the pain hadn't intervened.

On and on the assault continued, and eventually I felt as if I was leaving my body. Wherever I was, I was in ecstasy. I was able to divorce my thought processes from the overwhelming sensations of the two very different types that were taking over my body. I was calmly aware that I was going to be very badly bruised later, but just as aware that I was involved in something very special.

Even after days of constant sex with these wonderful ladies I was storing up memories to fuel my fantasies at some stage in the future when I was sure this dream had to come to an end. Petrova, and specifically this episode, would feature: of that I was certain.

From my slightly remote viewpoint, I watched Petrova use me viciously even as I enjoyed both the pain and the sexual experience. Now she was grunting rhythmically as she forced her hips against mine. I watched as rivulets of sweat ran from the proud peaks of her nipples, while others flowed down her tensed muscular abdomen and continued down either side of my own tense (and now somewhat trimmer than before) abdomen. I was sure that by now she had no idea who or even what she was thrusting against, so completely had she given in to her base desires.

Eventually I did finally lose consciousness completely or perhaps I just entered some form of timeless nirvana. I was lost between dream and reality, but either way I ceased to become a man having sex and became the sexual act itself. By now I was enjoying the pain of Petrova's grip on me and my entire awareness was limited to that and to my core deep inside her. At some point my vision failed - my eyes were stinging and I later concluded that I must have closed my eyes against the sweat running down from and onto me. Petrova could have asked me to die and I would willingly have agreed if only to last another few seconds.

Eventually the pain became insufficient to hold back my drive. The pain itself had become pleasure anyway. My whole being exploded in an eternity of flashing sparks of bliss and then, suddenly, the pain returned. In earnest. I found myself on hands and knees on the ground straining desperately to catch my breath, while at the same time I was crying out with the pain of each breath.

After some time I settled just a little and started to take notice of my surroundings. I was beside the bed and Petrova was on her own hands and knees on the bed, panting as much as I. She was facing away from me and I noted that her vulva and anus were dramatically pulsing in a slow, heavy series of contractions. For a few seconds they would gape obscenely open, and then they would clench tightly shut for a longer period. Open, shut, open, shut.

I stared, entranced, for what must have been minutes before realising she was continuing the orgasmic pleasure even though I was finished in every sense of the word. In fact I could see the evidence that I was finished dribbling from her with each pulse and pooling on the white silk below. I was now very much in pain and a little fearful about placing myself within her reach, but I needed to be close to the lady with whom I had shared this experience.

I stood and leaned towards her and pulled her onto her side. I then cuddled up behind her and spooned her, nestling my head into the crook of her neck. I was just on the point of sleep when I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Yulia looking at me. She had a syringe in her hand and told me with a faint smile that if this type of thing continued she was going to have to order more supplies of muscle relaxant. She gave Petrova the medication and Petrova gradually settled down into a relaxed sleep, finally breathing slowly and gently.

I must have slept too because Petrova woke me, asking what had happened.

"I know I had the twelve hours of sexual torture, but what happened then?" I told her she had raped me and showed her the bruises developing around my hipbones.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry..." she started, but I interrupted her.

Don't be sorry, it was a once in a lifetime experience that I would not have been able to experience if you had allowed me any control. (Thinking back I have decided this was not true - these once in a lifetime experiences seemed to be becoming the norm in my new life. However, they would be once in a lifetime - or rarer - experiences for anyone else.)

Petrova held me close, but infinitely gently, and whispered in my ear, "Thank you. Thank you. If I never had sex again that would be the memory I would want to take to my grave." I replied that she might not get to have sex as often as she might desire, but that I would look forward to my next time with her.

"I too will look forward to the next time, but I think it will take me a month to recover from what just happened" she replied.

Then Yulia approached again with a syringe, this time for me, and my world turned to black. 



Irkutsk Ch. 09



Thank you all for your voting and your comments, favourable or otherwise. I appreciate the negative feedback just as much as the positive; it all helps me understand what you want to read. However, I don't have much input into the story... the characters seem to do as they please, and each episode just appears in my brain in an almost complete form. I can only imagine what a psychiatrist might make of that! My input is limited to transcribing these messages from my subconscious and translating them into a language I am familiar with - British English. 

I have received a message asking where the title Irkutsk came from. The details are contained within the first episode, but in short, I wanted to my story to be based in an area outside my own experience and outside the experience of most of my readers. I decided on Siberia and Irkutsk seemed sufficiently exotic. I had no idea (really!) where the story would take its characters, me the writer and you, the readers, so I didn't have much upon which to base a title. Irkutsk seemed to be a name that would catch the ear, and so Irkutsk it was, and is. 

I repeat, for the benefit of anyone who comes from Irkutsk, or anyone who knows it and can tell me that my descriptions of it are way out of line, that I mean no disrespect to Irkutsk or Irkutskians (or is that Irkutskovites?) I apologise for any offence given. Frankly my research into the area during my writing of this story suggests it would be a lovely place to visit... with or without the Lady Brigade! 

Plenty more to come...  

My first weekend, but no Saturday off! 

Saturday midday meals and Sunday breakfasts were, as I would learn, much more formal meals in this community than other meals. Whereas most meals were a passing parade of people grabbing food as and when they could, on weekends all available members of the community sat down to a formal meal. The only ones who did not were a few who were serving (and all took turns at this, even the Goddess) and one or two others in essential duties around the area. 

I slept very late indeed. Although I was in pain from my "war wounds" to the point where even walking was difficult, I was relaxed and at peace. On this, my first Saturday lunch, I would see more of the community than I had ever seen before at one time. 

Once seated at the table I counted nearly forty lovely ladies sitting, and two more serving. There were five tables each capable of seating eight. Although I was at the main table, my position was clearly of lower status than the others. I was about to learn another lesson, that these two meals every week had some formal status for reasons other than eating. 

After we had all finished our meal everyone relaxed, but there was an expectant air around the table. Tina stood up. She, and possibly Dominika and one other lady I had seen, were the most physically powerful looking of the ladies. She approached my table, or to be more to the point, her Goddess's table. She knelt next to the Goddess, her head bowed low. 

I waited for the Goddess to respond. "What on earth are you doing that for? You know you can speak openly to me about anything." 

Princess Tina spoke hesitantly. "I want to make an unusual request my lady". She was told she could speak openly about anything now, provided she said what she felt. Tina then spoke more freely, gradually gaining confidence as other Princesses nodded. 

"I know you said anyone who wanted should have the opportunity to spend their time alone with Michael before you took your turn, my lady." There were nods of approval around the room. "But we all believe that you should know what we are experiencing as soon as possible. We all want you to spend time with him today, and we want to be part of the experience with you. We all love you, my lady, and we all owe our happiness and our security to you. We want you to experience without further delay what many of us have already enjoyed and what others hope to enjoy. We need you to understand first-hand what is happening, both because we want you to share in our pleasure, and because we want our leader to know what is happening within the group. Those of us who have not yet had the experience have indicated they are willing, even happy, to wait just a little longer if necessary. Please, my lady, and I speak on behalf of every one of us, even those who are not here at the moment; please my lady, will you allow us to have you share in this today?" 

The Goddess did not speak, but one by one she looked directly at each of the Princesses present. Each one of them indicated their consent by nodding or by speaking a few words. 

Then she looked at me. "And what do you say, Michael?" She was asking me? "I'm happy to do whatever I can that will contribute to your society." 

"Even though we have kidnapped you and placed you in sexual servitude?" 

"Goddess, I know a little of the background of your Brigade. I have learned here how it feels to be needed, or at least wanted, for some reason other than my legal work. In my brief life of what you call sexual servitude, not only have I had some of the greatest experiences of my life, both sexual and emotional, but I have also felt for the first time in my life that I have a real purpose. All of this, the changes to my own life and the creation of a community for all of these Princesses, I understand to have been your doing. 

"You have done a great thing. Certainly you have achieved the respect of every one of your Princesses. On that basis I am happy to play my part in cooperating any way I can with this community, which means I will do my best to fulfill whatever role I am asked to play. Even from the most selfish point of view, you are extremely attractive and I would enjoy intimacy with someone so sexy. My only concern is that I will be unable to play my part properly - I am old and unfit, and no matter how much I try I could never approach the strength and fitness that you consider normal. I don't want my frailty to impede your enjoyment." 

I then got a little insight into the Goddess's love for others. She looked at me with a warmth that made me feel worthwhile and told me that my best would be plenty for her. She could have said that I was the only man available, but not only did she not say that, she made me feel as if it would have been me she would have chosen out of every man in the world. It was a wonderful feeling of belonging. No wonder the Princesses wanted her to be happy. 

After my meal, two Princesses came to me and led me away from the table and through an impressive doorway I had seen before, but never seen used. It led to a luxurious suite, and I was taken to a side room. Yulia and five other Princesses were awaiting me there. 

Yulia looked at Petrova's fingermarks bruised into my thighs. There was a clear pattern of bruises on each side, four on the outside of each thigh and one on the front of each, where her thumbs had gripped me. The marks at the front were still very slightly indented. Our species' much vaunted opposable thumb had been put to good use! 

Yulia put some sort of cream on each bruise and gave me a tablet - an analgesic I presumed. She told me that the bruises would look spectacular but would not impede my activities as long as I (and anyone else concerned) was careful not to press too hard directly upon them. Yulia then left. 

One princess spoke to me while the other four undressed me. I was told to go along with whatever was happening, even if I was worried. I was to place my trust in them to get the best out of me and to keep me safe. Also to keep their Goddess safe. By now I was naked and my face was being shaved. I was told there may be some pain, but it would be worth it. I had had some experience of this already and had some understanding of what they meant. I was now being cleaned all over and then oiled. There was also some gentle massage - and all of this at about 2pm! 

Eventually I was lifted up in a lying position, carried into a huge room and placed on an unusual low frame with padded supports for my head, shoulders, waist and hips. I was quite comfortable, but my hands, feet and knees were supported by Princesses, not by any part of the table. My hips were higher than the rest of me and my head was tilted back almost to the point of discomfort. Almost, but not quite. It seemed similar in some principles to a gynæcologist's chair and I was similarly vulnerable, although in a very different position. I was relaxed - too relaxed for my task. Then I felt a needle being injected and I knew the relaxation would soon change into erect readiness. I was gently massaged for about ten minutes, after which time I was indeed ready in every possible way. 

Then I saw in the corner of my eye several princesses carrying the naked Goddess into the room. She was also oiled. Despite the overwhelming lustfulness of the sight, despite her nakedness and despite what would usually have been seen as an undignified position, she still exuded class. She had an aura of calm control even though the other ladies were in complete charge of what was happening. 

She was immediately lifted directly above me in a sitting position. I was again told to relax, an order which I did my best to obey without complete success. The Goddess's bearers, as I considered them, aligned us carefully and then gently lowered her onto me, and then up a little, then down again. And again. And again. The cycle continued. 

At the same time I felt hands massaging my nipples, my face, my buttocks. I felt a breast being pushed into each hand and slid around slowly in the oil that had been placed there. I felt lips gently sucking my testicles and then a beautiful face appeared before mine and started gently kissing my lips. This was an orgy and I was the only man! 

I could see occasional glimpses of the Goddess getting similar treatment. This is hard to describe, but although this type of activity would generally have me rigid with sexual tension, the gentle massaging of so many various types seemed to be keeping me relaxed. Except, of course, the one essential rigidity. Despite this my excitement was rising and I thought I wouldn't last long. However, my friends were ready for this. I felt tension on my testicles, and painful little stabbing feelings in my feet. Apparently there was some variation of acupuncture going on. 

My excitement level continued to increase, and yet my physical relaxation was again complete, except of course for the one part of my anatomy that was throbbing with lust. The Goddess continued inexorably rising and falling, but now there also was a gentle rotation, right and left, right and left, to add to the up and down. Every now and then a hand would creep in between us as the Goddess lifted, and it would slide up and down my straining flesh in the gap between us. 

Except for the Goddess and the face kissing mine, I had no idea who was doing what. I decided then that I was theirs for as long as they would keep me. I remember a vague thought that these Princesses must have immense endurance to keep lifting their Goddess up and down on me for so long, but then that thought faded and my universe closed down to nothing but a penis trying to ejaculate, but unable. Instead the orgasm just kept on building. Eventually, after somewhere between five seconds and a month, between ecstasy and nirvana, everything went black. 

A lifetime later I was asleep, recalling a dream of being the victim of an impossibly beautiful succubus. I opened my eyes to see a Princess, sucking what felt like a gallon of semen from me. In the half-light I looked down and watched her cheeks caving in as she focused on her task. She looked up and smiled innocently at me, then continued for a little longer. 

When she was quite sure there was none left for her, and after she had carefully swallowed every drop, she slid up beside me and lay quietly next to me. Just as I had no more sexual energy left at all, she was willing to be platonic and restful. 

She whispered in my ear: "Our Goddess is very happy. She blacked out a little after you, and came back to us only an hour ago." An hour ago? How long had I been out? Twelve hours apparently. My reserves must have been completely exhausted. However, I now felt particularly refreshed, which I have to admit is not normal for me after an orgasm. 

What had happened? Some form of Tantric sex? Whatever it was, I was ready for anything (except, for just a little while, more sex) and very pleased when another Princess walked in to tell me that "dinner" was served. 

I realised I was famished. Despite my long period of unconsciousness or sleep (I wasn't sure which), I was still low on energy and I spent a restful short period relaxing in a large common room with the Princesses. I watched an old comedy movie with some of the ladies. We all laughed ourselves silly. 

Others checked out the news on the internet. Some left saying they needed a "fix" of exercise. It was my first time of real relaxation, and it was wonderful to sit there sharing the silliness of the movie with several others. I realised these ladies were my carers, my lovers, but also my mates in every sense. 

Sunday - a day off at last 

I don't have much to say about my first real day off except that it was an unexpected pleasure to do absolutely nothing. I would never have believed it if someone had told me before this life that a day without sex could be so pleasurable. I wandered around the house aimlessly. 

Now and then someone shared some food with me and I chatted with some ladies I recognised from earlier episodes and some I did not recall. I did not see or hear anything of the Goddess or Yulia. At the end of this day, for the first time here I slept a relaxed sleep rather than collapsing into bed in exhaustion. As I lay in bed before falling asleep I realised that my sleep here before tonight had been the sleep of exhaustion, and my sleep in Irkutsk had been the sleep of boredom' This would be my first completely relaxed sleep for many months. 

Rape? 

I was awoken as was now routine, by a beautiful lady. A sprinter I would have guessed from her build. Over six feet tall and very powerful looking despite being extremely slim. Her cute blonde bob looked a little out of place on her body but she certainly looked great. 

Yulia was with her at first, but after telling me that I would have a quiet afternoon she left me in the care of "the sprinter". The sprinter told me I was to rape her. I was to be violent, aggressive and physical with her. Whatever she said or did I was to hit her, force her into a submissive position, tie or chain her up and rape her, leaving her used and abused, in pain and maybe bruised. She would probably not orgasm, and that was OK, but I was to mark her with mine. 

Well, it might have been OK with her, but it raised a series of problems for me. The most obvious problem was that she was taller than me, stronger than me and surely like all of these ladies she would be very much fitter than me, with far greater endurance. That was the most obvious problem, but there were two others that occurred to me as even more significant. 

First I don't think I could rape anyone under any circumstances. I'm sure the actions of subduing a woman and positioning myself to force myself into her would cause me to lose any enthusiasm for sex: it just wouldn't seem sexy to me regardless of how beautiful the woman was, and even if she had made it clear beforehand that it was what I wanted. Perhaps I could overcome that problem with Viagra. 

That still left my final dilemma. How far could... should I go to subdue her? I was a slave and she was a Princess. If I went one step beyond what was expected, I knew the consequences that awaited me. But if I didn't go far enough, I would still be liable to punishment. And no amount of negotiation beforehand could cover every possible variation. Yet I could not refuse her. This one I was not going to enjoy. 

One final thing - throughout this exercise I was to call her "slut". I didn't like that either, but it was the least of my worries. I ordered "slut" to dress in a tiny miniskirt and a dirty, torn crop top with no underwear and strappy shoes. She was to wear a leather choker, bracelets and anklets with metal rings at various points around them (I had seen these in the collection). She was to provide me with chains and padlocks to connect the rings to bind her in a position of my choice. She left to prepare and I put on running shoes and a track suit with no underwear. I then had a cup of tea while I awaited my Princess slut. 

I was sitting relaxing and planning my strategy when she walked in. She had certainly prepared in accordance with my instructions. She had added bright red lipstick, exaggerated eye makeup, and rips in her crop top revealing almost all of one breast exposing a nipple complete with a nipple shield thrusting the nipple out at least an inch. From the bump on the other side there was a similar one there too. 

She had also taken my "tiny miniskirt" instruction to heart. It was so short that I would have been able to see her pubic hair ... if there had been any to see. What I could see instead was a piercing in one of her labia. I decided I might as well get on with it. 

I grabbed the bracelet on her left arm and twisted it behind her back. With my other hand I grabbed a nipple shield and twisted it, hard. She winced and I felt that I had achieved just one tiny part of my role. 

I pushed her into the bathroom and forced her to bend forward over the toilet. I grabbed a padlock and clicked it to attach the left bracelet to her right ankle. I then attached a chain from one anklet, around the base of the toilet and joined it to the other anklet. She stretched upwards against her bonds so I pushed her face against the wall, telling her to stay where she was put. 

She stretched up again, so I grabbed her other wrist and twisted that behind her back to push her forwards. She hissed at me that I was to be more forceful. Hmmm - I should have added a gag to the list of items. Too late now. 

I forced her arm up again and she suddenly yelled at me "I said rape, real rape!" and pushed back with her arm. I tried to step away but my foot was caught in a loop of chain. I fell back instead and the last thing I recall was hitting my head on the washbasin. Once more in this life my world suddenly turned black. This time it wasn't pleasant. 

I awoke lying on my back on softness, and tried to open my eyes. Bad idea. My head ached like hell and the light made it worse. I tried to put my hand over my eyes, but it wouldn't move. I heard the Goddess's voice telling someone to turn the lights down. 

Then she spoke softly to me. "You hit your head and you have concussion. You have also broken your arm. It has been set and it will be as good as new in a few weeks. You need more rest and you will have that soon. We will provide all you need. We are very sorry that you have been hurt. It was our fault and I, personally apologise to you. Nadezna will also apologise to you after her punishment." 

"No" I said. I half regretted speaking when I felt what it did to my headache, but I had to speak now. Clearly Nadezna was "Princess slut". I told the Goddess that she was not to blame. It had been an accident. I ought to have foreseen this type of situation beforehand and should have discussed it with the Goddess beforehand. I asked as a special favour that she not be punished. This was a learning experience for all of us, and there were bound to be a few snags. 

That was it for me - I could not bear the pain of talking any more. I was held up and assisted while I had two tablets with a small drink of water and gently laid back on the pillow. The lights went off completely. I don't remember being awake for more than a few seconds after that. 




Irkutsk Ch. 09



When next I awoke I was still sluggish, but At least my head was not aching. The room was dimly lit and I decided to keep my eyes almost closed, just open enough to have a look around me. I was in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by equipment. This must be their medical centre. 

There was a lady beside me on my right quietly sitting, waiting. She looked like slut - no, what was her name? ... ah yes, Nadezna - but she was now wearing a prim white dress. She was just as beautiful as she had been before. Was she also wearing the leather choker with the metal rings? I couldn't quite tell and I didn't want to turn my head to check. I was still feeling as if a little more quiet would do me good, so I stayed there resting, thinking about my situation. 

When I had arrived, I had been threatened with dire punishment if I did not do what I was told. There had even been a terrifying and painful demonstration of this punishment. Since then, however I had been treated well, very well indeed. The requirements of me were to provide sex, which I would have been willing to share for such lovely women anyway, although perhaps not quite so often. 

In every other respect I had been treated like a god. My recent injury had been just an accident, and no-one had intended me any harm. Clearly Nadezna had thought I would be able to cope with her physical power, and there was a need to make them aware that I was a weakling in their terms. 

Unthinkingly I lifted my left arm to scratch my head and Nadezna noticed immediately. "No, you rest and I'll scratch your head for you. Is that the spot?" 

It was, and the gentle scratching felt good. Was I injured so much I couldn't move? I asked Nadezna, Princess Nadezna. No, I was recovering well. I must not call her Princess, I could call her anything I liked. She was humbly sorry for what had happened, and very grateful that my first thought had been to intervene in her punishment. 

She had volunteered to be my slave at least until I recovered. With my right arm in a cast (I was right handed) I would need a helper for all sorts of daily activities until the cast could be removed. With a sneaky little smile she told me that being my slave wasn't much of a punishment, but she wouldn't tell anyone else that. She was to call me Prince. I wasn't having that, and I asked her which was the higher priority, her order to call me Prince or her orders to obey my requests. No, obeying my requests was paramount. So my first order was not to call me Prince. However, I was not permitted to call her Princess. I was happy to call her Nadezna, and so Michael and Nadezna it was. 

I reached across to her across my body with my left hand and held her hand for a while. Was I hungry or thirsty? "No thank you." Actually I was just a little thirsty, but I did not want to spoil the moment. I valued the quiet intimacy. I drifted off to sleep again, feeling better about the future. 

Some time later the Goddess came in with Yulia and two other ladies. The Goddess told me I was under the care of Dr Yulia. Clearly her title of Doctor now took precedence over her title of Princess. 

Dr Yulia gave me a comprehensive examination, quietly but persistently asking lots of questions about pain, nausea, hunger. She said I could get up the next morning if I promised to take it easy. Nadezna assured her that I would. 

Dr Yulia told me I should have a small meal soon, and I asked for some muesli and a cup of tea. Nadezna got up straight away and left, and I took the opportunity to speak to the Goddess. "Goddess, may I speak alone with you some time?" 

She assured me that she would arrange this. Nadezna returned with my meal, and after one try eating with my left hand, and being reminded how unco I was left handed I accepted Nadezna's help. 

Later I learned that feeding me was the least embarrassing for me, and the least unpleasant for her, of the things she had to do for me. I couldn't even clean up after using the toilet. That hadn't happened since I had been an infant. It seemed strange that wiping my bottom created greater intimacy between us than sharing the ecstasies of sex had with others. 

It was an odd world, but if it took things like this for me to feel at home in this odd world, then perhaps it was worthwhile. I can tell you that I became very dependent on Nadezna and very close to her. She certainly never left me alone for a moment. 

The next morning I awoke early. Nadezna was still next to me, and she saw me stir and immediately asked how I felt. I felt great, except that I had awoken in the state in which I always awoke - with a throbbing erection. I tried to shift the sheets to cover it, but without success. 

Nadezna immediately buried her head under the sheets and engulfed me with her mouth. I had been kidnapped, I was a marked man and a prisoner for life. I had a broken arm, not to mention various other lesser injuries, but the world seemed right today. I reached down to stroke her hair and lifted her a little. She looked at me and asked please if she could continue. 

I felt guilty at taking advantage of her situation. I should have said no. However, it is hard to say no to a lovely young lady who begs permission to fellate you when you wake up. I didn't say no. She got back to work. 

Nadezna was the noisy type, and didn't notice the sound of the Goddess and Dr Yulia coming in. When she saw what was happening the Goddess quietly stopped, a smile on her face and reached back to silence Dr Yulia. Dr Yulia stopped slightly behind, craning her neck to watch. I'm sure she didn't realise her own tongue was moving around her lips in imitation of Nadezna's movements. That sent me over the edge and Nadezna got what she seemed to want - lots of it after a break (and no, I don't mean my arm). She swallowed a few times, licked me clean and sat up, only then realising she had had an audience. She was clearly not just embarrassed, but frightened, and I quickly told the Goddess that I had asked her to do this. 

"I'm not sure I believe you, but I'll let that pass." she replied. 

Dr Yulia made another thorough examination including my bruised thighs and passed me fit to get up for two hours. The Goddess told Nadezna to let me wander around the house as I pleased and to get me some breakfast, and then to take me to her room in an hour. All three helped me out of bed and we left the medical suite together, Nadezna and I going one way and the Goddess and Dr Yulia the other. 

As we walked, Nadezna filled me in with what had happened after I had been injured. She had struggled to remove her anklets so she could go for help, and the entire community had watched as I had been taken to the medical suite. Nadezna had begged the Goddess for a harsh punishment, but had merely been sent to her room for a while. 

Later she had been told that she would wear very demure clothes but would also wear the choker as a reminder of her mistake. She was detailed to do anything I wanted, but she couldn't think of anything I could possibly inflict on her that she would dislike more than being away from me and I was now reliant upon her for practical things. She was delighted with her punishment, and very grateful for my intervention on her behalf. She could not show her gratitude as she had to do anything I wanted as part of her punishment anyway, but she wanted me to know that she would be my slave for life. 

As we walked around we were constantly meeting other Princesses who all gave me a hug and introduced themselves. They weren't so pleased with Nadezna, especially one Princess who told her she had been next in line to have a turn with me. We made it to the kitchen, and someone rustled up a bacon sandwich for me. In a world of pleasure, this was a rare pleasure. 

After a further period of showing me around the huge house, Nadezna took me to a large office, sat me in a big comfortable leather armchair, spoke briefly to the Goddess in Russian and left. The Goddess just stared at me.



Irkutsk Ch. 10



I have been asked why my protagonist had to be tattooed on the forehead. Frankly I'm not quite sure. Remember I didn't write this story...it wrote itself and I merely transcribed it. 

It is possible that no explicit purpose will arise for the tattoo. However, in the back of my mind I was aware that these ladies are insecure. (Not that that is a criticism - I would certainly feel very insecure if I had been treated as they had been, and I suspect most of you would too.) 

I felt that ladies deserved a semblance of security with their captive. At least at the start Michael was in no position to make promises to them, and I felt that the tattoo would add just a little to their shaky confidence that Michael would not flee at the first opportunity. And as you will see in a short while, such an opportunity is just around the corner. 

In addition, I wanted to make Michael's first days with the Lady Brigade as horrific as possible to contrast with what lay ahead. It was a sort of test for him. (And you will see that the testing hasn't quite finished.) 

***** 

It must have been over a minute before she spoke. "This isn't turning out as I had expected. I don't know what we're going to do with you." 

I told her I had some ideas, and she agreed to listen to them. She ordered drinks for both of us, and I started. 

"I don't want you to think I'm being too egotistical, but on the basis of the ladies with whom I have spent time I have a consistent picture that the way I am being used is inefficient. They all want sex, and I know I am their only option for heterosexual sex, but there is something else they have been missing, and that is even more important to them. It seems to be exactly the same for me. 

A week ago I would never have believed I would ever think such a thing, but in the last few days I have been getting all the sex I could possibly want, and possible just a little more than that. And with the loveliest, sexiest and most enthusiastic ladies I could ever have dreamed of. And yet I want more; well not so much more but something else too. 

I want to spend time with them and enjoy their company. More importantly for you, I think they want the same. Sex, or at least intercourse, is not the most important thing they want from me, and it is not the most important thing they need from me. They will take time out of the very limited time they have set aside for sex in order to chat with me and learn what this strange and entertaining species called a man is really like. 

"But there is yet another completely independent fact that I believe you need to know. For the first time in my life I have a mission in life: to make a contribution to a society where I have the capacity to make a difference. The sex is a part of that, but a bigger part is fulfilling a gender role. To put it another way, I am the solitary yang to the overwhelming yin here. Now that your ladies have been exposed to yang, they crave it. Even those who have not yet spent time with me seem to have increased their demand for it. And being essential to someone has been a corresponding experience for me - now I feel that I would fade away without this new meaning to my life. If, today, you allowed me to leave, I would want to stay. And no, this is not a trick to try and get you to drop your guard - you are welcome to leave your security measures in place. 

"There is yet a third issue. I am having a great time except for my recent injures which were unfortunate accidents. It has been wonderful having a stream of stunning (no pun intended) women literally lining up for my services. I am not at all sure it is working so well for the ladies. Even if I were able to keep up the rate of four a day five times a week, that would mean each lady would get three hours with a middle aged, unfit, tired man less than once a fortnight. 

"These are supremely fit, healthy ladies with a correspondingly healthy libido, ladies who have been denied sex, or at least heterosexual sex, for a long time. They have a great deal of catching up to do and one man to share between over forty of them. That is a dramatic imbalance that was bound to cause problems. I can tell you that from my observations those problems are starting to exist. I know I am going to regret saying this but the only answer I can envisage is to have other, younger, fitter men available to your ladies. However, what I really want to do is to talk to the ladies all together. No exceptions and you included. You should address them too. There are forty four resourceful, intelligent, committed people here. They have a right to have a say in what happens, and the chances are that they will have a better idea." 

That was as far as I got...frankly I was surprised to have got that far. 

"Well I have a list of responses to that, but I'll start with the fact that you are a very presumptuous slave. I'll be lenient with you because you are trying to help and because you have been injured by our carelessness. Second you won't regret your suggestions to have another man here because it is simply not going to happen. Not under any circumstances. You'll have to get used to being the only man here. However, I accept that there may be a better way to apply our resources to our needs, and I agree that it should be the subject of an open forum including all members. 

"I want to know something about you, however, because you seem very different from the other men we have had here. Tell me about your personal thoughts about sex and women. Thoughts that existed before you came here. I want to know these things about you to help me... to help us decide how best this can work." 

I wasn't sure where to start, so after a moment to think I started with my earliest recollections of my interest in women; well, back then it was girls. "I know there must have been a time before I took any special interest in your gender, but I have memories from before my teenage years of longing for these people with their mysterious and even then fascinating anatomy. Back then I had no idea what actually I would have done with one if I had had the opportunity, but the fascination was there. 

"As my knowledge about women and sex developed, my interest developed correspondingly. I couldn't say it increased because I cannot remember it ever being less than it is now, and that is all-encompassing. I find a woman's body fascinating far beyond the simple acts of penetration and my own orgasm, and a woman's mind always seems different and just as fascinating too. 

"I certainly derive enormous pleasure from an orgasm with a sexy, enthusiastic woman, but there is far more. I enjoy their pleasure seemingly as much as I enjoy my own. I know that sounds like a contradiction and it is hard to explain. Perhaps the best way I can put it is that exploring every aspect of a woman's sexuality seems to be one of my most basic drives. It works along with, but separately from, my own sex drive. 

My experience with you just now was wonderful in more ways than I can possibly say. I feel in one small way disappointed that I was unable to be present, or at least conscious, throughout the entire episode, but the combination of your pleasure and mine, enhanced by the focus of your loving Princesses, was simply more than my brain could take. I felt as if I had died of pleasure, except that I have been brought back to life to feed hungrily yet again at this feast of perfect womanhood you have laid down before me. 

"I still feel grossly inadequate to do even one of your ladies justice, let alone all forty-four of you, but I feel that every single one of you is a perfect companion for me. I feel that I am being selfish, that a complete sacrifice to your Brigade of everything I am is a woefully inadequate exchange for what you are giving me, but I love you and, ridiculous though it may sound, I love every one of you even though I don't even know the names of you all. Some I haven't even spoken to, and yet I love them. I am yours, Goddess, and I am yours, Lady Brigade. The ridiculous thing is that every time I try to give you something, you repay me far more in return. You need to know that I belong to you heart and soul." 

I had opened my heart to my Goddess, and her only response was to look at me calmly and nod slowly before giving me a gentle hug and saying: "I am starting to understand you and I am starting to understand that pure dumb luck brought to our front door the very type of man we had been crying out for. I don't know how rare you are, but I have never met such a man before. We belong together, all forty-five of us." For some reason her saying the number forty-five made a deep impression upon me, as if we were a family of forty-five now, rather than a family of forty-four and me. 

The Goddess continued: "You are going to rest again now. When you awake you can have something light to eat and Dr Yulia will examine you again. If she permits it there will be a general meeting this afternoon in the great hall." 

She pressed a button and Nadezna walked in about two seconds later. She spoke briefly to Nadezna who helped me to my feet (not that I needed it, but she was very persuasive) and walked me out. When we were out of the Goddess's suite she told me that I was not permitted to discuss with her the business that the Goddess and I had spoken about. She was to take me straight back to my room and do anything I wanted. She looked me in the eye and said that the Goddess had told her that meant anything, not just sexual requests. I pointed out that "not just sexual requests" appeared to suggest that sexual requests were included. She blushed - she was shy! - and nodded her head. 

What I wanted first was to have a drink of tea and then a lie down. She would have to stay with me in case I needed anything else. She took me to a kitchen where she made me a cup of tea and carried it for me as we walked to my room. As we talked I realised she had known without me saying anything exactly how I liked my tea. When I asked her she told me that all information collected by anyone about me, from mundane things such as how I like my tea to comprehensive details of my sexual behaviour, became part of a database that was carefully studied by all the ladies. Before an "appointment" with me the study was particularly intense. On further enquiry I learned that it included the fact that I have a birthmark on my right buttock, the fact that I snore and the fact that I suckled on one lady's nipple piercing and appeared to enjoy it. Apparently as a result four ladies had their nipples pierced before the Goddess had stepped in and pointed out that I might not want all my partners to have the same characteristics. This local network merited some consideration - it could do some good, but it could also create problems. Nadezna told me that they were not permitted to let me see this database, but yes she would tell the Goddess that I would like to discuss its possibilities with her. 

We reached my room and I realised that I was indeed tired. I sat down with Nadezna and drank my tea. I then told her I would like to see her masturbate. She blushed again, and said she would prefer not to as she found it embarrassing. It must have been a significant problem for her to show reluctance at a request from me. I was keen to learn more about these wonderful ladies and so I asked her if there was any special reason. She told me that she usually orgasmed so hard that she cried out aloud. 

I asked her, "Has it occurred to you that men, or at least I, take great delight in your pleasure, and the greater your pleasure, the greater our delight. Would it help if I did it too?" 

This question triggered great emotion. "You mustn't indulge in solitary sexual pleasure - the ladies must have all there is." 

I said I understood on one level that my orgasms were a valuable resource for the ladies, but this time it would be shared with her, so it wouldn't be wasted. Nedezna replied that if her masturbation would give me pleasure, then she would be happy with that, and if my pleasure was sufficient then perhaps I might allow her to take a more direct, tactile role in further heightening my pleasure. This conversation appeared to have resolved her embarrassment, so I asked her where she would like to be. She looked longingly at the chair I was sitting in and I picked up the message. If she would help me undress I would lie on the bed and watch her pleasuring herself sitting on the soft leather armchair. Once I was lying comfortably I told her to do whatever made her feel good. The look she gave me would have been enough reward on its own. 

Nedezna sat slumped in the buttoned leather, looking at me under her lids and licking her lips as she unbuttoned the top of her white dress. She undid the front of the first bra I had seen here, exposing her small breasts. The nipple shields and piercings had been removed, and she rolled the nipples around between her fingers and thumbs. It might have been an act, but she seemed to squeeze the nipples so hard that she cried out in pain. The nipples became noticeably bigger. She held them firmly and pulled them away from her so her breasts were elongated towards me. 

She then lifted her left breast and suckled hard on the nipple for a long time. When she took it away from her mouth the nipple was an inch long and had saliva dripping from it. 

"It's throbbing" she told me. "It hurts, but if feels so sexy. I feel as if I am being used, punished for what I did to you." I made to answer, but she silenced me. She then flicked her fingers at her right nipple over and over again, and I could see it darken, then start to enlarge even more. Throughout this act she was looking at me...or more specifically at my groin. Could this be the same lady who had blushed when I mentioned masturbation? 

After teasing her nipples to many shades darker and several sizes thicker, she reached down with both hands and slid them up the insides of her thighs. Remember this was a very tall lady with unimaginably long legs. And yes, they went all the way... Her skirt was still covering her vulva, so I couldn't yet see what she was doing, but she seemed to be concentrating very hard. After a little while she lifted her right hand and sucked on the fingers. It wasn't quite clear to me at this stage whether she was tasting herself or adding moisture. It did become clear when she repeated the process with the other hand, as her skirt lifted a little with the hand and I could see her glistening thighs and the moisture pooling in the leather beneath. 

Nadezna suddenly shifted herself so her skirt was tucked right up out of the way giving me the ultimate ringside seat (no pun intended) for her explorations. Three fingers curved up inside her thrusting in and out, in and out. She was already starting to become noisy, making deep grunting sounds. 

After a little while she swapped hands, one hand returning to her mouth while the other continued to fulfill my request. As she worked at herself she gradually slid further and further down in the chair, while the grunting became louder and less regular. I had lost count of the changes of hands when she reached down and pinched two fingers around the clitoris that was by now half an inch out of its hood. I could see a small piercing right through the clitoral head that obviously was normally completely covered, and she was rolling this around. The other hand was pulling at one of her inner labia, dragging it out to what seemed an impossible length and I could see tiny pulses of clear fluid shooting out. 

Finally the grunting was becoming higher pitched, and she was now half off the chair with only her head touching the seat. Her buttocks were now almost down to the floor. By this stage her teeth were bared in a savage grimace and her nostrils flared wide. She was glaring at me as if I was to be her next meal - perhaps I was. 

I noticed that I was now painfully erect, and my good hand was gripping it tightly although I couldn't recall moving my hand there. 

Nadezna's left hand then went up to her right nipple twisting it hard, and the muscles in her legs, always impressive, tightened and flexed still harder. Her eyes lost focus and the dribbling on the floor had turned to a constant stream. It was clear by now that she was approaching a thunderous orgasm. 

"Keep going!" I ordered. Suddenly her back arched violently and the chair was pushed back several feet on the tiled floor. Fortunately she was flexed again by the time she hit the floor and her back and shoulders took the impact. Again she arched and for an instant there was a little fountain of liquid going straight up, and then again her firm round buttocks hit the floor and splashed in the pool there. 

After a few more convulsions she rolled on her side rubbing both hands between her legs. As the force faded she quietened down and lay there on her side, quivering and shaking some of the time, while at other times she was tensed but motionless. 

I was by now well past any thoughts of good manners. "Get over here NOW." I yelled. She quickly got up and jumped on the bed. I grabbed her with one hand and my cast, and sat her atop me as I lay back. I yelled at her not to stop, but that was unnecessary. By the time her wonderful firm buttocks were pressed against my thighs, I was pumping my seed into her. 

I had thought she was done, but clearly not, as suddenly she started shaking again atop me and I had an even closer view of those unbelievable legs tensing astride me. Without warning she grabbed my waist and impaled herself harder and harder onto me. I could feel her inner muscles gripping me. 

By now I had lost my erection but that didn't prevent her from keeping a firm hold on me. After just a little longer she fell forwards on top of me, and I didn't even have to turn my head to grab a nipple in my mouth and suck on it hard. It seemed so long it filled my mouth. 

She started humping uncontrollably on me again and yelled at me to stop, that she couldn't take any more. Being a man who always knows better, of course I didn't stop. A moment later, and after a little more bouncing and shrieking, I had a dripping unconscious woman sprawled on me. 

With my post orgasmic sensations and my right arm in a cast I was unable to shift her, so I decided to suffer the awful and undignified fate of lying where I was with this gorgeous naked slimy woman on top of me. 

In fact she was not quite naked - she still had the torn and wet remains of her dress around her waist, and I saw in the mess a bra strap still stuck in amongst the debris. I have often thought that there is no woman more beautiful than the woman with whom one has just shared an orgasm. I knew this lady was just one of an entire community of stunningly beautiful ladies, but right now she was simply the most gorgeous, the sexiest, the most wonderful of them all. 

It was only a short while before she recovered, and perhaps predictably the first sign of recovery was a slight thrusting of her hips. It seemed as if she was having an orgasm in a dream - until Tina's appointment I had not thought this possible for a woman. Whatever the reason, when she did open her eyes this orgasm appeared to be continuing, although by now I had slipped out and was not much use to her sexually. 

After a few moments of silence and with a look of concentration on her face, she looked down at me and asked me if I was OK. I said I was wonderful and she leaned forwards and kissed me tenderly. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. That was what I really needed before. I just didn't know how to explain it. I am happy now to wait for my turn to get to have you again. I must leave now, but two more ladies will return. One to look after you, the other to clean up. She got up and walked a little unsteadily out the door dressed, or rather undressed, exactly as she was. Before the door had closed behind her, two others came in.



Irkutsk Ch. 11



What was this life I was leading? I could not have imagined anything like this, but just as one impossibly sexy lady had finished with me, another two came in to take her place. This time, however, no-one was going to "take a turn" with me, not for some time anyway. I was shattered. I suddenly thought how appropriate that term was, me with my broken arm. My two new visitors turned my thoughts to more practical issues. They stood looking at me, naked, out of breath and soaking wet from my very recent encounter, the bed drenched with I was still not quite sure exactly what, and with the final piece of the jigsaw having just run out past them.

There was no hiding what had just happened. They didn't say a word at first, but just looked at each other, back to me and then again at each other with deadpan expressions on their faces. They had to be twins. Not only were they identical in appearance and clearly had an understanding, they were both dressed alike in nurses' uniforms. The skirts were a little shorter than usual, but not much. The one looked again at me and told me to go with "her" (the other) while she tidied up the bed. Was this my new world? Everyone seeming to accept my infidelities - no that wasn't the word, because I was keeping secrets from no-one. These episodes were simply serial intimacy with a group of stunningly beautiful, fit and, I was gradually learning, sexy, charming and intelligent, ladies who seemed to have no concept of jealousy.

I took "her" hand and was led from the room. As I left I could see "her" sister start to strip the bed. We went through a connecting door and into an almost identical room. Actually it was a mirror image. I suddenly realised that this suite was designed for this very purpose. The two mirror-image bedrooms led off opposite sides of a bathroom, a dressing room and a small sitting room. It was designed for one bedroom to be cleaned up after use while the other was being used. The occupant could then return to the original room while the second room was being cleaned. Did this mean this underground house had been specifically designed for a man to take turns having sex with one woman after another while yet other women cleaned up after him?

My thoughts were drawn to "her" talking to me again. "We allowed Nadezna to finish her assignment with you, but now you must rest. I will sleep with you for two hours, but there will be no sex, no lovemaking, no flirting, no chatting. Do you understand - yes?" I nodded. "I will have the next turn with you, but I want you fit and ready for that. Right now you cannot give me what I need. Do you understand - yes?" I nodded again. "Until then I will be your carer. This is how it will work long-term. The one to be your next lover will care for you, whatever that might mean, until the lovemaking. Do you understand - yes?" I nodded again.

She sat me down on the bed and told me to stay. I felt like an obedient dog...well, obedient on this occasion at least. She returned a moment later with two huge towels and dried me off. She also brought a huge dressing gown, which she then wrapped around me. She lay me down on the bed, and turned me on my side facing away from her. Then a moment later she got in behind me and draped her arm over me. She was right - I must have been tired. I didn't even get to find out if she had taken her uniform off when she got in with me before I slept.

I awoke with "her" nibbling on my ear. Or perhaps it was "her" sister? I felt a little rested, but could have slept for much longer. I looked around to see the time and suddenly remembered that I never seen a clock here. Being underground and without the cycle of day and night to keep track I had no idea whether it was day or night.

I asked her name - it was Anna. She said that Dr Yulia was waiting to see me. I thought I had heard this before, and realised Anna had been whispering that in my ear before. She had not been nibbling - I needed to be realistic and remember that not every action was sexual.

I quickly sat up on the side of the bed and was immediately presented with a glass of - something - and told to drink it. It didn't taste good at all, but I felt I could trust them not to poison me - if they wanted me dead they had had every opportunity. So down the hatch.

Anna went to the door and brought Dr Yulia in. She did all sorts of things to all parts of my body, and told me I had been naughty. I was not sure at first what might be defined as "naughty" in this place, but she explained that she meant I had not been resting as ordered. I told her I was sorry.

"I doubt if you are sorry, but you will be if you don't slow down for a while."

I was warned. "You can go to the meeting, but take it very easy and then afterwards you need a very long sleep. I will give you something to make sure you do." I got the picture.

Dr Yulia continued "Now I am to take you to the Goddess." She reached out an arm to me as to a doddery old man and helped me out through the door and down the passage to a meeting room where the Goddess was waiting. Dr Yulia sat me down, kissed the top of my head as one might a little child, and left without another word. 

The Goddess wanted to know if I was well enough to talk for a while. I jokingly said I probably wasn't fit to fuck for the present, and immediately regretted it as I saw the Goddess flush.

"I'm sorry, my sense of humour gets away from me at times. I really am enjoying myself here." I hoped I had undone the damage of my tactless remark.

The Goddess wanted to talk about my proposals. I suggested that I could belong to one lady for something like a full day and night at a time. Anyone who wanted an appointment, in effect a quick fuck, could fit in between these longer dates, and I would often not orgasm in these shorter sessions. Ladies hosting me for the day would be expected to involve some normal day to day activities, and in fact now they all seemed to want to share non-sexual activities with me as well as the sex. It seemed that they now realised the sexual relationship could have a positive effect lasting much longer than the orgasm itself, and they wanted to share the complete experience with me.

I told my Goddess that I felt better equipped to manage such a workload, whereas I felt that my previous four-per-day routine would have left me unable to continue much longer, even apart from my injuries.

I asked the Goddess if she and I could go for a drive around the property, and she called out and asked someone to arrange "the big car".

We walked at a comfortable pace to a lift and went up to see an old 1960s Mercedes Grosser limousine with a uniformed chauffeur - chauffeuse? - standing with the back door open. I suggested that I would prefer to drive, and the Goddess dismissed the chauffeur. We got into the front and took the lift to the surface.

I drove out and wandered the area aimlessly, just enjoying the driving and the company. I'm afraid the scenery was not high on my list of priorities on this occsion.

I asked the Goddess how she saw the community existing in ten years' time. The community had already existed for longer than that, but I felt that my acceptance and the possibility of children might start a process of change of attitudes. I suggested that the group's needs might start to change more rapidly and dramatically, and that she would need to watch for such changes and be ready to guide her brigade through them.

The Goddess took a long time to respond, and eventually agreed that change was inevitable, but that she did not know where we were going...and she was not talking about my driving. She struggled to get the words out. I decided that she had taken responsibility for these ladies at a time when she had had no option, and at the time had a clear idea how to help them. Now, however, she needed help herself, and was very uncomfortable that she was now unable to provide what the group needed.

It seemed to me that she was putting too much upon herself, to provide a lifetime of leadership in circumstances no-one had ever had to face before. Most of us live in circumstances in which we have at least an opportunity to learn the lessons of history to avoid being doomed to repeat them, but not the Goddess. She had performed the impossible for so long, but now was the time to share that burden of leadership. Some of the ladies had demonstrated aspects of leadership in my presence, and I thought I could provide a share too. So I told my Goddess all this, rather clumsily I must admit.

Again the Goddess did not answer for a long time, but this time she was clearly thinking hard. I continued my vehicular peregrinations, enjoying the aimless wandering. I was also enjoying driving this wonderful grand old dame of a car, nearly fifty years old and still providing luxury transport beyond the dreams of most modern car manufacturers.

My Goddess was clearly not ignoring me, but still had not responded to my suggestions by the time I returned to the little brick garage, purely, I hasten to add, by coincidence and without the assistance of any navigational skills.

The Goddess gave me a kiss, a little absently, and nodded me towards the door where Dr Yulia was waiting for me. I was taken back to the room where Anna was still awaiting me.

Dr Yulia left while Anna got me ready. She undressed me and herself, then took me under the shower and washed me all over, including my hair. She also washed herself.

I tried to help, but was slapped down. "You can do that later." She shaved my face - with a blade, which was interesting to say the least although she was careful not to cut me. She laid out clothes for me to wear, but at least allowed me to dress myself. The clothes were quite dressy, suit and business shirt, but no tie.

Anna put on her makeup and a classy business suit. As with most women, she looked much better when made up and dressed well. (Well, her face did, but her body looked simply wonderful naked.) Unlike most women (in the outside world), however, she had started looking fabulous even without makeup. The final effect was just jaw-dropping. In my previous life no woman looking anything like that would have come anywhere near me, probably with good reason. And now I had just learned her name and here she was escorting me to a meeting and promising to sleep with me afterwards. Although it was possible that there would be no sleep. But I digress...

We went down in the lift to a level I had not previously visited. As we stepped out of the lift we entered a huge room with windows on three sides looking out onto the icy lake. It was beautiful, but...wasn't this summer? And weren't we several stories underground? I walked over to one window and saw that it wasn't a window after all, but a huge television. The effect was very positive, preventing the claustrophobic feeling that might otherwise have existed in what would otherwise have felt like a bunker.

I then looked around inside the room. There was a circle of about fifty leather office chairs surrounding a slightly raised section. Hanging from the high ceiling above the raised section was a ring of large monitors arranged so that each chair had a good view of at least one monitor. This was a high-end meeting room for a large group.

As I looked around the lift behind me opened again and several ladies joined us. I recognised some of them, but whether I recognised them or not, they all came and gave me a hug and a chaste kiss. Then another group arrived, and another, and the chairs started to fill. The Goddess and Dr Yulia arrived in the fourth group.

The Goddess came straight to me and drew me away from the other ladies. She took me to one seat and sat next to me. Dr Yulia was on my other side. Immediately the others took seats until all were occupied. Conversation faded to silence and everyone looked our way, expectantly.

The Goddess stood and stepped onto the raised section, walking to the centre. As she spoke, I realised that the acoustic properties of this spot enabled her voice to carry easily to every chair.

"Members of the Lady Brigade, I formally introduce our guest Michael. Michael, this is the entire Lady Brigade. You have met them all at some stage or other, but some only briefly.

"Ladies, Michael has spoken to me of his thoughts regarding his usefulness to us. I want to say in his presence that he has committed himself to supporting us any way he can. He has shown aspects of what he can do for us that have nothing to do with our original, er, uses ... for him. And he has also exceeded the expectations we did have of him, at least thus far.

"He regards himself as a part of our special society, as others did not. Despite our harsh treatment of him (and you can see the cast on his arm as evidence of that) he has not only accepted but embraced the captive status we forced upon him. And yet he has risen above that, doing many things that he did not have to do, in order to support and enhance our lives. And he has told me of the basis of some ideas that he thinks can further enhance our way of life.

"I think these ideas have real potential. He has a clear picture of the values of democracy despite our undemocratic treatment of him. He feels that the rough proposals he has in mind should be put to all of you together so you can all have input into the development of these ideas; that is, if you accept them, and I think you will. I have asked him here... no, that's not fair: I gave him no choice. I have had him brought here so you can hear direct from him about these ideas.

"I hope you will listen to his ideas and consider them as a genuine attempt to improve our way of life. But before I do that, I have another proposal to put to you. We brought him here by force, and inflicted ourselves, our bodies, our libidos upon him. He has responded to our aggression by making every possible effort to help us. You may think that we have done him a great favour by allowing him to share in our sexual life. He thinks so too. But if he were to leave he would find, as others have, that returning to outside society is not easy after even a short time with us. Especially with our mark tattooed on his forehead."

Here was a further clue about my predecessors!

"I want to make him a full member of our society free as we are to make choices." I held my hand up to her to stop here, but she waved me down and continued. "You will have a chance to speak, Michael, but not yet. Will you all please indicate your response to that proposal?"

She waited for a while, watching a screen nearby. Then she spoke again. "A majority, but not all of you support that." This time I want only those who have shared private time with Michael to give their opinion." Again she waited, and again after a while spoke again. "All of those are in favour."

She turned to me. "That speaks well of you, Michael, that all who know you best want to make you the first man to be a free member of our society. Now I want you to speak, first about becoming a free member of our society, and then about your ideas for our group."

I stepped up next to her. She stayed up with me, showing me where to stand.

"I thank the Goddess for her words of support and her proposal to accept me as a full member of your society. I am honoured. However, I think the time is not right to make a decision. Not right for you, and not right for me. Many of you have spent what the Goddess calls private time with me. But others have not.

"I believe all of you, or at least all of you who wish to, should spend private time with me before making a decision. Those of you who don't want to spend private time with me should find a way to spend time doing other things with me before deciding. And if just one of you does not want me to become free, then I should not. I would still remain your captive.

"You have shared experiences that I cannot imagine. The dedication, the sacrifice to your sport to reach the level you have, and the rejection, twice, by your own nation. I cannot imagine what that must be like. These experiences have brought you together in a closeness that I can never fully share. No, if just one of you thinks I should not become a member of your group, then I cannot accept that membership, except with the captive status I already have.

"For myself, I have lived in a whirl of comfort, ease, friendship and sexual pleasure that was simply unimaginable before coming here. I feel as if I have lived in a dream since I arrived. Even my broken arm, which was an accident that could have happened to anyone, seems not to have interrupted the pleasure, although I'm sure Princess ... er ... Dr Yulia will make sure I take it a bit more gently for a while.

"And for myself I don't feel as if I am in any position to make a decision about my future. I don't want to commit myself to you until I understand more about your background, your life here, and until I know each of you enough to understand. I feel as if I am on the brink of a polygamous marriage with the 44 most wonderful women in the world. If that is the way I see it, that is how I am going to decide - whether I want to marry every one of you. Under no circumstances can I make such a decision a mere few days (I have already lost track of time) after coming here and when there are still some of you whom I haven't even spoken to yet.

"I think I may well end up choosing this lifestyle if the offer is still open when I am better placed to decide, but it is too early yet for me to commit. And if I cannot commit to you, I cannot ask you to commit to me. Keep me as your captive - I promise you I am enjoying it. And we have plenty of time to decide how our relationship progresses. That's all I have to say on that issue."

I looked at the Goddess for guidance. She whispered in my ear that the group had unanimously accepted my speech and that she herself had been impressed. This meant that my status would continue as it was for a further period. I had to learn about this communication system - it seemed to be a very useful democratic tool. Now for the other point.

"The Goddess has told you I have the germ of an idea about how best I can contribute to your lives. I understand your original plan was to use me for sex as much as possible and for as long as possible. You know that I am much older than most of you. By comparison with any one of you I am also a flabby weakling. I am past the age where I can have sex several times a day over a long period, and I was never a sexual athlete - or any type of athlete if it comes to that.

"I love sex, but my physical capacity is simply not up to your needs - and quite reasonable needs they are, provided you don't have dozens of you relying on just one older unfit man. So my first suggestion is that you need more men. That would also have a benefit for reproduction, for any of you who choose to have children. With just one man the gene pool will be very shallow, and future generations will be at risk if there is just one common male ancestor. I understand you had poor experiences previously, but perhaps I can play my part in finding suitable men."

I had been ignoring and speaking over growing background noise, and the Goddess interrupted me.

"We thank you for your attempt to help us in this respect. We are particularly impressed by your selfless attitude to sharing the women who choose to devote themselves to you alone. We understand that you do not fully appreciate the nature and degree of the problems that previously occurred. All that, however, is not really relevant to this issue."

She looked around her in a full circle, taking in every lady there. "Is there just one of you who would consider under any circumstances selecting another man in addition to, or in replacement for Michael?" She whispered to me again - "The voting system is an electronic ballot that is completely secret. If anyone objects they can vote against without anyone knowing who dissented, or even that there was only one dissenter. If you were to leave, we would again become a female only community, permanently. The system tells us the majority decision, or if it is unanimous it tells us that too.




Irkutsk Ch. 11



"Look at the monitor." It read "NO - UNANIMOUS". "You voted too?" I asked. She showed me a tiny transmitter. Then to everyone, "We have decided that Michael will be the only man we will have here, other than any children who may grow up here. I remind you, for Michael's ears, that our constitution provides that this unanimous vote can only be reversed by two unanimous votes held more than twelve months apart." It looked as if I was to be their only chance.

The Goddess spoke to me again "I'm sorry for interrupting, but I thought you needed to know our thoughts on that issue. We still want to hear your other ideas."

I looked around me. These women had all, apparently, locked themselves into me as their only option for sex. Their only option for male companionship. It was exciting, intimidating, challenging, terrifying. I intended to deal with this by thinking with my brain and my heart as well as my balls. I had to tell them how best I could provide a male role in their lives.

"Thank you - I think - for your vote of confidence. I'll do everything in my power to ensure you do not regret it. The first thing I propose to do in that respect is to tell you about me, and how I think I can best contribute."

I gave them a thumbnail sketch of my previous life. Then I told them of the problems I had had keeping up with their sexual needs for just a very few days. I told them that I felt I had made a greater contribution simply by providing a male role to complement their female role than I had sexually. I also added that not all of their society's characteristics were based on the fact that they were all female; many had their roots in their competitive upbringing.

I proposed an arrangement that included my interacting with in groups so that whatever it was that they gained from my company might be distributed as widely as possible. I also said that I would quickly burn out if I tried to continue such brief sexual episodes four times a day and that while I felt it was appropriate for me to ensure everyone who wanted to would have a chance to experience such an episode, that the main form of individual contact would be "dates" equivalent to a traditional (for me) date from say 6pm to 2am. I could offer one per day. In addition, anyone who wanted a mere sexual episode needed to know that I could manage perhaps half an hour, and provided I had access to Viagra and wasn't required to orgasm, would be able to provide such interludes in between these dates.

I left it up to their own organisation system, which I told them seemed very efficiently organised, to manage scheduling. I told them that I hoped, however, that most of them would opt for the dates as I personally preferred to get to know a sexual partner. I repeated that the limiting factor was my own limited capacity which was partly a function of my gender, partly my age and partly the fact that I had not looked after my body by even normal Australian standards. By their Olympian standards I was simply out of their league. I would be keen to hear their thoughts about my position.

The Goddess looked around. "Michael has given a very honest and unselfish viewpoint that I commend to you all. I, personally, thank him for his acceptance of our highly unconventional society. However, he has asked for your thoughts, and I encourage you to come forward openly with your responses." She turned around, looking at each Princess.

She stopped at Dr Yulia, who clearly had something to say. "I am your General Practitioner, although there are others amongst us with medical qualifications. His assessment of his capacity is correct and demonstrates great insight, with one exception. In the very short period he has been with us, his fitness levels have started to improve noticeably. He has lost 3kg already." Had I? And how did she know? I looked down at myself. It looked as if she might even be right. But she continued... "That is partly because of the improved nutrition he has received here, and partly because of exercise you have given him." She gave a strange smile here. "I personally would prefer to wait longer in order to have a "date" with him instead of an "interlude". And for those of you who have not got to know him yet, I commend that option to you. But either way I thank him most for his willingness to commit to our group with what is very clearly an enthusiasm that he regards as normal, but which you will realise from his predecessors is not normal. From my point of view it adds to his status that he doesn't think his behaviour has been unusual."

She turned and looked direct at me. "But to you, Michael, I can only say that I am dreaming, lusting for the time I have such a complete man as a lover instead of as a patient. You will fuel my fantasies until then."

I suddenly realised I had an instant erection, and then realised that Dr Yulia and many of the others knew it too. Very soon they all knew it. I was embarrassed, but they were not laughing. Instead there was an atmosphere of pure lust that I could ... smell. My erection hardened but I had no idea how to react.

