“Elon built this place?” she asks.
I laugh. “No,” I mutter. “They did. I don’t know why or how, but the people of this planet showed me this project. I haven’t returned since. I needed to find you first.”
Her eyebrows crease. “Why?”
“Every life I’ve lived is a chance to understand this world better,” I say, placing my hand around her cheek. “My purpose is twofold. To escape…”
I wait for the second part. “And…?”
“To wake you up. To make you understand what this is really about,” I say.
“You keep saying that, but I still don’t know that means,” she mutters.
“Soon.”
I expect her to run, but she is completely frozen. Ironically, her body temperature has shot up one degree higher, despite the frigid winds that won’t seem to ever let up.
In this house of darkness, she won’t need to wear any clothing to cover up her naked body. This is a holy place, a place of ritual and worship. A place of sex and renewal.
The scientists that deprogrammed me to breed this woman might have known I’d bring her here. The people must have built this place to complete my oath to those devils in the sky.
But I can’t be certain.
She freezes and makes a fearful noise. “Wait. I’m not ready,” she says.
“I’m sorry, Ava. This is not my choice.”
There’s no stopping this now. After all, she requested me to take her here. It was her choice to make, whether or not she knew it.
As we near the entrance, the noises I flashed back to earlier filter out from the door. A few humans walk out in black fur and leather, covered in oil and sexual fluids, cackling like the wild animals they are.
They are travelers, one of the first groups not to attack me. They are harmless tourists who feign surprise every time they see me.
As soon as they witness Ava and I, they fall to their knees and bend their head toward the ground.
"What the hell are you doing back here?" a woman in the group asks.
Two more humans from the crowd look at me with shock, as if to ask me where I've been. However, they have no concept of time. Their memories are scattered too.
These people may worship the ground I walk on, but long-term, they’re not loyal. They’re infected like the rest of them, impure and illogical. There’s no need to waste our time with them.
It’s like I said. They made this place for me. But once we step inside, I don’t think we’ll be able to come back.
“Be gone,” I mutter. “And don’t tell anyone you saw me here.”
The humans scurry into the night, acting like insects caught against a corner. As they disappear, a patch of dim light begins to emerge, miles away in the distance, where more cultists are sure to be hiding. I’ll follow their trail later, but right now, my prize is female form. She is a young, gorgeous woman with a light brown coat that barely covers the cheeks of her ass.
Ava is terrified, but she has seen nothing yet. She asked me to take her here. Will she regret it, or will she come to love her choice as much as I might?
I push her forward, keeping a firm hold on her chains. She shivers and squirms under my grip, gritting her teeth and dragging her heels against the dirt. Knowing I can’t let her go, I pull back harder.
She is my pretty little flower. My one true love. I will open her up and force the truth inside her. And once she wakes, we can finally be one.
“Please,” she whispers. “Be gentle.”
I arch my neck and inhale her sweet, rosy scent.
“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you,” I say. “Not unless you want me to.”
7
Ava
All of this is real.
But on occasion, you can see through the cracks in the code. Other people might not notice the faults in an otherwise perfect mirror of our reality, but it’s in my skill-set to make a note of these things.
Sometimes, it’s just a lag on part of the characters. Other times, it’s a trinket or loose item that hasn’t been properly shaded.
There is evidence of degraded code, things I would patch up under any other circumstance. But I’m not even sure Elon designed this area. Kalxor is convinced the characters created it, building it by hand, life after bloody life.
But how?
This place, this breeding ground that Kalxor led me to, terrifies me to no end. I’ve never been open with my sexuality. I was too uptight, and a little too frightened to vocalize my deepest desires. But it’s almost like the code is writing itself. Like it knows my inner thoughts.
I’ve seen this building before. On tireless, sleepless nights I would close the blinds of my apartment, take off my clothes, and welcome the demons into my bed. Here, I feel that same strange buzzing between my legs, a heat that unfolds into wet ache, a voice that begs for a teardrop of pleasure.
An inner voice that whispers: “Defile me, master. Turn me into your submissive slave.”
I’m here for myself. Here because I wanted him to take me here, so I could face my inability to let go of control. As much as I want to turn back, I have to surrender to his hands.
Soon, he will handle every inch of me. There will be nothing I can do. He is a savage beast, a sexual predator with one obvious goal in mind.
He has no room to be gentle.
He thinks he can escape this madness. Somehow, I believe him.
As we walk through the hollow entrance of beastly pain and pleasure, a thick fog drifts around our bodies. In here, everything is distorted. Unable to perceive what’s in front of me, I lean into his chest and allow him to guide me through the hallway.
We spill into a dark, narrow maze that seems to lead into an endless amount of twists and turns. Female bodies writhe and coil like thick anacondas, thighs circulating around statuesque monsters, beasts of incredible size, girth, chiseled physiques easing back against the wall, moaning with deep and sickly pleasure.
These grotesque creatures fuck with impressive strength, their iron-toothed claws cutting into protruding hips, thrusting with blunt force. Mutated brutes of violence and venom lick and consume their sex-toys. More leather clad women of perverse tastes enter the fray and devour the specimens fed to them, sweat and seed of beastly perversion dripping down their chins.
