A World Away, part 9 (mF, Fdom, scfi, timetr) by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com) Summary: Entering civilization… ARRIVING AT THE CITY OF THE WET ROCK For the first time since I’d been in this place, I found myself walking uphill: noticeably uphill. The scenery was much the same as I’d become accustomed to: a pathway through a fairly dense and decidedly ancient forest marked by a line of basketball sized rocks. After about half an hour of steadily rising grades, my feet were beginning to hurt; although that was likely a function of the fact that there was some water in my boots, and I wasn’t wearing socks… Suddenly, directly in front of us, seemingly in the middle of the path was the trunk of a very large tree. And I do mean VERY large: the trunk was easily fifteen feet in diameter! Having never seen such a large tree trunk in my entire life, I was shocked to say the least; and yet, Mre-vha and Krum-veh simply guided me around the right of the enormous tree trunk as if it was an everyday sight. We walked perhaps forty feet further and the brown dirt which was under our feet quickly began to turn to turn to a compacted mixture of small rocks and dirt. After another dozen paces the dirt seemed to disappear completely, and the rocks began getting bigger. Then the compacted rocks turned to a massive slab of bedrock and we were presented with what I could only describe as a stone ladder carved into a wall of solid rock in front of us. It was steep, and I do mean STEEP: it made the stone staircase into the base of the temple feel like a wheelchair ramp. The steps alternated sides (left foot could only go on the left step, right foot could only go on the right step) and as a result of that layout moving a foot from one step to the next (left foot from one left step to the next left step) required moving one’s foot up over two feet vertically, while only moving forward about seven or eight inches. As function of how steep those steps were, the three of us practically had to help each other up the steps. Counting each time I lifted my left foot, I noted a full twelve steps; and considering their height, we had gone up a vertical distance which must have been about twenty-six feet. Once at the top, we were still on solid rock, and crammed into a narrow space. With rock walls on both sides and a fairly flat floor which was all of about two feet wide, I could only describe the space as a miniature canyon. Due to the small dimension of the space between the canyon walls we walked in single file, thankfully the canyon wasn’t particularly long, perhaps twenty feet; had it been longer I know I would have begun to feel claustrophobic in there. We were still on solid rock when we emerged from the miniature canyon, but talk about a completely different place than the canyon we’d just been in. It was almost like a stage: the ground dropped off to form cliffs directly in front of us and to our left, to our right the rock dropped away in an almost ramp-like fashion. Getting more of my attention than the precipitous drops on the left and in front of us was the view: we were looking over the tops of the trees in a densely forested valley! Unfortunately, I got very little time to enjoy that view because we were soon making our way down the ramp-like path and began to once again enter a world of leaves, branches and large tree-trunks. Now instead of being crammed between two rock walls, we had a rock wall to our right and a significant drop to our left. After walking down-hill along that nearly straight ramp-like path for what felt like about twenty minutes, the path doubled-back on itself. Following the path; we made a hard (perhaps 150-degree) left turn, and continued down-hill: the situation changing to a steep up-hill to our left and drop-off to our right… All in all, we made a total of eight hard-turns before encountering an area where the ground didn’t drop-off on one side or the other; and where the ground was, once again, dirt. My feet would have been hurting from the walk alone. The fact that most of the last two hours we were on solid rock certainly didn’t help; but the thing that was really causing me pain was the fact that there seemed to be something in my right boot. Seeing a fallen tree, I paused and gestured to Mre-vha and Krum-veh before sitting down. Thankfully they didn’t insist we go on immediately. I undid the laces on my right boot and pulled it off my sore foot. Flipping the boot up-side-down, I watched as a small pebble dropped out. Seeing the pebble fall-out of my boot, elicited a compassionate “ouu…” from Krum-veh. A fraction of a second later Mre-vha was half pointing at herself and saying, “John, vaiz gzrie ousc-iekl grolpq, noluchb grunb.” While there was absolutely no doubt that she was talking to me, I hadn’t heard many of those words before, and yet I was fairly sure she was telling me to let her know if I needed to stop again. So I nodded ‘yes’ as I began rubbing my sore foot. After rubbing my right foot for a couple minutes I turned to my left boot, untying its laces and pulling it off. I flipped it up-side-down and gave it a shake to make sure nothing was in it: thankfully nothing was. Secure in the knowledge that both of my boots were now empty, I took the opportunity to rub my left foot for a few