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by A N T H R O
(C) 1999
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M Y S T E R I O U S
A R R I V A L
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * He started to come around sluggishly, awareness coming with the ugly inability to move. As focus came back the bright glare of the room hurt his eyes. The prison's whiteness was tiled and minimal, reminding him of a clinic or operating theatre, devoid of decoration or ornamentation. His bindings and neck brace restricted any examination of himself as well as anything which did not lie in direct sight before him.
It was as if he was paralysed. He was seated upright with his arms held tightly behind him, his body was supported beneath with, what felt like, rounded steel which was shaped about his contours. Down his back a cold metal spine fixed his neck brace to his bound hands. He was quite immobile. He experimentally flexed his muscles to ensure he could still feel the limbs he couldn't see. The correct responses pacified him temporarily and allowed him to became aware that he was totally naked.
Where the hell was he? The last thing he could remember was being at that party at someone's country residence, but whose? What had happened? Try as he might he could not lock onto any solid continuity of memory, just talking, drinking, dancing...and what?
There was nothing.
He gave up on his thoughts and once again tried to extricate his limbs from their entrapment. A dull panic grew in him as he realised the intensity of the absolute silence around him. There were no background noises, no talking or people passing, no birds or even traffic, just the silence of his own breathing. As much as he struggled he could not free himself, restrained by some sort of metallic bonds. After half an hour or fruitless and aggravating struggling he gave up to rest for a while, gazing into the white room to scrutinise it for some kind of clue or information about where he was, and why.
The height of the door was, at the very least, nine feet and with no handle suggesting electronic, sliding doors as indicated by the little pulsing L. E. D's by the side of it. There were no windows in the room, illumination coming from the ceiling, its entire area glowing rather than being composed of individual sources of shining light. On the far side were rows of shelving and benches of chrome, glass and steel, littered with objects and vials. All other surfaces were tiled in large sections of white marble. There were no seats except, perhaps, on his own side of the room, on either blind side. It suggested that there may be other locking areas to either side of him and that this room was a temporary zone. The door buzzed open and the steel slid away with a soft tone. His mouth dropped open as he saw the figure enter, wholly unmistakable as a woman. Her cobalt eyes locked on him for a moment and he tried to interpret the body at the, now closed, door. At least eight feet tall and with a pink metal, black plumage head-dress adding almost another foot, her steely blonde mane contrasted superbly. The woman's giant body was svelte but with tightly toned muscles indicating she carried no excess flesh. Her firm, swelling bosom pushed out in tight, fleshy mounds from a pinkish steel chest plate sculptured to mimic the torso beneath in every detail. A tiny, metallic silk, skirt rippled in a host of pleats to an inch or two below the tops of her legs. Black, steel boots, chain link gloves and a sparkling utility belt dangling from belly to hip seemed to complete the sum total of her attire.
The magnificent creature turned from him, uninterested, and strode to the far wall where she activated some sort of screen. The man's eyes traced the rounded swell of her buttocks peeking beneath the swaying metallic silk with every step, the flesh appearing totally solid with every movement and shifting of muscle.
Despite the awe inspiring sight of the, truly Amazon like, proportions of this Goddess and the faintly erotic possibilities of this bizarre situation, the man found being ignored to be the last straw in what was shaping up to be a bad day. This reality was probably far from erotic in purpose or execution. His anger, fuelled by the panicky tension, burst out.
"Hey... you! Hello? Get me out of this. Are you listening? Pay attention, you bastard. G e t - m e - o u t - of this!"
The woman turned from the unintelligible shapes on the screen and began to walk towards him, mildly quizzical, breast tissue shifting
against metal, distractingly, with each movement of her approach. She stopped before him, close enough to exude her fragrance, scanning his dark haired and well toned flesh. She leaned down and her fleshy bosom rode forward to spill enticingly over the pink metal chestpiece.
With no warning she struck him roughly, slapping his face with her large, cool palm, left and then right, savagely. The pain was almost as stunning as the shock of the unexpected blows.
His next surprise was the growing salute swelling from between his thighs. The large scarlet mouth betrayed a hint of amusement and then the steely cobalt eyes glowed with discovery. He suspected what had attracted her attention and despite being blind to the event he felt it confirmed as the cool, strong fingers jammed into and pulled at the steel rings protruding from the glans. The harsh powerful grip dragged upwards progressively, continuing for long moments after soliciting his scream of painful discomfort.
Dismissively, she released his stiffened flesh and walked away.
The man sat waiting for the pain to subside, fear and disquiet growing deep within him.
The blonde Amazon communicated with someone in an unintelligible garble bearing no resemblance to any language he was familiar with. A few moments later the toned door opened again and two more figures
entered, the smaller of the two waiting by the exit while the other strode to her comrade by the console. The man looked across at the comparatively tiny figure by the metal egress, probably well over six feet in her, precariously high, buckling stilettos and with a Vogue-ish body of perfectly rounded proportions locked up in a mass of leather strapped, body harnessing which hid only the bare minimum of modesty. Her stunning coppery hair fell down to mid back in a two inch thick Mohawk cut which left more bare skull than it covered. It made her look a little intimidating, but definitely very attractive.
The sound of the two Amazons approaching him demanded his attention. The second woman was as tall as the first but of a much more tissue developed, muscular physique, the amplified curves enhanced by her unbelievably small waist. This one was dark haired with a large, captivating, blood red mouth and black, body hugging armour with a blazing red head-dress, giving the impression of rank or authority. The dark and light bodies towered before him, talking and nodding in their garble-speak, as he sat trapped and naked with his erection jutting up guiltily.
The dark one spoke for a few moments, as though giving instructions, nodded and turned away, her giant muscled body, like steel, commanding that he watch her leave.
The beautiful blonde Amazon bent on one knee and the man felt her elongated fingers lock easily around his organ in a painfully tight grip while her other hand brought forward a small hypo filled with a viscous, fluorescent magenta liquid. She watched his anguished face as she took a slow, deliberate approach to pushing the needle deep into the exposed underside of his erection, drawing as much discomfort from him as possible until no more needle was available. She then switched to a slow, gradual injection of the strange liquid.
He sat, unable to move or escape whatever fate or whim she chose to adopt, all the while the Vogue-ish, Mohawk woman watched indirectly, observing the groans of displeasure turn to a long scream of pain as the liquid surged into the blood engorged flesh with a hot, burning sensation of influx.
The pain lasted agonising minutes of eye locked suffering, only gaining sight some moments after the screaming stopped and the burning had subsided. Before him stood the third, body harnessed woman, staring down at his distress, at his sweating, shaking frame of discomfort.
"I am Dee." she said in a deep but feminine, faintly European tone. "I'm to be your interpreter and instructor. I advise you to do everything you are told and never forget the rules you are given."
