New Homeport Island (37 page)
The tentacle wrapped tightly and painfully around her
right tigh and tickled at her knee by sliding back and forth like a
tongue lick a lollipop. From out of the spraying sea water came
an explosion of blood and a second tentacle grabbed her left
ankle and pulled sharply as if to split her in half. She felt hot
water pouring down her chest from the overhead, run down her
labia and down her thigh. And a tentacle passed like a stealthy
cat over the net and around it grabbing her chest, pressing
against her breasts forcefully. It then crawled with tingles up and
around her neck and chocked her so that she could barely breath.
And yet another tentacle rose out of the water to try and tare her
in two, it pressed hard on her exposed labia and lips. She finally
managed to free one of her hand and reached down pulling it
away from her, but the tentacle slid between her hands and
penetrated her pussy. Tommi screamed in fear and pain, then
realized it didn’t hurt and feared she might not feel the pain
because she was dying.
She began to faint from being strangled and her
trapped hand came free. She reached down with both hands
pulling at the tentacle penetrating her and just when she thought
she would succeed in removing it, it would turn soft and slip
through her hands like warm butter. The tentacle around her
neck loosened and the tip slipped a crossed her lips. Tommi
realized the beast was tasting her and it was the blood of her
monthly cycle that had drawn it. The octopus drank from her
vagina as she hung there impaled on a slippery black tentacle
covered in slime and only as firm as it need to be to get what it
wanted. Instead of trying to grasp her arms and hands the
octopus was content to squeeze her chest and chock her as he
held open her legs at the ankles and bracing her right thigh. The
tentacle had become hot as it drank and Tommi realized she was
strong and powerful, no other woman she knew would survive
this.
She kicked the tentacle from her left ankle and it
released her, but that tentacle had been supporting her weight
and now with more of her weight upon the impaling tentacle her
lips pulled away from each other painfully. She cried out, “Oh
god!!” The tentacle that had been holding her ankle and pulling
her apart now licked at her anus, and the one that had brushed
against her lower lip and left slime had now covered her mouth
as though to regain that slime so as to leave no trace.
Tommi fought to pull the tentacle from her chest and
watched as her breasts under that pressure wept with milk from
her nipples, in shock she cried out, “I can’t get pregnant!!”
Atrisia lying next to Tommi felt her go into fever and
noticed her breathing was short and labored. Atrisia whispered
in Tommi’s ear, “That’s right bitch get some.” Atrisia loosened
Tommi’s belt and slipped her hand down into her panties all the
while with a smug smile on her face. Atrisia found what she had
expected, Tommi was hot, wet, and swollen. Atrisia moistened
Tommi’s clitoris with her own fluids, then slipped her hand up
to Tommi’s mouth and moisten her lips and dabbed at her nose
so that she would smell and taste herself.
Then she reached into her own pants, free of panties
she could not be caught dead in she moisten her own clitoris and
then moistened Tommi’s lips with her fluids and dabbed at her
nose after drawing again from her own well of lust. The she
reached in and tickled at Tommi’s anus while hugging her tight
a crossed the breasts. Tommi shifted, rocking herself trying to
escape that grasp in her sleep while Atrisia sniffed at the back of
her neck and tasted the sweat there, all the while rubbing herself
into an orgasmic frenzy. Atrisia let out sharp breaths with a
‘utsht utsht’ sound. Then slowly slipped away from Tommi,
whispering in her ear, “I hope your pussy aches for me all night
you tease.” Then she left through the gate.
I had hoped I was dreaming but none the less that gate
was a priority for tomorrow. The next morning we awoke at
about the same time and Tommi headed back into the bushes,
she called out to Joseph that she needed some help untangling
some line. Joseph pulled back his unkempt hair and checked his
fly, as he walked over to the bushes he said, “I’ve heard that one
before.” I looked over at Michelle, she lay there staring at me
and used her finger to signal me over then pointed at her feet. As
I moved toward her I said, “I had a fucked up dream and we’ve
got to get that gate done today.” She replied, “Uh ha and again
pointed at her feet with a sly smile.” Athena sat up and
interjected, “Okay, well I’m going for my morning shit.” Dave
Miles replied, “Bury it please, I stepped in the last one.” Tim
commented, “I think that was mine.” I watched Athena’s ass
sway as she walked away and saw her pull her panties from her
ass crack then looked back at Michelle. Michelle looked at me
sternly and said in a loud whispered, “Feet.”
