When I come to I feel very sluggish, and it is so hard to focus. Being unconscious felt strangely like being awake, but I try hard to dismiss that concept as something best revisited later. At least I remember where I am this time. More or less… Since I got here, there have been moments in which it seems like the fog might be lifting, but in others I know that I’m just scrambling on a slippery slope, trying to avoid what I worry more and more may be an inevitable descent into the very heart that fog. What happens then?
Xandra is continuing to pace around, distracting me from my existential plight with the bouncing of her breasts and the wiggling of her ass. Upon completing another circuit she speaks from behind me, “Come on, you need to clean up.”
Without hesitation I allow her to pull me out of one shower and under another. She surreptitiously twists the dial on the wall. This one is made from an adapted door knob, it looks like. Just as the gurgling, brown gush of semisolid rust and water nears the shower head, I remember, and quickly step back to where I had been. The unappealing reddish spray predominantly misses me, and none gets in my hair. What little gets on my left hand and hip is quickly rinsed away by the clean water above me.
“This one really is on his toes,” Emily says, clearly a little impressed.
Xandra raises both eyebrows and nods her head, “Even if he’s a bit off balance, I do gotta give him that.”
Once the rust clears from the pipe and the water clarifies I step back in exactly the same manner I stepped away in, and gesture for Xandra to reclaim her own. Of course, it’s not as though it matters who stands under which shower. It just seemed the ceremonially appropriate thing to do.
I am smirking at my own competence. If I could impress beautiful women by maintaining functionality in moments of peak impairment worked at home, I’d get more pussy than I knew what to do with. That might not be great for my time management, though. Now that I think of it time management may prove to be something of an issue here for a lot of reasons… Well, fuck. Time for some personal growth, I guess.
The beginnings of sound come abruptly into the shower from an adjacent chamber, echoing from many rooms away. Instantly I am distracted from everything around me – even the women. So much that my cock begins to decline, if only for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” Emily asks me.
“Other humans,” I say, as though it should be completely obvious.
“Yeah. There’s lots of them here. You saw some on the beach.”
“I know that, but now I’m thinking of asking them some questions.”
“Well if they’re down here they probably won’t be all that helpful, but I’m sure it’s alright if you want to try.”
“Hey!” Xandra yells commandingly as they pass the door, “Come in here.”
Three of them break off from the group of eight and come in. As the chattering horde moseys on toward the beach without care, one of them asks “What’s up?”
“New guy wants to ask you a few questions, if you’ve got a minute.”
“Alright,” the one on the left is the first to speak. She is tall… and cute. I like those glasses.
“Whatever,” says the middle one. She is shorter. Her voice is melodic. I like those tits.
“Yeah, sure,” the last one says. He is swelling at the sight of Emily and Xandra. I like that dick. Huh. That’s new. I think I’m fine with it, but it’s surprising. I’m a tad bemused.
They are both standing at my side right now. Xandra is touching my cock, and Emily has started something new. She is running her finger around the rim of my asshole, provoking a great deal of sensation and making it hard to focus. I know she’s doing it on purpose, but I still don’t ask her to stop. It feels great, but my focus is divided now.
Unceremoniously, I begin my inquiry, “How did you get here?”
“Which one of us?” he asks, totally unfazed by the woman next to him taking his cock in her hand. She begins to stroke it slowly before I respond.
“Anyone.”
“I… Uh… Not really sure to be honest,” he says absent-mindedly, as she continues playing with his cock. She gracefully swivels her body as she knees in front of him in one smooth motion. He pauses while she takes him in her mouth, then says “I’ve been here for a pretty long time, and I don’t miss home.”
With a raised eyebrow I say “Okay…” then turn to the others and wait. It is hard to focus while they are touching me, but I don’t stop them.
“What do you mean ‘how did we get here’?” the girl in glasses asks me.
“What method of transportation? Where did you come from?” I ask, beginning to wonder why they are so perplexed by such basic questions.
