Where the victors and Vanquished come to meet.
This is a rendering I did on DAZ of a character for an interactive story I am writing on inklewriter. I will post the link of the story once it is done.
Inklewriter requires that pics be posted online in order to post them to the story, so I will also post several of the death pics as well. This post will be edited frequently as the story progresses.
He thought he could just leave. The boys had taken over the prison camp and imprisoned the guards. Since they were in the middle of nowhere, they knew it would be a long time before their take-over was discovered.
Trenton became fearful of what the other guys were turning into. He decided he needed to sneak away and escape. Robert, one of the ringleaders of the group was not about to allow that to happen. If Trenton got out, so would word that something was amiss at the camp. He tried to dissuade Trenton, but sometimes young men can be pretty obstinate in their decisions.
Trenton decided to try to make a break for it. Robert grabbed his arm and rammed his sword through the center of Trenton's back.
Trenton let out a scream as the blade pierced through his heart and out of his chest. His body quaked as he slunched down to the ground.
Robert maintained a tight grip on both his sword and the other guy, following him down to the ground. Trenton let struggled very little. Robert ripped the sword back out and let go of his former ally.
Trenton gasped twice for air before falling over onto his side.
The young intern just started in the top secret laboratory today. He had spent the last few days in training, learning about the man who the scientists were researching. Some sort of creature that looked like a man, but was much more animal-like in nature.
It had initially been created as a soldier, but there was greater health and medical knowledge that could be learned from testing on it.
The young man entered the laboratory in his new lab coat with his name tag dangling from the pocket.
"Can you take a punch?" the scientist asked of his young intern assistant.
"Of course I can." Replied the young assistant.
"Good, then you can go in there with him. Let him punch you once in the belly. If you can take it, you will have earned his trust."
The young assistant removed his shirt, as he had been taught in during training and entered into the holding chamber. He calmly approached the man huddled in the corner. When the man noticed the timid, but brave young man, he stood up and approached.
The assistant placed his hands behind his back. His mentor had told him to do this as this would be a sign that he was welcoming the test of trust.
The man looked over the young intern. He reached out, and ran his fingertip from the young man's navel, up to his chest and back down again. Then in a swift move, he pulled back his arm and rammed it forward at full-thrust into the intern's navel.
The young man instantly flexed his muscles, but felt them give way. He dared not look down, but was aware that the punch had made some significant damage, as he could feel the man's fingers moving inside of him.
He stared straight into the eyes of the man whose mouth was starting to water. The man ripped out the intern's guts and the young man collapsed down to his knees as the man began feasting on a handful of his intestines.
Within about a minute, the intern fell over dead.
"Okay, gentlemen, the creature has been fed." a voice came over the intercom. The scientist then entered into the containment area and performed his tests on the creature as it feasted on the poor young intern.
This hot young rich kid had the most insane parties ever. Booze, girls, three jacuzzi's, 2 pools, an in-home theatre room, not to forget 12 bedrooms. His father was filthy rich and was always out of town staying at one of his other mansions, leaving Brent with the house all to himself.
Brent held huge parties every Saturday. Live DJ, music, games, you name it. He would always invite as many of us college athletes to his parties. Being a closeted gay guy, (You just don't advertise these sorts of things when you're a wrestler.), I was really attracted to him, but there was something creepy about him.
I watched him carefully as he made his rounds during a couple of parties. He would wait for one of the "hot" guys to talk to him. He would end up introducing him to one of the girls and, giving them a "special" drink from his wine cellar, he would send them up to his private bedroom. After a couple minutes, the girl would come out and give Brent a nod.
After the party, Brent would go up to his room and rape the holy hell out of the poor young athlete. I watched a couple times through the window, as Brent slammed those boys hard. They were so dazed and fucked up, they didn't know what was going on. They would often cry out in pain and he seemed to enjoy every minute of it. It was quite a show to watch.
After his first orgasm, Brent would get a hot shower, lube back up and go at it again. I swear, this guy would have at least four orgasms every Saturday night.