The Goddess spoke. "Yes, ladies, I am not immune to him and my lust is afire too. Let that be an indication of the promise awaiting you, and let that persuade you of the importance of working out how best we can use his talents in our society. Who amongst you would be happy to have a date with him about every two months instead of an interlude every two weeks?" I was working out the voting charts and I could see some "yes" votes coming up. Some hands went up.

One lady asked whether double dates (or more) would be allowed and whether they could see me more often. I volunteered an answer that two or more ladies could if they wished combine their dates if they scheduled them one after the other. The dates would be twice as long (or three times as long etc) but the intervals would be unchanged. In such a way the two or more ladies could decide amongst themselves how best to take advantage of me, but would need to be careful not to wear me out too early. I would then have twice or three times as long to recover for the next lady.

More "yes" votes were shown. Another hand went up rather hesitantly. A young lady with rare dark hair spoke. She was less healthy looking than the others and seemed to be too thin to be an athlete. "I don't know if I can cope either way. I have been indulging desperately and need to see him much more often."

I looked at the Goddess, who looked at a screen that could only be seen by the two of us. It showed a picture of the same lady looking much healthier. A few notes were there too. "Ekaterina. Former marathon runner. Tattoos. Obsessive." I quietly asked if it would be unfair to the others for me to spend some time with her soon. She replied that it could be arranged immediately after the meeting. I looked up at Ekaterina and said that I would do my best to provide her with what she needed. She gave me a bleak smile and looked down again.

The Goddess spoke again, "We have yet more to thank Michael for. He has come up with an arrangement whereby he can be raped more efficiently." She winked at me then spoke to the group. "The meeting is over. I think it has been very successful. We will make changes and you will know about them very soon. Thank you everyone."

And then quietly to me, "Do you know the way back to your room?" I nodded. "Take Ekaterina there now, and work your magic."

I asked about Anna, who was scheduled to be with me that night. The Goddess told me that she would make it right with Anna, but it might involve something extra from me when I did have my time with Anna. I wondered what "extra" I could do for her, but put that thought aside to focus on Ekaterina.

I walked to Ekaterina and took her hand, lifting her to her feet. "Would you like to come to my room?" She looked unenthusiastically at me. "I need to wash." I told her she could do that in my room and led her by the hand down a short corridor towards the lifts. I put my arm around her waist and noticed how thin she was. 

When we reached my room I opened the door and led her in, but she was clearly now uncomfortable. I told her that I had had to submit to others doing things for me; would she allow me to do things for her? She shrugged and looked at me. I decided to take a risk and led her to the bathroom, where I started to run the spa bath and put oils in it.

Then I started to undress her. As I did so I saw what was meant by "tattoos". Her body was covered with them. Her vulva was smooth and hairless, with the words "fuck me now" in an arch above it. Her small, tight, pointed breasts were also marked. She had huge piercings in her nipples, distending them lewdly. In circles around them were tattoos "suck hard here". Other tattoos of a similar nature covered the parts of her body that would not be visible if she were wearing a short skirt and sleeveless top.

I pulled towards me and hugged her to me. I lifted her chin up and kissed her long, but very gently. Then I told her I was going to wash her and that I was also going to enjoy it. I undressed myself and put a plastic bag around my cast, then guided her into the huge bath and sat her down next to me. I told her to close her eyes and poured some shampoo onto her hair. With some difficulty I started to massage it into the hair. She reached out tentatively but accurately, sliding her small hand up my thigh. So her shyness was not unlimited!

I left her to her fun and finished her hair by putting her head under the water to rinse it. I then put a huge dollop of body lotion on my hand and started massaging her breasts. The massive piercings made the nipples feel unusual. The sensation was different from what I was accustomed to, but no less erotic. The distended nipples grew, and grew, until the piercings were hanging away from her flesh. As I ran my hands beneath them I could feel every rib standing out.

I reached round to her back, where the ribs were just as prominent, and slid down to her bottom. Immediately she leaned forwards so my fingers were on her anus, and then she wiggled around so my fingers penetrated a short way inside.

"Am I disgusting you?" she asked. No, I found her very sexy. That was true, despite her differences. I wasn't quite sure whether the intent behind the piercings and tattoos was erotic or antisocial but I decided I would regard them as her idea of eroticism in a world in which she imagined she would never be able to have a man. That thought in itself was very arousing.

I helped her out of the bath and without even drying her started to pour oil over her body. Ekaterina looked up at me from under her lashes. "How about a quick fuck?" No, I preferred a long slow fuck, and in fact what I wanted to do was to make love with her.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I would find it more pleasurable and I think you will too.

"Why does it matter to you how much pleasure I get?"

I couldn't answer that except to say that I enjoy a woman's pleasure as much as I enjoy my own, and often even more.

"That's silly - you always enjoy your own pleasure most of all."

I told her to come to my bed and I would try to demonstrate.

"I can't. I"m all wet and oily."

So was I but we had towels and it didn't matter if the bed got a little messy (especially, as I thought a little guiltily, as I wasn't the one who would have to wash the sheets). She was going to be very wet soon anyway.

Soon I had her in bed, lying looking at me as if wondering what on earth I was up to if I wasn't just going to take the quickie she was offering.

I lowered my head to one breast and started sucking hard, just as her nipples had ordered. With one hand I twisted the other nipple and piercing together, hard. She was certainly a nipple freak. Both of them enlarged even more to the size of large thimbles, and dribbles started oozing from them.

Then her hips started humping as if they had found something to rub against her clitoris. I decided that that needed some attention too, so I licked my way down her bony body to the large smooth and lettered mound. When I reached there I saw her clitoris erect, just as large as her nipples had become, and hooked onto that. I was glad that I was twice her weight, because I would have been bucked off her otherwise.

As it was I was able to hold her down and continue my attack. Since that seemed to be doing the trick I wasn't going to stop until I was good and ready. She pulled my hair and thumped the back of my head. She twisted my ears and beat my shoulders.

She nearly got me when she twisted around and got my head between her thighs in a scissors, but when she tightened her grip she slipped off. Thank goodness for the oil! Then she started with the verbal abuse and then started clawing my back. Fortunately her fingernails were short.

Eventually the orgasm reached its peak. Funny - it didn't seem too long ago that I had thought an orgasm was the peak. For these ladies it seemed just another step on the way. Even at the peak she just kept on going for ages before whimpering down to exhaustion. Or so I thought. I was feeling as if she needed a real killer experience, and so I was still sucking onto her clitoris for dear life. Another, briefer orgasm followed, then another, then another until I eventually lost count.

Eventually I decided to give her something to think about so I rubbed my middle finger in my good hand in the oil between her buttocks before shoving it right into her anus. Right up to the hilt. While still suckling on her clitoris. That brought her to life again for a while. Then I asked her if she was warmed up for a fuck. She answered me in Russian that I could not understand, so I decided that meant yes.

I flipped her over so she was face down and tucked every pillow I could find under her hips. I noticed tattoos on the inside of her buttocks "here too". So I buried myself deep into her vagina with my now desperate erection while I returned my finger to her anus, this time with another one just for luck, and then a little later a third.

With my fingers inside her I could feel myself deep in her vagina, and I decided to massage myself through the thin wall between the two openings. It was yet another rare experience for me, and from her reaction it was a fresh one for her too. I think there were times when her hands, knees and feet were all off the bed at the same moment, but at other times she was gripping the bedhead with both hands and forcing herself backwards onto me.

I decided I needed my other hand and shoved the cast, still covered with a plastic bag, hard in front between her legs. She started growling deep and continued bouncing up and down, back and forth, humping the cast. Thick clear fluid started spurting out and running down her thighs and mine.

Eventually I slowed a little, and she whispered "please stop". I started to withdraw, but she yelled "I said stop, don't take it out." I thrust just once more deep back inside both holes and stayed buried to the hilt, and she just groaned deep and fell silent.

I found that the pillows underneath her hips had been thrown out by the vigorous activity, and she had been held up only by the tension in her legs. Now that tension was released and her legs suddenly collapsed. She landed with the legs splayed out lewdly in a splits position. I landed atop her giving both orifices an extra shove inside. I know she squirted some more of her juices, because I felt it splash against my thighs, and the sudden push just a little harder inside set off my own orgasm. I groaned, filled her with what felt like a month's worth of frustration and flopped atop her, drained in every way. 

After a while I thought I must be heavy on her and started to get up, but she called out to stay right where I was. That was all very well, but I wanted her face, not the back of her head, to look at. I told her that I would be happy to lie on top of her if she would turn over so I could see her face.

"Why would you want me facing you?" I forced her onto her back and listed the reasons:

1) your face is nicer to look at than the back of your head.

2) I can kiss your lips, your nose, your eyes, your chin, your forehead (and did so).

3) I can talk to you.

4) I can look into your eyes.

5) your breasts feel nicer against my chest than your shoulder blades.

6) so I can slide my deflating erection in the juices of your vagina.

7) I'm old-fashioned.

8) I can hold your arms up with one hand while I tickle you with the other ..."

Gotcha!" She shouted. "You can't do number eight with one hand in a cast."

"No." I replied "but watch this!" I grabbed both of her hands with my good one and bent down to lick her tummy. I worked, and she giggled and wriggled around deliciously. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, her wriggling soon moved her into a position where her clitoris was aligned with my mouth, and I was unable to resist capturing it again. The giggling stopped, but the wriggling continued in a slightly different rhythm, and she starting crying out. I lost count of the times she said "yes", but I got the message.

I got myself another flood of the now familiar thick sweet fluid, this time in my face, before she cried "enough" and flopped back on the bed motionless. I was keen to see just how much this nymphomaniac had left, so I moved back up and started sucking on one nipple while pulling on the piercing on the other one. This time it was "no" she cried, about three times before reverting to yes. This orgasm didn't have much force however, and apart from a tensing of the body and a long drawn out sigh, she was done.

I still had a bit of erection left and it was certainly covered in slippery stuff, so I rolled her on her side and shoved it deep into her anus with no warning. Again she tensed up just a little and gave a sigh. I started a very slow sliding in and out about once every five seconds. Every time I bottomed out she would tense and sigh again, a little weaker each time. After a minute or two the tensing finished and the sighing was replaced by snoring.

She had fallen asleep while I was making love with her! I'd use that against her in a while. Or perhaps I'd have to admit that it wasn't lovemaking by now, just sex. I was loving it though.

I struggled out of bed with my one hand, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. I then slid under the covers one the side Ekaterina was facing, lay next to her with my face about an inch from hers and went to sleep.

I was woken up by movement beside me, and looked though my lids at her. She was sneaking out of bed. Perhaps she needed the toilet, although she could not have any fluid left in her after our efforts together. No, she was headed for the door outside!

I decided this could not be allowed. "WHERE ... are you going?!" She jumped out of her skin and turned to me, looking guiltily.

I decided to press my attack. "So, you use me all up and then sneak out? Was I that useless?" Her face crumpled and I could see she was on the verge of tears. "No, you've got it wrong. You wouldn't want to see me when you wake."

I told her I had woken and I wanted to see her. By then I was with her, hugging her to me. "How could you think I'd find you unwelcome after sharing that experience with me?"

She started to answer, but I decided I should silence her in the traditional way. I kissed her, hard, and led her to the kitchen, where I sat her down and made a cup of tea for us both. I gave her a cup and sat down next to her.

"Why leave? Don't you like me?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Maybe I wouldn't, but give me a chance."

"OK. What would you do if you met me somewhere in your home town?" I told her I didn't know, but most likely I'd think I was too old for her and leave her alone. Unless, of course she gave me some clue that she was interested in which case I'd end up embarrassing myself by asking her out.




Irkutsk Ch. 11



"Not if I was surrounded by all these other ladies who are blond and beautiful, and me looking plain in the corner." I told her I"d still notice her. "No you wouldn't. You're not the "tatts and piercings" type, and anyway you didn't notice me when we first met." I told her that I might not have tatts and piercings myself, but they wouldn't put me off a woman.

And I asked when we had met.

"I was holding the Goddess by the waist as we were sliding her up and down on you. You were hypnotised by her and didn't have eyes for me."

I explained that I am always hypnotised by the woman I am making love with, that's why I prefer to make love instead of fucking. In addition, that was an unusual situation where, apart from anything else, I was under serious punishment if I did not obey her. Of course I was focusing on her. But that was secondary. The real reason was that I was making love with the Goddess and all my attention was on her.

"If you had been the one on top of me and the Goddess had been one of those lifting you my attention would have been on you and I wouldn't have noticed the Goddess. I can understand that you are overwhelmed by the fact that I am the only man here and you want to make a good impression, but I simply lost myself in you just now. For this time, you were the only woman in the world for me. And if you want me again then every time you will be the only one in the world for me.

"But you must obey your medical orders and keep yourself healthy. Pierced is OK. Tattooed is OK. Starving yourself is not. You need proper nutrition. Your endurance will improve and you will get more enjoyment out of sex. Do you recall only a few hours ago Dr Yulia said that the improved food here was creating an improvement even in me - I thought it was too late for me at my age and in my condition.

"Now, can we please forget about the rest of the world for a little longer and enjoy each other's company?" I stood up, reached out for her and pulled her up and towards me. I held her to me and kissed her gently. Nothing erotic despite our nakedness, just a kiss to seal our closeness. Well except for my inevitable sexy thoughts.

I held her hand and took her back to bed. I laid her on the bed, still naked, and lay down next to her. I put her head on my shoulder and she was asleep in moments. I followed soon after.



Irkutsk Ch. 12



I was awoken in the morning by Dr Yulia gently stroking my hair. "It's time for you to get up. Can you slide out gently so you don't wake her?" she whispered. As I did, Ekaterina quietly called my name. I turned to her. "Thank you." she said "That was heavenly. I will make it better for you next time." She looked at me with a sleepy smile. I replied "You were wonderful. Just concentrate on enjoying yourself and whoever is lucky enough to be with you will be caught up in your passion. Thank you." She held out her arms and I returned for a gentle hug, and quickly left the room after Dr Yulia, grabbing a dressing gown on the way. After I had closed the door behind us, Dr Yulia looked at me and said "It looks as if you have succeeded even with Ekaterina. The Goddess didn't expect that. However, you have an extra promise for Anna remember?

Dr Yulia led me down the hallway. As we walked she told me that I was meant to be slowing my pace, but that Anna deserved not to have to wait longer than was absolutely necessary. I was now to take as much time with her as I needed, or she needed. Dr Yulia stopped outside a door and quickly looked me over, checked my pulse and made a few other quick tests. "You should be OK for Anna, but a rest will be needed soon." She opened the door and I went into a darkened room. Just how dark became clear when Dr Yulia closed the door. It was pitch black, the type of blackness you can only achieve underground. 

I reached behind me for the door and tried to open it, but there was no knob. I felt around the wall, looking for a light switch, but couldn't find one. I started to work my way around the wall, but then a woman's voice said quietly "are you naked?" When I answered that I was wearing only a dressing gown, she told me to take it off and drop it on the floor. So I did.

A beam of torchlight appeared from somewhere to my right, shining on a low benchpress bench across the room. There was no frame for the weights, just the narrow bench. "Lie on your back on the bench." I complied, and the light clicked off. "You are going to be used. I don't care if you enjoy it but I'll make a bit of an effort not to damage you." Then silence.

Hands grabbed my left hand and tied it down to the base of the bench. Then one by one my ankles and lastly the cast. Something was then tied down on my face, blinding me and gagging me at the same time. I wondered why that was necessary in a dark room, but then realised it was also holding my head down. I felt straps being placed across my torso in several places, and then around each thigh. I was trussed like a chicken in the dark. 

I could see nothing, I could hear just the faintest of indistinguishable sounds, I could smell ... something. It smelt well, sexy, even though I couldn't identify it. Apart from that, nothing, for ages.

Suddenly, a feather-light touch on my lips. Then, nothing. Then again on one inner thigh, almost touching...

For the first time in my life, I actually felt the blood pumping into me, thickening, lifting ... and, oh yes ... wanting, needing. It was the closest thing to an instant erection I had ever had. I was desperate for someone, something to touch me, and I twisted around, but couldn't get anything to get even the vaguest pressure on me. I was at Anna's mercy in every possible way, if indeed it was Anna. I would have sold my soul for just another touch, but I could do nothing except grunt, and there was a moderate slap on my face and just the word "silence". Even that slap was much-needed contact.

I lay there for an eternity aware only of my throbbing need, and the fact that it was not being fulfilled. Eventually the gentlest of strokes on the side of my face. Then, again, nothing.

Then something cold on my left nipple. I thought at first it was a drop of water, but it was colder than that and it didn't run down. I must have been a piece of ice touching it.

Again on the right nipple, but longer, harder this time. Yes, it was definitely ice. Then colder still, as someone blew on the dampness. My right nipple was on fire. I could feel the fullness and my pulse in the right...no, both ... nipples. I could almost have got there with a squeeze of a nipple, I was sure. But no-one did that. Nothing.

Then another light stroke, the length of the sole of my right foot, from heel to toes. Just once. I knew it was my right foot, but I couldn't feel it an instant after the touch left me - all I could feel was a desperate for more contact. And yet again, nothing.

Suddenly, fingers running though my hair, from front to back, followed by more nothing.

I heard some faint new sounds, but couldn't make out what it was. Then, without warning, my core was suddenly enveloped in warm, slick, heaven. I lost it there and then. I could feel the seed, gallons it seemed, shoot from me and immediately the heaven lifted off me and I was alone again.

Unbelievably, not only my erection, but also my desire remained undiminished. I knew I had come, that was no mistake, but I was immediately desperate for release again instantly. And again, nothing.

A mouth descended on my left nipple and sucked, very hard indeed. I felt teeth dig deep. I had no idea whether it was painful; all I knew was that I had to have more. I felt my hardness twitch uncontrollably and was not sure whether I had had another minor orgasm or not. It mattered not, I was still (or perhaps again) desperate for release.

I felt my face covering move and I could feel air on my eyes. I was no longer blindfolded, but I could not see. It was pitch dark.

A single harsh ray of light snapped on, shining up onto the naked vision of sex standing over me, straddling me. The light was focused on her vulva and two hands stroking it. I think I could see the rest of her body, but I couldn't take my eyes off that focus. I was having trouble breathing now, not because of the gag: that had good access for air. I was simply concentrating so much on this vision that I was forgetting to breathe. Then slowly, the legs parted as the knees bent, and she descended upon me.

As she lowered her hips blocked out the light and I could see her only as a silhouette, enhancing the curve of her thighs and causing rays of light to shine out in between. Her labia were emphasised, as in a black and white movie. She looked unearthly, a little like a cartoon or anime figure. As she lowered closer she reached out for me with one hand and guided me into her. She dropped firmly onto me and stayed there, motionless. Despite that, I immediately erupted, a second time (or perhaps a third). I could feel myself twitching inside her. She reached out and grasped my nipples with fingers that must have been immersed in iced water, because the cold was as much of an impact as the pressure. I spurted a little harder and then wilted inside her.

Despite my softness, she started to massage me inside her and I felt her add her own contribution to the fruit salad of juices gushing out of her and down between my thighs.

The lights came on and this beautiful sex machine raised herself off me. Despite her beautiful, sexy, lithe body all I could see was the wonderful, serene smile on Anna's face. She looked supremely happy.

She looked down on me, still standing astride me, dribbling down onto my front. "I've been planning for ten years what I would do to a man. It was everything I dreamed it might be. Thank you." But she didn't come herself. I asked her about that. "No, I didn't, but you have given me a set of fantasies, no - memories, that would keep me satisfied for the next ten years if necessary."

"Didn't you tell K...the Goddess that your own orgasm was less of a priority than the satisfaction of the lady you were with?" I nodded thoughtfully. "Well, it works that way for me too. There's another reason too - I wanted him - no, you - to look forward eagerly to your next time with me."

"I knew you were not at full strength and I wanted to make a good impression." I told her she had succeeded; that I would be dreaming longingly, lustfully, of my next time with her.

"Good, but you must go now. Thank you." She leaned down and kissed me, then jumped down and untied me. She kissed me again and hugged me, and led me out the door, up the corridor and into a door clearly marked with a cross. 

Anna opened a door and held it open for me. I was still not entirely comfortable with the reverse sexism of ladies holding doors for me, but with one arm in a cast I was at a disadvantage. I walked through and Anna stayed outside.

The room was clearly a surgery and Dr Yulia's presence, and the stethoscope around her neck explained why I was there. She immediately took a professional line. "I'm going to be a bit more difficult than most of our ladies. I need you naked and on this examination bed." I undressed a little clumsily and sat on the bed. I was poked and twisted, tapped and palpated, orifices examined.

Then I was put in an MRI machine and lost in the void for a while. I blew into one machine and then various bodily fluids were taken for testing. I was inoculated and vaccinated, then put on a running machine. I was weighed and tested for body fat. All this took an hour. I saw what she meant by being a little more difficult, but complied with it all. I think we are programmed to obey doctors, even if they are not slavemasters (slavemistresses?). After all that I was told to sit on the bed again and my testicles were held while I coughed.

Then I felt a sharp pain at the base of my penis, and I looked down to see Dr Yulia with a syringe in her hand. She told me she'd done her job, now was my turn to pay. I asked her what the tests had revealed.

In the time that the injection took to bring me to rock-hard erection, she was able to explain that there was nothing specifically wrong with me, just the result of a lifetime abuse of my body. Even that, however, was showing some progress with my new dietary and exercise regime. I hadn't noticed the diet; delicious food had appeared when I was hungry and so I had eaten it.

Nor had I noticed the exercise, although when I thought about it my enjoyment had often been vigorous in recent days. As I watched Dr Yulia undressing I decided that some more of this vigorous exercise may well be imminent. She ceased to be a professional doctor and suddenly transformed herself into a very desirable, very available and very naked woman. She leaned over her desk showing off the two perfect globes of her buttocks, with a neat, tight little pussy in between, and told me to stop daydreaming and come and take her now.

It took two steps from the bed to the desk and on the third step I was sliding deep into her. No artificial lubricant was needed and even on first sliding in I could hear a squelch and I felt a dribble of her juices run down one thigh. I then felt her hand reaching down in front past her pussy to grab me so that I was sliding in her hand as well.

Then she started telling me what to do. "In, out, in, out, slow, slow, just there, push harder." This continued for a while until she suddenly slid herself off me and spun around so she was lying on her back on the desk with her head resting on her old-style desktop computer box. Then she opened her legs so they were lying in the splits position along the front of the desk, presenting a perfect target in between.

Not a hair was visible - she was shaved, or waxed or lasered, smooth. She spat an enormous glob of saliva in her hand and wiped it down the middle. I don't know why she bothered, she was already as slippery as it is possible to get, but it sure looked sexy with the mix of slimy goo sliding down.

She looked at me and I needed no further hint. Again I slid in straight away - she was just at the right height. I remained deep inside her just sliding in and out perhaps just a fraction of an inch. She would have been in her early thirties and her breasts were not firm and erect like a teenagers, but they were full and tight, and the nipples hard and rubbery.

Then she took two large bulldog clips and clipped them onto her nipples. This doctor looked like some slutty secretary earning her bonus while getting her rocks off. Then she told me to pull the clips off. I squeezed the handles and got told off quick smart. "Just pull them I said!"

I didn't want to upset her so I just pulled. It took two hard pulls which stretched her breasts way out towards me and then flicked them back at her ribs with the rebound. She screamed in what seemed like agony. This time she started shaking and her nipples were even bigger but distorted. "Put them back on! Now pull them off again." Again and again, each time accompanied by a shriek of ... well a shriek.

After a short while thick fluid was no longer dripping but squirting over me with every slight thrust. After about the fifth cycle her mouth was hanging open and her eyes started to lose focus and then later they started to roll back in her head. "Don't stop 'til I say the magic word", were the last words I could make out.

I asked her several times what was the magic word, but could understand no more. By now I was grabbing her thigh so far up that my hips were bumping into my left hand with each stroke, and so I moved my hands to cup her glorious buttocks.

I know at one point one finger slipped into her anus, and that seemed to create some extra movement so I left it there for a while until it was time to pull the bulldog clip again. Finally I decided that she must be unconscious, and slowed, but I briefly made out an angry "I said don't stop", and so resumed the rhythm.

Every now and then I reapplied the bulldog clips and pulled them off, and each time the shaking was a little more pronounced. Finally two arms reached around and grabbed my own buttocks with a grip of iron. The pulled me into her much harder than I had dared to thrust, and held me firmly in place while her hips gyrated and thrust onto me even harder again.

My middle finger was again painfully (for me) forced deep into her anus and I could feel the tip of my penis sliding against her cervix. She told me to reapply the bulldog clips and leave them there, and I managed that with my right arm by manoeuvring the cast into place.

Finally her vigorous movement started sliding her off the desk towards me, and I fell on to my back with her impaled on me even harder, although my finger came free on the way down. Fortunately I was able to lift my upper body so I didn't bang my head on the carpet too hard.

As she shook atop me, still in the splits position I could make out the words "twist the clips". One by one I did so, and after a loud deep sigh her head lolled to one side, saliva dribbling over a bulldog clip.

Then one of her hands released me and again slid between us, making a beeline for her clitoris. Holding the not-so-little bud firmly between forefinger and thumb she tweaked and twisted, bouncing atop me, until one final squirt of the rich fluid ran between my legs and over my hips to the carpet.

Dr Yulia's knees then gradually lifted up to her chest, and she fell over sideways, forcing me to turn sideways too until I slid out of her. She then lay curled up in the foetal position, clips still on her breasts, dribbling from both ends, shaking and uttering deep grunts.

I was just lying next to her until she said in a deep voice "my arse, do my arse". She wanted more? I hesitated, but then it came again: "my arse", louder this time. I lay with my penis aligned with her buttocks and slid inside. It may not have been surprising, but I slid in the wrong way - or was that the right way? - the first time and earned a grunt of "no!"

I pulled out and found the other, tighter entry, sliding deep and earning what really sounded like a drawn-out sigh of relief from her. I was surprised to have lasted this long, but by now it was only a few moments before I unloaded deep into her. As I started to relax from this last effort, cramp started to take control of me, and I, too, curled into the foetal position.

My thought processes seemed vague now, and I dreamed that I was being lifted up, even that I saw Dr Yulia being lifted up, by several ladies each. As I was carried into an adjoining room I realised it was really happening, and my last sight of Dr Yulia was her being carried into another room. I remember being given something salty to drink and being massaged in all sorts of places, and then I was gone. 

When I awoke there was a dim light in the room and a lady was sitting by the bedside. She saw me move and immediately lifted by shoulders and held a cup to my lips. I drank, starting deeply but was told to slow down. I felt massaging of my calves and shoulders and drifted back to sleep for a while.

When next I awoke I was in my own room, it was brighter, and the Goddess was sitting beside me. I asked her if everything was OK, and she told me it was fine and she was pleased with me. She gave me something to eat and drink, which helped perk me up.

The Goddess told me that Dr Yulia had asked to do some tests on me, and that the tests had been a little more intimate than she had expected. Apparently I had been seduced in the name of scientific research, and Yulia and I had been monitored very closely by a team of enthusiastic observers.

The community now had very good data on a relationship between libido, pain and exhaustion. In addition, most of the others in the community had been watching by video link, which explained the sudden arrival for the cavalry to care for both of us.

Dr Yulia was still not fully conscious, twenty four hours afterwards, but the Goddess said, with a smirk, that she had had enough sexual pleasure to get her through that period. I told her I thought I had too.

Apparently the overwhelming opinion amongst the ladies now was that they all wanted long appointments rather than brief dates. They wanted to see if they could have some of what Dr Yulia had had. However, I was going to be in recovery for a little while longer, and under the care of another doctor. This was not because of any fault on Dr Yulia's part, but merely because she had not yet recovered. Apparently, she was now a bit of a celebrity.

Me, I was finished for now. Two ladies escorted me back to my room, fed me and gave me plenty to drink. Then they undressed me, washed me, dried me and put me to bed. They must have thought I was in danger of rolling out of bed, because they too undressed and got in with me, one on each side. 



Irkutsk Ch. 13



Not another kidnapping?

As usual I was awoken by a beautiful lady, or two in this case. The "wedges" who had been preventing me from rolling out of bed had vanished. What was not usual was that these two ladies were fully dressed in outdoor gear and not looking friendly. I vaguely recognised both of them. The one closer to me snapped "Come with me. Now." She handed me my dressing gown and I followed her, putting it on as I went. 

We entered a lift, with several other ladies also dressed in outdoor gear. There was a strange mood of aggression as the ladies surrounded me. A hood was placed over my head and held firmly over me and I could see nothing. After a short while the lift door opened and I was carried out and along until I heard a car door and I felt myself shoved in a seat. I smelled ether and the world went black again.

When I awoke I was naked on my back in a bare room on a bare mattress with no bedclothes. I was strapped down firmly, with some sort of elastic band holding my cast just above the bed. I had a rock-hard erection, which I suspected was chemically induced as I was not feeling at all erotic.

A lady I recalled only slightly walked in. She was naked and she knew precisely what she wanted. She climbed straight over me and impaled herself on me. She said nothing - well, no words anyway. She grunted a little which increased after a few minutes when she had a brief orgasm. She got up, again without a word, and walked out of the room.

And she walked out the door another girl came in, and repeated the process with nary a variation. And then a third, a fourth, and a fifth, until I lost count. After what may have been twenty times even the papaverine wasn't making the grade, and the next woman gave me an injection. I was hard again and the cycle started. At one point I noticed the first girl coming in for a second turn. By this time I was chafed and sore, and in need of yet another injection. Well, I didn't want one, but I got one anyway. From the way they used the syringe, and from the speed and intensity of the effect, it seemed they had increased the dose.

As the ladies went through their second turn, I noticed a smell of alcohol at times, and the girls seemed a little less enthusiastic. Eventually one lady left the room and no-one else returned. Still no-one had said a word to me.

Various forms of transport

I was left sore and tied up on a cold bare bed. I was still rock hard, but for the present uninterested in sex. I noticed some blood running down my thigh along with the cocktail of fluids left there by the ladies. I wondered if I was going to be damaged permanently. As I lay there I looked around the room and recognised familiar signs.

This was the room where Tina had brought me! After listening for a while and hearing nothing, I started to struggle against my bonds. I was eventually able to untie myself, but was not able to loosen the arrangement holding my cast to the simple iron bedhead. I was, however, able to separate the bedhead from the rest of the bed and lift the bedhead over my shoulder.

I walked to the door, opened it, and looked out. I could see the front door across the entrance way, in fact I could see two. My vision seemed to be damaged. To my right I heard snoring coming from another room. I chose the left image of the front door and walked carefully across, opened it and looked out. It was pitch dark, windy and freezing. There was some drifting snow – even in late spring it can be very cold in Siberia.

I had no option - I knew the basic direction to the main centre and set off. I must have looked a sight - naked, barefoot, erect, covered in various fluids and bleeding from my groin, marked with in bruises old and new, with my right arm in a cast and carrying a bedhead. However, I hoped there was no-one to see me, or at least not one of the ladies from this house.

I recalled it had taken about ten minutes to get there by car from the main house when I had come here with Tina. I had no clear idea of tonight's drive here. The road had been rough and Tina and I had probably been averaging about thirty kilometres an hour. That meant about five kilometres to go. I was glad I had an idea of both the direction and the distance - I don't think I would have been able to persuade myself to tackle the walk otherwise, not in such circumstances.

I counted a thousand steps and changed the position of the bedhead. My feet were now numb and I hoped I wasn't stepping on anything too sharp. Another thousand steps and another change. Every now and then I would stop and listen for any pursuit. Another thousand steps, and another, and another. I could see that my feet were now bleeding; I was leaving blood in my footprints.

The bedhead weighed a ton. I was shivering with cold. I wanted sleep. I wanted to rest my sore arm inside its cast. I wanted to stop the chafing between my legs.

Another thousand steps. Eventually I saw faint lights ahead as I started another count of a thousand.

As I finished that count and started yet another the lights had become shapes - two buildings, each with a light gleaming from a window beside a door. Again I chose left, but fortunately as I approached the two buildings became one.

At seven thousand, six hundred and eighty three I reached the door. Locked! I walked to a window and smashed the bedhead into it. Having carried it for so long it felt good to make some use of it. The window broke and I slid the bedhead around the frame to clear the shards. However, as I climbed through I felt some pain somewhere, but combined with the pain in so many other places I didn't realise where until I saw more blood running down my chest - I had cut my neck on some of the glass.

I couldn't remember my way around so I just wandered. I went down four flights of steps. I'm sure it was another thousand steps later, although I hadn't been counting, that I saw a big double door with a car - my Lada! - up against it. I called out, and several voices called back in reply. They were trapped inside the meeting room.

I got inside and wondered for a moment where the steering wheel had gone. Ah yes, left hand drive! I was able, however, to undo the handbrake with my left hand and put the car in neutral. I struggled for a while to roll it back, but eventually got a few feet back and opened the door. The ladies looked at me, frozen in horror for a few seconds.

I must have looked a sight, naked, windswept, bruised and bleeding, blue with cold and shivering, carrying a bedhead over my cast. Then Dr Yulia grabbed a first aid kit and approached me.

"No!" I called out desperately. Everyone stopped for a second time. "They'll be coming after me. We have to prepare!"

The Goddess asked what happened and I explained as simply as possible. "But what is this?" she asked, pointing to the bedhead? I just told her to get someone to take it off, she had to prepare for the invasion. She asked me where the other ladies were, and I told her they had kidnapped me and taken me to the big house on the border. Then she just took over.

Two ladies found out a way to separate me from my iron maiden (I never bothered to ask how), while Dr Yulia quickly checked me over and dressed my wounds. Another lady brought me some warm clothes, while the Goddess kept the others busy with a variety of orders. Ten minutes after I had opened their door, we were all in a bus with a large quantity of supplies and other items, with the Goddess driving out of one of the surface garages in the opposite direction from the big house on the border.

I recognised the bus as the one that had collected us after I had been chased across the countryside on that first day. I was sitting in a front seat with Dr Yulia. Dominika was driving and the Goddess was across the aisle from me. I asked her where we were going.

"We have a big boat at the northern tip of the island, and that's where we're going first. Then we leave the island."

"And go where?" I asked.

She turned and looked bleakly at me. "I don't know". The Goddess - my Goddess - turned back again to talk to Dominika who was focusing on the task at hand, driving on the rough winding road. I told the Goddess that I wanted to discuss something with her, but she just ignored me. She was clearly assisting Dominika to drive that big bus on the rough narrow road in the dark. I recalled driving the tiny Lada on a similar road and understood the complexity of this task.

After a while we came to the water. A large jetty with a big boat - perhaps a hundred feet - was highlighted by the headlights. The Goddess and Maria walked to the jetty and along a gangway into the boat, while most of the others picked up equipment and followed them. Dr Yulia and Dominika virtually carried me out of the bus and down to the boat. After a few trips the ladies had loaded everything from the bus, and Maria started the boat. Someone cast off the lines and we sailed off into the dark night.



Irkutsk Ch. 14



I'm sorry about the short last chapter, but this story doesn't always break into constant-size chunks. This one is longer than most - I hope that makes up for it. And thank you for your continuing feedback, positive and otherwise. You are all reading my story, which I very much appreciate.

A new beginning?

I approached the Goddess. "Goddess, I need to talk to you."

"You can't call me Goddess" she replied "I have failed. I can't protect my ladies."

I repeated: "Goddess, I need to talk to you."

"Call me Chris" she said.

"Goddess, I must talk to you."

She looked at me curiously "what do you want?"

I told her I wanted to help. I asked her what she had in mind, and she replied that she was out of ideas. She had used up her energies and most of the enormous amount of money the ladies had in buying the island and fitting it out. She couldn't go back; she was too concerned about the risks of exposing her remaining charges to those who had kidnapped me (the second time, she told me with a humourless smile). She had nowhere to go. She had failed to protect those who had trusted her.

"We can provide for all these ladies." I told her. "Come with me to Australia, and I promise you we can all make a life there."

"And start afresh from nothing?" she said, still with that bleak smile.

"Well, not exactly nothing." I replied. "I have some assets and we can make a start with that."

"We kidnap you. We rape you repeatedly. We break your arm and kidnap you again and rape you again and then make you walk naked across the wilds of Russia bleeding and carrying a bedhead..." she broke off into nervous laughter.

I put my hands - well, one hand and one cast - on either side of her head and made her look at me. "I love you, Goddess. I want to make my life with you."

She gave me a thousand-yard stare and went off to talk to Maria. That's a sign of failure with women, I thought - I tell her that I love her and want to spend the rest of my life with her, and she just walks off without a word.

The engines stopped, and The Goddess returned with Maria. She called the others around. She told them we were drifting in the middle of the lake, safe from the rebel ladies here, and safe from drifting into shallows or rocks. For a few minutes. She told them that she could no longer provide them with a life safe from the harsh treatment of Russians including, now, half of their own Brigade. She told them that I had an idea about how I might be able to provide what she could not, and asked them to listen to me.

"This will sound like a silly idea..." I started. Someone said in a stage whisper, "We're the experts on silly ideas.", and there were a few laughs.

I went on "You have tried everything possible to make a home in Russia, among Russians. I think, however, that you would find Australian attitudes more fair-minded. I have a few houses and a little money, and I think we could make a new start there. I love you and your Goddess and I am immensely proud to have been associated with what she and you have been doing beside Lake Baikal.

"I want her to be my wife. I want to live with her in Australia, and I want you all to come with us and make your lives in Australia. I don't know what careers you had apart from sports, but I think we can find worthwhile jobs for many - perhaps most - of you in Australia. I can tell you that many country towns in Australia are desperate for doctors, and those of you with medical qualifications would be very welcome. I am confident we could find a place for all of you.

"I suggest that we find somewhere to regroup, stay there for a while and make contact with the Australian government to try and seek residency for you all there. The Goddess could come as my wife if she could bring herself to agree. What do you think?"

Silence. More silence. Then one hand went up. "Can we stay together?" Tina asked.

I looked at the Goddess, who nodded. Suddenly they all came forward and we had one enormous group hug. Every one of them was crying. The Goddess was crying. I wasn't crying: I winced in pain...until I started crying too.

I looked at the Goddess and asked if we could speak privately.

"This is private - just my family." she replied.

So I told her I was serious. "I love you and I want you to be my wife".

"Do you want twenty wives?" she replied. I told her that I wanted her to be my wife. If that meant we lived alone that was what I wanted. If that meant I had twenty wives then that was what I wanted. If it meant we had twenty children then that was what I wanted.

She looked at me through her tears and said, "Yes, yes, I love you, yes", and leapt forwards and hugged me again. And again, all the others hugged us both.

"So - how will our family look?" I asked. My Goddess told me she wasn't sure, but she wasn't brave enough to tell her ladies, or at least those who were still part of the group, that they were going to miss out on sex with me and she didn't think I was either. We left it at that for now.

Then Maria told us we had practical things to do, and returned to the helm. She restarted the engine and off we went. For the moment I knew not where and cared not where. I was just about falling over with fatigue and pain, and I just lay down and went to sleep.

I didn't need any of Dr Yulia's potions to help me sleep. I found out later that I had just lain down in the middle of the floor and started snoring. My ladies had put a pillow under my head, some blankets over me and made sure they walked around my little speed hump in the middle of the cabin floor.

When I awoke it was half-light. I wasn't sure if it was early morning or evening, but I was comfortable on the thick carpet and still very tired, so I continued dozing, eyes closed but half-aware of what was happening around me. The movement of the water seemed less, and I could vaguely hear sounds of waves on rocks, so I presumed we were tied up somewhere. There seemed little activity on the boat and no sense of urgency, so I just stayed where I was and drifted off to sleep again.

I awoke with a sense of urgency. I opened my eyes and saw Ekaterina's eyes about six inches away, staring straight into mine. She was kneeling beside me. She told me it was time to go.

"Have we got time for a quick kiss" I asked, and she held me for a moment, kissing me. Then she stood up and held out her hand to help me up. I accepted the help, standing and waiting for a moment to reorient myself. Ekaterina told me that it was time to leave the boat now.

I looked around and saw we were alone. I continued to hold her hand and she towed me out and onto the gangway.

All the others were on a bus. The engine was running and they were all looking at Ekaterina and me with worried looks. Ekaterina dragged me into the bus and we were off before the door was even closed. I saw Dominika at the wheel. Ekaterina pushed me down into one of the front passenger seats next to my Goddess and left us without another word, walking further back to find an empty seat.

My Goddess looked at me intensely, almost fiercely, and said "Now: tell me what happened."

"A group of ladies woke me and grabbed me. The ladies who had been with me had gone. My head was covered and I was dragged into a car. I was taken to a place that I later learned was the big house at the edge of your property - the one where deliveries are made.

"I was stripped and tied to a bed. They injected me with something - papaverine I think - and they raped me in turn. I think they all had two turns. After that I'm not entirely sure, but they seemed to get drunk and go to sleep. I didn't look to check. I was able to get free of the bonds - all except for those tying my cast to the bedhead - and make my way out of the house and back to the main house."

"What I want to know now", the Goddess interrupted determinedly, "is where are the rest of my ladies? I have lost some of my Brigade as a result of their own choice. Their decision means that I no longer have to take responsibility for their welfare. However, I need to know where the others are. I need to make arrangements for their welfare. Do you know what happened to these others?"

"I don't think there were any others" I replied. "I don't yet know every one of your ladies, and I haven't counted yet, but I think you've got everyone except for the kidnappers...that is, last night's kidnappers." Briefly the odd thought struck me that I had been kidnapped from my kidnappers. I was a double kidnap victim, or could you call the second time a rescue?

My Goddess interrupted my brief and inappropriate humorous thoughts: "Twenty four ladies here. Twenty five including me. Then there were those who captured you last night. I need to know what happened to the others."

I realized I had worse news for my Goddess than she expected. "I couldn't count them last night, but I had thought about twenty. If there are twenty five here, I think there must have been nineteen last night. I'm sorry, but I think all nineteen were involved in the mutiny."

I could see the grief in her eyes for a moment, then she turned and called Dr Yulia to come forward. Dr Yulia came and sat on the floor beside the Goddess and they put their heads together and chatted quietly for a while.

Then Yulia looked up and me and asked: "how many of them raped you?"

I told her I couldn't be quite sure, but had thought it was about twenty. I now knew there couldn't have been more than nineteen, so nineteen was now my best guess.

"And you say some of them twice?"

Again I told her I couldn't be sure, but I thought they had all had two goes.

"You had sex thirty-eight times last night?"

"Well yes, they gave me at least two of those injections. I didn't orgasm myself, and whenever I wilted they repeated the dose. Plus, there were a couple of others beforehand - you were one." I noticed an embarrassed look on Yulia's face.

My Goddess spoke up then. "That's incredible - no, I do believe you Michael, but thirty eight times! That explains why you were chafed and bleeding, but it doesn't explain the cut on your neck."

I explained I had had to break a window to get back into the house, and cut myself climbing through.

"So what about your feet? What happened to them?"

I explained that it had been a long walk in the dark, and I had stumbled on rocks or sharp plants or something.

Dr Yulia spoke up again: "You walked! Are you telling me you had sex thirty-eight times, untied yourself, escaped while carrying a bedhead and wearing a cast, walked naked and bleeding six kilometres in the dark in a temperature of about 2 degrees C from a place you had never been to before, broke into our community, then pushed your car from the door to release us?"

I explained that seemed to paint a picture that was a little more dramatic than the truth. I hadn't played much of part in the sex, I was just tied up and jumped on thirty-eight times. I had been to the house before in daylight with Tina, so I had an idea of the way home. Also, carrying a bit of extra weight helped me keep warm in the low temperatures.

The Goddess looked strangely at me. "You're downplaying this? I suppose this happens to you all the time does it?"

I gave her a wry smile "Actually, I have been kidnapped for forced sex with multiple women once before." Dr Yulia went into a coughing fit and I heard muffled laughter behind me.

The Goddess just covered her mouth with her hand and fell silent for a moment, but I couldn't help noticing the sparkle in her eyes. After a while she said, "So why didn't you try to escape altogether?"

I had to think about that: "The thought didn't even occur to me. I was worried about you and I wanted to get home. Now that I do think about it, even if I had wanted to return to my old life, I had no idea how far or which way it was to Khuzhir, and even if I could get there I didn't fancy the idea of turning up there in my condition."

"Well, I'm pleased that you thought of our community as your home, but sadly we can never go back."

This seemed to segue into what I really wanted to discuss. I asked my Goddess if I could speak more about my plans for the future. Yes she was happy for me to do that, but not here.

"We will get to Ulan-Ude in a couple of hours and we'll get some rooms there. We can talk about the future tomorrow. Until then you are Dr Yulia's patient - and not her lover!" She gave Dr Yulia a meaningful look. I nodded as if I knew what or where Ulan-Ude was.

Dr Yulia took my hand and led me further back in the bus to where there was a bench seat and a big first aid cabinet. She helped me undress and got me to lie across the bench seat. Before she covered me with a blanket I heard gasps when the ladies saw my injuries. She held me up to have something to drink and laid me gently back down. She leaned over me and told me I would sleep for a long while. She gave me a kiss and I went to sleep straight away, still feeling her lips on mine.

I woke up in a big bed and not the seat in the bus. I felt stiff almost everywhere except the one place I usually feel stiff on waking. Otherwise I felt remarkably good, but I needed to go to the toilet.

As soon as I sat up Maria, who had been sitting beside me, went and spoke to someone, while I relieved the pressure on my bladder. When she returned she told me we were in Ulan-Ude and I had been asleep for thirty-six hours. I gathered Yulia's potion had been responsible for this. She also told me that the Goddess wanted to see me, but for a little while she would just sit and hold my hand. It was pleasant there for a brief moment, relaxing with a beautiful, loving woman paying me attention

A few minutes later my Goddess came to talk. "I want you to know that we believe and trust you completely about what happened the night after our meeting" she said. "The evidence is completely consistent. We realise, however, that we have been extremely lucky in finding a man who can satisfy our sexual needs, who accepts our - my - authority, and who has both the will and the resources, both personal and practical, to provide such support to our community.

You have succeeded where I, their Goddess, have failed. You are now our leader. Our God, if you wish. There is one piece of information that I think you should know. There is only one of the twenty-five remaining members of the Brigade who has not had sex with you at some stage of your time here. And since, one way or another, all nineteen rebels had their way with you, there is just one of the original forty-four who has still waiting.

Tatiana is still a virgin and has been reminding me constantly she is the only one to miss out with you. She has been pressing me to correct that lacking as soon as possible. I would like to call a meeting, but I think it is fair for Tatiana to share your bed beforehand. Not only fair, but if she is to be able to understand the issues I want to discuss, I think she needs to be able to make her decision knowing what it means to share your bed.

Dr Yulia says you are not completely recovered, but are making good progress and capable of taking care of Tatiana's needs. Would you mind if she came to your bed now?"

What could I say? It was a reasonable request and I was starting to feel better. I was becoming very much aware that after a combination of a very busy period and a very long sleep I had not had sex for two days. I told my Goddess that that would be fine.

She turned and nodded to Maria who had been waiting at the door, and Maria disappeared. She reappeared only a few seconds later with a vision from a Botticelli painting. The Goddess reached for the vision's hand, brought her forward and introduced her to me.

Tatiana was a fragile beauty, delicate and pure, from her very pale long blonde hair to her blue eyes with impossibly long eyelashes. She was wearing a simple white knee length dress, which somehow didn't give the virginal impression that usually goes with such attire.

On closer examination I saw that it was completely see-through and I could tell she was wearing nothing underneath. Her feet were bare too. She had a single braid of hair around her brow.

"Tatiana is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen", my Goddess told me "and she has never had any sexual contact with a man...or any woman other than herself, for that matter. However, she tells me she has masturbated several times a day since well before her sixteenth birthday, dreaming of a man who will complete her sexual education. She is, to use her own words, horny enough to cut glass and desperate for you be the one to cure her virginity. She says she will do absolutely anything for you, and whatever you do will be her dream come true. Pain, pleasure, temptation, even withholding of sex for a little while, will all be a pleasure to her as long as it comes from you or with you. And although she is our youngest Lady at twenty four, she is an adult and capable of making up her own mind." My Goddess looked sideways at Maria and smiled faintly with this last sentence.

I looked at Tatiana and asked her if she understood what the Goddess had said.

"Yes", she replied with a definite emphasis.

"And do you agree?"

"Yes", again.

I looked up at Maria and my Goddess, and suggested that they leave me alone with Tatiana.

"No", my Goddess answered, "we will leave if you wish, but Tatiana wants her friends to watch. She looks pure and innocent - in fact she is in many ways pure and innocent, but she has depths of lust, including being an exhibitionist, which her appearance belies. She wants you to take her virginity in front of an audience, if you will agree to do that for her."

I asked Tatiana who she wanted to be watching.

She looked me directly into my eyes, straight at my soul and said with an enchanting, disarming smile, "Every one of these Ladies, if you don't mind."

I looked at my Goddess questioningly and she told me that she had hired an entire wing of this hotel including a conference room. In anticipation of my consent, the conference room had been set up for such an event.

I turned back to Tatiana and asked her whether she wanted others to play any part in this.

"No", she answered, "they can watch, and they can even masturbate as long as they don't interfere with you and me. But I want to be touched by no-one but you the first time. Please allow me this pleasure. You can do whatever you want with me, or to me. But just you alone. Please. After I have had my pleasure they can join in and do anything they want."

I didn't tell her that nothing on earth could have prevailed upon me to turn down such a beautiful woman, or so simple and moving a request. I simply replied that I would be proud to share that with her and took her right hand in my left hand.

My Goddess and Maria showed us through the door, where I saw what was clearly all the remaining Ladies form an escort for us as we walked down the corridor into a large open room. There was a huge but very low circular bed in the middle and a circle of leather armchairs surrounding it. Our escorts led Tatiana and me to the bed, and then closed around us so that each was seated comfortably only about three feet from the edge of the bed.

I helped Tatiana into a sitting position on the bed and then suddenly remembered I was naked. I was also now erect. In this surreal scene and among such intimate friends the usual sense of vulnerability and exposure that affects us all whenever we are naked in front of others simply hadn't occurred to me. I leaned forwards and kissed Tatiana's lips, placing my cast behind her shoulders as support.

Her tongue gently explored my mouth, but after a few moments she tilted her head back, looked me in the eye and said, "I will never be able to thank you enough for this. Just know that whatever you want to do will be right for me."




Irkutsk Ch. 14



Then she put her lips back to mine and showed me how passionate and loving she was. She leaned back and pulled me on top of her, still kissing me. Then she started fondling one of my nipples with one hand with feather-light touches. The other hand she just ran up and down the back of my neck.

Both these actions sound very simple, but somehow they she shifted my libido into overdrive. As if that wasn't enough she started a gentle rotation of her hips against my thigh. I don't know quite how, but next she manœuvred herself until she was humping through her dress of cheesecloth-type material directly onto my erection.

I could feel the damp heat radiating from her. As if that wasn't enough she moved her right hand from my nipple and lined up her small, pointed breasts directly onto both of my nipples, massaging them with hers.

And then she started running her right index finger from the top of the cleft between my buttocks, still with the feather-light touch, up my spine to meet her left hand on my neck, and then back down again. Then just briefly she took her left hand from neck-massage duties to turn my head sideways and instead changed from kissing me to sucking gently on my earlobe.

I felt as if I was being massaged by a dozen sexy women, all synchronising their movements together.

I looked up for a moment and saw some of the audience had undressed and several hands were on breasts and between legs. Tatiana's performance seemed to be having the same effect on the audience as it was on the main subject! After a little more of this I whispered to Tatiana that if she kept up she was going to have to deal with a mess on her lovely dress.

Briefly taking her tongue out of my ear she replied that that would be very sad because she'd just have to suck me to hardness and start from scratch again. But she could understand that after all those sexy women using me for their pleasure but not allowing me to enjoy it, and then going for two days without sex, I must be ready to burst.

Then she changed the motion of her hips until she was sliding straight up and down on me. At the same time she intensified her other movements. Clearly her idea of dealing with premature ejaculation was to let it happen and then deal with it. And then without further warning the prophecy fulfilled itself. All over her dress. It felt divine.

Tatiana pushed me up to a sitting position beside her and indicated I should stay there while she stood up. "Look around you" she said.

I had forgotten for a moment that we were not alone, and looked up from her. The room was full of naked or almost naked women. Some were masturbating. I could see the volleyballers, one lying down on her back while the other, watching us intently, was sitting on her face and pulling and twisting her own nipples.

Then Tatiana started a sexy, twisting dance, watching me intently. She lifted the hem of her dress and revealed her slim thighs. Lifted further revealing just a little soft blond hair that did nothing to conceal her neat little pussy, shiny with my juices or hers, or both.

Lifted further to reveal swelling hips and a tiny waist with a thin gold chain joining her navel piercing to a clitoris piercing. Lifted further again to show me her pointed breasts, looking ready to burst and with tiny dark swollen nipples pointing upwards.

And then finally lifted over her head and this lovely woman was naked, naked and dancing for me. She folded the dress so my wet patch was uppermost, and then ran her finger though it. She put her finger to her mouth to taste it, and then ran her finger down to her pussy. Then she turned and walked slowly around the edge of the bed, holding the dress out. Each of the girls touched the damp patch, and each of them then put their fingers straight to their mouths.

The scene seemed like some midsummer ritual, with Tatiana as the virgin sacrifice...no, as the High Priestess, and me as the central figure. I stood beside the bed as realised all eyes were on me. I could feel the sexual energy from all around me focused between my legs, and then felt a fresh power as I gradually swelled and lifted again.

Tatiana took it gently at first with both hands, then sat down, slowly bringing it to her lips. Almost there, she looked up at me and said, "It doesn't need much sucking to hardness now, but I'm going to have just a little because I promised myself I would." And her lips engulfed me and slowly slid downwards. I could feel her tongue sliding around inside her mouth as she moved down slowly, so slowly. As the took more and more she lifted off the bed to position herself better, moving a little from side to side.

When she was about half way down she turned me around and made lie back on the bed, and then moved herself around so she was kneeling over my face and again so slowly sliding down towards my face. I looked up at the labia now parting only a few inches above my head, starting to reveal the inner labia already with dribbles forming on them.

I started to lift my head to taste, but as soon as I did, two ladies appeared, one each side, and gently pushed me back down.

Ekaterina said in a low voice "Tatiana wants you to let her do this to you."

I lowered my head, but it didn't matter. A few seconds later the dribbles fell near my mouth and I licked them up. The I relaxed again to enjoy the beautiful sight inches over me and the sensations of this angel fellating me. It seemed Tatiana was connected with all these other ladies, and they were all enjoying me through her. I then felt her lips reach the very bottom, and then, just as slowly, she started on the return journey.

I had the odd feeling that I was swelling and hardening even more, but that was impossible inside this delicate lady's mouth. After what seemed like an hour she lifted her mouth away from me and turned again to face me.

"Do you mind if I kiss you after that?" she asked.

I replied that she could do anything she wanted to me now and I would want more. She pressed her lissom body against mine, moving around just a little against me, as she kissed my lips, my nose, my eyes, all over my face. Then she moved to an ear and said very firmly: "Now you must take me. Now!"

Tatiana laid beside me on her back, legs slightly open, her breathing a little heavy. As I moved over her she looked pleadingly at me. "No more foreplay. Please, now!"

It was temptimg to say no, but despite my climax only a minute or two ago, I desperately wanted to be inside her. I placed myself between her legs, and started to thrust gently. Tatiana adjusted her position so that I was steadily sliding deeper into her.

I was briefly recalled to her virgin status as I felt a little blockage which she overcame with the slightest of extra pressure and then continued to impale herself on me. It was a strange experience as she gently cradled my head giving me light kisses on my lips while her hips started a slow but firm rhythm engulfing me then releasing me.

I was doing virtually nothing as this angel beneath me took control over me, seeming to know every little thing I wanted and then forcing it upon me. In no time at all she was in the grip of orgasm, suddenly tensing as she stopped kissing me for a moment, making little noises in her throat.

For a moment she stopped moving as Maria brought her a drink with a straw and she drank briefly. Again, the other ladies seemed directly connected with her wishes and needs.

Then she looked at me and said "I need more." Without waiting for an answer she resumed. For a brief moment I was amazed by her ability to slide her hips so far up and down while the rest of her body remained firmly pressed against me. And then again I was lost in pleasure in her control of both her own lust and mine, which was certainly far beyond any control of mine.

Another orgasm for her, another drink, and back to the rhythm. Her vagina sliding slick but tight on me. Again, and again, until I lost count. At one point I remember being thankful that she had known I had to orgasm first in order to last so long.

Tatiana continued orgasm after orgasm until she was drenched with a cocktail of sweat, and her juices and perhaps some of mine. My consciousness started to move into a world where I became my penis and I felt I could see her pussy sliding up and down all around me.

Finally she lay back relaxed with a wonderful look of supreme happiness on her face.

Gradually I became aware that other hands were on me, and on her, and without me ever knowing we were moving I realised we were both being held upright by many hands. We were a few feet apart, still staring into each other's eyes and yet she was still sliding on me. I finally worked out that someone else - I saw the tattoos and realised it must be Ekaterina was now bent double in front of me, impaling herself on me.

Other hands and lips were all over me, on my breasts...I looked at Tatiana and saw that what I was feeling was my Goddess's lips on her breast, and yet I could feel it as if it were my own lips. And I could also feel it as if it were my own breast. Somehow I was experiencing the sensations of others as well as my own - I was certainly aware of Ekaterina's thrusting against me. Or someone, and yet I knew it was Ekaterina.

I felt a new type of orgasm and realised it was the result of fingers sliding around on my - Tatiana's - clitoris.

The last thing I can recall seeing was Tatiana's eyes on mine, fading onto our shared pleasure. And then my own orgasm, no more and no less intense than my experience of Tatiana's last few orgasms, as I exploded into Ekaterina.

My world went black, but still I could feel the orgasms, or just one orgasm as I pushed into Ekaterina/Tatiana...or was it someone else now? Eventually it seemed like a sexy dream, and perhaps it was.

Somehow, although it lasted forever, there was an afterwards. I looked around me and saw what looked like - what was - the aftermath of an orgy. Tatiana was lying back on the bed with her legs apart, murmuring some formless sounds as thick fluid dribbled out of her. My Goddess was on the floor curled up with her hand between her thighs, still gently masturbating.

One of the volleyballers was face down on the floor, her knees up to her breasts, still quivering with a string of fluid down to the floor from both ends. Maria was sitting sideways on Dominika's face, slumped forwards onto another lady's breast with an erect nipple between her teeth.