seconds. Leaning forward like that was beginning to make my back a little stiff, so I straightened my upper body and stretched: arching my back as I rolled my shoulders to the rear. As a result of my stretching, my semi-soft dick popped out through the fly of my boxer shorts. Of course if I had been wearing regular pants that wouldn’t have happened, but I wasn’t…and, well whatever… God, if something like that had happened to me at school all the girls would have been pointing at me and laughing; here though, things were different. I was almost immediately reminded of how this place was a world away from my previous life by the extremely casual way Krum-veh reached out and grabbed my semi-soft dick. She rubbed it until it was mostly hard before straddling my lap. Without moving her leather skirt at all she somehow managed to lower her body down over my pubic region in such a way that the tip of my dick was engulfed between the lips of her already moist pussy. In one smooth downward motion she lowered her body further until my entire cock was buried insider her warm wet pussy and she was sitting on my balls. She wrapped her arms around my chest then closed her eyes tightly and began bouncing up-and-down. Krum-veh had been bouncing up-and-down on my lap for a few minutes when I felt the familiar sensation of my butt-cheeks tightening under me. Fully aware that meant I was about to have an orgasm, I took a breath and let happen what was going to happen: my hairy teenage balls drew up under my cock. A fraction of a second later the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my cock. I took a deep breath, exhaling as the first tablespoon-sized spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum spewed out of the little hole on the tip of my cock…spraying deep inside Krum-veh’s pussy. Little more than a second later a second spurt followed the first, followed by a third, and a fourth… Once my orgasm died down after the sixth spurt, Krum-veh casually lifted her body up: my softening dick slipping from her warm wet cum-filled pussy with a suitably erotic slurping sound. She stood, pointed at my boots and flatly said, “Keirge biem owup roiekpt grunb.” I may not have known the words themselves, but I knew what she was telling me and didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved my bare feet back into my boots and tied the laces before getting up off the fallen tree. After pushing my mostly soft dick back into my boxers, the three of us were once again walking along the path through the forest. After another forty minutes of walking, despite the fact that we were still going down-hill, I began to notice things changing around us again. I thought I was hearing the sounds of farm animals floating through the air; I could swear I was hearing the occasional word drifting through the trees… After another few minutes of walking the path turned slightly to the right and merged with another path coming from the left; as it did the path widened a bit, the dirt became much harder and more compacted, and there were narrow wagon (?) wheel tracks. Continuing on for little more than a hundred feet we passed a low stacked-stone retaining wall…and suddenly everything changed. The natural forest was replaced with an orchard! Off to the left, I could make out the silhouettes of people tending trees! And even more surprising than those things, if that had seemed possible, the path was suddenly paved with fairly flat text-book-sized stones! We couldn’t have gone more than fifty feet when we encountered an entirely wood hand-cart filled about two-thirds full of walnuts blocking most of the width of the path. While it did look decidedly primitive, its wheels in particular, it was clearly made by someone who was skilled at building carts because it looked decidedly solid but at the same time not over-built… Just after we stepped around the cart, we encountered the biggest woman I ‘d ever seen in my entire life. She must have been about seven-feet tall and was built like Conan the Barbarian…upon seeing her I think there was a very real chance I could have actually swallowed my Adams apple. Almost as amazing as her size was what she was wearing: a dress made from very worn and very rough brownish leather which looked a bit like a blacksmith’s apron, paired with Ugg-like fur-lined rough-hide boots which were (in terms of style, materials, and construction details) identical to Mre-vha’s. More astonishing than her size and build, if that was possible, was her reaction to seeing me: her mouth immediately fell open, her eyes lit up; and after a couple seconds, once she had regained her composure she had an absolutely huge smile on her face. “Ieum gdroupb….ieum gdroupb…” she began to babble. The huge woman closed her eyes for half a second and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes she eagerly declared, “Yeuge beiveg miersea, maa neirk ouxcsh?” Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mre-vha nod ‘yes’. Not more than a millisecond after seeing Mre-vha nod, the huge woman was grabbing me by my waist. She picked me up, turned us around, and sat me on the edge of the cart. She fished my mostly soft cock out of my boxers with her right hand as she lifted the bottom of her just-above-the-knee length dress up around her hips. Somehow I was both too terrified to be able to move and turned-on enough that my dick was hardening at the same time! HOW THE HELL WAS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? With her feet placed at about twice the width of her very wide muscular shoulders, she stood in front of me and pressed the front of her extremely well-muscled thighs against the side of the hand-cart. She pulled me forward until just my butt-cheeks were on the cart: effectively putting my almost completely hard dick against her pubic mound. She must have risen up on tip-toes as she thrust her hips forward, because suddenly the tip of my dick was nestled between her large pussy lips. Returning her heels to the ground; her body dropped back down and most of my cock was driven into her warm, marginally moist, and surprisingly tight (considering her size) pussy. By rolling her hips around in a circular motion, she was forcing my dick to slide in-and-out of her pussy in a series of slow smooth half-inch long strokes. I took the opportunity of that very slow fucking to look more closely at her face. Much like Mre-vha, she had straight medium brown hair, full lips and a square-ish jaw; unlike Mre-vha, her nose was decidedly delicate… As far as her age; that was likely to be a tough one considering her size and muscle-tone, but if I had to guess I’d have put her at early thirties… Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks: I was having sex with a thirty-something woman! “Holy shit; my friends are gonna be so jealous when I tell them about this…” I began thinking, before very quickly deciding that I would in no way shape or form even begin to mention her size to them. The huge woman must have been rolling her hips around like that for a full ten minutes when the strangest thing happened: my balls drew up under my dick without my butt-cheeks tightening. Before I could even begin to wonder why that had happened, I felt the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. An instant later the first tablespoon-sized spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum spewed out of the little hole on the tip of my cock…spraying deep inside the huge woman’s pussy. Little more than a second later a second spurt followed the first, followed by a third, and a fourth… Smiling at me as my orgasm subsided and my dick began to soften, the large woman lifted her body up and off my deflating dick. She took a step backwards and let the bottom of her rough hide dress fall back into place before lifting me off the hand-cart. Less than a second after my feet hit the ground the huge woman was practically forcing a handful of walnuts into my hands. Once I had taken them, she shoved another handful at Mre-vha. Unlike me, however, Mre-vha seemed to be expecting it since she was holding one of my socks open. The huge woman dumped the walnuts into the sock and went for another handful; Mre-vha, meanwhile tucked that sock into the waistband of her bottoms and pulled out the other sock which was soon filled with more walnuts… Before I could figure out what was going on, Krum-veh had tucked my mostly soft dick back into my boxer shorts and Mre-vha was taking the walnuts from me and putting them into the pockets of my shorts (which were also tucked into the waistband of her bottoms. And so, with a few handfuls of walnuts contained with the clothing Mre-vha had taken from me, which was now hanging from the waistband of her ‘pants’, the three of us continued walking. After taking another two hundred or so steps the orchard gave way to a series of small terraced gardens seemingly carved into the slope of the hill. I may have only recognized half of the plants growing in those gardens, but all of them practically screamed ‘vegetable’ to me. We made a hard left turn: the ground on the right side of the path…perhaps it was more of a road…dropped away over an enclosed area populated by half a dozen goats. Looking across or perhaps more accurately over the goat pen, the view changed: below us, on both banks of a relatively narrow river (perhaps sixty feet across), was a small city. From that distance its stone buildings, obvious pathway along the water’s edge, central tower, and temple (not unlike the one in the forest) reminded me of a number of ancient river towns and villages in Asia that I’d seen on various travel shows… Without stopping to admire the view, we continued following the winding road down towards the river and the city. Entering the small city, I was intrigued by the buildings. Apart from the tower and temple, which stood on what looked like a small island in the middle of the river, the majority of the buildings were very simple and short: probably less than twenty-five feet tall. While the city’s layout seemed almost Asian, the buildings themselves felt more like they belonged in Medieval Europe… They were mostly narrow, two and three story stone structures with small windows; the roofs were steep some covered in wood, others in slate, and some in metal. Wherever this place was, one thing was certain: it was a world away from anything I’d ever encountered or even heard of before… Mre-vha ushered us through the maze-like series of narrow curving streets with such speed and agility that despite all of the other people (were walking, pushing or pulling