*Enjoy the second chapter of the series!*
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The voices. They were calling him.
Tremoring, hallowing, out from the darkness, like the call of a faraway mystic.
Why do you want to be a Rebel, Ashwin?
...What do you fight for?
She placed her hands around his manhood. She worked her throat, swallowing, working the saliva around her mouth, wetting her lips, flicking the tip of her tongue against the insides of her front-teeth. Getting herself ready.
Are you aware of the many dangers that come with it?
She spat. Once, twice, three times, on his cockhead, shaft and balls. Her hands stroked where she spat, spreading the lubricant all over him until their skin almost became frictionless.
Do you know what we fight for?
Freedom.
She stroked. Harder. Quicker. Louder. Pulling, fondling at his balls. Watching his closed eyes with her open ones. Curious. Marvelling at his manhood. Awed. Never seen anyone, anything thing, like him, like this.
It's an elusive thing, freedom. It's a hard concept to understand. Sometimes, freedom means when you have nothing but know you can have everything.
Her mouth opened. She was trembling with excitement. She was ready to taste him. She was still horny from before, with the lesser men. She wanted to the real deal now. She opened her lips wide. She closed them around him. Her eyes rolled at the taste of his flesh. Healthy flesh. Tongue licking, tasting. Salty, but good. Delicious. She sucked. Harder. Deeper. Her head bobbed. Her hair swayed. Her throat gagged. But she did not stop or hesitate. This was what she was born for.
And she fucking loved it.
You will be tempted by pleasures. You will be seduced by infinite beauty and unlimited money. But you will not give in. You will keep fighting. You will look ahead. You must not turn into stone.
You must not look back.
She wanted more of him. This was not enough. She pushed further. Her hands on his hips now. She looked up. Stared at his handsome face. She loved him. He was her prize. He was chosen for her. He was hers.
Deeper. Faster. Her eardrums vibrated with the sound of her own sucking. Her own choking. Her chin, her breasts, her knees, the floor tainted with her sticky, plentiful saliva. But she would not stop. Not before she got what she wanted.
So are you ready? Do you want to follow this path? Do you want to venture into the sinful darkness and emerge into the innocent light?
NUK! NUK! NUK! NUK! Grunting, now. Impatient. Humming in her throat. Her entire body working. Her toes pushing into the floor, underneath her thighs, aiding her gyrations. Her hands grabbing at his sides, pulling him in and out. Crazed with lust. A demonic succubus, draining her victim. Sucking. Fucking her own mind out. A sudden, deep groan urged from his throat. She looked up at him in triumph. She tasted the salt of her own tears and the sweet of his pre-cum. His muscles flexing, his breathing getting faster. His hips began to buckle. Her own genitalia twitched, decorating the floor with specks of her own shiny ejaculate.
It was coming. It was coming any second.
So what will it be, Ashwin?
Any moment now. It was coming.
What do you fight for?
A roar emitted from his throat and his whole body woke. It was as if he emerged from a deep sleep, surfacing from the depths of a black ocean, gasping and shaking. Every thread of muscle was shaking as he came to his senses. His hands were balled and toes digging into his own feet. He could feel the strength leave him. He could feel all energy seeping away in involuntary thrusts of his hips. They left in packets, and he could almost count them. He eyes rolling, he managed to look down. He could see a face, a beautiful face, and long black hair. A set of eyes, a red mouth. She was...crying? Tears streaming down her face. He wondered why. Her chin was pressed hard against his testicles. Her hands clawing at his sides, shredding a few layers of skin.
Freedom.
His eyes dropped and he slept again.
****
The Judge bowed in the darkness, his bald head gleaming under the only lamp on the desk before him, the only light source in the room. His partner, though much larger in size, looked even more anxious. His head was bowed as well, if not lower. Before them sat a figure far more intimidating and powerful. His face was shrouded in the darkness, unseen, yet his outline was menacing enough. If there was anything that could keep a thin line between Judic men's sexual lust and the Cupids, it was him. They called him the Lord, and little was known about him. All they knew was that he tolerated nothing, cruel and decisive, a man that even the Judic King respected and feared. The two pathetic Judic judges went without saying: they were terrified under the Lord's presence.
"My Lord, I have good news."
"What is it?" His voice was soft yet firm.
"Report from our department matches the identification from the frontline. The boy is indeed who they thought it was."
The Lord's smile was seen even in the darkness. "His status?"
"Unscathed, my Lord," the Judge replied. "He is in fit condition."
