The Colony Box Set

by J. D. Grayson

  Marco paused, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. He looked down at the baby again, absorbing her essence. It was Lilly staring back. Knowing he had to give her up, Marco handed her to the redheaded nurse.

  The nurse’s hands shook, feeling Marco shake upon her touch. “Thank you...so much. For both our sakes,” she tearfully said.

  He placed the gun to the pilot’s head, threatening, “You take her back to America...she walks away with the baby. You understand?”

  “I do. They pay me to fly...nothing more!”

  Turning back towards the nurse, he handed her the bloody scalpel. “If he breaks his word...slit his throat.”

  She nodded.

  “Take care of her. Make sure...she’s loved.”

  “I will,” she said, as Marco turned towards the cabin’s edge. “Wait! What was your wife’s name? They never told me names.”

  “Lilly.”

  A smile crossed her face, as she stared down at the baby. “You hear that...little girl? You just got a name. Lilly.”

  Inner-peace came over Marco. He turned back towards the door, seeing the low-flying plane hover shallow waters. Jumping out, he disappeared from his daughter's life forever.

  *****

  Aionios shouted, “Burn him already!”

  The guards flung Dylan towards the blazing inferno. Before they let go of him, an unexpected sound filled the air. In fact, it had never been heard by Colonists on the island. It was a gunshot.

  Mr. Hunter leapt through the flame wall. Attention was quickly turned away from Dylan. They scanned the beach for the perpetrator. Seeing the crowd scatter in madness, it only distracted everyone more. To the colonists’ drugged ears, the sound was amplified tenfold.

  “Who the hell has a gun on premises?” Fredrick Grey asked.

  “Is it one of your men?” Aionios questioned suspiciously.

  “No sir. Mr. Freedmen banned weapons on citizen grounds. I uphold that rule. It’s not one of mine.”

  “Then who would possess such a death wish?” Aionios shouted in annoyance.

  Dylan landed on unburned ground, red cloak floating in air. Grabbing hold of Eden, he stopped from falling into the flames. Igniting a bang, all attention returned to the sacrifice. Mr. Hunter quickly unveiled his guard-belt dagger, slicing Eden’s binds.

  She momentarily fainted from the heat, smoke inhalation, and body position. Dylan caught her in his arms, lifting her in a cradle carry. After one last gaze back, he shouted loudly. “Alexa! I’ll never give up on you!” He leapt through the opposite firewall, towards the balcony’s edge.

  “He’s escaping...you useless fools!” Aionios shouted furiously.

  Looking downward, black night waters stared back. The temple guards charged the couple, bladed staffs in attack position.

  “Jump,” a weak Eden said.

  Right before being struck with a guard blade, Dylan leapt from the balcony with Eden in his arms. The two separated in midair, disappearing into a frothy ocean.

  Commander Grey shouted into his radio. “We have two targets...one male, one female, both brunettes. One is the sacrifice herself. Dead or alive...bring them back!”

  Another gunshot echoed through air, startling Aionios. Marco appeared down below. Charging in blind anger, he shot a camouflaged guard. Arriving at the golden pathway, a temple guard blocked the entrance, lunging at the tanned man. One bullet later, the red cloak crashed to the ground.

  An enraged Marco charged into the temple. Making his way inside, he ran for the balcony. Aionios screamed, “Kill him, damn you!”

  The three temple guards attacked. Marco pulled the trigger, though an empty clink sounded. Those three guards stood between Aionios and violent revenge. However, it would never come.

  One blade tore through Marco’s chest, two more in his stomach. As he dropped to his knees, the red guards withdrew their weapons. Bleeding heavily, Marco rose again, lunging for Aionios. Cut apart, he was ended by another round of brutal stabbings.

  “Who is that man? Why does he do this?” Aionios asked.

  “I don’t know,” Commander Grey said. “But I’ll be damn sure to find out.”

  Aionios ordered, “I want the sacrificial whore returned! Her body will burn...alive or dead! Have men search her lair! Also...bring me her vile pets!”

  Part IV-Reunion

  Gunner Smith crept through the dark woods, black sword in-hand. The Brit left Jonny “Rudd” Rudder and the other escapees behind. With every step closer to The Colony’s gate, the muscular blond questioned his decision to attack more. Am I fecking nuts? What good will I do Jenna if I’m dead?

