Life on Netori Island - Chapter 13

Patrick and Al finished their lunch at the common cafeteria, Al looked at Patrick’s plate and then up at Patrick again.

“Why?” Al said, getting up.

“Why what?” Patrick replied.

“Why do you always eat pancakes?  Day in and day out you eat the pancakes for lunch,” Al said. “Were you a picky eater as a kid?”

“Actually I’m willing to eat lots of different foods,” Patrick said. He slipped his plate into the dirty dish tub. “It’s just that this goddamn place serves only healthy food, and the whole wheat pancakes with syrup is the least healthy thing they have.  I want a hamburger with fries.  I want a cake that tastes like cake.  Do you remember cheese?”

“Of course I do, I made a mean grilled cheese sandwich. I’d put mayo on the outside to make sure it was golden brown.”

“I’d kill for a quesadilla,”  Patrick threw his napkin in the trash.

“You don’t like dropping a few pounds?”  Al said, poking Patrick’s stomach. “Almost everyone here besides the patricians are looking fit enough to run a marathon, including yourself.”

“That’s the problem, everyone’s good looking.  The only tail I got apart from my wife this past week was that girl on free use duty.”

“How about after work we start going to the gym?  If we’re not in the fields we’ll get too thin.”

“Ugh, even more health?”

“More tail, Patrick. You have to look on the bright side of things.”  Being reminded of Joanna, he looked at the free use platform and there she was.  Lying on a bench and staring at the ground.  She was filthy. “Patrick, I’ll see you later.  I have a couple things to take care of.”

Joanne in the cafeteria.

The woman seemed to be in her late twenties and had a head of shorter red curly hair.  Her breasts were very shapely, though not as large and perfect as Jo’s.  As he approached and smiled, the woman looked at him.  When he got to her she started to remove her black bikini bottom and spread her legs wide.  Her thighs were covered with dried remains of days of lovemaking.

“Fuck me,”  She said.

“Hi,” Al replied, ignoring the proposition. He mustered the courage to offer his hand, knowing he would be going straight to the men’s room and scrubbing his hands. “My name is Al.”

His words seemed to snap her out of the spell and looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes. “You’re not here to use me?”  

“No, you look pretty tired.”

“I am,” she whispered, shaking his hand. “My name’s Joanna, it’s nice to meet you.” The woman put her bikini back on and sat up.

“Would you like me to grab some food for you?”

“Sure!” she said loudly. “I mean, yes please.”

Al was back with a bulgur wheat salad and a hummus wrap, along with a tall glass of water.  Joanna took the tray from him and started munching.  “Thank you Al,” she said. Her words were muffled by the wrap she was shoving in her face.

“Not a problem, are you supposed to stay by the platform until you’re done with your duty?”

“Actually no, it’s just to help people see that I’m here,” she said. “I am able to go where I want.  I just have to wear the black bikini until I’m pregnant.”  She started.

“So why are you still here?”

“I didn’t want to go back to my cabin,” she said while tears formed in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, to split up with your husband in front of so many people.”

“Don’t be, it was my own choice.”

“What about that guy who was with you at the beginning?  George, was it?”

“He stopped fucking me after the first day. He stopped talking to me after the third day.  George doesn’t look at me now.  Right now I only get one or two men a day now, even the really horney bastards got bored with me.”  She looked at her food and pushed away the try.  “I’m not hungry anymore.”

They sat there for a few moments before Al realized what he had to do. “Would you like to crash at my place for a few days?  Living in the cafeteria can’t be good for your sleep.”

“You don’t have to go through all this just to sleep with me Al.  I can bend over the table and we can keep talking while you fuck me.”

“I don’t want to sleep with you.  I want to help you.”  He got up and took her tray. “I want to be your friend.  Look, I get off work at five.  Do you want me to swing by and bring you to my cabin?”

“What about your wife?” she said.

“It won’t be a problem.  I can do whatever I want.”  He laughed.

“Umm, OK,” she said.  “I’ll crash at your place for a few days.”

…

When Al got back to the cafeteria after work,  Joanna was on the platform and bent over.  A talk muscular black man was fucking her with long fast strokes.  Joanna was making sounds of enjoyment, filling the corner of the cafeteria with moans.  Al was tired and he simply didn’t care anymore.

