Blondie and Red

They entered the women's section, which housed a small pool of clear water, a few buckets under taps, and a latrine connected to a drain.

"Get undressed," Kelly told Blondie, turning on one of the taps to fill up a bucket, before stepping out of her own underwear.

"What is that for?" Blondie pointed towards the toilet.

"It's to shit and piss," Kelly replied, raising her skirt and stepping over the dugout clay toilet. She turned away from Blondie, crouched down on her legs, and let out a stream.

"What are you doing?" Blondie asked in bewilderment.

"Pissing?"--she raised a brow-- "Haven't you pissed before?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.

Blondie shook her head.

"Haven't you been here for two days already?" she asked in wonder and worry. "Maybe you haven't been drinking enough water. You should drink more," she said, shaking her head at herself.

Blondie wisely chose not to correct her. She was sure she had been drinking as much water as her body craved or needed, and so had Red, and she had never seen him piss. She silently took off her clothes as Kelly wiped herself with a leaf from a large bucket of leaves to the side, before chucking it in a trash can to the side.

"Just throw them in the trash," Kelly said to Blondie's clothes.

Blondie discarded her leaf skirt, but she kept her feathered bra in her bag.

"What do I do now?" Blondie asked.

"Ah, fuck it! I might as well take another bath with you," Kelly told her. She undressed herself and picked up a mug to pour the water over Blondie's head as Blondie took in Kelly's naked form. Her breasts were smaller than hers, but just like her, she had a slit hidden in the bush of her groin. It made Blondie even more confused. Kelly's form seemed very similar to hers, but she was sure that she didn't have to piss.

Am I similar to Red or am I similar to Kelly? Or are we all different?

Kelly helped her wash, pouring water over her head as she washed the grime of her hair and body.

"Oh, God! You're beautiful!" Kelly exclaimed, once Blondie turned around after she dumped a bucket over her head.

"Thank you," Blondie said, a tinge of pride welling in her heart, "You're pretty as well."

"How are these even real?" Kelly said, extending a finger and touching Blondie's breast just to make sure. "You'll have the men in the village wrapped around your fingers in no time!"

"Why?"

"And, you're innocent! I hope you stay that way even after you regain your memories," Kelly told her, taking her hand and leading her to the pool.

The two females enjoyed a quick soak before Blondie dressed herself in her new clothes. She had no trouble with wearing them.

"This is why I say it's aliens. You don't know how to piss but you can clothe yourself? Ah, before I forget. If you get a strange urge in your vagina, come to the toilet and do what I did. Don't piss yourself. I think you'll know when it happens," Kelly told her before they stepped out.

Almost everyone who was still within the camp paused to stare at Blondie as Kelly led her through the camp. There were at least a couple of gazes that Blondie felt that she didn't like. For the first time since she arrived, she felt glad to be modestly clothed.

Blondie followed Kelly around for the rest of the morning, helping her in her chores as she showed her how things worked in the camp. Everyone had different jobs: hunting, gathering, cooking, cleaning, constructing, and so on. People did what they were best at and shared the workload on the meanest of the jobs. They had a good system going, and everyone seemed to respect the kind and jovial Albert.

The village also had tamed animals. There were a few wild pigs and rabbits in enclosures, but the stunted camels, as the villagers called them, were the most interesting. They were dumb, gentle creatures, and could be made to do anything as long as food was involved. They were seven feet tall, and had snouts and ears akin to a camel.

The villagers came together for lunch at noon, and ate a meal of archeop stew and grilled tubers and vegetables.

"Girl, you sure can eat," Kelly laughed, noticing that Blondie ate more than most of the men. It made Blondie even more unsure over her identity as she had controlled herself and not eaten to her fill.

"So, what's your story," a woman asked Blondie.

Blondie pondered over what to say, before recanting her episode with the ursa and pterodactyl, leaving most of their journey out and making it seem that it happened on her second day in the world. She also gave most of the credit of fighting to Red.

"This Red sure is a tough lad," Albert started, in his thick scottish accent, after Blondie finished her story, "We haven't seen an ursa before, but those pterodactyls are dangerous creatures. There were forty of us at first, Blondie. We've lost at least ten of them to pterodactlys when we chose to remain near that damned volcano.

