The King Pt. 03: Revelations

Previously: John and his wives have created a camp where they have lived for the past few weeks, determined to find a way out of the jungle. The wives have found themselves growing steadily pregnant in rapid time, John doing his best to care for them. However he has been kidnapped by an unknown captor, dragged away from all he knows. But today he will begin to find answers...

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John spat blood out of his mouth. There was a pool of blood on the ground underneath him, and it was growing. His mouth once again began to fill with blood, and he barely had the energy to spit again. Instead the blood dribbled down his chin and dripped onto the floor. With his tongue John counted at least 3 teeth missing now inside his mouth. He feared he was going to lose more before all this was done. The worst problem was his nose was broken as well, forcing him to keep his mouth open to breath. He suspected his jaw was broken too, but he couldn't be sure, it could of just been bruised and swollen. At this point everything hurt. There were huge metal clamps around his wrists, pulling him up and restraining him. He dangled from the floor by at least a good meter. His ankles had huge metal clamps around them, and his legs were pulled apart, making him completely immobile. He hung like a bloody and bruised X in the air.

He was certain his right shoulder was dislocated, and so were a few ribs. Everywhere was bruised and bloody from the beatings. He had struggled for ages at the start against the restraints but it was no use. Even with his growing superhuman strength, he could not break free. He had begun testing his strength shortly before the kidnapping. He had picked up huge rocks, nearly the size of boulders, and been able to throw them. He guessed he would of had no problem benching over 200kgs. He'd been able to run faster than any sprint track star, jump so high as to touch the rain forest canopy. He'd punched a tree as well, cracking and splintering the trunk and with a slow groan the tree had fallen over.

He was like a superhero, so the fact that these restraints held him meant these were no ordinary kidnappers. Whoever was doing this to him, they knew about what he could do. In fact, he was still unable to tell who they were. He lay suspended in the air under a single down light in the darkness. Everything out of the light was pitch black, in fact he couldn't even tell where the ropes went. Time had lost all meaning. He thought he had been here for days, but it could of been less than that. It could of been more. He passed out a lot in between. He wondered how his girls were doing. Had they been captured too? He wouldn't forgive his captors if they had hurt them.

Everything had happened so suddenly in the last few weeks, it was hard to keep up. The arrival in the jungle, the changes to his body, meeting all the women. They called themselves his wives, but they had never had any real ceremony. The lightning connection he had shared with them all had created a bond both intangible and unbreakable. He had never met these women before two weeks ago, now he couldn't live without them. He felt a deep desire to protect them, care for them... and love them. He knew it wasn't normal, but that part of his brain that allowed critical judgment of his situation was long shut off. Whoever had changed him and the girls wanted this to happen. John had accepted it now. He just wanted to know why.

There was movement in the dark, something like footsteps but it seemed irregular, offbeat. There seemed to be the sound of water splashing around as well, as if he was in the middle of a lake. He searched the darkness, his eyes trying hard, but he could see nothing. The sound circled him. It was the same process as before. John steeled himself for it. After a minute the sound stopped, and then the punishment came. Steel rods projected out of the darkness like darts and targeted his body. One hit his left chest, and all the air in John's lungs flew out of him. Then one went straight for his stomach, which would of doubled him over had it not been for the restraints. He vomited, unable to control himself. Just a mixture of bile and blood. A rod hit him from behind on the right shoulder blade, another hit him on the left temple. It went on for minutes until it finally stopped.

John was dazed and unable to think straight, now in the middle of a concussion. The rods retreated into the dark. He hung there, struggling to breath. His left foot was now dislocated and at an odd angle, and he felt pure fire up his right rib cage. He must of torn all the muscles. The sounds of water and splashing came back again. He thought he could make out a snake or an eel, something moving around just outside the light. Slowly, twisting it's way along the ground, a tentacle, silver and metallic appeared before him. It moved up and hovered in front of his face. It was watching him, studying him. John spat blood on it.

