The Colony Box Set

by J. D. Grayson

  As a second spanking was administered, Eden’s body naturally began to push. Her legs spread wider, fighting to stay upright. The prior load spilled from her. Seeing the spunk’s sweet escape, the Asian woman dropped to her knees. Spreading the exotic goddess’s vaginal slit, she snuck in from behind.

  Bathing herself in the salty aphrodisiac, the Asian beauty sucked and lapped the cum cocktail. Mixed with Eden’s feminine juices and the bald man’s savory sperm, she fixed her lips to the hole.

  Placing her soft hands upon Eden’s hips, the hungry citizen sucked the goddess like a thick shake. She couldn’t siphon enough to satisfy her growing craving. When the flow finally stopped, the feminine Asian plunged her tongue into the fruity flume. Lapping up every last drop, the wet tongue spun inside the curvy exotic.

  About to drown in Eden’s ocean, the Asian female was yanked away. She was tossed to the ground by the black man, as he claimed the pink castle for himself. With a ten-inch cock, he was no Aionios, though impressively large nonetheless.

  Spreading Eden’s round ass cheeks, he lubed the slide with saliva. Offering no foreplay, the black citizen aimed right for the asshole. Crashing her sphincter with his dark mushroom, the bulbous head popped the anal ring. The raven-haired goddess was forced into a second moan.

  Pushing with all his might, the man’s snake impaled Eden’s cave. Dark balls smacked her cheeks, cock-head invaded her colon. The goddess hugged the wooden pole harder, round breasts bubbled outward in pressure. Her body stiffened in tight definition, curves tightened to plaster-like perfection.

  The black man withdrew, plunging back in for sadistic kicks. Gripping Eden’s feminine hips, he banged her ass unmercifully. More moans exited her lungs, as the 10-inch weapon heated her anal cauldron. As the minutes went by, his aggression increased. Banging her round cheeks so hard, his chest crashed her back. With every landing, Eden’s soft body was slammed harder into the wooden pole.

  Her spread vaginal lips also smacked the surface, clit punished by stiff pounds. Moving in quick attacks, the citizen stung her anal nerves. The deeper he went, the more she burned with backend desire.

  Nearing her breaking point, she looked over at Aionios. A large smile crossed his face, seeing her disgraced and defiled one last day. She saw his 12-inch cock stiffen to a snapping point.

  The look in his eyes was beyond lust. He craved her ultimate destruction. It wasn’t a rush of sexual pleasure, but one of pure power. In fact, the whole prophecy would ease the emptiness he’d felt since childhood. Raised a god, he was ruled by his minders like a slave. The day had finally come to take that power, using it to quench his thirst for revenge.

  Sensing his desire, Eden hugged the wooden beam tighter. Her body stiffened, though her stubbornness was most rigid. As the black cock slammed her anal avenue, she gritted her teeth, banishing all pleasure from mind and body.

  Determined to break her, the black man pushed himself to the edge of exhaustion. He fucked her so hard, he nearly felt his cock break. However, it was his stamina that broke first. Anger and shamed, he grunted into the evening air. Thick loads of white cream doused her canal.

  Spurts filled Eden, though her face stayed stiff and unbreakable. As the black man was forced away, a blond woman arrived. After administering a blistering spanking, she dropped to her knees, spreading the brunette goddess’ ass cheeks.

  The blonde’s tongue tickled the taint, licking the load above. Rimming Eden’s gaped ass, she slowly penetrated the sweet orifice. Siphoning the spunk from deep within, she savored the succulent stew.

  Nearing another orgasmic unraveling, Eden rubbed her face against the pole’s surface. Her breath sped, heart rate followed. As the blond citizen made oral love to the anus, the brunette goddess scraped the beam with her fingernails. Leaving scratch marks upon the surface, she held off from orgasm.

  Dylan watched from inside the temple, momentarily forgetting about his drugged wife. From her lack of response, it was clear she’d already forgotten him. Instead, he focused on Eden’s incredible sexual fortitude.

  One by one, combinations of 46 racially diverse men and women took turns with Eden. Half the men penetrated her overflowing snatch. The other half used her gaping asshole. Her glorious holes stayed tight and fresh for everyone. Each male delivered a full seeding, women ingested it. By the line’s end, the exotic beauty shook with weakness, but remained standing. She’d won her battle with orgasm, denying the deity victory.

