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only asked for one kiss. If she did not like it, he would
not kiss her again.

That seemed fair to her, really more than she had
expected. After all, if he wanted to rape her, he could.

She lifted her face to him at the same time that he put
her hand on his cock and his tongue into her mouth.

The shock that went down her throat and up her arm
was almost as if she had touched an electric eel.

"I mean, it was something like an electrical shock but
much weaker. I had an orgasm in my throat and up my
arm."

Childe jumped up and said, "What?"

"Yes, I know. It sounds crazy. But it was true. I came,
I mean you know, when I come, I come with my whole
body. But the ecstasy was denser, I mean, more intense,
in my mouth and throat and in my hand and arm."

He did not say anything more. His experiences with
Igescu's crew had opened doors to an exotic enough
world. Plugger was one that he had not experienced, and
he supposed that there were many other outré beings in
that group.

Sybil had not resisted when Plugger took her robe and
negligee off. She had allowed him to move her onto the
bed, where he got between her legs and thrust his tongue
into her cunt. It was like a spark in a cylinder full of
vaporized gas. Orgasm after orgasm exploded in her. And then they began building up more slowly, building until she could endure the exquisiteness no more and felt that she would faint.

While she lay panting and moaning with the after-
math, he climbed onto her and pressed her breasts
around his dong. The same shock passed through them;
the ecstasy was so intense she could see—but of course
it was imagination—blue sparks sputtering from the tips
of her nipples.

"The funny thing was, his prick was soft," she said.
"Even when he stuck it into my mouth, and transmitted
that electrical come, it stayed soft."

"He didn't come in your mouth?" he said. "I mean,
spermatic fluid?"

"There wasn't any jism, no. I mean, that shock, you
might say, was a sort of electrical come."

She had gone into a series of orgasms, one after the
other, so fast that she could not count them.

After this, he kissed her all over, and every inch of her
skin felt a minor orgasm until he stuck his tongue up her
anus. That almost lifted her off the bed, and she did faint
after that orgasm.

She was silent then, as if dwelling with great pleasure
on the memory.

Childe finally spoke. "Well, did he ever stick his prick
in your cunt?"

He had not meant to sound so harsh but, for the first
time, he was jealous.

"No. I tried to get it in even after he said it was no use.
It kept doubling back and falling out. But I got orgasms
through my hand while I was trying to do it. I said I was
sorry I couldn't do something for him. He said it did not
matter; he was more than satisfied. I guess that I wasn't
far wrong when I said his come was electrical. He had a
high-voltage jism, you might say."

She had questioned him about this phenomenon, which
became frightening when she recovered enough to think
about it. He replied that he was built differently, and he
got up, picked up his clothes, and walked out.

He came every four days after that. She asked him
why he did not visit her more often, and he said it took
time for him to build up a charge. She took him literally,
but she was beginning to get frightened again. What kind
of weirdos were these? However, when he touched her,
her fright went away.

After about five visits from Plugger, two women,
Panchita and Diana, came to her room. They talked for
a while and left. Every few days, they would drop in.
Then, one afternoon, Panchita asked her if she would
like some pot. Sybil was very eager to get some, because
it would help to pass the many dull moments. All three
lit up.

"But it wasn't real pot," she said. "It smelled something
like pot, but it must have been something else. It really
turned me on, but it also made me very suggestible. I
think it had some hypnotic element in it."

"Really?" Childe said. He anticipated what she was
going to relate.

"Yes. I got pretty high, and all three of us were laugh-

ing hysterically. I had completely forgotten that I was
their prisoner and at their mercy. They seemed like very
old friends and very lovable. In fact, uh, desirable."
"They made love to you?"

"Oh, yes. Panchita sat down by me and quite casually
put her arm around my shoulder. The next I knew, she
was cupping my breast with her other hand and then
stroking my nipple. I felt a great deal of love—and lust—
for Panchita. It seemed the most natural thing in the
world. You know I don't swing that way, Herald. I have
never had a homosexual experience in my life, not until
then. In fact, the idea used to make me sick."

Childe said nothing.

She continued: "Diana, the tall blonde with perfectly
enormous breasts, sat down on my other side. She started
to kiss me while Panchita pulled up my negligee and
began to suck on my nipple. I felt as if I was on fire. I
tongued Diana's mouth while she tongued mine. And
then I felt Panchita's mouth going down my belly. She
kissed me all over there but stopped when she came to my
cunt.

