Bound By Dystopia Ch. 02

I blushed. Darren was my ex-boyfriend in Verina. He was a big guy with a big... I shook my head. What am I thinking about... I admonished myself, but still found myself wondering whether Darren still lived in town.

I gritted my teeth. "Fine, Jake. But tell absolutely no one about this! And make it quick, ok?"

"Aw, come on now, babe." He crooned. "I want you to enjoy this too." He said as he nudged me into the table behind me, and lifted me onto it to peel off my tight leather pants.

I was somewhat pleasantly surprised as he knelt down, pushed aside my panties, and began to lick my pussy. I'd thought he'd simply shove his cock inside and start pumping away. His soft tongue lapped at my folds and caressed my clit, bringing me tingles of pleasure that spread throughout my entire body.

Shit! He's actually really good! I bit my lip in order to stop myself from moaning, but still couldn't help myself from letting out a loud "OH!" as he plunged his tongue inside my pussy.

Jake peered over my neatly trimmed bush and smiled devilishly. "See what you'd been missing out on all those years?"

"Just shut up and keep licking..." I moaned.

"As my lady commands..." He dipped his head back down and began his efforts anew.

I felt my body grow hotter by the second as it was wracked by waves of pleasure. I hated to admit it, but I craved release. My breaths grew shallower by the minute, and I was soon panting in heat. I gripped the hair on the back of Jake's head, and squashed him harder into my crotch, hoping to hasten my climax.

Jake flicked at my needy cunt with his talented tongue, and suddenly sucked at my clit. I gasp as a huge wave of pleasure overwhelmed me and I came with great force, squirting juices all over Jake's face.

Jake stood up, his face glistening in the dimly lit room. He fumbled with his belt and took out his already erect cock. "Good god, you're a sexy little thing..." He groaned as he rubbed the head of his cock between my lower lips.

I only panted in response, still coming down from the orgasm I'd just had. "H-Hurry up." I half-moaned.

"As you wish." Jake smirked smugly, and thrusted his cock deep inside my sopping wet pussy.

"Ugghh!" I grunted at the intrusion. His cock felt hot inside me, and I began to moan in earnest as he began to move inside me.

"Oh yeah baby..." Jake groaned as he fucked me. "I've dreamt about this for so long... Let me see those tits of yours." He said as he pulled up my tank top, revealing my large, perky tits.

"Shit... They're even more amazing than I'd imagined." He said, wide eyed as he pinched one of my pink nipples, making me gasp.

I couldn't believe how turned on I was, being fucked by a man that I'd rejected for years. I moaned like a bitch in heat as Jake began to fuck me hard, the sound of his pelvis smacking into me filling the dingy room.

This is all for Aran. I thought to myself. He sacrificed himself for me... and I'd do anything to get him back.

My thoughts were interrupted as Jake grabbed my shoulders for leverage as he pulled me into him, slamming into me even harder. I moaned as the waves of pleasure dominated my mind, threatening to overwhelm me again.

"Oh god yeah...!" Jake grunted, and suddenly pulled out. I even felt a bit of disappointment as I was pulled back from the brink of my second orgasm.

"Get on your knees babe." He groaned with a tight voice. "I wanna see my cum all over your pretty little face."

I rolled my eyes, but did as he asked. After all, it wasn't my first time taking a facial. I knelt down and held my face under his cock as he jerked it furiously, nervously anticipating his climax.

"Oh yeah! Here it comes babe!!" Jake grunted loudly as he came. Streaks of cum sprayed out from the end of his cock as I quickly shut my eyes. I felt the hot ropes on my face, and couldn't help but be reminded of the demeaning facial I had to take from Bob back in the city.

Jake panted loudly as his orgasm abated. He didn't cum as much as Bob, I noted idly.

"Hand me a towel, please." I asked with a monotone voice.

"Uh... Yeah sure, babe." Jake said, and handed me a relatively clean towel after a fair bit of rummaging around a pile of laundry.

"And don't call me 'babe'." I said as I wiped my face clean.

"Yeah, yeah." He said as he flopped back onto the couch, still breathing hard from the exertion.

"Well, let's get to work, shall we?" I said pointedly.

