“Adam won’t waste the labor. Though, our brother will wish he’d been killed. We’ll all wish he had.”
“What does that mean?”
Adam shouted, “That’s it! Everyone will be punished for his failure to produce!” Moving to the next man in line, the foreman whipped another man’s backside. The innocent man winced, dropping to the ground.
Dylan tried not to intervene. Though as the whip struck another man, he dropped his pickaxe. He addressed Adam directly. “I’ll do his job...and mine.”
Complete silence filled the air. One could even hear granules of sand drifting between piles. Adam charged Dylan. “How many times must you be warned about questioning authority?”
“I’m not questioning...I’m offering to take his share. Is that not community?”
“Why?” Adam asked in suspicion.
“So he can rest. The men...and Aionios can eat.”
Adam paused as the others continued working. He’d never been confronted with a counteroffer. The move threatened his own power, authority. However, he’d ultimately be punished for not meeting the quota. He nodded. “You’ll work a double shift...into the night. But if you fall...”
“I won’t fall,” Dylan said with conviction, staring the foreman down. Adam recognized Dylan’s strong-will upon arrival. It was just another reason to keep a close eye on the man.
Off in the distance, another set of eyes watched Dylan too. Eden hid amongst the forest oaks, studying the strong-willed man. As much as she desired his appearance, good looks were not uncommon to the colony. It was his defiance she lusted after.
The ability to stand up to power was what she sought. Such courage was unknown to the island. Born and bred to be a prop, it was unknown to an envious woman like herself.
*****
After scrubbing every inch of the communal home, the female citizens were taken to the temple rock. Before entering, Eve instructed Alexa, “No one makes eye contact with Aionios. Follow instruction and you’ll be fine,” she said, leading the women forward.
Upon entering, Alexa was nearly blinded by glistening gold. Her eyes opened wide with materialistic lust. Though it was nothing compared to the powerful man on the throne.
Having only seen him from afar, he presented an even greater vision of perfection. Her eyes scanned his body. Starting at his shiny shaved head, she stopped at his 12-inch cock. There was no reason to go further.
Eve lined the women in front of the throne. Aionios spread his legs in an arrogant pose, appearing bored with the task. In fact, he didn’t bother looking at the women. They were shown their place.
“Serve him,” Eve announced, as pregnant Lilly approached the throne first. Avoiding eye contact, she dropped to her knees. Her swollen breasts landed between his thighs. She gripped his cock’s base, stroking it. Opening her mouth wide, she swallowed five inches.
The living deity yawned in arrogance, staring into the distance. Suddenly, a sight more brilliant than gold struck his eyes. Alexa’s blinding blond shade caught his rare attention. Her pure skin shined so bright, it dimmed the gold walls. Aionios was intrigued like never before.
Studying her bulbous breasts and childbearing hips, his mouth watered for a taste of new pie. Before he knew it, his cock grew harder than ever before. Lilly gagged, suddenly impaled by the stiffening spear.
Aionios kept his eyes trained upon Alexa. Feeling him devour her with dark eyes, she returned it. Instructed not to stare, Mrs. Hunter was compelled by his desire. If he could’ve impregnated her with pupils, he would’ve. It drove her maternal instincts wild.
Seeing her gaze meet his, he was shocked by the bold action. No one had dared risk it before. Noticing the direction of Alexa’s eyes, Eve slapped her tender face. Forced to lower her gaze, Mrs. Hunter sunk back into submission.
As Lilly’s familiar lips reached Aionios’ seventh inch, he shouted, “Off!” Pulling her head away in dissatisfaction, tears fell from her eyes. The act was nothing new, as no one had drawn his seed into their mouths before.
Eve quickly pushed the next female onto her knees. Lilly exited sadly, feeling the failure of Aionios rejection. She wanted to please him as badly as she wanted to bear his child. Every woman wanted it.
Each female sucked Aionios off; each met the same fateful rejection. Alexa arrived last at his cock. By that point, it was slick with sweet sisterly saliva. She gently kneeled, placing her hands upon his dark, chiseled thighs. Her soft touch made his body stiffen like rigamortis.
Opening her mouth wide, she swallowed his bulbous black cock-head. She slid down the pole like a fire-woman on call. Immediately taking 9-inches, the dark spear entered her throat.