carts, loading or unloading carts, and the like) we never actually came to a full stop. In spite of our speed and numerous turns, I did my best to take in our surroundings. Some of the buildings appeared to serve only as housing, while others clearly were both shops and housing, and a few clearly served industrial and/or social / cultural functions only. All of the people on the streets were female: all of them had straight (or nearly straight) brown hair, all of them were wearing boots like Mre-vha’s or shoes like Krum-veh’s, and almost all of them were wearing decidedly simple leather dresses or skirts. Then suddenly almost before I noticed the environmental change, we walked into a market. The stone buildings were replaced with simple wood stalls with crude leather / hide canopies over them, and no matter which way we turned there was another woman trying to sell us some sort of unusual / unexpected product: bundles of reeds, some sort of vegetable which looked like a watermelon but had purple skin, something which looked like tree bark, some sort of roots, orange-ish colored crystals, what looked like dried leaves, a number of things which based on their smells had to be herbs, it went on and on. Somehow despite what felt like a hundred hard-sells Mre-vha continued moving us forward without ever coming to a complete stop. Almost as suddenly as we entered the market we stepped out of it, into the comparative tranquility of bustle of people and carts traversing the stone bridge spanning across the river to the island at its center. After the three of us walked across the bridge we arrived into a paved plaza. Both the left and right sides of the plaza were closed off by un-interrupted walls of stone buildings: to the left there was a tower flanked by single-story structures, to the right was a monotonously long single-story structure capped with a wood gazebo-like structure similar tot eh temple where I’d met Krum-veh and Schren-veh. Straight ahead was an opening which appeared to lead to another bridge extending to the other side of the river. Before I could process what I was seeing, Krum-veh turned to the right and was headed towards the long low building under the wood gazebo-like structure. Mre-vha, meanwhile, was pulling me towards a door at the bottom of the tower. Seeing the tower close-up I was more than a little surprised by its size: it must have been about fifty or feet across and from the windows I was seeing had to be six stories tall! Stepping through the fairly wide (nearly four feet) but short door (barely six feet) door we immediately encountered two armed women. Dressed practically identically to Mre-vha (the only difference being that their tops and ‘pants’ were made from were brown and yellow snakeskin whereas Mre-vha’s were black and gray); one had a knife, the other a spear. After nothing more than a look from Mre-vha, thye quickly snapped to attention and stepped aside; letting us pass between them and enter the very tight space behind the door in the base of the tower. After walking a dozen or so feet we encountered a dark narrow winding staircase off to the right side and Mre-vha began leading me up the half-dozen steps to a landing; there we turned into a surprisingly large and yet dark room which was full of people; all of them women. Most were standing; a few at the far end of the room were sitting on benches up on a little raised stage-like platform. Mre-vha ushered me through the crowd towards the stage-like platform. When we stopped moving Mre-vha forced me to my knees. Seeing that both she was also kneeling and had bowed her head forward, I tilted my head forward: clearly we were in the presence of someone very important…royalty perhaps. There was a lot of marginally hushed discussion coming from various directions in the room all at the same time. After several seconds of kneeling with my head bowed down I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Krum-veh was standing on the other side of Mre-vha. “Saa ruc John, aij saa zi BUXZOCX!” Krum-veh declared; silencing the discussions of everyone else in the room for about five seconds. That silence was broken by the thirty-some year old woman who was sitting on a small bench at the very middle of the raised stage-like platform. “Vir-egh coi veh-ra?” she sounded like she was asking a question. “Iayoi,” a raspy voice replied from the back of the room. When I glanced back to see where the voice had come from I noticed that Mre-vha was still kneeling, but no longer had her head bowed down. I took that as I sign that I could raise my head. As I was raising my head, something shiny caught my eye in the somewhat dark and decidedly grayish room. Focusing on the shiny thing I initially wasn’t quite sure what I was looking at. Glancing up a bit it hit me: the shiny thing was a pair of shoes! There was a slightly chubby woman with incredibly creamy skin sitting on the end of one of the benches: her feet were in this pair of polished metal shoes. Shoes that had a decidedly delicate feminine look to them: three strips of metal (each about three-quarters of an inch wide) looped up over her feet from the metal sole, which was bent upwards not unlike the sole of a typical pair of high-heeled shoes, until it got to the very back of the shoe, where it turned down to