La Belle Ile En Mere Pt 22

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

After many hours, the thumping on the door stopped. Roy, who sat with his back to the wall, looked over at the pile of weights and equipment that made up his barricade. "Hello?" He waited. "Hello!" he shouted. There was no response. "I'm not an idiot," he said to the door. He wanted to believe that was true, so he didn't remove the barricade and stick his head into the hall to see if the coast was clear. It was a trap. He was sure of that.

About an hour later, he felt a jolt. It seemed that the very frame of the tower started creaking. "What are they doing now?" The floor vibrated. He didn't know what mayhem they had in mind, so he checked to make sure his pistol's cartridge was full of small, loose metal. He also had a pocketful of the stuff if he ran out. He ran his fingers through the loose metallic bits he'd collected as the hotel's trembling intensified. The structure groaned around him. There was another lurch. He was tossed several feet from the wall. To his dismay, he could see the lighter parts of his barricade had also moved.

Roy stood to walk over and fix the barricade but was knocked down by an invisible force. It had pulled him toward the opposite wall again. He scrambled to the disbursing barricade. He grabbed the door handle just as a massive force pulled him off his feet. He hung horizontally in the air, his feet pointing to the far wall. With great effort, he managed to get his other hand on the handle. With a loud crash, his barricade hit the wall. He looked around. Everything in the room was pressed up against the far wall.

"Gods ... help me." He gritted his teeth. He didn't understand what was happening. Whatever it was, he was sure it was some new attack designed to get him.

~~

"I've been thinking ..." George lay naked on the bed next to his mother. He was on his back. She was also naked, and on her belly, unmoved from where he'd last taken her.

"When have you had any time to think?" Anna had never been more relaxed. Her mind kept drifting to the thought of George's little swimmers working so valiantly to fertilize her. They were in her womb at that very moment. She prayed they would find their quest impossible. But she wondered what her life would be like if there was an egg waiting for them. "We've been doing it all day. You've barely given me time to catch my breath. When did you find time to think?"

"I was thinking about Océane whenever we took breaks." George's soft penis was still wet from their last frolic. He regarded it as it rested on his hip, then turned his attention to his mother's ass. He ran his fingers over the hickey that was forming on her left butt cheek. He had marked her there, too, in the run-up to their last hump session.

"Should I be jealous of the hotel's AI?" She turned her face toward him and smiled. She found that he was staring at her butt. That filled her with a happy warmth. She felt like a queen to be desired by such a special man.

"I'm a teenager, Mom." He laughed. "I want to hump everyone. Even an incorporeal AI. Have you heard how sexy her voice is?"

Anna blew a raspberry at her son. "You're eighteen. A man grown. It's time your brain asserted itself over your hormones."

"I was thinking about the cyber-attacks on Océane." George gave his mother's ass cheek a light pat and watched ripples spread on her flesh. The way her body moved was mesmerizing. He was pretty sure his hormones were in charge of how he felt about her body. He wouldn't ever want that to stop. He decided it was best to let his hormones do as they wished. "The attacks are coming in through the hardline that links up our Océane nerve center to the other two. We could go down to our nerve center and physically cut the line."

"Oh ... I don't know." Anna sat up and crossed her legs. She watched his eyes rove over her body and fix on the boob that he'd marked earlier. "I like that you enjoy my body, sunshine. But this is serious." She waited, but his gaze didn't move. "Eyes up here."

"Sorry, Mom." He lifted his gaze to her eyes. They were, as always, the bluish-gray of the sea before a storm. "Hormones."

"My hormones are running wild now, too. I mean, look at me." She gestured to the stain that was spreading between her legs as she leaked his sperm. "But we started doing these ... special things ... to survive. And what you're talking about is all about survival, too. We need to focus on all aspects here."

"Yes, okay. I'm right there with you." George sat up. He caught her eyes dart to his soft penis and then lock with his eyes again. "So, I think we should go, cut the line, and come back. I don't think we should leave anybody behind."

"I don't know ... I don't know." Anna chewed on her bottom lip. "That's one hundred floors. We don't have cameras. We'd be blind. And those things almost got us last time."

