/Michael
"Sure, let's begin with this one." - is a man's voice I hear, then a damn hit to my side. Pain makes me grunt, these fuckers. Can't see anything, with my eyes covered, judging how hard breathing is, there should be a damn bag over my head. Trying to move my hands and feet - futile. I'm tied up as a damn turkey for thanksgiving.
"Ahaha! Look, he's awake." - the damn man's voice again and I feel like someone grabbed me by the armpits, raising me up, sitting me atop a chair or something. Then the bag overhead is yanked off. It's not really that light here. I squint my eyes, trying to make them focus. Fuck…
There's roughly ten of them here.
"It's alright Kostja, I'll take it from here." - One of them walks from the corner of the room and takes a seat on the chair opposite me. The others seem to leave the room. By the sounds of it and what I'm able to see - there are indeed just two of us now.
"Tsk, so, little rat, who sent you?" - The man looks in his late 30's, or could it be just their Iron City shenanigans of being young.
"No one." - I reply, as I sense my voice is rather hoarse.
The man nods with disapproval.
" 'No one,' he says." - His smile is that of a damn predator, like he sees through you, or is about to pounce at any weakness. - "You come to my town, standing out like a damn fool and you say 'no one' sent you. Are you taking me for an idiot? Pfff…" - He laughs, as he gets up and walks over.
He grabs my face and makes me look at him. He feels rather cold, an intimidating kind of cold. Blue eyes, blond, like a damn thug in a mob, though something is off.
"Ye-es, those eyes." - He says to me. - "Those eyes are what makes you stand out. Other two as well. The eyes." - He shoves my face to the side, as he paces around me.
"Where are you from, huh?" - He asks. - "Not telling me anything is not going to work. I have ways. So you better speak."
I still am not sure if I'll succumb to his game.
"Where are the others?" - I finally ask. He halts his pacing right behind me.
"Uhum. He speaks. Good. You want to know about them, huh?" - He places his hand on my shoulder, another hand grips my chin and raises my head up to meet him looking down at me. A really filthy feeling washed over me - no… he's a goddamn pervert predator. Fuck.
"My men are having fun with them. Maybe fucking, mabe torturing. Who knows. They're allowed to play." - He replies.
"Who are you?" - I ask him.
"You came here and don't know?" - He grimaced, watching me with curiosity, then his face leaned closer to mine. - "You really don't know, huh? Vlad. Vlad Kaminski. Ring the bell yet?" - He asks, I try to shake my head in reply, he gives a small nod before heavily slapping my head. So hard the head started to ring. Shit. He's strong.
"So how come that you get here and look me in the eyes saying you don't know me… He… He-he… A-ha-ha-ha-ha!" - Vlad laughs, then gets back on his chair. - "That's funny. Has the Li family finally fixed their printing? You look Asian enough to be from their side. Though not knowing me? Me? Funny! You're a funny thing." - Vlad points at me, mockingly. - "It was the Li family, wasn't it? Those fucks had their system fucked for decades with printing the doll-like slaves. These eyes, the damn look behind them, the soul - that was gone for a very long time. The last time we saw a doll with a soul was over a 100 years ago. Funny. Really funny. Did they print your cock well as well? Let me see." - Vlad gets up and starts undressing me, as my bonds are still on. Undoing my pants, pulling out my junk and twisting it about in his hands, as he genuinely expects me as a doll.
All I can think right now with this prick being so rough on me is to punch him in his damn face. The fucking harted for these people is what got me in the damn project, but having them still out is what really drives me up the wall - these preverted twisted fucks should be eliminated. Me pressing my teeth together, holding back the wish to strangle him piques his attention.
"Huh… A doll that's not a doll. Shit…" - He lets out. - "You looking at me with those eyes makes me rock hard, you know. It's been decades since we've had good dolls to amuse us with. Ugh…" - Vlad gets up, undoes his pants and starts to wank himself off right in front of my face. I turn to look aside, but he grabs my face with his hand and makes me look back at him, as he goes on with pumping his dick.
