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Journey’s End-part 9

My next day at Journey’s End would prove to be fateful, in that my situation would change dramatically, to shorten my time here….at a cost.
I was brought to the main office once again, in my wheelchair, and my apprehension was great, not knowing or expecting what would happen next to me. The release I had felt in the aphrodisiac testing lab had been tremendous…hot orgiasmic release with communication and caring for a change.
When we arrived at the main conference room I was released from the conveyance chair and stood naked before the five wealthy women who were the absolute power at this facility. These women didn’t seem actually cruel, but displayed a profound absense of sensitivity by letting their underlings do unspeakable things to the inmates.
They were perverted, all of them, this I could tell, but to what extent, or in what direction for each, I could not surmise. Their wealth was compounded by the slavery usage of the male prisoners here, evidently this facility was one of the premier sexual testing cities in the entire world and the exotic drugs produced here commanded huge sums of money from various sources worldwide.
This was a city, have no doubt, I had become aware of the extent of it during my nefarious enslavement here.
Only women could be found in the city surrounding the Journey’s End mega complex. There were shops, markets, botiques, even movie theaters and hair salons, and night clubs. There were also of course, well equiped whorehouses where the men were exploited and used like trash for money while they were being sucked dry of their lifeseed.
Male CPU’s were taken routinely to the different venues and forced to masterbate before oogling women, in special stage areas, amid perverted comments, by horney and decadent women. This provided an entertainment for the steady flow of wealthy, oversexed female customers.
The men here were consumate slaves, and the large numbers of wealthy women who enjoyed their exclusive membership in the Journey’s End community were here to be entertained, sexually, in one fashion or another, by the hapless men while they were being force milked each day.
The five owners sat there looking at me….a piece of meat for them to devour with their eyes, and sexual appetites. They would seem pleasant and concerned with my welfare, but I knew that wasn’t the case. They loved to see their captives here squirm in discomfort as they humiliated them, knowing the men were experiencing indescribable orgastic craving each day, while being completely debased.
I was extremely horny right now, and was beside myself with sexual need, hoping that the very attractive, and exclusively dressed women would allow me to jackoff for them, and quiver in orgasm as I squirted my seed for them to watch. My long pecker stood out rock hard, and my large raw pisshole was inflated so that one could actually see inside. A large hole primed for the constant expulsion of seminal fluid.
“You have done well…”, said the woman in the center, as she looked carefully over her records. “Extremely well in providing Journey’s End with premium seed extract.” The other women were also perusing copies of my records here, the countless hours of jerking uncontrollably in captive ecstasy as my cum was collected by the dedicated staff, the pain, fear, and humiliation, and endless craving for release.
They all looked up at me smiling in their practiced way, and waited for the Chairwoman, and, in fact, the owner to speak. She was the top female here, and called the shots, expecting, and receiving the deference due her. I knew that she was one of the richest women in the world, being worth many billions of dollars.
She looked at my steel hard penis, bobbing uncontrollably up and down, and at my large, low hanging balls. She seemed quite pleased with my genital growth, and cleared her throat.
“You have been chosen, my oversexed friend,” she said smoothly and quietly, “for special duty here, if you so desire. Duty that will shorten your time at our wonderful facility by three months.”
I couldn’t quite grasp her words, but listened very carefully to discover their full portent. I looked at her a bit stunned and quite interested to hear the rest of it. Anything that could shorten my stay here by even a minute seemed impossibly attractive to me.
She looked at my pecker as she spoke…”Please stroke your cock for us while I speak, I want to see how much drainage you are producing at this point.” I looked intently at her eyes, and the eyes of the other women, and forced my foreskin up and back baring my large steel hard glans, and large raw slit. I jerked it in and out and the women looked closely as a few drops of semen began to ooze from my large angry pisshole, and drip onto the large towel laying on the floor beneath me.
The thick white scum dribbled harmlessly onto the fluffy white surface and was absorbed instantly.
“Now, cover your finger with your cum and stick it in this clear liquid,” she said, sliding a small beaker glass before me. I paused, looked sheepishly at them, and stroked a few more times. I rubbed my finger over my large pisshole and the gooey cream dribbled over my finger. I placed a thick mass of it in the clear solution. The fluid immediatedly turned bluish in color, and a thin white residue collected at the top.
They all were quite pleased, and even elated at this, and the gorgeous head matron folded her hands, and paused for effect.
“No one here has ever matched the concentration of our Golden extract group that you have displayed here. I’m afraid that you have become indespensible to us, and we must make you an offer that you, as they say, can’t refuse.” I looked at her dumbly, not knowing exactly what to think.
“I know that you want to make your peter cum and we welcome you to do this in a short time.” She looked deeply into my eyes…We need to put you in our extreme treatment program, where you will be given very special drugs, and used in special ways to, shall I say, strip you of all inner individuality, except for the production of our most treasured elements.”
“You are one of a select few who are capable of giving us precisely what we want, and to do this you must be restrained in our special treatment complex. You have four months remaining on your bondage contract, and this means you could be free in about a month.”
I was so elated that I stroked my enormous prick absent mindedly, and shivered with the possibility of such a turn of events. She then looked seriously at me, and the others changed their countenance also, displaying a strange kind of pity for me, and the ‘treatment’ that I would endure if I chose to participate.
“Once you say yes to this proposal, there is no turning back, and you will be taken immediately to our special lab area to begin your duties. You will be subjected to extreme and sophisticated types of aphrodisiacs, exotic, mind bending, and highly experimental sex drugs, that may have serious, permanent, and unpredictable effects on your body, mind, and sexual libido.”
“You will also receive an additional $400000 at the end of your month, so that your separation pay will be a half million tax free dollars.”
“Also you will receive unique, intensive, psychiatric and drug therapy in the final days before your release to bring you in to a reasonable adjustment when you enter into society again. But I must warn you that you could suffer irreversable changes that you might never be free of. I mean sexual anomolies of an indeterminate nature. You might be living one continuous orgasm, from which you could never escape.”
This development stunned me, but the thought of actually being free from here, and with such an extreme bonus, was just a little more than I could possibly turn down. If I had to stay here another four months I wasn’t sure if I would leave here sane, sexually or otherwise. So in truth, this offer pulled irresistably at me, and I stood there, cum dripping profusely on the towel, as I looked helplessly at them.
She continued, looking at me with that strange perverted stare, as the semen began to run in rivulets onto the thick towel.
“Unfortunately, if you do not chose to agree to our offer, we must assign you to our special torture area, where you will be subjected each day, for the next four months, to painful experimentation by the most sadistic of our extraction staff.”
For better or worse, I knew that the words were going to come from my mouth, and there really was nothing that I could do to stop it. I studdered, and stammered in great conflict, and suddenly blurted out what would bind me once again to some undefined consequence.