"It would take five of us to confidently face off against one, and we have crossbows and steel. It would have been a gift to have had Red amongst us. Seems like a brave and nice lad."

"How did you manage to come all this way in one day?" Ryan suddenly asked.

Blondie noticed that he seemed a little displeased.

"Er... I saw him fall into the river, so I ran all day. I don't even know how far I travelled," Blondie lied again. She felt wrong for doing so, but something told her that she needed to be a little wary.

"Blondie..." Albert began before Ryan could question her more, "I hate to say this. But it is very unlikely that Red survived the fall. You should just live your life and hope he will find us, if he survived," he told her gently.

Hearing it from Albert made Blondie's eyes water. "I know," she said, wiping her eyes, "but I won't give up on him."

The rest of the day was spent mostly in chores, before the sun began to set. For dinner, they roasted a wild pig over fire, and consumed a drink called alcohol. Blondie liked the flavor of the drink, but Kelly warned her to not drink too much. So, instead, she sneakily ate extra food when she thought no one was looking. She had to be sneaky, as she found herself consuming at least twice the amount of food that everyone else was eating.

"Where will Blondie sleep tonight? We don't have a spare tent," Kelly asked, after dinner.

Some of the ladies offered to share their tents but Ryan stepped forwards. "She can have my tent. I will sleep with Matias until we set up a tent for her. It's her first day. Better to give her some privacy," he said.

Kelly agreed.

"Thank you!" Blondie said to the two siblings as they led her to Ryan's tent. Kelly took her gratitude with a gracious smile, but Ryan seemed distracted.

Once they reached the tent, he opened the tent flap and invited them inside. It was a spacious ten by ten-foot leather enclosure with a bed, a table, and a chair, along with a lantern.

"You can use my bed like it's your own," Ryan told her, but Blondie felt there was more to his words.

However, he left soon afterwards, and Kelly spent some time with Blondie, before heading back to her mud house.

Blondie curled up on the cot, under the feather covers. Sleep did not come immediately, but when it finally did, she dreamt of herself and Red. They were riding on stunted camels and chasing after a flock of terror-birds, hunting them. They made an unbeatable team as they brought down one terror-bird after another with their steel crossbows and pikes.

Suddenly, her dream was broken by the sound of movement in the room. She glanced over her covers and found Ryan's form hovering over the cot, his form lit by the moonlight streaming through the holes and openings in the tent. "What?" she asked him.

"Matias' bed is small, and I can't seem to fall asleep on the ground. Do you mind if we share the bed? It's large enough," he asked, prodding at the feather covers over her.

"Sure," she agreed, immediately scooting to the edge of the cot. It was his bed, and she didn't think too much of sharing it with him.

A lascivious grin sprouted on his face as he got under the covers and lay beside her. Blondie turned away from him and lay silently on her side.

He was still for a few moments, before a hand sneaked over her arm, his body pressing against her back. "For warmth," he muttered in her ear.

Blondie did not respond, and soon his palm began to sneak under her shirt. He quickly pulled down her bra and cupped her bulge that was almost too big for his hand. "Kelly was right. These are Godly!" he said, squeezing it tightly-- almost painfully. And then he took her nipple between his fingers and pinched, sending a jolt of electricity through her body-- pain and pleasure.

"Stop!" Blondie whispered.

"Don't you feel good?" he asked, cupping her other breast and tickling her nipple. Blondie couldn't not deny the strange arousal in her body.

"I can make you feel even better," he said, turning her on her back and pushing up her shirt and bra, exposing her magnificent mounds. "Oh God! What I wouldn't do to fuck you," he said as he took in her form. He cupped her left breast in his hand and dove for the other. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he began to suck on it, loudly and without abandon.

"Stop!" she cried again, as discomfort combined with a strange sort of pleasure. She knew instinctively that something was wrong with what was happening.

"It's alright. It's just the memories. Once you get them back, all of this will feel natural," he said, slowly sending his fingers down her stomach, flicking her navel and putting his finger in it. He prodded around, before extending his fingers into her skirt.

When he reached her golden, curly bush, he lightly plucked on her hairs before sliding his fingers down her slit and two lips. Blondie couldn't deny her own arousal, especially when the rough of his hand brushed against her nub.