"These eyes, oh how I missed this…" - Vlad starts grunting, as he looks me in the eyes, I stare back at him, really wishing I could jam a damn icepick, a knife, anything in his throat. Fucking psycho.
"Ah, yes, that's it." - He smiles, licking his lips, then puts the tip of his cock to my lips, letting out a moan, as he bloody enjoys it. - "Fu-uck…" - He grunts and presses his tip against my lips, squirting his jizz against me… Some even went up my nose, so I had to roughly breathe out, with a damn cum bubble blowing out. Disgusting.
He pulls back, looking at his work. His cum dripped down my face, as it exploded all over. Now I really, eagerly wish to make him stop breathing forever.
"Ah fuck, you'll make my balls dry, if you keep looking at me like that." - Vlad smirks, then janks me by the shoulder, pushing me down onto the floor.
My pants were pulled back down, as he placed himself behind me. Shit. He's a dead meat once my hands get free.
"I've missed this so much. Oh how I've missed this." - Vlad keeps speaking, as he pulls my ass to the sides, revealing my ass to him, then without any second of thought - he rammed his boner inside my ass.
I yelped in pain, feeling his hot fucking cock up my ass, painful, very fucking painful.
"Ah, such fucking pleasure…" - He moans, as he at first leans to me, then pulls back, yanking me up by the ropes which have my hands tied behind my back. - "Oh have I missied this…" - Vlad keeps yapping. - "It's been so long… So damn long…Ah…A-ah!" - His moans mix with grunts, like a damn desperation.
Then the damn ramming my rear begins. Senselessly, like a damn rabid dog going at it. That damn pace of his and the pain that kept going, did make me cry out a few times in pain… No, this is not a humiliation, it's a damn prick with psychotic shit up his brain doing dogshit crazy things.
"No," - He pulls me up even more, grabbing my face with one hand, pinning my back to his chest. - "No, you should cry for me. I love that. Yes. Go on, cry for me." - He says in my ear, as the other hand grabs my cock with force, almost crushing my balls along with all that, like he's trying to rip it off.
"Agh!" - I let out, as I feel the excruciating pain. But cursing at him is what will get him even more happy, letting him get off on it even more. I ain't giving him the damn satisfaction. The more he pulled, the more I clenched my jaw, my teeth held tight, the pain and cries held back. Not a tear will be shed for this fucks pleasure.
"He he" - Vlad smirks, pulls back. For a moment there I'm back at being with my face on the cold floor, but then he turns me around, pulling up the tied legs and throwing it over his head, his hands grabbing my ass roughly once more and he shoves his cock up my rear once again.
He tried to wank me off, but it was futile. My damn dick would not go up for him. He went on and on, until finally he hit my prostate. I cried out a moan. I could not hold that one back.
"Haha, found it." - Vlad let out rather proudly and started to ram inside of me right on that spot.
It made me feel with the whole body the damn orgasm, over and over again. My cock went up, my jizz splashing over my stomach multiple times over. All the while - this damn psycho would not even have it off.
I lost the damn track of time, as my mind began to wander. The whole room became a damn haze. The whole setup is now somewhere gone. It felt like I was watching him fuck me in there, as if I stood beside the whole thing. Watching it like a movie. Ah, so that's the damn trauma like… Disassociation. No wonder.
It took hours. Then I knew I passed out from the pain and some damn blood loss from my ripped ass. I could not be sure if he got his satisfaction or not. Fucking psycho.
I woke up from shivering. The damn cold started to get to me. I opened my eyes, what felt like crusted over with the bodily fluids that were over me - semen, sweat, bruises, nail marks like I was clawed up. Looking at myself as much as I could, but it was hard to keep my head up. Clothes are torn off completely. Same room though. Same two chairs and nothing else in this large room.
My hands and feet are still tied up. I tried to sit up - painful. My ass felt like it was on fire, body aching all over. I pulled up to sit… The cold floor was annoying. The shivering was annoying. For a moment there I felt like the tears were welling up in my eyes, but I held back. No, not yet. I'll have the freedom to break down in the warm safe hands of Ana. Not yet.