"Fuck you".

The tentacle got the message. It shook itself left and right, trying to move the spit of it. It leaned back and began to vibrate. John got the impression it wasn't happy. It was like a cobra, threatened and poised to strike. It slithered behind him, John watching it over his shoulder. When it was directly behind him it arched up again. It seemed to decompress and thin out. Before it had been thick and muscular as thick as a wine bottle. Now it was only an inch thick. It's width was being converted into length. After a moment it seemed ready and then like a cracking of lightning it whipped him with it's own body. It's head, if you could call it that, was surgical in it's precision. It's whole body flew through the air and leapt out again to strike his back. Large gashes opened up on John. Again and again his back was whipped, John crying out. The tentacle was punishing.

After what he guessed was a dozen lashes it stopped, and the tentacle came once more back into view, hovering above his face. Now it was completely covered in his own blood. Not that it seemed to mind. A small slit opened on its tip, and a needle began to extend. It was about 6 inches long and hung directly in front of his face, taunting him. John stared it down, gritting what remained of his teeth. The two faced off, daring the other one to move. Finally the tentacle slowly began to retreat into the darkness, and disappeared. It had threatened him a final time, toying him to step out of line once again. John refused to give in, but he knew who was in charge of this situation. He hung his head, barely staying awake. And then like a shot of lightning the tentacle returned, and stabbed him in the heart with it's needle.

John's head snapped back up, the shock and pain was so much that he couldn't even scream. He could feel the entire needle all through his chest and his heart, his heart pumping furiously through fear with the object lodged inside it. The needle began injecting something into his heart, stayed for a moment longer, and then retracted. His heart felt cold, as if ice was forming inside his body and spreading out to his chest and limbs. The tentacle retracted the needle and slithered it's way back into the darkness, leaving it's prisoner hanging in the light. John slumped in his restraints, slightly swaying in the air. He was at his limit now. His body was broken. His mind was reeling. His spirit still wanted to fight, but whoever this was still hadn't asked any questions. Even if he could get free now, he doubted he could stand up, let alone fight. He was at his captors mercy completely. At least, John thought to himself, they hadn't hurt his genitals. After every part of his body had been beaten and bloodied, they had never hit him in the balls or done anything to his dick. Small mercies.

It was then that John started to feel his heart quickening pace. His heart had not slowed down at all since the injection, and it felt stronger and faster. He could feel the blood pumping through his veins, his heart like a jackhammer, his eardrums as bloody as they had become were filled with the rush of blood passing around his body. Whatever had been injected into his heart had to be the cause of this. Had they injected him with an accelerant? He noticed he felt better as well. Well... he still felt shit, but he felt less shit. A few of the severe pains were now dull aches. He seemed to be bleeding less now as well, maybe a few of his wounds had finally begun to clot. He couldn't stop his heart, no matter how hard he tried to stay calm, so he figured he would have to ride it out as best he could, a new form of punishment.

He adjusted his dislocated shoulder to try and relieve some of the pain - and then his whole shoulder muscles seized up. It was agony, like severe muscle contractions but so strong he couldn't do anything. He screamed through spasms as they continued. Then his muscles began to voluntarily contract and release, and jerked his arm. John screamed again and then suddenly the pain was gone. It was like he as floating on a cloud, such was the difference, like someone had completely removed all the hurt from his body. He looked over to his shoulder and realized his shoulder and arm were now popped back in place. His arm had actually done it for him. His ankle suddenly jerked as well. John looked down to see his foot, twisted at an obscene angle, begin to rotate around and snap forward. His body was healing itself. Cuts and bruises all over his body began to disappear. He saw a large bruise, like an angry black nebulae on his right pec, begin to change to a yellow, and then evaporated like smoke.

