Joy learns much of 'history'

Once we get to the library I lean over and give Bradley a kiss. I’ve had to do this so often now that I can kiss him without any hesitation or second guessing myself. But I take more time on this kiss. Knowing that he’s not just fulfilling his societal role of ‘man pleases woman’ but actually going further, and seems interested in me, makes me want to honestly thank him.

Bradley doesn’t acknowledge my underlying deeper gratitude, but he does seem to smile a little wider as he caresses my face and says he’ll see me for dinner tonight. Slipping out of Bradley’s vehicle, I head up the stairs and into the library. When I see Montana pushing a cart full of books away from the main desk I move to his side and join him saying “Good morning, Montana! How are you?”

Montana and I chat for a bit as he shows me his method of returning books to the shelves. Like most tasks, it’s not difficult but there is a right way and a wrong way to do it. The most frustrating part is the tall shelves and me having to either go up to my tip toes or pull over a step stool to get higher. When the cart is half empty and Montana is simply watching me, making sure I’ve got this task down, I feel his hand run up my inner thigh from behind. I have to grip the book I’m holding as his hand isn’t simply passing by in its exploration and pushes my skirt up until he can cup my panties and pet me there. His whispered words into my ear send an anticipatory chill down my back, “MMmm, I thought I smelled you being aroused. Do you need some attention before I head back?”

Unlike Sterling and Bradley, both of whom simply tell me they’re going to have sex with me, this seems more like an honest question. But where I could let myself get angry against my robot and neighbor seemingly taking advantage of me, I have to admit that I was already aroused when I got here and know that it will only grow more intense as the day goes on.

My nod is all it takes for Montana to get to work. I quickly find myself turned around and on my knees before him. He does indeed vary his technique, using my throat more thoroughly than he had the day before. Thankfully, my lessons are coming in handy here and I’m able to get through this use and **** without ruining my mascara with streaming tears. When he’s had his fill of my throat, Montana pulls me free of his manhood, spins me around, and bends me over the library cart.

The cart, with its remaining books, is just tall enough that my belly rests on the pile and my heels lift off the ground. Montana takes advantage of me hanging freely by positioning my ankles around the cart’s frame, spreading my legs wide. I’m not exactly bound to the cart, but that bondage feeling is emphasized when he takes my arms and pulls them behind me making my back arch. It simultaneously pushes my face into one of the book covers and raises my ass up in what I assume is an enticing manner.

Brushing my panties to the side Montana pulls my learning aide free and wastes no time in filling me up back there with his throbbing manhood. I’m still unaccustomed to being filled so aggressively and so quickly back there and can’t stop the grunt of effort it takes to not immediately clench up painfully around his girth. When he’s balls deep in me, Montana takes advantage of the wheeled cart by pushing me forward. I can feel myself sliding off of his hardness with a slight squeak from the cart until the crown of his cockhead is pulling at my sphincter. With another yank to my arms he pulls me closer again until our bodies smack against one another and I let out a little “hah” from the feeling of helplessness and fullness.

He continues this new method of taking me for a period, quickening the action on each push and pull. The wheels squeak, his thighs slap against my upturned ass, I let out a **** “huh.” Squeak, slap, “heh.” Squeak, slap, “Ahh.” Squeak, slap, “Gaah.”

I think the novelty of taking me on the cart makes Montana spend more time in this position. Most of my anal experience has either been with the learning aide or by being doubly penetrated by Sterling and Bradley. Unfortunately, both of those experiences has been forcing me to associate this act with pleasure and today it’s culminating in me growing further and further aroused as Montana takes me anally. By the time he’s ready to move on I’m panting with pent up need and have my juices flowing down my thighs.

With a barely suppressed scream of surprise, I feel Montana pull out of me, kick my ankles free of the cart, lift me up by the waist, and quickly spin me over to my back. Once again, I feel him lifting my ankles to his shoulders, wiping himself clean, and sliding in between my wet folds. With a rough grab to my forearms, Montana pulls them to my sides and uses the leverage there to start pushing the cart and I back and forth again while he remains otherwise still. I find the novelty of being thrust on and off him, as opposed to him thrusting in and out of me, helps increase my arousal and I’m soon biting my lip to keep my moans from turning into outright screams. While my wails seem to please both Sterling and Bradley at home, I just can’t imagine them being appropriate here in the library.

