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17 Hanging Out
Wet
They’ve gone,” said
Sawatis. Must have moved off
during the night.”
“I don’t suppose you have any idea where they went?” said
Lemaire.
“As a matter fact I do. They
went up the ridge next to their camp.
After that I’m not sure.
Murderous bastards too.”
“Why do you say that?” chimed in Ayashe.
They left one of their wounded behind.
He froze to death during the
night. Couldn’t look after
himself and they didn’t leave him any extra blankets or even make him
a shelter. Just left him lying
in the snow.”
“I suppose we better be after them,” said
Lemaire. “No telling what
they might do to Larra and
Melissa.”
“Right. They’ve got
a several hour head start. But
I reckon the dogs will enable us to catch them in a short
time. Hitch ‘em up little
one.”
“Will do.” Ayashe ran
to get the dogs into harness. After
the shootout yesterday both men had changed their attitudes toward
her. Where before they had been
reserved and even hostile, they now seemed to accept her as one of the
team. Full of high spirits she
slipped the harness onto the lead dog.
“How are we going to cross this?” asked
Melissa. Before her and Larra
stretched an underground lake which stretched away into the
darkness. Even the light of the
flashlight could not reach the other side.
“I don’t think it’s deep.
We can probably wade across.”
“What if there’s something in there?”
“Like what, some deep earth cave
monster? I think you’ve
been reading too much pulp science fiction.”
Melissa frowned. “I never
read…” Then she saw
Larra’s smile. She grinned
back. “I guess it’s
safe,” she said, “but the water looks
cold. If we have to wade far
we’re going to be pretty miserable.”
“Our only other choice is to go back, and Featherstone could be right
behind us. We’ll take off
our clothing and hold it over our heads to keep it
dry.”
“Hope you’re right,” Melissa replied.
Larra seemed to be her old
self. Melissa knew that her body
must still be covered with bruises, but she seemed in much better spirits
and moved with her old grace and power.
The sleep seemed to have done her wonders.
How long they had slept neither woman could
tell. Featherstone’s men
had taken their watches and there was no way of determining the passage of
time in the darkness. They could
have been asleep for a few hours or a full
day. After what they had been
through, the latter seemed more likely.
When they had awakened they had eaten the last of the chocolate and beef
jerky and taken a deep drink from the
pool. Then they had continued
their journey in the dark.
Their eyes had adjusted to the faint luminous glow in the
caves. Where before it had been
almost unnoticeable, it now provided adequate light for them to put away
the flashlight and save it for
emergencies.
Larra was already removing her clothing.
With a sigh Melissa followed suit. She seemed to be spending a lot
of time naked on this adventure, most of it in most unpleasant
circumstances. As Larra removed
her clothes, Melissa marveled that she was even able to
move. Large purple bruises still
covered a large part of her anatomy, although she was much improved over
what she had been two days ago when most of the bruises were black in colour.
Larra finished undressing and tied her clothing into a tight
bundle. Then placing it on her
head in much the same style as pictures Melissa had seen of African and Asian
women carrying loads on their heads, she stepped into the
water. She moved slowly, feeling
her way with her feet. Melissa
stepped in behind her, holding her clothing in the same
way.
Not surprisingly, the water was cold, but not cold enough to be disabling,
and for the first couple of minutes it barely covered their
ankles. Then, it began to
deepen. The change in depth was
not alarming at first, as it was so
gradual. But slowly but surely
the water level rose on their bodies.
First to their knees, then their thighs, and finally to their
waists. Melissa began to be
concerned. She was getting colder
and colder. The water seemed
to leach the heat from her body.
The only good thing was that the bottom of the lake was hard and
solid. If they had been walking
in muck it would have been almost impossible.
“Are you sure this is wise?” asked Melissa, her teeth
chattering.
“No, but if this is the correct route, then it must be possible to cross
this lake. If it reaches a depth
higher than our heads, we may have to reconsider.”
With a few minutes, Melissa felt the water lapping against her
breasts. It seemed colder than
ever now, and she was shaking almost
uncontrollably. She knew that
it must be affecting Larra in the same way, but the adventuress never complained
but kept on pushing her way through the deepening
water.
