Chapter 4: The Old Man

When I woke up, I was expecting to see Tara, telling me the food was ready, but she wasn't there. I got up off the bed, pulled the robe around my body and headed towards the door. When I stepped outside, I was treated to a wonderful sight.

I found myself in a large open space in what appeared to be tropical jungle. Spread out around me were several small clay houses and cabins, similar to the one I just came from. Some where partly hidden behind all kinds of exotic trees and plants. The ground was covered in a dark, fur-like grass or moss, and was very soft to the touch.

As I looked around I saw a few naked girls and women walking around, seemingly doing some chores. The ones that saw me looked surprised. Some stopped to smile at me, while other proceeded to whisper to each other, looking in my direction. I noticed that they were all beautiful, and I also didn't see a single male anywhere.

The air smelled of spring, and I heard birds singing all kinds of songs all around me in the trees. It seemed like a true paradise.

Just then I heard Tara's voice, and I turned to see her walking towards me quickly, her face wearing an expression of anger mixed with fear.

"You have to stay inside!" She said to me loudly. "It is dangerous outside. You can be killed." I really didn't see what was so dangerous out here if young girls and women could walk around naked without problems, and I told her that.

"We have many girls. They can go outside. But only one man. You are special. You cannot go outside."

I was not going to let her make me a prisoner, so I argued with her for a bit, and she told me there were snakes and spiders and such that could harm me. I told her I just wanted to walk around for a bit and that I would be very careful but she wouldn't have it.

In the end, she agreed that I could take a walk as long as she accompanied me (or "protected" me, as she called it).

She showed me around the little clay village for a bit and told me food was almost ready. I asked her about the other man, the one she said had taught her English, and said I wanted to meet him. This too took some persuasion but I found she really didn't want to refuse me anything, and that I could probably get her to agree with whatever I wanted.

She agreed that I could have dinner with the man, who she told me was named Tom, and proceeded to take me to his little house.

She led me inside, and pointed at a door on the other side of the room we found ourselves in. She then turned to leave, saying she would be back to bring the food.

I hesitated a little, but proceeded to walk towards the room she had pointed to. A man's voice came from inside the room, saying something in the local language. I stepped through the door, and entered a smaller room, quite dark compared to the last one, as it had only one small window.

In the middle of the room, on a large bed, was an old man. His hair was grey, and his face appeared thin, almost dried out. But his eyes still looked bright, and I could see they were blue. He seemed to be wearing a robe similar to mine. As he looked me over a strange smile started to slowly appear on his face. He laughed, and started to talk to me in English. "Welcome", he said. "Tara told me about you..."

Tom and I talked for most of dinner, which consisted of a rich, sweet-tasting soup, and a couple of different vegetables which I had never seen before. The old man told me everything he knew, and asked me a lot of questions too.

The valley we were in was a strange place, he told me. His theory was that is was created by an asteroid that crashed into the mountains, and he thought this asteroid had an unnatural influence on the valley. The temperature was unnaturally high, and the plants and animal life was rich and flourished all year round.

Though it never rained, there were several small streams of fresh water that came through the stone walls that surrounded the valley. Tom said they probably originated from the snow on top of the mountains, being melted by the warmth that rose up from the valley.

Though nature flourished in the valley, for some reason with humans it was a little different. Tom told me there was somehow always only one fertile human male at any one time. When Tom had gotten here almost forty years ago, through a plane crash story strikingly similar to my own, there were only women. It seemed the one male they had at that time had died years earlier from poisoning by some insect or animal's bite.

Tom was immediately 'forced' to impregnate woman when they got a period, which happened only very rarely. Often a woman went for years without releasing an egg, and even then they only gave birth to more girls.

Afraid of him dying before another male was born, the women in the valley had forcefully kept Tom in this house for over thirty years. He slowly picked up some of the strange language the women spoke, and even became close to some of them, but only rarely was he ever allowed to go outside.

Until nine years ago, when one of the older woman had given birth to a boy. Shortly after that, Tom became infertile, and most of the woman lost interest in him. He told me he had then enjoyed a few years of happiness and freedom in the valley, along with some of the women he had gotten close to and some of his daughters, which he taught some English. But now he was quickly getting old and told me he felt he didn't have long to live anymore.

He asked me a lot of questions about the outside world, and he seemed very happy to be able to talk to someone about it.

I asked him about the young boy and, as I had sort of expected, he told me the women kept him inside a house, from which he was never allowed to leave.

"I'm surprised they didn't try to stop you from going outside", he said. I told him about Tara and he smiled.

"She was my first daughter. I tried to teach my girls to be more open-minded, for little Tommy's (his nine- year old son) sake, but I guess you get to benefit from that as well. They probably won't be locking you up inside a small house as they did me."

I brought up the subject of sex, and hesitantly told Tom about the young girls giving me blowjobs and eating my sperm. He explained that the women in the valley ate the male's sperm because they believed it caused them to have their periods. On top of that it would increase the chances of me getting them pregnant when I fucked them.

"Oh, yes", he responded to my surprised look with a knowing smile. "In time you will be trying to impregnate all the girls that swallowed your sperm earlier. And more."

Just then Tara came into the room, accompanied by two young girls. Tom smiled. "It's your time again. You better get used to it." There was a lot more I wanted to ask the old man, but Tara took my hand.

"Come now", she said to me gently. "Talk more later." She said this last part more to her father then to me, and gave him a loving smile. She seemed to understand how much he enjoyed talking to someone from the outside world after so long.

As we walked back to my hut I looked over the two girls Tara had brought with her. They smiled at me sweetly and I immediately felt a stirring in my loins. One of the girls was a blonde and the other a brunette. The brunette was slightly taller but they seemed about the same age; thirteen or fourteen, with thin waists, tight, smooth bellies and small but firm developing breasts.