“I…I…YES I AGREE TO YOUR OFFER!” I slumped and fondled my balls as I contemplated what I had just done. The women looked sympathetically at me…”You are now in our special program to be released in one month, three months short of your original contract. There can be no changing your mind now.”
They looked at me like the poor fool that I was, and grinned in derision at the opportunity to do to me whatever their sordid hearts desired. She slid an elogated dish to the edge of the surface in front of me, and sat back, enjoying the view. “You may jack off now into this dish, and you must eat your semen when you have finished. We quite enjoy watching you eat your own penis food.”
“You will give us every single particle of your self esteem, and sense of self worth, and must degrade yourself fully in front of us. If you do not do this during your special treatment program, you will be taken to the torture nurses for punishment…is that understood?”
I nodded rapidly, knowing that she was very serious, and two female guards stood behind me with shock devices against my balls, ready to impress me with the need for compete selfless obedience.
I whacked off rapidly, my swollen gonads tight with seminal fluid, and moaned and degraded myself as I neared orgasm. I grunted and jumped as I unloaded my enormous load of viscous slime onto the dish, and they looked closely as my huge semen hole spit large globs of ejaculate all over the dish, and my hand, and onto the counter.
I grunted uncontrollably as I looked at their condescending stares, my flacid jaw quivering in consumate lust and pleasure. As my large peter spit hot scum with a splash into the dish, I experienced a shame that I had not felt for some time. The thick off white paste dribbled from my hand and my pisshole and dripped rapidly into the filling container.
I was shaking now, and they were enjoying every second of it…knowing that they owned me completely, and that they always would in my memories.
I was wobbling as I finished and looked at them momentarily before grabbing the overflowing dish and hoisting it to my lips. There were viscous clumps of thick goo floating in the obscene mess.
I opened widely and poured the salty, swampy semen into my mouth, and looked at them with resigned mortification as I gulped it down. Cum dribbled from my chin as I finished the load to the looks of lust and derision on their faces, and the woman gave me a small towel to wipe my mouth clean afterward.
The top woman looked approvingly at me, and winked at her staff, “You really do have a problem my horny friend, you’ve become quite accomplished with that hand of yours and I must say you have disgusting eating habits.”
They all grinned wickedly and rose to leave. The head matron stopped and spoke again briefly…”You will be brought here every three days for us to analyze your progress, and you will open fully to us with complete humility.”
Prepare yourself for a level of orgiasmic bondage that you couldn’t imagine, and that you may never recover from. There is a torture nurse who knows you well, my friend, her name is Doris, I think you may remember her, and will be ecstatic to see you again if you are not absolutely compliant.”
My blood ran cold as I thought of her words, and the memory of the cruel pain extraction nurse who had caused me such agony…and paradoxically, such ecstatic pleasure. I’d hoped I would never be within reach of her tender mercies again. If this agreement got me out of here in a month, I surmised I would not have to worry about that.
A guard foldled my balls as we left, and hot slime dripped rapidly from my spent dick. The other guard held a towel over the head of my penis to absorb the thick seminal fluid.
I was taken from there to the isolated special treatment area…to begin experimentation the next day.
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We entered a very secluded area, away from the main complex, and I was wheeled into a sleeping room that seemed to be equiped with many kinds of exotic devices, and special toilet facilities.
A very pretty nurse in her mid thirties came in as I was removed from the wheelchair and looked sternly at me while I was attached to my bed. A group of other attractive nurses came in, and they watched me closely as the blond spoke.
She stood over me, arms folded, and looked down at my nude body, and the ever present erection that virtually controlled my life.
“This wing is just for you, and only for you,” she said, “There are no other men here. This is a very special place of usage, and the staff of twenty women are here to degrade you day and night, and to extract large quantities of semen from you under the influence of very powerful aphrodisiac drugs, and as you’ll find, quite humiliating circumstances.”
“You will hang on our every word, you will ejaculate to the extreme when we are milking you, and you will give up all your self esteem and resistance or you will be transferred to the basement dungeon. I think you’ve been there and I don’t believe you want to return.”
“You will not even think about speaking, or expressing discontent, or lack of cooperation. You will not attempt to communicate with anyone here unless told to do so. You are a semen machine, and a guinea pig, and you will act accordingly at all times. A nurse brought a stainless steel hand tray over with an air compression hypodermic on it and the blond took it and examined it briefly.
“Turn over on your side,” she said, sharply, “and don’t move.” She lowered the air gun down and pressed it into my hip. I felt a sharp pain as she pressed the trigger, and a quantity of liquid was injected under my skin.
“This is the precursor combo,” she said to the other nurses, from this point on he’s going to be in a constant state of sexual mania, and we will add our test drugs each day and milk him until he is completely irrefractable. He’ll be drinking a gallon of hyper supplement each day, in addition to his meals, and will receive deep arousal hypnosis each morning.”
“We expect him to produce the primary elements in quantities quite beyond what we’ve ever seen before here. He is to be released in one month and that is our time mandate.”
They all stared in curiousity at me, and a video camera was being operated near the bed as they witnessed my transformation. I felt a deep warmth in my groin area, and a sudden rush of tingling in my scrotum and anus. A wave of spasmotic hot flashes rushed from my dick to my balls and into my anal area, and I gasped outloud in pleasure as the wall of ecstasy hit me.
I began breathing heavily, and my penis stiffened to full erection, and my huge balls filled once again with their nasty liquid, though I had just emptied out in front of the owners. My hips began to pump involuntarily with a fucking spasm, and I looked dumbfounded at the attractive nurses as I shook with lust.
My cock began to drain profusely, and semen oozed out as I groaned in pleasure. My hands were bound to the head of the bed and my feet secured below, so that I squirmed in wanton sexual pleasure, unable to satisfy it.
The nurses were making amazed comments about what was happening, and the blond quickly forced an electric sucking device over my expanding penis and began to milk me expertly, sliding the powerful fellatio instrument up and down as she massaged my swollen balls.
I was gasping in pleasure now, grunting in unspeakable libidinal insanity as she worked the merciless blowjob module. I could not hold for even a short time and screamed out loud as I pumped my hips violently up and down against the electric jackoff milker, and sprayed more thick gushes of white semen into the receiver compartment.
My balls knotted up into tight jerking clumps of raw testicular meat, as I continued to ejaculate even when I was completely dry. I couldn’t stop and pumped my tender penis in and out of the evil device as she continued to force it up and down.
I was screaming in pain now, the orgasm was ripping my raw nuts apart, and still I couldn’t stop the agonizing spasm of my scorched balls.
Finally she eased off and stopped and I was lying there with tears in my eyes, still moving my hips to the rythmn of the nasty cum extractor.
The glass enclosement was full of frothy white semen now, and she sloshed it around for everyone to see, quite pleased with my output. My testes and dick were on fire, and she gave me an injection with another air device, and I fell into a deep sleep that would last for many hours.