The door opened and some thug walked in. Smirking at me. He had a piece of cloth in hands. Came over and threw it over me - a really ragged blanket. Like it was taken from a beggar.
"Come on." - Someone else called from the outside. - "Ain't got time for this shit."
The man who threw the blanket over me turned around and walked out. Once more I was alone in this room.
Some time went on. It felt like a damn prison with an awful kind of life. If one could call it life. I suppose a brothel in medieval times might have a better state of life for the workers. Unlike here.
The door opened once more. Another thug came in, then walked over to me, took me like a sack of potatoes, threw me over the shoulder and took me along. A hall, another one, stairs, hall, then the open door to the room.. He threw me inside of it, then locked the door behind.
The damn place had the audacity to have shitty lighting. It's like an abandoned damn mine or something. Hard to see.
"Michael?" - A familiar voice called to me. I turned to faintly distinguish the outline.
"Jane?" - I asked back.
"I'm killing those sons of bitches." - Another familiar voice - Sujin.
We sat in silence for a bit.
"What do you think they're planning?" - Jane let out. His voice was tired, though it was not in the realms of the kind where a person would choose death to stop it all.
"Doesn't matter. They'll keep using us for as long as they can." - Sujin let out as she was filled with fury. - "Can't wait to put a damn knife in their throats."
"They won't get away with it." - I let out. - "Not after what they did to us."
"Did they know?" - Sujin asks. - "That we'd get like this."
"I think they did." - I replied. - "They just kept it out."
"Sick fucks. All of them." - Sujin adds.
The next few days were like torture. An old woman, blind, by the looks of it, would bring us some food. Then wait for us to finish it and take plates, before she'd leave. Some time later there'd be a few men coming in, fucking us rough, beating, covering us with their smelly cum. Then after what feels like hours on end - they'd leave. As we lay there - there'd be a few old women coming in, taking us out to a room next door to wash up roughly with cold as fuck water, putting some damn rags on us, then back into the cell we went.
That cell did have a hole in the floor resembling a toilet. That's where we'd relieve ourselves.
It felt like too long passed by. Too damn long. Every few days Vlad would show up and fuck me in particular. Raging on about how he loves the look in my eyes, then slapping the hell out of me each time. Sujin had some other sick bastard handling her, Jane another. They all looked in their late 30's, but their banter did reveal that they're over the age of 150. One of the first ones that got to be here.
Our silence prompted them to chat more openly with time, as they felt like we ain't a threat. Just a trapped doll serving its purpose.
During the time after the washing up, sitting in the room, we heard the commotion outside. We sat there, leaning against the wall. The hands and feet were tied up. All the damn time. So not much of walking, nor much of moving.
A blast was audible outside. The door finally opened. A few people ran in. Gas masks, special outfits for the military. They put the masks on us.
"Can you walk?" - A woman asked us.
"No." - I replied for all of us.
They took us over the shoulder, like sacks of flour and ran out.
The damn gunfire was audible, shouts and screams.
We were taken down. Elevator, then another and another. Then thrown into the back of the car and driven somewhere. Once I saw the light of the sun outside, I felt the heart ache.
We sat in silence, whilst being taken somewhere. Still with ropes around our wrists, ankles. The ride was a few hours long. Then we saw it - Outpost.
The moment the car stopped - Haley and a few other androids came over, opening the door, taking us out and running into the building with us.
A room with light, there's few people inside. Androids placed us on the sofa, then began taking off the bonds.
"He's fucking dead." - A voice I love, the one I won't fail to know upon hearing - Ana.
She walked over to us, looking closer to what was done. Her hands touched my cheeks softly, then she pulled me into a hug. Her body was trembling with anger. I shuddered and cried. Grabbing her tightly in front of me. I'm never letting her go. Never.
Isabel grabbed hold of Sujin. Jane was hugged by Mia. For a bit there - all three of us cried. Cried into the chests and shoulders of those who we missed dearly.
The weakness is what got us. With all that outburst, then relief, the familiarity and safety - we were asleep. Safe.
