Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

A Fool's Insanity	By : CobraStrife Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 2377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Jak & Daxter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Fool's Insanity
- 1
Well I FINALLY was able to write a fic that wasn't Yu-Gi-Oh!
So proud of myself...
I've gotten really into the Jak & Daxter series again, though
I still need to get Jak 3 back from my friend... I just love the
story line and the many dramas between all the characters.
I saw this music video of Erol. The song was 'You Spin me Right
Round' by The Dope. I really got into it and decided to write a
fic of someone Erol takes in as his sex partner and she learns more
about the commander. I was wanting to go a little deeper into Erol,
even if its through the eyes of someone else who may not completely
understand him. I updated some parts after first posting this, wanting to do a little better for I felt I didn't put my all in it so hopefully the added section will do some good. I might add one more part in, but I'll see if I can write it out.
Not much of a plot but I tried to string it along through the
two games. The OC is based off my own character but remains unnamed
during the whole thing, so you could picture yourself if you like.
Anyways hope you enjoy!
* * *
A zoomer rushed by me swiftly and I pressed myself to the wall
from the force of the wind as it spun through my hair, almost making
me lose my footing. I glanced at the driver as it turned the corner,
catching a glimpse of a man with long blonde and slightly greenish
hair with some form of orange animal on his shoulder. Looked like
a weasel... or perhaps an otter... or maybe it was one of those
ottsels people have been talking about. No matter.
When living in Haven City, one is bound to see some odd things
every day. You see them so often that they become natural. Natural
to us, the civilians of Haven City. Its not natural to our protectors,
most known as the Krimzon Guard, under the rule of Baron Praxis,
who oversees the well being of our town.
Anyone who lives within the city walls knows very well that our
town isn't being governed as its suppose to be. What with a growing
loss of eco, the continuing attacks of the Metal Heads on the outer
walls and some rumours of our dear Baron being up to no good, such
as strange experiments in his prisons and a farfetched tale of him
dealing with the leader of the Metal Heads, this city is far from
a Haven.
Our only hope, perhaps, is the growing power of the Underground.
They've certainly made a name for themselves these past few weeks,
thwarting many of the Baron's plans, restoring water to the slums,
destroying the various weapons and ammunition the KG require and
plus taking care of the Metal Heads more than the Baron has.
However, whichever side is truly that of good, we may never know.
And perhaps, for the moment, that is best. Most commonly, the majority
of the people of this town keep their heads low and obey those in
power while silently cheering for those who aren't.
I keep myself away from trouble, as should anyone who doesn't
want to get hurt or even far worse, killed.
I barely move away from the wall when patrols of red uniformed
Krimzon Guards, and heck, even the various yellow uniformed HellCats,
come rushing by, pursuing the speeding zoomer. And not only land
patrols, but aerial as well, large cruisers and smaller zoomer,
all equipped with lethal weapons, pursuing the same blond and green
haired man with the orange furball.
That guy must of done something pretty big, or pretty stupid
to set off the KG this badly. Perhaps he stole something... or ran
one of the armoured guards over... it tends to happen a lot actually
in this town.
�Do NOT let that eco freak escape! Do you hear me?! This will
NOT continue to go on! Now capture him or you'll be dealt with accordingly,
and every single last one of you will not be spared till that man
is DEAD!� came an all too familiar angry voice from above.
Looking up, there was Commander Erol, second under Baron Praxis
and fiercely loyal. Known as a very a elite KG, best of the best
and was also the number one racer for the tournaments. No one could
beat him; essentially no one could beat him in anything, or escape
his well known wrath. Except for this particular stranger, whoever
he was.
Everything about the commander was intimidating... as well as...
attractive. In his yellow and blue skin tight suit, his dark coloured
boots with a spike on each toe; the red and white chest plate armour
and the gleaming silver racing visor he always wore with two bright
red orbs that served as eyes for when he wore it over his face.
Ah his face... deep brown penetrating eyes, flaming red hair
and intimidating tattoos. And that all knowing, cunning, deadly
smirk of his. Whatever his expression that his lips conveyed, you
would get a good general idea of what situation you were in. If
his expression was neutral, or slightly bored, you were more or
less safe. The more cunning, more devious the lips curled, the more
of a predicament you're in. And if it was in the form of a snarl
or angry, heck, outraged look to be more exact, you know you'll
be dead in the next few seconds.
Right now, you can safely say he was outraged. All the civilians
in the immediate area knew so and kept their respective distance
away from the commander's zoomer as he was dishing out orders to
his subordinates. When all of the KG were out of the vicinity, his
eyes turned to the people and everyone immediately froze, expecting
to be shot down just by his gaze.
That's how much power Erol had... how much Baron Praxis had given
him. Many think that the Baron was a bad enough leader... but hell,
I just shiver at the thought if we ever had Erol as our leader...
�Get back to what you were doing!� he snapped viciously, to which
everyone almost flinched simultaneously. �There's nothing to see
here! The Krimzon Guard have everything under control! The perpetrator
WILL be caught!�
The way he screamed that last part out almost seemed as if what
he said would come true immediately. Or at least, in my own perspective,
he was reassuring himself.
I tilted my head to the side, musing to myself as the other people
started to walk away quickly, per the commander's requests.
There were rumours that the Underground had a new, formidable
recruit. Some even say it's the prisoner who escaped from the baron's
cells a few weeks ago. Perhaps it was the same person who was on
that zoomer with the ottsel.
I then noticed myself encased in a shadow and I looked up, noticing
Erol hovering over me slightly, his gaze penetrating mine. It struck
through me, like he could tear me apart with a single glance. And
the gaze was so intense... it made me shiver, quiver in fear and...
a strange feeling starting to surge in my lower stomach.
�What are you still doing here civilian?� he hissed, eyeing me
firmly, giving off an air that he shall not be denied. �Did you
not hear me?�
I took a few steps back in respect, as if my close presence would
bring rust to his zoomer and soot to his boots. He smirked at this,
pleased, but still required a response.
�My apologies sir� I said swiftly with as much respect as I could
muster. I don't hate him but I don't like him either. Yet I, like
many others, knew not to trifle with the red head's patience. In
a lot of ways, he was less lenient than even, dare I say it, the
Baron was. �I was just dazed by the perpetrator's passing. I shall
return to my previous duties at once�. Heck, I almost sounded like
one of his soldiers.
�Yes, you should definitely do that. Don't want to get distracted
from the task at hand� he replied firmly, and I knew it hiddenly
meant more towards him then towards myself. But as I started to
turn away, I could still sense his gaze raking over my form, and
giving a slight glance over my shoulder, I could still see he was
staring at me intensely.
Catching my gaze he gave me a very, very cold smile.
His gaze was even colder than that, full of cruelty and, hoping
I was wrong at this, but also burning desire. With that he turned
his zoomer around and headed off after his soldiers, leaving me
with a very disheartening feeling.
There was one other aspect about the commander that not many
people knew about. But for those who did, knew he had an insatiable
power to dominate others, and not just on the battlefield, but the
bedchambers as well. And those who were a part of his little lust
fest, always came back sorer than before, whether they were willing
sex partners or not.
I had actually talked to a few and though they didn't tell me
of what happened behind closed doors, they warned me of the gaze
that he gave to his new victims, penetrating deep within your soul
and already telling you that your future fate was sealed.
I had definitely felt that, from his gaze. Not only that my fate
with Erol was sealed... but that it was doomed as well.
I prayed to the precursors that it wasn't so.
If only I were that lucky.
* * *
Days had passed and life for me was boring and repetitive, if
anything. Doing what I must in order to survive, just like the rest
of the city. Following the same path every day, back and forth,
to make ends meat. Some were luckier than others, some were struggling
more, at the bottom of their own barrel. I could safely say I was
in the middle. Not as comfortable as many people but not shivering
out on the streets as others were.
I was definitely on edge though, always feeling like I was being
watching by those dark, gleaming brown eyes. I wouldn't be surprised
if what I feared was true. Knowing the commander, he could see whatever
he wanted, when he wanted within the city walls. People as high
a rank as he had that power.
I was surprised that he had interest in me, however. He had plenty
of flocking fangirls who viewed him racing in the tournaments or
heck, even just oggling him as he marched along the city streets
who wanted to do more than to have a hold on his arm. So why me?
I never considered myself very attractive, but in truth most
women and men even had that downcast view of themselves.
I was of average height, appeared to have curves in the right
places, according to most drunken men and a few of my friends, a
somewhat large, ample chest, long raven black hair with faded red
bangs that framed the side of my face. My eyes were of a more chocolate
colour and my skin was pale white, but not as white as some of the
monks I see that travel to our city on a yearly basis.
But I was nothing THAT special. Some of the people I had talked
to who were the 'fuckbuddies' of Erol were very beautiful, if not
a bit worn down. I could never compare with any of them on ANY scale.
