The Colony Box Set

by J. D. Grayson

  Part III-Prophecy

  One Week Later

  Another week expired with no word from Alexa. Dylan tried to bury his fear in hard work, focusing on his new czarship. The male citizens whacked at sandy soil, using their picks and shovels. Until that moment, Adam had played bad cop. While he wielded the whip, Mr. Hunter continued to inspire. Dylan motivated with words rather than abuse. That was about to change.

  Marco fell to the ground in pain, holding his leg. Dylan went to help him up, stopped by Adam’s hand. “I gave you a whip for a reason!” Adam chastised.

  Looking down at the weapon in his hands, Mr. Hunter replied, “To be used when necessary. It hasn’t been.”

  “I say it’s necessary now! Your lenience has made them soft, spoiled. The colony has a large shipment going out. These crops you see in the distance...they’ll be gone. I need results now. Teach him a lesson...the others will learn from.”

  “He’s hurt! What lesson is there in that? That they’re just tools...useful fucking idiots?”

  Adam leaned into Dylan’s face. “Exactly.”

  “And what shipment? I thought this food belonged to us all?” Dylan inquired.

  “You own nothing. Shut your mouth and do your job. No more questions!”

  A furious Mr. Hunter headed towards Marco. He leaned down to his friend. “Where does it hurt?”

  “My leg! I felt a pop in my calf...I think it’s just strained, not sure. I need the medic!”

  Dylan turned towards Adam. “You heard him. He needs the medic.”

  An angered Adam stomped towards the men. He shouted, “Who gives a shit what he says! If he goes to the medic...they all go to the medic! No workers...no food! No food...no life! Get him up and working...or I’ll beat you both!”

  Mr. Hunter’s teeth scraped in frustration. Fury filled his soul, as his hand grasped the whip. Standing tall, he helped Marco to his feet. Handing his friend the pickaxe, Dylan gave him space. Shaky and pained, the Hispanic man tried to keep his balance. Swinging the tool with force, Marco crashed again.

  “I’ll take his place,” Dylan said, dropping his whip to the ground. After moving Marco out of the way, Hunter swung at the dirt, not looking back. The other colonists shifted their eyes to the situation. They eagerly awaited the outcome. Their hope was on Dylan, bets on Adam.

  Within moments, the sound of a sharp whip filled the air. Dylan grunted, bending over in stinging pain. He remained standing. Refusing to fall, he began swinging again. Adam hurled another lashing, crackling Mr. Hunter’s back.

  Cringing, Dylan fought through it. He swung the axe again, inviting another whipping. Yet another round was exchanged. He refused to fall. Finally, a whipping to his head and cheek took him down. Writhing on the floor, he cooled the burning pain in unearthed dirt.

  Another scream filled the air. Forcing his sore eyelids open, Dylan gazed upon Marco. His injured calf was whipped directly. Screaming in pain, Marco rolled around. The blows kept coming.

  Dylan shouted, “Get up! Get up! He’ll kill you!” Lifting the injured worker to the knees, he placed the pick in-hands. He guided Marco in the motion of swinging while kneeling. Shaking with pain, the tanned man saw it possible. In his mind, he knew it was life or death. Dylan knew it too.

  Mr. Hunter gazed at his floor-bound whip. A decision was made. I’m gonna kill Adam. He quickly reached for it, as a whip lashing struck Dylan’s hand. Adam collected the whip, sensing rebellion. Adding insult to injury, the crop czar shouted, “You’ve been demoted. You’re not one of us after all. Dig with your hands.”

  A prideful look crossed Dylan’s face. He stepped back in line next to Marco, digging dirt with his nails. It wasn’t often, but he agreed with Adam. I’m not one of them...and I’m damn proud.

  *****

  As the men headed back through the dark forest, Adam stopped Dylan again. “Hunter...wait.”

  Dylan stopped, asking in a wiseass manner, “One more beating for fun?”

  Adam’s hand tightened upon his whip. However, he knew the watching eyes wouldn’t appreciate it. Pointing in the distance, a figure cloaked in gold silk awaited. Her curves were so tightly defined, it could only be one woman.

  “Eden,” Dylan said in shock.

  “She’s the only reason you’re still alive.”

  Ignoring the statement, Dylan made his way to her. As he arrived, she slowly lowered her hood. Her appearance awakened his desire. Denying her previous temptation was no easy task. Seeing her only made him want her more.