Everyone seemed to be still orgasming - and then I noticed I was still hard and ready. I took Tatiana's legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, and slid deep into her, slowly moving in and out just an inch or so. Without opening her eyes she reached towards me and grabbed my hips, pulling me deeper into her. Again, seemingly even in her sleep, she was taking charge. After...I have no idea how long...she rolled over on top and increased the pace. Her eyes were still closed and she was still making the strange sounds, although louder now.

After while her hands lifted to her breasts, pulling the tiny nipples hard and twisting them around. Her pace increased further and she moved one hand between her legs, sliding up and down onto my length. Eventually, with a heart rending sigh, she flopped down onto me, one hand now grabbing the base of my penis and I realised I was coming again and she could feel the pulsations of me with her hand.

For a while her vagina seemed to take on a life of its own, pulsing and thrusting slightly as the rest of her seemed lifeless and the last dregs of my orgasm emptied into her. Our energies seemed to drain out of us simultaneously, and we slept.



Irkutsk Ch. 15



Another long chapter without a great deal of sex. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. 

I awoke I know not how much later, hard as usual. I had been dreaming of a succubus giving and taking surreal pleasures and realised Tatiana was still asleep on top of me, obviously also dreaming of sex. I must have moved as I awoke and she was conscious moments later. Immediately she ramped up the action. Soon she was forcing herself vigorously onto me and then tensing in orgasm as I reciprocated with my own. Suddenly I felt the sudden gush of our shared fluids running down my sides.

Tatiana's eyes opened and she slowly looked around at the scene of the brigade's shared pleasure. She looked down at me, leaned gently forward and kissed me, and said "Thank you. I had desperately needed that. All that: last night and now. It was all I had dreamed of and much, much more."

As she lifted off me I wasn't sure if she was in pain, or had another brief orgasm as she groaned and more dribbled out of her.

She took my hand and said, "I need sustenance, I think you do too." She led me out into a kitchen and started making toast. Over the next few minutes other ladies started drifting into the kitchen. All of them were naked or at least partly exposed. Clearly they were comfortable in my presence. I was starting to get used to this, but these ladies were just as at ease relaxing naked with each other, and now with me, as they were enjoying sexual pleasure with us.

Then Tina walked in with my Goddess and Dr Yulia, and I remembered her embarrassment about others knowing she was having sex. Now, however, she too seemed comfortable naked, chatting with others around her.

I looked around me and recognised all the girls I had shared episodes with. However, I had come to know some of the others, and there were many faces missing. I noticed other ladies also looking about taking census to see who we had left back on the island. I could see that although they had known on the bus that they had lost many of their number, they were only just coming to understand how their group had been cut almost in half.

I was aware of the Kübler-Ross model of the five stages of grief (Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance), and I thought I detected one or two signs of denial, some of anger, and many of depression. Some were clearly still coming down from the high of whatever they had been doing while I had been enjoying Tatiana's company. I looked at my Goddess and Dr Yulia who were talking about the future, and I wondered if they could possibly already have progressed to acceptance.

This was not the first time I had seen their leadership in action and I thought perhaps they were already working out details for a future. I thought I might be of some help in their planning, so I gently kissed Tatiana farewell for the present and went to speak to the leader of this Brigade and to the lady I had come to accept as second-in-charge.

I told my Goddess and Dr Yulia that I would like to speak again to our smaller group. I had some recommendations for my Goddess, but I felt they also would best be presented to her in public. The two ladies glanced at each other and that appeared sufficient for them to have come to an answer.

Dr Yulia arose and called all those present to gather around so we could speak to them all. They responded very quickly and I felt that they were looking forward to a positive direction they could take in their lives rather than just escaping from a third major rejection.

First there had been a Russia that should have appreciated their sporting achievements for their country. Second a military that should have appreciated their potential to strengthen Russia's defence. And now nearly half of their own Brigade who had left them trapped underground, with a real possibility of dying of starvation.

The ladies surrounded us and I wanted to be able to address them all, so I stood and slowly turned around as I spoke, so I was facing each of them for at least a part of what I wanted to say.

"Ladies. I am the junior member of your group, but I want you to know that I have come to feel an integral part of your Brigade and I share your loss. You already know some of what I am about to tell you, but to avoid any confusion, and to ensure no-one misses out on the whole truth I will tell you as much as I know of what happened yesterday.

"You saw the very start when some Ladies captured me. Nearly half of your number took me to the house near the border of your area of the island. They made it clear to me that I was to be used for sex and nothing else. Before you react to this, just remember that this was your original plan for me, so I don't want you to be upset on my behalf.

"What distresses me more is that I have been the unwitting cause of this split in your very close-knit community. It may look as if these ladies planned to leave you to starve in the secure meeting room, and I cannot tell you with any certainty that they didn't have that in mind. However, I don't believe that was their intention, and I believe your first step needs to be to decide whether your Brigade can be made whole again."

At this point my Goddess interrupted me, saying that she wanted to be sure, and she was sure everyone else present wanted to confirm, if there was anyone they had left behind who had not mutinied. She wanted to show me pictures of the nineteen (she had all the information on her laptop) and ask one by one if I had seen them.

Then she wanted to try ringing the mutineers and speak to them. However, I wanted to make a suggestion before she spoke to them. I encouraged her to negotiate a possible reconciliation. If that was not possible, I suggested she should make an offer of at least a financial settlement with them, perhaps one in which she would allow them to retain the island property.

After all, she knew some of the suffering they had endured in the past, and their behaviour over the last forty-eight hours should be viewed in that context. Again that look between Goddess and Dr Yulia, and again that apparent instant understanding. Clearly I was not to be a part of that decision, at least for the present.

The Goddess went through some pictures on her laptop and showed them to me one by one. Nineteen pictures. Nineteen silent nods from me.

She turned to the others. "Before we go on, I think you need to know a little more about what happened to Michael last night. You know he was captured, and he has just told you that he was taken to the house on the border. I have just confirmed with him that all nineteen of the missing members of our Brigade were in on that.

"He was stripped and tied to a bed there, and injected repeatedly with Papaverine to keep him erect while each of them raped him in turn. When they had all taken their turn each of them raped him a second time. He was left bleeding and tied, while the nineteen went into another room and got drunk."

I was oblivious of their reactions as my head was buzzing for no apparent reason, other than that I was embarrassed and very upset. For the first time I can remember since I was a child, I was crying. In public. However I could still hear my Goddess's words burning into me.

"Michael managed to untie himself, except for his cast which had been fixed to the bedhead to keep it out of the way during these assaults. However, he was able to unhook the bedhead from the rest of the bed, and was able to lift it and carry it while he quietly sneaked out of the house.

"He had been there once before with Tina, and he remembered the way back to our underground centre. He couldn't use the car, so he walked, naked, barefoot, bruised and bleeding, carrying the bedhead with his broken arm, back to where we were trapped. He had to break a window to get back in, and cut himself getting through the broken window.

"Then he came down to our underground room and pushed his car away from the door to free us all. And all this for us, the group that had kidnapped him and systematically raped him in the first place.

"I cannot say that we are any better than the nineteen who kidnapped him from us to rape him. I don't know what would have happened to us if he had not freed us, but one possibility is that we would have died an unpleasant death of starvation.

"We all owe him our lives and much, much more. He is going to make some suggestions. I don't know what, because he wanted to tell us all together. My suggestion, however, is that you listen very carefully to him and when you consider your response, consider it in the context of what I have just told you."

I looked around me again, and suddenly felt a completely different dynamic in the room. These were my lovers: lovers sexually, emotionally, and in terms of our commitment to each other. I hadn't felt like an outsider beforehand, but now I felt one with them. I resumed my speech.

"I thank your - my - Goddess, for her words. However, I don't want you to accept my suggestion because of any opinion you may have of me. And not because of my Goddess's commendation. You must make your decision selfishly, on the basis of what is best for you. You may understand this better when I have finished.

"I want your Goddess, your leader, to speak to the nineteen. I would like her to try to reunite your Brigade. I really don't think they planned to abandon you to starve, and I will recover from what they did to me. If reunification is not possible, I would like her to negotiate with them to allow them proper ownership of the land.

"I am sure we will manage very well without them in a practical sense, but I think we must understand that they have shared your suffering for over a decade. If they have behaved wrongly, then perhaps that needs to be considered in the light of that history. If allowing them legal ownership of what will be their home can be used as a bargaining chip so you can gain access to your other assets, then perhaps that can lead to benefit on both sides. That's the first part of my three-part recommendation.

"The second part is more difficult. I want to talk about our relationship. I want you to know that I have come to love every one of you. I would like to commit my life to you, to work with you and spend our lives as a group together. However, I am not aware that your Russian laws, or my Australian laws, can provide for such a relationship.

"I spent much of my walk last night distracting myself from my immediate problems by trying to work out a way that we can make this work. I am willing to consider other ideas, but this is what I came up with. Your Goddess, my Goddess, loves each of you more than you can possibly know. She lives for your success, your peace of mind, your happiness. She cares for you as a mother does, although the relationship has many other aspects.

"My proposal, and that is the precise and formal word for it, is that I marry her in Russia, and therefore under Russian law. That will be legal under laws almost everywhere. You will be welcome to become a part of our relationship, and for anyone who wishes, in the context of our group every one of you will be a spouse to every other member of the group.

"In every way except legally I will be married to each of you in the same way that I will be married to my Goddess. And the only reason it will not be legal is that the law does not cater for a relationship such as ours. We will continue our relationship as we have since I joined your group, except that we may perhaps be twenty-six instead of forty-five.

"I will be faithful to you and love you, all of you. You will be faithful to me and to each other. If you want to leave our relationship, and you will meet many very attractive and willing men who will want to take you away, you will tell us all, and we will accept that."

I got down on one knee and looked at my Goddess, and around at my ladies. "I love you. I love you all. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do the honour of becoming my wife? My wives?"

I took my Goddess's hand and kissed it. She smiled and me and said "yes". And one by one they all came to me, kissed me, and said "yes". And I stood up again and spoke again.

"Thank you, thank you all of you, for making me very happy. I am sorry to have to spoil the moment by talking about the practicalities of our future. This is the third part of my proposal.

"You have made it very clear that Russia will never accept you. I am sure that the problems you have experienced in Russia and with Russians would ... will not happen in Australia and with Australians. My Goddess will be able to enter Australia as my wife. I don't know the full details of the background of every single one of you, but many of you are professionals, and many of you have professional qualifications. I think we could find acceptance, with a little curiosity about our unusual family, in some country town in Australia.

"It will take a little time to organise. We will need to go to Vladivostok and wait there perhaps for a few weeks or even months while I work with the Australian High Commission there, but first I need to know...is this what you want?"

And without further ado, each of them, starting this time with the Goddess, came to me, kissed me and said "yes" again. And then Dr Yulia stood and told everyone else that as my doctor she was closing this meeting and putting me to bed. She looked around and said with a wicked smile, "Putting, not taking!"

She looked at the volleyballers, and asked them to come with us. She led us to a small single bedroom and told me to get ready for bed. I went into the bathroom for a while, and when I came out one of the volleyballers was sitting beside the bed, wearing a loose track suit.

"We are to take turns staying with you and providing anything you want except sexually. We cannot even discuss that. You are to have a complete holiday for three days." She hugged me and kissed my forehead and told me to get into bed.

She sat in a chair next to me and cast her eyes down. I watched her for a few seconds, admiring her beauty, and then I must have gone to sleep. I have no idea how long I slept.

I awoke to another kiss on the forehead and opened my eyes to see a volleyballer (I couldn't tell which) smiling at me. As I got out of bed she told me quietly how much she appreciated everything I had done for her personally, from my help with the acceptance of her lesbian relationship to what I had done for the entire Brigade. "And one other thing I am forbidden for three days to discuss." she finished with a dimpled smile.

I was to get ready to travel. I went into the bathroom for a few minutes, and when I came out the bed was made and I was packed and ready to go, with fresh clothes laid out. I dressed quickly and walked with her out to the road, where the bus was waiting, engine idling and door open. As we got in I looked at everyone on board waiting for me, and apologised for keeping them waiting. My Goddess indicated I should sit with her and told me that my timing had been perfect and I was right on schedule. The door closed and we moved off.

My Goddess looked at me and started talking about my plans. Apparently everyone else had discussed my suggestions while I had been sleeping. Even the volleyballers had attended in turns.

Dr Yulia had been the one to ring the rebels, as she had been seen as more sympathetic to many of them. However, as the discussion had been positive, a conference system had been enabled so that all could speak and hear together.

The two groups, the mutineers and the remainder of the Brigade, had decided to remain separate. There had been mutual agreement about a split in the assets and finances and ownership of the land on the island. The nineteen who would stay could now be confident that they could stay on their land with enough money for the future, while we had a good financial basis for our new life, in Australia or elsewhere.

My Goddess continued, "As to your second point there was a long discussion. I would marry you today, just me or alongside the rest of my Brigade. However I cannot leave my Brigade. I need them either with us or happily settled elsewhere, every one of them. They are enthusiastic about your group marriage, but unsure how it could work. They want to talk more to you about that." I told her I understood and would work with whatever they wanted. I suggested a group meeting at our next stop. "No, they want to speak to you one by one, or at least in small groups, en route. We have a small office at the back of this bus, just in front of the toilet.

It will be cramped but there will be enough for up to five at a time if necessary. It is well insulated so it will be quiet enough. For the moment, however, I want to just sit and watch the scenery roll past holding my fiancé's hand. "By the way, we are heading to Vladivostok and will decide on your third point as we get closer, after we have settled point two. However, it is a long way, so there will be plenty of just sitting."

That suited me fine, every bit of it. I just sat there holding my Goddess's hand, talking about this farm or that car, just inconsequential things. It was a very pleasant change from the recent challenges, just to sit there next to my loved one (and with my other loved ones around us) and watch the countryside roll past.

The ladies of the Brigade made it very clear that they meant to abide by Yulia's edict. I was taken care of in any way imaginable except sexually. I was waited on hand and foot, always with at least three ladies waiting nearby to see if I wanted anything. Every time I indicated by any sign whatsoever that I was tired, I was helped to a bed. If it was daylight, screens were set up to give me a little darkness to help me sleep.

I learned later that six of the ladies took short turns of driving half an hour at a time, changing drivers on the move. This was illegal but accepted in remote areas.

We stopped every eight hours or so for about fifteen minutes, and each time I was wrapped up in fur and surrounded by ladies and taken for a short walk to stretch my legs.

After the first 24 hours on the bus I was given some exercises to do. The first ones were very light indeed and caused me no difficulty, but gradually they became more strenuous. After 36 hours they had me exercising for five minutes every hour except when I was asleep. When I asked about this they would say only "Dr Yulia's orders" and that would be it. It was a while until I could ask her myself, and then she just told me she wanted me back in shape as soon as possible. By the third day the exercises were becoming more vigorous, although still limited to five minutes at a time.

On this third day I asked if I might have a turn driving, and I was allowed to take a few fifteen-minute shifts under Dominika's close watch. However, what kept me from becoming too bored on this long drive was the meetings with the ladies, individually and in groups.

Four times every day one of the ladies would come and ask me to go to the meeting room with her. Sometimes others would be waiting for us, and sometimes it was just the two of us. On the first occasion I was with Maria, and when she closed the door I held her close and kissed her. She gave me a quick kiss and then pulled away. "You know I am just waiting for your kisses or any other attention you choose to give me, but Dr Yulia will know if we have done more than just kissing, and then these meetings will be supervised." She pulled me close again and gave me a long lingering kiss, saying, "That's to show you that if I had my way I'd be on top of you right now."

As we sat down I said to her "I gather this is a meeting to discuss how our multi-way marriage can work?" Maria nodded and smiled. "If I can have just a little while with you once or twice a year, I will do anything you want. I'll take anything I can get just to be with you."




Irkutsk Ch. 15



I explained to her that this was not the way it needed to work. "You are very beautiful, and have an endearing personality. If we go to Australia you will meet many men of your age, men whom you will find very attractive. They will all be interested in you. You will have the option of occasional trysts with me, or sharing an equal relationship with an Australian man - or woman if you wish. You are beautiful, charming and intelligent and could have your pick of many men. The arrangement we are considering is very appealing for me, an old man faced with the prospect of being surrounded by beautiful young ladies for the rest of his life, but I cannot see how it can be appealing to a young woman with her own wishes and desires. What happens if you meet a young man with intellect and drive?"

Maria replied "You cannot know how we have lived for over ten years since our nation rejected us. We became closer than you know. We became like twins - well, what do you call 44 born together? Forty-four-uplets? Whatever you call it, that's what we are. Forty-four of us sharing each other's emotions, each other's happiness, each other's sadness.

We can't communicate mentally with each other quite the same way that some twins can...except of course for the twins; they can." She started to cry, and I held her close while she went on. "Now there's only 25 of us. The fact that nineteen of us left, and left voluntarily, has left us all deeply hurt.

They must have been suffering so badly to have done that. We all worry that we should have shared you around more to include them, but even you have your limits... We were so happy when you asked us to negotiate with them. We probably would have anyway, but it showed that you understood. You just shared our suffering, and we want to share in your suffering."

She touched my plaster cast. "We have lost the 19, but we have gained you, and that has to be enough. We are not letting you go. I am not letting you go." She looked up at me. "We all get pleasure when we see another of us enjoy pleasure. The greatest pleasure is when we can be there ourselves and somehow share in the pleasure of the one who is with you. It must seem to you like an orgy, but those times, first with our Goddess, and then with Tatiana, when we were all a part of what happened, are times that bring us all together in shared pleasures. There is no jealousy, only happiness.

"But - if each of us can be a part of it in person occasionally, we refresh our understanding of the pleasure another is enjoying and that increases our enjoyment. Now that you have been with all twenty-five of us individually, each of us can take part in every occasion when you are with any one of us. That is why we are not jealous when another of us is with you. And that is why Yulia, and everyone else, would know if we lost control today and put your recovery at risk."

"So, why, if you all share in each other's pleasures, did the nineteen steal me away for themselves?" Even as I asked the question, I knew the answer, and Maria merely confirmed it.

"They had not had the benefit of time with you individually, so they had not yet learned to experience that level of pleasure. They could only relate to what they saw, and they became frustrated that they saw half of us enjoying your experiences, enjoyment that they could not yet match. You may not be able to understand how it feels for a woman to lose all male company, not just all sex with a male, for years at a time. It does strange things to your thinking process.

"We would never have kidnapped anyone in the first place if we had been thinking with our brains instead of our hormones. It was you who reminded us that the nineteen had only done what we ourselves did. Your suggestion of negotiating with them has helped us deal with the trauma of thinking they had to be our enemies. We know that you see morality as we do, and we are developing a relationship with you similar to the relationship we have with each other. This is more than we could have hoped for, and is part of the reason we have taken you as one of our own."

The issue of the nineteen I put aside for discussion later with my Goddess. I had other issues to deal with now. "So tell me how you think you would cope in a world where there was interaction with a huge range of other people - outsiders. You would be dealing with many others yourself. Men would try to seduce you. I would need to be away sometimes. Many of the pressures that you experienced on the island would be absent, but that would be made up for by a variety of new pressures - temptations you cannot imagine.

"Some ladies would be working in different places, and although we might be living together there would be times when some of you would be away for a while. Some of you could be training athletes, perhaps elite athletes, both men and women, and necessarily some bond would form, in fact a bond would be an essential part of the training relationship. Morality might be more relaxed generally. Sex is regarded by some as simply a recreation without any thought of commitment. How would that affect your thoughts?"

She replied immediately: "It is many years ago, but we all remember those days when we were training for the Olympics. Days when we were respected, admired and desired by all. Not just sexually, but acknowledged as valued leaders of the community. We were not swayed by that and focused on our one priority, which of course were our athletic performance."

Yes, of course. These were people who had faced and overcome distractions and other barriers before. They had demonstrated their determination and single-mindedness in becoming Olympic athletes. What right had I to question their ability to focus their efforts in their chosen direction?

I looked Maria in the eye and apologised for doubting her, and them. "So, do you want to commit yourself to a relationship with twenty-four other ladies and me? What rules would you expect from us all?"

Maria thought for a moment. "I would expect you to be honest with us all. I would expect you to tell us of any problems you were facing. I would expect that you would commit yourself to working for our family. I would expect that you would be faithful to us. That means you would not have an intimate or sexual relationship with anyone outside our group."

I nearly laughed - she and twenty-four other beautiful, young, supremely fit ladies were worried that an unfit middle-aged man might look elsewhere for his sexual pleasure! But I saw her expression and recognised that this was a genuine worry for her. I kissed her and promised that I would be faithful to the Lady Brigade. What did she want of me?

Her answer was simple; just keep being me. I didn't know what to say to this young lady (although not quite as young as I had first thought) who had clearly lived more than me, and was now more mature than me despite my age. I was chastened and felt now that my request to speak to the ladies one by one or in small groups had been patronising, or at least unnecessary. However, she had given me the germ of an idea that I wanted to discuss with my Goddess.

Maria and I eventually returned to the others and I went to the front seat and sat with my Goddess again. I spoke to her about my thoughts. "I have been thinking about the nineteen ladies left on the island. You have repaired your relationship and parted on good terms, but I still think parting may not be necessary."

She looked at me curiously. I went on: "I can't see why we could not assist them to come to Australia. They would fit in very well, and could develop relationships with other Australians. They could marry and have children. In this way they could overcome the barriers which led to their mutiny, and achieve a lifestyle they could not otherwise dream of. And possibly, just possibly, any of you who felt a little homesick could go back for a visit. I can still see no reason why there has to be a division between the two groups."

My Goddess looked at me and asked "Would they be your wives too?"

I hadn't thought about that and I told her so. I said I belonged to her and her twenty-four remaining ladies. I was willing to restrict myself to these twenty-five, but I would consider - just consider - include the nineteen from the island if all of those presently with us asked me to do so. I had just committed to them alone, and I was not going to ask for an exemption.

It seemed worse than greedy to ask for more than just them, and it seemed to be an invitation for a resumption of the pressures that had already torn the Brigade apart once before.

My Goddess looked at me and told me: "Don't tell us what you think we want you to say, tell us what you think or what you want."

I sat quietly for a while thinking about that. She looked at me and told me to think carefully and give my real opinion. I told her I felt that I had unwittingly caused the break-up of a family that belonged together. I thought that the mutiny had been a combination of a misunderstanding and unfulfilled sexual needs. I wanted them to be together, in Australia, but I did not want them to be tied to me as their passport there.

I was worried that I would not be able to keep up with even twenty five ladies, never mind forty-four, and I was worried that my inadequacies would cause further friction and further splits within the family. But I wanted them to reconcile and be together again. And I was convinced of one thing in particular: that Australia was the place for them. All of them. No, not them - us.

My Goddess looked at me, her head tilted a little, for ten, twenty, thirty seconds. An eternity. Then she spoke to Tina who was driving at the time, and the bus slowed to a halt in the middle of the road out there in the vast emptiness.

I noticed the full moon lighting up the flat snowy landscape, the road continuing as a straight dark line all the way to the horizon in both directions.

My Goddess called everyone to come and listen. "Michael wants to reunite the entire group. He wants us to forgive those left at the island and invite them to come with us. He wants us all to live together in Australia. He wants them - and you - to have a choice whether they will be part of our group marriage or whether to be free to marry other men - or women - in Australia.

"He is worried that he is not man enough for twenty-five of us, never mind forty-four. He believes that the mutiny occurred because he was not man enough to keep us all satisfied. I want you all to tell me what you think."

She looked first at Tina, who replied: "It would be my dream, to have us all together again. I would be willing to reduce my share of sex, or time, with Michael if that meant we could be together. Now that I have enjoyed him fully, even if only once, I can again experience that satisfaction when any one of us, which includes any one of them, receives satisfaction with Michael.

"Only a short while ago we reconciled with the nineteen, and that was something I had not dared hope could even happen. I hadn't dreamed of being united like this.

"I say yes to all of those questions, and I say thank you to Michael for making the suggestion. I would be happy for any or all of the nineteen, or any of us here, to leave the group amicably to marry someone outside, but I am not going to do that. My destiny is to share Michael with any of you, and anyone of us from the island, who wants to share him with me."

The Goddess looked at Dr Yulia, who simply said that everything Tina had said went for her as well. And one by one they all said the same thing. Finally my Goddess also agreed. With the bus still parked in the middle of the road, the Goddess rang the island and asked to speak to the group.

We all waited for ten minutes while they gathered together there on the island in the underground retreat. We had all forgotten it was 3 am! After ten minutes they were all in the meeting room (it seemed appropriate that it was the room where the mutiny had started) and my Goddess asked them all the same questions she had asked us.

And then one by one she spoke to each of them by name and asked them what their thoughts were. And one by one all nineteen gave exactly the same answers that Tina had. The same answers everyone else had given. I looked around and saw that every one of them was crying. I noticed that I was crying too. Our family was one again. Tina turned the bus around and started back again.

On the long drive back there was a sense of anticipation you could cut with a knife. I felt almost forgotten as every lady seemed engrossed in anticipation. Fortunately for me I was comfortable with this - I was now part of the family sharing that mood. For thirty hours almost no words were spoken except what was necessary.

Dr Yulia's behaviour was a little more unusual than most, but I put it down to her greater responsibility. However, when we approached Ulan-Ude again after nearly three days of unbroken driving, I nearly lost an eardrum when a shrill shriek pierced the air.

A second later I was pitched forward in my seat as the bus stopped dead in the middle of the road and my fellow passengers left the bus in record time. I was out of the bus in ten seconds myself, but I was last out.

Someone had seen the other family members waiting for us. I looked at Dr Yulia, who gave me an enigmatic smile. Clearly she had contacted them and arranged for them to meet us halfway so that the entire Brigade could be reunited as soon as possible.

A muscular lady whom I recognised as one of the chasers from that very first day, but whose name I didn't know, approached me tentatively. She came right up to me guardedly, looked me in the eye and started: "I'm sorry..."

I kissed her and told her that I wasn't sorry. There was no damage permanently done and many benefits had flowed from what she and her friends had done. I told her that they had done me and the whole brigade a favour, whatever had been intended. Our relationship was now stronger than ever and we now had a positive plan for the future.

I added that we could all understand why she had done what she did and as a result had learned more about ourselves. Then I noticed my Goddess, Dr Yulia and a couple of other ladies shepherding us all towards a building. In a short while we were all in a large conference hall. The Goddess called for silence and then spoke for a short while. She welcomed a complete gathering of the Brigade that she had never expected could occur again. She gave a brief summary of what would follow - first food, then sleep (in beds!) and then a reunion celebration.

She then asked me to speak. I looked at them and started to say the only thing I wanted to say, which was thank you, and then started choked up. I could speak no more. I just waved at everyone, and ceded the floor back to my Goddess.

She didn't need to say anything, and so she just sent everyone off to eat. Dr Yulia took my hand and led me to the dining room. As we walked she told me to listen and not to talk. She said she understood my emotional response, and another opportunity would come if there was anything I wanted to say. For the moment she was to take gentle care of me, meaning she was to ensure that eat and then sleep well. She sat me down at a small table in the large dining room and told me to stay there and she would get me what I needed.

No-one else sat at our table, or even spoke to me, but I got a few smiles and one or two pats on the back and ruffles of the hair and ladies walked past. This suggested to me that I was being left on my own to recover, rather than being left out. Dr Yulia returned a few minutes later with two plates of food and accompanied by Slava carrying a bowl of fruit and some drinks. Dr Yulia sat down beside me and Slava put the fruit and drinks down and left. Before she left, however, she lifted her demure knee-length skirt and showed me her "denim" underwear that "fitted like a second skin".

Dr Yulia told me what to eat and drink and I just did what I was told. Afterwards she took my hand and led me out for a gentle walk. It was wonderful just letting someone else take charge, knowing that they understood my situation and that I could trust them to take care of me. After the walk she told me that she needed to check me out and then ensure I got plenty of sleep.

She took me to a bedroom and helped me undress, and then examined my various battle scars. She used a portable X-ray machine to check my arm, then cut off the plaster, putting some cream on the skin and then bandaging it over a splint that was much more comfortable than the cast. She checked my feet and the glass cuts, telling me they were healing well.

Then she checked the damage that the multiple rapes had done to my tender skin. "I think you're going to be back to normal very soon." She told me "I wasn't sure it was a good idea for you to have that session with Tatiana so soon after all that damage, and it did slow the recovery a little, but although there is still a little redness you can start to get it back into operation. It should help your emotional well-being as well as that of others."

She then took me into a room next door where there was a massage table set up. She told me to get on the table and gave me a very competent therapeutic massage without a hint of sexiness. Then she undressed and gave me a very different massage using her lips, her breasts and her thighs as well as her hands.

By the time she'd finished, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind, but clearly sleep was not the next step she had in mind. She took me back into the bedroom and had me lie on her back on the bed.

She opened the outside door and Dominika and Anya came in. The contrast was tremendous, with Dominika tall and powerful, and Anya petite and cute. They were both, however, just as wonderful and sexy as each other. They both undressed and started kissing me and rubbing themselves all over me. After only a few minutes I was ready to burst, then Anya took me into her mouth and burst is exactly what I did, all down her throat.

Dominika got in beside me on one side and placed my head on her huge bicep, one large breast against my cheek. Anya got in behind me and gently kissed the back of my neck. Dr Yulia leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, smiled and me and walked out of the room. At least I think she did, but I was asleep before she reached the door.

I awoke in exactly the same position, but feeling much refreshed. Dominika was gently moving her hips back and forth and quietly moaning, and I decided she was having a sexy dream. Certainly the nipple that was right in front of my face was erect and moving with what seemed to be a little life of its own.

I didn't even have to turn my head to take it in my mouth and run my tongue around it. Both her movement and her sound went up a notch, and I felt my hand move to between her legs. It wasn't a conscious action - my hand seemed under remote control from elsewhere.

Up another notch went Dominika's reaction, and I could feel increasing dampness on my hand. Suddenly she froze, and she took my hand and removed it gently, at the same time pulling her breast away from my face.

"I'm sorry," she said, "more sorry than you could imagine, but we're not allowed to be doing this yet. Believe me, you will get what you need soon, and I'll have to spend a little while just a microsecond from orgasm." I felt another kiss on the back of my neck, and then the two ladies got out of bed and Anya helped me to my feet.

Dominika seemed dazed, almost as if hypnotised. Dr Yulia came in as if she had been watching and waiting for me to get up, and she and Anya helped me though my morning routine. It seemed odd to be cared for by two women through such mundane activities, and the oddness was increased because Dr Yulia was wearing a business suit, while still managing to radiate sexiness, and we three were completely naked. Dominika hovered in the background, looking like a sleepwalker.




Irkutsk Ch. 15



Once I was ready I was led out to the dining room and chose some fruit and coffee from a buffet. I was given a few minutes to digest this light breakfast and then Dr Yulia took my hand and the four of us went out into the conference room, Dominika trailing dazedly behind.

All the other ladies were waiting for us. I looked around and saw some were naked, some were dressed in erotic clothes or half naked, and some were dressed normally. Slava was naked and dressed at the same time. They all seemed to have been waiting for us.

The Goddess told me to show them what I could do with Dominika. How had she known that Dominika was in a strange state? I looked at Dominika and realised she was further down whatever track she was on than before. Her mouth was half open and moving oddly and her head was swaying from side to side. Her eyes were now staring into space, moving slightly right and left.

I looked at my Goddess and she just nodded encouragingly. Anya also seemed to know what was happening. I took Dominika's left hand and Anya took her right. We helped her to a kneeling position but with her knees apart and then leaned her forward so she was on all fours facing where I had been standing.

We then stretched her arms out so her head was almost on the ground but her bum was in the air - invitingly for most of the ladies who were behind her.

Anya and I returned to our previous positions in front of Dominika, and I looked again at my Goddess. She nodded again. I leaned towards Dominika and noticed she was now panting and drooling onto the floor...at both ends. I called out "NOW" and clapped my hands at the same time.

Dominika came back to us instantly, with the emphasis on "came". She instantly broke out into a violent orgasm, shaking and moaning loudly. The orgasm lasted about thirty seconds, until I noticed my Goddess looking meaningfully at me, and I lifted the unsteady, leaking woman to her feet and gave her a comforting hug.

She settled down and gradually re-entered reality, leaning heavily against me. When she had finally settled, she looked at me and said "Even though I knew what you were going to do I don't know how you managed it without touching me, but thank you. I don't know exactly where I was, but your suggestion brought me back with pleasure like nothing else I have imagined." She stayed leaning against me, and after she had regained full control, she gave me a big hug and a gentle kiss on the lips.

My Goddess stepped forwards and looked at Dr Yulia and Anya, who assisted Dominika to sit in a chair at the edge of the room. She spoke to the group: "I don't believe even Michael knows exactly what he has done, but I'll tell you that he did it with only the slightest of encouragement from me.

I want you all to know that we now a single united group. For those who have just come from the island, the rest of us have discussed what happened and we understand why you did what you did. We don't forgive you for it because there is nothing to forgive. We have just learned more about ourselves and each other.

Michael has this morning learned more about himself, and we are all learning more about what he means to our united group. "We had a vote yesterday, but now we are a single group that vote is meaningless. Michael - do you want to tell them all together?"

I addressed them all. It now seemed completely normal for me to be standing naked in front of a group of beautiful young ladies, some naked and some dressed, but all very sexy. "I want us to be one big family and for you all to come with me to Australia to live. I have an idea that is not yet finally complete, but I want to talk to the Australian Consul in Vladivostok and I am sure he will help us when he hears what I have to say.

"We could all live together, but some of us may be working in different places. I am confident you will be accepted in Australia, where society is different from Russia's. My question is, therefore, whether you want to come to Australia to live."

The muscular lady, whom I decided must have been a leader of the nineteen, stepped up to me and hugged me again. She turned to the group and said: "I helped you all kidnap this man a first time, and he repaid us with love and support beyond anything we had dreamt. I then led some of you to kidnap him a second time, and he has repaid us by creating what I think will provide what we were trying to obtain by kidnapping him, while still providing what the rest of the group want, and he offers us more, much more, besides.

"I say I will follow this man to the ends of the earth if will have me. I encourage you all to do as I am doing, but of course each of you must make her choice."

She turned back to me and said loud and clear: "I tried to take you selfishly for my part of the group alone. I did that because I didn't realise that you could provide what we all need. You are now my God. I will do anything you want, anything you say. And for just a little of what you gave Dominika a few minutes ago I would have done anything for you anyway."

She bent down as if to kiss my feet, but I lifted her up again, stood beside her and told her and her friends, in front of the group, "I am not your God. I am not anyone's God. And just in case you are not convinced, if I am God my first and last order to you is not to call me God but instead to call me Michael; not to treat me as God but treat me as an equal."

I kissed her and turned back to the group, to hear my Goddess saying, "Michael is right. We are equals. Henceforth you will all call me Chris." I leaned forwards and whispered to her that sometimes when we were alone I would still call her my Goddess. She just smiled back.



Irkutsk Ch. 16



I apologise for the delay in submitting this latest episode. Work has been very busy. And thank you all for your support and encouragement.

Chris looked around at the group and told us all that it was time for a celebration. She asked what they wanted. There was no spoken answer, but instead everyone looked at me for a moment. Then those who were wearing any clothes took them off, and two identical ladies - the twins, came and asked my permission to hold me.

I gave permission and they gently laid me on my back on the floor. One of them went down on me and had me hard in mere seconds. She then simply climbed on top and bounced up and down just twice. Then she got off and her sister did the same thing. Then one by one the entire group took their turn on me, each stealing just two thrusts.

Then a second time, this time with just one slow thrust each. At the end of this cycle I was about to come, but each time one of them lifted off, the break interrupted the flow of my pleasure.

A third time, again with just one thrust each, but a little slower this time, and then a fourth, even slower. I then noticed that while one was astride me, each of the others was fondling either herself or another lady. One way or another, each of them was receiving attention. By the time the fifth round had started, I was gritting my teeth and grunting irregularly. The ladies were doing the same thing and I wondered if they were really in the same state or whether they were simply joining in the group dynamic.

Somewhere late in that fifth cycle, one of the ladies - I have no idea who, finished me off with just that one thrust, and she clearly came at the same time. And then all the others took one more turn, each spasming with that one final thrust, before I softened and lay drained in every way.

I don't know how they managed it, but I looked around and saw forty four ladies, all in post orgasmic bliss. No, not quite all - Dominika didn't have another one. I never learned if that was her way to even up the score, or if she simply couldn't after her solo performance a little earlier. Either way, everyone seemed satisfied. I certainly was.

We all rested for a little while, and then returned to the bus and drove off. I did ask my Godde - Chris about the hotel account, and she told me it was settled.

Now we were off, all together, for Vladivostok, it was time for me to be useful. I sat with Chris and worked with her for a while, finding out details of all the ladies. We spent about three hours looking at her laptop and making notes. Apart from the doctors she had already told me about, we had two teachers, a dentist, four physiotherapists and two lawyers apart from me. Two agricultural scientists, one with a Ph D, and two vets (one specialising in large animals). Most had some other qualification including many nurses and others with sports science or massage qualifications. My ideas were crystallising.

Our second trip eastwards was calmer - a drive of progress towards a future rather than a flight away from a past. However, even with the wonderful company it was a long, long drive. We stopped two more nights before getting to Vladivostok late on the third day. Someone had arranged to take over a conference facility there, and it was comfortable, though a little sparse.

When we were settled in and had had a meal, Yulia came to see me. She told me that Romanova, the leader of the mutin... the nineteen, wanted to speak to me. I was happy to speak to any of the ladies and told Yulia so. She called out and the powerful lady who had spoken to me the day before came in. Yulia left us alone.

Romanova told me that she wanted to make arrangements for her ladies to spend time with me. There would be other priorities for the group and she understood that, but she asked if her eighteen ladies could start to organise times. I told her that the nineteen ladies could do this - I wasn't letting her leave herself out unless she was disinterested.

"No, I am very interested, but I am selfishly arranging to be the last one of all of the ladies to spend time with you. She had plans that I would not be allowed to know. I was intrigued, but clearly that was all I was going to find out for the moment. Romanova told me that three of the nineteen wanted to be with me tonight. Was that OK? Yes, that was fine. They could come and see me as soon as they wished.

I made sure that before Romanova left I pulled her to me and gave her a loving kiss. She yielded to my hug for a moment and then roughly pushed me away. "If I'm going to hold off until all the others have had a turn, you're going to have to ease off on that, otherwise my determination will evaporate and you will be kidnapped for sex again!" She smiled briefly and left.

A short while later there was another knock on my door. I went to the door and opened it to three tall, slim, beautiful ladies. All were wearing brightly coloured miniskirts, white polo-neck tops, patent leather thigh-length boots with six-inch heels, and, I suspected, nothing else. Two I recognised as the two who had come to kidnap me the second time. I recognised the third, but could not recall where I had seen her before. She told me she had been with the other two when I had been captured (the second time). She told me that the three of them wanted to make amends for their sins, and that they would do anything I wanted, anything at all.

The Goddess had told them I had forgiven them, as had the others. They had been told to use me for their own selfish sexual satisfaction - to use me as a sex object, but if it would atone for their sins they would be willing to forego the sex. The other two nodded agreement, and all three pulled their polo necks down to show leather collars with rings. They would be happy for me to tie them up, either for sex or for punishment, or both if that would help.

I knew, however, that this wasn't going to work unless these ladies - all of the Ladies - got what they wanted, whatever that was. And these were very sexy women, dressed perfectly for that role. The old term "sex on legs" came to mind. I told them that what my Goddess had told them was true - there was nothing to forgive. What I personally wanted was for them to get sex if they wanted it, exactly how they wanted it. And I would do whatever was within my power to help them get precisely that. So my wish was that each of them would tell me their fantasy. 

They said they wanted to be degraded by being reduced to mere numbers, and that I would use them as masturbation aids, and I would then be so disgusted that I would come on their boots instead of inside any of them. The two I had seen when I had been kidnapped most recently told me they were One and Two, and the other one was of course Three.

I told them this idea was cheating, that they seemed to want to fulfil my fantasies, not theirs, but Three pointed out that last time a lady had been forceful about exactly what she had wanted I had ended up with a broken arm. These three genuinely wanted to be used as sex objects. They would get their kicks from being used. One and Two nodded emphatically and all three lifted their miniskirts and then their tops to show that there was nothing underneath. Well, that wasn't quite true; there was something underneath, but it wasn't underwear! I decided that I should go along with this and see if it worked.

I told them to take their polo-neck tops off and lie face up across my bed on top of each other, heads to the wall. I pulled the bed away from the wall to make room for their heads. I told them to chain their collars to each other so they became just a heap of beautiful genitalia I could then use and enjoy at my whim. They did so in numerical order (One at the top and Three at the bottom).

I told them to spread their legs as wide as they could. I was impressed and aroused, but by now not surprised, to see that all three were in a complete splits position. Not a hair was to be seen. What was facing me was a triple-decker array of beautiful, shiny, leather-clad legs, exposing six firm round buttocks and three smooth, gaping opportunities (or maybe six).

I thought perhaps a little nasty talk might fit the image, so I told them, or rather it, that these were just some left over orifices that I was going to have to use because there were no ladies around and because I hadn't had a woman for far too long. I'd just have to make do with these. I then pulled a chair to sit up against this pile of pleasure and started licking the top one. I then spat into each hand in turn and penetrated the other two with my fingers. I continued for several minutes, occasionally refreshing the supply of saliva for my hands, until there was just one long disgusting strand of slime hanging down from the top one down to the next, then the third and then again down towards the floor. Having said that, it seemed my efforts were superfluous, as these numbered openings appeared to be doing very well to provide their own lubrication.

After a while I undid my pants and slid into the middle one, entering easily and deep. I then pulled out and stood on tiptoe, using the top one for a while before kneeling down and using the bottom one. The physical sensation was just perfect. It was no use, though - this was more of a porn scene than my fantasy. Despite the beauty of these ladies and their demonstrated willingness to do anything I wanted no matter how debauched, this was not right.

I wasn't enjoying this as I should and I thought (wrongly as I later learned) that they were missing out too. I was aware that I had somehow managed with others to the point where I had created a reputation and a demand, and it was important for these three to have their expectations fulfilled. I thought quickly.

"OK - unhook your collars and up you get." I called out. Instantly they moved around for a while, working on the mess of collars, then arose from the bed, arrayed in front of me.

I told Two to remove her skirt and top, go out on the balcony and lean over the rail. She left, and I told the others to remove their skirts and tops too. They were to wait one minute and then follow me (and Two) onto the balcony. They could then decide amongst themselves, by force if necessary, who got to use me in what order and how. I then quickly stripped and followed Two out onto the balcony.

It seemed Two had added some touches of her own, because when I saw her she was bending over the balcony, as I had told her, but her feet were well apart and she was also masturbating. She was leaning over the low rail so far that her face was at the level of her knees and her hands were jammed in between the rails, fingers busily at work. That this had already had an effect was obvious as a spreading pool of fluid had already formed on the floor between her boots.

I decided to react negatively to her taking the initiative, and told her what a naughty slut she was, grabbing her hands away from between her legs and holding then behind her back. At the same time I slid deep into her. With my free hand I reached around in front to diddle her, with my fingertips touching myself sliding in and out of her. Two then started wriggling around and backing into me.

I hadn't braced myself for that, and was pushed back towards a low bench behind me. Two bent forward even lower and reached back to grasp my calves. I fell backwards onto the bench, forcing me deeper inside her. This was working for me until...

"My turn!!!" Three grabbed Two's hair and dragged her off me.

I had been getting into Two to the point where I had forgotten my role, and this was a real shock. I was still off balance against the bench when Three put her arms around my neck and leapt astride me, impaling herself on me in one swift movement. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and she immediately started a rapid and vigorous thrusting movement. She attacked my face with passionate kisses, telling me that she was going to give me such pleasure that I would forget "that other woman". Indeed, I had already done so, as I lost myself in the massages I was receiving in a variety of zones, including the treatment her lovely breasts were giving my chest.

It was therefore yet another surprise when Three was lifted bodily from me, and One turned and sat hard on me with her back to me, while holding Three away in front of her. It was lucky that One's aim was good, otherwise she and I might both have been hurt. As it was she scored a bull's - er - eye, with me blissfully buried inside her. Having captured her target for the present, One released Three to reach behind herself and beneath me, and clawed my buttocks, forcing herself down against me.

I briefly saw a shiny black boot flash across in front of my face as Two inveigled herself between One and me, facing me. One still had the main target, but Two, using the extra height of her heels and my unbalanced status, slowly shuffled forwards. I was gradually pushed down and backwards and would have fallen back if Two had not cradled my head in her hands. Just a little extra shuffling forwards by Two and my face was inundated by her lubricant. I got the hint and started work with my tongue. I presume it was Two's voice I could hear moaning as she was closest to my ears - the very ears she was now using to gain a little extra leverage.

It was only then that I wondered what Three was now up to and noticed there was a little extra stimulation going on between One's thighs and mine. It was Three who had crawled underneath us to add to the already indescribable sensation with a little extra tonguing. Suddenly a hand pulled me out of One, sucked hard for a few seconds and then thrust me back in deep. That was all it took and immediately I was emptying what felt like my soul into One in a series of contractions that were almost painful and that seemed to encompass my whole body.

Despite such an all-encompassing catharsis I remained hard a little longer while One lifted up her luscious thighs, spun herself through 180 degrees so she was now facing me and lowered her beautiful face to mine and her perfect breasts onto my chest. I didn't even notice Two had moved from straddling my face until Two and Three suddenly appeared either side of One, and I was faced now with (and being kissed by) three lovely ladies while six matching breasts massaged my grateful chest. 

As I lay there knowing I had been selfish and inconsiderate, and as a lassitude started to creep over my body, I decided they deserved to have their interests at least considered, if not addressed. I asked the three if their efforts had been rewarded.

Three whispered in my ear "We each got what we wanted in the first few seconds when we were stacked one above the other on the bed." We each continued to get it many times again with what followed. The only thing we wanted after that was to give you what you needed. It was selfish because we want you to be happy with the Brigade, and we want you to desire us in the future. But we'd like you to be happy for your own sake too. You can never realise just how much you mean to every one of us. Shut up and sleep." I didn't quite understand, but I shut up and slept.

I awoke in the middle of a hive of activity. I could see from the room that my three companions had been busy and still were. The room was tidy again and a small bedside table looked ready for breakfast except for the food. The ladies had been quiet so that I would not be awoken before I was ready, but now I was awake and ready for the new day.

I had one request to start with. I thought it was disrespectful to call them by numbers, could I please have their names. One told me she was Olena, Two was Tasha and Three was Tamar. Her event was the high jump, Tasha's the pole vault and Tamar's the long jump. When they had been preparing for a competition in Adelaide someone had pointed out that their initials spelled OTT, or over the top, which seemed to fit their athletic events. Someone else had noticed the coincidence that the same letters also stood for the English words for the first three numbers and they were known by competitors as One, Two and Three. The numbers had fitted in with their decision to depersonalise themselves for my sake. I told them that I appreciated their contribution to our first time together, but that I wanted to share my life with people, not numbers. I would always remember both their names and their events now though!

I dressed while Tamar bought in some breakfast, and I was hand-fed by all three before we had a group hug to start the day. I asked for more detail about what had worked for them the previous night. Tasha explained that the first scenario had given them some short-term satisfaction, but that all three of them preferred what followed, including this morning's friendly chat. They would be happy to wait their turns from now on.

They wanted to have every one of the nineteen have some sort of a session with me, and they were happy therefore to have shared their time with me for the present. Next time, however, each of them wanted me to herself, and one by one they each told me they had some imaginative ideas what they might do to me, but I would have to wait to learn specific details.

We basked in the pleasure of our shared enjoyment for a little longer, until Romanova knocked and entered. I noted as she reached out for my hand that she was dressed for outside. She spoke one word "come" and led me out of the room. I might have thought she was displeased if I had not seen her warm smile to the three ladies.

Further discussions

As we went down the corridor she looked at me strangely. After a while she said "how do you do it". I didn't know how to answer. I thought for a while and told her "I love every single one of you.' She looked blank and so I went on. "So whoever it is that I'm with I just do that: I simply love them. It's no effort - well, there is a physical effort, but it comes completely naturally because of my love for every member of the Brigade. Whichever one (or more) I'm with I just love them. I love you."

I listened to myself as I ventured what most women (or at least most women from where I had come from) would regards as a meaningless apologia for serial infidelity. 

Romanova looked hard at me and replied "I don't think you have the faintest idea what you mean to us. You seem to think we are fulfilling some selfish disgusting fantasies of yours, but what you have really done is to give us back our lives. You have reunited our Brigade. You have fulfilled us emotionally. It seems you are now giving us back our country: not the one we lost, but an impossibly better one. And you seem to feel that you owe it to us to perform the impossible task of not just fulfilling, but surpassing our sexual fantasies. Except that you seem to be proving that a task that would be beyond anyone else is not impossible for you. Amongst all my other emotions, I am curious to know how long you can keep doing this."

I thought about that and the only response I could give: "I don't know how long I can continue doing this either, but I love you all and I enjoy making you happy. I enjoy it more than I can describe. And I look forward to my first time with you". Romanova continued on her way, shaking her head. Eventually she opened a door and stood aside for me to enter. She closed the door, and I looked up to see Chris and Yulia sitting before us.

Chris directed us towards two armchairs. "Romanova and Yulia can't see how you are able to continue to be so good for us, but I feel as if I'm slowly starting to understand you. Tell me what you think of this. You have felt like an outsider in what most people think of as normal society, normal Australian society. That is really why you came to Russia. You are old enough, or perhaps I should say mature enough, to have learned to ignore your ego and instead to listen to your own body, your own thoughts and your own feelings, whereas most men, most people, would prefer to do what they think might impress others. That is why you feel so comfortable being so open with all of us, so supportive of us individually and as a group, despite our threats and the reality of our disgusting treatment of you in the early days. How am I doing?"




Irkutsk Ch. 16



I thought for a few moments. "Perhaps you're right. I don't think that even a few years ago I would have been able to be what you want or need. In those last years I have started to develop a clear understanding of what I need in life, and particularly that it is not affirmation from others of the half-hearted efforts I was then making to be a worthwhile person. Or perhaps my half-hearted efforts to appear to be a worthwhile person. I find now that if I don't do my best to do what I believe is right, then acclamation by others seems only to mock my imperfections. But if I genuinely do my best to decide what is right, and then do my best to do that right thing, then I don't need applause from others. It is sufficient to know that I did my best, even if it hadn't achieved what I was aiming for.

"Before I travelled to Russia I was never sure what was the right thing to do. Right and wrong seemed blurred. With you I found I was needed. Right and wrong became, for the first time in my adult life, clear opposites. For me to undertake what in effect is a polygamous marriage seems, on the surface, to be wrong. In many situations it would be. But it is not wrong for us, or at least it is not wrong for me, and I don't think it is wrong for you and your ladies.

"There is a saying Life begins at Forty. In the past I saw it as an excuse for those approaching or beyond forty to claim some value to what was left of their slowly fading lives. I now find, some years beyond that age, that my previous life seems completely worthless by comparison. Your Brigade has given me a reason to live. A purpose to my life. An option to enable me to assist you, all of you, to have a purpose. An option for me to share that purpose with you. With the most intensely alive people I have ever met. The sex is - simply wonderful. The affection and company are more valuable to me. But they both fade into insignificance besides having a reason to live. A reason to be. A reason to work. And you, all forty-four of you, have given me this gift.

"I would do anything for you. I would die for you, if that would benefit you. But no, instead you ask me, invite me and in some cases force me to share your lives and your bodies. In exchange for making my life complete, you seek the one "payment" that I would have been willing to share freely and enthusiastically.

"The mystery is not why I am willing to do this for you. It may be that you - you all - feel the same and the mystery is therefore not why you are willing to do what you do for me. The mystery is how were we lucky enough to achieve that impossible set of coincidences to be in the same remote place at the precise times of our lives and under the circumstances when we needed each other so desperately.

"To get back to your first point, With you I have placed other issues ahead of my ego in the short term, but the result has been to give my ego a huge boost. To have forty four beautiful, intelligent, resourceful young ladies choose to share their lives with me, and to be of service to them has been the most fulfilling experience I can ever imagine.

I did not see Chris, Yulia or Romanova move, even though I was looking at them. Suddenly, however, we were quietly embracing.

It seemed a long while later that we sat down again. I think it was several minutes, but I really have no idea. I do know that the four of us had just made a big step forwards in our relationship. In particular I was pleased that Romanova had been able to share the moment. It seemed finally to close the door on the unpleasantness of the split in the Brigade. And that led me to a thought that was still forming as I spoke of it.

"There is another thing. Olena, Tasha and Tamar [I was trying to think of them as individual ladies, but couldn't quite get the numbers one, two and three out of my mind and still thought of them in numerical order] came to me today with the thought that they were serving out some punishment, some compensation they owed me. I had a wonderful time with them and I'm sure they had a wonderful time with me, but coming to me in groups is not going to work for everyone and that is not how I want it to be. If we are truly a team, then we must focus on what benefits the team.

"I think we should make it known to every one of us that my time to be shared with the remaining ladies is not an opportunity for them to repay some debt to me, it is an opportunity for us all to enjoy each other. You have been studying me with your database and you know what I like. I haven't had such an opportunity and I need to learn what each of you wants, from me, from the others in the Brigade, and from the world. If that is to happen they need to focus on what they want from me, not what they think I might want. Only that way can I start to understand their wants and needs.

"I promise you I will enjoy what happens just as much, if not more, if every lady comes to me with a clear picture of what they want. My time with Olena, Tasha and Tamar worked for all of us, but I don't want the other ladies coming to me in groups because they think it will make me feel better, or indeed because they want to rush the closure of this chapter of our lives. We have the rest of our lives together, and we need to take the time to do this properly. About two-thirds of the ladies have spent time with me, and each lady in the remaining third must be allowed the same opportunity as everyone else."



Irkutsk Ch. 17



Eva 

I noticed Chris look briefly but meaningfully at Romanova and then Yulia, and then back at me. "Thank you Michael. Now it is time for you to have a rest. Eva will look after you tonight, and after you've slept she can do whatever she wants to you, whether you like it or not." 

She gave me a beatific smile, then stood and went out the door with the other two ladies, indicating for me to wait. I heard quiet voices from next door, and then Chris returned with a very petite lady I did not remember. And I'm sure I would have remembered. She can't have been more than five feet tall, even wearing strappy shoes with very high heels. She was also wearing a typical 'little black dress'. Well, perhaps a fair bit shorter than the typical length. Blonde hair was cut in a trim bob and she was wearing just a little make up. She was not beautiful in the classic mould, but she had a lovely smile and her walk simply oozed sex. I was entranced from the outset. 

Chris introduced her to me as Eva, and told Eva that I was to obey her instructions to the letter. Chris ordered Eva to punish me harshly for any infractions, however minor. The nature of the punishment... well, that was up to Eva of course. 

Eva looked me up and down (but mainly up!) as if I were a speck of dirt, and told me to follow her three paces behind. Then, without further ado, she nodded to the other ladies and stalked - almost marched - off out the door and down the corridor. I followed. 

After we had walked a short distance, Eva stopped abruptly and turned to me. I hurriedly stopped before running into her. Eva snapped at me, "Undress, and leave your clothes where they fall." 

I undressed immediately and dropped my clothes. I didn't seem to be able to stay dressed for long in this world. 

Eva turned back and walked off. This time, however, her walk was back to its original magic. Her taut little bum swayed like a pendulum with each step. The amount of sway gradually increased until I could see just a hint of one bare cheek after the other peep under the hem of that LBD. I suddenly noticed her beautiful posterior wasn't the only thing swaying. I had my own metronome swinging from side to side keeping time with her rear. 

I had no idea where we were going - I wondered if Eva might be taking me on a roundabout trip. After a long while she stopped suddenly again, turned, bent over at the hip and took me briefly into her mouth, leaving it dripping with her saliva. She then turned back, still bent over, and slid herself just once onto me. After only one or two seconds she slid off again, stood and walked off. The fact that I followed her again was more due to hypnosis than my own will (free or otherwise). The only two things I was aware of were a throbbing at my core and the lower halves of her firm buttocks swaying. 

Eventually she turned left and went through a doorway. I saw that we were in a small room with a kitchen table and chairs and very little else. Eva turned back to me, reached her arms up around my neck to pull me down to her, and kissed me. Gently at first, but then after a few moments pressing a little harder against my lips. I was more aware, however, of the heat of her body pressed firmly against me, still swaying with that inexorable rhythm that was somehow synchronized with my heartbeat. 

Then without warning Eva jumped up and forwards to wrap her legs around my waist. She managed to keep herself just high enough that my tip merely brushed her heated dampness with every heartbeat. She continued to kiss me and press her body against mine, but I was lost to everything except that regular touch of her wet slit: touch... off... touch... off. After an age she lowered herself down so I could feel her enclose the tip. For a while she stayed there, the throbbing continuing. And then she lifted off again, an inch or so away. I could still feel her heat and dampness, and it took me a while to understand that the continuing stimulation was her juices were dripping down onto me, still to the same beat: drip... drip...drip. I was straining upwards to get to her, but she was in control, keeping herself exactly where she wanted. And that was the tiniest fraction above me, whatever I did. All I could get was the sensation of her fluids dripping onto me. Apart, of course, from her wonderful pert body pressed against me and her lips on mine. 

Slowly I felt her warmth flow over my hardness, sliding gradually down, beading on my hanging balls and eventually dripping down off them onto my feet: drip... drip... drip. Eva seemed oblivious to the chaos that had overtaken my lower brain, continuing to kiss my lips and slipping her tongue in for a moment now and then. Pleasant though it was, I barely noticed it for the thick fluid impacting intermittently upon me down below. I felt myself twitch with each drip. 

Slowly she pulled away from my face, still holding onto me with both arms and legs, and said, "Is that enough foreplay for you?" 

I couldn't trust myself to speak, so I just nodded. She leaned around to one side and breathed into my ear, "Then we'd better go and see what we can do about it." She released her grip with her thighs to slip down towards the floor. However, she did not reach it. On the way down she slid back onto me, leaving me jammed inside her right up to the hilt. But just for a moment. 

She looked up at me, grinned slightly and quietly said "Oops!" She stood up on tiptoe and used her arms to lift herself away from me. Too late, however. My first spurt hit her between her slim firm thighs, and the second and third shot up the front of her black dress. A few more scattered between us as she stepped away. 

Eve looked down at her dress, then back up at me and said again wryly, "Oops!" She slid one index finger up and under one of the wet marks on her dress, and then into her mouth, pursing her lips around the finger and slowly sliding it out again. Yet again she looked up at me, her tongue cleaning the mess from her lips, and said in a teasing voice, "I guess that was too much foreplay. Now I'll have to start afresh." 

