It's My Party

He was thus Ricardo's perfect choice for Jessica's butt mount. Hernando had worked to make his sperm deposit from underneath while Jenaro fucked from above. Jenaro had very clear instructions about keeping most of his body weight on top of Jessica's breasts. Squeezed between the two men, Jessica couldn't open up her rib cage to breath. The timing had been perfect. Hernando fucked like lighting and Jessica to feel his insemination of her rectal cavity just before Jenaro's weight finally drove her unconscious. Ricardo wanted the last moment of her punishment to be a living hell.

And Alfonso had abandoned her to her fate! The body positions might have seemed haphazard to Jessica, but the entire affair had been carefully orchestrated. Ricardo had never spoken and had never come into Jessica's field of vision. As far as she knew, he had not even been present during her punishment. The first she had seen him this morning was when she awoke from her ordeal wearing an adult diaper and lying on his bed.

For a while, Jessica had silently watched Ricardo working with some papers at a nearby desk. She was totally unaware he knew she was awake, having turned away from her just as she began to regain consciousness. Her mind floated back to the memories of the horror. Jessica and her lover had been discovered, and then her lover had abandoned her.

Both Hernando and Jenaro had twisted Jessica's head before her fucking and forced her to stare at Alfonso standing just a few meters away, her longtime lover doing absolutely nothing to prevent her double rape. And with Jenaro's body pressing down on her, she could not see Ricardo's cane directly above her threatening Alfonso with mortal injury if he tried to interfere, if he so much as moved. Jessica in her horror thought that Alfonso had betrayed and abandoned her. She never witnessed his punishment.

And perhaps, Ricardo thought, she would never see him again. There was still much to consider on that issue. But in the short term, everything was clear. Ricardo and Jessica would stay topside while Ricardo continued Jessica's indoctrination, and meanwhile Diego, Jenaro, and Hernando would begin work with their new slave Alfonso on the next phase of their project. The work would probably take a week, a perfect fit to Ricardo's plans and his estimate for how long it would take for Jessica's training to set.

And for now, it was time to do a little testing. After Jessica drank a third glass of water, Ricardo got up briefly to strip. He had his slave lie down again on the bed, this time on her back, and then he joined her, kneeling at her shoulders. It was the perfect time for Ricardo to begin learning Jessica's body. He started with her face.

Fingers that could deliver intense pain began tracing her facial contours, her jaw and cheeks, her fine shape of her ears, her lips, her nose, the arteries and glands around her throat, lightly but thoroughly inspecting every facet of her head and neck. Jessica lay still and accepted the examination, even when Ricardo probed under her eyes, pinching and lifting the eyelids to inspect their undersides. His fingers spent a great deal of time feeling the top of her head, traveling through the fine straight hair, a natural strawberry blond in color. It was shoulder length hair and Alfonso was in love with it. Jessica would sometimes pull it back in a ponytail, but most often she used a hair band, a very old technique which had recently come back into fashion.

Her arms were next, tracing Jessica's hands, the tendons and muscles in her arms, probing her ribs under her arms, sensing and remembering spots she found particularly ticklish. Then he stroked her breasts. They were quite petite, especially when she was lying on her back, Ricardo guessed halfway between an A and a B cup. And Jessica had very boyish hips, only a slight feminine flair at her pelvis. Ricardo knew she was twenty years old. But with her height of 160 cm in bare feet and her very fresh and youthful face, Ricardo thought that with the right school clothes, Jessica could easily pass at being in junior high. He smiled at the possibility. There were endless supplies of clothes in the mall.

Ricardo moved to the bottom of the bed and examined her feet, probing the balls of her feet, sniffing between her toes, finally moving up to her calves and thighs. Eventually his fingers traced the bones of her pelvis, pushing in below her navel to frame the position of her uterus and ovaries. The examination ended at her labia, opening her and sniffing her. With one hand opening and pinching her outer lips, Ricardo's other hand firmly gripped her dense pubic fur and lifted up, popping her pink clitoris from its protective fold. Jessica gave a tiny gasp but said nothing. She spread her legs a little further, offering Ricardo her sex.