Part of me was glad of that, to say the least.
Nearly every single girl in this city could not deny that they
found one part of the commander downright sexy. So alluring, so
tempting, yet ever so deadly. I will admit, at least to myself,
that he is very attractive, however the interest never went beyond
that.
Except for that day that he looked at me so intently... and I
feared that part of my hidden interests for the KG commander showed
through my actions. Gods... I hope not.
I looked up at the sky, the light waning away slowly. It was
going to get pretty dark soon and I was quite a ways from home.
Not that I was worried of anything that was going to happen to me.
Though there have been cases of attacks by random creeps now and
then, the KG, if anything, did something to strike fears into those
who knew better then to stir their wrath. Besides a lot of the rape
cases has dwelled down in the past few months, as well as stealing.
I suppose the KG presence was good for something, if anything.
The streets were usually busy anyways, whether day or night.
It does occur on occasion though, such as tonight, that they were
a lot more quiet, and in my situation empty. Though this worried
me a little, this hasn't been the first time I would head home alone
in the dark. I just kept at a good steady pace, knowing if I was
running that I may be more of a target. Many prefer stalking those
who are scared already then those who weren't.
I had the same intense feeling that I was being watched again
and it was at full force more than ever before. I could feel goosebumps
pop up on my arms and I rubbed them absentmindedly, shivers going
along my spine. Something deep down told me that tonight wasn't
going to end pleasantly...
�Not really safe for a young woman such as yourself to be wandering
the streets this late at night, now is it?� came a confident, cool
voice behind me. Wincing slightly I turned around to face the commander,
who was on foot instead of his zoomer. Didn't really matter whether
he was walking or flying, he was still a huge threat, especially
with his quick reflexes, in hand to hand combat or with the gun
seated ever so snugly in the holster at his hip.
I tilted my head down slightly in respect, deciding perhaps not
to look him in the eye. I honestly didn't want to see what look
he would give me this time. This was a gamble, however. Sometimes
the commander wouldn't want you looking at him, as if you were not
worthy to stare at his amazing form. However, on the flipside, he
could take this as a sign of utmost disrespect, but that was more
towards his subordinates, if anything. Luckily for me, I heard no
comment, most likely due to the fact he was awaiting my reply. I
did notice his shifting of stature, one foot ahead of the other
slightly.
�I'm heading straight home immediately sir. I was just caught
late with some other errands� I replied. He tsked at me, as if he
was some elder of my family, not pleased with something that I've
done.
�Now's not the time to get so distracted. What with all the dangerous
motions that are occurring at the time. One mustn't lose track of
focus, right?� he said in a cocky fashion. He shifted his feet again
and stood more upright, rigid. My eyes wandered slightly up to his
crotch, wondering if there was anything that showed beneath the
skintight material.
To my dismay there was. I gulped slightly before replying.
�No sir. I shall head home immediately� I replied, turning away
from him. Dangerous motions... he was probably referring to how
the Underground was messing up the Baron's plans. It was true...
a lot of the KG plans were being foiled thanks to the other party's
movement. More often than not, I had a pretty good feeling they
were going to overthrow Praxis and all the KG with them.
I had barely gotten a few steps away from Erol when I felt a
firm hand grasp my shoulder, halting my movements, The goosebumps
increased tenfold, as did the shivers down my spine.
�Now now, no rush. Seeing as I have nothing else better
to do at the moment, I shall give you an escort� he said, almost
purring it out in a sadistic manner into my ear. Oh gods... and
the way he said it made me wonder if I was something to pass the
time for him... almost like a minor distraction. This hurt my pride,
if anything. But not like I could really voice the matter,
for he may arrest me under false accusations of the commander of
the KG and thus who KNOWS what predicaments I could get myself into.
�But sir, my home is quite far from here. I really don't want
to keep you from your present duties, even if you are a bit free
at the moment� I replied timidly. To that he circled around to face
me, his right hand gliding from my right shoulder, down my back
a bit and then to my left shoulder as he circled me to finally resting
around my upper left arm, gently closing his gloved fingers around
it. His gaze penetrated deep into my soul and locked me there, so
I was not able to escape from his gestures.
�Who said I was going to escort you home?� he queried, but before
I got a chance to reply, he continued, which perhaps was best, seeing
as I was starting to inwardly panic, wondering what he had in store
for me. �If I had my zoomer with me, I would certainly do so. But
if its as far as you said, I shall take you back to my quarters
at the palace till the sun rises again. Let us be off, now shall
we?� And before I could say anything, with his grip coming down
firm on my arm he started walking, tugging me along behind him and
if I had not caught up with his quick pace, he probably would of
dragged me.
I was really starting to panic now. His quarters? That, if anything,
surely spelt out clearly for me what he had in store. I must get
out of it... I MUST.
But... deep down inside, part of me, amazingly, wanted this to
occur. But why? Deep down inside my attraction to Erol seemed to
run deeper than even my brain could comprehend.
�B-But s-sir, really, I don't want to burden you with my presence!�
I said in almost a frightened manner, trying to make it sound like
I was really putting him high above me, to which he was in truth.
But people in power always like being talked with words that were
sugar coated. Gave them something to gloat about later when they
were with their own people. �Besides I don't know how I could pay
you back with your adamant generosity!�
Now THAT part I shouldn't of added in. For as he stopped walking,
I could tell by the way his body was reacting that I just made a
huge mistake. He turned his head, to gaze at me, tilting it to the
side as his eyes almost narrowed in a lusting manner, and in the
shadows of the night it looked even more menacing. I let my eyes
stray down to the ever growing bulge in his pants and it seemed
to have gotten even bigger from behind the folds of fabric. I quickly
looked back into his eyes but it was too late, he already noticed.
And the way his lips made that deepened smirk... oh man...
�I'm sure we can find some way for you to repay me my dear� was
his reply, coming out so sinister, so deadly, I honestly didn't
know what to make of it as he resumed tugging me along.
I wasn't even paying attention to our surroundings, too deep
in my own fears of what was to occur when I noticed we were finally
outside of the palace. At this Erol let go of me, pulling a silk
red cloth from a holding case attached to his other hip. He then
turned to me, holding it up.
�I need to blindfold you so you can not know the combination
codes to unlock some of the doors inside. Though I highly doubt
you seem like one to work for that pathetic Underground faction,
I can not take any chances, especially if one of them is seeing
us right now, taking note of your appearance� he stated outright
and though I could see some sense to it, I tensed quite visibly
as he came behind me and tied the smooth, cool cloth around my eyes,
tying it almost too tightly at the back. It definitely was frightening,
to have one of your senses taken away from you, even if done so
temporarily. And right now, being blindfolded around Erol didn't
seem like such a good idea. But what say did I have in the matter?
�Don't worry� he whispered into my ear. �No harm shall come to
you�.
From anyone else, I was pretty certain he was right. But that's
not what I was scared about.
Taking hold of my arm again, he took me up the stairs of the
palace till he stopped me as I could hear the faint dinging noise
of an electronic bell and then the sound of doors sliding open.
He pulled me through the entrance way as the door closed shut behind
us.
He led me through various hallways, up and down numerous staircases.
After what seemed like an eternity, I could hear him punch some
numbers from a keypad and after hearing another mechanical noise
signaling the door was unlocked, he pushed me inside firmly, to
which the doors slid close behind us again with a soft click, and
I knew they were locked now.
Tentatively I started to reach up, to undo the cloth around my
eyes when a harsh slap against my hands brought them away.
�Who said you could remove it?� Erol asked coldly and I could
tell he was right behind me. I quivered, and right now, I could
care less if he could see it.
�I just assumed-�
�Well you assumed wrong! I'll remove it when I deem it fit...
and right now, I don't think its the right time� he mused and with
the soft footstep noises I strained to hear, I could tell he was
circling me slowly, eyeing me up and down, taking in what he thought
was attractive and the other factors that were probably less than
desirable.
�I have been watching you for some time. I haven't seen a woman
like you in the past while. Believe me, I get numerous types of
whores who flock my door, wanting to have a taste of the great Commander
Erol, number one championship racer and more than that. And I more
than willingly accept their free offers, though they truly have
no idea what they're getting into once I'm done with them� he stated
casually and I shivered again, my hands fidgeting with one another.
I bit my lower lip, honestly not wanting to hear more.
�Then there are the lucky few I decide to grace my abilities
upon. Oh they're most very grateful afterwards, I tell you that�
he continued, snickering. Grateful to be alive, I guessed
to myself silently. �That's why I chose you. I felt like picking
something out that was new and virtually unattainable from what
I've seen. I can tell by the way you walk and talk that you're no
longer a virgin, but innocence of the sex does nothing to appeal
to me. I have no desire in claiming something from someone who has
no experience whatsoever and is a crying, emotional fool thereafter,
clinging onto something that they can never have again. I have no
interest in love. Love is such a frivolous, weak thing. Can start
up so quickly and end so devastatingly. You see how many of the
people go on, whining and complaining about their depressed lives
because the person of their affections no longer feels for them.