The man stared up hopefully, in pain but at least optimistic that he could try and communicate, explain and surely extricate himself from the mistake he had been suckered into. "My name is..." he began.
"Forget it! Here, no-one has a name, just letters, symbols or numbers. It isn't important. There is only 'Here', from now on. There is no escape and no departure... not for anyone."
"Look, Dee, this is ridiculous, just set me free of these bonds and I'll soon be out of here. Look, I'll pay you...whatever amount you think is reasonable. I've got money, I'm wealthy, you can have what you want. Money is no object...just get me out of here. Please!"
"There is no escape. Your money is gone, nothing, and you, like the other units here, are morally bankrupt. No-one will miss you or seek you out. Simply by being here, you are part of the Colony, forever."
"Listen," he began angrily losing his appreciation of at least being able to communicate with the intimidating looking creature.
"Shut up! You have been fortunate from the start, the unusual practice of having steel through your flesh means that you are likely to be a prime candidate, psychologically susceptible to be given special instruction. It would have been a different story for you otherwise. Most men are merely brought here to supply...in fact it might be better that you remain ignorant and do not learn any more, yet. You may well be so incapable of instruction that you'll find out what the Maidens need most of the men here for...first hand...It isn't very nice. You shall be called...Vee!"
"I have a name!" he shouted angrily.
"If you persist in an identity obsession, you'll eventually be granted it. But having a name is one thing, to carry it branded on your flesh is quite another. Names are for the Outsiders and their fascination with social labelling. Here it is not done for men to have the dignity of their own identity, to carry the traits which the Maidens do not desire."
"Listen, can you tell me where we are, what this place is for? I mean, who are these women, where are they from?" he asked.
"You'll be told nothing more about that, for the moment. Simply consider what you've heard and take my advice to heart. Always do what you are told and never speak in Their presence." she replied in an almost considerate tone.
Vee looked into her face. She now looked very intimidating, hard almost, but still very beautiful, youthful and with a flawless physique. He appreciated the arousing effects of the semi nudity of her binding garment, especially where the flesh lay exposed and malleable.
Her blazing copper coloured hair was tossed in a rippling shimmer as she threw her head back haughtily, folding her arms underneath the swell of her well formed bosom.
"Vee, all of us here, in the Underlife, were brought by the Maidens and arrived in the same position as you now find yourself in. But, you will learn, that you have to utilise the few possibilities which are being afforded to you...otherwise you'll discover the meaning of the phrase 'Hell on Earth'. Do as I advise and it will serve us both, prove to be disobedient or obstinate and I'll make sure that you join the Pack. None of us can join the elite, the Maidens, save those born, for want of a term which you may understand at present, into their caste. But you may aspire to the Underlife to at least achieve some position within it which will allow some pleasure. As Outsiders it is the most you can hope for. It also allows some reward and personal joy whereas to be part of the Third Tier, The Pack, is to be like dust, a nothingness where memories become no more than words and discomfort forms a way of life. Think wisely. In your old world your moral decay and emptiness brought you to the attention of the Maidens - You lost the game. Here you can learn to survive, perhaps. By now you should be starting to feel more... relaxed and less aggressive. All your anger and frustration seems to be centred somewhere else doesn't it. Oh, I forgot, you can't quite see it as well as I can."
Vee was silent, but he had been aware of a sensation of tranquillity settling on him ever since the major, burning agony had subsided. Now there was a growing and unnatural arousal fanned by his inability to do anything about it. His very bonds and rigid inability to move were eliciting some rather erotic feelings within his body. He became conscious of trying to investigate the peeking hints of Dee's flesh, exposed as she knelt before him and slipped thick tubes into the docile orifices of his lower half. The surging flow driving his mind and eliciting an unwilling moan of pleasure as liquids swellingly stimulated his internals.
She smiled mischievously and stood up again, hands on hips, her all but naked breasts jutting out at him in well rounded orbs of unnatural perfection, oozing out in well toned swells from the host of leather strapped about her frame. She let him watch, drawing his attention down to her hips where wisps of soft, coppery, pubic hair peeked out from either side of the black leather strapping which ran between her legs. Dee coyly encouraged his attention, toying with the buckle on her belly as if to open it and reveal herself. She made him aware of her unattainable beauty, so close to him and yet so far from reach.
"You know Vee, I'm going to keep a close eye on you. You remind me of the ‘Beforetimes’. There is something about you, something not quite right. Now open your mouth!" said Dee as she pulled a tube from above his head, hidden out of his sight. Her cool fingers nimbly fitted it deeply into his mouth and buckled it in place with its attached leather strapping, right round his head.
"Good boy! Keep drinking and swallowing until there is no more, your body has to be purified and cleansed so that you can be...developed and adapted to your new purpose."
Vee sat mutely, realising now he had been tranquillised or drugged with something which made him unable to mount any resistance to the liquids pumping into his opened orifices. The other thing he knew to be true was the growing sexual tension he was experiencing, as it was he could hardly bear the gnawing, clawing urges growing inside him, desperate to be gratified. His mind tried to see the fleecy revelation she had teasingly hinted as before locking his head in an upturned position. It was no use.
She was obviously aware of his growing interest and her bare skin stroked the penis from base to tip with the back of her hand, tantalisingly, until she suddenly pushed the urethral tube far down his bloated erection, creating a mildly uncomfortable sensation which grew into a pleasing pain as it thrust deep down into the very source of his intimate secretions.
Strapped to his mouth, Vee was helpless to stop the flow of thick, sticky, mauve fluid as it oozed constantly down the wide, transparent tubing. He had no choice but to swallow.
Vee heard himself moaning and grunting for some kind of release or reward. Dreams of violent fornication and suppressing her superior authority ran through his mind in an ever changing haze of depraved scenarios while he watched the Mohican beauty staring down at him. He had no control.
Dee smiled down at him.
"When I come back you'll be clean and ready for your first lesson, almost a little holiday away from it all. For now, just feel the purification rejuvenate you, submit to the images your subconscious throws out. By the time I return, your body will demonstrate to your mind that physical drives and demands can easily conquer intellectual restrains. You're going to be reborn Vee!"
His brown eyes gazed up blindly as she just appeared and no more in his line of vision. The anger of disappointment was a mere flash of aggravation as he abandoned the hope that she was going to use his body to satisfy herself.
Her wide mouth smiled as she stared at his bound frame.
"The next time we meet, you will be quite different. Not just purified, but changed permanently, tested and placed in rank. I'll see you in three days, try not to be too stupid."
He stared in a stupor of tranquillised arousal, watching her flesh shaking gently with each careful step of her 6" heels, as if she was disappearing up the Cat-Walk at some Fashion show. She was gorgeous.
He wasn't sure, but she seemed to pause at the door, lingering, looking back at him. The steel door buzzed shut and she was gone.
