Dystopian Girls 5

by Rodzil LaBraun

  The three women started talking among themselves, but it was quickly escalating into an argument. There was some disagreement over when the stores closed or if the plumbing still worked everywhere. Jada claimed that Riley's headphones actually belonged to her and she was upset about the battery drain. There was no way to recharge them, she said, because the electric was out. Riley looked at her like she was crazy and claimed that she had them on the charger just before she used them.

  I looked around to see if any lights were on, getting caught back up in the drama that had become our mysterious new life. There weren’t any from what I could see. Peering into the kitchen, though, I could see that the clock wasn't working on the stove or microwave. I was beginning to think that maybe Riley was the crazy one.

  Then there was triple knock on the screen door. A moment later the doorbell rang. How did that still work?

  Jada and Alexa immediately went on alert, just like I should have. But I was so confused that I just sat there watching the show. It was a mystery with beautiful... Scratch that. Dropped dead gorgeous women acting out some crazy sci-fi thriller and I had no idea how it would end. Then I realized that I should be happy no matter what was going on.

  I could be all alone. Though these women didn't know me. Actually, that was debatable when it came to Riley. I still had a chance at a relationship with any of them. Or maybe all of them, like before. It could be fun getting to know them all over again. Were there still less males than females like before? Or would I soon be facing some competition? I had no idea! And I wasn’t about to reason it out either.

  Riley didn't seem that phased by the doorbell. She looked like she might be expecting more guests or possibly a pizza delivery. I chuckled at that thought and suddenly craved some popcorn. I should be snacking while watching this play out. Damn! I was actually starving. How did I not realize that before?

  I could easily see the front door from where I sat. Along with Jada and Alexa, I just watched as Riley's long stride carried her to the main entrance. She swiftly opened the door and stepped back like she was fully prepared to invite the new arrival inside.

  There at the threshold stood Bianka, smiling. She was as stunning as ever. More so, even. She only had on a sheer white nightgown that barely covered her crotch. Sleeveless and low cut on the chest it accented her tan skin remarkably. I tried my best to memorize her appearance. Surely, I could not be so lucky to have that be her new look.

  "I heard that there was a party going on here," Bianka said as she stepped in with her bare feet. Bright red toenail polish matched what was on her fingernails. Her lipstick, too. Was this for real?

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

  Before I knew it the sensual new Bianka was on my lap, straddling me. Her perfect body slithered like a topnotch stripper, or a cobra. My hands found her firm thighs, first. But she quickly grabbed my wrists to place my eager fingers on her incredible breasts through her silk nightie. Craning her neck, she slid her fingers around my skull to pull me in for the most passionate kiss of my life.

  I had wanted this for so long. My eyes rolled back as I gave into the moment. Paradise, finally. What was I thinking? Everyday had been paradise for a while. Except all the bloodshed. And when Alexa was missing. Or getting knocked through a loop by Mister Skull. So, maybe living with this confusion would be a worthy trade off to have sex with Bianka. Wait, it wasn’t going to be a one-time thing, was it? And it wasn’t going to scare off the others, I hoped.

  Her hips began to rock forward and back with melodic rhythm. She was grinding on my crotch as we kissed. I was certain that my little mindless friend was responding as she desired. I knew it for sure when one hand slid into my shorts to grab it tightly.

  There was no background noise. I had expected noisy complaints out of the other women. Surely, at least Alexa would take issue with this scene. Even if she hadn’t intended on following the story line and becoming my wife. They wouldn't all just leave without saying something. Yet, it did not concern me enough to open my eyes.

  It wasn't until Bianka's mouth left mine that I had a peek. She was grinning at me then as she raised up and pointed the tip of my erection at her moist entryway. She wasn’t even wearing panties. This was finally happening.

  She bounced on me slowly at first, moving her body like she was dancing to her favorite song. And it was everything that I had dreamed it would be. My limited experience thus far suggested that a pussy was just a pussy, once you got inside. Some were tighter than others, but otherwise, it was just a hot wet flesh tunnel specifically designed to take me to climax.

  I was wrong. Somehow, Bianka's vagina was like being on drugs while fucking. I never did drugs, but I assumed that was the sensation that I was feeling. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Even if I thought that she would kill me afterward, like a praying mantis, I would still let her continue. That was how good I was feeling.

  Surely some of it came from the anticipation. I had lusted after Bianka since pretty much the day that I met her. Her sexual preference had listed her as unattainable. Oh, I tried, on one particular occasion especially. But I always failed.

  In this timeline, though, Bianka was different. I couldn't say that I didn't miss the old version of her. I did. I missed all my women. I loved and appreciated all of them the way they were. Even jealous Alexa. But nothing was going to keep me from enjoying this moment to the maximum.

  Her pace quickened as she began to groan. I tried desperately to lick her nipples as they bounced in front of my face, but her movement made it near impossible. She was about to orgasm. And I was getting there quickly, too.

