The Science Experiment Ch. 04

"Says who!" growled Ivan 1.

"Says the Russian government. You cannot detain anyone outside your city limits. I've checked your laws."

Ivan smiled and spoke in a testosterone filled voice, "You read wrong. Testeekul enforcement cannot detain a Russian suspected of committing a crime once outside Testeekul but we can detain and return anyone who is not of Russian descent."

He squatted to look Sumpter directly in the eye and poked a thick finger into his chest as he continued to talk, "but we can do whatever the hell we want to scum like you." He looked around at the other men who were all grinning. "You really are fucking idiots!"

"I was right," Ivan 4 interjected.

"Yea, you were. Good work," said #2. "The boss will be pleased that you put the tracking device on their truck."

"She sure will," agreed #4. "I told you. Look at their arms. Fucking assholes," he mumbled.

Puller and Sumpter realized their mistake as they looked at the four security officers. None had any facial or body hair. None.

"They were idiots," thought Puller. They hadn't thought of everything after all.

Ivan 1 and 2 left with the abducted females in a helicopter, apparently returning to Testeekul, while the other two transported a cuffed, bound and gagged Puller and Sumpter in the SUV. Four hours later they re-entered Gate 9, this time without being detained. Ten minutes later they were parked in front of an impressive pink marble building. A busty ebony skinned woman with a perfect hourglass figure met and led them down several fights of stairs. Eventually they entered a large area containing a bank of holding cells along one wall. They appeared to be the only ones here. The cells were clean but small and furnished with only a floor mattress and toilet. They were located well below ground level. There was not a window anywhere in sight. While the dark-skinned beauty instructed the prisoners, accompanying guards cut the zip ties around their wrists and removed their gags. The prison doors were short and after everyone had left the lights were turned off leaving them in complete blackness.

A few hours later, two young females appeared. They were dressed professionally and of course were equally beautiful to all of the other females the guys had seen in this surreal place. The taller blonde wore slacks and a white top while the shorter one wore a skimpy skirt and sleeveless top that clung to her ample bosom. Behind the taller blonde stood three well defined muscle-heads. These three wore no shirts but had on some kind of chaps-type pant that covered their legs but revealed both their muscular asses and the largest set of cocks the Seals had ever seen. The three were powerfully built and cut. They stood in the posture the guys had seen from the rooftop – heads down, arms behind back. All five appeared more than fit and very capable.

"Do not look at me male!" the blonde woman who appeared to be in charge ordered when Puller looked up. She glared at the two foreigners while reaching behind to stroke the cocks of two of the hulks standing just behind and to either side. Puller looked down while the shorter blonde unlocked and entered the cell.

"Do not move," she said.

Using scissors she proceeded to cut his clothes off and tossed everything out of the cell where it was gathered by the third guard. She exited the cell to the giggles of the other females. Puller immediately knew the reason for their reaction. Compared to the woman's protection detail's cocks that she had been stroking, his seemed miniscule in comparison. He covered his midsection with his hands but the blonde snapped, ordering him to assume a deferential position. "So that was what this posture was called," he thought.

"Make him drink," the in-charge blonde ordered!"

The shorter blonde ordered Puller to lie on the floor. Standing over him she lifted her skirt. She was naked and shaved. Squatting over his mouth she hovered an inch above. "Open our moth and accept my fluid. You will drink until I tell you to stop." Her tone was matter-of-fact and without emotion.

"Drink your piss?" Puller exclaimed.

The woman nodded.

"Never!"

"You will, foreigner. You will do so willingly," said the taller blonde, still stroking the massive erect cocks just outside the cell. "You will."

"Not on your life."

"But maybe on yours," she said smiling wryly.

The shorter blonde left Puller and his cell was secured. The short busty blonde moved on to Sumpter's cell and waited for the third man to unlock his door. She repeated the process while the blonde and her male assistants moved to observe the stripping. The process of cutting him out of his clothes was completed and laughter soon followed once more. The shorter blonde told him to lie and receive her fluid but he refused to even move from his standing position. The two females grinned, seeming to know more then they spoke. The shorter blonde lowered her tight skirt that accentuated a sweet muscular ass and left while the massive guard made sure the cell was locked.

