The Colony Box Set

by J. D. Grayson

  A body suddenly tackled him from behind. Forced down to the ground, a group of three primitives descended upon him. The moonlight revealed their features.

  Masked in red clay, they looked like earthly devils. They were naked. Each body was smeared with the cave clay, decorating their shaved heads too. An ashy black stripe went down the center. The bright colors contrasted their dark eyes. Yellowish sharp teeth aided their eating ability.

  Of course, fashion wasn’t Gunner’s current concern. One man bit into his side, tearing at flesh. Smith lunged his sharpened rock into the enemy’s skull. Quickly tossed away, the deceased fell with weapon in head.

  The remaining assailants continued. One bit into his thigh, another went for his throat. Catching an opened jaw in his fist, Gunner stopped the fatal neck bite. Even in his weakened state, he summoned his fighting spirit.

  Unfortunately, he could only hold off one. The second cannibal chewed on the prey’s thigh. Gunner refused to end up in their stomachs. However, his options were running out.

  The battle neared its end. Gunner’s trembling hand shook, clinging to the last ounce of strength. His hold collapsed, letting the cannibal’s jaw land upon his throat. Right before a fatal bite was taken, a popping sound filled the air. Blinded with splattered blood, Smith wiped his eyes clean. His hungry enemy had a split head. Whacked with a long oak trunk, the face was smashed in.

  Another whack sounded as pressure was relieved from his leg. All the enemies were dead. Looking over his three saviors, they each donned red robes. Dressed in the wardrobe of temple guards, their actions were anything but.

  Holding up a lit torch, the lead man lowered his red hood. A gray haired and bearded savior was revealed. He was old enough to be an ass-kicking grandfather.

  “Welcome home, kid,” the stranger said in a southern drawl.

  *****

  Dylan entered a damp concrete lair. He was met at the entrance by the exotic Eden. A pale yellow snake wrapped around her waste, almost appearing like a chastity device. “Leave us,” she instructed Adam.

  “My promised reward?” Adam asked.

  She gave him a seductive look. “You will be paid...as always.”

  Nodding, the annoyed man exited the building.

  Connecting eyes with Dylan, her hypnotic stare sucked him into her world. Having only admired her from afar, each detail enhanced her seductive beauty. “You made a wise decision coming here,” she said.

  “I didn’t know there was a choice,” he responded.

  “Dylan, you know there’s always a choice. Even if that choice is disobedient death.”

  “I’ll reserve that option for a worthy cause.”

  She nodded, highly approving of his words. Taking his hand, she led him into an adjoining room. The low-lit area included green vegetation, an indoor lagoon, a plush bed, and a masked Jenna.

  The female prisoner was cuffed at the wrists and ankles, suspended in midair by hanging ceiling chains. Face up, her mouth was stuffed with a ball gag, legs spread wide. Her slit was swollen and well used.

  Dylan gasped at the sight. Scanning the room, another fact disturbed him even more. A sea of colorful snakes slithered inside the dark watered pool. The thick pythons were red, brown, and deep orange.

  “Which bothers you more?” she asked, noticing his gaze. “The slave...or the serpents?”

  “Can I choose both?”

  “You can...they’re both my pets,” she said, stroking the snake’s cold flesh. “Though I only value one of them. I’ll let you guess which.”

  Dylan didn’t have to ask her preferred species. “Interesting creatures...snakes, that is.”

  “Beautiful...mystical creatures. They bring me such comfort.”

  “Snakes comfort you?”

  “Their presence sets me at ease. Such phallic symbols of beauty, power, and mystery. They keep you guessing with their next move. Coldblooded, they don’t let emotion complicate matters. They’re survivors...willing to do anything to ensure it. Is there anything else necessary in life?”

  “They constrict, strangle...kill to survive. What if that next moves against you? What if it’s your life they take?”

  “Serpents sense people. They respect those as deviantly cunning as themselves.”

  Dylan gulped at her disturbing reptilian comparison. He turned away from the snakes, looking at the masked, helpless Jenna. “And what about her?”

  “She’s your gift...for tonight. A small taste of a greater meal to come.”

  “What have I done to earn a gift?”

  “The gift is for something you haven’t earned...yet.”

  “And what would that be?”

  “You ask many questions, Dylan.”

