/Feng
"Ugh…" - a young man let out, as he lay next to me. The beauty of this one is as much curated as any other within the service of the pleasures of the body. I slap him on the rear.
"Off you go." - I say to him. He gets up, takes his garments and walks out of the room. At the same moment Sheng walks in. His eyes go over the room, me and the mess that's all over.
"So?" - Sheng asks, walking off to the chair, taking a seat.
"You're getting more brazen by the day." - I say, as I sit in the bed naked, with my dick hanging.
"She's getting impatient." - Sheng seems rather annoyed.
I let out a sigh, as I got up and walked towards the shower. The warmth of water over my body, as I slowly wash off the sweat, the cum and the stains of pleasure. I have been in this darned room for over a week, fucking people over and over again, having food brought here, sleeping here, thank fuck the maids come to change bedding every now and again. Though it seems that half the maids have been replaced by my mother. She sure is rather in a foul mood, if she decided to put so much surveillance onto me.
"The albino family is exploring the Souza region." - Sheng says, as he walks into the bathroom.
"Good." - I let out, as I am done with washing and get the towel to dry off.
"Are you gonna wait for them, or will you start earlier?" - Sheng leans on the wall with his shoulder.
"Do you think it would be a surprise for the family if I were to bed you?" - I asked him, as I walked close, my hand reaching for his ass, cupping it.
"They already think that, so it won't matter." - Sheng replies, as he looks me in the eyes.
"Hm." - I press my lips, as I look aside, then walk off back into the room.
"Should we begin?" - Sheng follows me.
"Ehhh…" - I try to find my clothes in this mess. - "I wonder if it's too early."
"I wonder if it's too late." - Sheng sounds really agitated.
"Get the food." - I order, after I finally get dressed.
Sheng walks over to the door, opens, requests the food to be brought in and stands there, waiting. After a few minutes the food arrives with the cart and a couple of new maids sent by the mother.
Ah, poison, huh? I roll my eyes, as the food is set on the table in front of me. The maids - as all the maids of my mothers have the same damn trait - dead eyes. Like they're no longer alive whatsoever. Not the first time that I'm seeing it, for now - not the last time either.
The maids stand there waiting for me to touch the food. I eye them, then pick at my food with the utensils. Dramatically grimace, lean back in my chair.
"Nah. I want something else this time. Bring me something more appropriate." - I brush my hair back, as they're still partially wet. - "Get me another play thing."
Maids put the food back on the cart, then go off and out the damn door. Sheng gestures for another man to come in, another plaything for the day. Then a woman comes in, holding a rather big covered tray - one of my maids.
She puts the tray on the table. Meanwhile, a man stands next to the bed.
"Go wash up first." - I order the playmate and he does as told - going to the bathroom, the water's turned on.
The maid lifts the cover of the tray - a fine meal prepared. I begin with the meat.
"It'll be another few weeks." - Sheng lets out, as he watches me eat. He still stands next to the door, though it's closed for now.
I give a nod. After a bit I finished all the food. The maid covers the tray and takes it away.
I look at Sheng, standing in the doorway. The playmate came out of the bathroom, then walked over to the bed.
"Tomorrow." - I say to Sheng, then turn to the playmate. Sheng walks out, closing the door behind.
Undressing the playmate is rather easy. They're way too used to the whole thing, they're way too theatric, actors of the damn bed stage. Not that much to work with eventually, but appearances have to be kept with some things, especially if I'm to try and fool the damn family.
He gets on his knees and pulls my robe apart, having my cock right next to his face. With only his mouth he tries his best to get me up. Though I'm not so sure if this one can pull off a feat as hard as this one, after I've had my fill with over a dozen more within a few days. Within a week it was over thirty, I presume.
He keeps touching himself, as he tries his damned best to get me up. Fine. I try to focus on the senses, growing the length in his mouth. Eventually he pulls back, having the length fill his mouth. I take him by the hair and push him all the way, his nose now touching my skin. He seems to choke on me, his eyes watering, throat pulsing from the gag reflex that's about to make him let out whatever is inside his stomach outwards.
"Ha-ah…" - I tiredly let out, as I pull his head back. He coughs. - "Turn around." - I command. He does as told.
I take his shoulders and push him down onto the bed. He's face down, his ass up where it should be. Nothing new about that. I lean in to him, getting right next to his ear.
"Has XiaoDan sent any news yet?" - I whisper to him, my hand on his ass. His whole body softly jerked at the mention of the Master he serves.
"He's gone under." - Playmate replies.
I slap his rear half-force. The man slinches.
"Do me a favour, moan for a bit, so I can do my work in peace." - I was about to get up, but he wraps his hands abound my waist.
"I still need some…" - He looks down at my cock, then back at me. - "You know, for when they check."
