Island Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  Both men selected the hardest path while the newbies got the easiest. Nancy struggled with the cargo net something terrible. I was already on my way down it in her lane to help her when Shira reached the top. Lin was the first one through the course on their side, but Zach was very close. Candice was about five feet higher on her net than Nancy was on hers. Her teammates just stood at the top cheering her on.

  I slid my arm between Nancy's legs. It shocked and confused her at first. Once I began lifting her it became obvious that she could climb the net much easier with my awkward assistance. I tried not to think about the fact that my forearm was pressing against the lips of her vagina. Hopefully she was not focused on it either.

  Nancy reached the top quickly then with my help, but it was too late. The blue team had just rung their bell. The game show hosts reappeared and congratulated the winners. We were all instructed to return to our sections immediately. The arena competition was over. There would be no association with the other team this time.

  The whole thing, including instructions, was over with well under a half hour. I found it exhausting and exhilarating. Competition brought excitement, despite our confinement. If I had to choose between having or not having these orange versus blue games, I would definitely be in favor of having them.

  Glancing back at the other team as they headed toward their exit, I noticed that Candice was limping. She had sustained an injury during the game. Lin was offering her assistance, but the bigger girl was shrugging it off.

  That's when the speaker sounded again. "The red circle on your left arm has now been activated. Press and hold the button to release pain reliever into your bloodstream. The dose will last half the day and the button will be available for use again at that time."

  Nancy immediately pressed hers.

  "Are you hurt?" I asked.

  "Not really," she replied. "But my muscles are sore all over."

  We didn't speak any more on the way out of the arena. Once we reached our section Nancy went straight to the nearest seat available, the table and benches located at the back of the barracks. We all took a seat there and rested for a while.

  Shira was the first one to speak. Solemnly she said, "I don't have any children."

  I didn’t know where that remark came from. I tried to associate it with what we had just experienced but failed.

  "Neither do I," Nancy replied. "Are you married?"

  "Yes," Shira answered. "But my husband died in the riots two years ago. Will I never get another chance to give birth?"

  So that was the connection. Not to the games, but to the imprisonment. Shira had not yet had the opportunity to have children. I could sympathize. I wanted to have kids one day myself. But there were also a lot of other things that I would not be able to experience if I could not find a way out of here.

  "I don't know," replied Nancy sadly. "What riots?"

  "The riots!" Shira acted like we both should already know what she was talking about. "We lived in New Jersey, and that's where he was killed by the police. But it was even worse in New York City. It was all over the news!"

  "Oh yeah," Nancy replied, but I could tell that she didn't remember any riots. I never watched the news, so it was no surprise that I wasn't familiar. I could not deal with the onslaught of negativity from the broadcasts. I decided to not even approach the subject. Ignorance could often be offensive when a person loses someone close.

  "I'm sorry about your husband. Were you in the hospital before you arrived here?" I asked.

  "No. I mean, maybe. I'm not sure. The last thing that I remember was riding the subway. Then there were loud noises and the rail car shook. I flew out of my seat suddenly, but I don't remember anything else. I thought that I was still floating when I woke up here. I guess that was from the drugs."

  "Ah, a subway accident. That matches up with the rest of our stories. They evidently selected people out of hospitals to bring here. Perhaps we were all near death. That still doesn't explain the legality of it. But in return for patching us up and making our bodies as good as new, they evidently expect us to compete in these games."

  "If I had to choose," Nancy said. "Between dying in a hospital bed or being here, the choice would be clear. But that still doesn't make it right. They can't just keep us here, can they?"

  I shook my head. Of course, they shouldn't be allowed to imprison us in exchange for full health. The only way to debate that issue and gain freedom appeared to be an escape. There were no wardens or counselors here to listen to our appeals. We had zero contact with the outside world. No family members could go running to the media on our behalf.

  "You said that your husband was killed by the police," I said to Shira. "Can I ask what you two did for work?"

  "My husband was a construction worker. Just a general laborer. I work at a Nail Salon. I do some graphic design as a freelancer. I went to college for that but was not able to graduate due to lack of funds. When do we get to eat again?" Shira asked.

  "Are you hungry?"

  "I'm starting to be."

  "We can check to see if the door to the barracks is open. They probably put lunch in the fridge while we were in the arena."

  I led them back to our living space. I could eat if the food had already arrived. I was more interested in hydration, though. Instead of heading to the kitchenette section in the common room when I entered, my eyes were drawn to my bedroom. There in the second bed was another body, asleep and under the thin blanket. The fourth member of our team had arrived.

  CHAPTER SEVEN:

  Bobby, that was the name of our newest recruit. He was in and out of consciousness and being difficult to communicate with so far. A meal was placed in the refrigerator for him, but he was never awake long enough to eat. The rest of us were the same way, so that was not concerning.