  “Sorry. It’s something I’ve been trying to change...”

  “Don’t be sorry. It’s that attitude which brings you here today.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I’ve been watching you. I saw your apprehension at the stoning. You thought...before killing.”

  “That wasn’t a dream?” he asked in shock.

  “Pure reality. I also saw you stand up to Adam during planting. I need to know...are you willing to use that strength for our greater good? Are you a survivor, Dylan?”

  He paused. “What are you asking me to do?”

  “I’m asking you to swear loyalty to me,” she said boldly. “In turn...it will benefit us all.”

  “Tell me what you want first.”

  “Where is your wife tonight?” she asked, adjusting her approach.

  Distress crossed Dylan’s face. “I was told she’s with Aionios. Do you know something? Is she...OK?”

  “He’s seeding her.”

  Even though he assumed they were having sex, anger filled Dylan’s chest. He suddenly remembered his new life, new rules. “I accepted that fate...when I agreed to join this colony.”

  “Your eyes betray your words, Dylan.”

  “Maybe I don’t believe she’s the chosen. No one else conceived in all this time. Maybe he’s just shooting blanks?”

  “There are things about this place...that betray even your eyes,” she warned. “Alexa’s different than the others...she’s caught Aionios’ interest. I just received word...he’s claimed her as his alone. He’s not letting her go until she conceives. There’s no changing his mind...she is the chosen one. Even if the process kills her instead.”

  Fear and sickness filled Dylan’s expression. “I won’t let her die!”

  “It will take us both to stop it.”

  “I have no power here. What can I do?”

  “Shhh,” she said, pressing a gentle finger to his lips. “We’ll talk action soon enough. Beforehand...sample the spoils of loyalty,” she said, gazing deeply into his eyes. Approaching him slowly, her curved hips swayed in a tempest of temptation.

  Dylan’s cock rose at the thought of touching her forbidden body. Arriving at his muscular chest, she pressed her hand to his flesh. Her touch was cold, yet sexually raw. It appeared she’d take him places even Alexa wouldn’t go.

  Leaning inward, she stole a soft kiss. Full red pillows sucked upon his, as her bulbous breasts brushed his skin. Her caramel-colored nipples nearly sliced him with rigid pleasure.

  Dylan’s strong hands cupped her thick ass cheeks, pulling her snake wrapped body closer. She stiffly pulled away. “I am the ultimate reward...for the one who carries out my wishes. She’s the appetizer.” She pointed at Jenna.

  Mr. Hunter paused, painfully aroused from the tempting tease. Jenna’s masked face didn’t matter to him. In his mind, she wore Eden’s image. Approaching the suspended slave, Eden ran her long nails over the captive’s curves. She licked the latex mask as Jenna’s dilated eyes rolled upward.

  Her body was filled with paradox-induced lust. Since being held prisoner, she’d been kept in a constant state of drugged arousal. She still had control of her memories, though not her body.

  “Use her...in every way possible,” Eden urged. “Imagin
e you’re inside me.”

  Dylan’s newfound edge was awakened again. He lunged for the curvy captive, landing between her spread legs. Just being in Eden’s presence infected him with lust. Her sexual energy enslaved his libido. The paradox lip-gloss didn’t hurt either.

  Arriving at Jenna’s spread lips, he fired his 9-inch arrow into her bulls eye. Her body quivered, feeling him slide inside. Leaning inward, he devoured a breast with his mouth. Feeling her used box smother his pleasure pole, he sucked and gnawed her sensitive nipples.

  Eden hovered beside Jenna’s head. Her soft tongue continued teasing the play toy. Whispering in the masked ear, Eden quietly said, “Serve my will, whore.”

  While Mr. Hunter busily sucked on Jenna’s breasts, Eden released her snake onto the body. A loud hiss spooked Dylan, making him jolt up. He gasped, seeing the slick creature navigate Mrs. Smith’s curves.

  The chained captive swayed like a sex swing, pulled into Dylan’s cock. He nervously watched the snake part the breasted valley. Arriving at her belly, it made Mr. Hunter sweat. About to withdraw from his sexual gift, Eden’s soft body pressed against his back. She blocked his escape.