But Ricardo had other ideas. He came and positioned his groin near her head, pressing his limp penis against her cheek. Jessica assumed Ricardo wanted oral sex and slurped the penis into her mouth. Ricardo was still and watched her silently as she tried to suckle him erect. He was somewhat surprised. Her technique was actually quite good, and it took a fair bit of control for him to keep his penis limp. But Ricardo wanted to see how Jessica would react.

Her reaction was exactly what he was hoping for. Jessica began getting nervous from his lack of sexual response, and she tried to make eye contact with Ricardo to see if he was angry with her. That was unexpected and one of Ricardo's most intense dislikes. He hated making eye contact with anyone, and he gave a short warning grunt of disapproval.

Jessica replied immediately with a whimper of understanding, and Ricardo had to concentrate not to grin. She had suckled his penis far into her mouth, all the way to her throat, and the sensuous warmth and moisture and excellent suckling action had pumped Ricardo into a half erection despite his best efforts to ignore Jessica's blowjob. Her whimper had vibrated her throat tissue against his sensitive penis head. The sensation was almost enough to make Ricardo smile with delight.

But to show appreciation now would ruin everything. It would show that he valued her, and it was far too soon for that. So Ricardo kept a poker face, and after a moment Jessica popped the penis from her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and with her eyes obediently downcast, made feather-light tentative licks across his scrotum. Her meaning was perfectly clear. She was asking, "Is this what you want?"

Ricardo sighed and spread his legs slightly, a response Jessica correctly interpreted as, "Maybe. Let's see what you can do." Ricardo gave her ample time to demonstrate her abilities. She really was quite skilled at suckling testes. She played with his left nut first, lots of kisses and licks and caressing the orb with her lips, and when she finally slid the fat orb into her mouth, Ricardo blinked at how gently the trick had been accomplished. Her tongue was now probing the soft scrotal tissue behind the testis, and the testis itself was being caressed and fondled so gently, it didn't feel as if it was inside her mouth at all. Ricardo closed his eyes and imaged his sac being immersed in warm and moist layers of silk.

And the nut was slowly slipped from her mouth. The tongue traveled, away from the sac, licking and tasting the bottom of his well-muscled ass cheeks, lightly at first but then diving in to find his anus. Ricardo relaxed his butt muscles and let her penetrate him with her tongue. He blinked a moment later at the pleasure. Jessica had pushed in with her lips and was now suckling his anus, her tongue lapping up and down and in circles while her lips increased their suction. She took a brief moment for a breath, and then her tongue returned, bringing a great deal more moisture to the sensitive opening. Jessica hummed a question to her master as she resumed her suckle with the new wetness. "Is this what you want?"

Ricardo thought for a moment. In truth this was the best anal rimming he had ever experienced. Jessica's technique was exquisite, and she didn't seem to mind the fact that his butt was not particularly clean. But this was not the time to let her score a victory in pleasing him. So he left the bed and told her yes, she was being a very good girl, but that he had other things to attend to now. Jessica asked him what he wanted her to do. Ricardo told her simply wait on his bed until he returned, to simply be obedient and not leave the bed. And then he left the room. He smiled to himself as he exited. He had not given her permission to go to the bathroom, and he wondered how she would eventually handle the full bladder from all the water he had told her to drink.

He thought about her as he sat in the lounge. So much work to do, with Jessica's training and all the jobs that needed doing before they could begin exploring the surface. Ricardo tried to park the worries for a while and drift into a nap. But his sleep was strange. Although Jessica had completely different physical characteristics, in his dream Ricardo thought she looked like Amber.

Chapter 63.

Time: Sunday, March 3, 2019 3 PM

After two and a half hours of frequent downpours and constant wind, Carla thought the storm was finally coming to an end. The ground felt solid again, the thunderous vibrations had ceased, and the sky through the canopy above them was the brightest since before noontime. Carla's mind returned to the most immediate problem at hand, how to leave their shelter without upsetting the two wild pigs camping out with them. The matter required some delicacy.