  However, no help was coming. His two choices were to let his wife die or risk his own life. Even if he chose to hide in the cave, he’d never forgive himself for such cowardice. The choice was made, he’d see it through to the end.

  Nearing the electrical entrance, he watched his back for savages. Having heard creeping in the woods, he watched the ground. Knowing they could spring up from a lava tube, he wasn’t going to be anyone’s meal.

  A louder noise sounded in the distance. Dropping to the fern-covered ground, Gunner lay dead still. The trampling neared, as Mr. Smith prepared to strike. Nothing would burn anger like a few decapitations.

  As the footsteps approached, stillness filled the air. Gunner popped up. He swung his Obsidian sword at two wet people. Right before the sharp glass made contact, Mr. Smith recognized the faces. The blade barely stopped at Dylan’s salty neck.

  The two men zoned on each other. They both said, “You!”

  “Gunner...right?” Dylan asked, seeing the Union Jack and swords tattoo.

  “Yank?”

  “Yes...or Dylan Hunter to non-limeys. Anyway, we escaped...swam out into the ocean...past the underwater gates. We nearly drowned.”

  “You bitch!” Gunner suddenly shouted in fury.

  “The limey thing offended you?” Dylan asked.

  “He’s referring to me,” Eden said with a proud smirk. “It’s more of an acquired title...than a name. One I cherish.”

  Whack! Gunner’s fist struck Eden’s stomach. He raised his sword to slice her head.

  Dylan jumped in front of her. “You know better than to...decapitate a lady.”

  “She’s no fecking lady, mate. She’s as slimy as those serpents. Step outta the way.”

  “She’s with us now...on our side,” Dylan argued.

  “This bitch is on her own side...no one else’s. She’s responsible for my wife’s torture!”

  Eden cut in, “And for keeping her alive.”

  Gunner spit in Eden’s face. “But wishing she were dead! Kept in those chains!”

  Wiping away the liquid insult, she arrogantly asked, “That’s the gratitude I get...for keeping her safe, housed, fed, and breathing?”

  Fury filled Mr. Smith, as he shoved Dylan out of his path. Lifting the blade, he readied to slay the cause of his misery. “Let’s see how hole-y you are when I’m done with ya!”

  “But if you kill me...you’ll never know who fucked your chained wife,” she said, turning her gaze towards Dylan.

  Inches before Gunner’s blade made contact, he diverted it, smashing a rock in two. His anger only burned hotter, turning his aim towards Dylan. “You bastard!”

  Mr. Hunter backed away. “How could I know whose wife she was? I barely knew of your existence! Eden offered your wife to me...as payment for doing her dirty work! Just like she did for the others!”

  A torn Smith returned his fury towards Eden, ready to cut her again.

  Eden quickly continued her divisive pitch. “She whispered your name in Dylan’s ear,” she calmly convinced Gunner. “He knew.” Turning the table for survival’s sake was her specialty.

  “That was after I came in her!” he shouted.

  “You came inside my wife?” Gunner shouted at Dylan, returning full anger towards the dark-haired man. Eden knew that alpha jealousy trumped all male emotions.

  Dylan continued his backward march
, “Look, man...you said it yourself...she’s a snake. She kept your wife as a sex slave...drugged, chained up in all crazy positions. Don’t buy her mind games. Don’t let her fool you like everyone else in her web!”

  Eden kept talking, sticking close to the two men. “Oh Dylan, tell him how soft her pussy felt...how tight her ass was as you fucked it. Tell him how sweet her lips tasted,” she said in a seductively evil voice.

  “You fecking kissed her?” Gunner shouted, tossing his sword aside. Wanting a fair fight, Mr. Smith pumped his fists. He charged Dylan, knocking them both to the ground. The two men struggled for control, blocking each other’s blows. A few fists flew, though no dominance was gained.

  Rolling across rock and fern covered grounds, they bumped trees and large outcrops. The brawl continued for a good 10 minutes, no one achieving victory. Huffing for breath, they came to a dead stop. Staring over at Eden, she laughed loudly. Proud satisfaction masked her face, having transferred the blame onto someone else.

