Chapter 53

Candice arose early, mostly from habit developed by her long years on the farm. She looked over her wards, sleeping soundly in each others’ arms.

She experienced a moments confusion as to her whereabouts. Then the memories of the previous evening flooded back to her. She smiled.

They were safe, at least for now. These were good folk, although obviously rich. She didn’t hold that against them. They had saved her life and more importantly, the lives of the triplets. At present, she viewed her benefactors mainly as a resource.

She slipped out of bed and moved to the bathroom. It was warm and downright cozy compared to the sparse plumbing facilities of her farm. She wondered how so spacious a place could seem cozy. She was just moving to the shower when Amy came stumbling in. Candice looked behind her, questioning.

“The others are still asleep.” Amy mumbled.

“Let them. They need it, especially Alice.” Candice told her, adjusting the water.

Amy plunked down on the toilet to relieve herself.

“Come join me when you’re through.” Candice said, slipping into the shower.

A bit later Amy slipped into the shower. The girls hugged and soaped each other’s bodies. Reveling in the hot water and the feel of each other’s bodies.

They took what seemed to them to be a long luxurious shower. All of fifteen minutes. Candice, fearing using too much hot water guided them out. They dried and then moved to the wardrobe. Candice had to remind Amy to be quiet as the girl went nuts over her choices. She found a pair of shorts like Cindy and Sheila had worn the night before, along with a tube top.

Candice frowned and was about to tell the girl to pick something else, when she realized that the girls’ charms were one of her best tools for persuading her hosts into letting them stay.

“See if you can find two more outfits just like that.” she told Amy.

Amy seemed puzzled, but complied. She pulled on her own outfit, which was loose on her small, slim frame.

“Lay those out for the others.” Candice said, choosing her own more conservative outfit.

She mistakenly thought that a spandex jump suit would hide her body. Even though loose, the outfit shifted as she moved to clearly define her lithe frame.

She took Amy by the hand and led her out towards the kitchen. Amy showed no trepidation at using the elevator this time.

Candice started taking inventory. She was flabbergasted over her choices. Even so she set about making a batch of biscuits. The chore seemed much easier in the spacious kitchen. She told Amy to build a pot of coffee, but found it already set up on a timer. She studied the controls and switched it to on. The timer wouldn’t have started the coffee for at least another hour and a half.

“City folk.” Candice muttered.

Once biscuits were done. Candice surveyed them and thought about the number of people in the silo. She made another batch. She and Amy ate their share of the first while the second batch was in the oven. About the time they were ready, Andrea and Alice came wandering into the kitchen.

“I thought you would sleep more.” Candice said to Alice.

“Oh, I feel fine ... but my fingers and toes hurt a bit.” Alice replied.

Candice examined them. Small blisters marred the ends of many of the young girls extremities. They were red and swollen a little as well. Candice remembered how John had examined them closely. Smart man, she thought.

She gently reapplied some salve to the affected areas.

“Keep those slippers on and stay off your feet.” Candice told Alice.

“I told you, I feel fine.” Alice said, exasperated.

Candice looked at her a moment.

“Now listen here, ‘dumplin, I need you well. These are kind folk, but I don’t know how long they’re going to let us stay. You may be fine walking around a warm house, but you wouldn’t be fine stuck in shoes trudging through snow. So do as I say.” she told her.

“You don’t think they’ll turn us out!?” Alice asked, alarmed.

“No, not for a while, but I also don’t think they intend for us to stay very long either. You heard them arguing last night.” Candice replied.

“She probably didn’t. She was asleep pretty fast.” Andrea said.

“So what are we going to do?” Amy asked.

“I don’t know. None of us have any kin to speak of. We don’t know anybody in the City. I don’t have a hankering to go to any of the neighbors we had either.

“Let’s just bide our time here for as long as they’ll let us. In the meantime, I want you girls to be real nice to our hosts. Real nice. Mind you don’t cause any trouble either. Stay outta things. The last thing we need to do is piss them off.” Candice told them.

“How do you mean, real nice?” Amy asked.

“You know, real nice.” Candice replied.

Amy gasped at the implied meaning: “Oh, you don’t want us to... lay ... with them, do you?”

“That would be wrong!” Andrea added.

