Chapter Sixteen: Slumber Party

Hannah preceded our collection of women into the warmth of her home, stripping off her gear as she entered. She was greeted with "blurry" from a streak of calico, as Baby darted out to scold her mistress. When Cathleen entered a few minutes later, our Pixie was deserted when Baby leapt to greet her new friend. The small cat seemed to know that she was needed and made a point of making the rounds to visit each new arrival. That seemed to break the ice, and our charges explored the house, laughing and talking.

The thermostat had been set at a day-time temperature, so the house was warm. Our charges began shedding clothes until the scenery resembled a teen-style, weekend slumber party. Let me become a chauvinist pig for a minute - there was hot and cold running pussy everywhere I looked. There were short women, tall women, blonde women, dark women, a pale woman, a black woman, an Indian, and a Native American. They ranged from very attractive to stunningly beautiful - that would be our Pixie. I wasn't about to touch, but I sure enjoyed looking.

We had bras, camisoles, sports bras and topless. There were thongs, boy cut, lace, and see-through panties. Rachel came up behind me, stuck her tongue in my ear, and then whispered, "Isn't this wonderful. They trust us. Trust YOU! I can't believe the difference."

Early on, Carole broke the ice by inserting herself under my arm and declaring, "I'm definitely not ready for sex yet, but I need hugs, kisses, gentle touches. You are my hero, so you are elected." She kissed me lightly on the lips, hugged me, and slipped away.

Over the next few hours, each of the entourage approached me to let me know that touching, kisses, and/or 'brotherly affection' was welcome, even highly desired. I made the rounds and hugged, kissed, and even patted a few butts.

The ladies all knew each other from their days confined together. There had been little else to do but talk between rapes. I picked up a few names, but thought it best to treat them all as if we had known each other for years. It seemed to work out.

For the rest of the day, they - we - played games. watched movies, ate, listened to music, sang, ate, and even snuggled. Sometimes with me, other times with each other. There was laughter, giggles, and sometimes tears, but relief and happiness were the prevailing moods.

The first night, my ladies and I crawled off to our bedroom and assembled our usual naked pile, Hannah on top of me, and the other two draped over each side. Close to drifting off, we heard the door open and a whispered, "May we cuddle with you?" Rachel lifted the covers and a body sipped in next to her while another rounded the bed to slip in next to Cathleen. Six people in one king bed!

I was quite warm when I woke in the morning. Hannah hadn't moved, and it appeared that no one else had either. It was quite a feat leaving the bed to take care of business without disturbing the others.

While pulling on my jeans, I noticed that Rachel's sidekick was Carole and Cathleen's was a young Native American named Naomi Windsong. Naomi was spooned up to Cathleen and was cupping her breast. One of her own was visible as a tan, cupcake-sized treasure.

After my trip to the bathroom, I headed for the kitchen where I found two early risers, still in bra and panties, making coffee and boiling water for tea. I nodded to them, wished them a good morning, and asked, "Please forgive me, but I can't make your names come to mind. I want to know you, so if you don't mind, refresh my memory and also tell me a little about yourselves."

The dusky woman spoke first. "I'm Yasmin, and I was traveling to the Black Hills with a friend when the bad men took me and killed my companion. I teach second grade in a school just south of Milwaukee. My father and mother came from India to work for a pharmaceutical company north of Chicago, and I was born shortly after they arrived. Thank you for my rescue and the way you have protected us."

The white blonde introduced herself. "My name is Amanda Hirsch, and I was a farm wife just south of here. I say 'was' because my husband was killed defending me and our two children from those criminals. They took me prisoner and killed my two little girls."

Tears rolled down each cheek, so I gathered her into a tight hug. She clung to me, sobbing for a while, then gently pushed away. "I'm not sure what I want to do now. My parents are both dead, and I have nothing and no one to keep me around here."

The coffee was ready for me and Amanda, and Yasmin brewed herself tea with the boiling water. We sat together in silence, sipping our morning brews, until another voice announced the entry of a lovely black vision wearing boy cut panties and nothing else. "Morning', ya'll." came with a deep southern accent. "I could sure use some of that liquid wake-me-up."

"Please help yourself," answered Amanda, "Cream and sweetener are on the counter and on the other side of the coffee pot. We were just refreshing Michael on our names and telling him a little about ourselves."

"I can do that," said the statuesque woman. "My name is Daniela Noel Boone - hell of a name for a darkie from Macon, Georgia." She laughed and continued, "My daddy was a big history buff and a jokester. He slipped my name on the birth certificate while Mom was still recovering. Coulda been worse. I'd hate to be Davida Crockett. Please call me Danni.

