Digimon: Forever's End
Episode 4- Inadvocare Pax (Part Two): Save That Last Dance
Somewhere in The Digital World...
Saidenmon sat cross-legged on one of the great branches of a DigiOak tree staring at the sky.intently as if trying to see something he couldn't quite make out.
"Why do I keep staring at the sun?" he asked himself. "As if somehow it'll reveal itself to me. Am I not seeing its identity now? Or has it hidden itself from me all these years, with a mask on. An invisible eclipse."
He sighed and took a bite out of a BurnerBerry, a cherrylike fruit that was the size of a large apple. He ran his free hand through his hair slowly, savoring the feel, even though his hair was about as smooth as hay. He had been staring at the horizon for hours ever since he'd seen that shockwave burst from the sun like a blue discus. Even stranger, the sun had then rose instead of setting, and night had not come yet. It was as if, something was screwing around with reality.
"Whatever happens," he said aloud to himself. "Because I know something is about to happen, I can feel it in my bones ... whatever happens, let it happen soon, so that I will not die without knowing the answer to my questions..."
He sighed heavily again, tossed away the remains of his BurnerBerry, spread his giant raggedy wings and took off into the air, flying in the direction opposite of the sun.
=The Real World=
U.M.M Hanger:
For the past two hours or so, Wendell had become the sex slave of Lt. West, his evil supervisor. Despite his pleas, she had stripped him naked. In other words, the powerhouse, boulder-built Head Mechanic Wendell Marshall, was being raped by a skinny idiodic bitch of a woman who outranked him, Lieutenant Samantha West. Wendell had often considered becoming a body builder, but he had a degree in Quantum Physics, and this job paid more. he could have easily thwarted Samantha, but knew if he laid a hand on her, he'd loose his job, and the U.M.M could snap their fingers and have him in jail.
And so, he let it continue, unable to find anyway out of the small stone hallway West had trapped him in. She had stolen his keycard discretely, smart enough to know Wendell would run. It had been quite some time since she had been able to have release, and she knew that Wednell, as smart and burly as he was, would be the one person she could trap into getting it from. Plus she had never had a man of color before, and despite her racist mindset, some hyprocritic part of her rationilized what she was doing.
Ever since Samantha had been appointed as supervisor to the Head Mechanic, everybody had hated her immediately. She was the most blatantly sexist, racist, and overall discriminatory. Because of her extreme outlooks, she never could get a date with guys, let alone have sex with them. The ironic thing is that she was a very sexual person, which showed by her complete disregard of the U.M.M dress code. Instead of the black jumpsuit everyone else wore in the Mechanics divison, she always would wear skimpy tight leather leather clothes, most of the time with no bra, in addition to her heavy make-up. She looked like Jenna Jameson's daughter, and like she was about to fall to her knees and blow somebody any moment.
Everytime a new man came into the Mechanics division, they expected Samantha to be easy, but easily became just as angry as everyone else when they found out she was just a tease. The Hanger-Base was where all the mechanics divison workers lived, in the underground quarters. There were about two hundred men, and this one teasing female, and a whole lot of kleenex. Samantha had numerous dildos, sybian vibrators, and other toys stashed in her room (which was considerably larger than Wendell's), not bothering to hide her loud moans and yells from her neighbering U.M.M members, to get a rise out of them, but always found herself painfully unsatisfied. Operation D-66 had required that Samantha and the whole mechanics division stay secluded in the hanger-base for the past year and a half. That means that for eighteen months nobody there had gotten any- none of them had resorted to gay sex- yet.
Even Wendell had to admit he was looking forward
to the project to end, so that he could return to his normal life. A single
life full of meaningless and emotionless sex, but a normal life nonetheless. He
hadn't even masturbated since he'd come here because he didn't believe in it,
but he didn't want the project to be rushed so that it could launch tomorrow.
The D-66, was a very dangerous device if used wrong.
What he feared most was what had happened earlier when a Digital Wave had
formed while
Wendell found himself on the cold stone floor, looking up at the flouresant lights. The past several hours had been nothing but forced foreplay, but it looked as if Samantha was finished fooling around. She was still in her pink bra, and pink thong underware, which was suffering from a deluge, ontop of Wendell after a long make-up session. She slowly dragged herself to her feet, smiling on one side of her face. Wendell started to get up assuming she didn't want to go any further.
"Not so fast Kunta," she said shamelessly. "I'm just savoring this moment. I don't know if you've ever had your cock deep in ivory before ..."
She glanced down at Wendell's penis standing at attention with a tiny bit of precum on the tip, and almost gigled.
"But even we white girls get horny," she said. "Especially after a year and a half of not getting any ass. Ready or not, her I 'cum'..."