"Hold on a second, woman." He panted. "Let me catch my breath, wouldja?"

After a few minutes, Jake finally led me into the back, and plugged the earpiece into his workstation. Immediately, dots, which Jake superimposed on a large map of the country, began to light up on the large screen on the wall.

"Those dots indicate where all the other devices are located." Jake said, pointing at the screen.

I looked with my mouth agape at the amount of green dots on the screen. There are so many! I marveled.

Jake pointed at a clump of dots near the city where I lived. "That," He said. "Is an Order headquarters. It seems they confiscated quite a few of these."

I bit my lip. "Can they not intercept the signal or hack into the network?"

Jake shook his head. "These signal packets appear to be quantum encrypted. If anyone tried to hack the signal, it would disturb the quantum superposition of the encryption and the packets would self-destruct instantly." He pursed his lips. "Like I said, whoever designed this thing is a genius."

"You said you can make it communicate with any one of these dots?" I asked.

"Yep."

I sighed. "Now I just have to figure out which one is my friend's friend..."

"Well, you might want to start here." Jake said as he pointed to a particularly bright dot. "This one has the strongest and the most complex signal. Good chance that's the inventor."

I nodded, relieved. "Connect me, Jake." I said as I put on the earpiece.

Jake tapped a few keys and said. "You're on."

"H-Hello?" I whispered hesitantly.

I waited impatiently as a few long seconds went by. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead and the tingle of my scalp as I stewed in anticipation. I was just about to groan in disappointment as I heard a slight crackle in my ear.

A deep voice finally responded. "Who is this?"

I tried to keep the relief and delight out of my voice as I mumbled. "M-My name is Erica. Are you the person who made these earbuds?"

A few more seconds went by as I waited for a response nervously.

"Who exactly are you? And how are you able to make this call?" The voice on the other end asked.

"I'm... a friend of Aran's." I said. "He said a friend of his invented these and owned the club."

More silence. And then the voice said. "I suppose Aran trusted you enough to put your biometrics in our system... What do you need?"

So that's why I was able to unlock this thing... "Well... I'm sure you know by now that your club was raided and that Aran was taken away."

"Yes." The voice said simply.

"Um... Well, I was wondering if you had any ideas to get Aran back?"

Another pause. "Exactly how much did Aran tell you about us?"

"Nothing really. He said you were a friend, that you owned the club and invented the earpiece, but nothing else. I don't even know your name."

"My name is Brian. Listen, I don't know you. Aran may have trusted you, and you are clearly not just an ordinary girl. Most people wouldn't have even bothered to try to help if their boyfriend got taken by the clergy. But I don't know you, and it's best that you forget about everything and go back to your previous life."

"Hold on! Y-You might not know me, but I... I love Aran." I said, and Jake raised his eyebrows in his chair. "I want to help him, and you're literally the only link that I have to him right now. So please... What would I have to do to prove myself?"

Brian sighed. "...Fine. As you may have guessed, we are part of a bigger underground group which operates under the Order's detection." Brian said. "We'd been trying to take a more... active stance against the Order, but the raid of the club was a major setback." He paused. "Not to mention the fact that we were never able to infiltrate the clergy. We'd sent a few people in, but we never heard back from them ever again."

A chill went down my back as I listened to Brian, anticipating what he was about to ask.

"You, however, are someone new. Someone that's not yet on the Order's radar. I'd say you have a fair chance of making it in undercover. Do that, and report back to us... and I promise you that you'll have the full resources of our organization behind you." He said, confirming my fears. "You can even keep an ear out for Aran's whereabouts in the meantime."

"I-I can't do that..." I replied hesitantly. "I don't even think they'd ever let someone like me in."

"Oh don't worry about that. They're overjoyed to have new initiates, and let just about anyone in. It's the getting back out that's the problem"

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, not knowing how to respond.

Brian sensed my hesitation from my silence, and said. "But don't worry about that right now. Like I said, once you're in and start giving us information, you'll have our full support, and we'll get both you and Aran out."

"B-But it's not like I'll be able to get any valuable information as a new recruit!"

"Ah... Well, that's going to come down to your own resourcefulness, Erica."

