Men were not always tossed into the exact cage they had been in previous nights, and each cage could hold two males. The cages were made of bamboo and about 7 feet high and 7 feet wide.nnJeff and Martin happened to be doubled in the same cage on this warm balmy evening.nnJeff immediately fell to the cottony strips of fabric on the sands of the cage. "Good Lord," he said in a faint whisper. "Is that all these women want from us? Tickling our feet and procuring our sperm?"nnMartin, who likewise lie on his share of the fabrics, said, "I guess you are new and don't know the story."nnJeff turned to him. "Finally! Can you tell me what the fuck is going on here?"nn"Since my charming wife, Madame deSade, has a big mouth, I learned a lot more than I think most men who've been enslaved here have," Martin began. "I am not sure of the origin of these savage ticklers, but I think they may have been young girls who crash-landed here years ago. There were men who tried to take advantage of them, and raped them, and the guys were summarily killed, I believe, but not purposefully. The leader of the men was apparently very angry every time one of the young things tickled him to try and get them off of their bodies, and damn," Martin cried, "I can understand that! Anyway, somehow, they stumbled upon this sappy substance out of one of the big trees on the island, and they found out it could immoblize a man, and they also found out it could make him extremely horny. Whether the men found it or the girls, I don't know."nn"The beeba powder?" Jeff asked.nnMartin grimaced and closed his eyes, "yeah, beeba!