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I was allowed to sleep for quite some time, and when I awoke my genitals felt morbidly swollen, though the drugs had removed most of the pain.
Two very pretty nurses came in and sat on the bed. They carried with them a quart container with a feeding nozzle at the end, and the cute petite one shoved it into my mouth and ordered me to drink the fluid down. I responded immediately, and took a mouthful of the thick, high nutrient cream. It was quite sweet and I drank deeply and emptied the bottle within a short time.
These two showed no sign of emotion, but went about their job quickly and efficiently. I felt another surge of sexual lust engulf me, and my spent pecker drained freely into the absorbant towel wrapped around it.
She handed the bottle to the other nurse and turned around and put her perfect ass next to my face. She rubbed her well formed posterior all over my mouth and turned back around. “You like that don’t you?”, she whispered.”
I looked at the wall terrified of expressing my self illegally to her. “Of course you do,” she sniffed, as she put her face next to mine, “and I think my superiors wouldn’t mind a bit if I gave you a taste of what’s back there, in due time, of course.”
They both left and two other nurses came in and took me to the toilet stool to take care of my needs. The thick nutrient supplement apparently contained a laxative of some kind, and I emptied out completely as they watched my progress.
They made sure that I cleaned myself well with the water bidet and the nurses then placed me, still handcuffed, in my mobile transport chair. I was always nude, and could not remember exactly how it felt to have clothing on my body.
I was wheeled down the hallway to what appeared to be another cubicle similar to the one I had experienced before here at Journey’s End, and strapped into the special seating assembly, legs spread wide apart and pulled back, and hands secured behind.
There was a wide wrapping window up above the seat where observers could view everything going on. A very cute dark haired nurse came in and sat beside me, gently stoking my erect cock. She grabbed my balls, one with each hand, and expertly pulled down on them, kneading them gently, causing my huge nuts to roll around between her fingers.
She didn’t wear latex gloves and her fingernails were cut short to facilitate her work. She looked closely at me as she juggled my swollen balls in her hands. “You’re going to meet a large number of cocksuckers here during the next month.”
She pinched the base of my penis and made the head bulge out again dripping fluid. She sat slightly in front of me looking deeply into my eyes. “Our nurses are going to suck your cock until you ejaculate and then they’re going to spit your semen into these sealed containers.”
“They’re going to do it once each day for the next twenty seven days. I want you to get into each blowjob completely, I want you horny and cooperative, and I expect large amounts of semen from you.” “I know you like cocksuckers, and I expect you to prove it to me during each blowjob.”
I stared at her, completely compliant, and showed no sign of emotion as she milked out a few drops of cum from my pisshole. “Personally I think cocksuckers are filthy,” she grinned slightly, “and I’ll bet you do too. That’s what I want.” She released my privates and wiped her hand with a nearby towel.
She pushed a button and soon another very pretty dark headed nurse came in. Her tight nurse’s uniform accentuated her fine ass, and she sat in the seat opposite the other nurse.
They didn’t look at each other as she pulled up her skirt and spread her creamy white legs. She took a vibrator from a holder nearby and turned it on. The device sprang to life in her hand and she smeared a lubricant on it and slid it down between her legs.
The ‘suck’ nurse was very pretty and was breathing in short gasps as she slid the dildo up her hairy cunt. She looked at me, her face close to mine, and whispered seductively. “I’m a real good cocksucker, so just sit there and enjoy a good blowjob.” She sucked and licked my nose for a moment running her tongue around it, her eyes next to mine, and then slid her hand down my dick and held my balls in her hand.
She flipped my hard dong as she looked at it eagerly, and her tongue ran around her bright red lips, in anticipation. At the same time the top staff at Journey’s End came into the observation area and sat down, looking carefully me.
The head matron looked at me with great interest, her manner that of a scientist watching an interesting experiment.
The suck nurse lowered her head down to the tip of my cock and rubbed my glans all over her mouth. My thick cum coated her lips and a drop of fluid ran down her chin.
She began to lap at my dick, darting her skilled tongue all over it, from the base to the tip. She licked ever faster, licking every inch of my bobbing prick. I could hear her slurping as her long tongue flipped my penis back and forth, and soon the cream splattered out and ran down the side of my penis.
She ate it off and went down to my large balls and began to lick them all over. She cleaned my nuts thoroughly as she turned them over in her fingers, and then sucked my balls, one at a time, turning them over in her mouth. My legs were pulled widely back, opening my anus to her, and her relentless tongue found my hairy butthole and began to swirl around rapidly.
She spread my asshole open with her fingers and I jerked wildly as her tongue slid all the way inside.
Just then the cubicle nurse opened a small drawer and pulled out an air hypodermic gun. She swabbed with an alcohol patch and held the device against my right arm as she pulled the trigger, shooting an experimental aphrodisiac under my skin.
The sharp pain made me jerk, and as the suck nurse forced her tongue in and out of my open anus, I felt an obscene explosion hit my psyche, and I screamed in ecstasy as my whole body quivered with indescribable lust.
The thought of the beautiful nurse with her tongue up my ass made me spasm with incredible intensity, and I moaned loudly as I looked up at the head matron’s sly, grinning face in the observer area.
I had just taken a bowel movement not long before, and though I had cleaned myself thoroughly in view of two nurses, I’m sure there was still a noticable residue present in my ass. The thought of that gorgeous, perfumed nurse licking inside my asshole was extremely erotic, and I pulled violently against the thick straps, straining in pleasure.
Within a few moments of the powerful injection the suck nurse shoved her pretty face down over my erect cock, and it slid into her mouth smoothly as her lapping tongue sucked it in.
I was in a world of extreme sexual arousal now, panting heavily and pumping my hips up and down in desperation. Never, never had I experienced such an insanely horny feeling. I know I would have shot off right there ordinarily, but I suspected that there was some drug contained in the injection that prevented me from doing so.
The wonderfully pretty cocksucker began to fellate me expertly, her crimson lips leaving a telltale smear of lipstick on the skin of my dick. I looked down at her bobbing head, and my eyes rolled back as the head matron shifted in her seat, watching me closely.
The suck nurse went into a frenzy, her tight lips encasing my rock hard penis, and she forced her head down powerfully, ramming my long pecker deep into her throat.
She was fucking her mouth with my enormous peter, and the gagging and slurping sounds became quite noticable. She squeezed my balls tightly as she sucked me off, and then looked up at me as I gazed at her, my vision blurred from the physical upheaval taking place in my genital area.
As I looked into her eyes she moved her head up and down rapidly, and I absolutely couldn’t drop my load in her mouth. Try as I might, my severely aroused pecker could not spit it’s mess into her wonderful gullet.
I screamed in pleasure and frustration as her horribly nasty blowjob pushed me, and I would have given anything to spray her tonsils with my wad.
My balls were becoming quite swollen by now, and the pain was becoming unbearable. She sucked faster and faster now, jacking me off in her mouth, and as I jerked uncontrollably she increased her efforts.
