Faux Realm Ch. 12

First line was cheesy. Even he knew this. Nonetheless he had to start somewhere.

With a weak tone he would almost always spit his words in finality "I at least like to be wined and dined before you decide to FUCK ME."

He screamed the last words. Those made him feel better. A load of off his chest.

Thought he would want to credit these to himself, those were "stolen" from a show.

A South Park classic. "Wouldn't you agree dear reader?"

This time was no different and he used different slurs, but as if running on empty, his words lacked the necessary 'oomph' behind them. The handlers seemed to just not care about his pathetic attempts of verbal gun slinging.

With a final smack of the handlers metal stick he was graced for the first time in months with an action and not a verbal spat, granted he could barely understand and he felt his ears blush at the sound as if he heard an ancient verbal hex. He smiled. This time all of his handlers wore black garbs.

He had a brilliant idea forming in his head.

"Hey Morticia. How about you suck me off before they return? Common, don't leave me hangin'." Lucian threw one jab, he anticipated something colossal from his captors.

But unfortunately for him he watched the doors close. With finality they locked and he felt the signs it was being moved.

He was finally able to understand he was not in his normal cage.

Nicer dwelling of about 10 feet. He even had a small bed of sorts where he could sleep. His feet felt warm as they were touching some kind of fur. Much nicer than any back home. Slowly and gently the new gilded cage was wheeled out of its storage and carefully over few bumps that stood in its way. He noticed he was not covered and he was not beaten, but rather left to see where they were taking him. For the first time in, well, ever he could see where he was.

A dark dingy corridor that had a strange scent. He never smelt anything like it, but something deep inside told him it was the smell of death. It was not as sweet as it was ominous.

The area around him was covered with metal plates. *A ship of some sort.*

At least he knew where he was, but the exact location was still a mystery. He knew nothing about this strange new world. As they reached final stages of his journey he could see that other cages up front were being wheeled out.

"I am not alone. Morticia." He said to a hooded figure, not knowing if it was the same or different than the one he verbally insulted inside the cage.

The sounds of slow fucking reached Lucian's ears and he shivered in disgust and fear. He was met by the usual spectacle of people on top of people. Grimacing as he watched his cage take the center stage; again he was privy to all information that was in front of him. As some cages could hear only sounds and others just about see the spectacle unfolding in front of them.

Again rows and rows people started to mass in front of his cage. A gilded cell that meant nothing. Blank stare in his eyes seemed to bring jovial elation on a woman's face making her shiver. From release or delight? One could only wonder. Even though the two remained closely linked.

The woman's eyes closed shut and she kept shivering. Others weren't so lucky. They started chanting for his keepers to come and 'poke' him around a bit. Then the spectacle got even crazier.

A man in a colorful suit came into the room interrupting whatever proceedings were happening around the cages. The room stopped.

People that were previously screaming in joy at their release, stopped and quickly moved out of the way as the man walked past them. He stopped right in front of Lucian's cage.

The man in a pink and purple suit had a small smile on his face. Glasses that were way too big for his head and a blueish scarf that went just around his neck and over his hands. Lucian thought that the man was concerned with his image than anything else.

Bizarre.

Still looking squarely at Lucian's eyes the man started speaking, "Hello friends. Honored guests. The name is Auctioneer Phelas. And you are tonight's entertainment; so to speak."

He poked his stick directly towards where Lucian was standing. A knowing smile spread across his face.

People in other cages started to yell something at the man, at which the guards entered and the yells were quickly replaced by screams of agony and eventually silence.

Phelas looked pleased. Turning back he addressed the people on the floor. As he spoke Lucian did not understand a word of it, for the first time in ages he did not understand a word of what was said. With his healthy hand he grabbed the cell's bars, clenching his fist he almost yelled out his question, but remembering what happened within other cages he decided on a different approach.

"Excuse me. What did you say just now?" For the first time he was there he did not understand a word of what was said.

Phelas turned. His glasses reflecting Lucian's current condition, which to Lucian's dismay did not appear to be human. His arm was oozing blood every now and then, but other than that the wound healed with whatever the sadistic doctors in this place managed to do to him. The lack of clothes did not hide the abuse that captors had inflicted on his body when the situation called for it, Phelas in turn made a funny face. One of disgust and contempt.

