Chapters tagged permanude

by bartolimieu07

Chapter 1

Pleasant dreams become pleasant reality as I'm nudged awake by the cock pressing deliciously into my cunt. I open my eyes. It's bright, painfully so. Far above my head, a kayem at least, the sunstrand has already waxed by a third. I thank Auto I passed my seventieth hundred long...

by bartolimieu07

Chapter 2

"I'm glad you asked, Marissa," says Auto. "I have just the task suited for your skills. I'd like you to travel to Facility 23." This startles me. Travel tasks in and of themselves are already fairly rare. But to one of the Facilities...! "Auto, you want me to awaken a sleeper?...

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Chapter 3

I visit my locker, across the yard and a little ways down the path blueward. My utilities lay right where I left them. I strap the securing belt around my waist and do a little whimsical twirl to make sure everything is secure. My hiking boots are neatly arranged at the bottom o...

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Chapter 4

"He is Martin Hughes, propulsion expert," says Auto. "Is there anything else you wish to know, Marissa?" "Auto, is he young, handsome?" "He is ninety-eight hundreds old. I'm afraid 'handsome' is a subjective signifier that I cannot evaluate independently. Perhaps you can tell m...

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Chapter 5

Martin Hughes has short black hair and stubble. Even with his face slackened by sleep, I can see his defined jawline and sharp cheeks. My eyes travel lower. His torso is rather wiry, with corded muscle shooting through his shoulders and arms. Perplexingly, he has a tight fabric c...

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Chapter 6

"Oy, wait!" I say, rummaging through my utilities and pulling out the collar. "I almost forgot. This is for you." Martin Hughes stares. "What's that?" "A collar. For you to wear. It allows Auto to speak to you wherever you go." I tap on my own collar, fastened securely around m...

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Chapter 7

"He seemed to share anything with me, but I'm sure he would tell you," I continue. Martin considers the thought. "Why not? Auto, why did you wake me up? What do you need me to do?" "That will require some explanation," says Auto. "My forward telescopes have been obser...

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Chapter 8

I find Tyler and Samuel and Kristi and Shade in the yard. The girls are crouched down in the grass on their hands and knees, side by side, the boys fucking them from behind--Samuel in Kristi, Tyler in Shade. "Oy, Marissa!" they greet me in near-unison. I walk over to greet them...

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Chapter 9

I stand there in the middle of the empty field under the waning sunstrand. My inner thighs are already slick with my desire. One of my hands goes straight to the top of my folds, fingers rubbing against the nub of my clitoris. The other trails lower, pushing between the lips into...

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Chapter 10

Someone is rubbing my upper arm gently. I open my eyes. Martin's smiling face comes into focus above me, and far beyond him--the sunstrand only beginning to wax. "Good morning," I groan, shifting against the rumpled bedsheets. Martin chuckles. "Damn, Marissa, you went out like...

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Chapter 11

Martin winces slightly with each step. I stop him with a hand to his shoulder. "Do you feel well?" I ask. "The boots are not too tight for your toes?" "No, that's not it." His eyes dart away from me. "Dammit, I was going to have to ask eventually. Uh, there's no good way to put...

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Chapter 12

"Fuck me!" Martin exclaims. "You're direct." "Sorry, I don't mean to offend you." "No, no, you haven't." He thinks for a moment. "Yes," he says simply. "I am afraid. I've been afraid from the moment I awoke on that slab, and the first thing I saw was this otherworldly vision, s...

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Chapter 13

As Martin and I make our way through the center of Lakepolly, I excitedly point out the various attractions. There are the manufactories, of course. The open area where the council occasionally meets and conducts public forums. The building housing Auto's core, one of the few ful...

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Chapter 14

Martin's eyes dart back and forth along the shoreline, then down to his drooping cock, still wet from my mouth. "Jesus Christ! I can't believe I...and in front of all these..." I look around. No one is paying us the slightest attention. Why would they? "Does it matter? You enjoy...

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Chapter 15

I wake the next morning to Martin shifting against me and a hard object pressing insistently against my thigh. "Your friend is back," I whisper. My hand reaches to grasp the engorged cock. "Here or shower?" "Hmm?" says Martin sleepily. "I am going to take care of this," I say i...

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Chapter 16

We find Councilor Gerard loading nets and other equipment into a coracle. He's an older man, even older than Amy, short graying hair, a spindly build, an average cock that seems oversized against his slight frame. "Hello," says Martin. "I'm the new sleeper. You wanted to talk?"...

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Chapter 17

"So...the chicken polly?" says Martin once we're established on the path, the Great Lake retreating and rising behind us. "They are these small creatures with beaks and claws and feathers," I reply. "The females secrete a very delicious--" "Yeah, no, I know what chickens are......

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Chapter 18

We set a very good pace along the path as the sunstrand wanes, engaging in pleasant conversation to pass the time. Martin tells me more about his former life on Earth, and I respond with some anecdotes of my own. He truly does not seem bothered by our brief encounter with the pro...

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Chapter 19

After a nice shower in the common yard, Martin and I visit the chicken polly's stores to restock our utilities. Martin requests and receives four eggs, which he wraps in protective gauze and places carefully in one of his front satchels. "I saw how much you liked them boiled," he...

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Chapter 20

The polly we reach at the end of the path is a mirror to my home--surrounded by wheat fields on three sides, abutting the redward hills on the fourth. Martin and I soon encounter our first resident, a young man with an armful of laundered bedsheets. "Excuse me," says Martin poli...