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Reluctant to come fully awake, Victria dawdled her way between her subconscious mind and the provocation of her senses. Warm, cozy, her heart beating a lazy rhythm and her lungs filling with the fragrant beckoning of fresh air, Victria luxuriated in her stupor. She felt in motion too; a sensation of torpid rocking, advancing ever forward and side to side. There was a sense, also, of someone close beside her. Victria smiled as she realized the warm breaths against her left cheek. Was it safe to come out? Was it okay to smile? Should she risk opening her eyes? Oh but it was so good there; cradled between the warm bosom of awareness and the lap of perfect oblivion.
Victria watched the slow parting of her eye lashes, like viewing the world from inside the mouths of two piranhas, their teeth modeled in murky shadow. Light came in, bayou blue syrup; bright and shimmering, as if looking into the surface of a pool. Then the blue turned to green, and there she was, her loyal slave: Melody; alert, focused, radiant like the sun. They were sitting together, knees touching. Victria realized that she had somehow dazed off in the middle of decorating Melody's golden brown hair; winding it inglorious loops around her crown and tucking it into brilliant leafy clusters of flowers. Her dutiful lover slave was the picture of utter perfection. Victria was instantly inspired; the feeling, the desire, to create, hot in her chest and along the line of her jaw. She needed a camera, paints and canvas, pastels, anything. Victria turned, and was suddenly struck dumb.
Crowded around her and Melody was a room full of people: patients, doctors, nurses and orderlies. They all waved. Timidly, she waved back; meeting the gaze of Dr. Peebles, the skinny blonde nurse with the big ass, Detective Powers and Dr. Gupta. She didn't know the others, but some of them certainly drew her attention: the small smiling man with the wiry tufts of hair behind his big ears and around the back of his otherwise bald head; the Buddha bellied old black woman with the white Barbi doll on her lap; and the young, long red haired, man with the scabs on his knuckles and elbows, picking at them in turn, one at a time. Victria looked quickly away.
"What do you say we get out of here Cowboy?" Victria said.
Melody nodded and smiled. Victria went to stand, but she was pulled right back down into her seat. Looking down at herself, Victria realized that both she and Melody were perfectly naked, and that they were linked by a gleaming silver chain, a length of three or so feet, which disappeared inside their chests. Victria watched her hand tentatively touch the spot between Melody's breasts where the chain entered. Then, slowly, she reached for her end, grabbed it, tugged, tugged harder, and then let go. Victria then turned quickly around again, to see if the crowd was still present.
They were; and, upon their mutual transfixion, the crowd began to shout and hoot and applaud with delight. Next, they all began to undress, one and all; lab coats, scrubs, robes and pajamas flying. Victria stared in amused disbelief at Peebles chubby sausage of a penis, Powers' lovely breasts and slender hips, Gupta's small, square paunch and the skinny blonde nurse's disproportionately big white but. The Buddha black woman was still getting naked, requiring the assistance of the two big orderlies she'd recalled having restrained her the afternoon before. The scabby man stood by; pulling his scrotum up to cover his little dick while he sucked at a bleeding knuckle on his other hand. The smiling, loony eyed bald guy had no dick, at least not one that was visible because his belly came over it, like the character embossed on the Operation game board.
Victria looked on as they all danced and laughed. She then began to hear the pounding of tribal drums behind the naked undulating crowd of bodies. The great black woman remained seated, her belly jiggling, her breasts plunging then rising like bungee boobs, her head lolling at the top of her fat neck. The ceiling above peeled away to reveal bright blue sky. The bodies began to divide and pair up. Couples and trios pressed against each other, sweating with their effort, excreting the necessary slip for amorous friction. Then, as the crowd grew silent with their focused ecstasy, the drums grew louder.
Victria crawled from her chair. Melody followed. They found an empty bed and hopped on. They too kissed for a time, a very long time; hands roving, mouths to breasts. Victria wanted badly to taste Melody's sex, but the silver chain seemed to have shortened. Still, there was the kissing, and Victria had longed for it, and therefore continued to indulge in each glorious new taste of Melody's luscious mouth. They glanced back at the moving, rocking mass of flesh around them. The bald man, eyes closed, chin up and drooling mouth agape, was doing Nurse Big Butt in her ass. Powers was getting eaten by Peebles and Gumpta was fucking the detective in her mouth. The scab man had found himself one of the big orderlies to suck his little pencil prick. The men moaned and grunted. The woman swooned, whimpered and howled. The calls of Exotic birds and the staccato chatter of little monkeys cut through the air.
Victria looked again and saw a lush green forest growing out from the walls. Some of the coital couples turned to rough stone while great ropes of leafy vines wrapped themselves around the writhing bodies. Next, Victria watched the stretch of shining linoleum floor before them disintegrate into the smooth black glass of a jungle river while the bed beneath her and Melody shifted its shape, which caused a very unusual yet welcome feeling in her nethers, as it morphed into a great lily pad, its petals succulently soft, moist, firm and giving.
With excitement in their hearts and joyous smiles on their lips, Victria and Melody drove their arms into the black water, sending their great lily pad forward. The jungle spread out before them, tall and lush. The air was palpable with moisture and with the lovely calls of brightly plumed birds, long tailed monkeys and hidden myriad insects. Victria looked behind, and then ahead; nothing but jungle and river as far as she could see. So they traveled, meandered along and slowly wound their way up river.
It seemed to Victria that it was the peak of the day, the sun high in the sky, burning off the morning's moisture. It was then that she'd let their petaled vessel drift to a stretch of river bank; where she'd spotted a long, perhaps an inch and a half thick, length of fallen branch. Victria withdrew the pole from its place along the river bank, and then used it to push back off into the middle of the river. She and Melody laughed together like children as Victria tried to maintain some kind of footing on their floating flower. But, it was to no avail, and so Victria and Melody crawled around each other until the most optimal position for sitting comfortably and rowing was assumed.
Victria sat crossed legged at the center rear of their lily pad while Melody lay beneath, her head cradled in the other's lap. As such, Victria rowed on, strong shoulders and arms pushing, raising the pole across the feathery bow of their vessel and then pushing their languid forward momentum from the other side. Meanwhile, Melody dozed, a content smile on her lips; opening her eyes with lazy intermittence to look up at her domme lover's breasts, the gleaming length of chain that dangled between them, the tall trees and the blue skies above them.