She leaned forward once more, engulfed me all the way so her lips were firm against my pelvis, sucked very hard just once, and slid back off again, gripping hard with her lips all the way. I think she managed to extract just a tiny bit more in the process as well as cleaning me off. She wiped her lips with the same index finger, repeating the finger-fellating action, all the while batting her eyelids at me. 

I was still rock hard, and I was still experiencing the regular throbbing at my core. 

Eva lifted her dress up from the hem, over her head and threw it aside. She was petite and hairless underneath, and her vulva was neat and tight, although wetly glistening and a little red. She was no immature girl however. Her hips flared out from a tiny waist, and her nipples were huge and dark atop her tiny breasts. 

She suddenly changed her demeanour, looking sternly at me as she said sharply, "Three steps behind." She then turned briskly departed, back to her rigid marching gait. I followed, rigid in a very different sense, and so dazed that my legs could barely hold me up. However, I wasn't letting her get more than three paces away. 

After a short while her hips started swaying hypnotically again, but this time there was competition. I was fascinated by the two dimples above the cute globes now half shiny with the residue of our brief (thus far) episode. And I also stared at the poetry of her shoulder blades moving in time with everything else, and the swaying of her spine in between. 

Despite having come only moments before, I was out of my mind with love or lust or something - I didn't really know what. I have no idea how much further we walked, but eventually she opened a door and indicated I should pass through before her. In a trance I did so, walking into a small but comfortable bedroom. It was furnished adequately but not luxuriously. There was a single bed covered with what looked like high quality linen sheets and a huge beautifully embroidered quilt hanging down to the floor on both sides and at the end. The bedclothes were the only thing in the room that looked more than merely functional. 

Eva pointed at the bed and said simply, "Get in." 

I pulled the covers back, got into bed and lay there looking at her. She closed the door and bent right over, facing away from me. Or to be precise she was bent over so far that she was facing back at me from between her legs while she unwound the long straps of her shoes from her lovely ankles. She then turned off the light, leaving the room in total darkness. She got in facing me and pulled the sheets and quilt up over us. She cuddled firmly against me, kissed my forehead and said, "I wasn't supposed to do that to you, but perhaps it will help you sleep. Will you be able to sleep now?" 

Dazed I might have been, but I was acutely aware of the heat radiating at me from her thighs. I could feel the pressure of her erect nipples teasing the hair on my chest. Most of all I was aware of her face pressed against mine, although the bicep lightly brushing my ear was also a distraction. 

"No, I'm still out of my mind with lust." I replied. 

"Why?" she said. I couldn't see her face, but as far as I could tell she was asking this silly question completely seriously. 

I decided to treat it as a serious question. "You are so sexy and you have shared just a tiny bit of that with me. Now you're pressing that unbelievable body against me and you expect me to be able to sleep?" 

"But didn't you come just a few minutes ago?" 

"Yes, but you keep on being irresistible and I am unable to resist you. I still want you." 

"The Goddess - er, Chris - said my time with you didn't start until after we had slept." 

"You thought have thought of that before you bewitched me. In any case, can I sleep for a few minutes and then we are good to go?" 

"That's not how it's meant to work." 

"I'm a lawyer and it would put us strictly within the rules, apart from you jumping on me before." 

"With that thing sticking up so invitingly how was I supposed to resist jumping on you?" 

I decided this was too much talking so I just put my arms around her and kissed her. I held her close while I lay down my head and pretended to snore for a minute. I then sat up and stretched my arms. "I guess now I am fair game for you to use at will?" 

"Apologise for being a smart arse!" 

I looked downcast, although she could not see me. "I'm sorry Princess, I was wrong." 

"Okay. Now cuddle up behind me and keep me warm and close while I sleep." 

She turned her back and wriggled against me so she was against me from the back of her neck against my chest to her feet on mine. My erection was tightly nestled in between her firm buttocks. It was almost enough to send me over the edge again - indeed it would have done so if she hadn't taken just a little pressure off only a few minutes ago. 

I lay there with this wonderful woman radiating sexuality directly back at me. I knew she was horny and wanting me inside her again, and was held back only by a throwaway comment by Chris. She wasn't going to disobey, or at least not twice in a row, and I knew I was going to be left hanging (to be literal I wasn't actually hanging) for the duration. 

I lay there trying to think of something other than the naked woman pressed firmly against me, but every time I started to divert my thoughts, she would stir slightly, rubbing some part of her body against me, bringing my thoughts right back to the pleasure only a few long hours away. Or she would moan slightly, or I would catch a slight drift of her perfume. I wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose. 

One way or another I was not going to be let off the hook. I tried counting sheep, but suddenly the sheep all became sexy naked women clamouring for sex. Eventually I just slowly counted my breaths. I sometimes do that to slow my breathing and my mind. In, one, two, three; out, one, two, three; in, one two three. But then suddenly I was thinking not one, two three, but Olena, Tasha, Tamar and sleep was banished yet again by memories of those three. It was a very long night. I think I dozed at times, although any sleep I had was dominated by dreams of crowds of sexy women. Except that they weren't dreams: they were my reality. 

I have no idea what time it was, but after four eternities plus two lifetimes, a little hand reached back from between Eva's legs towards me and made a beeline for its target. The throbbing was already somewhat painful, but it still stepped up several notches in her hand. She guided her handful into herself and backed hard onto me. For the second time in - well, less than 24 hours, I came hard with just the first thrust. I didn't want to become known as someone who did this too often, but this young lady seemed to have direct powers over my libido, powers which were completely outside my own self-control. Fortunately for my reputation I was still hard, so when Eva pushed me on to my back and rolled on top of me there was still something there for her to use. 

However, that seemed not to be her target, or at least not her first target. She straddled my waist, leaving my hardness just brushing her back, and placed her left nipple against my lips. She writhed against me and suddenly it was in my mouth. I could not have summoned up enough willpower to resist sucking on it, and anyway I didn't even think of not doing it. I sucked as if my life depended on it. It seemed to fill my mouth. Eva screamed and lifted away, so the nipple was stretched out and eventually pulled out of my mouth with a loud "pop". At the same time I felt a gush of warm fluid splash over my hip and run down my sides and between my legs. The right nipple was still huge, but the left one was now over twice as big. 

Eva said hoarsely, "Again" and placed her right nipple against my lips. This time she groaned loudly when I sucked on it, pulling slightly against me but not enough to dislodge it. After a while I stopped to take a breath, but she cried out again. 

"Don't stop!" 

I got a better grip, holding the nipple with my teeth, but with my lips over my teeth so they didn't cut into the nipple. I had a good hold now, and Eva seemed to know this as she pulled away harder, distorting her small breast into a long cone and holding it there. 

Her hips started to take on an independent life, grinding up and down my waist, leaving a wet smear all the way up and down. On the downstroke she would reach the point where her buttocks lightly brushed against my erection and then would start to move up again. 

I felt like a cheap sex aid being used for its intended purpose, and I can tell you it felt great. 

Eventually Eva pulled on her breast a little harder and pulled the nipple free. The breast bounced back to its normal shape, but the nipple was now swollen almost to the size of a large grape and covered with indentations. Like most of the rest of us by now, it was dripping wet. 

I lost sight of the breasts when she leaned forward, wrapped her arms around me and started vigorously kissing me, but I could feel those engorged nipples jammed into my chest. 

Moments later, however, my awareness of her nipples was overridden as she slowly - oh, so slowly - started to slide herself down onto me. She matched the slow timing with the cycle of motion of her tongue against mine. This would have been a well-planned attack to overcome my resistance if only I had had any resistance for her to overcome. It would have taken me over the edge in an instant if she had not already taken me there twice in the last few hours. 

As it was I am embarrassed to say that I just lay there barely responding and simply soaking up the pleasure that this sexual dynamo seemed determined to bestow upon me. As I took in the sensations I gradually became aware that Eva was assailing me in all sorts of ways. One hand was lightly stroking my ear, the other my hair (or what was left of it). One foot was sliding up and down the inside of my leg. And all of this synchronised to the other movements of her tongue on mine and her nipples on my chest. And of course that all-encompassing sliding of her warm, wet tightness slowly impaling herself on me. The effect of the smaller movements added an almost subliminal element greatly emphasising the already overwhelming sensation of the main element of her velvet massage. 

As I continued selfishly to let her pleasure me, I noticed even other factors adding to the effect. There was a regular wet sound from where I was plunging into her and out again. Her breathing was very slightly vocalised with a faint sigh at the start of each expiration. And again all in time with all the other sensations. Even as I was aware of exactly what she was doing to me I lost myself again in the wonder of the orchestra she was playing on me. I think I simply lost my mind for a while. I certainly lost track of time as my brain became too engrossed with the pleasure to be aware of anything else. 

At one point I noticed that the orchestra was out of time. The sigh had become an irregular grunt and the peaks of pressure of her grip on me (in several places) increased in intensity. After a short while the conductor seemed to regain control and the various stimuli resumed their gentle rhythm. 

This "out of time" feeling recurred perhaps two or three times more, each time settling again after a short while. I wouldn't even have noticed them if they hadn't contrasted so starkly with the perfect timing in between. 

Eventually I felt again that slow feeling of another orgasm boiling out of me. I could almost feel it building from right down at my toes and gradually taking over my whole body, cell by cell. When it reached my hips I thought that was it, but it continued up to my chest, my arms and up to where Eva was kissing me, when... 

With no further warning my entire body contracted. I saw, as if it were happening to someone else, my legs rising towards my shoulders, which had also come up off the bed. And then - bang! - they all slammed back down on the bed as I extended so hard that I bucked Eva right off me and sent her flying forward face down into the pillow beside my head. A jet of white shot out of me and defiled her perfect back, right up between the shoulder blades. I suddenly grabbed at her as it looked as if she might be knocked off the bed altogether. I could visualise this from above as if it were happening to someone else, but the pure pleasure was mine and no-one else's, except perhaps Eva's. 

As we started to relax from the long period of physical strain, we both gave a low moan. Eva turned towards me, wrapped one arm around one side of my neck, buried her head in the other side just hung on, sobbing. All I could do was hold her tight and kiss the top of her head. After a long while she started to settle and relax. 

Eventually I asked, "Are you OK?" 

"Yes, better than I have ever felt. The tears are just a reaction to the emotion of the moment. How about you?" 

I thought for a moment, "That was wonderful. Unlike anything else I have ever experienced. Did you know that every part of your body was doing something or other to a part of my body? They were all so much in time that the effect was - I don't know - almost tantric." 

She turned on a small bedside lamp and smiled sweetly at me - almost innocently! "I have been planning for years just what I would do to a man who would have me. I'm just a little woman, I'm not beautiful and I don't stand out physically." 

I started to interrupt, to tell her that she was beautiful, but she silenced me with a finger on my lips. "I know what you're going to say, but I know many of the other ladies are so lovely that they put me in the shade. Please let me continue." 




Irkutsk Ch. 17



"I felt I needed to do something out of the ordinary for a man to want me. And I knew a real man would not want some innocent virgin - he would want a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and that would be to slake his lust. 

"But instead my first time was just as one of a group when we chased you down and caught you in the grass on that first day. My second time with you, and then I suppose my third, was when we kidnapped you and took you away from the other ladies to gang rape you. And then recently in the ceremony when we were all together. None of those times was anything like what I had planned, but I was so desperate to have a man inside me and it had been starting to look as if the real thing would never happen. I'm so sorry about what we did..." 

I lifted my hand to interrupt her again, because I wanted to tell her how happy I was with the ladies, but she continued. 

"Please let me finish this. I said I was sorry, but I don't know if that's true. I had to have it, any way I could get it. I needed to do it, but I do apologise for what we did...what I did to you." 

I wanted to let her have her say, but I also wanted to indicate my support, so brought her hand to my lips and kissed it lightly. I continued to hold it and kissed her fingertips every now and then as she went on. 

"Anyway, I had an orgasm each of those times, first out in the fields, then twice with you tied on the bed in that bare room and then again in the group ceremony. I think that helped me understand what I might do if I was ever in a better situation with you. How I might make it an experience you would remember, so you might want me again. 

"I refined my plan a little further including just a little teasing to make sure you were interested and then one or two quick orgasms for you beforehand to help you last longer to receive more pleasure. I stuffed it up a couple of times because I had several orgasms myself and lost the timing each time. I managed to get it back each time, so I hope that didn't spoil it too much." 

I lifted her chin for a moment and kissed the tip of her nose, then allowed her to continue. 

"My own orgasms weren't planned. I wanted to focus at least just this once on your pleasure alone. I tried to resist the first one. However, that one was so - so - ...it just overwhelmed my whole body, not like when I do it myself." 

She looked up at me. Was she embarrassed? Or worried? That I might think her masturbating might be a sin? Again I lifted her chin and kissed her again. Lightly on the lips this time. 

"When I... er ...do it to myself ... the orgasms are great, but they are just pleasant sensations between my legs. The other times with you were better, but I could never thoroughly savour the sensations with others waiting in line. With you just now, that first one ... it was as if every little bit of my body was bathed in pleasure. I think even my toenails joined in. I couldn't resist the temptation to let them happen, the second, the third, the - er - others. I just lost count. They just got better and better, despite my worry that they would take my focus away from pleasuring you. 

"I always knew kidnapping you that second time was a mistake. We couldn't steal you away from the others. We were just so desperate for sex that we lost our minds. But I now realise it was a bigger mistake than I had first thought. The pleasure from working cooperatively with you and with the other ladies - my life would have been incomplete without that. I can wait for the next time now I know what it can be like." 

Now she had said what she wanted to and I had a few things I wanted to say to her. First however, I wanted to make one point clear. "The next time can be in a little while if you wish. Think about that while I tell you something else. I don't generally like the idea of one person doing all the work just giving pleasure while the other person just accepts that gift of pleasure. On this occasion, however, you had a very carefully worked out plan and it seems that plan required me simply to receive your gift of pleasure. If the effect was several wonderful orgasms for you, then you deserved that pleasure. 

"I did nothing to deserve the pleasure you gave me, but I'm very happy that I was the lucky man you decided to share that gift with. However, I'm selfish enough to want another gift. I want you to think of a time when I can focus on giving you pleasure. I promise you that I will get great pleasure from pleasuring you, just as you enjoyed pleasuring me. Now I am in your hands and we can rest for a while longer and resume our love life together, or I can find ways to pleasure you right now if you wish." 

Eva lifted her face to mine and platonically kissed the tip of my nose, just as I had done to her a little while ago, and told me she wanted a rest first. She laid her head on my shoulder, draped one slim leg over mine, took a handful of my chest hair and immediately started snoring. 

I lay there for a while enjoying her closeness, but sleep took me just a minute or two later. 

I awoke to a gentle blowing in my ear. The small light was still on and I could see Eva beside me, still draped alongside my body. I was in the condition I usually am when I wake, and this lovely lady and my memories of our time together thus far did nothing to soften my ardour. The blowing changed to a whispering. 

"I don't suppose you could use me as a cheap slut could you?" 

"I could", I replied, "But I'd rather use you as a lover." 

Immediately she lifted herself up on one elbow, using her free hand to brush a trail of feather-light strokes from just behind my ear all the way down my body to the inside of my thigh, approaching but not quite hitting several erogenous zones on the way. At the same time she leaned forwards and started talking in my ear again. She was so close this time that her lips were constantly brushing my ear. What she was saying, was creating the main effect. 

"Please, just do me any way you want. I'm already about to come again, just from thinking about you using me. Just stick it in any hole you want and I will be coming before you get all the way in. Kiss me, fuck me, stroke me, use me, come inside me or on me, just get your pleasure from me and it will be the best time of my life. Please..." 

I didn't want her to go on talking about treating her badly, so I pushed her gently over onto her back and rolled over on top of her, kissing her at the same time as I entered her. She was slimy wet and I immediately slid deep inside her. Her lovely legs wrapped themselves around my waist and she started humping me from underneath. Her hands continued the feather touches, but this time on my back and moving towards my arse. 

I think she was trying to talk, but all she could get out past my tongue and lips was a fierce grunting. Nevertheless she was able to convey the message that she was enjoying herself. As her hands drifted down between my buttocks and continued their attentions, I came again. Even as I did I worried - this was the third time in less than 24 hours that I had lasted about three seconds, and I was supposed to be giving this lady (as for the others), enough satisfaction to get her through the weeks to her next opportunity. 

Despite my concerns, Eva seemed to be getting some positive outcomes - when I stopped kissing her, her head flopped sideways and she starting drooling profusely from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were turned upwards. Only her hips continued active movement, humping robotically against me apparently independent of any conscious control from her. 

Now her head started turning from side to side, and she was just barely voicing words that meant nothing to me. They didn't sound anything like any Russian I knew, and they certainly weren't English. 

Suddenly she froze. I think I might have been soft again, but she held me with a grip of iron that was quite painful and I worried briefly that she might be damaging my future pleasure and that of the ladies. She gave a sharp cry and then stopped breathing completely. For about half a minute the only sign of life was a vein pulsing at her temple. I have heard orgasm called la petit mort (the little death) and that seemed to describe her situation perfectly. 

Then, eventually, another cry. Slower this time, but just as loud, as her sex released me so completely that I felt it was pushing me out - perhaps it was. A moment later her hips bucked violently and this tiny lady, less than half my weight, lifted me off from on top of her and gently placed me on the bed beside her and in danger of falling off the edge. 

Eva was still lying up on her back. She lifted her legs straight along her body so she was almost kissing her own knees, reached around to grasp her labia with both hands and mashed them together as if she were kneading dough. Feeling the need to take some part in this stage of her abandonment to her lust I wrapped my arms around her neck and knees together and hugged just a little. I didn't want to interrupt whatever it was that she was doing to complete her process of resolution, so the only other thing I did was to kiss the part of her body that was next to my face, which was her calves (which in this position were now uppermost). 

Over a period of about a minute, Eva's tension evaporated and she relaxed until her muscles relaxed, or at least the leg muscles I was kissing did. Her breathing slowed until she seemed almost asleep but I could see her eyes were open and her face looked serene: very much awake, but relaxed. 

"I have never experienced anything like that before. I have been pleasuring myself for years, thinking I would never get to share with a partner, but the feelings were never close to what just happened. Is that what it's like in a married relationship?" 

I thought back to my marriage and other relationships. "My experience with sex in the relationships I have had is that it can vary from worse than having no relationship at all to the greatest pleasure imaginable. But no sexual experience in any previous relationship I have had comes anywhere close to what I have shared with you ladies, and you, Eva. The pleasure you have all given me, including the pleasure you have shared with me last night and today, is beyond not only anything I had experienced before, but beyond anything I have ever heard of. 

"I have attributed that to the fact that you are the most perfect specimens of womanhood on the planet, to the fact that each of you is sharing with me their first sexual experience for years, and perhaps the fact that you are keen to make me want to stay. So let me tell you what I have told Chris. I fell in love with you all straight away. Life anywhere else would now be intolerable. I am the luckiest man in the world. I am doing what I can to keep you all happy so none of you ever wants to leave the group. And that is yet another reason to add to the long list of reasons why I want you all to enjoy your time with me, rather than just letting you work on my pleasure." 

Eva smiled gently at me and replied, "I can assure you that I had my enjoyment if that's what you call it. I wasn't a virgin - I had a boyfriend before I came here. But nothing, nothing at all, could have prepared me for the reward, the all-encompassing pleasure, or the complete fulfilment that I have shared with you just now. 

"I had thoughts of making sure that you enjoyed yourself with me, but believe me those thoughts were forgotten early on as soon as my lust took over. I know you were a little surprised about your two quick orgasms last night, but I can tell you I got there just as quickly and just as completely. And today...I don't know if I had many brief intense orgasms this morning, or one very long but intense orgasm. I have no idea even how long it lasted, but the memory of that time would sustain me if I never had sex again. 

"In future it may not be quite so intense, but I will still be dreaming about next time. Right now I am very sore between the legs, and I'm not quite sure how long that will take to settle down. It may even be that one time with you every few weeks is all my body can manage, but whenever my next time comes around, I will be more than ready for you." 

Eva closed upon me once more, kissed me very gently, and closed her eyes. As I drifted off to sleep myself, I could feel her relaxed breathing through her chest pressed against mine. 

I felt completely rested when I awoke, with Eva still breathing very low beside me. I must have been asleep for hours. I lay there enjoying her closeness and thinking how many ways I was lucky. Eventually the door opened, and Chris looked in. She smiled at me and beckoned. I gently kissed the top of Eva's head, slipped out of bed, quickly checked she was still asleep and left the room, quietly closing the door behind me.



Irkutsk Ch. 18



I looked at the category "Loving Wives", and wondered. I feel sure this was intended to be stories of the love of one wife per story, and the plural "wives" was because there were many stories in the category. However, this is one chapter about several loving "wives". In the most pedantic sense therefore this is fits the "Loving Wives" category. And in any case I always struggle to decide on the most suitable category. Should this be "Group Sex"? Romantic? Erotic Couplings? Mature? I guess it doesn't matter - you've got here now and you can decide for yourselves. In any case, thanks for visiting and reading this far. I hope you enjoy the continuing saga of Michael's adventure into...whatever you call it! 

***** 

We form a real connection 

Chris took my hand and led me to a gym where five ladies were exercising gently (for them!) on exercise bikes, walking machines etc. They were wearing casual clothes, nothing especially erotic although any of these ladies would have looked look sexy wearing a sack. Chris told me that although I had wanted to spend time with the remaining ladies one at a time, these five had specifically asked if I would be willing to spend time with them as a group. 

Chris had indicated that this would happen only if I agreed without persuasion. However, these five ladies had gone out as a group with five men at a time in what they called their previous life. They still felt very close, wanting to go out as a group with, well, just the one me. I fleetingly thought, somewhat inappropriately, of the silly saying "as happy as a dog with two dicks". 

They had left their machines and were walking towards me. I pointed out that I was hardly likely to be able to provide them with an experience equivalent to five men at once. 

No, they understood that, but still wanted to share their time with me. Chris told them that she felt three days shared with me was fair, and they seemed to accept that. 

A very petite, blonde lady whose demeanour invited a comparison with a coiled spring with energy to burn asked Chris if it would be OK if the six of us spent their time away from the group. 

"Where do you have in mind?" 

"We'd like to borrow the bus and drive down to Khasan where the borders of Russia, China and North Korea meet." 

"Why?" 

"We want to take Michael away with us for a while. Did you know that where Russia borders China there the times zones are three hours apart? There's not really much around to look at in any direction so we'll have to live in the bus, but we thought we'd like to see that point where the three countries meet. What we really want is to be alone, really alone, with Michael." 

I could see that Chris was battling with the competing factors, wanting to trust the ladies who may not have given her much cause for trust, but worried about losing some of her group again. And perhaps me. 

Taking my courage in my hands I told Chris that I trusted these ladies not to betray her trust, and after a few more moments she okayed the trip. I could see that she was going to have a nervous wait until we returned, but this was a bridge she was going to have to cross sooner or later anyway. 

The five ladies surrounded me and I felt like a prisoner again as they escorted me out and onto the bus. There was nothing in their demeanour that could have been described as at all threatening, but a frisson of fear ran down my spine. Was I about to be kidnapped a third time in (relatively) quick succession? Even the smallest of these ladies, the one who had spoken to Chris, looked capable of physically subduing me with no difficulty if necessary. On the other hand, she was lovely enough for me to follow, regardless of risk, to the ends of the earth (which, by the way, seemed to be where they had in mind). 

One of the ladies sat in the driver's seat while the other four took me to the bed towards the back of the bus. The petite lady spoke to me - she was still the only one of the five who had yet spoken. 

"We have a difficulty. We want to give you something practical to make up for what we did to you before, but we don't know how. The only thing we can give you is sex, and you have getting plenty of that...maybe too much? The best idea we could think of would be that if you are getting tired of the constant sex, we could give you a holiday." 

The first thought to cross my mind was a little frustration that these ladies seemed to have missed the point. After a moment however, I decided that even if they had missed the point, their mistake was understandable. I told the four around me that we should enjoy the drive for a while, but that at some time when a break was suitable I'd like to speak to all five together. 

For the next two hours we drove through fairly poor country, while four ladies sat around me, clearly wanting to speak, but seemingly inhibited by the requirement to be fair to the driver or perhaps my saying that I wanted to talk to all five together. It was certainly not unpleasant, but there was a clear sense of anticipation. The road was reasonable but the scenery, although green, was low and monotnous. 

After two hours we pulled off the road within sight of the first town I had noticed since leaving Vladivostok. The driver walked back to join us, and told me that we were half way there. I thought briefly "halfway to nowhere", but then decided I had higher priorities than sarcasm. 

I sat on the floor while the five ladies sat in a row on the edge of the bed. I was looking up at them, which was what I wanted. I told them that they owed the brigade nothing, owed me nothing, for what had happened a few days ago. Our little society was learning how to cope with circumstances that no-one had ever dealt with before. Or at least no-one that we knew of. 

We were making up our rules as we went along. The brigade had kidnapped other men previously but these previous times had not been beneficial for anyone and had placed the brigade at risk of reprisals or prosecution. The brigade had taken a further risk by kidnapping me, and that had created a major improvement in my level of happiness in several ways, and I felt it had improved life for the brigade. Viewed in that context my second kidnapping could be seen as another attempt to improve life. An attempt which had not been successful. However, it had caused no damage that could not be repaired, and in fact the only remaining damage was the confusion and guilt felt by some of the people involved. And we had all learned from the experience. There was nothing to forgive, no need for penance. 

And if there was a need for forgiveness, I forgave them. I loved everyone in the brigade, and wanted to share my life, my fortunes with them. What I wanted was for them to feel loved and to have the opportunity to do whatever they wanted with me. If they wanted to do something for me, they should enjoy their time with me. 

"That's all very well," the driver replied, "But what if our need is to be used like cheap slut by a man who wants a quick fuck? We have been rejected by Russian men for so long that we need to feel wanted, not to force ourselves on a man. Don't you fancy us? Are we not up to your standards?" 

I shouldn't have been surprised; this was merely a summary of what others had been trying to tell me since I had first been captured. It was just so alien to any experience I had had with women before that moment. So how did I convince them? 

"You are the most beautiful, the sexiest, the most desirable women I have ever been able to get close to. Beautiful women I have met before have never been interested in me. I am overwhelmed by the thought that any one of you wants me. For you all to want me desperately, any way you can have me, individually or together, is simply unimaginable. It still hasn't really sunk into my mind that you all want me. 

"I feel the need to make this experience good enough for you to want me to stay with your group, good enough for you to think one man can fulfil the needs, can continue to fulfil the needs, of forty-four - or even five - vibrant young women. How can I do that?" 

"Just use us for your needs," replied the driver. She lifted up her tee shirt, revealing two medium sized but high and firm breasts. The suddenly there were ten breasts lined up along the edge of the bed. Ten lovely breasts, all different - well, five different pairs. Only a few seconds later there were five gorgeous naked ladies in a row, all looking down at me. There was no doubt what they were doing - they were waiting for me to take my pleasure in them. And I was duty bound to do so. I was certainly ready. 

I quickly undressed and told the ladies to stand. I lay along the edge of the bed where they had been sitting, and told the nearest one to sit back down on the edge of the bed. 

"But that's where you are!" 

"Well, I suppose that means you'll have to sit on me. Can you find a suitable spot?" 

She found a suitable spot and immediately sat sideways on me, sliding right down onto me until all her weight, not that there was much of it, was pressing me hard inside her. Immediately she started writhing on me and sighing. 

"Shut up and stop wriggling!" 

"What, am I supposed to sit here in ecstasy and just stay here motionless and silent?" 

"That's exactly it. First so I can explain the rules, but then it will be how we play this game. You have to sit there without moving or making a sound. You [pointing to the petite lady] put your hand between her legs and check that she's not using her PC muscles to stimulate herself, or me. You two, hold her arms out sideways ready to lift her off me if she moves or makes a sound, while you [the driver], give her whatever visual stimulation you wish to try to make her lose control, and as soon as she does, and after she is lifted off me, you take her place." 

The driver leant over the lady sitting on me and started lovingly kissing her. It cannot have been more than ten seconds later I felt a movement on me and the "checker" called her out immediately. She was lifted off immediately, and replaced with another. This one lasted even less time in response to someone sucking on her nipples. Within two minutes they had each had one turn, with some having gone round twice. 

By now they were all learning ways to last longer on me before moving. However, they were also becoming more adventurous about trying to make the victim lose control. But it was not all one way. One extroverted lady with a prominent clitoris and labia, while taking a turn at trying to make the victim lose control, decided to do so by masturbating in front of her. It was immediately effective, and that victim ended her turn, but when the extrovert's turn came she didn't even get all the way down before she was taken off. She started to complain, but she may have had a small orgasm, and she decided to wait her next turn. 

Soon, however, they were all slimy with their own juices and sliding even more smoothly onto me. Then after another few turns each the petite lady sat atop me and had barely even touched me before she screamed and was immediately removed, leaving a trail of moisture diagonally across my abdomen. Instead of taking her turn in the other duties she lay quivering and curled up on the floor, clearly in the grip of a relentless orgasm. 

Because of the silence rule applying to the remaining four ladies, we could all hear her whimpering in orgasm, and even though I couldn't see her now, I was acutely aware of her uncontrollable and continuing pleasure. I was getting close now - I wondered if I would be able to see out the game. 

I think, however, that this new distraction was affecting the others similarly, as on the very next cycle, the extrovert lasted only a few seconds before she started thrusting madly against me and was - none too gently - deposited next to the petite lady. 

A short while later a very muscular lady and the driver followed in quick succession, each of them capturing me with vigorous thrusting of their hips before being cast aside beside the first two. Despite the fact that the thrusting lasted only about five seconds each time, I was twice on the brink myself. As the final lady, a very slim blonde with ridiculously long legs lifted the driver off me I saw that even the first, the petite lady, was still in the throes of her bliss, groaning shudderingly and completely oblivious to what was happening around her. 

This final lady got on board, not sideways according to the rules of the game, but facing me. She leaned her lean body over mine and told me that she had won, she could do what she liked. I didn't remember telling them this, but it seemed reasonable and anyway I would have found it difficult to summon the willpower to disagree. None of the others was in any position to argue. 

My new partner was not only ignoring the position requirements, but both the movement and sound rule. She had no opponents left to challenge her, and simply had her way with me. With her more aggressive attentions, her loud expressions of lustful pleasure and the sight of her firm slim body using me, I lost it there and then. 

I was worried that she might miss out, which would be a poor reward for her victory. However, she must have been close herself and finished herself off, and then greedily stole a series of freebies by grinding herself languorously against my wilting hardness. 

Eventually, with a heart-rending sigh ending with a shuddering groan, she lay forward on me, kissing my face. I was too drained even to kiss her back, instead just lying there and eventually, impossibly, going to sleep with this beautiful lady pressing against a range of my sensitive spots. 

It was dusk when I slowly battled my way back to consciousness. Or was it dawn? Let's just say it was between night and day. Princess Slim was no longer lying on me; she was beside me with an arm and a long leg draped over me and her head pressed against my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked her lovely face, eyes closed and relaxed in a half-smile, but it was as if she was connected to me, and she opened her eyes only a moment later. She looked at me and her half smile developed into a full radiant smile. She spoke quietly into my ear. 

"When we kidnapped you and took you to that house, we were desperate for sex. I was almost at the point where I was going to drive into town and attack the first man I saw. I can't really say I was sorry for what I did because I was just out of my mind with lust and had to have you. And I really enjoyed having you." The smile turned just slightly wicked, "Both times. But the pleasure was temporary, not completely satisfying. That is why we all had two goes at you - that wasn't planned. What we did just now, however, that was what satisfaction is all about. If I never had sex again in my life I'd be able to think back on that and feel...warm and fulfilled...again." 

That was all very nice, but it raised at least a theoretical problem. "So what if I feel like more now?" 

"Oh, I'll be ready and eager for you any minute of any day, and so will all of them." She nodded to where four other ladies, all naked, were slowly returning to reality. 

"How can you speak for them?" 

"We have been close for years. Kidnapping you, and then the shame that followed increased that. During our episode here the developed yet further to the point where each one of us experiences the release of each other's orgasms. 

Her smile turned positively evil. "I'm ready for you now, tonight, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. Any time, amnywhere you want me I will be desperate to have you inside me. And any time you want anyone else with you I will be desperate to share her enjoyment." 

"I think I know how you feel." 

"No, you couldn't poss..." She looked at me. This time her face looked like Satan's. No, perhaps Satan's sister. Beautiful and feminine enough to make me lose my mind, but evil enough to have me sell my soul. "Could it be possible? I wondered what that sensation was. Could it have been your pleasure that I felt? And you sharing ours?" 

I just smiled at her. 

The lovely eyes narrowed. "Prove it." 

I thought for a minute. I noticed that the other four were all intently watching and listening to our exchange. All naked, sitting, lying, standing: all had forgotten everything except the conversation we were having. 

I reached down with my hand... 

"No, you can't!" The muscular lady rushed forwards. "I'll take care of that." 

For a mere instant I wondered why I couldn't, but then she took me down her throat in one - er - gulp. 

I can't describe the magic she worked with her lips, her tongue and her throat, with sterling support from her hands, but in no time at all she was swallowing the product of her efforts, and I felt at peace with the world. Again, or was it still?  

I looked around me and saw our audience of four seemingly experiencing an orgasm that was somehow - different. The slim blonde looked at me, wonderment painted across her face. 

"Is that what it's like for men?" 

"It's hard to say. I'm still getting a picture of what it's like for women. I can only say that if you experienced something different, then you probably have a picture of the difference between men's and women's experiences. In any case, if you are experiencing something different, then it is broadening your knowledge of sexual experience, and I\m happy to play a role in that." 

The petite lady spoke up. "Well it's about time we returned the favour. Hana." She looked at the "extroverted" lady. We'll use you. Think of Michael when this happens." 

Hana looked back, "That will probably do it without any help." 

"You two," Petite pointed to the driver and muscles, "Wait five minutes and then get her to come as quickly as you can, any way you can." She looked back at Hana with a grin, "No need to thank me." 

The she looked at the slim lady. "Walk Michael down the road and turn to face back after five minutes. I'll stand at the door of the bus, watching you and them at the same time. I'll give you a signal. 

What sort of signal? They seemed to know. Then Slim led me down the road in front of the bus walking about a quarter of a mile. Strangely, although there was a chill in the air and we were naked, I didn't feel the cold. Slim didn't seem to be feeling the cold either. She stopped and turned me around so I was facing the bus. "Think of Hana, and what is happening to her." 

A few moments later I suddenly looked over at Slim. She had one arm around my back and the other was in front of me, as if expecting me to fall. "What did you do?" 

She looked puzzled, "Nothing. Why?" 

"You just stroked my thigh." 

"You know I didn't. You can see this hand in front of you and you can feel my other arm around your back. How many hands do you think I've got?" 

Momentarily, inappropriately, I remembered a girlfriend from my teenage years asking me how many hands I had. My thoughts got no further, however, as an invisible hand slid cheekily between my thighs. It was pleasant, but also frightening, as I was still looking down and I knew it wasn't Slim or some wandering local villager. No hand was anywhere near. 

Slim looked at me. "What's happening?" 

"It feels as if an invisible hand is being very forward, groping me intimately." 

Now she did run her hand up and down my hardness. "Did it feel like this?" 

"Yes. Er, no. The same place, but a very different feeling. Both pleasant, but almost opposite." 

She moved in front of me, hands on either side of my chest, holding me steady. She was at arms' length in front of me, just standing there holding me. The invisible lover continued to fondle me. It felt pleasant, but there was something wrong. I was erect and horny as hell, but I somehow knew this was going nowhere. 




Irkutsk Ch. 18



I realised that I was sharing Hana's most intimate feelings. I was certainly enjoying the experience, but it was not as intense as I had expected. Hoped, rather. The enjoyment continued for a while, and I think Slim prevented me from falling over a few times. She must be stronger than she looked, but that was par for the course. 

Evcntually the sensations faded. I didn't have to tell Slim - she knew already. She waited a few minutes "just to be sure" and we started back to the bus. I was starting to feel the cold now. It was only a short walk back, but the only thing I could think of before getting back into the bus was the sight of Slim's nipples, proudly telling the world they were cold too. 

Petite quickly gave us blankets and closed the door behind us, and we went to the back of the bus where it was warmest. Petite wanted to know every detail. I knew she was going to be disappointed. First, however, I had to ask Hana. 

"How was that for you?" 

She seemed surprised by the question, but answered brightly, "I had a lovely orgasm." 

I looked direct into her eyes. "You know we all love you?" 

She nodded. She knew what was coming. 

"And we would do anything for you?" 

Another nod. 

"You didn't come did you?" 

A slight shake of the head. 

"You've never had an orgasm have you?" 

She started to shake her head and burst into tears. Muscles glared at me and then hugged her close. I understood that my comment could be taken to be a criticism of those who had been attending to Hana, as if they hadn't done their job properly. 

Petite seemed more optimistic. "Now we know, I think we can make things better for you. Slim seemed supportive. The driver seemed undecided. 

Suddenly we all realised we were naked. For the first time it seemed inappropriate. Perhaps for Hana more than the rest of us. We slowly took our clothes and dressed again. The driver got back into the driver's seat, we all moved toward the front to be together and sat quietly, each with our own thoughts. I was torn between regret at having caused pain to this lovely lady and the feeling that this had been the only way to move forwards. On top of that I worried that I could be responsible for divisions within this group which had survived everything else that the world had thrown at it. 

A hand slipped into mine from the seat next to me. I looked and it was Slim - I hadn't even noticed until then who had sat next to me. I squeezed her hand tight; probably a little too tight. Her support meant a great deal to me. 

Hana and Muscles were across the aisle from us and Petite was sitting next to the driver. There was no obvious communication but this was nothing like the comfortable silence that had existed for stretches of the first part of this trip. 

I was worried and angry and felt that I was being treated unfairly: I thought I had been doing the right thing. But then I thought Hana had a right to her privacy and I had breached that on an issue most people regarded as the ultimate level of privacy. 

These contradictory thoughts warred within me, but then I thought of an occasion on which an ex-girlfriend had spoken to mutual friends about our former sex life and how badly I had felt. I suddenly realised I had caused great pain to Hana, unintentionally but recklessly. But I could not undo what I had said. 

I smiled at Slim, dropped her hand and stood up. It occurred to me only that that I had shared the ultimate intimacy with these ladies and yet still knew the name of only one of them. Thoughts of self-reproach tortured me. 

I walked across to next to Muscles in the aisle seat and looked at Hana beside her. "Hana, through careless behaviour I have hurt you. I have no idea how I can make it up to you. I am so sorry. What can I do to help ease the hurt?" 

Muscles glared at me throughout this short speech, but Hana just sat with her head down. I could see tears running down her face. I looked at Muscles. "I know you're angry with me. I'm angry with myself. I blame myself. I was careless with someone who trusted me not to hurt her. What can I do?" 

Muscles didn't move or make a sound, just continued to glare at me. However, Hana was clearly trying to talk through her tears. After a few tries, she managed to get out the barely audible words. "I want to be able to have an orgasm. Please can you help?" 

Muscles looked at me briefly and said in a sharp voice, "Go away. You've done enough damage. I'll talk to her. In the unlikely event that she needs something from you I'll come and see you." 

I stood up miserably and walked to the back of the bus. Slim got up and followed me, but I had the impression that she was deepening the rift between the ladies by doing so. 

Slim and I sat there for a long while. The scenery was becoming a little more interesting, with occasional views of the sea on the left, and we passed through one or two towns. I wasn't really up to appreciating that, however, nor even the pleasure of sitting with a stunningly beautiful young woman. I had hurt a loved one, and I didn't know how to remedy that. Even if she did decide that she wanted me to help her experience an orgasm, was I up to it? However, I had to try...if that was what she wanted. 

I wasn't up to saying anything to Slim, but I looked at her and smiled. Again, she took my hand, squeezed it and smiled. I thought to myself that for everyone who is bold enough to make the effort to improve the world, there is a place for a dozen others of the gentle, quiet type to take the time to provide quiet, constant, loving support, even if they can do nothing practical to help. 

We sat there, me thinking what an odd corner of the world this was, driving through far eastern Russia with China to the North of us and North Korea to the south. Any silly thoughts to distract myself from the hurt I had caused Hana and those who loved her, and from the possible task I had in front of me that I had no idea how I would fulfil. 

After I had consigned myself to the flames of Hell several times, I saw Muscles coming back towards Slim and me. She sat in the seat in front of us, turning back towards me and leaning aggressively towards me. 

"Hana wants you to help her. She is misguided. You couldn't help her even if you wanted to, and I'm not sure you want to." 

I thought about this for a moment. "I need everyone here to work together on this. You obviously have no faith in either my sincerity or my ability. Will you help, or at least not sabotage what I am going to do?" 

"What are you going to do?" 

"I don't know yet. I need to think a little more and I need to know what resources I have. Whether I have five people to try to help Hana, or only two or three." 

"Whatever we think of you, Hana is one of us. We will do anything we can to help her recover from what you have done to her. I guess that means a man has to be part of it and you're the only one here. Get on with your thinking, quick." 

She turned on her heels and returned to the front of the bus. Slim and I were left alone. I looked at Slim and asked her what turned her on more than anything. 

"I don't know. Sometimes I can bring myself to orgasm simply by squeezing my thighs together. I'm not much help." 

I held her hand. 

"No, wait! Sometimes when I sleep I seem to brush erogenous zones whenever I shift or roll over. I dream about sex. I dream disgusting dreams that you wouldn't imagine." 

I wasn't sure about that, my imagination seemed to have no limits in the direction of disgusting. Perhaps one day I'd like to explore that with her, but that wasn't the issue right now. 

"The linen sheets, they rub my nipples, my cheeks, my thighs, that little spot on the inside of my foot that drives me up the wall," 

Another useful item to file away for future reference. 

"...and when I wake up I'm just about ready to leap onto the bed post and grind it to nothing. Usually on those days I wake up to find that at some stage in the night I have jammed a pillow between my thighs. I think if I woke up after such a night and Quasimodo was in my room I'd tear his clothes off and ...". She suddenly stopped and blushed. After a short while she went on... 

"So - perhaps if we got her really tired so she slept a deep sleep, and we took turns gently touching her while she slept, she'd wake up ready to rape you. That would be a great start." 

That sounded like the basis of a good plan, but I was worried that I wouldn't last long enough to achieve what we all wanted. I looked at Slim, "As long as I managed to last the course." 

She kissed the top of my head; a very platonic gesture compared with what we had been talking about, and told me to wait. She ran forwards, grabbed Muscles' arm and dragged her back to me. It was odd to watch such a finely built lady getting physical with someone of Muscles' obvious strength. 

The two ladies sat, Slim back next to me and Muscles in the next row forwards, facing back. Slim outlined the plan to her. Finally I learned their names. Slim was Olga and Muscles was Marina. Olga (it would take a while to think of them by name) explained about my concerns. But Marina wasn't concerned. She had the answer off pat, "No problems. I'll suck him empty and then suck him hard again. He'll be ready then." And this from the lady who had been seriously pissed off with me only a few minutes ago. She must really care about Hana. 

A little later the Driver told us we were approaching Khasan. She had been here once before, many years ago and thought we may be able to get a meal here. Khasan was on the short border between Russia and North Korea, and was on the rail line going into North Korea. Before today I hadn't even known Russia shared a border with North Korea, never mind that there was a railway connecting them. 

Our Driver started to slow as we approached this town. It's not what most people would call a town, but it was almost the biggest place we'd seen since leaving Vladivostok and much bigger than some Australian places that were honoured by the name "town". 

I was told that Liliya (our driver) knew someone living here, and wanted to meet her. She took us along some very narrow roads to a rare spot where there were houses on both sides of the road. She stopped in front of one house. 

It seemed we were the big event of the week, as people erupted out of all the houses. Liliya led the way off the bus, and there was greeting all around. Everyone seemed to know, or at least to know of, everyone else. Except me. I was the circus exhibit. Perhaps the pariah. 

However, everyone was friendly to me, and we all wandered into one house where we were met with absolute chaos. People brought food and drink and I had plenty to eat. No-one spoke to me the whole time. Lots of smiling and nodding, and a few times one of the ladies would lead me to a table and point to a dish. The food was pleasant, but I couldn't find anything except alcohol to drink, and I couldn't see any water. Although there was one thin looking drink that could perhaps be dirty water! 

After about half an hour we got back in the bus and drove off in another direction. No-one spoke to me for a while, so I wasn't quite sure where we were going, but we were following a river. Eventually we came to where the river met the sea. It was a wild, lonely place with a wide beach stretching endlessly up the Sea of Japan. We stopped above the high water mark facing up the beach. Low scrub on one side and the sea on the other. Waves crashed monotonously onto the sand. Behind us across the river was North Korea and hundreds of miles out there across the sea was Japan. 

But this was more than a sightseeing tour. I had, we all had, an important task. I didn't want to think of the consequences of failure. Not so much what Marina would do to me - whatever that was, but because I felt that to leave Hana unfulfilled would bring to naught the benefits I felt I had been able to bring to the brigade. 

Marina had a clear picture of what she wanted. It was now late afternoon and all five ladies here were overdue for some exercise after a day of sitting in the bus. While Liliya had been driving she had been thinking of an exercise routine that would enable us all to feel tired but not exhausted, taking into account the varying requirements of the different ladies and especially me. Hana would need to be stretched more than the others: Marina wanted her tired enough to sleep very deeply. They would have some difficulty adapting to my exercise requirements which were (as Liliya had said) about twenty percent of the norm for the brigade. Marina told me that my capacity had roughly doubled during my time with the brigade: I had obviously started at about 10%! 

After warming up we were going to run in different combinations, each lady except Hana taking turns doing slow laps with me and each taking turns with Olga and Vera (Petite), both runners, who would be the pacesetters. There would be some ground exercises (crunches, press-ups) and we would also lift the front of the bus and push it along. I wondered briefly whether they might just stop the earth from spinning and set it turning again just for a cool down exercise. 

Marina's plan was that after Liliya's routine we would relax for a while and chat over a drink before retiring. Hana and I would sleep (Marina emphasised this meant sleep!) together in the bed in the bus while the others would sleep in the very comfortable reclining seats in the bus. A heater would be on low all night. Early in the morning I would attend to Hana's needs while the other four assisted. Hana would know - already did know in fact - about the exercise, but not about our plans for what was to follow. Although she had asked us to do this, she would have no idea that it would be tomorrow morning. Or any of the details. 

I felt the scheme as it now stood lacked imagination, but it could be used as a starting point. Clearly it was designed around energy usage and circadian rhythms about which these ladies had the knowledge. 

I told Marina that I liked the idea of the exercise and the timing, but I wanted to add some things. I wanted the other ladies to visit at intervals during the night and give Hana just the gentlest of stimulation without waking her. Olga explained what she had told me about her sexy dreams. This caused her to blush again, but Marina said she had exactly the same experience. 

I had more work for Hana's support team. I wanted to be alone with Hana, but while I was making love with her I wanted them to stimulate themselves (or each other), but without taking anyone over the edge. I wanted four ladies on the brink of orgasm throughout. And I wanted them all thinking lovingly, erotically, of Hana. I hoped their link would add an important boost to Hana's mind. 

And lastly I would do my best to add the final touch. Marina added that she had "a little something" to do to prepare me immediately beforehand. She seemed to be looking forward to it. I know I was not her favourite person, so she must be dedicated to helping Hana. 

Marina and Olga would also find an opportunity to make Liliya and Vera aware of this plan when they had opportunities during the evening's exercise. 

That was the plan, now on to step one: exercise. 

We spent some time stretching and loosening up, and then Marina lined us up at the front of the bus. We took hold of the tubular bumper and Marina called the shots. Lift! The front of the bus lifted several inches. We did that a few times and then we were in pairs running up the beach and back. 

I was with Marina, who told me she was the slowest and would be with me more than the other ladies, although all would take turns. Of course she had no trouble keeping up with me and chatting to me at the same time, although I could manage only the odd word. 

Five minutes up, five back, although the distances varied - by the time I turned back to the bus others were specks in the distance. 

Three cycles and then onto the beach for crunches. The routine continued with some variations for an hour. I had known by now that these were extremely fit ladies and I was not greatly surprised now by their strength or their capacity for exercise. I was stunned however by their ability, one by one, to moderate their exercise with me to a rate that stretched me but did not immediately exhaust me, which was always my problem on the occasions I had motivated myself to start my own fitness routine. Then Hana lined us up against the bus again, this time to push it along. I was amazed to see that we were able to move it a little in the sand. 

Eventually we were doing cooling down exercises and had something to drink. It was by now dark and I was ready for bed. Sleep that is. Suddenly we were attended by four handmaidens who lovingly undressed us and put us to bed. I hugged Hana and that was the last I remembered that day. 

I awoke to a feather touch on my lips and then heard Marina whisper in my ear, "Don't move or make a sound." By the time I could work out where I was and why she should wake me like this she had found another part of my anatomy and was efficiently elevating me to the height of pleasure, albeit silent, motionless pleasure. It cannot have been more than twenty seconds later that she touched my lips again and whispered again, "I'll be back in a while to get you ready." 

In the faint light I noticed her move around the bed and stroke Hana's hips gently through the quilt for a few seconds. I remembered that this was likely to have been happening at intervals all night, and I could feel Hana's hips moving against Marina's hand, and I heard a faint moan from her. Perhaps the intermittent attention had been doing what it was meant to be doing. I was lethargic from Marina's expert, if brief, attentions and soon fell asleep again, snuggled against Hana's firm, silky buttocks. 

Again I was awoken by Marina, again with a feather touch on my lips. However, this time she was redundant. Her plan was to get me ready, but as soon as she saw that I was already ready, she switched ends again, brushed my lips with hers, and told me to wake Hana up for her attention. She then vanished from sight. 

I cuddled up to Hana's buttocks again, but the fit was a little different this time, compared with the time half an hour ago when I had just been - well - satisfied. She wriggled herself against me - either she was already awake or she was responding to the caress as she had done half an hour ago and probably throughout the night. 

Her motion alone would have achieved the task that Marina hadn't needed to perform - it felt heavenly - or maybe devilish. I briefly worried whether I should have asked Marina to repeat the initial oral treatment to help me last longer, but it was too late now. 

Hana slid down onto me and continued to writhe around gently. I was lost in her, but I had to find a way to keep from finishing there and then. In desperation I tried a relaxation technique that had been recommended to me years ago but that I had thought too silly to be effective, and it seemed to help a little. I'm not sure if it was the technique itself, or my focus on something other than this beautiful, horny woman using me for her own selfish pleasure, but it kept me just back from the brink.  

I was still not clear whether Hana was asleep or awake until she really did wake up...with a start. There was a sharp intake of breath and one further, infinitesimal wiggle, and then another more exploratory wiggle. The she leapt up, slapped my face very hard, rolled me onto my back and then straddled me, impaling herself back onto me. She was facing me this time, with her hands vice-like on my hip-bones. A month ago she wouldn't have been able to find my hip-bones. The pain helped balance the additional stimulation caused by the sight of this beautiful woman astride me and shamelessly, carelessly thrusting against me. She was oblivious to the world around her, and seemingly even to the man beneath her. Or at least most of him. 




Irkutsk Ch. 18



The vision of this wonderful woman on top of me was dangerous in a world where I had to control myself. Eventually I had to close my eyes to help stave off the inevitable conclusion. Dribbles of I don't know what ran down my thighs and sides, and she started a deep grunting in time with the thrusts. After a while she suddenly slowed her rhythm down to a very slow routine, from down hard against me, then carefully up, to just before the point where I was going to slip out. Then she would wait for while breathing quick, shallow breaths, before suddenly ramming herself down onto me again. Once down she would use her core strength to crush that pathetic manhood of which I had always been so proud, creating an implacable milking movement that was exciting beyond belief but was at times painful. 

This had an odd effect on me. As she slowly slid upwards I had a few seconds to relax and think how wonderful this felt. Then, while she was hovering and waiting to slam down on me, I was overwhelmed with anticipation at the impact to come. And then when it happened I was an animal. I think I was grunting in time with Hana. While this was happening I completely lost the feeling that I was about to come, although the level of pleasure continued to increase. 

And then suddenly she changed again. Forced against my groin with me buried deep inside, she started to grind her clitoris, now engorged and slimy, against my pelvis. There was nothing delicate about what was happening now. The physical stimulation was lesser, becoming more painful than erotic. Despite that the mental stimulation continued to grow. Mine, that was. 

Hana was clearly enjoying this, but just as clearly she had not yet climaxed, nor did it seem that she was about to climax. 

I remembered my time with Tina in that house. The same house where a few days later the nineteen, including Hana, had later taken me. Tina had wanted to ejaculate and I thought perhaps the same techniques might assist Hana. This was no time for delicacy. I slapped Hana across the face hard. She stopped moving while maintaining the internal pressure on me, and stared at me, puzzled. 

"Get off!" I hissed at her. And as she lifted herself, "On the bed, on your back!" 

She pulled a face at me but obeyed. I knelt beside her and slid my middle and ring fingers into her, curling them up just as I had with Tina. I looked behind and saw four sexy women, all at the peak of their sexiness. Marina seemed to be the right one - I hoped she'd trust me for this. 

"Get over here and help Hana!" Before I knew it Marina was beside me on the left kissing Hana as well as fondling her all over. I leaned forwards and sucked that luxuriant clitoris gently into my mouth as I laved my tongue around it. All the while focusing on what I was doing inside. 

I was hard again despite the absence of direct physical stimulation - this beautiful woman in front of me, another beside me and three more sending their aura of joy at us was plenty. 

Suddenly it occurred to me. Her feet! Was that the key? 

I looked back again and decided it should be Slim - er - Olga. I nodded her round to my right. When she was nearby, I whispered to her to attend to her feet. I didn't see what she did - I was already back to my oral clitoral duties. 

While I couldn't see what Olga was up to, she was clearly amping up Hana's response. Thick fluid was now continuously flowing down my hands and Hana was now attacking my face with her thrusting and twisting. 

It was after perhaps only a minute of this added attention that Hana spoke in a strange guttural voice. "On your back again!" She then sat up on the side of the bed, and I lay down on it again, face up. 

In no time she was back atop me, working her hips frantically against me. I knew Olga was still doing something behind me, presumably to Hana's feet, but I could neither see nor hear anything now as Marina was sitting on my face, her thighs forced against me ears. However, I suddenly knew exactly what was happening everywhere in the bus. Olga was sucking and licking Hana's toes and lightly stroking the soles of her feet. Marina was (in addition to effectively isolating me sight- and sound-wise) kissing Hana, playing with her ears and mashing their breasts together. Liliya and Vera were by now standing on the bed straddling us and masturbating wetly over us. 

Hana had nowhere to go but over the edge, and over the edge was where she went. Even through Marina's thighs I could hear her scream. Her wetness started fluttering at a million miles an hour onto me, drawing another load out of me in an instant. She lifted herself off me, knocking Marina, Vera and Liliya off the bed (and perhaps Olga too). I could see Hana's clitoris and labia fluttering above me, splashing droplets of a thick mixture of our orgasms over me. 

She then fell forwards ending on her hands and knees over me drooling copiously from both ends. I looked up at her face over me, but even though her eyelids were open, I could have been invisible for all she knew. Her eyes were the eyes of a madwoman, rolled back into her head. Her tongue was flicking in and out and her hips were humping an invisible man (possibly me, I thought) but what was most obvious was her desperate panting, as if she had run a marathon (although perhaps she would take a marathon in her stride). There was a faint vocalization, almost like wheezing, except that I have never seen an asthmatic breathe that deeply that quickly. 

I was convinced she was finished, but the humping hips started to brush against my hardness, causing an intensely pleasurable twitching of my own hips. Semen was now continuously drooling out of me, as if I were having a constant orgasm. Perhaps I was, considering my level of pleasure. 

I tried to focus my mind on the others, but all I could visualise was one thundering orgasm that just went on and on. I realised each of us was feeding off each other's orgasms, and then feeding the elevated pleasure back to the others. I thought I would die of orgasm, and the concept didn't seem entirely repugnant. 

"Stop!" 

I didn't recognise who had spoken, and I wasn't quite sure that the word had been spoken, but it was there in my brain and I knew it hadn't originated from me. I saw the blurred image of Liliya's face in front of me, bouncing up and down, and it took me a while to understand that she was unmoving in front of me, but my own violent head movements were giving the impression it was her that was moving. 

"Michael. Stop!!" 

I was still not sure the words were being spoken, but I recognised Liliya's thoughts in my head. Definitely she was telling me to stop. But stopping was not high on my long list of priorities at the moment. 

Inexorably, however, she dragged me back to ... was that reality, or was reality what I had been experiencing? I twitched again as someone, and it can only have been Liliya rolled me onto my side, then off the bed and onto the floor, where I lay recovering and thinking evil thoughts about Liliya taking me away from my dream. 

I felt a slap on my face, but there was no hand. Liliya had slapped Marina, and my level of stimulation dropped a little. Then one by one Vera and Olga ceased broadcasting their orgasmic frenzy and I was able to think just a little. I was on the floor with four stunningly beautiful, naked, glistening women, all of us sharing our post-orgasmic glow. And still sharing in Hana's continuing experience. 

"Thank you." I heard Marina say, and in my self-centredness I nearly replied, but then saw she was thanking Liliya for saving her from what I had done to us all. Olga moved to a cross-legged position in front of me and composed herself sufficiently to ask about Hana. 

Liliya was still a little breathless, but said she didn't know whether to allow her to make the best of her first-ever orgasm. 

Marina knew, however. "No. She needs to come out of it while she still has enough energy to enjoy the after-effects. However, we can do this gently. Liliya, help me get her off the bed into a standing position. Michael, Olga, Vera: when we get her there, give her a loving hug. Try not to make it erotic." 

How on earth do you give a woman, or five women, a platonic hug in such circumstances? However, Marina and Liliya got Hana standing between them, and we had a group hug. Hana gave a very long sigh, and sagged at the knees. Without having to say anything to each other, the rest of us moved her back onto the bed where she lay curled up on her side. Marina pulled some blankets over her, and the rest of us slowly dressed. Now the frenzy was over, I was starting to feel very cold. Olga handed us each a blanket and we stood there with the blankets over our shoulders. 

"What just happened?" 

It was Vera, but she was speaking for me too. 

Marina had an answer that: "Hana knows now why we need Michael." 

She looked over at me. You were right Michael. It was best to focus on the problem and try to address it. I didn't think you could do it. 

I smiled back. "I didn't. I couldn't. We could, and we did." 

"Michael." 

Hana was waking, looking across at us from the bed. We must have looked like a coven, standing there in a circle, hunched over with the cold and each of us wrapped in a blanket. She moved over towards the coven on the edge of the bed, pulling a blanket over her own shoulders. 

