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 Four

Four months had gone by since Rok had rescued Alex from being sacrificed, and Rok knew this because for the first time since he had realized he was immortal, he was once again keeping track of the days as they went by. He was finding that having Alex in his life was shaking up a lot of the routines he had gotten himself stuck in. Much of his days had now become devoted to sating Alex's curiosity. Her drive for knowledge seemed insatiable as every question he answered led her to ask two more, and was proving to be remarkably smart and a fast learner.

When Rok found himself to tired to answer any more of her questions she would often go off to explore the large amount of relics and junk Rok had collected over the decades in his large underground sanctuary. However, learning about the world by word of mouth wasn't enough to hold her attention indefinitely, and it wasn't long before she was asking Rok to take her out into the world with him. At first Rok had refused because of all the potential dangers, but Rok knew he couldn't keep a woman like her couped up in his sanctuary forever, and after no signs of retaliation from the Aristocracy Rok finally gave in to Alex's demands.

“Do I really have to wear this damn cloak the entire time? It doesn't make looking around to easy y'know.” Alex said venomously as she fidgeted with the hood so she could get a better look at the entrance of the Breeder Camp far ahead of her.

Rok stopped and knelt down so that he was face to face with her, and forcefully readjusted her hood and cloak to recover her beautiful face and lithe body. “It's more important now than ever that you remain concealed. Things work differently here than they did in the Aristocracies White City. There are Mutates in here that would kill a woman just for looking at them in the wrong way, so keep your hood down, your mouth shut, and your eyes open. You have no idea what they would do to you should they discover what you truly are.”

“Oh? Worse things than what you do to me?” She asked in a lusty tone that never failed to arouse Rok.

Rok placed his large grey index finger under her chin and tilted her face up so he could clearly see her eyes. “I'm serious Alex. This is no time to be combative or rowdy. I brought you along against my better judgment because I know how much you want to see and explore the world outside of the White City and my sanctuary, but if your not careful you could die or be recaptured and enslaved here. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Hood down, mouth shut, and eyes open.” Alex said now biting her lower lip, which Rok had noticed she only did when she knew she had made a mistake, and felt angry at having to admit it.

“Good, now be sure to stay close to me.” Rok said as he resumed walking toward the Breeder Camp's sentries which were already aiming their weapons at him and Alex.

“Stop right there!” One of the guards yelled out as soon as they were in earshot.

Rok raised a large bag filled with valuables he had scavenged into the air. “I come to trade!” He yelled to the guards.

“And who's that with you?” The guard asked gesturing his weapon toward Alex.

“Just a slave girl!”

“Where's her chains?” The guard asked, pressing the issue.

“She's trained well and knows her place!” Rok lied. The guard that had done all the talking questioningly looked over to the other guard who shrugged his shoulders and then nodded his head. The two guards lowered their weapons and Rok proceeded forward as they opened the gate.

Rok grimaced as they entered the Breeder Camp. He had hoped that it would be a calmer day, but instantly saw that the camp was crowded and busier than ever. Rok closely watched Alex as they made their way further into the camp past the food vendors and was glad to see that no one was paying any attention to either of them. He could see Alex's head turning every which way as they walked by vendor's yelling out to sell their food, and as mutates of every shape and size passed by. Then they came to a crowd larger than most of the others they had seen gathered around a particular Vendor and Rok stopped.

“Your first lesson Alex. To some you would be nothing more than food.” He said drawing her attention to the large flabby mutate at the center of the crowd who was holding up two large disembodied breasts cut off of a human woman.

“Who wants this fine pair of fat breasts cut from a run away slave?” The vendor belched out, spraying the first few mutates in front of him with bits of spittle as he spoke. For a minute the crowd roared with everyone screaming out what they had to trade, but in the end it was a tall thin mutate with razor sharp teeth and a small bag of ground up shrooms that won. Then, right there in front of everyone, the mutate brought one of the breasts to his mouth, licked it's nipple several times, then viciously sunk his teeth into its pale skin and tore out a large chunk of the fatty flesh.

Rok looked down and saw Alex turn her head away from the sight and decided it was probably best to move on. He placed his hand gently against her back guiding her away from the scene as he headed toward a different part of the camp. Further into the camp Rok spotted a naked, frail but fair looking woman with no hair leaving behind a beaten up tent all on her own, and once again Rok stopped.

