When he awoke that morning, he had been trapped in a mine and eight of hisfriends had gone missing. "I didn't know how good I had it back then," hetho...ght.Since then, he and his friends had discovered a society of women livingsecretly in a futuristic underground place called Doc's Complex. Beforethey found them, the eight missing members of their expedition had beenChanged, "with a capital C," he thought, into buxom, sexy, intelligent,beautiful Girls, "with a capital G," and when the rest of. Or even better, whenshe had the chance, to sink to her knees and press her nose deep intothe sweaty, musky crevice between his balls and his thigh and inhale hismost personal of scents. It was like some kind of heaven.She had no interest in the boys. They were nice, but they were not thecaptain.It was odd how it had developed. Ever since the last port, which shedidn't remember so well, things had gotten a little hazy. In fact, shehad trouble remembering anything before the stop. What she did. "My father has asked me to translate for him. He says that he is very glad to meet you. He also said he wishes to say something to you." Okay," I said, suddenly apprehensive. This was a new one on me.Mr. Mendoza looked at me as he spoke, and I stayed facing him as Jorge translated."He says that Kristina is his oldest daughter and so is very special to him, just as his oldest son is special to him." Jorge's voice was expressionless as he spoke. I saw Kristina, dressed in a simple black sweater. He had a new focus.Strangely, since beginning the build, he had not heard from her or even seen her shadowy form. He had to take regular breaks for masturbation or a go around with the Big Black, but all those experiences he has enjoyed over the past week weren’t there. He thought that maybe he did something wrong, that maybe is loyalty had faltered somehow. But at least with the altar finished and the artifact secured to the wall as instructed, things would go back to how they were. And they.