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 Two

Rok had always despised the desert, ever since he had fought in the brutal wars that had followed man's mutation, and then again when an army of mutates had organized themselves and attempted to take California over. Somehow during both of the wars Rok had found himself running raids against enemy bases, but those days had long since passed and Rok reminded himself that he would need to focus on the task ahead of him.

He wasn't worried about the Reds. They were nothing more than a cult of blood worshipers, and while he was sure there would be a few strong mutates among them he knew that a majority of the crazies that were attracted to such cults were feeble mutates searching for some sort of higher purpose in their lives. He had seen plenty of their type rise and fall over the centuries. What really concerned Rok was what type of mutates the Aristocracy had sent to guard the Breeder Princess. The last thing he wanted was to have spent all this time in the desert only to have to return empty handed.

He had been journeying through the desert for over two days and was sure that he was close to the Red's temple, but the sun was already beginning to set and tonight was the full moon. Then Rok saw faint lights in the distance to his left that he would have missed all together had it not been for the setting sun, and he broke out into a sprint, bounding rapidly across the desert sands. After a minute of sprinting at full speed he abruptly stopped and dropped low as he saw a half pyramid glowing brightly with torches against the darkening sky.

In the center of the large flat top of the pyramid Rok could clearly see the corpses of two woman hanging upside down from a large red sculpture that resembled the old Egyptian ankh symbol. Each arm of the ankh had a thick metal cable hanging down from them and the two women's feet were bound by the cables. For a moment Rok had lost hope but as he strained his eyes he noticed that both the women's throats had been slit, and yet there was no blood, which meant they had to have been dead for some time.

Then just as the last of the sun dipped below the horizon, four mutates covered in red robes exited from the base of the pyramid and made their way to the top. Rok moved back, ensuring that his body was concealed behind the dune he was on top of and carefully positioned his head so he could still see, patiently watching as the four Reds removed the dead women from the platform, carelessly dragging their bodies down the steps of the pyramid.

Rok continued to remain completely motionless for another hour as the Reds prepared for their sacrifice ritual. They had brought out more torches, placing them all along the steps of the pyramid, making it look as if the whole thing was on fire, and then they had carried out two huge urns with large funnel openings on their tops, placing them underneath where the two women had been hanging. Then as a final touch they raised a large white marble alter from inside the pyramid and positioned it at the base of the ankh.

Rok could feel himself itching with anticipation to see the Breeder Princess as a long line of Reds began filing out from the large entrance at the base of the pyramid and climbing the pyramid, taking up what appeared to be predesignated spots at the top of it. Then from the corner of his eye Rok saw three other mutates not dressed in robes and armed with weapons exit from a small side entrance of the pyramid, and he immediately knew that they must have been the Breeder Princess's guards.

Two of them were small and looked identical, with black scales covering their bodies and bat like wings sprouting from their backs. Curiously each of them only appeared to be carrying spears. The third mutate however was a deep green with two long bony rows of spikes running along his skull and was almost as large as Rok was. The weapon he was carrying appeared to be a giant double barrel shotgun and looked as if it fired huge mortar rounds.

The three guards split up and began taking up positions on top of different tall dunes around the pyramid, and Rok smiled as a plan formed in his mind. He quickly circled around using the shadows of the dunes cast by all the torches for concealment until he was near the larger third guard, and paused, waiting for the right moment where neither of the smaller two guards were looking in the direction of the third.

As he waited he saw two elaborately robed mutates walk out of the base of the pyramid pulling two women along behind them with chain leashes attached to wrist restraints, and red scraps of cloth barely covering their breasts and crotches. While Rok couldn't see them clearly from the distance he was at it was obvious which of the two woman he was looking for as one was far overweight and the other appeared to be slim and shapely. Both women seemed to compliantly walk to the top of the pyramid, but Rok noticed as they neared the alter the slimmer woman attempted to break free from her captors but was immediately restrained by two other Reds. Meanwhile the obese woman willingly laid on top of the alter, and as the elaborately robed Red tied down her wrists and ankles with leather straps all the other Reds began chanting something unintelligible to Rok.