Stupid, really�.
Well, at least he doesn't have any love interest in me. That's
a relief. I've had enough heartbreaks in my life. Although it surprises
me that he knows I'm not a virgin, I'm not too surprised. One of
my guy friends once told me how he can tell some women are virgins
from the ones who aren't.
�What interests me is to overpower others, to unleash my fury
onto those who least expect it. To suck the life dry from those
who think they'll get pleasure from me when they'll get something
completely different. The power to hold someone's life in the palm
of my hand. The power to hold it and to crush it... that's what
I desire... no... what I crave. And what better way to
obtain that then through sexual intercourse?�
With that said and done his hand harshly grabbed the back of
my head and tilted it upwards, so he could look down at me no doubt,
before he kissed me roughly, his other arm wrapping around my waist
swiftly, his hips grinding mine.
His mouth tasted of everything that could be masculine. He was
more of a man than the previous men I were with, that was for sure.
The musky taste I got from it... I could get just drunk of his taste.
So intoxicating, so captivating, so... everything.
His tongue encircled mine, coiling and pushing. He tasted every
part of my mouth as he held my head firmly against his, like I was
his prey and he the predator. His other hand rested upon my ass,
groping and grabbing at the tender flesh while I could feel his
erection pressed firmly into my groin.
I whimpered into his mouth, my senses almost submitting immediately
to his will. When we both parted for air, he let out a soft chuckle
before starting to shove me back roughly till my legs hit the end
of his bed and I fell over with loss of balance.
I barely had much of a moment to breathe as he got down on top
of me, snapping my wrists into steel cold cuffs, hooking them around
what seemed to be some bars above my head.
�Such a pretty little thing you are, when you're all tied up,
blind and defenseless. How does it feel?� he asked mockingly as
his gloved fingers caressed my cheek. I honestly didn't know how
to respond as I shook beneath his touches. He didn't seem to mind
however as his fingers moved down to the hem of my shirt.
�No matter. Insignificant beings such as yourselves, no matter
how pretty you may be, could never really comprehend how you truly
feel. Only those who dish out the pain can understand it�.
With that he yanked up my shirt toughly, pulling it up over my
head till it wrested around my cuffed wrists. With another swift
movement my bra was gone as well; my chest now fully exposed to
him.
�Hmm... not bad for a common street rat� he mused as he rubbed
the fresh mounds within his gloved hands, twisting at my hardened
nipples, causing me to cry out whenever he pinched them roughly.
While he was doing this he trailed his tongue along my ears,
going up and down their lengths, teething at some areas so roughly
that when he pulled away, I could feel the trails of blood trickling
down the edges.
His teeth then bit roughly into my neck as he sucked the junction
between shoulder and head fiercely, his sharp canines piercing my
skin as I gasped out in pain, squirming beneath his dominate hold.
One of his hands in the meantime grabbed my bottoms, both underwear
and pants, and yanked them down roughly till they were below my
knees before trailing his hand back up along my thighs till they
reached my most definite moist center.
He played with the folds, pinching them roughly, causing me to
cry out with the immense pain and yet undeniable pleasure I was
receiving from that as well as his tearing at my neck. He then probed
me with two of his fingers, rubbing against the sides ever so roughly,
the rubber grating against my sensitive flesh.
I bucked out beneath him, squirming and shifting roughly beneath
his weight, wanting to get out of here yet wanting more. Whatever
strength I may have had before was being drained from my very being,
just like Erol said he would and as he had done to many others before.
�Does my little slut want some more?� he whispered into my ear
after he released my neck, twisting his fingers inside me some more,
causing me to gasp out again, my body heaving with sweat. I was
hurt by the words, especially by the tone of how he said it. I never
let what anyone before say to me faze me, but the way the commander
said it almost crushed my very being.
I didn't trust myself to say anything, too ashamed and scared
of what I may really say. But he knew, he knew what I wanted.
He let out a cold laugh.
�So much like the others who came before you, yet so very different�.
With that he slipped his fingers out of me and I heard him shuffling
with his belt, the clinking of metal and then the definite zip as
he undid his pants. I could hear something being tossed to the floor,
a light thump as it hit the ground and an even larger thudding noise
from something bigger following it thereafter. I presume the second
was his chest plate armour. I strained my ears to hear everything
as more rustling noises ensued and then my pants and underwear were
ripped off of my legs, tossed to who knows wear, leaving me only
clad in my socks and boots.
His hands, now deprived of his gloves, and so very hot I may
add, if not a bit calloused, shoved my thighs apart roughly and
before I could have any true moment to comprehend anything else,
he shoved his erection in me roughly.
I cried out in pain, almost shrieking. He was the biggest I've
ever had, if anything. He didn't even give me a moment to adjust
as he started thrusting hardcore inside of me, in and out, faster
and deeper each passing moment., I screaming and bucking beneath
him in pleasure and pain.
His teeth tore at my ears, my neck and my chest, lapping the
blood that came out of me ever so ruthlessly. I whimpered and cried
as he pressed his body against me, the heat emanating from his intensely.
My blindfold was ripped off of my face so I could stare deep
into his eyes, so full of lust and malice with that domineering
smirk of his, stating he got what he wanted and I knew it very well.
Not only that he got sex from me... but much more... what it was
exactly, I couldn't think quite so clearly, but I knew he had me
just where he wanted, as I'm sure he had with so many others before.
I was vaguely aware that he still had his pants on, if undone.
Its like he was proving that he wouldn't lower himself down to my
level, that superiors don't remove all of their clothing. His racing
visor was off too, which explained the first thud on the floor I
heard.
I couldn't really think too much on the matter as he was pounding
into me mercilessly. His nails dug deeply into my thighs as he pulled
them up higher on his hips. His hands them came to grab my head
firmly as he eyed me deeply and darkly.
�Scream my name peasant. Scream like you have screamed no other�
he whispered. �I want to hear the affect of what my power has on
you�.
And so I did, not that I couldn't really not to with the way
he was pounding into me so roughly. I was shrieking out his name
as I had no other. Shrieking it out, moaning it out, screaming it
out like his name was the last thing I'd ever say.
I watched, almost in terror, at the way his eyes closed in immense
pleasure and satisfaction at hearing what he desired. When he opened
them they seemed to shine with something new, what that was, I couldn't
tell at the moment... only that it would serve no good in the near
future.
He then kissed me deeply and I could taste the blood that he
tore from me within his mouth. I almost grimaced in disgust but
I was possibly even more turned on by the fact and let him probe
my mouth further and his thrusting became more frantic and more
powerful.
He was going to be coming soon, as was I, with my ever growing
orgasm. But I soon realized that he wasn't going to pull out, and
I was on no form of preventative measures.
I squirmed and bucked against him, fighting against his mouth,
trying to let him know, but this, if anything, angered him and he
released my lips and glared down at me fiercely as his right hand
clamped down fiercely against my neck, pinning my head to the mattress.
He searched my eyes as tears of fear poured through. It then clicked
within his skull.
�That's all you're worried about then? To get pregnant? Feh,
we can worry about such trivial matters later. You almost made me
lose my mood, and that, my stupid little wench, is something you
should never do again� he hissed out and with that pounded
his hips against mine one last harsh time, and thus released inside
of me.
I cried out in surprise, or tried to but his hand was still clenching
my throat roughly, almost cutting off all air circulation. The feeling,
all put together, being utterly dominated, lack of air and his hot
seed rushing into me caused me to orgasm roughly, my hips shaking
as my insides clamped down around Erol's erection, causing him in
turn to let out a cry of complete ecstacy.
When the orgasmic feelings subsided, Erol pulled out of me casually
and released my neck, but not my bonds. I was panting heavily, sweat
and faint traces of blood covering my whole body. He tucked his
length back within his pants and zipped them up, leaving the room
for a moment and when he returned he had a glass of water and some
red pill in his hand.
With me being so dazed and unaware, he placed the pill within
my mouth and forced the glass to my lips, making me drink as much
as I could before pulling it away. I swallowed afterwards, the pill
sliding past my esophagus.
�See? If you had just gone with the moment you would of had nothing
to worry about. Foolish women... the others didn't react the same
way. Makes you intriguing, if anything. Even in the moment of utmost
pleasure you can still think about other matters... interesting�
he mused.
He then got up off the bed, putting his uniform back on, eyeing
me slightly. As he headed to the door, he glanced back at me over
his shoulder.
�I'm going to do some rounds before sunrise, and by then I'll
return and let you go. Get some rest in the meantime... not that
you have much of a choice� he said, snickering before leaving.