  However, he treated his arm casts like shackles and pulled at them angrily. He kept glancing around the room like there was something to see. Or, maybe he was seeing things that simply weren't there. I surely was getting a schizophrenic vibe from him. The heavy sedative drugs that they used on us could have different effects on different people. Who knows what it was doing to this guy’s brain?

  The newest male member to our team was probably a couple inches taller than me, so say about six foot six. Not near as buff, but clearly not a desk worker. His dark brown mullet hair and tan skin gave me no clue as to his ancestry. We told him where his clothes were but offered no assistance. The way he was acting it was best to give him some space.

  Nancy and I tried to help him appreciate where he was and what we thought was going on, but our patience wore thin. Eventually, we just left him be. Shira had walked out of the men's quarters the moment that he started cursing. Hopefully, a little more sleep and he would be easier to deal with.

  "I really enjoyed having you in my bed last night," I told Nancy while we were outside away from the others. "I honestly slept really well."

  "Me, too," she replied timidly, avoiding eye contact.

  "You what?" I asked. "Slept well? Or enjoyed being in my bed?"

  "Both," her response came out as a whisper.

  We had been working out together for nearly an hour, but our hearts just weren't into it. We were just going through the motions. Our bodies still benefited, so we continued. These arena challenges that we apparently were going to be subject to daily encouraged us to be in peak physical condition. We had to work at it like a job, whether or not we felt motivated.

  "I was worried that my nakedness might chase you off. When I woke up, I was aroused. I do not know if you were there long enough to notice."

  "It actually happened twice," she replied with an embarrassed grin. "Once in the middle of the night, then again in the morning. Yes, I noticed. The second time you rubbed it right against my ass."

  "Oh, sorry."

  "You were clearly sleeping, so it's not like it was intentional. Still, it was sort of... Sort of..."

  "Disturbing?"

  "Yeah, a litt
le. But no. That's not what I meant to say. It was more tantalizing than I was prepared to deal with." She turned completely away from me during the last sentence. Sexual talk was not something that she was accustomed to, apparently. Or maybe this was how she flirted. Either way, I was liking this turn in the conversation.

  "Oh, really. My boner got you horny, huh?"

  "Stop," she said to me over her shoulder.

  "Did you touch it?"

  "Stop!"

  "I think that was a definite yes!"

  "That's not right!” she replied, still avoiding looking directly at me. “But yes, I did touch it once. I was curious. You were so hard. And bigger than my ex-husband. I'm betting your girlfriends struggled with your size early in the relationship."

  "I'm not an animal. I can be gentle, take my time. I can show you if you like."

  "No!" she answered while covering her face with her hands. Then, through her fingers she said, "I mean, not yet. I've never had sex outside of a relationship before."

  "But we already have a relationship," I told her as I sat down the barbell and took a couple steps in her direction.

  "I mean a romantic relationship."

  "Oh, I see. So, you need to be romanced? How about this."

  I walked up behind Nancy after she dropped the weights that she was using for bicep curls. I gently had my hands caress her hips and waist as I kissed her softly on the shoulder. When she didn't resist, I wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her to me. My lips then found her neck and ears. She was too ticklish for me to spend much time there, so I moved on to her cheek. She turned her head to make it easy for me.

  "You are better at this than I was expecting," she whispered as she closed her eyes.

  I let my hands wander some more, to her hips, her thighs. I went high on her belly, right up until my knuckles brushed against her breasts. When she gasped, I pulled away teasingly. The next time that I got close she grabbed my hands and placed them squarely on her small but surprisingly firm tits. No bra was provided by our captors, so it was easy to find my way. I gently caressed and squeezed through her shirt before rubbing my fingertips against her nipples. More gasping.

  I have made love to more than a few women. Sometimes I was drunk. Other times the girl just wanted a well-endowed lover. Thinking back, more than half of the women that I had sex with meant nothing to me. It was just sex. Empty lust. I couldn’t say that I completely regretted it. Plenty of those women were very attractive. But the encounter did not leave me feeling better about myself.

  There were some girls that I cared about. A few stayed with me for a while. Others didn't feel the same. It happens, especially with young, sexually active women. It made dating less intimate than it should have. Everyone had to keep their guard up, so they didn't get their heart broken. It made relationships much less satisfying. Balancing between strengthening our bond while staying protected was tedious at times. Plus, I had to maintain my reputation as a tough guy.

  Today here with Nancy was different somehow. Our circumstances were part of it, for sure. If we had met in a bar or club somewhere, we would never have ended up together. That didn't mean that we weren't a good match, though. Fear and distraction would have kept us from getting to know each other like we were now.

