Welcome to chapter 13
A massive thanks to all my editors, supporters, and readers. Hopefully, together we can enjoy nubile, hot, scantily clad women in a tropical environment for a vert long time to come.
Enjoy the story.
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Communally decided before I had woken up, today was going to be a day of rest. To the credit of every single member of the group, we had been working extraordinarily hard over the past two days, and a bit of rest and relaxation was just what the doctor ordered.
Literally, in this case. Amy had put her foot down and would not allow any more heavy-duty work until we had rested. Her reasons were filled with medical terms and conditions that I had never heard of and, therefore, could very easily have been made up. But the gist of it was that all of the women were either actively trying for a baby, didn't mind getting knocked up, or were already carrying a bun in the oven. Proper rest was needed. And if the women were needed, the entire female population of the island decided that they wanted their men to spend time with them. Or, at the very least, they decided that it wouldn't be fair for us to work when they weren't.
Ray, in a valiant attempt at logic, pointed out that as they became more heavily pregnant, the men would be doing a lot more of the work anyway as their need for rest increased.
The women promptly and unceremoniously ignored him.
Of course, I tried to join in with the banter, but there were, for obvious reasons, other things on my mind. The most obvious was what I had heard yesterday, but with nothing I could do with that information, it was just left to percolate in my head. The second thing that bothered me was that whoever else had been in the tunnels last night had been up much later than I had been. I was already sleeping when they returned to the group. Add to that the fact that I was the last person awake, which meant that
someone
should have looked a lot more tired than the rest of the women. But I could see no sign of extra fatigue in anyone, nor could I spot anyone making any extra effort to "stay close" to me. At least no more than usual.
The only people who made any real effort to consciously stay close to me were Hayley, and whichever of the other girls within my group were horny. Considering that, out of all of them, only Amy had had dick in the past two days, that was pretty much all of them.
Lastly, the echo of Freja's voice still resounded in my head. But based on the plans that the women had for the rest of the day, I couldn't imagine any possibility of being able to sneak off to see her. Not alone, anyway. Coupled with the fact that I had no idea who that shadow in the bunker had been, I didn't really want to bring any of them with me. As much as it pained me to say it, I simply didn't trust them enough. Considering what I had heard from that shadow, she was close to either Ray or Tom, which limited the pool significantly. But at the same time, Dr. Walker's story had made it abundantly clear that not only was this "Mother" able to switch between hosts, but she could also directly control more than one person at a time. That meant that even if I worked out who that shadow from last night was, that didn't mean
Mother
was still with her, nor did it mean that she wasn't controlling somebody else. Not to mention the obvious fact that there were times when she wasn't controlling
anybody.
Fuck, this was getting complicated.
What was clear to me, however, as I sat on the edge of the gun emplacement's gun port eating my breakfast banana, was that none of the girls in my part of the group were having lucid moments. I had recognized it with Hayley but confirmed it with Amy. There was a seriousness about anyone free of the influence of the island. A separation from the rest of the group, or at least from the group mentality. There was a willingness, an eagerness perhaps, to talk about home or the problems facing us and our survival here. They rarely wanted to talk about sex; so far, only to confirm that this is what they wanted.
At this moment, they were organizing a schedule of who got to fuck me today and when. Amy, being the only one to have gotten me in the past few days, was acting as referee and seemed to be enjoying the position inordinately. Listening to them all loudly declare who was the most desperate to be "dicked by Dan," as they had named the feeling with a giggle, was causing that itch to grow in the back of my head.
"No, Liz," Hannah shouted loudly. "You had your chance to get knocked up by him. Instead, you wanted him to stick it up your ass!"
"Well, yeah, but he fucked my pussy first," Liz countered. "He was still hard, I was still horny, and we still had time, so I gave him my other hole as well."
"That means you got fucked
twice!
" Katie jumped in with faux indignation. "I had to
drag
him to the pillbox to get any at all!"
"That's your own fault," Hannah chirped up again. "You blew him on that first night. You could have jumped on and ridden him."
"But... He tasted so gooooood." Katie drew out the last syllable around another giggle. "And I was being considerate. I didn't want to wake any of you." The ripple of laughing guffaws rolled through the rest of the girls. If this was a fight or even just a mild argument, it was the friendliest in history.
"Ladies, ladies," Amy held up her hands. "I think it is only right that this is done on the basis of who needs it more. I was the last to take his seed. Before that was Katie and Liz. Who was before that?"
"That was Robyn and me at the same time," Hayley announced with a wink to Robyn, who purred loudly in response. "I think Hannah was the day before that."
"Right?
Thank you!
" Hannah huffed in another playful imitation of exasperation. "I am fucking