He was right, if anything. Not like I could get out of these
cuffs anyways.
Feeling thoroughly exhausted I shut my eyes but knew, in the
back of my head, that this was just the beginning.
* * *
In the morning, as he promised, Erol returned from rounds. I
was awake before he came back and was slightly worried by the way
he was staring at me if he was going to take me again, right here
and now. I don't think I'd be up for another fuckfest, not that
I would have much choice or say in the matter.
Fortunately for me he didn't, though I'm sure he could tell I
was thinking of it by the way he looked into my eyes as he uncuffed
me. And from his gaze I could tell that he was contemplating it
as well.
I got dressed quickly as he inspected the bed. I guessed he was
checking for any traces of my blood that got onto his sheets. Luckily,
for me at least, there was none so he voiced no complaints.
Once I was fully clothed he came over to me and handed me the
still tied blindfold silently and I quickly slipped it over my eyes.
He cackled at this.
�Like a well trained dog. I love that... complete obedience...
not even my subordinates are perfect in that department. But you...
well...� he trailed off, lightly running his gloved fingers over
my bruised and bitten ears. I winced slightly as he reached the
sensitive parts but said nothing. And he didn't continue either,
not that he needed to. I knew all too well what he meant.
He led me out of his chambers and through the many different
hallways till we were outside of the palace and I could feel the
cool breeze upon my face once again. I tentatively waited for his
permission this time to removed the headband. He laughed at that
and told me to remove it myself.
�Come now girl, do you think it would not bring attention to
yourself if I removed the blindfold myself? Would you still wait
for me if we were in the crowded streets? I thought you had more
of a brain then that� he sneered as I held the red cloth within
my hands, feeling stupid on the inside, but inwardly wondering why
I should care what he would say.
I turned to him, head bowed, holding out the red cloth to him
timidly. He chuckled and pushed my outstretched hands back to myself.
�No no. You keep it. Think of it as a... souvenir of
our wonderful time together. And believe me, it was one of the more
intense sexual exchanges I ever had� he said lowly, with a seductive
purr to his words. I shivered slightly.
Smirking he turned to walk away, but then slowed to look back
over his shoulder and stating one last thing in a matter-of-fact
tone.
�I shall see you again some time... very soon�. And
with that, he was gone.
I gaped, still standing there outside the palace walls in a stupor.
Those who I have talked to said they were never picked up by the
commander again and he never even hinted that he might. Erol was
known for more of the one night stand types...
How was I any different than the others? And then I remember
of how the way he commented on my reactions during last night.
Was I something so different from his other sexual escapades
that he needed more of? I certainly hoped not, but I felt that the
choice was not held within my hands.
* * *
Time has passed but it wasn't the last I've seen of Erol. Every
so often, whether during the day or night, he would come out of
no where and no matter whether I was busy or in a conversation with
someone, he would drag me off, sometimes back to the palace, sometimes
to a rented out hotel room to which he would fuck the living daylights
out of me.
He never asked for my name and I never gave it. Would make sense
anyway, seeing as with his previous 'partners' being only one night
stands he didn't need their names. I was more than a 'one night
stand' but it was nothing more than sex and power and I guess there
was no need for my name being voiced. Kind of glad, actually. I'd
rather he didn't know it, though I know there could be ways for
him if he needed to find it out. The KG were good like that.
However, needless to say, whenever we would part ways, he was
always the one strutting off, head held high, whereas I was the
one limping off, drained from everything. It was like he was slowly
killing me though I knew in truth I couldn't die even if I wanted
to. He had a hold on me for that and whenever he grew tired of me,
which I highly doubted at the moment, he would get rid of me. He
was a KG Commander, after all.
I still craved him, oddly enough. I don't know why I still do,
but its just that, point blank. I don't crave what he's putting
me through, but I guess I crave the thought of being needed and
wanted, even if the purpose wasn't healthy for my own standards.
But I was getting a lot sorer with each passing fuck, more bruises
and more cuts with each passing time that we spent together. He
seemed to get more powerful in some way when I got weaker... but
on the plus side he was getting possibly more... insane? Yes, insane
was the word. Something was driving him crazy and with each moment
of beatings and sex, I learned a little more on the subject.
* * *
I cried out, my legs kicking out behind me as he pressed me down
further onto the coffee table. I was naked and my hands were cuffed
behind my back. It was very rare if they ever were free, and if
they were, it was usually when I was giving Erol a blowjob, but
even then he preferred to keep them tied.
The side of the coffee table was digging into my gut as he pushed
me more against the smooth surface, my breasts and face flushed
against it as he rubbed my clitoris furiously before rubbing the
tip of his cock against my entrance, stroking it against the wetness
of my folds, lubing it up. I was almost drooling in anticipation.
I really hated it when he teased me like this.
�I hate than damn eco freak! I HATE HIM!� he roared out as he
thrusted into me deeply, catching me off guard as I gasped out plentifully.
His gloved fingers gripped my hips tightly as he pounded against
my ass hard. He decided to keep most of his uniform on this time,
minus his chest plate and visor.
�He's becoming a nuisance every passing moment! How does he knows
of our plans so quickly? How does he know where to be to foil us
every single blasted time?!� he shrieked as he clawed his fingers
against my hips, almost tearing into the already bruised flesh.
I whimpered and screamed in pain as he slammed my legs wider open
so he could settle in a bit more easily between them and get more
leverage of thrusting inside.
Most of his rants would be about this unnamed person who had
escaped Baron Praxis' cell and was working for the Underground.
Probably was the same one that everyone was talking about. I knew
it was definitely the man I saw on the zoomer last week with the
orange ottsel, as Erol mentioned the animal as well.
�Who could be leaking information to him?! I know there
is a traitor within the KG ranks... but who?! Perhaps it is Ashelin...
I wouldn't be surprised, with all those damn questions lately...
I know it can't be that fool Torn... he wouldn't be capable of any
such prowess... I keep on telling the Baron about this but he's
too preoccupied with that damned Metal Head leader...� he growled
as he continued to pound into me, slamming his fists down into my
backside in frustration, knocking the air out of me each time.
His hips were madly thrusting behind me, slamming me further
and further against the table. I whined out in pain, legs flailing
pathetically behind me. He's been enraged before during our sexual
escapades but whatever happened today must of made him really angry.
�I need to find out how to defeat that damned beast... I know
he has weaknesses... he definitely looked like the type the first
time we grabbed him. I know he's racing for that mechanic girl,
trying to get up to the grand championship race... and I've seen
how he looked at that oil covered girl... perhaps if I toyed with
her it might get a rise out of him and take a few chunks out of
his heart...� he mused.
He then leaned over me, snatching my by the hair and pulling
my head back roughly as he looked into my eyes, his own displayed
in a most psychotic fashion. He licked the side of my cheek, running
the fingers of his free hand down my neck and between my breasts,
twisting my nipples painfully, causing me to hiss.
�I wonder how that boy would react with me fucking his little
girl just like this, right here and now, making her out to be the
little fuck toy that she so right fully is... just like you are�
he sneered before slamming me back down against the table, making
me cough and cry out in pain.
�I'd just love to see the look on his face... I'm sure he'd be
dying on the inside� he cackled and with that increased
the maddingly fast pace of his thrusts till my walls clamped down
hard on his length, to which he released his hot seed in me and
in response I screamed out his name in agony and yet pleasure as
well.
I lay there, panting heavily against the coffee table as he slid
out of me, patting my ass as if I was a good dog. I could feel the
rest of juices flowing out of. My vagina was throbbing by now; it
almost felt so raw from all the hard fucking I was getting lately.
Erol circled me, length tucked back in and pants zipped up. He
was eyeing me slightly, as if seeing me but actually picturing the
mechanic girl he spoke of. He then kneeled down in front of me,
cupping my face, looking into my dazed eyes with his fierce, psychotic
looking ones.
�I'm sure that boy would be broken forever if he saw that...
just as his girl would be when I'm through with her... just as you
are now� he whispered out before kissing me firmly.
Crazy... yes... that definitely described the man before me right
now.
And it was getting worse... much worse.
* * *
Time continued to pass and I was getting weaker every passing
moment. I was finding it a lot harder to walk normally and heck,
even to talk. My throat was so raw and dry after all the screams
Erol put me through.
The commander seemed to love having me this way though, always
in pain before and after our sexing. He was getting a lot more crazier
when we would do it too. It scared me...and the more crazier he got, the more damage he'd inflict on me in the process. Just like a boxer vents his energy out on a punching bag or a swordsmaster out on a wooden dummy. I was what the commander needed to expel his pent up rage on.
