Dark Futures

The following story contains explicit content and should not be read by minors. This story contains non-consensual sex and other acts of violence, which I DO NOT CONDONE in any form or manor. This story including all characters and plot-lines is of my own creation and my literary property, and is not to be used in any form or manor by others. All reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated. Thank you, and please enjoy.


Chapter One

Rok blankly stared up into the grey sky and wondered how much time had passed. He remembered when the skies had been blue, and cotton white clouds drifted lazily by, but now there was nothing but a grey haze that even the sun seemed to struggle with to break through. The grey sickened him, and only served as a reminder to his lost humanity. He looked down at his monstrously large hands that were easily triple the size of what they once were, and let out an exasperated sigh at the rough leathery grey skin that had replaced his once soft white skin.

He usually avoided his memories of the past, but it was always difficult for him when he took his first few steps outside of his sanctuary. Even after all the countless years, that he knew were in the hundreds, it never grew easier. The memories of how beautiful everything had once been never seemed to fade away, and unfortunately neither did the horror of the first few decades of man tearing itself apart. Even to this day, despite searching for answers, he wasn't entirely sure what had caused it all to happen, but the events themselves were as crisp as ever in his memories.

It had begun so long ago with strange reports on the news about hideous monsters appearing all around the world, but the government had been quick to deny the validity of the reports, and had more or less convinced everyone that things were fine. However, it wasn't long after that that the hospitals began filling with men suffering from strange deformities. Men everywhere had seemed to be falling prey to something that was causing them to mutate into hideous monsters with sometimes remarkable strengths and abilities. Panic and acts of violence began to spread, but a majority of the world seemed to remain calm from a combination of shock and disbelief.

Rok could still clearly remember falling unconscious as a normal, relatively handsome, man one day in the middle of a street, and then waking up in a hospital days later as the hideous behemoth he was now. He had grown to be almost ten feet tall with freakishly large hands and feet, and his body had expanded and grown rippling muscles, but it was his face that had yielded the most terrifying change for him however. It had become bony with wrinkled skin. His jaw and mouth had elongated to where it stuck out slightly past his nose. He no longer had any distinguishable lips, and the slit of his mouth had become very wide, allowing him to open his deformed mouth obscenely wide. His cheek bones had become more pronounced, and his forehead had broadened. His ears had vanished along with what once was a full head of hair.

In two weeks time after the first big swell of mutations it was reported every single man in the world had been affected. Women, however, seemed to remain immune to whatever had stricken the male population, and for a short while people seemed optimistic that some sort of cure would be found. That calm was quickly broken however when the first video of some young woman giving birth to a horribly mutated boy was released. It sent an unspoken message that everyone feared to be true: the mutation men had undergone was the future and there was no escape.

In the years that followed no cure was found and countries all around the world began slipping into civil wars one by one as those that had been in power vainly struggled to keep it. Within two decades a large percentage of the population of the world had wiped itself out. Most of Europe and the middle east had become barren nuclear waste lands and the rest of the world had suffered from smaller scale wars, mass suicides, and a number of other horrible events.

Anarchy had become the law of the land in the dark years that followed as the wars settled and things grew calmer with the reduced numbers of people. Mankind almost vanished during that time as most women refused to have sex. They were either terrified at the prospect of giving birth to a monster or were simply repulsed by the new form men had taken on. As a result rape had become a way of life, and men ceased being men but became known as mutates.

As decades began to pass Rok discovered that he did not seem to be aging, even as other mutates around him grew old and died, and he watched as the world around him changed. The memory of what men had looked liked faded into the past with older generations, and mutates grew stranger and stranger with each generation.

Rok was quickly brought out of his reflections as he heard a distinct click come from the ruins of the building adjacent to his underground sanctuary. It was the click of a Purifiers rifle right before being fired, and Rok instinctively lunged to the side as he heard the sharp snap of a bullet whiz through the air where he had been standing and strike the ground. He cursed under his breath at being caught off guard and used his strong legs to leap across the large opening between the buildings and in the blink of an eye was standing several feet from his attacker.

As the woman clad in white metal armor quickly brought the long muzzle of her rifle around to fire on Rok again he lunged forward and knocked the rifle from her hands with a mighty back handed swing of his large hand. Without hesitating the woman quickly drew a short sword from her hip as she reeled back, recovering from Rok's attack. Rok pressed forward and as the woman thrust her blade toward him he deflected it with his left forearm, not even wincing as it sliced deeply into his muscles, stopping at the bone. He brought his other hand down hard on her forearm and heard the woman let out a short scream as the bone snapped and her sword dropped to the ground. Before she had the chance to draw another weapon Rok knocked her to the ground with a punch to the chest and lunged on top of her. He held her body down with a portion of his massive weight and seized her good arm in his right hand.