  “You’ve missed me, Dylan,” she said in a breathy voice. “I see it in your eyes.”

  “If I missed you...I would’ve returned,” he proclaimed.

  “The prophecy has yet to be fulfilled...there’s still time to strike. Though I must say I’m disappointed in your lack of trust.” She stroked a bead of sandy sweat from his chest. Taking a moment to savor her sensual touch, he rejected it. Unwilling to be denied, she moved towards his lips. Before making contact, she noticed the red lash on his cheek. “You’ve been punished.”

  “It’s just a work wound.”

  “Dylan, not only do you take me for a liar...but a fool too. I know you stood up to them again, it’s your nature...your destiny. Why must you keep denying us?”

  “My destiny is in the temple rock...she’ll come back to me. My wife and I will have a child. That’s my destiny. Not you...or Aionios.”

  He turned to walk away, as Eden said, “Alexa’s birth control shots have stopped...if it was ever effective to begin with. The woman I keep in chains...once carried his child. No longer.”

  Dylan paused in worry. “You’re lying!”

  “The day of reckoning will soon arrive. You won’t be able to deny my truth anymore. Though it’ll be too late...she’ll carry his heir. The prophecy will be fulfilled. We’ll all die.”

  “Then it’ll happen as the book says.”

  “It can be changed...you must know that! Why would you sacrifice everything for them? Dylan...you are a fighter. I see it in your eyes. Fight!”

  He exhaled in dispirited weakness. “If I attack...Alexa dies anyway.”

  “Not if you save her! What do you fear?”

  Anger filled Dylan’s face, as he grabbed Eden’s arms in a threatening manner. “What if she doesn’t want me? What if she’s happy in there...with him? What if...I’m just not what she wants.”

  A sly smirk crossed Eden’s face. “Then we’ll destroy them both...rule together. You’re not alone.”

  “There’s one problem with that.”

  “What?”

  “I trust you...less than I trust them,” he said, walking back towards the communal mansion.

  Eden shouted one last thing, before Dylan exited into the night. “Look in the education wing...like I told you. See my truth with your own eyes!” she dared.

  *****

  Another night of seed and ceremony was complete. Alexa was exiting total sanity. Losing control of her mind, she floated on a constant high. Rising to an unearthly plane, Dylan was a distant memory. He was so far gone from her haziness, she’d barely recognize him.

  Aionios was growing bored with her. The constantly wasted seed shamed him. Having always gotten his way, the man wouldn’t quit until Alexa’s life did. However, that didn’t mean his cravings for others would stop.

  Eden entered the temple rock, bowing to her deity. Oiled up in a fresh sheen, she looked downright divine. “You requested my presence, great Aionios?”

  “Bed...now!” he ordered.

  A smile crossed Eden’s lips. Alexa’s visible jealousy was apparent. The curvy blond was sickened by thoughts of replacement. Fighting her fogged mind, she formed a thought. If I don’t have his child...no one else will!

  The busty brunette joined Alexa on the bed. Mrs. Hunter scowled at her competition. Eden smirked. She leaned in, whispering, “Don’t worry...I’ll show you how to please him. Maybe his seed is awaiting me?”

  Aionios landed upon the bed. Grabbing both wome
n by their hair, he forced them upon his 12-inch monster. They immediately battled for supremacy. Their bodies clashed, tongues touched. Spinning in wet circles upon his shaft, they soaked his spear, fencing for cock control.

  They spanned the long dark phallus, stimulating every sensitive gland. The shared saliva invaded their taste buds, sampling each other’s sweetness. However, their goal wasn’t to please each other, but their master. Parting ways, Alexa slid upward, Eden downward.

  The blond bombshell swallowed the cock head, as her brunette competitor ingested the big balls. Alexa’s soft wet lips sunk down the shaft, devouring it into her throat. Eden simultaneously sucked the black marbles in her mouth. Both women met at the cock base, their lips touched.

  As Alexa deep-throated the massive rod, Eden continued her trip to Aionios’ nether world. Running a slick trail down the taint, the bronzed beauty rimmed the dark deity's anus.

  Aionios’ grunt filled the air, enjoying the dual pleasure. Though it was Eden’s expert edge that he craved again. Grabbing Alexa’s messed blond locks, he yanked her from him. Pushing her aside, he summoned his brunette sex doll. Gripping the goddess’ dark hair, he returned her to his cock.

