The Colony Box Set

by J. D. Grayson

  Gunner hurled his muscular leg at Eden’s head. Commander Grey caught it, painfully twisting it. Eden’s feminine, dark laugh echoed. “This condemned man oozes stamina. Maybe I’ll sample his seed before it dies with him.”

  “Please don’t hurt him!” Jenna cried.

  Gunner shouted again. “Kill me...the heir...just let her go! She’s no whore!”

  “We’re all whores to Aionios. She’ll just know it now. Enjoy a glimpse of her new life,” Eden taunted, motioning to the red-robed temple guards. One of them approached her with a black latex mask. The other carried a pair of panties. A 7-inch vibrator was attached to the crotch.

  The latex mask covered Jenna’s face, disguising her beauty. There were three round holes. Two showcased her icy blue eyes, while the other offered access to her juicy red lips. Mrs. Smith became a dehumanized sex doll.

  A guard slipped the panty straps through her ankles. He centered the buzzing dildo in between her thighs. Raised upward, the robed man spread her sopping slit. With the vibrator’s head placed at the sweet spot, she was fully penetrated. The panties were in-place.

  “Take that off her!” Gunner shouted.

  Ignoring his request, Eden loosened Jenna’s chain-slack. The female prisoner’s knees kissed the concrete floor.

  “Your sentence begins now,” Eden informed. Turning towards the line of camouflage-wearing security guards, she said, “Her mouth is yours to use, boys.”

  Stepping aside, she joined Fredrick Grey. The commander was no stranger to Eden’s oral talents, an act the golden text denied her. She wasn’t one for rules.

  Studying Gunner, the commander smirked. “My suspicions tell me...it’s gonna be an interesting night for him.”

  “I believe we share a mind, commander. Inject him. A paradox overdose. Call it a crime of passion. Then...toss his body into the sea.”

  A smile crossed Fredrick’s face. “With pleasure.”

  The first guard arrived at the masked prisoner’s mouth. He lowered his pants, letting a thick 7-inches spring out. Prying her mouth open, he aimed for the latex bulls eye.

  Entering the warm wet hole, his eyes rolled in pleasure. Gripping the back of Jenna’s rubberized head, he forced himself into her throat. A deep gagging filled the air. Gunner yanked at his chains. He would’ve given his life to stop his wife’s humiliation.

  Jenna was trapped in the deep-throated position, plugged with the manly mallet. A sea of sweet saliva dribbled down her latex chin. The guard’s cock was also drenched. As her head was freed, the prisoner released a flowing river.

  Just as she caught her breath, her throat was grasped. Another deep thrust started an intense mouth fucking. Using her latex head as a machine, he slung her along his throbbing meat.

  Eden turned her head towards the captive Gunner. She was pleased to see his undeniable pleasure expand. The embarrassed man was torn between anger and shameful lust.

  Unable to deny a fresh conquest, the raven-haired seductress dropped to her knees. The albino python remained around her neck, slithering across her body. Its arrow-shaped head brushed Gunner, making him cringe. Alexa’s mouth constricted upon his cock, devouring his spear in one swoop. She was no gagger.

  “You won’t make me cum!” Gunner yelled, knowing it was an impossible declaration to keep. His statement made Eden suck harder and faster. A lover of head games, her favorite hobby was to break a man.

  The aggressive guard pumped Jenna harder. It didn’t take long for his muscular ass cheeks to tighten. He fired a salty deposit into her warm mouth. His spurts kept coming, seeping out onto the mask’s edges. Fleeing her hole, he exited out of the line. The next guard had his pants down, 9-inch cock in hand. Wasting no time, he aimed for the cream-filled target.

  Before Jenna could swallow, the guard’s member slid the soiled slide. His nails dug into the latex mask, nearly tearing it. The man’s thrust was harder than the last. Pumping her in a manic rhythm, his cock was covered in the remaining white sheen.

  An aggressive face pounding commenced. No fan of foreplay, the man opted for the main act. Blasting his satisfaction inside her, he unleashed a parade of protein. It was so full, she could only swallow half before the next man arrived.

  Gunner turned his head away, unable to watch. At that moment, he begged, “Just shoot us...damn you!”

  Commander Grey laughed, watching Eden suck the prisoner. As much as Gunner wanted to deny it, the full lips and tempting tongue performed brilliantly. She sucked with such sensuality, she made love with her mouth. Licking his lined ridge, her inner flesh massaged every sensitive gland.

