Waking well-rested the next morning, Vicky was still snuggled contentedly between my legs, gently nuzzling on my manhood like usual. Even before I could stretch or move, she leaned back long enough to wish me a quiet little, "Good morning," before going back to happily suckling on my limp noodle like a baby with a pacifier. How the hell she even knew I was awake is completely beyond me.
"Morning," I yawned back sleepily. Holding open my arms, Vicky immediately squirmed her body up to snuggle tightly in them, without me saying a word. "Anything come up overnight that I need to know about?" I asked lazily, leaning forward to steal a few gentle kisses from her lips.
"Nothing, Master." Leaning forward to match me, Vicky returned the kisses freely. "Last night was all peaceful," she assured me, returning my affection warmly with her own.
"Umu… Good." With nothing to really worry concern myself over this morning, I devoted my whole attention to Sexy Time™.
Now don't get me wrong, or anything. It's not that I'm a horny bugger just out to ravish Vicky's more than perfect body. I'm not! Loving her to the point where my pecker is all pecked-out, is a necessity for going to the Other World, apparently! One wrong erection at some public area and I might end up being declared more beast than man, or some bullshit!
The customs and morals of the Other World are stupid as hell, in my opinion. They're certainly not like anything which we tend to have here in This World….
…Or… well, maybe they're not COMPLETELY different. Getting an erection in the middle of class is a surefire way to be mocked and made fun of in This World. I imagine it's probably the same at a work environment. Maybe we're not that different after all?
Regardless! I've got a Vicky in my arms for now, and I'll Sexy Time™ the hell out of her this morning and then it won't be an issue either way!
Getting dressed and going downstairs ten minutes later, we decided to sit and eat breakfast in the living room. Well, I ate breakfast and the two girls sat together at my feet and watched T.V. while I did so. Meals still suck, but maybe if we can get Snow fixed, they won't be as horrible anymore. It's nice to have other people to actually eat with!
"I bet they've all just ran off somewhere together," Maria snorted, listening to the latest updates on the missing students from our school.
Two girls and four boys were now reported missing in total, with all of them having ties to the football team. All four of the boys played football, one girl was a cheerleader, and the last one's brother was one of the missing football players. Add in Brock still lurking around somewhere hidden, and there was all sorts of speculation about what was going on in our little community in the news.
"Sounds like it's starting to turn into some blowback for mother," Vicky sighed worriedly. "That last commenter basically just claimed they were hiding as a means to counterprotest the Bloomer Burn movement which puts them in such a negative light."
"But wasn't Amber part of the movement?" I asked while shoveling large spoonfuls of Captain Crunch down my throat for breakfast. "Wasn't she streaking? Didn't she shave her head? Why would she protest in now, if she supported it so strongly the first day you guys rioted?"
"I don't think she'd protest against it at this point," Vicky sighed helplessly, "but I don't know anything. I honestly haven't been keeping up with my phone at all, since we went into lockdown. Yesterday, I couldn't have even if I wanted to. There's no service in the Other World," she giggled lightly.
"Then catch up with the Sisterhood of Gossip while me and Maria are gone today," I ordered her. "We need to stay abreast of things changing as we might get called down for another Family Meeting™ anytime. You might end up getting that precious credit card taken away if the idiots push back hard enough to stall or cancel the Bloomer Burn movement. Honestly, who knows how those idiots on the news will end up affecting us!"
"For now, school is canceled for the foreseeable future," Maria chuckled happily. "Which is great for us as it gives us a chance to learn and explore the Other World some for now, without fretting over our attendance."
"There's talk of switching to remote learning if things stay out of control for too long, but first they have to make certain every household is prepared for it," Vicky informed me. "But that probably won't occur until the beginning of next month, if at all. I think everyone is still hoping the police will sort everything out, catch Brock, and the idiots will come back from whatever party-place they're hanging out at."
"I think so too," Maria agreed. "No one wants to invest money they don't really need to, to solve a problem that'll go away on its own in time. So, are you about ready to go?" Changing the subject, she grinned expectantly as she turned her attention back up towards me.
"I am," I told her, sitting my plate and bowl down on the couch, "but you're not. You can't go into the Other World as you are now, you Enfisses!"
"Enfisses? What the heck is an enfisses?" Baffled, Maria and Vicky both looked at me like I was stupid.
"N. F. S. S," I spelled out each letter carefully. "Not Free, Slave, or Shinta," I told her seriously. "You're not a free person," I explained, "because you have no pubic hair. You're not a slave as your nipples aren't perked to high heaven. You're not a shinta as you're not properly shackled to be one in the city."
"You stand out as an aberration, no matter how you look at it," I told Maria regretfully. "And you don't get stiff, and you can't grow hair, and there's no reason for you to go if you're all shackled up and can't help me with Snow."
"Then fake it," Maria said simply.
"And how do you suggest doing that? Have Vicky grow pubes, shave her, and then glue them to your crotch?" Snorting, I found the concept ludicrous.
"I was thinking simpler," Maria chuckled. "We'll just pierce my nipples, dangle a small weight from them, and that'll keep them stretched out like they're erect but being punished or trained. It's a simple fix."
"But.." I wanted to object because such an idea sounds rather painful and uncomfortable to me, but then Maria.
Maria is broken. Can't feel shit. She could tug her nipples damn off and it wouldn't bother her. Honestly, I can't say I like the idea, but with the expectant look on her face, I can't refuse it.
"Fine," I sighed, defeated. "You and Vicky take care of that – I don't want to have anything to do with stretching my Nister's nipples out of shape. When you're finished, I'll do a quick final inspection check, and then we'll cross over to the other side and leave Vicky here today.
