[Part 4 of a 5-part story.]
A few weeks into my captivity it seemed like everyone was feeling good. I gotta admit I was kind of getting used to being surrounded by five naked, beautiful women all day and night. Sometimes, it was more like being at a nude beach or something, just bodies and skin. Then I'd notice a very nicely bouncing breast, a stiff nipple, a cute little jiggle in a butt cheek, the perfect curve of a hip, and it would set me off. My dick would get hard again.
The girls got somewhat used to having a naked man around too. It mostly wasn't too different than if I'd been wearing clothes. And then maybe I'd catch one looking at my dick, just her eyes straying to check me out, and I'd be off again. I guess you could say my dick was enjoying all the extra attention.
Of course I did swim out to the wall around our enclosure and take a look for myself. I broke off a piece of a bush and threw it at the black gap high up on the wall to see that it was, in fact, solid. I stared at the dome above us and looked around trying to figure out how the air was recirculated, the water filtered, the heat kept constant. I examined the door in the rock where our food bowls appeared. But I didn't see anything the girls had missed. I couldn't find any clues about our captors or see any way we might make our escape.
And even if we did escape our enclosure, what would be out there? If we really were on another planet, there could be things in that planet's environment that might kill us instantly. Or if we were in some kind of zoo, what good would it do to escape into a society where it seemed extremely likely we would only be captured again in short order? But still we had to try, and we all agreed that we would try, if we found a way, if we thought of a plan.
The sex slowed down a little after the first few days, but somewhat to my surprise, it was only a little. I had some kind of sex, with someone, at least twice every day, and sometimes three or even four times. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of keeping things equal and not playing favorites.
But I'm only human. I did have feelings, even though I tried to keep them to myself. I really liked Kris. She was kind of like the popular girl in high school that all the guys want, but could never get. Not like my personal high school crush, exactly (Kris didn't look anything like Amy Waleski) but that was definitely her general type. And here, with no competition, I finally got the popular girl. The crazy thing was she made me feel like I could have had her no matter where we were.
I really liked Kari too, and the more I got to know her, the more I liked her. She was smart. She had layers. I never knew exactly what to expect, but nine times out of ten it seemed like I was going to be at least a little bit surprised and delighted. She got sexier the more I got to know about her. She seemed like the girl who could probably have whatever she wanted, if she ever decided exactly what that was, and also like she might never, ever decide. But in this place, and at this time, she kind of wanted me, and I more than kind of wanted her.
Elena had a rare beauty. She could have been a pageant queen, or a major porn star, or even both. I had never known anyone so completely comfortable with their sexuality. I didn't dislike her at all, she was just very different from me. She was all feeling and emotion. It's not just that she wasn't an analytical person, it's that she didn't have any patience for analysis. She was all impulse and of the moment. But when you were with her in the moment she could be completely charming, and if you and she shared a moment sexually she could totally knock your socks off.
Jade had fantastic tits, I mean almost certainly the best set out of the bunch. They were nicely sized and held their shape almost miraculously--and they were all natural. When it came to sex, she liked it rough and she liked it raw. If I was in that kind of mood, then that was great. But I wasn't always in that kind of mood. None of us were happy all the time, but Jade was probably in a negative mood the most often. Maybe she just saw the reality of our situation more clearly and had trouble getting past it. She and I got along, but we didn't "click."
Syd was kind of like my bud. She was almost like one of the guys, even though there weren't any other guys around. I felt like we understood each other. Our relationship could probably be best described as "friends with benefits." She and I could have sex and I didn't have to give a second thought to worrying about any emotions from her, or from me. It was just for fun.
Syd really had taken it upon herself to be the group leader, and she was constantly sacrificing herself to maintain harmony. In a way, as the oldest and most experienced, I could have taken on more of a leadership role. And I kind of did in some ways, but it was in partnership with Syd. I respected the hell out of her. She was the leader before I got there. She was doing a great job. For me to try and lead all these younger women would probably be too patriarchal. Without Syd I could easily see how all our relationships could break down into conflicts and petty squabbles.
Since I was also fucking her, it seemed kind of funny to think this, but it also occurred to me that if I'd had a daughter--and I certainly could have had one who would be about Syd's age--I couldn't be prouder than if she'd turned out like Syd. In fact, I thought so highly of Syd, that I even decided to confess a few of my private doubts and feelings.
Syd was, not uncharacteristically, totally straight with me. "We can all see that Kris likes you, and that you like her. Kris might be the only one that's not sure about it, because you're also fucking other girls. But you've gotta keep playing it the way you've been so far, trying not to play favorites."
"Damn. I wasn't sure it was that obvious."
"Jesus, Ben. How old are you? Women know. But what good would it do anyway, to do anything that blew it all into the open? We're trapped here and it doesn't seem like anything's going to change any time soon. Maybe if we got out of here, maybe then you could do something about it, but for now, feelings or no, it's better to keep it all under wraps, at least under that level of surface deniability."
"And Kari?"
"Yeah, what is it with you, Dude? Can't you make up your mind?" She was teasing me. "Kari understands completely what is going on. She knows you and Kris are attracted to each other, and she knows she and you are too. And she also knows nothing good could come out of changing anything up right now. She can handle it. And hopefully you can too. You better handle it. If you can't, she might even lose respect for you."
"Do you think the other girls can see it with Kari and I, the way they can with Kris?"
"Not as clearly, that's for sure. Kari's harder to read, and she presents a little bit of a different front to each of us. They might suspect. I suspected. But I don't think they 'know.' Kris is more of a threat to all of them. They're all jealous of Kris. Kris is the kind of girl they lose a guy to, and the kind of girl they can never be."
"Thank you, Syd. You really are great for this group. I don't know what they'd do without you, or what I'd do without you."
"Well don't speak too soon. You haven't heard my idea for what I think we should try next."
"Oh." I laughed. "What's that?"
"I've been thinking about what Jade suggested, how we should 'torture' you, and by that I mean no girl does anything with you sexually, then we see how long you can hold out."
"Oh great!" She could tell I was being sarcastic.
"No, I think it will help to sort of re-bond us girls. But I wanted to run it by you first, because you have to promise me you won't cheat. I like to think nobody would, but if one of them tried to do something with you on the side, I want your word, just between you and me, that you won't allow it. What do you think?"
"I can see the appeal, but how long do you think we might be talking about here?"
"Oh, not more than a month or so." She waited for my response. I didn't give her one, so she broke. "I tease! Seriously, probably not more than a few days. Really, you can control it. If one of the girls tries to cheat with you, just make sure you make enough noise about it that we can all join in. Or, if that doesn't happen, but you just feel like you've had enough, then you admit defeat and jack off in front of all of us, kind of like a little show."
"Okay. That's a deal. I can see where that could be kind of fun, and change up the dynamic a bit too. When do we start this?"
"I'll put it out there tonight after dinner."