And Tajana, she was feeding the beasts. Carla turned her head to her as Tajana tossed the pigs another tidbit, a broken-off hunk from one of the new high-energy food bars. As before, the sow went for it, but this time the boar snatched it first and appeared to swallow it whole. The sow grunted her disapproval and then turned her eyes to Tajana. The gesture was an almost unmistakable request for another piece.

Carla grunted her own opinion of this questionable activity. But as Tajana turned to look at her, the boar suddenly rose and trotted from the alcove, with the sow following a few seconds later. Carla grudgingly gave Tajana a nod and then stood and stretched her legs and arms. After all the time huddled close to the ground, it felt great to stand again. After a moment to orient themselves and put on their packs, the group left their shelter.

The forest! It had such a different feel to it. The world around them seemed more airy, more open. The canopy had been thinned by the storm, no question about that. But where were all the broken trees and branches that should have been lying on the ground? There were many small branches to be sure, but very few large ones, and not a downed tree in sight. And the air, it smelled so clean and fresh, and it was filled with the rich odors of the damp earth.

Sandra took a moment to reach down and scoop up a handful of the loose soil. The new black soil seemed everywhere, very thin in most places, falling down between the blades of the long forest grasses, but there were also thicker piles scattered haphazardly. Sandra pointed one out to Carla, and her eyes went wide with recognition.

"The trees!" she cried as she pointed. "There was a large one there just yesterday, very tall with lots of rot in its upper branches. The tree, it's gone!" Carla turned to Tom and linked. "Can you believe what I think?!" she thought in a burst of astonishment.

Tom nodded and suggested she verbalize her idea to the group. Carla broke the link and said, "Tom and I think the storm was a well managed version of a forest fire. The storm thinned the forest and took out a lot of the diseased wood."

"Selective pruning," Tom added. "Perhaps this world is more actively managed than my group first thought." He looked around for a moment and then got down to business. He walked a few meters to a clear opening in the canopy and a moment later fired a flare. A few large birds made excited calls at the disturbance.

Carla was standing by his side surveying the thinned trees. She inspected her pistol for a moment and then commented, "The storm might have made my job a bit easier, but there's still no reason to get careless."

Tom nodded. "Besides us, what do the cats like to eat?"

Carla shrugged. "I don't know, wild pigs I guess. There are also forest deer we've caught glimpses of, low to the ground, the size of fat dogs with thin legs. I'm sure the cats would love to chow down on those. Maybe they hunt the smaller animals too. We just don't know."

Meanwhile the group had organized into their original traveling formation. "Okay people," Carla called out. "Stay sharp, no surprises, and we'll all be at the river in less than an hour." The group resumed its eastward journey along the gentle downward slope of the forest.

Time: Sunday, March 3, 2019 4 PM

All five women were outside the boathouse, scanning the riverbank with binoculars for the arrival of Sandra's group. Jada would occasionally glance at the linear sun and wish she could somehow stop its motion. There was still almost four hours till sunset and they had already moved all six kayaks back into the water. They should still have plenty of time for the four round trips it would take to ferry a dozen people to the island. Mandy, Oona, and Abit would take off as soon as Sandra appeared.

Abit locked with her cousin Oona for a moment and then made a suggestion. "Why don't we leave now and wait closer offshore?"

Mandy turned her head to Jada and added, "It would save some time. I have no objections."

Jada nodded. "Yeah, seems like a good idea. Try to stay about a hundred meters offshore though. And remember to watch us if we need to send a return signal." Soon three women were towing three canoes to the west, preparing to enter the current at an angle before cutting across it. Jada and Madison were the only ones left on the island.

Madison sighed as she watched her friends paddle away. "I take it you're not worried about sea monsters."

Jada sighed back as she scanned the shoreline. "We've seen no sightings since the storm, and we've had no sightings before today. I'm gambling it's a creature of the deep that only came up during the storm." She scanned for a moment more and then continued. "And besides, I really don't think it was a plesiosaur. That's a creature of the Mesozoic. That wouldn't fit this time period at all. But Maddy, it was on your side of the room. You're the one who got the best look at it. What's your guess for its size?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that. Maybe about the size of the really large croc, five or six meters, but not a croc. I saw gills on its neck. This was definitely not an air breather."