“Buddy, how much longer are you going to be?”

“Almost there, come back in a few minutes.”  The man’s huge dong compressed a little before going in on every stroke and pulling out made her lips grip him.  Joanne shook every time his pelvis slammed into her ass.

“Thanks.”  Al went to the cafe and picked up a grab and go meal for three people.  Some couples liked to bring food back to their cabin and talk privately.  Others even asked for boxes of ingredients so they could cook in their kitchenette on romantic home dinner dates.  Al just wanted to get Joanne out of here.

He had his bags ready and walked back to the free use platform.  The woman on free use duty was a complete sweaty mess.  When he got within earshot he heard her collar say “no points awarded for insemination during free use duty.”

“Ouch.”  He offered his free hand. “Can you walk?”

“I…I think so.  Howard’s always a bit rough, even when he tries to be gentle. Can you hand me that towel?”  She made humming noises and put her hand on her belly and gave a small smile.

As he handed her the towel she stood up and a gout of runny ejaculate raced down her leg.  Her legs wobbled and she fell, only to use Al as a crutch.  “You can hold onto my arm.  The walk isn’t too far.”

They walked home in the evening sunlight.  He held the bike’s handlebar in one hand while Joanna held the other arm.  His dinner was in the bike’s basket.  She walked with a slight limp.

Al was worried. “Do you need a medibot?”

“Naw, those overgrown spiders looked me over every morning.  No problems so far besides, ‘minor elongation of the vaginal canal and stretching of the labia minora’.”  She gave a ragged laugh. “Once the big boys use you a few times, things just get easier.”

As they started to walk to his Cabin, he could see the eyes of men and women were on them.  Women looked at her with disgust, and men with curiosity.  When one thin man with oily hair seemed to approach licking his lips, Joanna put her arms around Al and started to stick her tongue in his ear.  She whispered, “if it looks like we’re going to do it, men will back off.  Sorry I have to do this.”  Her hand rubbed his junk, and Al couldn’t resist the biological effects of the stimulation.  This froze the seedy man in his tracks.  He grimaced and walked off to the cafeteria.

Joanna kept up the act until there was no one on the crushed shell road.  “You know Al,  I would say you're one of the handsomest men on the island.  Your body’s not half bad.  And you’re no slouch down there either.” She gave him one last stroke before simply holding his arm for stability.

One odd thing that Al noticed as they walked was that there was a drone just above the forest canopy that trailed them every step down the path.  When he looked up to see, the drone moved out of view.

“What is it?”  Joanne asked.

“The A.I. control system seems to be following me more and more over the past week.  Ever since… nevermind.”

When he got the back door opened he saw that Jo wasn’t around.  He frowned and chucked the keys onto the kitchen counter.  Before he looked at Joanna he put on a smile.

“Would you like a shower?”

“Uuugh.  Yes!”  She waddled to the bathroom.  “I’ll have to borrow a clean towel, everyone’s got the same stuff.  There’s no need to tell me where it is.”

Al fished out a salad from the bag and put the rest into the small fridge.

He was eating in silence when he heard a voice call from the bathroom. “Um, Al.  Could you help me?”

He opened the door slowly to see Joanna was struggling in the shower stall.  Again, her knees wobbled.  Her naked body looked sweaty and he could smell the sex on her from a few feet away.

“Here let me help you, one second.”  He went into the bathroom closet and picked up a plastic bathroom stool and set it in the center of the shower.  Supporting her under her arms he lowered her onto the stool. “I suppose I’m going to have to wash you, you’re as weak as a kitten.”

“Yes please,” she said softly.

He sighed, “Fine, this is going to look pretty bad if Jo comes in seeing this.”

“Jo?”

“My wife’s name is Jo, short for Jolene.”

She giggled.  “My boyfriend in college used to call me Jo.  Things might get a bit confusing.”

Al took off his clothes and wrapped a bath towel around himself outside of the stall so she couldn’t see.  He came back in and turned on the shower.

“What temperature do you like?”

“Hot as you can bear, Al”, she said. “I want to feel clean.”

