Trouble Pt. 02: Thirst

Chapter 5

Leon looked at his bed covered in his white sheets. Soaked. No, beyond that. Flooded. His bed had a slight bow in the middle where he slept, and it was all pooled right there. He wondered how much was there. Twenty ounces? Thirty? The fluid was unable to sink into the mattress due to the synthetic, waterproof fabric sheets he had gotten years ago when he was dating a woman who had an annoying habit of spilling drinks and food onto his bed and ruining his mattress.

His thirst intensified as he looked at it. A cloudy puddle with occasional cream-like clumps of white floating in it. His mind flashed back to watching from inside the hidden closet he had installed years ago to store valuables: Amrita mounting Sarasvi's face, grinding on her lips, and then gushing as Sarasvi slid out from under her. Amrita lifting herself up higher on her knees in ecstasy as she rubbed her clit and splattered her juice onto the bed. Her stream of squirt dying off and her hand moving back to steady herself on the bed. For a few moments only her creamy natural lubricants and female ejaculate dripped out of her neatly trimmed pussy and onto the growing puddle beneath her. Then erupting again, all over his bed as she rubbed herself again to another moaning orgasm.

What could he do? The women had found his revolver after inspecting a lump in his mattress and discovered it hidden underneath. They had stepped into the hall to discuss under what conditions they would free him and had taken the gun with them. He had stared at the door as he fought against the ropes holding him to the bed. At last he'd gotten one hand free and then untied the other ropes.

Then there was the gamble between rushing out the door and taking them on, one of them armed with a loaded gun, and he bare handed, exhausted, and feeling like he was dying of thirst, or being more creative. He had opted for creativity and opened the window, making it look like he'd escaped onto the roof, while only he knew the drop from the lower roof to the grass below would be too injurious to risk. Then he had ducked into the hidden closet. From in there he had watched the ladies come back, search for him, and then, as what began as a frustrated argument they had started kissing, and pleasuring each other on his bed. The gun was kept right at hand for them, and he was weak and parched, so he just watched and waited for his chance to escape.

After Amrita had come all over his bed Sarasvi guided her down until she was laying on her back in her own love puddle.

"I'm going to cover you in the nectar of-" she said to Amrita as she straddled her face. "Put your tongue inside me."

Leon had tried to figure out what the last word was but it had been lost as the sound waves traveled through the closet door.

Amrita had craned her neck up and pressed her mouth into Sarasvi's folds, pushing her tongue as deep inside of her as she could. Sarasvi tossed her head back, rubbed her own breasts with one hand, and her clit with the other. Then she moaned and began to absolutely pour all over Amrita's face. The fluid was so copious it looked like the deluge caused by an overfull drinking glass being knocked over as it cascaded out of the darker woman onto her friend below and pooled around her head. Sarasvi's orgasm subsided, and she stopped coming, but she worked back up to several more intense bouts of ecstasy as she knee walked down Amrita's thick, curvaceous body, pausing to have shaking orgasms and gush onto her breasts, stomach, hips, and finally had one last intense orgasm and fully emptied herself onto Amrita's furry mound. All the while Amrita lay writhing in ecstasy, rubbing her own breasts and masturbating.

Leon had watched as the liquid collected around Amrita's body, which was shining and slick with squirt.

"Lick my come out of me!" Sarasvi had said, and then she had mounted Amrita's face again.

Amrita had lanced her tongue into Sarasvi and it came out thickly smeared with white cream. At last Sarasvi had seemed satisfied and rolled off the bed. Amrita sat up, smiled, spit Sarasvi's cream onto the bed, and then both women had walked out and shut the door.

Leon had waited a few moments, listening, and then had come out and, after listening at the door and satisfying himself that they weren't outside the room, he'd tried to open it but realized they had jammed it from the other side somehow. Slamming his shoulder into the thick oak door hadn't helped.

Now he was trapped. Dying of thirst, and looking at a massive puddle on his bed. A huge amount of liquid that had all come from inside of those two voluptuous, stunning, beautiful brown women. He turned and looked at the window. Pictured the jump, considered maybe trying to roll. But, no, it was fifteen feet or more. He would break bones. So, what, then? He needed his strength if he was going to overpower the women when they came back. He also had to figure out how to deal with the gun.

