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  "Stay here," I told Lin. Behind her I saw Shira finally step into view at the entrance to the structure. She appeared to have been sleeping. It was a very good thing that we weren't all asleep when these things arrived. "Protect Nancy and Shira while I hunt them down."

  No one argued with my instructions. They simply told me to be careful. Protector of the babes was clearly my role in this group. As troubling as this invasion of our new home was, I felt almost happy to have a purpose. My mind no longer troubled, I concentrated on the task at hand.

  The now disabled robots had made no sound when they traveled across the soft land. It was possible that the southerly remaining attacker was clicking its feet on stone, but the gentle waves rolling in made it difficult to pick up on such a slight sound from this distance. It would likely be the farthest, so I focused instead on the one that headed east.

  The center of the island wasn't more than ten feet above the sea level. That didn't allow for a lot of elevation variances. However, there were a few tiny sand dunes. I found the targeted mechanical crawler just beyond one of them. I watched in amazement as it chased what must have been some sort of crab. It was a four-legged crustacean with large pinchers on the sides of its mouth. Dark blue shell on top, light green on the bottom.

  A ball of energy shot out of our unwanted visiting droid to fry the crab alive where it stood. I debated briefly on whether to let it cook us some more food before I ended it. Briefly. One shot from the pulse rifle obliterated the device leaving it a charred mess on the beach.

  I eventually heard the final invader scratching pointed metal feet against rock as I surmounted the stone landing pad. It had slid down the steep grade on the far end until it was halfway into the sea. The water did not appear to impair its function. It noticed me and began rotating its mouth in my direction. Before it could fire off an energy ball, I annihilated it, sending its rigid insect form into the blue liquid. The thing slowly sunk down a few feet under water then came to rest on the ocean floor.

  I did not know if this was the first wave of an impending onslaught or an isolated attack. I hurried back to the building but not until I snatched up the dead crab. It had enough meat to maybe feed two people. We could all share, assuming that it was even edible.

  I casually handed my prize to Nancy, which she accepted hesitantly, rushing to toss it into a pot. Lin was inspecting the disabled robot closest to us when I went inside to run cold water on my burnt arm. The stinging sensation had increased after the heat of battle ended. Cool water was making it feel much better. Even the redness began to fade some.

  The lone structure had just one room, but it was very spacious. The kitchen section was constructed on the left wall, facing west. You could watch the glorious sunset of purple and pink shades while doing dishes in the evening. It had one of the two windows in the building, neither with glass, nor screen. The sink below it had clean water and a knob that allowed you to vary the temperature a surprising amount, from ice cold to steaming hot. A refrigeration box was very similar to the one that we had in our previous prison. It could keep food and drink cold for us, but there was no freezer for long term storage. A cooking appliance that we first referred as a microwave was also provided. This one, though, had settings that we took for time and temperature like an oven. Symbols were used on the controls instead of words.

  One of the survival kits that jettisoned from the shuttle craft before it took off held plenty of kitchen supplies. There were pots and pans, cups and plates, and some weird looking silverware including forks with their tines in a square. Knives in a range of sizes were in abundance, some large enough to use as weapons or to chop through branches. There were a couple digging tools as well, like skinny shovels that could double as an axe.

  The opposite wall facing east was taken almost entirely by the bed. It must have been fifteen feet wide. The enormous size was needed because there was only one place to sleep. It did allow you to decide how close you would like to be to your bedfellows. I slept in contact with both Nancy and Lin much of the night while Shira stayed to one side. We took turns remaining awake and listening for trouble since we no longer had the security of a sealed door.

  A single dresser with two deep drawers was where we dumped the new clothing that came in one of the survival kits. They were not gender specific. Most weren't even body part specific, for that matter. That same container also provided us towels, pillows, and two blankets.

  The north wall had the remaining window just above a tub large enough to hold three people. It doubled as an open shower. The familiar rain faucets were embedded into the ceiling. There were three of them should we decide to clean up as a group. There was no barrier to block the view of your naked ass, though. Shira suggested using some of the clothing or towels as shower curtains. When I told her that I preferred to watch her shower I received my first stink eye of our new home.

  Thankfully there was a view-proof, sound-proof barrier around the toilet. Naked beautiful women lathering up their splendid bodies I desired to see. Grunting out a poopy I did not. More than a month's worth of toilet paper was provided in the kits also. The huge bottle of all-purpose cleaning solution we decided to use for showers and dish cleaning since it was the only soap that we had on hand. Just a dab did whatever clean up job we needed.

  "Joah, come look at this," Lin said from the entrance. In her left hand was a piece of the robot spider. It looked like a lid. I recognized the burnt section from my shot.