  Squatting over him, Eden lubed the mushroom head along her slit. Passing her vaginal entrance, she went right for Aionios’ favorite spot. The forbidden orifice was only known to him.

  Sinking down upon it, she expertly relaxed all tension. Aionios’ dark tower disappeared inside her tight asshole. Eden’s thick cheeks devoured the deity's cock, strained hips formed a bubbly heart-shape. Having been denied the monstrous rod, her anal canal had to readjust to its owner.

  Alexa watched in drugged jealousy. She wanted to leap upon Eden, strangling her to death. Nothing would derail her chance at motherhood. In such a Paradox state, deepest desires were all that mattered. Everything else faded away. His seed was her true drug.

  A hot burn roared through Eden’s anal sanctuary. Her curved ass rose and crashed upon the cock, riding the strong man like a rodeo bull. Placing her manicured hands upon Aionios’ hardened chest, she hurled herself along the manly pole.

  Black hands slapped at her bouncing breasts, replaced by gripping fists. He squeezed and teased the mouthwatering mammaries. Aionios lifted and dropped Eden by her bountiful bulbs.

  Painful anal pleasure sent Eden into ecstasy. The familiar chaffing heat set her dark canal ablaze, enflaming every sensitive nerve within. She moaned in lust, trembling upon his endless erection. It was as if her anal virginity had returned.

  Suddenly, she was attacked by Alexa. The crazed blond knocked Eden off the black pedestal. They rolled off the bed, wrestling for control. Their sensual bodies rubbed together, as each tried to choke the other. Alexa yelled, “He’s mine! I’m the chosen one!”

  After a long laugh, Aionios was ready to continue his fling. Grabbed by her golden hair, Alexa was lifted back to the bed. “Guards!” the black man shouted. The red robed men approached, securing Alexa. The deity ordered, “Tie her hands and feet. Then, return her to my side. I want her to watch every moment...as punishment for her inability to conceive.”

  “No!” Alexa begged, as the temple guards flipped her around. The nude woman put up a struggle, though was no match for them. Her hands were forced behind her back, bound at the wrists. Next, her ankles were tied tightly.

  They returned the buxom blond beside her dark deity. “Gag her too!” he shouted, as they stuffed her mouth with cloth.

  Eden climbed back upon Aionios, aligning his cock to her ass. He had other plans. Wanting to teach Alexa a lesson, he claimed the vagina instead. The captive blond yanked at her bonds, muffling through the cloth. She was forced to watch sacred seed gifted to another.

  Aionios impaled Eden with his super spear. She moaned in the sweet slide. Leaping into quick action, she began riding him roughly. He gripped her dark hair, yanking it. The more it hurt, the better she felt.

  The brunette beauty’s eyes shifted to Alexa. Struggling to be freed, the sexy blond wiggled around. Her breasts jiggled, curves strained. A wicked smile crossed Eden’s lips.

  Her pleasure moans were overly animated, ensuring Alexa felt each one. The sex was so loud and hard, beads of spent love juice sprayed the captive’s body. Crashing down upon Aionios, Eden’s ovary oven baked.

  The goddess’ G-spot was squashed by the royal scepter. It sunk deeper with each landing. Aionios’ speared the cervix wall with might. Feeling the sensation in her stomach, Eden was awarded her second orgasm of the night.

  Aionios’ cock was choked from within. He sat upward, pressing Eden’s tanned breasts into his strong dark chest. He released his seed, firing thick streams inside her lavender lane. With every bodily shudder, Eden connected eyes with Alexa. Her taunting smirk grew larger with every new deposit. Of course, she knew she couldn’t get pregnant.

  Right as Aionios finished, he lifted Eden off him. Laying her upon her feminine back, he spread her legs. A helpless Alexa was forced to watch it seep out. He shouted, “You want my seed? Then conceive my heir! Stop failing me, woman!”

  “Great Aionios,” Eden said. “I’d be glad to return her rightful property...if it pleases you.”

  Mocking laughter sounded from Aionios. “It pleases me!” he shouted, yanking the cloth from Alexa’s dry mouth. Eden squatted over the captive’s head. Prying the blonde’s lips open, Eden spread her vaginal treat.

  Mrs. Hunter fed upon the shared juices. Her drugged mind craved it so badly, she drank like an ocean-dipped cloud. Still bound, she sucked like a HEPA-filtered vacuum, siphoning the milkshake like a sugar addict on Saturday night.