Alice looked thoughtful.

“Maybe, maybe not. I’m not so sure anymore what’s right or what’s wrong. I do know, however, that we have no place to go. The longer these folks want us around, the better ... As far as what’s right and wrong, you don’t seem to mind so much when you lay with me.” Candice said.

“But we’re your co-wives.” Amy said.

“Maybe so ... but it says in the bible that a woman shouldn’t lay with a woman. The only reason it seems okay, is that we also lay with our man when he tells us to.” Candice said.

“But we left him ... and I’m not sorry. He hurt us!” Alice cried.

“I know, I was there, remember? We’ve all got his mark on us.” Candice said.

“Nobody could see it unless they were looking where they shouldn’t.” Andrea said.

“It’s there, nonetheless.” Candice replied.

“So who should we lay with.” Amy asked.

“I’m not telling you to lay with anybody. But if they ask ... It might not hurt us to be obliging.” Candice said.

“I wouldn’t really mind it with Sheila, she’s nice. But I don’t know about John ... he’s old.” Alice said.

“Not that old ... and not bad looking, besides being rich.” Candice said.

She looked thoughtfully at the three of them. The outfits they had on made her want to take them off. She felt a slight pang of guilt over the feeling.

“Well, just be friendly with them. We’ll see how it turns out. They might not want to lay with us. But if they do ... don’t make them mad.” she concluded.

She had every intention that the girls should lay with whomever wanted them. Lord knew that she’d done it often enough herself. The girls would try to please her at the slightest hint of her desire. She’d never tried to please them, however. She didn’t think them ready for the desires an orgasm could awaken. She didn’t in fact know herself. Maybe they already knew. They snuggled enough amongst themselves whenever they felt like it. She knew they didn’t learn anything from Nick except pain. She herself did her best to obscure what she felt when they caressed her.

Candice kissed each of them tenderly. They were complacent. She could see in their eyes that they would obey her. Alice seemed like she would do more than that.

Sheila stirred against her man. She could feel his regular breathing. She snuggled to him and waited for him to stir. She wanted to feel this way every morning for the rest of her life.

Theresa opened her eyes, becoming aware of the body snuggled to her. She reached out the other side and found nothing. The memories of the previous evening came flooding back to her. She moaned to herself. How could she have been so stupid? She loved each of them dearly, yet she had turned on them.

John had given her the world. She had no doubt that she would have been dead now if it hadn’t been for him. He had rescued her, as sure as he had rescued those girls the night before. He’d never asked for a thing in return.

Sheila was a downright doll. Her only fault had been wanting the exact same thing that she and Cindy wanted; John. Theresa couldn’t fault her too much for that.

The body next to her stirred and Theresa pulled it into a strong embrace.

“I’m sorry.” she told Cindy between kisses.

John stirred, feeling the warm, full body next to him. He wondered a bit at the absence of at least one on the other side of him. Then he felt the odd angle of the chaise and realized where he was and why. He also realized who it was snuggled to him.

When he lifted his head, there was no thought of their breath or discovery. They melted together into a soft kiss. This deepened and their passion rose. John’s hands moved to her firm breasts and he finally properly welcomed Sheila into his home. It was much better than with his mannequin.

The girls were playing. Candice had told them that they could explore, if they didn’t snoop. She didn’t question the contradiction of terms. She just wanted to be alone to think.

The girls rode the elevator to the bottom, and discovered the pool. Wondering at why someone would have a pool of water inside their house. The floating chairs lent a clue. A touch of the water showing how warm it was confirmed the concept. It was an indoor swimming hole. They were tempted to strip off their clothes and go skinny dipping.

“Later.” said Andrea, “I want to explore first.”

The other two tagged along. She poked the buttons to take them to the top of the silo. The door opened and they wandered about, finding the solarium and utility areas. The solarium confused them as the roof was closed. They understood the utility area, also the workshop they found down a short flight of stairs. Next they explored a different direction. They came to the door of the Com room and stopped dead in their tracks. The first moving her finger to her lips to silence them.

They heard John and Sheila making love. They stood riveted to the spot listening. This wasn’t anything like they were used to. Sheila was not only willing, but seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit. They both were.