  Her soft breasts and hard nipples dug into him. Leaning into his ear, Eden’s sweet breath whispered, “The serpent won’t hurt you.” Feeling his body tremble, the erotic exotic bit Dylan’s earlobe. Gnashing hard, her ultra white teeth chewed upon him.

  Digging her nails into his skin, she scratched down the sides of his back. It was so hard, red indentions were left behind. By the time she arrived at his strong ass cheeks, a drop of blood had been drawn.

  Distracted by the painful acts, he was shocked to feel the snake brush his balls. “Oh fuck!” he announced. It slithered down his muscular leg, wrapping like a vine’s tendrils.

  Eden could feel Dylan’s heart beating through his back. To further distract him, she dropped down to her knees. Reaching under his legs, she manually withdrew his thick cock. Sliding her head beneath his balls, she bent the hardness to meet her mouth.

  Opening wide, she engulfed the sopping staff. After every inch was soaked with saliva, she straightened it. Sliding the head down Jenna’s pink paradise, she passed the vaginal entrance.

  Continuing downward, she pressed Dylan’s cock against Jenna’s rosebud. “Take her ass!” she demanded. Not giving him a choice, she forced his mushroom-shaped head into the sensual sphincter.

  The curvy blonde’s body jolted in her bonds. Dylan’s face tensed from the tightness. Jenna stiffened from the harsh sensation, shocked by the 9-inch invasion of her dark cavern. The position made it tighter than ever.

  As Dylan’s thick cock reached its base, he gasped at the anus’ choking sensation. The snake emulated the action around his leg, nearly cutting off circulation. Helping to distract him again, Eden spread Mr. Hunter’s ass. Placing her face between his cheeks, her tongue slithered against his forbidden flume.

  Eden rimmed Dylan’s anal eye. The tickling sensation sent chills up his spine, energizing him back into action. He rocked the play toy back and forth against his swelling erection.

  Even muted with the ball-gag, Mrs. Smith’s cries of pleasurable pain escaped. A river of sweet saliva sailed from her rubber-stuffed mouth. Her eyes rolled, feeling her strained asshole chafed by Dylan’s spear.

  Stimulated by Eden’s spinning tongue, he felt his cum syphoned upward. Before he erupted, Jenna’s body shook in fits of fury. Her breasts jiggled as she came in heavenly heaves.

  The squeezed sphincter pushed Dylan beyond the edge. Flooding her ass with pleasure, he gripped hold of her curved hips. Bending down, he laid his head upon her mask. Biting the cold latex with his teeth, he unloaded a sea of cum into her bountiful bottom.

  Connecting eyes with the mysterious woman, he yanked her ball-gag out. Dylan kissed her mouth sloppily. Right as he finished, a drugged Jenna forced a breathy, quiet whisper. “Gunner.”

  Gasping, Dylan stared back at Eden. Not hearing a thing, her face was still buried between his cheeks. The confused man replugged the slave’s mouth. Still stimulated, Mr. Hunter continued to fire spurts of sticky sperm.

  As Eden pulled away, Mr. Hunter convulsed. He shook, feeling his load seep from the dark canal. It dripped downward, coating his balls. The wrapped snake was freed from his leg, returned to its mistress.

  From his reaction, there was no doubt. Eden had Dylan wrapped around her like a serpent. Her tease was so tempting, she ensured his loyalty. He wouldn’t deny her anything.

  Withdrawing from Jenna’s ass, Dylan turned to face the seductive siren. She smiled, connecting gazes with him. He got hard again. Pressing Mr. Hunter’s body, Eden gripped his cock, tempting it along her wet folds.

  “I have to put it in! I gotta have you for myself!” he begged.

  “Do we have a deal?” she asked seductively.

  “I’ll do anything to have you!”

  A wicked smile crossed her face, as she stared directly into his blue eyes. “I want you to kill Aionios.”

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  The Colony

  Part III: Prophecy

  Part III-Prologue

  1962

  52 Years Earlier

  A Soviet cargo ship cruised through Pacific Ocean. Fog shrouded the atmosphere, making it impossible to spot land. Perched high in the ship’s tower, a Navy lookout peered through binoculars. As hard as it was to see forward, his job depended on it. The crew had a mission to complete, their lives depended on it too.