Aionios was impressed with the woman’s skills. However, others had been there before. No one had reached the bottom. Gripping the shaft’s base, she performed a hard deep throating. With each landing, she numbed her glands more, swallowing another inch.
Not easily impressed or affected, Aionios felt rare pleasure. His sacred seed began the journey towards release. Gripping a handful of ultra blond hair, his black skin contrasted like twigs in hay. Feeling her reach the 10-inch mark, he started to believe the impossible. This bitch will take every inch...even if it kills her.
The oral expert gagged, braving the 11th-inch. Tears spilled from her eyes, saliva streamed down his shaft. Aionios’ cock plugged her windpipe. Hearing her struggle, a powerful smile crossed his lips. “Take it all!” he demanded and encouraged.
Alexa’s curvy, pale body trembled in fear. Her nails dug into the deity’s dark thighs, breasts pressed his round balls. Denied air, her face puffed with redness, spun with dizziness. It appeared defeat was eminent.
Before backing out, she made one last push. Aionios released a rare scream, causing the red robed guards to approach. Having never heard such reaction, they discovered that Alexa needed the help, not their boss. She wasn’t their problem.
Taking all 12-inches into her drenched mouth, the gagging stopped. Aionios released his grip, allowing Alexa to rise. After a life-affirming breath, she sunk back down, denying his offer of mercy.
The deity gripped the throne’s golden armrests. Having never felt such intense pressure and depth, a volcano of sacred seed erupted. Filling her mouth full, it quickly graced her stomach.
Holding still, Alexa obediently swallowed every thick drop. The long cannon continued firing endless amounts. Just when it appeared he’d emptied, another round coated her throat.
Upon the last, Aionios yanked her up by the hair. Gasping for breath, she thought she was done. However, as the strong black man stood, he lifted her into a cradle carry.
“Prepare her for breeding!” he announced.
The servants quickly rolled out a flat, X-shaped table. Cuffs rested on the tips of each arm. He lay Alexa flat on her belly. The blonde’s appendages were pulled to form the X-shape.
Red robed guards locked her ankles and wrists into the cuffs. Her breasts were squashed down, nipples inverted. Alexa’s pink ass and vagina were fully spread, on display from behind.
“Tilt her!” Aionios ordered.
The temple guards pulled pins from the table’s sides. It released a lock, allowing the X-shaped contraption to lean forward. As her head sunk towards the floor, her pink slit was raised higher up.
Aionios’ cock grew hard again, ready to seed her. The tilted position was perfect for breeding, allowing his seed to flow into the cervix. Then it could enter the womb, implant and fulfill the prophecy. There was no question in the deity’s mind, She is the chosen one. She will deliver me an heir...unlike the others. No matter how long it takes, I hereby claim her.
Feeling a rush inside her head, Alexa shook with lustful fear. Although confused to the contraption’s purpose, the humiliating position left the damsel powerless. She was so aroused, beads of her feminine liqueur drizzled onto the floor.
The red robed men lit wax candles, encircling the pair. Room lights were lowered. A temple guard sprinkled spritzes of sacred w
ater upon her soft body. Hot watery wax followed it, poured upon Alexa’s skin.
Trickled onto the slopes of her back, she fought to break free. Pulling at her restraints, her arms and legs yanked wildly. Red wax sizzled her skin, cooling slowly. The painful sting soon allied with pleasure.
Solidifying into one mass, the infinity symbol had formed, ∞. “The first seeding will begin,” Aionios announced. Each temple guard held a candle, hovering over her with their hoods and featureless masks.
Aionios’ cock absorbed Alexa’s fresh syrup. His dark member contrasted her pink flesh and palish bronze glow. The black bulb penetrated the cottony folds, making Alexa gasp. She was stretched to new borders. Pushed with merciless might, the steel rod sunk into her feminine flume.
Alexa’s legs stiffened, thighs tightened. Each inch delivered new levels of painful lust. Eight-inches in, Aionios’ cock rapped upon her cervix door. Gripping onto her hips, the powerful man thrust deeper inside her. His forceful entrance caused quick expansion of her canal.