She laughed at her own joke and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Wendell had to admit, that even though this was forced sex, he'd be able to enjoy an orgasm for the first time in ages. He could probably drag his testicles behind him, they hung so low, even though they were pretty tight now. Lt. West unhooked her bra, swung it over her head like a helicopter and threw it down at Wendell. It landed on his face.
'Its not too late to find a way out of this,' Wendell thought to himself, still not willing to be raped. 'If I can just get that key card, I can get out of here.'
He started to glance around to try and find Lt. West's discarded leather pants, found them but then thought about it again.
'...and run into the main hall of a densely populated mechanics base?' he thought disgusted. 'I'm the head mechanic, the commanding officier. I can appear running through the halls exposed like this.'
He looked at the light at the end of the tunnel considering running into the D-66's hanger, for this was the last hallway all people on the mission would walk through to get to the D-66 itself. He didn't like this idea because there really wasn't anywhere to run.
'Plus...' he thought to himself. 'I'm naked and there's a not of metal in that hanger ... I don't like the situation.'
He shuddered slightly, and looked back up at Lt. West. He was angry and confused. Here he was, with muscles bigger than this woman's head, and he couldn't lay a hand on her to get out of this potentially illegal situation, or his life would be destroyed.
'Damn,' he thought simply. 'Being black sucks right now..."
He gave up trying to find a way out and decided to just take his fate like a man, looking back up at Lt. West who was gyrating seductively, and rubbing her clit through her thong, licking her lips as if settling down for a large meal.
'Well...' he thought his instincts taking over. 'Things could be worse ... hell, it IS sex, and I haven't gotten off in a year and a half ...'
He sighed and let it go. Lt. West got to her knees, and crawled over to Wendell's body which wanted this even though he really didn't and gave his hard cock a lick. Wendell shuddered feeling chills all over his body.
"My, my," she said looking like Christmas had come early. "The rumors are true about blacks being well-hung ... lets see how much'll go in my mouth shall we?"
And with that she licked the underside of Wendell's dick with one long and savoring lick, then a quick flick of the tounge into the slit on the head playing with his precum in her mouth before giggling and taking the whole thing in with great sucktion. Wendell suddenly had an idea to get out of this- or at least out of it sooner. He concentrated intently on making himself cum as soon as possible. Lt. West was using her skilled tounge. She obviously had done this many times before, but under the same pretenses, Wendell was not sure.
He concentrated on her firm yet bouncy breats, the way they slopped into a tasty nipple and back, the way her skin was so smooth, and her eyes were so warm and soft. He concentrated on the way her tounge wraped around his privates and milked him seeking a tasty reward. He wanted to get this over as soon as possible, so he let himself become as vulnerable to an orgasm as possible. Back when he was a teenager and still masturbated, he found that he could cum very quickly if he wanted too, especially when he was in his mother's room looking at porn before she came home. His mother would come in and head upstairs as soon as possible, so he could force himself to cum, and he'd pinch his testicles for a clean climax. Then he'd use his skills with hotkeys to exit to the desktop and cleared the browser history and documents folder in seconds. As he got older he got caught jacking off in a church bathroom by a priest who came to tell him the bathroom was not for worshipers, and he'd never done it again.
All these years later he was unsure if he could do it, but he tried anyway concentrating deeply, as if trying some form of telepathy. He could feel his balls starting to shrink rapidly as he approached his release from this horrid situation. He felt the burning as he balls prepared to shoot sperm-rich semen into this woman's mouth, but then Lt. West noticed the fact his dick was shuttering and let go.
'No!' Wendell cried silently to himself as his plan was foiled. 'I was so close...'
"I've been with enough men to know that trick," she said. "Even if they consented, I'm still a pretty wild bitch in bed. Seems that they didn't like having their dicks become victim to my more ... extreme toys."
She laughed and got up. Her thong by now was soaking wet, and instead of just taking it off, she slid it to the side, positioned herself over Wednell's dick and began to sit down. Wendell was sweating bullets now, unable to think of a way out of this. He didn't even have any pertection, and something told him that Samantha wasn't the safest woman to have sex with by the way she preached having sex with so many men, and plus, his chances of ending up legally bound to this woman by way of a son sickened him.
'Think quick,' he urged himself as the hot red-haired bombshell came centimeters from him. 'Come on, you've got a degree in quantum physics, you can figure a way out of this mess...'
He felt his dick as it touched her skin, just before it would part her pussy lips.
"WAIT!" he cried, causing Lt. West to stop and glare at him. "Um ... wouldn't you rather me ... eat you out first?"
Samantha looked at him as if trying to figure him out, but to no avail. She stood up again and pondered the offer for a moment.
"All right Head Mechanic," she said. "You may have the honor of tasting me ... but you're still going to have to fuck me afterwards. This is only a reprieve."