By now it was up to Melissa’s chin, which meant that it must be almost
touching Larra’s mouth, but she never slackened her
pace. Melissa was just about
to suggest that it was time to turn back, when suddenly she realized that
the water was only neck deep again.
Had they passed the deepest part of the
lake? She hoped
so. She was sure that she had
never felt so cold, not even when she was lost in the
barrens. She determined that
the next time Larra went on an expedition, she would request that it be held
in the tropics.
It turned out that they had passed the deepest part of the
lake. The water gradually became
more and more shallow, and as it did both women quickened their pace, anxious
to be out of the cold water as quickly as
possible.
Reaching the shore, both Larra and Melissa threw down their
bundles. Larra began to rub her
limbs energetically, trying to restore some
feeling. Although she had not
complained, the cold of the lake had caused her entire body to become numb
with cold. Melissa was even worse
off, and shook uncontrollably.
Fearing that the girl might be suffering from hypothermia, Larra untied
her bundle of clothing, and laying her coat on the ground created a crude
bed. Then she pulled Melissa
onto it and covered both of them with Melissa’s
coat. To provide further warmth,
she cuddled up to the girl and wrapped her arms about
her.
Melissa could not seem to get warm.
She curled up in a ball and wrapped her arms about
herself. Seeing this, Larra began
to rub Melissa’s back, arms and shoulders
vigorously. After a few minutes
of this, Melissa began to get some feeling back in her upper
body. Then Larra transferred
her massage down to Melissa’s hips and
thighs. Slowly, Melissa felt
a tingle of warmth moving through her
body. She stopped her shivering,
and cuddled up to Larra. And
in this position, both women drifted off to sleep.
“Well, so much for the dogs,” said
Lemaire. He was looking at the
cave entrance. It was obvious
that this is where Featherstone had gone, and where they would have to go
in order to catch up with him.
“How far back to you think it goes?”
“Could go all the way to
“Right,” agreed Lemaire, looking
at Ayashe. “I’ll give
you fifteen minutes.”
A quarter hour later, Lemaire pointed his rifle at the cave
entrance. He could hear something
moving. It could be Sawatis or
someone else. With a sigh of
relief he saw the Mohawk exit the cave.
“What did you find?”
“The cave seems to go on forever.
We’ll have to take packs and
follow. But the girl can’t
come.” Sawatis looked at
Ayashe. “End of the line
for you, little one. Someone
has to stay behind and look after the
dogs. Wait here two
days. If we are not back by then
head back to
Ayashe did not argue. She knew
that the dogs could not be left behind.
They needed her to feed them, and they could not simply be turned
loose. Turning, she walked back
to the sled with the two men following.
She would set up a camp and wait the two days.
“Now what do we do, boss.?” asked
Stoddard. “This is where
we were before.”
Featherstone and his men were standing in front of the five exit tunnels
from the cathedral-like cavern.
Engles came back from his
inspection. “No boot marks
boss. The stone’s too
hard. No way to tell which tunnel
they took.”
“Alright, then,” said the
Englishman. “We’ll
set up a camp and leave most of our gear
here. There are six of
us. Each of us will take a tunnel
and explore it. If any of us
finds anything he will come back here and report
immediately. We will all meet
back here in twenty four hours in any case, so check your
watches. Don’t go more than
about eight hours into the tunnel otherwise after you’ve rested you
won’t be back in time.
I’m taking the right hand
tunnel. Engles you come with
me. The rest of you decide among
yourselves which tunnel to take.”
Fifteen minutes later, their gear sorted and with enough supplies to last
a day, the six men entered the tunnels.
Featherstone took the lead in the right hand tunnel, Engles
following. The women couldn’t
be too far ahead, not in the condition they were
in. Sooner or later he would
catch up with them.
Melissa awoke from a deep sleep.
She had been having the most wonderful
dream. In it she had been secure
in the arms of her lover. The
only problem was, she couldn’t remember who the lover
was. She snuggled into
Larra. Then she realized there
were arms around her; Larra’s arms.