P U R I F Y I N G
T H E
S O U L
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next day or so became a haze where it became hard to tell whether what his mind was seeing was actually happening or if he was simply experiencing some form of hallucinatory fantasy. The only thing that seemed to stick in his mind, as he lay in the dark heat of his bizarre prison, was a belief in hearing some kind of cheering as someone stood in the room with him...sometimes faceless people seemed to be there with him. He could see nothing only sense things. It was all quite ridiculous and he found it rather difficult to maintain any certainty of what he actually believed. None the less he still felt that he was being subjected to some form of ongoing ordeal with the notion of needles, straps, instruments and probes invading his carcass. All the time there was the pain, the long, agonising, burning sensation which wracked his every muscle without reason. Sometimes, even that became uncertain.
What was quite unmistakable was the miasma of bizarre fantasies, trances or whatever it was that the liquids and injections had somehow created. Their revolting vividity and repugnant subject matter became less and less offensive as he got used to them, began to like them just like the chronicle of depravity and deviation he saw himself perform and participate in.
Once again Vee felt himself coming back to awareness. Time had become a meaningless term from the before-time, and he really was uncertain about anything.
His sense weren't working, but he could vaguely remember being in a white room...two women, no three-Dee. Yet he felt sure she had been near him recently, he remembered her scent when he heard the strange sounds of cheering, some time back. There was also a strong sense of regret at his actually being here at all.
Vee began to feel sensation, a semblance of comprehension. He was not blind but subject to an enforced blindness...he was blindfolded, but warm. His arms and legs could move, but only so far and then it was a strain, as if they were being held by thick, stretching bands of rubber or elastic. Beneath him was softness, warmth and...patches of cold, clinging wetness.
He moved his thighs and felt a thick heaviness flop against his belly. Vee shifted again and realised that this weight was centred from between his own legs. Experimentally he squeezed his thigh muscles and felt a surge of blood rush painfully into his manhood. The immediate sensation was horror as his deprived senses suggested that his penis was some sort of elongated mass of fleshy thickness. Fearfully, he tried consciously to calm down, resist the shock of panic as he lay on his left side. Vee shouted out aloud as he discovered his very own body betraying his demand for control as a long, sizzling pulse of hot liquid began to involuntarily discharge from his semi-erection. Its spray touched him warmly, and he lay in its damp influence submissively, in distress. Eventually he fell asleep again.
In his dreamless sleep he heard the click and felt soft, warm hands, touching, arranging him, releasing his bonds. When it was, where it was, simply didn't compute for him. It was humidly hot, oppressively hot in his personal darkness.
And also there was pain, pain in every muscle as he moved, but most especially there was the huge, agonising pain of his genitals. Vee felt as if he had been systematically beaten and his whole frame were now simply one large contusion, his penis and testes obviously having been singled out for especially cruel attention.
The warm fingers avoided touching him wherever possible, efficiently removing the bonds and guiding him, in very brief, transitory touches, to an upright and erect position. Even the floor was hot and Vee realised that he was awash with the dampness of his own body fluids as he heard his silent assistant scamper back as the sound of clicking heels approached. Even over the rich scent of his own fragrance he could detect her perfume-Dee.
"Bitch 22, take Vee to the cleansing room and remove his exuded impurities. You, Bitch 39, clean the chamber. You may remove your hood and take whatever of his essences you require for your Bitch Stable. 22!, I thought I told you to have Vee cleaned! Move." Dee said harshly.
Once again he felt the soft, warm hand clutching his and leading him, presumably, out the sauna prison to the cleansing room.
The reduced temperature made him shiver as he walked along a cool, metal floored corridor. They moved slowly, he with the agony of aching muscles and she in tiny, measured, high heeled paces. They turned left, entered an enclosed area and he was guided up three cold steps, bumping his foot initially, and then down three more, walking into hot water. Tacitly Vee walked in, the heat or influence of the water reducing the pain where it touched as he sat in the bathing tank. He heard the heels being removed and the shifting of the water as she joined him. As her tender fingers washed and soaped his delicate flesh, Vee wondered what this woman looked like in the real world, outside his blindness. Was she young or old, pretty or plain, bright or dim, white, black, yellow, brown? She could be anything in this darkness. As his last thought grew he found himself becoming painfully aroused, rising out from the water. The woman called 22 took no notice as far as he could tell.
The harsh sound of clicking feet on metal soon manifested again within the echoey room.
"Well, Vee, I see you find the touch of my Bitch pleasing. It doesn't take too much to arouse you, does it? Don't bother answering it was rhetorical. How do you feel?" asked Dee, efficiently.
"You tell me, I'm sure you're more experienced in this than I am." he replied, a little bitterly.
"Remember your manners Vee, you'll make me regret going easy on you. Very well, I'll tell you how you feel. Overall weakness, dehydrated, muscle pain as if fever wracked and major genitalia discomfort. Well, Vee?"
"Pretty accurate, but you forgot sensorially dysfunctional through visual sensory deprivation."
Dee laughed, a sort of short giggle of, almost normal, amusement.
"That, Vee, was designed to stimulate your imagination outside of visual stimulus. Bitch 22, take his hood off!"
The light hit him with an alarming intensity as the heavy curtain of darkness was raised. Instinctively he raised his hands to cover his eyes, yelling out a little in surprise.
"Poor Vee, you're never happy are you?"
He slowly allowed the light in, the harsh cherry red of the small tiled room was quite intensely glaring, toning down as he became a bit more accustomed to it. The woman with the soft hands sat before him, once again returning to her cleansing. Vee was amazed, the woman knelt oblivious to his staring eyes as he drank in the olive skinned, athletic frame with its dark centre flashing through the foamy ripples in the water. The lower section of her torso seemed to be a sort of leather chastity belt with a large, heavy padlock giving it an established permanence. Her deep tan was interrupted by paler white lines, like a host of criss - crossing chains, mapping out across her whole body, recalling a previous period of bound, sunlit, restriction. Between her prominent mounds was a circle, about the size of a golf ball, with the number 22 printed inside. But even the superbly arousing quality of her body was nothing compared to the surprise of seeing that she wasn't quite naked, she too was wearing a sight depriving black hood.
"Okay, Vee, you've seen enough, tell me, what can you remember?"
"Remember?"
"About your immediate past."
"I awoke here, in this Colony, I saw two women, Maidens, and you. I was taken to a chamber of some sort, even that's vague. I...was in a room and...sweating, oozing. I remember pain, discomfort. Noise, I think I heard cheering...someone came in, watched me I think. Touched me. Was it you?"
"No Vee," she said curtly "That would be forbidden. The purification stage is one of isolation. You are quite mistaken. Obviously it's a sub conscious fantasy of wish fulfilment. Tell me about your dreams. Think about them."