When I had reached the point where my balls would surely rip open from the pressure, I felt an explosion in my mind, the part of me where my most obscene substance resided, and I felt a sense of panic as a strange feeling began to grip my body and psyche.
A primordial orgasm began to rush toward me, an orgasm that frightened me greatly now, and as the beautiful woman continued her sucking I could detect a sadistic glint in her eyes, a knowing look of what was to come.
The orgasm came on me suddenly, wave after wave of infinite pleasure, it rolled in from all areas of my body, down to my tortured prick and balls, and I screamed loudly as the first ejaculation was expelled from my tender penis. I looked at her eyes as the first wad splattered into her mouth, and the frothy scuz began to rush out from her lips, and down my pecker, to my pubic hairs below.
She took it all in, her eyes opening widely, and her cheeks bulged out drastically as she collected the nameless paste in her gullet.
When she had accumulated her limit she quickly spit into the open container held by the cubicle nurse, and she quickly put her mouth over my meat again to gather more hot semen.
I grunted and screamed incoherently as I expelled every single drop of my seed into her wonderful mouth, and she continued spitting the mess into the container.
The waves of ecstasy began to lessen, and I quivered haphazardly as my last drops of fluid were sucked out, and I looked at her beautiful eyes as she spit her last quantity of salty slime into the wide brimed container.
She pulled upward, and licked her lips asleftover drops of cum dripped from her face, and she swallowed what was left, licking around her mouth in that nasty way she had about her.
She smiled as she wiped her face off, removing the disgusting mess accumulated there, and the cubicle nurse sealed the container and placed it in a refrigeration unit.
The amused cubicle nurse leaned in front of me again, smiling broadly. “Good fucking blowjob, huh!” “I told you we have some exceptional cocksuckers here”
The suck nurse ate my pisshole again and swallowed the fluid, then left the small room. Her magnificent ass pushing against the white uniform as she walked.
The cubicle nurse gently rubbed my pecker and balls. “You need some sleep now stud, a good nights sleep.”
The owners were leaving now, talking among themselves, and the head matron looked at me with that sadistic expression of hers, knowing that this was only a sample, and that my ‘treatment’ had just begun.
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I was taken from the ‘hot seat’, strapped to the wheelchair, and taken back to my room and allowed to rest for several hours in my bed. I drifted off easily, still quivering in lust at the memory of the disgusting blowjob I had received from the gorgeous suck nurse.
Later nurses came and released me from the bed and allowed me to shit and shower. There were always female guards with shock prods nearby, and I was always, without fail, restrained in one way or the other.
Then they fastened me into the mobile chair again and I was whisked down the hallway and out to a driveway where a large golfcart waited. It was night time, and the cool air chilled my naked body. I was shocked and puzzled but showed no sign of emotion as I was strapped into the cart with two nurses and a guard, and transported out into the huge inner mall area.
There were only women here, walking around singly and in groups, surrounded by brightly lit shops and nightclubs, and they laughed and pointed at me as I bumped up and down moving through the streets. We traveled for about ten minutes and came to a large bar, and the three attendants who were with me pulled me out and walked me into the noisy tavern.
The place was busy and loud music came from the sound system, as the large group of partying women milled around and watched the various male milking shows going on.
I had a dog leash attached to my neck and my hands were bound behind with thick straps. We walked through the place as the women gawked and yelled, and my very large pecker stood out fully erect again, and drops of semen fell to the floor, lost on the gritty surface, and was soon smeared in by the large crowd of inebriated women.
There was the smell of pot, liquor, and every kind of drug imaginable was available to the guests. I was literally nothing but a piece of meat here, and was subjected to every kind of insult and obscene slur possible.
I was in extreme sexual arousal now, as I had been since yesterday, and I shook with lust as I was led to a small milking stage in the center of the nightclub. This was evidently the primary showspot, and the circular, rotating stage was surrouded by hundreds of leering women, waiting for their entertainment to begin.
Bright lights shined onto the stage, but I was able to see every face peering at me, somehow they had designed it so that I was totally and completely exposed to the women around me, with no possibility of hiding any part of my naked body or what I would be doing.
They forced me to my knees and secured me to the stage floor. One of the nurses took out a small container and pulled out a large wafer.
She shoved it in my mouth as the other nurse pulled down firmly on my hanging dong and balls. She stretched and pinched my long cock until it flipped around and bobbed up and down, splattering cum on the varnished stage floor.
The wafer was sweet, and had a distinct mint flavor, and it’s effect was immediate and earthshaking. The wall of pleasure hit me, and my eyes rolled back in ecstasy, looking wildly at the screaming, clapping women.
The nurse bent down and grinned at me…”This is one high you won’t forget,” she winked,””a special blend designed to make you want something in your mouth.” She stood and held my hair with one hand and shoved her finger between my lips with the other.
I was so horny now that I was grunting in frustration, my tongue wetting down her finger and I squirmed in delight as she pulled it out and wiped it on her white skirt.
I was moaning in closely spaced grunts, and I was panting in supreme pleasure as my painfully erect pecker jerked up and down depositing more dickwad on the stage. A mounted suck device was brought up and secured beneath my penis. It stood on a small tripod fastened to the floor.
The nurse quickly slid it up my long inflamed prick, and soon it gripped the base of my weiner causing it to become even harder. My glans was like hard plastic as it rested in the merciless extraction device and I looked through glazed eyes at the yelling, cheering women.
A large crowd had gathered now, and soon, from behind me, I heard footsteps on the stage, and another male CPU was brought in front of me. He stood in front of me and his penis was enormous. It dripped a thick cream to the floor, and bounced up and down uncontrollably.
The male prisoner was also in a state of extreme arousal, and the nurses pushed him into position with his huge glans near my mouth. I went berserk with lust then, in a hypotic state of forced need, and I licked my lips as the crowd went wild, chanting ‘suck it’, ‘suck it’!
The craze male slave grabbed my head roughly and forced his large prick into my mouth. I opened wide with an obscene need, and as the women booed and cheered, he began to fuck my mouth, pushing ever harder as his draining meat slid to the opening of my throat.
I could see the large crowd of leering women laughing at me as they called me every filthy name possible, and as the long dick slid into my throat I gagged uncontrollably, and was finally able to breath again as the hot, insistant dong fucked my inner esophagus.
I was so hot I whined loudly in pleasure, groaning and squealing like a pig as my nose was pushed into pubic hair and my chin rubbed large balls. My mouth was stretched to the absolute limit as it was unceremoniously fucked, the unstoppable lust of the deprived and drugged CPU being vented at my total expense.
The suction device was turned on and my balls were pulled and fingered by the other nurse as the blowjob tool slid up and down my captured pecker. She rolled my swollen nuts around in her fingers and soon I was engulfed in an earth shattering and mind bending orgasm that began slowly, and began to build into a terrifying evacuation of my high pressure seminal load.