"Well of course not. Unholy language of our people will not be learned by mere race of monkeys." Phelas spat.

His every word was dripping with venom.

Lucian thought his choice of words was very peculiar. As he watched Phelas he asked another question, "What do you mean?"

"Enough!" Phelas lost his patience and yelled.

Lucian flinched. His ego, or whatever it remained of it took another hit. He did not want to show fear to these monsters, but it was getting harder and harder by the passing day.

"Step right up. As you might now know, we have an Earthling within our cages. He was main attraction for your amusement for few weeks, but now it's time to make some money out of this little cash monkey." He said as he tapped his cage with a long cane thing that just materialized out of thin air with one snap of his fingers.

"As you might know, we have with us few other goodies that do not know what I might speak, so if you will excuse my mouth as I will use this wretched language to address you." Using his cane he tapped every cage in turn.

Making an outlandish turn, he faced the cages and grinned. "As you all know the top bidder will have the prize. So make sure you brought your coin purse with you."

At these last words the doors to the room busted open and several more people entered. Lucian watched the sight with great interest. While he watched the people walked in the he recognized one person among the new faces that entered the room.

The blond woman that he saw on occasion attending the orgies.

She was breathtaking. Lucian started to rise, but in his state his legs kept wobbling as he tried to remain still and in upright position. He managed to keep standing as he grabbed the bars of the cage.

The woman was surrounded with what Lucian thought was her escort. But what made his eyebrow rise was how others in the room started behaving. Everyone who was not on the floor started kneeling, and those that were already on their knees bowed their heads.

"Your Majesty!" Phelas exclaimed while he and his cronies dove head first into the floor.

"You honor us with your visit!" He continued from his place on the floor.

There was brief moment of silence while the blonde woman's eyes went from person to person as if making sure they were kneeling on the floor. Her entourage finally entered the room. Lucian watched as the room slowly filled with people standing in fine line. Most of them were dressed in fine blue armor. The only ones that had different outfits were the blond woman Phelas address as 'majesty' and two men and two women around her. They weren't saluting or standing in attention, yet they showed complete obedience and devotion.

As Lucian watched the new arrivals he noticed that those 4 people around the blonde. He noticed that those 4 people were exhibiting a holier than thou aura. Lucan was lost, staring, at these people when all of a sudden a fist slammed across his cage.

"Avert your gaze you worm." He spat.

The soft metal cracked and bent under the weight of his metal coated fist. Lucian briefly winced but remained in his former position. Kneeling and arrogant to the very end.

Expecting to see fear, the man outside the cage was confused at the blank stare that was staring him back. That just slowly started to fill the man with rage. Almost shaking with ire he turned and searched the eyes of his queen. Trying to find affirmation to what he wanted to do with the dirty slave, he found nothing but condemnation and disgust.

It did not take much to explain to the guard what was wrong with his actions. He could not understand it, but still he was thought to recognize his Queen's mood.

Lucian smirk was huge as the large man, with his head dropped low, moved back to take his old place in the neat formed line. He won.

Being constantly on the receiving end of beatings he could finally say he returned the favor in some way. Though silent his protest left a deep, infectious flame deep inside his body. He wanted to smile, but took a herculean effort not to do so.

Four people came forward and Lucian noted their strange clothes.

Vibrant armor that almost danced in the light that surrounded it, the people looked at Lucian waiting for some unspoken command and then as puppets on a string they moved and 2 of them found their way to the edges of the cage. It took no time to open the doors and drag the broken man out by his arms.

Phelas attempted to protest, "Your Majesty this seems highly uncharacteristic."

One look from the blond made him shut his mouth. She turned towards the men that carried Lucian.

"Good work my loyal servants." The blonde said unemotionally.

They looked ecstatic. As if her words made them happy beyond belief.

She spent several moments looking at Lucian's unkempt body and waited. Lucian for one thought the blonde looked positively crazy.

Dear reader, he knew what madness looked like. He was staring at it for days, months on end. And for first time in ages it was not staring in his own reflection. Her eyes; looked downright wicked. Lucian thought she was seconds away from killing him.

She shivered, "Good, he will be pleased. Move him out and be careful one more injury and our heads will roll."

