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Life On Netori Island Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 11:58:50 +0000 UTCLight streamed into Al and Jo’s cabin the next morning. The pair stood at the foot of the bed and Al scowled at her while Jo’s eyes darted left and right.
He pointed a finger at her naked body. “All I’m asking is for you to explain how we got that penalty wiped out. I don’t remember doing anything funny yesterday, we only did it in the shower, so you must know the reason.”
“My job was working in Resden Smith’s garden around their pool. He heard we were underwater with points. Resden was kind enough to waive the penalty.”
“Out of the kindness of his heart.”
Jo crossed her arms in front of her exposed breasts. “Why is that so hard to understand? Not everyone in the world is a bastard, Al. Aren’t you the reason why we lost the points anyway?”
Al looked like he was just hit in the face. “I deserve that. It’s just that we’re now in debt to the most powerful man on the island.”
“You need to apologize to it. Quick, before we have to go to work.”
“But?!”
“On your knees, soldier. Make a formal apology.”
Al knelt down and faced her crotch. “I’m very sorry I didn’t fuck you. I promise to make love to you every day, no matter what.”
Jo put her foot on the bed, spreading wide. “She didn’t hear you, she’s hard of hearing.”
When he got in close to say it again, she grabbed the back of his head and shoved him down onto her pubis. He started to munch her carpet.
“Mmmph, yeah. Hurry up boy. You better apologize completely in the next five minutes or we’ll be late.”
…
Later in the morning, Jo returned to the North Mansion’s pool area. Instead of Resden, she found a Marcy North, a fit middle aged woman with a head of blond hair and hazel eyes. Marcy, Resden’s wife of twenty years, did not smile at Jo when they introduced themselves. She looked much younger than her age, and sported small perky breasts and a butt to match.
Marcy looked up with piercing green eyes. “Walk with me.”
“Yes, of course.” Jo followed next to her. Rather than a blue bikini, Marcy wore a white tennis outfit, indicating she was no plebe. “Resden may have wanted only a couple of changes Jo, but the garden hasn’t had a redesign since we moved in. It’s boring and I want a major redesign.”
“I don’t have much experience in these sorts of matters Mrs. North. I’ll do my best.”
“I’m sure you will. I’ll give you a budget of five thousand dollars, including shipping to the island. The library has a selection of garden design books. No invasive species please. Don’t leave here tonight without me giving you some business supplies. We don’t have computers for the plebeians.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“I want the garden to match the house better. Rather than this chaotic mess, I want order. Like those old imperial gardens.”
“Like in romance movies?”
“That’s certainly one way of putting it. I want the design by Friday, but you can start tearing out everything starting today. I’ll have a cart sent to you so you can bring the plants to the compost pit.”
“Yes. Will there be anything else?”
“Come, sit here.” They faced each other at the patio table. The firecracker blonde stared into the eyes of the tanned brunette. “If you think you’ll replace me, I’ll end you.”
“I’m sorry?” Jo looked around. “I don’t understand.”
“I saw my husband fingering you over in that lounge chair. You think only the male patricians have access to collar video?”
“Collar video? Our collars all have video recordings?”
“If you think you can get my Resden without a fight you’ve got another thing coming.”
“But he came onto me.”
“Don’t play dumb with me. If you keep this up I’ll have you put onto free use duty so fast your head will spin.”
“Free use? What’s that?”
“Sounds like you need to go see the ceremony. Go have lunch with your husband. That handsome man needs to understand what will happen as well.” Marcy had no expression on her face but her eyes told Jo that she meant business.
…
The onboarding agent Eliza was back up in front of a crowd of people at the cafeteria. Most of the crowd was male, but a few ladies were there as well. A table with several handholds was placed on a low platform, a simple cot with a pillow was set up beside it. Jo waited nervously. When she saw Al, she was surprised by how filthy he was.
Al winked. “I was playing in the mud. Don’t worry I’ll go take a shower before lunch. Someone told me I had to watch this first. What are they presenting?”
Eliza turned on her microphone. “Hey everyone. Who hasn't been to an ejection ceremony before?”
Jo and Al raised their hands and looked down at the floor.
Eliza snapped her fingers and said, “you two, up front you’ll want to be here where the action is.”
A bell rang out in the pavilion and a young man and woman came to the platform. Both looked pale, but the wiry looking man had a permanent scowl on his face.
Eliza said into the mic, “Warren, I take it you have some words prepared?”
Warren nodded and unfolded a slip of paper from his shorts’ pocket. “Dear fellow islanders. It is with great regret to inform you all of my voiding of my contract. I do this with sound mind and not under coercion. I thank the organization for the opportunity, but the current relationship with my spouse prevents me from continuing to contribute to this grand plan.”