I was mortified beyond words as the raunchy women cheered and degraded me, but was totally helpless as the forced fellatio came to a conclusion. I felt a large spurt of seminal fluid shoot into my throat, and I gagged and struggled as the disgusting liquid flowed down into my stomach and bubbled out uncontrolably around my lips.
As I pumped my hips insanely, a very large gusher of white ejaculate squirted from around my tight lips, and sprayed the stage floor beneath my face. The nurse was slapping my ass and yelling for me to eat it all, and terrified of the consequences of disobedience I gulped and gagged and swallowed mass after mass of the swampy, tangy semen.
As every drop of cum was forced from my enormous testicles, I gulped in shame and looked at the decadent spectators enjoying my humiliation. After a full five minutes the flow into my mouth, and out of my dick began to wane, and soon the thick swampy pecker fell from my gullet and a long gusher of saliva and scum poured onto the stage floor.
Several video cameras had captured all of this activity and duplicate videos would be sold to any of the crowd of lusting women who desired one. The container of foamy sperm seed from the suction device was removed and sealed in a cooling container.
The other CPU was removed and as I kneeled there in absolute degradation, they removed my bonds and pulled me up for transport back to my complex area. A dog leash had been attached to my neck all during the ordeal, which had aggravated the feelings of mortification, and there was nothing left of my self esteem but the constant and insane craving for the next orgasm. I was unceremoniously led out of the bar, dragged by the leash as the partiers cheered with sadistic gratification.
Tomorrow would begin the third day of my ‘special treatment’, leaving only twenty five days to go until I was freed. I pounded my mind with this fact, and that I would indeed recover from all this. The $500000 tax free dollars would help me see to that.
I didn’t believe I would ever be able to have normal sex again, and suspected that I would experience constant wet dreams and even uncontrolled public ejaculation, but I knew that time can be incredibly healing. No matter how bad the ordeal, there is always healing with time. Much of that would depend on me.
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Once back in my room and shackled in, I feel into a deep sleep, which would bring me back into balance again, and heal my tortured mind and sexual apparatus.
Frankly I looked forward to the next session in the nurse suck cubicle…it felt much, much better to recieve it from a pretty nurse, than the disgusting reality of being forced to give it.
There was nothing I could do but cooperate and enjoy what I could. After my supplement drink, and as I fell into deep rest, I could actually feel the sperm laden fluid filling my enormous balls again.

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Jodi’s Story Part 6

We finally get the guys together at the ranch. Jodi has several scenarios in mind. All of us do a great job of helping her live them out. One of our most ambitious weekends of sexual exploitation.

Making of a MILF, Mary

My name is Mary, and I am the mother of two twin teenage boys, Aiden and Chris. There is that point when teenage boys discover the delight of masturbating. I would like to think that many moms have the same ‘fear’ of walking in on their teenage son(s) in the act.

Girls that want to be sex slaves

This is basically a story about two young women I have met on line, both of These women have very strong desires to become sex slaves and both have their reasons for doing so! They have decided to come to me for a visit and to stay for approximately a week so that they can be used as sex slaves in a controlled environment. The reason they have came to me is because I have all the connections and people that can make any and all of their desires and imagination along with several unknown situations really happen!

Needs

This is inspired by other stories I read. I am exploring my creativity and hope to be able to post more.

Jack the Ripper: The Awakening

(Dedicated to “Awelcomedhunger) Jack the Ripper, the most infamous serial killer of all time reawakens in the modern age. Anger and revenge in her heart. He learns about the new age and begins to stalk the streets of London once again.

Reluctant Assassin Pt. 6

I watched the whole scene take place before my eyes. I hid out of the way, avoiding attention. Hitch had called Hacku ‘royal’, and he hadn’t liked it one bit. Why was that? Now Hitch was brutally shoving Hacku out of the room. I knew that he’d take him straight to the interrogation arena, but there was no interrogation taking place today. The look in Hacku’s eyes as he was stripped of weapons was pitiful. It was a look devoid of hope. I could tell how much he hated beatings, and this could possibly be the worst battering he’d ever take. Hitch was absolutely furious. But most of all, he was upset, and that was worse than any anger. I followed Hitch and the Commander to the interrogation arena and watched while Hitch made Hacku get down on his knees near the chain-loop in the centre of the raised platform. Ayanami was guided in by two highly talented men who did have a bit of magic on their side, and made to sit on one of the seats surrounding the platform. He was behaving well, but he looked bored, which could cause him to do something. Hitch brutally chained Hacku there and then, with carefully controlled fury managed to walk away without battering him there and then. He walked past us and said as he passed, “I’m not leaving Bess there to turn cold. I have my priorities straight and Bess is at the top of my list, sir.”
She looked peaceful. Beautiful, laid on her bed. It was as if she wasn’t dead. Sergeant Hitch was silently crying, tears rolling down his cheeks unkempt. For some reason, I had no tears to shed. Hitch gathered himself up and muttered some prayer to the Gods, then he turned to Commander Trent. Are you ready? His eyes said. Trent nodded silently.
When we went back to the interrogation arena, Hacku didn’t seem to have moved at all. It was 7 hours. The guards on duty there with spears looked to us when we entered. One came over to Trent, “He hasn’t moved at all. Literally.” He said nervously, shifting his gaze to the almost angelic-looking Vincent knelt on the platform, looking at the floor. Hitch seemed to have readopted his anger and fury, for he growled under his breath and strode up the stairs to Hacku. He stopped abruptly. Hacku’s gaze didn’t even falter. I think that his passiveness pissed the Sergeant right off, for he savagely kicked Hacku in the face and watched with satisfaction as he fell over sideways and spat out a couple of teeth with a great globule of blood. Hacku was in agony but he didn’t care. Didn’t block any of the Sergeant’s relentless attacks. The worst thing was that Hacku knew he couldn’t be beaten to death as a semper, and yet he still let this monster to it. In a period of seconds Hacku was flat out on the floor and his instincts began to kick in. He feebly tried to drag his broken body away from the onslaught, leaving a scuffed trail of blood, but he reached the boundary of his bonds, and could escape no further.