"You were gone for over four months in that hell hole." - Ana sat next to me, as I was in bed. - "I could not get hold of Feng. I had not one person contacting even the outpost. So we went in with the androids and firepower. First we cleaned up the entry you went into. TaeYeon printed out enough androids for a fine-sized army. So we took hold of that. The next levels were interesting. Met with the army that was on our side. They helped us, or rather we helped them to kill off anything that was against us. Then we got to know that there's more to that Hell hole than just that area. There were five. Someone said they've seen you go to Souza. We headed there next. Cleaned that out. Then it was Dlamini - cleaned that out, though still no signs of you. By the time we reached Kaminski - TaeYeon printed even more androids from the shit we pulled out of the damn city, as well as what we could use in it, and now we really had an army. Kaminski was cleared out, then Desai… But it all started on the Li side." - Ana gently told me.
"How come it was four months? It felt close to a month at most… Though the last part felt like it was too long." - I let out.
"It's the drug they use." - Ana took my hand into hers. - "They have a drug that makes you sleep off a lot, not remembering a thing, like a long gap in memory, messing with actual perception of time. Isabel is analysing it currently."
We sat in silence for a bit.
"Michael?" - Ana asked, like there was something heavy that's about to be said.
"Mhm?" - I mumbled.
"Can I place you in cryo to access all your memories from the City?" - Ana looked me in the eyes, determined to get to whatever is plaguing her.
"You can. Anything for you." - I softly smiled at her. She got up, leaned towards me, but before she could hug me, I flinched away from her. The body started to shudder. I felt terrified. She stopped and leaned a bit away.
"It's…" - She let out a sigh, then slowly, really slowly her hand reached mine, her fingers touching me gently… That made me pull my hand back towards my chest.
What the hell is going on with me? Ana looked down for a moment, then met my eyes.
"It's gonna be alright." - She smiled warmly, with great sadness right there behind her eyes. - "I promise. I'll make sure not one fucker will lay as much as breath on you."
She turned and walked towards the door, then stopped, looked at me once more, like she's really that eager to skin someone alive for me. Gave me a nod and walked out.
/Ana
It took a bit. It really did. For TaeYeon and BongCha to develop an observers interface, which would allow one to also insert themselves in the system, but not to be noticed inside of it - so that the memories of things, or rather - recollection of things - would not haze over.
That all then led to Sujin, Jane and Michael getting into the cryo. These three were in absolutely horrendous condition when we found them. Isabel took a bit to not only detox them, as much as she could, but to also take out some inserted tech that was similar to the AIO systems chip embedded into the back of the head. That was then handed for both TaeYeon and BongCha to analyze. Yet to figure out what that did.
But here, currently in this room we had the three of them - sent into the den of monsters, recovered, though - absolutely crumbling apart by the looks of it.
Once the system stabilised, Isabel helped me to get into the cryo pod next to them. BongCha made sure to connect me to them, whilst she monitors the whole thing.
"It is dangerous there. You never know how the system might turn." - Isabel warned.
"I get that, but after the cleanup we did, it seems to be alright now." - I reassured her.
"Don't do dumb shit in there." - Were the words Isabel said before I went into the system.
The setup was pretty interesting. I opened my eyes in the room that looked like something from an Asian sci-fi thing. Filled with both tech and remnants of the past in some way.
"There you are." - Someone spoke beside me. I turned to see Sheng.
Ah, the memory is playing out, shit how it scared me.
Sheng stood by the door, Feng walked towards him, then stopped by the sofa. On the sofa were Sujin, Jane and Michael. I walked over to them, as they all looked like dolls - maybe some chemical was already used then - when they just got into the damn place. Fuck…
"Seems like it's all going well." - Feng looked at the trio. Walked to them, vowed his hand in front of them, poked their faces - no reaction.
"The process is the same as the one used in customer service." - Sheng stated.
"Ah." - Feng looked up with a smile. - "So they're now a bunch of capable playmates."
"Master?" - Sheng looked a bit unsettled, but still determined.
Feng straightened up and coldly looked at Sheng.
"Master, are you sure? This might provoke the bunker." - Sheng added.
