The Colony Box Set

by J. D. Grayson

  Although his wounds healed, the memories haunted him to present day. The cold fear still terrorized his sleep. Up until that current moment, he’d found some peace in the hunt’s abolishment. Dr. Freedmen had agreed to cede Western ground to savages, therefore escapees. Though with the order to resume the hunt, Fredrick’s peace vanished.

  Commander Grey arrived at the lava pit he’d once been dragged down. Cold sweat spilled from his forehead, weapon visibly shook. His job was to enter the rat-hole, cleaning out the savages. The colonists’ capture would follow. The latter was much preferred.

  “Left guard...take us in. Right follow...I’ll cover the rear,” the commander ordered.

  The lead guard paused in fear. However, choice wasn’t an option. The first set of men entered the pit. They shimmied through a tight undulating tube, scraped by ashy sediment.

  As all 19 entered, Commander Grey took a deep, fearful breath. He climbed down after them, gripping his rifle tightly. A high-pitched scream sounded from below, followed by a male’s shout.

  Aimless gunfire followed. A panicked Commander Grey fired a few frantic rounds. The thoughtless act hit some of his own men. As tense moments ticked, less gunfire was replaced by guard screams. Shining his flashlight forward, the frightened commander tried to get visual. A few men ahead of him were suddenly yanked down the wormhole.

  Fear consumed Fredrick as he stepped on the man below, selfishly boosting his own body. Climbing desperately, he neared the hole’s exit. Suddenly, another hellish high-pitch filled the air. A native descended from above. Grey’s flashlight beam hi-lighted the red terror. The chomping teeth bit into his arm.

  The commander unleashed a shout so deep, it actually startled the cannibal. Allowing a moment of pause, Fredrick Grey positioned his weapon between the savage’s legs. Another hail of gunfire filled the enemy full of lead. It didn’t stop at one bullet. His screams of fury continued, spending every inch of ammo he had.

  When the trigger went flat, he still tried to fire, though nothing leapt out. Climbing over the bloody enemy, he shimmied up the jagged lava tube. His hand reached the surface rim. About to pull himself out, his boots were grabbed from below. Trapping him in-place, rows of teeth clamped into the footwear.

  Each bite was so ferocious, the leather hide was pierced. Reaching downward, Commander Grey loosened his laces. Grasping the tunnel’s edge again, he hurled himself upward. Slipping out of the boots, he arrived on solid ground. His ankle was cut, numbed by fear. Running through the woods, he approached Gunner and Rudd.

  “Should we finish the job?” Gunner asked. “Take the wanker out?”

  “I get the feeling...he won’t be back here,” Rudd said. “Let’s get home.”

  *****

  Over the two week span, Dylan kept his head down, mouth quiet. The man locked the door to his mind, letting his body serve instead. Working like a madman in the crop fields, he continued pulling double shifts. He filled-in for weakened brethren, ensuring the daily quota was met. Adam even came to respect his old nemeses. Mr. Hunter was appointed fellow crop czar, handed his own whip. He never planned to use it.

  Each night, Mr. Hunter entered the commune, sampling new bedmates. He had women of every color, shape, and sexual specialty. Though with each beautiful face he pleasured, it was Alexa’s face staring back. She’s no longer yours. This is your life now. Accept it, he chastised himself. However, the more he denied her, the more he desired her. He needed her.

  Every colony male transformed into Aionios’ cumming face. Dylan studied them at play, imagining Aionios claiming Alexa’s womb. Mr. Hunter was stung by jealousy, yet aroused by the thought of Alexa being used. The natural conflict still warred in his heart.

  He envisioned extreme pleasure upon his wife’s face, slammed by her dark owner. Visions such as slapping, biting and choking played out before him. It was exactly what his wife wanted. It was something Dylan could fake, though couldn’t truly authenticate.

  Though, his recent acceptance of fatherhood was very real. As the pregnant Canadian, Lilly, proved to him, it was intriguing. Alexa’s absence made him realize something. He couldn’t live without her.

  Over the lonely weeks, he’d forgiven her infidelity and lies. With so much time to ponder past, present, and future, he realized it was never the cheating that stopped conception. It was his lack of faith in the world, in himself, in anything. That void led him to the island.

