The Colony Box Set

by J. D. Grayson

  Aionios rose, holding his arms in a V-shape. He announced, “Enter the lake of Paradox. Drink and fuck like you’ve never done before!”

  Excited cries echoed off the cave walls. The naked colonists dove into the flammable drink, submerging themselves in a sea of sacred sex. They drank with desperation, letting their skin absorb the muddy concoction.

  Adam stayed on the outer-rim, keeping an eye on things. The strong man was ordered to keep citizens from escape. Wielding his familiar whip, he was ready to strike. He didn’t expect to use it.

  In moments, the sex started. First, it was traditional couplings of man and woman. They intertwined with each other, making love in the manmade lake. Their mouths joined, sucking each other’s drunk tongues.

  Oceans of elixir seeped down their throats. Wrapping legs around each other, females rode their male counterparts’ cocks. Pumping them within the glowing flowing liquid, orgasms broke out like a frat house STD.

  One ejaculation erupted after another, fast loads dumped into feminine wombs. Such aggression was expected with the sudden rise in Paradox levels. Their libidos swelled, aching for immediate satisfaction.

  After the first release, a sexual train formed. A long line spanned the lake, each man followed behind a woman. Featuring all colors and races, they were white, black, and olive skinned, ranging from every continent across the globe.

  Each man plugged his cock into a female’s ass. Every woman penetrated the male in front of her, sticking two fingers in his sphincter. As the first man began banging, the train started rolling. Cries of pleasure echoed off the cave walls. Aionios watched from above, seeing every sexual inch from his elevated vantage point. Snapping his fingers, he summoned Alexa and Jenna. “Come...both of you...now!”

  Both blonds crawled to Aionios, Jenna still sober. The dark deity drank Paradox from his chalice, pulling Alexa closer by her hair. Spitting it into her mouth, she swallowed it down. He pushed her away, summoning Mrs. Smith by her blond locks. She was also made to drink from his mouth. Next, he dipped his 12-inch cock into the gold cup.

  Pulled to his cock by their hair, both girls were forced to suck the drenched rod. Each tongue fought for position along the black tower. Touching together, the red slide moved in an upward motion, two becoming one. Spreading his legs, Aionios pushed both blonds down to his balls. Both girls inhaled a testicle, sucking hard.

  Down below, the citizen anal train was in full motion. As cocks of all colors sunk inside tight assholes, feminine fingers pumped and pounded prostates. The rhythmic sexcapade was timed to perfection, syncing to sounds of quickly beating hearts.

  Slapped skin sloshed the fermented red sea. Each citizen’s landing was more violent than the next. Some males grabbed the females’ hair, all colors, shades, and styles represented. The feminine fuck mates were pulled inward with every stroke.

  Other men grabbed pear-shaped hips and heart-shaped asses, using the shapely love handles to ram rod their victims. The harder the males banged them, the deeper female fingers went.

  As the pace reached a fever’s pitch, bruises formed upon feminine backsides and thighs. A third finger was added into the males’ assholes. High-pitched cries harmonized with low-noted grunts. Mid-tones were soon added. Creamy loads were released by the dozens, each woman pressing hard on the inner glands. Every drop of semen was milked from the P-spots.

  Cries of ecstasy resembled a pen of live-stocked lambs. Voices carried through the candle lit cathedral like a ghostly draft. They all sang in a creepy chorus of perverse indulgence.

  As each finished, the men forced the females underwater. They sucked the men hard again. The girls only grew more aggressive, encouraged by the Paradox wave seeping into their throats.

  A light was shined upon Aionios above, on full sexual display. Both blonds remained sucking his veiny cock. He poured more Paradox upon his penis, letting it saturate his spear.

  Pulling both blonds off his balls, he returned them to his shaft. More drugged desire saturated their throats, forcing them to crave it more. Licking and sucking with urgency, they nearly devoured it.

  A smile crossed the deity's face, as the blonds started fighting and biting each other’s for control of cock. “More sex!” Aionios shouted, his deep voice amplified through every citizens’ ear.

  The colonists looked up as the light turned redder, smoke sailed from the ceilings and floors. In their eyes and warped minds, the red horned deity was summoned. His appearance would remain until their last moment. In fear, reverence, and desire to impress, they forced their bodies back into action.