Then a completely naked red skinned mutate with a large wart covered penis was elevated from the same opening they had raised the alter from, and Rok assumed he must have been the Red's High Priest. All the other Reds instantly went silent as the High Priest raised his arms into the air and began chanting in their place as he turned to the alter. He slowly climbed on top of the alter, mounting the restrained women, and ripped the red cloth covering her pussy off. There was a brief pause and then he violently plunged his hips forward while still chanting, causing the woman to let out a tremendous wail of pain that drew the attention of the three guards. It was just the moment Rok had been waiting for.

With all of his strength he leaped through the air toward the large guard, and before he knew what had hit him, Rok drove his hand into the guards mouth while still in mid air and tackled him down into the shadows of the dunes, out of sight from the other two guards. While rolling down the dune Rok closed his hand around the guard's jaw and tongue, and in one strong tug ripped them from his head. In place of a scream Rok heard the guard let out a bloody gurgling as he landed on top of him preparing to drive his fist through the mutate's head, but before he could he felt a sharp blow to the side of his head, knocking him off of the guard.

The guard attempted to train his weapon onto Rok, but before he could bring it around Rok kicked a large amount of dirt into his eyes and immediately lunged back onto him. With all his might Rok brought his fist down onto the guards chest and felt it punch through his green hide, shattering bones, rupturing internal organs, and then felt wet sand as his fist exited through the guards back. He flailed for a few seconds, and Rok used his free hand to secure the guards weapon before he finely went limp with a final gurgling exhale.

Rok quickly freed his hand from the green guard's chest and cautiously climbed the dune with his new weapon in hand. To his relief the two bat guards were still watching the pyramid as the obese woman was now hanging from her feet above the urn and the High Priest walked up to her, now with a long curved knife in his hand. He raised one arm high into the air, shouted something Rok couldn't understand and then in a fluid motion slit the woman's throat. Blood began pouring from her throat down into the urn and all the Reds once again began chanting as they now forced the Breeder Princess onto the alter and strapped her down despite her struggling.

Rok would have preferred to have used stealth to take out the other two guards but it was clear that he had ran out of time, and carefully aimed the double barreled weapon at the nearest bat guard and squeezed the trigger. There was a thunderous boom as the rifle fired followed instantly by another thunderous boom as Rok's target exploded into a cloud of pink mist. The Red's chanting instantly stopped and the High Priest froze where he was as they all looked toward the sound of the explosion.

“BROTHER!” The other bat guard screeched as Rok sighted in on him. Right as he squeezed the trigger and heard the boom of the rifle his target seemingly vanished before him and he suddenly felt a dozen sharp stabbing pains pierce his back. He quickly stood up and turned around but saw nothing but the empty night of the desert. Rok then clenched his teeth in pain as he felt his back pierced another dozen times, and once again when he spun around there was nothing there.

“Where are you coward!?” Rok yelled into the night, and then felt his back pierced again, but this time the pain went straight through him and he saw the tip of a spear exit through the front of his chest.

“Here.” The bat guard hissed in Rok's ear.

The wound wasn't fatal for Rok, but he knew this was probably his only chance to get his hands on the bat guard before he vanished into the night again so he dropped to his knees as if he was fatally wounded. He felt the bat guard twist the spear and drive more of it through his body and he quickly grabbed onto the shaft of the weapon, giving the spear a swift jerk. The bat guard was yanked closer to him, and Rok quickly reached back with his other hand, catching the bat guard by the head. As he brought the little mutate in front of him he could feel the guards razor sharp teeth savagely gnawing at his palm, and his clawed hands were slashing at his wrists, desperately trying to break free. Rok began squeezing as hard as he could, and felt the mutates skull crushing beneath his strength and then finely explode into a mess of brain matter and bone fragments.

Rok winced in pain as he pulled the spear in his chest free and hefted it to use against the horde of Reds that now stood in his way. He heard the High Priest scream something and point at him and suddenly all the Reds in normal robes charged down the pyramid toward him. Rok smiled as he waited for the horde of Reds to close in and encircle him, and just as they were about to lunge in for the attack Rok leapt far above their heads. He landed at the base of the pyramid, and intantly bounded into another leap, this time landing at the top of the pyramid in front of the two elaborately robed Reds as they both drew long knives.