  After studying the smirk, Gunner asked, “She thinks it’s funny? Get the bitch!” He lunged for her. Dylan followed, as Eden ran through the forest. It only took moments for the men to catch her foot, pummeling her curvy body to the ground. Smith gave her a hard kick in the ass. Mr. Hunter held her down by the long hair.

  Dylan yanked hard on the raven strands, Gunner slapped her face. The trouble-making temptress taunted back, “That’s foreplay to me. Is that all you’ve got, boys?”

  “You wanna know what it feels like to be a captive whore?” Gunner asked. He forced her legs open violently, spitting into her wet holes. Dylan’s free hand reached downward, slapping her between the legs. Her tender flesh stung, smacked skin echoed through the air. Every degrading moment was meant to punish her. Unfortunately, she only craved more.

  Without warning, Gunner rammed her ass cheeks with force. Eden cried out, feeling Smith’s bulbous head split her backend slit. The Brit’s spear was squeezed into her asshole. It popped her tight anal ring, stretching her wide.

  Dylan pried Eden’s jaw open. He smacked his stiff cock against her face, taking his own revenge for her betrayal. Like Gunner, Hunter’s spear showed no mercy. Jammed in her mouth, it was quick and cruel. The tongue wasn’t even touched. Dylan’s thick head plugged her throat, sliding deeper with each moment. Her moans were gagged, breath denied.

  Forced inward by her thighs, Eden’s ass was thrust into Gunner’s cock. Crashing within, Smith pounded the dark cavern. Not only was he buried to the cock’s base, but beyond. His balls had even partly entered.

  Squatting over the exotic brunette’s face, Dylan’s 9-inches disappeared into Eden’s mouth. She was rendered breathless, ball-punched in the chin. The act of tea-bagging would’ve successfully humiliated her, if she hadn’t neared asphyxiation. Just before she’d pass out, he’d offer a moment’s mercy. Then he’d orally spear her deeper.

  Having fully conquered her ass, Gunner wasn’t satisfied. Pausing his pounding motion, he slid two fingers into her vaginal valley. Then, he added two more. Feeling her body begin to twitch, he taunted, “I’m only gettin’ started, you twat!” Adding his thumb, all five digits were in her velvet canal, cock still in her ass.

  The goddess’ body stiffened in disbelief. Dylan continued his oral assault. His rhythmic pumping banged her throat, juices dripped down her chin. He yanked her raven hair harder, making her pores rise. Eden’s mouth tightened upon Dylan’s cock. His balls smacked her face, her teeth gashed him.

  Simultaneously, Gunner was up to his wrist in wetness. He positioned himself to keep his cock in her ass, while fisting her. The double penetration stretched her like never before.

  Both men grunted into the night air, firing dual loads in the exotic goddess. As one big gulp filled her throat, the other sprayed her flaming anus. Gunner kept his fist pumping throughout.

  He felt Eden’s snatch tighten, nearing orgasmic spasm. As he made eye contact with Dylan, they both began to laugh. In their greatest act of revenge, they withdrew from her orifices. Left soaked, stretched, and unsatisfied, the exotic goddess was denied. “No! You can’t just stop...cruel monsters!”

  Dylan broke into loud laughter, though Gunner went oddly quiet and tense. Suddenly, he lunged for his black glassy sword. In a fierce shout, he stabbed downward towards Eden’s beautiful face.

  The woman screamed in high-pitched terror. She shut her eyes, expecting to die. Hearing the blade cut flesh, she assumed death was upon her. Opening her eyes, she turned to see the black weapon through a savage’s head.

  Another cannibal leapt at Smith from behind, trapping him in savage arms. Unable to wield his sword, he was helpless to break away. Luckily for him, it bit the head, stopped from total penetration by Gunner’s skull.

  Although unsure what he was witnessing, Dylan charged the cannibal. A hand reached up from the deep ferns, tripping Mr. Hunter to the floor. Rising from a lava pit beneath, the red-faced native leapt upon Dylan’s back.

  Sharp teeth lodged into Hunter’s shoulder, causing him to wince in pain. He hurled a backward elbow to the savage’s stomach. As the enemy was flipped, they wrestled for control. One fought for life, the other for flesh.

  With no one else to help, Eden saw a chance to win favor. She ran to Gunner, shouting, “Toss me the sword!”

  “I’d rather be eaten!” Gunner shouted, straining to break free.

  “At least let me save Dylan!” she shouted.