He breathed for the first time in ages, thankful for his borrowed time. Samantha lay down on the cold steel floor and motioned Wendell to come closer. He brushed a dread out of his eyes, got on his knees, and smelled the powerful sent emitted from Sam. He never liked the smell, or the taste of pussy (it reminded him of liver for some reason), but it'd give him more time to plan an escape.
He sighed, reviewing in his mind the wrongness of the entire situation, before reluctantly pulling off Samantha's panties, being hit like a punch in the face with the pungent odor, much stronger without the cloth blocking the way. Samantha lifted her legs to help Wendell as he got of the hot pink underware, and looked at her waiting cunt. He summoned all the courage within him, and began licking her slit from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom, fighting back the urge to throw up. His tounge worked hard and fast as he continued to plan he escape, but not coming up with anything.
'Ugh,' he thouht horribly. 'Like strawberries my ass...'
For the next five minutes Wendell continued West's treatment, still at a lost of an alternative, when finally he noticed her breathing becoming heavier and harder than before. Each breath came in pants, and seemingly all her muscles tensed at once.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh...," she went. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Wednell then was sprayed with a moderate ammount of lubricant, and immediately got to his feet trying to spit it out, sure he had gone blind. Samanatha on the other hand, was far from done, and quickly recovered from the shock of her orgasm. She got to her feet, grabbed something from the pocket of her long discarded leather pants. Wendell was still trying to spit out the jucies from his mouth when suddenly-
CLICK! CLICK!
"What the," Wendell uttered, as his wrists were restrained in metal loops. "Handcuffs!?"
He turned around and saw Lt. West smirking and holding a long black whip. His eyes went wide.
WOOSH-SMACK!
Wendell yelped as he felt the sudden sting of leather as it struck his ebony skin with a relentless collision, and he fell (fortunetely for him) on his back, his penis still at attention with even more precum spewing from it. Once on the ground he squirmed still feeling the burn of the whip, and growling angrily. Sam simply laughed with glee and threw the whip around like a maniac.
WOOSH-SMACK! WOOSH-SMACK! WOOSH-SMACK! WOOSH-SMACK!
"OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Wendell said finally dropping his propper manner. "SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!"
He squirmed on his back unable to get to his feet due to his handcuffs. Several welshes appeared on his skin, and a few drops of blood even escaped his body. His screams became wimpers as Samantha hit him a few more times. Wendell was hopping on his backside like a maniac due to the burning sensation caused as an aftermath to the beating. Samantha took this opportunity to take the strong leather whip and tie his legs together at the ankles. Now Wendell was completely helpless.
"Ooh," she purred with fake sympathy. "Shall I kiss your boo-boo's and make them all better? Ah, but there's been enough oral treatment already. Now its time for the main course!"
She got to her feet, grabbed her long discarded thong, inhaled the sent, and threw it on the face of her victim before wasting no time in getting between the pain-ridden head mechanic and practically falling on his eight and a half inch dick at last. It slid in almost effotlessly. She then began frantically pumping herself up and down, his large gift filling her like never before. Wendell's pain subsided, and he realized that now he was definetely being raped, and even though he felt the plesaure of his supervisor's well-lubricated snatch, he felt the dirty feeling in the pit of his stomach of the big picture.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! THAT'S RIGHT, FILL ME UP! FILL ME WITH YOUR JIZZ! YOU KNOW THE WAY! UGH! UGH! UGH!"
'This is fucked up,' Wendell thought to himself. 'This is really fucked up."
"UGH! UGH! I'M COMING! I'M CUMING! I'M CUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGG!"
As much as Wendell was sickened by it, his dick was about to release its load. He felt his balls begin to rumble, and his shaft begin to jerk. The base of his genitals was covered with Lt. Wests juices, just as he shot his semen deep into her, unable to hold it in due to West's contracting pussy. Suprisingly he shot his largest load of his life, immediately feeling to trickle out of West's privates onto his stomach. She got up after recovering from the climax that rocked her body, still leaking cum. She stepped over Wendell's face deliberately leaking both her and Wendell's juice on Wendell's face, which immediately began sputtering. She picked up Wendell's jumpsuit in the corner and cleaned herself off as if it were a towel. She then put her clothes back on, minus her stained panties, still on Wendell's neck, fixed her hair and opened the steel doors. She stepped out into the main control room, then looked back with her indifferent expression back on her face as if nothing had happened.
"I'll send an Ensign to untie you and whatnot," she said. "And the D-66 WILL take off tomorrow as planned Mr. Marshall. Dismissed."
She said the last bit with a sarcastic note in her voice, and left through the door. The door closed and locked automatically and Wendell was left covered in cum, lubricant, and Lt. West's panties. With his good heart, and selfless attitude he immediately began thinking not of his recent violation, but of the last thing Lt. West said.