When Sheila cried out in passion they slowly withdrew. They heard her giggling words of love echoing behind them. They quietly entered the elevator and dropped two floors. Giggling to themselves, thoughtfully. They knew the first floor to be the kitchen so they bypassed it. The door opened and they found the partially completed new Com room and then up the small flight of stairs, the library.

The girls had never seen so many books in their lives. They sat down at a work table and discussed what they’d heard.

“That wasn’t like what Nick used to do to us or Candice.” Amy said.

“Oh, sometimes Candice was a little like that. When he was sober and being slow and tender.” Alice said.

“Well I never felt like that.” Andrea said.

“Maybe you ... maybe we will ... If John wants us.” Alice said bravely.

“You wouldn’t do that, would ya?” Amy asked, shocked.

“I think so ... She seemed to like it a whole bunch.” Alice replied.

“But she was sort of whimpering.” Amy said.

“Not from pain, she was liking it!” Andrea said.

“I wish we coulda watched them.” Alice said.

“You seen it often enough. You watched Nick taking both of us and Candice afore. Just like we’ve watched him with you.” Amy said, a little disgusted.

“I don’t think it would be the same ... I know Candice likes it when she makes us touch her ... and sometimes when Nick is being slow ... I kind of got to liking it too. And last night when John was doing that medicine thing. He was real ... nice about it. Nick woulda just ripped my blouse off.” Alice said.

“If he’d bothered at all.” Amy said.

“So you think we should do it ... I mean ... lay with John ... if’n he wants us ... that is.” Alice asked.

“I don’t know what god would think of that ... we still got Nick’s mark on us...” Amy said.

“I don’t think that god woulda put us in these folks hands to come to harm. They’s good folk. I don’t think he’d mind if we thanked them.” Andrea said.

“So it’s settled then. If they want us, then we lay with them.” Alice said.

“I don’t know if it’s settled, but Candice told us to ... so I guess we’d better.” Andrea said.

“I’m not so sure I’d mind so much. If I could feel like that woman was.” Amy said, wistfully.

“Well ... I think I’d rather see what it was like with Sheila ... she’s nice.” Alice said.

“You said that.” Andrea chuckled, “I think I’d rather find out with Cindy, she’s real cute.”

“Myself, I’d take John ... or Theresa. She seems nice too.” Amy said.

“I think we’re all agreed that all of them’s nice.” Andrea said.

“So how do we get them to ask us?” Alice asked.

The others chuckled.

“You never had any problem attracting anybody before ... Just twitch that little behind of yours.” Andrea chuckled.

“It’s the very same size as yours and you know it.” Alice protested.

“I know. But it moves different.” Amy chuckled.

“Not too much different from yours.” Andrea said.

“Or yours. At times I couldn’t tell you two apart when you was trying to attract Nick’s attention. I tried to avoid it.” Amy said.

“You didn’t try too hard to avoid Candice’s.” Alice said.

“She’s different. She likes to kiss and hug. Nick just likes to ... poke us.” Amy said.

“I know. That first time I thought he’d split me wide open. I think I bled for two days.” Alice said.

“We all did, but we don’t anymore ... Come on, let’s go explore some more.” Andrea said.

She kissed the others first. Somehow all the talk made them want to kiss longer and harder. Amy slipped her tongue into Andrea’s mouth. She didn’t fight it. This time she kind of liked it. She’d learned it from Candice. So when Andrea came to Alice, she did the same. Alice giggled.

The girls went off hand in hand to explore.

The next stop they found a room full of tanks with lights hanging over them. There was nothing on the floor above them.

Then they found the floor where the lab was. They turned on the lights and went white as ghosts. They all turned about and went running for the elevator.

When they reached the kitchen, they burst in on Candice.

“We gotta get outta here!” Amy cried.

“They got bodies hanging up on hooks!” Andrea cried.

“They’s gonna kill us and hang us to age.” Alice cried.

“What the hell you girls jabbering about?” Candice asked.

“We found a room full of bodies.” Amy gasped.

“They was all hanging on hooks.” Alice said.

“They were all dead! They didn’t move. They was all hanging up!” Andrea said.

“Show me.” Candice said.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t go back in there.” Alice cried.