  He convinced himself, the colony is the answer. I have faith in it. The skeptical man abandoned the facts, needing something to hold onto. Unfortunately for him, Alexa’s return was unknown. The only sure thing he had, was a promise he made to himself. If she returns unseeded...I’ll grant her wish. I’ll give her a child.

  For the moment, Dylan buried his hopes. Heading-in after a particularly hard day, he entered the showers. His head hung, letting warm streams of water wash away the dirt. He was suddenly startled by a soft hand upon his back. Gasping, he said, “Alexa?” Turning his head, he saw Lilly, accompanied by her husband, Marco.

  “While Alexa serves the deity...let me serve you,” she said sensually.

  A smile crossed Marco’s face. “A little prego DP, eh poppy?” he asked.

  Dylan stared down at Lilly’s swollen belly. It made him ache for Alexa’s womb even more, fueling his arousal in a blaze. Placing his hand upon her belly, he said, “I want you.”

  “Use me,” she said passionately.

  Tracing the sphere of her stomach, he hadn’t sampled Lilly since his first night in the commune. Connecting eyes with the curvaceous Canadian redhead, he lunged for her. Their tongues swirled together, faucet-fed rain soaked their skin. Lilly’s life-filled stomach pressed Dylan’s stiff 9-inches.

  The sound of slapped skin interrupted the kiss. Marco spanked Lilly’s hind humps. With each hard punishment, his tanned hands left red prints upon her paleness. Facing Dylan like a mirror, her eyes fluttered with each blow. She was pressed harder into his muscular body, captive to his sharp spear.

  Her thick breasts bounced in rhythm with the butt-bongo. Mr. Hunter felt Lilly’s breath increase, steaming his face. He attacked her mouth again, reigniting their kiss. Freshly fallen water quenched them. The muscular man scooped her under the thighs. Lilly was thrust upward in Dylan’s arms, dropped upon his stone cock.

  Marco stroked himself with one hand, spanking his wife’s spread ass cheeks with the other. With every smack, beads of water burst. Dylan’s hidden invader appeared in outward strokes. Switching from cheek to cheek, the tanned man whacked his wife harder. He felt hot chills rise from her flesh, stung by hands and heat.

  Wrapping her legs around Dylan’s tightened ass, Lilly rode Hunter’s lead pipe. Pressed harder into his chiseled chest, her full body was showered in watery sweat. Her breasts bubbled outward, nipples pressed in. The chafing heat stimulated her glands. Breast milk spilled down their soaked chests.

  Safe inside Dylan’s defined arms, Lilly got lost in another kiss. Her sudden gasp stole Mr. Hunter’s breath. Marco buried his face inside his wife’s ass cheeks. His tongue flickered her sweet star. A tickling sensation filled her body, cold chills contrasted the warm water.

  Marco’s flicker turned to a speedy circled spin. His saliva seeped inside her secret garden, lubing infertile ground. The rim-job continued, as Dylan’s stiff idol worshipped her virginal depths.

  The spicy Hispanic slipped his thick cock along Lilly’s fault line. He knocked on her backdoor. Dylan paused, holding the pregnant prize tight and still. Mr. Hunter spread his thigh grip further, opening her ass wider for her husband.

  With one hard thrust, Marco’s cock charged inside. Crashing through the tight anal ring, Lilly’s soft body stiffened. Her arms wrapped Dylan’s neck tighter, legs hooked his waist.

  Pushing his cock fully into Lilly, Marco sandwiched her pregnant body. She cried out in pained lust, plugged in both holes. An unspoken rhythm formed amongst the men. As one entered, the other exited. The action allowed both cocks to enter
her in timed, spaced comfort.

  Constantly pounded, Lilly trembled in static satisfaction. Dylan went to kiss her again, though her head was yanked back. Marco held a handful of wet red hair, setting his wife further aflame.

  Seeking a new target, Dylan went for Lilly’s neck. He sucked on the sensitive area, licking water droplets from her sweet skin. Marco joined the action, biting the opposite side of her neck.

  Nearly in a sex trance, Lilly inhaled the double penetration. Three souls blended as one, along with the sensations of pleasure and pain. The intensity of each was so great, it melted together as one incredibly satisfying ache.

  Bursting into fits of warm and cold chills, Lilly orgasmed upon both cocks. Red and white lights floated through her head, electricity baked her body. Dylan’s face tensed, as Marco suddenly withdrew from Lilly’s ass. “Switch holes, bro,” he said in sexual excitement.