I looked across to Ayanami. Even that sadistic bastard had averted his eyes unhappily. He looked ill. As the beating continued Hitch seemed to become bored of steel capped boots and fists. He sent one of the men from his unit to bring a light weight blunt cudgel and a horse whip. In the meantime he used his dagger to remove Hacku’s already blood-stained jacket. I’d heard about how a semper’s body could heal itself, but I’d also heard about how if the body was placed under constant stress the body could not utilise its abilities and the injuries therefore built up until the body reached its stress limit. When this happened in the case of a normal human they would die. When this happened with a semper, their mental stability changed dramatically and the mind would function differently, which was different in the case of the individual. Hacku’s body under that jacket was almost completely black and blue. Blood trickled down his bare chest and back where his skin had yielded to Hitch’s brutality and pooled on the floor. Hitch tossed the jacket to the side and then waited for the soldier, giving himself a rest. Hacku forced himself back up to his knees from his position on the floor. He was shaking with the effort, and I could see his state of mind was shifting in his eyes. He should be dead now. He cringed suddenly at some pain that passed through him and he folded over his stomach. A convulsion passed through his body as he tried to stifle a cough, but the violence of it caused it to escape anyway and a crimson shower sprayed from his mouth, spattering the floor. He then coughed freely, a huge amount of blood, only to gag and actually throw up more blood. I watched in horror. Sempers aren’t supposed to be able to throw up- they didn’t eat. That meant his stomach was bleeding internally. Seeing what he had managed to do, his eyes widened and he dragged himself back from the mess as far as he could, panting. Hitch wasn’t concerned. He retrieved his new instruments from the soldier and returned to Hacku.
The world was blurred. I couldn’t see. Blow after blow came and my life went ever darker. I deserved it. I killed her. Just like I’d killed Lord Reignold and Keira and so many others before them. My mind wasn’t working properly. That meant I’d gone into extreme stress I guessed. It had only happened once before and that time… I don’t know. Everything was fuzzy. A sharp sting went up my back accompanied by an ear-piercing smack that caused me to jump suddenly. I shook my head to clear my vision and swung around to look up at Hitch who was brandishing a horse whip. Oh.
“Why don’t you fight back, you selfish murderer?” Hitch screamed passionately into Hacku’s face. Hacku didn’t even seem to understand what was going on around him. His eyes focused out, then fixed on Hitch inches from his face. He went cross-eyed then looked through him again. Hitch beat Hacku a few more times then grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to sit up. “You’re a pathetic human being.” He said almost defeatedly into Hacku’s dead eyes. “Pathetic.” He repeated.
Suddenly, Hacku seemed to surface into marginal sanity for a moment. His eyes were clear and sad as he spread his hands helplessly and spoke for the first time in the marathon beating, “Anything remotely human within my soul has abandoned me.” He said softly, then slipped into the abyss again.
Everyone was stunned into silence.
I went back to my room, sickened before the end of Hacku’s beating. Ayanami was still in there with the guards. I went to my room and laid on my bed. It was late, and before I knew it I was asleep, dreaming nightmares of Hacku’s world and life.
The next morning I awoke feeling no better than I had before sleeping. I had developed a bad habit of drinking in mornings, no thanks to the flask of brandy no-one other than Commander Trent gave me for my 17th, and so I had a good long draught before going down to the prison to check on Ayanami and Hacku. The prison had improved since we took it over from Ayanami, but down in the bowels of the prison building it wasn’t so clean. This was where Hacku had spent most of his early life with Ayanami, and I had spent some time myself. It was dark except for four torches lighting the room slightly, casting a red-yellow glow on the barred walls and damp stonework. In the first cell opposite the corridor was Ayanami, chained by a metal collar and shackles on his wrists. He was sat in the corner glaring across at me, his eye black pits and a beaten face.
He coughed, and then said grungily, “Why do you always thin my blood? It isn’t fair.” Apparently, the drug he’d been administered to thin his blood and make him easier to beat made him delirious too.
Behind me, I heard Hacku coughing, a great hacking cough that made me worried he was going to cough his own guts up. Hacku was lying on his side on the floor in the cell opposite Ayanami, having obviously given up long ago. He’d come back into sanity, for when he saw me he forced himself to sit up, though he slumped over forwards and still grimaced with the pain it caused. He opened his mouth to speak and then instead waved his hand in a ‘hi’.
“I… You… Look. I’m so sorry. You killed Lady Bess. I can’t help you.” I stuttered, forcing myself to see him as a killer rather than an old master at arms.
“I know,” Hacku squeaked through a dry throat. “Can I… can I ask you one thing?”
“You may.”
“Make them give me a quick death.”
“I’ll do what I can. I will, but I can’t promise anything. You’re a serial killer of peasants, of lords, of ladies, and of kings. The trial will be harsh.”
The next day, guards came for me in my cell and dragged me to my feet. They were dressed ceremoniously, wearing gold engraved armour with violet plumed helmets and sapphires studding the Hacku sigil of a plain broadsword. I’d had it that way to show my like for simplicity and the fact that my life was devoted to the way of the sword. Lady Bess Reignold had decided to try and honour me with my own guards, instead, it brought stab of pain to my heart. Out of respect to my own soldiers, I walked between the two guards at my sides and three infront and behind without being difficult across my old fortress and to the meeting hall.
Inside, everyone was already seated. When I entered all heads turned to me, and I hung my head in embarrassment and depression at seeing so many familiar faces. At the head of the hall, the panel of judges was made up of the Five Hands of Justice- the most famous and supposedly fair judges known, the High Judge Heiraki, and his majesty the King.
The witnesses and evidence-givers were many, but included Chancellor Durzo, Bess, Jay, Hitch, the king’s right-hand man, and astonishingly, Ayanami. Ayanami looked totally defeated like I had never seen him before. He sat between two guards, in chains, shirtless, shivering, and his head lolling forwards onto his chest at times.
I was pushed forwards down the central aisle past old friends, enemies and accomplices, to a desk in front of the judging panel. There, I was chained to the floor, and seated between two of my old guards who kept their hands on their swords at all times. Then, the formal speeches of swearing to speak the truth took place. As Durzo spoke it, his eyes glittered with sorrow, but I knew he would hold no details back. He would delve deep into my painful past and feed it to all these people. My heart sank and I looked at the floor to avoid my eyes betraying myself. When it came to Ayanami, he forced himself to sit up tall, and he spoke it quickly before sagging back forwards against the table, coughing and shaking. I think it was only I who saw the guards threaten Ayanami with a syringe to the spine to make him speak the words.
“Late General Vincent Frau Hacku, is this you?” Heiraki said regally.
“It is, Your Honour,” I replied softly, still looking at the floor.
“You have been brought here today to face trial for the supposedly numerous atrocities you have committed over your life time of 769 years as a semper, three of those years spent working with Late General Master Fritz Ayanami….”
“For. Working for. I had no choice.” I cut in, devastated.
“Working with Late General Master Fritz Ayanami…..”
“Your Honour! I…. you….” I stopped, suddenly too tired to say anything about my slave status, and sank back into my seat without paying attention to the two knives at my chest.
“…as a slave, against your will,” the judge finished. “I have a list here of your crimes. The list is somewhat extensive but I must read it out. Genocide. Assassination. Murder. Man slaughter. Theft. Taking drugs. Refusing to act accordingly as a slave. Avoiding duties as a member of a royal family…” The list went on, until I had to bury my face in my hands. “Vincent Frau Hacku, what say you to these accusations?”
“Guilty.”
“To which crime do you refer?”
