Heaven's End

This first chapter got a little out of hand, because I wanted to have suffient backstory so that it makes sense! I apologize if it seems a little long. This story has been milling about in my head for awhile, and so I just had to get it down on "paper." It was inspired by a multitude of fandoms, but it is all technically original. I may or may not continue it, and the plot may or may not become twisted and complicated. I guess it depends on the ratings and comments :)

Enjoy!


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She wasn’t exactly sure what they had done to her, or even what she had become. Her life before the regime change seemed so long ago – so distant, even though in reality, not much time had passed. The days and nights she had spent in dark laboratories seemed only like a painful blur. She had become a servant of the New Order, and there was no option but to blindly obey. No option worth taking, at least.

Whatever she was now was clearly unstoppable. She was no longer the woman she had been before – no, now she was Jhuen, mistress of the night. The New Order’s secret weapon. Cunning, stealth, strength – she had it all, but she could only see herself as a monster, and for good reason …

Jhuen made her way silently through the darkness, her form-fitting clothing allowing her to slip through the night without a sound. She was misleadingly short and lithe with long dark hair that she wore pulled up out of her face. Her weapons were strategically placed so as not to make a sound. She had been more than adequately trained, and was now out on her very first assignment. At last, her target came into view – a simple building. She longed to hesitate, fearful of what was about to happen – about what she was going to become, but she had her orders: flush out and kill the heretics of the New Order.

Jhuen crept up to a window of the building. She efficiently managed to ever so quietly cut and remove a sufficiently large piece of glass in order to grant her entry. Once inside, she padded noiselessly down a dimly lit hallway, practically sniffing out her prize. Much to her chagrin, she could sense a change coming over her as the bloodlust surfaced. She even licked her lips in hungry anticipation.

This change simultaneously thrilled and terrified her. Before she knew it, Jhuen’s eyes locked on her first prey of the evening – a long guard. She moved boldly toward him.

“Hey! You there! What are you doing in there!?” he questioned.

Jhuen did not answer, but drew two large, menacing blades from the sheaths at her sides. Before the guard had even an instant to react he had been sliced in two – cleaved by Jhuen’s sharp blades. His blood splattered upon the walls and her body. She seemed to almost instantly react to this contact with blood. The change within her intensified as she licked a bit of the sticky substance from her arm hungrily. Fangs extended, hair stood out wildly on end, claws grew, and her eyes dilated. All fear was now gone – only the intense desire to hunt and kill remained. Madness had taken control of her mind.

As she continued her mission, Jhuen remained in a daze – the woman that she truly was lay buried somewhere deep within her heart. She used her blades mercilessly, slicing bodies apart with unnatural strength for someone her size, oblivious to her now blood-stained clothing and skin.

Finally, she reached the primary target – the ring leader of this particular band of heretics. She approached him slowly, an expressionless look plastered across her face. The man cowered in fear, his comrades’ brutally slain bodies scattered the ground about him. Jhuen took another lick of mingled blood – this time from the edge of her right blade. The man shuddered – eyes wide with fear.

“Wh-what are you!?” he cried out desperately. “You monster!”

The word struck a nerve deep within Jhuen, and she blinked, momentarily coming out of her murderous stupor. She dropped her blades which clanged loudly as they hit the hard ground. Trembling, she gazed down at her blood-soaked hands and claws. Her eyes widened and she clutched at her face. Throwing her head backwards violently she half-howled, half-screamed in agony.

She left the man that she had been about to slaughter alone, confused, and terrified as she retreated into the night.

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Jhuen awoke sometime later and groaned. She realized that she must have passed out, but that didn’t explain the dull ache that she felt in her arms which she realized were extended above her for some reason. As she came to, she discovered that her wrists were bound by a rope above her, while her legs and hips rested on a cold, hard ground. She shivered in the cool air, realizing that she was naked, as well. She groaned, trying to shift her weight in her uncomfortable position.

“Ah – you’re finally awake,” the smirk of the speaker could be heard in his voice.

Jhuen raised her head pitifully and gazed in the direction of the voice as her master emerged from the shadows.

“I’m very disappointed in you, my little slave. Why did you fail me?” he asked, his voice eerily calm.

“I-I just couldn’t do it …” she faltered.