The alphas’ calloused sexual organs churn flesh into sinew, the women’s nearly effaced physiques swathed in obscene skirts, their swollen cunts thrusting back without restraint.
In this deranged world, tales of amateurs prone to bizarre acts of copulation emerge like the nightly sneers of devils. What this world lacks in fresh and imaginative inventiveness, it more than makes up for in sheer outlandishness.
The floor is wet with sex. The halls smell of pussy, seed, cock and masculine body odor. I should be disgusted, but I’m not.
I’m turned on.
“Are you all right?” Kalxor asks, lips brushing the top of my ear.
“Why have you taken me here?” I ask. “What on Earth could this place show me?”
My blood runs cold. All five senses are warning me to get the hell out of this revolting palace of sin, debauchery, sex and lawlessness. But there’s no one here to scold me for staring, to spank me for my bad behavior. No one except Kalxor, and he’s not even real.
Yes, I can do anything I want here.
No regrets. No repercussions.
Is it wrong to crave something so deplorable and animalistic, savage, and cruel? To be fucked for the sake of being fucked, held down and driven tit-first into the ground?
Is it wrong to be held as tight as you can, to relish in the warm excess of an alpha’s fuck?
My entire life has been me wanting to please authority figures in my life to make up for what my father never gave me. To feel good enough. To feel in control. But I was never going to get that in the outside world. The closure I sought at those support meetings never came.
I had to come here to find myself. And though I’m petrified with shock,
this is everything I’ve bargained for.
There are faint murmurs from foaming mouths, latching tongues, sucking the foulest incantations from outstretched, desperate lips.
This place is filled with depravity. The characters have discovered something deep inside them that needs to be let out, a primitive urge to fuck and breed without consequence.
A woman exhales and laughs, spit glazing her lips. Her eyes are sharp like daggers, inviting, yet menacing all at once.
“Join us, darling,” she grunts. “There's lots of fun to be had here.”
“Let’s keep moving,” Kalxor growls and nudges me forward.
I don’t want to be one to pass up an opportunity, but one cyborg is more than I can handle. I proceed out of the long hallway and into the blinding blackness of a large antechamber.
Inside, motionless walls of glass distort and manipulate our reflections. We meander further into this maze, and soon, I can no longer see anything but the many versions of ourselves staring back at our naked bodies. There's an air of inevitability to our entrance, as if destiny has taken over, leaving everything up to fate.
There is no time to make any adjustments. I can’t take notes, can’t alert Elon of what is happening here. A brutal alien has me under his control, and I’m eagerly following his lead.
I’m mesmerized by the character’s ingenuity.
I swallow. It feels as if my heart has stopped, but I’m wide awake and conscious. And I can’t stop staring at the strange bodies grinding together in my peripheral.
There really is something here for everyone. Elon made sure of that.
“Kalxor, where are you taking me?” I ask.
My alien captor leads me by my neck in silence. His eyes are coppery red, daunting, and evaluating the room. They seem to tell me he is hiding something.
There is something more to this place than sex.
He clicks his tongue against his teeth, like he is chewing on something thick and meaty, and suddenly, I'm swept away. I feel myself approaching another door. After a long moment, I hear something banging on the other side, fists that pound with an unmatched fury.
Then the door thrusts open. Three beasts tower near a leather sex swing, and I can barely make out another set of leather straps attached to the chains.
And that’s when I realize this isn’t going to be easy. It’s not just fun and games. This is punishment. This is a simulated experience of master and servant, and Elon has nothing to do with it.
I’m not sure he even knows this place exists.
This is their world. The realm of the cyborg. And I’m not sure I like what I see anymore.
Maybe it’s like Elon said. Love finds you in the strangest places.
This is crazy. I shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t have agreed to witness the grim side of the simulation.
No, I shouldn’t have met Kalxor in that hunter’s den. But in here, you can’t change the choices you make. Once you decide to follow, you have to remain calm and enjoy the ride.
The three giants laugh. “Room is all yours,” one growls, throat gurgling with saliva. He carries a woman in his arm, draped like a wilted flower covered in white seed.
Kalxor nods and holds me close as they leave the room.
No one is watching now. I’m completely alone here. The others that spill in the nearby chambers are not real or awake like I am. They’re going off the script, and I have to admit, my fear is really spinning me around.
Once the door is bolted shut, a brief spell of dizziness takes over. Kalxor’s fingers dig into my shoulders. Without warning, he spins me around, slamming me against the wall so hard the air blasts out of my lungs.
Before I can take another breath, his hand smacks my ass and grips down, sinking into flesh.
“Is this what you want?” he growls.
“Fuck,” I groan.
He spanks me again. Harder this time. A flurry of excitement rushes up my stomach, and when I come back down, I actually want more.
“I told you. This place isn’t for the faint of heart,” he says.
I’m scared. Holding back. But I don’t scream for him to stop anymore. I let this happen because deep down, this is not just what I want. This is what I need.