“All of them. Fucking every single one. Put me in front of a firing squad and get it over with,” I said bitterly. “I know about your murder squad who carry the rarest gun weaponry on the planet, remember? I used to work with them.”
“We wish to carry out a fair trial to find the truth of your past, Hacku.”
I stood abruptly, my eyes flashing murder, and surged forwards before the two guards could stop me, hopping over the oak table I had been sat at. I forgot entirely about the chains holding me back and ended up stood with my hands chained behind me under the table, and my body on the other side where I was completely unable to defend myself against anyone and anything. In defence, the king’s guards had stood and drawn concealed rifles, and were now pointing them at my head.
“Fucking do it!” I yelled at them, trying to free myself from the chains that bound me back against the table that dug painfully into my lower back. “Shoot me you bastards!”
The king stood without a word and came around his table. He came right up to my face and looked me right in the eye. He had been my friend once, King Davin, but times had moved on. I felt terrible doing it, but I wanted to provoke something, so I fell silent, and spat right into his face.
The whole room gasped, and the guns were double-loaded.
The king closed his eyes, and wiped my bloodied spittle from his face. He looked me back in the eye flatly, and open-handedly struck me across the cheek. The numerous rings on his fingers scraped and cut my cheek, and my head snapped sideways. Blood ran down my throbbing cheek. I didn’t bother righting myself. I didn’t care. I stayed slumped sideways against my desk and refused to look King Davin in the eye again.
He grabbed me by the chin and forced me to at him. The silence in the trial room became stifling. “Is death what you choose?” he said clearly.
“Yes, my liege.” I replied, trembling and looking at the floor.
“It is what you wish for?”
“More than anything.”
The king looked down on me, frowning. He sighed. “Then you shall not die. Continue with the trial, but Hacku will not be facing the Squad.” The world came crashing down around me, and the outcry that followed became merely a background whisper beneath the roaring in my ears. I couldn’t speak, not even when Davin unchained me and gently led me back to my seat. He left me unchained.
“No…” I whispered inaudibly into my hands. “No. I can’t live. I… I’ll…”
“You won’t be doing anything, Vince. You work for General Kai now. He’s taking over from Ayanami, and a good, strong man. He’s a semper, too, of 122 years…”
“Pah. Nothing,” I interrupted furiously.
“General Kai, stand if you will.” King Davin ordered into the crowd. The room fell quiet and all heads turned to the back of the room to seek the general who would be my master. A man who had been sat in the back corner stood, and came forwards, his boot heels clicking on the cold stone floor. By the looks of things, he became a semper at about 30. Yet again I looked young and incompetent. He had a light smattering of course black stubble on his chin and his lower-back length raven black hair was bound back in a loose ponytail by a gold band. He had a very handsome, rugged look about him, and his soft brown eyes enhanced this. He wore a white shirt with his emblem embroidered on the shoulder tabs tucked into dark red breeches and brown knee-boots. Around his waist was a brown leather belt from which hung a gold-hilted sword of an honoured military figure, much like mine. To my surprise, he also had twin flintlock pistols in holsters on his lower back. Hmmph. Foreign royalty, no doubt. His shirt was mainly unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows which showed off his extensive symbolic Chivvian tattooing that covered the whole of his chest, arms and hands. Around his wrist he wore the popular Chivvian symbol of the dragon wrought in brass, hanging from a brown leather thong. His nails were painted black.
He came to the front of the room and silently bowed to King Davin. Then he turned to me. I stayed seated and did not bother bowing to the man. He continued to look down on me and finally said, ‘Stand, Hacku,” in the cold disconnected voice of a command. I stood and squared up to him without saying a word, testing his authority. Not breaking eye contact with General Kai, I said to Davin, “This is the best you can get?”
Kai pushed himself closer against me and growled quietly. “I am the best he’s ever had,” he said.
I put my hand against his chest and pushed him back violently. He didn’t even stagger. “You forget who you’re talking to, motherfucker,” I hissed, my pride wounded.
“I never forget, Captain Hacku.”
“King Davin, my liege, with all due respect, I do not feel this Kai is fit to be a leader of men. Generals are not–”
“May I interject, General Hacku, and say that this is coming from an alcoholic genocidal maniac?”
That stung.
“Fucking royal scum!” I spat, unsure what to say. He was entirely right.
“Don’t forget your royal lineage, Prince Correalii.” He said with an entirely straight face. A collective gasp spread throughout the entire room. Yes, the legendary prince who murdered his entire people. Well done everyone.
I stopped and cringed. Oh, the power in the naming of names. I sat down and looked up at Davin who was stood infront of me and to my right. “Well, I suppose I’m doomed to a life of misery, Dav,” I said, using his old nickname. “How long do you think you’ll be able to keep me out of trouble this time?”
“For as long as I can keep you alive, I hope. And just to let you know, all your monetary reserves now belong to the royal treasury so you won’t go spending them…. on your demise. You’re far too good an asset for us to lose.”
Damn.
“You’re not considering me. After over 350 years of service to your goddamn kingdom. Not that you’d know. You’ve only been on the throne for forty or so, right? I have served your ancestors for almost half my life. And this is the thanks I get. I’m old, my liege. So old. Why do you insist on doing this to me? Forcing me to live. I sickened of life long ago. I…. surely you can’t deny me something that I’ve been denied for 700 years? I have a right to die, and after everything- every shitty thing I’ve been through, I want to go. Please.” I begged passionately, exhausted.
King Davin looked down at me dispassionately, and then turned away to return to his seat. “I can’t bear this man any more. Judge Heiraki, do you agree to my decision of keeping Hacku on? I feel he will prove useful in times of need- we all now know about his powers since his…. past and discrepancies…. and I think he will prove an adequate challenge to General Kai, and in some respects a teacher, if he is willing to accept his subordinate’s advice.”
Heiraku said, “I do agree very strongly. Decision accepted.”
“Then leave. General Kai, you are free to take control of these premises, Vincent Frau Hacku, his possessions, and carry on as the Lord and Keeper of this realm.” The King said, standing and making the customary speech with a few bits added in.
“My liege.” Kai said, bowing deeply in a long sweep and then turning to me, his crystalline eyes fixing on me. “Let’s go, Captain.”
I stood and limped down the central aisle behind my master, my body still broken from the numerous beatings of late. Outside in the courtyard a mixture of mine, Ayanami’s, and now a smattering of Kai’s soldiers got on with their daily business about the fortress grimly in the heavy rain that pounded the keep. At the centre of the main yard Kai stopped and spoke with one of my ex-soldiers. A lieutenant now, by the looks of things. He deserved it.
“Lieutenant, I think you know this man. He’s to stay in the main bunker with the other men, bunk 1370. Take him to his bunk. His uniform is there. Captain I want you to come to my office for briefing as soon as you’re acquainted.”
“Sir,” I said with a casual salute.