“Look here.” Rok said to Alex gesturing toward the extremely thin woman. “Here's two lessons. The first is that you can not expect to travel on your own and not be attacked, but secondly, and more importantly, not all things and situations are as they appear to be.”

Not seconds after Rok finished talking did a sickly looking mutate with a middle aged woman leashed to his belt block the path of the woman. It's face was gaunt looking, and his mouth hung open as if he was unable to hold it closed, but it's most noticeable feature was that instead of having five fingers he had five thick fleshy tentacles coming out of his hands.

“Looky, looky. I found I self a cunt for the taking.” The mutate said moving close to the woman.

“P... Please. I am o... only out at my m... masters orders.” The woman stuttered as she awkwardly looked down at herself.

“Master? I see no master with you other than I self.” The mutate said sounding amused and brought one of his hands to one of her small breasts. The tentacles immediately began snaking around and squeezing the woman's breast, causing her to sharply inhaled at his touch.

“P... Please, my masters re... requests that you not fondle their b... bitch.”

Hearing this the mutate stopped smiling and became angry, slapping the woman hard across the face. “I am your master now! Your cunt belongs to I!” The mutate yelled as he began to reach his other hand toward the woman's exposed vagina. Then the woman suddenly let out a sharp moan of what almost sounded like pleasure and a thin purple tendril with a small stinger at it's end shot out from the woman's pussy, striking the mutates palm and then retracted back into the woman.

The sickly looking mutate quickly pulled back his hand and looked at his palm in shock. Before he could do anything else, foam began forming in his mouth and he dropped to his knees. He looked up at the frail woman with an expression of horror and weakly tried to raise his hands toward her throat. The tendril once again shot out from the woman, who was now panting, and struck the mutate in the forehead this time, causing him to instantly drop to the ground dead.

The sickly looking mutate's middle aged slave didn't make any effort to move or help, but instead just stared expressionless down at her dead master's corpse. She was then shoved down to the ground by the frail looking woman who immediately moved over her and stood above her head.

“I'm s... sorry, but my masters says y... your to be one of their b... bitch's.” The woman said as she lowered herself until she was sitting on the mid-aged woman's face. A second later the woman began moaning and grinding her hips against the other woman's lips, and Rok saw several tendrils force her mouth open as she began screaming and clawing at the frail woman's back. The mid-aged woman's screams were quickly muffled as the woman on top of her forcefully pressed her pussy into her open mouth, and let out a loud moan as she orgasmed.

At the same moment Rok saw the mid-aged woman's throat bulge for a second as if something were making it's way down it, and the woman instantly began violently writhing on the ground, throwing the frail woman off of her. She continued to flail and convulse in what looked like terrible pain for several seconds and then suddenly stopped, and stood up as if nothing had happened.

“O... Our masters want us to co... complete their original orders. A... are you able?” The frail woman asked as she got back to her feet. The mid-aged woman didn't say anything but mechanically nodded her head, and the two women walked off together.

“What was that?” Alex quietly asked Rok.

“They're some sort of small mutates that inhabits women's bodies, using them as both hosts and servants. Most of them are parasites that move from woman to woman, feeding off of them until nothing but a lifeless husk is left behind.” Rok paused for a moment expecting Alex to ask another question, but she remained silent. “Anyway, what I really wanted you to see isn't far.”

Soon they came to a large crowd of mutates huddled in front of a raised platform guarded by a number of large menacing mutates, and standing on top of the platform was roughly forty women of varying ages chained by their feet and hands to the platform. Behind the guards were several other mutates moving around taking bids on the different women, and not far in the distance you could see the massive, grotesque body of Founder.

“No matter else goes on here at the Breeder Camp, this is what this place is all about. For a long time there weren't a lot of women around. Between the Aristocracy hording all the women they could and the Purifiers organizing and finding ways to defend themselves there were very few women around for the weaker mutates. For a while I thought I was going to see the mutate species die out, but then came along that mass of flesh you can see over there.” Rok said to Alex, discreetly pointing at Founder in the distance.