Suddenly there was no pain at all. His tongue rubbed against the holes in his mouth where teeth had been knocked out. Now he could feel new teeth pushing up, filling his mouth again. Within a few minutes he was back to perfect, minus still covered in blood. In fact John realized he was better than perfect. When he had arrived in the jungle his body had changed to that of a well built and hung athletic man. He had become good looking, handsome and chiseled. Now though he looked like he could take on armies head on. His biceps and forearms had increased in size dramatically. His chest was larger, looking like the hulk. His abs were exceptionally defined, and his thighs were powerful and muscular even more so.

He saw his cock hanging down and realized it had grown as well, now about 13 inches flaccid. His balls were the size of large oranges. Not a single hair was on his body still besides his head. He reckoned he had almost doubled in muscle mass. He was unable to tell, but he also believed he had grown taller, as the restraints had moved with his body changes. He used his new found strength to try and break free, but still it was no use. His captors had known this would happen.

He heard movement again. This time it was like regular footsteps, but the sloshing and sounds of water were also there. He knew there was someone there, he could sense the presence of someone watching him now. He was not alone.

"Hello?"

The movement stopped now. Still John could not make anyone out.

"Hello John. It's so nice to finally meet you."

The voice was female, but it was an unusual accent that he could not place. There was a sense of pride in her voice, and amusement, like a mother admonishing a young child.

"Who are you?"

The movement started again, John guessing it was coming towards me as it grew slightly louder with each step.

"You're not asking the right questions John. Who I am is not important. Who I represent, however, that is the real answer."

"Then who do you work for?" John could tell the voice was close now. Still he could not place the accent.

"Think of me as... your employer. We are the ones who brought you here. You work for us - In a manner of speaking."

"I work for you? You dumped me naked in a god damn jungle with no memory of how I got there! WHY THE FUCK AM I HERE!?"

"To create our army."

Finally the figure stepped into the light. John remembered back to when he had first seen June, and how he had fallen in love with her at first sight. To him she was perfection. Everything about her look drove him wild. Even her growing form drove a lust within him that he could not contain. That's why this woman was so shocking. The figure who stepped into the light could of been June. He was stunned, his mouth agape as he took it all in. She was both as beautiful and captivating as the woman he loved, but there was an air of regality and power about her, whereas June exuded more passion and innocence.

Her features were sharper, and there was a hardness about her. Her tits were about the same size, but her nipples were a chocolate color, whereas June's were pink. She was hairless around her vagina which was different to his wife as well, and she was maybe an inch or two taller. The most notable difference between the two was this June's belly. Her stomach was flat and toned, with a hint of a six pack. If anything this June looked like perhaps an older twin. She was definitely still beautiful, but her eyes were cold and calculating. This woman was sexy in a powerful way, a woman who entered the room and had complete control of a situation. She looked him in the eyes and stood on the edge of the light, letting John take her completely in.

"Who... wait. Why do you look like June?"

She smiled coldly and walked up to him, hands clasped behind her back. It was like she was eyeing a piece of meat at the butcher's. John felt very vulnerable in front of her.

"Myself and June are family. Long lost family actually. We are two peas in a pod."

"You're her sister?"

"In a way, you could say that yes. I was born many years ago, we've never met actually. June is... well, she's quite a lot younger than I. You can call me Elizabeth."

She was now before him and began to trace her fingers over his stomach, tracing the outline of his abs. She was enjoying herself, that he could see, toying with him. She kept her cold gaze on him as she continued to trace her fingers down to his belly button, then lower... until she was just above his dick. She lightly traced up his flaccid cock with the fingernail on her index finger. John tried to shake her off, but the restraints were too tight. The older June chuckled.

"There there. Try to be a good boy. I can see why she likes you."

"What are you talking about? Where am I?"

She had taken her right hand now and was lightly toying with his balls, moving them between her hands as if she had done this for years and knew exactly what to do. She would feel their weight and move onto the next one, like she was looking for something, feeling. She still kept eye contact on him at all times, her gaze changing from one of his eyes to the other.

"Where do you think you are?"

John stared her down, spitting venom from his gaze. He remained silent.