"I'll teach you, Lillian, and Mrs. Salazar to shoot before we go. There's an armory three floors down." George's voice stayed even and calm. "We'll have all four of us hurling bullets at the creatures. If we see them, they'll be nothing more than black goo."

"Is it safe to shoot so many bullets? What if we pierce the outer wall? Or a window?" Anna didn't want to get sucked out into vacuum. She thought about all those poor souls that had been floating outside La Belle Île after the skyrmion event.

"The outer walls and windows are nearly unbreakable. And all the weapons at the hotel fire hollow-point bullets. The bullets wouldn't work against armor, but are great for popping one of those creatures," he said. "They won't do anything against the walls or windows."

"Can't Océane do it herself?" Anna's belly grumbled. "She has maintenance robots. They could cut the line."

"She won't do it. Her programming won't allow her to harm herself unless doing so would protect human life. And this is too attenuated for her. I tried." He had tried to convince the AI while his mother was napping. His failure had implications beyond the hardline. How would he get Océane to blow the reactor after they left? That would be another attenuated situation.

"Let's shower, dress, and get something to eat. I hate deciding things on an empty stomach." Anna got out of bed and stretched. "Gosh, Georgie. I am sore ... everywhere." She looked back at him. "You've really done a number on..." Anna stumbled. It felt like someone had just pushed her toward the bank of windows. The floor vibrated and the tower around them groaned.

George hopped out of bed and took his mother's elbow to steady her. "Océane, has there been any anomalous ..." A second jolt knocked both mother and son off their feet. The groaning around them grew louder. George's cheek was pressed against the floor, the vibrations made his teeth chatter. He sat up carefully and took his mother's hand.

"We should go -" Anna started to get up, but was pulled down by her son.

"The bed is the only thing bolted down in here." George could guess what was coming next. He held onto the bed frame with his free hand and pulled his mother tight to him with his other arm. Their naked bodies pressed against each other. His hormones weren't in control now. He barely noticed her perfect, zaftig form. "Hold on tight to me. I think ..."

A massive force pulled mother and son off the floor. The mattress and blankets flew past their heads, joined by most of the room's furniture. Anna screamed, and George grunted with the effort of holding them from crashing into the window with the rest of the room's contents.

"We're being pushed against the windows." Anna's fingernails dug into her son's back and chest as she held on for dear life.

"Gravity has changed ... we're being pulled." George swung them to the empty bedframe, which was now on the wall. "Grab the frame."

Anna did as instructed. They clung to the bed frame together. "What's happening?" It was clear that the hotel was not designed to lose the gravity it created with its slow spin. Almost nothing in the room was bolted to the floor. She looked down at the windows, terrified that they'd cracked on impact. But under the piled furniture and detritus, the glass looked secure. If they could take a bullet, they could take some furniture she supposed. "It's the Newest Guest. It's fired its thruster, and the force of that has overpowered the hotel's normal gravity." She looked into her son's eyes. She drew strength from his calm.

"Yes. That's my guess." He listened to the groaning structure.

"Can the tower hold against a lateral force?" Anna felt like a monkey clinging to a tree.

"Maybe. But we've got a bigger problem." George nodded toward the door. Water was spraying into the room through the thin cracks between door and its frame. "The lagoon is now on top of us. We're trapped."

"Also, the outer doors are on the opposite side. That's now the roof. The barricade must have fallen." Anna stared at the water. It wasn't entering the room at an alarming speed. They had a while before drowning would be a problem. "The creatures knew this was coming. They could have hunkered down outside the outer doors."

"Océane, tell the other survivors to lock their doors. Are any of them in the lagoon?" George swung over and grabbed his pistol from its holster where it was hanging from the bedpost.

"I no longer have cameras to determine where guests are located. Please wait," Océane was silent for ten seconds. "I have audibly confirmed that Ms. Zaal and the Oldest Guest are in Ms. Zaal's room. Mrs. Salazar is in her room. I have no response from Mrs. Haversham."