She paused for a moment, letting the 2 people that carried the broken man be led by the two figures that went out of the same room, Phelas wanted to protest, he wanted to say something. This was money they were taking from his wallet. But remembering who he was about to protest to sealed his quivering lips.

She turned, "The rest of you PURGE this place. "

Phelas looked on as the woman in all her majestic glory slowly walked out of the room.

The people around him started pleading. Screaming, as one by one fell down to bolts of white light. He watched. Phelas fell on his knees as bodies fell one by one. Finally it was his turn.

***

Lucian greeted his new captors with a loud grunt. What else was he going to do?

He could not imagine another one of the same situations. He was dragged across white chasm and into another room.

He noticed that it was warmer than his previous dwelling. Hands on his right arm roused him from his daydream. He turned. One another person was with him, a woman gently dragging him towards a table.

It reminded him a lot of one of those examination tables.

"Please, lay down." Her voice was so soft.

"Who - what are you?" Lucian blurted out.

"A slave." The woman soft voice echoed through the room.

He shook his head, "Another one?"

Disbelieving what she said he allowed to be led towards the examination table, "You need to rest."

"I am not tired." Lucian simply said.

"You need to rest." No longer a demand, the woman looked in his eyes, she waited for his denial.

He was tired. That was for damn sure. Every inch of his body was dirty. A mirror on the wall showed the extent of his injuries. Soon he was grimacing.

"What happened to you? These injuries are horrific." She was close to tears.

"A lot." Softly he responded.

He was not about to describe every act the monsters wanted to do to him, he wanted to forget it as soon as possible.

*Make her gag on it.* A gruff voice said.

"What did you say?" Lucian softly asked.

She turned and looked at him with a strange expression, "Nothing. I did not say anything."

"Weird. I thought it was you." Lucian said.

*Cocksucker, do it now while her back is turned. Plow that pussy.* the voice was now stronger and sharper.

*What is ...?* Lucian thought

*It is you.* The voice said.

*I mean me.* It continued.

*I mean us.*it finally corrected.

*Look dipshit. I am you, you are me and finally we are us.* Lucian could feel the theatric voice almost sneering.

"What is going on?" Lucian asked.

*DIP - SHIT do not give this away. Get it through that damn thick head of yours.* The voice said.

*ENOUGH. PLOW that poon.* the voice jeered.

"No." Lucian said softly

*Why not?* the voice was almost pleading like a kid.

*You will feel amazing.* The voice encouraged.

"What do you want?" Lucian asked again.

"Hmmm?" The woman was now washing his right arm of all of the grime, she slowly turned while Lucian was asking the voice a prudent question.

"Not you." Lucian said.

"What's wrong?" The woman was truly concerned about his wellbeing.

She turned to rinse the cloth she used to wipe his arm. The blood and the grime washed away with the water. Slowly the rag became clean and she started anew.

*Oh common. She is right there. Look at that ass.* The voice was panting.

"What is your name?" Lucian asked.

"Jane." The woman said.

*Lucian, dumbass.* The voice echoed.

Lucian had to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Is something wrong with my name?"

"I am not laughing at your name miss, but his." His gaze was somewhere far away.

The woman's voice slowly brought him back to reality, "Are you all right?"

She was worried about him, how nice he thought, "I keep hearing a voice."

*It's not a voice you dumb fuck. It's a me, Mario.* The voice he-hawed after that.

"A voice? What kind?" Jane asked.

"Not sure, it is using a lot of puns." Lucian answered.

Cackling the voice breathed hard, as if catching air into his lungs was the hardest thing he was doing, *I am PUNY. Or puny, depends on your world views. Like potato or potato. Who knows?*

Another round of persistent laughter.

"Now it's laughing, like a mad man." Lucian said.

*Hey, I am not the one that is hearing voices in his head.* It spat.

"I must be going crazy." Lucian slowly spoke.

*Bingo.* the voice was screeching.

Jane looked worried by now, starring gently in his face. Her hands were stilly busy gently scrubbing his body of the bloody grime.

*MMM, That's the stuff. Lower.* inside his head he had cacophony of activity from the single entity that was there.

"What are you doing here?" Lucian asked.

"I am here to serve." She softly responded.