Jada nodded. "Well, remember the sounding results. There's certainly enough room for the critter to hang out below. And with the cold water, I'm betting it doesn't have to eat very often." Jada sighed. "And the threats from the forest are real. Sometimes you just have to choose."

Jada was referring to the unknown depth of the Missisquoi in the immediate vicinity of the island. They had been doing soundings of the river since their first day out on the kayaks, and had found a remarkable pattern to the river's depth. More than thirty meters from shore but not in the central channel, the Missisquoi seemed to have a very uniform depth of six meters, and in the central channel the depth was usually close to thirty-six meters.

But here at the island, Abit and Oona completed a final measurement after the storm. They tied a hammer to some fishing line and lowered the hammer from the edge of the dock. A full hundred meters of line played out before they tied on a second line and continued the descent. At two hundred meters, as Abit was tying on the third and final line that they had brought from the sporting goods store, Madison made a prediction of 216 meters, and Jada had laughed and commented that the guess was almost too obvious.

And it was too obvious. The third line played out completely without finding bottom. Abit stared at Jada in amazement and asked if they should get more line and continue the sounding. Jada decided against it for the moment, and the two cousins labored to retrieve the hammer from 300 meters below. The head was ice cold when it finally broke the surface.

Jada's mind returned to the memory as she watched Mandy and the two Abenaki park their kayaks in a holding position about ninety meters offshore. Mandy turned and waved at Jada, and Jada waved back. But the true nature of their island refused to leave her mind. Without the water around them, Jada suspected the island would be a flat plateau with sheer cliffs on all six sides, plunging 300 meters or more. Jada had seen the water miraculously rise. Could it also miraculously fall? If so, the island could rapidly turn into a very formidable prison. As she stared across the picture-postcard scene, Jada felt certain the idyllic forest and river still hid a great many secrets.

Success! What a relief! Tom and a large party of women appeared in a small clearing by the shore. Madison led out a whoop of joy and Mandy and the Indians began paddling towards shore.

Time: Sunday, March 3, 2019 5 PM

Emily's team popped up into an oval dome above the second-floor maze the group was exploring. Emily had to smile at the setup. The dome was one of the many dead-ends they had found in The Wilderness. This particular one seemed to be a combination rest-stop / amateur observatory. The dome was invisible, and at the southern foci of the oval there was an impressive reflecting telescope. The console adjacent to it was filled with advanced automatic controls, but from the look of things one could also use manual positioning for just horsing around with the sky. Emily took a moment to give Mark a call and report the find.

"It's so strange Mark. I think the telescope is at the exact southern focus of the oval, and the top of the spiral stairwell at the northern focus. Around the perimeter are some beds and chairs, and a toilet, sink, and bath area! It's all right out in the open near the clear wall. It's convenient, and we're all taking advantage of it, but there's no chance for modesty at all, inside or out. Two months of living here, and I still can't get over the lack of privacy in the toileting areas."

Mark chuckled with his memory of Hannah from earlier in the day. "Yeah, I know." He gazed out a nearby window. "Beautiful evening out."

"Yes it is. Still a bit of twilight left. Yes, it's very pretty."

"Say Emily?"

"Yeah?"

"How long would it take you to retrace your way to the Waterhole?"

Emily sighed. "Close to an hour I guess. If we were in a hurry, we could try to do it faster, but I want to be meticulous in the trace-back. This last half hour seemed more like The Labyrinth than The Wilderness. Without our notes we'd be in serious trouble. There are frequent rest stops that are very pleasant, unusual but pleasant. But none of them so far has had any food. I'm very happy we're carrying full packs of rations."

Mark sighed back. "The lost members of Party #1 wouldn't have been carrying rations."

"Yeah, I know. My group has been talking about that for the last hour. It's been fifty-eight days since the Christmas party. It's the right time scale for people to be dying from starvation. But why would they be checking out in pairs? Suicide pacts?"

Mark gave a low grumble. "Somehow that doesn't sound quite right. Maybe for one pair, but for so many? I think there's something about this we're still not getting."