The walk to the bunker was tense, walking with an ex-subordinate who used to look up to you as a general and leader. The bunkers were busy at this time and crowded with men playing cards, sleeping, reading, looking after weaponry etc. I’d spent a lot of time with my men in these bunkers during peace times. It was weird to be back as a low-ranking soldier myself. All heads turned to me as I entered. Primarily my men, I saw, with about 40% Ayanami’s and a few of Kai’s Chivvians. I bowed my head and tried to avoid eye contact with anyone. My guide led me to my bunk and left me there without another word. I suddenly became self-conscious as it slowly dawned on me that in order to change out of my old, tattered and stained clothes and into my uniform I would have to strip down in front of everyone. I removed my old shirt and looked at my dirty, thin, bruised, scarred, branded and blood stained body. I took my uniform and headed to the baths.
I knocked on the door of my old office, dressed in my captain’s black breeches, boots, and jacket. It felt strange to not be wearing gloves or a knee-length coat, like the one hung up by my bed for a cold day’s work. Kai answered the door and stood aside to let me pass, then silently gestured to the familiar chairs at his desk. “Take a seat,” he offered casually as he took his own opposite.
“Thankyou, sir,” I said, ducking my head to avoid any painful fallouts, perhaps involving his fists or a blade.
“Now, Vincent,” he said conversationally, using my chosen name rather than birth. I settled a little. “I know you don’t want to be here and your first impressions of me are less than good, but I want you to understand now that I am not going to be a violent man unless you force me to. I’ve heard every detail of what you’ve been through at Ayanami’s trial. At his hands and others. It’s a lot, and I am very aware that you probably think I’m liable to beat you at a moment’s notice, but I’m not. I will never use physical violence against my own men. I know this is hard for you to comprehend, but every punishment doesn’t need to involve beatings and pain like you’ve been exposed to. I summoned you here to let you know that I’m giving you a new chance at life.”
“May I ask a few questions?”
“You may.”
“What is going to happen to Ayanami?”
“Master Ayanami’s trial finished just before you arrived for yours. He’s being forced to serve as a footsoldier in his father’s army. King Davin decided that that was a worse punishment for such a man- humiliation, rather than death.”
“A bit like mine then.”
“No, Hacku—”
“This is pure humiliation and agony for me. After being the general and leader in this fortress for 300 years, being brought down to the level of captain after I had been put through so much by Ayanami- killing my own men, terrorising them- is frightening for me, General. They are going to hurt me. I swear to you.”
“Captain—”
“I’m leaving.” I snapped, standing abruptly. I strode to the door and flashed a salute to General Kai, “I’ll be in the barracks should you require me. Sir.”
I sat, shirtless on my top bunk in the bustling soldier’s quarters, looking down on them all with drunken distaste while they glance back warily. The glass scotch bottle in my hand was ¾ empty, and I still wasn’t drunken enough to forget my shitty life. The small allowance I had been given for each month went as far as paying for a good whore and two bottles of brandy weekly. I had been left by General Kai with no assignments for a week to get used to life as a mere captain. I had spent the whole time in the bunker drinking and going out in the middle of the night to the brothels. I knew I made the other men in the bunker uneasy, never sleeping, and pacing in the night. It made me feel superior. A month’s allowance was already gone in a week and I stayed permanently drunk, starting fights with guards and getting into general trouble around town until, by the end of the week, I was forbidden to leave the fortress.
“Are you fucking joking?” I shouted, stood in the centre of the yard as I was confronted by General Kai and two of his soldiers. I had just glassed someone across the head with my empty scotch bottle in a fight about my behaviour in the bunkhouse. “You can’t stop me leaving, Kai. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“Oh, I think I do, captain. What you were capable of, at least. You’re magic is gone, friend. Remember that.”
“That was 50 years ago. It’s coming back.” I stared Kai down, but began to doubt myself.
“You keep telling yourself that and pull yourself together.” The young general advised.
“I’m not going to adhere to your command if you don’t take control.” I snapped and turned away, walking for the gates.
He raised his voice to my back and spoke, “I find it so sad, Vincent, that you have reached the point where the only way you can accept control is through violence. Ayanami really messed you up, didn’t he? With you, it’s either be in control, or be forced into submission. I don’t want to force you… I don’t want to be another figure of pain in your life… I’ve never–”
I stopped and turned back to Kai, “You’re young, Kai. You don’t understand how the years have changed me. I’m not going to do what you want unless you take control with me. I know you can’t hurt your men, but I’m not yours, I’m just… here. You want me on your side? Fucking make me. Ayanami and people did more than you can imagine to me…” I shuddered, “…I can handle anything you’ve got. Good luck, kid.”
“Vincent for fuck’s sake don’t make me do this!” General Kai begged.
I still walked.
Bang.
The sound crackled through the now-silent yard. I froze and looked back to Kai. He was stood with one of his pistols levelled, an entirely lifeless expression on his pale face. The two guards at his side gawped at him with utter shock while I clapped a hand to my mouth and winced as pain ripped through the left side of my lower back and stomach to stop myself crying out.
Kai lowered the gun and looked at the floor, “Guards.” The two men marched forwards obediently and led me by the shoulders to Kai’s office. Half of the fort population watched. I kept silent and focused on not whimpering as each step sent pain up my spine.
In his office I was told to stand in the centre of the floor and strip waist up so he could inspect my wound.
“Straight through, and I missed important organs and arteries. Not that it’d really affect you anyway.” He gave the hole a sharp prod. I staggered sideways in shock and pain. “Still drunk. How much’ve you had?”
“Four scotch bottles… two whiskey and two vodka.” I replied sedately. Suddenly a convulsive cough came over me. I doubled over and coughed and retched into my hand, unable to stop the pain in my back every time I heaved. When I opened my watery eyes, blood reddened my hand. I shrugged and wiped it onto my breeches.
“Vincent… how long has that been happening to you…?” Kai said slowly.
I coughed again and wiped the blood away. “The blood? Oh. Couple years. Since Ayanami made me his slave.”
“I’m getting a medic to check that. Today.”
“It’s nothing. I don’t need a medic. I haven’t needed one since–”
“A medic is checking that,” Kai interjected adamantly. “The gunshot wound won’t need any attention, obviously.”
“I can handle myself.” I tried to tell him, swaying where I stood and retching blood again, staining the years-old rug I was stood on.
“No you can’t. And you most certainly can’t handle your liqueur. Get out, get to your bunker, and stay there until I find the medic.”
“I’m not letting him check me.”
Kai snarled and kicked a chair in frustration, sending it tumbling across the room with a clatter to smash against the opposite wall, at my side. He possessed magic. I flinched back expectantly.
“Ah… I’m sorry. I lost… my temper…” he said as if in a trance, looking at me compassionately.
“Sir…” I replied hesitantly and ducking my head as I went for the door, trying to conceal my panicked rush.

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