  I wanted to make it last as long as possible. I was not prepared for what might come after this. I only wanted this to continue. Forever, if possible. Don't cum, I told myself. Make it last as long as I could.

  But I couldn't. She came first, but I followed her quickly. When I clinched my eyes shut in that powerful moment, I felt her hands around my neck, choking me. I had never been into that. And I certainly didn’t need it to enjoy the moment. It was already the most amazing sensation of my life.

  My eyelids flew up in panic. She was still riding my cock, but she looked angry as she tried to cut off my air supply with an intense grip. I grabbed her wrists to pull her hands free, but I couldn't. She was crazy strong.

  I closed my eyes again to put all my energy into it. The next time that I looked up it was Jada riding me instead. Did I miss something? Did she jump on quickly for her turn?

  Jada did not look as angry, and her hands were more on my shoulders than my neck. Still, I thought that I must be hallucinating. So, I closed my eyes again. I could still feel the life being drained from me by a chokehold, but not the pressure of hands on my throat.

  Then it was Riley for a spell. After that, it was Alexa bouncing up and down on me. Something was totally fucked up in my head. I knew it, but I wasn't sure that I cared. The only thing was that I could no longer feel any arousal in my loins. In fact, I didn't feel anything down there. Had I been paralyzed by too much sex?

  I looked to my groin in fear that something was terribly wrong. There I saw the recognizable vagina of my newest wife, Stella. Looking up confirmed it. It was her turn. Yet somehow, I never experienced any of the transitions between women. It was a steady rhythm that matched what Bianka had started when she was about to climax.

  My brain was so incredibly tired, probably starved of oxygen. I needed to sleep. But who sleeps while they are being made passionate love to by beautiful women? Not this guy. Still, I had to close my eyes for a while. Just a brief rest. Please, don’t make it stop, whoever is doing this. Keep it going forever, please. I beg of you.

  Then I felt nothing for an immeasurable amount of time. I heard nothing and saw nothing. When I finally peeked again, it was Bianka above me. Had I imagined the others?

  Bianka was not straddling me, though. She was off to the side and wearing the leather vest that I distinctly remembered from a previous life.

  My mind wa
s totally fucked up. It had to be another hallucination.

  "Mason," she called to me. She sounded like she was very far away. I felt her hands on my face, but it was like a soft towel, not a grip of fingers.

  "What happened?" Alexa's voice pulled at me. I felt like drowning in the darkness before that. But the concern in her tone made me linger.

  "He must have woken up and got off the couch," I heard Jada’s voice explain.

  "We need to try to get him to wake up now," Riley then said urgently. "He's been out for three days. This might be our chance to end his coma for good."

  Coma? Did she say that I had been in a coma for three days? Nah. The sex was unbelievably good, but it couldn’t have sent me into a coma, could it?

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN:

  I faded in and out of the blackness a few times. Each cycle brought with it more confusion.

  In one world, the one where only Riley remembered me and Bianka was no longer a lesbian, all hell was breaking loose. But sort of in a good way. All the women were getting in on the sex. It had become a full-blown orgy. The stereo blared out heavy metal music when Riley reentered the room with a whip and two sets of handcuffs.

  My slender, formerly second wife, looked really good in full body black leather. Only the pale skin of her face contrasted, and it was painted with horror movie clown make up.

  Just when I thought that it couldn't get any weirder, someone brought a goat into the living room on a leash. On its back was an orangutan with a microphone. He was trying to karaoke to the Metallica song, but I couldn’t make out a single word. I considered booing him off the goat and taking his place to show him how it was really done, when I faded out again.

  In the other world things were beginning to feel much more real. Each voice that I heard corresponded to a recognizable personality from back before Mister Skull's visit. They were concerned about me, whispering quietly like they were keeping secrets.

  None of the girls were naked or wearing dominatrix costumes. Nor were they engaged in any sexual activity. I could make out their faces when they spoke to me, but the background blurred and shifted, fighting to take me back to the house in my alternate reality.

  I answered their questions in my head, but the words only slurred across my lips. Was I paralyzed? I tried desperately to tell them that I was okay, to ease their concern. But the truth was that I was far from alright.

  Then everything faded out. Both worlds. I waited patiently for one of them to return. The one with the goat was my preference at the time. Of course, the beast had nothing to do with it. I wanted the orgy. And the new and improved Bianka. But I would happily take the other world over the darkness that was pulling me ever downward.

  Was I dying?

  "No!" I screamed in my mind. I wasn't ready to die. My women were counting on me to help them survive. I had to fight it.

  I managed to open my eyes, but I saw nothing still. "Is this what death feels like?" I asked myself, trying to do so out loud. Then I noticed shapes in the darkness. Not demons approaching, thankfully. But corners of the ceiling and walls. Then picture frames and lamps that were not functioning. I was in a living room.