"Ah shit…" - I let out tiredly. - "Where do you want it?"
He gives it a thought for a moment. Looking at me, then at himself, then down on the bed itself. Sure, the process of that decision is a hard one. Depending on where you want the cum of another to be scooped out of. Due to 'checks' - they check your stomach, mouth, asses and vaginas for inspection to know that playmates served their purpose, if they are taken out for exactly sexual purposes. Anything else - no checks there. It's rather obvious. Either beat up to a harsh extent, or plainly dead. No in-between.
"Have you made your mind up yet?" - I smile at him, as he seems to take the question rather seriously.
"My ass." - He says. - "Though, can I request something?"
Oh, look at him gaining humanity. A request he says. Adorable.
"Go on." - I replied.
"I um, I heard of your skills… Could you make me really 'melt', as you did with others?" - He looks at me, wondering if the legends are true. I guess things do take a turn if you tell lies extensively.
"Geez." - I breathe out. Get up, get a damn ribbon off the side table, then wrap it around his eyes. The shirt he had is now wrapped around his hands, tied neatly behind him.
"Be sure to NOT hold your voice back." - I note to him, as I pull him a bit lower on the bed, his feet touching the floor now. I'm on my knees in front of him. Taking his cock up in my mouth, made him twitch inside already. What a fool.
I took it slowly. Licking the top, then the length of his cock slowly went down my throat. What luck do I have to not have a damn gag reflex, what curse do I have to love it when it chokes my breath, as I have a long girthy cock up my throat. This here did not really have the length to make me shudder. But I did make him moan. A lot. With my mouth over his cock all the time, my fingers slithering up to his ass and inside of it, then right as it should be - the sweet prostate which I find every damn time with ease. Pressing it, throbbing my finger into it - the playmate moaned loudly, shivering, shudders of pleasure, coming in my mouth over and over again. His voice slowly became hoarse from all that. Sweet-sweet thing.
It took me a good half hour, but I did feel like I stretched it out for him. As I let him go only when he started to shoot blanks in my mouth, with all his semen now being my desert after lunch. What romance of life, huh?
Playmate lay on bed, sleeping, after all that orgasm which he had to endure for almost an hour without breaks. Like I'd give them breaks after they ask me to please them. Not a chance.
After undoing all the bondings on the man, I let him sleep. Meanwhile I cleaned up and sat at the table, checking the details on the tablet. The damn thing with issues rising is not really helping. XiaoDan going into hiding either means he's down in the gutter, being close to extermination or he left to another part of the Iron City. Not sure if he'd be able to leave the place at all.
The door opened and Mei walked in. She came over to me, sitting herself right opposite.
"Can I murder them?" - Mei asks.
"Anyone in particular or everyone altogether? You have to be more specific." - I placed my hand on the table, resting my chin on it.
"The whole of the damn family." - Mei adds.
"Where's XiaoDan and Wen?" - I looked at her, as I raised my head, then stretched in the chair and looked at her.
"Souza." - Mei replies.
"So alive. Good." - I look at the data on the tablet once more. - "Get Hua and Yichen. We start the plan. Get Xiu to start the weeding. I'll personally come to the flowers, once they're in the pot."
"And me?" - Mei looked me in the eyes.
"You go pluck their feathers from their chicken ass, when all is in the cage. I'll come help." - I replied. She gave me a nod.
"I'm off starting now." - Mei says.
"Wait for Xiu and Hua. Better yet - Yichen shall come see you himself when you can go plucking all you want. A little more patience." - I tell her, as she moves towards the door.
"All I want?" - She stops for a moment.
"All of it." - I replied.
"Good. I'll let them know." - Mei says and leaves the room.
"These kids… God do I miss annoying someone certain." - I look at the bed, with a really sweet man laying there with his ass out of the sheets, hugging the pillows.
The rest of the day - just as I supposed it would be.
I finally got out of this room back into my quarters, where I had checked if my people were still my people - pretty funny thing, but a little chip embedded in all my staff made it easier to check the status of them all on my screen, as I sat down to see if there's any updates. By the looks of it - plenty. From the outpost, from the bunker, I suppose.
"We've got a person awaiting your attention." - Sheng came into the office, eyed me and turned around. I got up and followed.
The jittery sense of finally getting my hands on some of those in the close circle to my mother. Just a short walk down the hall and we're in a nice room. Pretty small, with proper isolation to all and anything one would imagine probing.
She's tied up to a chair. Ah, I know who that is just by the outfit - Li Xinxi. My dear sister, a 'bastard' born from mother and another man.
The moment I enter and the doors are closed - the sack from her head is removed. She raises her head to look at the people in the room - me, Sheng and a few of my good men.
"What the hell are you doing?" - Xinxi looks at me with disdain. Yep, same hatred that runs in the whole other members of the family. How amusing.
