Reflecting on what James has learned

“Nice talking with you,” said the bunnygirl named Jenna as she stood at the door. “Talking about what my owner did to me really helped me figure a few things out.” Jenna waved at her stomach which had a tv screen implanted. Due to your bedroom activities, you knew she had tattoos on her breasts with the left saying power on and the other having both channel and volume on it. Jenna had revealed that squeezing her left breast turned her tv screen on and depending on how you flicked her right nipple you were changing channels or volume. Her owner had her modified to be human furniture so that he could watch his games while fucking.

That was until he got drunk and smashed Jenna’s screen when his team lost; which was surprising as it was supposed to be able to handle extremely rough handling. He proceeded to toss her in the dumpster and used his other human furniture. Jenna revealed that she joined the tribe when a salvaging team found her and brought her back.

“I should probably hurry to the lounge, I heard they found a box of old blue rays and I want to see what they got,” Jenna said as she finally waved goodbye and left the room, locking the door behind her.

You wrap yourself in the blanket, feeling exhausted from the day you’ve had since waking up from the crash. You realized you don’t even know how long it's been since the crash, you could’ve been knocked out for hours or even days. You haven’t asked anyone that yet, getting caught up in the orgy and the one on one sessions after. You really hope you haven’t missed your wedding day yet, the reservations were non-refundable.

You reflect on the information you were able to get from the women and girls who had visited you, the ways they found themselves thrown out and eventually inducted into the tribe. It seems that of the original group who had found Femputer and reaped her resources, only Black Canary, Bowsette, and an Erin Esurance remained. All the others were either found in stasis pods, rescued from hostile characters who had evaded Rein Corp patrols, were kidnapped from other groups, or had wandered into the tribe’s scouts.

The tribe was situated inside a Justice League Unlimited Watchtower that was heavily damaged during a party and left to rot on this Trash World. Some functional replicators have kept the tribe fed for a long time now though barely.

You were about to reflect on the tribe’s organization when someone knocked on the door and fumbled with the lock. You get up, pulling your pants up as you do just in time for the door to swish open.