He looked closely over the captive woman, and became certain she belonged to a society of women devoted to hunting down and killing all mutates, known as the Purifiers. They were the evolution of the original women's resistance against being raped and forced to reproduce, but they had long ago shifted from setting up defensive communities to a society of hunters and warriors. The Purifiers had taken it so far that killing mutates had become a part of their religious beliefs, and to do so meant glory and eternal bliss in their afterlife.

“My blade was coated with poison! Your death is imminent, abomination!” The woman shouted and then spat onto Rok's massive chest.

In response Rok raised his left arm in front of her face, showing her the now foaming wound as it slowly closed and healed itself. “I won't be dying today. Tell me your name.”

“My name is Anja, and I will have your head by this days end!”

Rok sighed as the woman feebly struggled to break free, and brought his ghoulish face close to hers to examine her looks as he tried to decide what to do with her. A thick string of saliva escaped from Rok's maw and coated Anja's face, causing her to flail her head from side to side. Her hair was short and black, and Rok didn't find her face the least bit attractive, but she certainly wasn't as ugly as most of the Purifiers he had encountered. Rok sat back up and grabbed onto the top of her chest plate. With one swift yank he tore the armor from her chest, exposing two small mounds that he could hardly consider breasts.

“No! Do not violate by body! I beg you!” Anja now desperately screamed.

Rok grimaced. According to the Purifiers religion, known to them as Purity, having sex with a mutate meant their souls were immediately damned to an eternity of suffering and torment, and even though Rok didn't believe in any of it he was tempted to rape her just so that she thought her soul was damned. “Why would I want to stick my cock into something that barely resembles a woman? No, I'm not going to rape you.” Rok said, and an expression of relief passed over Anja's face.

“Then make my death swift, foul creature.”

Rok sighed at the woman's naivety and grabbed her by her hair. “I'm not going to kill you either, that would be a waste.” Rok said and immediately lifted her head and then slammed it against the ground just hard enough to knock her out but not kill her.

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The normally three day trek had only taken Rok a full day of running as he saw the walls of the Breeder Camp in the distance. He slowed down to a quick walk and checked Anja, who was slung over his shoulder, to make sure she was still unconscious as he approached the camp's entrance. It was guarded by two huge six armed mutates that carried different weapons in each of their hands.

“Hold where you are!” One of the guards yelled out and raised his weapons at Rok.

Rok lifted Anja off of his shoulder and raised her limp body into the air. “I come to trade!” Rok yelled back. The two guards nodded at each other and one turned toward the gate and pounded on it with one of his long arms. A moment later the gate opened and Rok proceeded to make his way in.

The Breeder Camp was as lively as ever with mutates of various shapes and sizes walking around with either trade goods or women, and all around were booths set up with food, weapons, and various other goods. The Breeder Camp had been started long ago when women were more scarce by one giant and also ageless mutate, like Rok, that collected women for breeding and then sold or whored out the females that were born for trade goods. The mutate had taken on the name “Founder” as what he had started had grown over the decades into a full city. Merchants now traded all kinds of goods freely and at the heart of the city was Founder who from the outside appeared to be a giant blob of flesh as big as a large house.

As Rok approached Founder a small shriveled head emerged from the flesh and grinned at him. “Ah! Rok my friend! You do not visit me as often as you should. We among the First Ones should stick closely together my friend, there are not many of us left you know.”

Rok gave Founder a forced smile. “I know old friend. All the more reason to live life to its fullest and not bound by temporary alliances.”

“HA! HA! HA!” Founder belched out much louder than such a small head would seem capable of. “True. True. So then what brings you to me on this fine day my friend?”

Rok grabbed Anja by her head as if he were picking up a baseball and held the woman out in front of him. “I've come to see if you have anything worthwhile to trade for this bitch.”

Founders small head looked over the woman, and two long tentacles emerged from the mass of flesh. They snaked around and under the remnants of Anja's cloths and tore them off. Rok felt the woman stir and heard her weakly mumble something, but she seemed to stay unconscious.

“Well, appears she's still tight, which is always a delight, but she's remarkably unattractive isn't she? I don't think I can offer you much.” Founder said shaking his head.

“And if I told you she's a Purifier?” Rok said, now grinning as he watched the flesh all around Founder's head shiver.

“A Purifier?” Founder licked his lips. “Did you take her maidenhead?”