The circle opened and stood around the bed. Hana looked up at the five of us. She looked frightened. 

"That was the only one of those I'll ever get, wasn't it?" 

Marina smiled back reassuringly. "You only ever get one first orgasm, and that was a special one. But they get easier after the first, and you'll have many more. All different, each one the best in its own way." She kissed the top of Hana's head, then lifted to her feet and pulled her into another hug. 

I looked around at these wonderful ladies. "I'm sorry to be a wet blanket, but my poor inferior old man's body is not up to this. I need to lie down soon or I'll fall over." 

Olga looked at me. "We all do, or we all will." 

She helped Hana back into the middle of the bed and had Marina and me lie either side of her. Then she, Vera and Liliya lifted the covers and got in at the other end, so we were lying head to foot like fish in a pan. It was a big bed, but I had never imagined we'd get all six of us into it. 

In fact a few minutes later I wasn't imagining anything. I was in a deep, dreamless sleep. 

I awoke, feeling as if I was being rocked back to sleep. There was bright sunlight outside. The bus was moving. The bed was empty...no, Hana was cuddled into my back. She noticed that I was awake and lifted her head to my ear. 

"Thank you. I have lived for years with what I thought was the knowledge that I would never orgasm, and all I had to sustain me was the illusion that I could hide my inferiority." 

"You're not..." I started, but she shushed me. 

"Maybe not, but that was my illusion. You have made me a complete woman." 

"You were always complete..." I started again, but again I was silenced. 

"Please let me speak. It was me who started the talk about kidnapping you to steal you away from the others. I told Marina who has always looked after me. She spoke to Romanova and the two of them recruited the other sixteen. I now know what I couldn't have known before; that you can satisfy all forty-four of us. Directly in turn, and indirectly all the time. I was the one who sowed the seed of dissent, and I am now yours to do with what you will. If you never make love to me again, you have enabled me to enjoy fully the pleasure of every one of the others. You have enabled me to share in your own pleasure. I will never be alone again." 

I had nothing to say in response. All I could do was to kiss her. She leant her entire supple body into the kiss, and I held her close. She felt my response and rolled me over onto my back, lying on top of me. For once I wasn't erect and it seemed this time I wasn't going to become so, but it didn't seem to matter. She sucked me into her warmth at both ends, massaging me top and bottom with both sets of lips. Almost immediately she started to orgasm. 

Suddenly she was bouncing up and down on top of me. The bouncing lasted for ten, twenty seconds and then quietened down. I couldn't work out what was happening, as Hana had not been doing anything herself. Suddenly we were surrounded by the others. 

"I don't mind what you are doing, we all enjoy it. But if you do it while I'm driving I'm going to lose control." That was Liliya, whose jeans had a huge wet patch down the inside of her legs. 

Of course! I'm a bit slow, but I had it figured out now. Liliya had been driving and Hana's orgasm had conveyed itself to her and no doubt the others. She had lost control of the bus and had run off the road. Fortunately she had run into an open field and no damage was done. Hana's orgasm had been demonstrably real. 

Liliya continued, "I don't mind waiting while you finish." However, although Hana's pleasure had been intense, it had been fleeting this time, and she was satisfied. So were the others, and so once Liliya had changed we could continue. 

Vera got us some snacks to keep us going for the moment, and we all moved to the front of the bus to be together as we returned to Vladivostok. 

The trip back seemed much quicker. We had achieved what we had wanted to, whereas on the way down we hadn't even known quite what we were trying to achieve. 

It was mid-afternoon when we drove up to the hotel. Chris and Romanova came out to meet us, but we could see others looking from inside. 

"You're back early. Is everyone OK?" Chris asked, but she could see from our faces that we were fine. Then another question. 

Did anything odd happen last night? 

Again, Chris could see the answer in our faces. Something odd had happened, but that led to another question. Marina stepped forwards and took their arms. "Let me explain." 

And the three of them walked away, arms linked together. We were left to sort ourselves out. Which we had no problems managing.



Irkutsk Ch. 19



Hello again. Thank you to all my readers. It is somehow heart-warming to realise that even those who don't like my writing are nevertheless finding this saga irresistible. And to those who do like my stories, my special thanks for your appreciation, your continuing support and encouragement. I know this style of writing is not for everyone, but I write for those who want to read it...and, of course, for myself.




I was woken up by Yulia gently touching my shoulder. I looked up and saw her with a young lady I recognised: a little taller than average, but not my height. A halo of unruly shortish blonde hair around her face. Slim, but still with a shape. Pretty, but not so much that you'd be intimidated. What was noticeable about her was that she was wearing an evening dress. Very classy and a little sexy. The dress that is - the lady inside was more than a little sexy. She was introduced to me as Lyusya (she had to spell it for me) but I could call her Lucy.

Yulia told me that we were going out for the evening. Now? Yes, now. I might have only just woken up after a very late night, but I had slept for nine hours and it was now 7pm. Lucy would supervise my preparations and we should be ready to be picked up at 8.

Lucy did indeed supervise my preparations. She undressed herself and led me to the shower. She got in with me and washed me from head to toe. Then she shaved me with a cutthroat razor without cutting my throat (or anything else). She also shaved herself, again without drawing blood. She dried me and laid me face down on my bed where she administered a gentle massage.

It was now time to dress, and Lucy was still in charge. First a leather pouch into which she carefully fitted me. It was a tight pouch that held me up against my abdomen but unfortunately, as a result of her careful attention, I no longer fitted. Eventually she had to let me take care of that part of the job, although I was closely supervised. Black silk socks and an off-white silk shirt. A dark grey lightweight suit and a pair of comfortable but highly polished black shoes completed the picture. I noted that the shoes had soft leather soles - it seemed we were going ballroom dancing.

Lucy dressed again, not that there was much for her to put on. Strappy shoes with six inch heels - would she to be able to dance in them? And a lemon-coloured dress with slightly puffed sleeves and a low sweetheart neckline showing a delicious array of cleavage. The dress was dominated by a calf-length skirt which must have been at least a full circle. The material seemed heavy, flowing and swinging in time with her movements as if it had a life of its own. A slightly darker silk wrap completed the picture. It was very sexy.

It was even sexier as she took a few steps away and swung gracefully through a few pirouettes, revealing that the skirt was indeed more than a full circle. That wasn't all it revealed. If we were going to be dancing properly everyone nearby except me was going to get an eyeful.

Lucy took up her handbag (which of course matched her dress) and looked at me expectantly. I held out my arm, she took it, and off we went. On our way out we passed several ladies who wished us a pleasant evening. When we got out onto the street we were met by what looked like one of the columns from Stonehenge. A closer look revealed a huge man with enormous shoulders and arms. He must have been six eight, but you had to get close to see how tall he was, as his bodybuilder's physique made him look almost squat. He wished us a good evening and opened the door of a car that was in proportion with him.

I had heard of ZiLs before; the car made in very small quantities made for government officials in Russia, and the USSR before that. This was an old one, very 1950s in style, shiny black and enormous. For a few moments I forgot my beautiful companion. And spoke to Gigantor.

"This is lovely. It's a ZiL isn't it? I've never seen one before." I was not quite right. The company had changed its name over the years, starting nearly a hundred years ago as Automobil Moskva Obshchenie ("Moscow Automobile Society") or AMO. Then in the 1930s the name became Zavid imieni Stalina ("The factory named after Stalin"), or ZiS. When Stalin fell out of favour in the 1950s, the name was changed to Zavod imieni Likhachev ("The factory named after Likhachev", named after Ivan Alekseyevich Likhachev who had been Director of the company for 22 years). This car dated back to the 1930s, and was therefore a ZiS.

I hadn't quite been expecting a history lesson, but I was interested in cars. I had heard of Russian ZiL and ZiS cars but all I had known was that they were large cars used by senior officers in the Soviet regime. I had enjoyed the little departure from my plans for the evening, but fascinating as this old car was, I was more interested in Lucy. Gigantor seemed to understand.

"My name is Joseph. I'll be your chauffeur for tonight, but perhaps you'd like to drive, Sir?" Yes, I would actually. I enjoy driving - I'm not a chauffeur type of person. When I go out on a date I like to drive and have my date sitting beside me while I drive. I had come to think I would never go out on a normal date again. Perhaps this wasn't a "normal date", but I'd still enjoy aspects of it that seemed normal. I opened the passenger door and helped Lucy in, then moved around to the driver's seat. Joseph got in the back seat. I looked back briefly to check that he could fit in, but the back was more than adequate, consisting of a double armchair and so much legroom that even he could stretch his legs out all the way and still have plenty of room. He told me that there were foldaway seats between his seat and mine, and the car could comfortably seat three rows of people. "Not three rows of people like you", I thought, but I just nodded.

I briefly embarrassed myself by trying to start the car that was still running, but managed to get it moving without any other difficulties. "Just take it for a drive for a while" Joseph said from the back, "You have plenty of time and you may not get the opportunity again."

No indeed. I turned onto a main road and was soon cruising away from the centre of the city. I had heard that these cars were impressive-looking but somewhat crude copies of US cars of the era, but this seemed much smoother. The heater was keeping the huge interior cosy despite the cold night. The defroster seemed to work well, and there seemed to be more power in reserve than I had expected. (Yes, I did succumb to temptation and accelerate hard from a standstill to over 160 km/h on one occasion.)

I asked Joseph about this. "This is my personal car. It was given to my grandfather who was personal chauffeur to Stalin. I was named after Stalin even though he is not well-remembered now. I have modified the car in many ways - a modern engine and transmission and I have fitted an air conditioner. The bulletproof glass is updated. I have runflat tyres and the headlights are HID. There is a modern stereo and a GPS behind that grille - if you just turn that green knob..." I turned it and part of the grille slid aside to reveal a large screen displaying the road I was driving along.

This was great. Cruising in a big black car with my lady beside me. We smiled at each other. Even Joseph behind us didn't seem out of place in this particular fantasy. I relaxed and enjoyed the experience, cruising along the open road, probably doubling the speed limit.

After a while I remembered we had other things to do. I asked Joseph which way I should go, and he just told me to follow the GPS. Ah yes - it had been highlighting the way all the time, but I had been ignoring it.

Finally the GPS told me we had reached our destination and I pulled over. I was out of the car before Joseph could open my door - I had said I wasn't a chauffeur type of person - and helped Lucy out while Joseph held her door open. Before we left he handed me a small transmitter. "Press this button a few minutes before you leave and I will be here waiting for you when you are ready." All very well-organised. I gave Lucy my arm and we ascended a grand set of marble steps. I told her how much I appreciated the treat. She just smiled gently and told me that she'd make sure she got her reward.

We entered a huge lobby and Lucy guided me to the left into a small restaurant. She spoke briefly to a waiter and we were shown to a table for two looking over a balcony onto a huge dance floor. A small band was playing somewhere beneath us and the sound of a Strauss waltz drifted up to us.

The food was lovely, but I can't say I particularly, being more interested in my lovely date and the prospect of partnering a lady who no doubt was an expert dancer. I needed my wits about me if I was not going to make a fool of myself on the dance floor - I had learned to dance properly in my younger days, but that was years ago. I hadn't so much as stepped onto a dance floor since leaving Australia. I decided to limit my drinking to a little soda water. I don't think Lucy was able to appreciate her meal completely either.

After taking a few mouthfuls of a lemon meringue I told Lucy that I had eaten enough for now. She just looked at me and held out her hand. As we stood she left some money on the table and the maître d' nodded and smiled at us as we left.

Down another flight of marble stairs we reached the dance floor. There were perhaps twenty couples dancing, but the group of dancers was dwarfed by the scale of the ballroom. I always enjoyed "stepping out" in every sense of the term, and I was going to enjoy the space. A Viennese waltz was just starting. I lifted my right arm and Lucy swayed into my arms ready to dance. 

But there was problem. I like to dance close, but Lucy pressed her pelvis firmly against my tight pouch and gently slid her hips from side to side against me. The pouch became an even tighter fit and my mind was not on my dancing. Lucy looked briefly at me and told me to get on with it, then turned away again in the proper position for dancing.

It was fortunate that my legs remembered the steps, because my mind was full of what was happening in between. Anyway, we were dancing. Lucy continued the delightful torture, but gradually I started to flow into the dance.

The next hour or so was a blur. I can recall some of the dances, but mainly I can remember this lady looking for all the world like a partner focusing solely on the dances, holding her frame and with her head tilted to the side as it should be, whilst beneath the voluminous skirt her hips were playing havoc with my libido. And all the time following my lead and making me look like a great dancer. I think I put on a respectable performance as a dancer, but I'm not really sure. All I knew was that I was having a wonderful time - I forgot all about the others around us and relaxed in the enjoyment of flowing around the dance floor as one with my partner, feeling the music and accompanying it with our bodies.

Eventually, after a particularly enjoyable slow waltz, Lucy leaned into my ear and said, "I could dance all night, and I'd like to do this again one day, but we have other things to do." I reached in my pocket and pressed Joseph's transmitter. Lucy took my arm and led me off the floor. I noticed that we were being watched by several men and wondered if Lucy's dress had lifted enough to reveal the fact that she was not wearing any underwear. I never found out, but it was an erotic thought that made me feel proud to be out with this lovely lady - a lady who was now directing me through a double door into a lobby. No-one was around - I think those who had come out here tonight were dancing, or eating, or perhaps drinking in the bar. Or perhaps they had gone home to escape from the cold.

Lucy suddenly turned and kissed me. Her hips recommenced their torturous massage. I just held her close and responded to her kisses. After a while she leaned forwards and whispered in my ear, "I need you. I need you so much that I had to leave. My need was dribbling down my thighs. And you don't have to tell me - I could feel all night how much you need me." I stood on tiptoe (Lucy was taller than me in those heels - how could she dance in them?) and kissed her nose and then led her out and down the marble stairs.

Joseph was standing at the bottom. Clearly he was going to drive now. He was beside the open rear door. I shook his hand and returned his transmitter, then helped Lucy in and followed her into the comfortable seat. Joseph closed the door behind us and we forgot about him for a long while as Lucy decided she wanted another kiss. I vaguely noticed the car moving, but it was a long while later that I realised the panel behind the front seats was closed, and we were alone. I occasionally caught sight of lights moving past, but my attention was on something much more interesting.

Before long Lucy had me wedged up against the bolster at the side of the seat, one hand behind my head and the other undoing my shirt. Now it was my thigh that was the recipient of a massage from her pelvis, and I didn't know which aspect of her attention to enjoy most. Strangely it was her right hand caressing my chest that finally took most of my attention.

Clearly, despite the semi-undressing that she had inflicted upon me, Lucy was in no hurry. She was enjoying herself and presumably she had a clear picture of what she had in mind for me. Apart from her wrap that was on the back shelf, she was still fully dressed, or at least as fully as she had been dressed all night.

Eventually she lay across the seat, half on top of me, and just lay there with her head nestled against my (now exposed) chest. I held her close and enjoyed her closeness as the car smoothly rolled on - to somewhere. I looked up to see what was showing on the GPS, but saw again that the divider was closed, and it was opaque. I took the hint and returned my thoughts to my partner.

As we drove along the open road in this wonderful car, the very slight movement in the back seat caused her hips to bounce just a little in my lap, awakening the dragon underneath. She must have felt the turgid swelling, but her only reaction was to press a button and ask Joseph to speed up a little and open the roof.

An enormous panel opened up in what I had thought of as the ceiling above me. I looked up and saw that it was snowing. However, the speed of the car kept the snow from falling into the car and the heater kept most of the cold at bay. Well, perhaps the heater had a little help from Lucy, who was very warm against my bare chest. The only sign of the cold, apart from the sight of the snow flurries moving over the car, was the occasional cool breeze as a change in the wind allowed a little outside air into the cabin.

Suddenly Lucy sat up next to me and removed her shoes. She threw them to the front, took my hand and stood, lifting me up next to her. My head and shoulders were out of the car, and Lucy, now less tall than me without her shoes, had just her head projecting outside. Despite the fact that we were projecting outside the car, the wind was much less than I had expected and I noticed a deflector in front of us. It was a strange sensation, bare-chested in the snow blowing past and yet not freezing, nor even unpleasantly cold.

For a few minutes we stood there enjoying this sensation. We could not see anything of the surrounding terrain, just the snow in the lights of the car and the crescent moon above. I turned to gaze at my companion and noticed her eyes sparkling in the light ... perhaps with a little of their own sparkle as well. She looked at me and said something, but the wind blew her words into the slipstream. I smiled back and reached for her hand.

My hand brushed something that felt very pleasant, but was certainly not her hand. I looked down to see that at some stage without me noticing she had somehow slipped her dress off her shoulders. It was now just a billow of lemon around her waist, and I watched it drop to below her knees. And she was rising naked out of the billow like the stamen of a daffodil rising from the petals. For a moment the artistic vision overtook the lust, and I was able to appreciate her beauty as beauty, not as sexiness.

After a few seconds however, she pulled me against her body, and the eroticism resumed its dominance over the art. She pressed her breasts against my chest, reached her arms around my neck and turned her face up to me in an obvious invitation for a kiss. "Duty calls", I thought, and bent down to her in obeisance to that duty. What a martyr I was!

The feeling of her warm breasts against me, nipples like little diamonds pressing into me, contrasted sharply with the cool air. As if that wasn't enough she started the hip motion again, and my pouch started again to become too tight. Lucy released my neck with just one of her hands and did something at my waist, causing my pants to leave one grey petal amidst the ring of lemon ones at our feet. And then a smaller, black leather petal. The hand came back to my neck and the two hands together pulled me hard against her while her tongue explored my mouth.

Suddenly she grabbed the edges of the sunroof (snowroof?) and she lifted herself up until she was sitting on the roof in front of the opening, only her legs still inside the car. Her hair was blowing wildly about - it was lucky her hair was short otherwise it would have been very messy. She reached out sideways with each arm and grabbed at rails running along the roof, and then she lay back, leaving petals of a different kind open to my gaze. I leaned forward to touch her with my tongue, and after a few moments started to lap delicately up one side and down the other, up again and back down again, on and on without increasing either the pressure or the speed of movement.

I think Lucy was shouting something, but couldn't make out any words. I noticed one hard move behind my head, but the car moved into a series of sweeping curves and she started to slide slowly sideways one way then the other. After a few cycles of this the hand moved back to the rail and she stayed in place. Clearly she could do little but lie there as I enjoyed her, and from the increasing flow of juices down my chin, as she enjoyed my attentions. All she could do in response was to lift her hips to increase the pressure on my lips. Unfortunately for her, I was in a playful mood, and each time she raised her hips, I lifted my head to reduce the pressure back to the original level.

Lucy's response was then to lift and drop her hips vigorously, but I had an answer to that one too, simply standing up straight and ending the contact completely. I was now the unfortunate, as the car had moved onto a straight stretch of road and Lucy was able to sit up again and then drop back into the car.

She suddenly grabbed me under the armpits and demonstrated her great strength by lifting me up bodily to sit on the roof just as she had been sitting only a few moments earlier. She then pushed my chest so I fell back onto the roof. And again, just as she had, I had to grab the rails along the roof to stay in place as the car entered another curve. The tables were indeed turned, and she took full advantage, delicately running her tongue along my length, up one side and down the other. I could feel her breaths on me, little short pants of warm breath. I couldn't work out what she was doing until I had a chance to lift my head and look down, and I realised she was laughing at me as she was getting her revenge.

I, however, didn't have Lucy's flexibility or power, and all I could do was to absorb the treatment she was giving me. I decided simply to lie back and think of - Australia - while I was treated to something I had never even dreamed of. And then suddenly she was on me, kissing me, sliding up and down on my hardness, while my ability was limited to simply staying put on the roof of this car, in the snow. Now we were both on top of the car the cold around us and buffeting our skin was intense, and I felt by comparison that I was making love with superheated entity. Lucy's tongue and nipples, too, felt boiling hot, adding to the image.




Irkutsk Ch. 19



Without any warning at all, I felt my soul empty itself through my hardness and deep inside this - this - this ... I didn't know what. My mind was gone, and as I lost touch with reality my last awareness was a dream that I was a sexual sacrifice to a succubus from Sirius.

As I slowly returned to reality, I noticed that I was no longer holding the roof rails - my arms were around Lucy. She was the one keeping us safe on the roof, while still also kissing me and rhythmically pumping her hips down onto me. I was still hard and still pulsing my seed into her. How long had I been doing that?

There must have been another stretch of straight road, and eventually Lucy was able to pull the two of us back down into the car. I was unable to do anything to help, and ended up half on and half off the back seat, and the last I remembered before I lost touch with reality a second time was Lucy cuddling up next to me and pulling the skirt of her dress over the two of us.

A second time I returned to consciousness. I was still lying on the floor of the car, with my head on the squab of the back seat as a pillow. Lucy's head was on my chest turned slightly up towards me. Although she was asleep she had a smile on her face and a handful of my chest hair wrapped around her tightly clenched fist. I could see the snow blowing past the sunroof, but I was warm in the heated car, covered with the lemon skirt and close to this sleeping, but very much alive young lady. I lay there enjoying the closeness of my lady, warmed also by my memory of yet another experience of a lifetime.

I was happy there for a long time, watching the snow fade away and the sky start to clear. Eventually I noticed that the eyes in the face on my chest were now open, intently watching me.

I looked into her eyes. "I hope that was something like as pleasurable for you as it was for me. I'm sorry - I think I dropped out at a critical moment there."

The eyes continued their attention on me. "I thought you might have found it a little too intense, but believe me I continued to get what I needed until you came back, and then until I had had all I could take. You're not the only one with limits you know."

I just held her close and lay there enjoying the company, the glow, the feeling of this perfect body against mine, and the gentle motion of this lovely car. I had no words to suit the moment and, apparently, nor had Lucy.

A long while later Lucy tugged gently at her handful of chest hair. When I looked at her, she asked: "Are you ready for a treat?"

I started to reply, very clumsily, that I didn't think I was up for another treat, but Lucy saved me. Apparently this was not more sex. Slowly we dressed again and then Lucy opened the divider. She spoke briefly with Joseph in Russian. I could make no sense of the discussion, but a little later Joseph turned off the main road and headed up a steep hill. Lucy opened a port in the back seat leading into the boot and pulled out two large fur coats.

"We will need these soon."

I waited, noticing that the road was now very rough and Joseph was picking his way through the bumps in the darkness. After about fifteen minutes he stopped the car, leaving the engine running but turning all the lights off. He got out and came in the back with us. Lucy guided me back to a standing position through the sunroof looking towards the side, and Joseph stood behind us. Joseph was already wearing a heavy coat, and Lucy and I put our coats on too.

It was lucky there was plenty of space in the back of the car, but even so I was uncertain what was in Lucy's plan. I soon learned.

As we stood there and my eyes adjusted to the dark, I gradually noticed we were looking from a high point over a large bay. The night was now very calm and the sea was smooth. As I looked at the sea I noticed a rapidly-moving spot of light in the water. I couldn't work out what it was. Then another and another.

Just as I saw the third, Lucy put her hand under my chin and lifted my head up to the sky. The spots of light in the water had been reflections from the sky. I could see a meteor. Then more, every few seconds, all coming from the same part of the sky. Each one paired with its blurred reflection in the sea.

Lucy leaned into my ear and whispered "Perseids".

I continued to watch, enjoying Lucy's closeness, the astronomical display, and becoming accustomed to Joseph's discreet, almost butler-like politeness and tact. I looked back (and up) at him at one point, and he smiled and nodded to me before looking back up to watch the sky.

We must have stood there for half an hour, well after the meteors had finished, and Joseph returned to the driver's seat. Lucy took my hand and led me out and to the front passenger door, and we drove back to our hotel sitting three across the front seat, with Lucy in the middle. It was a pleasant, relaxed drive, and I briefly wondered what Joseph thought of us.

When we reached our hotel, I leaned over to shake Joseph's hand before he could get out of the car to open my door. I thanked him for sharing his wonderful car with us, and also for his discretion. Again that gentle smile and nod. Lucy gave him a kiss on the cheek. As we left the car she explained to me that Joseph was in great demand in the area, both as a chauffeur and as an escort. It seemed he had no reason to be jealous of what I - er, we - had been getting up to in and on his car.

As we reached the top of the steps, she told me that she was under strict instructions to escort me to my bedroom door, but not beyond. She took my hand and led me to that point, gave me a firm hug and a brief kiss, and left. I suddenly decided I was very tired and barely made it into the room before falling asleep, still fully dressed across my bed.



Irkutsk Ch. 20



I apologise for taking so long to add instalments, but work pressures prevent me from writing any faster. I hope you enjoy the continuing tale of fantasy.



Another awakening, another beautiful woman by my bedside. Or in today's case, two of them. Both dressed, both keen to catch my attention, not that that ever was going to be a problem.

It took me a few moments to reach full consciousness, but once I had I noticed one of them was Slava. And having recognised her, I had to check again to make sure she was dressed. She was in fact naked, wearing only the scanty "clothes" that were tattooed onto her lovely body. I checked closely and finally decided that the other lady's clothes were in fact real clothes, albeit also scanty. She was wearing a very short denim skirt, a white singlet, runners and, as the saying goes, Chanel No 5. She smelled delicious.

Once Slava had ensured that I remembered her (how could I have forgotten?), she introduced me to Vanda.

Vanda had to be a distance runner: no more than about 5' 1" and without an ounce of spare fat on her. In fact she seemed to have barely an ounce of any sort of fat. And yet she looked anything but frail: her matchstick-thin arms and legs seemed well-muscled and moved with a confidence and suppleness that implied power.

As I took more notice of her, I realised she was older. Older than most of the ladies that is, but not older than me. I recalled my confusion about Chris's age back a few weeks (and a lifetime) ago, but even taking into account the healthy lifestyle of the ladies of the brigade, surely this lovely lady was nowhere near my age.

Vanda had a short bob of slightly frosted light brown hair surrounding an elfin face. She had large grey eyes that were directed at my face with a steady gaze that made me feel exposed, body and soul.

I wasn't sure, but I thought I recalled her as one of the ladies who had chased me down on that first day. She might not be a showy beauty to stand out in this brigade of radiant beauties, but as one of only two ladies she was captivating. I thought for a humorous moment how literally correct that word was, but now I was thinking figuratively. I wondered what plans she had for me.

The few moments I had had for these thoughts to go through my mind were all I was going to get.

"Get up." Slava told me curtly. She was holding out a thin dressing gown, and it was clear that I was to get out of bed right now and put it on.

But why was I reluctant? I decided embarrassment could be the only possible explanation and that that was ridiculous. However, there was to be no quarter allowed. I sat up and reached for the dressing gown, putting my arms in the sleeves and pulling it over my shoulders.

Two hands lifted me to my feet and unceremoniously bundled me out the door and down the corridor as I - for some unknown reason - tried to protect my dignity by closing the gown in front of my nakedness.

In about twenty seconds we were walking down the steps in the early daylight to the road where an old Moskvitch was waiting. Even under the circumstances I was pleased to be able to recognise the type. But Tina was standing by the open door and, despite my confidence that I was among friends, she too was brusque.

"Get in." I got in the passenger door she was holding open for me, and as soon as I sat down the door was closed on me. 

Tina looked in the open window. "You are to do anything and everything Vanda tells you. Is that understood? Anything."

I nodded. Vanda was in the driver's seat and immediately we were on our way. I looked back and saw Tina and Slava watching us. I briefly recalled Slava's nakedness, even though she looked like any other beautiful girl standing there in the street "wearing" only her tattoos and standing beside the fully dressed Tina.

But back to Vanda. She certainly seemed to know where she was headed. I asked where we were going.

"Shut up. Didn't you hear what Tina said?" I nodded. "Shut the window. I don't mind if you want to freeze, but I don't want to freeze with you." I rolled up the window. I felt a little warmer. 

We drove for about twenty minutes, half of that out through the outskirts of the city and half towards and then along a wild coast. Vanda drew up near a wharf, got out and walked off towards a single-masted yacht, about thirty feet long. I trailed behind her, uncertain.

Vanda was not uncertain, springing onto the gangplank and getting to work with ropes and such. Soon a sail went up and the yacht magically changed from a passive lump floating beside the wharf to a thrumming, eager animal.

"Pull in the gangplank." I pulled it in and laid it down in what looked like a suitable spot. As I stood up again, we started moving from the wharf and I nearly fell overboard.

"Watch yourself. I don't want to be pulling a drowned rat out of the water." I looked at her and thought I might have noticed a slight smile. "You'd better get below. It's a little warmer and it's not as easy falling overboard from there." I went down a few steps into a small cabin, and sat near a windscreen, alternately looking where we were headed (seemingly out to the open sea) and then around the boat to watch Vanda busy herself at the front - sorry, for'ard - then at the mast, back and forth from this rope to that.

As suddenly as the yacht had come alive, everything now settled down. The boat was heeling over and straining forward towards the horizon. Vanda came in and sat beside me at the wheel, as calm as she had been in the car. I knew competence when I saw it.

Perhaps she'd be a little more communicative now we were under way. "Where are we headed?"

"Would you understand if I told you?" At least the tone was a little gentler now. There was definitely the touch of a smile now, although perhaps a little sarcastic.

"I might not know the geography here, but are we just going for a sail or are we headed somewhere particular?"

"Yes." An unhelpful answer, but this time the smile was clear as she undressed me with those lovely eyes. Yes indeed, this was one lovely woman. The looks might not be quite as dazzling as some of the younger fellow members of her brigade, but she had a class all her own. A Bacall or a Hepburn (either of them) among the Johanssons and the Dunsts. No less sexy and no more, just different. Perhaps to someone of my mature age, yes, a little sexier.

I decided to sit and enjoy the moment, and to steel myself against the sexual subjugation that seemed inevitable. This yacht had now shrunk to a mere bathtub in the immensity of the sea hissing against the bows as the land started to diminish in our wash.

I had done a little sailing years ago, and although I was clearly a lubber compared with Vanda I thought perhaps I might at least be able to survive without becoming seasick provided we didn't encounter huge seas.

I relaxed as the coast behind us faded to a line and then nothing. We were out on the open sea. On and on we sailed, the sun climbing higher and warming us just a little.

"Lose the dressing gown." Sudden, but hardly unexpected. I stood and slipped it off my shoulders onto the deck.

"Where is the dressing gown?"

Huh? "It's on the floor - er - deck."

"Then it's not lost is it?"

Well no, but... "I thought you..."

"You're not here to think. You're here to do what you are told."

I picked up the dressing gown and took it to the rail and looked at her. She nodded briefly. I dropped it overboard and watched it disappear aft. I felt very vulnerable, but presumably that had been the idea.

"Take the wheel." She stood up and indicated I should take her seat. I took the wheel and sat down. I was a little nervous, but provided I concentrated I was able to manage to stay on course.

Clearly however, this was not meant to be easy. I left a finger tracing around my buttocks. I turned to look, and suddenly the sails were flapping.

"Watch your course!"

I looked up and was able to get the compass back where it had been. But now there was a tongue running slowly up my spine. My task was to continue paying attention to our course, but the distractions were not letting up.

The tongue was now at my neck and moving towards my ear. "Aaarrggh!!" That was me. With no warning she had pinched a nipple. Hard.

"Did that hurt?"

"Not really, you just caught me by surpri...aaarrrggghhh!!!" That had been a bite, not a pinch.

"Another surprise? Or did that one hurt?"

"No, that one hurt." I want to rub the painful part, but my hand was slapped away and her hand did the rubbing. Her other hand reached down in front of me and I realised I was throbbing with pure lust.

"You like pain?"

"I don't really know, but clearly part of me like what you're doing to me. You're driving me crazy."

Suddenly she pushed me onto my back onto the floor, biting my already sore, throbbing nipple. I cried out again and suddenly she had slipped what looked like a blue tablet into my mouth and was holding my mouth closed. Whatever it was (I had a pretty good idea), down it went.

"If that was to keep me ready for you, it was unnecessary." I told her, as again we came up to the wind and started chopping madly about.

Vanda didn't seem to care. She stood over me, revealing a lack of underwear and rubbing a very prominent and shiny mound.

"I suppose this, too, is unnecessary?"

What with my lust inflaming me and my mouth dry with anticipation, I couldn't speak. I was probably drooling like a teenager at his first strip show. I think I nodded.

Before I knew it the mound was rubbing up and down my face. And then again just as quickly she was standing, smoothing her skirt down (not that it went far down) and pointing to the wheel.

She barked at me. "Get back on course."

I staggered back to the helm and fought with a fog of lust and confusion (mainly) and with the wheel (a little), eventually getting things back smooth again. Smooth nautically, that is: my ming was even less smooth than the boat had been a moment ago.

This lovely lady was now almost demure again, looking at a chart, then going out on deck with a pair of binoculars. 

Suddenly she started adjusting the sheets, tightening this one and loosening that.

"Ready about! Hard a starboard!" I felt for a moment as if I were in a "Pirates" movie under Captain Sparrow, although he didn't look at all like Vanda and I don't recall his crew members being naked and erect. Nonetheless, I swung the wheel and the boat came about. The mains'l came across with a bang and we settled on our new course with the ropes humming in the breeze after a few more calls of "three points to port" and the like.

Vanda came in and took the wheel. "To the bow and keep a lookout." I had decided to accept her orders without question. Out I went to stand out at the very pointy end, feeling like a spare bowsprit. A cold bowsprit at that.

Vanda had not given me her binoculars, so I just stood there gazing around, and generally towards the direction we were headed. It was not long before I saw another vessel on the port beam, roughly our size except without sails.

I did my sailor's impression: "Motorboat on the port beam!" Vanda turned towards this boat. I note that she could easily manage both sails and helm without my help.

As we approached I saw the other vessel turn towards us, and I saw the flash of the sun on binoculars. My sense of vulnerability increased.

I called out to Vanda. "They're looking at me with binoculars."

"So? Do you want me to enter that in the log?"

That seemed to dismiss my concern. Not the way I had hoped, but clearly things were going as she wished. I kept watch for other craft as I monitored the approach of the motorboat.

After a while I could see figures lined up on the rail, two pairs of binoculars moving from hand to hand. And then it came to me - they were all wearing very, and I mean very, brief bikinis. Now I felt like an exhibit at slave sale. Uncomfortable, but still not completely unpleasant.

It became clear that they were coming alongside, and Vanda called out to me to put out the fenders as she dropped the sails. As I was bending over to comply I heard whistles and crude comments.

"Stand by to take the line!" I looked up to see a line already curling towards me. I was relieved to be able to take it and tie it off at the bows, ready to take the stern rope. By the time I had tied this off and the two craft were lying aside against the fenders, there were six more women aboard.

Perhaps that would be better described as twelve breasts, as all six women were massively equipped. That equipment was revealed rather than covered by tops which barely covered the nipples, and in some cases not completely at that. They were all blonde (the ladies that is, not the breasts), and all six brightly coloured outfits put together wouldn't have added up to enough material for one handkerchief.

The six women were standing around Vanda, staring at me and asking her about me in a chatter of US twang. It seemed they were on holiday in a group with their husbands who had left them to find their fun alone while they played golf.

They wanted to know lots of things, including my Lady Brigade tattoo on my forehead, and Vanda answered these questions patiently.

Then Vanda called me over. "These six need a crewman for their boat. Do you want to help?"

Only a few weeks ago that would have been the best offer I had had, but now I was very happy where I was. However, I was under orders.

"I await your orders Captain."

"I order you to tell me if you would like to accept their request."

I had to answer carefully. I was happy to help, but I wanted to stay with Vanda today, and with Chris and the Brigade forever. In any respect, it seemed a dangerous risk to start messing with married women. 

"I'd like to help, but I want to stay with you. They seem to be able to manage their boat themselves. I'm not sure what I can do to help" 

Vanda had me there. "They are going to take us in tow. That will save us a lot of time. They need someone to take charge of the tow. Will you do that."

I had no more experience at this than anyone, but Vanda had been quite clear. There was only one answer. "Yes Captain."

I organised a heavy line from the stern of the motorboat to our bows, stepped over to the motorboat and started to untie the other ropes holding the boats alongside each other. By the time I had done this, the twelve breasts were back on the motorboat with me, and Vanda was alone on the yacht, ready to take the fenders. I went to the helm and slowly edged away.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea which direction to take. I called out to Vanda and the reply came in two words: "Due East".

Back to the helm, I slowly drew the line tight and swung the yacht around to follow, then started to apply the power. This was certainly a powerful boat, and both boats started to cut a huge bow wave.

Now the course was set, the throttle open and we were moving steadily. I was sitting in the captain's seat with little to do except to cope with the twelve...er, six bodies pressed hard around me. And the twelve hands touching every possible erogenous zone I had, with some hands left over for other areas. And with my - er - slavemaster, following behind getting what she would probably refer to as a ringside view of me and my attendants. My recent medication would have kept me ready even if the situation hadn't.

I knew there had to be some limit set, but where...and how?

I think each hand (except my two holding the wheel) had tested the effect of the Viagra at least once, and the trend seemed to be to see what they could get out of it. I couldn't see any hope of getting their hands off me, and so eventually I explained that they could touch but not grip it.

Something soft touched me head. By the time I had grabbed it and found it to be one of the minuscule bikini tops, another five had descended upon me. And then another six matching items and we were all naked.

"You can touch and grip or do anything else you can imagine to anything you can see", one of the women said. And in fact the six bodies were pressed against me, sliding up and down and around. I couldn't make out the individual women, just an amorphous mass of breasts and lips and genitalia and hands, all focussed on me.

Suddenly all I could think about was the treasure hidden (or at least covered) by the denim skirt in the yacht behind me. I knew now that the main target of these women was now throbbing and rigid only because of Vanda and the medication she had given me. Or at least mainly because of it. It was only then that I started to become confident that I was going to be able to resist the temptation Vanda had subjected me to.

Now I felt able to relax and enjoy an experience that I knew I would remember all my life without succumbing to it. With my now cooler head I started to be able to identify individuals out of the sexy mass.

At one point a woman who was kissing me slid around to lick my ear and then to whisper (loudly) what she wanted to do to me. Suddenly the other five were listening intently.

I nibbled my way around to her ear. In a similar whisper, for her and for the other five, I said that I would remember this experience all of my life, and perhaps they could too. I was going to fantasise about this for ever.

I continued, telling her that the lady in the yacht behind was the one for me, and that they would be returning to their husbands at the end of the day, I was looking for a longer term relationship.

"But don't you like us? We have had the top surgeons give us the sexiest bodies and the most beautiful faces possible? And you can have us just the once and never have to bother with us again."

I told them that they were indeed very lovely, but that I preferred longer term relationships, and that was what I had found. I was hoping that the plural "relationships" wouldn't be taken too literally, but I was out of luck.

"You prefer your perverted relationships with a group of foreign losers like that sexless stick back there, when you could have six luscious women all at the same time?"

I felt very protective about Vanda, and was not interested in explaining that I could share my bed with more than six beautiful women. I may have lost my cool. "They're not sexless, they're not losers and, just in case your geography has failed you, you're in Russia. They're not foreign here, you are."

Suddenly I was flailing about in the wash. The six had simply tipped me over the side. I surfaced again in time to see the yacht go past, and I waved my arms and shouted as loudly as I could, but the yacht, too, disappeared into the East leaving me bouncing around in the second wash in just a few seconds.

So here I was, naked in the Pacific Ocean, miles from the coast with nothing but sea around me. I'll admit that I panicked, for a moment hoping that a shark would get me rather than dying of exposure or thirst to finish me off after hours of misery.

However, I knew the boats had disappeared into the East, and that the nearest land was west. I knew also that it was still morning and that the sun would be east. These two things both confirmed that the direction I should take. Without even the slightest hope, but having to do something, I started a gentle breaststroke. "Breaststroke", I thought with a savage humour. It had seemed much more fun only five minutes ago! The only reminder now of any sexual feeling was that I had a keel, but even that now gradually lost its lead.

For no particular reason I started counting my strokes. I remembered counting my steps as I had walked back to the house after my second kidnapping. Vanda had been part of that too. And I had been naked then too, but that time I had been walking through the snow to a known target, and this time I was swimming with no hope of reaching my target. In any case, the east coast of Russia didn't offer much hope of support even if I achieved the impossible and reached land. In no time at all my head started playing tricks with me. Was I going mad already?




Irkutsk Ch. 20



Six hundred and seventy four. I would always remember that number. I heard something different. Was it the trumpets of Heaven, or possibly Hell, announcing my arrival? But there was no melody, no harmony, just a mournful monotone droning with an irregular rhythm.

I stopped and slowly turned around to pinpoint the direction. It was coming from behind me - the East. I started to swim back, and saw the sails of the yacht coming towards me. It would pass me a little to the right. I turned and swam towards where I thought it would pass me.

The sails came closer and I could eventually see the hull as well. I wasn't swimming fast enough to make any useful progress towards it course, so I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled as loudly as I could.

The yacht gybed and suddenly the sails dropped. A face appeared. Vanda was now the most beautiful thing in the universe. And she was still too far away for me to see her features.

The yacht was still making a little way, the reefed sail catching just the slightest bit of wind. As it passed very slowly about ten metres away, a rope curled over me, actually hitting my arm. I clung to it desperately.

Slowly I was pulled towards the yacht. When I was a few feet away Vanda went to the stern and pulled me after her. She helped me climb over the coaming and I collapsed on the deck, grateful beyond measure to be out of the sea. I had felt so insignificant lost in its immensity.

But Vanda wasn't letting me stay there. This tiny lady half lifted, half dragged me to the stairs, down into the cabin and onto a bunk. She put two huge towels over me and dried me all over. Then she put two blankets over me and got in beside me, holding me close. I was shivering uncontrollably. I didn't know if it was cold, or fear, or reaction or what, but you can judge my condition by the fact that it was ages before I started to enjoy her body for anything other than its warmth. 

Suddenly, however, I was enjoying the sexy closeness of this lady pressing close against my nakedness. I looked up from where my face had been nestled into her shoulder, and she gently kissed my forehead.

"If you're feeling better I'll go up and set the sails again and get back to harbour as soon as I can."

"No!" I replied.

She looked down at me with an odd look on her face.

"I'm not sure what you had planned, and I presume the tow was an integral part of it, but if you can give me some time to rest, I think I can manage to play my part in it."

She vanished briefly and returned with a mug of coffee and a large biscuit, and I took a little while to make my way through them. I didn't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up, with her mound gently sliding up and down my face.

The mound vanished as she stood from me, still dressed as before. "I thought half an hour's sleep would be enough, and I thought you might like to wake up this way."

She was right again. But I had awoken in my usual state of readiness, completely recovered from my dunking, and the method of waking had not eased the pressure.

"We'll get on to that very soon." She nodded to my loins. She had not missed my readiness.

For a while, however, she wanted to talk. I sat up with the blanket wrapped around me and listened. "I'm not sure quite what happened on the motorboat, but it looked as if they threw you overboard. I saw you flash past, in fact I nearly ran you over. I immediately tried to untie the towrope, but it was pulled very tight and by the time I was free I was miles away. I sailed back to where I thought you were and started a pattern search. I can't tell you how relieved I was to see you."

"I think I have some idea how relieved you were."

She nodded in understanding.

Then I heard a motor - the sound was familiar. I looked up at Vanda, concerned.

"Stay here." This was spoken in a more commanding voice than I had heard before from her. She was a person to be reckoned with, for all her petite body.

I hear the motor getting closer and then slowing. There was no doubt they were coming alongside, but what did they want now?

I heard voices for a moment, then Vanda returned.

"They have been looking for you. They want to confirm that you're OK."

I looked up at her, standing halfway down the stairs. "Do you think they plan to cause more trouble?"

"I very much doubt it. They thought they'd killed you. Some of them have been crying."

Okay. Maybe they were not going to cause more trouble, but what did they want?

"Can they come in and see you?"

I looked at her enquiringly. She seemed confident, and if it came to a roughhouse she could probably handle these women on her own. "Okay."

Vanda called out and I felt the yacht rock slightly, six times in a row. 

A moment later six magnificent but sheepish women, still naked, followed Vanda into the now very crowded cabin. I still couldn't tell them apart, especially as they all now had puffy eyes, but one took the lead.

"We are all very sorry. We lost our temper when you turned us down, and as soon as you went overboard we realised we had all been very silly, very selfish. We stopped as soon as we could and came back, racing around. But we're not very good with boats (I could agree there!) and we weren't sure where we were going. We have spent two hours looking for you, and when we saw the yacht we were hoping that Vanda might have found you..."

Vanda interrupted: "Well, it was more that he found me, but we found each other."

The woman continued. "We are very relieved to find that you are safe again. Can you please forgive us?"

I smiled and nodded. "Come and give me a hug." One by one they stepped forwards and hugged me.

The last one looked at Vanda and me after her hug, and asked: "How do you do it? How do you make your relationship work?"

I thought for a moment and answered. "Our relationship is very unusual, and I don't think our example would be much help to you. I don't know much about you, but you are all married and you all rich enough to travel across the world and play golf or hire a motorboat just for fun. You are also very sexy women. The problem seems to be with your confidence - you put on a big display of outward confidence, but it is all just a front.

"How about this for an idea. You take turns. The first one chooses another in the group and gives her a dare. That woman must perform some sexual task for her husband - any task that has been allotted for her. Then, after she has reported back, another woman chooses a task for the second woman, and so on. You just keep going as long as you want; for ever if it suits. You can set some ground rules, for instance the sex must involve solely the woman and her husband. You could decide that pain is out, or perhaps limit the degree of pain.

"The idea should be that each woman must perform some sexual favour for her husband that will surprise and please him, and although the woman would usually enjoy it too, the main benefit for her will be his pleasure. And also to keep up her status amongst you six."

"What sort of sexual favours?"

"I'd be inclined to start with relatively simple things. Surprise sex, waking him up with fellatio instead of an alarm clock, going out without underwear and flashing him at some stage. Once they get the idea, and provided they are enjoying themselves, you could force yourself on them, or masturbate yourself while sitting beside them in their car, or have sex with them in their office."

One of the women with very red, swollen eyes asked: "They'd get used to it."

"The one naming the penalty will need to be imaginative. The one performing the favour would need to be genuinely enthusiastic. You were ready to jump a complete stranger just a little while ago. Surely you don't mind doing a bit extra for your own husbands? I would think that your own sex life would be much better as a result, both while performing the favours and also resulting from their response to your program. But the real key here is that you vary the rules to suit your own situations, your own wishes, and your thoughts about what your husbands might like."

The woman looked at me through her red eyes and said: "I've always thought about secretly giving mine Viagra and then jumping on him until her erupts, then waiting a few minutes and doing it again. And again, and again."

I was about to comment, but the first woman got in first. "That's your first task. We expect you to get four orgasms out of him within 24 hours if it takes you all night...or all day. Whatever it takes, that's what you do. If you run out of ... whatever, call one or two of us and we'll spell you. And we want a report back immediately afterwards. And just for fun, you have to give him a head job in between the orgasms. You will complete the task within 48 hours from now."

The red eyes became a little dreamy, but another woman brought her back to the present. Looking at the first woman she said: "You're next. After Billie has reported back you've got 48 hours for your task. When you and he get back to your room at the end of the day, I want you to strip off, write 'slave' across in lipstick your massive tits and your arse, and then get on your hands and knees and beg him to use you any way he wants. And for four hours the only words you are allowed to say are 'Please. Again.' You can say that as much as you like, but nothing else. Perhaps we'll also allow moaning and grunting."

Within a minute the ideas were flowing and so, I suspect, were other things. The women literally bounced out of the cabin, chattering happily. I felt six slight lurches, then a motor starting and disappearing into the distance.

I looked back at Vanda.

She grinned and evil smile at me and said "Those six husbands are going to owe you their happiness, and they'll never know it."

I replied, "I hope they never know."

Vanda started setting sails and the yacht came to life again, bouncing back westwards across a swell and giving us a jolt every few seconds.

"I don't mind spreading happiness, even if I get no credit. But I think you have orders for me...?"

"Oh yes. Off came the skirt and the shirt, and she started a sexy dance for me. Her nipples were huge knots of swollen flesh on a completely flat chest. But very quickly 'dance' was no longer the correct term. She was openly masturbating, slowly backing up to the bunk. When she reached it lay back, held herself open, and said "In here. Now."

I took three steps forward and buried myself in her. She was so slick she squelched loudly as I slid in. I leaned over her and placed my hands over her shoulders, bending down and alternately biting and sucking hard on those huge nipples.

Then her legs wrapped around my back, and her arms pulled my chest hard against hers, and she started kissing my neck. In no time I was resting all my weight on her, and she was slowly, mercilessly, humping against me. There was something else too. Not me - I wasn't actually contributing much at all, but something was giving me a forceful thrust deep into her every few seconds. The yacht on the choppy swell! Had that been the entire idea of getting a tow out here so she could set the yacht on such a course just to give a little extra "hump" to our humping? What a sneaky trick to play!

She moved slightly until her lips were against my ear, and she whispered to me that that coffee I had had about ten minutes ago had included a large dose of Viagra, and she wanted the full benefit of it.

It had been a big start to the day, and I was physically tired after my swim. Before long I was just lying relaxed on top of her, except for the one bit that was definitely not relaxed and was inside her. She was doing all the work from underneath, slowly thrusting and relaxing. I was ages from orgasm, but I could see even now that she was going to get what she wanted out of me whatever I did. Thrust, relax, thrust, relax. On and on and on and on and coupled with the movement from the sea. I seemed in a trance, lying there with this thrill building from my toenails, from the top of my scalp, from the whole of my body towards my core. I lost track of time, but still this little dynamo impaled herself on me, then slid back, on and on.

Eventually she got the treat she wanted out of me, but her only response was a triumphant moan. On and on she worked. I started to experience feelings unfamiliar to me, and then, this time without warning, another bolt of fluid shot out of me and into her. Again the triumphant moan, and again she continued as if I was not done.

But clearly I was indeed not done, at least from her point of view, as I remained hard, and the treatment continued. A marathon runner indeed.

I think it was after my fourth orgasm (but who was counting?) that the sensations started to become even more intense. I tried to cope for a long while, but eventually it had to stop. I put my arms down on the bed and lifted myself off this succubus. She was ahead of me, however. She remained clung to me like a limpet, continuing to thrust onto me. I stood up, but still she continued. I was momentarily reminded of the creatures in the Alien movies, which impregnated their eggs into a much larger host. This time, the sex machine was extracting semen efficiently and repeatedly, slowly and persistently. I lay on my back on the bunk, and so she was now atop me, still doing her thing. A fifth and sixth orgasm seemed to blend into each other, and I could not be sure whether it was indeed two, or just one.

Now she was kissing me, although she continued unchanged in her other movements. I was by now no better than semi-conscious. Oblivious to everything in my surroundings, even by now Vanda, everything except the continuing suction, pressure, suction, pressure continuing on me.

I remember her rolling me over so she was back underneath me, still continuing at her task. I lifted my head back and looked down at her face. The eyes were rolled back, the nostrils flared widely, and little sprays of sweat blew out of her open mouth with every breath. I was finished, but still the torture continued steadily. By now I was orgasming slowly and continuously. The friction was now stinging painful, but it was pain that had much pleasure mixed in.

One loud grunt from Vanda, and I knew she was coming too, but I had no idea whether this was the first or the hundred and first. And still she did not stop. I think her nipples had swollen even more, as by now I could feel them digging hard into my chest. More loud grunts, but no change otherwise. At some stage we fell onto the floor, and I was worried that my weight would have hurt her, but still she continued.

After a much longer time her movements increased in amplitude. Now she was lifting herself completely off the ground from her shoulders to her heels with each stroke. And yes, unbelievably, she was lifting me too each time. And still thrusting onto me. Her grunting was by now continuous, one per breath. I was in sweet agony, but there was no way I would have stopped this, even assuming I could have.

After much longer yet again, I was pushed out of her by the pressure of her internal muscular contractions. The vice-like grip of her arms and legs released, and I was able to stagger up off her. A long string of our combined fluids kept contact between us until eventually it snapped as I stood, and the wet string slapped against her thigh. I could see a vein running from one side of her navel down her flat tummy almost to her clitoris, red and visibly bulging out of its hood.

I bent down and picked her up. She weighed even less than I had expected. I laid her down on the bunk, lay down next to her, and pulled the blankets over us. Her last movements were to stretch a slim thigh over my hip, still humping against me, but now gently, as she also wrapped an arm around me and pressed her face into the crook of my neck and started snoring gently. At least I think they were her last movements, but I was asleep immediately myself too.

I think I awoke briefly once or twice, but each time I noticed she was still in place, and still gently humping my hip. And then the next time she was standing beside me with another mug of coffee. Bizarrely the first thing I noticed was that same vein, running down her abdomen like a little arrow towards her sex. Her sex. Yes, that was red and gaping open, still dripping and I thought still pulsing slightly. I looked slightly higher, and saw her nipples, dripping with ... sweat?

A little higher to her face, smiling broadly at me. She put the coffee down next to me, bent down and kissed my forehead, sweetly and gently.

"Thank you. I've been waiting all my life for that. Those other times after chasing you that first time, and then when we kidnapped you the second time. They were lovely, but they didn't even take the edge off my lust. But that just now, that really hit the spot." She left briefly and came back with another coffee, and sat on my lap with that firm arse pressing against my now even more sensitive than usual parts. She took a sip. "That would have killed any one of those American women, but they'd already have been in heaven before they did."

"So...", I asked her: "All that palaver, sailing out here, the tow to get further out, just to use the choppy sea to add to the thrill?"

She looked over her shoulder at me. "I'm sorry if I've let you down. Give me a few minutes and I'll make it up to you." She slid her delicious rear around in my lap, as if exploring for some remaining signs of hardness. If had been her aim, she would have failed.

I kissed her again. "You haven't let me down, and you have nothing to make up to me for. You may, however, have to pay some penance to whoever has me tomorrow if I'm not back and in fighting trim in time for her."

The chop was still bouncing her around on me, and it was very pleasant, but it would have taken a crane to get me hard again right now after all that she had done to me.

Vanda looked up at a screen on the wall, and got up in a hurry. "I lost track of time. We must have slept for hours. I got up and looked though the windscreen. I could see land close by. We had cut it fine: if we had slept another 15 or 20 minutes we would have been at risk of running aground.

Vanda got to work and in no time we were securely tied alongside the wharf. I saw the motorboat moored nearby, quietly rocking in the waves as if nothing had happened. Vanda laid out the gangplank and we walked down the wharf. Suddenly our six friends appeared, still naked, and formed a guard of honour for us to walk through. As I stepped out the other side with Vanda I turned to thank them. I saw, for the first time in a long while in Russia, a Police officer. I was suddenly aware of my nakedness and that of my friends. However, the Police officer didn't seem too concerned - he had a big smile on his face as he filmed the parade.

I now felt a little self-conscious about my nakedness, and was relieved when Vanda opened the car and we were able to enter its shelter. She started it and moved off. I thought my day was over and that I would be able to have a quiet time for the remainder of the afternoon and the evening.

But no, it was quickly clear that Vanda was not heading back to our hotel. At least we were able to warm up after she turned the heater on.

We travelled along increasingly rough roads though barren territory until I was completely lost. Eventually, while driving through some hills she turned into a narrow gorge which seemed to end in a cave. She sounded the horn as we pulled up to a stop, and suddenly the car was surrounded by a group of figures, half hidden by the shadows in the gorge.

Vanda opened her window a little and spoke quietly to one of the shadows. After a few seconds she opened the door and stepped out, indicating that I should do the same. The figures were all wrapped in huge pieces of fur, and before long I wished I had one. Not just for my modesty (by now I had only vague memories of what that meant!) but mainly for warmth. Then Vanda and her friend led the group deep into the cave, where a fire gave some light and warmth, but not much of either.




Irkutsk Ch. 20



We sat on a circle of rocks around the fire, and a shadow brought me a fur for myself. I noticed Vanda was given one too. In the half-light I couldn't see the colour of the fur - it could have been polar bear for all I knew. It was certainly welcome for its warmth.

One of the shadows seemed to adopt me. It had long straggly hair and occasionally I would notice a small shadowy breast under the fur. She brought me a wooden platter with some indeterminate substance on it. She reached and grabbed a fingerful of this concoction, indicating I should do the same. I did, and while I couldn't identify the taste, it was lovely. That may have been because I was starving: I would have eaten anything at this point. I thought for a moment that I could never have imagined myself sitting in a cave with a group of hippies in a commune in Siberia!

As I ate, and then drank from a communal bowl that made many turns around the fire, I started to feel warm and relaxed. Something in the drink of course, or perhaps in the food. No matter, I was happy and comfortable and my silent companion was enchanting. I found myself sneaking looks at the one small high breast now peeking out from the fur. It was topped with a very erect nipple.

I wondered if the exposure was intentional, and recollected the extremely comprehensive job Vanda had done of draining every last drop out of me. I did at one point notice Vanda, surrounded by two men, glance over at me and then at my companion. Was she inviting me...giving me permission...suggesting...that I take up this implied offer?

And then the offer was no longer implied. My companion stood, turned to face me, opened her furs to reveal a wonderful slim figure, then reached out for my hand. I looked over to Vanda, who smiled at me and gave a slight nod, as both her companions held their hands out in the direction I was being led, clearly indicating at least that they had no objection.

In any case my hand was gripped firmly and I was led a short distance away, out of direct sight of the fire, but still very slightly illuminated by it. Moments later it wasn't my hand that was being gripped firmly. I was being manhandled as well as being vigorously kissed.

And then suddenly we were not alone again, as a shadow appeared. It was clearly Vanda - even these - cave-dwellers - were not as finely-built as she. The two of us turned to face her. Very softly she spoke.

"You can sleep with her if you wish. We are not a jealous group."

That did not seem entirely consistent with my past experience, but the message was clear. The shadow vanished, and I was again alone with my seducer. There was no doubt about her intentions. She drew me down onto a floor that was soft, apparently with moss, and the attentions resumed as before.

It was unbelievable, but I felt the stirrings of lust again. I reached down to a generous growth of fur, already damp with desire. I hadn't even seen her face clearly, but she was going to be a lovely partner.

But it was not to be. For the first time in my life, alone with a sexy, willing and enthusiastic young lady, and despite the permission I had been given, I did not want her. Or at least only one part of me wanted her.

I thought how I might have felt if I had been in her position, if I were young, fit and handsome, and I had been trying to seduce a woman who had indicated her interest, but who changed her mind at the last minute. It was not enough to convince me to share what she was offering, but it was enough to ensure that I was as gentle and considerate as possible. But how to explain that I was restrained by bonds of "fidelity" not to just one, but to a large group of women? And even if I indicated that Vanda was my sole partner, how could I explain my unwillingness when she had indicated her consent?