  Splitting off into multiple groups, women formed a 69-position on the lake’s shore. Men bent their brethren over the rocky sides. They sodomized each other in groups of two’s, threes, and fours.

  One black and one white male, double penetrated a Hispanic female, sandwiching her. A redheaded female took both an Arab and Asian penis in a dual vaginal assault. With two poles in one hole, she was stretched to new widths. Next to them, the challenge was upped with two cocks in one ass. Succeeding in the act, more would be added throughout the days.

  High up above, Aionios dragged both blonds by their flowing locks. He pulled Alexa onto his lap, positioning her frontward-facing, open legs. Forced to sit on him, the 12-inch weapon impaled her thick vaginal lips. Impaled in one shot, her womb was immediately forced to fit it all. Having already miscarried, there was no threat of discharge. Most importantly, there was no threat of him finding out.

  Thrust up and down, Mrs. Hunter was flung upon her master’s cock in a reverse position. “Knees...now!” Aionios ordered Jenna. With Mrs. Hunter already speared, he ordered Mrs. Smith between their spread thighs.

  Following orders, the curvy blond kneeled between the double-stacked legs. As she moved inward, Aionios poured a red waterfall down Alexa’s bouncing breasts. It cascaded down her belly, sliding into her soft slit. Tempted by the mere scent of the addictive additive, Mrs. Smith rushed towards the stuffed vaginal treat.

  Jenna swallowed Alexa’s dripping clit, sucking every drop clean. Sticking her tongue outward, Mrs. Smith was pounded by Aionios’ powerful pole. It didn’t stop her progression. With every inch revealed, a new taste was released. Between the chosen blonde’s sweetness, deity's dark meat, and drugged wine, Jenna buried her face deeper into the shared connection. She was awash in joint juices.

  As more moans filled the cave, it was clear the citizens were nearing another shared orgasm. A sudden command drowned them all out. “Bukkake!” Aionios’ ordered in aggressive lust.

  Obeying his command, the cock-takers grouped in a submissive circle. Gathering in the middle of Paradox Lake, the receivers dropped to their knees. Most were female, though a few males joined them. The dominant men surrounded, stroking cocks at the kneeled group’s faces.

  Up on the balcony, Aionios continued to pound Alexa’s pink palace, lap-style. With every crashing of her thick cheeks, Mrs. Hunter’s wet pleasure sprayed Jenna’s eager face. The real treat came in Aionios’ divine offering.

  Blasting his load into Alexa’s empty womb, deep grunts strained his throat. Pressed down to the deity’s heavy black balls, Mrs. Hunter’s moans joined in. The black man’s bulbous cock bumped Alexa’s cervix wall, squashing her G-spot flat.

  Feeling Alexa’s trap rob his cock of cum, Aionios continued firing. The squirts were so wet and heavy, it escaped Alexa’s slit like a snow-covered mudslide. Flowing into Jenna’s wanting mouth, she sucked every drop of dripping pleasure from the cock’s base.

  Hearing Aionios’ lustful cries, his worshippers were inspired to release their own gifts. A chorus of deep grunts escaped their lungs, streams of hot sperm shot from their cocks. The first load landed upon a black woman’s face, contrasting her skin. A redhead’s bright hair was dyed white. A bearded man took his first facial, creamed by a large cannon.

  One by one, the submissive receivers were bathed in a Bukkake blizzard. The givers kept releasing spunk, fueled by surreal sensations of the P
aradox. It kept their most vital sex organ swelled and stimulated. It wasn’t their cocks, but their brains.

  Covered in white streams, Aionios’ instructed his worshipers, “Share your gifts!” he demanded.

  Without thought, the entire bunch had an orgy of kissing, licking, and cum swapping. From the receivers to the givers, everyone got a taste. Up above, Aionios yanked Jenna to his face. Alexa was turned towards them both.

  Not exempt from his own order, the three engaged in a three-way kiss, sharing Aionios’ kingly load. Sharing the savory seed, it was the added ingredient that they truly fought to covet. Like those below, Paradox was their true god.

  Once finished, Aionios released a satisfied laugh. “More Paradox! More action! More sex!” he announced, watching the citizens dunk their heads for another drink. The guards handed Aionios another full chalice, giving Alexa and Jenna their own.