“Then show me where it’s at.” Candice demanded.

“Be we gotta get outta here, afore they kill us.” Amy cried.

“If they’d wanted to kill us, they could have just left us outside.” Candice said.

“Maybe they want to have us first.” Andrea said.

“Show me the room. If it’s what you say, we’ll decide what to do then.” Candice said.

“You’ll see! They gonna kill us and hang us if we don’t get out.” Amy said.

“I’m gonna kill ya and hang ya if you don’t quit jabbering and show me.” Candice barked.

The girls led her to the elevator. When the door opened on the proper floor, they stayed inside, indicating where Candice should go.

At first, Candice just stood in the doorway, stunned herself. But then it struck her. There were several faces she recognized. She started to thinking that this was the way they slept, only ... there were two of some of the faces. Puzzled she moved forward slowly. The closer she got, the more real they seemed ... yet, not quite.

She slowly reached out a tentative finger. She shivered. They was soft just like a body. But their hair was all wrong. So were their eyes. She poked each one. Walking around them. She saw they were exact duplicates of Cindy, Theresa, Sheila and John. There were two each of Cindy and Theresa. The one of John had shorts on it.

“What the hell are you?” she asked herself.

Without thinking her hand moved over John’s shorts. She could feel his manhood hard under the shorts. She sort of shook the mannequin. It didn’t wake up. Becoming brave, she pulled down the shorts and looked hard at the phallus. Her hand drawn to it. It felt real enough. She shivered thinking about it inside her. Would he be gentle like Nick sometimes was when he was sober? This one was bigger than Nick’s ... kind of prettier too.

She shook herself and pulled the shorts back up. On a hunch she slid her fingers between Sheila’s legs. It felt real enough by itself. Accepting the finger she pushed in. It felt right ... except ... too dry. A real woman was wet inside. She pulled back her fingers and sniffed them. Nope. No smell like a woman either. She didn’t admit that she was a little disappointed.

“Candice? You okay?” one of the girls called to her.

She yanked her hands away from the dummies.

“Yes, it’s okay. They ain’t bodies. Come on in.” she called back.

The girls stood in the doorway, unconvinced.

“Then what is they?” Amy asked.

“I don’t know ... I seen dummies like them in town once ... when Nick took me to a department store. They was made of some kind of hard stuff, but these are soft like real bodies.” Candice mused.

“You sure they ain’t?” Alice asked.

“Not unless both Cindy and Theresa were triplets too.” Candice chuckled.

Then the girls noticed the faces. The moved forward, braver, but slowly.

Candice whacked one of the dummies on the butt with her hand. It didn’t move, but the smack sounded real enough. The girls giggled.

“I think they’s used for making clothes or somethin.” Candice said, letting her hand rest where it smacked. It felt real enough. She caught herself enjoying it and pulled her hand away.

The girls came up and slowly poked and prodded the dummies with their fingers. Finally they were convinced. Andrea found the bulge in front of the John dummy. She giggled and pulled the shorts down. Then stood there dumbfounded, staring at it. The other girls came around and stared too.

They all felt flushed and a little weak.

“Oh my ... It’s bigger than Nick’s.” Andrea observed.

“I’m not so sure I could take that.” Amy said, fearfully.

Alice seemed entranced. Involuntarily her fingers moved to touch it. When they contacted it she shivered a bit.

“Don’t be silly! Women can stretch out to fit almost anything. You think a baby’s head is smaller than that. Now pull them shorts up.” Candice barked.

“I see you found our little secret.” Theresa’s voice giggled from the doorway.

The girls all jumped near outta their skin.

Candice was sputtering like a fuse as she tried to get some words of apology out.

“It’s okay. John gave you the run of the silo.” Theresa chuckled.

Candice found her voice: “The girls was exploring. They came back and told me they found a room full of bodies. I had to come find out what they was excited about.” she said.

Theresa got the picture and busted out laughing.

“They do seem pretty real, don’t they.” Cindy’s voice sounded from the door. She was eating a biscuit.

“Good biscuits. Who made them?” she asked.

Candice raised her hand meekly.

“You’ll have to give me the recipe.” she said, entering the room.

“So what are they?” Amy asked. (They all still stared at the phallus.)

