Childe said nothing.
She continued: "Diana, the tall blonde with perfectly enormousbreasts, satdown on my other side. She started to kiss me while Panchita pulledup mynegligee and began to suck on my nipple. I felt as if I was on fire. I tonguedDiana's mouth while she tongued mine. And then I felt Panchita'smouth goingdown my belly. She kissed me all over there but stopped when she cameto mycunt.
"Diana lifted me up then and walked me over to the bed, where shetook off my negligee. I got onto the bed and on my back and Diana and Panchitatook their clothes off. They stood on each side of the bed and each took one ofmy handsand placed it against her cunt. They were dripping with lubricatingfluid, sopping. I stuck a finger in each slit, and they moved their hipsback 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, andher 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 aroundthe pubichairs with her tongue, Panchita got down between Sybil's legs. Shespread themapart and then slid a pillow under her buttocks. The next Sybil knew, Panchita was running her tongue over her clitoris end sticking it up her cuntas far as she could. She kept at it until Sybil had an orgasm.
"Then Panchita traded places with Diana, and Diana tongue-fuckedme," shesaid. "Diana stimulated me better, I came about five times. ThenPanchita got ontop of me, and I licked her cunt and put my tongue up her slit andvibrated its tip against her clitoris. She came a number of times, after whichDiana got ontop of me. Diana came almost at once.
"Then Panchita got down again and turned me on my side and lickedmy assholewhile 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 sodisgusted andso dirty. The drug had worn off by then, you understand. But Panchitaand Diana kept visiting me, and after a while, I quit having guilt feelings. Igot toliking it. Why not? What's so bad about making love to women? Does ithurt anyone?"
"No," he said. "Did their lovemaking lessen the effect ofPlugger'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 gotinto 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 another cup of coffee, will youhoney?"
He passed her the full cup and said, "Did Plugger touch off thetwo women, too?"
"Oh, yes. Once Panchita and Diana and I got down in a daisychain, and herammed his tongue up Panchita's ass. He said she had the sweetestasshole, whichmade me a little jealous. Would you believe it, all three of us feltthe shock in our cunts and our mouths? That, electricity or whatever it waspassed throughall 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 knewhow it affected you, so why didn't you refuse to smoke it the next time theyoffered it to you?"
"Like I said, I enjoyed it. Anyway, I didn't think about refusingit the second time. I don't know why."
"Your mind shut down," he said. "You wanted to go to bed withthem, so youjust forgot how the stuff would affect you."
"I'm not a compulsive Lesbian!" she cried. "I don't have anyneurotic drive for women! I can take them or leave them!"
"You just got out of prison, so how would you know?" he said. "However, thatdoesn't matter. Not now, anyway. How did they explain giving you ahypnotic drugwhen they said they wouldn't force you?"
"They explained that they did not force me to smoke the pot, orwhat theycalled pot. And, later, they said I didn't have to smoke it now thatI 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 Iknow 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 themthat."
She continued with her story. He wondered if it was just that: astory. There was no doubt that she knew Panchita Pocyotl and Diana Rumbowand others and to do so she must have been held prisoner. But this sexualnarrative? Had it really happened the way she said, or was she unconsciously concealingsomethingmore terrible? Has she suffered such traumatic, handling that she wasrepressingit and substituting a fantasy? It did not seem likely, because shedid not act psychotic, but then a psychotic often acted normally.
If the Ogs, as Hindarf called them, had treated her relativelyconsiderately, then they had some sinister end in mind.
There was one confirmation of her story, he thought. That wasthat Vivienne Mabcrough had left her alone.
"And then, one afternoon, this fabulously beautiful woman, Vivienne, came tomy room," she said.
"Oh?"
Vivienne and Sybil smoked the marijuana-like substance, withSybil knowingwell what was coming. The two made love, but the snake-thing remainedwithin Vivienne's womb. Sybil was not aware of its existence, and Childe didnot mention it.
Vivienne came to Sybil many times after that, sometimes alone andsometimes 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 refusedunless she was given something in return, they brought Plugger in with them. While Sybilstood in the middle of the room, bent over, sucking on Pao's longslim dick, Plugger pressed his electric cock against her anus or held its tipagainst hercunt. Sometimes, he got down on his knees and spread the cheeks ofher ass and rammed his tongue up it.
"Every prisoner should have it so good," Childe said. He wasthinking ofwhat had happened to Colben and the others and of what might havehappened tohim. But, now that he considered it, Igescu's group may not have beenplanningon mutilation and death for him. They seemed to have been aware thathe was something special, if he could believe what Hindarf and Vivienne hadsaid in their short conversation in English.
However, they had been trying to kill him after he had escapedand killed some of them. This could have been from self-defense only, not from adesire to murder for the pleasure of murder.
Mysteriouser and mysteriouser, he thought, paraphrasing Alice.
And Sybil had been a sort of Alice in Sexland. Certainly heradventures 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, thenshe was beingvery considerate of Sybil.
Despite all this enjoyment and the use of drugs, Sybil had manyperiods ofdepression, frustration, and a desire to get away. There were timeswhen she felt as if she were a cow being fattened up for the slaughter. Andeven after she became quite at ease with her captors and talked fluently, shecould not getthem to answer one question about the reason for her imprisonment.