He didn't care if he was hurting me. He didn't care if I was crying and begging him to stop, which I did do at times, only earning me more pain later in the long run. He didn't care how I felt. He only cared of himself, only thinking of his own needs and never those of others. That's how people in power truly think. I bet the Baron does that to his own daughter, but I doubt as much as Erol does to me.
* * *
This time, when the blindfold was lifted off my eyes, we weren't in his quarters. Nor were we in some rented out hotel room.

We were in the underground prison chambers and I realized of the vague, soft screaming and crying noises I could hear in the distance, whether of convicts or innocent people being held behind closed bars having who knows what done against their will.
There were no rights for prisoners once they were brought down here and I knew, at least to myself, whatever rights I may have had above, no longer existed here.
Right before me lay a long metal restraining chair. Around it were various consoles and trays of tools, whether medical looking or otherwise. So many sharp, silver looking items. It made me shiver just looking at them.
Craning my neck up my eyes widened at the vast machine above us. With three long lethal looking metal spikes coming out of a circular domed encasing. Though the machine was off, I could feel a lot of dark energy coming from there and my only thought was that dark eco came out of those spikes.
I shuddered again.
�Heh. The boy reacted the same way� came Erol's voice behind me. I knew he was talking of the guy with ottsel. So this was where he was tortured... would Erol do the same to me? Pump me full of dark eco too?
At that moment the commander spun me around and started to forcefully take off my clothing. I couldn't fight him. He was much stronger than I on any level and even if I could get away, I don't know how to get out of here.
Besides Erol has this power over me that I could never escape and get out of. I was in his little cage the moment our eyes locked. That still didn't stop me of being downright terrified however.
The commander wasn't oblivious to my tremors. Once all clothing was stripped off my form, he wrapped his arms around my form, pressing my head to his shoulder with one hand, stroking my hair, but it was all fake. He wasn't truly comforting me. He was mocking me, as he always did, faking the affections that were never there. Its when he acted like this I knew I was in for a hell of a lot more harm than when he just acts upon his true nature.
�There there my little kitten. I'm not going to pump you full of dark eco. We don't need anymore scampering freaks around this city now anyways� he cooed into my ear, making me shift my head away from him slightly on his shoulder. I hated him, I honestly did. But I lusted for him as he lusts me. Sad, really.
�I just want to experiment on you as I did on the boy, but not by the Baron's methods...� he hissed out. The stroking hand turned into a clenching one as he yanked my hair back so he could look me deep into his eyes, which were wide with fear and hatred. This seemed to amuse him if anything.
�Ah yes darling... keep looking at me like that... you remind me so much of the boy...� he whispered, grinning mischievously. �So innocent, so pure, so unmarred... how I'd cherished watching that being ripped away from him... if only I could of done it myself... my methods would have been much more... lasting in the boy's head... but mustn't fret on the past, right? I have you to play with, now don't I?� he cackled as he shoved me hard against the metal bed, I letting out a sharp squeal as I fell over.
He yanked my arms up, clasping my wrists into the cold metal restraints and did the same to my ankles at the bottom. I shivered at the all around cold feeling the metal chair gave me. It felt like it hasn't been used for a long while... that long while being after the previous guy was tortured and pumped full of dark eco. I could just imagine all that he went through for two years, being restrained here for the majority of it, tortured continuously.
Erol eyed me appreciatively, like he was an artist and he had painted the perfect picture. But with the creases in his brow I knew it wasn't perfect, yet.
�Ah... how I longed to see how that boy would look like, stripped of everything, not only of his clothes but all that was on the inside of him as well... how I longed to yank all of that out of him...� he sighed as he headed to one of the trays at the side, taking each of the medical looking tools and inspecting all of them, fingering how sharp they may be, gliding it against his gloved fingers, but not deeply as to cut through the material, but just testing how smooth it moved.
�How I longed for I to be the one to rip away his innocence� he stated in a longing matter as he finally selected a long wicked looking scalpel with jagged edges as he turned to walk back towards me.
By the way he was talking, one would think that Erol was into men as well as women. That is partially true, on some standard. But the only male I ever heard him voice his feelings for like this was the one that got away. He had no romantic affections for him nor did he have any sympathy. He just wanted to take everything from him and forever make it seem like he would never be able to live truly, again, unless he did through the commander.
The guy was lucky being dealt with by the Baron and not Erol, though I doubt I'll ever get the chance to tell him that and I don't think he could fully comprehend of someone being that obsessed with tearing one apart. I wouldn't blame him though, I'd be in denial as well.
I was brought back to my senses as Erol was leaning over me, the scalpel brought close to my skin, his eyes looking intently into mine, a dark smirk displayed upon his smooth lips.
�So smooth and tempting was that boy's skin, even if I never got to see all of it. How I longed to reach out and have a taste, to see of it on the outside... and to see what came out from under as well� he said as he brought the scalpel down along my chest, the grooved edges snagging my skin firmly and as he pulled, it teared. I whimpered in discomfort as he made a neat line from below my collar bone to a few inches above my belly button, making it seem almost effortless to him but painful to me.
I could see my blood ooze out from the edges as Erol's eyes followed each trail intently as the thin red rivers trailed upon my flesh. He brought his face close to lap at the juices, letting out soft noises as I could tell he was savouring the taste. He brought his eyes up to mine, trickles of blood running down along his chin.
�So devine... blood quneches the thirst like no other beverage� me purred out to me before resuming the slicing of my body.
Lines going horizontal from the first, making three sets of lines across my waist, but he cut deeper into those, flushing more of the red liquid out as I squirmed and cried in discomfort. This only egged him on, to continue his task.
He then placed the scalpel back down on the tray and took up an instrument almost in the shape of a metal spatula, but with sharp edges and not as a long handle.
�A part of me was always interested in science. I always loved dissecting things and learning more of the human body. To see what was under the flesh, what could make a body tick...� he trailed off as he made a cut perpendicular to one of the slashes on my waist. I could faintly see the v-shape as more blood trailed forth.
�And also what could make it stop� he finished and with that remark, slipped the tool under the flap he just made and lifted the skin, pushing the edge of the metal equipment against the edge, forcing it more back, cutting through it as the yanked the flap, well, more like tear it back and almost off with his free hand as I yelled out.
I could barely look at what he was doing as more blood poured out while he poked and prodded the muscles beneath the skin, gently at first, causing only a few whines to come out till he jammed his fingers in more as I could feel him tear the tissues and I screamed, tears pouring out as I cried for him to stop. His eyes snapped to mine but not that he was displeased; on the contrary, he was quite enthralled of my reactions.
�Yes, yes! Just like that! That's how I longed for the boy to scream, to cry, to unleash! To beg for the end when it was far from over! To see the gears click and move in his head as he wished for anything to get him far away from here when his desires were futile!� he spoke excitedly as he returned the spatula looking tool to the tray and and returned with an instrument that was just full of long, jagged spikes.
Without another word he slammed it roughly into the area of exposed damage tissues and I screamed out again, howling in agony as he twisted and turned the device before pulling it out with a sickening 'pop' noise and I could see through my slitted eyes parts of insides still attached to the device.
He trailed it along my arms and thighs deeply, not bothering to clean off what he pulled out of me as he closed the flap of my skin and I was grateful for that, not wanting anymore torture to come to that part me.
Blood flowed from every part of my body. At random intervals he would jam the spikes into my legs, above and below the kneecap, into my hips, shoulders and elbows, twisting and turning and prodding as my wails were endless. I cried for him to stop, I cried for me to pass out, I cried for any help that I could get, even though I knew fully well I would get none. And all the while I was just fuelling him onwards, him caught in his own little fantasy of torturing an innocent boy and taking all that he could from him.
Though it still didn't seem enough for Erol; it showed in his eyes that he wanted to get a certain reaction out from me. What, I truly didn't know. If the commander told me outright to act how he wanted me to, I would do it with no questions asked, just so I could get him to stop sooner. But I knew he didn't want to do that. He wanted to draw it out from me without needing to exchange the words for me to comprehend. He didn't want me to comprehend what he asked from word of mouth; he wanted me to comprehend on what he asked from the inflictions of pain.
As he picked up a long metal, rivetted spike from the tray in a slow, purposeful, teasing manner, I believe I already knew what he had in store. I'm sure he could tell that I could, by the piercing gaze of those dark brown eyes as he slowly brought the tool close to my sex. He then gently nicked the sides. I then sobbed.
Tears rolled out of my eyes uncontrollably as I squirmed and shifted roughly on the bed. I felt like my last line of sanity snapped as all that I wanted to do was get out of here and get as far away from him. I begged, I screamed, I thrashed, to do anything in my power to prevent him from doing what he wanted to me.
It was only when he started laughing maniacally did I know he didn't want to penetrate me with the tool. Oh no, he only wanted to draw out my true fear. With the way he was acting, I knew I reacted the way he wanted perfectly.