Ryan felt her dampness and gave himself a mental punch of victory. He twiddled with her nub for a moment before taking his finger to her opening, for insertion.

By that time Blondie wanted it as badly as Ryan, but suddenly Red's face popped up in her mind, and for some reason it drove all her arousal away.

"NO! she screamed, shoving him away and getting off the bed. "If I can't sleep here, I will sleep elsewhere."

A flash of wicked anger crossed his face, only for a fraction of a second, before he turned apologetic. "I am so sorry," he said, quickly getting off the bed. "I shouldn't have rushed it. I will leave," he said regretfully, before quickly scurrying out of the tent.

Blondie stared at the tent flap in confusion. She couldn't make any sense of what happened. Ryan had not done anything truly hurtful, and his hands had felt oddly nice in certain places. Yet, what he had done also felt intrusive and uncalled for, especially as he had done it without any explanation or permission.

However, she began to feel a little guilty for pushing him away so rudely. He and her sister had welcomed her to their village and provided her with food and shelter. She decided she needed to apologize to him. Maybe what he had done was something natural, and she wouldn't have cared if she had her memories.

She waited for a few minutes to compose herself and decided on what she wanted to say, before stepping out of the tent. But before she could find her way to his tent, she heard loud guffaws from the direction of the large crackling campfire at the center of the village.

Her instinct told her that she would find Ryan over there, and something in her mind urged her to eavesdrop.

The two moons in the sky provided plenty of light. However, they also cast long shadows behind the tents and the houses. Blondie crouched down low, and slowly crept around the tents, towards the campfire.

She reached the tent closest to the campfire and peered from behind it. Five men sat around the fire, drinking large mugs of the liquid they called alcohol. She tried listening to their conversation, but she was too far away to make sense of it. I need to get closer.

She looked around and spotted the tank to the right of the campfire. She circled around to it and scurried to it on all fours, from the mud house nearest to it. She heard loud moans and grunts coming from the house, which she knew belonged to Kelly and Albert.

"I can't believe you got spurned by a woman who doesn't even know what fucking is," laughed one of the men. "You're a pretty boy, Ryan, but them girls don't seem to like you much."

"Dumb cunts! Don't know what they're missing. And fuck that bitch!" Ryan spat.

"Can't say I am not happy about the turn of events, though. Now, I won't feel so bad about trying my luck with her. This new bitch is fucking hot. Must've been a supermodel back on Earth. Fuck, I don't think I've ever seen anyone so good-looking."

"She's dumb enough to have been a supermodel," laughed another. "Probably has been fucked way too many times without even knowing it."

"Or maybe gangbangs. I heard those models were into them."

"Let's rape her," Ryan whispered under his breath, making the men fall silent. Blondie didn't quite understand what he said. She didn't know what rape was, nor did she know what fucking meant. However, she could tell that he didn't intend well for her. Suddenly, she felt dirty about having been touched by him.

"Let's take her into the woods like we did with those two chicks with weird names," Ryan continued. "We will take turns like before. The bitch has eyes at the top of her head, but a gangbang or two will bring them right back down."

"She's probably been in a few on earth," repeated the gangbang-person from before.

Ryan continued, "I will tell Albert that I am taking her to search for her fucktard boyfriend. You boys join me later. It will avoid suspicion."

"Ryan," someone finally whispered. "Do you think this is a good idea after what happened last time? Albert was pretty suspicious about them disappearing without saying a word."

"That was her own fault for getting killed. That bitch tried to drive a knife through my eye," Ryan cursed. "I don't plan on killing this bitch, though. She is too pretty for that. We just need to train her a little. If things go wrong, we will just tell the others that she met up with her boyfriend and the two of them took off together.

"And if Albert gives us more trouble, we will arrange a coup. He's outlasted his usefulness, anyway. I know how to smelt iron, now. If he doesn't fall in line, we will off him,"

"He is your sister's husband!" said a voice Blondie recognized belonging to a dark-skinned man.

"It's not like they have a child together. She can find a new one. Don't you have a thing for her, Keyes? Maybe you'll get your chance. Just treat her well."

After that, Blondie decided that she had heard enough.

These people are animals! I need to get away!