Rok cursed under his breath as he saw the High Priest resume chanting and begin to move toward the Breeder Princess who seemed to be struggling against her restraints. As the two Reds moved toward Rok he once again leapt into the air in an attempt to bypass them, but was instantly pulled back to the ground by a long phallic like tongue shot from the mouth of one of the two Reds. The Red quickly tried to retract his tongue, but he wasn't fast enough as Rok gave a quick flick of the spear, cutting off the head of the tongue. The Red instantly let out a terrible scream and collapsed to the ground holding his mouth as blood poured out of it.

Then to Rok's surprise the other Red exploded from his robes, growing into a massive hulk of muscles and charged toward him. Rok threw his spear with all his force and struck the Red in his left breast, but the Red continued to charge forward and in response threw his knife directly at Rok's head. Rok was able to dodge the blade, but it left him off balance and when the Red reached him he was easily overcome and forced to the ground. They both exchanged a few powerful blows before they captured each others fists and were suddenly fighting a battle to see who was strong enough to break the others arms first.

As Rok wrestled with his opponent he could see the High Priest begin to climb onto the alter when the Breeder Princess was able to break one of her hands free from the leather straps just as the High Priest was mounting her. To his surprise she punched the ugly red mutate square in the face hard enough to knock him off of her and onto the ground. She wasted no time, quickly freeing her other wrist and ankles, and got to her feet just as the High Priest did the same. The High Priest then lunged at her with his knife and Rok cursed expecting to see her die and all his effort go to waste, but the woman seemed to easily sidestep the knife, take a hold of the High Priest's wrist and turn the attack against him, plunging the knife into his stomach.

Then even more to his amazement Rok watched as the woman pulled the blade from the High Priest's stomach, took hold of his large cock, and cut it off at its base. The High Priest opened his mouth wide as if trying to scream but was in so much pain that all he could seem to do was let out a low squeal as he stumbled backward and fell down the pyramids steps. The Breeder Princess dismissively tossed the High Priest's severed penis down the steps after him, and then turned to Rok, giving him a questioning look as he was still struggling with the Red on top of him.

Feeling a surge of anger at the thought of being embarrassed in front of the woman he was suppose to be rescuing, Rok slammed his forehead into the Red's nose and simultaneously kneed him in his exposed groin. The Red gasped and went weak just long enough for Rok to twist and snap his arms. He then proceeded to stand up, lifting the huge mutate high into the air and then slamming his head into the hard stone floor, instantly splattering it all over the place. He then heard a large group of wails and suddenly remembered the horde of Reds he had left behind expecting them to come charging up the pyramid, but as he looked down at the base of the pyramid all the Reds were circled around the dead High Priest apparently crying. Rok let out a sigh of relief and turned around and instantly found the point of a knife against his chest.

Usually Rok would have snapped the woman's arms for threatening to use a weapon against him, but he found himself lost in the woman's sky blue eyes, and for an instant all the ugliness in the world around him seemed to fade away and he was once again staring into a majestic blue sky. Then reality came crashing back to him as he felt the blade sink into his chest. Before the woman could pull the blade back out Rok grabbed her hands and wrists in one hand, and grimaced as he held the blade in him to keep the woman close to him.

He had missed it before, distracted by their beauty, but now he could see that the woman's eyes were hard and relentless. She was not a woman that could be tamed or easily controlled, and had she been born in a different time she probably would have been a movie star, or supermodel, living her life to the fullest, but now women like her didn't live long before getting themselves killed. Looking her over Rok realized that she probably wouldn't have lived as long as she had if it were not for the exquisite job the Aristocracy had done with her. She was easily the most beautiful woman he had seen in over a century with golden auburn hair that fell just past her shoulders, a perfect face with sharp features, mid sized breasts that looked perky even through the red scrap of cloth covering them, and an hour-glass figure with long smooth legs.

After a minute of futilely trying to break free from Rok's grip the woman finely seemed to calm down and looked up at him. “Tell me; did you choose to go on a killing spree this night by pure coincidence, or did you come here seeking to claim a Breeder Princess as a prize?” The woman snidely asked.