“Well, I came for a break after I graduated, and I guess I decided to stay. I think I came by plane, but I traveled a lot that summer…” she tells me. Watching her two friends, as well as me with Emily and Xandra, she is clearly getting turned on. Easy to do here. She starts touching herself – one hand on her breasts, and the other hovering over her pussy. Her slender fingers play with her clit, and she moans aloud while grabbing her own tits.
Interrupting her, I ask “Is there an airport?” I am excited.
“I don’t think so…” she says as she watches me more closely.
“Air strip?”
There is a long pause filled with distracting sexual stimulation before she vacantly says “Couldn’t say…”
“Then how?”
The shorter woman stops what she is doing and interrupts, “There are planes that can land in the water, you know.”
“Yeah,” I say, “I do know that. Reasonable point, though.”
“I just washed up on the shore, as far as I remember,” she says.
“Oh good. Not just me, then,” I joke.
She smiles at me. “No, that’s all a bunch of us can remember.”
“Interesting…” I say, “But some people came of their own volition?”
“Some people, sure,” she says while still jerking him off, “I’m really not sure why I came here, anymore. I remember stepping off a plane and being here is all, but I guess it just hasn’t seemed to matter since I arrived. That’s how much I love it here. I don’t remember much else, though. Coming here seemed like a good idea for a badly needed break after graduation, so I did it. I think I remember a very long plane flight. Or… was it a very short cruise? I honestly couldn’t say right now. I’d have to think pretty hard to remember something that feels so long ago and so far away, and honestly, I don’t want to.” She shakes her head wistfully and shrugs off the piercing confusion that sets in when one tries to fight against the fog, then returns to what she is doing.
“And?” I press the question.
“I don’t regret a thing,” she says, “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” He is gritting his teeth and closing his eyes as she takes more and more of him into her throat.
For a moment I pause and think about my time here so far, as well as the present situation. I look down to see two soapy hands running up and down my cock. I feel soft lips on my neck, and strong hands massaging my wet skin. After fully considering her question, I answer “It would be naive of me to claim that I’m not enjoying myself if I wanted to maintain any credibility.”
“That’s… funny,” she says, almost as though it is a question, “You’re funny.”
Very suddenly, Xandra stops what she was doing to me and reaches toward the unpartnered woman standing across from her, touches her shoulder and spins her around to face the doorless arch. As she pulls her close she almost knocks the glasses off her face, and both of them moan softly, nonverbally whispering their delight. Xandra pins her to her own body and pressed her middle finger firmly against her clit, while lightly biting her prey’s shoulder at the spot where it meets her neck.
Seeing this seems to stimulate the man directly in front of me. His eyes close as he simply experiences the pleasure that’s being so casually gifted to him. As her mouth tightens around him and engulfs him, she extends her tongue as far as it will go to precede the warmth of her. Xandra’s fingers have already taken this girl to the edge of her desires, and are now villainously holding her back.
At the exact same moment both of them lose control in identical fashion. Each one cums very hard, and very quickly. One single, explosive, visible pulse of liquid. She is very obvious. A convulsive spasm radiates from her lower abdomen, and she bends involuntarily over, screaming a piercing scream as she splashes Xandra’s feet with yet another hot shower. It’s a little harder to see his enjoyment, because most of his cock is suddenly concealed as she grabs his ass and pushes him deeper into her throat. Still, the way his balls tighten to his body and the single, intense squeezing of his shaft as the cum shoots through it are dead giveaways. The look on his face may be even more obvious, but it lies on the periphery of my vision and I can’t be sure exactly what it looks like. All I can see is that it twists and scrunches into ecstasy only once, before relaxing.
The very second he is finished she swivels on one knee and very suddenly takes me in her mouth. I’m not sure if she even finished swallowing before she started on me. Emily was obviously excited by this, because she started playing much more aggressively, almost pushing her finger inside me a few times. I am already overstimulated, so the second she forces it into me, I am overwhelmed. The girl in front of me can tell what’s about to happen, and backs away.
Despite the rather sudden loss of stimulation, the tip of me throbs and swells. With a rather weak pulsing inside me, a single shot escapes me and falls to the floor almost immediately before me, and after another slight oozing of cum I am finished. It’s been a long day, filled with a lot of orgasms. I guess I was bound to tire eventually. Emily takes her finger back from me and walks back toward the showers to rinse it.