  The reaping had many days to go until the sacrifice. However, if they continued to drink and fuck at that rate, many would die long before. If they survived, their desensitized minds would see and crave acts few had ever known possible.

  With only one hour down, time would tell.

  Part IV-Boom

  Four Days Later

  Six days had expired since Eden and Dylan’s colony escape. With the reaping’s full week approaching end, sacrifice was just one day away. After a final scouting, a plan was set. Dylan, Gunner, Rudd & Eden chose a distant section of electric fence.

  Rudd pointed to the power line. It ran along the metal posts, rising vertically from fence bottom to its barbed-wire top. “Right here, kids. Puncture that live-wire vein...drain its power from the next link, it’ll blow. Slice through and you’re inside.”

  “Great advice, mate...now tell us how to do that first bit,” Gunner said.

  “That’s the hard part. You need something to absorb the energy. Actually...I should say...someone,” he said. “Saliva will conduct the electricity, body will direct it.”

  They looked over at Eden. Annoyance painted her face. “I haven’t told you the cave’s location. Harm me...you’ll be on your own,” she said with a snide smirk.

  “It’s a trade I might be willing to make,” Gunner quipped.

  Dylan was quiet, deep in thought. “The savages,” he said in sudden realization.

  “I like the way you think, kid,” Rudd announced. “All you gotta do is catch one...easier said than done.”

  “To catch a rat...” Gunner said.

  “You set a trap,” Dylan finished. “Someone irresistible to their appetites...juicy enough to eat.” The three men gazed at Eden again.

  “You people truly don’t like me,” she declared.

  *****

  Night fell, as the brunette goddess waited in the dark woods. Before taking position, Dylan nicked her arm with a sharp rock. She gasped, asking, “Why did you do that?”

  “Nothing draws them like the smell of blood,” Dylan said, having been advised by Rudd.

  “You realize, if I die...your rescue plan and wife die with me.”

  “You won’t die,” he promised. “I’ll protect you myself.

  She stared deeply in his eyes, moving in towards his lips. “More proof of your feelings for me. You can’t run from truth forever. We belong together, can rule this place as one.”

  He denied her advance. “All we are to each other...are pieces on a game board.”

  Mr. Hunter walked away, leaving Eden with a unique pain in her heart. The unknown force was sharp, mysterious. She silently wondered, Why am I so drawn to him? It’s more than just use. Could this be what it’s like to...love? No! Love only belongs to the weak. It’s a tool, not a treasure.

  None of that mattered in the middle of a dark forest. Thoughts of love were replaced by survival. In the near distance, Mr. Hunter, Smith, and Rudd lay inside a deep fern bed. Gunner held his sword, Dylan and Rudd prepared a fishing net woven from natural palm fibers. Their only goal was to capture the flesh-eater alive, any other outcome was pointless. They were ready to strike.

  A ruffle sounded in the distance. Eden stiffened in nervousness. There was no high-pitch or surprise lunge. In fact, there was no savage at all. A camouflaged guard charged her with his AK-47 drawn.

  “Don’t move!” he shouted.

  Eden gasped in shock. “That temple guard...forced me to go with him. He kidnapped me, brought me here. I can show you where he is.”

  “Shut up!” the guard shouted. “We’ve been looking for you! My reward will be huge!” He went to speak into his radio, though only released a grunt. He was hit in the head with a thrown rock.

  The guard crashed to the ground, his radio and weapon with him. Rudd grabbed the gun, examining its Russian-make. “AK-47. Another-Kommie piece of shit...as we called it in Nom. Yeah, we knew Communist started with a C...but fuck it...it fit.”

  Dylan smashed the radio with his foot. Gunner flipped the guard over, kicking him back to consciousness. “Wake up, wanker!”

  The guard held his head wound, moaning.

  “What are you doing out here?” Dylan asked.

  “Fuck you,” the guard replied.

  Suddenly, two cannibals lunged at the group. One grasped Eden, biting into her bloody arm. Another attacked the downed guard. Gunner swung his glassy sword. With precision, he decapitated the clay-covered head off. Spurts of blood sprayed the guard’s face, blinding him to any escape.