“But why? It was a simple assignment,” the anger in his voice rose as he continued his tirade. “Luckily for you, the man you foolishly left alive has been exterminated, but do you have any idea what could have happened had he escaped? After witnessing the extent of your powers? Do you?” he stormed over to Jhuen’s limp body and yanked her head up by her hair, bending over so that their faces practically touched. She cried out in pain.

“Well, do you?” he spat.

She looked at him with pathetic eyes, wincing from the strain of being held up so tightly by only her hair. She took in the vision of her new master. He was tall and muscular with somewhat short dirty blonde hair that he kept neatly combed. He always wore the official military uniform of the New Order. He was, after all, the commander in chief – the ultimate dictator of the new world. He was the Admiral. At least, that was the title he went by – no one ever called him by any other name.

“What am I?” Jhuen asked thickly, ignoring his question.

The Admiral sneered and struck her sharply across the face. He released his grip on her hair, causing her to nearly crumple to the floor before the binding around her wrists caught her sharply and painfully. He chuckled and clasped his hands behind his back, facing away from Jhuen.

“You are an experimental prototype. You are the New Order’s secret weapon and loyal servant. Your only concern should be to obey my orders.”

Jhuen sighed quietly – she had been told all this before. But the Admiral continued with a little smirk.

“Some may call you a monster.”

She gasped and then hung her head in shame.

“But that shouldn’t be of any importance to you. As I said, you are our secret weapon, and so if you were no longer a secret, then you would be worthless to us. And the great deal of time, energy, and funding put into you would be wasted. The extent of your abilities must remain a secret while we use and test you. So now you must see why your little error could have proved fatally detrimental to the New Order.” He chuckled again, the sound grating on Jhuen’s nerves. “So, of course, you see – you’ll have to be punished.”

The Admiral unbuttoned his uniform shirt and removed it. He then pulled his undershirt over his head and tossed it aside revealing his athletic (but not overly chiseled) chest, abdomen, and arms. Jhuen was a little bewildered by his actions. He then removed a neatly rolled black whip from his belt that she hadn’t noticed before, and her heart sank as she realized her fate.

He pulled a nearby lever which caused the rope binding Jhuen’s wrists to jerk her up into a standing position. The rope was now pulled so tautly that only her toes remained on the floor. Her shoulders ached even more in this new position. She hung her head in agonized anticipation.

The Admiral walked up to her and lifted her chin with the rolled whip. Surprisingly, his eyes were not filled with anger, but rather with unrestrained lust.

“I’m so going to enjoy this,” he whispered, revealing two long fangs when he smiled.

Jhuen’s eyes widened and she gasped.

“That’s right, my little slave, you aren’t the only monster around here.”

Jhuen’s mind reeled – was the Admiral the same as her? No – it couldn’t be – she was an experimental prototype – one of a kind! But the fangs … could he be a vampire? But those were only fictional creatures from stories, right? Then again – much of what Jhuen had seen since the reign of the New Order had been unbelievable. And, there had always been rumors about vampire activity … and that could help to explain how the Admiral and his followers had gained power so quickly and efficiently – he was a monster! Were there others like him, as well?

Her train of thought was broken abruptly when the first strike of the thick whip snaked across her back. She cried out both in pain and surprise. This new development concerning the Admiral had been so shocking that she hadn’t even noticed when he moved behind her in order to begin. The whip fell again, this time striking lower – across her buttocks and thigh. She cried out again in agony – the pain unbearable.

The Admiral showed no mercy as he wielded his instrument of pain, the lashes continuing to rain down on Jhuen’s backside, although she cried, screamed, and begged.

“Please! Please, Master! I can’t take it! Please stop!”

“That’s right, little slave, beg …” he murmured, showing no sign of letting up.

At long last, he paused for a moment. “I suppose you are thoroughly regretting your failure now – am I right?” he said in a ridiculing voice.

She only sobbed in response.

“You may find it interesting to know that in your new form you actually have a higher tolerance for this – although no one would know it from all of your pathetic blubbering. You will also heal much more quickly than a normal human. Isn’t that great?” he chuckled in his malicious way. “So … let’s be sure that you’ve truly learned your lesson …”

And although Jhuen’s back, buttocks, and thighs were painted with nasty red welts, he lit into her once again. She felt like she would faint or die as the ear-piercing cracks of the whip seemed to echo within her skull. The fire upon her tortured skin escalated to a point that drove her nearly beyond sanity.