  I followed her outside to peer into the inner chamber of the inoperable unit. There were two compartments separate from the inner workings of the mechanical beast. One held what appeared to be fishing line. The other contained a dozen hooks. This was the fishing gear that we needed. We were most definitely still in some sort of game. Our owners were providing a means for us to eat. Not out of sympathy for our situation. No. Our continued existence simply was to the benefit of their entertainment program.

  CHAPTER TWO:

  It took me about an hour to find a good enough branch to use for a fishing rod, then to whittle it into what I jokingly referred to as an angler's masterpiece. I did at least have notches to use as guides, and a short shoot-off limb to hold the line. It wouldn't win any awards, but it got the job done. I caught three long, skinny green fish, maybe twenty to twenty-five inches each. And a fat pink one that was less than fifteen inches but had more meat than the greens. I also kept a small black fish that came from out of nowhere to snare my line while I was trying to get a second pinky.

  We opened up the other two spiders that remained on dry land to find the same fishing supplies. I sat them inside the building for future use. Boredom or necessity could have me fashioning a second fishing rod soon. There were no worms anywhere on the island, so I had to start off with insects as my lures. Any tiny yellow minnows that I caught with those helped me catch the bigger fish.

  Inside the gray sphere that fell from the sky we found four long rubbery bladders with inflation values. Once aired up, each of us could float on one by pulling it around our back and under our arms. Or, I surmised that they could be tied under a flat construction of wood, like a raft. With the other islands in the distance, it might be worth building something like that eventually.

  Our new home came with a fire pit, just off to the left of the entrance. Three benches sat around it. The fourth side had racks that could be slid over the flames to cook the food. That was our plan for cooking the fish for dinner. Though our new home was very different than our last one in major ways, it did still have some similarities. That somehow was comforting as we came to terms with our new living situation.

  Shira experimented with ways of drying out and preparing the pink kelp to make it most pleasant. We could eat it straight from the sea if we were starving. Otherwise, a little work was needed to make it a regular part of the diet. We were currently depending on it as our only vegetable intact. The aliens kept us well fed before. I assumed that this seaweed would provide good nutrition, or another vegetable
would fall from the sky, so to speak. Probably not literally.

  There were thousands of white berries growing in bushes near the rocks. They proved to be exceptionally sweet and delicious. Additionally, we had something that resembled coconuts. They were about the size of a basketball with a smooth jet-black surface. They grew too high in the trees for us to reach. Luckily, they dropped to the ground once they were ripe. The center had a soft orange substance that was thick and tasted like vanilla ice cream. Both fruits also made a delicious juice.

  We all worked together to prepare the meal. Once fed we lazily retired to the swings. Two tandem units had been provided to the right of the house opening, both with shade canopies. Nancy and Shira took one, Lin and I the other. The two pieces of furniture faced each other at an ideal distance for easy conversation.

  "Do you think we'll have to fight off some sort of attack every day?" Nancy asked. "Like the daily survival challenge in the arena?"

  "Maybe," I replied without wanting to give it much thought. "There is not enough information at this point to determine whether they plan to keep to the same schedule."

  "But you believe that we are still on one of their entertainment shows?" Shira queried.

  "I do." There was then a long pause as we all mulled that over.

  "Is that a bird?" Lin broke the silence as she pointed out to the sea. I could barely make what she was talking about, it was so far away. "It hasn't been flapping any wings or going anywhere except side to side. It's more like it is hovering. Maybe it is something like a hummingbird, only a lot larger."

  "How long has it been there?" asked Nancy.

  "At least a couple minutes."

  "A drone," I told them. "I bet that is one of their cameras. They don't need any fixed anywhere on the island if they can record from mobile units. I guess that confirms my suspicions. The good news with that system is that we'll have some privacy inside the building."

  "Can we destroy the drones?" Shira asked. She was not typically one to resort to violence quickly, but she did like her privacy.

  "There is nothing that we can do, really," I replied. And it was true. The few times that we thought that we were in control, we were wrong. "They'll just keep sending more drones. Aliens are going to be watching us. We might as well come to terms with that and go about our lives. We just need to be prepared for whatever they send against us. Just like the last prison, there will eventually be a way out of here."

  "Are you sure about that?" Lin asked as she slid her hand into mine and interlocked our fingers.

  "It stands to reason," I replied, appreciative of her affectionate gesture. "And it is reason for hope."

  Nancy shrugged and said, "I'm not entirely sure that I ever want to leave this island."

  "What?" Lin and Shira asked simultaneously in shock.

  "Where would we go? The world that we knew is long gone. The galaxy allegedly has all kinds of aliens, but no humans except in this game. This island is actually very nice. Rich people used to save their money to retire in places like this. There is food and shelter, and a beautiful view, and wonderful people to share it with."

  "And the robotic spider attacks?" Shira asked, leaning forward on the same swing as Nancy to look her in the eye. "You are okay with that?"

  "Mosquitoes," Nancy answered flippantly. "With a tropical paradise, you have to take the bad with the good."