He got the water hot and then took the shower handle and sprayed down the free use woman from all directions.  The glaze and grime was already coming off her and causing a rivulet of dirty water to snake down the shower’s drain.  

He turned off the shower and washed her hair.  Her red curly hair didn’t seem to be too tangled, but he could definitely feel crunchy bits.  His stomach churned.

“I'm sorry Al, you shouldn’t have to do this.”

“I’m doing this as a favor, I want to be your friend.”

“Why do you want to be just friends?  Am I not attractive?”

“To be honest I need someone to talk to that has a female brain.  I need to ask you about why you did what you did.”  

His scalp massage continued and Joanna started to moan softly.  “You’re good at this.”

Al ignored her and rinsed off her hair and then conditioned it.  Moving on, he grabbed a wash cloth and worked up a lather.  Starting with her face he gave her a good old fashioned scrub down.  He had to rinse off the face cloth a few times when it got too dirty.  As he cleaned he revealed the soft porcelain skin underneath.  She truly was beautiful in her own way.

“Please don’t use the rag on my chest.  My nipples have gotten raw from the free use duty.  Be gentle and if you don’t mind, use your hands.”

“Alright, just don’t get too excited.”  He lathered up his hands and cupped her breasts.  They were smaller and denser than Jo’s, but larger than either of the North women.  He focused on cleaning rather than pleasuring, but from what he could see, Joanne couldn’t tell the difference.  Her moans were quiet and high pitched.  When he wanted to gently wash away the dirt from her nipples, she gasped and put her hands over his.  Her nipples were almost purple and were hot and sensitive.  Each touch made her twitch.  He could feel her breath on his face as he massaged her soapy tits as well as her underboob.  The woman's breath smelled sour from the days of not brushing her teeth and hours of giving head.  He’d have to broach the subject of her brushing her teeth later.

He then got the wash rag again and cleaned her legs, back, buttocks.  She was now glistening and shiny.  He was about to get up when Joanna grabbed him by the wrist weakly. “You missed a couple of spots.”

“That’s too intimate, Joanna,” he said. “You can’t do that yourself?”

She looked back at him to reveal she was blushing deeply.  “If you clean me out, I’ll answer any questions you want.”

“Can you bend over?”

The woman knelt and spread her cheeks.  

“Al, please be gentle.”

His lathered hand gently washed her bumcrack.  As his fingers glanced past her anus, the woman gasped and shuddered.  Before he knew it he was tracing circles around it and softly probed it.

“You must be a very caring lover, Al.  I don’t feel any pain right now, only pleasure.”  She started to gyrate.  He looked at her well used pussy and still saw it was filled with globby cum.  

Al couldn’t help himself and felt pity for this woman.  She didn’t need fucking, she needed tenderness.  He felt guilty about fingering her slightly gaping anus and removed his hand.

“Awww.  That was nice Al.  You could have kept going.”

He took the showerhead and bounced the stream off his hand so that the water would race down her crack rather than spray right on it. “I can figure why you came to the island, you failed to get a licence to procreate?  You wanted a child so badly that a doctor told you about this place?”

“Warren was the one who pushed for it.  His family was big and his parents were one of the last permitted to have as many as they wanted.  I didn’t want to go at first, but he insisted.”

He pulled her back onto the stool and rinsed her pussy by showering her belly.  Her pubic hair had grown in since the start of free use and her pussy was topped with a small tuft of crinkly red pubic hair.

“Why did you abandon him?”

“I’ll only answer when you start cleaning my pussy.”

Al applied soap to her raw pussy and washed the outer surface first.  Joanna bit her lip and brought her legs together.  Al had to pry them apart again.  He cleaned her labia majora before dragging a finger over every inch of her inner lips.

“You’re going to have to scoop it out Al.  Pretty please.”

“This is disgusting Joanne.  I’m going to stop.”

“I’m begging you Al.  I want to be clean again.  I want to sleep without anything inside of me.  I promise I’ll talk about me and Warren when you get started.”

“Okay, I’ll do it.”  Al shook his head and turned down the pressure on the shower head.  He kept the shower stream on her crotch to constantly rinse her off as well as his hand.  He pushed in with two fingers and felt that her insides were coated with thick stringy cum.  He stifled a dry heave but continued.  Each scooping motion brought more of it out to snake down the drain.  He probed every nook and crevice of her womanhood.  He swirled around her cervix and washed away every bit of spunk from her.  Lastly he cleaned the top of her vagina, dragging his fingers along her g-spot.