  As the last citizen returned to the beach, Aionios made another announcement. “The time has come, citizens! Eden shall be sacrificed!”

  The crowd’s roar filled the air. As the goddess looked back at Dylan, a look of disappointment filled her eyes. His attention returned to Alexa. She turned her head towards Aionios’, holding up the flame.

  Inside the temple, Dylan realized his time was up. Lifting Alexa in his arms, he squeezed and shook her desperately. With no response, he smacked her face. Removing his mask, their eyes met. She gasped deeply, as a look of terror filled her eyes.

  “Yes, Alexa,” Dylan confirmed. “It’s really me. It’s your husband!”

  *****

  Although only 10 minutes had past, crucial life had spilled from the Canadian redhead. Dizzy and weak, Lilly yanked the gas mask from her nose. Still hazed, she paused to steady herself. She freed her straps. As captive pressure was released from her swollen belly, a gush of fluid rushed out. Much of it was red.

  The more she regained control of her mind, the faster her heart sped. Her blood flow increased with each beat. Marco’s frantic door pounding returned to her ears. She rolled off the gurney. Crashing to the tile floor, she didn’t have the strength to walk.

  Dragging herself forward, memories and past thoughts played in her mind. She remembered the couple’s winter wonderland wedding in Winnipeg. There were the endless hockey games cheering on the Jets. Her warmest memory was making love in a natural hot spring, snowflakes sprinkling from above.

  Lilly neared the door as their memories turned darker. She remembered first seeing the local therapist, who set them on the island path. The couple had drifted in all areas of life, headed for divorce. All the redhead wanted was to save her marriage. In a way, she did save it for a while. She had no idea her life would end in spite of it.

  Mustering every ounce of energy within, she reached the door. A thick trail of blood remained in her wake. Her arms trembled with fear and exhaustion. Past the point of exhaustion, she reached her destination.

  Her shaking hand reached the bolted lock. Grasping it, she fought to find the energy. After a few failed attempts, she forced it open. Collapsing for her efforts, Marco rushed inside.

  “Lilly!” he shouted, seeing her in a pool of spent life. Tears streamed his tanned face, lifting the pale redhead into his strong arms. Holding her head in his hands, he shouted, “Stay with me! Stay alive!”

  “It’s too late for me,” she whispered, fighting her fading energy.

  “No! No! I won’t let it happen! I won’t let you die!” he shouted, plugging her gaping wound with his hands. The pressure only seeped more. “Fuck!” He stood, searching the place frantically. “There must be something around to close the wound!”

  “Marco!” Lilly shouted, recapturing his attention. “Our baby! Forget me...Go after them! Get her back!”

  In his panic, he was so worried about his wife, he forgot about his child. Rushing towards Lilly, he knelt at her side. “They took the baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where?”

  “I don’t know. They exited out that back door...just minutes ago! There’s still time!”

  “What about you?”

  “It’s over for me.”

  “No, it’s not!” he shouted, returning to his search.

  “Marco,” Lilly’s said in her most passionate of tones.

  Recognizing the sincerity in her voice, he turned back towards his fading wife. “I’m not ready to lose you.” The dispirited man slowly kneeled at her
side. He held her cold hands.

  “Save our daughter. She’ll live on...for me.”

  “Daughter? It’s a girl?”

  A smile crossed Lilly’s pale, drained face. “A girl...just like we wanted. She’s so beautiful...and if you hurry...you can still hold her.”

  More tears streamed Marco’s face. “I want to die with you. The end’s coming for us all anyway.”

  “You have to understand. This place...is not what they promised. It was all a lie. Our child’s not going to be educated...she’ll be sold.”

  Fury filled Marco’s face. “I’ll get her back.”

  “A redheaded nurse...freed me from the bed. I believe she’s good. Appeal to her heart...beg her to see your pain,” Lilly whispered, as her eyes began to flutter.

  He held her head in his hands, staring in her fading green eyes. Leaning inward, he placed his lips to hers. “I love you.”

  With one last breath, she said, “I love you...both.” Her eyes went blank, Marco gently shut them.

  He stood, gazing at the other two breeders. They were both dead. His grief turned to blazing anger. Exiting the door, he went to the cliff’s edge. From the sky, a float plane had landed out in the ocean.