“Uh… Thanks,” I say to her, “That was nice.”
“I’m glad,” she says as she stands, “You’re pretty nice yourself.”
“Can I return the favor?” I ask excitedly.
“Not now. We have to go,” she explains, then smiles “But maybe later.”
Frowning slightly, I say “Okay. Maybe I’ll see you around. Thanks for answering my questions.”
“Uh…” They’re all confused for a moment, then she says “Yeah! If you’d like to join us for a few drinks down at the beach, that’s where we’ll be.” Her voice is full of bubbles, and she eyes my slightly stiff cock as she speaks. Her two companions leave and after she gives me one more look up and down, she turns to follow them.
“…That was abrupt,” I say in surprise as I settle back into the uncertainty and anxiety that is my world at present.
Xandra speaks dryly, “Yeah… That’s just how people down here are.”
“Most of them, anyway,” Emily corrects.
“They didn’t care at all,” I say, still very incredulous, “They don’t know anything”
Emily sighs and says, “Yeah. We know. We literally spend every day making sure they don’t do something stupid like drown and watching like hawks for something different, just in case we spot the slightest glimmer of intelligence washing in from afar.”
After sighing with begrudging acceptance, I say “I think I’m starting to understand.”
“Good!” Emily says, just as Xandra says “Good.”
“It doesn’t feel good,” I tell them, “It feels… physically unsettling.”
Xandra simply said “That’s as good a way to describe it as any.”
Emily is quiet.
“It feels like losing something I thought was my mind and being locked on the other side of a thick glass wall.”
“That’s…” a subtle flash of surprise traverses Xandra’s face. She finishes her thought only after it fades. “That’s a good analogy.”
“Yeah,” Emily says, “As you get used to it you’ll probably find that your sanity stays in sight most days, but there will be times that it’ll get bored with you and wander off on its own for a while. It’s easier to maintain lucidity the further you are from what we call the ‘epicenter’.”
“The beach, you mean?”
“That beach is the closest part of the main island, sure, but it’s been hard to exactly pinpoint without our own boat and some equipment. There are sailors who have been further out. We don’t really know how far away it is or how strong its influence may be at its true center, but I got a ship to take me as far as she’d ever been once.”
“Ha!” Xandra says with contemptuous hilarity, “‘Got a ship to take you’? You stowed away!”
“Not the whole way.”
Xandra turned to me and said “That’s right. She got caught, and then got out of any serious trouble by eating out the captain, who then literally kept her in her cabin until they got there.”
“I did do those things, and so did she,” Emily playfully defends herself. This conversation was a well rehearsed dance. “The effects of the disturbance are so strong out there. You have no idea. She took me to a very small island – not much more than a rock, really. I’d estimate it was no more than ten leagues offshore, but it’s hard to say since I was as she says, locked in the captain’s cabin. That rock is the closest thing to the epicenter that I’ve ever stood on. We turned around as soon as we got there, because half the crew was going quickly insane. And yes, I spent the rest of the voyage in her cabin. That adventure is probably why I’m so resistant to the effects at this distance.”
“She has no empirical evidence whatsoever to support that, but anecdotally it has a certain logic to it. Regardless, that’s why it’s important that we stay here,” Xandra says with a certain amount of pride in her voice, “The two of us are by far the most tolerant of the effects out of everyone in our cell, and so we watch.”
“She’s right,” Emily adds only to her tone, “It is a good feeling to be simultaneously that needed and that capable.” She smiles at both of us as she adds, “Plus we get to have literally as much sex as we want while we’re working.”
“That does sound good…” I grin kind of sheepishly at the thought, then return to the moment and add “And I’m sure it is a good feeling. I can only imagine.”
“Something tells me you’ll be one of us before too long,” Emily says.
“Maybe so,” Xandra follows up, making her reservation of judgment intentionally and extremely clear.
“Yeah,” I smile at her before casting my gaze back to Emily. “We’ll see.”
“We will,” Xandra said. The nuanced, ominous tone in her voice makes me at least as nervous as she intended it to.