"I don't think they have the power for constant thrust. They'll probably burn us toward Earth and then ..." George gripped the bed tighter. The tower's groaning subsided and gravity shifted again. There was a crash as the furniture fell next to the window. Mother and son fell a very short distance to what was once again the floor. George was on his feet in an instant, running toward the door. He was still naked, but it didn't matter. He swung it open and lifted his pistol toward the main doors. The lagoon water was still sloshing around the large room in a wave which hit the creatures just as they were coming in through the open doors. It pushed them back. "I should have taught you to shoot before this, Mom." The energy in the water ebbed and all that came back toward George was a steady tide.

As naked as her son, Anna moved behind him in the door and looked out. As the creatures tried to come through the doorway, her son's pistol hissed to life, firing over and over. The horrible things exploded one after the other. Their position was pinched as they had to move through the choke point of the doorway. "What do you need?"

"Find me ... anything ... small ... and metal." Out of the corner of his eye, George saw Delores stick her head out of her door. "Get back ... in your room," he yelled at her. "Stay there ... until we tell you ... it's safe." He fired again and again. Suddenly, there were no more creatures. This was good, because he was dangerously low on ammunition.

"Here you go." His mother returned with one of the metal ammunition rectangles. She handed it to him. "I thought this might be better than lots of small metal things."

"Thanks." George saw Kapnos stick her head out of Lillian's door. "Where's your pistol?" George called.

"In my room." Kapnos, in the body of Gwendolyn, didn't need to be told what to do. With her blue skirts billowing behind her, she ran across the slick boardwalk and disappeared into her room.

George reloaded and waited. The water in the room sloshed around his ankles into his mother's room and then receded back into the lagoon, settling back in its pools. No more creatures moved. Tentatively, he walked out across the boardwalk, past the Japanese restaurant. He stopped when he got close to the door, not wanting to step in the black goo and body parts that were spread on the floor. "Eyes. We need to check the eyes." He looked over his shoulder and saw Kapnos running toward him, pistol in hand. "Can you tell if any of them are the hotelier by touching the eyes?"

Kapnos grimaced. "Yes." She nodded. "But you need to stay here in case more of them return."

"Yes, of course." George saw his mother come out of her room wearing skirts and an unbuttoned bodice. "Can you get me some clothes, Mom? And we're both going to need shoes."

Anna nodded, turned around, and went to fetch his things.

~~

There were twenty-two mismatched eyes in the goo by the doorway. None of them belonged to the hotelier. It wasn't likely, but George did have his hopes up for a few minutes. After Kapnos finished her inspection, Océane sent robots to clean up the mess. Once the grisly jumble was gone, George made a quick, uneventful trip to the armory. He came back with a backpack full of pistols and ammunition. After that, the survivors closed the doors and rebuilt their barricade.

Anna found Constance lying unconscious, bleeding, and bruised in her room. Thankfully, she hadn't deadbolted her door before the thrusters fired. George carried Constance's shoulders and Kapnos held her feet, and they brought her to the autodoc. Head trauma wasn't anything to mess around with, so they left her there for what they assumed would be an extended stay. Maybe a full day.

Hours after gravity had shifted, the exhausted survivors, less Constance, sat in at the Italian restaurant near the entrance to the lagoon. While they ate, Océane's robots went about cleaning and putting their rooms back in order.

"We need to make a push to cut the hardline. But we can't go without Constance. Maybe we should plan to leave tomorrow morning. If she's ready, that is." George looked around the table. The women had all pinned their hair, but their clothes were wet and wrinkled, and they had pinched faces and dark circles under their eyes.

"I just had a thought, Mr. Zaal." Delores gave him a fleeting smile. It was so odd to sit at the table in decorous fashion with his sister and mother after what he'd done to her in her bedroom. He wasn't flirting with her now. She prayed that was due to the fatigue and horror of the day and not a loss of interest on his part. She desperately needed another tumble with him. Their sex had been the one ephemeral moment of happiness she'd had in her otherwise bleak existence at La Belle Île. She cleared her throat. Everyone was looking at her, waiting for her thought. "The doors don't lock unless there is a manual deadbolt, right?"

"Yes, that's right." George nodded. He placed his fork and spoon on his now empty plate. It had been heaped with penne Bolognese not long ago. He was still hungry.