  Pleased by the attention, Eden smothered Alexa for a while. She neared another orgasm, as a guard entered the room. He shouted through his plastic mask, interrupting the sex act.

  A furious Aionios shouted, rising from the bed to strike the man. “How dare you interrupt me!”

  The temple guard dropped to his knees, holding out a paper. “I’m sorry, great one. The blood was tested...she is carrying your heir!”

  Eden gasped, removing herself from Alexa’s mouth.

  After swallowing her gift down, Alexa asked, “I’m pregnant?”

  “How can this be?” Aionios questioned, examining the results. “Her womb was protected.” The gravity of the moment suddenly hit him. He dropped the paper, letting it float to the ground. “She truly is the chosen one. The prophecy...has been fulfilled! Untie her!” he shouted.

  The red robed guards cut the binds. Aionios confusion was replaced by pure elation. Alexa had received the same placebo that Jenna Smith did. The deity didn’t know, nor did it matter.

  A frightened Eden awaited her fate. She knew the golden text called for a week of hedonism before sacrifice. However, Aionios would ultimately decide that. He turned to Eden, pointing at her in dramatic effect, “Prepare to be cleansed by fire! Leave us...await my next command!”

  Eden exited the bed, dropping upon her knees at Aionios’ feet. “Please great Aionios...let me live amongst you...serve you both!”

  Two temple guards grabbed her, dragging the buxom brunette to the exit. They opened it, tossing her onto the crosswalk. The door was shut. It was official, Eden would soon be sacrificed.

  *****

  Dr. Freedmen’s floatplane glided across clear blue waters. As he was boated towards the island’s eastern shore, he gazed upon his empire. His father may have birthed it, though Raymond delivered it.

  “Sir,” Commander Grey saluted his boss, wading out to pull the boat on shore. Fredrick reported Alexa’s pregnancy, prompting the therapist’s visit. An ally to both sides, it wasn’t apparent to which one he’d serve.

  Stepping upon black sands, Freedmen was dressed in a buttoned shirt, slacks and leather shoes. He immediately addressed the commander, “Has word of the pregnancy spread yet?”

  “No sir. It’s contained to the temple walls. I have my men listening to the sheep closely, ensuring nothing’s leaked. After you’re settled...I’ll lead you
in.”

  “I’ll go now.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Bring an armed team with us...your most loyal men. He’ll either give up Mrs. Hunter...or die. I have a replacement deity already being prepared.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  *****

  The temple door opened to the golden palace. Commander Grey led with an AK-47. He encountered a wall of five robed guards. They stared at him with plastic blankness. Bladed staffs in hand, they were prepared for a fight.

  Dr. Freedmen entered behind the commander. Three camo-wearing guards followed him, also armed to the teeth.

  “What is the purpose of this?” Dr. Freedmen shouted angrily. His voice echoed off the shined walls. No answer came. He yelled at the temple guards, “I own this place! I feed, clothe, house, and pay you! I can go where I want!” he shouted, stepping up to the immovable men. “I demand to see Aionios now!”

  The deep voice sounded, body blocked from sight. “You wish to see me...or control me?”

  “Aionios...tell these men to move. I own them...damn it, I own you!”

  The deity laughed loudly, his deep voice echoing. “From this throne...it appears it is I...who own you. Step aside guards...let the peon pay homage,” he ordered.

  Temple guards cleared a path to Aionios. The deity sat tall upon his golden throne. A disturbed Dr. Freedmen slowly approached. Commander Grey followed, his men guarded the exit.

  Raymond suspiciously said, “It’s been a while since we last met...friend.”

  Ignoring Raymond’s fake words, Aionios shouted, “I’m not your friend...I’m your god! Bow to me!”

  “You arrogant prick! It’s about time you learned the truth. I am your god! I created you...plucked you off that hellhole continent, corrupt country! All the bullshit about you being ageless...immortal...it’s all a lie. You should be bowing to me!”

  Anger filled Aionios face. He stood up from his throne, showing off his 6’4 frame. “On your knees!” he shouted in intimidating fury.

  Dr. Freedmen’s neck was suddenly grabbed from behind. He was forced upon his knees in submission. Unable to see his assailant, he strained in pain. His head was shoved towards the floor. The longer he was held in place, the more humiliated he felt. For an arrogant man like himself, no pain was worse.