"Pain, intense heat, draining me. I...I remember visions of something, being bound...hurt and tortured."
He stared far into the uniform walls, straining to remember as 22 rubbed at the flesh under water. Vee started to speak in a rapid, machine gun chatter of consciousness as it came back into his mind.
"I was hung up, put on show for a host of jeering women, being whipped and tortured, screaming aloud. Two women hitting and twisting my flesh, putting needles in me and through my skin. They made me. ...made me piss everywhere, and masturbate again and again until there was no more to be emptied from me. I remember being hung up, by straps or something and having tubes jammed into me, people coming up and using them to drink out of me, sucking liquids out my insides. Shit! I remember being on show...a stage maybe, performing...doing, disgusting... fowl acts."
Dee laughed and he looked at her in her flimsy, white linen jacket which still revealed as much as it hid.
"Don't worry, it's just your imagination coming to the surface. The changes in your system solicit it. Why are you still staring at me, have a look at your own body. See? No more fat, not that there was much on you, but now it's all muscle, isn't it? Close your mouth Vee, it looks as if you've never seen an erection before. That one is yours, it's just ...a little developed now."
Vee stared at his rippling frame, its uniform depilation and tangled mass of muscle, but most of all his own organ, semi erect and rising in a long, thick swelling of bloated, hard flesh. It was like a Beardsley drawing, totally unproportioned and utterly riveting.
"Your organ is increased to accommodate the tasks you will be required to perform. Your testes similarly now are more developed, as is the quantity of your emissions along with an accelerated rate of seminal production. The enzyme tests revealed a few rather interesting facts about you, aside from your chemical compatibility with the Colony's, but we'll discuss that later. Stand up until 22 finishes washing you."
Vee stood up and watched his own organ's veined swelling thrusting out monstrously from between his legs, rather than observing the scantily clad, frame of perfection that was Bitch 22.
Dee watched him, a little smile on her lips as she ran her fingers through the top of her copper coloured, Mohican crop, as if in approval.
"Dry him off 22, then go back to the drainage section."
Vee followed the incredibly confident steps of 22, moving in well rehearsed paces while he watched her stunning figure move in a seductive, powerful wiggle of tight muscle. She dried him and left in silence, still blind.
"Now we're alone Vee, I will explain your role. You are to be a sexual performer, doing...fowl acts for the amusement of others, whatever is required. Don't look like that, it's like joining a large company as a department head in your outside world. At all other times when the Maidens are not using your...talents or services, you will be my novice and available at any time for instruction! This is doubly fortunate for you, to be chosen for immediate status and to be cultivated by one of the most reputed Controllers in the Colony."
They were silent for a minute.
"What changed your mind about me, why single me out for this honour? I'm sure there must have been others who would be better suited."
"I liked your defiance, a little. But it was something about you, something alien in the Colony. You didn't seem like any of the others, as if you didn't belong. Anyway, you're mine now!"
Vee looked at the woman, curious about her change of heart and less formal approach, it was as if she knew. He certainly appreciated her physically, her tall, hard body, oozed from the jacket and her sharp features, beneath the bizarre hairstyle, were much more than merely attractive. She was stunningly beautiful.
Dee removed a long chain from her pocket and grasped his penis with one hand while slipping a lockable link through his ringed frenum and urethral piercings, making his erection all the harder under her touch. She looked up with a stern face but eyes that sparkled of amusement.
"You walk behind me at all times. Do not speak on any account and do not look into the eyes of any Maiden you may encounter. Do as I tell you, when I tell you. Now come with me, I'll show you a little of the colony, and especially the sections you might have ended up in."
Dee walked ahead, heels clicking on the metal floor, the sight of her thin ankles, muscles calves and elongated thighs was quite hypnotic. Vee was aware that he'd probably have willingly walked over hot coals simply to keep her entrancing body within his sight. They left the bath house and he followed a few paces behind, chained like a puppy.
T H E
J O U R N E Y
T O
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The woman led him by the chain, her high heels clicking out a regular rhythm on the cold metal floor. Dee led him along a series of almost identical corridors of unadorned walls distinguishable only by the changing colours, pink to sky blue to magenta to deep purple. Sometimes there were doors leading off from the corridors, the large ones leading to other main passageways and smaller ones leading to closed chambers.
Vee padded along, noting what detail he could, but finding himself near hypnotised by the sight of the ever advancing Dee with her long strip of coppery hair swinging down the back of the thin, white, lined jacket and the long limbed lower half which teased his imagination with a 'now you see it-now you don't' spectacle of shifting, muscled bottom. He wondered if his damp tongue would be dry if he were to run it from her ankle to inner thigh, his bobbing fleshy stick hardening further as he considered the option.
They turned a corner and the corridor changed drastically. A large set of black, metal gates with ornate shapes fused to the thick, vertical steel designated the end of the metal hallways. Two immensely tall women, black haired and resembling elongated body builders, dressed in figure hugging, pink body armour stood on the far side.
Dee walked directly to the centre of the gates, was saluted, and exchanged the gibberish speak. The guards betrayed no emotion and hardly glanced at Vee's comparatively puny frame as they moved through the opened gates.
Inside, the corridors were of harsh stone, dark and cool with a long, uniform strip of illuminated tube providing a dim glow which was occasionally highlighted by burning torches, each placed some distance from the next. Vee felt the cold stone chilling his feet as he padded along behind her, now slowing, pace. The doors running off the corridor were large, wide constructions of heavy, dark wood and occasionally of coloured metal. In the distance, towards the end of a long corridor, there was a brighter light as if coming to a main walkway.
For the first time Dee turned to look at the flesh she pulled behind her, unsmiling but inquisitive. They must have been walking for about fifteen minutes or so at this point and Vee, as instructed, had said nothing. In another couple of minutes they were at the source of strong illumination, a high, wide corridor of impressive magnitude running in an undeviating straight line until it faded from sight in both directions. It was a staggering scale.
Dee tugged his chain and pulled him along the corridor to the right, pulling him into a tiny niche secreted behind a black metal sculpture, a statue of a bound and gagged man in the throes of agony or ecstasy. It made Vee a little uncomfortable, not the scale or the actual subject matter, more that he found it a little stimulating... even arousing.
Within the secret opening it was totally black, he hesitated and felt her walking confidently into the blackness, simply pulling him along with her, tugging on the distended flesh. There was a change in the echoing sounds of her transparent heels, a confined, echoey sound which suggested a small chamber or enclosure. Dee uttered a single, gibberish chant and there was a sudden flash resulting in a dim, lilac light radiating throughout the smooth green marble dome they had entered. Behind them there was the exit to the main corridor and before them was a white steel hatchway, reminiscent of the kind found on ships and submarines. Dee turned to him.