“Tell me your name.” Rok said without sounding demanding.

The woman squinted her eyes, giving Rok a stern look. “My name is Alex, and if you try and take me as a pet I'll kill you in your sleep as I did my last master.”

As she spoke Rok could feel her slightly twisting the knife in his chest, and then he let her hands go. “Go then. Your free.” Rok said taking a step away from her and freeing the knife from his chest which almost instantly began to foam and heal as all his other wounds had.

“Free?” Alex suspiciously asked while closely watching Rok.

Rok nodded in reply and after a few long seconds of silence passed by Alex took a few quick steps as if she were about to break out into a dash, but abruptly stopped at the top of the steps leading down the pyramid. She remained completely still and stared out into the open desert with a lost expression on her face for a long moment, and Rok couldn't help but wonder how many times he himself had looked out into the world with that same lost expression even as he admired the way the moon and fire light highlighted her shapely profile.

“You have an interesting name, Alex.” Rok said taking a step toward her but careful to remain at a distance as she turned back toward him. “It's short for Alexandra, which is the feminine form of the name Alexander. Also known as Alexander the Great who was a mighty warrior that was undefeated in battle and had conquered all the lands he passed through.”

“I've never heard of such a conquerer.” Alex said now sounding more at ease.

“Thats because it's from a time long past and forgotten by everyone but a select few of us that still care for such things. A time just as brutal as now,” Rok paused as he looked down at his monstrous hands. “but perhaps not as cruel.” He dropped his hands back to his sides and looked back at Alex. “If you'd like I can tell and show more of this world that has slipped away into the forgotten.” Rok said offering her his hand.

Alex stared at Rok for what felt like ages as he waited for her to decide, but he understood her difficulty. She had never been given the freedom to choose such a thing before, and even though she may have spent her whole life struggling for it, once she had it, she didn't know what to do with it.

“The... the Aristocracy will send assassins for me, and the Reds will hunt me down for vengeance.” Alex said hesitating.

“And I will kill them all just as I have here tonight.” Rok said patiently as she looked him over before finely placing her blood covered hand into his blood covered hand. “My name is Rok.” He said as his protruding maw spread into a grin.

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Rok had been traveling through the desert for three days now with Alex as they stopped to set up a small camp for the night with supplies he had taken from the Reds pyramid temple. He had taken enough wood, food and water from the temple to last at least a week, and had even found Alex a white hooded cloak to protect her from the harsh sun. Had he been on his own or was carrying Alex on his shoulder he probably could have been back to his sanctuary by now, but he felt that taking the extra time to travel with Alex was good for her, and on some level for him too. They had spent most of their time talking, and while Alex didn't seem ready to open up about her past she did have an endless number of questions about the world and how things worked.

Rok finished getting a small fire started and sat down Indian-style in the sand across from Alex who was silently sipping water from a large flask as the desert air began to grow cool with the night. Rok stared into her enchanting blue eyes, feeling himself beginning to grow lost in them as she stared back at him. She was unusually quiet and Rok wondered what she saw when she looked at his almost entirely naked body. The only article of cloths he ever bothered to wear was a pair of resilient shorts since his leathery skin seemed to protect him just fine from both the heat of the sun and the freezing cold. He began wondering if it was possible for a woman who never knew what a real male was really suppose to look like to find a monster attractive.

“Your quiet tonight.” Rok stated.

Alex gave a slight nod. “I was just thinking.” She placed the cover back over her flask and set it to her side. “Why did you give me the choice to go with you or not? As powerful as you are you could easily force me to do whatever you want.” She said running her fingers over the edges of her cloak.

“You broke the Red's restraints and killed their High Priest all on your own. You earned your freedom and I wouldn't take that from you.” Rok answered.

Alex remained silent for another long period. Then as the air grew colder and the fire began to die down Alex stood up and circled around to Rok. “Will you keep me warm tonight?” She asked as she let the cloak slip off her slender shoulders and fall to the ground.

