AUTHOR'S NOTE: Adam's adventures began in "Mistress Kathy's Academy" and continued in "Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog."
Adam had strange and unwelcome dreams.
He is in her embrace. He is safe. He is happy.
"Love me," Eve commands. "Love me forever and no one else."
He luxuriates in her touch. Her hair tickles his face. Her legs wrap around him.
"I will love no one else," he gasps. "I promise."
He kisses her warm neck, her smooth shoulders, her bare breasts.
Her legs squeeze him until he can hardly move. Her nails dig into his flesh until it hurts. Something is different. Something is wrong.
He pulls away. It's not Eve. Not anymore.
She laughs. "Promises, promises!" taunts Helga. "Slaves are so fickle!"
"Why, Adam?" cries Eve—who now is somehow across the room, watching them. She's wearing a pony suit. Her collar is chained to a post.
Adam runs to her assistance, but she turns away from him. He must help her. He must earn her forgiveness. He unfastens the buckles on her bridle.
Helga mocks him. "You don't deserve her anymore, Adam. Just ask her."
Eve stares at him with angry eyes. "See what you've done? You've done to ME what you've done to HER!"
Monica.
But he had tried to help her.
"This is the way it has to be," says Helga, taking the bridle and reapplying it to her Pony. She leads Eve to a large wooden box, into which the Pony obediently climbs. Monica is in a different but identical box next to it. "You belong to me," says Helga, fastening the lids onto the boxes with her Ponies inside. "You all belong to me."
"I object!" shouts the Countess.
How long has she been here?
"You have no claim to him," retorts Helga. "The contract was for a limited time."
"Bitch!" cries the Countess.
"Slut!" cries Helga.
Helga and the Countess fight each other with their bare hands. Their gowns are torn away. Enticing latex swimsuits are worn underneath.
Their bodies entangle. Their fight excites him.
He shouldn't enjoy this.
They push and pull and tear each other's swimsuits. They fall down and roll onto each other. Their cries of hatred are mingled with perverse giggles.
He should stop them, but his arms are tied behind his back. His inability to intervene makes their struggle more arousing. His nakedness leaves him unable to hide his interest.
The two women stop to stare at him.
"He has the nerve to enjoy this," hisses Helga.
"After I kill you, I will punish him," says the Countess.
The women kiss. What remains of their garments is torn away. Their legs intertwine. Their pussies touch.
This isn't a healthy dream, thinks Adam.
Adam awoke, suddenly out of breath. He was in another strange bed in another strange room.
A strange but beautiful nurse was staring at him and smiling.
"You must have interesting dreams," said the young woman. Adam assumed she was a nurse from the white dress and cap, although he didn't know of any hospital where the uniforms were so tight and had so much cleavage.
Maybe I'm still dreaming,
thought Adam.
"Are you feeling well?" she asked.
"Probably," was the best he could manage. Complete sentences would have to wait until he was fully awake.
An old woman more conservatively dressed in scrubs entered the room to look at his medical chart but said nothing.
"What's the last thing you remember?" asked the young nurse.
He mentally pushed back the memory of wrestling mistresses and tried to recall something that he could believe had actually happened. Given the recent nature of his life, this took some thought.
"I was on a helicopter," he said. "Nobody would answer my questions. They said I should get some rest so I could adjust to the climate. And they wanted to run some tests on me."
The old woman spoke for the first time. "That's right, sweetie. I'm here to collect a little blood if that's all right." With practiced ease, she placed a hypodermic needle in his arm to collect a sample and applied a bandage when she was done. "You were suffering from altitude sickness—and a lot stress, you poor thing. The sleep seems to have done you good."
"May I get you anything?" asked the younger nurse. "Some water perhaps?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Something to eat?"
"No, thank you."
"There's an adjoining rest room if you need it."
"I think I'd like to stay in bed for a while."
"Would you like me to tie you up?"
"I, um . . . What?"
"Or I can get you a fresh pillow."
"Oh, for heaven's sake," said the older woman. "Leave him be! He's embarrassed to tell you he's had a wet dream, so he's waiting for us to give him some privacy." She threw him a clean towel. "There you are, sweetie."
"Why would he be embarrassed about that?" asked the younger nurse.
"I'll explain later," said the old woman. "Why don't you go get some clean sheets?"
The young nurse left the room.
"Thanks for the towel," muttered Adam with embarrassent. "I haven't had a wet dream since high school."
"You've spent time at the Academy, and that changes a fella," said the woman. "And you'll have to pardon Cindy. She doesn't understand how much your ways on the outside are different from ours. She knows that you're a submissive, so offering to tie you up is her way of being polite. I'll leave you alone now, and if you feel like wearing clothes, there are some here on the nightstand."
The old woman left.
Adam wondered where the fucking hell he was.
He cleaned himself and got dressed. The woman had left him a white smock and matching drawstring pants which were not his normal style but which fit him comfortably.
He pondered his next move. Presumably he was expected to wait for a nurse to return, and then answers would be forthcoming.
Presumably.
He sneaked out the nearest exit. Although his hosts seemed friendly enough, he was no longer in a trusting mood. He thought it would be a good idea to get a lay of the land and to have an escape plan ready in case things went weird.
What he saw outside the building could have been either a park or a college campus. Simple buildings connected by sidewalks surrounded by grass and trees suggested an isolated community far away from big cities.
The people were harder to figure out. Across the lawn from him, a young man and woman sat at a picnic table having breakfast in the nude. A half dozen others were walking about their daily routines with no embarrassment about their lack of clothes. The only fully dressed people he saw were an elderly couple wearing loose-fitting smocks like his own.
He suddenly felt overdressed, although no one took notice of him. He decided to take a quick walk around the "hospital," which was a much smaller building than he had imagined.
His short tour revealed similar sights. A pair of nude women on bicycles rode by and smiled as they passed. The trees that added to the beauty of the environment prevented him from seeing the surrounding terrain, so he had no clue as to what part of the world he was in.
He stepped around a corner and nearly walked into a perfectly shaped bare bottom. The woman it belonged to was bending over to adjust the kick stand of the bicycle she had just parked.
Not wanting to appear rude, and still hoping to be unnoticed, he decided to go back the way he had come before the girl noticed him staring at her ass.
Too late. She turned around and smiled.
"Hello, Adam! I was just coming to see you."
"Lady Emily?"
"It's just Emily here.
Lady
Emily was my cover. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," he said, and averted his eyes. "I was just looking around. You know, looking."
"Cool. I came by to make sure you're all right. And to apologize for last night."
"For rescuing me and saving my life?"
"For keeping you tied up while I did it. And for not explaining what I was doing. There was no reason to keep you in the dark the way I did. I don't really know why I acted that way."
Women keep telling me that.
He accepted her apology and went back inside the hospital with her.
Down a hall, they found an empty lounge where the two of them could sit and talk. He chose a seat on a plush sofa, and she sat next to him.
"I don't think I've never asked this before," he began, preparing her for his next question, "but why are you naked?"
"Today's my day off," she said. His uncomfortable silence told her that a more detailed explanation was in order. "Nobody here wears clothes on a day off—unless they're children—or in a committed relationship. I guess you're not used to that where you're from."
"I'll adjust," he said, still wondering about the most polite way to direct his eyes. Her athletic body accented her innocent smile in a way that couldn't be more distracting. "So where am I?"