"Ah, nothing much. Just wanted to know the access codes to the vault." - I say, as I walk over to the table with prepared bits. Small knives, needles, skin peelers, all sorts of nifty little things.
"You ain't getting that out of me, you failure!" - Xinxi hisses at me. - "Stop pretending to be such a great thing, when you're absolutely just a pile of stinking shit in the gutter."
"Ah, what a charmer." - I let out and pick the longest needle. - "But you see, I really need the vault codes."
I approach her with the needle in my hands, as I play with it.
"I really, re-eally need the codes." - I let out playfully. - "And you'll tell me all of it."
"Ugh, all that fight just to give me what I want." - I take the towel handed to me by Sheng, to wipe the blood off my face and hands.
"We'll proceed with the others." - Sheng lets out.
"Make sure to round up ten at a time. I'm bored." - I say, as I leave the room filled with blood spatter, the lifeless body in the chair, her eyes frozen in horror, mouth agape, as torn cheeks hang. - "Underestimating me is their flaw. Sheng?"
"Yes master?" - Sheng looks up at me.
"Hua and Yichen? Xiu?" - I ask.
"Already hard at work." - Sheng replies.
"Good." - I conclude and walk back to my room.
The rest was rather easy. Wash up and go get some sleep. Though, as I stood in the underwear in my room, the damn call came into the screen. I walked up to it as is, answering.
"What?" - I ask, as I lean into the view.
"Free streptease show? Really? Quite the greeting." - Mia's smiling face greets me. - "Anyway, lord fancy-pants, we'll be in need to get the updates about our flock in your dungeon soon enough. Also, Ana said she's sending you the androids. They'll clear up the entrance. Well, clean out the entrance, if I understood her right. She sends regards. As well as says that the information submerging you spoke about works."
"Is that him? Oh dear…" - A voice of another lady comes through the call.
"Isabel, no." - Mia turns to the side, as she replies to her.
"Hi Isabel." - I say with a smirk.
A fine porcelain-looking lady shows her face, with a really cunning smile.
"Hi Feng. Don't be naughty and go rest. We've got it all well. You do what you promised there." - Isabel smiled, but her eyes felt like she saw through things and seeped venom at the same time.
"Alright ladies, thank you for the information. I'll head off to sleep. Bye." - I turn off the call and really head to bed.
Bloody long days are long. Though, as it goes - I'm finally getting towards my freedom of being me as I am, not 'me' that's played for show. How liberating.
"Wake the fuck up!" - Sheng was shaking my shoulder roughly, making my eyes open. As I focus my eyesight, he continues. - "Your mother sent the guards, we ain't got time! GET UP!"
Well that was enough to get me going. My clothes were thrown on roughly, the tablet already was held in Sheng's hands, and a few of my guards were already at the door.
I ran to my computer, scanning my metrics to ensure that the safety protocol went off. Then I turned around and ran out along with Sheng and the few guards I had with me.
"She killed off half of your staff already. We ain't got much left." - Sheng pestered, as we made our way through our servants' paths. Specially made for my perks a few years back. Pretty convenient in the times of escape.
"What about Mei? Has she been caught?" - I ask, as we hurry towards the Souza gates.
"She's killing them off. As much as she can with the third of the military. Xiu and XiaoDan already set off the damn poison mist. Hua and Yichen are in the Souza camp." - Sheng replied.
We kept running at full speed to the Souza side, thanks to the bloody alliance - the gate opened just as we were approaching. A few hundred of my people along with me crossed over.
"What about Mia?" - I ask Sheng.
"If she runs to the gutters - she'll get out. Anything else ends in death. She's smart enough to make a good decision." - Sheng answers.
The sound of the gates heavily closing behind us got me to realize - it really is on now. The whole takeover. Fuck, never have I thought that I would have to rely on others to reclaim my side of this hell.
Along with Sheng, a dozen people with us, I made my way to Gabriel's house. Did not take long, thanks to this whole side being the area that 'belongs' to him. Or rather - falls under his jurisdiction. The other side though - very much claimed by the Elders. Not a fun spot at all.
Corridors after corridors and eventually we're in the guest quarters of the house.
"Oh, you look ragged." - Gabriel comes out with a smile.
"The event was set off." - Sheng responds.
Gabriel took a moment to check who was with me.
"Where's the others?" - Gabriel came clover, just a step away now.
"I've sent them to other parts." - I look around. Gabriel nods, then turns around and walks around the sofa.
"So we begin." - He mutters, as he paces. - "Xavier!" - He calls out loudly. A military built man comes in. - "Go notify Maria that events have begun. Now."
The bulky thing gives a nod, as faint as a breath, and leaves in a hurry.
"Has he got a stick up his rear?" - I mutter under my breath.