I pulled away and told her that I could not do this, that it would be a betrayal. I planned my words carefully and spoke them as gently as I could. It was a waste of time - she spoke to me in an unfamiliar language, certainly not English and not like any Russian I had heard before. She was clearly not pleased. I could appreciate that.

I led her back to the fire, but there was no-one there. Vanda was no doubt using her magnificent body on one, if not both, of those fit young men. Presumably others were off in various spots satisfying each other's needs. I was coping because only a few hours ago Vanda had satisfied me more completely than I had thought possible. This healthy young woman, however, was missing out. And it was my fault. I felt as low as it was possible to feel, but I could not do what she wanted. I sat down by the fire with my head in my hands.

Time passed, and the woman sat beside me, her head hung low. I thought perhaps I had not only caused her to miss out sexually, I had probably publicly insulted her as well. I couldn't even look at her.

After a long while I heard footsteps. Two slim bare feet appeared in my line of sight. I looked up. Vanda was looking quizzically at me. Her two men flanked her.

"What is wrong?" Here was my chance to explain.

"Please, would you explain to this wonderful young lady that I misled her, that I let her down. I am committed to the Brigade. You might have given your permission, but forty three others haven't. And in any case, it is not your permission that is the problem. I committed myself to you and I meant it. I cannot accept the wonderful gift she is offering me, and yet I cannot tell her why. Whatever I try to say or do, the effect is simply to throw here wonderful offer back in her face. Please tell her that she is enchanting; that she is very sexy. And that I would love to share what she is offering, but my commitment..."

Vanda started talking. It seemed the same language the young lady had sued. Vanda spoke, and then all four were talking enthusiastically in this same language. At least everyone seemed to be smiling. Except me.

The Vanda turned back to me and explained. "Aishe", she indicated my lady, "...has explained what you did. She wanted to enjoy the pleasure with you, and was disappointed and puzzled by your sudden rejection. I have apologised on your behalf, but more importantly I have explained why you did what you did. And it was almost identical to what I did with these two men, who were similarly disappointed and confused. Except that in my case I was too sore to share what they wanted anyway. At least I had the ability to explain, and they now understand. And they have explained to Aishe, who also understands that you and I and forty three others [Vanda smiled a wry smile] are committed to our very unconventional relationship.

"The fact that you and I both, independently, did the same thing is strong evidence of the reality of our group commitment. But we cannot leave without sharing in the sexual tradition of the group."

Again, that wry smile. "You and I must make love here in acknowledgment of their hospitality, and they must be allowed to share in our pleasure, if only indirectly."

I looked at her. "But you said..."

"...I was too sore. And I am. We will have to see if we can find another part of my body that can accommodate you."

Vanda wiggled her slim hips and looked shyly around. She was going to share anal sex with me, in public. Willingly.

Aishe took me in both hands and brought me to her mouth. I thought she was going to enclose me, but she gently blew onto me through pursed lips, whistling slightly. Then suddenly other women were around me and in turn they did the same. Some of them were old and bent, but every woman there did the same thing to me. By the time Aishe had finished that first turn, the stirrings of an erection could be felt. After five, I was throbbing and desperate for release. After all of them (I think about fifteen), small dribbles of fluid were dripping from me. I looked up and saw Vanda sharing a corresponding experience with the men.

Then Vanda and I were led to an area at the side, and one of the men reached into a corner and brought out a handful of what looked like petroleum jelly. The handful was passed around the group until the last person received a small amount. Then Aishe smeared her handful onto my hardness, leaving me on the point of spurting as if I had been waiting for months. She then reached to my perianal area and pressed hard. And one by one all the women did the same thing to me. And I had a clear view of Vanda receiving a corresponding service, centred on her waiting bottom.

Then we were both taken gently but firmly, aligned for rear entry sex, and while all thirty or so all held, fondled or guided the two of us, I was inserted gently into that tight aperture. Whatever lubricant that had been applied, I slid in almost without friction, but she was still tight and pulsating around me. And all the time hands guided us, supported us, thrust us against each other, fondled us, and pressed pressure points to keep me from filling Vanda with my renewed need. Not yet.

Both of us were completely relaxed and supported in the position that allowed maximum entry. And both of us were thrust time and time again against each other. Suddenly Aishe bent around in front of me and bit one nipple. Hard. And a lubricated finger entered my own tight aperture. Other hands and mouths attended vigorously to almost every bit of Vanda's and my exposed skin. And I filled Vanda for the umpteenth time that day, this time in a different spot. And again, the sensation, the filling with seed, continued for minutes. I would have collapsed as, I think, would Vanda, if hands hadn't supported us throughout. And then, just as I fault as if I was about to black out, the mouths were lifted away, and the hands gently lowered us to a pile of furs beside the fire. We turned to face each other and hugged each other closely, intimately, gently.

Then, without any further ado, the others leapt upon each other, fucking madly like automatons, all around us. Old and young, each with the nearest, in every position imaginable (and a few that strained my imagination). On and on until they collapsed with exhaustion, until we were at the centre of a tight circle of bodies sharing out post-orgasmic bliss.

Sleep was all we were good for now, and sleep we did. Deeply and refreshingly.

I was awoken by movement around me. One of the men who had been with Vanda stood in the firelight, standing naked with his hips thrust forward and pointing with both of his hands to a mark on his groin.

Vanda translated quietly for me.

"He is saying that all of the tribe are marked with the sign of the Romany. He recalls that I was marked many years ago." She rolled back a little to show me a dark mark on her groin, in a spot that would have been covered if she had had any pubic hair. I couldn't make it out in the dark. "You are now to be marked."

Hands roughly grabbed me and held me down. Aishe and Vanda were kissing me when I felt a burning agony in my groin. On and on it went, and I could smell the disgusting, sweet smell of burning flesh and hair. Was that me? Then cold as water was splashed onto me and then something smeared on me to help the pain. I had been branded.

Aishe and Vanda were still kissing me, but now they were crying. I might have been crying too. Both were speaking, but I could understand only Vanda. She was saying "sorry" over and over again. The hands which only a short while ago had been rough were now gentle, and I felt what might have been acupuncture pricking into my feet and spine. I had to trust these people, and so I did. Gradually the pain eased, although it would be days before it vanished altogether.

The hands lifted me back onto a seat next to the fire, and others took places around us.

The group dynamic was very different now. We had a language barrier and I knew almost nothing about them, nor them about me. However, there was a feeling of closeness now, even during the silences. I noticed some of the women exposing themselves to me, and I thought these were invitations, but then some of the men started doing it too, and I realised they were showing me their brands. I stood and turned slowly, showing my brand (and maybe a few other intimate parts too) to my new friends, and there were big smiles all around. More food was brought, and we ate and drank for a while,

Then one of Vanda's men spoke, and Vanda stood up and stepped to a large flat rock near the fire. This was more formal, and Vanda paused before starting. Eventually she spoke.

Her first words were in the foreign language which I later learned was Romany. It was odd that this language from so far away was being spoken here, but then I remembered that Australia was probably just as far away. (I did check much later, and Australia was closer, but still very far away.)

After a few sentences, Vanda spoke in English. First she explained that she would say everything twice, first in Romany, then in English. For someone who had struggled to learn any Russian at all even when I was living there, her fluency and ease of transition from one language to another was impressive in itself.

Then she said that her Olympic career, as an athlete then a coach, was well-known (not to me, but I would pick that up eventually) and she would instead talk about the years after she had turned 30 and before she had lived with this group.

I thought to myself, thirty years, then the period she was about to describe, then the time she had lived with these Romany people, then perhaps ten years with the Brigade. She must be nearly fifty despite her youthful appearance.

Vanda had eventually become bored with Olympic coaching, and tired of the attitude towards coaches in Russia. The criticism had come mainly from sports journalists, and she had decided that if she couldn't beat them, she would join them. She had the advantage of being well-known in the Russian world of athletics, so she would already have a network within the business.

Soon, however, she found the world of sports journalism a world in which there was a choice of becoming either aggressively cynical or "beige". (I wondered briefly what the Romany equivalent was for this adjective.) She also found that just as sports writers criticised athletes and coaches, the writers were in turn criticised. She read out an old poem familiar to my childhood:

Big fleas have little fleas,
Upon their backs to bite 'em,
And little fleas have lesser fleas,
and so, ad infinitum.

Nursery rhyme, initially from Jonathan Swift's 1733 poem, "On Poetry: A Rhapsody"

Vanda had found writing a difficult transition from her previous world in which performance had been the sole measure. She had expected editors to be demanding and difficult, and they hadn't let her down. It had taken a little longer for her to develop an immunity to the background noise of a few dedicated and malicious but ultimately irrelevant critics. Eventually she said luck had been with her and circumstances had worked to bring respect and then popularity as a bilingual Russian and English commentator in marathon and other long-distance running.

I had not been a follower of athletics and had never heard of Vanda before coming to Russia. However, I knew that if she had been lucky, she had made that luck for herself.

I had trouble believing that I was sitting around a fire in a Siberian cave, wrapped in fur like a tribe of Neanderthals and discussing international sport and world journalism. 

Our Romany friends revealed themselves to be both knowledgeable and appreciative of the outside world, and as Vanda continued speaking I started to understand why.

After many years in each of her roles, first as an athlete, then as a coach, and again as a journalist, she had burned out. She had had no break in over two decades, and had collapsed after a world championship meet. She was not suffering any serious medical condition, needing only a complete break from the unending pressure.

Some friends from her earlier days had invited her to rest with them, and she had been at first concerned when she found they were living rough (although not yet in a cave). However, she found respite in this lifestyle at the opposite end of the spectrum from what she had known most of her life. She had been treated like a child, which she had initially found frustrating and demeaning, but soon accepted as the change she had needed.

After a year living the gypsy life full-time, Vanda had moved out and back intermittently, never quite achieving emotional independence despite her healthy bank account. Eventually she had become one of the founders of the group that became the Brigade, living in far greater luxury. She emphasised, however, that she saw the two groups, the Brigade and these Gypsies, as identical in many respects. Both groups were refuges from the dog-eat-dog world of what we call civilisation. Both were populated by people who had achieved success in that civilised world, which may have been part of the reason they could function with the very informal but effective management structure that the groups also shared.

For my benefit, Vanda introduced the tribe members. I was surprised to learn of the background of each member of this rag-tag band. I was beginning to feel overwhelmed by their achievements and was a little relieved when she went on to introduce me as the saviour of the Brigade. I was not sure what I had done to merit this status, but again felt warmed by my acceptance.

Aishe stepped forwards, opened my fur and reached for my groin. I was concerned about her intentions - I knew I was finished sexually for a good while longer. But instead she just touched my new brand. It was still tender, but she was gentle and the touch was momentary.

One by one the other men and women touched the spot, Vanda being the last. Than I was lifted to me feet and hugged, again by everyone present. The entire group then slowly moved out to the mouth of the cave and to our car, Vanda and I surrounded by our loving friends.

There was a comfortable, thoughtful silence inside the car as Vanda drove the winding road back to our temporary home. When we pulled up in the street she simply, silently took my hand and led me to my room. We lay on the bed and arranged the furs over us for warmth, and fell asleep instantly.



Irkutsk Ch. 21



Hello again. I apologise - again - for the delays in adding chapters, but life has an uncanny knack of getting in the way of this. The storyline takes no time at all out of my life - it comes into my head when I'm on the bus, or sitting in a waiting room, or when I wake up in the middle of the night. The problem is getting the meaning into words, getting the spelling and grammar correct, and making sure the sequence is right (I have got that badly wrong once already in this story). 

As you might realise, the story is getting towards the end. It will be a sad moment for me when it does. This might be hard for some to understand, but my characters have taken on a life of their own. They don't always do what I expect, or even what I want, but instead as the storyline pops into my head it often surprises me. This story is unfolding for the writer just as it is for you, the reader. I will be sad to all lose my friends, but that happens in real life too. As your life moves on to another chapter...no, that's not the right word... as you move into a new part of your life, you lose touch with some friends and you make some more. 

I read many stories and decided that only a few took the direction I wanted. It was that realisation that pressured me into writing my own stories. However, as I have said above, even my story doesn't always go as I want it to. I have a plan for a new story, and I'll have to mull that around for quite a while before I decide whether I think it is good enough to share with you. In the meantime, please read on with what I think will be the penultimate instalment in this tale. 

Thank you all for reading, voting (good or bad) and commenting on this story. All this has helped me in what has been quite a laborious process. 

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I was absolutely drained of energy (and other things) after my incident-packed day with Vanda. I had fallen asleep instantly and slept the sleep of the just. 

I was ready for a sleep-in and a relaxing day and somehow, that was what I got. It must have been almost 10am when I wandered into the dining room for breakfast, and nearly everyone was there. It was as if they had been waiting for me, and to some extent that was true. What they wanted was to see my brand. 

I was wearing loose shorts because of the soreness, but I was soon surrounded and my shorts were removed for a public inspection of my new pubic feature. It was clearly visible as the hair had been burned away for an inch around the brand itself. Before I was "passed around" for inspection, Yulia put a salve on it. She also gave me a tetanus injection and a local anaesthetic. And she told me the hair loss would be permanent, so the brand would always be visible. And then it was show and tell. 

The ladies were all very considerate of what was in fact a third degree burn, but they all had a close look, and most also took advantage of the fact that I was wearing no pants. Yulia's anaesthetic had reduced my sensitivity in the general area, but the situation was erotic - even the residual pain seemed to have a sexual element - and I was swollen and half-erect by the time I came under gaze of the last of those present to check out my Romany mark. I had seen her manoeuvring to be last, and when her turn came she grabbed my buttocks and pulled me towards her. I twitched as her cheek brushed lightly and "accidentally" against my readiness when she zoomed in for a close up. 

Her focus "downstairs" did not prevent me from noticing her glossy straight black hair, slightly olive skin and slim boyish figure. In other words, typical appearance for an attractive young oriental lady. She was wearing a stylish silk top with a low, loose neckline that seemed to contrast with jeans so tight they seemed painted on. 

The sly plotter then turned up towards me carefully arranging to allow her lips to brush casually against the tip. Pain or no, I was now straining upwards, hard and needy. With an innocent look on her face this young lady she asked if she could... She tailed off, but a pursed her lips leaving no doubt what she had in mind. 

We both looked up at Yulia, and my attendant asked her: "I don't think right now he can make love in the usual way - the repeated pressure on the burn would be too painful - but I could entertain him with my mouth without causing such problems." 

I was merely a passenger now as she (I learned her name was Aimi) and Yulia entered a spirited debate about my immediate future. 

The result was announced by my being eventually encased in a warm, wet mouth, with a tongue seemingly determined to give me the luxury treatment. And then my remaining clothes were being removed by nearly forty others, followed by gentle fingertip massage and a tongue and lip bath all over...well, almost all over - my new mark was the target of much looking but no touching. 

Aimi seemed determined not to hold back, as she sucked as if her life depended on it. She had me finished me off in under a minute, spending perhaps another minute trying in vain to get more out of me. 

Eventually she swallowed hard and then slowly slid off me, smiling a satisfied smile as she did. 

"Thank you." She said after coming back up to face level again. "I have been looking forwards to that for over a decade. It was all I had hoped for." She gave me a gentle hug and moved away. 

"Hang on!" I called out. "Where are you going?" 

Aimi turned back towards me, giving me a puzzled look. 

"What gives you the right to give me a head job, enjoying the taste of me in your mouth, and then to deny me the same pleasure when it's my turn?" 

Aimi stood there, confused, her mouth opening and closing as she wondered how to reply. I, however, knew what I wanted. I reached forwards, grabbed the front of her jeans and undid the metal button at the waist. I pulled the zip down and tried to peel off her jeans. However, they were so tight that it was very difficult to remove them. 

Fortunately I had help, and was treated to the sight of half a dozen ladies ripping her jeans off while another six held her arms, shoulders and waist, pulling the other way. Others stood by and cheered Aimi's undressers. In the process she was revealed not to have been wearing knickers. In addition her silk top was pulled right up revealing the absence also of any bra. The absence also of any need for a bra. There was no delicacy at all to the handling and one of the ladies had a firm hold on one breast to maximise the grip. 

There was a period of slapstick as Aimi's jeans caught on her ankles, and the tug-of-war ended with everyone falling over as this last obstacle was overcome with brute force and ignorance. The participants fell backwards in opposite directions, everyone laughing. 

Humour was all very well, but I wanted Aimi to get some sexual pleasure, and I asked the waiting crowd to lift her up onto the table. Up she went and down I went. 

I attacked her with my tongue, noticing that others were giving her the same fingertip, tongue and lip treatment that I had been receiving only recently. Aimi was over the top and done in about the same time it had taken me. There was a difference, however, in that Aimi's friends seemed to think she needed more. And more she got. And over the top she went again. And again. 

After a while I decided perhaps I could take the risk of some gentle pressure on my burn, and slid carefully into Aimi. I was never going to last long this way, not in my present state: pain was exciting to a point, but not beyond. However, I did want to be inside Aimi, if only briefly. 

It was still only 10:30am before Aimi and I had each had as much as we could stand, and the others, especially those still awaiting their first turn, we looking forward to the days to come. But they were going to have to wait for those days to come: For the present I was finished. 

The remainder of the day was completely non-sexual, but nonetheless wonderful. Aimi and I went for walks around town, we sat down and watched and laughed at a Marx Brothers movie marathon, and even had pizza as we watched. The others joined us and eventually we were all laughing at the silly humour and antics of the three (occasionally four) brothers. (Gummo never made it into the movies.) It was a therapeutic "gap" day for us all. I could not understand the dubbed Russian dialogue and there were no subtitles, but I remembered most of the films from my childhood and could still follow the action. 

We all had an early night, and slept alone (at least I did). 

After another sleep-in and long breakfast I went alone to see the Australian Consul. He was a little surprised to see me. He introduced himself, using his first name, Dave, and I showed him my passport. 

We sat down at a coffee table and he came straight to the point. "We were worried about you. You finished your second period of employment at Irkutsk and then simply vanished." 

I told him I had wanted to travel a little to see the area where I had been working and had gone for a drive around Lake Baikal. "That's fine as long as you didn't go onto Olkhon Island" he replied. 

"Well...no-one told me that..." I started. 

"No problems as long as you stay away from the northern end of ..." From the look on my face he knew I had stumbled on the precise location of concern. I realised it wasn't just my expression; he had noticed my tattoo. He reached back to the phone on his desk and pressed a button, then spoke briefly to someone. Turning back to me, he denamnded: "So, what happened? I see they put their mark on you, but otherwise you seem OK." 

I had to think quickly. There were things that wild horses would not drag from me. And not just that I had also been marked somewhere more intimate by a bunch of hippie gypsies. I told him I had met a group of athletes who felt exiled from Russia and who had been living isolated on the northern end of the island. 

"And how did you get ..." He gave me a searching look: "Had been? Where did they go?" A clerk came in and handed him a newspaper. 

I took a deep breath and told him they were travelling with me. 

"Travelling with you? How many of them?" 

"Forty four." 

He opened the newspaper, flipped through it and studied it for a while. "That's all of them. What did you do to them?" 

Here be danger. And more things that wild horses weren't going to drag from me. I just told him we had made friends and were enjoying each other's company. 

"You made friends. Just like that. Have you any idea what they have done to others who entered their area?" 

"Er, they gave me some idea, although they did not provide a blow-by-blow narrative. However, I'd appreciate it if you'd not tell the Russian authorities, at least not until you have to. I don't think they're going to cause any trouble, or at least not any more trouble, in Russia. Or in fact anywhere. I want to take them to Australia. Political asylum, immigration, personal relationship, whatever it takes." 

He stopped abruptly, got up and walked behind his desk, and indicated that I should sit opposite. His entire attitude became suddenly formal as he asked for reasons why Australia should accept these women who had been causing so much trouble in Russia. I felt the truth, perhaps edited just a little but without making anything up, would serve us all best. I told him about their Olympic achievements and Russia's attitude to their successes. I told him about their military achievements and the reaction of the military to their abilities. This was a good start, because it seemed to match what Dave had already known. 

I explained that their rejection by their nation, twice, when they felt they deserved applause or thanks, had made them feel isolated from Russian society, and so they had pooled their resources and bought a remote area of land to be able to live away from this ungrateful people. They had built luxurious, private, secure accommodation and had lived there for over a decade. 

Dave knew all this too, and then touched upon the more troublesome aspect. "But they had no men, and with their publicity they weren't going to get any the usual way. They got sex the only way they could - by forcing themselves en masse on any man careless enough to wander into their area." 

I had to agree that that was consistent with what I had been told. I asked him, however, if any formal complaints had been lodged. My gamble seemed to pay off. There had been persistent rumours, but those who had been captured and released seemed not to want to share their experiences of the notorious Brigade. Or perhaps they didn't want their wives to know. Dave told me with a wry smile that one man had apparently been telling his friends of three such attacks. 

Then he asked me. "Is that what happened to you? What have you done to them?" 

I thought perhaps I could get away with an incomplete answer. "We were able to work together. I had a few new ideas about how they could become useful members of a different society. Australia could do with people like them - supremely fit, with immense talent in a vast range of fields of endeavour. Their qualifications are much in demand in Australia. 

"If we set up business in some country town, with doctors, obstetricians, a surgeon, three dentists, two vets..." I couldn't remember all of the qualifications. "...we would bring new life to the area. And we could set up an athletic training facility with the greatest concentration of Olympic gold medals you have ever seen in any one place in Australia. 

"And one would come as my wife." 

Dave looked up suddenly from making notes. "Which one?" he asked sharply. 

"Their leader Chris." I replied. 

"Ah, the Goddess." he said to himself nodding slightly, then up, almost accusingly, at me again. I could see him staring at my tattoo. 

After a long break he looked back down at his papers and asked me to go away and return as soon as possible with details of every one of the forty-four, full names, birth certificates, sporting achievements, occupational qualifications. He looked directly at me as he added "And a marriage certificate when you can." 

I was to bring all these as soon as I could, and then leave him, and the consulate, alone, for seven days. I was also to make sure no-one in my group caused any trouble. He gave me contact details to arrange a marriage. Then he simply went back to his papers and ignored me. I was dismissed. 

I sat there waiting for a while, but then after the seconds stretched to minutes I wandered out and spoke to a staff member. I summarised the recent behaviour, and he assured me that Dave might be a little unusual in his demeanour, but he would do what he said he would. I walked slowly back to our conference facility and asked Chris to come for a walk with me. 

I guided her to the Versailles Hotel and took her into the foyer. It was a Wednesday morning, and there was almost no-one there amongst the lovely marble. 

I got on one knee and said. "Chris, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Would you do the honour of become my wife?" I offered her a diamond ring I had bought that very morning in a jewellers just near the consulate. 

My Goddess took my hand and lifted me to my feet. I knew she could have lifted me off the ground if she'd wanted. She hesitated, looking into my eyes, and asked "And what about my ladies? Will you marry them too?" 

I kissed her and replied "I cannot marry them legally, at least not in Russian law or Australian law. I cannot take them to Australia as my legal wives. But I love them all, and I know that if I marry you I am in effect taking them all on as my spouses. I cannot imagine how I have managed to do this, but I am looking forward to life with you all. I will be the best husband I can to you all." 

My Goddess said yes, and then kissed me softly and hugged me. I put the ring on the appropriate finger and she giggled and hugged me. I had never seen her so relaxed and happy - she was acting like a little girl. We walked back to the conference centre hand in hand, happy as two teenagers in the throes of first love. And that might just possibly have been the case - the first love, that is, not the teenagers. 

As we approached the hotel, worries started to flood my mind. What would the ladies think of this change? Would they feel insecure? Chris felt my tension and told me not to worry. We walked in the door, and the ring was immediately noticed. In no time we were surrounded by all my ladies. Shrieking, crying, hugging, kissing. Loving. My ladies were confident in their Goddess, and they were confident in me. The problem had been in my own mind and nowhere else. 

Once we all settled down, I told them about my visit to the Consul. I told them how I had approached the question of getting permission to go to Australia, and gave them the list of documents we needed. Within half an hour I had a mountain of documents sorted into manila folders, including everything I had asked for and more besides. When I went through them all I learned what a highly qualified bunch these were. Tina, for instance, whom I had thought "just" a mechanic (apart, of course, from her athletic achievements and her intimate qualities) was a fully qualified diesel fitter certificated by Mercedes-Benz to perform full services including engine, gearbox and chassis reconditioning on Mercedes-Benz trucks. My ladies' prospects in Australia were better than I had thought. 

I decided to take these documents to the consulate as soon as we could, and Chris and I walked there happy and relaxed. We dropped a suitcase full of papers at the office and the staff member at the counter promised us, in a broad Australian accent and with a broad grin, that they would be looked at that very day. There was just one document left to obtain, and that was Chris's and my marriage certificate. We had work to do. 

When we left we walked in a vague route back to where we were staying. The way provided occasional views of the harbour. We talked about how we would travel to Australia, and decided a sea voyage might be a pleasant option after a difficult period. When we arrived the place seemed deserted - everything was quiet and none of the ladies could be seen. However, a few moments later Dominika and Irina walked in. They looked stern. They were holding silk ties and they told us to submit to their orders. I had a moment of worry remembering my second kidnapping and wondering whether this might be a third, but our captors quickly started smiling and Chris seemed unconcerned, calmly turning to allow Irina to bind her arms behind her back. I followed her lead and Dominika tied my arms similarly. They each then pulled out a packing knife and sliced through our clothes and in no time we were naked. Immediately Dominika descended upon me, pushing me back onto a long bench and sucking as if her life depended on it. I could see Irina attending to Chris, using her tongue vigorously, and I could see Chris responding, starting already to breathe heavily and dribbling copiously. It seemed odd that our captors were dressed in jeans and work shirts while we were naked and vulnerable, but no doubt that was the intended effect. 

Once we were both fully aroused, Irina and Dominika stood us up and walked us into the main conference room. Forty-one beautiful ladies awaited us there, dressed similarly to Irina and Dominika. They were headed by Yulia who was smiling broadly. We were paraded in front of her like two prisoners about to be sentenced, and in a way we were. Yulia told us that if we were to be married, we needed to experience each other sexually. 

I started to respond that we already had experienced each other, but she silenced me with a finger on my lips. "Wait and see." she responded. We were led to the podium and abandoned there, surrounded by all the other ladies. 




Irkutsk Ch. 21



Yulia spoke in a formal voice. "Michael and Chris, you are to be married. Marriage is a serious commitment, but your marriage will be like no other. In effect you will both be married to all of us. Intimacy will have a different meaning to include what most would regard as a crowd. You will be our leaders." I looked sharply at her, but she held a finger up to me again and continued: "It's no use arguing, Michael, you are already our leader whether you like it or not. You have led us where we are, and we have followed you, hopefully, willingly and now gratefully. It's too late to claim you aren't our leader - whatever you and Chris do, we will follow you to the ends of the earth...and from our point of view, that - Australia - is exactly where we are headed!" 

She continued on a more serious note: "We need you to become familiar with the new concept of intimacy that applies to you. You are to make love...make love, that is, not just have sex, with your fiancé. We will share in your pleasure, but only vicariously. We may help when you need it, but our thoughts will be for you, not for ourselves. Off you go!" 

A group of ladies lifted a huge bed onto the podium before us. It must have been four times king size, and it was covered in a huge white silk sheet. The ladies re-formed around us, escorting us towards and onto it, and we complied. 

Suddenly we were surrounded by what seemed a sea of hands and tongues, fondling, exciting, arousing us. After a few minutes they moved back, leaving me needing someone, needing my Goddess, needing my wife-to-be. I looked over at her and saw that she was on her hands and knees beside me, looking at me as if she had just crawled across the Sahara and I was a glass of water. Her mouth was half open and she was already breathing irregularly. She pushed me so that I was lying on my back in front of her, gazing up at my love. I reached up with my right arm - it was gradually becoming more functional - wrapped it around her neck, and brought her face down to mine so I could kiss it. I kissed her delicately and chastely for a while. 

We lasted all of five seconds before Chris swung her body around to align with mine, and slowly lowered her hips, taking in my neediness. Then for a long time she lay there motionless, her full weight upon me and with me deep, motionless, inside her. She continued to respond gently to my kisses, and one arm crept underneath me and around my lower back, but that was all for several minutes. 

Eventually I noticed a feather-light fluttering inside her, as if the fingertips of some angel were inside her gently fondling me. The movement was light and slight, but rapid and repetitive. She continued that for a long while, then suddenly lifted her hips and slammed them against mine. I was deeper into her than I had ever been with anyone (and you can take that any way you wish). Then she backed off just a little and continued the fluttering. 

She continued to lift herself slowly away from me until I was about to lose contact with her, so that just my very tip was receiving this treatment. I looked up at my love and was utterly absorbed in the look, both loving and lustful, with which she was gazing down at me. Well, utterly absorbed in that and what she was doing to me lower down. Despite her sexual assault upon me, however, I could not tear my eyes away from hers. I knew that she was giving me the ultimate gift of her love, in every way. I was unworthy of her and she owned my whole being. And I knew everyone else in her Brigade belonged body and soul to her too. I would devote myself to this woman for the rest of my life. I was all hers. And, impossibly, I was also all theirs. 

Suddenly her eyes lost focus and the fluttering became more intense. Her hips cycled up and down on me so every millimetre of my length was enjoying her love. Clearly she, too, was also getting the benefit. I could see tension building in her jaw muscles before her head dropped, her hair brushing my face and obscuring my vision. Or at least my sight. I could still visualise her as she collapsed against me. 

She would have impaled herself down on me again if I had not spent myself inside her in one exquisite fraction of a second and suddenly softened and slipped out, satisfied as I had never been satisfied before. As I had never dreamed of being satisfied before. 

For a brief fraction I worried that I had let her down in her moment of need, but my Goddess immediately gave a low moan and collapsed against my grateful, loving, loved, body. I realised others were touching me all over. No movement, just fingertips, calmly and steadily keeping contact with me. I looked up and through the haze of my Goddess's hair on my face I could see fingertips on her too. I had no way of even starting to count them, but I knew every one of these forty-three ladies had shared - were still, somehow, sharing - the most personal experience of all as my Goddess and I consummated our love. It was not our first time, and it would not be our last, but it was our consummation. It was the consummation of the love between all forty-five of us. 

The fingertips remained, still almost motionless, lightly touching us all over. I moved my arms to encircle my Goddess, and she moved her head slightly to closer contact with the side of my head. This slight movement was a loving embrace just as complete as what she had done to me only a few moments ago: no more and no less. I realised I was now as much a member of this Brigade as every single one of these ladies: no more and no less. They all had a special love for their Goddess, whether they called her that or not, and now I was part of that too. 

After a long while gentle, loving hands lifted us both and laid us back down so we were lying apart with the fingertips of one of my hands just touching the tips of my Goddess's fingers. Then the ladies lay down around us, on and around the bed, just lightly touching us and each other, and we slept together. I was asleep but I knew we were together. The heat of the moment was over but the love, the intimacy, was undiminished. Happiness, calm and serenity was shared as one as we slept a gentle, refreshing sleep. I belonged... no, we belonged. The Brigade belonged. 

We awoke together, in exactly the same positions in which we had started our sleep. Fingertips moved against fingertips. Hands held lovingly. Unhurriedly we arose and as one moved to the kitchen where we all contributed to a light breaking of our fast. For the first time in my life, too many cooks did not spoil the broth. Well, nothing was actually cooked, and it wasn't broth, but we worked together as one. We sat around just anywhere to eat and drink. I was sitting on the floor surrounded by my ladies. Not that I possessed them, I was theirs, and every one of them was everyone else's every bit as much as they were mine. 

A while later I found a quiet moment to have a chat with Yulia. I was acutely aware that the ladies who had mutinied (I didn't like that term, but I wasn't sure how else to express it) had done so because they hadn't had dates with me, and despite my best efforts some still hadn't. It seemed grossly inappropriate for me to discuss arrangements to sleep with other women after committing myself totally to Chris, but Yulia pointed out that Chris had also asked her for advice on that issue. Yulia and Chris were working on a schedule that would start very soon. Those ladies (Yulia referred to them as those still waiting, which seemed a little more tactful than my description) had been involved in the discussion and were happy with the plans. 

Chris and I left to go and see the registrar to make the legal preparations for the marriage. The usual waiting period was a month, but we applied for that to be reduced for a week. The fact that we already had been living together for a while, and the fact that we wanted to travel, both worked in our favour. In addition, Chris's record in sports, both as a gymnast herself and as a coach of other gymnasts, was a benefit for once. We did get formal permission, but it still seemed optimistic that we would be able to finalise the practical arrangements in time to be able to marry in a week. 

We then went to the marriage celebrant whom the Australian Consul had recommended. He was free for one week hence and we booked him. We gave him some inkling of the unusual nature of our family, but did not give him the full story. He was curious that my witness ("best man" or "grooms(wo)man") would be female. This was very unusual, but he could find no rule against it. We talked about the ceremony we wanted, simple and quiet. He seemed happy with this and recommended one venue, but we had both agreed that we wanted to use the conference facility where we were staying as it already had happy memories for us. And so the plans were settled. 

Yulia and I then went to a shipping office and asked about transport for forty-five passengers to Australia. We were willing to take any accommodation at all. The only option that fitted our schedule (as soon as possible after we could get married) was an Australian container ship returning to Sydney with a partial load, disembarking in five weeks after an indirect route to three other ports. The ship wouldn't need a full crew, and we would have two ten-berth cabins and could use as many empty containers as we wanted. It wouldn't be luxury, and I wasn't entirely happy that it would be suitable, but Yulia was very emphatic that it would be satisfactory. She said we wanted to go as soon as possible, and the lack of luxury would not be a problem. "Lack of luxury" seemed to me to be an understatement, but I seemed to be the only one of us with any doubts. 

In any case, Yulia made the decision to book on the spot. She was just about skipping alongside me as we left the office. However, she soon settled down, telling me that the eight ladies still awaiting appointments with me could be fitted into the remaining days before the wedding. However, they had agreed that as each enjoyed my company, the other seven ladies would be in the room watching, sharing but not touching. It seemed privacy was something that would be missing from my life up to my wedding day. Yulia reminded me that our shipping arrangements meant the same lack of privacy would apply on our way south: I might as well get used to it! 

We reached our hotel and a row of ladies awaited us. All the "waiting" ladies, sitting in a row on the wall outside. Yulia turned to me and said, "Back to work." She said it with a smile. 

I gave her a hug and turned to my "work". They all stood up and walked towards me in single file, walking in a circle around me until I was surrounded. They then turned in to face me in the centre of the circle. The process had been military in its precision. The lady immediately in front of me spoke. 

"You have just us eight left to deal with. We are all going to get what we want...need...from you tonight, whether you like it or not. You can then concentrate for a while solely upon your fiancé, and then your wife." 

The circle closed around me and I was trapped. And then grabbed and bundled into the hotel and into a small room with a large bed, and very little else, in it. I wasn't surprised to find that I was being undressed, and then so were my captors. I remember thinking briefly that I must by now be the best-qualified kidnapping victim on the planet. I was getting good at it! 

My captors wasted no time in getting on to their main course: me. I was massaged into hardness and pushed back while they sat on me in turn. Or turns, as one straddled my hips, another my face. There was no romance here; I was being used for sex.  

In turns two sat on me while six sat or stood around me, playing with themselves or each other. No, I was wrong, there were only five. Where was the other? 

I was to learn the answer to that mystery soon, as I felt something happening at the top of my head. Pressure was being applied in some spots. However, I soon lost track of that aspect of my surroundings as other things occupied my attention. I think I might also have lost track of time, as my awareness of what was happening gradually turned into a fast-changing montage of images of me and my eight lovers. I was familiar with the montage technique in video, but this was the first time I had known it to happen in real life. Or perhaps this wasn't real life: this wasn't the only aspect of recent times that seemed more like a dream sequence. 

The montage developed into a pattern. A pattern not just of visual images - they were tactile , auditory - I could even smell them. Brief experiences of ridiculous, impossible sex with these eight wonderful women. Orgasms lasting hours - how could that happen in flashes lasting less than a second each? Gallons of sperm gushing from, well, just about every possible part of a sexy lady but just one part of a man, and yet I hadn't come yet. Or I didn't think I had; I wasn't so sure any more. 

I decided simply to enjoy the experience and put off thinking until later. Thinking ranked pretty low in my priorities right now. I lay back and soaked up the experiences as they rolled through my mind endlessly like the swell of the ocean. 

At some stage I finally erupted into what seemed like all eight all at once. I let out a shuddering sigh and abandoned myself to the sea of breasts which appeared around me. Life slowed back to a semblance of what for me was becoming normality. It would still have been a fantastic dream for anyone else, or for me just a month ago. 

I lay there enjoying the relaxing pleasure of the wonderful bodies around me, noticing for the first time that they - in fact I too - had become drenched in sweat. After a while I recovered my breath and in my still-confused state of mind lay there, slowly recovering my thoughts as well. 

As my head became able to encompass the past, the room, our future plans, things beyond my experiences of the last ... however long it had been ... I started to wonder what it was that had happened. I asked my companions, and they all started talking at once. Eventually they just settled on one speaker: the lady now sitting on my left hand - literally. I noticed idly that this hand was still attending to her nether regions, apparently independent of my control. 

This lady seemed no less confused than I, but at least she was willing to talk about it. 

"What I just experienced was impossible. That's not a figure of speech, I mean impossible." She looked down at me curiously. "I was thrusting into you. At least, I think I was. And all of you too." She looked around at the others. "And all of you into me." She looked back at me. "The only part of that that is possible is you into me, and while I really got off on that, I can't be entirely sure even that that actually happened." 

I wasn't quite sure whether it was appropriate to say so, but the proof was dribbling down my wrist beneath her. I decided a slightly more delicate interpretation was better, but I was interrupted by one of the others before I could start. 

"It did. I know. I can see his goo sliding out of you and down his wrist!" So much for delicacy! 

I decided to ask the other question that was entertaining my thoughts. "One of you must have missed out, doing whatever it was that you were doing to the top of my head." I looked around me. "I don't want anyone to miss out. I need to make up for that." 

The same lady who had just spoken answered, "I was performing some acupressure on the top of your head, but only for a short while. I got my share of what was going. Sometimes acupressure seems to continue long after it stops." I thought for a while, and yes, I could still feel fingers on top of my head, even though I knew there was no-one there. It was about the only part of me not pressed against at least one of them. 

"Okay, ..." I said. "... that explains the head massage. What happened between us all?" 

As I asked the question the answer was shaping itself in my mind. It was eerie as I heard another lady speak my own thoughts, as if she were spying in my mind. 

"You, we all, experienced the manifestations of our darkest desires, our secret thoughts, our private desires, superimposed upon the activity that did objectively occur. Today I had the sexual experience that fulfilled every dream I could possibly have had...and some I hadn't yet dreamed. And I know we have all shared that together. I am sated, complete. And I now feel more at one with everyone in the Brigade than ever before. I wouldn't ever want to see a video of what just happened: I know what I experienced, real or not, and I want to remember it as I remember it, not what a video might show. I never before fully understood how our Goddess could be so happy to share Michael with us, but I do now." 

She took a long break as we contemplated the twin shocks of the meaning of her words and the fact that those words had been the same words that had been forming in our own heads. 

And then she went on: "I think we need to see what has happened outside." And we all knew what she meant. 

We got up and walked out, naked and wet, to find the rest of the Brigade in various spots around the hotel and in much the same condition as we. One of us was missing, but by now we all knew where she was. 

Hana had been outside enjoying the sun. She had been taken by surprise by the orgasm that had overcome her, and had collapsed in the street. A local man had taken her to hospital where she was thought to have suffered an epileptic seizure. 

Yulia and Chris were hurriedly dressing to go and provide an explanation for her collapse. They couldn't tell the truth, as that was too outlandish, but they were cautious about allowing the epilepsy theory to continue, as that might affect our travel plans. They returned with Hana a little later to find us waiting impatiently in our private lounge. 

Yulia had explained to the doctors that Hana had suffered an electric shock shortly beforehand. Her collapse "must have been" a delayed reaction. The doctor in charge had been sceptical, but would not take the matter further. He hadn't been convinced by the electric shock theory, but an ECG hadn't shown epilepsy and he had had no obvious alternative diagnosis. 

Yulia explained something that hadn't occurred to me. Our "Brigade connection" had linked us together for the duration of the sexual experience and a little after, but it seemed not to exist at most other times. She concluded that this meant we needed to stay together or risk repeats of Hana's experience whenever any of us was having any sexual experience. 

She looked at me with a half-smile on her face. "I think that means you're stuck with us, unless you could fit the sharing of our sexual experiences into a separate life." 

I looked around at my loving family. "Does that mean I have to spend the rest of my life with forty-four beautiful, fit, intelligent, educated, successful, rich, loving ladies?" 

Her answer was brief but complete. And insincere. "Sorry!" 

I had no idea whether it was early or late, but I was done for the day, and I slid off my chair to lie on the floor. That was the last thing I remembered for that day. I awoke next morning to learn that all the others had done exactly the same, falling asleep just as they were. 

We were all very hungry and started breakfast for forty five. Fortunately someone had shopped while Yulia and I had been booking our travel. Bacon and eggs for forty five was a big exercise, but very rewarding. It was the first time some of them had had bacon and eggs. Clearly I had had an influence even on such a mundane activity as another Lady's shopping habits. As we sat and ate together, I started to notice the unfamiliar pleasures of bacon and eggs. Familiar to me, but unfamiliar to most of the Ladies. And, therefore, unfamiliar to me through them. It was going to take a while before we had a handle on this link between us. 




Irkutsk Ch. 21



As we finished our breakfast a message arrived that we were to go urgently to the Consulate. Immediately we dressed and walked there en masse. It was a wonderful experience, light-hearted and optimistic. 

Our optimism was rewarded as we were greeted with the news that we were given a choice of several country centres in Australia where we would be welcome as a group. We would be offered an opportunity of Australian citizenship if we signed documents agreeing to live and work in one of these centres for five years. It looked as if my contacts in Australia and my legal skills had helped, but I was sure the various skills of everyone else in the Brigade were the real reason. In any case, those skills were finally going to be applied to benefit a community which needed them all. 

The final piece of the jigsaw came from the Consul himself. He rang at midday to tell us that an Australian ship was departing for Brisbane that very evening. It was scheduled to arrive in Australia the day after our visas were due to become valid. It had thirty family cabins vacant and we could book them for a generous group discount added to a "last minute" discount. It would give us a perfect opportunity to relax and recover from the stresses and uncertainties of the last few weeks. 

The only qualification was that we would have to change our wedding plans. The consul was willing to cancel our existing marriage arrangements, and the ship's captain would be willing to use his powers to marry us in international waters if we wished. We had little choice however if we planned to take this ship as we would not be allowed into Australia until Chris and I were married. 

Suddenly everyone was frantically packing. Two hours later we were unpacking again in our suites on a high deck with great views. There was a knock on our door, and Chris answered it. Despite my happiness I felt a wave of nostalgia as I heard an Australian accent. The captain wanted us all to assemble on the bridge.



Irkutsk Ch. 22



Again, I apologise for the time between installments. I don't want to discuss my private issues, but rest assured I am not losing interest in our friends, with their joys and their troubles. Thank you yet again for your continued support and feedback.

I can tell you that when the idea came to me for this story I had no idea where it would take me and my protagonists. And I had no idea it would stretch to over 20 chapters. I can't really take the credit (or the blame) for this story: Michael, Chris, Yulia and others visit me in the night (no, not like that!) wheneverthey feel like it. When they visit they tell me what has been happening in their lives. I am just a passenger in the process - all I do is recount, in my own words, the latest chapter to my readers just as they tell it to me.

I understand some of you have had difficulties with my writing style. I said at the start that I would not be writing in US English, and perhaps my own "English" English (if that is the proper term) is not entirely familiar to some readers. If (and that's a big "if") I write any other stories, I may write them in US English in honour of my readers in that great land.

And finally, not so much physical loving in this chapter. Even in our dreams, our life doesn't always go the way of our choosing. In any respect, sex isn't all there is to life. (Did I really say that?)

***** 

We all walked up the stairs to the bridge. I watched Anna squeeze in and complete the crowded assembly. The Captain and three senior crew members looked resplendent in their uniforms. The Captain spoke: "This is an Australian-registered ship, and so you are now in a little piece of Australia. You have visited our country before, and you impressed us then with your sporting performances. We welcome you back to our country, and look forward to you becoming permanent Australians. In particular I welcome you aboard my ship. You will certainly create a sensation on board with your looks, except of course the ugly wastrel (said with a broad smile to me). I have warned all of my crew to behave as gentlemen, but perhaps you will give them a fashion show, or a sporting demonstration, or perhaps a dance. Just something for them to remember and to tell their grandchildren about the time they brought a team of Olympians to become Australians."

As the Ladies returned to their cabins, I thanked the Captain for his welcome, telling him that it had been a timely demonstration of Australian friendship for a group who had suffered much in recent years. It was with a light heart that I returned to our deck. I knew through our new link that my happiness meant we were all happy.

I spoke to him about the wedding, and he agreed he would perform the ceremony any time we wanted once we were out of Russian waters. I promised that we would be model passengers.

We sat down for our evening meal, feeling as if the world had finally turned in our favour. I could feel the euphoria, and just settled down to enjoy the trip.

When I awoke the next morning I was alone in my bed, and I could feel the ship moving on the open sea. We were on our way home!

I got up and dressed, feeling more optimistic than I could ever remember - and that included my life before Russia. I went out to see groups of ladies making plans for an athletic exhibition. They were overwhelmed to have the prospect of a supportive audience and keen to provide a worthwhile performance. I could do nothing to help, so I spoke briefly with Chris to check her thoughts on our wedding and went off to discuss the plans with the Captain.

Our meeting was very simple. He had performed plenty of weddings at sea before, and he wanted a formal, public ceremony that all could enjoy. This seemed to me to be what my ladies would want, and I asked him to make plans along those lines.

For his part, the Captain was willing to accept that the Brigade knew its own business of presenting an athletic display, and merely suggested a date, a few days hence, and a venue, a huge open area midships. We went to look at it and it seemed ideal. I would check with Chris and confirm later.

The Captain also wanted to warn me of the crossing-the-line ceremony that would occur just over halfway through the voyage. I had experienced this once before many years ago, and felt the ladies would enjoy it.

Despite the plans being made, the next two days were generally restful. We were all to have a sexual break until the wedding, and we all enjoyed the restful environment and the slowly warming climate. We wandered around the ship in small groups, talking about our lives, telling jokes and meeting the other passengers. There was much curiosity about our group, but it was all friendly and low-key. It was perhaps an opportunity for the ladies to make a gentle start towards integration into general society, something they had missed for a decade.

Chris agreed to let the Captain handle all the arrangements for the wedding, even going as far as accepting his offer to provide a wedding dress - apparently a ship like this was prepared for any eventuality!

Now it was the day for the athletic display, and I was ready for a surprise. I had been kept out of the loop, and simply looked forward to seeing my ladies do something at which they were world experts...that is, something else at which they were world experts!

I was to sit with the Captain and just relax and enjoy.

We watched Chris first. She had uneven bars set up and gave a brief demonstration on them. It was simply unimaginable that she was over fifty, having given up top-level competition herself over thirty-five years ago. I told the Captain she was my Goddess and he agreed, although clearly he didn't understand the full significance of the word. Chris came to us when she had finished, curtsying with a broad smile in response to our applause, and then sat with us to give us a commentary on the passing parade of her ladies.

Every one of the Brigade, except of course me, gave a brief demonstration. Some demonstrated in teams and some individually, and we moved from one spot to another to suit each lady's sport. Ekaterina ran all round the rail in what seemed no time without even breaking into a sweat, and at one point the Captain gave orders to slow the ship just a little so the twins could be lowered to the waterline and swim alongside, pacing us for a few minutes.

One of the girls then gave a demonstration of martial arts. As she stepped forward wearing a gi I recognised the very petite young lady who had been one of my very first "appointments". I remembered her wanting to be used mercilessly. I remembered bullying her, in a clumsy attempt to play my role as a demanding partner. And I remembered the confusion I had felt when she had started calling "code red" over and over again, and then when several ladies had rushed in and pulled me off her. She was less than five feet tall, and very slim in proportion to her height. She must have weighed about eighty pounds. Was this the martial arts expert?

It seemed so. Chris told me that the captain had been asked to have his five toughest crew members attack her any way they wanted, with any weapons they wished except firearms. And there they were, the smallest being about six five, and perhaps two hundred pounds. He had found a belaying pin - I hadn't expected to see one of these in a modern ship! Other weapons included a machete, knuckledusters and a baseball bat.

The petite lady was introduced as Astra. She pointed to the man with the baseball bat and asked him to attack her. I could feel sympathy for the poor man, first for his concern about whether to attack her, and second for what I suspected he may be about to learn about her ability. I had been in both places before.

The man stepped forwards, uncertainly, holding the baseball bat up. Astra held her hands up and walked forward to speak to him. I didn't hear what she said, but a few seconds after she had stepped back he rushed forwards swinging the bat in a way that convinced me that I was now one wife short. However, Astra seemed to pivot around in a flash and somehow the man tripped over and the bat flew out of the battle arena and towards me. Chris calmly reached out in front of me and plucked it out of the air. She stepped forwards and helped the man up, returning the bat to him.

This man was tricky, swinging the bat backwards and upwards as he stood up, clearly aiming to catch Astra across the knees. Astra seemed hardly to move, but just lifted a bare foot which miraculously blocked the swing. However, it was not just a block: the bat snapped in half around her foot, with the head of the bat curling back on itself and towards his groin. Astra was up to the task however, and her hand magically appeared in the trajectory of the top of the bat, catching it and holding it up. She had protected both herself and him!

I was reminded of that time so long ago (three weeks maybe) where I had been "bullying" her. Even though I had been acting on her instructions I would have played my cards very differently had I known just how easily she could do serious damage to me. I leaned towards Chris and told her this, and she replied that Astra had been very happy indeed with our interaction on that day.

Astra threw the two halves of the bat onto the deck in front of us, then leaned forwards and spoke again to the man, who walked back and spoke to his four friends. Then all five spread out in a circle around her, and waited for a moment. Astra nodded and all five rushed her all at once.

I'd like to tell you what happened, but not only did it happen quicker than I could describe, it happened quicker than I could see. This was not like a film script where the baddies take it in turns to attack; they all struck her at once. Or to be more correct, they all tried at once. Four weapons and the bare hands of the original attacker whose bat was now in two pieces. And somehow no part of Astra was ever in the line of fire of any of the weapons. She ducked and twisted, jumped and occasionally pushed at a weapon or the man wielding it.

The five pressed their attack, and it was soon obvious that Astra was being very careful not to let any of them hurt themselves or each other. She was noticeably careful to ensure that each of the others was away from the arc of each weapon, and occasionally she would push one of the weapons slightly to ensure the safety of an attacker.

I wondered what would happen if she intended to hurt them, but after a minute or so they clearly understood that she was using only a fraction of her powers to protect herself - the bulk of her effort was directed to ensuring they themselves were safe. At this point they all stepped back, dropped their weapons and applauded her. We all joined in enthusiastically.

Astra then came over to us and spoke to the Captain. She was cool and calm - not even breathing hard. She wanted him to choose one of the men to wrestle with her. The Captain hesitated, and Chris leaned over and told him to choose the best wrestler. The Captain then beckoned to the man with the belaying pin, who approached. The Captain then introduced him to us as Blue, no doubt in honour of his red hair. I had to explain Australian humour and contradictory nicknaming protocols to my ladies - tall men called Shorty, thin men named Fatso and of course redheads known as Blue.

Astra told Blue that he was to choose a hold to put on her. Astra would willingly allow him to put her into the hold position, and then when he was ready she would release herself. 

Again I felt sorry for him as she willingly lay down and put her arm up behind her back, and Blue carefully placed his legs across her and took her arm, pulling it back to what seemed am impossible position. Not only impossible to escape from, but also impossible even to assume such a position.

I could see Blue's reluctance as he tried to achieve this position without giving offence. He was only just learning that there was nothing that could be done to these ladies that they did not agree to.

As they finally reached the position Blue had in mind, Astra asked if Blue was ready. Blue seemed uncertain, but nodded, clearly bracing himself. Unfortunately Astra could not see the nod, and asked again. This time Blue spoke the word "yeah" as he braced himself.

Again I couldn't describe what happened. Astra seemed to turn to rubber as she simply rolled out from under Blue. I think she must have purposely dislocated her shoulder - I knew I would have been crippled for life if I had taken the position she was in during her escape, but she flitted around and kissed Blue on the cheek as she moved away to stand beside him.

Blue merely fell over as he leaned onto where he expected her to be, only to find she wasn't there. He stood up and stepped towards Astra, holding out his hand. Astra took the hand and shook it. I wasn't quite sure at first whether this was a trick of Blue's to catch her unawares, but he just spoke admiringly to her and she smiled at him. I wondered if Astra had been ready for a trick, or whether she had trusted him. I didn't have to wonder however, because I had already known, that I would have to make sure I had the permission of any of these ladies before I did anything to them.

Blue escorted Astra back to The Captain, Chris and me, and asked if there was any chance Astra could teach him and his friends something about unarmed combat during the rest of the trip. Some arrangement was made, and I knew Astra was safe with them. Both because they seemed genuinely interested, and because she could protect herself.

Although both the Captain and I had known these were former Olympic athletes, by the end of the display we were stunned at the talent, the power of these ladies. It was intimidating for me to think I was one with these - Goddesses - all of them. And then they all returned to me, keen for my approbation. And they received that in spades. I would have praised them whatever they had done, but I was lost for words. I felt inadequate, lost for words, simply shaking my head and saying over and over again: "marvelous". I think the message got across - I hope so.

The Captain put on a special function that evening, thanking each of my ladies one by one for their kindness and giving each an individually-prepared certificate acknowledging their contribution to the entertainment provided to the passengers and crew. I noted that he had included my name on each one - perhaps he knew more about our relationship than he was letting on!

That evening the ladies were hyperactive, and I couldn't be sure whether this was because they had had a chance to do what they were good at, or the acknowledgement by outsiders in contrast to their reception from Russia, the sexual holiday or the approaching nuptials. Most likely it was all of them. The tension - sexual tension - was obvious in everyone. Even Yulia snapped at me at one point.

Whatever the reason, it was a late night, and Chris stayed away from me all night. This was probably a good idea as I'm not sure she would have been safe with me. Or perhaps it would be more correct to say I'm not sure I would have been safe with her.

The next day was almost a non-event for us. The wedding plans seemed complete, and we all had nothing to do. I lay on my - Chris's and my - bed reading for much of the day. I just wanted it to be tomorrow. I saw almost nothing of anyone else. And to cap off this nothing day I had an early night. But I didn't sleep very well, thinking of becoming a husband to forty-four wonderful wives.

I was awoken by Hana, bringing food and coffee and news that preparations were running smoothly. She sat on the side of the bed, looking shyly at me. She seemed to want to speak, but was inhibited by - something.

I thanked her and asked her what was wrong.

"Nothing is wrong. I was thinking of that bus trip where - you know."

I did know, and I felt the same. Were we both to be eternally grateful to each other?

"I can't tell you how that day changed my ..." It was both of us, echoing simultaneously our own thoughts and each other's. Then we both laughed together and the awkwardness was gone. I reached out my hand to hold hers, and invited her to stay and share my breakfast. She was wearing a loose track suit and I was safe under the bedclothes. Safe provided I resisted the temptation... But desirable as Hana was, this was my - our - wedding day. We had no trouble maintaining a platonic demeanour, on the surface at least.

When we had eaten I asked her to leave while I dressed, and I was just tying my shoelaces when she returned.

Had she guessed accurately how long I would have taken to dress? Had she hoped to catch me not yet fully dressed? Or was her link into my head now giving her even such trivial information? Somehow I thought the last explanation might be the closest.

In any case she grabbed my hand and led me away. She almost dragged me to an enormous suite where most of the ladies were standing, clearly awaiting us. I was immediately undressed - so much for my delicacy with Hana just a moment ago! - and thrust into an enormous spa.

I was the only one in the spa, but hands reached in all around to wash me all over. I wasn't allowed to do anything, although the hands between my legs were very careful. I wasn't quite sure whether this was because of my burn, which was healing much quicker than I could have expected, or whether it was in honour of the sexual holiday.

I was then lifted out bodily and gently dried, shaved, powdered and anointed with various emollients. Yulia checked and re-dressed my brand and then I was laid face down on a bed and an infinite number of hands stroked, rubbed, massaged, poked and pinched me. Then I was turned over and the process repeated, omitting only the one area. I felt like a pancake ready for the plate, but again I was turned over and massaged a little more vigorously.

Then I was stood up and dressed in loose shorts, a T-shirt and runners. It seemed I was not to be allowed to do anything for myself or anyone else today. Then it was time for a brisk walk around the ship. Up the stairs to the bridge, a quick wave to the helmsman and downstairs to the engine room. I briefly noticed Tina looking over the huge engines with a professional eye. And then it was a quiet evening watching some old movie and then an early night.

The day arrived and I left myself in Yulia's care entirely. Before I knew it I was standing right up at the bows next to Yulia, facing the Captain and in front of what seemed like almost the entire ship's company and all the passengers. The Captain had slowed the ship almost to a halt and so there was no breeze. Bagpipes were playing the familiar melody up on the bridge wing. I turned back and saw my Goddess and Dominika approaching. I had seen Chris naked, wearing work clothes and casual wear, but never before dressed up like this. She was breathtaking, even surrounded by Dominika and the other younger ladies all wearing their best. I really was the luckiest man in the world.

The ceremony seemed a blur, and suddenly I was kissing my love amidst a crowd of ladies. There were tears aplenty, including from me, and eventually we all repaired to the main dining room where we enjoyed a wonderful meal surrounded by friendship. My ladies were learning to relax amongst outside company.

I remember dancing in the ballroom with Chris, Yulia, Dominika, Lucy and eventually every member of the Brigade and a few other ladies. The crew behaved very well indeed, and before I knew it Yulia was guiding Chris and me to a huge suite. The Brigade followed. By now I was entirely relaxed about having the ladies take complete charge.

Yulia guided me to one side into a side room, and carefully and platonically undressed me. She opened the door and followed me back into the main suite. I was greeted with the loveliest sight possible.




Irkutsk Ch. 22



My Goddess was lying there, naked, a smile on her face. Her skin was glistening, her nipples erect. I looked at mine and they were in a similar condition. I moved to cover her, and gently slid my chest around on her breasts. Whether because of the situation or something the ladies had done to me I don't know, but the sensation was unimaginable. The touch of her chest on mine was sending a direct message to a spot lower down. I looked at my Goddess and I could see she was sharing a similar experience. I repeated the nipple wrestling and the sensations were repeated, if anything even more intensely. 