  A speechless Dylan lifted Lilly off his cock. Feminine cream covered every inch of his rod. Flipping Lilly around, the men simply swapped holes. Now facing Marco, the redhead wrapped her husband. Hunter sandwiched the backside.

  Claiming Lilly’s vaginal valley, Marco slid inside with ease. Hotter water matched the fire inside her. Dylan spread her well-used ass cheeks. Aiming his bulbous head against her gaped hole, he raided the dark cavern. His face tightened, feeling the crowded canals choking both penile invaders. As tight as her ass still was, Dylan could only imagine having used it first.

  Marco made the first inward thrust, forcing Mr. Hunter to follow. They alternatively drove the shared lanes. Previously slicked with each other’s precum, they banged her into erotic submission. Their two cocks stretched her, squashing the g-spot from within.

  The dual attack tested both men’s’ stamina. Lilly’s tight grip milked each male udder. Marco grunted loudly, firing his load into the redhead’s occupied womb. Dylan’s grunt was even louder, as he coated her cave with white light. Double stuffed with streams of lust, the curvaceous Canadian cried into moist air. The large showerhead drowned her mouth, as she gargled like a sexual fountain.

  Their three bodies slid together, generating more heat than a boiler. The men kept releasing one stream after the other, milked by Lilly’s spasming vagina and asshole. As they finished, they remained locked, bathed in fresh waters. Dylan hugged Lilly’s soft belly from behind. Feeling the baby move, it only made him desire Alexa more. It only made him surer. I’m ready to deliver Alexa’s wish, he silently thought.

  Unfortunately, the only way to get her back, was to ally with a scheming temptress.

  *****

  Fredrick Grey sat in a corner of his brightly lit office. Huddled and covered in ashy soot, he hadn’t moved in 24 hours. Sucking down a large swig of vodka, he welcomed the singe in his throat. Anything to compete with his horrific night was welcomed.

  After the first incident, the tough man couldn’t sleep in darkness for years. Extreme claustrophobia had set in. At one point, his fellow guards threatened suicide opposed to another patrol. Hearing of it, Dr. Freedmen called an end to the hunts.

  Though that was then. Humiliated by the escapee’s defiance, he wanted them punished. Gunner’s escape pushed him over the edge. Fredrick Grey knew he’d have to finish the job, or the colony would finish him.

  Unwilling to face either fate, he placed a gun inside his mouth. With a finger on the trigger, he silently figured, If I’m gonna die...it’ll be from my hand alone. Not savage teeth...or a mass grave.

  His finger neared the point of no return, when the phone rang. The loud noise disturbed him so badly, he pissed himself. Commander Grey had officially cracked. Tears streamed down the man’s face, as he curled into a ball.

  The phone continued to ring. He reached for the bottle, sucking down more of the numbing poison. It seemed that even 99 proof liquor wouldn’t do the job anymore. Returning the gun to his mouth, he continued what he started.

  As the ringer went silent, the answering machine sounded. Dr. Freedmen’s voice was heard. Anger fueled Mr. Grey. Rising to his feet, he charged the desk, turning it on its side. Raymond’s voice still sounded loud and clear.

  Dr. Freedmen said, “Commander. A vote’s been taken. Tomorrow night, you’ll escort a medic into the temple. Peace is preferred, force is acceptable. Make Aionios an offer. He lets Alexa Hunter receive her vitamin shot...or he faces execution. If he complies...no further action is necessary. If he does not...I’ll inform you of the next step.” The message ended.

  A rare ray of hope shined from the commander’s stressed face. For once in his life, Freedmen gave wise advice. “I’ll make an offer. Just not the one he expects,” Fredrick Grey proclaimed.

  Dropping the weapon to the floor, Commander Grey crawled back into his corner. He took another massive gulp of vodka. He knew there’d be no sleep that night. Though he’d suddenly found a reason to live for tomorrow.

  *****

  Alexa’s head spun with angelic lights. She’d spent every night tilted downward, weeks of little or interrupted sleep. Plunged hourly by Aionios’ tool, if the Paradox didn’t drive her mad, the lack of rest would.

  Drugged hallucinations kept her entertained. In the passing hours, she saw robed guards fly around like red banshees. Flickering candle flames flowed through air, slithering like fiery serpents.