  Dylan leapt upon Eden’s attacker. Pummeling the second native’s head with his fist, the sharp teeth were released. Rudd arrived, tossing Dylan the net. The two men tangled the savage in it, binding him inside. In moments, the squeal turned louder, signaling for help. Gunner pried the cannibal’s jaw with his sword, “We need to stuff him!”

  Rudd grabbed a handful of fallen oak leaves, shoving them in the pried mouth. Gunner forced it even wider, as Dylan jammed a stone inside, trapping the leaves in-place. The cannibal’s sharpened teeth scraped at stone and glassy surfaces. The sword was removed. “Snack on that...shite eater!”

  Dylan placed his foot on the guard’s chest, Gunner added the sword to the neck. “Talk...or it’s dinner time,” Mr. Hunter threatened.

  “I’ll tell you anything,” the frightened guard said. “Don’t leave me out here! I’ve heard stories about those monsters!”

  “Don’t believe ‘em, kid. They’re much worse than you heard,” Rudd threatened.

  “Were you ordered to hunt us?” Dylan questioned.

  “We were!” the guard answered.

  “We? There are more of you out here?” Rudd asked in concern.

  “Yeah, a team.”

  “What were your orders?” Gunner asked.

  “To find...laser-mark targets for destruction. Bring the sacrificial whore back...dead or alive. Anyone else returned was a bonus.”

  Dylan asked, “Laser mark what targets? Destroy them with what?”

  “Caves...places you’d hide. The coastline’s already been scouted.”

  “Answer his question...what will you use to destroy them?” Rudd shouted in uncharacteristic anger.

  Before the guard could speak, the thumping blades of a chopper filled the air. “With that,” the guard said.

  “Shite...an air attack!” Gunner exclaimed. “And we thought we were outgunned before, for fuck’s sake!”

  The group gazed upward from the dark cover of forest. Moonlight shined upon a Mil Mi-24 attack helicopter. The bird of prey sailed through the air, spotlight combed the forest floor. Such a sight returned Rudd to a disturbing place, dangerous time.

  Although the particular model gunship wasn’t in Vietnam, the red star on the back tail was. It was Soviet. Two 30mm cannons rested upon its wingspan, armed with 500 rounds of ammo. One side was loaded with armor piercing bullets, the other was stocked with high-explosive mortar rounds. The aircraft was referred to as a flying tank.

  He’d watched many of his soldier brethren die by communist arms. By going to the colony, he swore to never allow friends to be slaught
ered again. A sick feeling overcame him, fearful his promise was about to be broken.

  Ivan Freedmen had purchased the aircraft from the collapsed Soviet Union’s black market. It was a last resort measure against a savage assault or colony uprising. He never planned to use it, though Commander Grey had different ideas.

  “That’s some serious shit, kid,” Rudd said. “We need to get back to the cave...warn the others!”

  “You heard the bloke, Rudd. They’re headed for the cave!” Gunner shouted.

  Fury crossed Rudd’s face. He took off running, stomping ferns and rocks, making slow ground.

  “Take me with you, please don’t leave me!” the guard begged.

  “Let’s go,” Dylan said to Gunner, helping Eden to her feet.

  Mr. Smith slashed the guard’s ankles. “Nothing personal, mate...it’s either you or us. Feel free to laser tag your arsehole. Better to be bombed...than eaten,” he said, lifting the gagged and netted savage over the shoulder.

  The group followed Rudd towards the shore. Not long after their exit, a horrific scream sounded. In the far distance, dozens of flesh eating savages descended on the vulnerable man. They couldn’t risk him ratting them out. The panicked soldier shouted, “Help me! I’m being eaten alive...” Before he could finish, a bite was taken of his throat.

  His fearful cries were forever quieted, replaced by torn skin and chewed bones. Gnawed from head to toe, he was kept alive until every inch of flesh was ingested. Finally, his skull was smashed open, brains removed.

  Having lost all sympathy for colony collaborators, the group focused on drifting chopper blades. Hurrying forward, they followed Rudd towards the endangered shoreline.

  *****

  Commander Grey sat in the helicopter’s passenger seat. While the pilot flew the aircraft, Fredrick took full reign of the ammo controls. They sailed over dark forest, searching for signs of life to end. Though the commander had no interest in single deaths. His eyes were on much bigger prizes.