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Downfall of the Future Force by Solar
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Downfall of the Future Force
Just as Leeja watched from her balcony on the two men of her life,
the distinct click of the door closing turned her head to greet her uninvited
guest. The blue robes of the mysterious man named Spylocke swished across
the rubble strewn floor.
"What's the status of the base, Spylocke?"
"All's secure, as it was yesterday, and the day before."
"Then why do you keep on coming up here?"
"Being the only objective member, I like to keep track of the
politics at hand, making sure it doesn't interfere with our mission."
"I think everything can be handled by the three of us." Of course,
she was referring to Magnus and Rai, the two men she held in her heart.
"If you say so. In the meantime, I think that the local militia
needs some guidance. They tire of Rai's blind leadership and need a more . .
.. percepticve view of things. We're expecting a strike tomorrow, and we'll
need their continued support. A few of your words..."
"Fine. Whatever's necessary."
Leading her down a secret encased stairwell to the fully sheltered
barracks, Spylocke activated his device which harmonized the local ectotheric
energies, focussing the resonance nodes onto her, shutting off her developed
sensory perceptions of that field. This opened her subconscious to
suggestion on a level below instinct.
"Until you are freed by my command, my suggestions will be your most
important priorities. If anyones inquires about your actions, you will
rationalize it, as you do everything else."
Resetting the energy field, he issued a suggestion to verify his hold
over her, "I think you might feel better if you fingered yourself right
here."
"I think you're right," she replied as her hands moved over her body.
"Why?"
"I might relax more and be able to talk to the soldiers more easily."
Her hands already lifted her dress, slipping into her panties.
"Good. Now go ahead."
Seating herself on a step, she hiked her dress to her waist. Her
panties worked their way to mid-thigh, and her hands closed between her legs.
Her fingers stroking and her eyes fluttering, she ignored the chill of the
metal staircase, or the eyes of her possessor.
"Hah. Now, how about sucking me. And losing the dress."
"Okay." Her hands pulled the fabric above her head, and she placed
her knees around the his feet on the lower steps.
Reaching down, Spylocke ripped her panties from her legs, and parted
his robe, revealing his long, thick manhood.
"Thank you," she replied, pulling his hips close and engulfing his
head immediately.
As her lips moved along his length, he held her head, gently stroking
her blonde hair. Her breasts swaying with her movements, she kept one hand
cupping his sac as her other hand worked between her thighs.
As her tongue and lips stroked across his member, her fingers played
across her spread lips, probing and plunging. His stamina being tested, he
pulled free of her lips. "Enough of that. Stand up."
As she stood to full height, she towered a good foot above him, being
two steps above him. "Move your feet apart." As she did, he bent forward,
his face falling into her crotch.
"I thought you wanted me to finger myself, Spylocke," Leeja argued to
his actions.
"I just want to taste you. You smell so sweet as it is, I figured
that if I had your flavor, I would know you better."
"Okay."
Returning his face between her legs, he licked along her slit,
probing and coming across her swollen clit. Rolling it between firm lips, he
found her legs beginning to buckle. As his tongue cupped it expertly, she
gripped the handrails of the staircase tightly, her head lolling back. She,
savoring his tongue, and him, savoring her flesh, remained completely
oblivious to the attack mounting against the base.
On the war front, Rai exuded his ability to control machines,
destroying the Malevolent threat in its many forms. Magnus, well famed robot
fighter, rent the foes limb from limb, his hands slashing perfectly through
the organically engineered bodies. Amidst the carnage, each of their minds
had forgone their dispute over Leeja.
Other bodies moved against the Malevolent threat, X-O Commando, the
wife of the last Rai in her body armor; Elzy and Slagger, the two gophs with
a heartiness that gave them strength through the new war; Tekla, the
figurehead of the Free-wills, and one of the most intelligent of the
intelligent robots.
They each performed their roles in the fight, but everyone seemed to
notice the lack of Leeja, and their mysterious ally, Spylocke.
On the stairwell, sheltered completely from the battle above,
Spylocke led Leeja, unclothed, down to the barracks of the men. Empty now,
amidst the heavy fighting, he brought her to a podium that sat on a stage at
the end of the hall. "Now, I think you should let me fuck you. Why?"
"Hmm. If you did, then you'd be out of my way when I talk to the boys."
"Good. Now, lean onto the podium, and thrust your hips back. Good.
Now spread your legs for me. I like this."
Stepping up behind her, he pulled his rampant member from his robes.