He leaned in and smelled the fluid. It had almost no scent beyond the faint, yet intoxicating aroma of both women's pussies. He dipped a finger into the liquid and tasted it. It had the flavor of delicious water, and a hint of a background of amazing, savory and tangy feminine flavors. His dick moved slightly in his pants. He leaned down and licked at the puddle a bit. The flavor thrilled him and he began to slurp it into his mouth and swallow it in great gulps. Images of the women emptying themselves of all of their squirt in overwhelming ecstasy flashed through his mind. His dick got slightly longer. He kept drinking the fluid. In a moment of sexual madness fueled by true extreme thirst he deliberately went right for one of the cream clumps, slurped it into his mouth, felt its buttery texture on his tongue for a moment, and swallowed it. His dick became rock hard. He pushed down on the bed to make all the rest of the fluid pool there and drank it all.

He was licking at the last remnants of the puddle when he heard footsteps outside the door and darted back into the closet, shutting the door behind him. He stood there watching the women come into the room and sit on the bed.

"The puddle is gone," said Sarasvi as she touched the bed with one hand and rested the other, which held the gun, on her thigh.

"Hmmm," replied Amrita, "could it have evaporated?"

As the women chatted Leon tried to formulate a plan. Yet for some reason he started to doze. The women's voices seemed far away and their images blurred slightly as he watched them from inside the closet. He breathed deeply and surprisingly calmly. A vague thought crossed his mind that his body was surely responding to the desperately needed hydration by sending out reward chemicals and that this is what was making him drowsy. He was conscious of his dick, still achingly hard, too.

Chapter 6

Leon awoke with a start. It took a few seconds to figure out where he was in near total darkness, but the smell of leather and fabric brought him back to remember that he was in his closet. He cursed himself for falling asleep. He hated himself for having drank all of that nectar produced by those evil women's pussies even after having watched it drain out from deep inside of them as they orgasmed on his bed. He hated himself even more for realizing that he had deeply enjoyed it. Everything from the taste to the smell, to how turned on it had made him, and even how it had made him feel so satisfied and calm that he had fallen asleep!

Pushing these thoughts away he peaked out of the closet and noted the room was empty. As he looked out, several images flashed before his mind. What was he remembering? So strange and vivid. A stunning, almost radiantly beautiful woman. Talking to her about life. Feeling grateful to have her there for him. Who was she? Where had this been? When had it been? A green area overlooking a misty valley. Sporadic areas of ruined stone work and pillars. Then it dawned on him: this had been a dream from the night before! Yet it was so seemingly real that it felt almost like a normal memory.

He shook his head, opened the closet door, and slinked out into the darkened bedroom. After quietly stepping over to the door to exit the room he pressed his ear against it.

"I can see your shadow in there, Leon!"

Leon was startled by the voice. It was Amrita! "You need to get the fuck out of my house!" shouted Leon. He was trying to sound assertive while knowing he had no cards to play considering he was outgunned. Still, there had to be something he could do. He had to think! He pressed against the door but it was still blocked from the other side.

"Leoooon," sang a second voice. Sarasvi, he realized. She went on, still in a sing-song tone, "My darling, you drank all of the nectar of dreams, didn't you?"

What had she said? So that's what it was called? That was the final word he couldn't hear from inside the closet? "You bitches are trying to kill me with dehydration! I had no choice!" he barked, wondering if they had even known he was in here before now.

"Oh, honey, no. But, tell me, what did you dream?" came Sarasvi's voice from the other side of the door.

Leon looked down at the shadows dancing in the light at the crack beneath the wooden door. He told them what he had dreamed, hoping he would be able to come up with a plan while he kept them busy listening to him talk.

"That was the devi of love. You were in heaven," said Amrita in her tone which was more firm than Sarasvi, yet she still sounded genuinely happy and excited.

"I was dreaming I was in heaven, maybe, but I don't go in for this spiritual bull shit!" replied Leon.

"Look through the keyhole," said Sarasvi sweetly.

Leon looked through the keyhole. His mind reeled for a moment as it processed what he was seeing. Sarasvi was holding up her phone. On it was an image of a woman. What was happening?

"Did you draw that? What- I- I mean how did you-" demanded Leon, stuttering over his words.

Sarasvi didn't respond. Instead she kept the phone where he could see it through the keyhole and moved her fingers over the screen. More images slid across the screen as Leon understood that she was merely scrolling through an image search online. All of the images, regardless of whether they were drawings, real women in costume, statues, or even stone carvings had the same qualities. All were curvaceous, long haired, beautiful women wearing a golden necklace, silver headpiece, thin golden chain around wide hips and from that hung a wide piece of fabric which was turquoise in the middle and white on the sides, a thin, revealing white and turquoise top barely containing her ample breasts, and flowing white fabric gently draping down from her elbows.

His blood ran cold.

They all were exactly the woman he had dreamed about down to her outfit and hair color.

To be continued...