Chapter 10

 Darkness, mild velvet obscurity.

«Strange, -- Leolik thought, -- why is darkness so velvety to the touch? And why is it so dark, where am I on earth?»

All of a sudden, in the dark, tiny blue lights gave a flash. Some ringing in the ears…

-- Valera, wake up! Come on, Valera, my dear…

«What Varela, on hell? I’m Leolik…»

Eventually, tinnitus sounded like screaming, it grew higher and higher, until it turned into ultrasound and finally disappeared. Suddenly some light hit the eyes.

-- Thank God, the pupils are reacting! Alive, then. However, his shoulder is torn up badly. You'll have to close it, Zena. Oscar, hold him down.

Something pricked his forearm painfully.

– You're just crazy! -- Leolik yelled, trying to jump up, -- It hurts, you can't brand me! He opened his eyes and saw a woman standing beside him, wearing a white medical cap and a gauze bandage covering her face. -- Lie down, slave! -- the woman said imperiously, touching the collar around Leolik's neck with her hand. Leolik suddenly became weak, feeling sick, he fell down and closed his eyes. Then, abruptly, he felt a prick in the area of his forearm. It was disgusting. It seemed to him as if needles were being pushed into his hand, and then a thread followed the needle through his muscles. He wanted to vomit. And then he realized that he was in a hospital, and he was just being stitched up. «The main thing is that the insurance policy and money aren't required. And that's good,» -- this thought calmed him down. -- He's also got a hurt leg, -- a man's voice said. -- Let's see." Yes, a bad bruise, but the bones seem to be undamaged, still scraped up, of course.

Leolik suddenly felt a burning sensation in his leg below his knee. -- Mmm! -- he shouted.

-- Zena, wrap up his leg and put a plaster on his forearm. He seems to be shocked. I hope he hasn't lost his memory. And suddenly Leolik recalled how he had thrown baskets at the horses' faces, how they were frightened, turning abruptly the carriage around: «It was great. Well done!» All of a sudden, it looked funny to him and he began laughing out loud hysterically. – What is the matter with him, my Queen? -- Perhaps, the medicine is working. He'll have to have some sleep. Suddenly, Leolik recalled that before those events he had been walking with a girl. «Milena! What's wrong with her?!» -- he thought, trying to get up. However, some strong hands were keeping him. Then he suddenly felt pain in his left forearm. «An injection», -- he guessed. -- Is he a slave? -- a deep female voice rang out suddenly. -- I don't know, Zena. There is no brand, but there is nothing to understand either. A piece of skin is removed. But he has a collar on, so I don't think he's managed to do something wrong in our city. We'll consider him to be my pageboy. Keep an eye on him, Zena. I'll put a ban on his leaving the palace. First, let him come to his senses. Let him have fun with the girls. A handsome boy, I like him. Leolik heard all this while sleeping. He tried to tackle his half-asleep, trying to open his eyes, but for some reason they would not open. Then he felt himself being lifted and shifted. He passed out completely. ***

A dream, a strange dream, he was watching it. All of a sudden, he saw himself in a large mirror, then the mirror blurred, and he saw Milena instead of himself. Lelik was overjoyed, stretching out his hand, but it pressed against the glass and he was suddenly struck by a blue lightning bolt. The mirror cracked, shattering into pieces. His hand burned.

-- Damn, it hurts! -- he screamed and woke up. He opened his eyes. It was a blue night all around. His arm really ached like it had been struck by lightning. Leolik sat up in his bed and started looking around. Again, he was naked, having a bandage onto his leg, his right forearm ached. Leolik was sitting on a luxurious wooden canopy bed with four twisted pillars on the edges. The sheets were made of silk. The room had huge windows, blue light was streaming through. -- A nice camera. Is there a toilet here, I wonder? He slid off the bed and stood up on the floor with his feet. -- Damn, how my arm hurts! There were tiles on the floor. His bare feet splashing, with a limp, he came up to the window, There was a garden outside the window. Benches, sculptures, flower beds. Nothing interesting. Next to the window there was a glass door into this garden. Leolik moved away from the window and began looking around the room. Table, chairs, chest of drawers. Almost like at Milena's place. He walked around the room and found two doors. There was a round opening at the bottom of one of the doors. -- For cats, may be? -- he tried to open the door, but it was locked, – Well, the second door, is a bathroom, for sure. Yes, indeed, it turned out to be a bathroom. He came in. Everything was standard. A bronze bath, a washbasin, a toilet bowl. However, it was very spacious there. A mirror hung above the washstand. The window was huge, like another one in the room, so there was plenty of daylight. Leolik came up to the washstand and, looking in the mirror, began tearing the plaster off his hand, quietly. -- Damn, how it hurts!

