Without waiting for an answer, she climbed onto the table, spreading herself open over my mouth. She was already soaking wet.
“Please use your tongue on me,” she breathed. “Please.”
Not wanting to be rude, I used my tongue on her. When someone sits on your face, it’s impolite not to.
“Aw…come on.” McGlade was awake again, looking visibly annoyed. “In what universe is this fair?”
I tried to answer, but couldn’t talk with my mouth full. It didn’t take long before Tasty climaxed, coming very close to breaking my jaw. Whereas some women were very sensitive after an orgasm, Tasty became more aggressive. There was actually a very real possibility of suffocation. And oddly, the lack of air was making Yummi’s movements feel even more incredible.
“All right! This is more like it!” I followed McGlade’s line of sight and saw another naked woman walk into the infirmary. Purple hair, in long pigtails. She too was devastatingly beautiful, but her perfect breasts were a bit larger than I preferred.
“Is this the killer?” she asked.
Tasty writhed on top of my face, then groaned, “Yes. The one on the news.”
“I never fuct a killer before. Is it hot?”
“Real hot!” Yummi screamed.
“You know what else is hot?” McGlade said. “Fucking a killer’s best friend.”
I made noise until Tasty gave me some breathing room. “So you ladies know who I am?”
The purplette gave Tasty a deep kiss, then stroked my hair. “We know. We saw you murder that poor old lady.” Her eyes got wide and she shuddered. “It was horrible.”
“Are you going to turn me in?”
“Of course we’re going to turn you in. You’re a danger to society.” She stuck her finger into her mouth, then began to touch herself. “But first, we’re going to hump you until you’re dry.”
“Come on!” McGlade yelled. “Why can’t you hump me dry and turn me in?”
Purplette sneered at McGlade. “He’s a killer. A real bad boy. You’re flabby and gross.”
“I’m a killer!” McGlade said. “I killed a roider in dissytown!”
“Sure you did.”
McGlade strained against his bonds. “I’ll prove it! Let me go and I’ll kill somebody else for you!”
I also strained against the straps, which seemed to excite Yummi and Tasty even further. BHVs were law-abiding do-gooders, so it was ironic that violence and death turned them on. But everyone had their kinks, I guess.
“Okay, switch,” Tasty said. Yummi climbed off, Tasty sat on my dick, and the new girl took Tasty’s place on my mouth.
“Either fuck me or knock me out,” McGlade pleaded.
Yummi frowned at him, then pulled the curtain between the tables, cutting McGlade off from us.
“Hey! Don’t do that! Aw, come on!”
After a dozen more orgasms, and two dozen more complaints from McGlade, everyone changed positions again. I still hadn’t come, but it didn’t matter even if I did—erection pills would keep me hard as long as there was stimulation. How many women were in this commune? Fifteen? I could be there for hours.
“I call next.”
I followed the new voice, staring at the naked man who had entered the room.
I needed to put a stop to this and get out of there. Right now.
I considered reaching for the Nife on my belt, but it would be too easy to accidentally cut these women to pieces. Or cut off a part of my anatomy that I’d grown quite fond of over my lifetime. But maybe, if I timed it right…
“At least let me watch,” McGlade wailed.
I closed my eyes, picturing the Nife sheath. My right arm was still injured from Sata’s blow. I’d have to grab it lefty, bring the blade up to my head without being able to see it, and cut the strap, all before someone tried to stop me. If I did wing one of the women, at least we were already in an infirmary. Maybe they could reattach whatever I cut off.
“Okay, switch.”
The woman got up, and I made my move, pulling out the Nife and holding the flat of the blade against my head—this was the scary part—slicing the strap before a new set of thighs closed around me, lifting my head after the restraint broke and freed me, not waiting to see if I’d slit my own throat or cut off my ear again, quickly making work of the chest strap, cutting away from my body, shoving some naked girl to the side but spending a fraction of a second admiring her finely sculpted butt, then hacking the strap around my legs and getting to my feet, holding the Nife sideways so everyone could see it.
“The orgy is over. Anyone comes near me, they’ll get hurt.”