  Barely maintaining his orgasmic hold, Gunner’s soft wife broke first. He gazed over, seeing her shaken to the pleasure core. As the line of guards claimed her mouth, the powerful vibrator forced a humiliating orgasm. Her thighs tightened, visible wetness stained the black panties. Drops of human rain poured, as her undulating curves buzzed.

  Seeing his wife cum, Gunner lost his will to fight. He unloaded while the final guard engaged Jenna. As he fired into Eden’s mouth, the camouflaged man did the opposite. Withdrawing from Mrs. Smith, the enemy unloaded onto her mask. A creamy deposit stretched across black latex, contrasted by bright white.

  Gunner’s muscles tightened across his suspended body. The slick serpent brushed his thigh while he aimed into Eden. Each stroke felt like honey dipped velvet. A burning pleasure crept through him, unleashed into the forbidden orifice.

  Devouring every drop, Eden disengaged from the prisoner’s cock. Securing her snake, she distanced herself from defeated prey. As the last man finished with Jenna, her mask was streaked in white. Even her eyeholes were seeded.

  “You bitch!” Gunner shouted in fury.

  Eden and Commander Grey unleashed a duet of laughter. The robed temple guards hoisted Jenna into the air again, off her knees and feet. Her cum stained mask remained. So did her buzzing vibrator panties.

  “Send this man to his destiny,” Eden ordered. “A paradox overdose will feel like a demented dream...or a beautiful nightmare. Maybe both.”

  Commander Grey nodded, “We still have the matter of payment to discuss. I’ve risked my life for this...for you,” he said in a serious manner.

  Eden gazed into his eyes with tempting black pupils. “Finish him...and you’ll go places only Aionios has been.”

  “Drop him!” Commander Grey ordered in excitement.

  Upon being freed from the chains, Gunner dropped to the ground. He leapt at the commander. The camouflaged guards tackled him, punching and kicking. They quickly gained control, holding him steady.

  Eden addressed Commander Grey, “I assume you fulfilled my request.”

  “I did,” he confirmed, removing a syringe from his jacket.

  “A full injection. Not a drop less.”

  Frederick nodded, leading the way out. The men dragged Gunner behind them. Straining to open his swollen eyes, Mr. Smith’s last sight was a disturbing one. The temple guards slugged Jenna in the womb. He knew her night was only beginning.

  *****

  Dragged to the shore’s edge, Gunner was held down by the camouflaged guard. Trying to break away, he was subdued. Commander Grey removed the injection cap. He waved a muddy, reddish liquid in front of the prisoner’s face.

  “You’ll die a slow death...unlikely from the overdose itself. It’s the warped visions that’ll kill you. Sheer madness will drive you to suicide. I’ll let you in on a secret. Those magical visions of Aionios...came from this drug.” Fredrick laughed.

  Gunner lunged in anger, held down tighter. The revelation disappointed him, though Jenna’s fate was all that currently mattered. Commander Grey pierced Smith’s neck with the needle’s spear.

  The plunger was pressed, emptying the paradox into the jugular vein. Gunner was filled with a moment of calm. Suddenly, a sexual storm raged inside him, intensifying quickly.

  Much like the South American hallucinogenic, Ayahuasca, Paradox was created by boiling the local root. After obt
aining the extracted liquid, psychoactive infusions were added. A concoction of spiritual otherworldliness was born.

  It was like ecstasy, LSD and sweet chocolate combined. Each recipient got an addictive sexual high. With hyper-arousal came frightening visions. Some were of ghostly beauty, others of sheer terror. No matter how bad it got, the body always craved more.

  Gunner’s heart thumped wildly, nearly beating through his chest. As his brain swelled and chemicals shifted, the brew infected his blood stream. The dangerously high dosage slowly poisoned him. A hellish shout strained his throat. Every muscle was displayed in tight definition, veins swelling from his every body part.

  “Release him...then distance yourselves!” the commander shouted, quickly following his own orders.

  The guards disengaged quickly, running for safety. Mr. Smith stood strong, cock throbbing in erection. His eyes dilated to the size of quarters, tinting his eyeballs red. A surge of sexual fury electrified him.