Finally, he peeled off the patch and started examining his hand through the mirror. Some threads sticked out of his forearm. -- Well, not a stigma, thank God. Yet, by what have I torn my hand so much? Some little dingus on the coach. They make so much ornaments… Then he decided to examine his leg. He wrapped the bandage: -- Still what a bruise!

He looked in the mirror again and passed a hand over his cheek. There was no stubble. Nor was it between his legs, either: -- Indeed, a boy, -- he did not tinker with the bandages, -- it's OK. He sat down on the toilet bowl, took a leak, pressed the button, and went to bed. He awoke because the yellow sun was shining in his eyes. He tried to dodge it and get some more sleep, but no matter how he tossed and turned, the sun was getting to him. -- It's time to wake up! -- a deep female voice rang out suddenly. Leolik shuddered and opened his eyes. Beside the bed there was a dark-haired woman standing, in a suede skirt a bit above her knee, also wearing a matching bra. She was a little overweight, but, to tell the truth, tight and strong. – Who are you? -- Zena, and who are you, do you remember? -- I'm Leolik…

-- Well, it's good, at least you remember that. Leolik recalled that yesterday he already heard that name and that voice. «Zena -- must be the one who looks after me», -- he realized. Zena stepped closer and yanked the blanket off. Leolik blushed, trying to cover his phallus with his hands. – Still, where is your blindfold?

-- It slipped... -- the guy lied. -- Has it slipped off your arm, too? Well, surely, you must feel all right now, if you've taken off your bandages. Do you feel dizzy? I have to anoint your wounds. Zena approached the table by the window, picked up the jar that was standing there, and returned to the bed, then sat down on the edge of it.

-- Well, show me your leg. Leolik, without taking his hands away from his phallus, moved awkwardly sideways towards Zena on the bed. She grinned and began to smear some ointment onto his leg and then onto his shoulder with a glass stick.

– If you are against plasters, then you don't need to be bandaged, even more, because your wounds dried up. I hope they won't start rotting. -- Umm, I'd like to get dressed, -- Leolik mumbled. -- Get dressed? -- she suddenly laughed out loud. Then she came up to a chest of drawers near the wall, rummaged through it, and took out a gold-coloured rag. -- Come on, get up. Stop being shy! Yesterday I saw you completely.

Leolik sighed and got out of bed: «A skirt, again.» Zena wrapped this golden rag around his waist, fastened the buckles on his belt, and Leolik suddenly gasped. The skirt was like a pharaoh's one! Who the Pharaohs were Leolik remembered vaguely, kings apparently. But he recalled that they wore skirts of that particular fashion. «Wow, cool!» -- that skirt was definitely not a women's one. -- Am I supposed to wear underpants? – Have you already got used to wearing women's underwear? Go to the bathroom, wash your face, we'll feed you now, and the Queen's going to question you. Wait, I'll get you some slippers. She went back to the dresser, rummaged around, took out two slippers, and threw them to Lelik. The slippers were ordinary velvet flip flops. Leolik put them on and went to the bathroom. When he entered the bathroom, first of all he sat down onto the toilet bowl. Then, after taking off his skirt, he decided to take a shower in the bath. Hot and cold water flowed normally. «They have everything so cool here!» Then he approached the sink and began cleaning his teeth. His arm ached. After finishing with that, Leolik put on his Pharaoh's skirt again. He looked at himself in the mirror. The fabric of the skirt was a yellow-gold color, very pleasant to the touch. Leolik suddenly recalled Mara's pink underpants. «Damn, Mara'll become upset about her underpants. Milena said, they were her favourites, but I lost them and I don't know where they are, and so about the skirts, too. Milena! -- he suddenly remembered having thrown her into the bushes. Is she

alive?» All of a sudden, he thought: «I have to get out of here! Damn, damn, I don't even know her address or her city either…»