She could hear the deep breathing of her companion as she
slept. She had stopped thinking
of Larra as an employer, mainly because Larra had always treated her like
a friend, never an employee.
Melissa wiggled her toes. Her
feet were sticking out into the cool air of the cave and were
cold. The rest of her where Larra
held her was lovely and warm.
Pulling up her knees, she tried to get all of her under the
parka. Behind her, disturbed
by her movement, Larra stirred.
“Is it time to get up?” Larra asked, removing her arm from around
Melissa’s shoulders.
“I hope not,” answered the
girl. “After our dip in
the lake I’m quite comfortable to stay here.”
“Me too,” said Larra.
“But we really should move
on. We might have lots of water,
but we have no food.”
“It’s so pleasant lying here that I had almost forgotten about
that,” said Melissa, now conscious of the pangs of hunger in her
middle. She rolled over a little,
so that she was on her back with Larra lying beside
her. “How are your
bruises?”
“Still tender, but better than
yesterday. I think the cold water
walk helped reduce the swelling.”
“Do you want me to put some more ointment on
them?”
“Yes, but just a little. We
should save it for later just in case.”
Reaching out from under the blanket, Melissa snagged Larra’s pack and
pulled it close. The bottle of
ointment was right on top. Without
getting out from under the heavy parka, she opened the bottle and dipped
her fingers into the cream-like ointment.
Larra rolled onto her stomach. She
could reach the bruises on her front
herself. She let Melissa take
care of those on her
back.
Melissa rubbed the ointment in carefully, trying to make sure that she did
not hurt Larra and also trying to conserve the ointment by spreading it
thinly. She started with a
particularly nasty bruise on Larra’s left shoulder and then worked her
way down the rest of her back.
Larra gave a sigh of contentment.
The touch of Melissa’s hand was almost
erotic. Slowly the girl caressed
her back, finally reaching the curve of her
backside. She felt the girl’s
hand sweep over her right buttock and in between her legs to her inner
thigh. “Oh Melissa,”
she crooned, “you don’t know how good that
feels.”
“I hope it helps,” answered the girl, now caressing the inside
of her other thigh. Larra stifled
a groan.
“OK, I’m finished on this side,” said
Melissa. “I have a little
bit left on my fingers. Roll
over and I’ll use it up.”
Rising on her elbows, Larra flipped herself
over. She found Melissa’s
dangling breasts only inches from her face, the nipples erect in the cool
air. Swallowing, Larra closed
her eyes. She was having trouble
controlling herself. Why did
she feel this way? She had never
had any sexual interest in women before.
What was there about Melissa that made her feel this
way? Perhaps it was the terrible
ordeal that they had endured together.
Whatever it was, she had to control herself or she would end up
embarrassing herself and the girl.
She gasped. Melissa had placed
her hand between her thighs again, and was rubbing the cream into her leg
only inches away from her vulva.
God if she touches me there…
Melissa could clearly see Larra’s nude body in the dim glow of the cave
walls. It seemed to her that
the glow was a little brighter than it had been the day before, but that
was probably just her eyes adjusting to the
dark. Even bruised as she was,
Melissa could see that Larra was still very
beautiful. She watched the slow
rise and fall of her breasts, her pink buds partially
erect.
“Why am I looking at her like this?” thought
Melissa. “I’m not a
man. I’m not supposed to
like women.” But even as
the thought flicked through her mind, she felt a strange
longing. She had been through
a lot with this woman. It was
natural that she be drawn to her.
Perhaps it would be better if she stopped touching
her. The act of spreading the
unguent over Larra’s body was causing her to feel very
strange.
She rubbed the ointment into an ugly purple bruise high on Larra’s
thigh. Larra was particularly
badly bruised around her genital area where Featherstone and his mean had
really worked her over. She wondered
if it would be proper to touch her there.
There was still a trace of ointment on her
fingertips. She would just use
up that last little bit and then let Larra do the
rest. Ever so gently, she began
to rub the salve into the area right next to Larra’s mound of
Venus.