"You've been quite good, keeping silent and walking all that way in your weakened state, so now you can have a little reward. We're going spying, walking undetected through the Colony. You can see what most of the men are here for, you'll see what the other Outsiders do, even seeing their private lives...most of the inhabitants aren't aware of these passages, aren't aware of the surreptitious scrutiny with which the Elite overview their domain. You will not only be silent at all times, but avoid making any noise whatsoever. I will tell you the places it is safe to ask questions or address an issue. Is that clear to you Vee?"
"Yes, but why are you letting me see things which some of your own people are restricted from being aware of?"
"My people? An interesting point, Vee. Perhaps I have my own agenda, perhaps I want you to have an awareness which will shape your own responses...and perhaps I am testing you to see if what I suspect is true."
"And what would that be Dee?"
"That would be none of your business, Novice."
She stood in silence, looking down at his chained vulnerability and making no sign of impression at the unnatural proportions which had solidified to a blood draining excess of sexual flesh. He, meanwhile, stared at the olive skinned creature oozing out in hard, desirable shapes from the figure hugging jacket, investigating her underlying nakedness. As if waiting until he had become totally enamoured with her shape, Dee then turned away, unlatched the white metal door and uttered another gibberish chant which plunged them into darkness again.
"Silence Vee!" she whispered and then opened the faintly creaking doorway. I N S I D E
T H E
C O L O N Y
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It was absolute blackness, no light visible and only the unforgiving chain leading his pointing erection where they were going. Oddly, the thin passageway was warm, even the stone beneath his bare feet was a pleasant temperature. Ahead was a faint glow and they suddenly veered off to the left where the illumination was sourced. Dee was painted in a bath of changing lights coming from a large picture window through which she looked, with fascination, into another room.
Vee stood beside her, close enough to breathe her scent in. They stared, wide eyed, as he looked into the window, shocked.
Inside the elliptical chamber, lit by a vaguely magenta fluorescent light from a glowing ceiling above, there was an array of sophisticated bio-chemical instruments dominating the centre of the room. But it was the human perimeter of immobile men which astounded Vee. There were white, black, yellow, big, small, healthy and drained male bodies locked into tiny glass enclosed chambers, a host of tubes, catheters and tubing fused into their physiognomy. Even from the dimness of the other side it was apparent that these men were like cows in a dairy, being milked of their fluids and juices in a variety of copious colours. The men's organs varied from the average to the unnaturally expanded, like his own. Three of the masked women, Faceless Ones, robotically attended to collections and monitoring as if by radar sense, dressed in flimsy, body revealing, lace costumes which pulled the captive men's eyes wherever they went.
Vee could feel Dee's eyes burning into him as he tried to make sense of the bio-chemical purification system which seemed to distil and crack their emissions into sticky oils, crystals and solids. It was as frightening as it was bizarrely fascinating and Vee realised that it was strangely stimulating as well as repulsive. Vee also appreciated that he was not in their position, immobilised like battery dairy stock, unable to touch or be touched, simply spending their time oozing body fluids for whatever uncanny purpose it was that the Maidens required.
Time seemed to slip away as he watched, unmoving, until Dee pulled the chain and tugged him back into the blackness of the tight corridor. Turning this way and that until they came to another window emitting a dim light into the claustrophobic, secret walkway.
Dee stopped at the window, illuminated beautifully by the harsh purple and flickering red light which draped her in flattering shadows that enhanced her good looks and physique. Vee was pulled, silently, beside her until he too could gaze in.
This chamber was larger, square with uniform white tiling on the floor and walls, the ceiling pulsing with deep purple and shifting red light in atmospheric enhancement of the scenario being played beneath its influence.
In this room the men were tied, hung and staked out on a variety of incapacitating equipment like high tech racks, stocks, and hanging frames. All the men were connected up to body tubes and transparent collecting vessels, it was instantly obvious that these creatures emitted a far higher volume of juices than in the previous room. One or two of the women in the room were of Dee's caste, controlling and commanding the Faceless Ones and Bitches scurrying about the spacious, tiled room.
The Controllers were clothed in nothing more than the leather body harnessing Dee had worn when Vee had first been brought to the Colony, revealing their near perfect, biologically changed, bodies. They seemed to hypnotise every man in the room. The Faceless Ones here, still dressed in little more than lace loincloths, wore Yashmaks rather than the blinding masks all the others had modelled, only the naked Bitches were blindfolded and used as human, masturbation foils. It was quite obvious why they needed to be able to see, given the high fluid rate and the manner of its collection. Vee allowed himself to scrutinise the incredible tableau unfolding before him.
In this room, pain was the instrument of extraction. Stretching, beating, whipping and torture induced the modified men to noiseless extraction behind the glass. Swollen organs received harsh treatment and in return emitted copious amounts of ejaculate and perverse pleasure. The variety of ongoing mistreatment was distracting enough to make focused concentration difficult, and yet it was undeniably fascinating. Dee waited just long enough to let him become entranced before she dragged Vee along behind her, on to the next theatre of the unbelievable.
They two stealthily padded on until they came to a third spy window. This room was dominated by the Dee-like controllers, instantly apparent by their elegance and arrogance. Vee found himself seduced by the mere sight of them as if they exuded visual Pheremones. There was no doubt in his mind that these women were startling examples of enhanced womanhood, despite the cruelty which they were exhibiting.
In the red draped room the men were hung from the roof, their elongated organs hanging down like mutant udders while the Controllers milked their juices directly into and over themselves, becoming more abandoned the more they consumed. An enormously tall, slightly built, bald Controller sat, tube in blue lipped mouth, sucking male internal secretions from the other end, deep within his genitals. A blue haired woman tortured and beat a huge man, staked out on a metallic X-stand until he ejaculated into her opened mouth, swallowing eagerly, but retaining a last mouthful which she passed into a powerful, red haired woman's opened lips.
It was obvious that even the Controllers, whose altered structure must have been stimulated in a similar manner to the Maidens, found the juices to be almost like an erotic narcotic. It made Vee wonder what sort of stimulus it elicited. The sophisticated women indulged in a variety of perverse milkings, from the sadistic to the functional, driving themselves to greater heights of arousal and depravity, becoming more alluring as he watched.
Some made love with each other while others fornicated in groups of interfitting perversity. In the farthest part of the room, a Faceless One was hooked up like the men whilst a couple of Controllers pinched her flesh with pliers and stuck thick, acupuncture needles into her vulnerable frame, making her gush a flood of juices which a kneeling woman sat bathing in. Dee turned from the window, her eyes, cold and piercing as if watching someone in particular. Vee followed as the white jacketed Mohican blended into the blackness.
The almost silent padding of her shadowy figure led Vee through the darkness as easily as the chain did, all the while trying to make sense of the bizarre society he was becoming privy to. Suddenly she pulled to the left and he was tugged into a tiny hollow, yanked left and then right twice in succession. Vee felt her hands on each of his shoulders, positioning him before her, against the wall.