  On the beach below, The team of medics rushed towards it, slowed by three glass incubators and thick black sands. No longer caring about death or thereafter, the furious Marco ran towards the cliff trail below.

  If nothing else, he swore to get revenge.

  *****

  The citizen’s cheers reached a fevered pitch. They ached to watch Eden burn alive. Waiting at the shore’s edge, they focused on the temple rock’s balcony. Aionios held the burning torch high, letting his worshippers stew in excitement. A used and defeated Eden shut her eyes, forced to accept the inevitable. For all she’d done to survive, it failed.

  She thought of her beloved pythons, left unfed. They’d eventually eat each other, as snakes do to survive. A rare tear rimmed her eye, as the reptiles were the only true family she’d ever had. They were the only creatures that ever cared back.

  Then she thought of Jenna Smith, chained inside the lair. A smidgen of rare compassion filled the mortal goddess, thinking of a sobered blond captive starving to death. It would be a torturous fate.

  As the flame touched the fire pit’s outer-ring, Eden’s own death took precedence. Strokes of fire rose high, bringing joy to the drugged hearts of the colonists. Fear struck the curvy brunette’s face, as she hugged the wooden pole tighter.

  In preparation, Aionios had ordered the flammables to be layered. He ensured it would burn slowly, crawling towards her in a cruel dance. She’d soon be cooked like tender pork. Eden shut her eyes. Even without sight, she could feel the heat increasing.

  As one ring burned away, flames jumped to another flammable layer. A swift wind blew, teasing the brunette with fire. Like the taunting finger of death, the hot red sea flickered at her skin. The first stroke stung her, causing a verbal reaction.

  Aionios’ bright smile shined, deep laughter sounded. He was more erect than ever, seeing great fear on such a temperate woman. It made him feel power only imagined in fantasies. He felt like the god he thought he was.

  The next ring burned, creeping closer to the brunette beauty. An overwhelming heat began to cook her. Panic struck. She broke down, shedding tears and sweat. Aionios began stroking himself in cruel lust. As pops of spit ash stung Eden’s skin, more flames scorched her flesh. Cricking her neck back, Dylan remained occupied. With nothing left to lose, she shouted, “Dylan!”

  Inside the temple, Mr. Hunter was locked into Alexa’s blank gaze. He didn’t even hear Eden’s voice. However, Alexa did. She blinked, breaking her blank stare. Hope crossed Dylan’s face. “You remember me!”

  Tears came to Alexa’s eyes, as she pushed her husband away. She shouted, “He’s trying to take my baby!”

  Dylan gasped in shock, backing away in sickness. A million thoughts infected his mind, though there was one which poisoned it. My worst fear has come true. She’s rejecting me for Aionios.

  “Help me!” she shouted again, true fear plaguing her. She looked upon him as an intruder to her life’s dream, threat to her unborn’s safety. Although Dylan didn’t know it, Alexa didn’t see her husband there. Her warped mind only processed the most basic needs, desires. At the moment, Dylan Hunter wasn’t one of them.

  “What’s going on here?” Commander Grey entered from the balcony with the other red guards. Focusing on Dylan’s unmasked face, he recognized it. Having seen the man during Gunner Smith’s escape, he remembered him well. Pairing Dylan and Alexa together, the connection was made. “Hunter! I knew you’d be trouble the night you arrived.”

  Mr. Hunter stood, bladed staff in hand. If I can’t have Alexa, then live or die...nothing matters anymore, he silently thought.

  “Dylan...help me!” Eden shouted from the balcony again. The flames were inches from engulfing her flesh.

  Realizing he gave Eden his word, he decided to fight on. Mr. Hunter charged the line of guards. Slicing through one of the red-cloaked men, Dylan crashed to the ground. Freeing his staff, Mr. Hunter stabbed another guard through the stomach.

  The three remaining guards descended upon Dylan. All of them jabbed their bladed staffs at once, forcing Hunter to form a blocking defense. The mere force knocked his weapon from hands. The red guards kicked him with their steel-toed boots.

  Aionios entered, announcing, “He dares to disgrace my temple, today of all days! Blaspheme! He shall burn beside Eden!”

  Commander Grey returned to Aionios’ side, excited to see the addition. The temple guards dragged Dylan to the balcony. Arriving at the sacrificial pit, flames towered over Eden’s head, flowing like orange waves. As the fire reached the third ring, only one more remained. Her pouring sweat sizzled upon skin, scent of smoked flesh filled the air.