Larra groaned and opened her eyes.
She was suddenly very wet.
Melissa seemed unaware of her condition and was dutifully rubbing
in the last of the ointment. Then
Larra caught Melissa’s eyes, and both women knew.
Without a word, Melissa put down the bottle of
ointment. She opened her mouth
to say something and was stopped by Larra’s finger on her
lips. Almost automatically, she
opened her mouth and began to suck on the tips of Larra’s
fingers. Larra’s hand found
the small of Melissa’s back and pulled the girl toward her, taking the
tip of her right breast in her mouth.
“Mmmmm!”
Melissa moaned, without stopping
her sucking of Larra’s fingers.
Larra rolled on her side, allowing Melissa to lie beside
her. Larra’s violet eyes
looked directly into the Melissa’s deep brown
wells. Turning her head she kissed
the girl lightly on the lips.
Melissa returned the kiss, running her fingers slowly over Larra’s soft
curves. Now she knew why men
liked women so much. They were
so yielding and warm. She felt
a heat between her legs, a heat that she knew would normally be quenched
a man. Suddenly, her lips parted
and she found Larra inside her mouth and her own tongue intertwining with
Larra’s.
Both women’s nipples were firmly erect, and the proximity of their bodies
allowed the aroused buds to brush against one
another. The sensation was electric,
and Larra’s fingers instinctively sought Melissa’s firm young
breast. Still kissing the girl,
she squeezed the soft globe gently, and then began to trace slow circles
around the outside of her areola, moving toward the center and then moving
away just as Melissa thought she would touch her swollen
bud. Melissa thought that she
would scream. She arched her
back, begging Larra to touch and fondle her rigid pink
blossom.
Larra felt the girl’s body curve against
hers. How incredibly strong and
beautiful she was. Still stimulating
Melissa’s breast one hand she ran her other over her smooth
musculature. Beneath the velvet
skin, she could feel Melissa’s muscles ripple as she twisted her body
in response to Larra’s stimulus.
Melissa could not help the way her hand went to Larra’s breast; the
touch of Larra’s fingers on hers was driving her
wild. Without thinking, she rolled
onto her back and her legs parted as they would have for a
man. And almost like a man Larra
slid her thigh between them.
Breaking away from the prolonged kiss, Melissa’s mouth sought
the tip of Larra’s left breast.
The sensation of the warm teat in her mouth almost drove her crazy
and she had to resist the urge to bite down hard on the tender pink
petal. Instead, she sucked hard,
and felt Larra’s body press hard against hers as her body arced in
passionate response.
Larra whimpered in excitement. She
was experiencing feelings that she had only encountered in the most fervent
of encounters with her male lovers.
Melissa’s tongue swirled around her nipple and she almost cried
out, digging her fingers tightly into the girl’s supple
back. Arching her back
still further, she pressed with her thigh against the apex of Melissa’s
legs, and began to move her leg back and
forth.
“Ohhh!” Melissa cried out, releasing Larra’s nipple,
as the pressure of Larra’s thigh against her genitals sent an incredible
wave of pleasure through the girl.
She then reciprocated, pushing her own thigh against Larra’s
love triangle.
“Aahh!”
Larra’s gasp showed
that she was equally aroused. Each
woman gripped the other’s back, pulling her as close as possible as
they continued to excite one another with the movement of their slender
thighs.
They kissed again, their mouths locked in carnal exploration, tongues sliding
across perfect teeth and intertwining in some mad oral
orgy.
Larra’s nails scraped across the fair skin
of Melissa’s arched back, and she had to close her hands into
fists for fear of accidentally hurting the
girl.
Melissa was hurting Larra. In
her sexual abandon she clutched at her lover, digging her fingers into
Larra’s bruised flesh, but caught up in her sexual fervor, Larra did
not notice or even feel the pain.
The parka slipped off their heaving
bodies. By now both women were
coated in a fine sheen of sweat and beads of perspiration dripped down their
faces as they sought one another in passionate release.