Slowly a dim red light twinkled and grew in intensity until a little 40W glow illuminated the tiny circular enclosure. Dee lent against the black brickwork, legs parted on either side of his and so close that he could easily detect her alluring, perfumed fragrance. This was obviously where they could talk undetected, a tiny ingress deep within the walls.
"Well?" she asked, arms folded across her belly.
Vee rubbed his chin and raised his eyebrows.
"I thought you were going to give me the punch-line now...because this has to be some sort of insane joke, right?"
"If I reported that comment you'd be dumped into the first room and milked until you were a drained, empty husk. This is your world Vee, you'd better get used to it and start to take it seriously... otherwise you might not live to utter too many more witticisms. I take it that was your attempt at humour, was it not?"
Vee looked at her trying to assess why someone, obviously capable of being almost ruthlessly cold, should be so lenient with him. It was grimly apparent that this was a merciless world devoid of emotional warmth.
"No, Dee, it wasn't very funny, but it's how a human being rationalises a social structure of this nature, bearing in mind I didn't ask to be here."
"No, perhaps not. But you are here and given the slinking ooze leaking from your penis I'd surmise that it has most certainly stimulated you-at least unconsciously!"
"Did you ever consider that having my engorged flesh tugged along by a chain as I follow a spectacular sculpture of femininity could be rather arousing?"
Dee slapped his face, after a little pause. The blow was firm but not sharply painful.
"I'll tell you when you can admire my beauty!"
Dee slipped her perfectly manicured fingers into the left side of her jacket, revealing the swell of her breast in a fleeting glimpse.
She opened an elegant metal case, extracted a chubby little cigarette and lit it. Vee could smell the unusual smoke, its extraordinary, heady scent like a narcotic, but far removed from anything of that nature. Her bright red lips made a little circle through which she exhaled a lungful of odd smoke, into his face. Dee took another draw and offered it to him.
"Take it, go ahead...it won't kill you!"
They both laughed, ironically. Vee accepted the mutant cigarette, put it up to his lips and inhaled, experimentally. The taste reminded him of something faintly erotic, a second, deeper lungful confirmed it. Dee smiled as she watched, as if suppressing a giggle.
"Is it nice, Vee?"
"What is it?...It makes me feel..."
"No, Vee, it makes you...look down."
He looked at his penis, a long, thick stream of sticky ooze dripping to the floor, aware of a flowing flush of sexual tension.
"Don't get any of that on me or you'll lick it off. In fact from the look of it you might be as well to point it elsewhere. Give me that smoke!"
Vee looked down to see the elongated penis jutting out from his torso like Priapus, the veins raised and taut, synonymously with a conscious urge to resist orgasm. It took an ongoing concentration.
Dee laughed and inhaled again.
"Do you know what this is? It's a mixture of Tanis, synthetic leaf and distilled essence...made from a by product of the processes we've just seen. Don't look so disappointed, there's nothing wrong with pleasurable sensations, whatever their source. Oooh, I see. It's not because it's composed of distilled essences, but the fact that it is the essences of men, isn't it? How infantile. Would it ease your guilt if you knew that feminine essences make up about 8.5% of its total composition?"
Vee struggled against his physical compunction, his mental hunger and the psychological swirl of guilt ridden arousal. Feeling a little disorientated, he said nothing. They stood in silence until she finished the cigarette and dropped the butt to the floor, crushing it out underfoot.
"You're a strange one. There's something quite unusual about you. Do you want to tell me what it is? Okay Vee, if you've nothing more to say then we'll take a look at where they milk the Faceless Ones and the new Bitches. Through the wall we go!"
Dee pushed the wall to her left and it swung back noiselessly as the light instantly extinguished. As she pulled on his chain Vee almost ejaculated, wondering how the erotic narcotic had affected her. Again they wandered through the tiny colonnade in darkness, twisting and turning quietly.
Previously the corridor had a faint, damp, musky scent, where now there was an almost palatable, feminine scent within the stone burrows. It was a long haul, often on an uphill gradient. Eventually the precursive dull glow revealed another voyeuristic portal. This time Dee stopped short of the window wall and simply pushed him ahead, to stand alone in its radiance.
Vee looked down into a small, concave semi-sphere, a hollow containing a writhing mass of naked, hairless bodies, women's bodies. They wriggled and formed multi-limbed groups, quite explicitly unified by a sexual hunger for gratification, swimming in a spectrum of flowing colours of emissions, like oil on water. The excellent, airless, shapes glistened and squirmed in a homogeneous mass of unified ecstasy. It was uncertain what level they were, but they were undoubtedly stimulating to Vee.
It took him some time until he realised that on the surface of the human snake pit there were women, nestled in darkened little, individual recesses. Some of the spectacular, naked forms sat linked up to an incredible number of penetrative tubes, into nipples, belly, sex, anus, mouth and urethra, all oozing a variety of varying coloured juices.
Some women were squeezing their breasts, forcing viscous liquid from their nipples whilst others masturbated fiercely, arms jerking in violent motion, spitting orgasmic liquids into little, clear chambers.
It suddenly struck him that all these women could see him, the woman jerking her hand harshly against her genitals was staring directly at him, her glowing eyes fixed to his as she noiselessly climaxed with a sardonic grin of yawning, screaming release which resulted in a flow of splashing juices.
Vee felt the heady effects of the strange smoke he had ingested, realising simultaneously that his organ was aching to throw out his burning ejaculate from deep within his over-enlarged testes. Dee, he surmised, knew that they could be seen through this wall, remaining hidden to watch his reaction, perhaps even to deliberately arouse the women within the room. He didn't expect to feel the sharp penile tug, solicited by her harsh yanking on the weighty chain. Vee felt a cataclysmic physical earthquake rip through his entire body, falling against the wall behind him as he felt the strange, intensified, sensation of orgasm.
His penis puffed out wider and the tip, choked by the permanently retracted foreskin, became the size of a billiard ball as the thick,
pumping secretion rushed along the vas of his enormous jutting member. Dee watched eagerly as the first spray pissed out in an agonising arc of unbroken white come, splattering off the glass and running down in an amorphous blob. The second spasm made his knees buckle as it tingled along the elongated penis until it jerked out in a thick pulse of hot come, dumped from deep within his anatomy. It hit the glass and then splattered back over him while the third spasm made him fall to his knees, face slumping against the stained glass as his organ released more and more juices until the hedonistic sensations became a smooth, harmonised blur of uncontainable pleasure.