I took a deep breath. "How would I get the information back to you? I can't keep on using this thing." I tapped at the earpiece. "They'll search me for sure."

"We've got people all around." He said. "Don't worry, we'll make contact with you."

I gulped. "H-How do I do this? I don't even know where to start."

"Simple. Just go to a local church, and tell them you'd like to become a woman of the cloth."

I gritted my teeth. You knew it might come to this... I told myself.

"Fine. I'll do it." I said.

"Good to hear..." Brian said, and paused for a few seconds. "Listen, we're not bad people, and we do have resources. If you ever feel like you can't take anymore, make contact with us again and we'll get you out."

"Thanks... But I'm determined to see this through... For Aran." I said, and nodded to Jake to disconnect the call.

"Holy shit, Erica." Jake said, wide eyed, after pressing a few buttons on his keyboard. "You sure you're gonna go through with this? The Order is no fucking joke. And you heard the guy... No one ever gets out."

"I-I have to do this."

Jake sighed. "This Aran guy really means a lot to you huh..." He stood up, and rummaged around some boxes in a corner.

"Here," He said as he came back, holding what looked like a staple gun. "Hold out your hand."

I frowned suspiciously, but complied. Jake placed the end of the gun on my forearm, and pulled the trigger.

"Ow!" I exclaimed as I felt a hot flash of pain. "What the hell, Jake!"

"Relax, it's something that I invented." He said, holding out his hands to placate me. "Nano-trackers. Completely safe and undetectable, but it'll allow me to keep track of where you are. They'll stay in your system for about two months. Hopefully you won't be with the clergy for any longer than that."

"O-Oh... Um... Thanks." I mumbled, completely taken off guard.

Jake looked at me for a few seconds, before lowering his eyes to say. "I do care about you, you know." He sighed. "And I do hate the Order." He smiled and lightly punched my shoulder. "Go get 'em."

I returned his smile, and said. "You know it's like 2 AM right now... I'll need to spend the night, at least."

His eyebrows perked up at that, and I quickly added. "Not what you're thinking, asshole. I'll sleep on the couch."

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I left on a train early the next morning, and arrived back at the city a few bone-rattling days later. I went home, pounded down a double shot of vodka, and left for the church.

Soon, I found myself standing in front of the gates of the local church. It was a beautiful building, in sharp contrast with the rest of the monotone gray buildings of the city. Its walls, flecked with gold leaf, glinted in the afternoon sun. A massive stained glass window depicting a gallant inquisitor holding a staff adorned the front of the building, right above a massive doorway.

I walked forward apprehensively. The open doors of the building appeared as if the open jaws of a massive leviathan, and I could feel an imaginary chill emanating from the dark interior.

"Welcome!" A cheery voice said loudly as I crossed the threshold. I jumped slightly at the voice, and looked to see a young nun to the side with a smile on her face.

"Um... Hi." I responded hesitantly.

"What brings you today to the Church of the Holy Order?" The nun asked. She had pretty, almond shaped eyes and perfect porcelain skin, and I noticed with a slight quizzical frown that she wore make-up and ruby red lipstick.

"I-I'd like to take the cloth..." I lowered my head, trying to appear demure.

"Oh my!" The nun's cheeriness was creeping me out, and I began to wonder if she was a robot. "The Holy Church welcomes all comers! The Holy Father does not turn away any who wish to bask in the eternal glory of his presence." She said cheerfully with a smile which almost seemed frozen to her face. "I am Sister Alana. Please come with me."

I followed her as we walked towards the back of the church. The nun's footstep made a click-clacking sound upon the marble floor, and my frown deepened as I realized that she was wearing high-heels.

We went through a series of doors until we reached an office. The halls of the church were much more modest, although they still spoke of immense wealth. The floors were laid with expensive, well-polished zebrawood, and the walls were covered with intricate carvings that no doubt required incredibly skilled artisans to craft.

"The Head Priest of our church, Father Presley, will see you now." The nun said as she opened the door and held it open for me, the smile never leaving her face.

I gingerly stepped through, and was surprised to find that the priest was not what I expected at all. I had the image of an old, bearded man in my mind, but the priest who sat behind the large desk in the office was a bespectacled man in his early forties, at most, with only a trace of grey at the sides of his hair, and... I hated to admit, quite handsome.