Larra mounted Melissa’s thigh as if she was trying to ride a horse,
and moved her aching vulva back and forth, moaning in desire as she did
so. Melissa’s hands closed
over Larra’s smooth derriere and pulled the gasping adventuress hard
into her, reciprocating the action.
For several minutes each woman used the body of the other as an agent
of sexual liberation. By now
both women were dripping wet, and the harder they ground into one another
the better lubricated they became.
Each woman sought to forget the horrors of the last few days in the warmth
and passion of one another’s arms.
For a brief interval, the worries of the world disappeared and they
were lost in the wonder of mutual love and
affection. Battered as she was,
Larra felt a renewed strength flow through her as she made love to the young
girl she had come to regard as a friend and now a
lover. Melissa found that the
painful memories of the loss of her virginity disappeared into the back of
her mind, as she discovered for the first time the true meaning of love and
desire.
Lost in the moment, both women ignored the passage of
time. All that mattered was each
other, and the sexual tumult developing within each of
them. Melissa felt a fierce passion
building within her. It was like
water rising behind a dam and then finally overflowing in an uncontrolled
outburst. With a wild cry, her
entire body heaved as she exploded in a powerful
orgasm.
But Larra was not yet finished with her
protégé. As
Melissa’s body convulsed, she released her hold on the girl and slipped
between her legs. There she found
the engorged lips of Melissa’s
vulva.
Larra’s tongue parted them and grasping the girl’s thighs,
she probed as deeply into the girl’s love tunnel as the length of her
tongue would allow. Melissa screamed
in unbridled passion and her vaginal muscles contracted
again. And then Larra’s
tongue caressed her tiny hard clitoris.
Melissa’s shrieks of pleasure echoed through he
caverns. Without thinking, she
clamped her thighs on either side of Larra’s head, almost suffocating
her. With difficulty, Larra
extricated herself from the trap she had gotten herself into, and separating
herself from the embarrassed girl, sat back grinning.
For almost a minute, Melissa could do no more than pant, her magnificent
chest heaving from exertion and passion.
Then recovering, she grinned in
return. “Think that’s
funny do you?” she asked
playfully. Well, now it’s
your turn.” Before Larra
could avoid her, she grabbed hold of both her legs, forcing them
apart. Her strength was
surprising. Before Larra knew
what was happening, Melissa was between her legs, her tongue lapping at the
opening to Larra’s jewel box.
Larra moaned as the girl’s pliant tongue entered
her. Arching her back, she placed
her hands beneath her buttocks, allowing Melissa easier
access. Then she moaned even
more loudly as Melissa’s tongue moved within her, raising her to greater
heights of excitement. Despite
her lack of experience, it did not take Melissa long to find out what Larra
liked. Within a minute her tongue
was flicking repeatedly over her mentor’s engorged
clit.
Larra began to pant heavily. She
could feel the orgasm building within her, but she held back, seeking to
prolong the pleasure. But Melissa
had found her weakness. She screamed
as her vaginal walls clenched and screamed even louder when Melissa held
onto her, forcing her to climax again and then
again. At the end, only total
exhaustion brought her any relief.
Larra simply lay gasping, unable to move, in spite of Melissa’s
best efforts to stimulate her.
As she lay there, a grinning Melissa climbed on top of
her. “Revenge!” the
girl exclaimed.
With a laugh Larra pulled Melissa to her.
“Now I need another sleep,” she
said. “I’m too tired
to do anything else.”
“Me too,” said Melissa, caressing Larra’s
back. “Me
too.”
They pulled the parka back over themselves, and folding their arms about
each other lay their heads down. A
few minutes later Larra’s deep breathing showed that she was
asleep. Melissa listened to the
sounds of her friend as she slept.
She closed her eyes, but found that she was too excited to
sleep. She sat up on one elbow
and gazed at Larra’s peaceful face in the dim light of the
cave. “Why not?” she
thought. A few minutes later,
Larra’s surprised giggle showed that Melissa’s tickling had gotten
the desired response. A few minutes
after that the heavy breathing of both women showed that they had found something
even more interesting to do.
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