Vee was sitting, slumped on his knees amongst a growing pool of steaming hot emission which never seemed to end in tandem with the spectacular pleasure of the orgasm she had initiated. Thoughts flashed through his mind as sensations of erotic stimulation reduced him to incapacity. The sight of the women through the wall, going frantic at the sight of their forbidden, live sex show, spitting juices from the overflowing chambers as they peaked in an almost audible wail of anguished excitement. Vee knew that Dee could have made him do the same thing even at the first chamber they had viewed, she was in control. It took quite some time to realise that she was standing giggling, out of sight almost in the blackness. The monolithic sensations were driving him into near unconsciousness, and finally to that very destination.
Vee must have passed out for a couple of moments, coming to, quite swiftly, in a pool of warm come. The index finger of Dee's left hand touched a hanging blob of his ejaculate, lifting it from the tip and placing it inside her mouth like an epicurist. She released a tiny moan of approval, leaning against the wall until he got to his feet again. Still they said nothing although Vee was sure that his grunts of delirious pleasure must have reverberated throughout the writhing pit of hairless women. His legs were still shaky as she waved him on, carefully stepping over the considerable pool of thick white emission. In the darkness again she pushed past him, feeling his eternal erection infecting her thigh with the still warm come.
They walked in an aroused silence, ever seeming to move downwards until they appeared to be descending a continuous, declining spiral.
Dee stopped and he felt her fragrant fingers touch his lips, holding them there and then pressing hard. Vee understood that silence seemed to be paramount here. Their promenade continued for a minute or so until the spiral became level again, deep within the core of the Colony. It took another five minutes walk to reach their destination.
The usual dull glow was, this time, a blinding supernova of brilliance in their light deprived journey in darkness, a host of shifting colours illuminating around the corner as they approached.
Dee's wiggling rump was an instant visual distraction which aroused carnal, perverse desires within Vee. She took no notice, shaking for a brief moment as if chilled, visibly apprehensive or excited as she arrived at the intruding wall. There was a smaller viewing plate here, through which the harsh light blinded them with its powerful glare until their eyes got used to the strong light source. Together, they gazed in.
The glass revealed them to be behind a stage where an oriental man, perhaps even more well endowed than himself, was leaning back against a steel frame while a stunning Latino woman, in sheer, flowing transparent garments, touched and made herself an oozing physical exhibit. She was an unnatural blonde and with incredibly sculptured looks, made up to perfection, touching and probing herself until wet patches of slippery underlying flesh became clogged with the diaphanous, flowing chiffon gossamer. The handsome man watched his own organ shaking as the veins began to stand out as if he were pumping iron in a weight lifting competition.
The Latino ripped the clothing open revealing her naked, uniformly olive, flesh. Her nudity was a spectacle of beauty as pleasing as her visage, her prominent breasts jutted out like an air-brush fantasy as she rubbed his weeping organ between her rippling bosom. The blonde's elongated tongue wrapped around the enormous penis head as her lips stretched widely to allow the tip to enter. Vee considered her ample mouth utterly beautiful, he was aghast as he watched the widening lips manage to slip over the mutated penis as it accessed her oral orifice. The oriental man threw his head back and the sound of heavy, low frequency music reverberated in the enclosed corridor. Vee's mouth was ajar and then literally dropped as he watched this Latin goddess swallow the man's sex, inch by inch. It was beyond belief, Vee asserted to himself, his logic dictating that the act was quite simply physiologically impossible by any standard laws of existence. And yet it was occurring before his eyes. Dee also watched hungrily, only occasionally casting Vee a glance to gauge his reaction to the ongoing performance.
The Latino wriggled herself further down his penis, its shape totally deviating her throat as it sank deep inside her, past the oesophagus. Time stood still as she consumed the last of his flesh, leaving her jaws opened like a snake consuming a rabbit, whole. Her black painted fingernails dug into the man's flesh, cutting into his chest as her other hand wrenched his nipple from his skeleton, her body rocking his penis in and out of her yawning oral sheath. The pained man started to thrust his hips as if fucking her opened mouth, violently slamming into her as she ripped his flesh with her razor sharp fingernails.
Dee and Vee both sensed that the man's moment of truth was at hand. His scream shook the spy glass as his orgasm took place while the razor fingers lacerated his torso. The pumping of his organ was plainly visible through her distended throat, a regular pulsing as manifest as swallowing would normally be. It took over two minutes for his emission and unbelievable ejaculation to be completed. All the while the beautiful woman sweated and oozed vaginal juices, piss and lactations until she glistened in the changing lights. She fell back harshly on her superbly formed buttocks and a mouthful of overflowing sperm gagged out from her numbed lips, running alluringly down her perfect body. It was a disgusting sight, and one of the most profoundly erotic that Vee had ever been privy to.
The urge to smash the glass and beg this beautiful woman to indulge in depravity with him was difficult to resist for Vee. He had never felt such an intense attraction of this nature to someone unknown to him, a perfect stranger. Feeling this way he was incensed when the oriental man began to beat the goddess like vision with a thick, wide strap, unrelentingly. The blonde hair and torn chiffon clung to her body as she rolled in the slippery juices, spinning to escape the painful sting of the beating. It was only through a temporary gap in the oncoming lighting that Vee spotted a green armoured Maiden holding a clutch of chains from which a gaping throng of collared Bitches pulled towards the stage in erotic desperation, entranced by the sight, sound and smell of the performance.
The gorgeous Latino knelt while he beat her, close to the front of the stage, her belly distended with an enormous pressure of internally pumped ejaculate. The beating made her fall on all fours as she involuntarily began to gag with a rising mouthful of the man's consumed sperm. It splattered to the floor and, as the lights flashed again, Vee could see the crouched, dog-like, Bitches going frantic, held in check by the grinning Maiden. The blonde Latino began to regurgitate an enormous trail of spermatic vomit, again and again under the beating strap, until a large pool lay before her and she collapsed in a fit-like heap of depraved pleasure.
The icy Maiden released the Bitches and they descended on the hot white pool like scavengers, licking, rolling and swallowing it. Their bodies swiftly began to convulse with a purely abandoned, disconnected joy as they groped and mated with one another. The oriental man selected one to sink himself, agonisingly, into in a sadistic manner that only made the victim encourage the excruciating attack to greater heights of brutality. Two of the bitches immersed their limbs deep into the recumbent Latin beauty.
It was an erotic theatre of the damned, which Vee was now part of, like it or not. And still he could not look away. The lights became subtler now, as the protagonists indulged in base and humiliatingly, inhuman acts.
Vee gazed at Dee, watching how she held her lower lip between her shiny teeth, clutching the side of the spy glass, oblivious, apparently, to his scrutiny. She was not just beautiful but an intense presence, it took some time until he could look back into the performance room and gaze past the stage to the strange audience of Maidens and their, pet-like, concubines.