My pussy is wetter than when I first saw him, my body’s natural reaction to getting spanked. I’ve never been treated like this before. I was always afraid to get too dirty with another person, and the aliens that lived in the projects outside of the cities always frightened me.
With men, there is always the fear of heartbreak, but that’s the least they can do to a woman. With him, this autonomous AI machine, there is no risk of going too far.
He was made to please me. It’s a simple fact.
Too far is just right.
I think…
He digs his hand inward, fingers brushing my lips open to hot air. “You don’t believe this world is real,” he says. “Even now, after seeing what they’ve built, you have doubts.”
I catch my breath, chills furrowing up my spine. “You’re right,” I say. “I don’t have the same faith as you. It’s a simulation.”
But when I swallow, my throat closes, and I start to feel a sense of worry take over. What if this place is real? What if Elon was wrong?
He grinds his hips against my ass, impossible not to feel the crown of his cock darting for pleasure.
“Very well,” he replies. “We’ll test your theory, human. On your knees.”
“I can handle you,” I say, staring into his eyes, defying my frantic pulse.
I feel the flesh of my ass start to rise, hot from his hand. He grabs the back of my hair and carefully nudges me down to the floor, controlling my movements.
“I said, on your knees. Open wide and suck my cock, human.”
My heart is rocking like a metronome, pounding the courage right out of me. As my kneecaps hit the concrete, I feel my pussy shake the wetness down my thighs.
Kalxor’s hand plants against the butt of my spine, soothing me back into a perfect arch of submission and servitude. Now, up close and personal with his cock, I see the power he exudes. I feel it.
I want it. All of it. In my mouth, down my throat, inch by inch, until I feel the air rush out of me for good. I want to feel that inescapable hold of immoral excitement, the feeling that can only come from a night of absolute excess.
Timid, I reach up, but my muscles feel so weak. Shaking with heat, I place both hands around his cock. His skin is warm and tight, foreskin barely cloaking the already glistening, throbbing crown.
I kiss his cock, lips dragging across the veiny mass of flesh. It's slightly wet from pre-cum, giving my tongue a more careful exploratory role than would be usual for that area.
I don't rush this.
I trace around the base with the tip of my tongue, forcing a high-pitched moan out as another bead of lubricant falls onto my lips. His cock tenses in the air, thickening in my grasp. Then he pulls back, pushing his shaft into his hand’s grip. His breathing quickens, chest rising like a barrel, and his teeth grind back and forth.
I say something crazy. Something out of the ordinary. Why not?
“You want this throat to gag on you, don’t you?” I ask.
My heart flutters with embarrassment and shame, a guilt that inadvertently causes me to tense up. But when he smiles and strokes his thumb into my mouth, I relax and suck, and I feel a sense of pride and lavish exhilaration.
I’m bad. And I don’t give a fuck anymore.
“You tease me,” he says.
I let go of his thumb and glance at the small puddle forming below me, bashfully biting my lower lip. “I’ve never done this before,” I admit. “Not like this…”
He lowers his head and pets my hair, gently whispering, “I will teach you how to open up.”
His cock is colossal enough to cover my face, and my eyes are closed, tongue wrapped around the tip, lips sucking on it like it’s a warm bottle of milk. He places his hand around my throat as he pushes in
deeper, opening me more than I ever thought possible. He drops his head back, moaning as my cartilage expands like silicone.
The pressure is deep, and it feels wonderful. Focusing on all that I’ve been through, I hold on to those experiences of sadness and turn off the pain for good.
My legs drag across the dirtied concrete, hands rolling and twisting across the now slick and monstrous shaft. Kalxor looks more pleased than ever, so I take it another step further and coat my tongue across his smooth, bull-like balls.
He wastes no time with feeling my tits, fingers lightly pinching and tugging on my erect nipples. He kneels and makes me surrender my mouth to his waiting, moist tongue.
Kalxor's breaths are ragged and shallow, barely resembling that of his anaconda grip over my chin. His chest buckles over me, and my own pulse races against my ribs as his teeth nip my bottom lip.
“My beautiful submissive human. I will breed you, impregnate you, and rid this world of infection forever,” he growls.
He can’t impregnate me. He’s a cyborg.
I’m not scared. I’m eager.
Then he slides his mouth into the crook of my neck, and I can feel his power sinking into me as he sucks a minor bruise into my skin. I feel the tears well up in my eyes as my lips meet his, our tongues colliding like tumultuous waves.
He never takes his eyes off of me. His hands are everywhere. He adores me, heat building between our bodies.
When we first walked through the entrance of this place, I didn’t know how to feel. But his eyes continue to graze my skin in a way that tells me he is concerned for my safety. My mind shudders with both happiness and apprehension.
This may not be real, but it feels good. For once, life feels okay.
My hair is matted with sweat, and my skin is clammy. My throat aches, full of his shaft and salty pre-cum, sensitivities and feelings I’m not so used to.
Giving myself to him isn't a question anymore. I know what I’m doing. I don't fight the taste, and I don't waste any breath in struggle or protest.
He holds my shoulders so that his hard alien cock presses against my soft cleavage, nails digging into the flesh beneath as he holds me steady, upright, but my knees are still in the prayer position.
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