Mrs. Hunter cried out, feeling her velvet highway span new miles. Aionios shouted, basking in tight pressure. Reaching the base of his 12-inches, he felt Alexa’s trembling body go limp in defeat. She lay chained in the X-formation, angled for maximum penetration.
Feeling her vaginal grip relax, Aionios plunged deeper. Using her luscious white hips to create new depth, he crashed into her. Every sensitive nerve was enflamed along the way.
Alexa’s voluptuous body jolted back to life. A fire flowed from deep within, setting her lust ablaze. His weapon squashed her g-spot, creating a peeing sensation. At times, she wasn’t sure if it was orgasm or combustion. More hot wax invaded her anal valley.
As it coated her hole, a stinging burn combined with pounding pleasure. Writhing upon the tilted wooden X, her clit rubbed in stiff stimulation. The hot wax seeped into her vaginal lips, teasing Aionios’ cock. His shout increased, voicing painful pleasure. With every new thrust, his waxy injection pounded his blond breeding vehicle.
Alexa’s body tightened, struck with intense orgasm. Warm chills covered her skin, as hot wax continued to cook her. Her vaginal muscles choked Aionios’ black battering ram.
Nearly squeezed flat, Aionios injected his sacred seed inside her. Up to his balls in shared cream, he aimed his cock head at the cervical entrance. A white snowstorm sprayed her velvet walls. The ejaculations were so powerful, they pierced the cervical ring like an arrowed bulls eye.
Alexa came harder, feeling herself filled with potent possibility. The reclined position protected against drained or wasted seed. He withdrew violently, watching Mrs. Hunter lay exhausted. She awaited release from her bonds. Aionios had other plans.
He announced out loud, “This is how you will spend every night, until my heir is conceived.”
Alexa gasped in worry. She wanted to beg for release, though her submission kept her quiet. Impatient anger plagued Aionios’ face. He’d grown tired of waiting for his heir, for his chosen one. Instead, he chose her. Watching his captive in candlelight, he’d decided, This woman will not leave...until my prophecy is fulfilled.
*****
Dirt covered Dylan’s body, exhaustion filled his face. He had worked in darkness as his brethren watched. Returning to the communal home, Mr. Hunter stepped in the shower, letting water cleanse his skin.
An annoyed voice called out to him. “Dylan Hunter!”
Looking over, he saw it was Adam. The two men had seen enough of each other that day. “Did I miss a spot?” he asked sarcastically.
“You’ve been summoned.”
“By who?” he asked.
“You’ll find out...when they want you to,” he snapped.
“Sorry.”
“Dry off quickly...follow me,” Adam ordered.
Exiting the mansion, they headed down the black-sanded beach. The moon still shined bright. Passing the temple rock, conversation was nonexistent. Dylan tried to soothe the ego he’d damaged earlier. “Hot one today.”
“Yes,” Adam continued walking, never one for small talk.
Dylan was ready to give up, though suddenly realized something. The women returned to the commune, Alexa wasn’t with them. “Have you seen my wife?” Dylan asked.
Adam paused. “Aionios has claimed her.”
“For the night?”
Adam turned towards Dylan. “For as long as he needs her. Questioning the deity...would be a mistake...you can’t take back,” he warned.
An uneasy feeling filled Dylan as they continued down shore. They arrived at one of the jagged shaped mountains. A boardwalk extended across the sea, though it was not of gold. It was of concrete.
Mr. Hunter’s heart pumped wildly. Adam walked the manmade path. Looking down beach, Dylan examined a possible escape route. He realized there was no way out. Gunner’s past warning played silently in his head. Run...for the west side! After a rain...a small space erodes the fence dirt. Hide out! Resist their temptation!
Such a risk wasn’t momentarily possible. Gazing towards the dark western woods, he wondered, Is Smith still out there...still alive?
“Do I have to get my whip?” Adam warned.
Taking a deep breath, Dylan resigned fate to the unknown. Stepping foot upon the damp concrete, he crossed the sea.
*****
A recovering Gunner Smith peered into the darkened forest. Days had passed since he’d warned Dylan. Hellish screams filled the air, no people in view. By that point, the paradox overdose had long dissipated, though he wished it hadn’t. He reviewed the past days’ events in his mind.