"Not much of a sense of humor, hey John?"

He relented "Where. Am. I?"

She pouted back at him "Please, John, we say please... Fine. I'll give you some answers. You're not on Earth anymore. But you've figured that out now haven't you?"

John had come to this conclusion some time ago yes, but hearing it now was still a shock. The lack of any wildlife, the way the days dragged on long, the lack of civilization. If he wasn't on Earth, no human could of done this, no government he knew was capable of such things. This had been done by something far greater.

The older June continued to massage his balls. "I can't tell you the name of the planet because, frankly, no one cares. What we do care about is you. This planet was a dead rock not too long ago. We created everything around you, we placed everything here for you. You're very special to us John."

John was confused. "Why? Why me? What did I do?"

She gripped his cock now, slowly pulling his shaft down. Against his control he could feel the blood rushing to his dick, and it was beginning to strengthen. She knew what she was doing. "It's not who you are John, it's what you are going to become that's important."

His 11 inches was not turning into 12, then 13. He began to become erect. The leftover drug that had transformed him recently was still within his veins, pumping his heart powerfully. It was making it hard to stop getting aroused. The older June had noticed the erection growing in her hands and a evil smile played across her lips.

"How do you know the future?" John demanded.

"Because John, we created it". Elizabeth now stood in front of him, both hands on his cock and began to slowly work his shaft. He was now fully erect at 14 inches, his width the size of a coke can. His monster stood huge and proud, rippling with veins. It was titanic.

"I work for a race of beings who control a large section of the galaxy. We conquer, assimilate, and move on across the stars. Our empire has stood for 10,000 of your years. However not everyone shares our desires for peace and stability. As such we have found ourselves at war with numerous others, and until we found your planet, we had been locked in a stalemate for a millennia. You, John, are our secret weapon."

She began to pump faster now, and John unconsciously let out a grown. He was still confused, but all the hormones in his body was now making it harder to concentrate.

"How... ugh, how... how am I some weapon?"

"It's your species John. Your ability to conquer rivals our own. You're a young species, but exceptionally war like. You kill and maim for sport. Those are the type of soldiers we need. We've changed your body, and we are going to keep changing it till you reach a level of power and strength no enemy could stand up too. We are making you into a God among your race. We have delivered women to you for breeding purposes, rebuilt and re-purposed for the ultimate breeders of our army, changed just as you have been. When you become the ultimate genetic warrior, you will breed with them, over and over again, and your... wives," she chuckled at that " ...will grow our army. They will now be able to grow a child in weeks. Our armies ranks will swell within years and no one will be able to stand against us. You're here as a test. If you succeed, then your planet will be turned into a breeding ground for our troops. Fail, well... we start from ground one."

John's head was spinning with all this information. Elizabeth now got on her knees and enveloped his cock with her mouth. She was an expert. No one had sucked his cock like this before. As her mouth enveloped his huge girth, her tongue danced across his shaft, flicking his head. She deep throated him, and he was amazed that she could get to about 10 inches before pulling back.

"Ugh... wait... I don't want... ugh... I don't want this" John was beginning to feel a tightness in his balls.

Elizabeth stopped sucking and took her mouth of his cock, instead moving back to pumping his cock with her hands.

"You have no choice. If you don't, we will kill all your wives. We will force you to watch as we butcher everything you love. Then we will kill you. And then we will just find someone else and start again. Tell me, you sense it don't you? What is to come?"

John said nothing. She smiled. She now moved one hand down to her crotch, a ran a single finger from the bottom to the top of her slit. She pulled her finger up to her face, the finger covered in juices, and held it tantalizing in front of John's lips.

"Your wives are about to enter heat for this first time. You will finally be able to impregnate them. 2 weeks they grow their bellies, ready for the process. You fuck them, fill their bellies with your seed, and then they will grow your child in days. What took 9 months now is completed in a tenth of the time. We will have our army within decades. No one will stand against our empire marching across the stars."