  "Mosquitoes?" Shira could not believe what she was hearing. A debate began between the two of them over the validity of Nancy's statement. I knew that she was not entirely serious. However, she did have some good points. Things could be a lot worse. Freedom elsewhere might mean living life as beggars, or even prostitutes, to survive. We did not have it all that bad. Attacks like the one we just survived were not incredibly challenging. But I anticipated that they would get worse.

  After a while Lin got tired of the conversation and announced that she was going to take a bath. We all knew the bathing situation, so it was implied that she would like a little privacy while she was in the tub. I firmly believed that there was some leeway in my regard. I waited a few minutes before going inside. Nancy and Shira gave me the raised eyebrow, so I gave them the signal to stay quiet. They had to know what I was up to.

  "Hello!" Lin said as I walked in. It was not a greeting, but a warning. "I'm in the tub!" She had drawn the basin full and turned off the three interior lights that resembled torches. The setting sun was still shining through the kitchen window illuminating the building interior sufficiently. Some additional light was coming in through the tub window as well, causing Lin to appear as a silhouette. In her profile I could see that her hair was pulled up and her luscious breasts were just above the water line.

  I ignored her warning and walked right up to the tub. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked. My only reply was to drop my shorts to the floor. My boxers went with them. I gave her a few seconds to inspect my naked body before stepping into the tub. I was not fully aroused, but she was already familiar with my package. I was just signaling intent.

  The water was quite warm, almost like a hot tub. There were no bubbles, so her sexy body was in full view to me through the clear liquid, diminished only by the dim lighting. She made a modest effort to cover up. Instead of sitting down in the tub, I sat on the side and spread my knees apart. Leaning back, I made like I was just going to relax there soaking my feet.

  "Are you planning to take a bath with me?" she asked, no longer indicating with her tone like that it would be a bad thing.

  "Maybe," was all that I said, continuing to relax. I even tilted my head back and closed my eyes.

  Lin then continued as if I wasn't there, scrubbing her gorgeous body with the tiny sponge that was provided. I tried my best to act casual, but my penis was not very good at that game. He knew what was going to happen. Or at least what I was hoping would happen. And he was getting very excited about the prospect. I could not convince him to play it cool.

  Eventually, the sponge of warm water was applied to my knee. Then my calf and my foot inside the tub. Lin was going to wash me as I sat there. Once done with that leg she moved on to the other. I sat quietly as she completed the second leg. If she was going to continue, she would need to move on to another body part. My boner was practically begging for it to be his turn.

  Lin stood up, instead, and began to scrub my chest and arms. She leaned forward to scrub my back causing her full breasts to press against my chin. That was more than I could shrug off. Bringing my head forward had her nipples rubbing against my nose and lips. I stuck out my tongue to lick them as they passed, reaping only giggles from Lin.

  After that she progressed down to my belly. My large pecker kept knocking into her arms as she went about cleaning everything but the part that was begging for attention. She even asked me to rise up so she could scrub my ass.

  Then it was time. Finally. Instead of using the sponge Lin placed her hands on my penis and ball sack, massaging the water into my skin. Slowly, the motion transitioned over something more sexual. Her fingers pulled my skin up and down my shaft, brushing against the edge of the head with each stroke.

  I watched silently as she worked me. I was fully prepared for one of two options. Either she would mount me for sexual intercourse, or she would signal that it was her turn. I would be delighted to return the favor. However, she was making me feel very nice. I was forgetting about where we were. Nancy's suggestion that we just live life happily here was starting to sound like a grand idea. My body was determined to let Lin go as far as she wanted to go.

  When Lin placed her lips around the head of my erection, nothing else mattered. I just wanted more. She continued to massage me with two hands as her lips and tongue worked my tip. When the stroking stopped, I thought maybe I had gotten as much as she was willing to give. That was okay, if it had to be that way. I had enjoyed every second of it. Instead, though, I felt the warmth of her mouth slide halfway down my shaft. She took as much as she could, then retreated.

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p; A couple more strokes as she caught her breath, then her beautiful mouth was on me again. Not as deep this time but bobbing up and down. Eventually one hand joined in the rhythm as the other gently massaged my balls. She was working me so perfectly that I was racing toward climax faster than I ever had since my teenage years.

  My thighs twitched. That was a clear sign. Lin surely recognized it. But she continued. My breathing became fast and short, my stomach muscles flexing. There was no way that she could ignore that one. Yet, she continued, even quickened her pace. I attempted at the last second to grab her hands, even push her face away. But it was too late. She had taken me too far. So, I rocked my head back and enjoyed it, making much more noise than I usually did during an orgasm.

  When my body started jerking uncontrollably, Lin stopped everything except the stroking hand. It slowed to nearly a crawl. Eventually, it was over. Then she released me and stood up. At that point I was still unable to form words. But whatever she wanted I would gladly do.