  The cargo beds carried bricks and mortar, rolls of fencing, barbed and electrical wire. Down below, a cargo of a different nature was stored. Primitive human beings were chained inside cages. Half were male, half female. They varied in shades of bronze and black skin, depending upon their abduction point. Each one was nude, a cultural norm to many of them.

  Captain Ivan Fedrov entered a cargo hold. The baldheaded man chose the smallest cage. Seven exotic women were inside, secured from ceiling chains. He walked the line, spanking each one with a belt. They quickly learned their submissive place. Red lashes covered their tanned hides, each girl whimpering with reaction.

  After inspecting each captive with his eyes, he used his nose. Kneeling, Ivan sniffed each hole, testing the quality of scent. His warm breath teased each one, making the girls nervously quiver. A smile crossed his face as he announced, “This crop’s fresh, comrades.”

  Mr. Fedrov’s voyeuristic crew laughed. They watched him spread each girl’s vaginal lair, examining them for diseases. He followed by testing their holes with his fingers, exploring every inch of their innards.

  Upon completion, Ivan announced, “Hose them down!” As he moved away, a water wheel was turned. A soviet soldier braced himself for an explosive flow. Within moments, a fury of liquid leapt through the cage bars. Each girl was doused with water.

  The water-stream targeted their thick asses, cleansing every crack and crevice. Their other parts obviously didn’t matter. After a minute of forced bathing, the running water was turned off.

  Feminine cries filled the air. Ivan returned to the captives, roving their wide wet hips and curved asses. Positioned with their backsides to him, both holes were accessible. His calloused hands roved each bronze body, seeking his prize for the night. He’d already grown bored of the older stock.

  Of the 100 current captives, those seven girls were the newbies. The females served one purpose: crew sex dolls. No use to Mother Russia, the captives wouldn’t accompany the ship home. A deep seafloor would be their eventual resting place.

  Soviet Leader Nikita Khrushchev tasked Captain Fedrov with the secret mission. Although the main objective wasn’t to abduct natives, it was part of the instruction. The captain was to collect male slaves for labor.

  The mission’s main goal was to discover and occupy an island. There, a secret base would be built. A warm water port would be vital to the Communist country. They’d have a prime place to launch attacks against American interests.

  With Soviet missiles already housed in
Cuba, both American coasts would be threatened. The landmass had to be easily disguised, able to house hidden nukes. Ivan raided one island after another, finding none worthy.

  Though with thousands of primitive islands in the Mid-Pacific, it would take time. They used crude nautical maps, searching millions of watery miles. Failure to produce would earn execution. Of course, the crew would have to return home first. Rumors of defection persisted. Only Captain Fedrov knew for sure.

  Once a state psychologist, he was a proud man. Forced to serve the Soviet cause, bitterness set in. In his mind, he was too educated to be a tool. The narcissist wanted to give orders, not follow.

  Before leaving each island, Ivan had select locals rounded up. They were tied, their defenders slaughtered. The prettiest and strongest were drugged, netted, and locked in the cargo bay. They belonged to Mother Russia. The seven current girls were prime examples of mission rewards.

  Ivan’s current inspection continued, as he examined the slave’s faces. The middle girl stood out. She was prettier than the others, bigger breasts and ass. A daughter of a chieftain, she was a princess. While the other’s cried, she refused to shame her people.

  “A competition, comrades?” Ivan shouted. His men cheered in approval. He selected a few soldiers, including his second-in-command, Vladimir Udom. “Let’s see what they’re made of. The girl who breaks the first man...wins her freedom! I’ll take the middle one!”

  The men roared in laughter, knowing freedom meant a trip overboard. Cheered on by subordinates, Ivan yanked his fatigues down. Fully erect, the six soldiers followed his lead. Dropping their pants, each one was rock hard. They loved claiming frightened newbies.

  Captain Fedrov spit into his hand, slicking his 7-inch cock. Spreading his slave’s vaginal lips from behind, he thrust his bulbous head into her juicy fruit. Wasting no time with foreplay, he banged her mercilessly.

  Her face tensed. Luckily for the princess, foreplay wasn’t a language she’d ever known. Ivan grabbed her raven-colored hair, pulling her backward into his spear. Sounds of slapped skin echoed through the musty ship. He crashed into her so hard, slight bruises formed upon her hind thighs.