  He spontaneously ejaculated without being touched. Dropping to his knees, he squirted waves of white onto the black sand. His face tightened at the aroused intensity of burning loins.

  Laughing from a distance, the men enjoyed the freak show. They encircled him, making sure he didn’t escape. As he finished, Gunner looked upward. The full moon was enlarged and intensely bright. Covering his face, he feared it would crush him. Another round of mocking laughter was unleashed.

  Gunner began hyper-focusing on pointless minutia. New senses were activated. He processed it all simultaneously. Body temperature, 37.6444 C. Air temp 23.8889 C. That guard’s eyes are different shades of brown, mocha and nutmeg. The commander’s bootlaces are tied differently, looped at different intersects.

  As more paradox penetrated his brain, it exited the sexual stage. Delirium began. The guards’ smiles appeared to stretch like soft toffee. Eyes melted from sockets, teeth began cracking apart. It was so real to him, he swore it was reality. He’d only seen one man perform such magical acts: his name was Aionios.

  Gunner began spouting mad gibberish. Leaping to his feet, he charged the commander in a death run. Three guards formed a wall, protecting their boss. Lowering his head like a rugby player, Smith mowed the line down. He hit them with such brute force, their backs broke. However, Gunner was so stiff and aggressive, he continued uninjured.

  The commander removed his sidearm. Before he could fire, the rest of his guards tackled the prisoner to the ground. Fredrick Grey began to worry. He silently calculated, The main dosage hasn’t even kicked-in yet. If he doesn’t die of a heart attack, he’ll be unstoppable.

  All remaining guards pressed their weight upon the enraged man. The fighting beneath them stopped. After a short silence, Commander Grey crept closer, leaning inward.

  Suddenly, the seven remaining guards were air bound. They were flung in a surge of doped adrenaline. The commander froze. Forced from fear, he fumbled for his gun. Quickly aiming the weapon, Gunner ran him down before a shot could be fired.

  More guards appeared in the distance. They pursued him immediately, led by barking German Shepherds. Commander Grey rose painfully. “Bring that fucker down!” he ordered.

  Gunner’s heart nearly exploded, pushed to dangerous speeds. Not looking back, he headed for the pearl gates. Right before reaching them, he felt a bullet whizz his head. Then, the commander’s distant voice filled his attuned ears. “Stop him from reaching the huts! Stop him before he warns The Hunters!”

  Smith’s mind processed the words like food to a poor man’s stomach. The huts. The Hunters. Go. Now.

  Arriving at the exit gates, he leapt with adrenalized strength. He gripped onto the arrow-shaped gate top, propelling himself over. His ankle was sliced on the sharp tip. Landing on the other-side, he felt no pain.

  Wasting no time, he exited the main traffic boardwalk. The island’s inner forestland would slow his trackers down. Able to calculate his directional access, he headed for the visitor huts, located centrally. He didn’t know who The Hunters were, though they were his only remaining hope.

  *****

  The sound of hungry dogs echoed through the night air. Not only were they trained to track scent, but also a bloody ankle left a strong trail. Trampling thick fern beds, Gunner crashed through the dark forest. Harsh cries of crows circled above, assaulting his ears like nails down a chalkboard.

  A flash rainstorm suddenly poured from the sky. With every step, the barking dog’s seemed to get closer. Although darkness masked his path, it didn’t slow him down. In fact, he seemed to increase speed with every step.

  After a long stretch of woodland, he entered an odd patch of cleared forest. Cut oaks and palms littered the ground like used matchsticks. Ahead, a large patch of dirt awaited.

  Gunner crossed the moss-covered obstacles, nearing the flatland. Log hopping at full speed, he soon slipped upon the slickness. Crashing down, he rose as quickly. He moved on in drugged mania.

  A hail of warm rain poured like tragic tears, violently stirring the ground. Crackling thunder shook him like a poorly placed gong. Bolts of lightning mercifully teased the muddy path forward.

  Arriving at the last log, Gunner slipped again. Spilling into wet dirt, he battled a muck-filled bog. Sinking into the depths, he reached for something solid to propel him upward. He quickly found it. To his shock, a rotted corpse floated to the surface.

  Gunner gasped, blaming the sight on his drug induced-mind. However, as rain removed a muddy mask, a familiar face was revealed. An old friend had turned 51 a month ago. He was to be taken to a higher plane of humanity, living out his unproductive years with similarly aged citizens. Apparently, it meant a slit throat and shallow grave.