*Yes you are baby.* the voice said.

Lucian closed his eyes. *Do you mind?*

*What? I am just a poor boy. Nobody wants me to say the truth.* by now the voice was turning slowly into a belligerent child.

*Who are you really?* Lucian asked.

*Dip shit I am you.* It was saying as a matter of fact.

Lucian sighed, *Really?*

The voice took a few moments to respond as If taunting Lucian with how much he had to wait, *Yes, really. I am you.*

*So am I crazy now?* Lucian asked.

*Definitely!* The voice responded almost immediately.

Lucian closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the cloth on his skin, *So, what now?*

*We plow that poon. Now.* The voice purred.

"No." Lucian softly whispered.

Jane looked at Lucian, "Sorry?"

*You dumb fuck, just push her down and pump her full of your seed. God knows you need it. After all that fucking you had around you it's a miracle that you are not a mindless drone. Fucking everything around you.* The voice droned on.

"My apologies miss its nothing." Lucian looked at the concerned woman.

*Look stupid Liza and Ericha aren't here. Even though I would love to be balls deep in one of their pussies.*

*Or both. I am not picky.*

*You are boring me.* Lucian thought.

*Really? Look down.*

Lucian did. What was left of his shorts did not cover the size of his erection. The woman beside him gasped, staring at the meat slowly rising by every passing second.

*Got you.* the voice whispered.

*Just imagine. Ericha on her knees receiving the meat. Ah, Ah, Ah, moaning while you plow and seed her every orifice and crevice.*

*Liza choking on the meat while you rub between her tits. Those MASSIVE JUGS.* The voice sounded like it was enjoying every bit of it.

*Damn right I am. Stroking even.* The voice explained.

"Just stop." Lucian was now pleading.

*Just. Fuck. The. Poon.* Voice said panting.

By now Jane was looking afraid slowly backing from Lucian. He did not blame her. Why would he?

*Ah, you pussy.* The voice spat.

"Tell me about the voice." Jain softly asked.

Lucian's eyes cleared. He focused on Jane, "What is there to say? A voice that's being a jerk."

*Man, you are not pulling any punches, I am bleeding here.* Monotone sound came out of the voice's mouth in Lucian mind.

Lucian shivered as he felt the woman swipe past his turgid member.

*That's what I am saying. Now go my boy.* The voice encouraged.

"We need to get you clean." Jane stressed the words.

"Why?" Lucian asked.

Jane cleaned both of his legs and now was busy with his feet, "The Master will want you soon."

"The Master?" Lucian asked.

"Yes." Jane simply answered.

At this time the doors swished open and few people invaded the room, "The Master needs him."

Lucian turned and saw something he needed few seconds to get accustomed to.

"Oh no." He whispered.

*Oh fuck yeah.* the voice jubilantly cheered.

Five large naked women stood in the room. Naked and gorgeous. Well, apart from few strands of black cloth that stuck on their naked skin. Lucian's raging hard on was even more prominent. Little dollops of pre cum slowly seeped out of his cockhead down on the ground.

They stood like they had some sort of hierarchy in their group. The lead woman was smaller than the rest, though her bust left others a mile behind.

*Dude. You got to...* the voice pleaded.

*No.* Lucian thought.

However, he could not take his eyes of the women in front of him. Every one of them was a work of biological art.

*Large and in charge.* the voice howled as if everyone could hear it.

"Right away mistress, I just need a minute to dress his wounds." Jane said

"Leave it, Master awaits." The lady in front interrupted.

Lucian slowly sat up and started to climb down from the examination table. Five women were waiting for him, staring blankly at him. Lucian felt like they were judging him. Appraising his every action.

"What?" he asked

"Move, slave." The woman said.

*PLOW.* the voice howled again.

As Lucian started to walk past the woman the voice started to sing, *I will plow you every day, I will seed you in every way.*

*GIMMIE.* the voice screamed.

At these words Lucian lunged at the head woman. Surprised girl fell to the floor with Lucian on top of her rubbing his cock up and down her slit.

"Aaaah." She moaned with desire.

*PLOW, PLOW, PLOW...* the voice chanted.

However, the rest of her escort did not remain standing silently. One of them picked up Lucian by his right arm and threw him out of the room.