"I'm an unemployed CPA and management consultant and was on my meandering way to Seattle to look for a new job. Those jackasses intercepted me before I could even see the Bad Lands and Mount Rushmore."

Next to make an appearance were two youngsters, holding hands and dressed in camisoles and panties. We welcomed them, made sure they had large glasses of orange juice, and had them introduce themselves to me. The auburn haired girl spoke first. "I'm Patricia and this is my older sister Carley. We're now orphans, and all we have is each other," she sniffled.

The older, strawberry blonde joined in. "We were on vacation. Mom had cancer, and we wanted to see as many sights as we could before she got too bad. Those horrible men killed her and dad, then raped us. Patricia isn't even old enough to have a CAP card!"

Though this story was not new to the other former captives, the women surrounded them and enfolded them in a group hug.

As the hug broke up, my puppy pile trooped in like a summer storm sweeping across the plains. Their happy laughter was infectious. A new pot of coffee was just ready, so there was no waiting. We took the time to bring my ladies up to speed, then I looked at their new bedmates.

Carole started. "I think you remember that my name is Carole. I own and run a pre-school and day care center in Valentine. I'm divorced, and I hope my two kids are safe in Valentine with my sister. Peter is twelve and Valerie is thirteen. In addition to my degree in secondary education, I have certificates in music and computer science. I can shoot!"

She sure as Hell could! You betcha.

My ladies gently guided their Native American to the front. "Hi. I'm Naomi Windsong. I'm Lakota, and just before I was captured, I received a message that my folks were picked up. I wanted to become a social worker to help my people. I guess that won't happen now." She clung to Cathleen and Hannah.

Our little gathering was almost complete with the arrival of a classic buxom blonde German stereotype, clad only in frilly boy shorts. She made straight for the coffee, poured, and took a long sip before greeting her fellows. "Good morning. Anyone seen Birdie? She was up before me, and I thought she was headed here for coffee."

"I'm right behind you," came another voice, as a tall, similarly clad beauty entered the room, Baby cuddled to her chest. "I was waylaid by this nefarious creature and forced to worship her."

Baby looked smug and happy.

I encouraged the two new arrivals to reacquaint me with their names and give me a brief background summary.

The blonde started, "My name is Wilhelma Schwartz - call me 'Billie.' I was mistakenly named after a freaking palace in Germany - the 'rents meant to name me Wilhelmina. Birdie and I were roomies at the J. B. Speed School of Engineering in Louisville, Kentucky. It is part of the University of Louisville, and formerly known as the Speed Scientific School. It has five-year masters degrees - mine is in computer engineering and computer science and Birdie's is in mechanical engineering." She ran out of breath and gasped.

"We're both nerds!" they chimed together, clearly not for the first time.

They grinned, and Birdie continued, "I'm Birdie Williams. Mom was a ditz and a big fan of 'Bye, Bye, Birdie.' Who knows why she made a last name into my first name. At least she didn't name me 'Conrad.' Billie and I bummed around after we graduated last spring. We wanted to see the Black Hills and Yellowstone in the winter. That's a pipe dream now." She looked sad.

Detailed introductions over, I broached a new subject. "Ladies, it is obvious that we live in a new world with new rules. My partner wives and I extended our protection to you as long as you are with us, but now I need to know if any of you have a CAP that makes you eligible to become a sponsor." Some looked wary. "Let me put your minds at ease. Between the four of us, we can sponsor ten companions. We aren't looking for a ride out, we just need to know what we are dealing with."

Relief evident, they began to speak out. Interesting, all were 5.8 or above, and some were in the low sixes. Carole was closest to a sponsor level score with a 6.4.

"Okay, here's the deal for you to consider. We are not yet prepared to offer you a slot in a pre-pack, but we want to consider you and want you to consider us. You are all survivors and deserve another chance. Our protection goes until you decide to leave us, or until we leave Earth without you. That means no one touches you without your permission. We assume full responsibility for that if you go with us. Think about that until the time comes for all of us to decide."

That night, my ladies and I had different cuddlers in our bed. Trust is a wonderful feeling.

We spent the rest of that day as the day before, then we spent a day preparing for departure for Valentine. There was plenty of time. Those of us familiar with weapons showed the others how to safely clean, load, and carry their newly acquired security. I hoped they would not need them, as the guidance and instruction on aiming and firing was minimal. I stressed again the reason for them not to shoot unless they were in dire straits.

Unnecessarily, Cathleen worried about her new four-footed friend. Hannah brought out a sling that allowed Baby to ride snug under her coat. It was agreed that the two would alternate giving Baby a ride.