"Very good. Who has been assigned to his service?"
"Elena De Viar, my Lord. She is the seventh Cupid in service, Made just yesterday."
"I trust you two have examined her well?" the Judge's tone was of amusement now.
The short Judge giggled like a little girl. His friend gave him a frown which shut him up. "Yes my Lord, she is without doubt, one of, if not the best."
"Excellent. Make sure she is under exclusive service to our newly acquired asset."
The short Judge gave a small squeal of jealousy. The Lord's head snapped toward him and the Judge immediately bowed his head in terror. "You have an objection?" he muttered darkly.
"No, my Lord!" whimpered the Judge pathetically.
"Then keep silent," the Lord said cruelly. The Judge bowed his head even lower. "We must lower his defences. The Chosen One must trust her. Their relationship must be genuine. Only then can we harvest the prime genetics that we need."
"Yes, my Lord," said the Judges in unison.
The Lord smiled. "Let him have his fun. When the time comes, we will have our turn."
****
"Heyyyyy!" came a drawn out, sweet voice.
Ash reeled, his eyelids fluttering open. They felt heavy as lid.
"Hey you! Wakie wakie!" came the sweet voice again.
Ash's eyes slowly opened. The room was perfectly white and he was in the centre of it. He was dressed in white shirt and pants and lying on a large bed. He felt exhausted yet clean and somewhat refreshed. As his head rolled to one side, his eyes bulged and felt the fatigue leave him very quickly. There was a woman bending over above him, smiling and waving her hands jovially.
At first he thought he'd seen an angel. He figured he must have died and went to heaven for the women bending over him was quite literally the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, with wavy blonde hair that reached to the small of her back and a pair of huge blue eyes that any man would kill for. There was a mature, sexy hint to the way her eyebrows were tilted, and her fleshy, slightly-pouted lips only added to her luscious demeanour. Her confident smile told Ashwin that she was well experienced with men. His suspicions were confirmed when he looked down at the rest of her body, his heart skipping several beats. There was no way to avoid "fucking" with a body like that. It was practically made for it.
The only word at the top of Ash's head to describe her would be "perfect". A set of huge, milky, generous tits were spilling out of her white top, which had the V shaped opening around her collarbone which shamelessly exposed nearly the entirety of her cleavage. Her nipples were practically poking out of the fabric, forming two sharp bulges, stretching the rest of the top in a seemingly uncomfortable way. It gave Ashwin the impression that she had chosen a top too small for her size in order to emphasis the abundance of her womanly assets but he wasn't complaining. At all. He had sudden urge to reach forward and rip her top off in order to free them from their confinement.
Past the pair of fleshy hills, the woman had the tightest, slimmest waist below. Her shirt ended just above her belly button, so Ash could see her tummy-hole, the colour of tender pink, as if she had been rubbing at it with a finger. The curves of her body immediately expanded further downwards to create a broad set of hips that could only mean a pair of round, ample buttocks. It was a disappointment that from this angle Ash couldn't see much of her buttocks, but that wasn't what concerned him now. The woman had begun to talk, her voice sweet, soft, but deep at the same time, with a metallic touch to it that reminded Ash of the female broadcasters he heard on the radios back home. He recognized she must have been the one calling him earlier.
"Hello!" she said cheerily, putting her hands on her knees. Ash blinked rapidly at her chest, for her arms were squeezing at both sides of her tits, causing them to jut out towards Ash's face more than ever. "Glad to see you finally...
coming
around!" She then put a hand to her mouth, giggling heartedly at her own joke. Ash, who was still trying to cope with what he was seeing, didn't get the pun, as much as he would have liked to.
"Who...who are you?" Ash asked.
"I'm Helen," she replied, still tittering at her own wit. "People call me a lot of things actually. The Bee Queen, Queen of Sex and all that. But I'd prefer you call me Helen. Don't worry! You're in safe
hands
now!" She winked and laughed again, not bothering to hide her mouth this time, showing a set of sparkling white teeth. Ash got the joke this time and was stunned by the blonde's light-heartedness. He, Ashwin, the youngest leader of the Rebellion, was captured by the War Machines and now he was lying on a king-sized bed with a beautiful girl bending over him, making high school level sex puns?
"Where...where is this place?" Ash asked.
"This, sir,' Helen replied, in high spirits, "is Cornocupia! It is the wonderful home of the loveliest girls on the planet! And you, sir, is one of the lucky few boys to be graced with the chance of living among us!"
Ash stared. "But...I was captured...I was taken by the Machines..."