In the morning, he would threaten the guy with the videos. They would always fold, especially, when he handed them 5 grand for their troubles.
His lewd actions didn't bother me too much. Mostly because I was secretly gay and enjoyed the thought of him fucking those straight boys, but one night, he decided to choose my roommate as his victim.
My roommate was a "good" Christian boy. He was honest, kind, and overall, just a great guy. While, I must admit, I was attracted to him, I would never let my mind wander there, as I had too much respect for him and his beliefs. I kinda admired how he was always striving to do the right thing and to be a better person.
But, the morning he came home from the party, seeming as if life had beaten him, I knew what had happened. He spent the whole morning sobbing quietly in his room. I swear, he took like 3 showers. I hated seeing him like this and when I saw him throw away an envelope with 5 grand in it, I knew Brent was to blame.
I put my arm around my friend, and told him I knew what had happened. At first, his face went pale, but I assured him it would be alright. This seemed to calm him a little.
The following weekend, I knew what I was going to do. At Brent's party, I made sure I was the one he saw. I was usually just a wall flower at his parties, but tonight, I was going to put myself in the spot light.
I undressed down to my swim trunks and stayed that way in every room. Dancing provocatively to the music, Partying hard with the alcohol, putting off some sexual vibes. I saw him watching me.
After a couple hours, I walked up to him at the pool-side bar. I had never talked to him before, but, tonight.... well, tonight was different. I made several jokes with innuendos. I could feel the sexual tension overcoming him as I placed my hand on his shoulder and even gave him a "bro-hug".
About 10 minutes into our conversation, he introduced me to one of the girls. "Oh, Hell yeah!" I said as she invited me up to the bedroom. "Oh, here, This is on me," Brent said, handing me a bottle of wine.
The girl took me up to the room. She insisted that we drink first. I downed the bottle within minutes. I saw her take a small pill before taking sips from her glass. After a couple minutes, I started acting delirious, stripped down, invited her into the bed and passed out. She checked me briefly and slipped out of the room.
Now, all I had to do was wait for Brent. I really wanted to get revenge on him for what he did to my roommate, but the thoughts of what he would do to me all night long as I was in this state overcame me. My cock was harder than it had ever been.
Sometime later, he came in. He stood for awhile, looking me over. He attempted to see if I would wake up. I would just stir a little, so he knew the drugs in the wine had taken hold. (Or at least, this is what he thought. What he didn't know was that, in reality, I swapped the bottle he had given me with one I had stolen from the pool bar.)
He stripped down and crawled under the covers with me. At first, he used just his mouth, licking my chest, abs, cock. He even sucked each one of my fingers and toes, before finally make his way up my neck to my mouth. His lips were soft, tender and fine. I could taste the sweet nectar of fine wine as his tongue caressed mine.
After some passionate kissing as he pressed his young, hot body against mine, He started getting down to business
All night, He put me in different positions as he mercilessly f**ked me like he had done to so many other guys before me. After some brutal sex, I felt so used and abused (and I had actually wanted it). But his calling me his bitch, and slapping me around was way more extreme that I wanted. I could only imagine how the other guys must have felt, especially when they didn't want it at all.
The sky outside was starting to lighten up as he finished his last time with me. He leaned down, smothering me with his lips, and calling me his cum-whore, he went into the bathroom for another shower.
I knew his routine. He was going to get cleaned up, and dump a cup of cold water on me to wake me up, then take the 5 grand from the dresser drawer and throw it down at me.
As he went in to the shower, I got up and grabbed the money out of the dresser. (Okay, actually, I cleaned out the dresser.) Apparently, he had a huge stash in there for the next couple of months.
I took down one of the decorative swords from the wall and waited at the door for him. Oh, how surprised he was when he came out of the shower wearing only his towel. I rammed the sword into his gut, then laid back down on the bed.
His abs tightened and quivered as he stared at me. "It looks like you're my little gut-fuck bitch now." I said as he slumped to the floor and fell over dead.
That was the last time he ever raped another guy.