  When I raised up on my elbows to get a better look, I felt a shackle around my ankle. A very soft one. Did Riley fasten me to the couch with a set of fuzzy handcuffs?

  No. It turned out to be a hand. It belonged to Jada. She was sleeping while sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa where I had been comatose. On her lap rested Alexa's beautiful face, peaceful in slumber. My first wife was sleeping on the floor right beside me.

  A second sofa was on the opposite side of the room. There slept Stella with her young innocent face resting on her hands like she fell asleep while praying. On the floor in front of her was Riley, also prone. One knee was raised up and leaning against Stella's couch, causing her dress to slide up and reveal her nude vagina.

  It was dark aside from a dim light in the other room. It allowed me to make out the shadow of stubble above her slit. She hadn't been keeping up with shaving. But it just might have been my imagination, or the poor lighting. Had the two of us had sex in this reality, too?

  They were all oblivious to me waking. I figured that they were very tired to all sleep at once, so I did my best not to disturb them. I wanted to get up and use the bathroom. My bladder was hurting so much that my brain registered the smell of piss. I hoped that I wasn’t inhaling the real odor.

  The scent was strong even. I took a couple sniffs and deduced that I was actually smelling urine. Recently released, too. Not the old stale scent that seemed to permeate overcrowded cities. Did one of my girls piss themselves?

  Then I felt something slimy on my inner thigh. It was my own limp dick, and it was wet. I had pissed myself. Damn! How were these girls sleeping through this odor? We needed to wake up and clean the sofa cushions immediately. No, wait. I'm lying on a thick bath towel. It looks to have soaked up my accidental body fluid spillage. And beneath it was a sheet of plastic.

  Fuck! This was evidently not the first time that I urinated in my sleep. They were prepared for it, used to it even!

  My women were taking care of me while I was out, possibly for days like I heard them say. It made me feel like shit. I was supposed to be the one to take care of them. Deep embarrassment washed over me. I had failed them when they needed me. But worse yet, I survived in a limited capacity to have become a burden on them.

  My deep breath nearly turned into a sob. It was a very sad feeling spreading through my body. Every inch of me was getting heavy from an onslaught of depression. I couldn't face them. I wanted to fall back asleep. Maybe forever. Surely, they would be better off without me now.

  Before I could collapse back onto the sofa in my own stench, I heard a stirring elsewhere in the house. I took another look around. What I found confused me once again.

  I was in the house on Norcross Way. The one from my coma dream where Alexa and Jada did not know who I was. The same building where I scrounged for a sweet snack way back before I had even met any of them. How is this possible?

  The marble kitchen was within view and cluttered with objects that I recognized. Personal items of my girls. Jada's sniper rifle. The phones that we were using to communicate with each other back before...

  Before what? What was actually real?

  I felt legitimately awake, yet my dreams were still blurring together. I needed to put the pieces of this puzzle together before I decide to slip back into oblivion so as not to face the embarrassment of what I had become to my followers.

  Then a door shut loudly. Not really loud, it just kind of broke the silence suddenly. None of the women awoke from it, so I may have been overreacting to the noise. It was Bianka that caused the stir. She was very much awake. She went straight to the kitchen island and sat her submachinegun on it, pulling the strap from her exposed tan shoulder.

  I stayed quiet. I didn't want her to see me like this. In the dark it was easy for her not to notice that I was awake. I could barely tell that it was her in the kitchen except for the fact that I had memorized every inch of her body, and her unique style of movement. The way that I could recognize a hockey player by the way that they skated without needing to see their jersey number.

  Bianka took a heavy sigh as she braced herself against the island counter. She was obviously weighed down. Why wouldn't she be? The man that she was counting on to save her and the others got knocked into last week! Or was that not right after all? Either way, I had apparently been in a coma and utterly worthless to them.

  I wondered who took the lead while I was gone. Bianka? Jada? Or maybe Riley. It had to be one of them surely. Neither Alexa nor Stella had the personality for leadership.

  My thought was interrupted as Bianka turned and walked slowly into the living room. I could see that she was trying not to wake anyone. Maybe her shift of guard duty was over, and she needed to carefully alert the person that was scheduled next. That was likely Jada. And she had her hand gripped around m
y ankle for some reason.

  Sure enough, Bianka was headed right for my ebony lover. Then she stopped abruptly like a sound caught her attention. Instead of going on alert, she spoke.

  "Mason," her voice was as soft as silk. That had to be for the purpose of not waking the others. There was no way that she was still that affectionate toward my worthless ass. My piss covered, comatose, pathetic ass. "Are you awake?"

  "Shhh," I replied. I couldn't see her facial expression because what little light existed was trapped behind her. Maybe it was contempt. Surely it was. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

  "Sorry for what?" Bianka asked like she was totally oblivious to the situation. "Oh," she then said. Her hand went to her face. I imagined that she was pinching her nose to keep out the vile odor of my urine.