His wife started to cry.
“Over the past month my spouse has become increasingly distant to me and has even refused my attempts to impregnate her, preferring the company of other men. Rumors also circulated that she had stated that she preferred other men to myself, to the point of not wanting me around.”
Tears rolled down the woman's face.
“So I am choosing to leave and return to my home. I renounce all monetary compensation for my time and I understand that my spouse may choose to remain on the island. In either case, I will be filing for divorce upon my return.” He handed back the microphone to Eliza.
“Joanna, do you have any response?”
The young lady took the microphone and said, “Warren. I love you. There will always be a part of me that loves you. It’s just that this place has changed me in ways I couldn’t have realized. I...”
Warren spat directly into Joanna’s face, turned around, and walked towards the helipad. A chopper could be heard in the distance.
Eliza cringed. “That could have ended more amicably. Anyway, Joanna, have you made your decision to say or return with Warren? You have five minutes to decide. If you decide to stay, know that the penalty is one period of free use duty.”
“I’ve decided to stay.” She said coldly as she wiped her face.
“By the powers granted by you to the organization and your willingness to stay, the island sentences you to one period of free use duty. You will accept any and all sexual acts to your person as long as they result in vagnial insemination. There are no rest periods. You will endure this duty until a medibot has declared you pregnant. Do you understand?”
“Yes I do.”
“Please take your position on the table.” Eliza pointed to the table on the platform. The woman took off her bikini and bent over the table, gripping the hand holds.
A fit young man with curly brown hair approached the dais and kissed Joanna’s head. He said, “I know it was a hard decision to make, baby, but I’ll make sure you won’t regret it. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She whispered.
“Shut up George.” A pale woman shouted from the crowd. “See how you feel in a few weeks, my dearest husband. She just finished her period.”
Eliza made a face. “Is that true Joanna, I’m so sorry. This might be the longest free use duty I’ve witnessed. We’ll have a medibot on hand in case you need any medical assistance.”
“Thank you.”
George came around to the bent over woman’s behind and pulled down his shorts, revealing a long thinner penis. He plunged it deep inside Joanna. She moaned loudly as he attempted to make gentle love to her in front of nearly a hundred people.
“Can we get a ball gag down here, I think we’re going to have a loud one,” Eliza spoke into the microphone.
A girl ran up to the table and made Joanna open her mouth. After she was gagged there was only the sound of her muffled moaning and the slapping of balls on her snatch.
As the man intensified his thrusting, a long line formed behind him. After a while, they grew impatient.
“Would you hurry up, I have a work session soon.”
“We’re all very impressed George, but you don’t have to show off during free use. Just nut and fuck off.”
George bucked and jerked and then flopped down on top of Joanna. He managed to kiss her neck a couple of times before the next man inline pulled him off and pushed him away. He stumbled off the platform and fell on his butt, causing some to laugh. Cum spewed out of her gaping vagina.
The man who pulled him off had a big red beard and said, “my turn bitch. Time to score some points.” He rammed his shorter but thick dick right in her oozing pussy. She yelled out in orgasm through her gag. Her feet came off the ground and her toes curled.
“See that George? The bitch wants it hard and fast. See how my dick is cleaning out your precious cum? I doubt any child she has will be yours.” Gobs of cum splurted down the inside of her thighs. Redbeard soon orgasmed but not before Joanna came a second time. He smacked her ass after he spurted his load in her sloppy gash. The squat ruddy man gave each man in the line a high five and walked to the shower room. Joanna turned her head to catch a glimpse of him, moaning softly.
Jo covered her mouth. “They’ll just keep doing this?”
“Until she’s preggers Jo, yes that’s right. This is why it’s so important for couples to maintain a strong bond. You can push a man only so far,” Eliza said cheerily.
“It’s evil.” Al muttered, but felt his collar contract a small amount. He stopped talking.
Jo continued to stare. After the fifth man finished, Joanna had her eyes half closed and was mewling softly. Her pelvis could only move weakly in response to the pounding she was getting from a fresh cock.
“Al, do you think it makes sense for you to get in line?” Jo whispered in his ear.
“What!?”
“It’s an easy score.” Jo shrugged. “I won’t mind, honest. It looks like she’s enjoying it.” Jo’s hand moved to between her legs before she stopped herself. It didn’t matter much because anyone who looked could see that she had utterly soaked her bikini bottom.
Al made a fist with his hands before walking to the showers. “We’ll talk about this tonight.”
Jo continued to stare. “Sure thing hon, see you later.”