"We're on it!" Hopping up, both girls ran off upstairs while I was left to wash and clean up my breakfast plates by myself.
Arriving in Maria's room a few minutes later, I was flabbergasted to make several completely unexpected discoveries. First, Maria wasn't just a slave – apparently, she was the *queen high-empress of the slaves*!
From the moment when I walked through her door, Maria completely and utterly dazzled me. Sure, she might be just as naked as the day she was born, but what she was wearing was worth more than any dozen designer suits or dresses put together. Half a dozen necklaces adorned her neck and hung at various lengths between her breasts. Multiple bracelets hung at her wrists, and fancy anklets draped exquisitely at her feet. A golden belt wrapped around her waist, and two more golden chained belts crisscrossed her chest and highlighted her bare breasts. Maria's ears had multiple earrings both clipped to them, and also dangling low from them; as did her nipples and womanly lips between her legs.
Gold and platinum filled the eyes, with various rubies, diamonds, and emeralds sparkling and glittering across her body from head to toe. Hell, she even had some sort of jeweled headband draped over the top of her head, with chains of jeweled silver and gold hanging down from it and laying all along the back and sides of her head like hair.
Maria was, as best as I could estimate with my poor financial sense for jewelry, currently a six-million dollar woman!!
"What do you think?" Twirling, Maria laughed happily as my jaw almost hit the floor in amazement. "Slaves don't wear clothes," she reminded me, smirking happily, "but you said it was fine to dress them up and show them off as long as they weren't attempting to hide themselves. I'm not hiding anything," she declared defiantly.
"No… No, you're not," I agreed, trying to push my eyeballs back into my head. "Are… Are you certain it's a good idea to wear all that?" I asked her nervously. "Or even to sell or trade all that? What if it's needed for some sort of internal audit later, or if Vicky's mom wants to see it to see where all her hard earned money has been going?"
"Hard earned my foot," Maria snorted. "More like hard-scammed from the idiots who think politicians are actually out to make their lives better for them. Besides," she admitted sheepishly, "they're not all real."
"They're not?" I asked suspiciously. They all look damn real to me!
"Only about a third of them could be considered proper jewels or gemstones," Vicky giggled, seeing my doubtful face. "Another third of them are synthetic gemstones, like cubic zirconium, and the rest are absolutely costume jewelry with high quality glass or plastic gems in them."
"We wanted to check to see if they could tell the difference, or if they'd even care," Maria laughed lightly. "Honestly, what I'm wearing isn't as expensive as you think it to be. I doubt we spent over five or six hundred thousand for all of this."
"Definitely less than a million," Vicky agreed, looking strangely satisfied for some odd reason.
Less than a million. Ha. Ha.
Fuck my life – WOMEN ARE FUCKING WEIRD!! Who the hell thinks "less than a million" isn't a big ass deal? Apparently when it comes to jewelry, women don't!
Sighing heavily, all I could do is shrug helplessly. In the end, I have to admit, it does give us quite a bit of leeway to buy, sell, and trade for whatever we want. Precious gems and rare jewels are valuable no matter where you go – and that includes even to another world, from what I saw last time.
"Fine." I give up. They'll do what they're going to do. "What else are we taking with us?"
"We're both going to take a compound bow, a quiver of arrows, a katana, and those packs over there," Maria told me, pointing off to the side where two heavily packed backpacks sat ready to go.
"Fine. Whatever." I was curious why we'd bother with the weapons after the way my hatchet and knife got appraised last time, but I really didn't have the heart to even ask about it.
Digging into my pocket, I pulled out a few more pieces of jewelry and made certain to pass those over to Maria. "Here, put these on," I ordered, "and don't even think about trading them for anything else. The ring is one that I traded for yesterday and it's supposed to protect like chain armor, and the armlet is one which keeps the wearer cool and protects from the outlandish heat on the other side. You'll need both of those and the translation earrings, if you're going to the Other World with me."
"Already got those on," Maria confirmed happily, shaking her head to show off the dangling loops hanging from her ears. Sliding the ring on her finger and clasping the armlet around her upper arm, we both took a moment to slide into the packs and don the rest of the gear.
"All ready to go?" I asked, regretfully wishing that I didn't have the foresight to take several tums by now this morning. Making a mental note, I promised myself that I was going to invest in them for the future.
"All ready!" Maria exclaimed excitedly.
Sighing deeply, I went over to her closet door and opened it – only to find that we really weren't!
There, not two feet in front of the door, laid Snow. Passed out in a puddle of her own juices, with the leg of an old stool shoved up deep between her legs, apparently she'd piddled herself until sheer exhaustion and dehydration overcame her sometime between last night and this morning.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Groaning heavily, I couldn't help but think she was dead – having humped herself to death last night!
Looking just as worried as I felt, Vicky bent down to check on her. "She's alive," she declared after a few tense moments. "Just beyond the point of total exhaustion, I think," she told us cautiously.
"Fine." Sighing heavily, I stepped over her and on into the closet itself. "We'll leave her here for you to deal with for now, Vicky. Maria and I will go and see about doing some trading, and I'll look to see if we can rent a mule or borrow a wheelbarrow or something in town. If she can't help with even the least bit of walking, I seriously doubt me and Maria can drag her all the way through the forest and to any temple for healing – and she's in no shape to help take a single step right now!"
Opening the portal to the other side, I told her, "We'll go find something so we can deal with her, and we'll try and be back by no later than two o'clock if possible. If you can, Vicky, try and get a couple of Maria's protein drinks in her and don't let her play with herself anymore. Put the damn shinta shackles on her, if you need to and chain her arms behind her back. We'll be back as soon as possible!"
And, with that, I stepped through the portal and basically ran from having to deal with the mess than was Snow.