I laid on the cot and watched the moon rise through the barred
window. I hadn't been able to fall asleep, even though my body was still worn out from everything it had been through. I'd tried counting sheep, meditating, and several sleeping positions, but to no avail.
Over the last five or so days, the women had decided to make me
useful. The first few days,I was just stuck in my hut, and the women
brought me meager meals twice a day. Then, two days ago, my lead captor, Sela, declared that if I was going to eat their food,I had to earn my keep. So,I worked on patching roofs of various huts under the watchful eye of Sela. It was hard work since the women lacked a lot of basic tools and
equipment, and also because Sela attached rope shackles to my ankles to make sure I didn't run.
As for the tools,Ihad to use a rock as a hammer for pegs I'd to carve out of wood myself. The stuff they used as concrete was so smelly and
sticky, I didn't even want to know what was in it, and my first attempt at
building a ladder with nothing but sticks and rope backfired bigtime when I was ascending it.
Though, it might have been due to the ropes around my legs. "Fuck!" Iscreamed as I fell to the ground.
I landed hard on my back, and the air was knocked out of me. I also knew the wound on the back of my head opened back up. I laid there for a moment and tried to convince air to go back into my lungs and to get my head to stop spinning. Then I saw Sela approach and thought she might
actually help me out a bit.
I was quite wrong.
"Get up!" she ordered.
I wasn't one to defy orders, but I couldn't exactly get up at the
moment.
"I said getup!" she repeated, and she accompanied this order with a poke from her spear.
I turned away from the poke and rolled to my knees, where I
managed to get a breath to go in and out. I thought this was when my jailer finally saw the blood coming from my head and realized I wasn't just lying around for the fun of it.
Sela turned to a group of women and said something in their native clicking language. Then two of the women came over and gently helped me up and back to my hut. They got me comfy on my cot, and soon sweet
Talise came in to bandage up my head and take care of me.
"I am never going to get through to Sela, am I?" I asked the healer.
"Give her time," Talise replied with a gentle smile. "She has always been stubborn and slow to warm. It will happen."
I sighed and just decided to try to be a little more patient.
I felt like I was making a little leeway with all the women, except for Sela. She wasn't even remotely interested in getting to know me or trust
me. I'd been successful in making the other ones around me laugh and
relax, but Sela never said a word to me and just stared at me the whole time she was on guard. She also seemed to be the one on guard most of the time. She occasionally traded off with one of the twins, but they usually had the night shift.
My twin guards,who I learned were named Zarya and Darya, had been replaced by one lone guard tonight. This woman was equally fierce looking, but she wasn't as standoffish as the twins.
Mira was her name, and she was as beautiful as the rest, but had a sort of punk-gothic look going on. Her hair was a deep jade green and
shorter than any of the other women's hair, cut just below her chin and
shaved on one side, which fully exposed her fin-like ear. The exposed ear- wing bore several piercings and was adorned with hoops made from tiny seashells. Her skin was a buttery yellow, and her scales were a rich gold color that screamed to be touched while I gazed into her golden colored eyes. She wasn't as full in the chest as most of the other women I'd seen,
she was more pear shaped, but still intoxicating. Her legs went on for days, and her ass was perky and plump. I knew she could crush me easily with her muscular thighs, but I was more than willing to confirm my suspicions. The thought did nothing for my already restless state, though.
"It's late," said the sultry voice in the doorway. "Can you not sleep?"
I looked up to see those shining orbs staring holes through me, and my heart hammered in my chest.
I always had a weakness for goth girls, but I'd definitely felt way
hornier since I'd ended up at this place. Maybe it was because these strange monster-alien women were hitting a fantasy I hadn't even known I had.
Iobviously wasn't dreaming, so maybe I'd died and gone to heaven?
"I can't seem to relax," Ireplied. "My mind and body won't shut off."
"Ah,I know that feeling," Mira said with a nod. Then she cocked her head to the side,narrowed her eyes, and cast me a considering look. "Stay put. I think I have something that will help."
Before I could say a word, she spun on her heels and strode from the hut.
"Is this a test?" I murmured to no one.
It most likely was, so I stayed exactly where I was until she returned two short minutes later with a large clay jug and two matching cups.
Mira gave me a slight smile when she saw I hadn't moved an inch
while she was gone. Then she set the jug and cups on the table next to the water basin, put two more logs on the fire, and motioned for me to sit on the wooden stool opposite of her.
"I doubt you have ever had a drink like this before," Mira said with a mischievous smile. "Go slow, you don't want to falloff your stool and add another bump to your head."
"You are looking at the Tequila Slammer Champ for three
consecutive years and counting," I bragged with a grin. "I think I can handle a little island juice."
"I don't know what tequila is, but I like your confidence," she laughed as she poured us both a glass and then handed one to me.
Inside the cup was a slightly pink, milky concoction that smelled like fruit salad. It had a consistency somewhere between heavy cream and a
milkshake, and I could also see little black specks that reminded me of vanilla beans.
"Are you going to study it or drink it?" Mira smirked.
I gave her a mocking glare before I tipped the cup back for a little
taste. I'd expected something overly sweet and heavy, but I was surprised at what hit my tongue. It was light and refreshing, almost like lemonade on a hot day. It had a citrus note to it and seemed almost bubbly on my tongue. I knew the surprise was evident on my face when I heard Mira chuckle.
"It's not as innocent of an ale as it seems," she warned. "I still suggest you take it slow."
"I think I can handle this just fine," I replied with a smirk. Then I decided to take a chance. "Why are you doing this?"
"What?" the warrior asked with a furrowed brow which made the scales on her face ripple in interesting patterns.
"This." I gestured to the cups and then to us sitting beside the fire.
"I'm not complaining by any means, but I'm … curious. Several days ago, I was taken captive and dragged through the jungle, and no offense, but Sela still doesn't seem to like me very much."
"That's just Sela," Mira replied with a sharp grin.
"Okay," Ichuckled, "but that doesn't explain you. Why are you here having drinks with a prisoner? Is this some kind of test? Did you put some kind of truth serum in my drink?"
I squinted at the cup in my hands, and the warrior before me snorted.
"Olofi's Nectar may loosen tongues, but it does not force the truth out of you," she chuckled. Then the warrior tilted her head and considered me before she smirked. "To answer your first question, perhaps I am
curious, too. It is not every day a man washes up from the sea."
"And when one does, your first instinct is to drink with him?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Like I said, Olofi's Nectar loosens tongues," Mira said with a
mischievous look in her golden eyes. Then she smiled and held up her cup. "To new friends."
"To new friends," I agreed, and then I tapped her cup with mine and took another big swallow of the citrusyale. I felt the warmth of the alcohol bloomin my stomach and move throughout my body, and it relaxed me
instantly.
Mira was right, this is exactly what I'dneeded.
"Tell me, Mira, what is day-to-day lifelike for you here on the
island?" I asked, since I wanted to learn as much as I could. I was deeply intrigued by this woman, and her people, and I wanted to know what she knew. I was still enamored by her ass and legs, but her easy-going attitude and sense of humor was different from the other women of her species.