Glaring at Puller and then Sumpter's midsection he smirked with an arrogant expression, letting each man take a long look and admire the size of his genitals. The others walked away and he soon followed, turning off the lights and vanishing up the stairs.

"What do you make of that?" Sumpter called out.

"I'm trying to put the pieces together. Don't you think it's the women that run this place?"

"I was thinking the same thing."

"That blow job last night, the woman yelling at us for being out, the Ivan dude referring to his boss as if she was a woman, the guys standing in some kind of deferential posture, the male guards mostly naked while the women were dressed normally and the chick stroking two guys at once....." He paused still in thought.

"That babe acted like she could do whatever she wanted to those any one of those studs even though they looked like they could have broken her in half."

Puller agreed, "I know, and that's what I don't get. I mean, the babes are beautiful and fit, but these guys," he shook his head. "They are all muscle-heads and really scary looking dudes."

"The guy that put me into the car when we were back at the border almost crushed my arm when he grabbed it. I don't think Wiley could put a dent in that guy, let alone hurt him."

"And Wiley killed a lot of Iraqis."

"Maybe they are all on roids of some kind."

"I don't care to find out. I think we'll have a better chance with the women than the guys."

"Let's hope so."

Puller added, "Looks like we might get your wish granted and be staying here after all."

"That was your wish, not mine," Sumpter reminded him. "I don't think I want any parts of this place."

"Me neither. Hindsight tells me we should have been satisfied with the women available back home."

"I was thinking the same thing but we can't change what happened. Let's just get out of here if we can."

They saw no one for the remainder of the day. Actually they had no idea when the day ended and night began. Existing in a lightless world they lost track of time. They talked but no escape plan was made. There were no options at the time and they knew nothing of the building in which they were being housed. They were helpless and needed to see what the next step would be on the part of the female I charge. Likely they'd be formally charged of kidnapping at some point, that is if this place was as civilized as they believed. They were beginning to have their doubts.

Both knew they were on their own. No one knew of their plot or where they were. This mission had been kept under wraps without anyone else in the know. Even if the US government knew of their whereabouts they were unlikely to come to the aid of two rogue Navy Seals no matter how much they wanted to help. What these two did was a clear breach of local and international law. Human trafficking was considered one of the lowest forms of crime and only the sickest even considered being a part of such a racket. They slept lightly, waiting for what was to come next.

Many hours later, and what Puller and Sumpter assumed was the following day, the same five returned. Again the tall blonde stood massaging the two massive erections while the other male unlocked the door and told first Puller and then Sumpter to drink her juice. Both declined and she left each cell after asking only once.

"Seal the cells," called the tall blonde to the third man. She grabbed the two males by their cocks and toted them down the hall and up the stairs. They followed compliantly. The shorter blonde watched as the third guard slid two thick sliding barriers along the inner side of the open barred door. The barriers were padded and sealed Puller and Sumpter completely from one another and anyone on the outside.

"Enjoy some peace and quiet boys," the male grunted sarcastically and slammed the barrier door completely shut.

The additional wall served as a sound barrier and neither prisoner could communicate with the other. Apparently the floor and other walls were similarly insulated. Both tried tapping on something solid but no return response ever came.

They sat in blackness for what seemed an eternity. Several days came and went without anyone checking on them. Both realized they were most likely being monitored from above but they remained in complete solitary confinement. Every now and then, sleeves of crackers and bread were dropped through an opening above. It was all they had to eat but it was not enough. Soon hunger and especially thirst occupied their thoughts more often than not. They hadn't defecated in days and their urine stream was minimal and wreaked of ammonia. Their mouths became parched, and the skin on their body tented when pinched. They were excessively dehydrated.