She moaned while she spoke.  “We tried to stay monogamous for almost a month.  Then one day he couldn’t get it up.  He said he was exhausted from working in the fields.  We were already low in the ranks because we only had each other.  That night he was frantic trying to get an erection.  One night became two, and before too long our score was plummeting.”

“He asked you to fuck George.”  Even though her cunt was squeaky clean he kept rubbing her g-spot.  Joanne’s hands roamed over her body and pinched her nipples.

“Yes, George was the first.  Warren brought him over and then he left the cabin.  George was strong and assertive.  He was the best fuck I had in a long time.”

“Did Warren eventually get over his problem?”

“He could only do it one out of every three or four days.  George’s wife got angry about me having so often, so I had to go out and pick up guys in the cafeteria during dances.  Sometimes I’d sneak into the neighbors' cabins when there was only the husband there.”

“Why?”

“I got a rush out of sneaking around.  Ahhhh!  Grrrrgh.”  Joanne’s pussy constricted and eventually clamped down on Al’s fingers.  He could see a stream of her squirting hit the bathroom tiles. “Don’t stop, my clit is dirty too, clean it well. P…Please!”

He sprayed the showerhead on her clit and rubbed. Joanne turned her head and nibbled Al’s ear for a few moments before continuing. “I lived in a world where I could get as much cock as I wanted.  I got a sick pleasure out of rejecting my husband.  Ah. Ah. Ah!  Then one day he caught me fucking two men in our bed.  I…I told him to sit in the corner and go fuck himself.”

“I can see why he left.”

“I know! MMmmmwaaaaahhhhgrrrr”  Joanne’s stomach convulsed and her hips moved to get more pleasure.  “And so far free use duty, I get a thrill out of it.  I still have so much more to go.”

Joanne turned to him and hugged him while he still finger fucked her pussy.  She eventually jolted so much she slipped off the stool and fell onto the slick tile floor.

She started babbling.  “Please fuck me Al. Use my pussy.  Impregnate me. You were so caring, it felt different.  You’re different.”

He shook his head. “You’re fucked up Joanne, you need to take a day off from this.”  He pulled her up and wrapped her up in a towel.  He got down low and dried her legs, her bum, her fanny, and then the rest of her body.  When he got to eye level, she looked at him with puppy dog eyes.  Al almost forgot about how much fucking she was getting and thought about how cute she looked.

“There’s a spare toothbrush, it’s wrapped in plastic.  Don’t forget to scrape your tongue.”

“Why?”  She cupped her mouth and exhaled. “Oh, damn!  Sorry Al.”

He got a fresh towel for himself and took a quick shower while she brushed her teeth and combed her hair.

When he got out of the shower, he saw Joanne rush to him and steal a kiss.  Her breath was much improved and she didn’t attempt to tongue him. “Got you!”  She giggled.

Al got dressed and went into the main room and pulled out the futon to put into the storage room of the cabin, a tight multi-use space.  There was barely enough room to swing the door open, but the patrons of the island understood that sometimes people would sleep over at other people’s cabins and not all want to be in the same bed.

He came back and told her, “You’re going to have to sleep in the nude.  Let me wash your outfit.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll do it right now.  I’m not a baby.  Your scrubbing was really refreshing.”

Al felt a twist in his belly seeing this chipper woman flirt with him.  He knew that when she left the house, any man who saw her could simply bend her in half and fuck her silly and she would accept it with a smile and a giggle.  They’d only be done when she would have a full belly.  He turned away and said, “your futon is all set up in the back room.  I figure your job begins the same as ours so maybe we can make breakfast for you.”

“Oh…okay,” she responded. “I thought maybe we could cuddle a little?  I have a hard time sleeping without…”

“Honey! I’m home!”  He heard Jo call out.  “Sorry I’m late.  Did you get any dinner for me? I'm starving.  Where are you, silly head?  I know we had a quickie in the morning but I feel like I owe you another one for being late.”

She walked in on them in the bathroom.

“Oh.”