"Wake up sleepy heads!" A cheery voice called through the fog that was swirling around Al's mind. "It's time for your orientation for your time on the island!"
Al opened his eyes to see a short muscular woman look down at him with a broad smile. She had olive skin and wore her curly auburn hair in a pony tail. Overall, Al acknowledged she was sexy, especially wearing a tube top and a miniskirt that left little to the imagination. He found himself lying on a cot in a clean open air pavilion. A sign hung from the rafters that declared 'Welcome New Couples'.
Sitting up he found that he was no longer wearing his regular clothing. He now wore blue athletic shorts and a blue fitness shirt that hugged his medium frame. He was shod with flip flops. Turning to his side he saw Jo, his mouth dropped to see that she was wearing a spandex blue bikini. Instead of flip flops, she had blue high heel shoes. What really shocked him was the metal collar she wore that had a single black stone set in the center. Feeling his own neck, he realized he was collared as well. They were the only couple in the white pavilion, but there were cots for at least another twenty people.
"Wake up Jo." Al said, while gently shoving her. "We're at the facility." He watched as his beautiful wife of five years stirred. Her six pack abs and tanned skin showed how healthy she was. Her breasts were barely held back by the spandex bikini. Jo's large nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric. The bikini bottom was dangerously small and sported her cameltoe. Her pretty catlike eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at Al. The man encouraged his wife to get up and meet their host.
"Miss, I'm Al Mardresson and this is my wife Jo. There must be some mistake, we didn't expect to be drugged and stripped naked and put into skimpy clothing. If this is the way we'll be treated I think it's best if we go…."
"Hello Miss, what is your name?" Jo interrupted. "Al and I are so excited to be part of this organization!" She turned to Al and pleaded with her eyes. Al deflated slightly and nodded.
"I am Miss Eliza Slotha, and I am the newcomer coordinator to the island. We are as excited as you are to have you here. I take it your doctor didn't explain all the nitty gritty details about your contract here if you're questioning the attire."
"Explain?! I got a syringe full of…" Al stopped when he felt a pinch in his side from Jo. "Please explain."
"Our patrons' goal on the island is preservation of the species." She started to walk around them, rubbing her hands together. She looked mischievously at Jo. "We want you to make babies pronto! Good healthy babies that will lead humanity into the future. And the little settlement we've set up on the island is designed to aid you in that goal."
"What's up with the collars? How do I get this damn thing off?" Al slipped a finger under the silver metal hoop to find that the collar started to constrict hard around his neck. He fell from the cot onto the ground and his face became red as the collar choked him.
Eliza moved to him and looked down disapprovingly. "Such a shame, I had high hopes that you would be more compliant. Rule number one is never attempt to remove the collars." She took her high heel and stepped on Al's crotch, causing him to double in pain. "Will you be compliant?"
"Y….yes." He sputtered.
"Good boy." The collar slackened somewhat, letting him breath, he gulped down air and withdrew his finger from the collar. "This is all in the contract you signed, but the collars are for observation and violence suppression. In each collar is a wireless camera and a servomechanism that is controlled by the island's intelligent control system or by individual patricians. The safety of the patricians comes before procreation."
Jo came over to Al and helped him up. She looked at Eliza and said. "Patricians? Who are they?"
"The island has two classes of inhabitants, patricians and plebeians. Patricians are men and women of means who have invested in the construction of the settlement. Plebeians are you folks. Healthy young couples who have failed to make the requirements for procreation licences back home. Right now there are four hundred plebe couples on the island and twenty patrician couples. There is one leader who is patrician Dr. Resden North."
"Why have two classes of people? Why are the patrons even here if we're going to be the ones making children for them?" Al asked. He furrowed his brow.
"They want to be part of the game of course." Eliza said. "They want to have a genetic legacy as well."
"Game? What game? I don't remember the doctor talking about a game." Al said.
Eliza came up to Al and cupped his face. "Contract remember? I'll explain it in broad strokes, but you'll have to learn the details through playing it." She shoved him down onto the cot and then took a few steps back.
"Of the four hundred plebeian couples, we send back the lowest scoring couples every three months. Your score is determined by how well you help the organization achieve its goals. Getting pregnant is a sure fire way to avoid getting booted off the island. You also get points for each time you have sex and complete insemination. Oral, anal, and hand jobs are very fun, but they don't count. You get more points for the number of partners you have."
"What!?" Al yelled.
"Having a patrician sexual encounter is worth ten times the base points of sex with your spouse. Having a sexual encounter with another plebeian is three times the points. Patricians can also arbitrarily award a certain number of points a day. I hope you're mentally noting all of this. Finally, any day where neither one of you copulates will mean an ever increasing penalty. For each day you fail, the point deduction increases in severity."
Al's mouth opened but no words came out.
"Al, baby. We can do this. Now that you won't be using a condom, I'm sure you'll put a bun in my oven in no time."
"I guess so."
"Oh and I almost forgot your work assignments. Al, you'll be splitting your time between farm work and working at the maintenance plant. Jo, you will be working at Resden North's mansion. He and his wife have been looking for people to make their gardens look beautiful. Would you be able to help them plant some flowers in their pots and water them?"
"I don't see why not." Jo said. "I'm a quick learner."
"Wonderful. Here are your assignments, telling you where to go." Eliza handed them two small maps with notes on times and locations for starting work. "Now let me show you where you're staying."
…
The crushed shell road they walked up was lined on both sides with identical one bedroom bungalows. As they walked, Al looked for as many people as he could. Everyone looked like they were wearing the same outfits. While the men looked glum, their eyes wandered to Jo's curves when the trio walked by. The wives all seemed to have contented looks on their faces. A few of the girls winked at him as they walked by. Al tried to look away, but one or two times he gave a small wave back.
Eliza opened the door to a modest cabin that overlooked the sea. The space was sparsely decorated, but was clean and cozy.
"This is where you'll be staying. There's a small kitchenette, but we also have a central cafeteria that's always open in case you don't have the time to make dinner yourself. Food parcels will be delivered every other day from the farm. We don't have animal products as we don't have any livestock on the island. That may change, but not any time soon. To save on construction we have common bathrooms and showers for every six couples. There's plenty of shower stalls and toilets, so don't worry, you'll be able to get to work on time. We will be having a handyman come over in a few days to fix any issues you may have with the cabin. Any questions just use this intercom, it should reach the island's artificial intelligence. She likes to be called Amy." And with that Eliza was gone, walking down the shell driveway.
Al and Jo held each other and looked out over the ocean as the sun set.
Jo looked at Al and hugged him tight. "We'll make this work, I promise!" Al nodded and smiled but didn't close his eyes as they embraced.
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