�Excellent my dear, excellent! I can just picture him now, reacting the same way that you are, doing all in his power, to which he never had, to just stop me from doing this! Oh how sweet does the power of control have right now to me! Oh how I want to cherish this moment forever!� he cried out. I froze slightly, whimpering. I honestly hoped he didn't mean that in a literal sense.
Tossing the tool now back onto the tray he came back towards me with a metal collar that had spikes on the outside. But through my blurred vision I could tell that they were odd looking, like they could invert on themselves.
It was only when he lifted my head up to snap the collar around my neck snugly and fiddle with something on the side, I knew that I was right.
I thrashed my head slightly from side to side as the spikes shrunk so they would appear on the outside and could feel them shove through my throat and the back of my neck, locking in place, making it utterly painful. They didn't move to shread and tear at the skin, but just staying there, locked in place was all that was needed to up my discomfort to an all new level.
Erol, an all satisfied grin upon his face, moved to one of the consoles and started typing something in. It was only when I forced myself to ignore of the pain that was happeneing to my neck did I notice the vast machine above me coming to life and lowered itself till the spikes were almost two meters away from me, pointing towards my head and throat.
He isn't going to actually go back on his word?! He isn't going to fill me to the brim of dark eco, especially with me like this?! Especially when it could make me die?!
Though the word of the commander didn't seem like much, he always kept it... till right now I wondered.
�Now now my sweet, if I truly wanted to of killed you I would of done so already� he said as he came around away from the console towards, idly stroking my cheek. �You'll not be injected with anything. You'll just get a nice good charge to liven those almost deadened senses of yours�.
My head snapped to his immediately and I forced myself to ignore the pain shooting through my throat. A good charge? That only meant...
Erol then started to remove his visor, chest plate and holster, all in a slow, teasing fashion. He set them in a pile by one of the trays as he then unzipped his pants but kept his belt done up as he pulled out his apparently aching hard on. Smirking to me playfully, he pulled a blue packet from his pocket and ripped it open, to then I realized it was a rather thick looking rubber condom, to which he slid onto his cock.
�Normally I wouldn't dream of having intercourse with you when so many volts of electricity shall be unleashed on your frail body. However, my uniform is made up from a special material that is more resistent to electrical shocks than rubber is. The condom is made of the same material as well. So while you're in pain, I'll be free of harm�.
How lucky for him. I grimaced slightly and shut my eyes tightly as I cried softly to myself, not believing that all of this was happening and that it was going to continue onwards as well. A harsh slap to my face brought me out of my sorrows briefly and into the clenching realms of fear.
�Stop that you snivelling brat! Accept your destiny and take it with stride, not that of a whimpering, whining fool!� he snapped and I shrank back against the metal chair, shaking. At this a devious smile appeared on his face and he cackled again as he move to settle in between my parted legs.
�This is just as I imagined! Perfect! Everything is going perfectly!�
This man had more mood swings than one with a bipolar disorder did. And that's what made him all the more deadlier.
I could faintly feel his hard on press against the edges of my entrance. I couldn't really feel much down there anyway, unsure if I was wet or not. Probably better off that way. I don't know how I would react to myself if I was turned on by this. Probably would kill myself if that were true... though I'm pretty close to death now than I ever had been before...
Leaning back with the grace of an acrobat, Erol pressed something on the console behind him. My eyes immediately snapped to the machine as it whirred and groaned to life. I could see the electrical energy lighting it up in the back, encircling the three metal spikes before it shot out at me... and at that precice moment Erol thrusted into my roughly.
The pain, the all around pain was unbearable. It felt like everything was being torn away from from. The charge may not have been on a setting to scorch my skin or tear it off completely, I could still it shoot through my body, especialy around the part that have been cut open. It felt like my blood was boiling beneath the flesh; the heat was unbearable.
And there, behind the machine was Erol, pounding in a fast, upbeat manner into my vagina, twisting and pushing in deeply, laughing evilly and even more insanely than he ever has before. He must of been truly thrilled then, to live out his sick little fantasy, even if it wasn't with the one he desired to hurt most.
My body rocked and chaffed against the metal chair. The burn all around was intense. I clenched my fists and squeezed my eyes shut tight, thought the electrical charge wanted to make me keep them open. The throbbing pain in my neck intensified even more as the electricity travelled down the spikes into my throat, making my head jerk around violently.
Erol's hands had a death grip on my battered hips and I could tell he was very aroused by this that he would release soon. I honestly hoped he did. The sooner he, the sooner I hoped to end this nightmare of a dark desire.
And it seemed that whoever was listening to my pleas granted my wish for soon enough Erol let out an animalistic roar, coming hard and I cried out even harder than I thought I could, feeling blood surging up into my mouth as my walls clamped down around him violently, making me spasm in random spurts.
I was hacking and coughing up blood as Erol turned the machine off. As he did I fell limp on the chair, wanting nothing more than to pass out at this very moment. I could do nothing. Not make a sound, not even to cry. All I could do way lay there as Erol pulled out with a satisfied groan. I could hear the sounds of him peeling off the condom and him tossing it away. I could hear him tuck his length back in. At the sound of him zipping his pants back on I winced horribly. The noise seemed far more intense than it were before. I wonder if that electrical charge intensified my hearing rate.
Erol came around and undid the choker around my neck, the metal spikes sliding out smoothly as I coughed up a bit more blood, though I was grateful it was off. It was hard to breathe still, if anything, but was slightly easier now that it was off.
The cuffs around my limbs were removed, one by one. My limbs stayed where they were though, not wanting to move.
The sound of a lid being unscrewed came to my ears and then I jumped slightly as small portions of liquid were poured onto my various wounds. Struggling to get my sight in focus, I could see that Erol was pouring small amounts of green eco on my cuts. They didn't heal completely, but enough to form deep scars. I grimaced to myself. Erol probably always wanted to remember this moment.
Coming up to my face he held the canister to my lips and I didn't object as he let me drink what was left of the green eco and I almost mewed in satisfaction and I could feel my throat heal and the raw feeling fade away.
Tossing the empty canister away carelessly, Erol picked up my clothes and tossed them to me, gruffly telling me to get dressed. Having some strength returned to my body I did so, but struggled for quite a while in trying to get them on, missing the legs of my pants and arms of my shirt a good few times. The commander was tapping his foot impatiently and I quickened my pace till I was fully clothed.
I got up from the chair and walked over to him. The smell of blood, my blood was still everywhere around this room, especially on me; but I didn't have any strength to clean myself off and right now, I truly didn't care.
Neither did Erol for that matter anyway. I knew he could get someone in here to clean the room without asking any questions. As for me, I think he was quite happy that I smelled like blood. I sometimes wondered if Erol was part vampire, though I knew that was just nonsense. He just had a huge affiliation with blood, nothing more.
As the blindfold slipped over my eyes, I could feel hips lips on my ears, kissing and teething the sensitive flesh. When he whispered it felt like he was talking normally, what with the slight ringing having not dispersed yet.
�You did quite well my little slut... you're a very good replacement to that innocent boy of two years ago... we should do this again some time...�
I fainted then.
* * *
I was honestly afraid of when the commander would tire of me
and then dispose of me like I was just trash to him, to which I
honestly felt that I was. I so desperately still wanted to be of
use to him that I did whatever he required of me, which wasn't must
to say the least.
I don't know what I saw in him. Definitely not love, I know that
much. I don't think I could ever love a man who abused me as much
as he did and I know he didn't feel any of the kind towards me.
I think I was more attracted to the thought of that he needed my
assistance, even if it was so trivial. That's how I was with all
my boyfriends, wanting to be of help in whatever way I could, even
if they took advantage of that, I truly didn't care. I just wanted
to help them.
And so if I being a toy for Erol to beat and fuck helps him,
so be it. I know none of his other previous partners were of this
much aid to him as I. They may have received a little of his wrath,
but not the whole brunt force as I have.
But though I craved him, I feared him as well. I knew my time
was coming to an end and I wanted to find a way out, desperately.
I considered many times of fleeing Haven City but always had a bad,
disheartening feeling that he would be there, right at the city
gates, stopping me and punishing me cruelly for even attempting
on leaving. Heck I'm sure he would beat me even if I was thinking
it.
But as time passed, the inner desire to escape did happen. I
was quite surprised of the outcome though.
In the Grand Championship race Erol lost to none other than the
very boy he ranted about every time I spent with him. His so called
'dark eco freak', who went by the name of Jak.
I was there, in the stands, watching the race. Erol had talked
to me before it was to begin, saying how he would ultimately crush
the boy on the race track and take everything away from him. His
freedom, his life and especially the mechanic girl.
At that moment I felt he would have no more use for me but upon
catching my gaze he smirked, pressing my body up against the wall,
I feeling his erection against my own sore, yet throbbing part.