"Diana lifted me up then and walked me over to the
bed, where she took off my negligee. I got onto the
bed and on my back and Diana and Panchita took their
clothes off. They stood on each side of the bed and each
took one of my hands and placed it against her cunt.
They were dripping with lubricating fluid, sopping. I
stuck a finger in each slit, and they moved their hips
back and forth and jacked themselves off."

"Is it necessary to go into such detail?" Childe said.

"It's good therapy for me," she said. Her eyes were
closed, and her head was leaning against the back of the
sofa.

The two women had climbed in beside her. Diana
kissed and fondled her breasts while Sybil caressed
Diana's left breast. Panchita again traveled down her
belly with the tip of her tongue. After tracing a triangle
around the pubic hairs with her tongue, Panchita got
down between Sybil's legs. She spread them apart and
then slid a pillow under her buttocks. The next Sybil
knew, Panchita was running her tongue over her clitoris
and sticking it up her cunt as far as she could. She kept
at it until Sybil had an orgasm.

"Then Panchita traded places with Diana, and
Diana tongue-fucked me," she said. "Diana stimulated
me better, I came about five times. Then Panchita got
on top of me, and I licked her cunt and put my tongue
up her slit and vibrated its tip against her clitoris. She
came a number of times, after which Diana got on
top of me. Diana came almost at once.

"Then Panchita got down again and turned me on my
side and licked my asshole while Diana licked my
cunt again. When I had come a number of, times, we
made a triangle, mouth to pussy, you might say, fingers
up twats, and, and, it was wonderful!"

"You say that even in retrospect?"

"I didn't that night after they left. I cried, and I felt
so disgusted and so dirty. The drug had worn off by
then, you understand. But Panchita and Diana kept visit-
ing me, and after a while, I quit having guilt feelings. I
got to liking it. Why not? What's so bad about making
love to women? Does it hurt anyone?"

"No," he said. "Did their lovemaking lessen the effect
of Plugger's?"

"Not at all. Actually, if you were to rate orgasms
on a scale, I'd have to rate him as Super A-Plus and
theirs as B-Minus."

"Next you'll be telling me that Plugger and the two
women got into bed with you at the same time," he said.

She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at
him.

"How'd you know that?" she said. "Pour me an-
other cup of coffee, will you honey?"

He passed her the full cup and said, "Did Plugger
touch off the two women, too?"

"Oh, yes. Once Panchita and Diana and I got down
in a daisy chain, and he rammed his tongue up Panchita's
ass. He said she had the sweetest asshole, which made
me a little jealous. Would you believe it, all three of
us felt the shock in our cunts and our mouths? That
electricity or whatever it was passed through all of us."

"I can understand your making love to the women the
first time," he said. "You were under the influence of
that drug you smoked. But you knew how it affected
you, so why didn't you refuse to smoke it the next time
they offered it to you?"

"Like I said, I enjoyed it. Anyway, I didn't think about
refusing it the second time. I don't know why."

"Your mind shut down," he said. "You wanted to go to
bed with them, so you just forgot how the stuff would
affect you."

"I'm not a compulsive Lesbian!" she cried. "I don't
have any neurotic drive for women! I can take them or
leave them!"

"You just got out of prison, so how would you know?"
he said. "However, that doesn't matter. Not now, anyway.
How did they explain giving you a hypnotic drug when
they said they wouldn't force you?"

"They explained that they did not force me to smoke
the pot, or what they called pot. And, later, they said I
didn't have to smoke it now that I knew the effects."

"You aren't hooked on the stuff?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Well, you may be right. Time will tell. I just don't
understand their nonsadistic treatment. If you hadn't
described certain people that I know so well, I would
say that another group besides Igescu's had you."

"What are you talking about? Another group?"

"I'll tell you later about my adventures, if you can call
them that."

She continued with her story. He wondered if it was
just that: a story. There was no doubt that she knew
Panchita Pocyotl and Diana Rumbow and others and
to do so she must have been held prisoner. But this
sexual narrative? Had it really happened the way she
said, or was she unconsciously concealing something more
terrible? Has she suffered such traumatic handling that
she was repressing it and substituting a fantasy? It did not
seem likely, because she did not act psychotic, but then a
psychotic often acted normally.