"Father..." The nun said to the priest with her head down. "This Lost Lamb wishes to take up the cloth, and become a woman of the faith."

The priest looked up from his writing, and flashed a benign smile at me. "Do you have a name, my child?" He asked with a smooth, even tone. His voice had a soft yet resonant timbre that I found incredibly soothing.

"My name is Erica, Father." I said, and noticed that my voice no longer trembled when I spoke.

He smiled again, his entire being radiating warmth and kindness. "Good day to you, Erica. Tell me, why do you wish to join the church?"

As soon as he asked the question, the entire atmosphere of the room changed. It felt as if the color of the sunlight streaming through the windows was being drained out of the room. The soothing feeling I received turned slowly into a pressure that weighed down on the top of my head, and I felt strongly compelled to just kneel down and break into tears, and tell the kind priest in front of me my entire life story.

Mental dampeners... Luckily I'd worked with them before and taught myself how to resist their effects. Whatever this priest was using, however, felt particularly strong, and I knew that I'd barely last two weeks under its influence.

Guess we know what happened to the other guys who tried to infiltrate the Order... I thought to myself.

I allowed my eyes to glaze over, and replied with a feigned obedience. "I only wish to be a servant of the Holy Order."

The priest smiled and nodded to the nun. "Sister Alana, please take her and get her settled with the new ones. We will have her initiated with the rest tomorrow."

The nun bowed. "Yes, Father."

"And get her cleaned up." The priest said as he returned to his work. "She's covered in dirt."

The nun bowed again and led me out of the office. The oppressive atmosphere of the room faded immediately as we left, and my mind felt clear and light again.

We walked down another set of hallways until the air became warm and humid, and rounded a corner to arrive at the bath. It was a large, well decorated chamber, with statues of angels and past heroes in the corners, a fountain in the middle, and a waterfall spewing steaming hot water from a wall. There were several others in the bath, men and women, all fully nude.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned, startled. Sister Alana smiled. "Do not fret, my child. Let's get these dirty rags off you and get you cleaned up." She said as she began to peel off my travel-stained clothes.

I resisted, not wanting to expose myself to the occupants of the room. Sister Alana tutted at me, although still showing the same, ever-creepy smile on her face. "Now, now, child. We are all the same in the eyes of our Holy Father. Do not be ashamed of what he has granted you."

I slightly relaxed and nervously allowed her to strip me, and stepped into the steaming pool immediately after I was fully naked, covering my privates with my hands. The bath was the perfect temperature, and I couldn't help but let out a long sigh as I slinked down to a sitting position, letting out all the stress and tension from the long days of train travel.

I heard a splash beside me and realized that Sister Alana had taken off her own black robes to get in the pool with me. I couldn't help but stare. Her body is perfect! I marveled, wide eyed and unblinking. The nun was incredibly beautiful. She had long, flowing blond hair, and perfect, blemishless, pale skin. Her tits were huge, two impossibly round and perky mounds that jutted out from her torso, which tapered to an incredibly thin waist, before flaring out to full, round hips.

"A-Are you a robot?" I had to ask.

"No, silly." She smiled. "I am every bit as human as you are."

I glanced around the pool as Alana took out a sponge and some soap to begin scrubbing me, and suddenly realized that the women around the pool all looked impossibly beautiful, and all had the same creepy smile on their faces as Alana did.

What the hell have I gotten myself into... I thought to myself, already regretting my decision to come.

Sister Alana began to scrub my back with the sponge. She was very close to me, and I could feel her pert nipples scratch against my back as she moved. Her hands were incredibly soft, and combined with the soothing waters of the pool, made me feel more and more relaxed.

I felt drowsy, not from any external influences, but simply because I was so tired. By the end of the bath I had almost fallen asleep. Sister Alana had insisted on cleaning every part of me, even my private bits. I blushed several times during the process, especially since her naked body was so incredible.

After the bath, the nun led me to my sleeping quarters. I was surprised to find that they gave me my own bedroom, albeit a little small. The Sister bid me goodbye and left me to rest. I fell on the bed and almost fell asleep immediately, with a feeling of apprehension as to what the next day would bring.

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