Rok nodded and uncrossed his arms allowing the woman to climb into his lap, pressing her breasts and head into his chest. She was only half his height and a quarter of his size and seemed to fit perfectly against him as he gently wrapped his large arms around her. Even with the rough thickness of his skin he could feel how soft and smooth her skin was pressing against him, it was like how rose petals used to feel between his finger tips. Then as he closed his eyes and shuddered from the sensation he felt her hands begin to rove over the muscles of his arms and then onto his chest.

He looked down at her as she gently kissed his chest a few times where she had stabbed him before tilting her head back to look up at him and placed her hands on the sides of his head where his ears should have been. “Kiss me, Rok.” She said sententiously, sending shivers down Rok's spine as she spoke his name.

He placed a hand behind her shoulder blades and tilted her back as he leaned forward bringing his mouth close to her lips but stopped in hesitation. Then Alex closed the last bit of distance and Rok felt her press her soft rosy lips against his lipless maw. He couldn't truly return her kiss since his maw was so much wider than her lips could cover but he savored the sensation as she passionately kissed him where his lips once were. Then he felt her pull his head down harder, firmly pressing his maw against her lips, and felt her trying to slip her tongue into his mouth.

Rok gave in to his passion and opened his maw, flicking the narrow pointed tip of his long tongue around hers as she slipped her tongue past his large blunt teeth. Thick strands of saliva began escaping Rok's maw, covering Alex's face and spilling down to her chest, and to his surprise Alex didn't pull away, but instead began kissing him even more passionately, trying to draw his tongue into her mouth. Feeling confident, Rok began slipping his tongue into her mouth; only a little at first but as Alex began sucking, and pulling it with her lips, it wasn't long before he had filled her entire mouth with the thinker portion of his tongue and the narrower tip was down her throat.

Rok could feel himself growing hard with excitement as Alex continued sucking and playing with tongue. He felt her hands leave his face, and shuddered as he felt one of her hands beginning to undo the buttons of his oversized shorts while she used the other to begin rubbing his growing shaft through his pants. Then as she undid the last button she pushed Rok back, so his long tongue slid out of her mouth, and gave his maw one last kiss as she pulled his shorts down far enough to free his fully erect penis.

She lowered her beautiful face close to the head of his cock and began running her hands over it, and examining it. It was easily as long as her forearm, thicker than her closed fist, and running along the top, bottom, and sides of his shaft was bony ridge like protrusions from the base all the way to his head. It was far to thick to fit into her mouth, but never the less she began sucking on the very tip of his head and licking all down the ridges of his shaft. Rok let out a long groan at the feeling of her small warm tongue caressing his manhood.

After several blissful minutes of covering Rok's cock with her saliva, Alex stood up with her legs spread over his stiff member. “I want you to fuck me.” Alex said as she removed the scrap of cloth covering her pert breasts.

“I can't. It'll tear you apart, Alex.” Rok said sincerely as he recalled the number of other women he had gravely wounded with his penis.

Alex smiled at him as she began to undo the knot holding the other strip of cloth around her hips. “Your big, but not that big.”

Rok groaned as he saw the slit between the lips of her pussy ran a few inches higher up her pelvis than it should have, and that she had no visible clitoris. He felt slightly foolish as it just now dawned on him that of course the Aristocracy would have engineered their Breeder Princess's to have larger vaginal canals for both sex and to ease the complications of giving birth.

“For such a fierce warrior you seem awfully reluctant to fuck me.” Alex said playfully running her hand along the lips of her vulva and spreading the pink flesh apart, giving him a clear view of her widened opening. “Do you not find my body appealing? Or maybe you prefer other mutates?”

“No. I will make love to you.” Rok quickly replied, running his fingers against the soft mounds of her breasts.

Alex gave Rok a quizzical look. “Make love?”

Rok sighed realizing that she probably didn't even know about the concept of love, as such romantic terms had stopped being used long ago. “I'll explain some other time.” Rok said as he wrapped his huge hands around her slender waist and guided her body down. He let out a low groan as Alex's pussy easily spread apart and he felt the head of his cock surrounded in warmth, and as she lowered herself further the warmth grew tight as he felt the sensation slide down his shaft.