�Oh don't worry my sweet... we'll have our own celebration after
the main events�.
And for some odd reason this made me happy. Gods... I disgust
myself...
But Erol had lost... and if anything I knew for certain, when
Erol loses, he didn't take it very well. And his reaction was him
charging towards Jak, who leapt out of the way, to which the end
result was Erol crashing into the month's supply of eco.
Everyone screamed out in surprise, fear and awe at this. I was
utterly shocked. To think the commander would be driven far enough
to do... that... but it was done... and now Erol was dead and out
of the picture.
And so was I. But I wasn't the one lying in a bloody mess plastered
along the stadium walls. I was just the little sex slave of a growingly
insane Krimzon Guard commander who just blew himself up. I was the
sex slave that was set free and though I was happy, I was saddened
that I had no more purpose of being of use to anyone.
Who knew that my true desire was to be granted, and what the
outcome truly brought.
* * *
A year had passed since the fall of Baron Praxis and the death
of the Metal Head leader, whose name we learned of as Kor.
Jak was a well known hero then and practically all knew of his
heroic events in the fall of both these tyrants. He truly was amazing...
and sometimes I inwardly wished he was there to save me from the
clutches of Erol. But that was in the past and Erol was long dead.
However new surprises and threats occurred as Jak was banished
from the city by the new Count Veger, who seemed to spout a very
large hatred towards any who hold dark eco within them, and those
who knew more about Jak then others knew that he was pumped full
of it.
After his banishment attacks on the city began to occur by two
groups. One was the Metal Heads, who seemed to be growing a lot
stronger than they had during the rule of Praxis. They had taken
over a part of the city and turned it into their little hive.
Anyone knew better than to go by there unless they wanted to
end their life in a form of fangs and talons.
The other group compromised of shiny red, large metallic Krimzon
Guard robots and blast bots. This was a lot more surprising then
the attacks from the metal heads. After all the Krimzon Guards basically
dissolved after Baron Praxis was killed and though his daughter
overlooked the last remaining soldier troops, it wasn't really called
the KG anymore.
No one knew how they came into existence or where they came from,
except that most of the robots were shuttled right out of the sky,
so there must of been some form of a factory way above us that was
manufacturing them.
Either way, the city was doomed once again and there was no hero
in sight. Though Ashelin did her best to prevent most of the attacks,
it was still a tough fight, especially when it appeared that the
Metal Heads and the robots were working side by side.
Nothing was safe anymore, especially going out onto the streets.
Heck, even staying inside was still risky if a random KG robot or
Metal Head decided to tear your home apart, and all the residents
inside of it too.
Yet I still needed to get on with surviving as many others needed
to do and those of us who took the risk still went out and go about
our businesses, trying to stay alive, literally.
As I was heading to the market by the port one day, I could hear
some ragged breathing behind me. Looking around I noticed it was
two fairly large metal heads, eyeing me hungrily. I've never been
up close to a Metal Head before, and it would be complete suicide
if someone actually wanted to. They were fairly intimidating creatures,
even if encountering the smaller ones. These ones looked as majestic
and very feline like but had raw muscle all over their blackened
hides. Their fangs and claws, looking like some form of bright black
ivory. And that golden glowing orb in the middle of their foreheads,
it almost entrances you to the spot. Perhaps it held some power
to keep the Metal Head's prey in one spot before being devoured.
A clever ploy, if anything, for a lot of people I know in Haven
City are attracted to shiny, glowing things. No wonder many people
have been killed the past few weeks.
However I shook my head roughly and cast a quick, panicked glance
around that I noticed I had absentmindedly walked near the sector
they had overrun, a big mistake on my part if anything. Whenever
I did go out, I would always make sure to take the long route to
where I needed to go... I guess today I wasn't thinking straight.
Cursing myself for my own stupidity I started to run as fast
as I could from the pursuing beasts. I could hear their claws click
against the ground as they bounded after me, letting out roars of
hunger. I knew they would catch, I knew it. And there were no guards
around to help me. I was alone. But just when I thought I was a
goner, I could hear the sounds of jets above me and before I knew
it I was snagged off from the ground by rough yet solid firm hands,
being taken high into the sky with the two Metal Heads howling beneath
my unattainable form.
Looking up at my saviour's face I froze. A KG robot with jet
pack upgrades was the one that saved me from the beasts. Its large
body, covered with red and silver metal encasing with god knows
what weapons inside could be even more intimidating then the Metal
Heads; and to think these robots use to protect our city at one
point.
The robot gripped my form tightly with its metallic talons as
its red, empty eyes scanned my form. What would one of these robots
want with me?
I truly had no say in the matter as it started to fly high up
into the sky, holding me firmly to its solid metal chest plate.
Though I wanted to kick and scream for it to let me go, I knew it
was futile and in truth, I didn't want to be dropped to my death
at this height, especially being such an easy treat for the Metal
Heads to snack on at the moment anyway.
Higher and higher we went till we came to a large, heavily guarded
flying fortress. I gaped in awe at the various floating gun turrets
and canons guarding the immense infrastructure, all swiveling about
simultaneously, covering every single angle. Shuttles could be seen
leaving a docking bay and heading down towards the city. So this
was where everything was being manufactured.
The KG robot flew up to one of the shields, which covered every
part of the fortress, and a panel appeared out of its encasing on
its forearm. I could see random coloured lights flashing and the
force field opened up for the robot to fly through with me till
it sealed up after our entrance.
Everything flashed by so quickly thereafter, all a blur of melded
colours of white, silver and red. It was like the robot didn't want
me to see much of this fortress and in truth neither did I. I'd
rather be in any other place but here, not that I could choose to
go anywhere else at the moment.
We finally stopped in what seemed to be a large, if simple, metallic
room with metal walls surrounding us on all sides, the ceiling and
the floor as well. Random mechanical add ons were everywhere but
it was far too advanced for my own brain to comprehend that I didn't
pay much attention to it. I thought of it as a prison cell yet it
seemed far too small for that.
The KG robot deposited me on my feet almost gently it seemed
before leaving through a sliding door, it shutting behind it swiftly
there after. I looked around frantically, wondering if perhaps I
could get out by some other means, though it looked highly unlikely.
It was worth a try, if anything.
�Not trying to leave already? Just after you got here? My my...
where are your manners?� came a cold, metallic yet familiar voice
from one corner of the room behind me.
Whipping around I saw a shadowy figure exit from a sliding door,
slowly heading towards me as the door slid shut with a form of finality,
as if stating there was no getting out now.
And there, out of the shadows came another KG robot, but slightly
bigger than the one that was carrying me... and not completely a
robot on all scales. My eyes widened as I stared at the face of
Erol, or what was left of his face. Only half of it seemed to survive
and the skin seemed warped, almost dead. Bits of his left ear were
missing and his grin was even more sadistic and twisted looking
now. The opposite of his face was all mechanical and that gleaming
red orb frightened me above anything.
His lower half was all robot, though his right arm looked human,
even though I was certain there were metal and wires beneath it.
His left was larger and talon like, such as the rest of the KG robots
had and held a canon within it.
I could tell just by looking at him that he was full of raw power,
the whole aura about him gave off that feeling, if not also a dead
feeling as well. For he still looked dead to me, even if he were
right in front of me now, if not in the flesh.
�E-Erol� I stammered, able to find my voice at last. �W-What
happened? You're alive?�
�Mm, yes. It definitely seems that way. I shall not go through
trivial matters, but needless to say I've gotten quite a few upgrades...
I feel a lot more better now. Amazing really... so full of power...
no longer held back by the weak limits that the human body once
held� he stated casually, almost maniacally as he closed the gap
between us and looked down at me, running the fingers of his right
hand along my face. I shivered at the freezing feeling.
�I'm actually surprised that a weakling such as yourself made
it this far... I almost thought you were dead, not that it would
of mattered to me� he sneered and I look downwards. If anything,
the new Erol was a lot more colder and crueler now. And... dare
I say it? The sound of insanity coming from his voice... was worse
than when he was alive... �Being a cyborg now, almost a complete
robot even, I have no need to be satiated as I use to be. Well how
can I anyway? I can't really feel anymore as a human does... and
though I do miss it, at least I'm no longer controlled by it�.
He chuckled darkly at that as he glided his cold, dead fingers
along my ears and I shivered, whimpering almost at the intense feelings.
He smirked and drew his hand back.
�However while viewing how my KG robots were doing, I noticed
you through one of their scanners and thought it would deem more
than appropriate to have a friendly old chat again�.
Friendly, yeah, right. I started to wonder if my purpose here
was to be killed and I was believing it with every word that passed
through those metal lips. I decided that I may as well end this
right now, even if it would end me up more hurt before the final
finishing blow.