Chapter Eleven
Life begins
We had just finished the sixth rib for the ship ‘Woodenpeg’
and decide to try and make them in groups of three. We had dug
a vent for the heat to travel up a hill and bubble out of a mud
puddle steaming the wood. For that paper bellows assembly I
actually considered a wind vane, but that would have required
too many on planning, and pulled resources for something that
was just as well manual labor. I had a project I had been
concealing and the time I had available for it came in spurts.
As we laid the last of the individually made ribs we had a
celebration. We sang songs composed of misheard lyrics as we
lashed the rib to the keel and used what still vaguely resembled
keys to wheedle out holes for fastening pegs and dowels. We
figured once they were seal by smoke and glued by tree sap they
would absolutely hold as though it had grown that way. Some
said they felt like they were building a cathedral, so we used one
of the vases to baptize them when they least expected it. As the
cistern filled use of water became more liberal and Michelle’s
feet were finally clean!
We took those scraps of hide from the one boar we had
taken so far and hollowed out some wood and made bongos, or
at least a couple of drums of sorts. Tim turned out to be alright
with leather working and said once we had enough he’d make
himself a bomber jacket.
The drums were playing as a myriad of former sailors
placed the first layer of hull planks. Athena’s clay ocarina
played an upbeat tune like birds at play, and we danced passing
bread and fish and our newly discovered leeches, the only fruit
of the island in season.
Tournaments of dominos and Chinese checkers filled the
early day; we danced as though it were a completion and sang
together as one choir. Male verses female wrestling matches
were my favorite, the trick was knowing when to let her win. It
was a completion amongst the men to hit exactly the right
moment to let her turn the tides, and the bragging was based on
the after effect of her amorous aggressions, no one amongst us
could deny that a ‘win’ was in fact a ‘win’.
Joseph Leos was quite skilled at losing to Tommi Gruble,
but he had been practicing since before the wrestling matches
were conceived. Against Athena Williams I lost well and she
was very stirred; but against Michelle, I thought I was going to
become barefoot and pregnant. Michael was the worst when he
wrestled Jennifer, he didn’t let her win at all but she seemed to
find the fear of him not stopping just as exciting as finally being
on top was for the other women. When it came to Tim we
couldn’t form a consensus, to some he appeared very good, to
others the repeated knee to his groin seemed absolutely real and
Michelle had never done that to me but in Tim’s case she
wouldn’t stop until he sounded like a female cartoon character
crying about her acorns.
Gabriel Nosion was wondering near the new wall, he had
been surviving on the island foods as long as we had. Something
we never knew was his constant congestion and digestive
problems, as well as serious nervous conditions of anxiety and
panic attacks, which he hid well, had been holding him back.
Constantly in gastric distress and in a haze of allergy induced
cognitive fog, he seemed like just one of the guys. It was all due
to a food allergy, he was allergic to soy. On one occasion long
ago he had to work late on the electric plant control console, it
was his duty day. The problem was daunting to everyone, but
had to be fixed. The long working hours and allergy effects from
lunch that day combined into a tension headache for which he
took a sinus medication containing ephedrine. It knocked out the
allergen effect entirely making him temporarily a genius. And
now without any soy to be eaten or added to his foods his
intellect was sky rocketing.
We were playing Chinese checkers and planning our next
project. Tommi said, “I want to build a lookout tower.” Tim
asked, “Like the tree house they were building?” Athena asked,
“Is that the best we can do?”
I glanced over at the planks we still had left and said,
“Maybe an elevated patio deck.” Gabriel added, “About thirty
feet.” as he walked in and joined us. Megan asked, “You joining
us now?” Gabriel replied, “I had been over on the beach they
called the enlisted club spear fishing.” Dave Miles said, “If you
missed all that drama you don’t want to join them now.” Gabriel
retorted, “I guess I’m over here then.”