  Feeling the teeth dig into skull bone, Smith had no choice. “You cut me...I’ll come back from the dead!” he shouted, flinging his glassy weapon to Eden’s feet. Taking it in her hands, she enjoyed the power. Seeing her reflection in the black glass, she paused in vanity. “It’s not a fecking mirror! Kill this damn thing!”

  Approaching Gunner, Eden swung directly at both men. Yanking himself from the savage’s teeth, Smith tilted his neck downward. The blade lopped the cannibal’s head off, closely skimming Gunner’s.

  As the attacker’s body and head fell, Gunner ripped the sword from Eden’s hands. “The king’s henchmen made cleaner cuts!”

  “Oops,” she said in an insincere way.

  “Give me the fucking sword!” Dylan shouted, holding the jaws of death back by inches.

  Gunner slid the sword across the ground, right into Mr. Hunter’s hand. Grasping the handle tightly, Dylan lunged the sword up through the savage’s throat, piercing the other side.

  Soaked in blood, Hunter shoved the cannibal off. Eden approached, staring at the clay covered heads. “I’ve heard about them...just never seen one before,” she said.

  Dylan looked equally as disturbed, “What are they?”

  Gunner began laughing. He put his foot on the savage’s head, yanking his sword out. After the weapon was freed, a seeping skull remained. “Your new neighbors,” he answered, heading back towards the shore.

  “Where are you going?” Dylan asked.

  “I’ve seen enough action for one night, mate...my attack can wait another.”

  “Attack?” Dylan asked in hope. “You have...help? People? An army?”

  “Nope, none of those things. I have, me...it’s all I need,” he said. “But...knowing Jenna’s alive...I have more time to plan.”

  “There is no time,” Dylan said.

  “Why not?”

  Eden cut in, “The prophecy has been fulfilled. Dylan’s wife...conceived Aionios’ heir. The reaping is upon us.”

  “You mean...like Jenna did? Before you killed her baby?” he asked in anger.

  “It would’ve been my death...your death...all our deaths! I saved us,” she exclaimed.

  “Spare me the shite and piss off,” Gunner said, heading back to the shore.

  “You have shelter?” Dylan asked.

  “I do. There are others,” he said. “They’re like us...just grayer.”

  “Can we come?” Dylan added.

  Gunner paused in thought. “No. You can come. We...can spend the night out here. That colony trash can go feck the savag
es,” he said walking on.

  “I saved your life!” she shouted.

  “Guess you should’ve saved the effort,” Gunner said back.

  Eden looked at Dylan, giving him a guilt-filled stare. “You’re not going to leave me out here alone...are you?”

  He paused in deep thought, knowing she couldn’t be trusted. “I’ll let you know in the morning,” he said. Both men walked away, leaving her behind.”

  Anger crossed Eden’s face, watching them walk away. Being no quitter, she wasn’t about to give up.

  *****

  “That’s not what I wanted!” Aionios shouted. He sat on his golden throne, a drenched red cloak was set at his feet. No one was inside it.

  A humbled Commander Grey said, “It’s all my men were able to find, great Aionios. The escapees must’ve drowned in high tide. Men are combing the seas as we speak.”

  “Then I want their bloated...water-puffed bodies lain at my feet!” Aionios shouted. “I’ll accept nothing less. The sacrificial whore will be burned at the stake as written! I want search efforts doubled! Have the citizens been corralled again?”

  “They have, sir,” the commander said. “May I suggest an air search? The aircraft is an effective weapon for seeking...and destroying.”

  “Do what you must...bring me my sacrifice back!”

  “I will hunt and deliver them...as promised.”

  “Is the cliffside cave complete...as described in the prophecy? Every detail must be exactly as it is in the golden book!”

  “The guards are working to exhaustion. They’re hired mercenaries, not construction workers. It’ll be done soon.”

  “Work faster!” Aionios shouted. “Your men have failed me once...letting that citizen inside temple walls. I won’t tolerate another.”

  Biting his tongue, Commander Grey forced himself into submission. “The men won’t let you down. I’ll push them to death’s doorstep.”

  “As the prophecy tells us...you and your men will perish soon anyway...no harm in speeding the process for a worthy cause. You’ll follow the citizens into the flames. Your honor in serving me will be complete,” Aionios said.