"To the best of my recollection, we didn't lock the door to the Faraday cage when we left. That means, anyone could walk in there." Delores sipped her wine, trying to calm her frayed nerves. "The thing at the bottom would want to destroy our Océane. Could it send its creatures to that room to destroy Océane?"

"Um ... probably." George shifted in his seat. They would need to somehow lock the room, too.

"Well, um ..." Delores took a bigger gulp of wine. She absolutely didn't want to leave the relative safety of the lagoon. And she didn't want to be left there alone either. "The thing at the bottom must not know where our Océane is or it would have already destroyed that room. If we go down the tower, we could lead it directly to that room." There was silence around the table.

"That is a good point, Mrs. Salazar." Anna frowned. "If we had access to the cameras, we could tell if we were being followed. We'd know where the things were." She looked to her son. "Can the Newest Guest see through the cameras in this tower?"

"No." George shook his head. "Océane partitioned those off."

"I have a micro camera." Kapnos smiled helpfully. "It can fly, but its range is limited. I doubt it would be noticed by those creatures. We would be able to see a few floors above or below us."

Lillian blushed profusely at this statement. She hid her face behind her wineglass, but no one seemed to be paying her any attention.

"What ... how?" George raised his eyebrows.

"Why is this the first we're hearing of it?" Anna's eyebrows knitted together. "A camera?"

"I only found it recently tucked into someone's luggage," Kapnos lied. "This was the first time I had a chance to bring it up. You and George have been cooped up in your room so much, I've barely had a chance to talk about anything that wasn't immediately pressing."

Anna's lips formed a thin line.

George tried not to smile and mostly succeeded.

Lillian's face turned bright crimson.

Delores looked around the table. There was subtext here, but she was missing it.

"Once Mrs. Haversham is well enough to join us, we should make a formidable sortie." Kapnos lifted her fork to her mouth and took a bite of roast chicken. It almost tasted like the real thing. She demurely chewed as everyone stared at her. She swallowed. "We'll be armed, trained, and we'll have reconnaissance."

"Yes, about that." George turned to Delores. "I'll set up one of the empty rooms to train you in using a pistol. We'll shoot at some furniture or something." He glanced at his mother and sister. "You two will join us?"

"Yes, of course. And then, I'm getting some sleep. I recommend that we all try to get a good night's rest." Anna wanted nothing better than to run right back into her son's waiting embrace. But they had a big day tomorrow. She knew if she let him into her room, they'd spend the night humping. Her son took the news well. She could barely make out the disappointment on his face. That made her want him all the more. She straightened her bodice. "Agreed?"

Everyone around the table gave their assent.

~~

As tired as he was, George couldn't fall asleep. His mind was getting whiplash bouncing between the danger the next day would bring, and his mother sleeping all alone in her room. Was he jealous of her sleep? That was ridiculous. He knew she was right. He knew he should be sleeping at that moment. His doorbell rang. "Océane, tell whomever it is to come in. It's unlocked."

The door opened and Lillian stepped in. "Are you up?" She gave him a shy smile, closed the door behind her, and turned the lock.

George sat up in bed, his heart suddenly thumping in his chest. Everything was wrong about his sister. Her expression and body language were deferential. That was wrong. She'd always been his bossy older sister. She was wearing an oversized ball gown, tiara, and glittering necklace. That made for strange bedclothes. But worse of all, he could see that she wore a ruby ring. He could see it because she wore no gloves. He silently cursed his dick as it hardened rapidly in his pajamas under the covers. "Nossy?"

"Um ... what?" Lillian's smile flickered and faded. "I don't know what that means."

"Tell me something that only you would know. What did I get for Saturnalia when I was eight?"

"How the hell should I remember?" Lillian shrugged. "You want something only I would know?" She rubbed her chin. "On the first night we were at this hotel, I heard you fapping your dick."

George blushed. "Okay. It's you. Why aren't you wearing gloves?" He couldn't help but admire her thin, delicate fingers. He tried not to stare.

"Um ... Georgie ... well ..." She walked over to him and stood next to the bed, her hands clasped in front of her. She was pleased with the way he was eyeing her hands. She cleared her throat. "I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. You saved my life. More than once. You saved all of our lives."