“His name is Founder, but he wasn't always that big. He was supposedly once a part of the Aristocracy, but something happened and he left or was kicked out. Whatever the case was, he brought with a small group of women, and did something no else had. He began whoring out the women he had to mutates to gain influence over them, and it wasn't long before he had his own small private army, but at the same time he was careful to ensure that the women weren't killed and continued to produce offspring. Mutates that were born became a part of his army, and the women of course were born into a life of slavery and prostitution. As the number of women he possessed grew so did he, and once he had enough women he began selling them, and over the past two or three centuries it has turned into this. In fact most of the mutates that you see here are probably related to Founder in some way.”

“Why don't they fight?” Rok heard Alex whisper as she stared at the line up of women.

“A few do, but most just don't know any other way of life. Are things so different in the White City?” Rok asked not expecting an answer since she never seemed willing to talk about her past.

She was quiet for a long moment, and Rok could see her clenching her fists. “No. The slug that made me wanted a Breeder Princess with attitude.”

At this Rok let out a small laugh. “Well he certainly got what he asked for, didn't he?”

Alex was quiet for a moment and Rok saw the tension in her hands relax. “It's not funny.” She said sounding more playful.

“Sure it is. Now lets go and get the supplies we came for and get out of here.” Rok said turning away from the platform with a smile.

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Chana had been camped out for almost five days waiting for the mutate that had attacked her sister, and was beginning to question whether or not she was wasting her time. She hated waiting like this as it left her with to much time for her mind to wander back to what had happened with Cook, and how she couldn't kill her even though she knew Purity demanded it. The worst part however was probably the hunger. She didn't have a lot of food and had to ration it carefully, but if another day went by she knew she was going to have to leave to gather food and risk missing the mutate that would lead to her sister.

Then as the sun began to set she heard heavy footsteps in the distance and quickly readied her rifle and took up what she imagined was the same position her sister had used. She remained deathly still as she saw two figures approaching the collapsed building across from her. One was small and cloaked, but looked like a woman. The other she instantly knew in her gut was the one responsible capturing her sister. It was easily one of the biggest mutates she had seen, with rippling muscles, and a beastly face.

As the two approached a large slab of concrete rubble the small figure threw back her hood and Chana saw that it was in fact a woman. She wondered how many slaves this obviously powerful mutate was keeping and hoped that her sister was one of them so that she could bring this nightmare to an end. Then in amazement Chana watched as the mutate spread his arms apart, took hold of the large concrete slab and lifted it off the rest of the rubble, revealing a set of stairs leading down to a pair of large metal doors.

Chana fought the urge to take her shot and waited for the woman clear her line of fire as she moved down the steps and opened the metal doors. Then Chana got exactly the shot she had been waiting for as the large mutate turned to cover the secret entrance with the large slab as he began moving down the steps. She took aim at what she assumed was a non vital part of the mutates chest, and very slowly squeezed the trigger so the click of the trigger would be barely audible until she felt the strong recoil of the rifle firing against her shoulder.

Blood sprayed from the mutates chest, and she quickly chambered another round into the barrel and reacquired her aim as she watched the mutate tumble down the stairs and into his hideout. She watched for half a minute to make sure the mutate didn't get back up and then quickly jumped the wall she was behind and ran as fast as she could. As she got to the steps she slowed down and kept her rifle trained on the mutate as she moved down. The cloaked woman she had seen before was standing just past the felled mutate, staring blankly down at it in what Chana assumed was shock at seeing her captor on the ground bleeding to death.

“Careful girl. The beast should still be alive.” Chana said, carefully stepping around the mutate until she was standing next to the young woman. “Are there any other slaves?” Chana asked turning her head toward the woman, but careful not to take her eyes off the mutate. Then to Chana's surprise the women quickly grabbed her rifle, pulling her aim away from the mutate with one hand, and punched her in the face with her other hand. Chana was even more surprised by how strong the blow was as the woman landed a second strong punch.

Chana was forced to let go of her rifle as she brought her hands up to defend herself and was tackled to the ground. Had Chana not been so weak from hunger she knew she would have been able to overcome the wild woman, but in the current state she was in her only option was to try and reason with her. “Whats wrong with you? Do you not wish to be free?” Chana yelled as she grappled with the wild woman.