Then Alex stopped halfway down his shaft with her eyes closed and a tense expression spread over her face. “Ah, damn...” She sharply exhaled.

“Should we stop?” Rok asked, loosening his grip of her waist.

“No!” Alex opened her eyes and Rok could immediately see the same fire in them that he had seen on the pyramid top as she began impaling herself further on his shaft. “The ridges on your cock... I've never felt anything like it.” To Rok's amazement, Alex took the entire length of his shaft into herself and then fell forward, pressing her bare chest against his as she sat on his shaft taking long deep breaths. “Fuck me, Rok. Fuck me hard...” She said in a breathy voice.

Hearing this Rok got to his feet while still holding Alex around the waist, and began slowly raising and lowering her along his shaft as she kicked up her legs around his arms for support. Alex's slow, long moans were like music with the first few thrusts, but then he felt her sharp nails dig into his leathery chest. “I said hard!” She said sharply.

Rok then let her torso fall back away from his body and held her firmly in place in the air as he drew his hips back far enough that only the head of his long cock was holding her pussy open. He hesitated for a split second, but as he saw Alex looking up at him with a wanton, almost feral expression, he buried his shaft into her womanhood as hard as he could without injuring her.

“Yes!” Rok heard her joyously cry out, and began repeatedly driving into her just as hard. He felt her nails sink into his arms, trying to pull him back to her each time he pulled his shaft out, and with each thrust back into her she cried out a different profanity. Then he felt her pussy grow tight around his shaft and her nails sunk even deeper into his arms. “OH FUCK YES!” She screamed out loud enough to be heard from a mile away.

After a few long seconds of every muscle in her body remaining tense as Rok continued thrusting into her soaking pussy, he felt her finely go limp in his hands. Her head fell back, along with her arms and hung down almost lifelessly swaying in the air with each thrust, and Rok might have been concerned had it not been for her continued moans of pleasure. Rok's attention was drawn to her breasts as they glistened beautifully with sweat, and shook vigorously from his hips slapping against her bottom. Engrossed by how perfectly her light pink nipples blended into the rest of her skin he opened his huge maw, letting the entire length of his tongue stretch out, and began caressing her tenderly soft breasts with the tip of his tongue, quickly coating her entire chest in his thick saliva.

Alex let out an extra long moan as Rok lapped at her breasts, and brought one of her hands back up, tightly grabbing onto Rok's tongue. She lifted her head back up and brought the tip of his tongue to her mouth and once again began lewdly sucking on it. The combined sensations of her tongue flicking around his, and the tight warmth of her pussy quickly became to much for Rok and he felt an explosive release of pleasure spread throughout his groin as he gave one last extra hard shove into Alex.

“Yes! Fill me with your seed!” Alex screamed out, releasing his tongue from her mouth as he did just that, and she began grinding her hips against him and bucking her body as if trying to take in more of him. Rok let out a loud groan as he felt her cervix rubbing against the head of his cock, and as he felt the last bit of cum drain from his body, Alex grew tense once more. “OH YES! ROK!” She screamed out in orgasm.

Rok shuddered as he felt Alex's pussy clench around his member and then finely loosen as her orgasm subsided and she relaxed. Rok fell backward into the sand, and for the first time in a long while felt peaceful as Alex laid on top of his chest, breathing heavily. He began to shift his hips to gently pull his penis out of Alex, but felt her quickly tighten her muscles around his shaft, holding him in as she looked up at him with almost sad eyes.

“Please, just stay in me for the night.” She said in a tone that reflected the look in her eyes. Rok didn't say anything but merely nodded as he shifted his hips back forward, pushing his length back into her, and reached over grabbing her cloak. He gently covered her with it and wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you...” He heard her say weakly as she began to sob into his chest.

“Are you hurt?” Rok said in a neutral voice.

Alex shook her head and looked up at his face. “No... It's just this was the first time I've ever willingly given myself to someone.”

Rok affectionately smiled down at her. “I see, then rest easy tonight, my love. From now on no one shall ever take you by force again.” Rok said laying his bald head back into the sand.

He felt the woman snuggle against him tighter and a long moment of peaceful silence passed before Alex spoke again. “What does love mean?”


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