Sumpter wondered if they would be left here to die. He wondered about this strange city. To the average outsider it appeared to be nearly perfect. Although most knew nothing more than it as an affluent city whose inhabitants lived in luxury due to the multibillion dollar solar and medical conglomerates that were based here, only a select few were aware of the physical beauty of its inhabitants making it that much more alluring to those that knew. But now that he had seen it personally Sumpter thought it was no different than any one of its communist neighbors. Their treatment of prisoners violated the Geneva Convention and did so with blatant arrogance. Nevertheless, he wondered why every inhabitant was so physically blessed, why men were so reluctant to question or challenge women, and speculated he had stumbled on a society that was unlike any other on the planet – one in which females reigned superior to men.

Amidst the impenetrable silence which had been for what he thought had been at least a week, a soft voice came through an overhead speaker. "Sumpter," the woman asked, "do you care to drink from my juice? I ask only once."

She said nothing more. He thought. His body craved fluids and as much as he did not want to cave to the will of his captors he knew he would die without water.

"I will," he whispered after remaining silent in thought for several minutes.

Nothing more was said. A minute later the front wall retracted and a brute of a man stood next to the shorter blonde. The lights remained off but they navigated using a penlight. The blonde entered finding Sumpter already lying supine. Squatting over him she aimed the penlight at her pussy and released a small flow of her juice. It filled his mouth and he swallowed. She waited for over a minute while he held his mouth agape. Then she let another trickle of the warm fluid fill is mouth once more. He swallowed. She stood and quickly left and the wall was slid in place once again.

Puller heard his door open and he stood having agreed to her offer as well.

"You don't want?" She asked.

"I do."

"You don't."

Understanding, he quickly lay on his back. The woman smiled. He couldn't see her expression but she was pleased. She filled his mouth only once and then left. Her juice both satisfied and tortured them. It was delicious, if only because it was wet but it also prolonged their agony and it was only a fraction of what they craved. When the offer was extended again, many hours later, both men were already on the floor when she came through the door. This time she gave each four mouthfuls.

The next day, or what they thought was the next day, no offer was extended. Puller thought of nothing else but to drink from her cunt. Sumpter had identical thoughts. They were being broken and maybe had been broken already.

One of the nearly naked muscular guards appeared in front of each cell door, finding both men lying on the cold tile. They were not doing well and the cells stank of ammonia. Dragging them to their feet they hustled them to a shower facility. Cuffing their hands behind their back and taping their mouths they turned on the cold water and rinsed away nearly two weeks of sweat, grime and body odor. However, they did not let them drink from the showerhead. Pushing them forward still wet, they entered an elevator and soon found themselves in a large ornately decorated room. It was a courtroom of sorts. The dominant color in the high walled room was scarlet that blended with the deep hues of the wooden furniture and ornately decorated walls. The front of the room was elevated and on the scarlet carpeted stage sat seven plush chairs arranged in an open semicircle.

Immediately in front of the stage, on both the right and left were two six-foot square wooden platforms of about three feet in height. Puller thought these must be where the plaintiff and accused stood. A carved wooden railing separated the stage and platforms from the rows of seats on the other side. The seating was similar to a theater, low in the front, inclined as one walked toward the back. On either side of the room ran two isles. Each wall was ornately carved and every depiction on each wall was that of a woman. Men were included but always portrayed as more of an afterthought than the females. To Puller, it appeared the courtroom had a capacity of about two hundred. The room was dark, except for a single spotlight over the accused platform.

During the hour that followed, the room filled. Not a single man was in attendance although many naked males were stationed throughout the courtroom. Two stood by each of the back doors. Two more on either side of the stage where the seven chairs were arranged. Seven behind each of the seven chairs; two stood on each of the two raised platforms and another twenty were positioned along either isle facing inwardly toward the females seated. Every male stood in a position of deference and every male's cock stood fully engorged. Puller thought they must all have taken a double dose of Viagra. Even in his decrepit condition the sight of them made him smile. They were indeed subservient to the women in this city. He could tell that the function of the guards was protective but he also wondered if they served as eye-candy for the females. He wasn't sure as he hadn't noticed anyone paying them uch attention..

