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.