I lowered my head to her and slowly moved down her lovely torso. I left an unbroken string of saliva along her thigh, her hip, her chest, her breast, and then back up to the peak of a nipple. I could see her react to the dampness, and as I looked back down I could see her responding with her own fresh trails of moisture pooling on the silk.

I turned my gaze back again to her face, and saw her expression had moved from ecstasy to desperation as she looked back and said just one single drawn-out agonised word "please". I moved against her and slid just the tip into her. She seemed to start the throes of her passion even before I was inside, but once I was starting to enter her she reached up and took my hips with a grip of iron, thrusting herself violently against my hips. She immediately rolled me over on my back, with me still deep inside her, and started thrusting hard against me. Her face became a rictus, teeth bared and nostrils flared. Her eyes seemed to be boring a hole into the distance.

Every few moments she would lean forward and touch her chest to mine, rubbing her nipples side to side against mine while forcing her hips against mine impaling me as hard as she could. Now there was no in and out motion, just a constant pressure and a rhythmic squeezing with her muscles taking me to, then over the edge. This time, however - there is no other way to describe it - I simply stayed "over the edge". The sensation of coming did not peak and then fade, as it always had in the past. Despite some slight pulsing, the height of my passion simply continued.

As I lay on my back losing myself in the pleasure of being used by my Goddess I tilted my head back and caught a glimpse of those in my line of sight, an in the throes of what seemed one combined, silent, motionless orgasm. Marina was closest to me, but I don't think she'd have noticed if I had slapped her in the face - she was so deeply involved in her own private pleasure.

I noticed that she was reacting in time with my own sensations, except that she couldn't have been - her eyes were closed and she couldn't see me. Then it hit me. They were all reacting to my sensations even though their eyes were all closed. There was no sound for them to hear, and they weren't touching me. It was as if they were having my orgasm - or perhaps I was having theirs?

With the minuscule part of my brain not consumed with lust it finally drifted in to me that I - we all - were having the orgasm of a woman. But which woman? I looked up at my Goddess: she was smiling at me and clearly knew I had been enjoying the sight of a row of other beautiful, naked women while I had been making love with her. As sex regained the last corners of my brain and as I lost the ability to think my final thought was of my Goddess's acceptance of the involvement of the other ladies. Then once more my entire being was consumed by the fire within us.

Time ceased to exist and I lost myself in the shared pleasure and love. I wanted us all to be able to enjoy the pleasure that I was experiencing, but I was no longer aware of the forty three ladies being in the room with us. I was only vaguely aware of the woman atop me. There was, however, a very clear awareness of all my fellow brigade members in my brain (whichever brain it was that I was using at the moment).

As finally physical exhaustion took over and the intensity of my sensations slowly faded like an ebbing tide, I again became aware of individual personalities, not separating from me, but becoming apparent as parts of our whole. Even the pleasure of post-orgasm was taking on a shared aspect.

At about the same time that I noticed my Goddess was lying beside me with her head on my chest and was still gently thrusting herself against my very wet thigh, I felt as if I could see us from all around, as if I could see through Marina's eyes, Irina's eyes, Maria's eyes, and those of many others. And then I was dreaming, floating through space feeling relaxed and loving and peaceful and - fulfilled. The blackness that followed was both complete and welcome, as if I knew my day was complete.

I think I must have been the last one awake. I had a little discussion with myself as to the difference between male and female orgasms. I must have been the only man on the planet qualified to compare them. I don't think female orgasms were any more intense, perhaps just a little less at their peak than the absolute peak for a man. However, they lasted much longer than any man could dream about. Except, again, for lucky me. The much longer period at that high intensity level was very physically draining. And perhaps that was why I had slept longer than anyone else.

A young lady came and sat beside me, placing her hand on my chest as I lay there. I recognised her as Anya, the first Lady who had given me her name. I decided to ask her.

"How did that orgasm last night compare with others?" She lay her head down on my chest, looking up at me.

She merely breathed her reply, "Last night I learned that I had spent all my previous life not knowing what loving was." And then her face crumpled. I suddenly rebuked myself for being very insensitive of her emotions, highlighting to her the reliance she had upon just one forty-fourth share of a man for her satisfaction. And then I rethought what I was watching - she had instantly returned to her sensations of last night, reliving them afresh. Anya was not in the grip of pain, emotional or physical: she was ruled again by orgasm.

My duty was clear. I must give intensify this orgasm to maximise her pleasure. I rolled her on her hands and knees, pressed my face between those pert little mounds and went straight for the centre of pleasure. No need for foreplay - she was already orgasming.

Instantly Anya flopped down onto the bed and it was only my grip on her thighs that enabled me to continue my tongue-work. Anya was rolling around, so sometimes she was atop me, and at other she was underneath, but I kept my face pressed firmly into her sex.

Anya started making a low humming sound, almost like a monotone Gregorian chant. And then suddenly she went silent as my face was covered in a thick, sweet fluid. She had come and gone at the same time, and now she was unconscious. Unconscious from an excess of pleasure. I had to change my theory now in the light of this evidence. My ladies were enjoying a dramatically greater pleasure from sex than before, just as I was. The reason I was more affected afterwards was obvious - I was much less fit than they were!

I moved around so Anya was resting with her head on my chest, but was interrupted by the door busting open. It was Tatiana (aka Betty-Sue), but she collapsed just inside the door. She got up again and made it close enough to the bed so when she fell a second time she was half on the bed.

She cried out one word. "Stop!!" And then collapsed a third time. Anya was now awake and sitting up. I quickly got up and lifted Tatiana into a sitting position and held her up. She woke again and cried out again: "Yulia says please stop!!"

I recalled Slava collapsing in Vladivostok and remembered that these ladies were sexually linked. Anya had collapsed from orgasm: had everyone else? I sat there, now with Anya and Tatiana leaning on opposite sides of me, both slowly recovering.

Over the next few minutes all the other ladies squeezed into the room.

Chris spoke first, "We need to organise something to prevent us from collapsing every time Michael decides to let the ferret out for a run."

I looked at her, about to speak, but she got in first.

"Don't take it as criticism Michael. No-one dislikes it, but it can be inconvenient. I was talking to the Captain when I collapsed and wet myself. We'll have to think of a story - I can hardly tell him that my collapse was caused by the man he married me to yesterday taking one of my ladies to the very limits of pleasure now, can I? Do you think he'll believe that it can have been period problems even though I am over fifty?"

...

Just this once it really happened as they say in the books. I awoke as if peering through the blackness to just the vaguest pinpoint of a lessening of the blackness. I couldn't even call it light; it was just not quite as black as everything else. I didn't know who I was or even what I was. I didn't know anything except the blackness that was complete except for that tiny spot. For no reason at all I focused on the spot and moved towards it - or was it moving towards me? Eventually it spread to a faint light and I realised I was a very lucky man who had been saved by the most unbelievable series of coincidences from a lifetime of beige, and who was now awake but dozing in the dawn light.

I opened my eyes and looked at the beautiful woman still resting her head on my chest and with her sex still pressed wetly against my thigh. I kissed the top of my fiancé's head and then, as she awoke and looked up, her lips. We looked around and saw all our ladies, asleep or just waking. Some were on the bed and others were lying on sheepskins or quilts on the floor around the bed. Yulia was one of the first awake. She came and sat beside us on the bed and looked into Chris's eyes for a very long moment, and then into mine.

Chris was the first to speak. She said "He has been the best thing that happened to us. First he provided the sex that we thought was all we needed. Then he started providing love and emotional support. Then he reunited our divided group - a division that was not his fault. Then he started a process of giving us a respected place in society - a process that I am sure will be successful. But now he's gone beyond even that. He's a full member of the Ladies Brigade - not just the most important member, but a member in every respect. I thought it was impossible, but he's completed the process. He's all male, but he's a ... Lady." She pronounced that last word with a capital letter, which took away some of the strangeness of the statement.

I looked from Chris to Yulia and back. Yulia explained. "During the first years of our exile we were thrown together physically and emotionally. With one exception we have never been sexually involved with each other, but in other respects we are closer to each other than I can describe. Our periods have synchronised. We have a pair of identical twins amongst us, but in fact we are all as close to each other as are most twins. We think alike, and we are distressed when any one of us is distressed, even if we don't know why, or which one of us is the primary source of that distress.

We don't have sex with each other, but when one of us is sexually aroused, we are all aroused. And I can tell you what I have suspected for some time, but could not confirm until last night, that you share all these things with us, except for the physical manifestations of periods.

You shared our orgasm last night, and our orgasms took on a new element. Last night, for the first time, we all felt a man's orgasm from a man's point of view. Your orgasm had a new element too, didn't it?" I nodded. "You're stuck with us now. Even if you left us you'd still be one of us, even ten years later. But you don't want to leave do you?" I didn't need to answer that one. Instead I kissed her, and then Chris. I felt a sense of belonging that had eluded me all my life. Until now. I had never thought becoming a Lady, even if possible, would be like this.

The three of us got out of bed, dressed and went to the kitchen. We needed sustenance of a very practical nature.

I heard an unusual sound, and wandered out of the kitchen down a companionway to ascertain the cause. Suddenly rough hands grabbed me. I opened my eyes, but I could not see. It felt like hessian over my head. This wasn't my ladies, this was men. I was lifted to my feet and half carried, half pushed down a corridor.

A moment later I felt a breeze on my skin. I was outside on the deck somewhere. Then I was placed in a stretcher and told in a strong Russian accent to lie still if I didn't want to fall into the sea.

I swung around for a while, bumping a few times against what was obviously the hull of the ship. And then down into a small boat, which quietly puttered through the water. I could hear the gentle thrum of the ship's engines fading into the distance. Now I was really worried.

After a while my hessian hood was removed and I could see - well, just a little. I was on a small boat at sea, along with four others. I tried to look back to see the ship, but one of the men told me to sit quietly and not to move. There was a strong sense of hostility.

There was little I could do except wait for a chance to escape. Right now, in a small boat at sea, there was none.

It seemed hours later we reached a large motorboat, and I was roughly bundled aboard. Once on board I was met by more men. These were no more pleasant, and I was escorted down a companionway, along a corridor and into a small cabin. My captors remained outside, slamming the door behind me.

I was alone in a cabin with a bunk, a small bathroom, and a fridge with some food in it. I wasn't hungry at this point, but clearly I was not to be starved. I was, however, tired, and climbed into the bunk and fell asleep. I might as well be rested when I had to deal with whatever was awaiting me.

I must have had a long sleep, and awoke to notice that the engines had stopped. I could hear only a gentle slapping of water against the hull.

Two of the men came into my cabin and dragged me back on deck, then along a gangplank onto a small island. I was taken along a path to where a sleek jet aircraft was waiting. The two men forced me aboard and sat me in a seat towards the rear, cuffing one wrist to the seat frame. I was given a pair of headphones. We took off and continued our journey to an unknown destination by a new mode of transport. The trip lasted for hours. I was not near a window and could see very little outside.

Most of the time there was just one man with me - the other would go into a room at the back. I think there was a kitchen there, and perhaps a bed too.

Eventually we landed. My captors undid the cuffs, helped me out of the plane and into the back of a covered truck. I had just a brief look at what I had come to know as typical Russian scrub. However, it could just as much have been any one of several other countries. My cuffs were undone and passed around a steel tube and I was left there. A moment later I felt the truck move off.

I had travelled by plane, by road and by boat) and I wondered if a train was next, but when, eventually, the truck stopped and one of the men undid my cuffs, he nodded to the tailgate. I was now thoroughly intimidated and terrified. I alighted from the truck and saw the other man nodding towards a low stone building with a barred door open in front of me. I walked in without a word. 

A man followed me inside, closing the door behind. He looked familiar, and I recognised him as someone I had dealt with briefly in Irkutsk. He looked at me for a long moment, and then spoke.

"So. You think to steal Russia's best athletes?"

Ah. This was what it was all about. I decided he needed to be told. "No. Russia rejected them, twice, and I have helped them find the place in society that Russia - you - refused them."

He glared at me. "Well, you can't have them."

I was seriously angry with this excuse for a patriot. "Maybe not, but Russia has lost them, just as Russia deserves."

"We'll see about that." He turned and left, locking the door behind him.

I went to the door and watched the truck drive back down the road. The view through the bars was now bleak and desolate, just sparse low scrub as far as the eye could see, with a round parking area and one road extending to the horizon. This hut was on a dead end, so I had no hope of rescue from someone passing by.

My new (but, I hoped, temporary) home was a small stone hut about ten feet square and eight feet high. The floor was made of large square slates and the ceiling looked to be just rough logs. There were no other windows, but there was a little dry food on a wooden bench, a straw paillasse with a pile of blankets and an open toilet. The water pipe leading to the toilet included a tap which seemed to be my only access to water. I looked around for means of escape, but found nothing encouraging. I sat on the rough mattress and pondered my position.

I was now depressed. My own future seemed bleak indeed. And I started to worry about the future for my Ladies. Perhaps without me, the Australian authorities might decide not to allow them in. I lay down with my thoughts as black as I could remember. It seemed my efforts had been wasted. My Ladies would be worse off than when I had found them. I have no idea how long I lay there in despair before falling asleep.



Irkutsk Ch. 23



I acknowledge a debt to Lewis Carroll and his book Through the looking glass, and what Alice found there, and perhaps also to Douglas Adams' The restaurant at the end of the universe, from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy "trilogy", in my reference to doing impossible things before breakfast.

Also, I apologise for giving the impression that episode 22 was the final episode. I reread it and can appreciate how it looked that way, but no, there is a little more to come.

And again, I'm not sure this is the correct category. You may decide that Mind Control is not the best group for this chapter. You can't deny, however, that my Ladies exercised a type of mind control over me, even if I was never forced against my will. And there was not enough sex in this chapter for any of the usual categories.

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Consciousness drifted back to me lying on my paillasse as an approaching dawn revealed the grey silhouette of a small, square, barred window. I remembered the disaster that had been yesterday. Despite this, I awoke with the usual throbbing need. As had been the norm in my life before I had met the Ladies' Brigade, there was no-one there to help me deal with it.

No-one physically present, that is. Dreams of Chris filled my head. I was torn between worry about the happiness for my ladies and myself that was rapidly becoming a sad memory, and the desire that was taking over my body unbidden. I closed my eyes and saw Chris gazing at me. Behind her was a phalanx of ladies, all looking lovingly at me. My erection was now painful, not that that would have been unpleasant if I had had one of my Ladies there in person to help me with it. And then every one of the Ladies in my mind blew me a kiss and faded. Hana was last, smiling. I felt that she was trying to communicate something. By the time they had all gone I was relaxed again, with not the faintest sexual feeling in my body.

I sat there, wondering. And then I realised. Hana hadn't been trying to communicate - she had been communicating. She had told me that my Ladies weren't giving up - neither sadness nor loss had been a feature of their demeanour. Could they be telling me that they knew my situation? That they were able to do something about it? That seemed unlikely, but I decided I should do my bit. If there was any future for me, I needed to take some sort of action myself. If I were not going to be rescued, then I might as well take any chance I could to make it on my own. And if I died, then at least my kidnappers would not be able to use me as a bargaining chip. I certainly didn't want my ladies sacrificing themselves on my behalf. I hoped that since I had married Chris and made the arrangements for all my other ladies to live in Australia, they may still be allowed into Australia even without me, even if I were ... dead.

Memories of some World War II books and films came to me. In particular I remembered the stories of Prisoners of War digging tunnels to escape. They did so under infinitely more difficult circumstances than mine: surely I could do something here. The slate floor tiles were about eighteen inches square - perhaps I could lift one out and start a tunnel?

It seemed likely that someone would come to check on me at intervals, so I would need to be able to return my cell to at least an appearance of normality at perhaps thirty seconds' notice. I would need to bear this in mind throughout my work.

I spent about fifteen minutes twisting off the pull tag from the zipper on my pants, moved the paillasse aside and started scratching at the grout between the slate tiles beneath. I worked steadily, thinking that if I heard anyone returning I would have plenty of time to set the room straight and cover the evidence of my efforts.

In no time it seemed I was holding the very tip of the pull tag to reach the limit of what I could achieve with it. I checked all round the tile to check I had got out every bit of dirt that I could with this little tool. I then took the insole out of a shoe and started brushing the fill out from between the slates with that. Fortunately at about the same point where I had reached the limit of the pull tag, the grout had become a little softer. Every few scrapes I blew down the groove raising a small cloud of loose dirt. Most of it landed outside the groove and could then be brushed out of the way.

At one stage my legs started to cramp and I stood for a while to stretch. It was now fully light and when I looked out the window I could see the sun high, or at least high for these latitudes, in the sky. It must be about eleven o'clock. Time had passed quickly with my concentration on the job at hand. I decided I needed to take regular exercise, both to maintain my fitness and to ward off the recurrence of cramps. Maybe it would also help me keep my spirits up.

I did some sit-ups and press-ups, then some running on the spot. I went to the window and did some isometric exercise trying to bend or break the bars. I didn't expect to move them, and my expectations were fulfilled completely. However, I felt better. After about ten minutes I had a little to eat and a drink, then got back to my work. 

At a depth of about an inch and a half I could feel the insole poking just slightly under the slate. I had reached the bottom level of the slate. However, I was a long way indeed from being able to lift the tile out. I could not get my fingers into the gap to lift it. Instead I kept brushing the dirt away from one corner. Conveniently the sun was now shining through the window directly along one of the grooves. I could see that some of the dirt was flowing out from beneath the slate and into the groove. The deeper I dug the groove, the more drained out from beneath the tile into it. 

Eventually I thought perhaps I had enough dug away, and stamped hard on the corner of the slate. I had the satisfaction of watching the opposite corner lift a fraction of an inch. I dug just a little more, then wedged the (now threadbare) insole around that opposite corner and stamped again, several times.

After about twenty tries, each time digging a little more in the opposite corner, I could see the insole work its way down just a little further into the gap. I pulled the heel and toe ends apart as hard as I could, and was able to lift the corner free just a little. However, I needed both hands to pull the insole tight and I could not grab the corner while it was loose.

I thought for a while, and took off my right shoe and sock. I pulled the corner up again and jammed my little toe into the gap before it dropped again. It hurt like hell, but it kept the corner up until I was able to get two fingertips under the corner, and lift the slate up onto its edge.

I hopped around for a moment and tried to examine the toe, but there was no blood and it was too painful to touch. I decided to put the sock and shoe back on - very carefully - and got back to my task.

I raised the slate over my head and smashed it down onto the other slates as hard as I could. I achieved nothing except a loud bang and a sore shin as it bounced off the wall back onto me. I tried again at a slightly different angle. Again and again I slammed it as hard as I could onto the floor, but achieved nothing apart from risking damage from the wildly bouncing slate.

And then after one mighty effort leaving the slate bounding around for a while, and after the sound faded, I heard a car engine. It had nearly caught me out - the noise and my focus on my work had caught me out.

I quickly put the slate over the hole, swept the bulk of the loose dirt against it and replaced the mattress. I sat on the mattress trying to look bored, then suddenly decided that if I were really bored I would be standing at the window watching the car. By the time I reached the door, the car had stopped outside and the driver was getting out. I was unable to decide whether he had noticed my late arrival, and for some strange reason that issue was very worrying for me.

My jailer slammed the door and came to the window. He pushed a light canvas bag through the bars. I took it, saying "Thank you". I have no idea why I was thanking a captor: a lifetime habit of good manners was just revealing itself.

As I stood there with the bag in my hand, I noticed him looking oddly at me, staring first at my trousers, then to my face, then back down. I looked down and saw that my trousers were covered with dirt, especially the knees. I wondered if he thought I had been praying. I looked back at him and simply shrugged: what could I say?

He walked off shaking his head, got straight back in the car and drove off. I watched him drive into the distance. I waited for several minutes, staring at the empty horizon, and then got back to the task at hand.

I sat down for a few minutes to eat and drink, then went through my exercise routine again. Finally I went to the window to check that no-one was in sight. There was no-one there, but I did note that the sun was now well past its zenith. I had been digging most of the day. And I was determined to keep up the work rate.

Again I lifted the slate over my head, and slammed it down once more. It must have been my fiftieth try overall, but my first attempt after the break was successful. Pieces of slate, large and small, rained down around my ears.

I quickly collected up the larger pieces. I then swept the smaller pieces into a corner. I went back to the larger pieces and chose a long, narrow, triangular piece. I would use it as my spade.

I knew this was going to take a long time, and so slow and steady was the way. I decided I would place the pile of loose soil three feet from the hole I was digging. Far enough not to fall back into the hole, but close enough so that my paillasse could be put down to cover both. I might check every now and then to see if there was enough wind to scatter any soil that I might throw out between the bars on my door. But now there was not even a breeze.

For almost a foot the going was easy, but then the ground started to get harder. Not only that, it was noticeably colder. I worried about permafrost, although my (admittedly inadequate) knowledge of local geography suggested that there was no permafrost in the areas of Russia I had traveled in recent months. I had no option, however, but to press onwards...or, rather, downwards.

At 18 inches the ground started to become damp, and the deeper I dug, the wetter it got. I had to rethink my strategy. I thought if I dug right alongside the wall and up the other side, I might be able to squeeze through a shallow hole under the wall.

It was now easy to lift the one slate between my hole and the wall, and I started digging right alongside the wall. I found what seemed like the bottom of the foundation only six inches underground, and focused on that. It seemed only minutes before I had poked my hand up into what felt like fresh air. Perhaps I had done only a fraction of what was needed, but the fact that my hand had reached "freedom" gave me fresh heart. 

By the time the sun had set I had what looked like a possible escape route. I wasn't going to be able to dig much deeper because the water was on the brink of caving in the edges of my excavation, but I thought I might squeeze through.

For the moment, however, working in the dark seemed to invite a range of risks. I couldn't think of a specific risk, so maybe it was just a fear of the unknown. Whatever the justification or reasons, I decided not to continue at night.

In the fading light I sat down to eat another meal. I rested for a while with the idea of another period of exercise. But my plans went wrong - I fell asleep. No doubt the continual and unfamiliar effort of the digging had tired me out. The next thing I knew I was awake in the pitch dark, shivering with both cold and fear. Frightened of nothing real, of course, and well I knew that, but I was frightened just the same. I thought for a while about Stone Age men and women lying in their caves on a moonless night. They had it better because they weren't alone, and they were accustomed to it, but on the other hand they never knew when some wild animal was going to come into the cave. I wondered if I had had a bad dream which I had forgotten upon awakening, leaving just the nameless fear. It didn't make any difference - I was frightened no matter how I tried to rationalise it.

And then my Ladies came to me again. Again this second time the visitation was comforting, not sexual. One by one they filed past me, each one kissing me gently on the lips and holding my hand for a moment. My courage returned and I tried to warn them not to accede to any demands from my captors. And every time I gave this message, my reply was an enigmatic smile followed by the squeeze of the hand.

Last of them was Chris. She stopped a little longer to tell me to be strong. As she left after the others into the ether, I felt stronger and warmer. I felt a little embarrassed about my lapse, and that my Ladies had had to comfort me, but nonetheless, just as my fears had been irrational, so was the remedy. I wriggled a little deeper into my covers, and the next thing I knew the barred window was showing dark grey in the midst of the black. This time I felt rested and ready for work.

I performed the morning routine that was already becoming familiar. I did another round of exercises, and had food and water. I was surprised to find that the unchanging nature of my food was not a problem - I was thinking of it as fuel, not pleasure. And it was effective fuel. My energy levels seemed good, and so I got back to work.

I might need to do a little more excavation, but decided to see how far I could get into this tunnel. Clothes were going to be a problem - they would catch on every irregularity and hold me up.

I undressed and laid my clothes between the bars on the door so I could recover them from outside if necessary. I stood over the hole, naked and shivering, wondering how best to tackle the work of a mole, when I heard a car in the distance. It was earlier today.

I rushed desperately and grabbed my clothes and put them on. I laid the huge bag of straw back down again over my excavations. A quick glance around the room and then I sat on the end of the mattress, grabbed more beef jerky and started chewing.

The same man appeared at the door and I stood up to meet him. He looked down and so did I. My trousers were inside out and the fly was gaping open. He pushed another bag through the window and said, "That's all you get today". He turned and left, and I saw him get back in the car and drive off. What must he be thinking? Praying yesterday and undressed today, while I was chewing? It didn't matter - back to work.

Suddenly I was grabbed in a very intimate way. But nobody was there. A mouth engulfed me and sucked, hard. I looked down and saw my straining, throbbing erection, untouched by human (or any other) hand or mouth. Five seconds ago any form of eroticism had been as far away from my mind as ever, but now my only thought was to empty my sudden need deep into this mouth.

I closed my eyes and saw Angéle, naked before me, staring up straight into my eyes as she continued her work. She got what she wanted in next-to-no time, swallowed, blew me a kiss, smiled wistfully and...just vanished. I opened my eyes to see that I was still dressed - if trousers inside out and fly open can be called dressed. I felt encouraged by the visitation, if somewhat drained. But I was not going to be turned from my task.

I undressed again, laying out my clothes in the window again, and went back to stand at the hole looking down. I checked everything was in place - I didn't want to have to climb through this hole unnecessarily - and placed my head in the hole.

I had decided to tackle this face up so my body could bend the right way. I would have my arms by my sides, instead of in front of me. The first difficulty was getting my face under the bottom of the wall. My nose was a problem, and I addressed this simply by turning slightly to the side. Already it would have been difficult for me to go back, and my determination benefited from this realisation.

I wriggled and wormed my shoulders back and forth, gaining purchase with the pressure of my feet on the next slate. I did some damage to one nipple on the stonework, but by this time I could see the sky. However, I couldn't twist my body in the required direction to make it all the way through. I was going to have to dig the hole wider and longer on the outside, and that was going to be awkward reaching from the inside.

I repeated each step part of this journey as I wormed my way backward into my cell. The pain was increased by the knowledge that I was returning to captivity. 

After dressing yet again, I looked back at my collection of broken slate, and chose the longest. I lay on my side with my head and arms down the hold, and started work. I was very soon at full stretch. I dug in this position for a while, then got up and out and scooped out the loosened soil to add to the growing pile beside me.

It wasn't long before I had dug out as far as I could reach, and it was time to try again. I tried the face up method again, and this time I got half my body through. My arms were free outside and I could breathe what felt like sweeter air outside. But just as I felt as if I was home, free, home, my legs stuck. They wouldn't bent backwards and the harder I tried the more my knees hurt as they were trying to bend the wrong way. I tried twisting around to face the other way to complete my passage, but it just didn't work. I spent a few minutes panicking, so near and yet so far. I couldn't get out and I was not willing even to try to work my way back into that prison cell.

Again my presence of mind let me down, but not my Ladies. Suddenly Maria was before me. I remembered when I met her I had thought her far too young, and how embarrassed I had been when I had learned that she was 26 after I had rudely rejected her, thinking she was a child. Today she was wearing those same clothes - a school uniform - that had made her look so young on that occasion where I had made a fool of myself. She lifted her skirt to reveal she was wearing no knickers, and one sly finger slipped between her legs, and then into her mouth. Throughout all this she was staring boldly into my eyes. Was this some perverted desire surfacing, or was Maria sending me a message?

I lay there frightened and in pain, and thought about Maria. I remembered that first time she had tried to seduce me, not counting for the moment that very first night in the Ladies' lair when she had simply climbed aboard in the pitch dark without so much as a "by your leave". On that first occasion she had simply jumped me. The second time she had dressed like a schoolgirl, plaits and all, thinking it would appeal to me.

I remembered how I had felt when I had seen her like that, thinking I had been set up with a very underage young girl. I had felt that my world had ended, and yet I had just misunderstood the situation. I now knew that Maria was 26, not 12. I had overreacted to her very young appearance. Perhaps she was reminding me not to overreact now? Perhaps she was also telling me she wanted me to do whatever possible to get back to her.

I took a few deep breaths and settled my mind down. Maria disappeared and suddenly I was back in this bland landscape. I slowly wriggled my way back whence I had come, into the cell. With tiny movements of my body, pushing with my fingertips and toes, I managed to 

Get back, earning a few extra scratches and bruises on the way.

Then I quickly got back to digging, and I removed a third tile, the one that my heels had been forced against a few minutes ago. I also excavated a little of the dirt from beneath where that tile had been, and quickly tried again. 




Irkutsk Ch. 23



Again I was sitting up in the hole, facing the wall. I was able to wriggle my arms out again, and finally I made it through, recklessly forcing myself out until I was lying free on the ground next to the hole. As I did I thanked Angéle and Maria and all my Ladies for their emotional support, albeit from a distance. 

I was bleeding in several places, but none of the scratches was serious, and I decided that I would remain naked for a little longer to allow the wounds to stop bleeding, so my clothes wouldn't become sticky with blood. It felt good being free, but I didn't want to be recaptured immediately, and there were some things I needed to do as soon as possible. I went around to the door and found that it was secured with padbolts at the top and bottom, well away from the barred window and protected from access via the window by large flanges.

In a moment I was back inside my prison, shoveling the dirt back into the hole as quickly as I could. Every few handfuls I pushed the loose dirt across toward the outside but even so, when I had stamped the earth down flat, there was quite a bit left over.

I emptied today's food from the bag and scooped handfuls of dirt into it, then carried it out and emptied it into the hole from outside. After six bagfuls, the outside hole was full, but I stamped it down enough to get another two bags emptied. The remaining dirt all fitted into the bag, and I left that just inside the door. Soon that, too, was full, and the last few handfuls had to be stamped down there.

I replaced the two intact tiles, and reassembled the larger parts of the broken tile so that the floor was all slate again. I rubbed dirt over the broken slate so the breaks were not too obvious, and then I replaced the paillasse back over them. The room looked almost normal again.

I went back outside, and placed a few pieces of vegetation over the bare patch, and decided that was all I could do to cover my escape route.

I went back in to collect the remaining food, stashing it in yesterday's bag. I quickly got back into my now very dirty clothes, making sure this time that I was properly dressed. I had a drink and left my prison for what I hoped would be the last time. I closed the padbolts, wondering what my captors would think of my disappearance. And then I set off, first moving away from the road.

I decided my best bet would be to follow the road at a distance of about a quarter of a mile, so no-one driving along the road would be able to see me. However, this was not as easy as I had thought. Sometimes I unexpectedly found that I was only a few feet from the road. At other times, more worryingly, I went off into the distance and nearly lost the road entirely. The road was the only landmark in the entire countryside. I then decided my only option was to walk along the road, hoping that I would be able to get under cover before I was seen by any oncoming car. I was able to make much better time on the road, even though it was rough and corrugated.

As it happened, I needn't have worried about traffic. I must have walked for ten kilometres without seeing a single car or any sign of humanity other than the road I was following. The sun was again well past its highest point when I saw a few buildings ahead. I moved a little way off the road for a rest and to have a bit to eat, and to stretch my tired legs. Or that was what I told myself - what I really needed was time to think. Might I find help here? Or would I be recaptured and put back in my prison with greater security? I might be handcuffed this time, or a guard might remain with me.

On the other hand, I had no idea how much further on the next place might be, and that, too, might be the wrong place. Also, I didn't think I would be in very good condition after a night out in the open - I had been very cold the previous night even inside the cell, with a mattress (of sorts) and with blankets. Now I had only my clothes. I had to try this place.

I carefully worked my way around to the other side of this collection of buildings - village was too dignified a word for it - to a spot well away from the road. I thought this might be the direction from which my captors, if they were here, would be least likely to expect me to arrive. In addition, there was a slight rise in this direction, so I had a better view of the place. It didn't occur to me at the time that it also gave anyone there a better view of me.

I thought I was doing well until a man appeared from behind one of the ramshackle buildings. He looked familiar, but I couldn't be sure at this distance and with the sun behind him. It was obvious he had seen me - he was looking directly at me. I was trying to work out which way to run when I heard a trail bike start up. And then I saw it appear on the other side of the building. The rider wasn't wearing a helmet, but that was not unusual in this land. And there was a rifle slung beside the saddle. In no time the bike was right upon me, passing the bush that I had been hiding behind.

To this day I try, unsuccessfully, to replay in my mind what happened next. In a bizarre impossibility a branch of the bush seemed to swing out in front of the rider. What I can remember is that he was knocked from his bike. The bike just brushed me as it plunged on a few more yards before falling over and spinning on the ground. The rider just lay on his back, seemingly stunned. He reminded me of a beetle on its back.

As I was standing there staring stupidly at the man, motionless on his back, I heard a faint "tssss!" coming from the bush. I turned towards it and another branch moved, just an inch. I saw the top half of a face...Astra's face... winking at me, before the branch moved back and I was left to wonder if my imagination was playing tricks on me. Then a soft voice, "Wait here until the other man comes up." I gave a slight nod, but I have no idea whether she saw.

I stood there feigning ignorance...no, I wasn't feigning it, I was indeed ignorant. The man started up the gentle incline and I waited, obeying and hoping I was doing the right thing.

This man continued his approach until he was standing next to the bush - er, Astra. He actually placed a hand on one of the branches while he sneered at me. "What are you going to do now?"

I looked at him and replied, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I was thinking that I didn't believe it myself. He took another step forward and suddenly the arm that had been touching the branch was twisted up behind his back as he was thrown to the ground.

The bush, still not recognisable as a person, swayed over him and I heard Astra's voice again, a little louder this time. "I don't suppose you were thinking of harming our friend were you?" But the only reply was gasps of pain.

Suddenly another slightly larger bush about ten yards away moved, shed some branches and morphed into Dominika. She went to the bike rider and checked him over. "No problems; just unconscious." She lifted him in her arms and walked down towards the road. Astra appeared out of her bush and nodded towards the bike, now stalled and motionless less than ten feet away. "Grab the rifle will you. It shouldn't be left out in the open." She spoke briefly into a small microphone on her battledress and then lifted up the rider by his twisted arm. It looked painful and he reacted as if it was indeed painful. But, pain or no, he was soon walking - or perhaps it would be more accurate to say he was being frogmarched - along behind Dominika and her captive. And then suddenly both had bags over their heads.

Battledress! It wasn't until I thought about it that I realised both Astra and Dominika were wearing camouflage outfits and all exposed skin was painted to match. And yet they were still beautiful. What Ladies! I followed them back towards the road. I would follow them anywhere.

As we stepped onto the road I heard a car, and worried that we might again be outnumbered. But then I saw a huge black car. It was Joseph's Zis, pulling up beside us.

Dominika said briefly, "In the front". I was out of my league (again) and just got in the front. Joseph said hello and shook my hand as Astra and Dominika pushed their bundles into the back and then followed, sitting in the cavernous back seat. Astra told Joseph to keep going.

"But that is a dead end!" said Joseph. Astra merely replied, "Yes." And off we went. I heard nothing from our captives all the way to the end.

We stopped and Astra said, "Open the hut." I jumped out and opened it. Our two jailers were now the jailed, and the door was closed and the padbolts locked.

"Lean the gun at the back." I went around the shed and left the gun there. Without another word begin spoken we returned to the car, Joseph drove around the loop and set off very fast back the other way.

I turned back to my two ladies and asked, "How...?" Both together hissed, "Sssh. Later." I shut up.

When we arrived at the village Joseph screeched to a stop, and Tina got in quickly. In no time we were travelling again at full speed. After a few miles we slowed suddenly and turned down a rough goat track. And again he was up to full speed, the lovely car bouncing and sliding along. A few minutes later he turned onto a much better road, completely straight. I looked forward and saw a huge streamlined aircraft parked on the road - er, runway.

I had been caught unawares throughout most of this episode since my rescue, but I knew my aircraft, and in particular I knew this one even though I had never seen one in the flesh before. It was a Tupolev Tu-160, a supersonic four-seater fighter. I knew it to be capable of over Mach II, or well over 2,000 km/h. I had no time to ask questions - I was being helped into a flight suit and helmet by Dominika and bundled into a hatch. I just had a moment to wave goodbye to Joseph, who was getting into his car. Tina and Astra were already dressed and making their way forwards, and I was virtually carried to a seat behind them. By the time Dominika had me strapped in and was sorting out her own harnesses beside me, the two up front were doing pre-flight checks.

Now I had time to ask Dominika how we had acquired a rare, multi-million dollar, if not billion dollar aircraft. "It's a very early model which has been scheduled to be scrapped. It was never going to be used again, and all the weaponry has been removed. We hope it will last for one more flight. Be careful - it might be a little bumpy. Tina said she'd make the takeoff gentle for you - and for the plane."

In a much shorter time than I had believed possible it seemed the pre-flight checks were complete and we started forwards. I knew Tina was indeed being gentle - I was able to breathe during the acceleration, but in no time we were off the ground, but still accelerating faster than anything I had ever imagined. The noise was much less than I could imagine, no doubt because of the high quality headphones in my helmet.

I could barely see anything outside, so I settled down to trust the Ladies who had never let me down. Suddenly Tina's voice appeared in my ears. "We'll be in the air for about ninety minutes. We'll ditch a few miles ahead of the ship and they can pick us up out of an inflatable as they pass.

This would have seemed a bad idea at any other time, but these Ladies had already done many impossible things today, albeit not before breakfast, and one more wouldn't make much difference. I settled down to do the one thing myself that I would have thought impossible during a first ride in a supersonic aircraft, and slept.

Tina's voice awoke me again. "I'll make two passes. Astra and Michael will eject first. Dominika has a remote for you Michael, so there's no need for you to do anything. Then I'll go around and Dominika and I will follow. We'll try not to land on top of you."

Suddenly Dominika leaned toward me and did something. My life came to an end as the plane disintegrated around me. Or at least that's how it felt. Then there was an enormous jolt and suddenly I was floating in mid-air, still sitting in my seat. I looked up and saw a parachute above me, and then another a little distance away. And then the Tupolev appeared again nearby, almost on the wavetops, and two tiny items exploded out of the top, seconds before it hit the water with a splash worthy of an atom bomb. All this happened in the period of about fifteen seconds before I splashed into the water, and a moment later I was bobbing about in the waves.

I wasn't quite sure what to do now, but after a little while I saw a large inflatable puttering towards me, with what looked almost like a spaceman sitting at the tiller. The spaceman shed its spacesuit and Astra appeared, still in her camouflage outfit and still wearing her khaki makeup. She assisted me out of my floating chair and into the inflatable, and then puttered off to where two other strange creatures were floating nearby. Once all four of us were in the boat I was helped out of my outfit and we sat there in the boat. One of our group was by now very confused, while Astra, Tina and Dominika sat there as if they did it every day.

Astra checked some device or other a few times, then turned off the motor. We were drifting at sea, with nothing in sight except the sea and the sky. And then the questions started. Tina wanted to know how I had been, so I told me story first. There wasn't much to tell except for my escape from the hut, and when I had finished I wanted to know one thing - how had they known where to find me?

Dominika looked a little embarrassed. "Do you remember the first day with us, and what we did to you?" My mind went back to the two (then) unknown ladies who had jumped on me the night I had arrived at their home, and the not entirely pleasant activities of the following day. I had been tattooed, and a tracking device implanted... I looked at Dominika, "Can that be tracked from such a distance?"

"No," Dominika replied, "...it is good for a maximum of about fifty miles. We tried to keep up as you left the ship, but then we lost you. We guessed you'd be somewhere near the nearest Russian territory, which is around Vladivostok, so we went there and tracked you. Hana helped by telling us something of your experience so we could draw some conclusions about the type of environment you were in. Luck played a part too, because we switched our receiver on when we were landing on the coast about a hundred kilometres east and a little north of Vladivostok. You came in loud and strong on the first try. Your hut was only about five kilometres from there. Chris made several phone calls from the ship and called in a few favours. By the time we were able to collect it the plane was waiting for us. We had to fly under a hundred feet to avoid radar, and that reduced our maximum speed, but we were able to travel at Mach 1.5 once we were away from land."

She had a funny look on her face, and I asked, "Are you OK?" Tina replied, "We were worried if you're OK. You seem a little - withdrawn. Have we upset you?"

I explained that the last few days, but especially the last few hours, had left me a little stunned. I had thought of my Ladies as angels, but they were clearly also superm ...superwomen...

Astra butted in. "We are a team. We can achieve what we achieve because of you. If we're superwomen it's because you are with us - even when you are miles away." She kissed me and they all kissed me, and we held hands and started to recount details and anecdotes of the last few days. Time passed quickly now and I have no idea how long it was before Tina looked up over my head and said, "I think this is our ride."

I turned and saw the enormous bow of a ship - our ship - towering over us. And almost directly above a long row of heads looked down upon us. As the ship slowly slid closer I saw a rope ladder hanging down the starboard side, moving closer.

Dominika went first, then me, and Tina and lastly Astra. In no time the four of us were back on deck, faced by everyone on board. In front were the three ladies who had kept me company in my solitude: Hana, Angéle and Maria. I looked at them, wonderingly. Without anyone saying a word I knew that they knew exactly what I had been through. Not just what had happened to me, but my own inner feelings about that experience.

Maria looked up at me, a little timidly, "Now you know you can never get away from us. Even without the electronic tracker we'd have been able to find you eventually through our psychic link." She didn't need to say it for me, or for the rest of the Brigade. It gave the ship's crew and the few other passengers a bit of a surprise, however, to learn that our relationship was somewhat more than they had guessed.

The captain wanted to speak next. "I know you were kidnapped from my ship a few days ago, and I was told you'd been taken back to Russia. Then I was told that you had been released this afternoon. How your wife knew I cannot say - no radio signal has been received since this morning. So how can you appear floating in the path of my ship?"

Tina looked at him. "Some friends flew us down and dropped us off here."

His face was a study. Disbelief dominated, but there were many other emotions. Clearly he believed Tina - in fact there was no other way we could have been where we were. What he didn't believe was his own eyes. He just chivvied his crew back to their stations, slowly shaking his head. The other passengers also dispersed, leaving me alone with my Ladies. Back where I belonged.

Slowly we ambled back to our suite. Very little was said - we all knew what had happened, what everyone else was feeling, what everyone else was thinking. We just wanted to be close. And we were close.



Irkutsk Ch. 24



Hello again my friends. We are now approaching the end of our adventure. I will do my best not to keep you waiting too much longer.

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It was now darkening into evening after a very eventful day. My Ladies had demonstrated yet again their ability to perform a miracle at short notice. Now was the time to spend some time together after I had been separated from them for a few days. Where better to do this than on a cruise ship with a lovely suite?

As we all entered the largest of our suites, a room where ten of our number were staying, my Ladies formed into two lines and filed around to form a circle around me. Me, and two others of us - the volleyballers. Two I knew to be gay, though not averse to intimacy with me. Those forming the circle around us just stood there, spaced evenly apart, hands by their sides, silently and intently gazing at us.

The volleyballers moved slowly, as if in a trance. It seemed to me that they were under remote control. Slowly, one of them lifted the other's blouse over her head. Then the favour was returned. And, always slowly, taking turns, each of them undressed the other until they were standing there naked. And then they turned to me, three feet in front of me, in exactly the same relaxed pose as all the others. And just like the others, they were staring intently at me. Well, they were staring down. I looked around and saw they were all looking towards my groin.

I started to undress myself. It was as if my hands were enjoying what they were doing, but they felt numb - they felt like someone else's hands brushing my skin. And throughout all this, forty four pairs of eyes were staring at my nakedness.

I suddenly saw that everyone was naked. I hadn't noticed any of them moving, but those in the circle around us had been clothed a moment before and now they were naked. Perhaps I had been distracted by the volleyballers.

I felt loved, belonging, but not erotic. Not yet, although I was definitely aware of a sense of anticipation. Eighty eight eyes stared at me, naked, yet I felt neither embarrassed nor lustful. The brand, inflicted on me ... no, bestowed upon me, by the Russian Gypsies, started to feel warm, radiating what felt like waves of calm all around me. Despite the fact that I was battered, bruised and scratched all over I felt no pain at all. Had my Ladies somehow blocked the pain with their minds? I didn't know. It just felt pleasant.

The volleyballers, long term lovers, stepped forwards. Without knowing what I was doing, I moved forwards towards them. They turned so that we stood in a triangle. My feet were spread wide, the toes of each one touching the toes of one of each of their feet, and their other two feet touching each other. The three of us leaned forwards and tilted our heads until my head was on the right shoulder of the volleyballer on my left, hers on the other's shoulder and the other volleyballer's on my right shoulder. And then our arms moved around each others' shoulders, hands meeting and holding behind each neck. We were very close, physically now as well as emotionally.

We stood there, close and loving together. I couldn't see anything with my head buried in a lovely shoulder, but I knew the others around the outside were also in similar positions, in a large circle around the room.

As I stood there, I felt a heaviness inside my hips and chest, building steadily, slowly. It felt like a faint longing. Faint, but growing insistent. I knew exactly what I was longing for, but I couldn't name it. I couldn't picture it. I couldn't even imagine it. But I wanted it, oh yes, I wanted it.

My brand seemed to be the focus of the weight in my hips and yet I knew, just as I knew we were all standing in the same position, that every one of my Ladies was sharing my experience. Or perhaps I was sharing theirs?

Now the weight was dominating my being. The heaviness in my hips was starting to bleed out of me, and yes, in my chest too.

Suddenly I realised the term "bleeding" had become more literal than I had imagined a moment ago. It was running down my chest. No, not my chest - my breasts.

This was impossible. I was experiencing a woman's sexual desire. Extreme sexual desire, from all the symptoms. I could feel my breasts, full and heavy, pressing at their sides against those of the two Ladies with me. And I could feel something slowly pressing through my engorged nipples and dripping out from the breasts pressed against mine. And mine too. The three of us now had our knees bent, wedged against the knees of those beside us.

I could now hear my heartbeat, sounding fast and drumlike in my ears. There was now no uncertainty about what I wanted. I needed loving - no, I needed a fuck. Now.

But what was it I needed? This was a woman's lust. Did I need a man? But no, the lady on my left brought her right hand from around my shoulder, and placed her fingertips on my brand. I passed on the favour, lightly touching my fingertips in the same place on the lady on my right, and soon after I knew this was happening to everyone in the room.

Now I could feel a glorious thrusting inside me, touching me everywhere I desperately needed to be touched, touching every bit of my body and encompassing my soul. My Ladies (whether it was just the two with me or all of them I could not tell) were sharing with me their sensations from their experiences with me. My breasts, my cheeks (those on my face), my lips (ditto), my thighs, my buttocks and especially deep, deep inside me I was feeling loved, used, together; as if I was sharing not only the expression of lust, but the ultimate trust and togetherness. And it was all centred on my brand. What had those gypsies done to me when they had seared my skin?

The sensations continued unabated. I felt as if I would burn up. Eventually my body failed me and I was prevented from collapsing only by the firm hold my two companions had of me. I was in a standing position, or at least close to vertical, but by now completely relaxed. My jaw was hanging loose and I was drooling copiously. I opened my eyes to see two other Ladies holding me up at the shoulders. The volleyballers were sucking hard and biting on my nipples, one each. No one was touching my sex (by now I had no clear idea what sex that was), and I was not even erect, but waves of pleasure were convulsing my body. My legs were now completely incapable of supporting me, and I could feel yet others holding me up.

By now I was bouncing around as if I were having a seizure - perhaps I was. My physical body was completely outside my control, but my mind was firmly focused on pleasure. I could barely breathe now and both inhalations and exhalations were becoming noisy grunts. Others around me were making similar sounds.

Without warning a rush of pleasure finally blocked all outside reality from my mind. I was lost in a universe where pleasure occupied every place, every time. Now I was dreaming, not daydreaming which may have been an accurate description of where I had been before, but now completely separate from the suite, the ship or my Ladies. My hips were humping in mid-air, desperately impaling me on what I somehow knew to be nothingness, but which I also knew to be the fount, the font, of my pleasure. Nothing mattered except more, more, more...

An eternity passed. Then another. Then more...

In my fading awareness I felt a touch. I think you could have hit me with a baseball bat and I would not have noticed: this had to be a touch on my mind, although I was too far gone to be able to distinguish. I somehow knew, however, that it was Yulia, making contact to protect or assist me. I could feel, too, that she was also deeply affected by pleasure. Her touch radiated her happiness, her bliss, her... release that she had enjoyed just moments, or centuries, ago.

Despite her somewhat disordered state of mind, Yulia was aware and considerate of my needs. She gently led me back through the maze to consciousness; to a place a short distance from my recent world of pleasure but where I was better able to appreciate what had happened.

I had previously experienced a pastiche of male and female experiences with my Ladies. I had had sexual pleasure poured upon me closely and from afar by my loving partners. But I had never before experienced the gentle build up to a long-lasting purely womanly orgasm, continuing at its peak for - well, for ever. Orgasm would never mean the same to me again. Somehow I knew sex would never be the same again. Never again would it be a build up, slow and wonderful though it may be, to a brief series of spasms of release. These Ladies who had become my life partners were now finding new ways to introduce me to yet greater heights of unimaginable physical pleasure.

Pleasure... pleasure...oh yessssss...

But Yulia was inexorable in her pressure, guiding me carefully away from that vision of Elysium and back towards reality. I opened my eyes to something that was becoming familiar - all of my Ladies in varying degrees of semiconsciousness and post-orgasmic bliss. Naked and dripping, lying on the floor, across each other, on chairs and the bed, sitting against the wall. Most had their hands wedged between their legs.

Even apart from what I could see and hear, I knew they had experienced what I had experienced. Even Yulia who was frowning with the concentration of her focus on me. And I knew they too had all experienced something incomparable with anything in their past. Where would this end?

"Where would this end?" I had meant that in the context of our developing family, if that is the right word. However, either I must have said it aloud, or perhaps Nadezna, lying beside the bed still gently masturbating, had read it in my mind and taken it in a more immediate sense, because she looked up at me and spoke gently.

I had to strain to hear her words. "You may feel that your sexual day is done, but although your exclusively female experience has satisfied that side of your being, your male lust remains unslaked. It will instead have built up to a level that you will find intolerable as soon as your feminine side lets you free. I know exactly what you will need in a few seconds."

She stood up beside the bed, the backs of her firm calves pressing against the mattress. The she bent her long slim body down so her head was against her knees, exposing her pierced pussy. Her thick nipples were stretched out by the same shields I had seen before, but I suspected part of their size was because she had been playing with them.

I remembered my time with her before. She had wanted to be physically subdued and raped, but it was me who had ended up with a broken arm. I remembered the old saying "a little bit of what you fancy does you good". She had never got what she fancied; none at all. Indeed, she had punished herself for what had happened. It seemed to me that she deserved her share of satisfaction, the way she had fancied it. I slapped her lovely right buttock, making a sound like a pistol shot and startling everyone into the bargain, and also leaving a perfect impression of my hand on the otherwise perfect skin. I wasn't familiar and was certainly not comfortable with aggression towards women, but our psychic link broadcast her enjoyment.

"Do you call those legs 'spread'?" I yelled. "Show me what you've got." It was my voice, but it wasn't my words - that's not what I do. Whoever it was speaking through me, she obeyed with alacrity. She took her weight upon her hands and opened her legs wider into the splits. The she leaned back so her lower body was on the bed again, and two hands crept down beneath to stretch her labia wide.

"Stop touching yourself! This is not meant to be pleasurable for you!" My voice again, but this time I saw who was driving. Beautiful as she was, sweet, meek and mild Hana was looking decided unsexy for once. Instead she was staring into my eyes, or to be more precise her eyes were boring into my skull. Sweet, meek and mild Hana was torturing Nadezna through me, and I could see that it was working. "When I say don't touch yourself, that means your nipples too."

Suddenly Nadezna's words of a few moments ago came back to me with a rush. "Your male lust remains unslaked. It will instead have built up to a level that you will find intolerable..." Those had been her words, and now I knew exactly what she had meant. I wanted Nadezna, or someone, anyone, right now. No, now wanted, needed. I had to have a woman. I was going to take Nadezna. This wasn't some politically correct thing. I was going to use her. No, not her, just her sex. And yes, to slake my lust.

Nadezna stood on the bed, her hands a millimetre from her damp flesh. "No!" This time it was a voluntary action on my part, and it had the desired effect. Nadezna looked up at Hana plaintively and then confusedly, as I barked at her "Hands by your sides!" She know those words hadn't been Hana's, and even though they were coming out of my mouth she didn't think I was the author. She tried to look around but Hana forced her eyes back to me. And mine were on her - her body that is, not her eyes.

After plaintive and then confused, a third emotion shaped her face in as many seconds. She was now clearly horny as hell, even though she had no idea how she could satisfy herself in this complicated network of control. She was now shaking with her desperation. She stepped to straddle me, her sex now dribbling the evidence of her desire down onto mine. Then, slowly, she bend her knees until she was just above my straining hardness. I had no idea who was making her do this; it might even have been me. I fancied I could sense the heat radiating from her.

I lifted my hips up so for the tiniest fraction of a second I was just lightly brushing her slippery skin. More than anything I wanted to lift all the way so I was buried to the hilt inside this personification of womanly perfection. The fact that I did not do that was clear evidence that now someone else was in control. Hana again!

We two victims lost in lust were separated by Hana's will, and now by mere millimetres. Another lifetime passed as I tried everything I could to lift my hips and touch, just touch, Nadezna again. And she was just as clearly trying to force herself down onto me.

There was nothing in the world but the desire to thrust into that vagina. I dreamed of just another moment's touch. This was going to be very much a man's orgasm this time...

I saw, before I felt, my throbbing core twitch and then erupt a long, long stream of thick whiteness up to hit Nadezna's piercing. She clearly felt the impact, and orgasmed there above me, just from the force of the spray. The flow from her sex intensified, and was joined by drool running from her slack jaw and off the rose tips of those perfect breasts as Hana held her above me entrapped, enthralled, enchanted.

Then, just as Nadezna had clearly ceased to try and reach my hardness, Hana let her free and she dropped, hard and unexpected, hard onto me. I think I came again, but I can't be sure. I know I heard a squelching sound. And I could both see and feel Nadezna's reaction.

First I felt her gripping me hard inside her and a new flow of juices over my hips and thighs. Her eyes burst open and a look of agony, perhaps ecstasy, infused her lovely face. Then over a period of a few seconds the expression faded and then her eyes closed again. Slowly the grip on me loosened and then she fell forward onto me as if poleaxed. Hana may have controlled her descent, as she could have hurt us both by hitting her head against mine. I couldn't have moved a muscle to prevent that. All I know is that Nadezna's head landed close beside mine. She lay there face down, half on me. I could hear her breathing hard into the mattress.

I was still inside her and I could feel a gradually diminishing flow coming out of me and deep into her. I, too, felt poleaxed but stayed conscious, lying there exhausted, gooey, used, warm, and happy. Or perhaps that was Nadezna's emotions.

The last thing I remember about that episode was being cleaned and carried to my bed. I might recall the cleaning was achieved by my Ladies licking me all over, but that might have been my imagination. The dividing line between this reality of mine and imagination had become blurred beyond recognition.

Suddenly I was awake again. I was alone. Daylight flooded through the portholes. I felt rested and refreshed, and warm. It seemed my Ladies had placed a quilt over me where I had fallen asleep, and had allowed me to sleep uninterrupted. I was grateful for that, but concerned when I remembered what had happened. I had used Nadezna without any thought to her pleasure, without paying any attention to her feelings. I had to speak to her.

As if she had read my mind, Nadezna came in right then carrying a tray with a cup of tea and a large plate of bacon and eggs. I took the tray without looking at her, or at least without looking at her face. I noticed she was wearing a track suit and sandshoes. I had to speak to her, but I couldn't look her in the eyes.

"Er, Nadezna ... would you sit down please? I would like to say something."

"Yes, of course, but don't let your breakfast get cold."

I had a sip of my tea, and started. "Nadezna, I owe you an apology. Last night I used you. I didn't make love with you, or even to you. I didn't make any effort to give you what you wanted. I was just..."

Nadezna put her forefinger on my lips and gently shushed me. "First, I manipulated you into doing exactly what you did. Second, Hana helped. Third, I wanted you to do what you did. Fourth I got exactly what I needed thank you. I have been waiting for you to use me like that since that day I broke your arm. Fifth, I have watched you working hard all the time you've been with us to give us all what we want, and even if I hadn't enjoyed what happened, you deserve to get your share of selfish enjoyment. And sixth, we still don't know exactly what happened when you were captured, but you did your share of the work getting back to us, and we appreciate that. We know that all you had to do was agree to a swap and you would be free in exchange for all of us. Instead you refused their offer and escaped all on your own. Anyway, I'm allowed to sit with you while you have your breakfast and then I'm to take you to a meeting so you can explain your experience."

I found that I was very hungry indeed, and bacon and eggs and a cup of tea hit the spot. I quickly showered and dressed with Nadezna watching, sometimes helping and occasionally hindering, or at least delaying the process. I was then replete and respectable, at least in appearance. I invited her to take me to the meeting.

In no time I was taking my place seated in a large circle including all the ladies. Nadezna was the last to sit.

Astra spoke first. I got the impression that she was in charge of all things military. Perhaps she had been the highest ranking of the Ladies when they had been in the military.

"We want to know exactly what happened from when you were captured to when we met near the settlement. We already know much of it, but we need to fill in the gaps. They could try again and we want to be as prepared as we can be."

I told the tale as best I could. I told of my experience with a bag over my head being taken and lowered down to a boat, then the various stages of my transfer to my prison. I told them that one of my captors had suggested an exchange. I told them I had dug myself out. I then recounted my "flight" back down the road and the three Ladies' intervention in what would otherwise have been my recapture and no doubt an even less pleasant confinement. The entire tale took me less than fifteen minutes. I finished by saying I would be interested to hear details of my rescue, and in particular how they had managed to hijack a billion-dollar fighter plane. I left out the visitations from my Ladies - I didn't know how to describe them.




Irkutsk Ch. 24



Astra smiled at that. "I want to know one other thing first. We know you were offered freedom in exchange for us. You could have been back in your old life, safe forever from us. Why didn't you accept that offer?"

I thought for a while. "I don't know how to answer that question. Don't you know the answer?"

Astra looked over at Nadezna, and they appeared to have a brief, silent conversation. She looked back at me. "You just tried to apologise to Nadezna just now didn't you?"

Clearly I had no secrets now. That didn't matter - however she had known, there was no doubt that she did know. "Yes."

"Why did you think you owed her an apology?"

Like the Lord, my mind works in mysterious ways. I recalled the old movie "Love Story" and its tagline "Love means never having to say you're sorry". I pushed that thought to the back of my mind where it belonged. "I had been selfish with her."

"No you hadn't. You did exactly what she wanted; what she asked you to do. And in any respect, you've been unselfish and given us what we want often enough. I'll ask again. Why did you need to apologise?"

Love means never having... No. Focus. "I wasn't sure that I had contributed enough to justify just taking what I wanted. I was feeling insecure."

"Thank you. Perhaps we're insecure too. So answer my question. Why didn't you accept their offer?"