“Her name is Anja, and her virginity is intact.”

“It's been a decade since anyone has brought me a true virgin that I did not myself birth, and even longer since a Purifier. I must have her, what do you desire?”

“Any three books of my choosing from your stores.” Rok said firmly.

“HA! HA! HA!” Founder roared. “You are the strangest mutate my friend. For a virgin Purifier I shall let you take any five books you care for, and offer this bit of information my scouts have brought to me. To the east in the desert wastes, a Breeder Princess of the Aristocracy was delivered to the Red's temple.”

Rok gave Founder a stern look. The Aristocracy was a group of extremely powerful mutates that had banded together, creating a city tailored to fulfill their desires, and inside that gleaming white city they bred women genetically engineered to be among the most beautiful in the world. Among those women were a rare class known as Breeder Princess', that's genes were so finely engineered that not only were they beautiful but any children they bore were guaranteed to be females that would likewise grow up to be beautiful. While the Aristocracy regularly traded women for various things, them trading away a Breeder Princess was next to unheard of. The information was easily worth a small fortune to the right slave hunters.

“Why would you tell me about such a prize?” Rok said suspiciously.

“Because the information is useless. The Reds plan on sacrificing the damsel on the next full moon, and the Aristocracy has sent a group of their toughest guards to ensure the deed is done and the damsel isn't used for any other purpose. There simply isn't enough time to band together a formidable group of slave hunters to rescue the dame.” Founder explained and then a dozen tentacles stretched out from the folds of his flesh taking Anja from Rok's grasp. “Now leave me in peace with my new morsel. My guards will take you to my stores.”

“I'll return later for my books Founder. I think I'll go and investigate what you've told me.” Rok said turning away from the mass of disgusting flesh.

“HA! HA! HA! Well don't go and get yourself killed. There are to few of us First Ones left my friend.” Founder shouted out after Rok. As soon as he was out of eye-shot Founder brought Anja toward his face and began pressing his small shriveled lips against her full firm lips, flicking his snakelike tongue in and out of her mouth. After a moment of this Anja seemed to be regaining consciousness and Founder quickly opened a large hole in his flesh, taking Anja into a large cavernous opening inside of himself.

Anja let out a terrible scream as she saw dozens of other women buried into the walls of flesh, with only their bodies and heads exposed, and many of the women's stomach's were bulged out and swollen. She immediately realized that they were pregnant and became dreadfully aware of her nudity and the tentacles holding her. She let out another loud scream that woke many of the women up, and some began crying and whimpering while others began calling out Founder's name, begging him to fuck them. She was then turned around away from the sight of the other women and instead was facing Founder's small shrunken head suspended in the air at the end of one of the tentacles.

“Shhh. Hush my dear. Your home now, and I'll provide you with everything you need. You no longer have to struggle or fight to survive.” Founder said running the tip of a tentacle across Anja's cheek. “And all I ask in return is for you to provide me with as many children as you can bear.”

“Nooo... Nooo...” Anja repeatedly moaned as Founder ran a large veiny tentacle with a phallic head at the end of it down her flat chest and stomach toward her vagina. “No, please. You'll damn my soul.” She pleaded as she felt the head of the phallus rubbing against the lips of her pussy.

“Don't worry my pet, soon you'll forget all about that Purity nonsense and will think of me as your god.” Founder said as he lowered his face down to her pussy and used two tentacles to gently spread its lips apart, giving him full view of her intact hymen. He raised his phallic tentacle back up to her spread maidenhood, and gently rubbed the head of the tentacle against the thin membrane of skin. He felt his whole mass shiver with delight as pushed against the layer of flesh and felt it tear and give way to his phallus.

Anja continued to cry out and wail about her soul as Founder buried his tentacle further and further into her, relishing the virginal tightness. As he felt the head of his tentacle push as far as it could into her he began thrusting the tentacle in and out of her, causing her to not only cry from the torment of being raped but also pain as the walls of her vaginal canal tore and bled.

He brought his face back up to hers as tears streaked down her face, and he began thrusting harder until he felt himself ready to cum. He drove the phallic head into her and pressed it's opening strongly against the small opening of her cervix and released his cum. For well over a minute he continued releasing semen into her, filling her vagina and uterus, leaving little doubt in either of their minds that she would become pregnant. Anja cried harder than ever now and began begging to be killed as she felt his cum violently burning the tears in her vaginal wall.

Founder moved his face next to her ear and began to whisper to her in what would have been a soothing tone in any other circumstance. “Shhh... It's okay. You shouldn't cry, your a mommy now.”


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