"Hmm… Provoke…" - Feng let out as if he mulled it over, but his face, the expression he wore - was stone cold. - "I did say they'll get to know this place. I did not say how. Nor have I claimed to help them. So I do hold up my end of the bargain."
Feng, you cold son of a bitch… I watched the playout of this memory, not sure if I'm mad, not sure where this will go.
"So make sure they're all now presented to the family, as agreed upon." - Feng let out. - "I have other things to prepare for."
"Yes, Master." - Sheng replied.
A few girls walked in and took each one from my people by the hand, guiding them out. I followed.
They went out to the elevators, then the fancy-looking apartments. The three went separate ways, guided by the handlers. I followed each one to see where they'll end up. First I followed Sujin.
She walked off to the house of one of the elder brothers of Feng. A tall, absolutely eerie looking thug. One Sujin was placed in his 'playroom', which the maids called such, as I overheard.
This man then proceeded to evaluate her, as if she's a piece of furniture. He made her stand, took one hand, pulled up, then another. Put those down. Opened her mouth, stuck his fingers in, pulled… That whole thing is reminiscent of slave trade, really.
The next parts were not that easy to view.
Clothes were ripped off her body. He eagerly licked her all over, before he pulled her to her knees, opening her mouth… He took some time to admire what he saw, before taking off his own clothes and showing roughly his cock into her mouth. Deep. Though the size was not that great - the bloody way he went about it was too rough. He pulled her up and threw onto bed, then fucked her from the front, behind, in the mouth again.
She was not really making any noise - perhaps that's the drug. The silence on her part, like a doll… Whilst he moaned, groaned… His body clapping against hers with force. Her hair stuck to her skin, with all the bodily fluids he already ejected onto her. Covered in his cum, his sweat… Disgusting.
Once he was done - he pulled her off the bed and threw her onto the floor. Like a used rug.
All the while I'm just standing here, next to the wall, in this darned observer mode… Rage slowly boiling inside me. I'd kill this twat in the most medieval way possible. Torturing him with rats which eat his body from the outside in and then inside out. I'd go far with that. I really would.
With all that ordeal over - the maids came in and took Sujin out. I followed along. They washed her, cleaned her, put the clothes back on and moved her to her supposed room, placing on the bed. Some small thing of a strip was then placed on the back of her neck and she closed her eyes. Sleeping - I presume.
Next I followed Jane. The premise was similar.
He was taken to one of the sisters. A younger one. That brat went ahead to suck him, kiss him, fuck him both with her body and with a huge box of toys provided. The maids made sure to inject his penis with something that it would stand for hours.
Looking at Jane in bondage, strapped to bed, this girl riding him over and over again. Shouting in pleasure, moaning to heavens. She squirted on him, peed onto him, even opened his mouth and managed to shit in his mouth. All the while Jane looked out in outer space - the eyes of someone away. This whole thing kept on going for half a day, until he was all covered with her juices and shit.
Same thing was here - maids came in and pulled the straps off, took the toys out of Jane's rear, took him to wash him properly, cleaned out everything. He was there like a doll. It infuriated me every bit it lasted. Then they placed him back to his room, bed, once more - a strip stuck behind his neck and he closed eyes - presumably asleep.
I really wanted to pull her apart with bare hands. But nah, here I stand like a wallflower in this memory - observing.
When I followed Michael I felt like I'd love to just rip whomever apart already.
A woman. Another damn woman. Older. She eyed him, paced about, pulled off the clothes, touched him, stuck her fingers in his ass, pulled those out and licked them. Eww.
Then proceeded to be the one to inject his cock with something so it would stand. I guess the same shit that was used on Jane.
"My my, has Feng finally given me something worthy." - She paced around, as she made sure to touch all of Michael. - "I'll make sure this one lasts. Seems like a rare specimen."
Rare specimen? Why are they treating people like goddamn animals? Fucking psychos.
Michael stood there, in the middle of the room. This woman finally got in front of him on her knees, cusking his dick like the best lollipop she ever had, all the whilst playing with herself. She kept moaning into his dick, as she went ahead with it.