Cindy chuckled.

“They are mannequins. That means a dummy used to make clothes with. Only these are special mannequins. They’re exact duplicates of the person they represent.” Cindy explained.

“Exact?” Alice asked, not taking her widening eyes off the phallus.

“Pretty much.” Theresa giggled.

“So how come they’s two of you two?” Candice asked.

“The first two were taken early in the year. When we tried making clothes on them after we’d been working in the garden, they didn’t fit. We’d aged some.” Cindy said.

She walked up and pulled up the shorts on John. The girls all blushed bright crimson. She smiled at them and chuckled.

Candice was studying the two earlier dummies and then the later ones.

“You growed some. I can see that.” she said.

“Theresa more than I ... Would you like to see how they work?” Cindy asked.

The girls all nodded.

“Give me a hand.” she said as she started to lift the second Theresa down. The girls all tried to help at once, their hands finding various embarrassing body parts. They all blushed more. Theresa blushed a bit herself, thinking about their hands touching her there. It was not an unpleasant thought.

Cindy guided them to the casting table and hooked up the cables. Then she moved to the computer. The girls were torn between the figure strung in the casting table and the glowing screen. The casting table lost out when Theresa’s image suddenly appeared on the screen.

They all huddled behind Cindy as she showed them how you could turn the image. Theresa and the girls all became uncomfortable and flushed when she viewed it from underneath.

“That’s enough of that.” Theresa said, hoarsely.

Cindy chuckled and changed the view. Then she called in different images and laid them over the figure. The girls liked one with a horse and a moon mapped over a mountain horizon. The hills following Theresa’s curves perfectly.

Cindy checked the table and then set the program into motion. The girls all jumped when the arms took off and started to move. Both Cindy and Theresa giggled.

“Oops!” Cindy said, stopping the machine.

“What?” the girls asked in unison.

“I forgot the non-stick layer.” she said, moving the arms out of the way and finding the tissue and oil.

The girls watched in fascination while she layered the figure with the thin tissue, oiling it. They all blushed crimson when her fingers laid it over Theresa’s pubic area and between the legs. Cindy lifted the image and did the back side. Once again they blushed when her fingers carefully laid the tissue between the ass cheeks.

Then she lowered the image and started the machine again. The girls all crowded around it as the arms first established references, then started spraying.

“It stinks!” Amy said.

“Just a little compared to what the foam smells like when we make a mannequin.” Cindy chuckled.

“Just how do you do that?” Candice asked.

“First you have to be measured ... on that table over there. The machine measures you and tells the computer where everything fits. The computer stores that information on disk ... kind of like a phonograph record ... only inside. Then it plays it back to this machine which sprays foam over a wire frame. It takes a long time, but it builds up layer by layer, like an onion, until you have an exact duplicate.” Cindy explained.

“That machine measures everything ... I mean ... it pokes inside you?” Candice asked, embarrassed.

Cindy and Theresa looked at each other and giggled. Candice blushed crimson. Realizing she had told them she knew just how exact the mannequin’s were.

“If you want. It doesn’t have to. The outside scan is good enough to make clothes.” Cindy chuckled.

“But what do you make from the inside scan?” Candice asked, absently.

“You can see how the machine sprays threads, coloring them as it goes.” Cindy said to the girls, ignoring Candice’s question. Blushing a bit.

Candice let it be. “Heathens!” she thought to herself.

“It seems like a lot to go through to make clothes.” Amy said.

“It is ... but the clothes fit real good, cause they’re made exactly for the person who will wear them.” Cindy explained.

“You’d wear that?” Andrea asked.

“We’ve made dozens of outfits for each of us. Even a bunch for John.” Theresa said.

“But why go to all this trouble. You could make clothes, even ones that fit real good without this.” Alice said.

“Well ... the idea is that the machine does all the work. It can turn out an outfit in two hours that would cost you a thousand dollars in the store.” Theresa said.

“A thousand dollars! Who’d pay that for clothes?” Amy asked.

“Rich women. Who we’re going to sell them to ... so that we can get rich too.” Theresa said.

“You mean you’re not!” Alice asked.

“No, John is, but we’re not. And even John isn’t as rich as this will make us all.” Cindy said.