I am a lawyer. I didn't enjoy being cross-examined. But I did owe her. I owed them all an answer if they wanted to know. "I can measure my life in two halves. Before I went to Olkhon Island my life lacked purpose. My love life was a disaster. My sex life was mainly separate from my love life, and that was an entirely separate disaster. I had given up on finding a purpose to my life, or love, or a good sex life. Now I have all of these. And all with my Ladies.

"Now I have had a taste of how good life can be, I couldn't possibly return to the way I was. But even that is not a complete answer. Every single one of you has been treated like dirt, despite your wonderful contribution to your people, your country; to the world. Despite your capacity for a continuing contribution. What worried me mainly was that you might not be allowed into Australia without me.

"You will be a hit, a great success in Australia with or without me. Not just for your own benefit, but for Australia's benefit. I couldn't live in Australia knowing that you were back in Russia being devalued and with your talents being withheld from world. I'd have to try and rescue you. The obvious way to do that was to ensure you never returned to Russia so the question would not arise."

Forty three smiles. But Astra still wasn't satisfied. "And you still felt the need to apologise to Nadezna? Do you recall your marriage vows?"

"Yes, of course."

"And do you remember Chris's vows?"

"Yes, they were the same."

"So you know she loves you?"

"Yes."

"And you know that goes for all of us?"

"Yes."

"Then just remember. Sometimes we have the right to give you a treat. Let us all contribute to the marriage."

"Yes. Sor... Yes, I understand."

"Now we won't speak of that again." I felt like a small child who had been reprimanded. But the meeting wasn't over. Astra looked over at Chris and spoke once more. "Chris coordinated the action from when you were taken until we got back on board. She can tell you and fill in the gaps for the rest of us."

Chris took up the commentary. "We knew you had been captured and were just in time to se you being lowered into the boat. We knew there was nothing on board this ship that could follow that boat, so we radioed for a helicopter. Astra, Dominika and Tina had experience with undercover incursions, so Tatiana flew them back to find you. We thought you might need to get out of Russia quickly once they had extracted you."

Quickly? I guess you could say Mach II was "quickly"!

"We weren't sure how strong the psychic link was, but we thought it worth doing what we could, and Hana, Angéle, Maria and sometimes I tried to send mind messages. But we were all thinking of you. And we know that you received those messages because we felt your responses. Even though you left them out of your commentary. However, we knew you were working hard and so we tried not to intrude too much."

I nodded in response.

"We had the tracker for the transmitter we had inflicted upon you. It was embarrassing in retrospect that we had done that, but it was a misjudgment that turned out well. We were worried about trying to get a trace. Our incursion team was lucky to locate you on their first try, once they had landed on the coast east of Vladivostok. They had you pinpointed in your cell from then on.

Tina arranged to be dropped off in Vladivostok to arrange transport back here while Astra and Dominika came after you. They had contacted Joseph to provide land transport and were on their way to pick you up when they noticed your trace showed you moving again.

"Meanwhile Tina picked up an old four-seater military plane that was never going to be used again. It was still in working order but overdue for a service. We hoped it would make two more flights. Tina bribed him to look away while she refueled it and took it to the abandoned airstrip that you saw. Joseph provided the local transport again.

"The three of them waited near the settlement and tracked you as you walked towards them. They were worried about picking you up as they could not see where your captors were staying. They got a visual of you about 400 yards from the settlement and decided you would be likely to work your way around to a high position."

I knew that had been a bad move and I pulled a face. Chris saw and settled my fears...

"No, you did the right thing." She looked a little embarrassed at Astra for a moment. "Astra and I discussed via radio what to do then. We were still concerned that we might come unexpectedly upon your captors, so we agreed to set a trap. Astra and Dominika concealed themselves around the area we thought you would head for, and when you got there Tina simply walked in between the huts and called out. The two men came out and she just pointed you out. They took the bait, ignored the risk she herself represented and instead approached you, obviously thinking you would be an easy target. While Astra and Dominika were mopping up the hostiles, Tina quickly checked that there were no others.

"You know the rest, but it is only fair for you to know that your apparent imminent capture was not because of your poor decision-making, but because we took a gambit to flush out the hostiles."

Most of that seemed par for the course for a team of superwomen, but there was one part of the equation Chris had just outlined that didn't make sense. "So can you just call up M on the radio and ask him to deliver a supersonic aircraft?"

Chris looked a little embarrassed. "When I was in the Russian military, we had an exchange with the North Korean military and I served there for three months. Unlike the Russians they didn't bully me and it was the best three months of my army career. I had kept in touch with some of my colleagues, and I knew they had one of our Tupolev bombers. The Russians forces had given it to North Korea, convinced that North Korea would see it as the best fighter around and buy more. North Korea liked its performance, but maintenance would have been too expensive and they would have had to keep a separate stock of parts. One of my contacts was retired from the Korean Peoples' Army Air Force and was now working as caretaker of a boneyard for out-of-service aircraft in North Korea. The Tupolev was parked away in a corner, never to fly again. We offered the caretaker a million $US and to use our contacts to get him and his family out of North Korea. The last we heard of him he was in Taiwan."

OK, I already had had some idea of the Brigade's financial capacity, but this had to be a major outlay.

"How does that affect our finances?"

"It put a dent in our bank account, but we'll manage fine. Certainly better than if we didn't have you."

Well. It's not everyone who had been given such a clear picture of how much they are worth to their family. Or perhaps that meant I had a big deficit to work off before I became a net asset to the Brigade.

I must have looked worried, because Chris looked at me and said, "We all agreed that if necessary we'd spend our last ruble to get you back, and we're happy that it didn't cost that much."

That seemed to be the end of the meeting, and people started chatting in small groups. I was still stunned at a range of issues. But everything that belonged to a member of the Brigade belonged to every member of the Brigade. Now we were getting to Australia it was probably about time I told them that I had a little money behind me. The house I had lived in for years before I had embarked upon the adventure of a lifetime. And other assorted investments that would have been sufficient to keep me secure into old age. On the basis of my previous lifestyle at least!

I was also delighted in a childlike way to learn that my tactics in scoping out the settlement had not been as flawed as I had thought. I didn't mind that my whereabouts had been given away by my Ladies. My rediscovery by my captors had been a tactical decision that my escape had made available to my rescuers.

A third thought that had been taking seed in my brain for a little longer was Joseph. Twice now he had come to our aid. On the second occasion he had placed himself at risk, and I was worried whether he was safe from reprisals. I wondered if we would do anything for him.

I was still sitting there starting at my shoes pondering these matters, when a quiet "ahem" brought me back to my surroundings. Tina, Dominika and Astra clearly wanted to speak to me, and I couldn't recall how long I had been sitting there lost in my thoughts.

There was something I wanted to say to these three. "I don't know how to thank you for coming to get me. I hadn't really thought out my next step, and whether I had been recaptured or not, without you I would have been in a hopeless mess. I didn't even have any idea where I was."

Dominika replied, "You should know that I was with a group imprisoned in that very hut about five years ago. It never occurred to us that we would be able to escape, and you did it on your own. How did you do it?"

Everyone was listening again, gathered around silently. I hadn't gone into detail of the tunneling from the hut, and so I now gave a full accounting in detail, including the humorous aspects and the setbacks. Me being caught half-dressed. The slate bouncing back and hitting me in the knee. Me getting stuck half in and half out. Maria rescuing me with a "visitation". Nearly getting lost instead of following the road.

Dominika looked strangely at me. "I nearly went out of my mind, stuck in that cell. For you it seems to have been almost a happy time. How did you stay sane?"

I thought about that. "I was busy, and I had visitations from my Ladies to encourage me. And I was comfortable with my priorities. I knew I wasn't going to let myself be the means by which these men got you all back to Russia. I trusted that the Brigade would help, and you did."

Tina looked at her watch. "The others said that our reward for getting you back was to have you to ourselves for 24 hours. You have a day to rest, and then you're our toy. What would you like us to do?

I looked around at them. "You rescued me. You do what you want. Or get me to do what you want. But before I do, there is another thing I must tell you all. I was going to tell just Chris, but I think you all deserve to know." I definitely had their attention now.

Before I left Australia, I had gathered enough to live on for the rest of my life. I didn't go to Russia for the money, but because I was... stale. I have investments that need now to be taken into account in your asset calculations."

"What have you got?" This was from a lady I remembered as one who had tied me down, wired me up to various devices and used me as a sex aid. I had never learned her name, but she now introduced herself as Zdslava. I explained that I had various stocks valued (shortly before I had left Australia) at just under half a million Australian dollars, and six investment properties in Melbourne worth about two and a half million. Plus a bank account that must be about a quarter of a million now with my income from my work in Irkutsk. And then I added my own home that I hadn't thought of as an investment property but which had been rented when I left. There was about million still owing on the investments, so the net value was between 2½ and 3 million Australian, or a little over 2 million US dollars. I wasn't sure what that might be in rubles - perhaps a little over a hundred million.

"So we have captured and tortured a millionaire?" That was Chris, sounding nervous.

"Yes, and I have no idea how I can ever thank you. On the other hand, I have my own thanking to do. Tina, Dominika and Astra can do anything they want with me for twenty four hours." I looked at them in turn. "I promise you I'll enjoy it."

"How can you be sure?"

"This is the Brigade's reward, my reward, to you for bringing me home. Even if I don't enjoy it, which is unlikely, it will still be better than being stuck alone and with nothing in the wilds of Russia, whether in a cell or outside. And in any case, even if whatever you have in mind is not physically pleasurable, you will give me the rewarding experience of learning more about you and giving you pleasure. Again I say; whatever you want."

Yulia spoke up then. "But first you will relax for twenty four hours. Nothing vigorous. Nothing stressful. No sex. Forty four of us will make sure of that. Then our brave recovery team will do their best to make you regret that offer."

I spent a day relaxing, wandering carefree around the ship, enjoying the peace normally associated with an ocean cruise, surrounded by beautiful women who were off limits (for the next day).

I then spent some time on the bridge with the Captain, watching the bows cut through mile after mile of a sea that was calm for the moment as the sun set on the starboard beam turning the sea to brass, and then the sky to a red and orange fairyland. After a long while he broached another subject.

"I was planning a rather unusual ceremony for the crossing of the equator, but for the first time ever I thought to cancel the celebrations. Never before has one of my charges been kidnapped from my ship. Now, however, we are all together again, and I was wondering if you felt ready tomorrow. We should cross the line itself at about 9pm, and we would generally start an hour or so beforehand."

I thought of my promise to my rescuers. I thought they would be happy to defer collecting on their reward. Yulia's insistence on a day's rest could be accommodated. I told him to go ahead and that I would make it right with my ladies. I had previous experience of the crossing the line ceremony, and I was sure my Ladies wouldn't want to miss such a rare experience.

I bade the Captain farewell, and wandered down to speak to my three rescuers. They were happy to defer extracting what they wanted out of me, and full of anticipation for a new experience of the nautical world. I was a little worried that they may have looked into my mind and thus spoil the surprise, but they genuinely seemed not to know what was awaiting them.

For the second day in a row I went to bed alone, rested, calm and positive about the future.



Irkutsk Ch. 25



Happy 2015! This will be the last chapter of Irkutsk. I had no idea when I started this story over a year ago (well before the first installment was posted) that it would take my characters through quite the experiences you have read about. To those of you who have enjoyed reading this tale (even those who have enjoyed it just a little), I thank you for your support, whether by feedback or by adding to my hits. I know my imagination and/or my writing style are not to everyone's liking and I am pleased that words have fallen in part upon good ground. 

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For those who did not enjoy this story, but who persisted in reading chapter after chapter and continued to tell me that it was not to their taste, I can only refer to Albert Einstein's famous quote about insanity being defined as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. 

Thank you again to all my readers. 

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It was the day we were due to cross the equator. I had done this before by ship, and I knew something of the shenanigans that went on. I had discussed it with the Captain, and he had told me we would all be unharmed, except perhaps for our dignity. I then spoke to my Ladies as a group. Most of them had never crossed the line by sea, and they were keen to be treated like any other "pollywogs" or first-timers of the maritime equator. 

We had fallen into the habit of sharing meals with the few other passengers on board and those crew not actually on duty, and we were finishing off our dinner. I knew we were scheduled to cross the line just after 7.30 pm, and it was now 7.35. Everything seemed normal on the surface, but I knew my Ladies were a little apprehensive about what was to come. We had been told not to wear good clothes. And then it happened. Two of the senior officers walked up and stood behind me, one each side. 

They grabbed my arms and lifted me roughly to my feet. I was frogmarched to the low stage at the front of the dining room, where my shoes, pants and shirt were removed, and I was dressed instead in a grass skirt, a bra made of two half coconuts, and my head was covered with a wig made of dried seaweed. It smelled a little, but not too bad. A weird set of fins ibn the shape of a fishtail was attached to my feet, effectively hogtying me, and I was given a trident and a (real) dead fish to hold. 

One member of the crew (the Bosun, I later learned) bowed to me and spoke some words I could not understand, except the single word "Neptune". He put a bucket in front of me, and picked up a piece of wet seaweed out of it, draping it over me saying in English, "Hail, Son of Neptune!" 

One by one, everyone in the room followed suit, until my fish, my trident and especially myself were dripping and smelling of seaweed. 

Then seven other passengers were arrested as I had been. It was interesting to see that Tina, Astra and Chris were among them, along with four other passengers. Everyone knew that Tina and Astra (at least) could easily have resisted their arrests, and I thought perhaps Chris could too. However, they meekly went along with the game. They too had "wreaths" of seaweed placed on their heads. These were clearly Neptune's attendants. 

Seven of the crew danced a strange dance around me, then took my seven attendants, making it clear that they were to follow suit. The fourteen then took fourteen of the others, and twenty eight were dancing around me to strange sounds that started over the PA. Then more and more, until everyone except the Captain was dancing like idiots around me. I felt half honoured and half ridiculed. In some weird way they balanced each other out. The Captain was wearing a very solemn expression, and waving his hands around as if conducting the strange goings-on. 

After a while a conga line started. Several crew members left the dance, and two formed an arch, lowering the booms every now and then to capture a victim. Others brought each victim before me, and indicated that I should choose with my trident whether they should go right or left. Those I sent to the right were given a certificate and escorted back to their seats. 

Slava was the first I sent to the left, and I noticed that she, and then others I sentenced the same way, were sprayed with a bright green liquid and then assisted the crew, bringing yet more victims to me. 

It was not until I had sent three or four victims to be sprayed and the main lights dimmed and a black light strobe started, that I realised the paint was fluorescent. These selected victims glowed intermittently in the dark. And for the fraction of a second each time the black light flashed, Slava's tattooed clothes vanished and she was revealed as naked. Two crew members quickly caught on and brought her a grass skirt and coconut "bra" like mine, and she was respectable again. 

Eventually the dance came to an end, and the Captain spoke to us in a very formal voice, telling us in English and then in some strange made-up language that we had all passed the test and were qualified nautical equatorials, or Shellbacks. Certificates were given to those who hadn't already received them, and we all had a good laugh and slowly dispersed. One of the crew members approached me with a wink and gave me a portable light. I switched it on for a moment and it flashed with a black light. I got the message and smiled at him, and he vanished. 

Two crew members then removed all the wet seaweed and my dry seaweed wig along with the fish. Then another four crew members lifted me bodily while the Captain removed the fishtail. 

Several of my Ladies lifted my "throne" with me still on it, and walked me out of the dining room, bumping my head on the doorway in the process. 

As we returned to our cabins, I noticed Slava removing her grass skirt and bra, returning her (in the absence of flashing lights) to her usual appearance. But I had the portable light. 

We squeezed into our shared lounge, and Hana took the black light from me and switched it on, placing it on top of a cupboard so it illuminated the while room. She then dimmed the main lights. Slava stood in the middle of the room, glowing naked one moment and wearing jeans and tee-shirt the next. The rest of us stood around, appreciating the erotic nature of the unusual show. 

I was squeezed in among the other ladies, and I noticed hands on me. They were undressing me...and at the same time removing the last shreds of seaweed. Soon I was naked and gradually pushed towards Slava as she started a slow sexy dance. I would have called it a striptease except that she was already naked, and except that she wasn't teasing. On reflection it was nothing like a striptease! 

In no time I was ready for her, and Slava addressed her dance to my readiness. She started to incorporate stroking my arms and sides into her movements, and slowly moved closer until those alternately luminous breasts were brushing against my shoulders, my ears, my lips... 

Suddenly she pushed me onto my back and slid down onto me. The glowing nakedness continued to alternate with her looking (but not feeling) dressed. It was the ultimate dream sequence, and I have to admit that I lasted all of thirty seconds before emptying my seed into her. 

Except that I wasn't finished. I was still finishing minutes later, as were all my ladies. And again, despite my improving fitness flowing on from my new lifestyle, I was the first to reach my limits. I simply went to sleep, a sleep in which I was being used by a glowing mermaid - fortunately one who was anatomically complete. I have no idea whether I continued to be used in my sleep. I wouldn't have minded and I would certainly have been safe. 

I awoke the next morning from dreams of living in an underwater palace, miraculously free from the need for air. Lines of mermaids had swum past, from the anorexic to those with grotesquely huge breasts. They had my Ladies' faces, which seemed even more miraculous. Any one that I looked at would swim down and impale herself upon me for a few moments until another caught my eye. As happens sometimes with dreams, I awoke with no idea how I managed sex with these mermaids, because their lower halves were all fish with no human parts. In any case I remembered the enjoyment of what I shared with them. 

I was quite disoriented when I opened my eyes. At first this was because I had forgotten how to breathe air. My automatic reflexes solved this problem with no help from me. Then I saw my three rescuers sitting by the bed, very demurely dressed in loose white calf-length dresses, with high collars. Astra and Tina had their hair up in buns: Dominika didn't have enough to put in a bun. Their poses too were virginal, hands folded in their laps and heads bowed slightly. Had I awoken not only from my underwater dream, but also my Ladies' dream, to a Quaker's world now? 

Astra looked up when she heard me stirring. "Your body will be ours to torture at sundown, which the Captain tells me is about 6pm. Until then we are your respectable maids, waiting to serve your every wish ... but one." I decided I could cope with that, for one day. If I had to manage without sex for a few hours it was kind of them to refrain from stirring up my passions, so easily moved by these perfect specimens of womanhood, by flaunting their bodies. 

I felt rested and completely recuperated for the first time from my most recent kidnapping and escape from Russia. (I didn't consider my capture in the crossing the line ceremony as a real kidnapping!) I suggested that we go for a walk around the boat and then they could be my personal trainers in a little gentle exercise. 

If we're to be your personal trainers, our first responsibility is to get some fuel into you. Breakfast! 

I have never been a fan of the idea of muesli and yoghurt for breakfast - I am more a bacon and eggs man, as you will have read in this story. But, I had seen my Ladies' spectacular physiques, so clearly they knew how to build great bodies, so perhaps they might know how to fix my disaster area. And in any case, I had handed over to them the responsibility for training me, so I felt that I had to follow their instruction. 

I followed them to the kitchen and sat down while they worked their magic. After ten minutes they brought me a plate of ... bacon and eggs and what looked like a milk shake. I looked up enquiringly and was told that I might as well get some calories into me - they would work off that much and more in the gym. 

"...and tonight." Astra added very quietly, with a faint smile. 

Clearly my trainers had already had their breakfast - they had probably been up since five, downed their protein shakes and done two hours of hard exercise. I was hoping this type of attitude might transfer itself to me by some form of osmosis. 

"Not osmosis," Tina said, "...once we get you past a certain level you will start to get a high from the exercise." It was going to take me a while to get used to them listening in on me. This was the first time any of them had read any specific word from my thoughts, rather than a general idea. I wondered if I was eventually going to lose my identity in my Ladies. Given my inherently female sexual experience two days ago, perhaps that was already happening. 

A wave of love suddenly overwhelmed me. I can describe it no other way. I looked up at my three companions, and none of them had moved except that they were looking, or to be more correct gazing, at me. "It's not that bad being one with us all is it?" 

I knew none of them had spoken, but as one they had conveyed the message as accurately as if they had emailed it into my head. 

"No, but it will take some time to get used to. I have a lifetime of prejudices to overcome." 

I hadn't spoken either, but I knew they had heard what I had said. 

If you had been watching me eat my breakfast with three apparently very respectable Ladies wordlessly watching me, you would have thought we were not on speaking terms. In fact, we were conversing much more efficiently without using our voices. 

I finished my breakfast and placed the plate, knife fork and mug into the dishwasher. We all stood and walked out the door to walk briskly around the ship five times. One Lady beside me and two behind. They changed their positions regularly, as smoothly as cyclists in a peloton, but I remained in the front left position. 

We were walking at a pace I knew I could not maintain for five full circuits, but after the third circuit my legs felt great, and I was not even starting to get out of breath. This was a more dramatic change than could be explained merely by my improving fitness. "Were the Ladies now able to take the lactic acid out of my legs and replace the CO2 in my lungs with O2?", I thought sarcastically to myself. 

The fact that I received an answer should not have been a surprise. "No, but we have done some work on your perception of such things. It is your awareness of these limitations that prevents you from causing yourself injury, but we are closely monitoring these indicia in you and are able to take you closer to the limit without causing you any damage. We can also measure and assist your recovery after exercise. We recently considered all this as a possibility and decided it was worth a try. I spoke to your three companions today about putting our ideas into action as a test. It looks promising. If it continues to work, we can use the technique to accelerate your progress to fitness. 

There was no voice to recognise, but somehow I detected the personality of Yulia. I looked at my companions. They were grinning sheepishly. Were they trying not to look smug? I smiled at them and their smiles broadened. They had given me a surprise gift and wanted me to appreciate it. I certainly did appreciate it; in my experience as people age many factors gets in the way of the care they should give to their own bodies in areas such as fitness, health and hygiene. And after many years of this the resultant deterioration sometimes causes us to lose hope and abandon the effort altogether. For years now I had been observing these changes in myself. I had known I needed to take action to reverse them. Instead, however, I had chosen to focus on other shorter-term priorities. 

So, I had already noticed my physical capacity improving and my excess weight reducing with the greater activity levels my Ladies had encouraged. Their support had now taken on a new dimension. 

In no time we had finished our laps and headed for the gym. Here to my performance had improved. During the cooldown after twenty minutes on various machines I was very tired. 

My three companions for the day took me for a shower. As they washed me Astra explained that this was intentional. Rest was a vital part of a fitness program and fatigue was important for proper rest. My Ladies gently toweled me down, then took turns to provide a very long and completely unsexy massage. Unsexy? Yes, I wondered if my Ladies were able to direct my thoughts away from lust, even while I was thinking about the subject. Again, Yulia responded, confirming that while my body was preparing for a further sexual episode, and even while I was discussing such an idea, libido had been factored out of my mindset for the present. 

That was convenient but worrying concept. These Ladies could mentally castrate me if they wished. It was unnerving to consider one's libido as being vulnerable to manipulation by others. 

This time Tina answered. "We could have permanently ended your libido and indeed your life completely at any time you have been with us. We have not done so for a range of reasons even apart from common decency. We love you. You are one of us - you are, in fact, the most complete, the most essential "Lady" of us all. It is very important to us that you are happy. And your capacity to fulfil our sexual needs is very important to each of us. 

"You have managed, somehow, to be the man that each of us needs, wants, longs for. Our sexual needs are every bit as important to us as all those other wonderful, impossible things you have done for us and continue to do for us. 

"And perhaps it will help you to know that all three of us also needed to have the help of our friends in controlling our lust for the day." 

Of course. The question had been unworthy. I wouldn't have spoken it, but merely thinking it was enough to broadcast it to my Brigade. I didn't really want to try to censor my thoughts, even if that were somehow possible. 

And Tina answered that one too. "We are all still coming to terms with the unspoken thoughts read unsent and unsought from each other's minds. We need to develop a new etiquette for something that society has not had to manage before. We have the advantage that we all love each other. Just trust us to understand that your thoughts, which you have grown up regarding as your own, have become public within our Brigade, just as ours have." Suddenly we were all holding hands. We would have been hugging, but I could feel the control from our friends restraining us from anything even bordering on the amorous. 

I thought back and remembered in the last week or so having random unexpected thoughts cross my mind. These must have been other Ladies' thoughts, most of which I had tuned out automatically, even though I had been able to receive messages from them when it was important. I began to understand the term "new etiquette". Tina silently added that my input into that new etiquette would be important, as I came from a country with very different customs. 

We were still holding hands. I was now comfortable and confident that our family would have new challenges to meet, but we had amongst us the resources to meet them. I relaxed into the nonsexual intimacy that was my extended massage from three experts. 

I am a little embarrassed to say this, but I lost two hours of my life then. Quite now much was being massaged and how much was just resting I cannot say, but I awoke, naked but covered by a towel, after what at my age I might have to describe as a "nanna nap". It was now about midday and my three friends were lying (fully dressed) one on either side of me and another in an armchair nearby. I lay there for a few minutes enjoying the closeness, but decided I needed to get up and do something. 

I stood up and dressed quickly. I felt full of energy. My three companions got up and we went out to see what was happening. No-one was to be seen. Everyone else must have been struck down with the same lassitude that I had experienced. 

We wandered up to the pool on the sundeck, where we enjoyed the combination of a cool breeze and warm sun. But it didn't quite seem right to be around the pool fully dressed, and it seemed unwise to be undressing right now under the circumstances. We drifted forwards to see where we were headed, and the Officer of the Day saw us and invited us onto the bridge. We had been there before on that first day, but it was different now we were at sea and under way. 

The view from the bridge was outstanding, as you would expect. We were in the coral sea, not that we could see any coral, just sparkling blue water for miles around. We asked the OoD what he did. His only responsibility was to be there in case anything went wrong. 

He was an older man (about my age!) and had been at sea on and off for over thirty years. We sat and chatted with him for a long while, him telling stories of things that happened at sea, and in port. I was curious about the stories of a "girl in every port". He was married himself with just the one wife in Chile. He said that with a straight face and it seemed believable. However, years ago he had known some crew members in some ships who had had two, and in one case three "wives" in different ports. At one time early in his career he had himself run to two girlfriends in different cities for a short period, although that was merely starting one relationship the afternoon before he advised the previous partner that the relationship was ended. However, in recent years that was not the case. "Wives expect some sort of support these days, and it is too expensive to make any sort of contribution for a "wife" you see for a maximum of perhaps one or two weeks per year. It is cheaper to ... er ... pay per hour." he said with a sideways look at my companions. 




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Dominika laughed. "Maybe if they learned to do their job properly they might not have to pay...they might even be able to arrange it so they could be paid for their efforts." I kept my face down. I didn't want him to catch my eye while we were on that subject. On the other hand, I wondered if this fit, healthy and apparently successful man might be attractive to my Ladies. I was still uncertain about my ability to provide what they needed throughout their lives, and while it would be complicated if any of them were interested in him, I felt I could not in fairness stand in the way of any such relationship. Of course he was married, but the next likely catch, or the one after that, might not be. 

I cannot explain the response to that thought, but all three Ladies looked briefly but sharply at me and I felt as if I was being warned. I put the thought away from me for the time being, but knew I would have to return to it. Meanwhile the OoD had been on the phone, and as I looked back to him he was putting it down. 

"Would you like to take the helm for a little while?" That was an opportunity I would never have again, and I could not turn it down. However, I didn't quite know what he meant. On the presumption that he had "had the helm" while we had been talking to him, it seemed that I was being invited to have the computer steer the ship for me as it had been for him up to now. 

He saw my quizzical look and explained. "If I turn off the autopilot you can control the speed and direction yourself. There is nothing within fifty miles that you can hit, so just take the wheel and enjoy." He showed me the wheel, much smaller than in my memories of my schoolboy books of the sea, and the engine order telegraph, which was exactly as I would have expected. "Any direction you want, any speed except reverse." And he took a microphone and announced that there would be some testing, involving sudden changes of speed and direction, and for passengers and crew to take care. 

I immediately rang for "Full Ahead", and both felt and watched the speed climb over a few minutes to almost 20 knots. When it settled just below that speed, I put on full right rudder...or what I thought might be full right rudder. The ship slowly turned into a wide circle, listing away from the turn so the slope added to the centrifugal force. I understood the need for the warning, and brought the helm back from the turn just as the OoD was giving me a warning look. 

There was something very different I wanted to try. Once the ship was back moving in a straight line (and back heading roughly South), I brought the telegraph to "dead slow ahead", and waited for the speed to stabilize. After a few minutes it was just below two knots, and then I brought it back to "stop". The ship continued moving for a long time, but there was an uncanny silence on board. The gentle hum that had been so steady we had accustomed ourselves to it was now more noticeable by its absence than it had been by its presence. As we gradually coasted to a complete stop it felt as if time was coming to halt as well. 

Eventually we were moving no longer. There was no noticeable motion at all. Now I could hear the gentle whoosh of a gentle breeze blowing past the open doorway to the bridge wing. "This is a complete stop?" I asked. 

"Not quite, we would be drifting with the movement of the sea, but there is no movement between the ship and the water." I noticed we were both whispering. 

Something else was happening, however. The ship was starting to shrink against the infinite horizon around it. I knew as it was happening that it must be in my mind, but that knowledge didn't stop my fear. Something in my mind was gnawing at me... 

I looked at my three Ladies. All looked uncomfortable. Even the OoD seemed uneasy. I had learned from this strange experience, and it was now time to end it. Back the telegraph went to dead slow ahead, and the gentle hum resumed, and after a few moments there was again the sensation of the sea moving past us. And I suddenly recalled what my mind had been telling me as we had been stopped there, paused in our voyage. Despite the fact that we were in a ship weighing tens of thousands of tons, drifting in the open ocean was as intimidating as it had been in a small inflatable just recently, or when I had been captured off the ship and had nearly lost everything that mattered to me. The immensity of the ocean made everything small. I was pleased to be under way again, in a world where I could calculate the hours left before we reached land. 

I moved the telegraph back through the stages to full ahead, and soon we were again travelling as we had been before. But ... I felt differently about it. I knew that this ocean, or any ocean, could swallow us up in one bite and wipe us all off the face of the earth along with this huge ship. It was a sobering thought. 

The OoD interrupted my reverie. "I'll be off duty in half an hour. I'd be happy to give the four of you a tour of the interesting spots around the ship if you'd like. It would be the type of tour that tourists don't see. I knew Tina had been interested in the engine room, and I was curious about shipping. I didn't have to check with the other three - I knew already they wanted me to say yes. So yes it was. 

We visited the dining room and Dominika chose a small snack for me along with a bottle of water. We sat down to eat and I enjoyed the feeling of watching the ship moving again. Being stopped at sea had unnerved me. 

We were just finishing off our meal when the OoD came in. Except that because he was off duty now he was not the OoD, but instead Keith, from Lincolnshire. After introducing himself in this different role he asked, "Ready?" In a moment the four of us were briskly following him down a series of stairs, seemingly going into the bowels of the ship. Keith told us that the Captain had asked him to make sure we were aware of the geography of the ship in case there was another kidnap attempt. It was the first time any of his charges had been kidnapped from his ship, and he wanted it to be the last. 

We certainly got a good picture of the layout of the ship. The tour started at the lowest possible point standing on the ballast tanks looking at the one of the shafts entering the outer hull to drive the screw. After two hours we were standing in a crowded space around the radar equipment at the top of the forward mast, a spot from which we could see for miles all around. 

For our last stop he took us to a small room that had been set up for a charter a few years previously. Although it was right at the bows it was low in the ship and there were no portholes. In addition it was a very unusual shape, following the line of the bow and unsuitable for normal use. It had originally been a brig, but the brig had never been used, or at least not as a brig, in anyone's memory. Because of this the décor had remained unchanged since the special charter. As he opened the door we all walked in and took in the special equipment that someone had no doubt had some real fun using. 

There was no mistaking it - it was a bondage room, with all the fittings usually associated with BDSM. Keith told us that the millionaire who had ordered the furnishings had removed everything valuable that was movable at the end of his charter, but the padded leather benches and frames, and the shackles and straps were all there and in good condition. 

He looked a little embarrassed. "I have no idea why, but the Captain thought that you may want to use this room." 

Astra kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, and please thank him. Now you can show me the way back to our quarters and I have a few things to do." She escorted him from the room and I heard it being locked from the outside. I was left alone with Tina and Dominika. I was helpless, but happy. 

Tina looked at me. "Undress." I undressed. "Face up on that bench." I couldn't think of a single reason to argue, so I obeyed. 

Dominika and Tina sat nearby on pieces of torture equipment and waited. By now there was no embarrassment about being naked in front of my Ladies, but nor was it sexy, and they seemed to be ignoring me completely. At least it wasn't cold in the room. 

I must have lain there for half an hour, bored and dozing on the narrow bench with my arms hanging down on each side. Eventually I must have fallen asleep completely, as I awoke with a start to see Astra returning with Yulia and Anna. 

Short minutes later I was securely tied face up to the bench with wires connected to various part of me. My three owners for the day had asked Yulia and Anna to control whatever the wires were supposed to do. Astra leaned over my face, "You are to do nothing. We will do things to you. Anything you are to do the electronics will make you do. The safe word is "code red". Do you understand?" I nodded acknowledgement. 

Tina spoke to Anna and in seconds I was throbbing erect, painful and needy. I had felt no shocks or tingling of electricity, but I was left on no doubt that my condition was the result of electrical stimulation. 

Then Astra turned, lifted her leg over me and and sat on my face, very slowly and gently moving around. Her dress might have been virginal white, but I now knew she was wearing nothing beneath it, or at least not on her lower half. 

Did she want me to use my tongue? She had said not to do anything, so I didn't. She was certainly making use of my nose though. It was a good job I was OK because I couldn't have said the code word. 

Then someone slowly descended on me lower down. With Astra blocking my vision (even apart from occupying my other senses) I didn't know who it was. As I slowly slid into nirvana I recalled that I had been here before with my ladies, but each time it happened it was better than before. And just like every other time this was better than before. The thought briefly cross my mind how long this improvement could continue. 

Then a third lady started to slide a certain part of her anatomy up and down my right hand. If you are uncertain what part of her anatomy, then it may help if I tell you that I had just learned that she, too, was wearing no knickers. I was unable to resist moving my fingers around in the sloshy goo that was already pooling in my palm. Surely they could not have in mind that I would be so passive as to keep even my fingers still? Wrong again! 

Astra lifted herself off me briefly, as did the other two. "We don't really care, it is up to you, but if you don't keep still well just have to tie you more securely." I stopped moving my fingers, my attackers descended onto me again and the movement resumed. 

A little later the second lady lifted off me, leaving me swaying (figuratively) in the breeze. And then she (it had to be the same one) duplicated on my left hand what was already being done to my right. 

I was just settling into this form of lovely torture when I noticed there was literally a breeze. My totem was subjected to a movement of air from one side, and then the other. Clearly the ladies occupying my hands were blowing across me in turns. I had thought I could cope with the stimulation of a lovely lady moving around on my face and one on each hand, but the breeze in the middle was going to finish me off. Or perhaps it was the thought of the ever-new ways these ladies were thinking up to stimulate me that was doing the job. 

I had consigned myself to the hell of knowing that I had failed my ladies and lost the opportunity myself to enjoy a long session as I felt myself being taken over the edge, when suddenly I wasn't over the edge. Instead I was perched upon it, out of my little mind with lust that was being denied. Or was that satisfied? I didn't know...I was out of my mind. The only recognisable I could identify was a wish that my Ladies were getting what they wanted. 

But even that wasn't at all clear. I could hear all three grunting as if they too were on the brink, but not quite there. And then I noticed similar sounds emanating from where Anna and Yulia were sitting. It seemed everyone in the room could see heaven, but was not quite there. 

And then a fourth slippery woman slowly slid herself down onto me. It seemed to take an age as her silky smoothness inched down towards the base. For a moment I puzzled over the mechanics. Where were this woman's legs? I could just see Anna's and Yulia's feet out of the corner of my eye - had another lady come in? And how long could it take for this additional woman to reach the bottom? 

My thoughts faded into disorder. I was on the brink of my climax even before the fourth player had started. Surely now the flood must burst its banks? But no, the additional pleasure instead took my brain somewhere else. I was now away from my Ladies, away from this room, away from the ship and the sea, and instead in a lush garden standing with my bare feet in the gentle grass. I was surrounded by...I thought of them as lovely women, but when I looked closer each of them was a white glowing field of energy taking the very vaguest form of woman. 

Women or not, they literally radiated lust and pleasure. 

And I wanted them, wanted them beyond any thought of feeling. My very essence was the wanting of them. And they wanted me just as much. I grabbed the nearest one and thrust myself into it...her. She certainly felt like a woman, but after a ... indeterminate period of time she fell forward, gushing profusely from where I had been. In a moment, however, she was out of my sight as others of these nymphs assailed me. One, two ... ten ... I lost count as one by one they forced themselves onto me, then much later collapsed forward just as the first had. 

At one point I looked down in the brief moment between these episodes, and saw what it was that they were so desperate to have. It was now twice is normal size and bulging all over as if with muscles. Dripping all over with the ambrosia that the nymphs were now all exuding copiously. I briefly thought how impossible it was for any of them to use this monster I had become, just as yet another took me in, giving my muscled bulk its hundredth satiny massage for the day. The fit was just right. 

As the assault on me continued, I became able to discern certain physical features amongst these nymphs. Enormous genitalia, labia and clitorises, bright red and pulsating at different rhythms, still gushing ambrosia. Breasts, surmounted by throbbing, dripping nipples surrounded by puffy, bumpy areolae. Mouths, with grotesquely swollen painted lips like cosmetic surgery gone wrong, with forked tongues curling and lashing around inside. [Correction: as I write this, I recall the lips were hugely swollen, but they didn't seem grotesque at the time; they seemed just perfect. It is only in hindsight that they seemed grotesque.] 

And still, one after another they came at me. As each one slid down my muscled length finally to thrust her hips against mine, others pulled at my nipples, licked my ears, kissed my fingers and toes, slid fingers into my anus, pressed nipples into my mouth until I could hardly breathe. 

After what seemed like the hundredth, I watched her slide off the end ready for another to take her place. This time, instead of eagerly watching my new assailant approach, I stared down as the last one pulled herself off the swollen glans, distorting her vulva even more as my tip finally slid out, exposing a little of her love tunnel as some of it turned her inside out. An extra gush of her honey splashed out and I watched the gaping lewd orifice shrink down to a close and she fell among her forbears. 

As I continued to watch I saw her dissolve into a formless fluid of femininity that was by now rising around my knees. These were truly not human, not female, not beings other than products of my imagination. And, I had to concede as a protest entered my mind, my Ladies' imagination. 

My Ladies had trapped me into their dream of layers of lust sweeping me away into willing servitude. But the next nymph now demanded my attention - and got it, in spades. And another and another. 

By now, however, I was aware of the tide of womanhood rising now up my legs. The throng of waiting nymphs was finally noticeably diminishing: I didn't know whether to be disappointed or pleased. 

One by one the nymphs paying homage to my face, hands and body left to join the shorter queue for the main course, and eventually the last slid off me. For the first time I was able to distinguish a face in the glow, and I saw her wistful farewell as she, too joined her sisters in the most literal sense. 

I looked down to see the target of their affections had grown still further. And my brand - I had forgotten about that - it was glowing like fire. There was no sense of heat, but it looked as if a hole in my abdomen were revealing the molten gold inside me. 

And still I wanted more. I felt as if I could fertilise the solar system with what was inside me. But there was no desperation, no lust in the common meaning of the word. I wanted to make love with my ladies. And leave my seed deep inside them, leaving them sated, calm and happy. 

As I thought of my Ladies, I could see down through the roof of the room I had left a millennium ago this very afternoon. I could see Astra, Dominika and Tina in the last positions I had seen them, sitting on my face and hands. The only change was that Astra had turned and was now facing backwards. I remember thinking my nose must be halfway into her anus. And then I could detect the humour of Hana in the thought - it was her crude joke. Never mind, it was funny. 

As I looked down, I could feel these Ladies writhing on my face and hands, stimulating themselves as they would. I could feel their juices running down my cheeks, my wrist. 

And my hips. Someone was riding me. And yet I could see myself, throbbing and erect, untouched by anyone. But I could feel the tight-fitting slippery walls of a Lady moving around on me. But that couldn't be, as I saw - and felt - as these three Ladies all leaned forwards and blew upon my soaked hardness, cooling it from all sides. 

Now I could see Yulia and Anna, and then all of the others lined up as if in the air, all with me deep inside them, wanting, needing but also getting. And I could see my core slimy and getting wetter by the second, moving as if being ridden by an invisible woman. 

My description of what happened next must necessarily be vague. I might have blacked out during parts of what followed. I can remember seeing my shaft swell with the rising seed, and then the viscous white output washed thickly down the shaft as if the invisible woman was still there, preventing it from going anywhere but down. The end swelled even further, almost glowing in its redness. The seed ran over my sides onto the floor. And the sensation - that was like the peak of a million orgasms continuing unvarying and unbroken, for ages. 

It wasn't just me either. All forty four of my Ladies collapsed as one, all of them firmly squeezing a nipple, clitoris or vulva. And each of them was gushing their overflow of my seed around us all. I could feel the level rising around me, just as a different tide had risen a lifetime ago earlier today. 

And then, as I thought the only option was unconsciousness or death, the pleasure slowly peaked and over a period of a few minutes started to decline noticeably. Gradually logical thought started again, and I was able to sit up on the bench and check the five Ladies in the room. For a while I was worried about them lying on the floor in the depth of liquid there. But as I looked down I saw that there were large pools of what looked like yoghurt underneath the bench, there was no depth to worry about. The pool of seed over a foot deep must have occurred in another dimension. 




Irkutsk Ch. 25



Whatever dimension that had all existed in, however, my Ladies had been to the same one. Without a word being spoken I knew they had all shared my experience of a lifetime. We all mopped up the mess and tidied the room as best we could: we knew anyone going in there in a hundred years would know what had happened today. 

Yulia led the way back to the large suite where the others were waiting. We walked through the lower decks naked but it seemed irrelevant. It was obvious that these ladies, too, had shared our love. Everyone was on a high including me. 

We all slowly dressed and Chris led us all into the dining room. As I looked at the clock I saw that our sexual marathon had taken no more than three hours. But what a three hours! We settled down for a meal. There was not much discussion during the meal - not spoken anyway. 

after the meal we trooped into the Captain's room. As many as could fit that is - the others gathered outside. This was our last night at sea, and we all wanted to thank him for his wonderful hospitality and the way he coped with the many odd issues that had accompanied our time on his ship. Not least, of course, was my kidnapping and recovery. He had left that out of the log - he had tried to draft a report but after several tries decided there was no way of saying what had happened that wouldn't get him labelled as insane. 

There was on very funny postscript. Maria had picked it up first. She said it had been in his aura, but moments after she saw it, we all saw it. Someone had burst into his cell, ripped his white ducks off and - well, there was no other way to describe it - had straddled him and fucked him stupid. After she had orgasmed copiously all over his lower body, she had leaned over his prostrate form, kissed him and skipped out. He had no idea who it was, and the only certainty was that he had enjoyed it. Immensely. 

Maria hinted silently that we should not mention it, and we didn't. But we knew he knew we knew, and we knew he knew we wouldn't tell anyone. Clearly, however, there had been an overflow of lust that had taken over - a passenger, or some floating spirit. That may be something to watch out for in future. 

We returned to the large suite and once the door was closed we acted like a class full of schoolgirls. Including me. Giggling and telling stories, recalling bits and pieces from an experience we had all enjoyed more than we could say. Not just this afternoon's experience, but the whole period since I had accepted hospitality from what I had thought was a strange country pub. 

We continued well into the evening, and suddenly decided all at once that we were tired. We slept all together in the large suite for the first time. 

In the morning we all bolted our food and were up on deck early to watch Australia coming over the horizon. In what seemed like not time the Captain was speaking over the PA telling all passengers to gather their luggage to disembark. 

I went to my room and collected my few belongings. I checked my case was labelled properly, left it just inside the door and went to see if anyone needed help. 

As I turned into the corridor I spied them all in tears, crying on each other's shoulders. The volleyballers were closest to me and I touched one on the shoulder, looking at her enquiringly. They both turned to me and hugged me. "We are so happy. Your Australian Captain doesn't understand why, or even that we are rejects from society." 

"Not are, were. You're Australians now." 

And we all were.



Irkutsk Ch. 26



As I sit here beside my lovely wife Chris in our cottage in the mountains overlooking Lake Jindabyne, I reflect on the few weeks, the accident of being in the wrong place at the right time, that transformed my life, my wife's life, so many lives.

The turbulent, passionate times that I should have had in my early years had been eclipsed by the brief, intense period I had instead experienced late in my fifties. It is hard to imagine how such events could have turned me along the path to the peace of both mind and body that I now enjoy.

I remember the days after we had all embarked in Brisbane with a vague plan in my head and the faith my Ladies had had in me. A faith which had worried me: was their faith misplaced?

With no assurance other than my plan, my Ladies had bought land adjoining Kosciuszko National Park at what I thought was an outlandish cost. A much larger tract of land in north Queensland had cost much less. We had called the former Baikal to celebrate its cool climate and the existence of a lake. The latter had become known as Siberia for its remoteness despite its tropical climate, and the name eventually stuck.

We developed Baikal first, building a dormitory and gymnasium to suit fifty athletes. We lived in that dormitory for some months, forty four athletes and one old man who was making progress towards some degree of fitness. My lungs struggled with the altitude, but I had had plenty of support and encouragement.

While living in the dormitory, we built individual units for up to thirty of us at each location, and then Chris and I had taken half the Ladies to Siberia to develop similar facilities there.

That flurry of building in the first year after arriving in Australia had used up nearly all of our combined resources, and it wasn't long before the media took an interest in all this activity. It had been Slava's idea to tell them nothing at all, to stimulate such interest. And her idea worked: we were constantly asked what we were up to.

Once Baikal was complete and some of us were now living in individual accommodation and others had moved to Siberia, we took on our first customer. Despite the Ladies' specialties in other sports, we started with an Australian Rules Football player. Yulia took an interest in a player showing promise in grade football in Eden, a coastal town nearby. Ben clearly had great talent and commitment, but Yulia could see faults in his technique. I wasn't sure how she could know such detail of a sport she had never been involved with - her total experience had been to watch a demonstration match while in Australia for the Olympics - but the Ladies all had complete faith in her judgement, and so did I.

We invited him up to Baikal with his parents for two weeks and the Ladies all worked together to see where improvements could be made. His parents also got some attention, more to show them what we were doing with Ben than to develop their own abilities. However, the mother Beth was a social tennis player and we decided some progress could be made with that.

We maintained an exercise routine for the family to keep their fitness levels, but that wasn't the main focus. Yulia wanted to work with Ben on his awareness of what was happening around him and spent endless hours sitting in a corner with him, walking around him, waving her arms around. She seemed to have a definite idea where she was going with this.

Ben played in a trial match at the end of the two weeks. We all went to watch, making up nearly half the crowd. He wasn't named as best on ground, but his team coach Ron wanted to speak to us afterwards. He told Chris that he had noticed that Ben had developed a feel for what was about to happen and had several times been standing apart from a group of players going for a mark and had, apparently by mere luck, been standing exactly where the ball came out. The 'luck' theory did not appeal to Ron who thought there was more than coincidence at play.

Chris directed him to Yulia who explained that she had noticed a problem in this area and had decided to focus on it.

"When did you see him play?" Ron wanted to know from her. "I haven't seen you at any games before. I would have noticed you."

"I saw the football broadcast on the local channel."

"But they only showed the last quarter of a game six months ago, and Ben was off the field for half of that."

"Yes."

"And you could see exactly what was wrong and how to remedy it?"

"I had an idea and it may have helped."

Ron looked at her. "Hmmm."

This had been a case of dipping the toe in the water, but as it happened Ben was selected by one of the AFL teams early in the draft the following week despite having been ranked very low. The media interest now had a link between our community (which had been such a mystery to them) and something they understood - the Australian Football League, or AFL.

The articles which had previously been along the lines of "What are these people planning?" suddenly focussed on Ben's elevation. A picture taken at the trial match made it to the front page of several major newspapers.

While we were back focussing on development at Siberia another AFL team took an interest. The coach of one of the major teams paid us a visit in person, asking if we would look at one of his players. We got Slava to talk to him. She had noticed Peter, who was in the latter part of his career, and wondered if his repeated injuries were the result of a fault in his technique. She certainly impressed the coach by her knowledge of a player he was enquiring about with us for the first time.

Slava invited the coach to send Peter and a friend up for a week. We were surprised when he turned up with a lovely young lady. When Slava had extended the invitation to a friend, she had expected him to bring a man, perhaps a team mate, but certainly not a girlfriend.

As it happened, Peter saw very little of Joanne that week. Tina found out she was a dancer and took her under her wing. By the end of the week Slava and Tina felt that both had made noticeable improvements. As far as Peter was concerned he made it through the following season playing every game, while Joanne won a supporting role in a musical. Peter's coach was delighted and impressed and our reputation was developing. The media was becoming annoying and although we were not yet ready to announce our plan, we had few secrets from the choppers flying overhead watching whatever we did outdoors.

By the time Siberia was ready for business we had a ridiculous range of enquiries from potential trainees. One of the builders must have passed on my email address and I had to change the settings on my spam software early on to try to filter out the enquiries. Many seemed to me to be from older men who were more interested in the lovely Ladies than on improving their sporting performances. Not that I could criticise them bearing in mind my own history with them.

Chris knew what she was doing: she invited selected journalists to attend the opening of Siberia. Nearly all of them accepted and we had quite a crowd for her press conference. To the constant glare of flashes and TV lights she took them all on a tour and then stood before us all and told them of her plan. Two sites, one to develop heat tolerance, the other for altitude training, both with airstrips and a light plane to move from one to the other. Experienced Olympic athletes from a huge range of codes working intensively for short periods focussing on specific areas of improvement.

They already knew about the progress of Ben, Peter and Joanne, and wanted to know which sports we would be dealing with.

Chris surprised even me with her answer, "Whatever is needed, we can work with. And not just sport - we can develop people to improve their resistance to workplace injuries."

"What sort of workplace injuries?"

"Everything."

"Just physical injuries?"

"No, we can help someone develop their emotional strength including resistance to bullying, sledging etc. That is a big part of sporting performance, and mental ability can be developed in the same way as physical ability." That set them thinking.

We had chartered aircraft to fly them back to Baikal and show them around there too. I think Chris was responsible for the decision to take them all up to the top corner of our property. They were all out of breath (as was I) by the time they got there, partly because of the climb, but also partly because of the altitude. My Ladies, of course, were cool and calm. Another reason for taking them there was to enjoy the view over the lake (Jindabyne, not Baikal).

The opening/conference closed there, and Chris arranged for them to be flown back to their own cities, or to Siberia where some had left cars. Not, however, before she asked them all to spread the word that the Brigade was open for business.

The media did us proud, making all Australia - all the world - aware that we were there to improve sporting and other performance. We were a little disappointed that the coverage of the ladies' own sporting performances took precedence over what we could do for future athletes, but even that added to the prestige of the Brigade.

And the business took off from there. Within a month we were turning away applicants including three AFL clubs, one of which wanted sole use of the facilities. Ben, Peter and Joanne were the only three to get free access to our training, and soon we were steadily recouping what had seemed to me to be a huge and risky investment.

Some major employers took an interest in Chris's comments about bullying, and we took on a few individuals to show what we could do. The entire Brigade met to discuss this aspect of the business. Clearly we couldn't train Australia's entire workforce, and Astra suggested we develop one course to train people who would assist bullying victims, a second to deal with the more traumatised victims and (controversially) a third in which the bullies could be trained in communication and assertiveness.

After this line of business took off we added further accommodation at both sites for bullying training: at Baikal for the first two course types, and at Siberia for the third.

Watching a football match on TV one day I noticed the camera zoom in on the ear lobe of one of the players we had helped, and I saw a smaller version of the tattoo I myself bore with pride on my forehead. The symbol of a circle with a cross beneath it, originally depicting the mirror of Venus and now generally taken to depict the female gender, but with a crescent instead of a full circle. On the earlobe it was about a centimetre across. Soon they all had the tattoo, and before long the standard response by them to sledging etc was to turn that earlobe towards the person trying to taunt. It seemed to work, and not long afterwards my own tattoo was a point of interest again.

As I look back on the second phase of my Ladies Brigade life, I take pride in the efficiency and the effectiveness of my Ladies' handling of the process in an unfamiliar country. I helped here and there, mainly with Neanderthals who seemed unable to cope with females. I also provided a little legal advice here and there.

In no time we had two sites up and running, facilities built and ready, and operating at full capacity. I wondered if I might be doomed to play the "before" part in adverts showing how this team could make a silk purse out of a sow's ear, or perhaps a warning about where someone might end up if they didn't seek help from the Brigade. And that was after my Ladies had wrought a dramatic improvement in my physical condition. But no, it always seemed that I had a useful role to play.

I sat in the background and watched as Baikal and Siberia became fully operative, and then as the bullying courses also started to become fully booked on a regular basis. And it was at this stage that I decided another change was necessary. I called a meeting of all my Ladies, bringing them down from Siberia so all could be there in person.

"I love you all, and will continue to do so. I have watched you with pride as you use your unique abilities to the benefit of Australian sport. And now I watch with pleasure as you start to reap the benefits of your work in the last few months, and your achievements before that. You can now enjoy the respect you deserve. And take your proper place in Australian society. In Russia I indicated my concern that forty four of the most wonderful ladies imaginable were restricting themselves to a just one forty-fourth share in just one man. You told me that you were completely happy with this and that you saw no possibility you would want to change.

"However, your success has brought you to a very different situation. You now have an alternative which I urge you to consider. You have a very real opportunity to find your own relationships with men of your own age, men more able to share with you the life you can now have."

I reached next to me to take Chris's hand. "Except Chris. She is my wife and I am selfish enough to want to keep her. But forty-three of you owe it to yourselves and your adopted nation to mix with its population in every respect. I would like you to continue to work here with me, but any or all of you should open yourselves to new relationships. Chris and I will share our relationship with any of you who wish to be part of our marriage..." I squeezed Chris's hand again, knowing I was saying what she, too, wanted but still frightened that I was wrong. "...but we both want you to have a fuller life than we can provide."

I finished my speech and looked around.

Silence. Blank looks. Now I was terrified. Had I alienated those I loved most? Perhaps even Chris?

Eventually Hana stood up. She looked direct at me. "You take Chris outside and go for a walk. Don't go far. Someone will come out and call you in a while."

Out we went. I spent several minutes crying on Chris's shoulder. She just held me tight, saying nothing. Despite her silence I felt somewhat comforted.

And then Hana called and we returned to the room. She led us to the middle of the room, stepped back and spoke to us all.

"Thank you Michael. What I am about to say is for all forty- ...er... three of us." She looked nervously at Chris. "We have discussed and agreed on what I am about to say. You gave us self-esteem when we had none, even though we kidnapped you."

Someone interrupted, "More than once." There was a ripple of laughter.

Hana continued. "I don't know how you did it, but you made each of us feel as if we were the most important lady for you. That is a special talent. You saved us from internal dissent and from outside interference. We all gave ourselves to you completely because we loved you: you were the most wonderful thing we could possibly imagine. Then you gave us a new home, a real home. You set us up here. And now you offer us the freedom to take a full part in that new life.

"You are married to Chris, and although we all agreed that was intended simply as a convenient means by which we could all be married together, we all agree that you and Chris should have the freedom to focus solely on each other.

"We would have fulfilled our lifetime commitment to you, and we know you would have fulfilled yours to us, but we accept your offer. We are now your devoted employees, but not your wives. We will enter completely into the life of our adopted nation. We will be available to consider partners here. Except..." She looked at the volleyballers. "...for those who already have them."

Hana looked a little embarrassed. "And I can tell you that a wonderful man has indicated his interest in me. I was about to tell him that I was already spoken for and would have been very happy with that, but instead now I am going to give this potential relationship a chance. And some others of us have been receiving expressions of interest."

Hana looked around at one or two ladies whom I guessed to have been the recipients of these "expressions of interest". Yulia was blushing bright red.

Then one by one my ladies came and hugged me, then Chris, and wished us well.

And so began the third phase of my life in the Ladies Brigade.

...

For nearly ten years now Chris and I have been married only to each other. Over the year that followed the events described above the shared sexual component of our group relationship gradually ended. It would have been difficult to explain to boyfriends! Indeed Hana and one or two others had a few experiences that necessitated careful explaining.

There has not been one single moment when I have felt that any or all of the others, or anyone else in the world could have been a better wife for me, and I have worked hard to be the best husband possible for Chris. What we do have is an intimacy with forty-three other wonderful ladies, wonderful contributors to our shared vocation as both Baikal and Siberia continue to move from strength to strength. That relationship now includes many husbands and partners. Not all of the ladies are in relationships, but either way they are all happy with their status. I know, because I know them as they know themselves.

Our expertise remains in high demand, and we have refused offers from most of the AFL teams and many other elite sports teams to take over their fitness and tactical training. However, we are fully occupied in the way that we are, and it would seem unfair to choose just one or two teams.

Chris and I still retain the link that enables us to understand each other, and that has sometimes been frustrating and confusing for those who catch one or other of us apart from the other, and who try to get that one to make a decision without the other. That just never works.

As we approach old age together, we are a loving couple looking back on years of happy marriage. I sometimes smile to myself at memories of sexual marathons bringing physical pleasure beyond anything my imagination could have conjured up. But then Chris touches my brand and she is suddenly the only lady I have ever loved. The only lady I could possible imagine making love with. Her birth certificate says she is over sixty, but she still looks to me to be in her mid-30s. I could not want anyone else.

My ladies still speak sometimes of what I did for them. I have tried many times, but I never seem to be able to explain what they did for me. What they are still doing for me.

I sometimes lie awake worrying about what my life might have been if I had not gone to that old building showing a dim light on that fateful night.



Irkutsk



One of the women - er Princesses - must have been waiting just outside the door, because she came in, wearing jeans and tee shirt, immediately after the first creak of the bed. She asked me, in perfect English, how I felt. I said I was hungry and hurt all over. She said she would get food but that I was not allowed analgesics - the lesson needed to sink in. I accepted this compromise and thanked her. Several of the Princesses, all dressed casually, brought food and drink - there was plenty and it was delicious. I was taken to a luxurious bathroom and washed comprehensively. I wasn't allowed to wash myself, but while their attentions were very intimate, they were not sexual. This time. After a long soak I was helped out and given two huge soft fluffy white towels, and a dressing gown of the same material. There was still some pain, but I was coping better. I was taken to a room with two huge leather armchairs and told to sit in one. I waited, relaxed and comfortable, if a little nervous.