form a slender (although not particularly stiletto like) high-heel. “Wow” I silently thought to myself, “I never saw a pair of shoes like that before…” Suddenly someone grabbed my crotch which quickly drew my attention away from the woman wearing the metal shoes. Looking down I saw that my manly parts were being held in a boney hand with very wrinkled skin. Without moving my head I glanced to my right to see that there was an elderly woman standing (but bent over) next to me. Judging by her wrinkled skin and white hair (pulled back in a simple pony tail), I’d have been shocked if she was a day under seventy; and yet she was wearing a black leather mini-skirt and a long vest with a series of bones serving as buttons down the front along with a simple black leather dog-collar-like necklace studded with what looked like animal teeth…she was dressed identically to Krum-veh… “Iayoi, saa zi BUXZOCX!” the elderly woman declared as she let go of my crotch. The woman who was sitting on a small bench at the very middle of the raised stage-like platform made a gesture with her hand and suddenly Mre-vha grabbed my arm and was yanking me to my feet. I’d barely managed to acquire some semblance of standing balance when the elderly woman slapped the palms of her hands on both sides of my face just in front of my ears and grabbed and grabbed my hair in her fingers. “Iayoi, buxocx zi miatyu-kierae,” she said in an elated tone before letting go of my hair and holding her hands up as if in prayer. The woman who was clearly in charge, the one sitting in the middle on the stage-like platform clearly said, “Veh-ra,” and made a hand gesture. The elderly woman made her way up on the platform. After she and the queen (?) had a brief a hushed discussion, the elderly woman turned and addressed the room, “John zi buxocx. Jzen vieuxt pivt-saa, faw-saa guizn piatlae.” Once the elderly woman had finished speaking and stepped off the platform, the queen (?) added, “Mre-vha, John biay lunj-zii: pivt-saa vaum zimcsa,” before nodding her head. An instant later Mre-vha grabbed my arm and began pulling me back towards the narrow stairs. We quickly descended the six steps, traversed the narrow entryway; and little more than a minute after we’d entered the tower, we were once again outside in the plaza in front of it. “Miar-griezh zeg-bxui meunl,” Mre-vha began speaking. Then as she began pulling me towards the bridge we’d crossed to get to the island, she half sniffed at me and commented, “John, valr-eipk meunl-psii.” I’d be lying if I knew what she’d said, but she had sniffed at me… Tilting my head down briefly as we walked across the bridge, I took a quick sniff at my right armpit…I was far from sweet-smelling. Yeah…clearly she was telling me I smelled. And that was fair: I hadn’t bathed at all in the entire time I’d been here, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want to; I hadn’t seen a shower or tub…or even soap for that matter… Returning to the main-land, we skirted the up-river edge of the market before Mre-vha pulled me through a pair of large wide-open doors in the middle of a window-less two-story high stone wall. We weren’t more than four feet past the large doorway when I nearly had a heart-attack as we were greeted by a most unusual creature *. Standing upright with two arms and two legs it looked marginally human. It was wearing clothing: a loincloth-like thing which seemed to be made from seven inch wide by twelve inch long oval leaf hanging down in front of the general crotch region from a single long strip of leather tied in a simple knot over the right hip. This one very minimal piece of clothing only served to accentuate the creature’s overly slight build with very thin practically shapeless arms and legs, it’s pale gray-ish skin tone, and the two extremely small purple nipples on its decidedly un-defined chest. Then there was its head which seemed stranger still: the hair on the top of its overly-inflated round-balloon-shaped head was black with a bluish tinge, very round and huge black eyes, an almost non-existent nose, a very small mouth with extremely thin purple lips. Even stranger, if that was possible, it seems more shocked by my appearance than I was by its… The creature held out a bucket in front of Mre-vha, who gave it a few-seconds long glaring look before beginning to remove her top. Once her top was off, Mre-vha dropped it in the bucket. She pulled the pendant over her head and put it in the bucket, then removed the leather scabbard from her right thigh and into the bucket it (along with the large knife it contained) went, followed by her ‘pants’, and then her boots. The creature then proceeded to take a strip of leather with a tag on it off the bucket’s handle and give it to Mre-vha. While Mre-vha tied the tagged leather strip around her left wrist, the unusual creature turned to the side. It wasn’t until the creature stepped over to a shelf, where it sat the bucket containing all of Mre-vha’s clothes, that I noticed the creature’s legs were shackled together at the ankles with a very heavy-looking and quite short metal chain... What the hell was this creature!? Some kind of beast of burden, or a prisoner, or a slave, or…I’m not sure I could even contemplate any other possibilities, or maybe I just didn’t want to. The unusual