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functionality, restored to a faintly familiar context now. One
reached for an oar , took
it from Emma, then her friend was relieved, and in moments four
slippers had doubled up on the rowing to send their craft gliding toward a barely conceived future. Emma stood by the headboard cabinets ,
staring behind in dread fascination.
    Their pursuers built speed, glorying in the
chase, pulled to within a few lengths of the stern on a superb
display of athleticism. Everyone was shouting and Emma found
herself thumping the headboard, crudely synchronizing the
rowers.
    The bedboat remained just out of reach,
goading the men on till some territorial limit finally persuaded
them to desist. They fell back, treading against the current, eyes
glinting hatefully in the gloom.
    And from this chance meeting a new society had emerged. The desperate acquisition of a few slippers from a scrubby
fellatio parlor catalyzed a fragile but genuine confidence in their
partnership, inspiring acts of presumption
and cunning that yielded more women in turn, by the six and dox and trix, till eventually there were over five sex of them—almost a whole
sen— dwelling along a beautiful subterranean
stream in richly adorned cavern apartments; a small but viable
people on equal footing with the other societies that together
comprised the hidden women of the Lap.
    A nd
in that time Emma had grown to love the fierce, beautiful creature
named Ione.
     
    Now, treading the waters of another lonely lake, Emma watched
the distant camp and the women they had rescued since waking to Manassa’s kiss. A
chorus of slippers laughed at something the big woman was doing,
captivated by her vitality and charisma. Nearby, Ione monitored her
rival with a stealthy but unwavering interest.
    The women were preoccupied with the simple
novelty of interaction for the time being, finding their way among
each other as distinct personalities emerged. But their physical
desires would soon predominate, and Emma knew they would have to be
led by example, at least until enough stable relationships formed.
It wasn’t the prospect of Ione’s example-setting that worried her
so much as the question of what additional use her lover might make
of the situation.
    The alienation of awakening surged again,
warring versions of reality that twisted her identity with a
fearful leverage. Emma stiffened, barely treading, waiting for it
to subside, then exhaled to emptiness as its fantastic, deranging
notions finally relented to improbability.
    When she was calm once more she hardened
herself for what would follow and stroked quietly back to the
camp.
     
    Ione stared at her partner, kneeling by a
basket of freshly cleaned toys and lingerie, eyes submissively
downcast. The cavern was awash in low tones of red, echoed with
boisterous slipper chatter, senseless but clearly amatory in
nature.
    “ Adorn yourself in
panties . Pink. ” There was a lull in the noise at her
peremptory tone and heads swiveled their direction from all about
the camp. Ione had chosen a broad prominence for their sleeping
site, clearly visible from every direction.
    Emma procured the specified item from the basket and self-consciously dressed herself.
    “ Turn over and furnish your
body for discipline,” Ione directed. She responded without hesitation,
rolling over to fix her forehead on a bulky bedspread
freshly misted with some sugary perfume
from the recovered supplies. B lond locks
gathered in a tumult at her neck, and her pink-pantied rump was lofted high in the
air, crowning thighs spread wide to stoically planted
knees.
    With the faint suggestion of
a flourish Ione bent, took to hand a flam, a special instrument of discipline
composed of three parallel rubber leaves hinging from a
stiff handle . She stepped to position
direct ly in front
of Emma so that Manassa had a prime view of the proceedings
from where she sat cross-legged nearby .
    Ione straightened, granting
them all a reference image for what would follow; one