"Those idiots," he said aloud to the wall. "They'll kill us all!"
=The Real World=
Hiro Kaliya's House:
(Friday)
It wasn't until the day of the Haloween Dance that everyone realized how big of a deal it
really was. This section of
In any event, around Thursday, everyone seemed to realize how big of a deal this was. Not only was it a chance for the teenagers of Kanazawa to have some much needed fun, but the parents who had been around at the time of the incident saw this as a sign that the city was finally recovering from that horrible day shrowded in mystery ten years ago. The one mother who should have been worried the most about her second son heading off to a big event like this after what had happened, was more worried about dressing her son up like a Barbie doll.
"Hiro, why didn't you cut that ridiculous thing down?" Mrs. Kaliya said unhappily looking at Hiro's long hair. "You look like your about to wait for a pair of glass slippers and a carrigage made out of a giant pumpkin."
Hiro had listened to his mother go on and on about this dance all day. She had signed him out of school for the day as a matter of fact to prepare him. She'd gotten his tuxedo tailored for some reason, gotten him a full body makeover, and had sent him just two hours ago to go get his long jet black hair cut at last, but he'd returned with it highlighted with gold, washed, greased, and in a sleek looking braided ponytail. She knew that he'd never cut those locks of his easily anyway, and wondered why she had even bothered.
Mrs. Cindy Kaliya was
not like most of the mothers in
So they moved. To
For several years they continued to lavish their daughter with thier riches, treating her as if she was little Miss Perfect, until finally she did something that finally made them realize that she really was just an out-of-control teenager. She got pregnant again, and had her second child, Hiro apparently by a Japanese man. They refused to take care of another child, and moved back to the States leaving her to fend for herself at age seventeen with a five year old and one year old. Like a splash of ice cold water had hit her face, she woke up and stopped her ways, and became a responsble mother. She suffered many hardships, and fought many obstacles raising her two children, but managed to keep a roof, regardless of how small it was, over their heads. To seal the deal and show how independent she had become, she changed her last name to Kaliya, and consequently her children's name's to Say-Den, and Hiro Kaliya.
Five years after Cindy's parents left
None of the kids of
"I wish," Mrs. Kaliya said just as Hiro was about to tell her off for being fussy. "That I had the opportunity to see Den off to his first date."
That was the death blow. Hiro shut up real quick and straightened up as Mrs. Kaliya checked over her son for the hundreth time. Hiro was very aware of her breasts pressing up close to his body and was very uncomphortable about it, but stayed quiet. You couldn't help but feel sorry for someone who left someone who literally was a part of them for nine months, and was almost as attatched for another ten years. Hiro couldn't remember his brother Den too well, but knew he'd lost someone very dear to him.
"I'll see about getting a trim Satruday," Hiro sighed. "Maybe a bit above my shoulders as a matter of fact. It takes too much moose to keep it straight.
Mrs. Kaliya smiled, and she briefly hugged her son. She then reached into the pocket of her jeans and gave him a small blue packet.
"Here," she said seriously. "I picked this up earlier today."
Hiro examined the packet reconizing it from Sex Ed classes.
"Moooommmmm," he whined. "I do not need a condom. I'm not like that."
"Nonsense," Mrs. Kaliya retorted unchallenged. "You don't know what'll happen, its your first date. I was fifteen once. Stuff happens."
Hiro rolled his eyes and reluctantly took the package and put it in the pocket of his tuxedo with a great sigh.
"Speaking of which," Mrs. Kaliya said again in her casual voice. "I want to tell you Hiro that most likely stuff is going to happen at this dance."
"No it isn't mom-"
"Hiro. Listen to me. Your kinda ... hot stuff around here," she said. "You just don't know it- and that's good. Quietly being popular is a good thing, it means you won't grow up with a big head, a big fish going into a bigger pond, where suddenly your not so big anymore. Still, I raised you not to be a bigheadded boy, and not to be ... like I was. Still, teenager's are teenager's and I'm not going to stop you from having sex-"
"Mother," Hiro said simply. "I have no intrest in having sex. I'm fifteen, and I can wait until I'm older. I refuse to let something like that dictate my mind just because I'm a guy."
A car horn was head outside, signaling that the limo Hiro had rented was here at last. Mrs. Kaliya smiled at her son who had no idea what he was talking about. She kissed him on the forehead, patted his shoulders, and handed him the keys to the front door.
"Have a good time Hiro," Mrs. Kaliya said quitely nodding slightly. "Don't be a stiff."
Hiro smiled at his mother, pocketed the keys, and winked at his mother playfully, before leaving through the front door.
Little did he know that a few hours later he'd wish he had taken the time to say good-bye.
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