Flashing back to the moment of escape, he could still feel Commander Grey’s brutal beating. The injured Smith awoke outside the perimeter fence, pecked by a crow. An injured Gunner Smith crawled through muddy vegetation. Gripping at grassy ferns, total darkness masked his path forward.
After twenty minutes of mud, rain, and aimless direction, he hid under the arms of a large oak. Wedging himself between the trunk’s protruding roots, the buzzed blond secured himself. At that moment, the paradox was still in effect. Although on the decline, hallucinations of mummifying ferns crept into his head. He’d even heard hellish cries through the night, distant footsteps stalking his position.
He shut his swollen eyes, plugged his ears. Every muscle and bone ached on his naked body. Unsure if he’d see another day, Jenna was the only reason to care. Exhaustion finally won, forcing him to sleep.
By the time his eyes opened again, daylight struck him. Conjuring the strength to move, he shifted into survival mode. Gunner snapped a palm frond from its stem. Folding the natural fan blade into an arc, he placed his mouth to the edge. Pooled rainwater flowed into his throat.
Exploring the untamed wilderness, he battled bamboo thickets, scrambled rock dens, and crossed streams. Able to start a fire with a stick friction technique, he knew better than to advertise his survival.
Gunner flung a stone at a bee’s nest, keeping his distance. Smashed to pieces, the stingers abandoned it. Smith confiscated the combs, suckling the honey. Hunting the island’s wild feral pigs, he stalked from the perch above. Having sharpened one rock with another, he set the honey as bait. Like clockwork, he descended upon the animal, making quick work of it. Although gamey and raw, it helped him regain energy.
All-terrain survival was a skill from his special forces training. From Africa to Antarctica, he knew how to use nature’s forces to his advantage. The only thing he feared was the enemy he couldn’t imagine.
Another day arrived. Exploring the western shoreline, he marveled at the sheer beauty. Why in bloody hell would they abandon this place? He wondered.
Tall cliffs of reddish clay stretched to the heavens. Porous holes in the rock face hinted at caves. Determined to find shelter, Gunner climbed onto the rock structure. Smith shimmied his muscular body inside a hole.
Dropping down into a pit, light beamed inward. It lit a fair distance forward, going dark after that. A faint orange glow appeared from afar. Creeping insid
e, Gunner crossed the threshold of darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he kept focus on the mysterious glow. The naturally adventurous man was led forward by curiosity.
He passed a tunnel intersection, though kept on his straight trajectory. A hope was silently formed. There has to be someone here. The question is...do I wanna meet them? He arrived at a torch lit room.
Taking a torch in-hand, he examined the colorful walls. Primitive, demonic faces were drawn in blood. They were so horrific, even the brave man got chills. Suddenly, the hellish screams appeared. It was louder, fiercer than in the night. No longer in the window of hallucination, its reality was confirmed.
With each moment, the voices approached from echoed depths of cave. Still holding the torch, he fled towards the exit. Chasing the distant outer light, he ran for his life.
Right as he crossed the tunnel intersection, a hellish scream roared from behind. As he turned, a dark figure ran towards him. Before Gunner could muster a defense, he was knocked to the rocky ground. His torch rolled from hand.
The next scream belonged to Smith, feeling sharp teeth bite his calf muscle. Reaching for the flame, he could feel his flesh lightly pierced. As he struggled to grasp the torch, more terrifying shouts got nearer.
Lunging forward, Gunner dragged the assailant with him. Securing the sputtering fire, he flung the flame. The shadowed enemy leapt away, body burned. As Smith’s leg was freed, a gang of others charged from the distance. He headed towards the light. Arriving at the cave’s exit, he climbed the rock, squeezing through the porous hole.
Bright light invaded his eyes. He fled into the woods. Returning to his camp, he grabbed the sharpened rock, awaiting their arrival. They didn’t come in daylight. However, the night was long.
Shaking off his flashback, Gunner focused on the present moment. More importantly, he awaited the future. The hellish screams sounded in the dark forest. Not fearing death, he was ready to go out fighting. He only feared how death would occur. “I’m nobody’s meal!” he declared. He shouted into the woods, “You feckers want me? Come and fetch me!”
The voices suddenly went silent. No sign of them appeared, not even the ruffling ground. Are they gone? He wondered.
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