My eventual orgasm is powerful, and I can’t stop the scream from ripping my lip free from my teeth and echoing around the biography section of the library. Montana doesn’t slow down or change his pace, letting my orgasm peak, barely dip down, and then rise and peak again. When it’s all said and done, I’m not quite sure how to count it. As Montana leans back against the bookshelf and cleans himself up while I lay spread eagled on the cart, I wonder if he gave me two orgasms each with two or three peaks or was it five separate orgasms. Either way, I’m momentarily spent and just trying to catch my breath, not caring that I’m laid out like a used whore on a library car with her skirt pulled up and her panties pulled aside.

Once Montana has caught his breath and made himself presentable, he helps me by rolling me over and pushing my learning aide back into me. After an appreciative pat to my bare ass, he adjusts my panties and pulls my skirt back down into position. When he pulls me up to stand in front of him, I still have to lean back and use his body for support as my quivering legs just aren’t ready yet.

Once I’m finally able to take control of my own body I turn, give Montana a kiss, and thank him for helping me out. It still strikes me that he can look at this as just another part of his job as he seems nonplussed or out of sorts at all and instead tells me that I can get cleaned up and then finish putting these books away on my own. When I’m done with that I can either explore the library on my own or return to the front desk to help out there.

I watch as he heads back to his tasks and shake my head. Even if I didn’t intend on heading to the important history section, I wouldn’t go back to ‘help out’ at the front desk for fear of being bound up under the counter for another afternoon of ring gagged blowjobs with a vibrating toy stuffed up inside of me that teases of denied orgasms.

I let the shudder pass through me before I go to the nearest restroom and re-do my makeup and hair. With a final spritz of perfume I find myself presentable and return to the books and putting them away. I imagine with the women of this world, putting these books away might take up the rest of the morning and much, if not all, of the afternoon. For me though, I have them all placed in a half hour, leaving me plenty of time before the lunch break and afternoon.

I don’t directly avoid the customers and patrons wandering around through the shelves or sitting quietly in the reading areas, but I do stay away from passing right next to them. I’m getting used to this society and imagine even that little bit of interplay, me walking close to them, might lead to them ‘offering to help me’. Even with my perfume, I do smell of sex after all. Another round spent on my back, getting fucked or sucking off some stranger, just isn’t on my agenda for the day.

I finally make my way to the history section. I use my security badge, with it’s cum stain showing photograph of me, to get in and head right back to the two large bookshelves that comprise the “pre-event” era histories. I don’t bother pulling books and taking them to the reading area, and instead just pull books as they catch my eye and start flipping through them, scanning them for relevant information.

It takes me the rest of the day, but I get a basic outline of history. Some of it is more detailed than the rest, and there is a lot of information I leave alone as it’s fascinating but not directly relevant to my inquiry. The histories move backward, and as I don’t want to miss anything that might color the information before it, I go down that path.

I learn that the modern major nations, The Alliance of Mishigami People, the Free Union of Western Nations, Oceania, The Principality of Aerugo, The Kingdom of Azadistan, The Eastern Coalition, The European Hegomony, and several others, formed around the year 2615. Other countries, like Gilead, have been formed since then.

Going backward, I find that the scientists in what was San Francisco invented Fusion technology around 2532. They used their knowledge to create both a power source and weapons. They even shared them freely. Most countries use the fusion generators, making power both clean and practically free for everybody around the world. But some also used the weapons, devastating several cities and erasing some of the earlier formed nations. Those violent acts of war were a spark for the formation the Free Union itself and helped establish their isolationism and cut off their sharing of advanced technology.

So far as I could see, Angel City, as they’d already come to call themselves, were the first society to completely abandon their shelter around 2440. They brought some technology with them but established themselves using much of the existing old technology in what I still think of as Los Angeles. Cars, phones, computers. They even found Vandenberg Space **** Base and got control of several still orbiting satellites.

While they were the first to fully abandon their shelter, I found that it was almost a hundred and fifty years earlier that people first exited their shelters in 2287. While I simply assumed it would be Angel City or at least the people on the western coast of the former United States, as they seemed first in almost everything else, it was the Rockford Shelter that has the first records of opening their doors and sending out exploratory expeditions. If I wanted, it looks like I could actually visit some of the Rockford Shelter as it’s maintained as a museum and is only about eighty miles away from my current location.