Guiding himself into her, he noted the well maintained wetness she constantly
had. Moving his hands over her body, he methodically tested each bit of
muscle and flesh as his fingers rubbed and squeezed. Each thrust was slow
and deliberate, and she moved with him every time.
"So, Leeja. How am I, compared to Rai and Magnus?"
"Oh, you're bigger than either one, but Rai was more of an artist
with me, and Magnus, I don't know. He was just so powerful, and always held
me so gently."
"Okay, since you seem wet enough, I want to try something else."
"Sure, whatever you want."
I knew that all along, he though to himself. Withdrawing himself
from her, he rubbed himself between her cheeks, depositing some of each of
their liquids at the treasure he sought.
"Oh, neither of them did THAT to me."
"Well, I'm not either of them. What do you think?"
"I think. . .I need the experience."
"I like the way you think. Okay, just relax." With that, he held
her cheeks apart and slowly pushed his head into her quivering hole. As she
inhaled sharply, he slipped into her, partially. Slowly, he pushed a little
harder, and she gritted her teeth, but didn't say anything against his
actions. After a few slow minutes of careful movements, he had worked
himself in to the hilt, and remained there, relishing the moment.
Fishing a remote control out of his pocket, he started the cameras he
had positioned to record his use of this so-called heroine. Her knuckles
were white as she struggled to keep hold of the podium. Feeling outrageously
full, and amazingly aroused, she could feel her fluids moving within
herself.
Quickening his pace to coincide with his quickening pulse, he felt
himself go over the edge, and every last ounce of his energy flow to his
groin, and into her.
"Holy Floot, Spylocke. That was amazing."
"Thank you," he responded weakly. Looking to the doors, the barracks
seemed to fill again, as the battle seemed to die down. Many of the beds
would remain empty, he suspected, but for those who returned, he would see to
it that they were rewarded.
"Now, about talking to the men here. It looks like their spirits are
down, with all of the battles we're putting them through. You can fix that,
you know."
"That would be wonderful." Her eyes were aglow at the thought.
Eyes originally turned down, looked to the stage where the tall
blonde leaned on the podium, sans any clothing, or modesty.
Spylocke instructed her to remain on the stage, and moved down to
greet the wide-eyed soldiers. "This bim is worth more than anything you guys
could ever give me, so I'm giving her to you for free. Make sure every guy
in here gets between her legs, and keep her up on the stage. That way, it
can be hosed down after everyone's done." The men laughed and got in two
lines to her. Keeping their equipment in hand, they moved up and she
accomodated them in one of two places, between her lips or between her legs.
Some asked to have at her alone, while groups of three or more had their ways
with her. After a couple hours, she was surrounded by a mob of prodding
members. They lifted her and moved her through the crowd, each person
satisfying himself in her rather quickly.
Both sets of lips leaked the seed over fifty men, and her now-well
travelled bowels had experienced the passions of at least half as many. For
the following eight hours, she was covered with sperm, washed down by the
occasional civil mind, filled with sperm, until she lay on the floor of the
stage, and orgasmic lump, half conscious. Some of the men had taken naps as
others worked at her. One creative mind stretched her limp limbs to the four
winds. As the others watched, he began to urinate onto her, directing his
stream onto her cunt, her breasts, and her face. Each of the others paid the
same homage to the only lay they'd had in ages.
Filled with semen, covered with urine, she failed to fight the urge
of sleep.
The gentle shaking of her shoulder roused her from her unusual
dreams. Opening her eyes, she found herself in her bathtub, and the pale
form of Rai looking anxiously at her. "Leeja, are you all right?"
Smiling at him, "Of course. I haven't felt so refreshed in a long time."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. The last time I felt whole was in South
Am when..."
"I know. When we first made love. That was sweet. Come here."
Pulling his head down to her, she kissed with what little strength she had.
Her hand reached to his waistline, and pulled the edge of his pants down to
accomodate the hardening length she first accepted as duty. Removing her
lips from his, she placed them around him and pulled him closer still.
"Aaahhh... that's great."
Her mouth strained as his hair nuzzled against her nose. Her tongue
stroked along his length, and one wet hand cupped his balls, meanwhile.
Sensing his growing response, she increased her pace, and increased her
suction. After a strong tensing, he pushed his hips into her face as he sent
his load down her throat.
"Wow. Uh, thanks, Leeja. By the way, Magnus and I are going off to
make a strike on an island mainbrain in the Pacific. X-O Commando will be
joining us as well. We're also taking a few soldiers so we can properly hold
off any odd forces there, while others of us can slip in and take control."