creature grabbed another bucket and held it in front of me. Figuring it was best to simply do as Mre-vha had; I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it into the bucket, untied the laces on my boots before taking them off my feet and sitting them in the bucket, and then removing my boxers and placing them into the bucket. As with Mre-vha; the creature took a strip of leather with a tag on it off the bucket’s handle and handed it to my. Again following Mre-vha’s lead, I tied the strip of leather around my left wrist. Before I could even begin to wonder what was next, a fully naked Mre-vha had taken hold of my right wrist and was pulling me through another doorway and into another small stone room. Almost immediately after we stepped into that second room, an identically strange creature to the one who’d just taken our clothes poured a nearly clear liquid from a pitcher into an earthenware cup and handed it to Mre-vha, who brought the cup to her lips. Tilting her head back a bit, it was obvious Mre-vha was taking the liquid into her mouth. I was more than slightly surprised by the swishing sound which began to fill the small stone room as Mre-vha somewhat forcefully gave the cup back to the strange creature; until, that is, I glanced at Mre-vha’s cheeks to see that they were moving around as a result of her gargling with the liquid. A movement low in my field of vision caught my eye and a glanced downward to see that the strange creature had lifted a bucket-like earthenware jug off the floor and was holding it at about mid-chest height. Just as I began to wonder what was happening, Mre-vha spit the liquid out: about eighty percent of it going into the bucket-like jug, the remainder splattering across the strange creature’s bare chest. I would be decidedly unhappy if someone spit something out onto my chest; and yet the strange creature simply sat the bucket-like jug back down on the floor without even acknowledge having been spit on. With the bucket-like jug on the floor, the creature pulled a stick-like object (which had the general shape and size of a chopstick and, judging by its color, seemed to have been carved from bone) out of a jar. Mre-vha opened her mouth, and the strange creature set about scraping Mre-vha’s teeth. OH MY GOD: this was a DENTAL CLEANING!!! After several minutes of teeth-scraping, the creature put the stick back into the jar and refilled the cup from the earthenware jug. Again, Mre-vha gargled and spit into the held-up bucket-like jug. Then it was my turn. Based on previous experience with dentist’s office teeth cleanings and going but how this procedure seemed to differ, everything went almost exactly as I had expected, except for one little thing: the liquid we were gargling with had a numbing effect which lasted for about two minutes. And again I was being pulled through another doorway. After we’d gotten not more than three feet into the next room, a fairly plain looking thirty-ish woman with brown hair who was wearing a simple leather dress stepped in front of us. Mre-vha immediately stopped. The woman quickly ran her fingers through Mre-vha’s hair before pulling out a pair of crude-looking scissors and snipping off a bit of hair from here and there on Mre-vha’s head. Then it was my turn: the woman ran her fingers through my hair before making a number of snips with the scissors, some hair falling down from my head. Again, Mre-vha was pulling me through yet another doorway. This room was a bit different from the others: the air was filled with the sound of flowing water and we were no longer walking on stone; the floor consisted of narrow strips of wood about half-an inch apart. There were also two completely naked brown haired women in this room: one liked to be maybe sixteen, the other looked to be more like forty. Almost immediately Mre-vha spoke, “John,” she pointed at her eyes as she closed them. “Right,” I heard my voice say in reply as I quickly closed my eyes. Not more than a second later a marginally thick and quite greasy liquid was being poured over my head. An instant later, fingers were rubbing it into / through my hair… Okay, I was being shampooed… After a while the hands left my head then I noticed the familiar smell of sawdust in the air… WHAT THE HELL WAS ABOUT TO HAPPEN!? A part of me wanted to open my eyes to see what was going on, but ultimately I was more afraid of what I might see that what was likely to happen: so I kept my eyes closed. The hands returned to my head and the greasy-feeling seemed to be getting sucked from my hair and scalp. The hands withdrew from my head for a second time. A few seconds later cold water was being poured over my head. I heard a slapping sound; then almost immediately thereafter I was slapped on the shoulder. Again I heard Mre-vha’s voice say, “John;” cautiously I opened my eyes to see that Mre-vha was still completely naked and standing to my left, her hair decidedly wet. The younger woman’s hands went to Mre-vha’s wet hair, lifting it up off her neck and shoulders. Meanwhile the older woman began rubbing an oily liquid into Mre-vha’s skin: it was almost unbelievable how much the oily liquid made her skin glisten… Then, once all of Mre-hva’s skin from head to toe was glistening, the older woman did something I hadn’t seen coming at all: she picked up a knife with a very curved nine-inch long blade which was a dull brown color and began running the edge of the blade across Mre-vha’s skin! With each slide of the knife’s curved blade, an oval shaped area of the shimmer of the oily liquid began to disappear from Mre-vha’s skin. After several minutes of sliding the knife’s edge across Mre-vha’s body, the glistening shimmer was gone from her skin. The younger woman still holding Mre-vha’s hair up and off her neck and shoulders, the older woman took a handful of sawdust from a wood barrel and began rubbing it into Mre-vha’s skin. A moment later she was pouring a bucket of water over Mre-vha’s body. The two women turned from Mre-vha to me: now it seemed to be my turn. Since the hair on my head was short enough to not lay over my neck, both women began oiled my body: it was a strange sensation…almost like a really fast massage… Then came the knife; if I hadn’t been standing still I think the notion that its brown blade would be sliding across my skin would have been enough to paralyze me with fear, but I was standing still and I sure as hell wasn’t about to run. The funny thing is, the idea of having your skin scraped with the blade of a long knife was quite terrifying, but the actual act felt kind of good. Looking down over my chest while they rubbed my body with the sawdust I was amazed to see that all of my body hair had vanished! I wasn’t just being cleaned: I was being shaved as well! And then came the fairly cold water… Once I’d been rinsed off Mre-vha gave me a smile and motioned towards a closed door on the far side of the room. So far everything had been fare less unpleasant that I was expecting, heck this place almost seemed like some sort of weird spa, so without any physical encouragement I stepped towards the closed door. Mre-vha opened the door and we stepped into a surprisingly warm and very tight curving stone hallway with a floor that sloped downwards. We followed the hallway for about thirty feet, and came to another closed door. Mre-vha reached around my naked and now hairless body to open the door. We stepped through into a small steam filled bee-hive shaped stone room with a pool of water at its center. A foolish sense of fearlessness coming over me, I stepped into the pool of water. HOLY SHIT was that water HOT: at best a few degrees below boiling! I practically yelped as I leapt out of the water. Somehow Mre-vha managed to not laugh at the incredibly stupid thing I’d just done while she sat on the floor next to the pool of incredibly hot water. In an attempt to forget about how I’d nearly burned myself, I took a deep breath: the hot steamy air opened up my sinuses more than they’d probably ever been open…that felt good…I took another deep breath as I sat on the warm stone floor. We silently sat there on the floor of the small steam filled bee-hive shaped room for at least fifteen minutes before Mre-vha stood and offered me her hand. I took her hand as I rose to my feet, then we proceed to cross the room and head out through another door and into another very tight curving stone hallway with a floor that sloped…although, this floor sloped upwards. After some sixty feet, another closed door which Mre-vha opened. And talk about a different space we stepped into: the room was cool and quite bright. In the center of the stone floor was a huge pool surrounded by a dozen abstract looking sculptures. Had it not been for the thirty or so completely naked women who were chit-chatting and massaging each other while lazing about in the pool, I really would have looked at those sculptures. Barely a second after I’d stepped into the room, a woman on the far side of the pool practically screamed “Saa zi BUXZOCX!” An instant later each and every one of those thirty women was facing me and completely silent. Mre-vha almost seemed to chuckle as she proudly said, “Saa ruc John, aij saa zi BUXZOCX!” “…John…” “…buxzocx…” “…buxzocx…” “…John…” the women began muttering in voices which sounded disbelieving. Before long an old woman, perhaps sixty; stepped out of the pool and approached me. She spoke through a smile, “John,” then reached out and grabbed my dick and balls, “…saa zi BUXZOCX!” Upon hearing her say that, the women who remained in the pool began making their way towards us. Mre-vha quickly stepped between me and the pool and simply declared, “John zihia pirqib nrumkl neiul.” Those words seemed to stop the women dead in their tracks. With a smile Mre-vha reached down and removed the sixty year old woman’s hand from my crotch, turned to me and pointed towards a door about halfway down the side wall. Before I could even begin to wonder what had just happened, Mre-vha had whisked me out of the room and we were in a room nearly identical to the one where we had stripped down. Another one of those strange creatures with a balloon-shaped head and pale gray-ish skin had our clothing for us; we dressed and headed back out into the city. * Author’s note: these “strange creatures” are NOT I repeat NOT aliens. We (the reader) and John Smith (the character / storyteller) will learn what exactly these creatures are in future parts of the series. Because these creatures are NOT aliens we will NOT be seeing any “kinky alien sex”; so thank you in advance for not asking about that.