The height, dynamism and sheer genetic uniqueness of the Maidens was overtly obvious, only a few lying or standing naked, exposing bodies of unbelievable craft and quality, as others, clad in tiny metal bikinis, sunk their huge limbs far into their concubines, forcing complicity from their inferiors. All of them were actively imbuing different substances, the effects of which seemed to range from the tranquil to the violently debased. All these creatures were fantasy goddesses, but real and animate. Vee watched as one, a black skinned giant with cropped white hair stood naked before the stage, extracting a hypo full of the oriental man's regurgitated emission.
The black Venus, absolutely nude, jammed the filled instrument deep into the thick white mane between her perfect thighs and push down on it. In seconds the very air around her seemed to glow and become electric as her body quivered, rippling in involuntary waves of muscle. Her muscled arms grabbed a Bitch from the stage and dragged her, face down and legs akimbo, until their crotches met in a hot kiss.
The black Maiden threw her head back and a gasp of steam or milky condensation escaped from her yawning mouth. The body on the stage bucked and writhed, trying to escape something. Vee watched the Venus shunt her hips against the open legged Bitch, causing distress and agony. It was puzzling. The actions continued, causing more pain or pleasure, commensurate with the elapsing time. Meanwhile other Maidens smoked, drank and ate the purified essences which seemed to be their own erotic opiates. It became an overload of unbelievable beauty and depravity. Neither Dee nor Vee could do anything but watch.
The last thing Vee remembered noting was the black goddess, as if miming a macho man fucking a submissive woman, climaxing into the Bitch victim. The realisation, as she fucked her orgasm on to greater heights, hit Vee like a physical blow. The dark skinned creature, still holding the writhing Bitch by the hair, pulled back until her white pubic slash revealed a long black organ emanating from deep inside her opened vagina, anchoring deep into the helpless lump of flesh hanging over the edge of the stage and spitting out a continuous flow of steaming hot, magenta ejaculate. It was not simply the fully formed, hermaphroditic beauty which so shocked Vee, nor the sight of her enormous, oozing penis sticking out from the swollen vaginal lips. What really shocked him was the magenta come she was oozing in a thick flow of totally abandoned ejaculation, just like the liquid he had been purified with.
Without warning the glass became more and more opaque until the light source was completely obliterated and they once again stood in the dark. Vee's breathing was heavy and incredibly loud in the sensory deprived environment, the shock was manifesting as a hard core sexual urge that seemed to have little interest in how it was satisfied. He touched his weeping penis in the darkness as Dee once again dragged him along behind her like a little poodle. For some reason he assumed that she had become aware of his own subtle, self gratification and it made him desist instantly. The host of questions and impulses which thundered through his mind made the journey to the next conversation zone seem like an eternity away. When it finally did come, he had internalised and made sense of the majority of what he had seen with the things which he had learned previously, since he arrived.
Vee sensed that they were in another of those small, semi circular conversation booths again, but they still remained in silence and no light appeared. There was the noise of a metal door opening and they stepped into a dull, faintly lit, metal room resplendent with locks, chains and straps anchored on the walls. There was no furniture, only a glass bidet like contraption towards the far side of the chamber. The door closed with an ugly echo and they could hear the sound of a large crowd echo mutely through the metal, as they stood inside.
"It's the Arena, Vee. It makes the Maidens Performance theatre pale into insignificance. Why don't you go back to doing your little routine of self abuse that you thought I wouldn't detect earlier while I tell you why you don't want to go to the Arena. The reason...well go on, touch yourself the way you want to, in fact I'll be very surprised if you can resist the warping sexual urges pulsing through your system just now. Try it if you want, but you'll still end up gripping your length of sex flesh within your two hands, jerking away until you can get rid of the, hormone derived, accumulation of sperm."
"I..." Vee began mutely before falling to his knees and then furiously began to masturbate before her. Dee laughed in an almost natural tone as she watched him, academically.
"Don't splash me or you'll lick it off, Vee"
He toyed with the idea of saturating her body in his juice simply so that he could touch her, increasingly seductive, beauty at least with his tongue. It didn't seem like a good idea. She continued with her lecture.
"The Arena can be the last stop, or the first step on a merry-go-round to Hell. There, it's not simply life which is cheap, but sheer existence. It's like a ‘Deathbowl’, with sadistic erotic overtones. It is the place where those who are no use in any other sphere are sent for a final chance at Absolution. Like a mini-stadium, the race track is designed for cruel and dangerous chariot races where the Maidens compete with one another to have the best team of human horses. Only the strong survive, like the pre-Olympic games of ancient barbarity.
Men fight with men, fucking the defeated, for pleasure must be found where induced needs must...the audience love it. They love watching the ritual violence, the competitive beating to destroy your opponent's slave before your own is defeated, the tangible aura of pain and erotic violence. There they love to break the rebellious, the insolent and the independent...you to a 'T'. Well...as you seem to be nearing your climax, I assume that you know that the option to join the Lowest of the Pack isn't a desirable ambition."
Vee found himself mentally invading her body, realising that her cross legged pose on the little bidet was designed to tease and arouse him. It made him a little more confident as he once again felt the blinding rush of adrenalated ejaculation pulse past his clutching fingers. This time he painted the roof and gave voice to his climax as arc after sweet arc oozed from the tip of his pulsing organ, draining him in the most sexual manner he had experienced to date. All the while he watched her shift her everlasting limbs, noting a little spray, splash on the inside of the transparent bowl beneath her rump. It made his jerk his orgasm on to further pleasure, approaching the unconsciousness stage again, only his determined resistance to submit to the darkness and the sight of her pleased face kept him with her. The jerking testes pumped out more and more of his secretions onto the walls, ceiling and floor. His come still pumped out as he fell forward on all fours, fighting to stay with the overwhelming sensations that ripped orgasmic release from deep within the very core of his being.
When the debilitating phase passed he looked up at her, gasping for breath and heart racing dangerously fast.
"Well done Vee, very good. It usually takes a novice a few orgasms before they can remain conscious. You're quite the little fighter, it makes me think that you are more than a little unusual. I think I'll show you one more exhibit. Have you ever seen a pack of she wolves descending on a lone male? Neither have I, but what I'll show you is very comparable. Get up, follow me. We're going back to the main corridors again. Keep your mouth shut about what you've seen, okay?"
Vee got to his feet, with difficulty. He was a sperm sodden mess and realised that she intended to parade him through the populated corridor just to exhibit him in the humiliated state. His erection told him that the ongoing erotic tension was still blooming within him, it was probably an ongoing state enhanced by the erotic narcotic he was doubtless going to contribute to himself, eventually. They left the sperm contaminated room, he a few steps behind her again.
Like a little pet he found himself having to concede a grudging affection for his new Mistress and Controller.
THE COLONY © 1999 ANTHRO - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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IN NO WAY DO WE CONDONE OR SUPPORT ANY ACTIVITIES WHICH INVOLVES COERCION, A LACK OF CONSENT OR RAPE.
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