Michelle picked up one of the red game pieces and moved
it saying, “I’m going to win.” Michael laughed, “They’ll let you
win at wrestling for obvious reasons but even Chinese checkers
is something they won’t throw.” Michelle looked up at me and
saw the expression on my face and in a snarky utterance said,
“Finally a real challenge.”
Athena looked back and forth between us both then reached
over and took my hand and said, “I’d rather win this and lose at
the wrestling.” Then made a point of making eye contact with
me and fluttered her eye lashes until I hallucinated a ‘bambi’ girl
like image.
Gabriel asked, “when are you guys going to finish that
gate.” Michelle said, “Soon.” Michelle smiled over at Athena.
Athena looked at Gabriel and said, “We work somethings in
stone too. See our cistern.” Gabriel looked, “Looks good. I’ll do
the counter weights on the gate.” Athena smiled and said,
“Awesome…that is stone right?” Gabriel replied, “Ya, I’ll need
stones. I’ll figure something out.” And Athena looked over at
Michelle with the same smile Michelle had given her and
shrugged, “Looks like another stone worker.” Michelle splashed
her with water out of a ceramic cup and Athena laughed and
splashed her back. They sat there giggling, and Michael looked
at me and sighed, “Ahh…they’re finally girls again.” Tommi
didn’t looke away from the checker board but raised her hand
and said, “Me too.” Joseph uttered a whispered, “better stay that
way too. I can’t swing the other way.” Tommi asked Michelle to
throw some water at him too and everyone laughed.
It was probably about three P.M. according to our sundial
and we were ready to get a little more done. The fishing crew
headed out, the woodworkers helped the stoneworkers with the
gate, the farmers watered our field, and the hunters looked for
another boar. I slipped away to my project and waved to the
hunter standing watch on the mountain top, as I walked past the
shipbuilders making more planks.
It was another secluded beach with limited access I used as
a workshop, still working on advanced tools and something I
could call a computer. The most advance tool I could think of.
Between calculating our position, predicting the weather, and
something that could only be referred to as a tarot card reading, I
knew it would take time. But in reading about artificial
intelligence and fuzzy logic, and working as a mechanic I decide
those geniuses that had figured out how to make electronics
fuzzy for things like voice and handwriting recognition had
rediscovered a mechanical problem that existed for hundreds of
years…slipping pulley belts. I decided I would reinvent the
ancient roman scales and they would perform all of the ‘I
Ching’, perhaps even with an animatronic puppet for
presentation. After all I was from ‘that part’ of southern
California.
The ship builders were tired and realized they would need
to launch the ship from within the waters and prepared to build a
series of wooden ‘x’, otherwise the new boat would be stuck in
the sand. Michael called over to Gabriel, “Counter weight
right?” and gestured at the ship frame. Gabriel asked, “You
think we can build a crane?” Michael replied, “At this point I
think we can do just about anything we’ve ever seen done
anywhere…or at least try.”
Michelle said to Athena, “We’re going to have a huge party
while building that wooden crane!” Athena laughed, “Especially
with its huge cement counter weights!” Gabriel looked stunned
and asked, “Cement.” Athena blurted out, “We make it.” and
more slyly continued, “I’ll show you.” and smiled that
cheerleader smile. Michelle looked at Gabriel and mocked that
smile by a rough approximation then crossed her eyes. Athena
pinched Michelle’s arm and they walked off in different
directions going back to work.
Gabriel asked Tim, “What’s that all about?” Tim replied,
“Artimus tried to divide and conquer…now they’re sisters.”
That night at sunset we passed around ration of leeches
while Athena and Michelle made their announcement. Michelle
announced, “The hunters have guaranteed us they will catch a
boar soon. The smartest dog you’ve ever seen is only a quarter
as smart as these boar, it’s as if they don’t coat themselves in
mud to cool themselves but are actually using it as camouflage
and this had been the island of the super intelligent boar before
we got here.” Athena added, “We have music, we’ll have extra
bread, we’ll have a dance off, and our governor has promised us
he will relive his days of theatric story telling on the mess decks
with a story of a roman emperor that fell in love with a young
gypsy.” Tim being one of the principle hunters interjected,
“We’re going to party like it’s nineteen ninety nine, redneck
style!” and Athena offered the correction, “Maybe not redneck
style for everyone.” Mitch added, “Ghetto” and laughed.