"Who's going to be here, then?"
"Elzy will be staying, as will Slagger. They should be able to hold
off long enough until we get back. There will also be a new regiment of men
showing up to add to our forces. Make sure they start training once they get
here. Spylocke will be negotiating with some other groups for weaponry, so
make sure he gets our new army properly armed. This strike should take about
a week."
"Okay. Just be careful, though. You know the Emperor is watching
you closely. Is everything square between you and Magnus?"
"We've come to terms. We'll talk about it when we get back, okay?"
"Sure." She didn't consider any of this odd, having a businesslike
conversation with a lover while in the bathtub, with recent recollections of
satisfying over fifty men.
Rai departed, and as Leeja turned her head back to her bath, her eyes
found Spylocke coming from a secret passage behind the toilet. "Well, how do
you feel?"
"Excuse me, I'm rather busy at the moment, Spylocke!" Her hands
moved to cover herself below the water.
"I think it would be best if your modesty disappeared completely."
Her face changed from scornful shame to open and blind trust.
"You're right. It serves no purpose."
"Good. Actually, why don't you get up out of the tub?"
"Yeah, the water is beginning to wrinkle me, anyways."
"Okay, now how about you placing you knees on either edge of the tub.
This is a game."
"Okay." She placed her hands on the edges of the tub, and then her
knees balanced her precariously over the water.
Removing all of his clothing, which consisted of only his thick blue
robes and boots, he got into the tub behind her spread legs on his knees.
Pulling her lips apart with his fingers, he slipped a dry finger into her,
testing her moisture. Finding it adequate, he held her hips as he slipped
into her. "Okay, Leeja, tell me where you want me to come."
"I want you to come in my cunt." Her words surprised him, but urged
him on, nonetheless. He could feel her straining to keep her balance as he
pistoned into her. With a gasp, she lost her balance and her knees slipped
into the tub. Spylocke followed her down and kept his rhythm as she
struggled to find some footing. As their hips moved violently, the waves
they created fell over the edge. Leeja's moaning had increased in volume,
and in the doorway appeared Slagger.
"Is everything all right?" he managed before he saw what was
happening. "Oh, sure. Queen bitch here does everyone in the group except
Slagger."
Spylocke slowed his rhythm, and addressed the new arrival. "Come
around in front of her. I'm sure she's willing to take anything in her
mouth."
"Do you think?"
"Come here!" Leeja moaned.
Not requiring another invitation, he ran to the front, almost
slipping on the tile, and withdrew his grungy tool. Before he even found
full solidity, she had him in her mouth.
Spylocke thought of the days ahead, until Rai and Magnus returned.
He would use Leeja to every extent possible. This would guarrantee his
strength in the group's infrastructure. At the thought of the hundreds of
men soon arriving, he sent his load into her as images came to mind. Looking
at her face, he could see her wild look as she tossed and turned her head as
she fought with Slagger's spent member.
With the imminent defeat of the Malevolents soon at hand, he would
soon be a world leader, with a firm grasp of the new underworld. Leaning
down to her ear, he commented, "I think it would be nice if you could take
care of Slagger for the next couple hours."
Without waiting for a response, he dressed and departed, as Slagger's
clothing bluntly dropped from him.
Spylocke returned to his comscreen, finding a transmission incoming.
Answering it, he found "Magnus, how goes battle."
"Fine Spylocke. Just as you said, we're suffering about eleven
percent casualties. It seems your training has worked."
"As I always claimed. Now, I've arranged a schedule for the next
group of soldiers. I'll be leaving fortress here for Japan in about nine
hours."
"And Leeja?"
"Just before I leave, I'll accept her services and then leave a
standing directive of sexual adventurism. I'm also putting her in charge of
doing the individual inspections of the soldiers."
"Good. In return, you'll find your compensation resting in my
bedside stand. May our paths never cross again."
"Indeed, Robot Fighter. The world wouldn't stand a chance."
Bzzzt. The console went black, and Spylocke walked to Magnus's
quarters. Burning the lock off, he opened the drawer to find his treasure.
Holding it up to glimmer in the sunlight before putting it on, he appreciated
the beauty of such a simple object.
Leeja now walked the base in her transparent fatigues. Compelled to
wait in the plaza, she caught the glances of every passerby. Spylocke
approached her, asked her to remove her clothes, whence she rationalized and
complied. In the middle of the plaza, against a gun fixture, he pushed
between her legs for an hour, making use of the world's most powerful cock
ring.
(From the pages the Geomancers never quote.)
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