But, she couldn't immediately run away. The gates of the village were closed, and she couldn't open them without making too much noise. She was not aware of any other openings in the palisade, and she couldn't climb over the sharp stakes.

So, she waited for the men to take another swig of their drink, before scurrying away. Instead of heading straight back to her tent, she bee-lined for the outhouse/bath.

Locking the door, she discarded her clothes, washed herself, and got into the pool. A few minutes later, she heard a light knock on the door.

"Blondie are you in there?" she heard Ryan speak.

She stiffened and sat up in the pool. "Yes," she muttered.

"What are you doing at this time of the night?"

"Er... Taking a piss."

"Oh... Look, Blondie. I am sorry about earlier. I was a little drunk."

"I understand."

"How about I help you search for your friend, tomorrow? The others have chores, but I can excuse myself and help you search along the river. I will bring my machete and crossbow along, and I can protect you," he said, softly.

His voice was so pleasant that for a moment Blondie wondered if she misheard him earlier. "Okay, thank you. That will be a great help."

"Just wanted to let you know. I will let you do your business in peace," he said, before walking away.

Blondie waited for a few minutes before she got out of the pool, dressed herself, and went back to sleep in her tent. Based on their words, she didn't think she was in any immediate danger, so she tried to get as much rest as possible.

***

Early the next morning, Blondie was woken up by Kelly. "Ryan wants to take you in search of Red," she told her.

"I know. He told me last night," Blondie said, getting up and grabbing her belongings.

"I think he wants to impress you," Kelly smiled.

Blondie did not understand why he would want to impress her, but she simply nodded. She decided she could not understand these people.

Kelly walked her to the smithy where they found Ryan speaking with Albert. Blondie noticed that the men she had seen at the campfire, the previous night, were nowhere to be seen.

"Good Morning, Blondie!" Albert greeted her with a wide smile. "Ryan tells me that you wanted to try searching for your friend, today."

"Yes."

"Then let me go get you a better spear," he said, hurrying off into his house. He returned with a long sturdy bamboo pole with an iron spearhead. "You can have it if you can prove yourself with it," he told her, handing her the spear and taking the flimsy wooden one from her hand.

"Thank you, Albert," Blondie smiled back at him. She truly thought he was a kind person, but he was only one person amongst twenty-seven. Somehow, she didn't entirely trust Kelly, and she didn't know any of the others well enough to understand them.

"Ready to go, Blondie? Wish us luck, Sis. Maybe we will return with one of the best fighters that our village has ever seen," he said to them cheerfully.

"That'd be great!"

***

The river now curved east and Ryan led blondie along its bank on the right. It was also much wider and deeper than before, as it was constantly fed by numerous streams flowing through the forest.

"What's on the other side?" Blondie asked as they walked.

"Don't know. We sent an expedition a year back, but they never returned."

"Why didn't you go looking for them?"

"That'd be stupid."

Blondie chose not to add anything to the statement. Ryan kept talking and as they walked further from the village, his behavior changed. His speech turned less convivial, and his eyes roamed her body without inhibition. He leisurely walked on her right, slowly inching towards her with each step, holding his crossbow over his shoulder.

Blondie knew that he would make his move when he met up with his friends, and she had no intention to be surrounded. She came to an abrupt halt and his hand bumped into her behind.

"What?" he asked, bringing down his crossbow. He made no attempt to remove his hand, instead creeping it under her skirt and caressing her thigh, before moving it higher.

Without giving him any warning, she swung her spear, knocking the crossbow out of his hands. She then turned around and sent a knee into his gut, making him fall on his behind.

"What the hell!" he cried, trying to get up, but he suddenly felt the blade of her spear against his neck.

"I don't care about your village, and I don't plan on returning," she told him sternly. "I've killed two ursa's and a pterodactyl, and if you try to follow me, I swear I will kill you."

Ryan gulped and nodded, realizing for the first time that Blondie wasn't the defenseless woman he had presumed her to be.

"Give me that belt and the machete," she ordered him.

He hastily removed it and tossed them to her. She moved back a little and planted the spear into the grass. "If you move an inch, I will put the spear through your heart," she told him, picking up the belt and tying it around her waist, while keeping her eyes on him. The back of the belt also had a small quiver full of crossbow bolts-- wooden ones with pointy iron heads.