If the Ogs, as Hindarf called them, had treated her
relatively considerately, then they had some sinister end
in mind.

There was one confirmation of her story, he thought.
That was that Vivienne Mabcrough had left her alone.

"And then, one afternoon, this fabulously beautiful
woman, Vivienne, came to my room," she said.

"Oh?"

Vivienne and Sybil smoked the marijuana-like sub-

stance, with Sybil knowing well what was coming. The
two made love, but the snake-thing remained within
Vivienne's womb. Sybil was not aware of its existence,
and Childe did not mention it.

Vivienne came to Sybil many times after that, some-
times alone and sometimes with Panchita or Diana or
Plugger or with all three. Then Fred Pao, or his twin,
showed up. Both only wanted to be sucked off, but when
Sybil refused unless she was given something in return,
they brought Plugger in with them. While Sybil stood in
the middle of the room, bent over, sucking on Pao's long
slim dick, Plugger pressed his electric cock against her
anus or held its tip against her cunt. Sometimes, he got
down on his knees and spread the cheeks of her ass
and rammed his tongue up it.

"Every prisoner should have it so good," Childe said.
He was thinking of what had happened to Colben and the
others and of what might have happened to him. But,
now that he considered it, Igescu's group may not have
been planning on mutilation and death for him. They
seemed to have been aware that he was something
special, if he could believe what Hindarf and Vivienne
had said in their short conversation in English.

However, they had been trying to kill him after he had
escaped and killed some of them. This could have been
from self-defense only, not from a desire to murder for
the pleasure of murder.

Mysteriouser and mysteriouser, he thought, para-
phrasing Alice.

And Sybil had been a sort of Alice in Sexland. Cer-
tainly her adventures were as strange as Alice's.

"You never found anything peculiar about Vivienne?"
he said.

"No. Should I have?"

This seemed to confirm her story about her gentle
treatment. If Vivienne had revealed the snake-thing, and
the two had made love to Sybil, then she was being very
considerate of Sybil.

Despite all this enjoyment and the use of drugs, Sybil
had many periods of depression, frustration, and a desire
to get away. There were times when she felt as if she were
a cow being fattened up for the slaughter. And even
after she became quite at ease with her captors and talked

fluently, she could not get them to answer one question
about the reason for her imprisonment.

And then, two days ago, all her visitors, except for
a woman who brought her meals now and then, quit
coming. The woman would not even say good morning
to her, let alone answer questions. Sybil had watched TV
and smoked pot and wondered what was going on. Her
fears came to the surface, and she fantasized many dread-
ful things happening to her.

Then, this very night, she was awakened by a hand
shaking her. She sat up in bed, her heart throbbing
painfully, to find three masked men by her bedside. One
told her to get dressed. She did so, while they packed for
her. They had brought her clothes in from someplace,
presumably from a closet in the house. Then they blind-
folded her and took her out of the house and drove her
here. The drive, she estimated, had lasted about two
hours.

Childe did not say anything, but it seemed to him that
she could have been located much closer than two hours'
drive to his house. If she were prisoner in that house near
his, her rescuers might have driven around to make it
seem that she had been a long way from him.

On the other hand, she might have been held in, say,
Vivienne's house in Beverly Hills.

"Do you feel all right?" he said.

"What? Oh, yes, I feel fine, except for being tired.
And I am happy that I'm out of that, although it wasn't
an altogether unpleasant experience. But very puzzling.
What do you think made Plugger the way he was? I
mean, how about that electricity of his? Do you think he
had a surgically implanted battery of some sort? It sounds
sort of science-fictiony, doesn't it?"

He kissed her and said, "What about some nice normal
sex?"

"All right," she murmured. "It's late and I'm tired, but
I would like to have a man who's really in love with me.
You are in love with me, aren't you? Despite all our
troubles?"

"I must be," he said. "There have been times this
past year when I was almost out of my mind wondering
what could have happened to you."

He stood up and said, "I'll get into my pajamas after
I shower and shave."

"I'm clean," she said. "I'll wait right here for you.
You can carry me to bed. It'll be so nice."

Ten minutes later, having sped through his prepara-
tions, he returned to the front room. She was sitting
slumped on the sofa, fast asleep. He grinned wryly and
kissed her on the forehead, moved her so that she was
stretched out on the sofa, put the blanket over her, kissed
her forehead again, and went into his bedroom. The rain
had started again.