Going backward I learn a lot about the various shelters. While there is some information from other parts of the world, I learn the most about the shelters that were operating in what I would know as the United States. Angel City Shelter, or what I think of as Los Angeles. Rockford Shelter. Ramoth Shelter, or Houston. Yonkers and Newark Shelters near New York City. Tabriz Shelter, or Atlanta. There are dozens of others, but they all seemed to be set up roughly the same. They could hold between 100,000 and 2,000,000 people. They had nuclear power, initial stores of food as well as cultivated farmlands for crops and herds of animals. Most were initially set up as mini forms of the United States, but they mostly changed to other government types over the two hundred years.

I have to pull myself away as reading about how each Shelter changed is its own fascinating tale of sociological change and I could spend days if not weeks just studying those. Going back further, I finally find at least one thing I’m looking for just before I hear Montana calling for me as the library is closing. There is documentation at the Rockford Shelter of its finishing construction and opening to its new citizenry in 2046.

Only twelve years from what I think of as my present time.

Now that I’ve narrowed when the event happened, sometime in the twelve years between my 2034 and the opening of Rockford Shelter in 2046, I just need to find out what happened. What the event was. Then I could work with Atticus and Catty on how we can prevent it. Preventing war isn’t going to be easy, but if we know who strikes first and or why they strike, we can gather evidence and bring it back to help convince our political and military leaders to avoid it.

Heading up front I can’t hide my smile of satisfaction and Montana notes that I seem particularly happy. I snuggle up under his hugging arm and tell him that I got all the books put away and spent some time reading, something that I’ve missed doing. He seems to take that answer on its face value as he guides me outside.

When I see the vehicle waiting for me, I slow Montana down. Looking up into his face and knowing that I’m going to want to share what I’ve learned with Atticus and Catty and having a ride that leaves me trembling and sexually needy won’t help, I say “Hey, I appreciate the rides you’ve called for me the past couple days. They’re… um… fun. But I don’t need that today. Just a normal ride, okay?”

Montana pulls me close, kisses the top of my head, and replies “Don’t worry Joy, this ride will be different. I called around and spoke both to your home’s AI training system and your neighbor, Bradley Atwood. We three chatted about how much you were growing and learning and adapting to our society and decided it was time for a celebration. Instead of going home and going back into your AI’s training and learning with Sterling, you’re going to play host to all three of us! Therefore, I’ll ride home with you.”

I stand there for a moment, my mouth opening and closing as I try to work my mind around what Montana has just said. My ‘celebration’ will be serving three men dinner? This society is just too fucked up. I finally just put out what my actual desire is as I don’t know how to other wise articulate my desire to not have Bradley, Montana, or even Sterling around. “That sounds like fun, but I was really planning on… uh… celebrating with my friends. Atticus and Catty. It’s been days since we caught up and they’ll want to hear all about the library.”

Montana nods and doesn’t seem bothered at all by what I said. Instead, he continues to guide me to the vehicle, opens the door, and gets me inside. Still standing outside I see him pull his phone device from his pocket and put it up to his ear. I can barely hear the conversation over the hum of the other vehicles going to and fro but get the basics I need. Montana called Sterling and told him what I wanted. And as Montana climbs in and sits next to me, I close my eyes in frustration as it’s clear Sterling is going to continue with the plans of me celebrating by hosting and making dinner for Bradley, Montana, and Sterling himself. He simply added Atticus and Catty to the guestlist.

I feel the vehicle start moving and feel Montana reach around me. I try to lift my arms, assuming he’s pulling a seat belt around me but quickly open my eyes when he puts my arms back down to the seat on either side of me. I see what he’s doing just as he clicks the belt in place. He’s indeed hooking a seatbelt around me, but it’s some kind of system that tightens itself and not only holds my torso to the seat back but holds my waist AND hands to the seat bottom. My heart beats quickly as it’s clear I’m now bound in place.

The whirring of the partition rising and seeing it turn black makes my heart start to beat even faster as does the other windows turning opaque. Just like the last two times in the vehicles, the red light turns on, the soundtrack of sex fills the cabin, and the arm rest lowers, displaying all the sex toys again. But this time I have Montana smiling down at me, spreading my legs open and pulling my skirt up as he says “So, which toy did you like from the last two days? Or would you like me to choose for you?”