  Every sexual seeding felt like womb conquering armies. Each new white load felt like an inner sea swirling. Her sweat sizzled like fried butter, skin singed like desert sand in summer.

  As daylight arrived, Aionios returned from the balcony of worship. A bitter Eden joined him. The mere sight of the buxom blond made her sick. Alexa was the sole reason Dylan wouldn’t join her. Therefore, Mrs. Hunter was the reason Eden would burn alive.

  “Release her,” Aionios ordered.

  The guards blew out the candles, cleansing the night’s wax from Alexa’s back. Eden ran her hand along Alexa’s curved ass. “It’s been a few weeks, great Aionios. It doesn’t appear she’ll produce an heir. It appears...the chosen one...she is not.”

  Aionios slapped Eden’s face, sending her to the ground. “You know nothing, woman! She is the chosen one! In fact...I want her blood sampled now!” Aionios ordered a temple guard to do the daily duty. “Take it to the medics for testing...I want it back fast!”

  Still tied to the X-table, two guards positioned Alexa’s arm. The men sampled blood with a syringe. Hurrying towards the exit with the red vile, Commander Grey was waiting at the door. Drawing their staffs, they were ready to strike. “We only seek dialogue!” the commander announced. “I come as a friend to Aionios. I come with a deal.”

  Aionios approached. After pausing for a moment, he accused, “You have no authority to strike deals!”

  “Freedmen empowered me to do so,” Fredrick said.

  Having seen the commander’s merciless nature, Aionios respected him. “Stand down,” he ordered the temple guards. “Go do your duty!”

  The robed men exited with blood vile in hand. Commander Grey entered. He was trailed closely by a nervous female medic. She carried a syringe, concealed close to her.

  “What does she hide within her grasp?” Aionios asked in suspicion.

  “Can we step onto the balcony, great one?”

  After another suspicious pause, he nodded. Turning towards the remaining temple guards, he pointed towards Alexa, “Free her now!” They obeyed. Addressing Eden, the deity ordered, “Leave us.”

  “Yes, great Aionios,” Eden responded, tilting her head towards the commander. The look on her face wasn’t joy. She silently thought, If Commander Grey serves Aionios’ wishes...he no longer serves mine. Continuing towards the exit, she lingered at the door’s edge. She knew what was in the syringe. The only question was if Alexa would be forced to receive it.

  Aionios and Fredrick stepped onto the balcony. The female medic kept her distance, hovering behind them.

  “Say what you came to say,” Aionios barked.

  “I’m supposed to tell you...that syringe is fille
d with feminine vitamins,” Fredrick quietly said.

  “I assume it is not,” Aionios declared.

  “No.”

  “What is it then?”

  “Birth control.”

  “Who ordered this blasphemy?”

  “The man who betrayed us both, great one. The man who promised to deliver us...is using us instead.”

  Anger tainted Aionios’ dark face. “Freedmen!”

  “Yes. He fears your power...fears your prophecy.”

  “Try to inject the woman...you die,” Aionios dared.

  “I don’t serve Freedmen. I worship you,” he said, bowing.

  Never having the outer guards bow to him, the narcissistic man absorbed the praise. Turning towards the female medic, Aionios asked, “And what of your friend there? Who does she worship?”

  A smirk crossed Commander Grey’s face. Turning towards the aid, he said, “Come here, girl.”

  Fear filled the medic’s face, seeing wickedness in their eyes. Backing away, she was blockaded by temple guards. She was shoved towards the two men.

  “As proof of my faith...I offer you this sacrifice,” he said. Commander Grey secured the clothed medic. Gripping her hair and back belt loop, he tossed her over the balcony. The birth control shot fell with her.

  A quick scream was silenced by a sharp thud. She landed upon the balcony, dead upon impact. Impressed by the brazen act, Aionios nodded. “I approve. Though I am worthy of a much greater trophy than a medic.”

  “Freedmen,” Fredrick said with a sly smile. “I can kill him.”

  “No. That honor is mine alone.”

  “Yes, great Aionios. One titan...slays another.”

  A rare smile shined from the deity. Nothing could’ve pleased him more. “Come,” he said, turning back inside. The golden haired Alexa awaited him on the bed. She was drugged and craving his seed. Her striking beauty was just another reason he’d never give her up. “Lure Freedmen here. It’s about time he bowed to his god.”