“I thought you said you was his mates. How can he be rich and not you?” Candice asked, suspiciously.

“We are his mates. But his money is his. Theresa and I work for him. He pays us to cook for him. We share his bed because we want to.” Cindy said.

“I don’t understand.” Candice said.

“None of us is married to John.” Theresa explained.

“You lay with him without being married ... why?” Andrea asked.

“Because we want to, I said.” Cindy said.

“But isn’t that wrong?” Amy asked.

“Maybe for some people. It doesn’t feel wrong to me.” Cindy chuckled.

“But what about ... god? What would he think?” Andrea asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t really think he’d mind us making love with one we really care for. We don’t try to tell anybody else how they should live. We don’t want anybody else telling us how we should live either.” Cindy said.

Candice kind of nodded. The girls shut up.

“So what’s going to happen to us?” Alice asked, finally.

“I don’t know. Nothing for a few days anyway. After that we’ll have to see.” Cindy said.

Theresa looked at the floor.

“Come on. This will take a while. I want some more of those good biscuits. I’ve gotta cook John up something to go with them too.” Cindy said.

The girls all followed her out. Candice looked thoughtfully at the machines and the mannequins. Finally following herself.

Theresa remained in the elevator when they all stepped out.

“I’m gonna go find John and Sheila.” she said in response to Cindy’s look.

Cindy nodded, understanding.

“They’s up on the first floor.” Alice said, absently.

The other girls shot her a look and she blushed crimson.

Theresa just nodded and closed the door.

She entered the Com room. Finding the pair still sweaty from love making.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” she cried out, standing before them, unsure of where she stood with them.

They both opened their arms to her and she sprang into them. Next they were all kissing and hugging. Tears streaming down Theresa’s cheeks. They undressed her and both made love with her. John somehow found the energy to enter her. Sheila licking at her clitoris as John stroked his penis inside her. Her orgasm was as strong as she had ever felt. Afterwards they lay caressing her.

“I really am sorry. I just couldn’t think about anything else but them freezing outside.” she sobbed.

“I’d never let them do that, kitten. I was only saying that we need to work something else out for them besides living here. I’ve got enough women in my life now.” John said.

“I know ... I should have known that last night. I’m sorry I turned on you too, Sheila. You didn’t deserve it.” she sobbed.

Sheila kissed her tenderly: “I know. You were just tired and upset.” she said softly.

“Well, I’m really glad you two finally got together. Did you have fun?” Theresa asked, sincerely.

“Darlin, you well know yourself. Now I know why you and Cindy are smiling all the time.” Sheila said, rolling her eyes.

Theresa chuckled and hugged her to her. Her hands moved to her large breasts and she rolled on top of her. Kissing as she moved down, tracing her fingers over her body as she moved.

John moved behind her, pulling Sheila into his lap. Caressing her breasts as Theresa kissed over her pubic mound. She lay back against him in abandon, reveling in the feel of the young girls tongue. Her orgasm was very special as she felt John’s arms about her as her hips lifted into Theresa’s adroit tongue. Then Theresa was kissing her once more, sharing the flavor of her womanhood on her tongue. Afterwards they lay together caressing each other for a time.

“Welcome to the family.” Theresa said softly.

“Thank you. I’m very glad to be a part of it.” Sheila said, getting misty eyed.

“I still am looking forward to all of you together.” she said.

“Tonight.” Theresa promised, hugging her.

“Well, come on. I want to shower before breakfast. Are our guests up?” John asked.

Theresa giggled.

“For hours! They found the lab and thought we had bodies hanging in there ... I think they came up here and heard you two also ... Alice told me where you were. The others shot her a glance that would have frozen water and they all blushed like a red rose.” she giggled.

John and Sheila busted out laughing about the lab. Neither cared if the girls had overheard them. John had thought that maybe he’d heard them giggling anyway. Now he was sure. Well, they had respected their privacy, even if they did listen for a while. Just about what he’d expected from them.

Had it been another time, he wouldn’t have minded a bit if they had joined them. But this morning had been a special time with Sheila. Their first time. It was as memorable as each thought it would be. He extracted himself and pulled his robe about him. The others followed, pulling on whatever clothing they had lying about.