“You stupid bitch! I am free!” The woman furiously screamed, and for a split second Chana let her guard down in confusion and the woman was able to pin her arms to the ground.

“Wait...” Chana began to plead but was cut off as the woman ferociously slammed her forehead into hers, and Chana felt herself beginning to black out. “Don't... You don't have to be this things slave...” Chana mumbled deliriously, before feeling the woman slam her head against hers again.

“I'm no slave. Rok freed me, and I choose to be with him...” Chana heard the woman say before everything went dark.

~ ~ ~

“Kill me! Someone kill me! I must die! I am impure! Kill me Chana! Come back and kill me!” Cook futilely screamed at the top of her lungs to an empty room. The words echoed against the cold hard subterranean walls and it reaffirmed her urgent need to die. It had only been a few days, but she could feel movement inside the eggs, movement inside her, and all she could think about was how purity demanded that she be killed. That if she gave birth to a mutate from actually being impregnated by a mutate it would be the ultimate sacrilege against Purity.

“Kill me Chana! You must kill me!” She screamed as her thoughts went back to how Chana had refused to kill her and began to imagine that Chana was just testing her devotion to Purity. Then for an instant she thought saw Chana enter the room from the corner of her eye, but as she turned her head she saw it was actually Lord Mantis followed by three naked, large breasted, women. She desperately tried to break her hands free from her spiderweb like bindings as panic swept over her, but found that the webbing was far to strong.

“Hear me. This Chana will not come. You will not die. You will give birth to Bruje's progeny. You will give birth soon. I will grace your birthing with my presence. You will be honored.” Mantis said, and gave a short wave of his hand behind him. A second later a large roach like mutate scurried into the room, positioning it's self behind Mantis as he lowered himself to sit down.

Several hours passed by and Cook switched back and forth from screaming to be killed and laying completely still in a catatonic silence. All the while she could feel the movement inside her womb growing stronger and stronger until it started to become painful. She could feel the creatures inside her slowly breaking through the eggs bit by bit, and jagged broken fragments of the eggs began to scrape against the inside of her womb as they struggled to break free. She continuously cried out in pain for several long minutes until the movement inside of her became less frantic and calmed down.

As her breathing slowed and she grew quiet she began to hear slight crunching sounds from inside of herself and once again began to panic. “By Purity's mercy their eating me! Their eating me from the inside!” She screamed in horror.

Mantis's antennae twitched and he placed a hand against her large stomach. “No. The broodlings consume their own eggs for nourishment. They will emerge momentarily.”

Then just as Mantis had said, Cook could feel the movement inside her pick up again as the creatures began pushing at the tiny opening of her cervical canal. She once again screamed in pain as she felt her cervix being forced wide open as the first creature made its way out into her vaginal canal, which was still tight from only having been penetrated once in her life. The pain changed from her cervix being ripped open to her vaginal canal being painfully spread apart from the inside, but now she also felt tiny sharp pains as the creature inside her worked it's legs to pull itself through her tight pussy. The pain seemed to last for an eternity until she finely felt the thing push itself clear from her womanhood, and let out a light screeching sound.

She look over to Mantis as he reached out and raised the newly born mutate into the air in front of him. Tears streaked down her face at seeing what was a six legged creature with a small segmented body and a small circular mouth at its head.

“Spiderlings. Excellent. They will serve the hive well.” Mantis declared before setting the mutate onto Cook's chest.

Cook watched wide eyed as the spiderling scrabbled around for a second on her breast until it found her nipple, and a tiny thin tongue began repeatedly flicking out from its mouth, poking at her nipple until it uncontrollably grew hard. The tongue then tightly wrapped itself around her now erect nipple, squeezing it so that a tiny bead of milk formed and then it closed its mouth around the nipple and began lightly sucking in her breast milk.

Cook began crying even harder as she fully realized that she wasn't going to escape the nightmare she was in, that no one was going to end her life, and that she had broken the laws of Purity in every way possible. “Please... Please kill me...” She weakly mumbled as she felt the next spiderling begin to push its way out of her, and the pain started up all over again.


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AN: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has taken the time and effort to post reviews. I truly appreciate it, and it helps keep me motivated. Any questions that you all have I will try to do my best to answer through the story itself as I feel thats really the best way to address such things.

Thank you again,
~Magnus