Heaven's End

This second chapter is a little shorter than the first. Hope you enjoy! Comments and ratings are very much appreciated! Especially if you want the story to continue ;-)

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Jhuen awoke some time later to a grunt hovering over her. She groaned as a dull ache began to spread throughout her body. As she became less and less groggy, she realized that that she was now clean and dressed.

“Are you awake?” the grunt asked, noticing that her eyes were open.

“Yes,” she answered, her voice just a touch raspy from sleep.

“You’ve been granted a second assignment.”

She looked up at him, uncomprehending for a moment, and then as his words fully dawned on her, she widened her eyes in shock. “I-I don’t think I can right now … I can barely move!”

“I know. That’s why I’ve been ordered to give you this …” he held up a syringe that oozed with bright blue liquid.

“Huh –! ” Jhuen started, but before she could react, the grunt had jammed the needle into her neck, pressing the mysterious substance directly into her veins.

She made a gasping, gurgling sound, trembling as she felt the icy cold liquid travel quickly through her body. For a moment she felt as though she couldn’t breathe – sure that she would die, she clutched at her chest, mouth gaping and eyes wide. The grunt stood calmly next to her, watching and waiting. Just when Jhuen felt as though she would burst from lack of oxygen, her lungs suddenly functioned again. She drew in a gasp of breath, and then sat up quickly, panting as beads of sweat littered her brow.

“What … what was … that? I thought …” suddenly, Jhuen’s words and thoughts were interrupted by a deafening roar – one that only she was able to hear. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and covered her ears desperately, trying to block out the noise that seemed to come from within her very skull. And then it stopped. Silence. And calm. She lowered her hands and opened her eyes slowly. Her mind felt strangely clouded, and yet somehow clear. She no longer felt any pain. No, she felt strong, confident, cruel.

“Is she ready?” a familiar voice – it was her master. He was entering the room. It all seemed so surreal to Jhuen, but she felt happy – giddy almost, and she couldn’t understand why she had ever felt otherwise.

The grunt nodded to The Admiral.

“Very good, my little slave,” he murmured to her. “I have another assignment for you, my dear …”

“Yes, master, yes …” her voice was not her own. It seemed different and far away. For some reason she felt enraptured by her master’s voice. She hung on his every word. “Master, please, give me my assignment. I will do my best for you!”

He grinned, chuckling a bit.

“Of course you will, my little pet. Now, here is what you must do …”


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Panting, Jhuen gazed dully around her at the bloody, eviscerated bodies that littered the ground. She had completed her mission. All dead. All sliced and diced and disemboweled. All had gone to their deaths screaming in agony as they were cut by Jhuen’s merciless blades. As she stood catching her breath and regaining her composure, Jhuen’s mind began to momentarily clear. Where am I? What have I done? Terror seized her heart as a confused jumble of memories flooded her brain. She groaned and fell to her knees. Just as everything began to go dark she could see a New Order soldier approaching. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she collapsed.

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She was with her mother. They were walking through the city on a sunny day. They were laughing and joking. She had graduated from school, and had plans to be married. How could she forget that? She had been in love. There were job prospects as well, and life and the future were bright. That was before. Before the regime change. Life was good. Life had been good. What was her name? What was it? … She couldn’t remember …

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When she awoke, Jhuen’s arms were bound behind her back, and she lay on a soft, carpeted floor. She lifted her head slightly and could see that she was in a large, elegantly furnished bedroom. What was this place? It was certainly nicer than her own quarters with the New Order.

“Awake at last, my little pet,” her master’s voice purred from behind her.

She strained her neck, trying to turn and look, but it was no use. She gave up and lay limply on the ground.

“Are you uncomfortable, my dear?” the Admiral asked her. He picked her up by the ropes binding her arms and set her down on her knees facing him. “There now – I can see your pretty little face.” He grinned at her, and then pulled a small dagger from his belt.

Her mouth dropped and she gave a little cry of surprise, “Please, master! I completed the mission, didn’t I? I’m sorry I fainted. Please!” her eyes remained locked on the sharp weapon in her master’s hand.

The Admiral chuckled at her fear. “You did very well this evening, little slave. That is why I’m going to *reward* you for your hard work!” He approached her, brandishing the dagger.

Jhuen closed her eyes and winced, bracing herself for the painful pierce of the blade, but it did not come. Instead, she felt and heard her clothing being neatly cut from her body. She opened her eyes and gasped as her naked body was exposed once again before her master. His eyes lit up with lust as he took in her uncovered form. Squatting down in front of her he ran his hands over her breasts, down her stomach, and through the soft curls of hair between her legs. She averted her gaze in embarrassment and gritted her teeth, trying to remove her mind from the uncomfortable situation at hand.

“I so enjoy seeing you like this,” the Admiral whispered, staring at her intensely with unwavering eyes. He stood up, unbuckled his belt, and unfastened his trousers, revealing a solid erection, already dripping slightly in anticipation. He smirked, “Here’s your reward, my little slut. I want you to suck it,” his voice was thick and throaty.

Jhuen almost couldn’t believe the request. How could the Admiral expect this from her? It was bad enough that he was trying to destroy her mind, her body, and her humanity, but to also insist on forcing such sexual degradation – he was simply a monster. But what did that make her? She didn’t have time to think. The Admiral grasped her hair in his fist and forced her to look up at him.

“Why are you hesitating? I would be *so* disappointed if you didn’t appreciate your reward,” he pressed his rigid, dripping cock up to her lips. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

Jhuen grudgingly obeyed, separating her lips slightly. The Admiral made no ceremony of thrusting into her open mouth.

“No teeth,” he hissed. “Or I’ll knock them out of your head!”

He gripped her hair tightly and forced her to bob her head, taking him in even more deeply. She gagged and choked as his large member hit the back of her throat, but she was, of course, powerless to stop his sexual onslaught. He pulled out suddenly.

“Use your tongue – yeah, lick it all. That’s a good girl,” he groaned, allowing his head to tilt backwards as Jhuen ran her tongue over his throbbing member. He groaned “Ohhh, yeah … lick the tip. Mmmm….”

Jhuen followed his every order, disgusted, hoping the torture would end soon. She hated that he was getting so much pleasure from her against her will. It made her feel horribly dirty and used.

“You’re so good at this, my slave – what a little slut you are,” the Admiral mocked her as he plunged inside her mouth once again.

He meant business this time. He gripped the sides of her head and began to thrust violently into her mouth. Jhuen was in agony as the sensitive skin at the back of her throat was brutally struck over and over. She could hardly breathe, but the Admiral ignored her muffled, choking cries – focused only on deriving as much pleasure for himself as possible. He pounded into her mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks until finally he reached his peak and released a mouthful of his sticky seed into her mouth and, as he pulled away, onto her face.

“Don’t spit it out!” he commanded. “Swallow it!”

Jhuen grimaced and forced herself to swallow the bitter liquid. The Admiral fastened his pants and belt, composing himself. He untied the ropes that had been binding Jhuen’s arms behind her and then tossed a hand towel on the ground next to her.

“Clean yourself up and return to your quarters,” he ordered, stalking out of the room, slamming the door behind him.