By the sounds she let out, as she had his dick deep inside her throat - she came, then pulled back, with saliva dripping. She stood up, grabbed him by the hair and pulled to bed. Threw him on it, then proceeded to get onto his cock. But that was not all. She pulled out a short whip and kept hitting him, as she fucked him. No. Not gently - the blood came out from the wounds.
"This bitch.." - I let out, as I was really boiling over.
"Mmm-mmm. No can do." - The voice of Michael, but not really, sounded right next to me. I turned to look - it was him, but with bunny ears, eyes that are both cold and mad, outfit like he was some game character.
"What.." - I looked at him puzzled.
"I'm Hare." - He said to me, as he stood next to me, then looked at what was happening in front of us on the bed. - "That's rather unfortunate. Not something he's happy about, or proud of." - Hare added.
"How are you here?" - I looked at this Hare confused.
"You," - Hare turned to me, facing me, yet as if towering above me, - "Came to ME, out of own volition. So let me ask You - What are You doing Here?" - The tone was cold, the gaze was almost calculating if he wanted to kill me or not. I felt terror creep up on me.
"Ah.." - I opened my mouth, feeling like I'm trembling slightly. - "I came here to see what happened to them. With my own eyes."
"Mhm." - Hare rolled his eyes. - "Come on." - He grabbed me by the arm, painfully, pulling me out of the room, into a place that resembles an old abandoned hospital. It's damn cold in this place. I even see frost on the walls.
"So let me get it right." - Hare lets me go, as he walks over towards the window. - "You're some random person who dares to come into my domain to watch very unfortunate things. What is your goal? To hurt him more? Hurt me more?"
"No-no. I'm just.." - I begin to explain myself but he cuts me off, as he throws a damn knife in my direction which flies past my ear.
"What's in it for you?" - Hare continues. - "Hmm. But you do seem familiar. Who are you?"
"My name is Ana." - I reply, though the trembling is not about to cease.
"A-ana." - Hare gives it a thought. - "Not sure…" - He comes over, looking at me more intently, then pulls out another knife and taps the end of it gently to my face. - "I wonder if that's the one thing…" - Then he smirks maniacally, grabbing me by the throat, pulling my face closer to his. - "Oh it IS you. How poetic. Came to die here, huh?"
"N..o…" - I manage to squeeze out, as the pressure on my windpipes increases.
" 'No', she says… But here you are. That is not making sense." - He purrs, though his tone is not warm in nature.
I grab him by the hand, still trembling, but something more pressing is ongoing, so dealing with this other version of Michael…
"Fine." - Hare lets me go. - "Explain. You have five minutes."
I cough, as the cold air is once more passing through, as I breathe.
"It's my fault I sent them there." - I look up at him. - "I was not aware of how far things went. They don't have the memory of all of this out there. So I came to see for myself what was done to them."
"Pity? Worry? Anger? Own fault? You sound all over the place." - Hare looks at me coldly. - "What did you do about it? What will you do about it?"
"We've killed most of them. I'm yet to see who else fucked up to annihilate them for all they did. But I need to know who." - I say, through pain in my throat.
"Vengance. Ha-ha–ha! HA-HA-HA! What a silly thing!" - Hare laughs hysterically, then places his hand on my shoulder, once he stops, bending down a bit to meet my eyes on the same level. - "It's not YOUR vengeance to take. It's theirs." - His eyes glisten with madness, yet the murderer's coldness.
"What would you suggest?" - I let out, partially afraid of what could be next.
Hare leans back, then paces about.
"We take care of it. All of us. The Jester, the Priestess and me. We take the vengeance in our own hands." - Hare replies.
"But what about…" - I try to ask about the other side of consciousness, but he cuts me off.
"They have no recollection because they decided to erase that. Not us. We remember. So how about it…" - Hare turns to me. - "How about you let US out and we take care of the rest, hm?"
"Like I have the say in it…" - I breathe out.
"Oh but you do." - Hare smiles.
At that moment I felt like air was sucked out of my lungs and all went dark…