  With each forward crawl, a new body emerged. The decomposition degraded with every discovery. Some citizens were recognized, though most were unknown. He’d only lived there for two years.

  By the middle point, only skeletons remained. The torrential downpour eroded the dirt’s upper crust. Disturbed air pockets hurled the grave upward. As frightening as the sight was, the paradox brew transformed it into horrific fantasy.

  As the drug reached saturation point, Gunner’s mind swelled with sensational sights. Deceased colony members became new enemies, fooling delusional eyes. Boney jaws opened. Brownish-blue skin peeled, and crusted eyelids blinked. Jagged bits of broken teeth gnawed into Smith’s flesh.

  He screamed in searing pain, feeling every bite. In reality, Gunner was physically untouched. Having been trained to face torture, he donned the mental strength to survive. If anyone could endure, he was it.

  Swimming through the bog of bodies, more skeletons emerged. Thousands were tossed there, dating from years ago. Another bolt of lightning flashed, offering him a clearer glimpse of terror. It also illuminated solid ground. Escape was finally in sight.

  At the same moment, barking dogs assaulted his ears. Commander Grey’s tracking team arrived at the grave’s edge. He singled out one man with a dog. “You! Go in. Bring him back dead or alive...I don’t give a fuck which,” he ordered. The guard plunged into the mass grave without thought.

  Hearing the bark get closer, Gunner’s racing pulse increased. Picking up speed, he neared relief. Before he could reach it, the paradox’s poison hit peak. One last symphony of destruction played his mind.

  A bony hand reached from the depths of death, gripping on to him. Another one joined, followed by hundreds more. Coming alive, a sea of undead wrapped him in their arms. Screeching in a harmony of horror, they dragged his muscular body into an earthly hell.

  To the approaching guard’s eyes, the fugitive was wrestling himself. Smith wallowed in the mud, rolling around with the boney dead. He stopped his own escape, letting the enemy gain ground.

  “Let the dog have him!” Commander Grey shouted to the guard. The strong animal was released. It leapt at the fresh meat. Feeling an animalistic biting of his ankle, he was trapped from moving forward. It bit down, shaking its head in a kill-motion.

  Gunner screamed
in panic, nearing cardiac arrest. Death seemed imminent, until a single thought returned some clarity. “Jenna!” he shouted into the foggy air, feeling his adrenaline reach fever pitch. With one last chance before the paradox-effect declined, he kicked into gear.

  Gripping onto a skeletal arm, he broke it from a brittle joint. Swinging behind him, a swift crack smashed the dog’s head. His weapon shattered, animal’s jaw was released. As the German Shepard dropped, Gunner gained more distance. Touching solid ground, the guard landed upon him.

  The enemy was angry, aggressive. His fists crashed upon the fugitive’s head. The guard was so mad, he failed to notice the splintered bone in Gunner’s hand. Smith flung his fist backward. A gasp of air sounded from the camouflaged man, stabbed in the lungs. He joined the grave.

  Not looking back, Gunner pulled himself to freedom. Rising to his feet, his ankle wound was forgotten. He headed on, running through the woods at an inhuman pace. Making distance from the trackers, his scent was even stronger than before. His destination was clear.

  After a deep rain cleansing, it finally stopped for a while. He arrived at the visitor cabins, running into a small crop of banana plants. Yanking one from a hanging bushel, he ripped the skin, devouring half. Distant dogs sounded again, making him bolt forward.

  Leaping back onto the main traffic boardwalk, he crossed the deep gorge. The drug’s peak was on its decline. His sanity started to return, surging strength lessened. However, a natural panic remained. It was clear which cabin was occupied, due to shoes at the door’s edge.

  Gunner approached it, pounding on the door. “Open up, mate! Your life depends on it!”

  Dylan’s voice sounded from the cabin’s interior. “Who are you? What do you want?”

  “Mate...you’ve got seconds left! I escaped...you can too!”

  Another paused filled the air. His fist pounded the door again, nearly knocking it off the hinges. “Don’t be daft, Hunter! At least hear me out, mate!”

  He could only hope Dylan would heed the warning. Gunner now doubted his own survival, though he’d try to save the couple’s life. If not, they would likely meet the fate of his colony brethren.