Finally, the Admiral stopped. Jhuen continued to sob from the excruciating pain. The Admiral approached her slowly, practically shaking from adrenaline … and lust. There was nothing that he loved more than power, control, and discipline. Although he was genuinely displeased by his servant’s failure, it thrilled him beyond measure to bind and beat the attractive, and at this moment, helpless creature. And he was not yet finished with her – No, he was indeed a vampire, and so he had a taste for blood. His sadistic work with the whip had also aroused him beyond belief, and so he was also filled with a craving for something more.

He stood just behind Jhuen’s trembling body, breathing heavily on her nape. She shuddered. He ran his hands down her naked body, and she winced whenever he made contact with her fresh welts. She whimpered when he ran his fingers between her legs.

He chuckled softly in her ear, “Why, you’re dripping wet. I think you may have enjoyed our little session - I’ll have to remember to go a little harder on you in the future!”

“No …” she pleaded, unable to even comprehend worse pain than she had just endured. Her entire backside was throbbing horribly.

He ignored her plea and plunged a finger deep inside of her, causing her to make a strangled sound that was a confused blend of pleasure and disgust.

“My little slave – my pet,” he purred into her ear as he worked his finger within her soft folds. “You know that you belong entirely to me now … the sooner you accept and embrace that the easier things will be fore you …”

Jhuen bit her lip, trying to suppress her arousal. She hated that the Admiral was having this effect on her. He was her captor, he had no mercy, he had destroyed her life – turned her into some kind of creature – a monster. She was ruined because of him. She let out an anguished sob as she struggled with her emotions.

The Admiral appeared to take no notice as he unfastened his slacks, releasing his large, rigid member. He lifted Jhuen slightly by her thighs, spreading her legs wide apart, and then lowered her slowly onto him.

“Ah – not a virgin, I see,” he observed bluntly. “What a little slut! But I expected as much …”

He moved her slowly up and down, forcing her to ride him just the way he wanted.
Jhuen felt utterly exposed, and with her arms bound above her, she was entirely helpless against the rape. She simply had no choice but to submit, though she tried with all her might to overcome the arousal that was growing within her stomach. The Admiral quickened his pace, his essence rising.

“So wet …” he murmured. “I think you love this as much as I am! But there’s still something else I want from you, slave.”

He ran his tongue up and down her neck and she moaned, unable to control her response.

“You needn’t worry – you cannot become one of us – you are already not entirely human.”
At that point, he could wait no longer, and so he sunk his fangs deep into her neck, drawing the sweet blood that he so desperately craved. Jhuen cried out, overwhelmed by mingled sensations of pain and pleasure.

He increased his pace once again, ramming into her with no restraint, while drinking her blood greedily, his fangs locked into her skin. He was taking so much blood, that she began to feel a bit light-headed.

The Admiral grunted and moaned as his peak approached. Jhuen felt as though she had been pushed over a high ledge and was free-falling through the sky. Her unavoidable climax was too much for her to handle, what with the amount of blood the Admiral had drained from her, and so just as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, she lost consciousness. The Admiral reached his conclusion soon after, unaware o uncaring that she was no longer awake as he filled her with his seed.

Instantly regaining his composure, he fastened his pants and buttoned his uniform shirt neatly. He paged a grunt servant who, upon arrival, took in Jhuen’s eerily limp form dangling by her arms in the middle of the room, dripping with blood and semen.

“I-is she dead?” the grunt asked, looking terrified.

The Admiral gave a small laugh. “Hardly. It would take far, far more to kill that creature. I want her cleaned up, and given an injection. I have another job for her in the morning, and I want her fit to serve me. You are dismissed.”

The Admiral grinned as the grunt unhooked Jhuen’s binding and carried her lifeless body from the room. Despite a small and quickly remedied glitch, his new servant had proved quite promising on her mission. He could always increase the level of drugs that she was given in order to assure that her error would not be repeated. Things were still moving according to his plans, and as an added bonus, he appeared to have acquired a sex slave in addition to a killing machine.