  Aionios laughed loudly. “Toss him in the flames,” he ordered.

  Fear plagued Dylan’s face, Eden’s showed defeat. The three remaining guards grasped Mr. Hunter’s arms. Aiming him towards the fiery pit, they prepared to toss him in, burn him alive.

  *****

  The child-incubators were loaded onto a dinghy, doctors and nurses joined them. They pushed off the black sands, seeing Marco gaining in the distance. “He’s coming!” a worried nurse yelled.

  “Faster!” a doctor shouted, straining every muscle to power the ore. With each forward stroke, the hell-bent husband gained ground. By the time the medic team arrived at the float plane, Marco reached the shoreline. Diving into the surf, he tore through water like a shark towards blood.

  “Go!” a doctor shouted, as the engine was started up. The medical team quickly climbed into the aircraft’s cabin. As the last doctor was still climbing in, the plane slowly progressed forward.

  Marco’s hand burst up from watery depths, grasping the plane’s floats as propulsion began. Dragged with the aircraft, he hurled himself to the cabin door. Right before it was shut, a tanned hand blocked it. Fingers were lodged in between, Marco felt no pain. Adrenaline and fury overrode all senses.

  The medical crew screamed, seeing the door forced open. A saturated Marco leapt into the cabin. Standing tall and vengeful, he shouted, “Which of you cut my wife?”

  They remained quiet, unwilling to answer. Marco was suddenly knocked off his feet. The plane ascended into the air. “You’ll never know,” a masked doctor taunted.

  Marco gazed at the incubators. Faint outlines of newborn children were visible within. Suddenly, the click of a gun’s hammer sounded from behind. Marco turned towards the pilot, seeing the weapon aimed at him.

  “You’ll have to exit the plane, son,” the pilot said.

  Realizing he was done for, Marco thought, My daughter won’t be sold! Leaping at the pilot, the strong Hispanic man knocked the gun to the floor. Already in midair, the plane began a rapid descent. The steering yoke was forced downward, headed for a watery death. The pilot shouted, “Give him what he wants! We’ll all
die!”

  “He’s the one!” the redheaded nurse shouted, pointing at the loudmouthed doctor.

  Marco released his hold on the pilot, allowing the plane to be leveled. Securing the weak .22 caliber gun, he checked the ammo clip. It held 8 bullets. He ordered the pilot, “Turn the plane back towards the island...hug the shoreline. Fly low.”

  “Fine,” the pilot answered.

  A furious Marco approached the accused doctor. The white-coated man shook, begging, “Sir, I was ordered to do it. Don’t shoot me!”

  “I won’t,” Marco said, placing the gun to another doctor’s head. After firing an angled bullet into his body, he shot the other second doctor. The man who killed Lilly remained alive.

  “Nurse...scalpel,” Marco calmly ordered.

  The redheaded nurse quickly opened the bag, handing over the blade.

  “What are you gonna do?” the doctor asked in fear.

  “Let you die slowly...exactly like my wife,” Marco shouted, pinning the doctor in his seat. Marco placed the blade at the doctor’s belly button. Digging deep within, he sliced through cloth and skin, performing a rough C-section of his own.

  The screaming doctor was neutered, bleeding quickly. Marco tossed him from the plane, into the shallow salt water. “How’s that feel?” He then placed the gun upon the other two nurses, quickly shooting both. Aiming at the redhead, he said, “Give me the baby.”

  The redhead opened the incubator, as a newborn cry filled the air. As the nurse carefully lifted a beautiful baby girl, it stopped crying. She was gentle, rocking the child like only a mother could. After whispering sweet nothings to the girl, she handed it to Marco.

  As he held the delicate child, her eyes opened wide. Gazing upon each other, Marco burst into tears. At that moment, he realized, I can’t raise her. I won’t even leave this place alive. Knowing what he had to do, he brought the child’s head to his lips. Then he looked back at the nurse.

  Gazing back at him, the nurse spoke in a heartfelt manner. “Please, I don’t care about my life...I’ve got nothing in this world, no one. Think about the baby. This island is no place for a child. I was brought here to assist in delivery...not kidnapping and murder. I beg you, let me raise her...give her a life...better than this.”