Harold Dorsan wakes up in a strange place, a city on an island floating in the sky. To make matters weirder, it feels and looks like he’s in a tropical paradise when he sees all the plants around the island and city. The city has all the necessities for modern living, except for the distinct lack of ability to communicate outside the world. The island has its own intranet, but no internet, and it looks like all other means of communication seem to be in a closed circuit limited to the island itself. All that would be fine; if it weren’t for the other issues he slowly becomes aware during his explorations; Harold had been wanting to get away from everything for quite some time and was a mix of concerned and relieved when he found his phone missing before finding it again only to find it was synced to a closed circuit communication system he couldn’t disable from said phone. What really concerns Harold was the fact he seems to be the only guy on the island, with all the other residents being incredibly attractive women, many practically seeming like supermodels, he could have sworn two or three were models from a women’s lingerie catalog he saw the other day.
As far as Harry can tell, from his initial investigation, there are at least 30 women on the island with him, none of which are under the age of 21, at least a quarter of them seem to be milfs, and they’re all dressed incredibly skimpy; if they are not dressed in a revealing bikini then it’s some kind of lingerie, a few are even going around nude like it’s the most normal thing in the world. And to make matters worse, the room he first found himself in was fitted with nothing but speedo swimsuits and cargo shorts; with the only real underwear in another room, all of which are banana hammocks. Harry himself also found that he was a bit more of an Adonis than he last recalled; gone were the slight gut and pale skin of an IT guy that hasn’t gotten enough sun for over a decade, and in its place was a well-tanned guy with a fit body. Harry didn’t think this was something he, as a 39-year-old man, would have to contend with. Especially since all the women are more concerned with getting freaky with him than anything else, it’s almost like their horniness has been cranked just shy of 11; all purchases from establishments are either with sexual activities or the promise of sex later on.
Whoever set this all up was some kind of twisted genius, one guy to impregnate over twenty women, with the added bonus of all the females being more than eager to do so. Knocking them up should be easy, if not for Harold trying to hold off on everything and make sense of what’s going on. Chances are he is going to break eventually; the question is which woman he’s gonna try knocking up first.
After basically six weeks of time on the island, and way too many promises to procreate with the women operating the stores where he gets his supplies from, Harold finally cracks and starts pounding the grocery girl, a 25-year-old woman of eastern British looking woman named Stacy, in a sling bikini, into the counter, repeatedly for over an hour, before both collapse behind the counter for a few hours. Stacy excitedly loads up the cart and gives Harold a sexy wink before he hurries out the door with his supplies for the week and rushes into his residence, where he quickly locks every single door and window facing outside before putting his food away. Chances were he would have a similar experience at the electronics store; he really didn’t want to think about what would happen with the service girl there; Cassandra was just his type, in the right and wrong ways. Cassandra was a buxom 32-year-old woman of Greek ancestry, she used the same basic lexicon as Harold, she geeked out about the same hobbies as him, and when she wasn’t in that micro bikini, she was in a set of lacy green lingerie that was just the right shade to compliment her skin tone and complexion. Harold was only vaguely interested in Stacy, and had just pounded her for an hour. He was actually attracted to Cassandra; she checked all the right boxes for him when looking for a partner; there was no telling how long he would go with her.
Harold decides to wait things out for a few days in his abode; at least it’s a safe space where women aren’t looking at him with hungry eyes, and thirsty looks, and inviting him with thinly veiled propositions for sex. Four days later, Harold actually goes stir-crazy; he has nothing to do, and that bugs him to Hell and back.
He heads out of his residential abode on the island, and heads straight for the electronics store; he’s finally giving in to the inevitable; what happens next will depend on how Cassandra takes things, in more ways than one. He makes it to the electronics store and sees Cassandra, once again, in a micro bikini; at least that will make things a little easier. He tells her has a list of things he requires for a project, but figures they should get something out of the way before he gives her the list; Cassandra says she would be happy to help. Harold and Cassandra get to work fucking all over the backroom, in an area that was specifically cleared for this sort of thing, and he plows her so hard and long that the two are surprised that they actually had gone at it for almost 9 hours. Cassandra tells Harold to call her “Cassie” before he hands her his list, which is folded and inside 4 different plastic bags to keep it safe from what happens when banging happens and his shorts are off.
The next few weeks are a whirlwind of sex with everyone he had promised to bang; punctuated with 4 to 10 hours of sex with Cassie every few days, until offering to have her move in together a few weeks after that; almost as soon as he has made the proposition, Harold and Cassandra find notifications on their doors at what were their abodes that say all their things have been moved to a new location with instructions (including a map) to their new home together, a three-story manor house on the north side of the island, surrounded by the beach of the neighboring lagoon and strangely curated jungle.
How well will the mystery be solved? Will any of them care by that time? What is the purpose of this place? How has no one found this place yet? Too many questions and almost none of the answers are easy to find.
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Are the women also waking up here with no idea how they got here or are they in some way in part of the system that trapped/ brough Harold here. I only ask as it sort of begs the question of whether Cassie would have sabotaged any parts she gave him to make sure his efforts would fail. I suppose it would have to some extent be the later as otherwise they wouldn’t have any reason to fulfill the role of store clerks managing aspects of the island.
I assume that Harold can see that the island is perhaps hoovering over the ocean with no other land mass in sight forestalling him trying to do something like build a glider to get off the island to somewhere else, rather then go the build a radio or satelite hook up that he decides to try and build.
I would assume that Harolds first days would have involved going over every inch of the island to try and find a way off via a plane or something else, but the last statement makes me assume there were parts he couldn’t access for some reason. Is this island futuristic enough where he needs some form of electronic pass key to get past some gates locking him out of parts of the island? Hence perhaps ramping up the mystery aspect.
His first few days are spent getting his bearings and talking with the all the ladies, whom seem to have their sex drives in overdrive shortly after meeting him for the first time, but he does manage to get them to mention something about being similar situations to himself. As for the situation, he discovers the island is floating between being literally in the clouds and a few short miles over the sea via a readout about the island’s status he finds, in addition to actually seeing something confirming some of that when he finds some of the island’s edges, but nothing he can figure out as some sort of user interface for better interaction with the system or make better sense of the readings he notices in the chamber that has all that data displayed.
If the women are in a similar situation then one would think one of his objectives would be to find the one whose been there the longest presuming they didn’t all show up at roughly the same time, as that woman would have had the most time presumably to investigate the island themselves. But as I said that does leave the hole in the tale of why they would be working as store clerks in any capacity. It would make more sense that perhaps these women just happen to have awoken in rooms that were above those shops so simply help people find things there since its there residence? Otherwise I would suggest each person wakes up with some sort of electronic device on their arm which functions as a clock, interface with various island functions and wallet. The women work the shop because it earns them credits on the device needed to access some services, the device also works to prevent theft in some way.