-- Leolik, come to have a meal! -- a woman's voice suddenly cried out from behind the door. Leolik shuddered and entered the room. There were three ladies in it. A served table was already arreanged in the middle of the room, with chairs around it. The whole table was covered by dishes, plates, glasses, bottles. The girls were standing near the table. A brunette, a brown-haired one and a blonde. All eyes were looking at Leolik. -- Here, Leolik, these are your milkmaids and intimate girlfriends, get acquainted to them, -- Zena said loudly. -- It's Kitty. A latina lady with curly hair and bright black eyes stepped forward. Kitty sat down in a half-bow in front of Leolik. -- This is Tyusya. The red-haired girl also curtsied. -- And that’s Nyusha. The blonde miss was plump, having white curls. Lelik did not know what to say in response. Most of all, he was embarrassed by the word «milkmaids». He suddenly recalled what Milena did with him. «Damn, are these going to do the same? Holy shit!» But in response, he said loudly: – I'm Leolik, it's a great pleasure for me, ladies. The girls burst out laughing. – Well, may be let's start our breakfast now? -- Kitty suddenly said, and everyone looked at Leolik questioningly. -- Of course! -- Leolik suddenly realized that everyone was waiting for his signal only, – Girls, let's have a meal.

The girls looked at each other and laughed in a merry manner. They sat Leolik at the head of the table. Kitty began walking around the table, serving soup from a porcelain tureen onto the plates. All the girls were wearing semi-transparent bras and the same translucent skirts. The ladies' nipples showed through their bras, and there was obviously nothing under their skirts. -- Zena, will you join us? -- Kitty asked. -- No, girls, I'll go to find him some shoes, the Queen is waiting for him.

-- Zena, can we fuck Leolik? Well, please... -- No. Not today, but tomorrow. -- Dibs on my milking Leolik first, -- Kitty shouted cheerfully.

Leolik, almost choked, becoming as red as beetroot. He grabbed a spoon and began eating the soup. Nyusha pushed the bread towards him. The soup was delicious. Then the second dish followed – fish. While eating he tried to sneak a peek at the girls. But as soon as he looked at one of them, they would look up and smile at him from the top of their mouths. Then one or the other girl jumped off the chair, went to Leolik and served him with fish, a piece of cheese, some salad, or poured a little wine. Yes, it tasted like wine, but somehow it wasn't intoxicating. -- Leolik, do you like to fuck up? -- Tusya asked suddenly. – And who do you like best among us? Girls, come on, stand up. Let Leolik take a look. They jumped up enthusiastically from the table, standing in front of him. -- Should we undress, may be? Leolik, so what do you think about that? -- Nyusha said. Leolik felt that the wine got stuck in his throat: «Oh my God, where's Zena, what the hell took her for so long!» Thank God, Zena came at last! Entering the door, she immediately understood everything by the look of Leolik. -- Kitty, not today, the Queen is awaiting him, and his arm and leg still hurt. Here you are, put the sandals on him. The girls enthusiastically rushed to fulfill that request. Leolik was sitting on a

chair, and they, sitting down in front of him, pulled on and buttoned up his sandals, eagerly looking under his wonderful skirt.

«Oh God, I don't wear any underpants now», -- Leolik thought, feeling his cock rise treacherously. When the sandals were put on, the ladies made him walk a bit. The heel was low, and Leolik liked it. He suddenly recalled Mara's high-heeled shoes. -- Well, are you full? -- Zena asked.

– I'm going to pop into the bathroom, and I'll be ready. He reached the bathroom, rinsed his mouth and hands. He had a look at himself in the mirror. He sighed and went out. – I'm ready, Zena. They left the room.