"You never know." - Sheng whispers to me.
"Feng! The guys you sent to us a while ago - they've seen the 'blood games'. They, I assume, got as much information as they could. They're already in Dlamini. Though, I wonder how they'll cross from there to Kaminski, since Lethabo is not here. Lesedi being the more sensible one, but…"
"But?" - I raise my brow, as I sense some shit incoming.
"But he's been rather lost, once his sister got 'lost' in that outpost." - Gabriel faced me. - "How come there's no information about the Outpost from you?"
"I've told you all there is, Gabe. It's that things are just slowly progressing. You know. The fucking growing of plants, the management of people. All that shit. They're busy building. They're not even contacting me. All I know is that they're working there. Working hard. Had the albino trio not said so?" - I replied.
"They did. They said the same. Construction and farming, the sorting out of life. They already said the same." - Gabriel looks out the window.
"Come on, we've got more serious things to do. We have the event here too now. Since the whole thing is taking place on the Li side. Just as we agreed." - I come closer to Gabriel. - "I'm here. We can do this. I believe we can."
After that - Gabriel said that he'll visit us in the evening with Maria. Meanwhile we went to the guest rooms.
"Sheng, codes are the primary concern." - I say quietly, as I get near Sheng, grabbing him by the elbow. - "Make sure we get it."
"If you'd pursued me with such vigor it'd be all way easier." - Sheng smirks at me. I glare at him, gripping his elbow tighter. - "A joke. I'll get it." - Sheng leans closer to my face. - "I'm on it."
"Good." - I replied and let him go. He leaves the room.
The rooms here smell the same - bunch of the plants everywhere, the flowers, the damn scent of it all. They did have their own way of things though.
At first, from as much as they've shared - the first heads of family had a tendency to fix everything by poisons, by mixtures of plants, by all that… The next generations took hold of the place, changing the rules to fix it to their own ways - the craving for the fights. That's how the 'war games' began - like a pit with people either bought, sold, or those desperate enough to get something out of their death. That or the possible fleeting victory. The ones on top had their toys shed blood, the ones below were promised a change of more food, if they'd perform well. Though, once the battle begins - the pit has from 8 to 20 people fighting at the same time - glorious massacre. The families of those who died got extra food for a month.
What a way to lessen starvation.
The level of agriculture is shrouded in the hopes and dreams of making it better for their families. Our side had a similar approach, until we decided that it's not so profitable in the long run. So grandparents changed that to complete seclusion and cherry-picking those needed in play rooms.
Here they try to have a certain sense of humanity, if that's what it's called. But people die. The fights even out of the pits, ah, war games, those have risen as the pits became the new thing to believe in - like it'd give one a great level of freedom, or even a chance of getting out of their predicaments. Some were picked to be 'elevated', though that was not for too long. A few years at most - to upkeep the theatrics. How wonderful.
Gabriel and Maria met me during the event of Founding Day. Happens once every few years - a week of gathering of all Elites in one place for chats, drinks and the unhinged diplomacy. Each with their own.
That event, rather that place - is where I'm so eager to get to the most. Only the heads of families have access.
What I want is a room with so many tech things I've seen once - it was ridiculous. It was in passing, as my father pulled me off to my fun and games with Kaminski kids. They were unhinged. I was not liking them one bit. It was not of concern to my father.
That room, I suppose, is the answer to ruling over the whole of Iron City. It should have all the answers, as well as all the possibilities to make something out of it.
The people I shall make it with… They are so little I can count them on one hand. At this time. Not even sure if others feel the same. They did unite with me, or rather I with them to pursue the change, the great overthrowing of the system to put a new system in place. But after chatting with them all - each wants their own. Nothing uniting in that. Just a slight of hand, a new ruler, a new top thing above with many below. Crawling, pleading, begging, whining, crying, as they all get defiled, abused, beaten like dogs, raped, killed… Printed again, and on and on it goes…
I want one thing. And one thing only.
Though, that's a hard one to come by. But something about that bunker… Those bunkers… There should be more to re-make the whole thing. The things that they hold, the people, items… Ah, I hope my grandfather's stories are real. As real as the life we have here.
Looking out the window - the sunny day setting is here all day, every damn day. So sleeping is like a torture… with all this light. Ah, but I do need some sleep, with all the plans now heavily in motion. So many yet to pick apart to get what I want… Where I want… Huh.
What is it? My second attempt at life? Third? Dad told me that they've re-done me a few times until it got how they wanted it… The damn machinery kept failing to reproduce people. I think that's why the new ones are such a failure - empty eyes, dolls walking just to do what's required of them. They're not even regarded as human - a usable print. Beauty of life…
Pillows do feel nice, the covers on the skin do feel nice. I might as well sleep well. May we reign as we did so many years back, grandfather.