  Nancy then surprised me by spinning around in my arms, albeit slowly. Her arms went around my shoulders as mine found the small of her slender back. My lips were just above her eye level. When she stared at them, I knew that she wanted a kiss. And not just a peck. I was brief with the first one just the same. It was an appetizer, a teaser. Her eyes took on a lustful look when she reopened them. I made the next kiss more passionate.

  We stood there for a couple of minutes probing each other's mouths with our tongues. My hands found her tight ass and gripped her cheeks, pulling her groin into mine. I was getting hard again. The pressure against her pelvis was almost painful until I reached down and adjusted the position of my penis.

  "Let me," she then whispered. That's when she slid one hand into my shorts, under my boxers. She grabbed my erection and squeezed. I tensed up from the slight pain of the grip, but more so from just the thought of Nancy's hand on my manhood. We kissed some more as she began tugging on it inside my shorts.

  I slid my hands under her shirt to play with her bare breasts. At that moment, Nancy was everything that I wanted in a woman. She was pretty and reasonably fit. But it was her personality, her vulnerability that lured my heart in. I wanted to make love to her right there in the exercise area. But I didn't want it to be the only time that we were intimate. I needed to be very careful.

  "Oh my God!" I said between kisses. "I want you so much. But I want it to mean something."

  "Me, too," she said. "I want it bad. My pussy is throbbing. Can we do this and not let it form a wedge between us?"

  "I want it to form a bond. Are you ready for that?" I pulled back enough to see her face as she responded. We were all caught up in the moment. Things could pass our lips that we only half meant, or less.

  "Right now, right here. You Joah, are all I have. But you are also all that I want. I'm ready."

  "Out here in the open like this?"

  "Oh God, no," she answered. "We need to find some place more private."

  I looked around at our section of the compound. The only private area was the bathroom or shower stall. Even the bedrooms did not have doors. Outside, there was no density of trees or bushes sufficient for blocking the view of anyone that came looking.

  I guided Nancy by the hand inside the building. I couldn't take a chance on her losing her nerve or arousal while we searched for a suitable place. Our first time together would have to be improvised. I considered the shower stall our best bet. Hopefully, our captors did not have a way of preventing two people from occupying the tiny room.

  Both Bobby and Shira were in their respective beds when we entered the common room. No one seemed to notice as we both slid into the shower room and locked the door behind us. The area outside the shower was a little more cramped than I remembered. The space most suitable would be the stall, but the water typically came on automatically.

  I could tell that Nancy was wondering the same as me. I couldn't let something like a ceiling producing warm rain get in the way of what I wanted. I pulled my shirt off over my head. While she was still studying my strong chest, I reached for her top. Luckily, she raised her arms so I could slide it up and off.

  Her breasts were begging for my attention. I wanted them to receive it. But getting completely naked was a priority. After that, there would be no turning back. When I reached for her shorts, she reciprocated and tugged my down. The perfect temperature water began descending down on us as we stepped in. Nancy's beautiful hair was going to get wet and dark. That was okay with me.

  I pulled her into my arms and continued kissing her, this time with a little more control. She squealed when I reached down and placed my arms under her ass. Lifting her so that I returned fully upright, I found her eager breasts in my face. My hands were occupied so I did the best I could with just my mouth. She seemed pleased with my effort.

  The time came for penetration. She had already voiced her concern over my size, so I needed to pace myself. I returned her feet to the floor and reached between her legs to make sure there was enough lubrication. She grabbed my manhood at the same time. A few seconds later she gestured for me to stop.

  "That's enough," she said. "I'm ready. We'll just have to take it slow."

  And that's what we did. I lifted her into position with her legs spread wide and allowed her to guide me in. Once I could feel the warm goodness of the inside of her vagina, it was difficult to go slow. She kept stopping me, though. Pressing one hand against my chest as she winced in pain, she would verbally make it clear that it was too much, too soon.

  It took a while to get completely inside of her. Once I did, I could still easily tell that she was in some discomfort. I felt for her, but my testosterone was in serious need of power thr
usting. I had to override it with my mind, which took significant effort by the way, to keep from hurting her. Instead, I held her legs up with my arms behind her knees. This allowed her to bob her pussy up and down on me at her pace.

  Once we got a rhythm going, we returned to kissing. In the passion of the moment I lost some self-control and started slamming my pelvis forward. She grunted each time but did not make me stop. After a while we were going at it pretty good. There was no longer any doubt that we could be heard by our cellmates, but I had no intention of pointing that out to my lover. No matter how hard she tried, a moan or grunt would escape her with each repetition.

  "Put me down," she finally said, and repeated when I did not respond. Neither of us had climaxed, so I was hoping that she was not done. Still, I did as she asked. Then she turned around and bent over, reaching back between her legs to guide me in again. This view of her sexy form was just as good.