�...Erol... if you're just going to kill me, then please get
on with it. I know someone as... weak and pathetic as me... being
only human when you are so much more... powerful than I... needs
nothing of me anymore... so why don't you just end this charade?�
I said quietly and then turned my head away, awaiting the blow.
Instead all I got was laughter. Mad, insane, laughing. I looked
back at him curiously. When he settled down he gave me a piercing
stare to which I could turn my eyes away from it, even if I wanted.
�Is that all you think I'm going to do to you? Kill you? Ha!
If I wanted to do that, I would of left you to those mangy Metal
Heads. No no, my dear. You think of me wrong. Needless to say, I
do still require you. Though I do not really care for the feeling
of being satisfied by sex, I still want to feel satiated at the
same time, but I know of another way; through you. You were different
then the others and made my carnal desires to dominate to conquer
grow far beyond even what I thought of as limits. I can still feel
it now, from how I inflict it on you�.
I gasped out in fear and stumbled back slightly before starting
to back away, panic apparent on my features. Does that mean he will
- no, no! I can't believe that he still needs me, when he's like
this!
And what made me more afraid was the fact that part of me was
all for the idea, wanting to be of use again... even if it were
for the wrong reasons. And the feeling was growing stronger and
strong, almost squashing my need to escape to the side.
I honestly couldn't believe myself.
He followed me, smirking that evil, maddening smirk of his till
my back as to the cold metal wall and he was in front of me, blocking
my only way out. He lowered his face to mine, looking straight into
my eyes.
�Now now little peasant. No need to be afraid. Actually, no,
be very afraid... I love seeing the fear in your eyes... but don't
worry your little pretty head, I won't kill you. I never will. Don't
you see it? I've claimed you as my own. You'll only die when I do...
you died on the inside the first time I was out of your life and...
if I seem to perish if my plans were to fail this time round, you
won't be left alone. You'll be with me, for eternity. Almost sounds
romantic, doesn't it?�
Before I could reply and let all he say seep in, his large taloned
hand clamped around my waist and he hoisted me up, slamming me against
the wall, making me shriek in pain as I was now eye level to him.
His gaze was far darker now, if that was even possible seeing as
everything about him was dark.
�Too bad I was never the romantic type�.
With that metallic coils came out from his back and sliced at
my clothes, sometimes at my skin in the process of disheveling me
that I was already bleeding by the time I was naked. He shifted
his talons from my waist to my arms, clamping down around them both
firmly, still holding me up against the wall.
His other hand traced lines from my throat, around my breasts
and down to my, amazingly, moist center. I grimaced at how in the
damned possibility I could be horny right now. There was definitely
something wrong in me... but not as wrong as the cyborg before me.
�Still the same as I have left you� he murmured slightly, tracing
the old scars he inflicted upon me with almost a touch of tenderness.
Sneering he looked me straight in the eyes, bringing his face close.
�And still much more to do with you�. And with that remark, he
kissed me.
My eyes widened in surprised as his all cybernetic tongue pushed
into my mouth and all I could taste was a cold, actually more on
the lines of a freezing, metallic taste. It almost made me gag and
it made my mouth seriously numb. His hand, in the meantime, reached
down to the area between my legs and pushed three of his fingers
inside of me, fingering me madly and with such a pace he never had
before that I was already screaming into his mouth, legs kicking
out.
He released me, a satisfied smile displayed upon his misshapen
lips. I could see the coils from his back resting above me, eyeing
me, floating and swaying, waiting for the right moment as he removed
his fingers from me and lapped at the juices with his metal tongue.
�Mmm... though I can not taste you like I could before, I can
tell from the heat emanating from you that you're very aroused right
now... and though the touch from my body may feel cold and dead
to you, believe me my dear, you make me feel very alive�.
With that said and the sickening twist of a smile now displayed
just for me, the metallic coils zoomed out for me, some forcing
its way inside of my vagina, others circling my breasts, squeezing
as metal claws appear from the ends and are prodding and tugging
at my nipples while the last few coils circled my neck and shoved
their way into my mouth, forcing me to suck.
My screams were muffled as I bucked and kicked out, unable to
really move as Erol's coils worked their cruel magic on me. Thrusting
rapidly, twisting and doing everything in their power to cause me
both pleasure and tremendous amounts of pain.
Tears were pouring out of my eyes as my senses were being violated
in practically every single way. I kept my eyelids shut tight though,
not wanting to see the gaze that Erol had in store for me, not wanting
to see how satisfied I was making him right now.
The feeling to escape from here was long dispersed. All I wanted
was to be of use to the insane cybernetic man before, and I was
definitely doing that, if anything.
When I finally let out my last cry of muffled release did the
coils release me. Many fluids were flowing down and out of my body
now. Sweat, blood, orgasmic juices and tears.
I opened my eyes timidly and could see the triumphant gloat Erol
had on his face. Brought a sickening feeling to my stomach but also
a satisfied one as well.
Erol's talons then released me and I cried out in pain as I crashed
to the floor. In my dazed for I felt a sharp stab in my arm and
looking around I saw the syringe and some form of silver fluid being
injected into me before it was pulled out.
I looked up at Erol with a scared, questioning gaze and he chuckled
darkly, reaching down to grab my forearm around the part where he
inserted the needle, squeezing painfully, causing me to whimper
as he hoisted me to my feet.
�Now you'll be mine, in more ways than one�.
How my heart sung and wailed at those words.
* * *
As time passed, I too had changed. With the various injections
I was becoming a cybernetic being as Erol was. I no longer had a
need for food or water or to use the facilities anymore. That was
helpful, to an extent I suppose. Erol always said that those were
weaknesses all humans should be glad to be rid of. Besides I doubt
there was any food in this fortress anyway.
I thought I was going to change physically but Erol wanted to
keep my body looking the same so he could still inflict whatever
damage he deemed fit to have on me.
Though I wondered if I would bleed a different colour or having
something else come out of me when I orgasmed, that never changed.
I could tell a lot of me on the inside had morphed and evolved thanks
to Erol's treatments but I always remained the same old me on the
outside, just covered with more scars and more bruises than I ever
thought I'd have on me before.
Time had passed a great deal before the hero Jak returned and
infiltrated Erol's war factory, beating him and forcing the cybernetic
being to retreat. When he did I could hear his voice in my head
commanding me to jump through the portal that was in my room.
For a moment I honestly didn't want to, wanting to go down with
this factory and get out before I was in too deep. But in truth,
I was already in farther than I should of been and I could not disobey
him, even if I wanted to. So I went through the portal.
Part of me still regrets doing that. The pain I received from
his rage of Jak beating him was something I hoped he wouldn't do
often.
His mind was slipping, though he would never agree to it. He
was becoming more insane and maniacal, like any villain would. I
always thought he had a level head and maybe even more so now that
he was mostly robot, but his mood swings were now more irrational
and more violent. Like this was the worst thing for him mentally
to have become a robot.
His passion for pain and conquering was boundless. Whether it
was with his consulting with the Dark Makers or his thrashing of
my already abused body.
But I knew in the end, he would be his own downfall. I wonder
if Erol knew as well... perhaps that's why I could hear him stating
so often that he would defeat Jak and the world would be destroyed.
He was reassuring himself, just like he did countless times before
when he was human, hoping he could make it real when in truth he
couldn't.
Then the time came when Erol would go off to consult with the
Dark Makers. I knew that was the last I could see of him.
Let me say that our final parting was... quite intense. Nothing
romantic, nothing sweet and endearing about it. Just full of dominance,
control and a lot of pain.
I could watch, from the control panel in my room, of what Erol
was doing. How he made it to the Dark Maker's ship, how he grabbed
an enormous mechanical dragon looking behemoth to wreak havoc upon
the world. How the hero Jak and his furry ottsel followed him, first
destroying the legs of the beast, causing Erol to disengage and
crash the rest of the mechanical behemoth outside the gates of Spargus
City.
From there Jak went up to fight Erol, destroying the power cells
on the back of the monster's head and thus ending the ex commander's
life once and for all.
And there, before me on that panel came a message, telling me
if I'd rather go on living or to die with the cybernetic robot I
had grown attached to. I was surprised, being given this option.
It seemed like Erol had made this in a very brief moment where he
was thinking rationally. It did happen, but rarely. He was a lot
more rash with his decision makings.
I never expected this from him though. I never thought he truly
gave a damn for my opinion. But I suppose, apart of him that was
truly human still did, and that touched me, if anything.
I sighed, contemplating. I bit my lower lip hard and then closed
my eyes as I reached out and pressed the button.
When I opened them the screen disappeared and everything around
me became dark. My breath came up in short, untimed gasps till it
didn't come at all and then I fell to the ground, cold and dead.
Erol was definitely insane to think he could have and win it
all.
I was definitely the fool to keep on going back to him.
Such a perfect match, wouldn't you agree?
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

A Fool's Insanity