A woman appeared on the stage. She was about thirty with long dark flowing hair, long muscular legs and a perfect body. She wore a gold corset and expensive looking jewelry on her arms, and neck. The corset reminded Puller of something worn in ancient Egypt. Her breasts rested comfortably supported by the conical extensions of the gold corset. Whoever made this thing must have formed a golden cone and then sliced it vertically to form two half-cones. One half supported the underside of each of her two perfect tits. The voluptuous orbs rested inside each of the cones and filled them completely. The corset itself extended only to the hip bones and tapered into a V, ending just above the pubis, leaving her naked pussy visible and giving the observer the illusion of long sensuous legs. The woman was indeed beautiful and the two men couldn't imagine ever seeing a more perfectly put-together feminine form. Those in attendance stood when she came to the edge of the stage.

She spoke and the room grew instantly silent. "We convene this session of the City Council of the Wise to try the case of the abduction of Mistress Anna and Mistress Petra by the two males that stand before us. The Council of the Wise has already heard the testimony of the two abductees. Each told of their abduction on the night of Friday April 12 at approximately 10pm. Each woman was taken separately by these two males, drugged, bound, and stowed in a transport vehicle. Each described being rescued by our security males at the Russian/Moldovan border during the late morning of April 13. Neither woman was harmed but Testeekul law was broken and these violations must be dealt with."

"These men are accused," she continued, "of the following: Illegal entrance to into the city; breaking and entering into the Montressa warehouse; illegally walking on Bridge Street without a supervising female; assault and abduction of Mistress Anna; assault and abduction of Mistress Petra; illegal administration of prescription medications to both Mistress Anna and Mistress Petra; illegal transport of Testeekul females across border lines; kidnapping and human trafficking."

The females in attendance grew noticeably hushed and serious and all eyes focused on the two bound and gagged men on the platform. The scale of their offences were not to be taken lightly with the most serious being the kidnapping and human trafficking ones. Many realized that the two females taken could just as easily have been them and as a result, no sympathy was visible on any of the women listening.

The beautiful woman paused and welcomed, with an open hand, the presence of the reminder of the Council of the Wise. When they reached their seats, she returned and stood with them on the far right. Puller peaked, watching the procession. The Chair of the Council who stood in the center of the seven stepped forward.

"Please be seated," she said to all. The Council Chair was Mistress Michelle although her identity would never be conveyed to the two prisoners. She had been in this position since Testeekul's inception and was known by all as the founder of the city. She was revered by all and immortalized throughout the city and within the courtroom. It was she who the craftswomen had carved on the side walls, administering justice and carrying the Torch of the Righteous. Dressed similarly to the others on the Council she stood out as the most beautiful of them all. Stunning, elegant, shapely and confident, she was now more than fifty years of age but looked no more than half that. Her body resembled that of a graduate student or recently married woman. Her skin was smooth and unmarked. Her face was bright and alert and her body still maintaining its exquisite shape softness. All could see her strength. She needn't not force it on anyone; it was simply who she was. She wore a delicate crown filled with diamonds and blue sapphires and a necklace that was similar in design. The room remained silent and an air of deep respect could be felt by all when she took the stage.

Mistress Michelle pushed a lock of her brunette hair aside and came to the very edge of the stage. She looked directly at Puller and Sumpter and motioned with her index finger for them to approach the floor beneath.

The two came, still cuffed and taped. They stood looking up at her.

"Do not look up at one so far above you!" she hissed.

Both men quickly bowed their heads respectfully.

Putting her hand on Puller's head she addressed him. "Do you care to fill your belly with my juice and in doing so demonstrate your submission to me and all of the females here?"

The offer was tempting. He was having a difficult time even speaking now that his throat was so dry. His body required gallons, not cups of water. But her offer of even a drop almost broke his spirit when she made her offer. Although it was not intended as an act of kindness he viewed the offer as such. Ignoring the last part of whatever it is she had said about submission he pondered her offer for only a minute and just as she squeezed his hair and dug her sharp nails into his scalp he nodded. Michelle yanked his head back with one hand and tore the tape free from his mouth with the other.